Chapter 198: Strange Things In The Inbox [R18]
It was around 7PM, around one hour after Hailie's playtime, and she should be in the game room with Gerald right now. While I used the pod in my room. So when I logged off, I could feel the familar air and the empty darkness, because I often never leave the lights on.
I yawned, and random felt too much energy left in my body… So I went out to the hallway, just in time, in fact! Because I saw a maid was walking right by, wearing gloves, spraying bottles and cleaning towels. She must be on some sorts of cleaning duty today.
"Hello," I told her, "Is the refridgerator running?"
"OH! Hello Ms. Smith." She was confused by the question, so she took a moment to look at me, then back and forth at the hallway, "The kitchen? I think so?"
"Oh, someone better go catch it."
I started snickering to myself, almost to the point of choking in my own spit, before shaking myself awake, turning back to the room and closed the door.
I sighed, and opened the computer, giving my chair a few good 360 spins while staring up into the ceiling.
I got a lot of messages on the forum, right now there's 13 pending, because I'm active and someone would send death threats very often, or just a random fan curious about me, or rather people who's interested in me, given how I'm the only one in the top 3 who had an active participation in the community, while DarkHeavens and SeeOh were basically specters.
The top inbox was that of Ann… And I clicked on it.
"What the…" I muttered.
She sent me a video, and from the preview image, I saw that it was at night, there was a single street lamp, so it must be outside… And the subject of the video was a woman walking away from the camera.
She sent one message with the video only: Dream
She isn't sending me gore… Is she?
With that question unanswered, I clicked on the video, and the details got more clear.
It looked like a very mundane woman, she was walking through an empty… park? I saw trees, fences, and some rusty workout equipments. There obviously was another person holding the camera following right behind her.
Long brown hair tied back in a simple braid, she looked like any other woman, especially when she didn't turn around for the camera much for me to recognize her, not that I will… I don't know many brown-haired person.
She was wearing a beige trench coat, a really long one down to her ankles, with black boots.
I moved my mouse so that the UI would show up and I'd reckon I check the video length… And holy shit, it was 6 minutes.
I put the video on 2x speed, and yep, for around 4 minutes straight, they just walked through the park, there were one or two people in the distance, but not in their general area.
And before long, when the video reach its 4 minutes and 13 seconds mark, the woman finally turned around to the camera.
She unbuttoned her trenchcoat as my eyes widened and my neurons activated.
She spread her coat opened, revealing that she was naked underneath.
I locked in as a viewer, hands on the table, eyes wide, fingers interlaced under my nose.
The woman took it off completely, neatly placing her coat on a bench as she began walking around the barely-darkness with nothing but boots and a crystal necklace on.
She walked around in a circle for a minutes, before returning to the bench, where she began posing. She would stretched with both arms in the air, bend over to show the camera her ass, do a split (but not touching the ground), raised one leg in the air and catch it like a ballet, or just sat on the bench with both legs open in the air.
All for show.
A god damn exhibitionist.
After a few more provocative and sexy poses she did in public, with a streetlight around the corner barely hitting her skin, the video ended when she reached for her trench coat, where I could only assume that she put it back on and went home.
Or she got more wild and actually filmed way more, but Ann's only showing me this one.
"Why did you show me this?" I messaged her, "And who's in the video? Did you just pull some random video you found off the internet to troll me?"
This could be someone I know, but no one came to mind right now.
Afterwards, I started cleaning up my inbox… Three of which were just "Hey" and "Hi" that I didn't bother replying to or ask for further elaboration since they didn't want to start with a subject matter. The rest were just random stuff.
But one inbox in particular, intrigued me.
It was of a newly made account, in fact, it was made barely a week ago with a randomly generated nonsense string of letters for a name, quite strange.
No activity further from sending me this inbox.
I curiously opened it.
"...OH…MY…FUCKING…GOD…"
It was a video of me holding a contract, wearing a shock collar, cumming in my pants, with nipples visibly protruding.
It was… A humiliation ritual.
I clicked open the video… It was very, very, very long. One-take with no edits.
'My name is Cory Jay Smith, 23 years old. I fully consent to the contents of this contract between me and party B—Anshur von Rodolfo—as well as any related spontaneous sexual-driven desires of either party during our recreational activities. I hereby state this contract legally binding.'
…
"Now, Cory. Strip."
…
"Put it in your mouth."
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"Close your eyes."
…
"I took out the batteries 5 clicks ago."
It was quite… Something to see through.
And I found myself still getting wet from hearing those clicks… Maybe my training stayed, afterall.
I don't know if this was meant to be blackmail or a gift, because Anshur never said anything else, but I'm sure as hell am never going to open this inbox again.
Unless one day, my lust went over my sanity…
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