Cross Contamination Pt. 05

And, she hastily added to herself, she would be in a position to keep Daren's job safe. That was what this was all for in the end. Of course.

"Well, well, well," said Victor, not looking disappointed or surprised at all, "The kitty finally shows her claws. I knew you wouldn't go down without a fight. Well, I have to warn you, babe. Lucia is already ahead of you. After all, she wore the dress I sent her. What else would a devoted girlfriend do?" He ran his hand up lucia's long smooth thigh to slip beneath the short dress, earning him a giggle and nuzzle from his appreciative girlfriend.

Shit. He was right. If Gina was going to win this, tonight was not the night to take a stand on the issue if Victor's inappropriate gifts.

"One minute babe," she said, crossing the table with a hip-swaying walk to give Victor a deep kiss, "Let me go powder my nose."

She grabbed her garment bag, bending at the waist to give Victor a good view of her ass, then swayed her way towards the bathroom, dropping the sexy walk and hustling when she was out of eye range.

A few minutes later she surveyed herself in the mirror with horror. She swore that Victor had gotten her a completely unfair size when compared to Lucia's dress. While the dress was tight and revealing on the Latina, on her the dress was practically pornographic. The silvery material squashed her breasts tightly, and it was all she could do to pull it up far enough to cover her areolas. On the other end, the stretchy material could barely be persuaded to cover her panties, and bending down to give Victor some eye candy would be a lot riskier in the future. It would be utterly humiliating to wear this dress because a man told her too... She looked like a whore trying to attract a customer. A description that wasn't completely inaccurate, her subconscious whispered. She crammed that thought down, tried her hardest not to get hot and bothered by the thought of Victor seeing her like this. Of Lucia seeing her like this. Of everyone seeing her like this. Shit, she was feeling a little turned on. The last thing she needed in this dress was hard nipples.

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time. Oh God. She was a married woman. What was she doing? Whoring her self out to her husband's awful boss? Dressing like a slut for his amusement? Yes. But it was for good reasons, she told herself. She was about to turn to leave when another thought occurred to her... She felt the sick twist in her belly that the idea prompted. She slowly opened her purse. She needed a way to get a leg up on Lucia. Just wearing the dress wouldn't do it. Lucia was already wearing it, had done so first, in fact. She needed to be proactive in proving her loyalty and devotion to Victor. She pulled the demeaning choker out of her purse, her heart thumping. It was one thing to wear it sometimes while masturbating to the sick, twisted degradation of it. It was another thing entirely to wear it where everyone could see. With shaking hands and a reddening face, she slowly raised the choker and clicked it around her neck.

VICTOR'S.

It matched the dress, and perfectly emphasized her humiliating submission.

She just hoped it would be enough to give her the edge she needed

...

The screen showed a brief swirling loading symbol, and Cassie's vision seemed to darken. She felt like she was about to pass out. There was nowhere to run. No way to hide. Whoever popped up on that screen was going to see every last detail of her curvy young body.

And then the moment was there. Cassie let out a strangled whimper as a face appeared on the screen. It was a kind looking college age woman wearing glasses. The woman stared at the screen, seemed to be confused by what she was seeing. Cassie considered calling for help. The woman wouldn't be able to stop what was happening in any meaningful way, but at least she would know Cassie wasn't just some pervert...

The woman's face twisted in disgust, and the screen returned to the loading screen, icon swirling. It hit Cassie like a punch to the gut. That look of contempt. The woman had looked at her bound, nude body and sized her up immediately: a slut looking for attention. Cassie felt her nipples begin to stiffen.

The next one was worse. A group of three 20-something guys, empty beer bottles visible on the table in front of them. They too paused for a moment, shocked by the sudden appearance on their screen of the pornographic setup. A lamb masked girl, developing a whole-body blush, writhing bound and naked on a bed in front of them. It didn't take them long to break out of their shocked silence.

"Duuuuude!!"

They howled and laughed and pointed. Cassie could see the computer's owner furiously inputting keys, no doubt taking screengrab after screengrab.

"Look at those nips, man!" chuckled one of them, "She is totally getting off on this! Why don't you take off the mask, sugar, let us see a pretty face to go with those pretty tits." Cassie twisted ineffectually, trying desperately to hide herself. This horrible situation was mortifying, her whole body shamelessly displayed in front of these crude men. She could feel her pussy getting wetter, despite her shame and fear.

"What are you doing there all alone with that wet little pussy, honey?" Said another of them, trying to control his laughter, "Why don't you tell us your address? We can come over and help you scratch your itch!"

Another guy punched him in the shoulder, "She could be thousands of miles away dude!"

"I don't give a shit, Mike, for a hot little slut like that, I would hop in the car right now and make it happen."

"Is your boyfriend there with you, princess? Maybe you two could fool around a little for us. Here..." he scribbled a phone number on a piece of paper and held it up to the camera. Despite the fact that it appeared backwards, Cassie saw with horror from the corner of her eye that Melissa was writing it down. "Why don't you give me a call sometime. You can give me a more private show!"

The boys were still clearly have fun, but Cassie saw to her relief that Melissa had reached over and clicked the "Next chat" button.

"I think we got everything we could from those guys," said Melissa apologetically, "I reeeeallly want to get you in front of a guy jerking his cock, and I don't think those guys would have done it with the others in the room. But look!" She said, holding up a notebook with a phone number written on it, "you made a new friend. And you clearly had a lot of fun." She giggled, taking in Cassie unmistakably aroused body, tits flushed and heaving with her deep breathing, hard nipples sticking straight up, betraying her lust. She was wet enough that her inner thighs were becoming slightly shiny, and the thin layer of sweat from before was intensifying, staring to drip into little wet spots of the bedspread.

The symbol swirled for just a moment, and then the next video call appeared on screen. And Melissa got what she wanted. It was a middle aged man, somewhat overweight, rapidly jerking a large clublike dick while staring blankly at the screen.

Cassie felt the weight of his stare as he grunted in pleased surprise, leaning forward and increasing the intensity of his strokes. Cassie had seen penises before. Fairly often recently in fact, watching the videos Rene had sent her. But this was the first time she had ever seen a dick be hard for her. To see a man's animal lust pointed in her direction, see his selfish sexual pleasure over her tits and pussy.

To be this man's focus of lust, to be the objectified jerkoff material for this strange, repulsive mas was humiliating. It was scary. It was so fucking hot. She writhed in her chains again, this time not in any attempt to escape the filthy gaze of the voyeur, but in pure animal lust.

The man was muttering, to her, but mostly for his own benefit.

"Oh yeah, you like this, you slut? You like daddy's cock? You want to suck it don't you? You want to choke on it, taste my cum. Get ready, slut. Get ready to taste daddy's cum."

And then he was cumming. A pathetic sight, as the man spasmed and grunted, his cock twitching as his white slime dripped down his clutching hand, but Cassie let out a stifled moan. It was the first time she had seen a man cum for her body. She couldn't help but think that scenes like this were playing out in bedrooms of her senior classmates every night. They didn't have a live feed, but countless boys (and maybe some girls?) were masturbating to the many pictures of her in that slutty outfit on a daily basis. The thought had saddened her before, and it was still humiliating, but it was more sexually charged than ever. The very idea was turning her on more and more.

The man himself cut the chat, presumably with guilt setting in after his session. More people followed. Many people.

Some clicked away quickly in disgust. Some laughed and taunted, calling her a slut, a little pervert. Many masturbated. Some were masturbating when they came on the screen, but many guys who had been clothed when the chat started unzipped and went to town when they realized the situation. Cassie was an irresistible piece of meat. An obvious target of lust. Premium slutty spank material. She found herself getting hornier and hornier; spiraling to heights she hadn't known possible, the bedspread below her growing wet with sweat and sexual fluids. She had started trying to bunch up the sheets beneath herself, give herself something she could rub up against, some way to get stimulation to her needy pussy. Melissa saw what she was doing, and smoothed the sheets below her.

Melissa hit the pause button. She was writing something in the notebook.

"Kissy dear," she said sweetly, "how would you like it if I undid one of your handcuffs?"

Kissy nodded desperately. "Yes Mistress, please mistress!" She had lost all shame several masturbating cocks ago. Her pussy was soaking wet and on fire. All she wanted right now was relief, to reach the orgasm that she desperately needed.

"Your wish is my command, Kissy," said Melissa, producing a small silver key from her pocket, "As long as you do what I say. I just need one little thing from you, no big deal. I just want you to follow a little script. Read it out loud, and I leave your hot little hand free to do it's nasty business. Refuse, and it is back into cuffs for your kinky little paw. While you read, you rub, got it? And if you stop one, I stop the other." Melissa gazed down at Cassie, eyes hard, and got a meek nod in return.

"Ok great, we'll start when we get the first jerker, stand by." She seemed to be taking longer than usual getting the website to work; she was typing something, but when she moved away from the computer, it was the same old website, loading icon already swirling.

The camera clicked on to see a skinny young man sitting on a chair, completely naked except for a completely ridiculous looking goat mask, a small but desperately hard cock being rubbed already in one hand. Another pervert, thought Cassie, her mind racing, wearing a mask to hide their shame like me.

"Ooooh, that's good luck! We got a jerker first try!" Melissa said in a stage whisper. She crossed around behind the camera, using a silver key to unlock Cassie's right arm with a loud click.

Egged on by the goat masked man's leering glare, Cassie began to go to work on herself immediately, rubbing hard at her clit just like Renee taught her, shocking herself with her sensitivity and wetness.

Cassie heard Melissa clear her throat, tapping a pen on the page of a notebook she had open, containing Cassie's first line...

Cassie feverishly masturbated. She didn't want to read any script that started this way, but she had to cum. Maybe if she was quick enough, she could...

Melissa shook her head disappointedly, taking out her handcuffs again, and getting up from the chair next to the bed.

"My name..." Squeaked Cassie, reluctantly beginning the script, trying hard to keep moans out of her voice, "Is ...... K-Kissy Swallowes, and I am 18 years old."

The Goat masked stranger leaned forward, tight fast strokes getting even more intense as he heard her feminine, trembling vice. Her whimpering little words couldn't help but remind Cassie of her weakness and submissiveness in this moment.

Melissa beamed, flipping the page in order to supply Kissy with her next set of lines.

"As you can see.....Oh god... As you can see," panted Cassie, working her fingers harder and deeper, "I am a shameless little slut, who gets off on letting strange men see her c-c-" She felt a sudden delicious wave of humiliating arousal at degrading herself in front of this stranger, whose eyes were crawling all over her body, "Her C-cunt!" She squeezed her eyes shut, legs shaking, body rigid against her restraints, face bright red. Her mother had taught her that the c-word was something good little girls never ever said. Somehow, that made saying it even more arousing.

She couldn't stop, it felt too good. She would have to keep reading, no matter what Melissa wrote.

"I'm a brainless little bimbo," She continued in a moan, "I pretend to be smart, but when I see a cock, all the blood rushes to my tight little pussy and big, slutty nipples, and I can't think so good anymore." Cassie was so glad she didn't know the goat-masked boy on the screen. Whoever it was would never be able to take her seriously again. Melissa's sadistic smile floated above the notebook she was holding. She had written this. Had Melissa ever taken her seriously?

"I-I'm totally worthless apart from my fuckable p-pornstar body," whimpered Cassie, "That's why... Goddddd, that's why my only choice in life is to become a free use slut and serve as many cocks and pussies as I can.

She was getting close, this self-degradation was getting to her.

"I'm the sluttiest virgin in the world, and I cant wait to finally get fucked. I dream about it every night." Even ramping up to her long-awaited orgasm, the next written line confused Cassie. She paused, but Melissa tapped the paper insistently, and the last thing Cassie wanted at this point was to be locked up again. She hesitantly said: "Please Peter, give me your cum, show me what you think of your slutty little girlfriend letting strangers jerk off to her body. C-cover my body with your jizz!"

It was weird to pretend she was talking to Peter... but the naughty fantasy of Peter seeing her like this pushed Cassie over the edge, making her buck and shake, pulling her bindings tight.

The goat masked man came as well, groaning and puffing, splattering so much thick cum that a fleck even obscured the webcam. Cassie could hear him quietly cursing as he tried to wipe away the mess from his computer, eventually ending the call.

Cassie fell back, peaceful and glowing as Melissa shut down the program and unlocked Cassie's limbs from the bed, gently helping to massage her wrists and ankles, which were red and chafed.

Cassie knew that she should be at very least angry with Melissa, and possibly afraid of her. But after the largest orgasm of her life, she was feeling warm and fuzzy towards everything and everyone. Melissa helped Cassie off the soaking wet sheets, carefully pulled the mask off her face, and held her in a gentle hug. "You are a juicy little girlie, Kissy Swallowes," said Melissa, wrinkling her nose at the filthy bedspread, "But you did a great job owning your sexuality tonight! So empowering!"

"Melissa," said Kissy, snuggling up against her bullies chest, squashing her big, naked breasts against Melissa's soft pajama top, "Maybe you can send me the link to the website after all. I think you and Renee are right, it would be... fun."

"Oooooh, somebody really got hot tonight huh?" Said Melissa with a wicked grin, "Well, you got it Kissy, just make sure you don't wear out your little puss!" she said, reaching a hand to jokingly cup Cassie's satisfied pussy, sending another thrill of lust through Cassie's belly.

"And.... um..... Melissa?" said Kissy meekly, trying to bury her red face into Melissa's breasts to hide it, "Maybe you could write me some more.... scripts, for when I use the site. If- if it's no trouble."

"No trouble at all, Kissy," Whispered Melissa, reaching her hand around to grip Cassie's bare asscheek aggressively, "but believe it or not, Renee is even better at writing scripts than me, so we will write them together to help you out."

Melissa stripped the dirty sheets off the bed and returned with a clean blanket from the closet, spreading it on the bed and getting Cassie to lay down. Cassie soon drifted off, carried on a wave of sexual exhaustion and catharsis. She was blissfully unaware that feet away, Melissa was reviewing the pictures and photos captured tonight, and contacting Rene and Peter so that they could analyze Kissy's progress and discuss what should come next.