Amanda was a typical introverted gamer, spending most of her free time either reading or playing Xbox. At 5' 4", with long brunette hair and glasses, and 34C boobs she got alot of attention; but she was shy and usually ignored messages from random people. So when she got a message from a stranger on Facebook, she almost ignored it. But as she clicked it to erase it from her unseen messages, she skimmed it and saw that the man was asking for pictures of her bare feet. Having been the first time she'd gotten this particular request, she broke her rule and responded, asking why on earth he would want to see her bare feet. He said he loved feet, and assumed hers would be adorable, then added he would love to suck her toes. She told him no, it would never happen, and when he kept begging she blocked him. Done deal right? But then a few days later, she got another random message asking for pictures of her bare feet. This time she didn't respond, but chose instead to just block the man. But sure enough a few days after, she got another message, from another account. This went on for almost two weeks, every few days getting a new message from a new person asking to please see her bare feet, and her blocking them. Then, the messages stopped, and she figured it was over.
Another 3 weeks after that, she was sitting on her bed, in a tank top and leggings, with white and blue striped sports socks, reading a book when she got another message. She looked and it was from her sister, Amy. She opened the message, which just said 'hey cutie'. Thinking it was odd, she responded with a 'uhm not much lol, what's up?'. The response made her whole body freeze. It was a picture of her sister, tied to a chair in just her underwear, with a group of black men surrounding her. Before she could respond, another message came through.
'I assume I have your attention. It didn't have to come to this, but you were just too stubborn to grant me my one request. So here's what's going to happen. You will do whatever I say, and if you do, your sister will be released unharmed. If not, you and 10,000+ people can enjoy a Livestream of poor Amy getting gangraped by my associates here. Do we understand each other?'
Amanda shook her head yes, still dazed by this turn of events, before realizing through a phone this man couldn't see her. So she typed yes and hit enter.
'Good. Now let's begin. LET. ME. SEE. YOUR. BARE. FEET.'
The blood drained from her face as she realized her sister was in this predicament because she had chosen not to send pictures of her feet to a stranger. She told herself there was no way she could have known this would happen, but she felt guilty all the same. Amanda ripped the socks off her feet, snapped a picture and sent it to her sisters account. The response was almost immediate.
'See that wasn't so hard? And I was right, adorable feet. I'm going to need more photos than that though. I'll need a few more shots of the tops from different angles, a few shots up close of your toes, some shots of the soles of your feet, a picture with you laying down with your feet up behind you, a shot of you licking your foot, and a shot of you sucking your big toe. Chop chop miss Amanda.'
Amanda hurried to take all the pictures she was asked for, and thought to herself "at least this will be it, and at least i just got my toenails done." When she had all the photos ready, she sent them in an album. This time the response was slower, so she typed 'ive done as you asked, please let Amy go and leave us alone!' her heart was in her throat waiting for the response. Finally, it came.
'Hah. I don't think so miss Amanda. The feet pictures would have been enough, had you not been so stubborn. No, you need to be punished for being so anti social. I know from my research into you that you have a full body mirror in your room. I'm going to need you to strip naked and take a selfie in that mirror. Full body, nothing covered, face and feet visible. Oh, and make sure you don't cover any of your tattoos either. We wouldn't want anyone to confuse you for someone else.'
She went numb. He knew everything, which meant he most likely knew how shy she was, and that she'd never even sent a nude to a boyfriend, let alone a stranger. And he wanted to make sure everyone would know it was her. Everyone...
'Wait, what do you mean, anyone?' she replied.