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Tipping just to keep the screen alive. I turned to Damien and pressed a finger to his lips before he could speak. “Quiet for ten seconds,” I whispered. “Then you get everything you’ve been paying for.” His eyes darkened and he nodded once. I could see the pulse hammering in his throat. I walked to the laptop, leaned over the camera so my bréasts filled most of the frame, and hit the live button again. The chat exploded instantly. maskedvixen is back! where were u baby

Cleaning my body of the mess took a while, and then I slipped into a skimpy top. My body buzzed with the warmth of my orgasm, and it felt like eyes were watching me. It was a thrilling feeling, and one I would miss. I was willing to give it all up though, if it meant I could be with Lucius’s. Still, the stream wasn’t over yet. I would bask in the feeling of having thousands of people watching me with desire. I hadn’t expected much when I’d opened an account on Lantern, one of the biggest cam sites. It never failed to amaze me how many people liked me enough to subscribe to my account.

Luna Iris’s POV “I want to see you squirt.” I blurted out my feelings, in the midst of my heavy breathing and deep moans. One of the reasons why I have always wanted to have lesbian sex was because I wanted to see and taste what women squirt was. “Ouuu!!! Our client for the day wants cum to run down her throat.” The Luna that was eating me out said joyfully and clapped her hands. She stood up from beneath and moved upwards to my face.

Terry was leaning against the counter, facing away from her, talking animatedly with someone. She clicked on the browser history and looked at the first few listings. The first one was something called "Webcamnow.com." She opened it. The site came up quickly. On the left, a button directed her to connect a camera. She followed down through the menus, filling in the information needed until it showed her a picture of herself, sitting at Terry's desk. She turned on the lamp to adjust the light and set the focus of the camera. Proud of herself, she sat back and waited for Terry to return. Next to the video of herself, a chat browser started filling with comments. "Wow! Are you beautiful!"

Omegas were awfully fertile. She swallowed around a large lump in her throat. “How does this all get started, exactly?” Larisa laughed, the sound like the pealing of little bells. “It’s already started, newbie.” Leda gaze followed where Larisa pointed and she saw the small camera mounted in the corner of the room and to the ceiling, it panned back and forth in a small arc. A little red light blinked on one side, constant and hypnotizing. She stared as the camera rotated to face them, wondering who was watching on the other end and what they would expect from her.

The crypt was a furnace of wax and cunt-heat. I woke tied to the crimson chaise, wrists and ankles raw from silk rope now soaked with sweat and my own slick. The candle holder had burned low, flames licking black candles down to stubs, and dripping wax like cum onto the stone. Five cameras—four Bolex and one digital—blinked red, live, and feeding 73,912 viewers on the dark web. Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE”.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

There was always the odd informant or agent who tried to get through their security but most of them were dealt with quickly and quietly. The club also ran the website where the girls were able to do webcam appearance and make extra cash if they wanted. Nothing was forced. They were given a safe space to work in one of the two web rooms in the back and the split was eighty-twenty with the club taking the lesser portion.

The Kane sisters had become the darkest obsession on the internet. After the “Abyss of Filth” stream, Kane Veil subscriptions crossed four million. Clips of Sophia and Aurora drinking each other’s piss, licking cum from each other’s holes, and screaming while being destroyed side by side were now the most traded content in the entire dark web. Tonight’s stream was titled “Sisters Consumed.”

Running my hand through my hair, I tried to make sense of it all. Lady Inferno… was really my wife. And she had just caught me spying on her. Fuck. This was bad. Really bad. I stepped into my room, shut the door, and went straight to my laptop. I typed in the search bar: Lady Inferno livestream. No surprise, the livestream had ended. But as I expected, other people had screen-recorded it. I clicked on the posts and saw it. The moment she had been touching herself, moaning for the livestream before I barged in. The moment she caught my eyes on her and snapped out of it, quickly ending the stream.