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I was brutally tired after the party and went straight back to sleep. Dylan was following me the entire evening wanting to get me to to sleep with him. But I am no whore so I just provoked him the whole time asking him what he likes about me. He said he likes my dirty blond hair, my athletic figure and when he was more drunk, he said that I have unusually large and well formed tits for an 18 year old. That was when I quietly disappeared and went home to sleep.

I all the time sleep naked in the summer and tonight was no different. What I totally forgot about was the crew of windows cleaners who were supposed to be working on our building since the next morning.

When I opened my eyes I saw 2 guys standing behind my bedroom window in the 15th floor on a cleaning platform, looking at me and salivating! One of them was holding a smartphone presumably taking pictures!

I screamed stupidly and covered myself up with a blanket. They were both dressed in blue workers clothes. One was short with pronounced beer belly in his 40s and the other slightly younger, tall and thin but hideously strong looking.

They exchanged a glance and the fat one turned the phone screen to the window. He was going through the pics they have taken of me. The window is right above the head of my bed so they had a great view on my body and everything was visible. My tits, my bare ass and even my vagina!

Then he pressed the distribute button and to my horror navigated to Faceboook and stopped just before posting all my photos onto his user account.

I paniked, jumped up on the bed, blanked sliding to the floor. Naked I pressed myself against my window, my tits creating two round sweat marks on the glass. I looked at them desperately.

Our windows are soundproof when closed but from the fat mans mouth movevements I could recognize one word only: “Beg”

And so I slid down to my knees and clasped my hands together as in a prayer and kept repeating “please, please, please” silently.

My eyes turned red and tears started sliding down my cheeks, over my breasts and down into my trembling vagina.

The two men looked at each other and the tall one pulled up his own phone and started writing something. After a while he showed it to me. It said:

“You’ve been a bad girl! Exposing yourself like that to complete strangers. Don’t try to play innocent with us, we know you did it on purpose because you are a slut!”

We will take these photos and post them for the whole town to see. We know what apartment number this is, we will discover your surname from your mailbox, we see the clothes in your room with the name of your highschool and we will send these pictures to your schoolmates, to their parents, to your parents, to your teachers and make them available online for anyone to see!”

When I finished reading, my entire body was trembling with fear, my skin was covered with goosbumps. Cold sweat was running down my spine and between my stiffened buttcheeks.

Deep down, I knew, of course, that he was right. And that I don’t deserve anything less than this humiliation.

The man took his phone back and continued writing. After a while he showed his screen again. It said:

“There is only one way you could avoid what you deserve. And that is by proving to us that you can be a good girl.”

A little hope was sparkled in my heart.

“It is not gonna be easy, or pleasant. In fact, it will probably be the hardest and most painful thing you will ever do. But if you succeed, we will delete and forget everything and you will be able to return to your ordinary life.

Do you think you could do it?”

I started nodding vigorously, an willing smile on my sweaty face.

The tall man wrote some more on his phone and I read:

“What’s your name bitch?”

I winced as I read the last word. Without thinking, I said my name, then realised they can’t hear me and so I went to get a pen and a piece of paper and wrote:

“Samantha”

The fat man took a picture of that.

“Now your phone number.”

I made a face showing I don’t find out why they would want my phone number.

This made the guy obviously angry. He took the phone to write another message:

“I didn’t fucking tell you you could question my instructions slut! Do you want me to publish that shit right now?!”

I gasped and shook my head fast. I quickly wrote my phone number and showed it to them. The fat man took a picture of it too. This seemed to calm the tall man down. He showed me my further instructions:

“Go to the kithen and find the thickest cucumber you can, peel it and bring it back here. Don’t even think about putting any clothes on!”

I wondered I knew where this was going and it gave me a bit of courage. I have experimented with inserting numerous items into my vagina throughout my teenage years and was not afraid to try again.

I quickly padded into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There were three cucumbers, one small one, one average sized one and one rather bigger. I wondered for a second about taking the smaller one but then something told me that they would know if I cheated and I reached for the biggest one. I peeled and quickly brought it back and presented it to the two men behind the window awaiting further instructions.

The tall man inspected the cucumber and it seemed he found it sufficient. He showed me his phone again:

“Good. Now turn around and kneel on your bed with your asshole towards us. Take that cucumber and fucking RAM IT into your asshole. Then proceed to move it in and out until you hear me knock on the window.”

My face went visibly white. I didn’t expect to ever have my asshole fucked. And now I have to do it with a large cucumber?

The tall man saw my hesitation and just pointed at the other phone where my pictures were still ready to be publicly shared.

I shuddered. Took a deep breath and slowly turned around on my bed. I got into the position and started touching the wet tip of the cucumber to my buttcheeks and slowly but inevitably going down towards my trembling butthole. I pressed the tip against the openning. It gave way and slowly began to open. It felt cold and not yet so bad. Then I remembered the exact wording of my instructions. “RAM IT INTO YOUR ASSHOLE”.

I did not want to spoil my only chance so I closed my eyes firmly shut, squeezed the bed sheets in one fist and the cucumber in the other one and PUSHED.

A good 10 cm of the vegy went in and I screamed in pain and started panting and squealing. I proceeded moving it in and out and in and out, counting. My breath came faster and in time, the friction on the sides of my anal openning got smoother, my body relaxed and my vagina started dripping juices onto the bedsheets as my face was dripping sweat for some time already.

Finally, after I counted over a hundred insertions, I heard a faint knock on the window.

I collapsed, exhausted on the bed. The cucumber flopped out of my asshole and thuded onto the floor. My anal juices ran freely onto my bed sheets.

I looked up at the window amd to my absolute horror the fat man had his camera pointed at me as he was filming the whole thing! But not only that, the tall man had his dick in his hand and a thin white line of his cum was sliding down the outside of my window!

He then took his phone again and showed me another message, one word only:

“Impressive!”

A wave of relieve passed over me. The nightmare was over.

Then he wrote some more:

“But not impressive enough.”

My heart sank!

“We are satisfied for now, but you will have a homework to do.

You will come up with your own idea how to prove to us that you can be a good girl.

You have three days. Then we will contact you and you better have something really good if you want to save your ass. That cucumber video would be especially embarrassing to distribute with the world. Don’t you think?”

I only nodded dummly and watched them slide from the view towards the roof.

I just sat there, naked on the floor for some time. Then I got up, dressed, cleaned the bed, the cucumber, and the cum from the window, all in a dream like state.

Right after I finished with the window I realised, too late that I could have filmed myself liking his cum from that window. That might have satisfied them, damn it! Why am I so stupid sometimes?!

So now, I am writing my story here in hope that some of you, dear readers can give me some great ideas how to proof that I can be a good girl.

Thank you!

NSFW: yes

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