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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.

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.

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.

A good old blackmail story.
Looking forward to more.

Casanova wrote: Sat Apr 05, 2025 7:32 am A good old blackmail story.
Looking forward to more.

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