HC/Blackmail Phone
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It occurs to you that you have her phone. Unlocked. And you have her trapped where she can't escape. How difficult would it be, exactly? | It occurs to you that you have her phone. Unlocked. And you have her trapped where she can't escape. How difficult would it be, exactly? | ||
- | You move quickly. Straddling her waist, you quickly grab both her arms and pin them down with your knees. She cries out and struggles but you're too strong for her. Pulling up her top, you reveal the small black bra with pink trim. Rachel's eyes widen in shock. She almost screams but you slap a hand over her mouth. Then, you reach | + | You move quickly. Straddling her waist, you quickly grab both her arms and pin them down with your knees. She cries out and struggles but you're too strong for her. Pulling up her top, you reveal the small black bra with pink trim. Rachel's eyes widen in shock. She almost screams but you slap a hand over her mouth. Then, you reach behind her and unclasp her bra before pulling it lower and exposing her modest breasts. Her nipples are standing erect and hard. You smile. Maybe she's enjoying this more than she's letting on. Then, you pull out her phone and take a few pictures of her, taking care to only show her bare chest. Then you sit back up. |
'Hmm,' you say, looking through her contacts. 'Mom, Dad, Step-mom. Ooh! Geography teacher. Now that would cause quite a stir, wouldn't it?' | 'Hmm,' you say, looking through her contacts. 'Mom, Dad, Step-mom. Ooh! Geography teacher. Now that would cause quite a stir, wouldn't it?' | ||
- | 'Yeah, yeah. You've made your point.' Rachel | + | 'Yeah, yeah. You've made your point.' Rachel says. She tries to pull her arms out from under you but you stay on top of her. 'Give it to me and I'll delete it,' she says. |
'I'm not that stupid. What's your password?' | 'I'm not that stupid. What's your password?' | ||
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She looks at you thunderously, then gives in to the situation. 'Jellybeans,' she says. | She looks at you thunderously, then gives in to the situation. 'Jellybeans,' she says. | ||
- | You log into her email and delete all traces of the video she took. Then you do one more thing. | + | You log into her email and delete all traces of the video she took. Then you do one more thing. You send the photo of her to your phone. |
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+ | 'Are you done already?' Rachel asks. 'Get up. My arms are falling asleep.' | ||
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+ | [[HC/Rachel force|Have some fun with her]] | ||
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+ | [[HC/Rachel blackmail|Let her up but tell her what you did]] | ||
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+ | [[HC/Blackmail|Let her up]] | ||
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[[Category:Haircuts]] | [[Category:Haircuts]] |
Current revision as of 12:51, 4 January 2016
It occurs to you that you have her phone. Unlocked. And you have her trapped where she can't escape. How difficult would it be, exactly?
You move quickly. Straddling her waist, you quickly grab both her arms and pin them down with your knees. She cries out and struggles but you're too strong for her. Pulling up her top, you reveal the small black bra with pink trim. Rachel's eyes widen in shock. She almost screams but you slap a hand over her mouth. Then, you reach behind her and unclasp her bra before pulling it lower and exposing her modest breasts. Her nipples are standing erect and hard. You smile. Maybe she's enjoying this more than she's letting on. Then, you pull out her phone and take a few pictures of her, taking care to only show her bare chest. Then you sit back up.
'Hmm,' you say, looking through her contacts. 'Mom, Dad, Step-mom. Ooh! Geography teacher. Now that would cause quite a stir, wouldn't it?'
'Yeah, yeah. You've made your point.' Rachel says. She tries to pull her arms out from under you but you stay on top of her. 'Give it to me and I'll delete it,' she says.
'I'm not that stupid. What's your password?'
She looks at you thunderously, then gives in to the situation. 'Jellybeans,' she says.
You log into her email and delete all traces of the video she took. Then you do one more thing. You send the photo of her to your phone.
'Are you done already?' Rachel asks. 'Get up. My arms are falling asleep.'