Jenna Ortega Deep Fakes Porn Novels & Stories

Idiot was going to flip his car if he didn't slow down. "Because you're whipped," Nikolai said bluntly, now fully focused on me instead of the race. "And you've been making drastic decisions for the past two days because you can't handle the fact that she hasn't reached out." "I haven't—" "You made what's-his-name—" Nikolai paused, pretending to think. "Ah yes, Andrew Cooper. The digital media specialist who created that deep fake of Olive. You made his wife divorce him. Filed a lawsuit that bankrupted him. Ensured he can never work in media again. He's been rendered completely useless. Pathetic man."

Then Jayden voice came again calm and steady like he was reading a damm script “She told me Elena was cheating. She even made a deep fake video of Elena with another guy. She planned everything. Zara is a manupulative…” Zara’s phone nearly slipped from her hand. What?! She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She stared at the screen, her face drained of color. Her lips parted in disbelief. They had made up lies so vile, so precise,that the world had no choice but to believe them. And the internet? It never waited for the truth. The internet was always ready to devour whatever story was juiciest. The internet was a beast, a monster that devoured truth and Zara was its latest victim.

She'd just scrolled a little when she saw something and her mouth fell open. “What's the matter?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. Jenna didn't say a word, simply turning the screen to face me. “What!” My eyes nearly popped out and I stared at the screen in shock. How was this possible? The screen displayed a photo of me, smiling brightly. What caught my eye was the caption beneath the photo. Elena Kingston, daughter of Albert Kingston. I couldn’t breathe. My fingers trembled as I touched the screen, staring at the stranger who was supposed to be me.

His reputation spoke for itself. So, not being intimidated at all, Eden stood her ground, "No, Mr. Etheridge, being my boss doesn’t give you the right to judge me. It’s my personal life. And I don't take orders for it. And in any case, if you are talking as my fiancee, then let me remind you, we are not truly engaged or bound to each other. It's a fake thing." Damien's eyes got colder as he took a step close to Eden. While breathing fire, just when he was about to open his mouth, an unexpected knock stopped him with his thoughts unsaid. The opening sound of the door drew their attention to the interrupter.

I almost ignored it. The first image loaded slowly. Too slowly. My breath caught halfway in. Jaxon, My brother. The angle was wrong—too intimate, too close. His arm was slung around someone, familiar curls spilling over his shoulder. I blinked hard, my brain scrambling for logic. This is AI, A deepfake, and silly Joke. I thought His arm around someone. Someone with hair like Aurora’s. No, this is not real, I assured myself. I tapped again for another picture.

It had almost outlived us. An hour later, Mark called back. Ethan put it on speaker. "Sir, we found something. She had a single approved ‘educational correspondence’ in the months before her death. With another inmate at a different facility. A woman named Anya Petrova. Extradited from Estonia. Served time for large-scale cyber-fraud, phishing schemes, and creating sophisticated digital ‘dead-man switches’ for criminal organizations." A digital dead-man switch. A program that activates after its creator's death.

’ he spun on her. ‘Which one?’ he snapped, knowing that each passing moment meant Proserpina was getting more and more into danger. “Catalina.’ she shot back. He frowned as he stopped to think. That was true; having been a reigning porn star, she would know where Dmitri kept the women he was planning to sell. She had, after all, worked for him for a long time. And it was open knowledge that Dmitri Rudenko was the man who financed some of the most x-rated porn movies on the Dark Net.

She rather believed someone had Deepfaked Winona’s face into the video. “Aunt Winona, did you make someone angry? Why are people doing this to you?” “What do you mean?” Winona asked. “Look at this.” Serena passed her phone to Winona. “Those shameless bastards. They used Deepfake your face into the video, you better sue them.” Winona was terrified when she saw the video. Other people may not know but she knew everything that happened in the video was real. Her hands shook as she deleted the video from Serena’s phone. This was obviously Tommy’s doing, which increased her hate for him to the boiling point.

Blinsky was prompted to say, “There’s another video, Madam.” With a click of the mouse, the next video began playing… and on the screen, Jenna could be seen saying, “I’d like you to create some fake medical data, Dr. Blinsky. To be more specific, the old lady requires my kidney to wake up, correct? I want you to make it seem as though I donated mine.” “Once everything falls into place, you can simply use another kidney in the operating room. All in all, she simply needs to wake up for a short while. If all goes well, you’ll receive twenty million dollars, just like last time.”

Her face wasn't soft; it was clinical. "It’s a loop, Daddy," she said. "What do you mean, peanut?" "The video of the lady with the pear. Look at her eyes." Julian knelt beside the Mayor and peered at the screen. The woman was beautiful, the resolution perfect. But as she bit into the fruit, her pupils didn't dilate. Her blink rate was a perfect, rhythmic 4.0 seconds. "It’s a deep-fake," Julian whispered, a cold realization washing over him. "The 'Wellness Zones' aren't sanctuaries. They’re rendering farms. They’re using the people they captured to generate the content to lure the ones they haven't."