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It had been thirteen hours since Amy Hapgood had been trapped nude in the small room. She had been forced to perform for anonymous strangers on the internet twice. She had displayed her tits and cunt, confessed (under duress) that she deserved to be raped, and she had swallowed horse cum out of hunger, thirst and fear. She had even allowed the wicked dildo mounted against the bed to ejaculate what her captors described as fertile human sperm into her womb.
She wasn’t too worried about pregnancy, or at least not yet. She had been on birth control before her abduction, and while she didn’t know how long she had been here before waking, she thought that it was less than 24 hours since she had last taken a pill.
What she *was* worried about was her bladder. She had been holding it in since she got here, but the room had no toilet – not even a pot, litterbox, or visible drain on the floor.
So it was with some relief when the computerised voice – the only way her captors seemed to communicate with her – made an announcement.
“Toileting cycle. Please enter the bathing room. Void your bladder and bowels and ensure that the cleaning fluids reach every part of your body, including your cunt and anus. Failure to comply with the cleaning process will result in discipline.”
And with those words, part of the wall slid to the side, revealing a small adjacent room lined in white tiles.
Amy was amazed. She had thoroughly investigated every part of her cell, and found no hint of a door in that location – no cracks, no hollow sounds when she had tapped. Nothing. She wondered what other secrets might be hidden in the room.
She entered the adjoining room. It had nozzles that were clearly intended to deploy water, set into the ceiling, walls, and floor. There was a drain in the floor with a very solid-looking metal grate over it. And there was a toilet.
Amy immediately made use of the toilet to do her business. She had thought for a moment that her captors may have something more degrading in mind for her, but she supposed that a traditional lavatory was the simplest and cleanest way to dispose of her excrement.
When she was done, she rose – and almost immediately the jets began to spurt high-pressure water into the room. There was nowhere to hide from it, and Amy squealed as she was immediately drenched. The water was ice cold, bringing up goosebumps on her skin.
Some of the jets were squirting soap, she realised, as her skin developed a lather. It was an uncomfortable way to take a shower, but Amy turned around, raising her arms to let the water wash every part of her. Remembering her instructions, she squatted over a jet on the floor and spread her cunt lips to let it wash the remaining cum out of her cunt, and then bent over and spread her buttocks to give a wall jet access to her anus.
After a while, the water stopped, and hot air began to blow. Amy was quickly blow-dried.
“Exit the bathing room,” said the voice. “You will receive one toileting cycle every 12 hours. If you need to void your bladder outside of the cycle, you must seek permission from the feed. Urinating without permission will result in discipline.”
Amy stepped out of the room, and the wall sealed seamlessly shut behind her.
“Next show will begin in seven hours and thirty minutes,” said the computerised voice.
And then the lights went out.
There was nothing to do in the dark, sterile room except sleep. Or masturbate.
Amy climbed into bed, rubbed her pussy a little, and then fell asleep.
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“Next show will begin in one hour,” said the voice, and the lights came on, waking Amy up.
“Cosmetics are available to make you less ugly,” added the voice.
Another section of wall had slid away to extrude a small bench. Atop the bench were various items of make-up, including lipsticks, concealer, mascara, and others. There was also a hair brush.
Amy rose to investigate the bench. There was a small mirror. There was also a little pamphlet showing her how to apply three different make-up looks – “babydoll”, “e-girl” and “whore”. Amy was already very capable in using make-up, but she took these to be three “recommended” looks for her.
She hated them all. She had, after all, written a whole article about how e-girls were disgusting sluts for sexualising themselves for male attention.
The voice hadn’t told her she needed to use the make-up. There had been no mention of discipline. It was bad enough that she was kept here nude – she didn’t want to voluntarily sexualise herself as well.
But she was thirsty again. And the only way to cure her thirst in this room was to drink from the cock. And the cock would only produce something for her to drink when one of the anonymous online trolls tipped her. And that meant pleasing them.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look great. Even after the shower and sleep, she still looked like she had been crying. Her face was a little puffy and her hair was in disarray.
Would the trolls know she had had the option to pretty up her face for them, and chosen not to? If so, they wouldn’t like it. They would be crueller to her before they gave her a tip. They might even use the “punish” button to shock her cunt, which Amy hated with a passion.
And so she found herself sitting on the bed and using the supplies on the bench to make herself look more fuckable. She followed the “e-girl” pattern to apply long, thick false lashes, to make her eyes look bigger, and to apply a sexual-arousal blush to her cheek. She used an excessively-teenaged pink lipstick on her lips, and added gloss and glitter. She brushed her hair until it was straight and lustrous.
When she was done, she looked in the mirror, and immediately hated herself. She looked like a horny, empty-headed sixteen-year-old slut.
The trolls were going to love her.
When she returned the make-up to the bench, it vanished smoothly back into the wall.
And after a while, the screen lit up, and the video image of Amy appeared on the screen.
The trolls were already waiting.
CuntAbuser33: and just like that, the bitch is back
TitsForAll: look at her face. she’s all dolled up
Master-aaron: i knew the unwilling thing was fake – she’s just a normal egirl slut
fun4all87: fuck no it’s hotter if she hates it
CuntAbuser33: what do you say bitch? were you lying about being unwilling?
TitsForAll: hit the punish button if she says no
fun4all87: i cant afford that
CuntAbuser33: i can. What’s your answer, bitch?
“No!” Amy protested. “It’s true! I was abducted! Someone is holding me prisoner here! Please, you’ve got to get me help! This isn’t okay! Please!”
CuntAbuser33: wrong answer bitch
Amy screamed and fell to the bed as the implants in her labia delivered an agonising electric shock. She sobbed with pain.
TitsForAll: try again
She stared at the screen through eyes bleary with the beginnings of tears. All the names in chat were people who had been there last time, and who had already refused to help. Were there other people watching but not chatting? Or were the only people who could see her ones who had already accepted her torture?
“CuntAbuser33” clearly had enough money to pay to shock her. She had no idea how much the punish button cost – enough that many of her viewers couldn’t waste money on it, apparently. But it was entirely possible that one or more people watching the stream could shock her again and again until she obeyed. And even one shock was more than she wanted.
fun4all87: squeeze your fuckmelons and rub your cunt while you talk
CuntAbuser33: hurry up bitch – i have another shock with your name on it
She decided to comply for now, and resume her protest if she saw signs in the chat of someone who might be convinced to help her.
She got up on her knees on the bed, and began to obediently squeeze her breasts with her left hand and gently stroke her clitoris with her right.
“I was lying about being unwilling,” she said. “That was just a… a gimmick. I’m sorry. I’m here of my own free will and I like showing you my body.”
fun4all87: say you’re a lying cunt
“I’m a lying cunt,” said Amy.
And then there was the sound she had been waiting for – the “ding” of a tip being paid by a viewer. Amy threw herself at the dildo at the foot of the bed and clamped her mouth over it. A moment later, the dildo spurted its mixture of horse cum, nutrients and aphrodisiac drugs into her mouth, and Amy swallowed it eagerly, grateful for the moisture and nutrition.
It wasn’t nearly enough, though. Amy had swallowed less than a glass of cum on each of her two previous feeds, and she knew she needed more to survive.
leash-the-whore: is this real? is it really that hapgood cunt or just AI
Master-aaron: we think its really her
TitsForAll: every bitch has an e-whore inside
Amy got back on her knees and resumed fingering her cunt. It felt good, and it might make them give her another tip.
“I’m really Amy Hapgood,” she said. “Please tell people I’m here.”
DannyBoy1995: Evening gents! I just got here, what did I miss?
CuntAbuser33: the bitch confessed she’s here of her own free will
TitsForAll: she just likes showing off her twat on the internet
DannyBoy1995: Seriously?
fun4all87: check the “best of” clips. it’s already there.
Amy stopped rubbing her cunt. “Best of” clips? Did they mean that her stream was recorded? People could refer back to things she had said and done? Maybe even… share them?
DannyBoy1995: Oh, wow. She says she’s a lying cunt and everything.
leash-the-whore: but it says on the sign above the bed that she’s not here of her own free will
CuntAbuser33: yeah it’s a gimmick. She’s playing mind games.
leash-the-whore: but isn’t it hotter if it’s not? like if someone is forcing her to be here?
fun4all87: absolutely
leash-the-whore: do you think they raped her? do you think there’s clips of her being raped?
“No one raped me,” said Amy.
DannyBoy1995: But you would have deserved it if they had, right, Amy?
“No!” said Amy, indignantly.
Then she screamed, as her cunt implants shocked her again.
fun4all87: rofl
leash-the-whore: what happened to her?
DannyBoy1995: I pressed the punish button. Because she’s lying. That’s not what she believes.
“Yes, it is!” squealed Amy. “It is! I don’t deserve to be raped!”
DannyBoy1995: I’m looking at a transcript right now, Amy.
DannyBoy1995: It’s from your appearance on the “Talking Journalism with Dana Bass” podcast.
DannyBoy1995: Dana asked you about the fact that many of the e-girls you wrote about were raped after you doxxed them in your article.
DannyBoy1995: And here’s your reply – and I quote.
DannyBoy1995: “Who cares? If a girl goes around showing her tits and cunt on the internet, she kind of deserves to be raped.”
DannyBoy1995: And Dana says, “Just to be clear, you’re saying that e-girls deserve to be raped?”
DannyBoy1995: And you say, “That’s right, Dana. E-girls deserve to be raped.”
There was a pause in the chat, then:
fun4all87: damn she may need a cream for that burn
leash-the-whore: that’s hot. i love it when girls encourage misogyny
CuntAbuser33: wish there was a button where we could pay to rape her
Leash-the-whore: she’d look so hot being raped. i bet she’d cry but cum anyway.
Amy was blushing bright red. She had never intended those things to apply to *her*. She had meant *real* internet sluts – ones who chose to do it. She hated that she was trapped here, nude, rubbing her cunt while reading degrading comments on the internet.
DannyBoy1995: Say the things you said in the interview. Say them here.
Amy didn’t want to. She was aware now that the things she did were recorded. If she said it, it would likely end up in one of these “best of” clips, able to be played and replayed for viewers endlessly.
DannyBoy1995: Say it and I’ll tip you.
“Girls who show their tits and cunts on the internet deserve to be raped,” she said, reluctantly, blushing.
Ding!
She dropped to all fours to suck another dose of cum and nutrients out of the cock. She hated how she was already coming to associate the taste with being rewarded and with having her needs met.
DannyBoy1995: And the rest.
“E-girls deserve to be raped,” said Amy.
Ding!
Another dose of delicious cum.
DannyBoy1995: And what does that mean for you, bitch?
She didn’t understand for a moment – and then she did.
She didn’t want to say it. She blushed and looked down.
Zap!
She screamed and clutched her cunt.
DannyBoy1995: Say it.
“I deserve to be raped,” she whispered.
DannyBoy1995: Louder.
“I deserve to be raped!” Amy said, louder.
Ding!
She couldn’t believe how hungry she was for cum, as she swallowed another spurt from the cock.
leash-the-bitch: fuck I just nutted. so hot hearing her say that.
CuntAbuser33: make her fuck the cock
TitsForAll: yeah fuck the cock bitch
DannyBoy1995: Do you want more tips, Amy?
“Yes, please,” said Amy. She needed to drink more cum if she was going to stay healthy and well-fed. “I mean, yes, please, sir.”
DannyBoy1995: Then fuck the cock, Amy. And while you fuck it, I want to hear you repeat that you deserve to be raped. After you say it 50 times, I’ll give you three tips, okay?
Three tips while she fucked the cock would mean three doses of live, viable sperm into her womb. She hoped her birth control was still working. It wouldn’t be for much longer.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
She backed herself up onto the plastic cock, feeling it slip between her wet pussy lips and into her fuckhole. Then she began to hump it.
“I deserve to be raped,” she muttered. “I deserve to be raped. I deserve to be raped. I deserve to be raped…”
She orgasmed somewhere around the 35th repetition, and again on the 45th. At 50, DannyBoy1995 was true to his word. She heard the “ding” of the tip jar three times, and then a veritable hose of semen fired into her twat, blasting into her womb.
She jumped off the cock and cupped her hands under her pussy, eager to catch as much of the salty sperm as possible and transfer it to her hungry mouth.
As she did, the computerised voice spoke.
“The feed is ending,” it said. “The next show will begin in six hours.”
And then the screen went dark, and Amy was once again alone in her prison, with nothing to do except masturbate and eat anonymous cum as it leaked out of her cunt.
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