Zero Day Exploited Priyanka Ch. 05

Pri was so scared over the email that it took a long time for her get horny again. After almost an hour of porn viewing, she humped herself on the corner of her bed for her edge. Next, he had her call her mom, but thankfully allowed her to remove the butt plug first. By the time she got off the phone, it was lunch time. He had her edge when she returned, and she fucked the banana she had brought back from the dining hall.

Studying later, she suddenly she remembered the naughty draft email and pulled it up. A glance at the clock showed 12:41, and she quickly did the math to confirm 42 was divisible by 4. Something deep inside stopped her as her mouse hovered over the "Confirm" button, and she divided in her head again, a burst of frightened adrenalin as she discovered that 42 was not divisible by 4, but 44 was. She had been way to close to making a mistake. She stared at the clock as the seconds ticked down to 44, running the numbers in her head over and over to be sure, finally breathing a sigh of relief as she deleted it.

A little close there.

"Yeah."

See, wasn't that exciting?

"No, I almost screwed up!"

But you caught yourself. You could have just sent it, just think of how excited Sam would be to have received it.

"No, that would be terrible! I would never be able to live that down!"

Okay, get out the rule book, new rule. Play the email gain every day, but roll two dice for your divisor.

"No, come on, this is too risky."

This is too thrilling, I think you meant to say.

"Please don't make me do this."

FINE. You're turning me into such a softie. Okay, I'll make a deal: play for 1 week, then we'll decide. Deal?

Pri frowned at the screen. It's not like she had any leverage, she had to do what he said. Being offered a way out after only a week sounded reasonable. She nodded in reluctant agreement.

Great. Okay, get back to studying, pet. Study break coming up later.

Pri nodded turned back to her homework, her chest tight with anxiety from her new 'game'. With no other option, she forced herself to focus on her studies. Over the course of the afternoon and into the evening, she sat naked in her room and worked on school between edges. She edged herself with one of her heels, then studied. She cleared her desk and rubbed herself on the corner, uncomfortable but effective enough. She rubbed herself with her shampoo bottle, then later the handle of her shower caddy, then later her deodorant. She humped her teddy bear, feeling a pang of regret as a part of her childhood was repurposed in her mind. She held her teddy face down, so at least he wasn't watching her while she used him. She rubbed herself with the edge of a novel. That night, he had her ride her pillow as she read naughty stories and watched porn. The pillow wasn't enough to get her off, but more than enough to keep her in peak arousal. Finally he allowed her to go to sleep.

Sunday started in the usual fashion, a run followed a shower and breakfast. When she returned he had her complete five edges in an hour. She wrote a naughty email to Sam, rolled a 10, and managed to delete it after lunch. After another edge, when she was so horny she was giddy, he threw in another twist.

Why don't you get dressed, I have a task for you. Imagine you are attending a bachelorette party for a friend of yours. You are going to go shopping for lingerie for her. Here is her picture. A picture popped up on the screen, a selfie from a pretty white brunette. She is a size 2, petite, bra size 32 B. Buy the naughtiest set you can find, one that will make her fiancé's eyes pop. Get the appropriate wrappings to present it. Got it?

"Um...yeah, I guess. Is that your girlfriend?"

All in good time, pet. Okay, I'm signing off.

Pri headed to the mall to find an outfit. She knew the mall had both a Victoria's Secret and a Fredrick's, plus the usual department stores. She embraced the sensual femininity on display, items designed to seduce and entice. She wondered who the girl was, and couldn't help but imagine how she would feel, dropping her robe to reveal the lacy teddy with a g-string or the corset. Her mind roiled with sexual imagery, imagining the hunger in his eyes as he saw her. She was tempted to slip into one of the dressing rooms and touch herself a little, but fought the urge. Her eyes kept settling on guys as she walked the mall, gazing at their shoulders, their chests, their asses. A deep part of her mind was flustered at how she was acting, but not enough to stop her. She settled on a cute teddy and panty set, white with red roses and opening in all the right places for easy access.

She returned to her room after dinner, where she displayed the items to him and packed them up with ribbons in a cute gift bag. The rest of the night played out as it had before, hours of teasing as she read and watched porn. Finally, when she was practically drooling with need, he had her sit with her legs spread wide as she watched a blue star slide show. Even in her state she couldn't help but notice the bondage theme of the pictures and she moaned as yes to all of them. Women tied up, tied down, bolted into contraptions. Women in dark rooms, women in bedrooms, women in the forest. Her hand dropped to her pleasure spot as she saw the blue star came on with a picture of a girl with a cock so far down her throat she was crying, her mascara streaking down her face. A picture of a blindfolded girl, naked and spread eagled, surround by several men, and the blue star remained. A picture of a girl handcuffed to the headboard as her lover fucked her, and Pri orgasm peaked. She plunged two fingers into her pussy as she circled her clit with her other hand, riding her crest for all she was worth as she watched picture after picture scroll by. Finally she slumped to the side, completely spent. She caught her breath and looked again at the screen, seeing the blue star still on. Taking advantage of the moment, she fingered herself to several more orgasms before she could take no more. She slept like a log.

She awoke Monday, refreshed from a restful sleep, ready to conquer the day. As she replayed the weekend in her mind, she recalled something about her punishment paper. Thinking about it, she checked her notes and confirmed that she had to formally present her paper to a computer program which would render her blackmailer's punishment. It sounded weird, but she hadn't thought to ask any questions at the time and now didn't have any other option.

That night, Pri checked herself in the mirror one last time. She thought she looked very professional in her white blouse and blue skirt suit. Her black hair was tied neatly fell behind her shoulders. With a nod for confidence, she returned to the laptop and waited.

At the stroke of nine, an application opened, and her face appeared in the small inset on the lower right. Her speakers chirped left and right in a sound check. She moved back until the inset showed her from head to knee, standing in front of her closet door. A moment later the main screen flashed and then an image appeared. Pri gulped. There were avatars of four men in dark suits sitting at a table and looking at her. She stared at them with a weak grin. He had said this was a virtual court, and she didn't think they looked real, but she appreciated the effort he was making to embarrass her. They weren't moving much, and the screen was too far away to get a good look to see if they were real. Besides, she knew that video games had very lifelike characters. She looked at them for a few moments, trying to figure out it she should start.

"I think we're ready. We've all reviewed your paper, you may begin."

Pri flinched but nodded instinctively, her confidence suddenly shaken to the core. Her thighs clamped as her toes came together. The voice sounded human, although she wasn't sure which of the four had spoken. Her mind went blank for a moment.

"I...uh...," she glanced at her notes. "I would like to apologize to the court for my attempt at masturbating without permission."

"And who are we talking to?"

"Oh, sorry sir, I'm Priyanka Dorjee and I would like to apologize to the court for my attempt at masturbating without permission."

"Yes, we have all read the report. Please go through it, that we may be better able to determine your level of contrition and therefore your punishment."

It was the second man from the right that spoke, and his voice did not sound computer generated either. Every inflection was perfect, and there was a hint of a European accent that she couldn't place. Was she actually talking to real men? She recalled seeing a demonstration at the University of a program that took videos of real people and turned them into avatars in real time. Were there really four men in a conference room listening to her apology? She could feel her heart racing, humiliation filling her mind. Her cheeks were burning from shame. This felt so real, like she was really apologizing to four strangers. She had to collect herself for a moment before restarting.

"Yes sir," she said as her voice cracked. "I was...uh...really horny and I decided to try and masturbate in a restroom between classes."

She paused again, looking for an indication that she was only talking to her computer and not four men who would pass judgment on her masturbation habits.

"How did you do it?" the man on the end asked.

"I...sir, I pulled down my panties and used my fingers."

"Was it uncomfortable?"

"Yes, very. I was really horny, like I said, and I just really wanted to come, so I kept at it even though it was uncomfortable. But some girls walked in and I thought they would hear me, so I stopped before I came. Sir." One of the men moved his hand to his chin, and she tried to detect if it was a natural movement. They remained silent, so she continued. "I know I'm not allowed to orgasm without permission, and I shouldn't have done that. I want to be a good girl. So when I got caught, I was told I had to write a paper to propose a punishment. I've never done anything like this, so I had to do research on how to punish naughty girls." She swallowed again. They were just sitting there, judging her as she squirmed. "And so I came up with a few options, and I propose as my punishment that I take five topless selfies in five different restrooms."

The avatars seemed to glance at each other.

"And do you think that will be sufficient to atone for your misdeeds?"

"Yes sir," she practically whispered.

"What was the other option and why did you disregard it?"

"I...I...I just don't think I could function if I was denied my orgasm."

She could see them smirk at her as one of them snickered. Pri's throat tightened even more.

"Are you really that needy?"

"Sir, yes," she squeaked. "I can barely get anything done on the weekend because I'm too horny to think straight."

"What about a spanking?"

"Well, sir, a spanking would be ideal, but there is no one here to give it to me."

Silence filled the room. She felt dizzy from the stress, waiting for a response as they studied her.

"Give us a minute."

A mute symbol appeared on the screen and they appeared to conference. They finally nodded and resumed their positions as the mute symbol vanished. They started taking turns talking. She could hear the differences in their voices, and they all sounded human.

"We've made a decision on your punishment."

"For an infraction like this, the sentence we are imposing is more appropriate that your proposal."

"I'm sure you know what will happen if you do not complete the sentence as prescribed."

Pri nodded and braced herself for her sentence.

"Since you are such a ...needy girl, you are not going to lose your permission to orgasm." She could almost hear the sneer in his voice.

"Instead, your punishment is to give yourself an orgasm."

"Tomorrow, after your Art History class, you have a break. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"You will find a restroom stall and masturbate until you come. You are not allowed to stop."

"You will have your laptop with you and open while you complete your task. We will be watching."

Pri felt faint. She tried to hold herself together as she processed her sentence.

"Do you understand your punishment?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir. Thank you, sir."

The screen closed. Pri stepped to the side and sagged on her bed. Holtzum Hall was one of the busier buildings on campus. Art History ended right in the middle of the morning, when the most students were around. She would most likely have to masturbate while other girls were in the restroom with her. Her head was spinning in despair. And on top of it all, her body was tingling. Her panties were soaked. She finally pulled herself together and went back to her seat. No chat window was opened, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She tired to console herself by focusing on the knowledge that the men weren't real, they were just virtual avatars like her blackmailer had said. But those voices sound so life like, so much better than any computer generated voice she had ever heard. She wondered if there really were men sitting in an unseen office watching her as she confessed to them. And tomorrow the men said they would be watching her as she masturbated. A shiver ran down her body to her clit at the thought.