Not Like The Others Ch 02

The unfamiliar presence of another person in Ted's bed in the morning turned out to be a pleasing diversion, but unfortunately is was a weekday and both he and Jayna had to get to work. Jayna had rushed home before going to her job and Ted just barely made it to work on time, the sex they'd had in the shower had been distracting, slippery and full of laughter. Laughing was something else he was unaccustomed to.

With Jayna hovering close all morning, Ted hadn't been able to copy any of the photos they'd taken the night before off his computer or camera to bring to work, so instead of uploading a new image to Arthur's computer, Ted put all his digital defence programs on Yellow alert, knowing things were going to come to a head soon. If Arthur didn't catch Ted with Jayna, discover the saucy images of her on the screen saver collage or find out about the image of her attached to all his outgoing emails, Arthur was going to get caught for embezzling. The embezzling Ted had framed the big man for.

With many of his plans protected from sudden discovery, Ted set things up so that with a few clicks of a mouse, or presses of his smart phone screen he could erase any connection to him and what was happening to Arthur. In the physical world, Ted began shutting all the doors to the hall outside his office door and kept his office door shut. Hacking the security computers, Ted programmed them so that the doors opening would alert him and attract the security cameras to switch from wherever they were roaming to record his hall, office door and the inside of his office.

When Arthur at last came down to intimidate Ted, the alarms warned Ted and he pulled a file cabinet drawer out toward his chair from either side of himself, pretending to look for files. When Arthur barged in and pushed Ted's desk against the wall, the open drawers stopped the desk from pinning Ted to his chair with his own desk.

"How did you put those photos on my computer you fucking pervert?!"

"Holy shit Abraham! You almost crushed me!"

"I will crush you, you fucking dweeb! Where did you get those pictures of her?!"

"What pictures of who?"

"You know who! I will shove your tiny dick down your pathetic throat if you've touched her!"

Arthur was preparing to come over the desk, rage bulging his eyes and turning him crimson.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Security had been alerted by the banging sounds of the doors Arthur had slammed open and shut. Their office was at the other end of Ted's hall.

"This fucker put perverted pictures of my daughter on my computer!"

"What?!" Ted's artificial shock was perhaps a bit over the top, but the security guard was looking at Arthur so missed the poor performance.

Arthur didn't.

"Don't play stupid. You know I don't even know how to edit that photo thing! You fucking did it!"

"Look Arthur, you can't physically assault people in the office!" The guard was speaking as if Arthur was a reasonable person, but the big man was too far gone for reason.

"Did you hear what I said? My daughter!!" Arthur was screaming. "Pervy pictures of my daughter! He put them on my computer!"

"We can talk about it, but first you have to calm down."

"Fuck that! I want him fired! No! I wanna fucking throttle him first! Then fire him!"

A second and third security guard arrived. They got Arthur to leave, one stayed with Ted to get his statement.

"I just have to save my work first."

With nimble fingers he set loose the program that erased any potential connection from his devices to Arthur's and deleted the gambling sites he'd created, the entire photography website and the ads he'd created for Jayna's social media. The program would spent the next thirty minutes devouring all manner of loose programming threads while Ted spoke with security. Saving his actual work as the guard came around the desk to look, Ted appeared to be doing exactly what he said he was. Then he put his PC to sleep and followed the familiar man back to the security office.

Most of his efforts weren't necessary for these early stages of investigation, no one else in the company would have any way to discover what Ted had done. However, when things became a criminal investigation, which they would when the embezzlement was discovered, then he wanted his tracks well covered.

The pair of them were interviewed by HR and security, then both sent home while recordings were reviewed. Ted being the kind of person he was, had dates and times for them to search the tapes to discover incidents of harassment by Arthur.

Riding his bike home, Ted received an alert on his phone. Riding with his phone clipped to his handlebars, Ted could see his speed, pedal rate, map of where he was and plot routes if he chose. It pinged him when Arthur's big, white pick-up truck got within thirty metres of Ted. The device Ted had planted in the rear, right wheel-well of the huge truck didn't have much range, but enough to keep Ted safe.

Pleased to see Arthur so close, Ted calculated where his nearest trap was set up and immediately veered off the road he was on to take a shortcut through a park Arthur couldn't follow through in his big truck. As the large man zoomed around the perimeter of the park looking to head Ted off on the other side, Ted cut behind the truck to another egress from the park that would be a short cut to Ted's goal.

Sprinting on his bike, delighted to have a reason to ride as hard as possible, Ted raced to a long bridge over a small river. The bridge had a sidewalk on the side with no handrail between the road and the sidewalk. Racing his bike on the road, Ted watched his phone, calculating the moment he needed to get off the road. Just as Arthur's truck closed the distance charging toward the speeding bicycle, Ted hopped his bike up onto the sidewalk with a long-practised bunny hop without losing any speed. Riding along the sidewalk he dodged Arthur's truck. The truck's tires squealed and bumped the curb violently, passing by Ted, only missing him by a few feet.

The moment Arthur's truck moved past, clearly speeding far over the limit for the bridge, Ted hopped back off the sidewalk onto the road and grinned as the policemen usually stationed on the far side of the bridge angrily signalled for Arthur to pull over, radar gun in hand. Slowing to below the speed limit himself, Ted cruised past a furious Arthur who was shouting out his window pointing at Ted as the cop walked up red-faced and shouting back.

Around a corner, Ted called all the newspapers and reported a violent interaction with a police officer at the bridge in question. Arthur might not take a swing at the cop, but it was going to be on the news that night if he did.

Given his unexpected free time due to being sent home, Ted proceeded to edit photos of Arthur's daughter sucking Ted's cock, then the pair fucking. By the time he had finished choosing the best, touching them up in his editing program and creating a thumb-drive for Jayna to keep, Ted was eager to see her again.

The excited girl rushed over when he called. As he showed her the very best photos, they sat close, touching intimately as she gaped at the amazing pictures.

The first he showed her was a close up of her face with her bared breasts right at the bottom of the frame. The light carved artfully placed shadows across her body, highlighting the curve of her breasts, the hard points of her nipples. The light framed her smooth face in clean lines that sharpened her soft youthful features, idealizing her visage into its most perfect form, each detail of her face captured at its optimal angle and relation to the other elements of her countenance. The raw perfection of her youthful beauty was frozen forever in that image and Ted was proud of his photography, even if had been a lucky shot.

The other, even more compelling part of the photo was her expression, the naked yearning for approval written in every line of her expression radiated from her in palpable waves. The nudity, vulnerability and beauty of the subject pierced the viewer with compassion. Even Ted, with his limited access to normal human emotion could see there was something special about the look on Jayna's face, but the girl herself stared at the photo for a long time clearly moved by it.

The next photo he showed her was a close up of her from behind, the shots where he'd instructed her to touch herself. The light was harsh and created deep shadows between her buttocks as he zoomed in on her sex. Having Jayna lift both buttocks meant he saw everything from her distant her vulva to well above her anus. The light glinted off the wetness gathered on her labia, the lurid pink of her inner tissue gleaming from her dewy lubrication as Jayna exposed her most intimate parts to his lens. The sordid, sleazy photo attempted to make art from smut, it was a gynecological extreme yet managed to strike a balance between filthy and fancy.

The owner of the pussy on the computer screen squirmed uncomfortably as she studied the image, and Ted relented and moved on to the next image.

This picture was an extreme close up of just her face from the moment Ted had asked Jayna to kneel and masturbate for him. The expression on her anxious face caught the struggle between lust, obedience and guilt so perfectly they both spent a long silent moment studying the photo. The complexity of her expression, the layers of emotion took a while for the viewer to fully comprehend. The slightly furrowed brows, excited, far-away-looking eyes the flush of her smooth cheeks, the flare of her cute little nostrils and the softly puckered, 'oh' shaped lips took the observer on a journey of sensations as one interpreted the expressions and imagined what one might be experiencing in order to make that face.

Once again the image was in clean focus, the light just right and the connection between model and photographer clearly strong. The technical aspect of the photo were as well executed as the subtle, nuanced reaction on her face, two parts in harmony, drawing the viewer in.

The following photo elicited a gasp from the subject, but then a long, deep silence as Jayna took in the image filling Ted's large computer screen. The splayed limbs strewn across the floor captured the writhing ecstasy of Jayna's climax as she lay on the floor masturbating. The full body shot exposed the moment of climax so perfectly Jayna blushed looking at her orgasmic extremity in lurid detail. The girl in the photo had one hand jammed between her clenching thighs, the other groped her breast, dimpling the soft flesh with clawed fingers. The skater's toned legs flexed as she dug her heels into the floor and lifted her hips, buttocks clenching, abdominals taut, as her ass lifted from the floor.

The grimacing, helpless expression on her face showed the loss of control as her nervous system overrode shame and forced her to climax for the camera. Glancing right at the camera, Jayna appeared to be caught by the viewer as she climaxed. With the girl's humiliated eyes beseeching the viewer not to judge her, the down-turned mouth sad that the observer should see her being so bad, the flushed cheeks both sweaty from exertion as well as blushing bashfully as she continued to rub herself in spite of clearing wishing she weren't being seen. The voyeuristic quality of the picture titillated Ted keenly.

When Jayna shifted in her seat again, clearing her throat, Ted took her cue to move on and revealed the next shot, a closer view of the same moments, this time Jayna had fully given over to her own pleasure. The teen wasn't looking at anything, her eyes almost rolled back, mouth a wide open maw as she silently screamed her climatic triumph. Both legs flung wide apart, each hand invested in pleasuring her sex, the fingers of her right hand rubbing her clit so fast they were blurry on the image. Two fingers of Jayna's left hand were shoved deep inside her slit, the others spread down by her asshole, out of sight. With both arms between her legs Jayna's breasts were lifted high, thrust toward the viewer, her chin resting on her chest as she wailed her orgasmic anguish.

The epitome of lustful culmination, the straining woman in the picture radiated sensuality in every limb, her cute face a sublime mask of rapture, tussled hair spread on the grey floor in a glorious maelstrom of chestnut splendour. The photographer of the image once again achieved a perfect synergy with the climaxing figure in the frame, exposing the viewer to the full brunt of her release in crisp detail.

The next photo was a close up of her sweaty, flushed visage, her glazed eyes looking off to the distance, her mouth slack, lips gleaming, hair matted to her brow and one cheek giving her a sultry, dishevelled appearance. The intimate image, brought the viewer right into the room, laying next to the girl who had just cum so powerfully, the aftermath evident on her face in every detail.

The following image was of Jayna on her knees looking up at Ted, his erection pressed to her left cheek, her extended tongue wrapping around his glistening, wet shaft, her dripping organ sliding along his flesh salaciously. Ted had taken ages to sort through the many photos he'd taken of her sucking his cock, but this one was far and away the best technically. It was also his favourite expression on her face.

Many images showed her numerous feelings as she'd abased herself before him, but Ted was most consistently drawn to this one image. The adorable girl looked unbearably cute in the picture, if his cock wasn't in the way she would have looked ravishing anyway, but given the context of his wet cock smeared across her features, spit gleaming, her hair messy and her make-up streaked Ted found it fascinating.

Jayna herself seemed transfixed as well. Without looking at him, she reached for his package and cupped his balls as she looked at his cock laid across her face on screen. The submissive girl begged him to let her suck his cock again and he immediately granted her permission while he showed her pictures of her devouring him on is PC.

For the rest of the evening they fucked each other and Ted showed her images of them doing the same thing days before. Each position he showed her, she immediately wanted to repeat and they would fuck like that while she looked at herself on screen. Rubbing the vibrator on her clit and climaxing, Jayna gave him her body once more while reviewing her pictures.

When he was ready to cum for a second time, Jayna having swallowed his first load before she'd even stripped her clothes off, the teen begged him to give her a facial.

"Cum on my face, please. I've always wanted to try that."

"Why?"

Ted was fucking her from behind, pounding into her pussy as they both looked at a picture of Jayna on her knees, his softening cock all the way in her mouth as he recovered from a climax.

"Uummm... it looks hot..."

"Is that all?"

For several moments Jayna grunted as Ted fucked her with increasing intensity, the thought of cumming on her face exciting him. It took a moment for her to come up with an answer for him.

"I want you to claim me as yours. That's the most appropriate way."

As sweet as her saying that felt to him, actually having her milk the sperm from his exploding cock and the overt pleasure she took in his jism raining over her struck him much more powerfully. Easily the greatest climax of his life up to that point, Ted jetted more sperm onto her upturn face than he remembered ever spilling. Gout after gout spurted from him as Jayna squeezed his balls and massaged his shaft bottom to top extracting every morsel of his seed.

Once again relinquishing control of his orgasm to the submissive girl, Ted watched her anoint herself in his essence with euphoria, both of them overjoyed by the messy experience. Drizzles of jism spattered her skin, globules of sperm gathered on her forehead, cheeks and nose while strings of semen stretched across her outstretched tongue. A large spurt splashed onto her quivering pink organ and Ted relished the wet plop of his spunk onto her extended tongue.

When he was done, she bathed his entire cock with her greedy mouth until he fell back on the bed, exhausted. The girl then took out her phone and took several selfies as she masturbated with the vibrator, climaxing and gazing at her own sperm-streaked face.

Retrieving his own camera, Ted documented Jayna pleasuring herself to the view of her cum-spattered visage. When she finished cumming, he gave her instructions.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock" once again saying those potent words thrilled him.

When she was in position, he proceeded to take pictures as she posed with his erection. That carried on until they were fucking once again. Taking photos as she used his cock to pleasure herself, Ted enjoyed a lengthy session of her performing every filthy thing he could thing of with his cock as he clicked away, recording the debauchery.

The finale was a second load on her face, the gleaming wetness smeared over every surface, her stained countenance ravishing in its soiled, disgusting state. With depraved abandon, Jayna despoiled herself with his softening cock, smearing it over her face, rubbing his two loads into her skin while he recorded her perversion. With energetic relish, she defiled herself with his sperm, the camera inciting a wantonness she'd only hinted at before. Jayna was ecstatic to be a flagrant slut for Ted and his camera.

"Good girl. You're such a good girl" he intoned as she debased herself euphorically. Each murmur of encouragement bound them tighter in the grip of shared ecstasy.

They spent the entire weekend shooting photos and fucking, Jayna lamenting she had no place to post the lewd images until Ted took her seriously and told her all the many places an amateur could post pornographic images for free.

Then he brought up the next phase of his vengeance.

"You should start an OnlyFans page. Then you could monetize these pictures."

Jayna hadn't known about that particular website and when they poked around she seemed impressed with the professionalism, security and the erotic potential. With the predatory scrutiny of a hunter, Ted watched her reactions and gauged it was best not to press too hard.

"Let's finish choosing some for the less risque websites. This seems like a big next step, doesn't it?"

Some aspect of Jayna that she likely inherited from her awful father rose to the surface then.

"I can do it!" she insisted.

Sensing she might have spoken too defensively, she demurred.

"I'm not scared. I was... just... thinking about a username."

Cocking an eyebrow, Ted allowed her to see his skepticism.

"Okay, I'm nervous, fine. But I'm gonna do it. These pictures need to be seen. And it makes me kinda wet..." admitting it out loud made her bashful and she snuggled next to him under the covers to hide for a few moments.

"I like the name Jezabelle" which she spelled as Ted typed it into the search tab on the site, where nothing appeared.

"It's available."

The girl emerged from her hiding place and they created an account, excitedly adding more and more images from their photo shoots to the new profile for Jezabelle. It got to the point where they were having sex while uploading, sucking or fucking as images were scanned onto the site, laughing, racing the internet, but stopping to begin the next image each time the previous one finished, the creation of her profile as erotic as the sex itself.

When Jayna went to work the next day, Ted engaged the next phase of his revenge.

As usual his bots, he lifted the less risque images on regular social media high in the feeds of the men in Arthur's life, but to each he secretly added two more images that only those men could see. One image of Jayna stretched out masturbating, the other of her with Ted's glistening cock smeared across her messy face. Fairly certain the chosen recipients wouldn't report the images to the website for policy violations, Ted gave them a glimpse of what was to come.