Nymphomania: An Emily Willis Story

SCENE OPENS on Katherine (Emily Willis), a 19-year-old patient, as she is dragged through the halls of the hospital she lives in by a male orderly (Chad White). She is kicking, biting, and screaming in a long straight jacket that envelopes most of her petite frame. Her fuzzy blue socks slip on the floor as she struggles, begging the man to take her back to her room. She promises not to do it again! But the man silently pulls her through a set of double doors and into an empty white room where the chief psychiatrist (Michael Vegas) is quietly waiting for her. The orderly slams her down in a chair in front of him and goes to wait by the doors.

‘Katherine,’ the psychiatrist begins calmly. ‘How many times do we need to go over this? It’s a strict rule in this facility that you cannot have sexual intercourse with the other patients!’ He leans closely into Katherine’s face and stares her down, as she turns her head. ‘I’m sorry, doctor,’ she whispers. ‘I couldn’t help myself … I can’t control it.’

The doctor steps back and pulls up a chair to face her. ‘Katherine, I fear that your disorder is going to continue to put you in harm’s way,’ he continues. ‘Do you forget what happened a few months ago with the patient in zone B?’ Katherine shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. Her mind flashes back to the image of a terrifying man behind bars, coaxing her to come inside with him. ‘Do you remember the beating? The way he tore you up?’ the psychiatrist continues. ‘How he nearly took everything away from you? Almost took your life away from you?’

Katherine opens her eyes as tears well up. ‘Please don’t talk about it,’ she begs. ‘I can’t think about it anymore!’ The psychiatrist continues to berate her, suggesting that her nymphomania provoked it, that she is to blame for all her transgressions, that she won’t stop no matter how rough it gets, and that one day it’ll mean the end of her if she doesn’t stick to her treatments like a good girl.

Finally, Katherine screams at the doctor to stop. Covering her ears and crying, she begs to be taken back to her room. The psychiatrist smiles. ‘This is your final warning, Katherine,’ he says, becoming calm again. ‘You will complete your abstinence program, which means no sex, no masturbating, no touching yourself of any kind.’ As he makes his final warning, the orderly steps back in and calmly picks Katherine up and carries the nervous woman out of the room.

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Several days later. The orderly is doing his rounds, when he peers in on Katherine’s room. She is on the floor by her bed, naked except for her white cotton panties. Her legs are spread wide and the patient is choking herself with one hand while using the other to finger her wet pussy. Authoritatively, the orderly opens the door and storms into the room, chasing the scrambling girl back to her bed. In a panic, she pleads with him not to say anything. She doesn’t want to be restrained again. The orderly laughs in her face. ‘Well, you should have done what you were told then!’ he sneers. ‘Now, I’m going to do what I’ve been told … and take you back to the doctor. Your actions have consequences, Katherine!’ He slams her down on the bed and begins to put her in her jacket, as she begs and pleads for mercy.

CUT TO the white room. The double doors bust open and the restrained girl is tossed on the floor at the feet of her psychiatrist. She cowers beneath him, as the orderly tells him that he caught her masturbating and trying to auto-asphyxiate herself. The psychiatrist shakes his head as she cries out, ‘Please, doctor. Please! I am so sorry, I won’t do it again. I promise! Please don’t send me down to B. Please have mercy!’

He leans in close again, grabbing her chin in his hand. ‘I guess this is just who you are, isn’t it?’ he says condescendingly. ‘You’d rather have sex and suffer the consequences than just control yourself?’ She shakes anxiously.

Dropping her back to the ground, the psychiatrist begins to slut shame her as he circles the restrained girl. He tells her that she is the one to blame. She keeps provoking her partners. She keeps putting herself in these situations for a reason. It’s the intensity she craves. The roughness. The patient in B was just a warm up for what she really wants. Men that will hurt her and punish her for the slut that she is. She probably deserves it all.

As he rants, Katherine begins to cry. She is traumatized by her own thoughts and actions and begs her doctor to stop being so cruel. She looks back at the orderly and notices him rubbing himself over his scrubs. He smiles at her. Looking back at the psychiatrist, she reiterates that she can’t help it. She can’t control herself. ‘Are you ready to go back to B? Because we won’t protect you this time!’ the psychiatrist coos. Katherine pleads for forgiveness. ‘Please, please don’t make me go back there!’ she cries. ‘I’ll stop, I promise. I won’t be able to take it again, doctor. Please I’ll do anything you want!’

The psychiatrist and the orderly look at each other and smirk. ‘You’re such a selfish little nympho,’ he says, taking off his jacket. ‘You only care about pleasing yourself. What about your partners? Are they pleased when they’re through with you and your holes?’ Katherine asks what he is talking about. ‘You love sex more than anything, don’t you? You’d do it with practically anybody, wouldn’t you?’ he continues, slipping off his shoes.

She looks around confused. ‘I have a condition,’ she says slowly. ‘And what about how we feel?’ he asks. ‘We have to tolerate your bullshit and disobedience every day … without any kind of relief. Don’t you think you should be a little more grateful to us?’ As the psychiatrist says this, both men pull their cocks out of their pants. At first Katherine looks away in shock and closes her eyes. The men move their cocks closer to her face. She bites her lip. She can feel them near and it drives her insane. She starts to writhe in her straight jacket. ‘That isn’t professional,’ she mumbles, her eyes still closed.

The psychiatrist asks if she wants them to remove her straight jacket. She nods nervously. The psychiatrist asks if she wants to be taken back to her room. She nods again, opening her eyes to stare at the cocks surrounding her. She is almost salivating. ‘Then you need to be a good girl and let us have a piece of you too … just like everybody else,’ the psychiatrist orders. The orderly chimes in. ‘Are you going to agree with your doctor?’ he asks. She stares at him, holding his cock, before turning back to the psychiatrist. ‘Yes … sir,’ she says slowly, biting her lip and squeezing her legs together on the floor.

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Future Darkly: The Aura Doll

SCENE opens on the outdoor patio of a quiet cafÃ(c). Becca (Whitney Wright), a mild-mannered college student, sits quietly reading when her friend arrives with a pair of coffees. Putting her book aside, they hug and sit down to catch up, sipping their beverages and small talking about life and their plans for the next semester. Becca’s phone suddenly buzzes. It’s a notification from a dating site she’s subscribed to, telling her she’s got a new match. Becca looks embarrassed, but her friend encourages her to swipe and check out the man’s profile. After all, she did say she wanted to get out more after her breakup, right? Becca nods. The man is handsome, older, and has messaged her, asking if she would be interested in a threesome with him and his girlfriend. The thought of this makes Becca blush but her friend encourages her to write back. ‘That app is vetted, I use it all the time!’ she says. ‘What’s the worst that’s going to happen? You have a funny story to tell?’ Becca bites her lip and asks for reassurance. Should she should really write him back? The friend nods. ‘Totally,’ she says, sipping her coffee as the camera pans down Becca’s unsure face to the profile she is staring at.

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Becca stands in the bathroom mirror, in her bra and panties. She is staring at herself, trying to psych herself up for her date when her phone buzzes again. The man she met on the app, Robert, has texted her directly. ‘We can’t wait to meet you tonight!’    She bites her lip before turning back to stare at herself in the mirror.    A slight smirk crosses her face. She’s excited.

Cut to Robert’s house. Becca knocks and nervously straightens herself out, when Robert (Tommy Pistol) opens the door. He is calm and inviting, exclaiming how breathtakingly beautiful she is and extending his hand to lead her inside. The living room has been set up with candles, which he offers, and she accepts. They small talk for a few minutes, mostly about how nervous and excited they both are. It’s their first time doing this. Becca is very charmed by the mild-mannered man and even allows herself to get closer to him, as they both start to gear up for their hookup together. But someone is missing. She casually asks Robert where his girlfriend is. ‘Oh, she’s just in the next room,’ he says confidently. ‘We were putting the finishing touches on dinner. Would you like to meet her?’ Becca nods and they stand up to walk in the other room, where a full dinner has been laid out on a nicely decorated dining table.

A woman sits frozen at the end of the table, her back to Becca. Robert starts to rant about the lovely meal they have prepared and how excited his girlfriend, Harper, is about their night together while Becca stares at the woman’s backside. A chill runs down her spine. Why isn’t the woman moving? She slowly turns to look at the man whose hand is now grazing her back. ‘Robert….?’ She begins to say when, nervously, the man pulls Becca into the room fully to introduce Harper. A silicone love doll, dressed neatly in a party dress, has been propped up in a chair waiting for them. Becca’s eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open in shock, as she backs away from the table and the man’s grasp. ‘What is wrong with you?’ She gasps, grabbing her bag while he chases after her.

Robert pleads with her to stop, to listen to him, to listen to them. Yes, it is an unconventional relationship, but his love for Harper goes far beyond just a toy. Since his actual wife died years ago, she has been his only true source of comfort. The only woman who wouldn’t reject him. It was her attention and affection that helped him gain the confidence to start dating again. To try the app. It was her loyalty that made him feel like a whole person again. Couldn’t she please just try to be understanding? She seemed so open-minded while they were chatting. Harper isn’t just a doll, she is a real woman, just one made of silicone. If she would only stay and try it, she might even enjoy the experience. As Robert rambles on, Becca backs up to the door, her mind racing. She is able to stammer ‘No thank you. I’m not interested. Please don’t contact me again!’ before running off into the night.

That night, as Becca lies in bed, she dreams that Harper is lying beside her. In her dream, she begins to caress and kiss the silicone woman’s body as the camera cuts back and forth between her fantasy and her tossing in her bed. Finally, she opens her eyes to find herself alone and breathing heavily.

The next day, Becca sits beside her bed, distracted. She keeps picking up the phone but there has been no contact from Robert. She stares at his profile longingly, wishing she could see Harper’s face too.

Later that evening, Becca lays on her bed, looking at her laptop.    She searches ‘silicone woman’ and pulls up a website called AuraDolls.com. Scrolling through it, she discovers the Harper model and stares at it. She can’t help but be turned on by the thought of being with her. She knows what she needs to do. She closes the laptop and, grabbing her purse, leaves the apartment.

Robert sits in his bedroom, quietly reading beside Harper, when he hears someone slam the front door and run up his stairs.    Nervously, he gets out of bed to confront them when Becca appears in his bedroom doorway. She is frazzled and full of adrenaline. ‘Becca! How did you get in here?’ He asks, confused. She walks up and kisses him boldly on the mouth. ‘I let myself in, I hope you don’t mind.’ She whispers. It’s the first time a real woman has kissed him in years and Robert melts at her touch. She looks at the doll sitting in the bed. ‘I want to try it,’ she whispers in his ear. Robert starts to tear up, as he looks at the two women in his bedroom. He takes Becca’s hand and pulls back the cover to his bed to invite her in.

Tentatively, Becca begins to caress Harper’s face, asking Robert if she can kiss Harper. Robert hops onto the bed and puts his arm around Harper, telling Becca that she’s very affectionate. Becca climbs up onto the bed and moves towards Harper. She confesses to Robert that she’s very nervous, but he reassures her, telling her that there’s nothing to be nervous about. Becca can treat her like a real person. Becca delicately kisses Harper’s soft lips before turning her attention to Robert and kissing him. Soon the two pull away from each other and slowly peel the negligee off of Harper’s chest. Robert leads Becca in caressing Harper’s full breasts as Becca gasps. Robert takes off Becca’s shirt as she lays down next to Harper. Slipping off the rest of Becca’s clothes, Robert trails kisses down her thighs, lightly tonguing her clit before spreading Harper’s legs and licking her pussy. Alternating between Harper and Becca, Robert eats both of them out hungrily.

Becca may have been hesitant at first, but now that she’s gotten to know Harper, can she ever live without the Aura Doll again?

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Seven Minutes In Hell

Laura (Jaye Summers) sits alone on a set of stairs and watches quietly as a party carries on. It’s late into the night at this point, and what was presumably started as a crowded, high energy event has started to wind down as most of the partygoers have left by now, the basement littered with red cups, beverage bottles, bowls of chips, and a general state of messiness left behind. The 10 or so teens who remain are chilling around the room as party music plays softly in the background, most talking in twos or small groups with Laura being the odd one out. One of the guys bounds down the stairs excitedly holding a red cup filled with liquid in each hand, brushing into Laura as he passes and almost spilling the beverages on her, and she makes an uncomfortable face as he passes her unapologetically.

Laura continues to sit in silence for a little while, and it becomes clear that she’s not just watching the party, but staring at one guy in particular – Vince (Zac Wild) – as he laughs and jokes along with a pretty girl across the room. She looks on with a bit of envy, clearly wishing she could take the place of the girl he’s talking to.

Just then, her fixation on him is broken when Janet, the party host and Laura’s best friend, gets everybody’s attention by flashing her tits. She laughs and says good, now that she’s got everybody’s attention, it’s time to bring some life back into this party – who’s up for a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven? Everyone groans and mocks her for such a dumb suggestion. She explains that they’re all 18 here so this isn’t going to be some lame-ass PG-13 kiss on the lips shit – anything goes as long as both people consent to it. She holds up a fistful of ripped paper scraps and waves them in the air – she’s written down everybody’s name on the paper – yeah, EVERYBODY she says as a couple of the teens chuckle nervously – and she’s going to pull out one guy’s name and one girl’s name. And they know the rest!

Janet quickly divides the scraps of paper into two hats, and then pulls two strips of paper out of the hat. She announces the two names, Felicia and Brad – Felicia being the girl that Vince was talking to earlier – and the two of them look at each other with nervous smiles and shrugs.    Janet tells them the clock is ticking as she starts a stopwatch app on her cell phone and then urges Brad and Felicia upstairs and starting the countdown. ‘Have fun, you two lovebirds!’ Janet mocks before heading back to the others who have settled back into party mode.

Janet looks around the room and sees Laura sitting by herself, and comes and sits next to her on the stairs. How is she liking the party so far? It’s fine, Laura replies. Liar, Janet says. She knows Laura’s been moping around staring at Vince all night and hasn’t said a word to him. Laura blushes, is it that obvious? Janet says absolutely, she’s just lucky that everyone their age is so self-centered that nobody has noticed. Laura ducks her head in her arms and moans, why can’t she just talk to him? Janet tells Laura that it’s easy, she just has to get up and say hi to him. Men like women that are forward.

After a minute or two of them talking, Felicia bursts out of the connected room. ‘Boooo!’ Janet says holding up her phone and pointing at it, they still had almost 5 minutes left! Felicia says nonchalantly that Brad was too hairy, it was disgusting, and she returns to the party without looking back. Brad comes back out the room too with an embarrassed shrug and tries to play it off as fine, some girls like a guy with a hairy chest. Felicia jokes that she wasn’t talking about his chest, and the rest of the partygoers ooh and laugh at Brad.

Janet gets back up and pulls out the next two pieces of paper. She opens the first one up, and we see it says ‘Vince’. She calls out his name and he raises his fists triumphantly, and a couple of his buddies wolf-whistle him in encouragement. Janet opens up the next slip of paper, and we can see the name ‘Janet’ written on it, but she closes it quickly without anybody else seeing it. ‘Laura!’ she calls out. Laura looks up, flustered, and says she didn’t think she was playing. Janet says of course, she told them that EVERYONE was playing. Laura tries to excuse herself, saying she’s fine sitting out, maybe Felicia would want to take her place since she didn’t use her full time… but as she’s saying this, Vince looks at Laura with a charming smile and tells her he likes the pairing as it is. Laura stutters, and Vince says reassuringly not to worry, he won’t bite. C’mon! Laura is wide-eyed and almost speechless, but she nods okay and gets up to follow him into the room. Janet closes the door with a mischievous grin and starts the timer.

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Vince turns to Laura and asks so, where should they start? Laura blushes and says he doesn’t have to do anything if he doesn’t want to, they can just talk… or even not talk, if he’d rather. Vince asks her why on earth he wouldn’t want to do something with her? She’s one of the cutest girls in school. Laura looks surprised to hear it, and says that she didn’t think he even knew who she was. He’s hardly ever talked to her. Vince explains that he didn’t want to screw up his chances or give her a bad impression by coming on too strong, she seemed like the type who didn’t like rowdy guys, and likes to keep to herself. He was waiting for her to make the first move. Laura blushes and says oh, she had no idea. Vince grins and says he guesses fate must have put them together tonight. Laura tells him she doesn’t mind if he comes on her… comes on to her! she corrects herself with embarrassment. Vince smirks and says he could even do both. Laura gasps and giggles nervously. Vince asks if she does really want to JUST talk. Laura shakes her head no, she wants more than that. Good, Vince replies, he does too.

They’re still in there! Kyle laughs as he, Janet and perhaps one or two other partygoers huddle around quietly after several minutes of not having heard from the two upstairs. Janet smirks and says she knows, it’s already been like ten minutes, things must be going well. Kyle mentions that there’s only one way to find out. Janet gets serious, no, hey, Kyle, don’t even think about it. Kyle has already started to walk away and says don’t worry, he’s not going to interrupt them, he’s just going to stick his head in for a quick peek. After all, what if he’s hurting her or something? Janet tells him that’s not funny and Kyle says he’s serious, wouldn’t Janet rather be safe than sorry? Janet reluctantly admits he has a point. Thank you! Kyle says arrogantly, and creeps upstairs to the door of the bedroom. He opens it quietly and edges his way through the door and into the room.

He sees that Vince and Laura are mid-fucking and stifles a laugh. Oh shit! he says to himself. He watches them fuck for a good solid minute, intrigued and bemused, as Laura is being very vocal, telling Vince don’t stop, keep going. Finally, Kyle sneaks back out. ‘They’re totally fucking!’ he says in a loud excited whisper, not just to Janet but to the whole room. Janet looks pissed at Kyle for telling everyone, but several others in the room start to gather towards him to gossip. Is he serious? Vince, with HER? Isn’t she a virgin though? and so on. Kyle relishes at being the one to tell them what he saw, how she was practically begging him for his dick. Janet looks increasingly upset, and tries to get them to respect Laura’s privacy, but others in the group insist that they want to see too, they won’t believe it until they see it. Slowly, people start to gather towards the bedroom, as shy Laura unsuspectingly continues to enjoy her seven minutes in heaven with her crush, unaware of the hell that’s about to unleash.

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Length                        : 1 018 MiB for 43 min 35 s 339 ms
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Balance of Power

SCENE OPENS on a small city council private office where a councilwoman, Janice Monroe (Angela White), is hard at work. She appears confident, and sharply dressed in a chic but no-nonsense business suit. We watch her work for several seconds from a male gaze POV, until her concentration is broken by a telephone call on her office phone.

She picks up, and though we don’t hear the sounds from the earpiece, Janice pulls the phone away from her ear in pain from an apparent shouting on the other end of the line. She asks the man on the other line, Bill, to calm down and explain what’s the problem. She does her best to collect herself as she listens, breathing deep and fidgeting with her suit and hair. She listens and replies, and from the one-sided conversation, we get the impression that Bill is a business owner calling to complain about losing a city contract bid.

Bill had spent weeks negotiating terms and another company swooped in and got the bid at the last second. Janice puts on a brave face and tries to assure him that everything was above board, and that the winning bid was just at a better rate than what Bill’s company was offering, but Bill insists that it’s not possible, he has ties with all the local suppliers and there’s no way anybody else in town could match his bid. Janice reprimands Bill telling him that if he wants to meet formally to discuss the issue, he’s welcome to schedule an appointment, but she warns him that he’d better think twice before speaking to her like that again or he risks closing the door on future negotiations. Bill tells Janice that he’s not the only one who thinks things have been fishy lately, and that she’d better remember that it’s her constituents who pay her bills each week. Through gritted teeth, Janice thanks Bill for being a concerned citizen, and slams the phone back in the cradle in frustration. As soon as she’s hung up, Janice’s brave face and confident posture dissolve, and she collapses back into her chair and puts her head on her desk in tears.

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We cut back to Janice’s office an indeterminate time later. She’s stopped crying and is back at work, though with none of the confidence or determination she exhibited earlier. She is clearly having trouble concentrating, rubbing her eyes wearily and swearing to herself under her breath. Before long, the door to her office opens and in struts Garrett (Zac Wild), a cocky smarmy-looking businessman who strolls up to greet her and — rather than sitting on the chair facing her – sits straight on the corner of the desk. Looking uncomfortable, Janice quietly moves her papers and other clutter away from his intrusive form seated on her desk. She tells Garrett that she’s very busy right now, and asks what he wants. He says that he’s sure she has time for a little chat, she always manages to make time for him. Looking bothered and anxious, Janice gets up from her seat and goes to close her office door discreetly. When she looks back, Garrett is now sitting in her seat. She asks him to get out of her seat. Instead, she seems pathetic and desperate here. Garrett gives her a greasy smile and pats his lap, telling her there’s plenty of room if she wants to join him. She turns her head, disgusted. Without looking back at Garrett, she asks what he wants.

Garrett explains in a patronizing tone that he’s not feeling satisfied with their current arrangement. He wants another favor. Janice looks flabbergasted — she’s already paid him off twice, and she just colluded to get his company his second city contract at a way higher rate than market value. Garrett says yes, that’s true, but that’s really more to help his business, but now he’s getting restless and he feels he wants to work on his personal brand, maybe even get into politics himself. He wants an endorsement from her to run for his own spot on the city council. Janice coldly says absolutely not — she can’t endorse a candidate with no political experience and dubious ties to criminal activity. It’ll draw too much attention, and could be career suicide for her. Garrett tells her he thinks she’s exaggerating, and feels he’d make a great candidate. He’s even come up with the perfect campaign slogan, ‘Make America Garrett Again’ he jokes.

Janice pleads with him — he needs to be reasonable. She’s given him everything he’s asked for, to the point where people are starting to get suspicious. Garrett says that that isn’t his problem, and he asks her where all that worry about getting caught was a few months ago when she was embezzling funds from the public office for her personal use. If only she’d been more careful then, she’d never be in this situation now. But she wasn’t, and all this is just the universe’s way of balancing things out. Janice gets more desperate — if he wants to keep his leverage, he has to be smart about this. She can’t help him if she gets indicted. Maybe they could revisit his proposal in a few months, after things have a chance to die down. Garrett admits that she makes good points, but he’s just not a patient guy. What is she going to give him to keep him happy in the meantime? Janice looks completely broken down — she doesn’t have anything left to offer him. He’s already taken everything from her — he’s robbed her of her independence, her pride, her happiness. What could possibly be left for him to take?

Garrett stands up from the office chair and says that he can think of one thing, and reaches out to stroke her breasts with his hand. Janice flinches and takes a step back. No, he can’t ask her to do… that! She’s a married woman, she could never do that to her husband. Garrett shrugs and wonders out loud if her husband would be any happier to find out she’s a thief, and a liar, have to visit her in prison… Nearly in tears, Janice asks Garrett how he can be so cruel, to ask her to do this. Garrett simply shrugs and says ‘because I can.’ Janice makes Garrett swear that if she lets him have his way with her, he’ll back down with all his demands. He agrees he’ll back down… for now. He asks if they have a deal and she says yes. In an instant, he moves in on her with a sleazy grin still on his face.

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Not Who She Seems

SCENE OPENS to Marcy (Natasha Nice) walking up the steps of a home, a backpack slung over her shoulder. Dylan (Mickey Mod), a young man in a business suit, opens the door and greets Marcy. Marcy is warm and bubbly, and cute to boot, introducing herself to Dylan, asking if he’s the cool dude that’s hosting her. Dylan, a little flustered with this attractive and inviting young woman, cheerfully says that that’s him! He welcomes her inside, telling her that although they used a couchsurfing-slash-couch-crashing app, she doesn’t actually have to stay on the actual couch. He has a guest room that she can use.

Marcy is pleased for the guest room, and follows along as he leads her to it. However, when Dylan’s not looking, she shiftily looks around, as if making note of where everything is.

Once she’s shown to her room, Marcy giggles and hugs into Dylan, thanking him for letting her stay. It’s so hard on the Internet since nobody’s as they seem. Dylan’s a little bashful at the attention. After they pull away, he says he’ll leave her to get settled and that he’s in the kitchen if she wants anything. He then leaves her be. As he does, Marcy’s smile fades. She takes out her cellphone, and texts ‘I’m in!’ to someone, then grins.

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CUT TO Marcy joining Dylan in the kitchen, sneakily taking pictures of Dylan’s valuables along the way with her cellphone, including a fancy camera. She asks about the camera, saying that her boyfriend is a photographer. Dylan seems a little taken aback that Marcy has a boyfriend, though remains friendly. ‘He doesn’t mind you going off on adventures on your own?’ he asks. ‘Nah, I’m a big girl,’ she responds with a flirty grin.

As if fearing she might be saying too much, she turns her attention back onto Dylan, distracting him with small talk. Whenever he’s distracted, she continues taking pictures of expensive belongings that are left out in the open.

Dylan then realizes what time it is. ‘Shoot, I’m going to be late,’ he scolds himself, looking a little frantic. She playfully tells him to hurry up and get to work. He doesn’t need to entertain her. She has plans for the day, anyway. ‘Okay, if you’re sure, although I’m happy to. Oh, that reminds me!’ He grabs a spare set of house keys and gives it to her. ‘That way you’re not stuck here,’ he says with a laugh. She smiles and thanks him for the keys, then cheerfully sees him off.

As soon as Dylan’s gone, she checks her phone again and sees a text. The words praise her on what she’s taken pictures of so far and encourages her to check out the bedroom.

Marcy makes her way to the bedroom, then begins checking drawers and closets. She sees a briefcase and opens it, but there’s just some boring papers in there, so she closes it and continues on. Her eyes then fall on the bed and she hums with curiosity as she crouches down and peeks under. There’s a box there that catches her attention. ‘Jackpot!’ Her eyes light up and she reaches beneath the bed to try and reach it, placing her phone beside her on the floor. She has to stretch her arm far, her fingers almost close enough to grasp the box when a strong voice booms behind her, ‘What are you doing?!’

Marcy recoils and kneels up, shocked to see Dylan in the doorway. He looks just as shocked, even angry. She jumps to her feet and lies, greeting him and saying that she lost an earring and was just looking around the house. Even as she says this, she’s clearly nervous, stuttering a little. Dylan raises a brow and asks what the earring would even be doing in HIS room since she shouldn’t have been in there. His tone is much more different, and he is no longer a friendly, bashful young man.

Marcy is more nervous now, lying again and lamely saying that it could’ve rolled under his door… She’s still trying to act sweet and bubbly, although Dylan is not swayed. She attempts to steer them away from the conversation and asks what he’s doing back so soon? Dylan says that he forgot his briefcase in his rush to take care of Marcy. He gestures to the very briefcase that Marcy had looked through earlier. ‘Funny, I don’t remember it being open when I left,’ Dylan says in a cold, knowing voice.

Marcy tries to make more excuses, going on the defensive, though none of her arguments are convincing. In fact, they make her look even more suspicious. Dylan declares in a low, firm tone that there’s more to this than she’s telling him. What is she REALLY doing in his bedroom? She tries to bring up the earring again but is cut off by Dylan. ‘Don’t start lying to me again,’ he interrupts her.

Dylan then snags Marcy’s phone and looks at the screen. ‘LEO wants to know if you ‘found anything valuable in the bedroom,” he says mockingly. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re misreading that. It’s just my boyfriend checking that I made it here all right,’ Marcy says. ‘You were going to rob me, weren’t you, you and this Leo,’ Dylan states. While she still tries to defend herself, he starts calling the cops on her phone, saying, ‘We’ll just see what the cops have to say about this.’

‘Please don’t call the police. I can’t go to jail, I didn’t even do anything,’ Marcy begs, now approaching him in a desperate attempt to woo him over again. She falls to her knees and paws at him, saying that no one was hurt, and she didn’t even take anything. He can even look in her backpack to check for sure! She CAN’T go to jail. She’ll do ANYTHING if Dylan just lets it slide.

‘Anything?’ Dylan questions in a way that sends shivers down Marcy’s spine. She’s in too deep to back out now, especially with freedom just at her fingertips. ‘Anything,’ she breathes.

Marcy lets out a shuddery sigh of relief when he agrees and hangs up. She then asks what he wants her to do — cook, clean? Dylan looks her over and says that she’s a pretty woman, and smart, too, so she should be able to figure out what he wants from her in exchange for his silence. When Marcy realizes that he wants to fuck her, she is horrified — she has a boyfriend! She rants and raves about how ridiculous the request is, but Dylan is calm and collected the whole time. In the end, he says it’s her choice, though Marcy realizes that, with the options she’s been given, it’s hardly much of a choice at all.
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Future Darkly: Eyes In The Sky

SCENE OPENS on an empty suitcase sitting in the middle of a woman’s bed. While the radio plays in the background, items get tossed in as Alex (Adriana Chechik), a 21-year-old college student, hurriedly packs for the weekend. It’s her anniversary with Derek (Seth Gamble), her boyfriend of several years. He’s booked a cottage up north and she couldn’t be more excited to get away from school and her roommates for some quality time alone.

She wipes the frame, packing and repacking items including clothes, underwear, hiking boots, a book of erotica and box of condoms, and an anniversary card she made for him. She wants it to be a special weekend.    As she frets over the final items, the camera pulls out to reveal her fully for the first time. A car honks in the driveway and Alex’s roommate calls out — ‘Derek’s here!’ She zips up her bag and, with a big smile on her face, turns off the radio, exits her room and rushes to the front door. Derek is waiting outside, by his car, and the camera lingers as she runs out, gives him a big hug, and gets inside.

A birds-eye shot of Derek’s car driving down a tree-lined road, occasionally passing other vehicles. After a few moments of ambiance, an overlay of Alex’s voice cuts in. She is playing a trivia game and Derek is trying to guess the correct answers.

CUT TO a closer birds-eye shot of Derek’s car isolated on the road, as the sounds of the couple playing and laughing over their game are heard. Finally, Derek loses and tells his girlfriend jokingly to turn the app off.

CUT TO inside the car. Alex closes her phone and looks out the window at the trees passing. The sun is starting to set behind them and she smiles at the beauty of it all.

CUT TO a front-mounted car shot. Derek notices his girlfriend’s gaze and starts to talk up the cottage he rented. It’s rustic but right by a lake and near many hiking trails. He just knows she’s going to love it. Best of all, there is a hot tub on the deck! Alex turns back to him and squeezes his hand. ‘I love you,’ she says affectionately. ‘I love you back,’ Derek says leaning in to give her a kiss. They keep driving for a few moments in silence, as the camera cuts between angles. Alex thinks about what she packed — the book of erotica she plans to ask Derek to read to her, the lingerie she purchased for tonight. She bites her lip in anticipation and sneaks a glance at her boyfriend’s lap while he drives. Maybe she should start their celebration a little early?

‘Hey, pull over for a moment,’ she coos in his ear. ‘Why? I want to get there before dark and we’re still over an hour away,’ he replies, not getting the hint. Alex grabs his crotch. ‘Not even for a little road head?’ She whispers flirtatiously. Derek looks down at her hand before a smile crosses his face. He shakes his head and pulls the car to the side of the road.

CUT TO a profile shot of the parked car in front of the woods. Inside, Alex is unbuckling Derek’s pants while he leans his head back. This weekend is starting off perfectly, he thinks to himself as he braces for her mouth. But something suddenly catches his eye. A red glowing light in the trees just past their car. He stops his girlfriend and pulls her back up to her seat. ‘Do you see that?’ He says, pointing. Alex looks in the direction of his finger at the ominous crimson glow. It’s almost pulsating. ‘What the hell is that?’ She asks quietly.

Derek zips himself up quickly and gets out of the car. Alex rushes out beside him. ‘What are you doing?’ She asks nervously. He hushes her. ‘What if its an ambulance or something? Maybe someone’s hurt. Just stay there. I’ll be right back.’ The boyfriend disappears into the woods, leaving Alex alone on the roadside. The sun has fallen behind the trees and it is getting dark. Crickets chirp loudly, and she shivers, not knowing whether to get back inside or not. She calls out a few times but no reply.

Finally, Derek yells: ‘Babe, come here … you’ve got to see this!’ A dolly zoom emphasizes Alex’s reaction as she sees her boyfriend step out with something very unusual dripping in his hands. They are covered in red slime and he is holding what look like large fish eggs. Alex carefully walks over to examine them. As she leans in, the eggs pop and fizzle like something frying. The smell is horrible. ‘Gross! What are those?’ She asks Derek. ‘And why did you get them all over your hands — what if they’re toxic?’ Derek’s eye gleam, his adrenaline pumping, as he tells her that he found a whole nest of them. They are cooking or something, maybe incubating, under a light that’s coming from the sky! They must be on classified land – like you read about online. Government tests. She has to see it. He grabs her hand and pulls her into the trees.

CUT TO a pile of eggs, oozing in slime and membranes, underneath a red spotlight. Derek crouches down beside them and starts poking at them with a stick. Each time the stick strikes one, it makes a buzzing noise, almost like an electrode. Alex is extremely nervous. ‘Stop that,’ she whispers. ‘You don’t know what you’re doing!’ Derek tells her to relax. He’s held one. They are clearly harmless. And they seem to be multiplying. ‘What?’ Alex mouths in fear. Alex points the stick to the middle of the pile, where a cluster of smaller eggs are growing. They are grouped close together and making a lot of static noise. From a low angle, Alex and Derek lean over the cluster as the static amplifies. ‘Derek …’ Alex says slowly as the noise increases. ‘They’re moving.’ Derek nods slowly. The static reaches a deafening pitch as the couple instinctively cover their ears and the red glow turns into a bright white light. Alex looks up just as the light blinds her and a shower of red eggs fall on them. Fade to white.

CUT TO a black chamber, illuminated only in the center by a small white spotlight. Alex and Derek lay like slugs, their bodies wrapped tightly in plastic-like cocoons. Only their faces are visible. The room creaks and echoes, as the distant sounds of inaudible conversation and movement are heard. It sounds like a crowd is gathering.

Alex slowly stirs, her eyes going wide in horror as she realizes her confinement. She gasps out Derek’s name, barely making a sound, as he too regains consciousness. Their breaths quicken as they struggle to free themselves … but they can’t. Suddenly, the light goes out and the room goes black. There is a moment of silent panic before a loud cranking is heard and the ceiling starts to open up, letting colorful flashes of light pour in to illuminate the chamber.

On either corner of the small vapid space, two other humans (Kristen Scott, Ryan McLane) lay curled up and motionless in fetal positions. They are naked and covered in slime. The couple stare up into the lights, horrified, as the distant sounds grow closer. Pops, whizzes, screeches, hisses, and unrecognizable voices fill the room from the ceiling. The voices sound excited and boisterous but are not in any language that Derek and Alex can recognize. Soon, an even louder alien voice comes over a speaker and the crowd fall silent. In a bone-chilling tongue, it begins to speak and, as it talks in pops and clicks, the crowd erupts into more hisses, banging, and cheers. The lights beam down on the couple as they wriggle.

The two humans in the corner suddenly stand up, as if instructed by the speaker. They crawl towards each other and over top of the couple. Without saying anything, they begin to have sex. Their bodies slap together, and they moan while the faceless crowd cheers on from above. Alex and Derek try to say something, but nothing comes out of their mouths. The man pounds the woman until she is just about to orgasm and the crowd hushes itself to listen. She lets out a large moan before falling back on top of the couple. The crowd erupts triumphantly, and the lights roll up as the ceiling closes again with a crank, leaving only a small spotlight left in the darkness.

Alex and Derek start to writhe frantically but are surprised when the other couple quickly hush them. They have snapped out of whatever state they were in and appear normal. ‘Be quiet, we don’t know how long we have,’ the man says, his hand clasped over Alex’s mouth. His partner gets up and starts chewing at the side of Derek’s cocoon to release him, while the man pats Alex’s head sympathetically. ‘It only takes a few minutes to get you out,’ he reassures her.

Soon, Derek is loose, and the trio help to get Alex out of her casing. When they are both free, the couple embrace and hold each other tightly, while Derek demands to know what is going on from the others. The man steps forward and explains that they don’t know how long they’ve been here, but they know they’re being watched. ‘We’re like some kind of fucked up puppets to them,’ the woman chimes in bitterly. ‘And they all love a good show!’ Alex shakes her head in confusion. ‘Why were you having sex?’ She asks meekly. The woman stares at her coldly. ‘We do whatever that voice tells us to do, that’s how we’ve lasted’ the man replies. ‘Well, what the fuck is it saying?’ Derek cuts in, his voice raising.

A loud crank deafens the room and the ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. Alex stares up, squinting to see. ‘What do you want from us?’ She screams. The voice on the speaker chimes in, saying something inaudible. All of a sudden, Alex stops. She nods and, turning to her boyfriend, says ‘yes’ before dropping to her knees to begin blowing the other man. Derek goes to break them up, furious, when the other woman latches onto his cock as well and starts sucking. The men both begin to moan, as the woman suck harder and harder. The voice on the speaker speaks again, its voice raising and almost angry, as the crowds begin to whisper amongst themselves. They don’t seem pleased. The men moan loader and Derek is just about to cum when suddenly, the lights are cut.

The two couples fall back down to the floor, breathing heavily. Alex’s mind is racing. She knew what she was doing. She agreed to what she was doing. But it felt as if something was inside of her the whole time motivating her actions. She starts trying to piece it all together. Was it a terrorists? Are they now being held at some kind of prison camp? Derek jumps in with his own theory. Maybe they’re having an allergic reaction to the stuff that he found, and this is all just a dream or hallucination.

The other couple shake their heads. ‘They’re not human,’ the woman says. ‘We think it’s like an alien game show … or a boxing match,’ the man adds. Derek threatens to deck him for stepping in on his girl. ‘Hit me all you like,’ he snarls. ‘It won’t do anyone any good. They hate us guys anyway … we’re the first to die.’ The woman breaks them up and urges them to be quiet. They need each other to survive. They have to try to get out of here.

Alex asks her to explain what they meant by a game show. ‘The lights come on and it’s like a curtain is lifted so the spectacle can begin,’ She says. ‘We don’t know how many are up there but it’s like a fucking stadium!’ The man adds that it seems as if they are placing bets on who will cum first. And they always want the women to win. If a guy cums, the host comes and takes him away. ‘The host?’ Derek asks. ‘The one on the loudspeaker,’ the woman replies.

Alex, meanwhile, has been quietly listening and pacing. ‘How many other people have you seen here?’ She asks. The couple look at each other in desperation. ’18 to 20 … but we’re the only ones who’ve survived,’ the man replies. ‘And they only ever come down here if a guy, you know, finishes first?’ She asks. They nod. ‘What do they look like?’ Derek whispers. The man turns to him. ‘Like the devil!’ He says, terrified. Alex bites her lip before turning to the group and saying, ‘Have you ever tried to trick them?’

CUT TO a loud crank. The ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. The voice on the speaker chimes in and the crowd erupts in excitement. Alex finds herself spinning around to drop to all fours, ass up in the air, her hands spreading her cheeks frantically to expose her pussy. Derek drops to his knees to enter her while the woman crawls underneath him to lick her pussy as well. The other man puts his dick in Alex’s mouth, which she begins to suck furiously. She finds herself getting crazier and crazier, moaning loudly to the excitement of the crowds. This is exactly what they want, she thinks to herself. So, she makes herself even louder, grabbing the man’s shaft and working it with both her hands and her mouth. It cannot go deeper down her throat. She mouths at Derek to pound her, fuck her harder. He does obediently, his eyes transfixed by what is happening before him. This seems to be revving up the crowd to an uncontrollable pitch.

Suddenly, just as she is about to cum, Alex screams ‘NOW!’ at the top of her lungs.

Format                        : MP4 at 3 504 kb/s
Length                        : 1.07 GiB for 43 min 38 s 667 ms
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Why Are You Doing This!?

Scene opens on Alison (Emma Hix), who is in her living room, pacing nervously. She is clearly worried about something. She hears a knock at the door and hurries to answer it. Her boyfriend Bradley (Lucas Frost) is there. He greets her, kissing her on the cheek as he walks into the house like he owns the place. He loudly sits down on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table obnoxiously. So tonight’s the night huh?, Bradley leers at Alison. ‘I don’t think I can do this,’ she says worriedly, still standing. Baby, come here, he says, motioning for her to sit on the couch next to him. When she moves to sit down, he instead grabs her around the waist and pulls her onto his lap. She lets out a surprised gasp. ‘Baby, you know I love you right?’ he asks smoothly. She says ‘yeah’ quietly. And he’s not making her do anything she doesn’t want to do, right?, he says. It’s her choice, but she knows what’s going to happen if she doesn’t do it, he continues, raising his eyebrow. Her eyes go wide as she stares at him, frozen. ‘I don’t want that to happen, but if you don’t do what we agreed on, I WILL make sure it happens’, Bradley says icily. But don’t even worry, she’s going to love it, he adds. She nods, still extremely nervous but clearly acquiescing to his demands. He looks her up and down like she’s an object he’s appraising. ‘You look like a nice little slut,’ he says, his formerly kind tone completely replaced by one that is vaguely sinister. He kisses her hard. ‘Are you my little slut?’ he asks her. Yeah baby, she responds. ‘And you’re gonna eat her fucking pussy right, aren’t you?’ he asks, reaching around and grabbing her ass. ‘Yes baby,’ she says, gasping. ‘Fuck yeah you are…and I’m gonna watch you do it,’ he says. Just then, they hear a key being inserted into the lock. ‘And there she is now. She has no idea what we have planned for her tonight,’ he says, a sleazy grin plastering his face. The door opens and Connie (Sarah Vandella) walks in. Immediately, Bradley separates himself from Alison and his sleazy grin transforms into a polite and welcoming smile. Connie smiles and says hello. ‘Hi…Mom,’ Alison says.

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Cut to the dinner table, where the three have just finished eating dinner. ‘That was delicious, Connie,’ Bradley says. ‘Oh thank you Brad,’ Connie returns his grin. ‘It’s Bradley,’ he corrects her, the agreeable and positive image he projects faltering for a moment as an edge of anger creeps into his voice. Oh, she’s sorry, she forgot, Connie says, somewhat taken aback by the glimpse of what lies beneath Bradley’s surface. That’s ok!, Bradley says, flashing her a charming grin as he snaps back to his friendly appearance. Alison seems distracted, perhaps focused on the task that lays ahead of her. ‘And how’s the house? Everything good here?’, Bradley asks, waving his hand around the room. Connie tells him that it’s wonderful and thanks Bradley again for everything he’s done. It was so tough after the accident, with her husband gone…and of course she couldn’t work anymore…,Connie says sadly. Bradley nods, pretending to be sympathetic. So when Bradley came along, she was just so happy that Alison had someone, Connie continues. And then he arranged for his dad to help them with this place…Connie continues. ‘You’ve really been a godsend,’ Connie says to Bradley, smiling warmly at him. Oh it’s really nothing, Bradley says with false modesty. ‘It’s not nothing. There’s no way we’d be able to afford this place if your dad didn’t own it and hadn’t given us a discount on the rent,’ Connie says appreciatively.

‘It’s no problem at all,’ he says, with a faux sweet smile. ‘Anything for my girl,’ he adds, kissing Alison on the cheek but then leaning in close to her ear and whispering ‘Do it now.’ Alison looks at Bradley pleadingly. Connie begins to clear her plate, putting her napkin and cutlery on it, so is too distracted to see the exchange between Connie and Bradley. Bradley, through gritted teeth, motions her to get on with it. Alison takes a deep breath. ‘Mom…there’s something I wanted to talk to you about…something…private,’ Alison says hesitantly. Sure, what’s going on honey?, Connie asks brightly. Well…, Alison clears her throat, trailing off. Bradley, playing his part, steps in. Why don’t they go to Connie’s bedroom, where they can speak privately and he can wash the dishes while they talk?, Bradley suggests. That’s so nice, thank you Bradley, Connie says. Connie and Alison get up and leave the room. Bradley pretends to shuffle the dishes around, watching Alison and Connie as they leave. He listens for a moment, and once he’s satisfied that they’re in Connie’s bedroom, he leaves the kitchen. Cut to an over-the-shoulder shot of Bradley as he quietly creeps down the hall, arriving at the open door of Connie’s bedroom.

We see Alison and Connie talking as he watches. They are sitting on Connie’s bed together. So what is it honey?, Connie asks. Alison is frozen in nervousness. ‘I’ve been having these…thoughts lately Mom,’ Alison says, looking up at her mom. What kind of thoughts?, asks Connie. ‘Thoughts about…you,’ Alison says slowly. ‘Thoughts about me? What does that mean exactly?’ Connie asks, a little wary. ‘I’ve just started to…look at you differently. I mean, you’re so…beautiful,’ Alison says. ‘I just….I think I love you,’ Alison says. ‘I love you too honey. Even though I’m not your biological mom, you don’t ever need to doubt that,’ Connie says tenderly. ‘No no I mean…I’m IN love with you,’ Alison says. Here we go, Bradley whispers to himself, fondling his crotch in anticipation, seal the deal baby.

‘Oh my god,’ Connie says softly, her mouth wide in shock. ‘I know I’m your stepmom Alison, but for all intents and purposes, I’m still your MOM, and there are boundaries that mothers and daughters don’t cross,’ Connie says patiently and firmly. ‘You do understand that, don’t you honey?’ Connie asks. ‘I know Mom. I’m 18-years-old, I get how these things work, but I just…I can’t deny how I feel. I had to tell you: I want to be with you,’ Alison says, putting her hand on Connie’s knee. Oh no, no Connie laments, they can’t do this, it’s completely inappropriate. Connie softly removes Alison’s hand from her leg. ‘I know how lonely you’ve been since my dad died,’ Alison says, sliding her hand under Connie’s skirt between her legs. Connie removes Alison’s hand from under her skirt. ‘Alison, stop this right now! What’s gotten into you?! Your boyfriend is right downstairs!’ Connie says fiercely. ‘I don’t care,’ Alison whispers desperately and again slips her hand between her mom’s legs. Despite her misgivings, Connie is clearly thirsting for human touch and doesn’t resist this time. She gasps as Alison rubs her pussy while she kisses Connie’s neck. However, she seems just about to come to her senses and push Alison away when seeing this, Bradley chooses this moment to make his entrance, pretending that he just stumbled upon the scene by accident. ‘Just wanted to—oh my god!,’ he exclaims.

Connie snaps her eyes open, abruptly moving away from her daughter. Connie looks horrified. Alison doesn’t look surprised to see Bradley since this was all part of the plan. Connie exhales loudly, smoothing out her skirt. ‘Bradley this isn’t—‘ she stammers. ‘Oh please. I know exactly what this is,’ he says with a smarmy tone and plops down into the chair that faces the bed. ‘Carry on,’ he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. ‘C-carry on?! Nothing was happening, I swear to you Bradley, we were just talking and then suddenly…,’ Connie says frantically. Bradley insists that he knows what he saw. Connie and Alison are going to get back to what they were doing when he came in, Bradley says. ‘And I’m going to sit right here. And I’m going to watch,’ Bradley says. ‘Just like we talked about, right baby?’ he asks Alison. Alison doesn’t answer, instead looking down at her lap, deeply ashamed. Connie looks at her daughter. ‘You…knew about this?! So all that talk about being in love with me,…that was all to get me to do this with you…for HIM?!’ she asks Alison. Alison looks up from her lap to her mom. ‘Please Mom I–,’ Alison begins, but Bradley cuts her off. Fucking right she knew about it, he wanted them to put on a little show, so he told Alison that she needed to make it happen, Bradley says. ‘And Alison does what I say. Because she knows exactly what the consequences will be if she doesn’t,’ Bradley says threateningly. ‘You’re disgusting, get the fuck out of my house!’ Connie yells at Bradley angrily.

Well, he guesses he’ll have to tell her about those consequences then, Bradley says. ‘You see, that’s just it. This ISN’T your house,’ Bradley says calmly. Connie’s brow furrows as she contemplates the implications of his question. ‘That’s right, it’s not, it’s my father’s property,’ Bradley continues. And his father loves him very much, so if Bradley asks him to, he’ll evict Connie and Alison so fast that it’ll make their fucking heads spin, Bradley says. ‘So I suggest…that you both…Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Clothes,’ Bradley says menacingly. There is a long silence. ‘You seemed so…nice,’ Connie says, almost to herself as she shakes her head in disbelief. He is nice, he just gets…bored sometimes, Bradley says absently. ‘You’re doing this because you’re BORED?! How can you be so cruel?’ Connie asks softly, horrified. Who knows really?, Bradley asks rhetorically. Maybe it’s because he’s rich and entitled?, or because he likes being in control?,    or because his mommy left him when he was a little baby?, Bradley asks gleefully, mock crying as he mentions his mommy. Or maybe it’s just because…why the fuck not? laughs Bradley sadistically. ‘So you have a choice: Are you going to hit the sheets or hit the streets?’ Bradley asks. ‘Hit the streets or hit the sheets? That’s pretty good huh? I came up with it while I was driving over here!’ Bradley laughs. So what’s it gonna be?, he asks, his laughter stopping abruptly. Connie looks at Bradley with pure rage and terror. Realizing that she only really has one option, she turns to Alison. She puts her hand on her daughter’s knee and leans in reluctantly for a kiss. ‘No, stop. I need to hear you say it, otherwise, it’s no fun. Is this what you want?’ Bradley asks. Yes, Connie says quietly through gritted teeth. Yes baby, Alison says numbly. ‘Good choice,’ Bradley says. ‘Now, Connie? Fuck your fucking slut daughter please,’ Bradley says evenly. Flashing Bradley a look of hatred, Connie turns to her daughter. They begin to kiss and Alison slides down between her mom’s legs, slipping her panties off. Alison licks Connie’s clit hungrily as her mom gasps, unable to conceal her pleasure while Bradley watches.

But they’ll find out soon enough that Bradley wants to do a lot more than just watch, and Bradley ALWAYS gets what he wants…

Format                        : MP4 at 3 167 kb/s
Length                        : 919 MiB for 40 min 34 s 266 ms
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