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The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]

The brief thought that had flashed through Karl's mind in regards to Blair Huntington had also led to another. That, as much as he'd love to spend the entire day ravaging the bitch until she could take no more, nor walk unaided after the brutal fucking, he had other responsibilities that he needed to attend to, and provisions to make for that night. If time allowed, once he'd completed those tasks, he could return to the Heiress before Sophie Scott and Adam Levine arrived, and use her one more time. Possibly, it would be even better on the second occasion, after she'd been left alone to wallow in her own despair, and contemplate the first. However it went, Karl wasn't finished quite yet.

The moans and whimpers that escaped Lexi's mouth when he shoved his meat to the hilt in her tight, dripping cunt only served to urge him on. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt of exertion, and his chest slapped against her back. Harder and faster he pounded her slit as he lifted her in the air, then slammed the Socialite down on the bed, as if she weighed no more than a rag-doll, and kneed the tender flesh of her thighs to keep her legs spread. The Security Chief's weight was much greater than hers, but the thought of propping himself up on his elbows, or easing himself down, hadn't even been considered, and his entire two hundred pounds slammed into her smaller, lithe form as he impaled the Socialite with his cock.

Now that he'd decided to release her to Richard, and keep her out of sight of her Father, Karl no longer cared about not leaving marks on her body, and his teeth dug into the back of her neck. He nipped, bit, and scraped her flesh with his molars, as balls slapped against her, and the sounds of her cries mingled with the wet ones of her dripping slit being pummeled with ever increasing speed and urgency. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, and drops slid down the skin of his torso under the shirt.

The fabric scraped against the woman beneath him, and his digits pinched and twisted a nipple, whilst his palm worked her clit. The touch followed the woman as she writhed, and pushed up against his hulking frame, and he allowed her to lift and gain space, so that each time she did, he could pull back, then hammer her sopping hole once again, The action drove her into into the mattress with enough force so that the wood frame of the bed creaked as if it were about to break, and the springs trampolined Lexi back up, to once more have her cervix speared.

Taunts and insults were replaced by animalistic grunts, groans, and pants. And that was appropriate, for how it was Karl was fucking her. Like an animal. It wasn't to pleasure himself, though his eyes closed, and teeth bit down on his lower lip in an attempt to delay his own climax for as long as he could, as a heat caused not just by the sensation of her tight walls clamped around him, and her juices dripping down his engorged shaft, but also by the knowledge of who it was he was screwing, began to spread through his stomach. Karl was close, but Lexi was closer, he could feel it, and nothing needed to be said. The reaction of her body, the noises she made, and the manner in which her hips worked up against his, said it all. The bitch was going to cum. And she did.

He continued to thrust all the way through her orgasm, and even when she fell limp. However, as her juices flowed around his shaft, and the scream died from her lips, Karl eventually slowed. Finally, his momentum stopped altogether, and with his breathing heavy, he slid out, and slapped the back of her head, as a parent would a disobedient child. "Fucking slut." He slapped her lightly again, then moved to straddle her hips, grabbed a fistful of hair, jerked her head off the sheets, and twisted it around to stare at her face, "Now, you're going to make me cum, whore'"

Karl spat the words out, and laughed as he shoved Lexi's cheek down on the mussed sheets, then, as he'd done earlier, shifted, and slid his erection, now slick from her pussy, between her buttocks, and began to lube the entrance to her ass with the head. "And I guess if you can't do it with your cunt, I'll have to use this. Something to remember me by. Don't worry, you'll like it." His tone mocked, and why not, the Heiress couldn't deny the two climaxes he'd already elicited from her. Even if the woman despised him for it.
 
Alexandra had woken that morning with trepidation radiating through her at the knowledge that she was being forced to accompany her father to Los Angeles for an unknown purpose, but that feeling of general unease was actually one of ignorant bliss when compared to her current position. She could think of nothing so terrible she had done in her life to deserve such a fate, to be fucked so roughly without remorse by a man that hated her and that she had come to hate. Prior to being whipped by his belt and violated by Karl’s cock the heiress had been indifferent at best towards the man, yet now whenever he crossed her mind in the future she would be transported back to her current state.

How she had tried to resist at first; tried to be noble and appeal to the man’s morality. Lexi had tried to reason with him, offer him money in exchange for the safety of herself and Richard. When those tactics had failed she had eventually relented and offered her body willingly for that exchange, but she had not realized the extent of Karl’s depravity at the time of her acquiesce. She was unprepared for the brutal and unrelenting way he fucked her, his cock slamming into her so hard each time that her body and the entire bed shook. The duality of the pleasure he forced from her clit and the pain from his bites and the lashes to her ass nearly caused her to faint as a second orgasm was forced from her body.

As she lay nearly comatose beneath him Lexi could feel his own body tensing, his cock seeming to swell within her. The heiress resigned herself to also being forced to endure the humiliation of him cumming within her, although she wouldn’t have been surprised if Karl had wished to paint her with his seed. Thankfully Lexi was dutiful about her birth control so there was no chance of her taking something further from their encounter aside from the bad memories, but undoubtedly the head of security would get a thrill from ultimately marking the boss’ daughter. When his thrust slowed, and then stopped, she began to tense in confusion and turned her head questioningly to the side. The blow to the back of her head wasn’t very hard, but it sent her facedown into the sheets again with a muffled yelp.

The socialite thought he was finished abusing her, but as he jerked her head around to stare into the dark pits of his eyes she could see that he was far from done. Her own blue eyes were glazed with exhaustion, her entire body ached and she was tired of fighting with him. But as she felt the engorged head of his cock begin to slide against the tight ring of muscles that guarded her ass she felt a brief burst of fear shake her. “K-karl, please. Don’t.” Her voice was raspy with tears, shed and unshed, and she began to buck her lithe body beneath his heavier muscled form. “I’ll do anything but that.” Lexi pleaded with him, hoping that he would heed her this time. She’d overheard some of her girlfriends discussing anal sex at times, and all they ever whined about was how it had hurt. Lexi knew she’d been hurt enough already.
 
The Head of Security had not known that morning what path the day would take. Ever since his discovery of the Heiress's liaison with Richard Treloar, his mind had been filled with fantasies of what would occur, but that's all they'd been. Whether he'd dare carry through, in the knowledge of the possible repercussions, even Karl through all his bluff and bluster, wasn't certain. To not just fuck the Socialite, but to humiliate and cause her physical and emotional pain in her Father's very house was an act of revenge and defiance unlike any other. That wasn't due to any moral reluctance, or lack of desire on Karl's behalf, but because she was Blair's flesh-and-blood; the ornament he constantly displayed as proof as his virility and genetics, to other men, and the woman he intended to marry off to James Astor in an effort to increase his own power and influence. Lexi was of value to Blair Huntington, not as a daughter, but as a possession, and the man protected his valuables with as much fervour as he did his reputation.

However, from the moment they'd been left alone at the airport, it had come naturally. Lexi's defiance had only served to urge him on, and each glimpse of pain, or emotional reaction, he'd brought forth increased his desire to wrest more from her. The forcing of the woman to her knees, and the order for her to crawl across the floor, the shedding of her clothes, the strikes with the belt, and the taking of his cock into her mouth. One act piled on top of another, and each was more degrading than the one prior. And through them all, through the sobs, cries, denials and struggles, she'd enjoyed it. Loved every fucking minute of it.

Or at least that's what Karl had taunted her with. First he'd elicited an orgasm with his fingers, then a second with his cock as he'd used her cunt more roughly than he believed any man ever had before, or probably would in the future. She'd never forget Karl Williams, and as he smacked her head, and pressed the engorged tip of his glistening and throbbing meat against her puckered asshole, he was about to provide the Heiress another unforgettable memory.

She shouldn't have asked him not to, for it only made Karl laugh, and for his hands to grip hold of her elbows, and jerk her body upright in an attempt to lessen her struggles. He slowly began to spread her open with his tip and, in a voice husky with arousal, and tinged with humour, whispered next to her ear, "I love it when they beg." Then, with his shaft slick with Lexi's own juices, he pressed his hips forward and forced the first inch of his cock past the resistant ring of muscle. Karl was so close already, and aware that he'd not be able to last long. That was probably the only relief Lexi had to look forward to; the final act of degradation was but a minute away.

The man wasn't completely stupid, and it wasn't for her sake or pleasure, but to ensure he caused no permanent physical damage, that at first he proceeded somewhat gently, and allowed her muscles to become accustomed to the invasion. although he remained completely uncaring of her mental anguish, or pain that his actions caused. Karl unrelentingly pushed further and deeper into the Heiress' tight asshole, until eventually he'd buried his entire shaft inside her. Then, simultaneously as he groaned in pleasure and began to pump, the hand which had teased Lexi's clit dropped between her legs, and two fingers sank, second-knuckle deep, into her soaked pussy.

With two of her holes filled, the lewd noises of Lexi's dripping slit being fingered mingled with those of Karl's exertions and his cock thrusting in and out of her ass. He grasped her tresses in his free hand, and the Head of Security pulled Lexi's head off the bed each time he drilled her from behind, which drove her hips down, and impaled her cunt on his digits. "You like that, bitch? Going to cum for me again? Slut." Karl's laboured breathing floated off her neck as he panted the words between grunts and moans, and hammered the woman's ass and slit with increased force and urgency.

The Head of Security's release fast approached at the sensation of Lexi's muscles clamped around his engorged meat, however he intended to leave it to the last minute before he pulled out and painted her with his seed. An image to keep him amused as he went about the remainder of his day's work. "Dirty fucking whore."
 
No one had a choice in which family and circumstances they were born into, Alexandra chief among them. She had not asked to be the sole heir of the Huntington family, the single child who would be forced to carry out their pristine legacy. Of course on the outside they may have been a model family, with wealth and power in spades, but behind closed doors they were rotten. Richard had tried to delve into her fathers’ secrets, and they both thought he had succeeded until Karl stepped into the picture. As a child in school she had experienced resentment and jealousy from a few of her peers firsthand, but the heiress had never even dreamed that someone that knew so little about her could hate her so much.

It was this disbelief that led to her periodic tries to appeal to the head of security’s humane side; to try and convince him that she had suffered enough through her obvious struggles and her pleas. It hadn’t been enough to make her crawl across the floor, to suck his cock, to force her to orgasm against her will? Clearly the answer was no as his laughter echoed in her ears and she felt the head of his cock sink into her virgin ass. Lexi’s upper body had been struggling against his grip as he pulled her upright, but at the painful sensation of her tight muscles being forced apart she gasped audibly and went ridged. After everything Karl had subjected her to she shouldn’t have been surprised that this would be his final act of revenge against her, yet as he worked his cock deeper into her bruised ass she began to hope that this was the last she would ever have to endure.

There were minor things the heiress could have been thankful for if she had been so inclined, such as the fact that Karl seemed to be taking his time working his cock into her to allow her muscles to adjust minutely to the invasion. It was also a shameful revelation that his passage was made easier because his shaft was still slick from the juices that he had drawn willingly from her whorish body. Lexi bit her lip to dampen the cries and whimpers that threatened to erupt as he relentlessly began to thrust himself into her tight ass, the discomfort that accompanied his movements diverted suddenly as he also began to finger her soaking cunt once more.

It was actually somewhat amazing to Alexandra how much abuse her body could take, and yet still enjoy with just the right touches. The dual sensation of his cock and his fingers fucking both of her holes at the same time was foreign to her, but as her body began to learn his rhythm she found that her hips began to press back against him urge him quickly towards his orgasm. It was evident from his increasing urgency that he was finally nearing completion, and she was determined to not give him the satisfaction of forcing another orgasm from her. It was her turn to make him cum, and as she felt him withdraw from her ass and cum across her back in hot spurts the socialite felt a sick sense of accomplishment.
 
Finished with the Heiress's body, the Head of Security recovered his breath and peered down at Lexi. The Socialite may not have climaxed a third time, but he'd gathered from the manner in which her body had writhed and bucked that she'd be unable to deny to herself any sensation of pleasure, and her response had so aroused Karl that he'd swiftly withdrawn from her ass, and moved to his feet to coat her in his seed.

Wads of it pooled in the arch of her back, and more dribbled down the crack of her butt, and mingled with the juices elicited from her orgasms when it reached her pussy. With her arms still shackled, clothes ripped, freshly fucked holes exposed to the world, hair a mess, buttocks welted and scratched, and cum adorning her skin and dripping off her ass and slit, she was quite the sight. In her current state, Alexandra Huntington appeared anything but the rich, entitled and pampered Princess she was. A common gutter-slut.

Not only would the woman have memories to carry with her for the remainder of her life, but so would Karl. On each occasion Blair Huntington treated him with contempt, and as a subservient pawn, Karl would know that he possessed a secret his employer would never become aware of. That he'd dared to use the great man's daughter, and prized possession, as his personal fuck toy. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me?" Karl taunted as he released the belt and freed Lexi's arms, then wiped his cock clean on the snowy white sheets, buckled his trousers, and smoothed the creases from his shirt. A moment later, Lexi's phone landed on the mattress.

"Here, call Treloar and confess you just screwed another man. I'll return after I've ensured the meeting with your Father is delayed, to unbar the windows and allow your escape. Free advice, Lexi. By the time your absence is discovered, you'd better be buried deep underground in another country, with an assumed identity, because Blair Huntington will call upon every resource at his disposal to try and track you down, with me as the lead pack dog. I'll relish the chase, and I guarantee, if I find you, I'll first force Treloar to watch his lover be fucked, then empty a clip in his head, and what happened here will have no relevance when I drag you back to face your Father's wrath. Look me in the eye, bitch, and tell me you understand."

The order was accompanied by a harsh slap to Lexi's already bruised ass. Karl wanted to view the effects of all he'd done in her expression, and for the last image the Socialite had of him before she was left alone to wallow in the aftermath of her humiliation to be the self-satisfaction pasted across his features.
 
Lexi had assumed that she would be relieved when Karl finally finished abusing her body, but instead as she felt him mark her back and buttocks with his seed a sense of numbness began to overwhelm her. She was so tired of fighting and being humiliated that she should have been pleased when she heard him straightening out his clothing in preparation for his departure, yet she was so mentally and emotionally drained that she felt nothing at all. There was no sense of relief when he freed her wrists and allowed her to slump down onto the sweat and cum stained sheets, his taunts doing nothing to get a rise from her.

The heiress felt blank inside, like she didn’t know who she was anymore or what the future looked like for her. She stirred briefly to glance at the phone that landed at her side, but she made no move to reach out and grab it. The majority of Karl’s parting words did not register with her, although his warning that she flee far enough away to never see his face again did resonate with her. If she never saw the head of security again it would be too soon, and Lexi had no intentions of ever coming into contact with anyone from her previous life again save for Richard. They had to build a new life together now, because her old one had been ripped to shreds. After being abused so thoroughly by Karl it would be impossible for her to repair her cracked social mask and return to living a normal life, play-acting as if nothing had ever happened. It would be impossible for her to look her father in the eyes, knowing that the way he treated his staff was one catalyst for Karl’s attack. It would be impossible for her to blithely marry James Astor, as the key to her gilded cage would simply be passed along to a new master.

“I understand.” Her voice was barely audible as she replied, the sound husky and faded from the tears and cries that had been drawn from her throat. Before today Alexandra had thought the future was bright and easily attainable if she and Richard worked as a team to achieve it, but as she lay alone with the sound of Karl’s receding footsteps in her ears she knew it wasn’t so simple any longer. Her body ached all over, and she truly felt like the whore that the head of security thought she was. The heiress would not have been out of place in a porn scene or a shady motel, both of her freshly fucked holes on display and cum covering her like icing.

She could see a light blinking on her phone indicating a message, undoubtedly from Richard, and it took Lexi a few minutes to work up the courage and mental energy to finally pick up her phone and contact him. It would have been impossible for her to speak to him without breaking now, so she settled for a succinct text message. Hurry, please. I’m at the house. I love you. It was short and to the point, and knowing that her lover was on the way finally granted her enough motivation to drag her aching body from the bed and into the shower to cleanse herself of the horrors of that day.
 
Whilst his lover was being degraded and fucked by Karl Williams, Richard sat in an Airport Club Lounge, and once again perused the Head of Security's plans for Sophie Scott, which had been detailed in the correspondence between Karl and Adam Levine, and the schematics of the Mansion he'd obtained from the internet, attempting to find any obvious chinks in his strategy that hadn't already been considered.

He found none, and the Hacker remained confident that as long as they displayed caution, his plan would succeed and, in mere hours, he and Lexi would be reunited, and in possession of enough evidence of Blair Huntington's debauched tastes to ensure the ruination of the man's reputation if he didn't concede to Richard's demand that he and Lexi be allowed to live out the remainder of their lives in peace.

When the phone buzzed, Richard jumped, then stared at the message for an eternity, contemplating what was behind the plea to hurry. Was Lexi in trouble, or just becoming impatient now that they were so close? Eventually he concluded that there was no point beating himself up with questions - they'd all be answered by the end of the night - or distracting himself with concerns that he could do nothing to ease, and replied succinctly.

I'll come when it's dark. A few more hours, and we'll be together. I love you.

When it was dark. Blair's entire entourage would be entertaining an eighteen year-old college girl, and there'd be no security patrolling the grounds or interior of the residence.

Why would they, no-one was expecting visitors. As far Richard was aware, although Karl had discovered he and Lexi's liaison, the man had no idea of his intent to rescue her, or that he'd travelled to Los Angeles, and none of Blair's staff were going to pass up the opportunity to fuck some teen pussy in order to stand guard.

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Later that evening:

"Excited?" Adam Levine asked Sophie as the man who'd ushered them into the second floor area - a combined dressing room/lounge furnished with plush leather chairs, marble vanities, wall mirrors, and shower and wardrobe facilities, and which featured a floor-to-ceiling window on one side that overlooked an intimate twenty-seat theatre and stage below - departed.

The journey from Sophie's College had gone smoothly, and the drive had been pleasant. Adam had taken it slow, stopping for lunch at an expensive five-start restaurant, with lobster and caviar on the menu, and driven the scenic coastal route in the open-topped Mercedes, so that the co-ed could admire the scenery, and hopefully be reminded of the advantages money could bring.

He hadn't fucked her again, but instead, attempted to keep her on edge. A hand on the thigh, kisses and compliments, light touches and caresses, the grinding of his erection against her tight ass as they'd entered the restaurant, where he'd slipped his hand under her dress beneath the table, and whispered dirty words in her ear. Adam had left the girl in no doubt as to what he intended to do with her once that night's job was completed, and ensured the other diners gained the impression that she was his girlfriend. A young woman whom Adam was happy and proud to be seen with.

The'd arrived at the Huntington residence as dusk had fallen, and not been greeted by Karl Williams, but by another security member who escorted them upstairs. Apparently, Karl was busy, finishing an extensive discussion with Blair Huntington, where he'd advised Lexi wasn't feeling well, and had requested their meeting be delayed to morning, subsequent to which, he'd entered her room to unbar the windows, and issued some parting advice.

Adam planted a soft kiss on Sophie's lips as the door shut, and removed two bright-yellow pills from a pocket. He still had hadn't advised her what the intentions were for that evening as he popped one E tablet into his mouth, and motioned for her to take the other. "Here, this will assist with any nerves, and heighten the experience. Just as you did in my studio, and with Kyle, be yourself, but at the same time, remember that girl isn't the real Sophie Scott. She's an actress whose performances are going to make you rich and famous beyond your wildest dreams. Embrace it, enjoy it, and let you fantasies roam free, then tomorrow, I'll book that vacation." The pornographer smiled at the eighteen year-old co-ed he was setting up to be gang-banged by a group of men she had never met, and would never know the names of, then kissed her a second time, and slipped a palm between her legs. "Hawaii. Just the two of us."
 
The day had already been one to remember for Sophie, and they were just now arriving at their destination. The college girl had been thrilled to spend so much time with Adam, her infatuation with the older businessman continuing to grow in leaps and bounds the more time she spent in his presence. No one had ever treated her as well as he did; taking her out to fancy restaurants and driving around in a flashy car. She was barely eighteen, and although this level of luxury was not something she was used Sophie was loving it. The attention from curious bystanders and the intimate attention that Adam was paying to her was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough.

After the hard fucking she had received that morning it wouldn’t have been surprising if the co-ed had shied away from further intimacy, but Sophie couldn’t seem to get enough of his attention. Adam expertly kept her riled up for the duration of their drive with his casual touches and kisses, and he had gotten her so worked up over lunch that she would have happily fucked him on the table in front of the uppity restaurant patrons if she’d had the opportunity. Instead she had to scold him for being so naughty and settle for biting her lip and keep her legs crossed so that she wouldn’t cum onto the expensive leather seats as they finished their meal.

As they continued their journey and neared the Huntington manor a brief flutter of nervousness began to settle in Sophie’s stomach, but she ignored the feeling of unease and allowed herself to look around in awe as they were escorted into the enormously lavish home. Her eyes were wide with amazement as they were escorted to the lounge on the second floor that was large enough to have its own balcony, and she eagerly deepened their kiss as the door shut behind them. “This place is incredible. I can’t believe how rich your clients are!” Sophie pressed herself against him intimately and rested her chin on his shoulder. Curiously she watched as he withdrew two pills from his pocket, and with blind trust she took the proffered tablet and swallowed it.

“Thank you, I am a bit nervous…” Sophia let her words trail off, and allowed his reassurances to wash over her. Adam seemed to know exactly what to erase her doubts and make her compliant, without giving anything away. If the college girl had known exactly what her role was that evening she would have been back in the car in an instant, and would have demanded that he take her home. Instead her manager masterfully distracted her from what was to come with his lips and his hands, and she melted into his embrace. “Mmm, that sounds like heaven. I’ve never been to Hawaii.” Sophie spoke between kisses, her voice growing increasingly breathless as his hand dipped below the short hem of her skirt to her naked slit. “Tonight won’t take long, right?” She had no idea what was about to happen to her.
 
Adam slipped the yellow tablet under his tongue, intending to spit it out the first moment he could when Sophie wouldn't notice. He definitely didn't want to be without the full use of all of his faculties, however was ecstatic that she'd taken the pill without question, and he hoped the euphoric effects would strike within minutes, and further lower her inhibitions. That was, if the girl wasn't already excited enough to take an additional cock or three without complaint, which wouldn't have surprised Adam in the least. He'd discovered that it was almost too easy to maintain Sophie's arousal, and keep her under his influence, and the reminder of the trip to Hawaii was intended to only further confirm any misguided beliefs the girl possessed that he valued her as more than simply a meal-ticket. And why not, a week spent ravaging Sophie in the beautiful surrounds of one of the Islands wouldn't exactly be a deprivation for Levine. "You'll adore it."

His lips remained pressed against hers, and he ran skilled fingers along the outlines of her slit, teasing, but no more, when her tight body melted into his. "We'll be out of here in no time." Adam responded to her question with a final peck on the lips, then pulled back to focus his gaze on her gorgeous features. Within the hour, each of the unsuspecting Co-ed's holes would be stuffed with a strange man's dick, and that secret knowledge brought a gleam of amusement to his expression as he peered at her face. "Don't be nervous, you're a natural, and do you want to know the great part, Soph?"

Adam arched a brow, and allowed a digit to slip between her wet folds for the briefest of moments, then broke their embrace. "It's a private show, and the film will never be viewed outside this mansion, and nor are we required to split the proceeds." The pornographer spoke over his shoulder as he stepped across the room to the canvas bag he'd brought in with him, and shot her a wide grin after he'd he unzipped it and turned back to face her. "Twenty thousand dollars to share equally. Ever imagined you'd earn that in one night?"

It wasn't quite the truth, the fee Adam had negotiated for the provision of Sophie Scott's services was far greater, and as he asked, the older man withdrew a uniform; one specifically requested by Blair Huntington; from the bag, and displayed the white button-up blouse, two sizes too small for even Sophie's slim frame, checked red-and-black tartan skirt, white knee-length socks, same coloured cotton panties, and red tie, to his new star. "Too rich for his own good, and apparently with a penchant for schoolgirl's." Adam's tone remained light and teasing as he returned to the co-ed, each swift change of conversational direction designed so as to not allow her the time to stop and question the one that came before it. "Here, try it on."

"Sophie Scott, I presume?"

Just as Adam had pressed the garments into the co-ed's hands, his attention was distracted by a voice previously heard only over the phone. Karl Williams hadn't bothered to knock, and the large stranger nodded a friendly greeting to Levine, then focused his attention on the College student, and unabashedly appraised every inch of her shapely, teenage form. "Even nicer in person. Almost ready for your show?"

Downstairs, a floodlight shot to life, illuminating the stage area in a soft white glow, and casting the figure of a lone man who sat dead centre of the theatre into shadow. An audience of one, to the performance that was soon to occur.
 
Like every child Sophia had been warned not to take candy, or drugs in this case, from strangers, but she implicitly trusted Adam and did not question his little gift. She was so besotted that she probably would have taken the pill without hesitation even if he hadn’t mimicked her actions, and she didn’t notice that he did not swallow it. Instead she was too busy pressing her young body against his, trying to nonverbally entice him into a quickie before she had to start her performance. Adam’s teasing touches weren’t helping her resolve, or her ability to pay attention to his words. The thought of spending some quality time with him in the paradise that was Hawaii was making her wetter than she had anticipated it would, and she didn’t bother to staunch her moan of approval when his digits teasingly ghosted along her slit and then dipped inside of her.

“Oh, I’m not nervous.” Her voice lowered to a seductive purr as their gazes met, her eyes bright with lust and yearning for more of his touch. Sophie pressed her hips and chest more firmly against his, hoping that the arousal his fingers found and her erect nipples were enough of an enticement to break him out of business mode for a few minutes. Alas, it seemed her charms were not enough this time and she visibly pouted when he untangled himself from her embrace to go rummage through the bag he’d brought with them. The brief flash of unhappiness that had filled her at his departure quickly gave way to disbelief at the sum of money he casually mentioned this performance was worth, her rosy lips parting in shock. For a moment she couldn’t speak, an incredulous look upon her face. “A-are you serious?!”

The college girl pressed her hands to her lips, her eyes still wide with shock. “I can’t believe it! Who would pay such an amount…?” The last part was a musing to herself, though Adam answered it casually as he presented the costume she was required to wear. Sophie’s dark brows lifted in surprise as she accepted the scraps of fabric from him and inspected them, a man’s voice interrupting them before she could give her opinion of the outfit. She turned to regard the man who had joined them in the dressing room, and his intimidating form caused her to unconsciously take step back closer to Adam. “Yes, I’m Sophie.” She clutched the schoolgirl outfit to her chest, as if that would protect her from the man’s obvious leering at her body.

“Uhh, thanks, I think?” Something about this man screamed dangerous to the co-ed, but she tried to adopt a casual expression to not betray her unease. “I just need to change….so I’ll go do that now.” She glanced sidelong at Adam as she retreated to the back of the room where a screen had been set up for privacy. Unknowingly the lamp behind the screen created a shadow of her silhouette as she undressed, the long lines and curves of her body revealed to Adam and Karl. Sophie stepped first into the cotton panties and socks, before slipping on the skirt and wrestling her breasts into the too-small blouse. Her lips were turned down into a comical grimace as she stepped out from the screen to reveal herself.

“What an outfit, huh?” She had only been able to button a handful of the buttons on her blouse, resulting in her breasts nearly spilling from the fabric. The plaid skirt fit her hips, but was short enough and slit on the side to reveal her panties as she approached the duo. “I suppose I’m ready now?” As she spoke she slipped on the mary jane heels that completed her transformation.
 
Sophie didn't react to Adam’s revelation that she'd be filmed, most likely too occupied with imaginings of their Hawaiian vacation and her arousal for it to fully register. That she craved to be fucked, Adam was left in doubt from the way her lithe body pressed against his, and the moan emitted when he dipped a finger inside her. It was a pity he couldn't spare the time to ravage her before her performance, however the money she’d earn him that night compensated for the lost opportunity to wet his dick, and Sophie would have her fill of cock shortly. Or more precisely, the teenager would shortly, and literally, be filled with cock.

“I’m serious. Cash, so no taxes, and you’ll have it tonight, payment after we’re done. Our client doesn’t want his name revealed, however, I can tell you that he's an extremely rich and influential man who asked for you, specifically.” Adam bit back a laugh at her shocked reaction as he attempted to encourage Sophie to believe the special request meant that she was already on the way to achieving the promised adoration and worldwide fame. Twenty thousand dollars was a drop in the ocean to Blair Huntington, and he hadn’t blinked twice at forking out five times that amount in order to be able to watch his loyal security staff gang-bang a gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl.

Levine finished speaking when Karl entered, and the pornographer's attention moved to their visitor, then shifted back to Sophie to appraise her reaction. The second man eyed her body in the predatory manner a wolf would a sheep, then issued a smile that bared his teeth. “Can’t wait to see more of you.” The implications were obvious, as was the way he checked out her ass when she drifted off to the corner to change.

“She ready?”

“As she’ll ever be. Horny slut’s already dripping.”

“She aware of what we have planned?”

“No idea." Levine's face lit up in an expression of amusement, mingled with contempt for her naïvety, that quickly faded when the college girl reappeared, and both men silenced.

“Holy shit.” The Head of Security ran a lecherous gaze over Sophie, slowly appraising the perky tits that almost spilled from the too-tight blouse, plaid skirt and white socks, her legs, and finally the heels that completed the uniform. The outfit was no different from those exhibited in every other innocent school-girl porn film ever shot, with one exception. In this case, the girl who wore it wasn’t a washed-up and drug-addicted, thirty-year old whore who, no matter how great of a performance she provided, would never be accepted by viewers as anything other than what she was, but the real deal.

“You look amazing, Soph.” Adam approached as Karl stepped to the side of the room. A moment later came a grinding noise, and the rattle of chains. "I need to check the camera equipment, so I'll see you downstairs." He followed the statement with a lingering kiss and slipped his hand under her skirt to tease her cunt through the cotton panties, only withdrawing his touch after the Head of Security reached their side.

“Come on, honey.” Karl grinned at Levine, then patted Sophie's ass as Adam moved away, and motioned to the platform that had been raised from the stage. On it sat a three-sided mock up of a typical teenager's bedroom, with rock-star posters adoring the brightly coloured walls, and a writing desk, book-case and mirrored dresser centred around a single bed with pink, frilly sheets. The only incongruous feature was a bevy of sex toys – dildos and vibrators of varying shapes and sizes - laid out on the mattress. Ringed hooks placed in each corner of the room, with coiled chains adjacent to each, remained unseen, hidden beneath scattered text-books and items of clothing. “Jump on.”

"Remember Sophie, just have fun. You'll do great." Adam shot her an encouraging smile and nod from the doorway, then blew the teenager a final kiss before he left her to follow Karl's instructions.
 
The teenager missed the brief conversation that occurred between the two men, too occupied with wrestling her nubile curves into the obviously undersized schoolgirl uniform that was evidently the theme of the shoot. Her own thoughts were distracted as well by the promise of such a large payout for what she thought would be an easy job; never dreaming that Adam would purposely uninform her and drug her to ensure easier acquiescence to the depraved acts that would soon occur. Sophie did not notice the abrupt silence that fell between them as she emerged from the screen, the pill he had slipped her already beginning to do its job and buoy her enthusiasm.

Adam’s praise made the co-ed glow with pride, a blush naturally rising in her cheeks and only enhancing the innocent character image that she was attempting to play. The length of the skirt and the obvious cleavage she was displaying made it obvious that she was the “naughty” variety of schoolgirl, but her youthful expression went far to prove the point that she actually was young enough to still be in school as opposed to the older ladies who populated the scene. Noises from the nearby set captured Adam’s attention, and her enthusiasm dipped slightly as he announced his departure. “You’re sure you have to go?” Sophie was really getting into character when a slight whine colored her words, although his parting touches beneath her skirt pacified her momentarily.

A pout rose to her lips as she watched Adam walk away, the expression quickly morphing into a more uneasy expression as Karl took his place. Something about the man made her uncomfortable, and it required some effort on her part to keep her expression neutral when he casually touched her ass. Her eyes followed his motion to the platform that was revealed, a replica of a frilly teen girl’s bedroom. The attention to detail astounded her, from the posters on the wall to the scattered piles of clothing. Something was quite out of place, however, and her eyes widened at the assortment of sex toys that also had a place in the room.

“T-this is just for one scene?” Her voice was incredulous, but with the encouragement of both men she hesitantly stepped into the faux room. For a moment she glanced around, unsure where to position herself. Eventually she spied a fairly empty spot on the small bed, and took a seat gingerly. The lighting was centered brightly on the stage, ensuring that she could not see beyond the platform. “Is this..okay?” The co-ed called out blindly, not sure what they wanted her to do next.
 
Adam maintained his smile the entire way down the steps, with Sophie's image, the epitome of the youthful school-girl all adult men fantasised over, and male students craved to fuck, imprinted on the back of his eyeballs, and her query ringing in his ears. "All this for one scene." He could have responded in the negative, as she'd shortly be filled with enough cock to make the use of toys redundant, but decided he'd allow her to discover that for herself. At least, though her tone held a hint of concern, the college student didn't scurry from the room after his departure screaming in refusal or fear.

"That's perfect, honey." Karl's piercing gaze landed on the teenager when she sat on the bed, and the platform lowered to the floor, arriving simultaneously as Adam set-up his camera in front. Not that the additional lens was required, as Huntington's concealed high-definition recording equipment, which covered the theatre from every conceivable angle, was of the highest quality, and fed the images directly to a computer in the control-room, where they'd be stored digitally as part of his extensive private collection.

However, Adam wanted to be close to Sophie for reassurance, and gather his own shots for the website, and although Blair had control over the pornographer's edit, Levine had negotiated the right to do so as long as the final cut didn't identify Karl or Huntington, who was seated centre row of the theatre. A silhouette, barely noticeable through the haze of bright, white light that highlighted the mock bedroom. "Have fun, as you did with Kurt. You enjoyed that, didn't you Soph?"

Adam referred to the first random stranger he'd manipulated the teen in to screwing on film, and although she'd initially protested, her soaked cunt, and subsequent moans of pleasure when she climaxed, evidenced how much her body had liked it. Hopefully the drugs he'd supplied would negate even that initial hesitancy with Karl. Or the lure of ten-thousand dollars cash. "And as you were in my studio, be natural, be yourself." A cock-craving slut, he didn't add.

How easy it would be for the girl to act naturally with a hulking stranger adjacent on stage, Adam wasn't certain. Karl's eyes had lit up, and he bared his teeth in an evil smile when he selected a clear glass dildo from the bevy of toys, and moved to her side. The cool glass touched the skin of Sophie's leg, and the Head of Security casually trailed it up the College girls bare flesh as he addressed her. "You're going to masturbate, baby." The man spoke with complete certainty, and slid the toy under the hem of the plaid skirt to trace the outline of her slit with the tip.

"Show off that gorgeous body, Soph. Other girls would murder for a figure like yours, it's what's going to make you a star." Adam interjected in a tone of encouragement. "As if you were alone in your bedroom, imagining how many times you're going to come when I ravish you later."

"Then I'm going to fuck me some teen cunt." Karl continued after Adam's words dissipated, and the harshness in the man's voice contrasted against the almost gentle manner in which he teased the teenager's pussy and brushed the cotton of her panties back and forth across her clit before he released the dildo, and stepped away to watch the show.

Along with Adam, Blair Huntington, and a multitude of invisible men who surrounded the stage.
 
The naturally bubbly and vivacious teen had no idea what she had signed up for the first time she walked into Adam’s studio, but slowly she was beginning to find out and understand that the path to stardom wasn’t easy. She’d answered his seemingly innocent ad for a model thinking that she’d take a few snapshots and that would be the beginning of her career – except it had been so much more than that. Sure she’d had her picture taken, and then she’d been willingly fucked over the side of a sofa. That had been the true start of her new “career”, one she’d been cheerfully manipulated into with the promise of easy money and fame.

And most of it had been true; after all, how hard had it been to be fucked into ecstatic bliss by two handsome men with the promise of a fat check at the end of it? Sophie had been hesitant at first then as she was now, but Adam skillfully knew how to keep her distracted and the promised payout for this job helped quite a bit as well. The security chief made the young co-ed deeply uncomfortable with the way his overly muscled body dwarfed hers and his lewd grin, but the pill she’d ingested even helped to dull her natural cautiousness and leave her in a more relaxed and euphoric state. The comments of Adam and Karl were opposite; one was encouraging, and one was degrading. Sophie found that she didn’t care very much, her attention solely focused on the toy that teased her through the fabric of her panties.

“What if I don’t want to?” She asked coyly even as she reclined back onto the pillows of the bed, her knees drawn back towards her to flip her skirt up and reveal the growing damp spot on the white fabric of her panties. Sophie had already been aroused and on edge from Adam’s earlier teasing during their trip, and an additional side effect of the drug she’d taken made her even hornier. “Are you going to punish me for being naughty?” She didn’t realize how fond Karl was of punishing women he thought were deserving of it, but even as she spoke she pulled her panties to the side and revealed her already dripping slit to her invisible audience.

Slowly she ran a finger along her pussy, briefly pausing to tease her clit and elicit a low moan from her throat. The anxiety that she’d had earlier seemed to have disappeared, and Sophie was willing to do what she was told. The teen grasped the dildo and slowly retraced the path of her finger, her juices quickly coating the tip of the toy. “Was this what you meant?” She was still acting coy, and addressed no one in particular. After waiting a moment she thrust the dildo into her hungry cunt, a whimper leaving her lips and echoing in the room as she buried it in her cunt. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she began to move the toy in and out of her, its transparent surface soon gleaming with her arousal.
 
Good cop, bad cop. As at the poolside mansion, when Sophie Scott had performed for her contract, Levine had assumed the role of the former, whilst Karl William's had taken on the latter without any prior discussion between the two men. Obviously, the Head of Security was a natural, and his instruction for the school-girl to masturbate, followed by the bold declaration that he'd then fuck her, brought a smile to the pornographer's face. Simultaneously, it also caused him to draw in a deep breath, and tense in anticipation. However, filming continued unabated.

Adam zoomed in to capture the girls youthful face, then panned out, and teasingly for the viewers, trailed town her body. He paused momentarily on the cleavage of her perky tits revealed by the half-unbuttoned blouse, then descended to show off the plaid skirt. The shot slowly widened until eventually, the young woman's entire body, surrounded by a plethora of sex toys, was displayed, and he titled the camera so that, dead-centre of the screen, a man's hand could be seen sliding a glass dildo up the teen's silky thighs, then using it to tease her slit through the fabric of the white panties that were revealed when the skirt lifted.

Even from his position, Pete noticed the dampness of Sophie's arousal, and his held breath, elicited by the concern of Sophie reacting badly once she discovered that she was again expected to screw a random stranger, was released, Instead of a negative reaction, the girl's coy and teasing response indicated that she might even be looking forward to it. "That's it, Soph, just like that. The camera loves you. So fucking hot." Adam's voice hitched in his throat as the Co-ed revealed her soaked pussy to the waiting audience.

"Oh, don't worry, baby. You'll be punished." Karl briefly averted his gaze to exchange a knowing glance with Adam. The College girl still had no idea of what was in store, and whether, after it was over, she considered it punishment or pleasure, remained to be seen. Either way, she'd be lucky to be able to walk properly for a week once they were finished.

"You've outdone yourself this time, Karl."

A commanding, elderly voice sliced through the air, and boomed around the theatre as the Security Head's attention refocused on the girl. Or more precisely on the toy slipping into her tight, teen hole.

"What's your name, slut? Tell me your age." Blair Huntington spoke again, and his words mingled with the girls whimpers, and sounds of her masturbating, serving to draw attention away from Karl as he unzipped his trousers, and stepped to the side of the bed.

"Answer him, whore." The Head of Security hooked one hand under the back of her Sophie’s head, and lifted it off the pillows as at the same time, he wrapped the digits of his other around the slim wrist that held the toy, and a moment later, forced her cunt to swallow every inch of the glass.

Karl held it inside her for a few seconds, before he slipped it out, coated in Sophie’s juices, the droplets of which glistened like a rainbow in Adan's lens, and began to thrust it in and out of her sopping hole, harder and faster than the girl would herself. The man's cruel smile evidenced that he was obviously already enjoying himself even before he harshly jerked her head back by the hair so that she was at eye-level with his cock, and the lewd, wet sounds of the increasingly rough dildo-fucking grew in volume. "Then show me what you can do with that sweet mouth."

To the side of the set, a group of men began to assemble as one, just waiting for Sophie Scott to be fully occupied, and her vision obscured, before they entered to partake in the festivities.

Adam, in the meantime, remained behind the camera, filming, not yet having been required to utter a further word of encouragement. The girl really was a slut.
 
If the teen had been paying closer attention she would have realized the game that Adam often employed with his cohorts where we would be the encouraging one to hold her trust and the other would take on the role of instigator or leader. It was the same exact tactic that Adam and Kane had employed as well, and her manager’s words of praise were enough to assure Sophie that she was behaving correctly and that he was pleased. While she couldn’t deny that she was aroused and craving cock the teen was also immensely looking forward to her promised monetary reward, and hearing from Adam that she was on the right track soothed her.

With the lights so focused on her the young co-ed did not notice her audience beginning to grow, and she also did not realize how intensely the camera was focused on her. Sophie tried not to think about the fact that she was on camera, and did not understand just how good of a videographer Adam was. She would undoubtedly be mortified if she ever saw the playback of her performance and the close shots he was able to achieve of her nubile body, but instead the teen was solely concerned on the toy she was using to pleasure herself. While she had never considered herself to be a shy girl there was something enthralling about acting wilder than usual, and Sophie let her eyes slip closed while she focused on moving the dildo in and out of her sopping slit.

The loud resonation of an unknown voice caused her movements to falter slightly as she was clearly addressed, and her eyes snapped open in surprise when she felt her head being lifted from its place on the pillow. “Oh fuck!” She squealed out when Karl grasped the dildo and shoved it further into her cunt, her inner walls clenching it tightly. “My name i-is---“ The teen attempted to answer the question she’d been asked but was interrupted when the Head of Security began to drill the toy into her pussy mercilessly. “Sophie!” Finally she managed to whimper out the answer to Blair Huntington’s question, her hips undulating against Karl’s fast pace. “I-I’m 18.”

Her last statement was cried out against Karl’s aroused cock as she was jerked to the side of the bed and came to face his groin. Momentarily she balked as her lips neared the head of his cock, but as she felt herself nearing her first climax that pleasure spurred her to heed his request. Instead of being tentative the teen sucked the stranger’s cock into her mouth as far as she could, her tongue dancing along its underside as she drew back and then forward again. Sophie began to settle into a rhythm similar to Karl’s without much prompting, displaying how little encouragement she needed this time.
 
Unlike the first occasion when Sophia had screwed more than one man, Adam wasn't required to raise his voice, or threaten her with the consequences of not meeting her obligations under the freshly signed contract; though at the time, she'd barely had the opportunity to read it, let alone comprehend what she'd gotten herself into; to encourage the girl to display her nubile teen body. Instead, he was able to solely concentrate on the filming, and ensure he captured the shots that which would most excite his viewers. And himself.

One of those, of course, was the teen slipping her panties aside, and sliding the toy into her tight hole, and although Adam's erection grew as he watched , tonight, he'd just be a voyeur. As would the man who called out from centre stage. Or, that's what Levine assumed, considering where Blair Huntington was seated, unless he was just waiting for an opportune moment to screw the girl himself. Levine concentrated on Sophie's gorgeous features, and the expression in her eyes, for a few moments after Karl's hand entered the picture, before he widened the shot again, just in time to capture the dildo being buried all the way in the Coed's cunt.

Sophie didn't appear overly concerned with that sudden action or, even though her eyes did widen, the voice of a man who requested her name and age; too intent, Adam believed, on the pleasure elicited by the sensation of the dildo being slammed in and out of her sopping hole by a man she'd first become acquainted with less than an hour ago, and her attention being directed to his erection. "That's it Soph, perfect. Suck him off, and cum for us. Cum for the cameras". Adam spoke up in encouragement as aroused whimpers accompanied her answers to Blair's queries, and smiled in satisfaction when the eighteen-year-old unhesitatingly parted her lips to accept her first, but far from last, cock of the evening.

"No, your name's slut. Whore, bitch. Fuck-toy." Karl groaned when Sophie's tongue slid up his shaft, and with each word, slammed the toy in deeper, forcing her undulating hips to lift higher off the bed, and her hair to pull against the digits. The man's eyes rolled back in pleasure, then re-opened to focus on the sight of the gorgeous young school-girl with her lips wrapped around his throbbing meat, before she shuddered, and he pulled his dick from her mouth. "Look at you, you're dripping like a fucking slut."

Karl mocked the girls arousal, then swiftly shoved his meat back between her soft, moist lips, and jerked her head up, so that she'd be forced to take more of him in. That also served to obscure the girls vision, so when seconds later the dildo was removed from her dripping pussy, and replaced with two, thick fingers, she probably didn't realise they weren't his.

"Just loving that cock." The remainder of the security staff had quietly filed in, and Karl didn't know whether she'd noted the movement or intuited the presence of more bodies as he taunted, and forced her to continue with her sucking, but she certainly couldn't miss the multitude who surrounded her when he again slipped his shaft, coated with her saliva, from the Coed's mouth and took a step back.

"And you're going to show us how much, you little whore." A voice called out through the throng, and as the man it belonged to reached for Sophie's chin and her head around to face his erection, a second sent the buttons of her blouse flying when he ripped the garment open and grasped a perky tit, whilst a third elicited lewd, wet noises from her soaked cunt with his digits, and thumbed her clit.

In the meantime, Karl departed her side to unveil the surprises hidden under the text books and scattered clothes in the corners, and Adam attempted to keep mirth from invading his tone. "You're going to be a star Soph, a worldwide phenomena."
 
The teen’s attention could only be stretched so many ways under the influence of drugs and Karl’s demanding presence, her focus shifting hazily from the demanding question that had been called at her from the dark audience to the cock that suddenly loomed within her vision. This time she didn’t need any coercion to begin sucking eagerly and sloppily on the Head of Security’s swollen shaft, motivated by the pleasure he was forcing upon her. If Sophie hadn’t been under the influence of an unknown substance she definitely would have protested the rough way he was forcing the toy into her dripping cunt and the way he fisted her long dark locks in his grasp, but with her mouth full of his meat the young co-ed couldn’t have complained even if she wanted to. Not that Karl would have cared if she was.

The sound of Adam’s voice resonated within her as he called out encouragingly for her to cum, and that extra praise made the last of her inhibitions flee her body as she came with a muffled moan. Her usually analytical mind was blissfully muted for once, leaving the teen to simply enjoy the sensations that were being drawn from her taunt body. She’d nearly forgotten that the photographer was out there somewhere in the dark, watching her. It sent a voyeuristic thrill through her body that briefly prolonged the afterglow of her orgasm, although her attention was quickly monopolized again by Karl’s rough ministrations. Sophie wasn’t complaining though as the man crudely took pleasure from her parted lips, the sensation of what she assumed were his fingers finding her slick pussy again making her hips buck and a moan to vibrate against his member.

Vaguely his insults passed her ears, words that the teen had slowly been conditioned to associate with praise not causing her any concern. Her actions certainly corroborated his words. Her hazel eyes slowly opened in question when she felt him withdraw, and then they widened slightly at the sight that awaited her. Sophie had completely missed the entrance of the strange men that now surrounded her, but it was clear from the bulges in their pants and the lascivious grins that adorned their faces what they wanted from her. Despite the drug coursing through her body she felt a twinge of uneasiness, a shy and uncertain look crossing her face not unlike what a virginal schoolgirl might exhibit.

The grip of uneasiness passed her quickly as the security guard whose fingers were buried in her wet slit began to finger her again, the unexpected sensation causing her to squeal aloud as her hips began to undulate again. The movement of her body caused her now exposed tits to bounce gently as well, undoubtedly mesmerizing the camera and any onlookers. Adam’s continued words of encouragement loosened her morals further still, and with only a moment’s pause she grasped the base of the cock of the man standing nearest to her and sucked the stranger’s length into her hot mouth. Karl was completely absent from her thoughts as he stepped out of view.
 
The tablet he'd slipped to the teen, combined with her already aroused state, appeared to have had the effect Adam desired, and his lips remained curled up in a satisfied smirk as he continued to film her cunt being pounded by the toy, and her eager teenage mouth working Karl's cock. That smirk only grew as the line of men passed him, however, combined with it was a brief tension that caused his body to stiffen as he awaited the opportunity to capture her reaction.

"Gorgeous, Soph, so hot. Damn, you're a natural." Adam urged her one and almost laughed aloud, when the toy slipped from her dripping slit, and a second man thrust his digits inside her. "Live out your fantasies." For a moment, he believed he caught an expression of hesitation in her eyes, which was captured on film, and assure the audience that the event wasn't scripted. Fucking perfect. That, however, seemed to disappear quickly, as men filled the stage, and her bouncy, perky tits were exposed to the world.

The man beside grinned evilly, and shook his head in mock disappointment, as she unhesitatingly wrapped her soft lips around her shaft, and began to suck as if that's what she'd been born for. Maybe she had. "You are a little, slut, aren't you?", he groaned as he bucked his hips, and pushed his shaft deeper into her mouth.

The words were accompanied by a harsh slap to her thigh, issued simultaneously as the man who fingered her tore Sophie's panties completely free of her body, and two men lined up beside the one she sucked, stroking the erections they'd released from her pants. "Look at her, she fucking loves it. "Cum for us again, bitch, prove what a cock-craving, dirty whore you really are?"

"Going to let us all fuck that tight cunt?"

"Nah, I want her ass."

Each taunted as they each awaited their turn for her mouth, and with her breasts already taken, probed between her legs, and fought with each other to be the one to drive their digits into her dripping hole. Then, one collected the glass toy, soaked in her arousal, and they began once more to fuck her with that, as those on the other side grabbed and groped Sophie's tits and pinched her nipples.

"Out of the way, move to the side." Adam screamed, and frantically waved his arms to get the men's attention over the sound of the varying groans, grunts, and harsh words that melded with the lewd, squelching noises of the teen's pussy being fingered by a series of digits, and the men who'd yet been unable to get a touch, parted like the Red Sea, and shoved their way in. Just in time for Adam to move the lens from the teen's now nearly fully naked, taut young body, with its firm breasts, flat, toned stomach, and thighs that glistened from the ministrations of the males, and juices from her orgasm, to her youthful face, then up to capture Karl unveil the surprises.

The Head of Security lifted the books and clothes in one corner, then collected the shackles attached to a chain at one end, and an electric pulley at the other, and approached Sophie. "Move." He hissed, as he gripped Sophie by the hair, tore her mouth off the man's erection, then pulled her arms above her head and cuffed the Coed's wrists together.

"My turn."

Even as Karl worked, a new stranger took the opportunity to press his hard-on to the teen's lips, and by the time the pulley button was pressed, the chain tightened, and the teen began to be lifted in the air, he'd climbed onto the bed and forced his meat into her mouth. Simultaneously, another hooked his hands under her thighs, hiked her legs around his waist, and impaled Sophia Scott on his cock. A third pressed the tip of the glass toy to her virgin asshole. "Ever taken it in all three holes, slut?"

The rest just continued to grope.
 
Sophie could feel her heart beat faster as her wide eyes darted around the stage she occupied, rosy lips parted in silent surprise at the group of men that now surrounded her. The teen was generally pretty observant of her surroundings, yet she hadn’t even realized this many people had been watching her performance with Karl – let alone notice as they all filed in to surround the childish bed she was laying on. The drug continued to do its job and keep her in a state of compliance, however, and the only sign that the co-ed was uncomfortable was a brief flash in her eyes before she leaned over to engulf the unknown man’s cock into her hot mouth.

The dirty comments and remarks from the men surrounding her didn’t faze Sophie; the words only serving to encourage her to lick and suck the man’s dick with more vigor. She had unknowingly been conditioned by Adam to associate words like slut and whore with a bigger paycheck and pleasure for both of them, and so far that had worked out great for her. She was still blissfully unaware of her budding online presence among the porn community, though her current performance would only serve to further her goal of becoming famous albeit in a way she hadn’t expected. The sound of fabric tearing as her wet panties were ripped off her hips didn’t even slow her sucking, her body working in a rhythm to pleasure the security guard with her mouth while another fingered her dripping slit.

Her hazel eyes were closed as she worked, the man fucking her mouth moving at his own pace. For a moment she was nearly overwhelmed at the constant touching and groping of her body, nearly in sensory overload as her breasts and ass were groped and the dildo was slipped back into her hungry cunt. The familiar pressure of an orgasm began to build as a result of the various men’s attention, but stopped abruptly as they backed away and left solely sucking cock. The camera’s brief view was of a disheveled schoolgirl – panties missing, plaid skirt bunched around her hips, and blouse ripped open to reveal her heaving tits as she worked. The co-ed yelped at the sudden pain in her scalp as Karl reappeared and pulled her back onto the bed, her arms wrenched and cuffed above her head before she could protest.

“What’s going on?” She asked, back in timid schoolgirl mode despite the picture she presented. Her neck craned to get a look at the contraption that she was now shackled to but before she could become really alarmed the men swooped back in, one even climbing onto the bed with her to force his way into her mouth. When she felt herself being lifted into the air she protested wordlessly against his cock, the sound vibrating into a moan as another man wound her legs around his hips and speared her on his cock. “Fuck!” She released the guard’s cock from her mouth to squeal out the expletive as the cool tip of the dildo was pressed against her puckered ass, her hips unconsciously rolling forward to escape the uncomfortable sensation.

“I’ve never done it…there.” She whimpered, not even acting her apprehension. Briefly her eyes scanned the darkness around the stage, searching for Adam and failing to find him. In a small corner of her mind Sophie began to wonder if this had been a good idea.
 
As arousing as the sight of Sophie's tight body, with her dripping pink cunt, perky breasts and erect nipples fully exposed through what remained of the schoolgirl uniform, was to the pornographer, her expressions and actions were just as much. Adam laughed aloud, and behind him, a chuckle and hand-clap of applause emanated from Huntington. The man who'd forked out fifty-thousand dollars to witness the unsuspecting teenager be gang-banged by his security team. They hadn't minded when Karl advised them of their employers expectations and from what Blair could gather, considering the manner in which Sophie Scott writhed and moaned in pleasure, neither did she.

"Wreck the bitch".

Huntington's distinctive voice, hoarse with arousal, issued orders to his loyal acolytes, but whether they were heard was debatable. However, that was of no consequence, as it appeared the men had already decided to take that onus upon themselves. The guard who'd climbed onto the bed groaned as the wet noises of digits and dildo working Sophie's soaked slit mingled with those of his meat slipping in and out of her mouth. "Suck it, you dirty, fucking cock-whore."

She did, and as the sensation of Sophie's hot tongue sliding up his shaft and the suction of her lips elicited more urgent gasps of pleasure, the others groped, prodded and pinched wherever they could; fondling her tits, toying with her nipples, squeezing her ass, and ripping the teen's panties off of her hips. The entire time she was breathily mocked and taunted, called a whore, slut and hussy, asked if she liked it, and how she wished to be fucked. Not that she had a choice in the latter, Sophie was nothing more than a piece of young meat in possession of a set of tight holes, available for their pleasure.

When she was roughly hiked off the bed by Karl, one man took the opportunity to force her legs wide apart and slam his cock into the teen's dripping, pink hole. Beside her, others stroked their erections. Sophie Scott's arms were lifted in the air, and the guard behind her pressed the cool glass tip of the dildo, slick with the juices from her pussy, against her rear entrance, and began to spread her open. "Guess it's my lucky day, I'll be your first.' His gaze shifted to his companions, 'But you not your last." All laughed before the flat of Karl's palm smacked against one firm butt cheek and, with the Co-ed's wrists cuffed, tightened the chain so that her arms were locked tight above her head. Moments later, the support of the bed was pulled away.

If it hadn't been for the stranger having wrapped her legs around his waist to pound her sopping slit, Sophie's shoulders might have been wrenched from their sockets. It caused her to drop, and for the teen's head to fall back, perfectly aligned at crotch level. Karl, as he'd done with Alexandria earlier that day, slid the leather belt from the loops of his pants, smiled into her gorgeous hazel eyes, and finally answered her question. 'You said something about punishment." As the Security Chief's belt came free, a lone hand pushed the dildo into her tight virgin asshole, more squeezed her jiggling tits, one man wrapped his lips around a rosy pink nipple, and a bevy of digits gripped her tresses to pull her mouth towards the multitude of waiting cocks. Then Karl began to whip Sophie's buttocks in time with the thrusts of the man fucking her.

She might not have caught Adam's eye, but he'd caught hers through the lens, and relished every minute change in expression, and hints of fear and hesitation. Even if the pornographer had possessed concerns for Sophie's psychological welfare, Huntington's staff could not have been stopped until each were satiated, so Levine simply turned the sensitivity of the microphones up. The better to capture the sloppy wet sounds being elicited from Sophie's ass, cunt and mouth, the slap of leather and flesh against flesh, the grunts, groans, and taunts of the men, and the moans forced out of the teenager as they used her. "You're doing great, Soph."
 
If Sophie had begun to feel overwhelmed by Karl’s intensity when he fucked her with the dildo that didn’t even compare to what she was feeling surrounded by a bevy of unknown men that pinched and prodded her sensitive flesh in addition to the stranger that was fucking her vigorously and the hands that pulled her hair towards a group of eager cocks. Her entire body shook and swayed with the force of his thrusts as he drilled her slick cunt and a squeal of alarm echoed in the crowded room as the dildo was forced into her virgin asshole. “Please!” The co-ed gasped out, tears beginning to form in her eyes as Karl loomed over her suddenly and then began to snap the leather of his belt against the tender flesh of her bottom.

It was unclear what she was pleading for, but the gang of security guards were obviously enjoying themselves too much to stop. The strange mixture of pain and pleasure that was being wrought from her body was something the teen wasn’t used to, but the addition of the drug in her system ensured that each feeling was amplified. Hands and lips were plastered across her body, and when a surprise touch landed on her sensitive clit she couldn’t contain the gasp of pleasure that vibrated against the cock one man had shoved in her mouth. As the men began to work in rhythm to fuck all of her holes it didn’t take long before the teen was pushed to the edge of pleasure, her body soon convulsing under the force of another climax.

She didn’t even hear Adam’s words of encouragement, too lost in the sensations that were being given and taken at her expense.
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Alexandra had hoped that washing away the evidence of Karl’s abuse would make her feel at least marginally better, but even as the scalding water from the showerhead eventually turned lukewarm and then icy cold the sensation did little to quell the inner turmoil she was feeling. She couldn’t help but replay the events of the afternoon over and over again in her mind, wondering if she could have done anything differently to escape the brutal head of security. Or if she had done something to encourage him. The more she thought about the encounter the more lost she felt, until finally her body’s shivering beneath the cold waterfall broke her reverie and forced her from the tiled enclosure.

The heiress couldn’t bear to look at her reflection in the mirror, hurrying instead to wrap her bruised body in a towel and go in search of clothing that wasn’t ripped or soiled. Although she was imprisoned in the west wing of the manor Lexi at least had access to her bag that had been abandoned when Karl began his assault, and she quickly dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt and jacket to cover the marks darkening against her fair skin. She couldn’t stand to look at the bed and its rumpled sheets so she quickly snagged her phone that Karl had so thoughtfully left her and retired to the adjoining study.

Richard’s message brought her momentary relief, until a glance out of the window alerted her to the fact that it was nearly dark and Karl may be returning again. Anxiously she tapped out a message to her lover. Are you here yet? Karl knows about your plan and we need to get out fast.
 
One after another, the other members of Huntington's security team, each recognisable as more just a component of a larger mass than an individual, whose names were unimportant, and would never be known to the Sophie Scott, used her mouth as their colleague pounded her dripping pink slit. Gasps and groans escaped all until one assumed control, and the others murmured in frustration. The man's chest heaved as the sounds of her sopping pussy being ravaged drowned out the girl's protests when the dildo was shoved up her ass, and with both hands hooked in her hair, shot a stream of hot cum into Sophie's warm mouth.

"Look at the whore, she fucking loves it."

As soon as his colleague finished, and taunting Sophie's orgasm as he did so, a second man forced her lips around his meat. At the other end, a gasp of pleasure erupted from the guard fucking her when he allowed her legs to drop, rammed his length deep enough to hit her cervix, and filled the teen's pussy with his seed.

Huntington's security team were nowhere near done, and within seconds of her taking the first two loads, Kyle ceased his whipping to allow Sophie's hips to be jerked back, straightening her torso and causing the cock in her mouth, coated with saliva, to emit a wet popping sound when it was released from her lips. Once re-positioned, the dildo in Sophie's ass was swiftly replaced with a cock.

"How's that feel, slut. Going to cum for us again?"

Simultaneously, as the man drove every inch of his erection into the teen's virgin hole, Sophie's legs were captured and spread by yet another stranger, who impaled her pussy with his shaft. Beside her, the man whose meat she'd last sucked, stroked himself to release. His cum splattered her toned stomach, and gobs slid down her bronzed skin, as the duo ravishing her holes alternately slammed themselves in and out of the co-ed's cunt and ass, roughly fucking her between them. Meanwhile, the remainder awaited their turn.

Every moment captured on film.

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Richard had been a bundle of nerves and impatience all day, with his mind never straying from the woman he loved. Eventually, when the sun fell over the horizon, the sky began to turn from blue to black and all occupants of the manor would be occupied with Sophie Scott, it was time to make his move.

The man's hacking skills had allowed him to obtain access to an architectural plan of the Huntington residence, and details of the installed security system. With the workings of the latter being not that much different from those of a computer, Treloar was confident that, if required, he could find his way around it. Especially with the assistance of a device he'd purchased from underground contacts, and carried in his pocket.

Blair's suite, and the theatre, were located in the East Wing, so it made sense to Richard that Lexi would be confined to the West. A breath of air escaped the man's lungs when he saw a light emanating from a room on that side as he made his way carefully across the Manor grounds, however excitement and anticipation swiftly turned to fear and foreboding when he received Lexi's text.

Karl knows about your plan and we need to get out fast.

Treloar bunched his leather jacket around his torso, shivering as he considered the consequences of Karl's knowledge to his original plan. Without evidence of Blair's depravities with which to extort him, Richard could still help Lexi escape from the mansion, but with riches and infinite resources at his disposal, Huntington would be sure to hunt them down. Trembling fingers tapped at the keypad on his phone, and Richard glanced towards the lighted window that Karl Williams had electronically unbarred late that afternoon, without being required to enter Lexi's room, fulfilling the promise made to the Socialite after he'd finished using her.

I'm here. Look outside.
 
The longer the heiress was imprisoned in the West Wing of the manor, the more anxious and uneasy she became that the goal of freedom she and Richard were working towards was unattainable. She had been so confident and assured in their escape plan that even when she had been ordered by her father to come to Los Angeles it didn’t cause her a modicum of concern, knowing that her lover would come for her. Lexi hadn’t counted on the depths of Karl’s depravity and obsession with her, however, and after the lesson he taught her the usually confident woman found herself shaken to the core. To try and stop herself from ruminating over the events of the afternoon she paced back and forth, obsessively checking her phone for a message from Richard as the shadows lengthened and the sun began to set.

When darkness finally cloaked the grounds her phone buzzed once with the notification of a message, and within seconds she was reading the short note. An intense flood of relief filled the socialite, and she rushed over to one of the large windows that dominated the room she was imprisoned in. From the second story of the manor she surveyed the manicured lawns, her sharp blue eyes easily settling on the figure of a man below the window. A tremulous smile rose to her lips at the sight, and briefly she rested a hand on the window’s glass. Karl had promised to unbar the windows, and the moment of truth to test it had finally arrived. If he hadn’t kept his word Lexi wasn’t sure how she would be able to get out or how Richard would be able to get in without attracting unnecessary attention, which was exactly what they didn’t need.

After taking a deep breath she rested her hands on the bottom of the window, and after a heartbeat of prayer she began to apply pressure and lift the pane. A true smile briefly dimpled her cheeks as the cool night air rushed into the room she had been imprisoned in, and once the window was fully opened she leaned out over the edge and waved down to Richard. “I’ve been waiting…” The heiress called down to him softly, the light from inside the manor illuminating her silhouette. It was almost like a scene out of Romeo and Juliet, with the stakes almost as high for the pair of lovers. If they were found out now Karl had made it clear that he would kill Richard, and she would rather be dead than face the bleak future that awaited her.

“How should I?...” Lexi called out again, this time in frustration as she contemplated now how to get down from the second floor. She glanced along the side of the building, eyes widening at the sight of the ivy trellis that grew there. It was clearly a decorative piece grown there by the gardeners, but she hoped it would hold her weight and allow her to climb down it. “You’ll catch me if I fall, right?” The socialite was only half joking as she called down to him. Briefly she disappeared back into the room to retrieve her bag and toss it down to him, before slinging one long leg over the windowsill and pausing there to gather her resolve.
 
Richard's heart fluttered in relief when he heard Lexi's familiar voice, and he fixated his gaze on the silhouette that appeared at the second-floor window, before the Heiress herself appeared. The nerves that had strained his mind and body all day, loosened, and he began to shake at the sight of Lexi, proof his lover was safe. It wasn't over yet, and the knowledge that Karl Williams was aware of their intent - just how aware, Richard still wasn't cognisant of – meant his senses remained heightened as his attention moved from her to the vine.

Even in the circumstances, or possibly because of them, the visages created by her words elicited a small smile from the hacker. Rapunzel, trapped in the tower, awaiting her Prince, or Romeo and Juliet, both the epitome of romance. If he'd only he'd thrown some pebbles to rattle against the glass, or serenaded Alexandra with a violin, instead of sending a text. Those musings didn't last long, however, as she disappeared from view, before reappearing to clamber over the edge, and he contemplated the risks of a fall. "I'd do my best, but it's been a while since I played ball. Stay there, I'll come to you."

The sounds of their whispered conversation cut through the still night air, and Richard placed a finger to his lips to motion for her to be silent when the words dissipated, and he tested the strength of the foliage. At first, when rubble clattered down the wall and coated his head and shoulders in dirt and dust, and the vine slipped through his fingers like rope, Richard thought it wouldn’t support his weight. However, that had only been caused by it being pulled taut. When he jerked again, the branch didn’t move and he took a deep breath before beginning to ascend. It had been a while since he'd played ball, but even longer since he'd climbed a rope in the gym and the man's muscles were on fire from a build-up of lactic acid when, a minute later, his digits gripped the windowsill.

Richard peered over the ledge and scanned the room to ensure they really were alone and it hadn't been a trap, before he pushed himself over the edge, and landed on the soft-pile carpet. "Lexi. Thank God, you're safe." He appraised the Heiress, sensing the last day hadn't been easy, but with her clothing concealing the marks left on her body, completely unaware of the humiliation Karl Williams had forced her to endure, then stepped over to wrap his arms around her. "Are you okay, baby?"

After he planted a soft kiss on Lexi’s lips, Richard's gaze moved to the bedroom door, and his mind filled with the knowledge that the key to their ongoing freedom; a feed of the live recording of Sophie Scott's gangbang being digitally stored in a control room above the theatre; lay only hundreds of feet away. His demeanour remained gentle, but the man's tone contained urgency when he focused back on Lexi, "If Williams knows, we have a decision to make, and quickly. Do we go after the evidence tonight?"

Reluctantly releasing her from his grasp, he glanced at the free, open spaces visible through the window which he'd entered, and paced the room, gathering his thoughts, before he moved back to her, placed both hands on Lexi's shoulders, and held her eyes. “Or do we wait. It’s our entire future on the line, so do we gamble all now, or escape while we can, bide our time, and try to avoid your Father's attempts to hunt us down like a pack of wild dogs, until another opportunity presents itself? I love you, Lexi, and don't want to lose you, so what option provides the best odds?”

If only Richard had been present to witness the full extent of the sadistic gratification Karl had gained from revealing his discovery of their plan, the question, directed as much to himself as to Alexandra, needn't have to been asked at all. The Head of Security was as cunning as a fox, and Richard and Lexi were but rabbits in the predator's domain.
 
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