Megan's Anguish (Ch6 April 19)

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Exhausted, Megan dropped down into her office chair and slumped forward to rest her head on her arms which were folded on the desk. It had been six tiring months since their mother had succumbed to her cancer, but Megan had finally won custody of her younger siblings. Their father had left years ago, and her stepping up to the plate was the only way to keep the three of them together.

However, it was done, and she was able to thinking about her own life again. Her university application had been put on hold, but she could now accept the conditional offer and resume her studies, albeit at nineteen, one year older than planned.

Now, she just needed to find a way to add to her income. The student loan would cover no more than a very frugal existence for the three of them. With all the worry and care requirements during their mother's long illness, Megan was facing a Foundation Year, giving her the requisite tools with which to tackle her degree course.

She’d looked at the university notice board, wondering if there were any jobs on site, but there was almost nothing. The only thing that stood out was as a life model for the art classes. It was the best paid of the options in front of her and quite a few hours were available.

Megan was no prude, but her confidence was low. Her strawberry blonde hair was a stunning feature, but she was a shy glasses wearer and though she had a slight figure that accentuated her extra large DD bust, she preferred to keep her private area, just that, private – even more so as she had lasered off her pubic hair, so her somewhat prominent labia and clit would be on show. What was a great idea when she thought only her then boyfriend would see it, was not so clever when she considered exposing her whole body in front of a class full of budding artists. Growing hair down there was no longer an option, but she’d never even thought about nude modelling as a career. Nevertheless, her need for money was greater than her fear of being naked.

As she lifted her head off the desk, she remembered she’d taken a pic of the number, so unlocked her phone and, skipping between screens, typed the number into her keyboard dialler. Dare she press the button?

As she dithered, the elder of her two sisters walked into Megan’s bedroom. Mollie was quiet, had the same slim build as Megan herself, but none of the top heavy traits of both her sisters. At fifteen, she had adapted her mind to appreciate her a-cups, but it was a constant source of annoyance that her 12 year-old sister Myra, kept shaking boobs that were extraordinary for her age.

“I just wanted to thank you for everything.” Mollie began. “I think I’d have fallen apart if we’d have been split up.” She then proceeded to embrace her sister, now guardian, then disappeared suddenly before Megan could formulate a response. That was Mollie all over – to the point and didn’t like wasting time that could be better spent online talking to her equally nerdy friends.

Megan stared at the dial icon, she then padded over to close her bedroom door and pressed the green button before she could change her mind.

The voice on the other end was female, friendly and chatty. Without even giving it further consideration, Megan had agreed a face to face interview the following day. Whatever would her mother have thought, she wondered. Probably mixed feelings, she decided – unhappy with her daughter stripping in front of a class, yet admiring for finding a way of helping to support her sisters.

“Not again, put them away!” Megan heard Mollie, presumably yelling at Myra. Phone still in her hand, and not really thinking, Megan stood by the door and recorded a few minutes of the argument. Myra was, as she suspected, dancing round the room, naked from the waist up, taunting her somewhat flat-chested sibling. Megan had to shout to get Myra’s attention, but finally got her youngest sister to put a top on and stop provoking arguments. Myra had always denied flashing her boobs, but now Megan had proof that Mollie hadn’t been exagerrating when telling of Myra’s boob-shaming.

It was two days before the face to face – enough time for Megan’s brain to run through every possible scenario in her mind. She knew there was the possibility she might be asked to strip, to show the body that they wanted students to draw, paint, or whatever. Would there be a crowd or just a couple of teachers? She stood repeatedly in front of a long mirror, wondering if having her pubis lasered was a good idea after all, and cursing her protruding inner labia.

She also tried leaving her bra off, despite the size of her breasts. Although huge, they barely drooped – something that Megan was very pleased about, though she knew youth would only defy gravity for so long.

When the day came, Megan dressed in a simple dress, with nothing beneath it. It was an early start – too early for her sisters to be up in the dying days of the long summer holiday. Having a little privacy helped Megan mentally prepare for her interview, though she packed underwear in her tote bag for her return. She didn’t want them asking too many questions and there was nothing discreet about her breasts when they were let free to bounce.

It was a short train journey to her campus. She was going to start a Business Management degree in about a month. She reckoned that Business and Art students wouldn’t be likely to interact much, with the two sets having lectures at different times, and she wouldn’t have the embarrassment of her peers seeing her stripped to nothing.

Finally, she walked through the door and was immediately greeted by an attractive lady, the same woman she had spoken to on the phone.

“Ah, hello Megan, thank goodness you’ve come. I thought I might have to model myself. I’m Sarah, we spoke on the phone.”

“I… er, thought this was just an interview?” Megan stuttered as she found herself guided through to Sarah’s office.

“Well, the plan was to do just a little test sitting, but we have a summer school group. It’s about ten students that signed up for extra sittings and four of the staff wanted to join the group for the summer. They are here and their model has not turned up. A shame, because she’d been so reliable till now.” Sarah stopped to breathe, then continued.

“If you’ll do this three hour session, I’ll not only call that passing the interview, but pay you cash for this time only.”

That was it, the word cash was the clincher – the thought she might have a little to spend that wasn’t on absolute essentials. She was guided to a small changing room and there exchanged her clothes for a clean, but well worn robe.

The session itself was unremarkable. Sarah positioned her in four poses altogether, but though she was naked, the poses kept her genital area hidden behind a leg, or turned away from the class. Megan was very grateful for the gentle introduction, despite knowing that future sessions could be far more revealing.

As the session wore on, she started to relax and began working her way round the room, looking at each artist in turn. There were eight males and two females, all studying her intently as they sketched.

As Megan relaxed, she felt a little warmth between her legs. Being so naked and vulnerable was actually turning her on – something she had not considered possible. She hoped it would not show, but she knew certain parts of her were experiencing a familiar wetness. As she continued her mental study of the students in front of her, she locked eyes with one of the girls, an emo looking girl with red & black hair and a pierced septum. She flashed a knowing smile at Megan, causing the young model to look away. Had the girl realised how turned on she was? Megan hoped not.

Some time later, Megan didn’t know how long as she had no watch, Sarah called a break and Megan grabbed her robe, hurrying to the Ladies room. Inside a cubicle, she quickly hung up her robe, sat on the toilet and started to rub her throbbing pussy. It needed attention badly. Megan had no idea this would be the result of posing, but was starting to see it as a rather pleasant side effect.

She heard the door open and another person enter the neighbouring stall, but was too far gone to stop. She gritted her teeth to minimise sound and when the orgasm hit her, only her laboured breathing gave any indication as to what had just transpired. She then took plenty of tissue and cleaned herself up, knowing she still had one more pose to do. As Megan put on her robe and went to the sink, a bright-haired student by the name of Lucy was replaying her new video on silent, getting quite aroused by its contents herself.

[flashharry]

As a warning here, there will be no under 18 sex, but there will be underage nudity. If that’s not for you, please read no further.

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Megan returned to the art studio, slipping her robe off once more, baring her breasts and pussy this time to the assembled students, who were soon joined by the returning Lucy (as Megan later found out). The pose was far from obscene, but with one leg hanging over the podium and the other foot up on it, some of the class would see her sex clearly. That section of the room of course included Lucy.

Sarah was moving between Megan, offering words of encouragement, and the students, giving advice. Megan’s head was tilted away from Lucy, but right at the edge of her peripheral vision, she thought she saw a phone in Lucy’s hand. She shot her head round, but too late, there was no phone in sight.

“Keep your head still, Megan, not long to go.” Sarah called out from alongside another student’s easel.

Reluctantly, Megan returned to her pose. Had there been a camera? Was she imagining it? Then Sarah called out that there were just ten minutes left and the thought left her mind, replaced by the pleasant thought of collecting her cash and another glow between her legs as she considered how she’d earned it. Would she tell her siblings? She thought probably not. Need to know basis should apply!

Soon she was changed and thanking Sarah for the opportunity (and the money), with the latter promising to email her a regular schedule of sittings. A few of the students called out their farewells and she strolled off towards the station with a lot less worries than when she had walked in. That feeling of euphoria lasted until she saw Lucy waiting ahead of her, blocking her path.

“I think we should have a little chat.”

“What do you want?” replied Megan.

“Just a little video I think you should watch.” beamed Lucy. She led Megan off the path a little to a dense copse, before reaching for her mobile.

As she started to watch the proffered phone, there was no mistaking what it was. She saw herself, naked in a public bathroom, in the throes of a massive climax. Even when she had thrown her head back at the end, her eyes had been closed and she’d had no idea there was a camera there. There was no doubt this girl was malevolent. What did she want?

“Lovely little show, that was, you should try out for porn, not just life modelling.” Lucy smirked. “Oh, and I’ve backed it up to the cloud already – that and the pic from the art studio.”

“I knew you had your phone out.” Megan accused.

“Yeah, but I’m too quick.” Lucy continued, “I don’t want much, but this is my last year and I want a little fun. You looked so innocent in there compared to most models, I decided that you should provide my fun. If you don’t want me to circulate that video, you’ll do just as you’re told.”

“What do you want me to do?” asked Megan, well aware that her reputation would be sunk if it did.

“You’ll do as you’re told.” Megan went on. “Look, you can expect some unpleasant tasks, unless you like embarrassment and humiliation, but I’ll make sure you’re not hurt.”

Megan’s mind flashed back to how she felt when modelling naked.

“You’re in your first year here. Do you want to be known as the girl in that video for the duration?”

“No.” replied Megan sullenly. Lucy then enquired about her home situation and smiled evilly when she found there were no parents around.

Lucy tapped out what Megan believed to be a message, then continued. “You’ll have some rules and you’re my bitch for the next nine months. I leave next May. Behave, and you may even enjoy parts of it. Going on how the modelling affected you, I think we might have a lot of mutual fun.”

Megan nodded nervously, her mind racing. Just how demanding was this girl going to be? How has she managed to get herself in such a difficult situation within a week?

From off to her right, Megan saw another girl and a younger boy walking towards them, clearly expected. The new girl had bright pink hair and a tartan dress that barely covered her crotch. Black knee high boots completed the ensemble. Her younger male companion, who Megan later found out to be Ellie’s brother was plainly dressed in jeans and a tee.

“Megan, meet Ellie, my best friend. Chris, her brother has been our toy for a while. If you amuse us enough, we might even let him go, but for now, he’ll still do anything we say.”

Megan had no idea what to say. It was several seconds before she realised her jaw was hanging open, and she promptly shut it. She guessed Chris to be about fifteen, like her sister Mollie, but still didn’t fully understand the trouble she was in.

Lucy continued. “Megan, I’m glad you’re not shy, because you are going to be following our clothing rules and stripping whenever we say.’ When Megan didn’t move, she continued, “Chris, naked from the waist down and kneel.” The younger boy promptly dropped his jeans and kicked off his trainers. He wore no underwear. Once dressed as he was commanded, he knelt.

Megan couldn’t stop herself, she had to look. His cock was rising, not huge, but definitely hardening. She was staggered at how quickly he had obeyed.

“Chris, explain to Megan why you obey.”

“Megan, I only disobeyed once and Ellie showed my parents a video of me wanking. I was grounded for a month. She set cameras in my room and said she’d done that because she’d heard me from her room. Lucy set the cameras. If I disobey again, I know they’ll send them to more people.”

“Good lad,” patronised Lucy. Then, turning to Megan, “Now, I want your underwear off, right here, right now. I already know what you look like!” she grinned.

Megan blushed and admitted that she had worn none to what she thought was only going to be an interview, maybe a casting. She wasn’t surprised at what came next…

“Show me.”

Slowly, she bent down, took the hem of her dress in her hands and raised it to her navel. She didn’t think there was any doubt she was without a bra since her nipples clearly showed through, but Lucy indicated higher, so higher she went until her tits came into view. This ensured Chris’ erection reached the point of bursting.

“Don’t you dare.” Ellie snarled at him.

“Ok, you can let go. I’m going to need to know where you are at all times, so give me your phone, I’m putting a tracker on it. If the tracker gets deleted, or I catch you without the phone, the video goes to the main reception at the uni. Second time and it will be going to a whole heap more people.” Megan could see no other option but to meekly hand her phone after first unlocking it with her thumb.

Lucy’s face was a look of concentration as she downloaded the tracker and linked it to her own phone, then her face lit up as she glanced at the first video she came to. “They have to be your sisters, with their hair and the one girls tits.”

Megan said nothing, but her face said it all. Megan quickly sent herself the video, then handed Megan her phone back. Megan was stunned to silence, having forgotten all about recording her sisters arguing. Tears formed in her eyes. How could this be happening? What were the chances?

Wanting to be alone with Megan, Lucy let Chris have his jeans back, though took his tee and kept his jeans, then told Ellie to take him home and to meet her the following morning. When they had gone, she turned to Megan. “I know you got turned on when you were modelling, we’ll have to see how it affects your sisters now.”

“Can’t this just be me?” Megan begged.

“Sorry, but you gave me a perfect shot at your whole family, such as it is. If and when I strip your sisters, just remember it was you videoing their little confrontation that did it. You are the one to blame.”

Megan carried on home, gutted that she had left at least one of her sisters so vulnerable to a maliscious bully, and sure she was to get a visit the following morning. Should she warn her siblings? She thought she probably should, but had no idea how to even start the conversation, so the warning was left unsaid.

[flashharry]

Chapter 3

Megan had a fitful night, mostly sure she should warn her sisters, but a little doubt that would help. It may be that they dealt with it better as it happened? She just had no idea how to broach the subject. Somewhere around 5am, she gave up on sleep, then sat in the living room, staring down the path until her protagonist(s) arrived.

It was almost ten when she finally saw both Lucy and Ellie headed up the communal garden path. Once more, Ellie had on a micro-skirt and this time, thigh-high boots. She had let the younger girls sleep in, so walked to the door herself in just her flimsy nighty, the one she normally wore panties with and never around the flat. Lucy complimented her on her following her new dress code, before curtly telling her to strip completely.

Megan pleaded, “If I follow everything you say, leave the younger ones out of it, please.”

“Ellie, did you see a hesitation before this slut followed an instruction?” Lucy asked. Ellie nodded, asking “Should we punish her or her sisters?”

At this Megan ripped off the nighty and stood, hands by her sides. She realised she was in front of the window, but didn’t dare move. At a nod from Lucy, Ellie walked over and ripped the net curtains down so anyone could see in as well as they could see out.

“Get your sisters. Go into each room and shake them awake. They need to see you are naked.”

Hating herself more every minute, Megan went to wake her siblings, who shared a room. Myra stirred and started “Wha…” but stopped as megan put her finger to her lips. Mollie always took more waking and her sister’s nudity barely registered, but soon all three sisters were stood in a row in front of their visitors.

Megan had tears flowing again, wondering what she could have done differently. It had all stemmed from her arousal from being seen naked, but could she really help the reactions of her own body? Everything else had been beyond her control – a devastating sequence of events that had been brought about by the conniving evil duo standing before them.

The bolder Myra was the first to speak. “Who are you and why is my sister naked?”

Lucy held her finger to her lips to quieten the youngest of them, then started to explain. “It so happens I am in possession of a couple of very delicate videos showing your sister in a very compromising position. Another shows you in a partial state of undress and would look very bad if your sister’s guardianship skills were ever called into question.”

“What do you mean, a couple of videos?” Megan demanded.

“Did you not think I wouldn’t set a camera at our little rendezvous last night?” Lucy almost fell over herself to reveal how she’d got one over on Megan yet again.

Megan could argue no more. She just hung her head despairingly as Lucy told her younger sisters about the new job she had taken on and the reaction it had on their guardian.

“Right, Myra, exactly how old are you?”

“Twelve, nearly thirteen.” came the reply.

“You’ll be at the same school as Ellie, my great friend.” Ellie waved her hand a little as Lucy carried on. “Ellie’s a few years younger than me, so will leave school next July, but for the next year, will be able to keep an eye on you – all of you.” she giggled at her own feeble attempt at humour. “Now strip.”

Myra looked over at Megan, who couldn’t meet her eyes and hung her head shaking it in despair.

Lucy opened her phone and started the video of Myra flaunting her tits in Mollie’s face. Myra groaned and looking over at Megan “How could you?” before also removing her nighty and knickers. Lucy moved over and put a hand on each of Myras firm, pert breasts, Myra shuddered, but held herself together.

“These are superb” Lucy declared, without taking her hands away. “It would be a crying shame if more people didn’t get to see them.” Her gaze then lowered to Myra’s soft ginger pubes. Reaching one hand down, she stroked the sparse hairs, before cupping the younger girl’s whole pubis and nodded approvingly. “Certainly moist.”

Turning to Mollie and taking a step back, Lucy added, “Now you.”

“Hey, I haven’t done anything wrong, you have no videos of me.”

“You’re absolutely right. You can walk out of here and there’s nothing I can do.” Lucy then let that evil smirk form again, “But you might end up in care if I make Megan lose her job and you will be responsible for both your sisters losing every shred of respect they have in this town as these videos go out. Your choice.”

Mollie knew she was also left with no choice. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and let her nighty fall. Then hesitantly, but after a nod from Megan, slid her thumbs inside her panties and pushed them down too. “Fifteen.” she grunted.

Ellie took a pace forward and pinched Mollie’s large nipples. “Where were you when your sisters were getting their boobs?” she asked, causing Mollie to blush a deep red. Ellie’s hand dropped lower and into the naked girl’s full red bush, pushing through to rest against her labia. Turning to Lucy, “This one’s dry, we are going to have to work on her.” Mollie barely resisted a smile. She was pleased her body wasn’t reacting to her tormentor’s touch.

“Right,” declared Lucy. “This can be a bit of fun or a real drag, but you are all going to follow some rules. Firstly, no curtains at the windows, no nets and I want to see you all behaving normally, no crawling along the floor to avoid being seen.”

Turning to Megan, she continued, “Since you decided to model naked, you are to be naked all the time when you are in this flat. You’ll make sure you stay cleanly shaved at all times and you’ll be taking on any extra modelling work I say. You can go now, pack up every bit of underwear you own and bring it to me now. Go.”

As Megan hurried off, Lucy turned to Myra. “I’d imagine every boy in the school is going to want to see those tits of yours, so I’m going to make it easier for them. You are braless from now on and topless in the flat. I want those pubes shaved into an arrow, pointing crudely to a pussy I’m sure you have been playing with. We’ll be replacing your knickers with thongs. Go get those bras.” Myra nodded and followed Megan out of the room.

Mollie looked up and saw the evil grin on Ellie’s face. “Lucy is very kindly letting me have a play with you. You have nice nipples, but that dry pussy has made me want to get it all wet and juicy. You’re going to lose your knickers for the rest of the school year.”

Mollie took half a step towards the bedroom, she had half suspected it after her sisters’ instructions, but Lucy called her to a halt. “Who said we were finished?” Mollie hung her head as a means of apology, before Ellie continued, “Also, I want those ginger curls gone and you’ll only wear skirts I give you. Needless to say, you’ll be naked from the waist down anywhere in the flat, meaning crop tops only.”

Mollie was stunned. The thoughts went through her mind that the whole school would be seeing her pussy, looking at the length of Ellie’s skirts. She had to be reminded to got and bag up her knickers ready for removal.

Ellie and Lucy looked at each other. Then without exchanging a word, Lucy went through and told the suisters to return as quickly as they could to the living room, dressed as they had been instructed. For poor Megan, that meant complete nudity, of course. Boldly, she stood next to the front window, not wanting to antagonise Lucy any more. She was suddenly very grateful that the flats were a little set back from the road.

Myra appeared next, with her bag of bras in her hand. She had mixed feelings about handing them over. Not having many, they were well worn and a couple too small. She knew she was going to get stares, but at least her tender fleshy orbs weren’t going to be pinched at the sides any more. She’d done as she had been asked and run a razor down the sides of her p[ubes to create a crude arrow. It wasn’t perfect, but she could touch it up later.

Finally, Mollie walked through and held out her bag of knickers to Ellie, who she now saw as now being her tormentor. What she hadn’t done was apparent.

“Forget something did you?” barked Lucy.

Mollie started stuttering about how she didn’t realise they meant right away, but Ellie cut her short and sent Myra to the bathroom for water and a clean razor. The young girl did not hang around, not wanting to get further rules herself. She got back to the sight of Mollie with her legs wide on the settee and Lucy attacking her pubes with a pair of nail scissors. Once she had the razor in her hand, Lucy proved adept at shaving Mollie’s privates and Megan realised how Chris must have been shaved too, he was too old to have been bald.

As she finished, Lucy put her face right in Mollie’s. “Now, you get to know how failure is punished. This time it’s a 1” undercut. You’ll hide it now, but any time you hesitate from now will get another inch.” Megan and Myra watched in horror as their middle sibling had an undercut shaved on both sides and the back of her head. Mollie was simply too terrified to move.

Once done, Lucy and Ellie admired the girl’s new look. Finally, Lucy spoke. “Okay, the one thing you did properly was to wear a nice short crop top. We can go for a walk now.”

Mollie’s eyes widened. She instantly realised she would get no more clothes to wear, but didn’t dare say a word. That she didn’t stopped her from getting more torment.

Lucy turned to Ellie, saying “Call him now.”

Less than two minutes later, Chris came round the corner with a bag in his hand and a step-ladder over his shoulder. He was barefoot and shirtless, with a pair of jogging bottoms. Megan silently bet herself these were all the poor lad had got on. She wasn’t wrong.

Once inside, Chris was made to strip. His penis at full erection. It turned out that he was a bit of an IT whizz and without further instruction started to put cameras up in the corner of each room. He did both bedrooms, hall, the living room and the kitchen, only asking about the bathroom. “Yes.” insisted Lucy.

The three girls knew their privacy was over. It took less than an hour for the naked lad to finish and he finally came to report to Lucy. He still had a strong erection, which only stiffened even further as he ogled the sisters. Lucy looked at him, then at her new slaves, before saying, “One of you can blow him or I can send him out just as he is.”

When no one moved, Chris went to grab his joggers, before Ellie grabbed them and yanked them clear. “As he is.” repeated Lucy.

Again, nothing, so Chris picked up his bag and ladder and turned to go.

“Wait.” It was Megan who shouted, thinking there was no way she wanted a naked, erect male walking out of their flat. She knew what the price was to stop it and dutifully sank to her knees. Taking his penis into her mouth, she barely had to move before it started pumping thick white goo into her as she struggled to swallow as fast as it filled her mouth.

[Casanova]

A good old blackmail story.
Looking forward to more.

[flashharry]

A good old blackmail story.
Looking forward to more.

Thanks for that. I hope to have another installment tomorrow (Sunday)

[flashharry]

Megan 4

Naked and far from home.

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“You are free to go. You’ve behaved well, and I won’t need you regularly now as I have new toys to play with.” said Lucy as she threw Chris’s joggers at him.

Chris looked unbelievably relieved. Megan in particular wondered just what the evil duo had made him do in their time lording it over him. Lucy picked up a phone off the table and held it up. “Whose is this?” she asked.

“Mine” replied Mollie.

“Wrong, every answer now requires Miss or Mistress after it, depending on whether we are in public or not. As we are in private, it’s mistress.”

“Mine, Mistress.” Mollie tried again.

“Much better”, then Lucy turned to the departing Chris and handed him the phone, after whispering something in his ear.

Chris set off out the front door and very soon appeared on the driveway down to the road. It was no more than twenty yards or so. The girls all stood and watched as he placed it neatly to the side of the driveway, right by the main footpath.

“I’d go and fetch that, if I were you, or it’ll get stolen.” grinned Lucy.

“But the neighbours will see.” fretted Megan.

“No,” replied Ellie, ignoring the lack of a title at the end, “the neighbours might see, but if no one goes, Mollie has no phone and we’ll send the neighbours some videos, so they’ll DEFINITELY see.”

The siblings looked at each other, distressed. Myra was still topless, Mollie in just a crop top and Megan completely naked. Myra hinted that her situation wasn’t quite so bad, but Mollie said firmly, “No, It’s mine, I’ll go.” then, turning to their tormentors, “It’s a gravel path, may I have shoes please Mistress?”

Lucy, impressed by the correct language used, allowed her trainers. Mollie didn’t want to be without her phone, so steeled her mind to think she had skin coloured leggings on and tried to walk normally to where the departed Chris had been told to leave it.

She got through the apartment block easily, then walked down the driveway. After what seemed to last an eternity, she reached the phone and squatted down to pick it up. Trying not to bend at the waist, she fcould feel her lower lips open briefly as she reached the bottom of her manouevre. She could tell by that she was more turned on than she really cared to admit.

Mollie promptly stood up, to stop the wanton display of pink between her legs, though when her lips rejoined, she knew she was wetter than she’d been in a good while. It embarrassed her that humiliation had this effect on her. She got a grip of her emotions and started to walk back the same way as she’d walked down – those skin coloured leggings were back on.

She managed to get five yards up the driveway to safety when a truck passed by and the horn the driver blasted made her literally jump. Her arousal forgotten, Mollie took to sprinting back, she belted home at full pace, unsure if her bum was blushing at having been so fully exposed.

The stairs were still deserted, she did not fancy risking the lift, and she crashed through the flat door with the reddest face she’d ever sported. Her sisters were ready with their sympathy, with Lucy and Ellie giving her a short round of applause.

“Get the horn did you?” Lucy laughed.

Mollie just couldn’t answer, just standing blushing. She thought silence was the best way not to avoid any further questioning along those lines.

Having relished Mollie’s humiliation, the new mistresses took their leave. Myra couldn’t resist giving the duo the finger as they left down the driveway. Mollie and Megan both converged on her, pulling her arm down. They both thought it was too late for Myra, but they could only try and avoid more trouble if possible. Once they’d calmed the excitable Myra, the three sat down and started to digest their new situation.

In one way, Megan’s dress code was easier as she’d reached uni. The younger siblings still had school and a uniform. The uniform didn’t specify underwear requirements, but Mollie faced skirts cut down by Ellie, and Myra’s large chest was going to bounce around unfettered. She already faced a lot of attention as she was likely to have the largest tits in her age group.

There was only one weekend left before the three of them would have to face their new challenges. The conversation slowed, with each girl wrapped up in their own thoughts. In a moment of silence, Myra stood up, hooked her thumbs inside her knickers and slid her panties down her legs.

Looking at Megan, she stated “If you have to be naked, I’m doing the same. We’re sisters, we’re in this together.”

Mollie sighed, then reluctantly pulled her crop top over her head. “Ok, but I’m keeping the bra for school.”

Myra kept quiet. She felt that they should all be in it together. She was quite prepared to lose her knickers if need be, but she didn’t want to upset her middle sister. Suddenly, the times when she’d shook her tits at her seemed so childish, plus the fact that it had helped get them all into such a mess.

Mollie was the first to head for bed. Sleeping naked was not a first, so she hugged each of her sisters in turn. There was something so special about a naked hug. Once done, she headed first for the bathroom, then her bed.

Megan and Myra found themselves talking more after Mollie had gone, with the younger girl trying to reassure her guardian that she wasn’t responsible for the mess they were in and that she was grateful for her keeping the three of them together, beyond that, they’d take each hurdle at a time.

The next hurdle came a lot sooner than they expected. Megan’s phone lit up as a text came through. “You two, get to the end of the drive now. A red 4x4 will collect you. As you are, no shoes, no clothes.”

Megan and Myra knew enough now not to hesitate. Part of the conversation earlier had been along the lines of if they were pushed too far and got caught by the police, the blackmail would be over, so they convinced each other that the tasks would be risky, but largely safe. Their feet hurt on the gravel, but they made it to the road in time for their lift.

A five minute drive took them to the edge of town, where the Asian driver motioned them to get out and they saw Ellie. The sidekick took centre stage this time as she passed Megan a skirt she’d altered, with instructions that Mollie only wear that one. Both sisters could see it was extremely short.

“You can come out now.” she called and a young skinny mixed race boy appeared from behind the tree. By way of introduction, Ellie declared “This is Marcus. Marcus will be sharing some lessons with you, Myra. He is also under our command and his single instruction is to expose your tits as often as possible. Of course, not in front of teachers, but wherever it’s safe to do so. You grass on him, those videos are out.”

Myra didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But had no time to do either, before Ellie turned to Megan and informed her she was going to be modelling the following afternoon.

“But uni is closed.” Megan protested.

“This is a photo shoot. We have four amateur togs who are expecting a show, so make sure you do everything they say.”

“What am I expected to do?” Megan pleaded.

“They’ll be expecting to see right inside you, at the very least.” Ellie smirked. “I dare say there may be some cream flying around. Make sure they get a happy ending.”

Ellie then walked over to a bicycle the two of them hadn’t noticed and swung her leg over it ready to go. Megan was still dumbstruck over what she was expected to do on Saturday, but Myra was alert enough to see that there were no knickers under Ellie’s skirt as her shaven slit briefly came into view. She certainly practised as she preached. It seemed Marcus had gone while Ellie was instructing Megan.

“How do we get home?” Megan called over.

“Walk.” came the reply.

[litrob2000]

Brilliant story! Pray continue.

[flashharry]

Megan 5

The walk home.

Seeing Ellie disappear, Megan snapped back to reality. Tomorrow’s problems could wait. Their priority was to get home. The streets were quiet, but there were still late night drinkers around and they’d have to be very careful in their unclad state. She motioned for Myra to put on the skirt Ellie had intended for Mollie. It wasn’t much covering, it covered no more on Myra than it would on Mollie, but better than nothing.

Megan quickly decided that they’d have to walk a longer way home to avoid those people who were still out at that time. So she pointed the way to Myra and the two of them started towards the far side of the park. The two scurried down the paths, ready to dive for cover if necessary. Megan decided against risking stepping in something extremely unpleasant by cutting across the grass, largely due to their barefoot state.

The one time they heard voices , they were able to duck into a hedged verge, remaining statue-like until a rather inebriated couple of teenage lads around Megan’s age had passed their hiding place. Once safe, Myra gave out a strangulated sound of pain. Megan saw blood on her younger sibling’s shoulder where a sharp branch had pierced the skin.

After checking she was ok, and that the wound was not deep, they moved on again. Megan couldn’t help feel a little pride in the way Myra had managed to keep silent. It must have taken quite some self-control. She’d need it over the coming year as the coming nudity and humiliation was going to test all their mental strength.

Eventually, the duo reached the street Megan had set course for. The route home would now take them largely through residential areas, which they both expected to be quiet. Moving quickly wasn’t really an option as they were still barefoot and the chances of a sharp stone causing pain or throwing them off balance were high.

They found themselves overlapping each other as the moved from hiding place to hiding place, not shy of using trees and walls that belonged to the residents. The occasional dog would bark from inside a house, but was frequently shushed by their owner, or the girls would move on a little as quickly as possible to a safe distance from the yelping canine.

Though Myra had the advantage of an albeit very short skirt, they were both more aware of their large breasts being on full display had anyone looked in their direction. Megan’s nipples had been erect since they had left the park, and when she looked over, she could see Myra’s were exactly the same. Was this fear or arousal? She decided it was impossible to say while they were still headed back home – maybe a little of each?

Road junctions were the most difficult. There were simply so many directions to look – both footpaths and roads. So they’d cross together, running flat out for the next tree or wall that offered some semblance of cover. Each would hold an arm over their chest, not so much to hide their breasts as to stop them flying all over the place as they ran.

They were about half way home when a car screeched to almost stationary at a junction ahead and turned into the street they were in. Megan, choosing flight, was quick to dive for cover behind a telephone junction box, but Myra, suffering fright, froxe light the proverbial rabbit in some very bright headlights. Her full breasts were lit up and the car horn went off twice – once for each tit, Myra thought later as she recalled the moment – before Megan’s frantic shouting got her to duck down. The car continued its way, much to both their relief, but it was several seconds after the engine noise faded before Myra allowed herself to draw breath again.

She found herself shaking with the adrenaline that had been released, but had no doubt the exposure had caused some moistening between her legs. She couldn’t see her clitoris thanks to the micro-skirt she had on, but there was no doubt that she was getting turned on by this.

Once she had her breath back, Myra felt a need for a little more speed and ran the next block without bothering to pause behind trees as they had been doing. Megan, following in her wake, soon noticed how much of her sister’s backside she could see as the skirt flared up while she sprinted ahead. She made a mental note to warn Mollie to walk slowly at all times once she had to start wearing it for school. Then decided against saying anything to Myra about it in case it made her more self-conscious and slowed her down.

Just a couple of blocks from home, they noticed a large van pull into the road they were in and head towards them. They both dashed down a path which led to a small block of maisonettes and ran slap, bang into an elderly gentleman just coming out with a collie on a lead. The dog jumped playfully for Megan, who was closest, causing her to go sprawling, giving the dog walker an unrestricted view of parts he may not have seen had she been standing up. Megan hurriedly got to her feet and, ignoring the gentleman’s questioning of whether she was okay, ran back towards the road. The one consolation was that the van had now passed by and the duo were free to get back on their way.

The rest of their enforced walk went without further incident. There was no alternative but to knock the door and wake Mollie, who answered the door wrapped in her quilt.

“Where the hell have you been dressed (or rather, not) like that?”

Megan tried to calm her whilst pushing past into the sanctity of the flat, after which she started to relay the events of the night, She made it clear that it couldn’t be a long discussion as she, at least, needed to get some sleep.

“How come Myra got a skirt to wear?”, Mollie probed.

Myra had forgotten she even had it on by now, but promptly undid it, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it. She then bent to retrieve it and handed it to her elder sister, explaining that it was now to be her school skirt. Mollie didn’t look overly impressed by it.

“It’d be okay if there was a little more of it.” she glumly declared, knowing there was no way their blackmailers were going to make things easy.

“It’s time we all got some sleep.” Megan urged, Mollie was keen to get back to her warm bed, but Myra said she needed to unwind before they had any chance at all of getting any sleep. She sank into the settee in almost a dazed stupor. Whether her eyes were open or closed, all she could visualise was the car’s headlights lighting up her chest and the beeps of the horn that told her the driver enjoyed the view.

Was she normal? Should it excite her like that, or should she feel embarrassed and upset? This whole situation was going to take a lot of working out. She never did get to bed, instead falling asleep in the corner of the sofa which is where Megan found her the following morning, naked with just a couple of cushions over her for warmth.

[flashharry]

Megan 6

Changed Plans.

Megan’s alarm went off at 7am. She’d decided that ought to be early enough for whatever vile plans their sadistic mistresses had in mind. It turned out she was pretty accurate, as about three minutes later, her phone notified her of a text.

*We’ll be there early. Get Mollie up*

Megan knew better than to argue, she’d slept naked and stayed that way as she first went to relieve herself in the bathroom, then went and alerted the middle sister of the clan, who really did NOT want to rouse herself.

Finally she dragged herself up after what had been about six hours sleep. She looked over to the chair in the room for some clothes, but noticed Megan shaking her head out of the corner of her eye. She knew what that meant. Her rule was to be naked from the waist down at home, so she grabbed a crop top and after putting it on, walked to the main room.

No more than a few minutes later, Lucy and Ellie let themselves in. Neither girl felt up to asking how they had come about a key. Lucy sauntered through, with Ellie following.

“I’m sorry Mollie, but we need your pussy”

She turned to Megan and said, “Two of your togs cried off. Your shoot is postponed. Your next life modelling is on Monday.”

Mollie was the whitest she’d ever been, while Megan tried not to show she was a little relieved.

Mollie was stood there in her crop top and nothing else. “You’ll do.” declared Lucy.

“Hey, where are you taking her?” Megan almost begged.

“Somewhere she needs to be.” stated their blonde aggressor. “Look after Myra, won’t you.” she added, making it clear that Megan’s place was to stay home this time.

Mollie could not believe that she was leaving their flats with nothing below her navel. Nothing covering her sex and not even any shoes. All too suddenly, the car was pulling away and heading towards the nearest city. The small town where they were beginning to get to know people disappeared into the distance.

Tears began to fall down her face. She knew the two blackmailers could see them, but neither showed much care until they pulled into the drive of a large house about an hour later.

“Now” Lucy almost shouted, as she woke Mollie from her exhausted nap In a quiet room. “You can follow orders, or you can rebel. What do you want to do?”

Mollie had no idea, so said nothing as a large, middle aged man walked into the room.

“Rob here,” as Lucy gesticulated in his direction, “wants a companion to go to a nudist camp.”

Mollie’s eyes widened. Was this girl, not much older than her, intending to sell her as a prostitute?

It was as if Lucy read her mind.

“No, no sex, but I am going to show that pussy to as many people as I can.”

*****

Back in the flat, Megan was distraught, sick with worry at where their middle sister was and what she was being asked to do. It was down to Myra to look after and care for her, not the other way round. Myra continually told her big sister that they would all get through it together.

Megan’s mood lifted a little eventually, enough to think about fixing them both something to eat. Only when she proffered the sandwich did she notice that Myra was completely nude. Her rules dictated that she could wear clothes below the waist, but she had chosen not to. When questioned, her reasoning was that she thought she’d show solidarity with her oldest sibling and also that it didn’t matter what she wore below the waist as she couldn’t be seen anyway. Megan just couldn’t fault her reasoning, so the bright ginger triangle pointing to her sex remained on show.

The two of them finished their food, then spent a few minutes cleaning up, with no words necessary between them. Megan continued to mentally beat herself up about the whole situation, but was persuaded by Myra to sit and watch a film on the TV in an effort to take her mind off things.

It was not long before the two naked girls were cuddled up together, not in a sexual way, but in solidarity with each other. Myra was proving to have wisdom beyond her years. She was certainly dealing with things better than Megan at this point.

They’d been relaxing for almost an hour, with even Megan beginning to engage in the film, when there was a knock at the door, swiftly followed by the ring of the doorbell. The two sisters looked at each other and Myra knew she would have to go and answer it. Megan was still feeling to delicate to willingly bare all to someone close up.

Myra opened the door tentatively, taking care to only stick her head and one hand round it as she clapped eyes on the postman, In his hands, he had a parcel addressed to “Ellie Wilson” at their address. There was only one Ellie it could have been. As the postman held the parcel out towards her, Myra forgot her predicament and took it from him, ending with her breasts now almost resting on top of the box. She was all too aware of her nipples betraying how the exposure was turning her on.

The postman froze for a moment, blushing furiously as was Myra, then beat a hasty retreat as Myra struggled to get the cumbersome package in and close the door. She dropped the box down and went back to the settee, slumping next to Megan, who had looked round and seen the whole interaction.

“If there’s a consolation, it’s that it was you not Mollie.” stated Megan.

Myra looked more than a little puzzled, so Megan continued, “With the size of your tits, he probably thought you were a lot older than you are. I doubt he was looking at your face.”
“Well thanks.” Myra replied, before they both giggled and the tension in the air dissipated. There was some truth in what Megan had said though and the family guardian realised that she was going to have to take responsibility for knocks on the door from there on.

Settling down to watch the rest of their film, Megan noticed her sister’s hand stray to her pussy, her fingers gently stroking the soft folds absent-mindedly. She decided not to say anything and see how far it went.

Myra, for her part, could barely follow the events on screen as she replayed answering the door over and over again. She couldn’t believe how the initial shock had given way, not to embarrassment, but to excitement instead.