Possession - Ch 2 (NC, Blackmail, Forced Exhibitionism and Humiliation)


The next week, on Monday morning, after her husband had left for work and her
daughter Traci for school, Cathy Harris was flipping through the TV channels
while tying to relax with a cup of coffee, but she was getting frustrated from
the news coverage of the latest President misbehaviors on CNN instead, when the
telephone rang.

She left the couch and picked up the kitchen phone which was the closest for
her and she answered, "Hello?"

"Mrs. Cathy Harris?" responded an unfamiliar male voice.

Just as she was going to answer, the front doorbell rang.

"Excuse me", Cathy interrupted the caller. "I must go answer the door, please
hang on and I will be right back!"

Cathy put down the phone receiver and made her way across the living room to
the hall. She opened the front door, but surprisingly nobody was there. She
checked around and she found a package protruding from her mailbox, maybe it
was a book delivered to the wrong address as it had often been the case since
they changed mailman a few months ago. Mrs. Harris grabbed the package and she
saw that her name was in fact on the adhesive label, so she brought it inside
and took it back to the kitchen with her, where she deposited in on the counter
as she picked up the phone.

"Sorry about the delay", she said. "Who is this?"

"Oh…" the unknown male caller began, "you don't know me, but I have something
very important to tell you".

Cathy didn't like the way the conversation was heading, so she cut him off,
"Listen, Mister!  If you don't tell me who you are and what you want, I'm going
to hang up right now! "

"That wouldn't be a very wise thing to do, Mrs. Harris!"

"How come?  If you don't stop this silly joke you're playing on me immediately,
I'll have the police, Mister…?

"You can all me Mr. Anonymous, Mrs Harris!" said the man, almost laughing at
her. "And, if I was you...I wouldn't call the police either or you will wish
you never had called them! "

"W…wh…what do you mean?"

"Well, let me just say this…if you do anything to try to find who we are, you
could end up in a very messy situation."

Cathy Harris thought that all of this was completely ridiculous. She must have
been taken for somebody else or maybe it was just a joke being played on her.

"Look!  I don't care what you say, Mister! " snapped Cathy. "I've never done
anything wrong and you can't have anything against me, so I'm just going to
hang up and call the police. The telephone company should be able to track down
where you're hiding, goodbye!"

Before she could cut the conversation, the man advised her, "Before you do
anything foolish, why don't you first take a look in the package! "

Suddenly, Cathy's gesture was cut in mid air and she brought the receiver back
to her ear. "Which package?" She asked, suddenly very puzzled how this caller
knew she had just received a package.

But, nobody was on the other end of the line anymore and she just heard the
dial tone. Hanging up the telephone, Cathy turned around and saw the strange
package sitting on the counter where she had put it and suddenly it seemed to
be staring back at her almost as if it were an explosive.

Curiously, she went and picked up the package and turned it around, but she
could not find any return address.  Not knowing what else to do, she carefully
opened the package and then she became even more puzzled when she found that
the package only contained an unmarked VHS Video Cassette.

Not being able to come up with a better idea, she took the tape to the living
room where she put the tape in the VCR.  The screen turned solid blue, which
she had seen on the beginning of a few home videos and then suddenly the blue
screen disappeared and it was replaced by scene of her having sex with a group
of strange men wearing ski masks right in her own living room.

Cathy was so shocked and horrified by the scene on her TV that she felt very
cold, almost numb and her only response was to quickly cover her mouth with her
hands as she gasped and cried out in shock.

*****

The tape didn't last long, only about 10 minutes or so, but Cathy continued to
stare blankly in tears and on her knees at the blue screen when it reappeared.
A minute or so later, she practically ripped the tape out of the VCR and
frantically began to try and destroy the tape, and within a matter of minutes
she had all the tape out of the cassette and tore up.

Suddenly, the telephone rang again and Cathy nearly jumped out of her skin. She
was afraid to answer it and she kept hoping it would stop ringing, which it did
stop after it rang about 10 times or so and then there was an eerie silence.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long as the telephone began to ring again a few
minutes later.

"What do you want?" Cathy cried as she answered the kitchen phone.

First, she heard a loud laugh, then the more familiar male voice said, "I guess
that means you have seen the tape, Mrs. Harris!"

"What do you want?" Cathy repeated, wondering where that would lead.

"First, shut the fuck up!" snapped the unknown male caller.

Cathy decided to remain silent, but she also sensed that she might break into
tears once more real soon.  Not hearing anything, the man continued, "Now, Mrs.
Harris…I'm sure you understand the implications if you don't cooperate. I want
your complete attention now, Mrs. Harris! Are you listening?"

"Yes", answered Cathy, almost in tears.

"Very well, Mrs. Harris, or...should I call you Cathy?"

"Whatever you want…" she responded.

"Excellent, Cathy…that's a very good answer!  Now, I want you to go to your PC
and check your E-mail, where you will find your instructions for today".

"My instructions?" Cathy asked with a nervous tremble in her voice

"Yes…and, I suggest that you read them very carefully...that is, if you don't
want a full version copy of the video tape to end up in your husband's hands or
the hands of any of your friends."

Suddenly, the phone went dead as the unknown man hung up on her before she
could protest.  Feeling almost sick to her stomach with nervousness, she went
to the den and turned on the family computer.  A few minutes later she logged
onto her AOL account screen name, where she was greeted by the voice message
that she seldom heard, "You have mail!"

Clicking on the mailbox icon, she found one untitled email message waiting for
her and she nervously double clicked on the message to read it and this is what
she read.

"Mrs. Cathy Harris,

We're glad that you have made the wise choice and decided to comply, but I
think it's very important to go over what will happen if you do not follow our
instructions completely as specified.

First, if you ever fail to follow the instructions we give you we will send a
full version copy of the video tape of which you have already seen a small
sample to your husband, all of your friends and your neighbors.  Oh hell,
depending on our mood…we may even post segments of the tape on the Internet
too.  If we do, we are sure you would agree your life would be completely
ruined.

Now, we are sure you are probably wondering what will we ask of you, right?
Well, don't worry…we don't want any money from you, because frankly we already
have plenty of the green stuff and you just don't have much. Instead of money,
we will ask you to do some things and you will be expected to do them exactly
as you are asked, or else…and, I don't think there's any need for me to go into
that again.

You're probably wondering what kind of kind of things are we going to ask you
to do, right?  We don't want to ruin the surprise for you, but we will say that
according to what we know about you, you will have a very difficult time
obeying our request from time to time.

Since, there's really no better way to explain what will be asked of you than
to give you an example, then we may as well get started and have some fun right
now!  So, you are to leave your house immediately and go to the corner of Main
Street and Canal, where you will call the number listed below from the public
telephone and you are to do exactly as you are told by the person who answers
the phone. 

1-800-462-7588 

We are not sure what time it is right now, because we sent this email prior to
calling you, but you have until 10:30 to call us as requested.  If we do not
hear from you by this time we will assume that you have decided not to obey and
we will start distributing the video cassette tapes."

Cathy looked at the clock and to her horror saw that she had less than a half
an hour to get to the specified location and make the telephone call.  Very
briefly she considered just calling from her home telephone, but then she
figured that she had better not risk it since her blackmailers had obviously
gone to a lot of trouble to plan things out and they might know she was not
calling from the telephone booth, so she quickly wrote down the telephone
number

She started to close the email message, but then she was touched by an idea
that maybe she could find something out about her blackmailers by hitting the
reply button on the email.  Unfortunately, it just led to a dead end when the
return email address came up as going to anonymous.

Having no other choice, Cathy quickly shut off the computer and rushed out of
the house and jumped into her mini van and drove to the down town area where
she lived.  It hadn't occurred to her yet, but the intersection was one that
she went to every week, because it was where her bank was located.

*****

Fortunately, traffic was pretty light and there weren't many pedestrians out
due to the light spring rain they were having that day, so she made pretty good
time getting to her destination.  Unfortunately, she had a little difficult
finding a parking spot and had to park about a block away and she had to
practically run to the telephone booth when she discovered that she had only a
few minutes remaining until 10:30. 

Cathy was out of breath by the time she finally reached the telephone booth and
she quickly deposited a coin in the telephone and dialed the number she had
written down.

She had too many other things on her mind to notice it, but the number she had
been given actually spelled out, "1-800-IM-A-SLUT". The phone rang twice, then
a female voice answered, " Yes, who is this?"

"This is Cathy Harris ", she responded out of breath.

"Oh! Yes, Mrs. Harris...I'm glad that you made it on time, we were just getting
ready to send the tapes!"

The female voice giggled a little, then she add, "I'm glad to see you have
decided to follow our instructions?"

Cathy had no idea how the unknown woman on the other end knew whether she was
calling from the phone booth or not, but she nervously waited for the woman to
say something else.

"Now, first...I want you to unbutton your blouse completely!"

"You want me to do what?" cried Cathy in a state of shock as she was caught off
guard by the woman's sudden demand.

"You heard me, bitch! " answered the girl, suddenly a lot more stern. "You will
do exactly as I say or we're sending the tapes!"

"No, please...don't do that!" Cathy begged and slowly began unbuttoning her
blouse. "I'm doing it, please don't send the tapes!"

Trying to remain covered by the small telephone box, Cathy Harris did what she
was ordered to do. She took glances on the sides to make sure that nobody was
nearby and that nobody was looking at her.

"OK…I'm done", Cathy offered to the woman on the other end of the phone.

"Very good, Mrs. Harris!  But now, I want you to turn around and face towards
the street!"

"Oh God, Please… please!" begged Cathy in tears.

"Oh, OK Mrs. Harris…if that how you want it, then we will just go ahead and
send the tapes out now!  I'm sure your husband will find them rather amusing,
so good luck and good bye!" the young woman on the other end quickly responded.

 
"NO…WAIT…I'LL DO IT!"  Cathy quickly cried out loud to catch the young woman
before she hung up the phone, and then she nervously turned around and faced
towards the street with her blouse open all the way and her lace bra showing to
whoever happened to look in her direction.


Cathy closed her eyes and waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the
young woman to say something.

"Great! Mrs. Harris," she finally heard the young woman say on the phone. "You
may go back home now and we will contact you again real soon!"

Suddenly, the line went dead and Cathy quickly re-buttoned her blouse and
rushed back to her mini van, where she broke down sobbing.  About 10 minutes
later she regained her composure enough to drive back home, where she spent the
rest of the day contemplating her situation while she waited for her husband
and daughter to return home from work and school