"Another boring Friday night for your insomniac ass," Zoey said to the girl in the mirror.
She was right, of course. The night had been fairly boring indeed. Zoey had less friends than she would have liked, and it seemed they always made plans without her these days. Likely it was due to her shyness, she thought - Zoey barely said a word when she was invited places. When at a party, she was the type to make fantastic friends with the house cat.
On such boring Friday nights, Zoey would first browse Facebook. After clicking "like" on just about every post, she would get a bit depressed seeing everyone's plans, or their pictures of fun times as they were happening... without her, of course. Zoey would then check some forums, sites like Vampire Freaks or GetDare, sites that might provide a little more excitement. Of course, that would lose it's interest around 2 AM, when people started going to sleep and everything died down a bit. Then it was off to the slums of the internet: 4chan. Zoey would get a kick out of all the inane bullshit posted there, the massive amount of insults thrown back and forth, and the occasional cam-girl thread. (She was definitely a hint attracted to girls, Zoey would admit.) She had even once took part in a hookup thread, but chickened out at the last minute.
When that became repetitive around three-ish, Zoey would take a shower. It gave her a break from the internet, and sometimes, something interesting would be there when she got back. Zoey hoped that would be the case tonight, while she stood looking at herself in the mirror, fresh out of her shower.
'Maybe no one is interested in me because of my body.'
Zoey looked herself over in the mirror. She didn't really consider herself unattractive or anything. Her brown doe eyes and short brown hair were both cute in their own right. Water lightly formed droplets on her small-but-perky breasts. She turned her petite body around to glimpse at her tight little butt in the mirror, then turned again and watched herself put her hands on her flat tummy. She slid them further down, lightly touching her freshly shaved pussy. Why she kept it shaved, Zoey had no idea anymore.
"It's not like you've been fucked in ages," Zoey complained to the mirror girl. Her reflection offered no response.
'I need better clothes," Zoey thought. 'Something to actually show my body.' It was true that Zoey never really wore anything to reveal her assets. Most of her wardrobe consisted of loose jeans and hoodies. The were comfortable, but... 'Maybe I need to be outside of my comfort zone.'
Zoey sighed, toweled herself dry, and headed back to the computer.
This was part of Zoey's routine as well, many nights. She slept nude, so she didn't bother to put on clothes after her shower. And she was still wide away, so she would often tire herself out a bit by making herself cum. She had a small library of kinky clips and stories saved on her computer, mostly involving girls being bound and submissive. Zoey loved how slutty the girls were in them, wishing she could be so confident in her sexuality instead of being so damn shy all the time.
Zoey assumed her regular post-shower position at her computer - butt in the chair, knees bent and apart, heels on the edge of the seat. Her left hand wandered between her open thighs. The index finger of Zoey's hand began to faintly trace her lips. She checked 4chan for any interesting cam-whore posts, and was three pages in when something caught her eye.
***
"Hey shy girl! Yeah, you! Over here!
...You always wanted to be a real fucking slut, don't you?
Don't act like it's not true. If that were the case, you wouldn't have read past that last line, now would you?
You see a guy, and you wonder what it would be like to get good and fucked by him. To feel his cock invade your pussy. To be his personal little fuck toy.
But you're too scared to even talk to him! Let alone go back to his place...
Well, have I got the solution for you! It's called blackmail!
You'll get tied up and fucked in all your holes, because you won't have a choice in the matter!
It's easy to be a willing slut, when the only alternative is having everyone you know sent a video of you masturbating.
So are you interested?
Of course you are! You're still reading, after all!
Well then, click [here], and let's begin your slavery!"
***
Zoey paused much, much too long over this post.
After halfway through the third read, Zoey realized that she had been rubbing her clit. Her realization of this caused her to notice just how wet this post had made her.
"Fuck it," Zoey said to her computer screen, and clicked.
'It could have some dumb sign-up where it asks for all my private information. Or maybe this page will have some good erotica about blackmail. Maybe even some porn where the girl-"
"Never gonna give you up! Never gonna..." sang Rick Astley's voice through her speakers, while he started to dance on the webpage.
"FUCKING 4CHAN!" shouted Zoey, and closed the page.
'I don't believe I got fooled by that', though Zoey in frustration. In typical 4chan fashion, the post was already gone from the site, before she could tell others to avoid it. Zoey's frustration rose at the thought of being trolled, until she realized her frustration was more sexual in nature.
"Ugh!" She clicked back to the front page, and settled in on a nice cam-whore thread.
This was not your typical cam-whore thread. The girl had her boyfriend with her, and he was fucking her every which way. The people in the thread were directing the action. "Facefuck her!" was soon followed by a picture of the guy's cock buried in her throat. "Tie her up and fuck her" shortly led to a picture of the cam whore with her hands tied behind her, then another picture of her getting fucked in the same way. "Write SLUT on her and fuck her ass" led to the cam-whore having a dick up her asshole, "SLUT" written on her right butt cheek.
Zoey was really enjoying the effort. She bit her lower lip and played with herself while she waited for the next picture to load. Someone had asked for a facial, and she was hoping to see the result. Her breathing was quick and shallow as she enjoyed the feeling building between her legs.
"You really need a better antivirus," a gruff voice whispered through her speakers.
Zoey looked at her computer screen, confused. Was there a pop-up ad playing somewhere?
"Yes, you. Having fun playing with yourself, Zoey?"
Zoey gasped. She shut her legs instinctively, covering her breasts with her arm.
"No, no. That won't do, slut. Show me your pussy again. I'm watching through your webcam."
Zoey lunged forward, covering her webcam with her hand. Fear started seeping in. Was this a trick? Had he really seen her? If so, what-
"You left your Facebook logged in, and the password stored on your computer. I have access now. If you don't sit back and spread your pussy again, these pictures are going to everyone you know."
Pictures started to pop up on Zoey's screen. Pictures of her. Masturbating. Taken just moments ago. She was really enjoying herself then, whereas now she was panicking. Her Facebook page opened up, and a message started to compose in front of her, addressing itself to everyone, and attaching the pictures. Zoey tried to close what she saw, but quickly found out she had no control of her mouse or keyboard.
"You have five seconds to sit back and spread your legs, or I click send. 5... 4... 3... 2..."
Zoey bolted back in her chair, her legs spread apart. Her eyes were as wide as golf balls.
"At-a girl. Now, you're going to put on a show for me, or I'll make good on my promise. I wonder what your parents would think when they saw these."
Letting her gaze wander slightly, Zoey began to think of shutting down the power to the computer. The stranger ordering her seemed to read her mind.
"Don't bother turning off your computer. I told you, I now have your Facebook password, and these pictures are on my computer as well. If your computer goes down, the pictures go out."
Zoey looked back at the screen. She mouthed the words 'what do you want?'
"I turned on your microphone as well. You can speak."
"Oh, uh..." Zoey mumbled. She swallowed. "W-what do you want?"
"To make you into my slut. You wanted to be blackmailed, so you want to be my slut as well."
Zoey's heart sank a little. She knew she was fucked. 'That stupid fucking link...' she thought.
