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

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

My room smelled like vanilla body spray and arousal. I was sitting on my bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, the bottom of my ass barely covered. The pink LED lights in my room cast a soft glow over everything as I adjusted my laptop camera. It was 1:43 AM. I took a deep breath, turned on my stream, and immediately forced a sweet smile. “Hey babies… it’s your girl, Luna,” I said softly, waving at the camera. “I missed you guys today.”

No, my own toys and the leather cuffs would be the experience de jour. I prepared the Rocket Ship and Trip Around Uranus, having purchased a large bottle of lube before heading North, and got my laptop streaming to the TV. This was going to be a far more immersive experience compared to watching the laptop screen. I then logged into PornHub and searched for some videos I had not seen before. It seemed that there was a never ending supply of content for me to choose. I filtered only 4k videos to take advantage of the TV and only videos over 15 minutes. My plan was to be daring and pick a 1 hour edging pattern so I needed to find a couple videos to add to a playlist. For the last one I picked

“Big girls learn to wait. Show me how bad you want it tonight.” I rubbed her clit real light with my thumb. Just enough. Her hips jerked up. She let out this needy moan that went straight to my cock. I’d set everything up earlier. Small cameras hidden around the room. One on her face and tits. One zoomed in close on her pussy. One for the whole bed. The streaming app sat open on my laptop across the room. Muted for now. Ready. Tonight wasn’t just for me. Tonight the whole damn internet was gonna watch my girl.

Their eyes met through the steam, his dark with something frighteningly close to love, hers wide with secrets she hadn’t voiced. For a moment, it worked. She melted, hips rolling against his hand, soft moans echoing off the marble. The intimacy felt real. Healing. His thumb pressed firmer on her clit, drawing her closer to the edge as water streamed between their bodies. Then her gaze drifted upward. In the corner of the ceiling, tucked behind the recessed lighting, was another small black dome. A camera. Blinking faintly, its lens catching every second of their vulnerability, the way her head fell back, the way his hand worked between her legs, the raw emotion on both their faces.

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

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

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

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