Zero Day Exploited - Katie the Wolf

Readers, this is a one-off in the Zero Day universe. Katie got 'captured' and blackmailed in the same way as Lindsay and Priyanka. I'm skipping those parts.

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Katie shook her head as she jogged, wondering how her life had come to this. Girl scout, honor society, field hockey team captain, Dean's list, now living under the thumb of an unknown sextortionist over the internet. Some how he had hacked into her laptop and captured videos of her naked, then slowly blackmailed her into performing for him as his own personal camgirl slut. She shook her head at the irony of it all: had she just been firm at the outset, the embarrassment would have been manageable. Now, with all the videos he had of her, there would be no way to live it down, never mind achieving her dream of becoming a teacher.

And so here she was, on her morning jog, hoping to 'earn' the privilege of masturbating on camera for his amusement. He had denied her release for over two weeks, but forced her to edge herself twice a day, leaving her a horny mess. Her body was living in a constant state of arousal and it took all of her mental energies to keep it in line. Worst of all, she had no idea how or what she was supposed to do on her run to earn the orgasm. She hoped that she would figure it out, she desperately needed to come. It had to have something to do with that bizarre story he made her read last night about a wolf, as he had her jogging around in a wolf t-shirt with pointy ears on her head. He had been very explicit in his directions also: Jog to the Bergman statue, arrive between 7:00 and 7:15, and do laps. Maybe he would be there?

Her mind started to wander, thinking the point of this day was obvious. She was about finally meeting him and let him fuck her. Maybe, hopefully, the guy was just a scrawny dweeb that she could beat senseless and get herself out of this mess. She was in no position to resist him otherwise, those videos were too damning. She knew all too well what he would do, as she had defied him once and masturbated without permission. Some how he found out, she had no idea how, and had forced her to post a video to a porn site of her masturbating with her hairbrush. Thankfully, her face was obscured, but anyone who saw her room would recognize the items, even if she had rearranged everything .

It was a beautiful Friday evening and there were plenty of people out and about. She turned into the park, hoping he wouldn't force her to humiliate herself in public. To date, as far as she knew at least, he had kept things just between them. Approaching the statue, she focused, looking around for a hint as to where her blackmailer was. Nothing. She did a lap, then a second, wondering what she was supposed to be looking for. She checked her phone to find no messages and continued to jog.

She was jolted out of her zone when a girl looked at her from across the square and turned white, eyes wide in terror. Katie spun to see what was behind her but saw nothing. She turned back to the girl, who was now running away. She was dressed odd, with bunny ears and a cotton tail stuck to her butt. The scared girl was sprinting and spared a glance over her shoulder at a mystified Katie. A few paces later, Katie connected the dots: She was a wolf. The other girl was a rabbit. She was supposed to chase her.

Katie turned and located the girl, now reaching the edge of the park, and took off after her. Is that my blackmailer? I'm being blackmailed by a girl? she wondered. It makes sense with all the lesbian porn she's forcing me to watch. Katie's blood boiled as she chased down her tormentor. Fucking bitch, I'm going to beat the snot out of her.

Katie was at full sprint as she sized up her prey. She had a good lead, but was clearly no athlete. Katie gained ground quickly. Even through her rage her heart seized as the panicked girl ran right into traffic, causing a car to slam on the brakes. The girl glanced back at her and continued to run, vanishing behind a building as Katie waited for a break in the traffic. Seeing an opening, Katie turned on her jets, finally catching a glimpse of the girl cutting across a parking lot. She mercilessly ran her down, closing the distance to mere yards when the girl turned into an apartment complex, touched the door, and stopped.

"Safe!" she gasped.

Katie slammed into her, grabbing her arm in a vise like grip.

"What the fuck is the idea, you bitch!"

"Please don't hurt me! I did what you said! I'm safe!"

"What I said? You little cunt, I didn't..."

Panting heavily, they stared at each other for a brief moment as they both realized the game. Katie slowly released her arm.

"He's...blackmailing you too?"

"Yeah," Katie nodded. "Almost four months now."

"Me too...eight months. He told me that if...I made it to the door...without getting caught and...eaten I would be...rewarded," she said through desperate breaths. Her eyes flicked over Katie's body.

"He just told me...well, to dress like...this and figure it out."

"I'm so sorry."

"Me too."

The girls embraced gently in sympathy. Katie looked at the curvy brunette before her. She had wondered if there were other girls he was blackmailing but hadn't expected to run into one. Samantha led her up to her apartment and gave her a water bottle as they cooled down, appraising her warily.

"So, he didn't tell you what to do?" Samantha asked.

"No, well, he had me read a story about a wolf hunting a rabbit last night and then told me dress like a wolf and I could earn..."

"An orgasm." Katie nodded in response, blushing, feeling weird talking so intimately with a stranger. "How long?"

"Two weeks. You?"

"Two months."

"Oh my God, that's terrible. But hey, you won, so now you get to..." Something in Samantha's eyes made her pause.

"Not exactly," Samantha swallowed. "I...um...like...I'm not a lesbian."

"Neither am I...oh my God."

Samantha's face fell. "It's okay," she said quietly.

"He...expects me and...uh...you..." The sentence died in Katie's throat as she struggled to wrap her head around this latest twist.

Both their phones chirped at the same time as a text came in. It was from him.

No more talking. Samantha, get in position. Katie, get on the computer.

Samantha frowned in silence and pointed to her laptop, already open on the coffee table. She walked back to her bedroom, leaving Katie alone. She went to the sofa and sat down in front of the laptop.

Hello my sweet.

"This is fucking sick. You know I'm not into girls."

I do.

"And what, you just expect me to jump into bed with that girl?"

Technically, no.

"What does that mean, technically no?"

You don't even need to get undressed.

"Do I have to ..."

No. You just have to fuck her. It is her only chance to come after two months.

Another piece fell into place for Katie. He had been force feeding her lesbian strap-on videos for a week.

"That's fucking sick. What if I don't?"

She's been in denial for two months. She goes without, and you go for two months before you get another chance. Katie's jaw dropped as she processed his comment. She already knew how it felt to be denied for two weeks, two months would be awful! That poor girl. I know you're conflicted. I thought you would be a wonderful candidate for her first time, seeing how fit and kind you are. Maybe this will help

A video popped on the screen, of Samantha naked, legs spread, fingering herself while she talked to the camera. It was a confession on how ridiculously horny she was, how badly she needed to come, and a desperate plea to make her come. Katie covered her mouth in shock. The desperation in poor Samantha's voice was obvious.

"What if I do?" she asked quietly, eyes still on Samantha pleading for relief.

If you do, then both you and she can have unlimited orgasms all weekend. Katie's eyes lit up at the prospect, only to read the condition. As long as you are in the same room.

"Do...do we have to...like..."

No. Just this first time, for the rest you are on your own.

"You're sick."

He didn't reply, only restarted the video. Katie stared into that poor girl's eyes as she begged for her release. Katie had never even kissed a girl, yet this was something that was completely different. She started to rationalize thing in her head. It wouldn't be that bad, would it? She didn't even have to get undressed, just do the deed and then...

Katie frowned in resignation as she made her decision. She couldn't just walk away. Samantha was trapped, just like her, and right now she needed her help. With a deep breath, Katie stood and steeled herself before walking to the back of the apartment. The place was a single, and it wasn't hard to figure out which door to use. She took another breath, closed her eyes to center herself, and then pushed the door open. She swallowed at the sight presented.

Samantha was nude, and had tied herself up on her bed, her running clothes strew across the floor. Her hands were cuffed and clipped above her head, which still had bunny ears on. They were the same cuffs he had sent Katie weeks ago, one she wore nightly. A red ball gag filled her mouth. Her eyes were wide, her breathing rapid, and she was still covered with a sheen of sweat from their chase. Nipple clamps had been attached, connected by a chain that was linked to her gag. A pillow was under her hips. Her legs were folded, ankle to thigh, and tied spread wide leaving her hairless womanhood totally exposed. There was no doubt she was wet, very wet. Laying ominously on the bed below her on the bed was a ribbed, black strap-on. There was no question what Katie was expected to do. Samantha, wide eyed, whimpered softly as Katie slowly approached.

Katie looked around, taking in her surroundings, trying to avoid looking at the pornographic scene in front of her. The cameras, just like in her own dorm room, were there, well positioned to capture the scene. Doubtless he was going to record everything she did to add to his collection. Arranged on the dresser was a collection of bondage paraphernalia, whips and crops and dildos. Another set of cuffs hung on the wall. She looked back over to the helpless girl.

"You sure you want me to do this?"

The girl mumbled something unintelligible even as she nodded her head vigorously. Katie noted the chain that ran through her gag had little slack, so her nodding ended up jiggling her bountiful breasts. Trying not to think about the whole crazy scene, she turned and gingerly picked up the strap-on. The cock was kind of pointy, not really resembling a real dick, and fortunately not terribly big, unlike the ones the porn stars had used. Samantha's rapid breathing filled the otherwise silent room. Her scent also filled the room, and Katie wondered for a moment how much was due to weeks of denial.

Katie stepped into the contraption. It was pretty straight forward, and in no time she was tightening it over her running shorts. She looked down and felt a weird flush of power as she contemplated her cock. She wiggled her hips a bit and couldn't help but suppress a small grin as it danced before her. She turned back to Samantha and looked at her pussy. She was very wet. She then took off her sneakers and socks before climbing on the bed,

"Do you...um...want me to touch you?"

Katie's stomach clenched as she made the offer, not really wanting to do anything. The girl shrugged as best she could give her condition. Katie kneeled on the bed and reached out to stroke the inside of the her thigh. Her skin was unblemished, soft and smooth. Katie had never really considered girls in a sexual light, she had always believed she was straight as an arrow, but being forced to masturbate daily to lesbian porn had put things in a different perspective. Nonetheless, she was reluctant to try anything, but still figured that just plunging her cock in and going to work would be rude. The again, after two months of denial maybe that's what she wanted. She studied the pussy in front of her, the first time she had actually seen another girl's up close and in person. She moved closer, close enough to brush Samantha's cunt with her cock. Samantha was whimpering now, nodding in anticipation as her legs trembled.

"You ready?"

She nodded, the short chain causing her breasts to jiggle again. The TV screen above her bed snapped to life, with Samantha again appearing on the screen talking about how desperate she was to get fucked. Katie blinked in surprise and looked down at at the helpless girl, who could only shrug. Katie looked up again and noticed...were those handles on the wall? She didn't know where to look, at the screen showing Samantha fingering herself or at Samantha as she waited to get fucked.

Katie steeled herself and reached down to guide her cock into Samantha. Having no experience in what she was doing, it took a couple of tries before she got it right. It felt weird, feeling it push slowly past her vaginal muscles as Samantha moaned. Katie pushed it all the way until the hilt was smashed up against her pussy. She then slowly pulled out and pushed back in. It took several strokes before she was able to properly coordinate her body for a good thrust. Due to their relative orientation, Katie was forced to sprawl out, supporting herself on her toes and fists. She struggled with a few positions, trying to avoid actually touching the naked girl, all the while Samantha mewling below her. The handles started to make a lot of sense. She took hold of them and slammed her hips forward. Suddenly the TV flashed and beeped. Katie looked up to see instructions.

Keep the pace on the screen. In and out with each count.

It was a game Katie was familiar with, as he frequently played a similar video when she use a dildo on herself. She slowed her hips to work with the timing, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, all the while videos of Samantha begging to get fucked while playing with herself played in the background. She knew what the video was doing, deliberately keeping the pace varied to keep the recipient on a slow burn. She glanced down at Samantha, eyes rolled up in her head, her tits bouncing tight against the nipple clamps as she got fucked.

Katie knew most women couldn't come from just getting fucked, but she wasn't sure she wanted to do more. Besides, her hand were occupied trying to hold herself up as she slammed into her. Katie watched the poor girl below her for signs of her climax, glancing up at the TV to keep the proper beat. Minutes stretched by as she worked, sweat dripping off of her as rarely used muscles strained. Her toes struggled to find traction on the sheets as she worked.

Samantha was squeaking with each thrust, the sound of fucking filled the air, joined with Samantha's own voice begging to be fucked from the TV. It sounded like sex. It smelled like sex. It looked like sex, but Katie was getting practically no stimulation. While the strap-on delivered some sensations to her own center, with her running shorts, Lycra tights and panties in the way, it was never going to be enough.

Samantha started to quiver in what Katie thought was surely the onset of an orgasm, only for the pace to slow way down. Despite herself she couldn't help but appreciate the eroticism of the view. The power she held over the helpless girl, now bucking in her bonds as much as she could, trying to finally reach her elusive release. Katie kept a close eye on the TV, waiting for the beat to speed up as her body tired. Finally the beat accelerated, accompanied by a porn video of woman getting fucked hard.

Katie threw everything she had in to fucking her, rewarded only moments later with a long moan that precipitated what was obviously a massive orgasm for Samantha. Katie rode her hard through her crest, watching as the bound girl tossed her head in ecstasy, her breasts bouncing so wildly one of them finally pulled free of the nipple clamp. She pounded her relentlessly, using all of her endurance to give Samantha as much pleasure as she could. Finally, her arms gave out and she collapsed on top of the shuddering girl.

Katie lay on top of her, unable to help inhaling her scent, feeling the soft skin of her face contrasting with the roughness of the ball gag strap. Too exhausted to move, she held her tenderly as Samantha continued to shake and grind against her. Their sweat intermingled wherever they touched, wet skin against wet skin.

Finally Katie caught her breath and pushed herself up and out of Samantha with a slurp. She slumped back to the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she recovered. She had done her job, but now it was her turn. She glanced over to see Samantha's exhausted hands unclipping her cuffs before falling limply to the bed. Katie undid the belt and wiggled out of strap-on, her hand immediately plunging under her shorts to find her clit. She kept a watch on Samantha through the corner of her eye, oddly embarrassed at the thought of getting caught masturbating in the room of a stranger she had just fucked, but Samantha seemed too spent to sit up.

"Oh my God, thank you," Samantha said as she finally got the gag out of her mouth. "So fucking good."

She released her leg binding and accidentally kicked Katie lightly in the head. She released the other leg more carefully, but it ended up draped over the hand Katie was using on herself. She moved it to rest on her thigh.

"You want help?" Samantha asked, fanning herself with her hand.

"No."

"Want me to leave?"

"Can't." Samantha raised her head questioningly. "He says I can only come if I am in the same room as you."

Samantha's head flopped down again and she fell silent. Katie continued to finger herself, but the scene just wasn't working. She needed some breast play to get ready, but her sports bra and tee were still on. She slipped a hand up to her chest and tried to focus. Samantha's breathing slowed and it sounded like she fell asleep, but one leg was still laying across Katie's thigh. The lighting was wrong. She was sprawled awkwardly on the bed. Samantha was there. For once her mind was ordering her body to respond and her body was refusing, a complete reversal.

Katie glanced over, getting another eyeful of Samantha's shaved pussy, lewdly on display between her widely spread thighs. She looked to the other side, seeing a messy study desk. She looked to the ceiling. The memory of what she had just done hung in her mind. Somehow, it felt so wrong, like waking up next to your one night stand after drinking way too much. Finally she gave up. Just an hour ago she had been so horny she would have sworn she would come in mere minutes, but now it just wasn't working. Samantha rolled over and sat up.

"I gotta go...to the toilet."

Katie nodded and watched her leave, taking the strap-on with her. She looked back at the ceiling, wondering what was wrong with her. Her clothes, thoroughly sweated, were now cold and clammy. The bed was wet. The front of her shorts were wet. Her muscles ached from too much exertion. She just wasn't feeling horny at all. She was sitting on the bed when Samantha returned, now without the bunny ears, dressed in a pink robe.

"You okay?" Samantha asked. Katie shrugged. "Listen, I realize you weren't into that, but I really, really appreciate it. I would never trust a guy like that, but he has so much dirt on me now...he's pretty twisted." She gave Katie a hug. "I'm glad it was you."

Katie flinched a smile. "Thanks. I think I'm going to get going."

"You sure? We could get a pizza or something?"

"No, I'll just go."

Samantha walked Katie to the door and hugged her again. "Well I...hope you get your reward. Thanks again."

Katie nodded and headed out.