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Camila Cabello in DeepFake Jeopardy

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Camilla's manager had rented her a house in a secluded coastal town that was mostly a dying fishing town, but still had some factories working. They were trying to build up their tourism industry, and had hired her to "vacation" there to the paparazzi would put their name out there.
Her driver had dropped her off late last night directly from a photo shoot that ran long (of course), with a small bag, with the rest of her stuff to come the next day.
She had heard the frantic buzzing of her cellphone, but she was so sleepy. It was barely light outside.
 
The town that she had been brought to was pretty and quiant. Camilla had always enjoyed small towns such as Hunter's Grove. According to what her manager had said, it was a quiet little fishing town just on the outskirts of Seattle Washington. It had everything you needed to live a peaceful life: a few general goods stores, a small harbor/dock, and plenty of nature to find yourself getting lost in, yet it was still large enough to have a media presence - which was the point of the trip. According to what her manager laid out for her, the plan was to bring Hunter's Grove back on the map and the way to do that was to bring a high-profile celebrity to their soil.

Too bad no one told her they'd begin at teh crack of dawn.

"what? Why is it so loud?" She whined, her phone going off like crazy. She hadn't even had her coffee yet.
 
She let the phone buzz, a few more times.
Then, thankfully, it stopped. Blissful quiet.
As the day progressed, more light poured in from the windows.
She stirred to voices outside her little cottage.
"Is this it?"
"That's what the guy said?"
"Well how reliable is a random internet guy?"
She saw shadows of a few people move in front of her curtains.
Suddenly, a sharp knock at the door.
 
As the day had gone on, Camilla was a bit annoyed. By 10am, she had become aware of the photos that had been posted all around social media as if it were a personal campaign against her. She ignored all of the hatemail that was calling her a slut, a whore, and pretty much saying she was a bad influence to tween girls. those who were trying to bring her down weren't succeeding. these kinds of trolls were all over the internet and she wasn't about to let them get to her. Besides, she had more important things to focus on, like getting this small town buzzing about her newest album.

She was relaxing on the couch when suddenly there was a knock on her door. Her manager opened it and there were a few men. "Who is it?"
 
Three very shifty looking men in jeans, worn T shirts, and one of them wearing a baseball hat, were on the porch.
"Look, it's her!" One of them exclaimed.
"Told you so!"
"Shut up, you too!" cried the ringleader.
She straightened up and faced Camilla.
"We're here to fill all your holes. Just like you wanted."
He put his hand on the door, to prevent her from closing it.
 
"Excuse me? Fill my what?"

She couldn't believe the audacity of their actions. She came to this shithole of a town out of the charity of her heart and that's how they treat her?

"I don't know who you think you are, but leave at once."
 
The ringleader pulled out his cellphone, and, hand on door, he clicked a few places with his thumb, and then put it up in front of her face.

It was a video of her! She was naked, in a bathroom, caressing her skin, spending extra time on her breasts.

"Come find me, guys," the her-not-her spoke, in her own voice. "Fill all my holes. Even if I say no, I want you to give it to me rough. Rowr!" She did the cat scratch motion in time with that.

The man put away his phone. "So, I'm taking that you want it rough, then? 'Cause my buddies and I can do rough."
 
If she hadn't seen it herself, Camila would've thought these guys were el loco. That being said, it still wasn't proof enough that she was the person in that video. Someone obviously went through a lot of trouble to portray her as some thot. She knew she wasn't. She might've been a little racy in her act and might enjoy showing off her body, but she didn't do it for attention - she simply likes her body and fines joy showing it off. But these men weren't buying that. In fact, that seemed deadset on believing that video over the real thing.

"You pervs better stay away, I mean it!" Camila stood her ground against these thugs.
 
The men grinned. "You hear that, boys? She wants it rough!"
They forced their way in, and try to surround her.
"Now then, you wanna take off your clothes or should we rip 'em off?"
Their hungry leers attacked her from all sides as they tried to cut off every avenue of escape for her.
 
They were actually serious, weren't they? No, they can't do this.

"YOu can't do this. I'm Camila Cabello. You can't!" She refused them with everything that she had, but they were too strong for her to block them from coming in. whatever they did next was out of her control.
 
They descended at once, pinning her arms, and working her clothes off of her, heedless of her squirming and other complaints.
She felt their rough hands carress her body, her breasts, and even her sex. First over her clothes. Then under her clothes. But it was not too long before they were fondling her fully exposed body. The three of them worked so fast she could barely keep track of what had happened.
One of them held the back of her head as he wetly kissed her mouth. He then started planting his kisses toward her breasts, as the others worked her legs apart, and guided her to the dining room table.
 
Camila had screamed and screamed, but when they all took a hold of her and had their way with the pop idol, it was pretty much the end of the road for her to fight them off. While she had got a few good scratches in, they were just too strong for her to do anything about. The only thing she could do was suffer as they forced themselves on her.

From head to toe, she felt their dirty hands all over her body. Her round hips were the source of a lot of poking and prodding. Her ample breasts were squeezed roughly. They didn't even bother to remove her clothes the first time, but that obviously didn't last long. They were ripped off without any care to the fabric. and all of it happened so fast that she couldn't process it.

At least, until she felt the nasty, dirty, tongue inside her mouth by one of them and the others forcing her thick legs far apart so her virgin, tight sex was exposed to everyone in attendence -even her own manager who, as Cami, who was terrified, saw he was stroking himself. "Even you Manuel.." She was distraught.

And as they forced her on the dining room table, she saw what they were gonna do.

She was trapped.
 
Her manager, who walked in at some point during this debacle, could only watch, stunned, as the three men pinned her to the table, and climbed aboard, pulling their cocks out of their pants.
One man straddled her chest, squeezing his cock between her breasts.
Another kneeled over her head, and started to aim his cock at her mouth, somewhat fooled by her squirming.
But the ringleader put himself between her thighs, and was working her pussy with his fingers, getting it ready for his entry.
Her manager could only take it in, to scared to challenge the men, but his involuntary crotch stroking said everything.
 
Camila was helpless. She was absolutely helpless as these men did what they wanted with her. She felt like crying herself. She wanted to die. These men were horrible human beings. She didn't want this. The smell of their cocks overtook her senses and made her want to puke, but she wasn't afforded that luxery as they each took their time with her. One was hovering over her chest, tit-fucking her like a madman, which in itself kept poking her throat, making it difficult for her to take breaths. And as if that wasn't bad enough, one was deepthroating her with his long member. She gagged on it until she coughed repeatedly.

And all the while she saw her manager - her friend - stroke his cock and watch her with such a betraying look, she felt her virgin pussy be fingered by the ringleader of the three, seeing his large cock - larger than the others - being poised to rape her tight cunt. "No...please don't..." Once more, she tried to plead with them to cease this brutality.
 
The men pounded her roughly, pinning her arms and legs so she couldn't fight.
As they strained and grunted, one by one, they came on her, and then wiped there cock on her skin and hair, finally letting her go.
The pulled their pants back on, and headed out the door, leaving just her manager.
"How terrible, Camilla," he said, putting his dripping cock away. "That video, who could have possibly given that hacker the high quality audio sample files of your voice to make such a convincing fake?"
"I've got some bad news. Worse news, really. The company that managed your assests is - distancing themselves - from you. Your credit cards are frozen. Your cellphone is disconnected. The clothes you were planning on coming tomorrow have been cancelled."
"And, oh yeah, the paparazzi are just outside your door."
"Have a nice life, Camilla," he said, as he turned to walk out the door.
 
It was official: this was the worst day of her life. Not only did she get raped and defiled by complete strangers, Camila lost everything. She has no money, no career, no manager, and even her manager quit on her. And that wasn't even the worst of it. The paparazzi was right outside her cottage. She had no choice but to salvage the clothes she was wearing and put it on, though as she did, it was obvious they weren't going to cover anything. Her shirt had both of her breasts exposed and the pants had a big hole, exposing the entirety of her phat, cuban ass. But, she had to go out and get in front of this.

And so she did. She stepped out from the safety of her cottage and faced the press, who would start hounding her with questions. "Please, I ask that you respect my privacy." She asked them kindly, hoping to appeal to their human decency.
 
"Camilla! Camilla! Those men claim that the video is true! Can you confirm whether or not it is, in fact, 'open season on your holes'?"
Numerous other such questions were posed, as the paparazzi clamored to get closer to her.
In order to get better shots, some of them 'accidentally' bumped into her, and pulling apart her already tattered clothing.
Meanwhile, her manager was also being swarmed, and she heard him say, as he was making his way to his car, "I saw it with my own eyes, it's all true!"
As he climbed into his car, they all turned in her again.
"Camilla, care to comment?"
 
Their eyes had judged her without even hearing her story. It didn't help her that the paparazzi had always decided someone was guilty until proven innocent. This was evident by how she felt them grab a feel on her breasts, her pussy, and some had spanked and grabbed a couple handfuls of her fat ass. All the while, she felt betrayed by her manager who blatantly confirmed what wasn't true.

"It's not true. That's my comment. None of it is true." She defended herself despite what the public might believe.
 
"If it's not true, why are you wearing an outfit that's not just slutty, but downright pornographic?"
As that question was hurled at her, more jostling and fondling was causing her tattered clothes to come dangerously close to just falling off of her.
She realized that if she didn't get inside soon, she would have no clothes whatsoever to wear.
"Camilla! Over here!" she heard, over and over, as the sound of her clothing ripping slowly progressed, and more of her beautiful skin was showing.
 
How could they not believe her? She never portrayed herself as some hussie who fucked random guys that she didn't know. And yet, all of those who were tearing her clothes off and making her feel even worse than she felt at this very moment, were believing the video of her that someone had made posing as her. It didn't help her cause that the way she was dressed would give someone the wrong impression about her. And before long, they had done exactly what they intended to do: reduce her to nothing and have her body out there in the open.

She backed away and they were approaching her with the same look those three that had raped her had. She was forced into a literal corner and as she went to turn around to open the door, she felt something hard press against her fat, delicious, exposed ass. And then more would do the same to every inch of her body.

No,not again.
 
While she had been distracted by the cameras, more random guys filtered into the crowd, and were able to get right to the front door in the press of the crowd.
She felt hands hold her, and roughly fondle her breasts, pussy, and jiggly ass, as they began to turn her around.
As they did, the cameras were running the entire time, and she could see them all filming her performance as the men began to drag her to the front lawn, forcing her to lay down.
 
Just when she thought it couldn't possibly get any worse for her, she was proven wrong. The cameras were filming her abuse and all of those who were watching were looking at her, laughing and smiling as she had to relive her worse moments but with the added bonus of cameras recording it so that she would know this moment for the rest of her life, as well as those who were watching it, that she was a slut - even she was starting to believe it, though she felt bad about the young girls who looked up to her.

"Please...no!" She begged as the men pulled her into the front lawn. "What are you going to do to me!?" she asked them, terrified what their answer would be.
 
Her legs were spread as she lay on the lawn, and one of the men stuck his fingers in her.
"Sloppy seconds!" he declared, as the crowd murmured appreciatively at this tidbit.
She was then rolled on to her hands and knees, as her attackers began to undo their paints.
She felt a cock work it's way into her pussy, still moist and stretched from her last encounter, as another cock dangled threatening in front of her face.
Meanwhile, 2 guys on either side of her started to jerk off.
Her ass began to jiggle enticingly as the man behind her began to thrust furiously.
 
It was so embarrassing for her, being fucked in front of so many people and not to mention it was all being recorded and broadcasted to so many people but deep down she found herself being aroused. The darkest part of Camila Cabello was enjoying this. Deep down in her soul, she has always had this desire to be fucked in public and for every single one of her young fans to know that she was a slut.

But to think that so many cocks would have a chance wasn't something she ever anticipated. She didn't wnat all of them at once, yet that's exactly what was happening. To make matters worse, when she was forced onto her stomach, which caused her to be even dirtier the media was protraying her as, she felt a rock-hard cock go balls-deep inside her, causing her ass to bounce and jiggle on the cock each time it was thrust inside her. And though she didn't intend to, the smell of cock and it being thrust into her caused the pop idol to moan, her screams getting progressively louder with each thrust.
 
The men, aroused by her body, its motions, and its sounds, came hard and quick, spraying all over her.
The paparazzi ate it up, taking shots from every angle.
As the men cleaned themselves and left, they just took shot after shot of her naked ass sprawled on the lawn, drizzled in cum back and front.
 
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