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Rachel is lying naked on a bed, presumably her own, masturbating with a purple vibrator, as a woman moans through what is obviously a fake orgasm. My cock responds instantly as Rachel rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down against her pussy lips before slipping the entire length of it inside her pussy. Holy shit! I can't believe she has this unprotected video on her computer. It looks like she's alone, probably using the MacBook camera to record herself. For herself? For someone else? For uploading?

Three hundred thousand people across the internet stared at the screen as the loading bar finally reached the end. However, what appeared was not a screenshot of chat records. Instead, it was a crystal-clear hidden camera recording, showing the interior of a private room in a lavish nightclub. Matthias held a glass of liquor in his left hand, his right arm wrapped around a heavily made-up middle-aged woman. It was none other than Melissa Lowell, the top donor from his livestream. Matthias buried his face into her neck and kissed her hard. Then he lifted his head and laughed, his face full of contempt.

Just before we walked into the communal lounge I shrugged Chad’s Arm off me “I don’t want the others overthinking things. I just want to keep things between us until I am ready for more. “No problem” He grinned at me “Plain old buddies it is” As soon as I walked in I saw everyone hovering around Steve’s laptop and on the screen was girls who looked like they had been drugged, dressed in just their underwear. “What the hell is that?” I growled “This is the site that they are using to sell the girls. This is the link I found for the dark web” Steve looked up at me and I could see the pain in his eyes. “Have I received my invite to this party yet?”

Once Lila gathered her things and left, I planned to take care of myself before hopping into the shower. She lingered for a moment, offering a shy wave before disappearing through the locker room door. I waited a beat, heart racing, then sprang into action. I pulled out my phone and sat on the long bench in the center of the room, straddling it with the device in front of me. I hurriedly removed the last of my clothes, Lila’s unintended display still scorching my mind. I loaded up one of my favorite lesbian p**n clips, two young women exploring each other.

I let Felix tie me up, spank me, choke me lightly while the red light recorded everything. The private videos became my new obsession. I would watch them during the day while “working,” touching myself in my office chair, cumming quietly so my assistant wouldn’t hear. Then Felix suggested something riskier. “Live stream,” he said one night, after fucking me senseless. “Private platform. Anonymous viewers. They pay to watch you get used.” My pussy clenched at the idea. I said yes. The first live stream was terrifying and exhilarating. Felix set up multiple cameras, one for close-ups of my face, one for wide shots, one focused between my legs. I wore a sheer black bodysuit that left nothing to

I cooed, "Babes, what do I do? I'm so scared." The truth was, I'd already started a live stream the moment Quinn handed me that water. Every word and move from her and Kendrick had been recorded. The room I was in was sickening. The walls were covered in compromising photos of young women who clearly looked unwilling. On top of that, there were all kinds of tools and props scattered around, along with a whole arsenal of twisted toys. By now, over 100 thousand people had crowded into the live stream, and the number was still climbing. Everyone watching was horrified.

"For what?" Layla glanced around before leaning in closer. "Creating and distributing... you know... videos. Of raping unconscious girls and selling them online on the dark web to creeps. Apparently, someone mailed an anonymous memory card straight to the station, and when they checked it..." Her voice dropped even lower. "Fifty videos, guys. Fifty." Mia made a strangled sound. "Fifty? That’s... insane. How could they even—" "Damn, that’s horrible!" Sophie exclaimed.

Finally, she gave a small nod. “Okay,” she whispered. “Just for a minute.” Ava typed quickly and clicked on a popular lesbian video. The moment it started, the whole mood in the living room shifted. Two beautiful women were on a big bed, kissing slowly and deeply. Their hands moved gently over each other’s bodies. Soft moans filled the speakers. It was completely different from the rough straight p**n they had just watched. Neither girl said anything at first. They just watched. Ava felt her heart beating faster. The way the girls touched each other looked so soft and sensual. One woman leaned down and took the other’s nipple into her mouth, sucking gently. The girl on screen arched her back

On the massive wall-mounted television, her private webcam feed flickered to life. A red REC dot pulsed in the corner. Below it, the viewer count climbed fast: 27 … 84 … 312 … 1,047 … Her stomach flipped. “Helios, shut it off,” she rasped, her voice hoarse from the sleep that had wiped off her eyes. He tilted his head, his silver eyes unblinking. “No.” Four tendrils unfurled from his back again, longer this time, sleek and black and hungry. One slithered straight between her legs and latched onto her clit with a soft, wet suction. The node inside it began to vibrate and rotate at the same time. Her hips bucked helplessly; a broken cry tore from her throat.

He would know what to do. But she wasn’t ready to admit weakness. Not yet. Instead, she powered up her secondary laptop and opened a dark net portal Marco had shown her long ago. A crawler. One that burrowed through underground pages—abandoned servers, corrupt forums, and decaying chatrooms. In the search bar, she typed: Velvet looks good soaked in blood. She pressed enter. The screen flashed, then lit up with dozens of broken links, closed portals… and one active video. Title: “Mother May I?”