CHAPTER 16

She woke up on Friday sore from head to toe. The strenuous sexual activities left her muscles tight and her pussy aching. But the worst had to be her ass. She almost jumped when she tried to sit on the toilet to pee. There weren't any visible bruises, but her ass had never felt so tender to the touch.

School droned on but she found it hard to concentrate. Every time she closed her eyes, she went back to that first orgasm. It was mind altering. The way her whole body convulsed and that extreme wave of pleasure. Each time she thought of it, she got a shiver and her nipples got hard. And they ached too from the rough treatment the night before. She found herself trying to discretely rub them all day.

But mostly she thought about her predicament. She didn't know what to call it. It didn't seem like blackmail or coercion since she had been the one to offer herself instead of him demanding sex. But he scared her so badly with the threat of a felony, that she would have done anything. The more she thought about it, it probably wouldn't have been a felony. Maybe only a misdemeanor. But she panicked and he took advantage of that. So she felt like he had to be guilty of something.

Now he had videos of her acting like a prostitute. Begging to be a prostitute in fact. And so many of her performing sex acts. No matter what now, she could be humiliated if she stepped out of line. Or maybe even arrested for being a whore! And with her birthday behind her, she couldn't claim he had taken advantage of someone underage. She was an 'adult' now. She felt totally screwed. "There has to be some way to get out of this," continued to rattle around in her head.

She stewed with these thoughts all day, and desperately wanted to talk to Jenny about all of this and get her opinion, hoping she might have some suggestions. But she had promised to not talk to anyone. "And if he found out….," lingering in her head. She shook her head knowing she didn't want to find out what the punishment would be if he caught her. And nothing seemed to escape his attention.

By the weekend, she grew more and more determined to try to get some control back in her life. On Sunday, she opened her phone and changed the passcode to 1029. Her sister's birthday. She would at least make sure Mr. Michaels couldn't get back into her phone. She also decided she would try to talk to Jenny after lunch on Monday. They both had a study hall together, so she would be able to pull her to the side and tell her what had happened and see if she had any ideas on what to do.

She sent a text to Jenny, "Can you meet me during study hall tomorrow outside the library? I have something I want to talk to you about. Something private." She got a quick response agreeing. She felt better having taken some steps to fix her situation. Feeling a sense of control let her breath deep for the first time since Thursday night.

When she got up in the morning after a sorely needed restful night sleep, she quickly got ready for school. She grabbed her phone to check for messages and the phone wouldn't unlock. She tried again with the new number, but it still stayed locked. "That's weird," she thought to herself.

She stared at the lock screen trying to figure out what to do. She tried the old number, 0514, and it opened. "What happened? Did the code change not work?" she thought with a furrowed brow. She saw a new text from a number she didn't recognize and read, "Don't try to change your code again." Her eyes sprung wide open. "Oh fuck!" she thought. She had no question who had sent the text. His demand for her code suddenly made sense.

Another text popped up. "Delete every text from me as soon as you have read it." She read it again. For just a second she considered trying to save them as some sort of evidence, but quickly realized the flaw in her reasoning. He obviously had access to her phone and he would be able to check next time they were together. She took a screenshot and deleted the two texts. She would save it off to her computer later.

Her blood went cold when a new text popped up. "QUIT FUCKING AROUND! No screenshots. No changing your code. AND NO TALKING TO JENNY!" He hadn't just looked at her phone while they were together. He somehow set it up so he could watch everything she did!

"Oh fuck of fuck OH FUCK!" exploded in her head. She started hyperventilating and felt sick knowing instantly that she was totally screwed. She dropped the phone and shook. How could she be so stupid?!

She sat on her bed until she calmed down. He'd be pissed and would spank the shit out of her. She had broken the rules and he knew. He'd be furious. She winced at just the thought of being spanked like that again.

Her phone beeped again. Another text. She gingerly reached out and retrieved the phone. "You brought this on, remember that." What did that mean? Nothing else followed. She deleted the text. She finished getting ready and headed down for a quick breakfast before heading out to school. She couldn't concentrate on anything the teachers said during her first couple of classes. She chewed her fingernail trying to figure out what that last text meant. Was she in for something more than just a spanking?

During her math class, she felt her phone vibrate and knew she had a new text. She raised her hand and asked to go to the bathroom. Once in the stall she pulled out her phone. She had a text from Conner Redmann. "What the hell? Conner? What could he want?" Conner was a football player. Very cocky. Definitely an asshole. He had hit on her before, but she always shut him down. He loved to brag about all of the girls he had fucked and fucked over. Everyone knew. She and Jenny had many conversations about what a dick he could be and how obnoxious and pathetic his flirtations were.

His text read, "Holy shit! You are hot as fuck! Absolutely let's get together. Just tell me when!" It didn't make sense and she felt confused. She scrolled up and her face broke out in a cold sweat.

The text string started with a text FROM HER to him, "Hey Conner. This is Sarah. I've been thinking about you. Thinking about you a lot. Do you think we could get together sometime soon?" Following that were two pictures. A close up of her tits. Not her face, just her tits with her nipples fully erect. The second featured her ass. A little from the side with her legs crossed enough that you could just see the edge of her pussy lip between her two perfect round ass cheeks. Again, without her face, it didn't clearly identify the picture as her body. But she knew. She had zero doubt in her mind.