Forfeit Pt. 02

Forfeited, Part Two

In her car, on the side of a dark residential street Kimi took out her phone to look at the picture one more time. It'd come from an unrecognised number, but it quickly became obvious who it was really from. Now the contact info read "Dirk". She'd wanted to save him as something else, something worse... but looking at the picture, his name was the most disgusting thing she could think up.

The backlight from her phone softly lit up the interior of her car and Kimi nervously glanced around outside, making sure no one could accidently see what she was looking at. Unlocking the device by facial recognition she flicked through to her pictures and tapped on the one that never should have been, her heart thumping. The image filled the screen, and she felt her breath catch as she looked down at it.

Kimi was looking at herself. Despite the cold, hollow terror she felt in her gut, a traitorous fizz of warm excitement flickered deep down as she looked. She did her best to ignore it, but even so, couldn't tear her eyes away from the picture. Nor could she deny the dirty thrill she felt seeing herself in that state. She battled with the warring sides of her mind, feeling her arousal heat up.

All she should be feeling was hatred and betrayal but looking at the picture... Kimi couldn't deny she thought she looked hot. Stop it. Stop it! She snapped at herself, unable to pull her eyes away as she looked intensely at the image, which showed her on her knees. Worse, she was naked and cupping her breasts; presenting them as a target for the thick strings of cum Dirk had pumped over her face and body. Her mouth was open, and she looked as if she'd been obediently waiting for him, tongue ready.

Kimi shivered with excitement at that thought. She had been obediently waiting... Dirk had ordered her to get on her knees and do what the picture showed, and she'd obeyed. She remembered how badly she'd wanted to reach between her legs and touch herself while he'd left her there, dripping with his cum. She remembered a little part of her had thrilled at being used that way...

Under the heavy glaze across her face, Kimi could see how flushed her skin was. She looked sweaty, dirty, exhausted and... thrilled. Even just looking at the image without context someone could guess she'd been fucked hard, for a long time before this was taken. She almost bit her bottom lip thinking of the way Dirk had pounded her... How he'd made her cum...

No! Kimi thought. Dirk had betrayed her by taking this when her eyes were closed and glazed with cum. He had no right to this picture, and it shouldn't exist at all! With a swipe of her finger the offending picture was gone. Not deleted... despite her anger, for some reason she couldn't quite bring herself to get rid of it... Instead she quickly pulled up the text Dirk had sent her with the image. She double checked the instructions, Thursday night, 8pm. Then she double checked she was definitely at the address he'd given.

Details reconfirmed Kimi sighed heavily. She closed her eyes, breathed deep, and tried to stoke the flames of her anger at Dirk's betrayal to give herself some courage, then opened the car door and stepped into the chill night air before she lost her nerve. She locked her car as she started up the short, straight path to the house. No turning back now... She told herself, trying to hold onto her courage.

The yard was a mess, but house itself didn't seem too badly kept. Looking at it, it was probably two or maybe three bedrooms Kimi reckoned. She could see lights on within, the yellowy light glowing from behind drawn blinds. She stepped up onto the doorstep and looked for a bell-button, but couldn't see one so instead, her heart fluttering with anxiety, rapped her knuckles against the door. Once, twice, three times...

Kimi waited...

And waited...

Her anxiety started to take hold. Maybe this was the wrong place after all? Or... maybe Dirk was just messing around and having a great laugh at her expense. That thought made her angrier and she growled quietly. Maybe she should just give this up and go home? Honestly, the only reason she hadn't ignored the whole thing was the worry of what would Dirk do with the picture.

Dirk using the picture as private masturbation material was enough to make Kimi angry, but what if he planned to do something worse with it...? ­Like post it online. Kimi thought, her mind going straight to the worst case scenario for her personally. She knocked the door again, three more times, heavier this time. If Dirk put that image online... her life was over. She'd be mortified... It'd be even worse if the company found out. She'd be out of the job for sure!

As Kimi started to reach panic levels the door suddenly opened, the light from within spilling out and causing her to blink her eyes. The sound of male voices talking and laughing reached her. This had to be the wrong place, right? She was sure Dirk would be alone for this... but as her eyes got used to the light, her gaze alighted on Dirk's face, seeing his wide grin. Something in his eyes made Kimi's heart thunder and told her to run... but she didn't. She had to get that picture deleted. She had to.

They stood, staring at each other for a few moments until Kimi had enough. She crossed her arms and scowled at Dirk. "I'm here, like you said." She snapped, doing her best to sound defiant despite her fluttering heart. "You going to let me in, or what?"

Dirk chuckled at her display and Kimi couldn't help but think that no matter how angry she got, Dirk would probably never take her seriously. No matter what she said or did now, he already knew every inch of her body, and had thoroughly used it for his pleasure. She could get angry and shout and scream, but Dirk knew what she sounded like on the end of his cock, how she gasped and moaned when she came...

Kimi shoved the self-defeating thoughts aside. He'd done those things to her... but that wasn't all she was. She was more than just holes to be fucked, and right now she was getting increasingly angry. Make him see how pissed you are, Kimi thought, make him respect that so much he forgets how you sounded begging for his cum...

"Well?" Kimi tried to put as much disgust into the word as possible.

Dirk cocked his head. "Sure." He said, seemingly unshaken by Kimi's belligerence. He held the door wide and stepped aside.

Feeling like she was walking into the lion's den Kimi entered the house, finding herself in a short corridor with a few doors off its sides and one at its end. The doors were shut, save for the end one, which was slightly ajar. Kimi could clearly hear the sound of male voices and now, also, the sound of something softer, wetter... rhythmic... Then an unmistakably feminine gasp... Are they fucking in there?

Whatever was going on at the end of the corridor became less important as Dirk let the front door close with a bang, making Kimi jump. She spun back to face him, realising belatedly that he was now between her and the exit. Show him your anger Kimi reminded to herself. She'd put herself here, against all her better judgement. Now she had to get herself out, and get that picture deleted too.

Kimi narrowed her eyes. "I'm here, Dirk. Now, start talking about deleting that picture."

Dirk's smile didn't waver as he leaned against the front door. "I'm not deleting it, Kimi. That ain't why you're here." As he spoke, his smile became a smirk.

Kimi took a step closer to Dirk, her hands balling into fists. "That's the only reason I'm here. Delete. The. Picture." She said, putting venomous emphasis on the final words.

Dirk spread his hands apologetically. "Kimi," he started, his tone placating in a way that fired Kimi's anger more, "I get it. You wanna keep that picture safe. I mean who wouldn't when they've got as much riding on it as you?"

"Don't fuck with me," Kimi snapped. "I'm serious."

"Nah, Kimi. I'm being serious. You're just angry. You gotta calm down and think about what's happening here a bit more clearly."

"Dirk... What the fuck have you-" Kimi started, her voice wavering as she fought not to shout. She glanced at the end of the corridor and lowered her voice, "What the have you done?"

"I'll spell it out for you, Kimi." Dirk said, his own voice suddenly low, charged with threat. "As I see it, I have the power to ruin your life." Dirk stepped forward, looking over Kimi. She opened her mouth to protest angrily but he shut her down. "I haven't done anything with that picture, yet. But I imagine the company wouldn't appreciate it if a pic of their star employee, looking like that, got round the office. Imagine if they found out it was online too..." Dirk smirked at Kimi, who felt her whole body go cold. "Pretty sure they'd fire you. Bringing the company into disrepute and shit."

"You wouldn't." Kimi whispered through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, I would. Believe it." Dirk replied, and looking up at him Kimi realised she did believe it, fully. Dirk let the thought hang for a moment before continuing. "And that's not all is it? Because there's the embarrassment when your friends and family see it. How would mommy and daddy react if they saw what a desperate cum-slut you are?"

Kimi shook her head automatically as Dirk spoke. No, no... No! This was illegal. He couldn't treat her like this and get away with it. "I'll go to the cops, Dirk." She said, her voice starting to waver as she tried to ignore a growing sensation of cold helplessness. "Doing anything with that picture without my consent is illegal. They'd take it down from wherever you put it!"

Dirk laughed. "Sure, you could do that. They'd probably take it down and investigate. But, think about it, Kimi. Once something like this gets around, its online for good, it'll never be gone no matter what the cops do. And everyone will still see it before they can get to it anyway." Kimi felt her heart fall. "And," he continued, "you know how it'd look right? Filthy slut gets outed online, then tries to save her job by blaming a co-worker she recently lost a bet too. Even if it all went your way, you'd still be ruined. You really wanna risk it?"

Kimi's breath caught in her throat as she fought back tears. She didn't want to risk it. She couldn't afford to, especially as everything Dirk had said was true. If she called the cops, the worst Dirk would face is a few years jail time and Kimi's life would still be ruined. The scandal of the investigation alone would probably torpedo her career for good... "Dirk, please... Don't do this..." She whispered.

"Like I said, I'm not deleting it, Kimi" Dirk said flatly, and Kimi felt her world crumbling. "But there is a way we can make sure it's kept safe. Just between us."

Kimi felt her heart leap and she flicked her gaze up to meet Dirk's eyes, seeing a mischievous glint there. Holy fuck... she thought incredulously. That's really what he called me here for? To use the picture to blackmail me? Un-fucking-believable! Kimi felt so stupid! She should have seen it from the start...

Slowly, controlling her voice, Kimi spoke up. "What do you want, Dirk? If it's money... I can get it." Please just be money, Kimi dared hope. She could pull together quite a bit of cash if she had to... It'd use up a lot of her funds depending on how much Dirk wanted, but it would be worth it.

"Fuck that." Dirk smiled triumphantly. "I don't need money. If you wanna keep that picture safe, here's what's gonna happen." He paused then stepped closer still, making Kimi shrink back against the wall. "Right here, right now, you're gonna get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl. On camera."

Stunned into silence for a moment, Kimi felt her mind whirl as she tried to get a grip of what Dirk was so blatantly ordering her to do... He wants me to... He's blackmailing me for a blowjob?! Kimi felt her anger flare back up and with both hands she pushed Dirk away from her. "Like fuck I will!" She snapped loudly, reinvigorated by her disgust. "Why would I ever do that? I came here to get rid of the evidence, not help you make more." She heard a noise that sounded remarkably like someone slapping an ass cheek from the end of the corridor then added, much quieter "Besides, I'm not doing anything where your friends can find us."

Dirk, unphased by Kimi's shove, just waved noncommittally down the corridor. "Don't mind them, they're already being entertained." He said, the tone of his voice making Kimi's skin crawl. She could guess what being entertained meant to Dirk and his buddies.

Dirk stepped closer again and Kimi tried to shimmy away, but he blocked her with his arm, pressing his hand against the wall. He fixed her with a predatory glare that made her knees feel weak and her breath catch. "You're gonna do it, Kimi. For two reasons at least." He held up a finger in front of her face. "One, because if you wanna keep that picture safe, you don't have a choice." He raised another finger. "Two, because you really are a filthy slut, and I just know you can't wait to get another taste of my cum."

Kimi's face burned red. "That's not true!" Though despite her refusal she couldn't help but remember the heat of his thick cum on her face. The warm, salty tang of it on her tongue. She thought about how she looked in the picture and how much better it would be if there was a video...

"Don't lie to me." Dirk snapped. "I've got literal evidence of you being a dumb, cum thirsty bitch." He smirked again. "Fuck, Kimi! Like a total slut you put your body down as a wager on a bet, and then you actually followed through! Even I didn't think you were that stupid." He laughed now, making Kimi shrink down further. "And! Best of all, you actually came while doing it!"

Kimi felt her cheeks burning a deeper red as she thought about the things he'd done to her and how it'd felt... The way he'd made he cum, quivering and gasping as he just kept pounding her. Fuck! No one had used her like that before and she'd found herself wanting more, as much as she wanted to deny it.

Kimi tried to fight against the little voice at the back of her mind, telling her to just get on her knees, thrilled at how exciting it'd be to let go of her inhibitions and just be the dirty slut Dirk said she was. To be totally under his power again, subservient to his lust... No, no, no! She pushed the idea away. I can't do it. I won't! But the little voice reminded her that she didn't have a choice, if she didn't do it, Dirk would release the picture and then... Oh, shit...

Kimi's logical mind was screaming to get out, call the cops, and deal with the consequences of how stupid she'd been but... Seeing the lust filled look in Dirk's eyes and the way he looked down at her... Oh, fuck. What is wrong with me? She thought as he leaned so close that she could feel the heat from his body, smell his breath on her face. Fuck. It fired Kimi up. She hated it but the voice in the back of her head kept telling her to just do it.

As much as she raged against it, the realisation slowly dawned on Kimi that she actually wanted to get down on her knees. At least a part of her did anyway. A part which terrified her but wouldn't be silenced. She kept thinking about how the picture turned her on and in a horrified yet desperately alluring way, she even sort of wanted to see how she'd look on camera...

Doing what Dirk wanted would be a terrible mistake. Logically Kimi knew that, but before she could stop her runaway mind she found she was talking herself into it anyway. Afterall, did she even have a choice? She had to admit part of her wanted to... and she'd been willing to give him a lot of money to keep herself safe. Why not this instead? She'd given plenty of blowjobs before, what was one more? She could do this, Kimi realised, just like she'd followed through with the bet originally. As truly stupid as that had been...

Kimi could suck Dirk's cock but as she weighed her options she realised she absolutely couldn't face the alternative. If it keeps the picture safe, Kimi thought, I can suck Dirk's cock... even on camera. She knew shouldn't, everything about it was so stupid, so clearly a trap but... she would. What choice did she have?

Keeping her eyes fixed on Dirk's chest, unable to look up into his face as she surrendered, Kimi quietly said, "Say I do it? What then? You'll keep the evidence safe, and we'll go our separate ways?"

Kimi heard Dirk's smile rather than saw it as his voice rang out happily, "When I've got this much leverage over a dumb slut with a body like yours?" The words stung Kimi, in a way that quickly went from anger to a hateful yearning. She wasn't a dumb slut... but oh fuck how she wanted to feel like one. Dirk continued, "No chance. I'll keep them safe, alright, but you're going to have to buy that safety from me with quite a lot of favours. Whenever I want them."

Kimi felt her heart fall. So that's it then? I'm selling my body to Dirk... Fuck, I wish it'd just been money he wanted...

Did this change things, Kimi wondered? She knew it absolutely should, but either she agreed, or Dirk would release the picture. She'd be signing herself up to be his personal fuck toy... and there'd be nothing she could do about it with evidence hanging over her. She knew any sane woman would say no but oddly, terrifyingly, the idea of being at Dirk's beck and call, of having to give herself to him just because he told her too... it fired something inside her. Suddenly, the little voice begging her to do it wasn't so little after all. She realised she was starting to warm up, to get wet, and she hated it. She hated Dirk more than anything, but... Oh, god... what am I? Kimi thought as her hate only made her want it more.

"I-" Kimi choked on her own words, knowing there'd be no going back. Just do it. The voice in her mind whispered, stiffening her resolve with its alluring siren call. "I'll do it."

"Yeah you will." Dirk said as if he'd been expecting it all along, making the spot between Kimi's legs ache with need. "Now, take your jacket off, get your tits out and get down on your knees where you belong, so you can prove to us both what a desperate slut you are."

Kimi had never hated a person more than Dirk right now, but no matter what her logical mind told her, she felt herself getting wetter as he demeaned her. Almost before she knew what she was doing she'd peeled off her jacket and laid it down to kneel on. She reached up to pull off the straps of her vest top and pull it down when the sound of a meaty smack, a feminine squeal, and male laughter came from the end of the corridor.

Nervously Kimi looked first that way, then at Dirk. "What about your friends?" She said quietly, afraid to be heard.

Dirk grinned at her. "What, you want to blow them too?"

"No!" Kimi recoiled. Being blackmailed by Dirk was one thing, giving herself to a whole group of men was another entirely. No way. Not ever. "What if they come out here and-"

"And see a slut getting a mouthful of my cock?"

Kimi felt a fiery anger prickle at his suggestion. "Fuck you."

Dirk dropped his tone as if speaking conspiratorially. "Oh, you will. A lot." Kimi felt her body warm another few degrees. "Don't worry about them. They know what's happening out here, and what they've got going on in there is much better."

Kimi felt her eyes go wide. "They know?"

Kimi could tell Dirk's patience was wearing thin. "They know there's a slut out here who's desperate to suck my dick. Now, are you going to keep putting this off, or are you going to get on your knees?"