Carol, The Saga Continues

Her date, she thought? Would most women consider what she had been through this evening a date, or a rape? This whole dreadful tale had been nothing but one disaster and one disappointment after another. Since J C Cutter had emailed her with the news that he was on to her secret identity, she had been at his mercy, relenting time and time again to his demands, demands that kept coming and intensified each time out. She had done all that she was instructed, she met with him via video cam and masturbated for him, each time made to consume her own semen. She dared not protest, he held such power over her and the risk was too great.

She had worked far too hard to have it all evaporate before her eyes. She gazed into the mirror, into her green eyes, the very same eyes that J C demanded that she use to make contact with him each day. She had altered her appearance, changed her work habits and modified her behavior in almost every way, but yet, he was still not satisfied. New and even viler instructions came every day; she had no idea when it would stop, or if it would stop. Her thoughts at the outset had been that she could appease J C and he would go away, instead the opposite had happened.

Her head fell into her hands as she recalled the events of last Friday. She had been given a day off from J C's torment, there would be no video conference, she would not have to perform for her blackmailer, and she began to think there would be an end in sight. Perhaps J C was getting tired of her. After all, how often does one watch someone masturbate before it gets old? Just when that faint glimmer of hope seemed to be within her grasp, she heard the familiar tone that meant she had received a new email. This was about the time of day when J C emailed with her "instructions". She shuddered as she moved the mouse and the monitor sprang to life once more. She opened her email and her worst fears were realized. "1 unread message: cutterman@yahoo.com ." With a deep breath, she opened the email and read.