Madison Beer Blowjob Deepfake Novels & Stories

“There’s a million dollars in the card. That’s how much I’m paying you to stand in for Clarice and let them kiss you for three minutes.” Anise felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest as he watched him leave. She never agreed to this part of the deal and wanted to leave, but Arthur’s friends had pinned her down. They brought in a stray dog out of nowhere and seized it by its jaw to pull its tongue out. They proceeded to force Anise to kiss the creature while degrading her. “Clarice has been telling us what kind of woman you are. She says you even have your pictures in bed leaked and spread all over the company? How dare a promiscuous, dirty woman like you try to seduce Arthur!”

Popular Politician’s Daughter Zoella Ivy Monroe Walks Out of Her Wedding to Businessman and Socialite Liam Forrester. The thumbnail alone made my stomach drop in a mix of dread and anxiety. There was an image of me caught mid swing, with the bouquet in hand, my eyes blazing and my veil slightly crooked. “Oh, God…” My hand flew to my mouth before I hit play. The video didn’t waste time loading. It jumped straight to the part where Madison was bent over, Liam on top of her, his voice so loud it made my insides curdle: “Come all over Daddy’s dick.”

"Madison is... convenient. Beautiful, connected. But she's not you." I felt my skin crawl. "I'm not interested. I have Roy and Ryan. That's not changing." He sipped his wine, watching me over the rim. "That's the problem," he said softly. "They stand in the way." I started to stand. He slid his phone across the table. I froze. Photos. Me—naked, in compromising positions that never happened. Deepfakes. Good ones. Convincing enough to fool anyone who didn't know better.

The tall man pursed his lips and asked his partner, Maybe he didn't know English. "Miss Wisdom" "Leave the girl" The black man standing next to him shook his head and said that he was now staring at the Xavier who had got up. "Half Det Sam" "Take him too." The tall black man gritted his teeth. And as soon as he said that, the black farms were now moving towards Xavier. Xavier did not resist in any way. They were now grabbing him with both arms and dragging him away. A man was carrying the girl and was dragging Xavier right behind her. Xavier 's eyes were on the rifle hanging from his shoulders. The rifle had silencers mounted on its mouth, which did not allow the sound of fire to be heard.

But we need to move fast. Malakai's grip on the phone tightened. He scrolled. [Mum – 7:19 a.m: Malakai. Call me immediately. This is brilliant. Maddison is exactly what the family needs.] He kept scrolling. [Andrei – 8:11 a.m: What the actual fuck is going on? Maddison just posted that you're engaged. Tell me this is a hack or deepfake or some sick joke. Call me NOW.] Malakai's breathing had gone shallow.

Madison managed to yell, her legs still shaking, “I’m not a hooker and my friend here is not one too. Would you fucking leave us alone?” All the men who surrounded them began to laugh. “Right. Well you sure are dressed like one. I know your type, bitch!" One of the men spat out, forcefully pulling Madison to his chest despite her struggling and putting a firm hand on her waist, letting his eyes move over her breasts, he leaned in and placed a wet kiss to Madison's neck. "Let me go!" Madison yelled, pushing away but to no avail.

“What are your safe words again, Boy?” “The colour system. Green for good, Yellow for slow down, and Red for stop immediately.” He smiled and put a blindfold over my eyes. “As we have discussed, I have only topped in order to save that part of myself for you. I know you are okay either way. Today I will top you so I can mark you and then we will explore me being the most dominating power bottom in existence. I will be using the horse wipe on you back and ass before taking you forcefully. You will not be allowed release today so I will be using a cock ring on you. Even when I bite you will get no release. If you behave I will have a reward for you where I MAY let you cum.”

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.

I chuckled and asked, "Are you really sure the person in the videos is you?" Frowning, Madison said innocently, "Phoebe, I know you don't like me, but the person in those videos is really me. Although I didn't show my face, look at these hands. Aren't they exactly the same as the ones in the videos?" "Indeed." I nodded. But then, I stretched out my own hands for everyone to see. "Now, take a look at my hands. Aren't they exactly the same as the ones in the videos?"

“How long were you watching, Madison?” “Long enough.” I couldn’t lie. Not with the evidence right there. Marcus reached down and opened the laptop again. The video was still going. The woman was bent over now, ass up, and he was pounding into her from behind. The sounds were obscene. Wet slaps. Her desperate moans. He looked at the screen, then back at me. “You like what you see?” I should have said no. Should have run. Instead I nodded, shame and lust twisting together in my belly.