Doja Cat Deep Fake Porn Novels & Stories

It made my stomach flip. "Sit down, Scarlett," Marcus ordered. I sat on the long couch. A giant TV screen was on the wall. There were three people on the screen. They looked very serious and wore expensive suits. "Mr. Reed," the man in the middle of the screen said. "We’ve seen the footage. It’s a mess." "It’s a lie," Marcus said. He didn't even blink. "It’s a deepfake. Someone used AI to put my daughter’s face on a bad video to hurt my merger."

“I've seen it. Everyone has. It's all over the internet. But it's not real.” A faint ripple of interest went through the board members. Professor Higgins leaned forward, her sharp eyes narrowing. “Not real, Miss Hart? Explain.” “It's AI-generated,” I said, the lie tasting like ash on my tongue. “Or photoshopped. Someone has a grudge against Professor Knight. Or against me. It's a fake.” I chanced a glance at Doyle. He didn't look surprised. He looked... amused. A slow, smug smile was playing on his lips. My stomach dropped.

The room stirred again, louder this time. “Is this real?” “That can’t be! Kate Harden told us she is dead!” “She looks exactly like Paul Sinclair's daughter!” But just as if mother and daughter already knew the content of the pictures, they didn’t even bother to look at it. Kate lifted her chin, and Ciara folded her arms “It’s all fake” “All of it,” Kate added. “The world has advanced. Creating all this in a matter of seconds is nothing. It’s child’s play.”

Me: [You can't do that, that was not me moaning, you fucking drugged me and photoshopped it to make it look like I was the one moaning, you fucking raped me, and what gave you the right to do such evil acts and still trying to send it to my husband,] Me: [Alright, I guess when he sees the video and pictures of you entering and two guys fucking you, by then you will probably explain to him whether it's fake or not, goodbye] The room spun around me, and I took a step back and sat back down on the bathtub, I was immediately feeling disconnected from reality, and my shaky hands began typing again. Me: [You can't send this to my husband, what do you want, tell me what the fuck you want!] My teeth

His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

’ ‘Huh? Instead of explaining, Maya sends a link to an article. My fingers hover above the link, dread filling me as I contemplate opening the link or not. I fold my lips, looking up from my phone to the bathroom door where behind it lies Christian. I don’t know what, but something tells me whatever I’m about to see, he has a hand in it. With an internal ‘Fuck it’ I tap on the link and my mouth drops. NEPO DOCTOR IS A SERIAL SEXUAL OFFENDER. The headline reads. I slap my free hand to my mouth instantly, my eyes going over the words in the article, but some paragraphs stand out to me.

After returning to her apartment, she turned on a livestream, pointing the camera at her blood-stained dress. Within moments, thousands of viewers flooded into the stream. “I’m the mistress of the Mason family’s don, Elijah!” Naomi’s voice trembled. “He lied to me, got me pregnant, and now he kicked the baby out of me! And he’s even trying to drive me out of Neapolis!” Facing the camera, Naomi’s voice hoarse but clear, she poured everything out about how Elijah had betrayed me, and how he had cruelly caused her miscarriage. The livestream spread like wildfire. In just a few minutes, the view count surpassed a million.

( Adrian) I was still in the study when the new message arrived. The dummy account notification lit up my phone like a spark in dry grass. I opened it immediately, heart already racing, and the video loaded. It was longer this time. More deliberate. More devastating. Alessa — because I knew it was her, I would always know — had filmed herself in what looked like a bathroom. She was wearing only a tiny red thong. She started slow, teasing the camera, sliding the fabric aside to show how wet she already was. Then she pushed the thick toy inside herself, moaning softly as it stretched her. She added a second one, filling herself completely, the red thong still stretched tight around both toys.

The moment he walked into the living room, his eyes landed on the petition on the table and the sex video still frozen on my phone screen. His face went ashen. He lunged forward, snatched my phone, and hurled it against the wall. The screen shattered on impact. "Elena, that video is fabricated!" he snarled through clenched teeth, eyes blazing with fury. "Selene used deepfake technology to make it! She's insane—she's trying to tear us apart!" To prove himself, he immediately called Selene right in front of me. The second the call connected, he roared: "Selene, if you ever pull this kind of disgusting stunt against my Luna again, I will banish you from this pack tomorrow and leave you to die i

“I love how filthy you are. Always wearing skirts with nothing underneath. “Ria? She’s an idiot. So easy to fool. She actually believes you’re sweet and innocent. We didn’t get to swap the babies, but I’ll handle it. I’ll make her think your kid is her godson. That way, only our child inherits my company.” Before the video could finish, Carter lost control. He rushed forward and smashed the projector in a frenzy. With his face flushed and his voice shaking, he roared, “It’s all fake! It’s a deepfake! Completely fabricated! I will sue whoever is behind this slander and defamation!”