Tag: Domination

The Date, Scene #01

‘Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do till you require.’
– William Shakespeare

THE DATE

We watch a beautiful young woman (Emily Willis) in her apartment getting ready for the evening. She showers, lotions up her body, puts on expensive perfume, and dresses — first into expensive black satin lingerie, stockings, garters, and heels and then slipping into a beige rain jacket. She looks like she just walked off a runway. The camera voyeuristically watches her, almost like a reverse striptease.

CUT TO the woman, in her jacket, bare legs and heels, as she exits her building and steps into a black town car. A man waiting for her shuts the door and gets into the driver seat.

CUT TO a car mount shot, looking in at the silent driver in a black suit and ray bans, and the girl who sits in the middle of the back seat. To her right is a very handsome man (Danny Mountain) in an expensive suit. A second man (Charles Dera), equally handsome and dressed the same, sits on her left.

CUT TO the road. As they drive, the man in the back asks the woman if she is ready. Obediently, she says ‘yes.’ He asks if she will give herself over completely. She says ‘yes.’ He strips her out of her jacket, exposing her bare skin. She quivers. He takes a brown paper bag and puts it over her head, before holding her arms to keep her still. They ride for a moment with her body writhing. The men look cool and collected, staring straight ahead. All you can hear are the light gasps and moans from the submissive woman as she is being driven, eagerly awaiting what’s to come.

‘My only submission is complete submission.
I will kneel before you, naked and unashamed,
My eyes down, my chin up.

‘I will do as you say and be rewarded.
Always saying please and thank you,
Accepting my punishments like a good girl,
Never touching myself until you have given permission,
And always swallow, never spit.

‘I will surrender to your will
And always remember who I belong to.’

Guidance, Scene #01

GUIDANCE
SCHOOL COUNSELOR TAKES ADVANTAGE AND ROUGH FUCKS TROUBLED TEEN

SCENE opens on Jamie, a beautiful 18-year-old girl, as she sits at her kitchen table doing homework one afternoon after school. The student is copying notes from one of her text books when she hears a car pull in the drive and slam on the brakes. Panicking, she quickly gathers her things and rushes up the stairs, narrowly missing her father as he staggers inside. The mean-looking man slams the door and yells at the ‘bitch’ to get down and make him dinner.

CUT to Jamie, cowering in a corner of her room, as the door bursts open and her father barges in. He takes a sip from his bottle, before undoing his belt and threatening the girl to get downstairs and do as she is told.

CUT TO TITLE PLATE

Jamie walks down the street in her school uniform, clutching her books. She looks shell-shocked and spaced out, almost bumping into a passerby as she stares ahead aimlessly.

CUT to a teacher’s lounge. Mr. Harris, the school’s guidance counselor, is eating his lunch when one of his colleagues asks to join him. They small talk for a few minutes about work before the teacher mentions having some concerns over one of his homeroom students. Jamie is a bright, gifted girl, but something has happened to her this semester. Her once-perfect grades are slipping, and her attitude has really changed. He is worried that something might be happening at home and asks Mr. Harris if there is anything he can do to help. With college applications coming up, the guidance counselor suggests that the teacher send her in to receive some mandated counseling. It’s normal for seniors this time of year and, while they are going over her post-secondary options, he will be happy to see if he can help in any other way. The teacher agrees and thanks him before excusing himself to get back to class.

TEXT PLATE: The Next Day

Mr. Harris sits in his office reading when there is a knock on the door. He quickly drops his book, reaches into his desk for some mouth wash, and gargles it into his coffee cup before straightening himself out and going to the door. Jamie is standing there meekly. She hands him a hall pass signed by her teacher and says she is supposed to see him for the college applications. Mr. Harris smiles and invites her inside, shutting the door.

Asking the girl to sit down, Mr. Harris takes a seat behind his desk and studies the girl. She is beautiful but broken, with closed body language and an anxious looking face. ‘You’ve never come to see me before,’ he begins. She shakes her head. He introduces himself and gives the girl a quick background on his role at the school. He has been a member of the faculty for two years. He has an associated degree in child psychology. He is a big believer in the importance of counseling, especially as it relates to later adolescence and the transition years between teenager to adult. He asks how old she is and Jamie, without making eye contact, tells him she just turned 18-years-old. He smiles. ‘That was a certainly an interesting age,’ he recalls. ‘There’s a lot of change happening in your life, isn’t there? Does it feel like a perfect storm?’ Jamie tries to change the subject. ‘My teacher said you had to talk to me about college?’ Mr. Harris stares at her for a moment, smiling, before snapping back to the task at hand. He asks the girl some questions about her school plans. Has she thought about what she’d like to major in and where in the country she’d like to study? Jamie seems very distraught, as she chokes out that she would really love to attend Northwestern … but she knows she isn’t going to be able to. Mr. Harris leans in and takes the girl’s hand. ‘You can do anything you put you mind to!’ He says encouragingly. Jamie looks down at them holding hands and seems very preoccupied by it. She even rubs her finger gently across his.

Mr. Harris pulls away and moves behind her. He starts to talk about his role as a guidance counselor. ‘I know you were sent in here to talk about one thing,’ he begins. ‘But I want you to consider this a safe space. A place where you can talk about anything.’ Jamie stares down at her feet and asks if she can be dismissed. She doesn’t need an application. Mr. Harris cuts her off. ‘Gone are the days where a counselor like me simply sits in their office handing out applications and waiting for crisis to occur.’ He says. ‘I’m here to listen and help you in any way I can, be it academic, developmental or even personal.’ Jamie looks up at him, her eyes welling up. From his vantage point, Mr. Harris can sneak a look down the white blouse of her uniform. He tries to avert his eyes, but the girl is very beautiful, and he can’t help himself. ‘Are you sure there isn’t anything you would like to talk to me about?’ He asks, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. This time, the girl doesn’t touch him back. She just starts to cry.

‘I can’t go to college … because my father came back home,’ she says tearfully. Mr. Harris asks her to explain and the girl confesses that her father had recently been released from prison. Her mother had no choice but to let him back in, even though he had always been a very bad man. In the last six months, he has gambled and drank all the money they had saved for her school. Now, mom is barely home, and dad is home too much. It’s getting bad. Mr. Harris hugs the girl as she confesses her family secrets. His hands slowly wander down her back and rest at the top of her school girl skirt. He closes his eyes, trying to remain professional while Jamie buries herself in his chest. ‘Does your father hurt you in any way?’ Mr. Harris asks nervously. Jamie nods into his chest, starting to rub her hands over the man’s back as she breaks down. Mr. Harris bites his lip, looking at the closed door of his office. ‘What does he do to you exactly?’ he whispers. She looks up at him. ‘He fucks me up,’ she says, kissing the counselor.

The troubled school girl aggressively kisses her counselor, backing him up against his desk. He tries to pry her off, telling her that it isn’t appropriate for him to be doing this. Finally, she slumps back into her chair. ‘I’m so messed up inside,’ she screams. ‘I don’t know what to do with myself!’ Not wanting to raise suspicions, Mr. Harris hushes her and darts over to make sure his door is locked. He stutters that everything is going to be ok, he won’t tell anyone what happened. She should consider him a friend. He tries to pinch himself to stop the growing bulge in his trousers. She looks at him, her mascara running. ‘Are you married?’ She asks. Mr. Harris nods. She puts her head in her hands. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she says, breaking down. ‘I’m just confused.’ Mr. Harris stares at her, conflicted between his attraction and his sense of duty. From his POV, we see him scan her body as she twitches in her seat looking up at him with doe-eyes. ‘It’s ok, Jamie.’ He says, opening his arms. She goes in to hug him again and they stare at each other, their lips inches away. ‘Will you tell anyone?’ She asks. He shakes his head. ‘Everything is confidential in this room,’ he finds himself saying. She bites her lip. ‘I need to feel something inside of me other than my father,’ she says back. ‘Can you please help me?’ There is a very long silence, as the sexual tension builds between them. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Mr. Harris throws the girl down on his desk, pulling down her panties and undoing his pants. He grabs his dick and stares at Jamie’s bare ass, as she turns back to him. ‘Please do it,’ she begs as the guidance counselor slides inside of her.

BG Rough Sex Scene. As they have sex, the broken schoolgirl demands that Mr. Harris fuck her harder and harder. Finally, he cums on her face.

Panicked by what has happened, Mr. Harris tries to wipe up the girl’s face and get her back into her clothes. ‘I think you should probably take the rest of the day off,’ he says nervously. ‘Just to give this a little space. I’ll write you a permission slip. Is there anywhere safe you can go?’ He starts to throw his own clothes back on and write up the slip on his desk, his hands shaking, as Jamie looks defeated again. She tells him she has nowhere to go. He suggests calling a friend. She throws down her bag and screams that she doesn’t have any friends. He suggests a women’s shelter again but, by this time, the girl has begun crying again. Frantically searching for ideas, he ends up suggesting she come to his house that night. ‘I can tell my wife it’s an emergency,’ he stammers. Jamie stops crying and nods, thanking the man. He tells her to sit tight while he pulls out his phone and dials his wife, his fingers now fumbling uncontrollably. As the phone rings, he motions to the girl to keep calm. ‘Hi honey…’ he says, his voice breaking.

Don’t Talk to Strangers, Scene #01

DON’T TALK TO STRANGERS
School Girl Taken and Fucked by Deranged Married Couple

The scene opens on Amy, a bright and happy 18-year-old high school student, as she heads home from school one afternoon. The camera lingers on her while she walks – wearing her school uniform, listening to ear-buds, and carrying a book bag innocently over her shoulder. When she passes a homeless man, she pauses and reaches into her bag, handing him her lunch leftovers. The man thanks her and she tellshim to keep his chin up before putting her buds back in and walking on. You can tell the girl is a very good Samaritan.

As Amy continues, she spots a car pulled up along the side of the road. A woman is leaning up against it. When she sees the girl approach, she pulls out her phone and starts to mutter to herself … frustrated. Amy stops and regards the woman, who is immaculately dressed and very beautiful. ‘Are you ok?’ she asks. The woman stops and, sighing, tells the girl that she’s lost and can’t get her GPS to work. She and her husband are late for an engagement and desperately need directions. Amy peers into the car and spots the woman’s husband in the front seat. He is dressed in a suit and politely waves at her. She looks back at the woman and asks where they are going, maybe she can help point them in the right direction. The woman tells her that they are attending a function at the convention center — but she lost the invite with the address and their signal dropped. Because they are out of towners, they simply don’t know where to go. Amy begins to give them directions but as she explains where to go, the woman sighs again and mutters that her mind is like a sieve. She’s not possibly going to remember. Amy stops and tries to think of another way to explain, as the woman subtly glances back at her husband. ‘What if you were to get in the car and take us there?’ The woman asks. ‘My husband and I would be happy to pay you for your troubles and it would really help us out.’ Amy, knowing that she isn’t supposed to do this, glances in at the husband again. He looks perfectly normal. ‘I would probably need to ask my parents.’ She slowly says. She looks back up at the woman, who calmly asks how old she is. When Amy replies that she is eighteen, the woman smiles and laughs. ‘If you’re eighteen then why would you need to ask your parents? You’re a grown up!’ Amy laughs along meekly. The woman asks her name and Amy tells her. ‘Well Amy,’ the woman reiterates. ‘It would really help us out if you would just get in the car.’ Amy takes a long pause before agreeing. The woman opens the back seat and Amy climbs in. Then, surveying the area and kicking dirt over the footprints, the woman walks back to the passenger side and gets inside. The car screeches off.

Two Days Later.
The camera comes into focus as Amy slowly lifts her head from her lap. She is curled up in a ball in an empty room. Her bag is gone, her ear-buds are gone, and her school girl uniform is dusty and dirty. Her hair is tousled and her face is streaked with sweat. She has a terrible headache. A bucket sits close by, alongside a toothbrush in a glass of water, and some remnants of food. She wipes her eyes and starts to pick at the food when a door opens. It’s the couple. No longer in formal wear, they step towards her in casual clothes and latex gloves. ‘You’ve eaten all your food this time,’ says the husband. ‘What a good little pet.’ The teen looks up at him in cold silence. She asks when she can have her call with her parents, the one they promised. The woman smiles. ‘I told you already Amy, you can have your phone call when you make me cum.’ The couple laugh as Amy slumps back down.

Four Days Later.
Amy runs around the empty room, banging on the walls. She unbuttons the last of her blouse and tosses it in the corner. The room is very hot. Sitting down defeated, she calls out to the couple that she is ready for them now. She’ll do whatever they want. She just needs some air. She waits desperately for a reply but it never comes and she collapses into a heap on the floor.

The Psychiatrist, Scene #01

THE PSYCHIATRIST
Troubled Teen Mom Confronts Daddy Issues with Sadistic Shrink

SCENE opens on an close up of Sheila’s face, as she staggers down the road. The 19-year-old girl looks dazed. Her face is sweaty. Her clothes are wet and loose, hanging off her petite frame, and she is clutching a bundle tightly against her chest. She comes upon a shed and, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, carefully places the bundle between some rocks at the back of the structure. A WORM’S EYE angle shows her staring down at it. She slowly starts to cry. Wiping her tears, she composes herself and walks off. As she crosses the front of the shed, a man steps out and catches her. Surprised, he asks if she is OK. Not wanting to get caught, she runs off without saying a word, wiping the frame and leaving the man to wonder what she was doing behind his shed. He walks around the back to take look and, after a moment, lets out a scream.

Close up of Sheila sitting stone-faced. She is handcuffed to a chair while a police officer stands silently behind her. A well-dressed man enters the room and approaches her. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he tells the officer to remove the cuffs and wait outside. When the officer exits, the man slowly removes his grip and sits down on a chair opposite Sheila. They survey each other for a moment before the man asks if she knows who he is. She has no reaction. The man introduces himself as Dr. Powell. He explains that he is a psychiatrist who has been appointed by the court in her case. She says nothing. Taking a deep breath, he asks if she knows why she is here. When she continues to be silent, he picks up his notebook and reads that she is here because of the June 7, 2017 incident involving her baby. Sheila looks away, to hide her reaction, and mutters something incoherent. Dr. Powell pulls his chair a little closer. He tells her that she has been charged with attempted homicide and, since she is 19-years-old, she is going to be tried as an adult. Her attorney, a public defender, is trying to build a case to prove it was involuntary abandonment. Right now, that defense is greatly dependent on this session. The psychiatrist’s role will be to examine her and provide testimony about her mental state. His recommendations will provide the legal evidence that her attorney is hoping for — proof that she was not of sound mind when committing the act.

He asks if she knows the difference between voluntary and involuntary? Turning to face him for the first time, she says blankly ‘Yes, I know the difference very well.’ Sensing her resistance, Dr. Powell sits back in his chair and smiles. ‘Involuntary is an unintential act committed by someone who has no spite or anger and no intention to cause harm.’ He speaks condescendingly. ‘It is very difficult to prove, especially in this kind of case, as I’m sure you know. But that’s why we’re here today … so, why don’t we start by you telling me what happened.’ Sheila turns away. Dr. Powell licks his lips. ‘How exactly did you get pregnant?’ He asks. She says nothing. He stands up, adjusting himself subtly. ‘Was it one of the boys from your school?’ He asks, glancing at his notes. ‘Oh wait … you don’t go to school. You haven’t gone to school since ….’ Sheila cuts him off and tells him that she’s homeschooled. Walking around her, Dr. Powell asks her to elaborate — what was it like to be taught by your parents instead of a regular teacher? Did it make you feel isolated to be away from other kids? Sheila stares down at her feet and tells him she wasn’t taught by her parents. She was taught by her poppa. Dr. Powell stops walking. He licks his lips again, trying to contain the smirk forming on his face. ‘Was your father a strict teacher?’ He asks. Sheila looks up at him. ‘My poppa is everything.’ She replies and begins to cry.

Booked, Scene #01

BOOKED
NAIVE TEENAGER ARRESTED AND FUCKED BY TWO CORRECTIONS OFFICERS

SCENE OPENS one night as Charlotte, an anxious looking 18-year-old girl, follows her boyfriend Max along a dirt road. The pair are trespassing on commercial land so Max, an aspiring graffiti artist, can tag a water tower that is popular among his buddies. His accomplice is very nervous about getting caught but doesn’t want to appear uncool in front of her man. She urges him to find the spot and hurry up before someone notices. They walk aimlessly, unable to find the water tower until Max, growing frustrated, suggests they stop and drink instead. He pulls out an unmarked 40-ounce bottle from his bag and takes a swig, as Charlotte watches the road. She really doesn’t think it’s a good idea to stop, especially where they are so clearly visible. Max tells her to chill out and join him and, finally, she agrees. But, before she can take a sip herself, a cop car pulls up with its lights flashing. Max runs away, leaving Charlotte alone with the bottle in her hand and an open backpack full of spray paint. She looks up as the cop’s flashlight comes streaming into her face and realizes that she is in big trouble.

CUT TO TITLE PLATE

12 hours later. The camera slowly pulls out to reveal Charlotte sleeping disheveled in the corner of a holding cell. She has been waiting here since her arrest the previous evening. No phone call. No charges filed. Nothing. She wakes up to realize she is being pet by a fellow inmate, a tough-looking woman, who nudges the girl lustfully. Charlotte tries to pull away, curling herself up into a tight ball on the opposite side of the cell, as the inmate whistles and cat-calls. Several awkward moments pass before the outer doors open and Officer Wright enters. Without saying a word, the male corrections officer unlocks the cell and removes the other woman. She demands to know where she is being taken but Wright ignores her, slamming the cell door and escorting her out of the room. Charlotte slowly lifts her head from her lap and, realizing that she is finally alone, begins to unwind. She gets up and paces back and forth, hugging herself, when the officer returns with a tray. He unlocks the cell again and walks in, demanding that Charlotte remove all her accessories and personal effects. Charlotte does as she is told, asking the officer in a whimper if her parents have been called. They are probably angry. In a monotone voice, he replies that she is still in the process of being booked. She will get her phone call when it is appropriate. He takes the tray away and tells her to strip before exiting the cell and the room.

Charlotte looks lost and anxious. She slowly peels off her clothing and stands naked, covering herself. The camera lingers on her shivering body as her nipples harden and she squeezes herself for warmth. The teenage girl has never been in trouble with the law before and is terrified of what her parents are going to say when she finally gets to speak to them.

When the outer doors open again, she is surprised to see Officer Wells enter instead. She is a beautiful female corrections officer, neatly styled in a tight-fitting uniform. Officer Wright follows closely behind. The female officer unlocks the cell and approaches the girl. ‘It’s ok sweetheart,’ she says softly. ‘You don’t need to be afraid. What’s your name and how old are you?’ Charlotte stammers her name and tells the officers that she just turned 18 two weeks prior. They look at each other for a moment, before Officer Wright whispers that this was why he kept her overnight. ‘Yes,’ Officer Wells agrees, smiling and turning back to the girl. ‘She is here because she is an adult and, as an adult, she has the right to represent herself. Isn’t that right, Charlotte?’ Charlotte nods nervously. Officer Wells informs her in a sweet, sympathetic voice that she and her partner are going to have to take her clothing into custody and conduct a full body search. Officer Wright gathers her civilian clothes while Officer Wells instructs her to stand still. She slips on some gloves and begins to pat the girl down in a professional manner while her partner removes the old clothes from the cell and returns with a folded orange jumpsuit. Charlotte cringes at the sight of it. ‘Spread your legs, sweetie,’ Officer Wells say. The teen girl does as she is told, and the corrections officer inserts a finger into her vagina. She feels around before bending the girl over, so she can reach deeper. She shoves several fingers inside the girl as she squirms. ‘She’s really wet,’ the female officer jokes to her partner. He laughs in response. Charlotte asks the woman if she is done yet. Kneeling in front of her, gloves still glistening, Officer Wells tells her to shut her fucking mouth. It’s a dramatic change in tone and Charlotte is taken aback. ‘I’d …. like my phone call … now,’ She stammers. Grabbing the girl by her legs, Officer Wells tells Charlotte to take a deep breath and cough. The girl nervously eyes the other officer, who motions for her to obey. Closing her eyes, Charlotte draws in a deep breath, as Officer Wells brings her face in very close to the girl’s vagina and takes a deep breath in herself. Charlotte looks down at the sadistic female officer. ‘Why are you doing that?’ She whispers. Officer Wells looks up at her and, smile fading, informs her that she is smelling for drugs. Her boyfriend is known to police and she might very well be concealing something up in there. ‘Max isn’t a drug dealer,’ Charlotte argues. ‘He’s an artist.’ Both officers laugh, as Officer Wells stands back up and gets very close to Charlotte’s face. She asks who the girl wants to call and, trying to remain calm, Charlotte says her parents. Officer Wells smirks. ‘I bet they are going to be horrified when they realize their daughter is a drug mule!’ Charlotte starts to breakdown, partially pleading for mercy while also defending herself. ‘I swear to you, I don’t have any drugs … I was just hanging out with my boyfriend!’ She yells. Officer Wright nonchalantly tells her there is only one way to make sure she’s telling the truth. She looks over at him and asks what he means. ‘We need to clean your pussy out,’ Officer Wells cuts in. ‘Make sure it’s all empty up in there.’ As she says this, Officer Wright unfolds the jumpsuit to reveal a strapless dildo. Charlotte takes one look at it and jumps back. Officer Wells begins to take off her clothes while explaining exactly what is going to happen. Both her and her partner are going to take turns probing the suspect. She hands her uniform to her partner and picks up the strap-on. ‘All you have to do is comply to this extra cavity search and prove that you have nothing inside of you,’ She continues, slipping the dildo in. ‘And Officer Wright and I will release you without pressing any charges. Your parents will never know what you did.’ Charlotte stares at the officers. Officer Wright tosses her the jumpsuit and reminds her that she can put that on instead if she would prefer to remain detained. The nervous teen clutches the prison uniform while her mind races. She can’t believe what is happening to her. Officer Wells tells her to hurry up and make up her mind. After some awkward coercing, Charlotte agrees to do whatever the officers say in turn for her release. In a final sadistic twist, they make her repeat herself several times, so it is clear she is consenting to everything they plan to do in the cell.

Future Darkly: Don’t Panic!, Scene #01

FUTURE DARKLY – DON’T PANIC
COUPLE MUST TRADE SEX FOR SURVIVAL AFTER THE WORLD ENDS

SCENE opens on a couple, Jacob (Logan Pierce) and Katlyn (Elena Koshka), walking hand in hand down a modern city street. They’ve just left dinner, and, through their small talk, it is revealed that the pair recently moved in together. They come to a corner and pause to share a tender moment. While they kiss, a shower of satellites streaks the sky behind them before tumbling to earth and exploding. The couple barely has time to react before everything buzzes and fades to white.

CUT TO TITLE PLATE

SIX WEEKS LATER

Katlyn slowly opens her eyes. She is huddled under a tarp and wearing the exact same outfit as before, except it is now filthy and soiled. Her once pretty hair is greasy and pulled back with string. Dirt streaks her face. As she pulls back the tarp, she realizes that her boyfriend Jacob is missing. The girl freaks out and jumps to her feet, looking for the wood plank she keeps by her side. As she grabs it, Jacob comes around the corner with a jug of water. He is also wearing the same outfit, caked with dirt and filth. He is unshaven and carrying a crude piece of metal. Katlyn rushes into his arms asking if he found food but her boyfriend urges her to be quiet. There is somebody up the road and he isn’t sure if they’re good or not. Katlyn starts to frantically gather their things. ‘He might not be bad. He might know something, like the woman who drove us back in the beginning.’ He continues. Katlyn asks him what he looks like. He looks pretty normal, Jacob replies. They decide to go approach him.

CUT to inside a derelict building. The couple approach the window and a man’s shoulder steps into frame. He is the man Jacob saw earlier, another drifter. The couple wave their weapons above their arms and tell the man they mean no harm. They want to know if he has any information. The man hesitates before slowly sticking his head out of the door. ‘You tell me first,’ he says. The couple look at each other before Jacob replies that they heard it was an asteroid. Nothing works. No GPS, no internet, no electricity. The man pauses before replying ‘I heard it was a nuclear attack, but I’ve only met 13 other people.’ He pauses, before adding ‘I also know where some water is.’ Katlyn jumps in, demanding to know where. The man sticks his head out a little further and says he’ll tell them but only if they give him some of their own water first. Jacob clutches the jug tightly. He weighs his options before Katlyn urges him to do it. Jacob agrees, and the man pulls out a dirty plastic container. Jacob fills it up and the man drinks eagerly, before telling them there is a well two miles up the road. He disappears inside, and the couple turn to keep walking.

CUT to the middle of nowhere. The couple walk through the blazing sun, with nothing in sight. Their jug is empty, and both are growing desperate. They argue about the water before coming upon a body lying in the road. Looking down on it, they root through the person’s pockets but only find a dead phone.

Katlyn pleads that she is hungry, and Jacob tells her that water is more important. They need to keep walking. He tosses the phone in the dirt.

SMASH CUT to a gravel road, as the couple come up a large empty house. ‘It’s probably been raided already,’ Jacob says but Katlyn urges them to check. They go to the front door and enter.

CUT to inside the house. It is still. There are no lights on, except for the natural light streaming in. Jacob tells Katlyn to wait while he checks the rest of the house. While she stands alone nervously, she starts to look around. A coffee cup rests on the table. It is moldy inside. She spots a pencil and snatches it up, stuffing it in her pockets. Then she sees something that shocks her: a flickering light coming from behind a closed door. She screams out to Jacob, who rushes back in.

‘The whole house has been stripped,’ he says. ‘Like I told you.’ Katlyn points to the light. The couple stare in shock. They haven’t seen a single light on since it happened. Guarding his girlfriend, Jacob slowly opens the door to reveal a library with several oil lamps burning. In the middle of the floor, is a pile of tuna cans.

The couple’s eyes go wide, and they pounce on them. This is more food than they’ve had in weeks. They try to chew them open and bang them against the floor and with books to open them. Katlyn even tries to use the pencil she found in desperation. Nothing. They collapse in frustration as a rifle barrel slowly slides out from behind a curtain in the corner of a room. A man, dressed in clean tactical clothes and greased back hair steps out. He tells them to freeze.

Jacob shields his girlfriend and begs the man to put his gun down. They are not bad people, they are just passing through. The man asks them what they know. Nervously, they reply that it might be an asteroid or a nuclear attack. There is no GPS, internet or electricity and there is supposed to be water near here. They think it’s been 2 or 3 months, but they aren’t sure. The man studies them before slowly putting the gun down. ‘There’s a well at the end of my property,’ he replies. Jacob asks if they would be allowed to fill up their jug. The man smiles and sits down. ‘I believe it was Kessler Syndrome,’ he says matter-of-factly. Katlyn asks if he is a doctor. ‘I was a high school science teacher,’ he replies. There is an awkward silence, as the couple stray towards the door. ‘It was a theory proposed in the seventies by NASA,’ he continues. ‘The idea that if enough space objects were to collide, the debris they would cause would litter our atmosphere with so much junk that all the satellites would come crashing down.’ Katlyn asks her boyfriend if that is true. He shrugs his shoulders. ‘No telecommunications, no electrical grids, no laws.’ The man adds, laughing to himself. Jacob asks again if they can use his well. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a can opener. ‘How about you help yourself to these cans, as well?’ Katlyn freaks out and reaches for the opener, when the man pulls his hand away. ‘I’ll give this to you if you let me fuck your pussy!’ He says, putting the opener back in his pocket. Jacob lunges at him but the man picks up his gun. ‘I will defend myself,’ he threatens. Jacob tells him that his girlfriend is not for sale. ‘It’s a trade,’ he says calmly. ‘Just a few minutes in exchange for a whole week’s worth of food.’ Jacob stares down at the food. ‘I haven’t been with a woman in a long time, I’m sure you can understand my position.’ The man argues. He stares lustfully at Katlyn. Jacob turns and starts to debate doing it with his girlfriend. She is stunned at his attitude. How could he even be contemplating this idea? He tells her to not panic. Just calm down and listen … food is getting harder to find. He’s going to give them water too. Life isn’t like it used to be. Katlyn slaps her boyfriend. He pleads with her to think about them both, not just herself. She can close her eyes. She can get through it. As he speaks, Katlyn gradually realizes that her boyfriend is right. They need the food. Old rules don’t apply. She must do it. ‘If you give my boyfriend the cans and the opener first, then I’ll do it,’ she negotiates. ‘He won’t leave without me.’

The man smiles. He tells her to strip while he carries the gun back to his curtain and tucks it out of view. He pulls out a single wet wipe. ‘Clean yourself down there first,’ he says. Katlyn nervously wipes her vagina while he inspects her. ‘Wait outside,’ he orders Jacob. Jacob looks guilt-ridden at his girlfriend before she tells him to go. She will be out soon. He stuffs the cans into their tarp and leaves, closing the door. Katlyn turns back to the man, tells him she is ready and then starts sucking his dick.

Take My Breath Away, Scene #01

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
SHY TEEN WITH DARK DESIRE SEEKS OUT STRANGER TO CHOKE HER DURING SEX

In her bathtub at night, shy nerdy teen Lucy stares up at the ceiling, unmoving. The tap drips as the only indication of sound or movement. After several seconds, there is a light disturbance in the still bathwater, and then Lucy lets out a small gasp — she’s moved her hand to slip a finger into her pussy under the water. When her finger is all the way in, she pauses for a moment, then starts slowly moving it in and out to pleasure herself, her gasps becoming heavy and sensual — several close-ups of her mouth and face, along with heightened sounds of inhaling and exhaling, draw heavy focus towards her breathing. After a half-minute or more, fully immersed in her fantasy, she inhales a single long drawnout breath through her teeth, as she slowly slips under the water, submersing herself. She stays under, and the water goes perfectly still.

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At her computer another morning, Lucy is in her pajamas typing up a college paper. She is stuck on a sentence, not sure what to write next. She breaths out a huge sigh of frustration, removes her glasses, and rubs her eyes wearily. Putting her glasses back on a little crooked, she tries to go back to writing… but a previously opened tab in the corner of her eye distracts her, and she clicks back onto it. We see on the screen that it’s a site for breath play enthusiasts called ‘Breathless’. Her breathing shallows, and she runs her fingers along where her neck meets the collar of her nightshirt as a nervous tic. She opens up a chat bar where she has a message already open and typed out, a message to another member. From the wording, it seems to be the last in a long line of messages between them. Towards the end of her message, she’s suggesting that they meet up. Her face and body language shows she is still undecided as to whether to send it or not. Clearly anxious, and idly running her fingers along her chest and up and down her throat, Lucy deliberates for several seconds. Then, spontaneously she shoots her hand out to click send. She gets an alert that the message has been sent. She closes the laptop in panic, almost in fear of what she’s just done… or perhaps what the response might be. She bites her thumb nervously and taps the laptop casing, before removing her glasses and flopping down on her bed. Her breathing is fast and nervous as she closes her eyes and lies there, eyes shut, until her breathing eventually calms itself.

CUT TO another evening, in the doorway of a house. Lucy walks through the door, followed by a strange man a couple of years older than her, Preston. He’s holding keys and locks the door behind him — this is his place, not hers. They are both visibly awkward around each other as they remove their shoes and he leads them up to his master bedroom. Once there, they sit side by side on the bed, at first making no move to close the gap between them. They talk about the breath-play site they met at, how long each of them has been a member, how they found out about it, etc. Lucy joined around when she turned 18. Preston reaffirms what was said in the chat, that Lucy has never done anything like it before. Neither has he. The closest he came was when he practiced choke grips on a first aid doll once when his dad brought one home from work, and it turned him on. He’s immediately embarrassed from telling the story, but Lucy tells him she understands — she has nobody she can talk to about her fetish either. It’s tough for a guy to ask a girl to do that, Preston admits, it would make him look like a serious creep. He’s always hoped some girl would ask him, but he knows it’s a long shot. Lucy sympathizes – everyone assumes that because she’s shy and nerdy that she’s completely innocent. One time she asked her boyfriend to choke her, and he was a bit freaked out by the idea and she quickly told him never mind. For the next few days he acted weird around her, and then not long after he broke up with her. Ever since, she’s been too shy to tell anybody she’s been with, because she doesn’t want boys to think she’s some weird freak. Especially with how word spreads around college.

There’s an awkward pause, and then Preston asks if she wants to start any specific way. Shyly, Lucy shakes her head no — she never really pictured where to go from here, she never even thought she’d ever get this far. Preston says he’s seen a few videos, it’s given him a few ideas of what to do. Does she mind if he takes the lead? Lucy says it’s fine, he can try whatever he wants, and that if it gets too intense she can tap on the bed with her hand. Preston agrees to this, and moves his hand up hesitantly towards her neck. He pauses, she nods, and he continues. He grabs her throat, and squeezes — not too rough at first, but hard enough that she certainly feels it. As he grips her throat tightly, he moves in to kiss her, first up the side of her neck, her ear, the side of her cheek, then he turns her head towards his and kisses her mouth. He kisses passionately, albeit a bit awkwardly — he moves as someone who is less suavely copying moves that he’s seen elsewhere. Still, he remains in control throughout, and Lucy submits with a gasp each time he reasserts his dominance with a renewed grip on her throat.

Mr. Nice Guy, Scene #01

MR. NICE GUY
Innocent Teen Goes Home with Stranger for Extreme Rough Sex Hookup

SCENE opens on Amy, an 18-year-old girl, as she crashes through the door and into a hallway, laughing and nearly losing her footing. She is closely followed by Eric, a 25-year-old man, who catches the teenager and steadies her on her feet, laughing alongside her. The happy pair met that night at a club and instantly hit it off, flirting and dancing until the wee hours of the morning. When Eric invited Amy back to his house, she eagerly accepted and now here they are. Slightly embarrassed from the wipe out, the girl looks down the darkened hallway of her hookup’s place. It’s filled with strange statues that catch her off guard. ‘What are you … some kind of serial killer?’ she asks giggling, as Eric kisses her neck and guides her down the hall, brushing off his art collection as a hobby. He opens the door to his master and invites her inside. ‘See, no statues in here, I promise!’ She walks inside, and he shuts the door, his expression dropping completely.

Inside the bedroom, the pair start kissing and making their way over to Eric’s bed. In between kisses, they recount their night together and what a great coincidence it was for them to meet. Even though they’ve only known each other for a few hours, it feels as if they’ve known each other for years. You can tell that Amy is totally smitten by Eric, who is being sweet and goofy with her. She coyly asks if she can suck his dick and, smiling, he stops and takes her by the hand. ‘Before we do anything,’ he says. ‘I need to make sure we’re honest with each other. I’m guessing you’re not twenty-one yet, are you? You seem a little young to be at that club.’ Amy blushes and admits that she just turned eighteen, using her sister’s ID to get in. It was the first time she’s ever done anything like that before. Eric laughs, shaking his head, and asks if she even ever had sex before. Amy drops his hand and, trying to act sexy and mature, tells him she’s had three boyfriends and fucked two of them. ‘I’m really good at sex,’ she says awkwardly, leaning back in. They kiss again for a few minutes and she starts to unzip his pants when he stops her again. ‘Have you ever had rough sex before, Amy?’ He asks calmly. She looks a bit taken aback but, wanting to seem cool, tells him ‘sure, I’ve done that.’ Eric smiles and puts her hand back over his crotch. ‘Good,’ he says sweetly. ‘Because I really like you!’ Amy eagerly pulls out his cock and looks up at him. ‘I like you too!’ she says before he shoves his cock deep down her throat.

This descends into the BG ROUGH SEX scene. Throughout the sex, Eric takes a dominant role into making Amy submit to a range of rough sex positions. His attitude switches from being a nice guy to a total sadist: verbally humiliating and domineering the girl. Despite his change in behavior, Amy remains eager to please him and consents to every act but, as the sex goes on, you can see her being pushed further and further out of her comfort zone by Eric’s rough demeanor. Likewise, the further he pushes her, the more Eric seems to get off.

The Housemaid’s Tale, Scene #01

THE HOUSEMAID’S TALE
WEALTHY MAN INTIMIDATES HIS EUROPEAN MAID INTO CLEANING FOR HIM IN THE NUDE

A wealthy man (Charles Dera) comes down the stairs of his house and turns the corner into the living room. He is distracted by his phone, and without looking, he accidentally bumps into a woman (Valentina Nappi), a housemaid who was cleaning in the room. He apologizes, and remarks that she must be the new maid the cleaning company sent over. She responds yes, with a noticeable accent but her english is otherwise quite good. He welcomes her to the payroll, and she replies ‘Thank you, Mr. Bradley’ in a polite and respectful tone. He tells her there’s no need to be so formal, please call him Trent. He asks her for her name — he’s clearly into her. She introduces herself as Rosa. As he listens he notices her accent more, and asks her where she’s from. She replies that she’s Italian. ‘Ah, Italian!’ he exclaims, and boasts that he speaks a little Italian himself. He recites a small phrase in French, and Rosa nervously responds that she doesn’t know French. Trent dismisses his blunder, then boasts that he travels a lot for work and he’s been all over the world. He asks if she likes to travel and she says that she’d never been out of Italy until she moved here a few months ago, her family didn’t have much money growing up and since coming to the States she’s been cleaning houses for a living and sending some of her wages back to them when she can afford to. Trent misses the point, and tells her that she’s missing out if she’s never traveled for fun, getting uncomfortably close to Rosa. It’s clear that she’s unhappy with his close proximity, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

Trent seems emboldened by what he mistakes as Rosa being friendly instead of just polite. He asks her if she’s ever been to one of the local Italian restaurants, a fancy-sounding one. Rosa gives a strained smile at his tone-deaf question and says no, she hasn’t. Trent was clearly expecting this answer, and says that’s perfect, he can take her there sometime! There’s no better five-star restaurant in the area, he knows the head chef personally. Rosa interrupts him and tells him she’s flattered, but she makes it a policy not to date clients. Trent’s smile wavers, and he starts chuckling to himself out of embarrassment. ‘Oh what, you thought I was asking you out on a date?’ he laughs, and then in a bit of a more petty tone, he says ‘You must think I’m some kind of fucking loser to pay my maid to go on a date with me.’ Rosa starts to apologize, she thought- ‘Yeah, I know what you thought,’ Trent interrupts, and his rude tone gradually gets worse as he starts to rant at her. ‘Let me tell you, I do just fine. I’ve dated supermodels, I’ve dated fucking pop stars, trust me, I don’t need to be hitting on my fucking maid, OK?’

As her boss gets more and more riled up, Rosa tries to calm him down. Finally she admits he’s right, she’s so sorry, and to make him feel better about himself she lies and says she must have misunderstood, english isn’t her first language after all, she sometimes misunderstands things. The fact she acted like he was right seems to cool Trent down, and he starts to treat her nicely again, patronizing her even. Oh, of course, how silly of him, apology accepted. Sometimes he forgets who he’s talking to, but he didn’t mean to be so insensitive. He’ll try to speak a bit slower from now on so she can understand better. Reluctantly, Rosa says thank you, and he says he’ll leave her to her work then. He walks past her and gives her a pat on the shoulder, not noticing that she flinches slightly at his touch. He keeps walking away from the camera and out of focus, as Rosa stands there looking shaken.

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CUT TO days later, Rosa is on her knees scrubbing the floor with a sponge or rag, and wearing rubber cleaning gloves. She is wearing a nicer outfit than the previous encounter, one that accents her curves nicely and reveals a bit of her legs and cleavage, though it still looks on the plain, sensible and affordable side. She’s wearing a cleaning apron to keep the clothes relatively clean. Trent comes down the stairs and quietly approaches nearer to her, with the camera following his male gaze POV as he watches her with voyeuristic intent.

After a long moment of watching her silently, Trent says what a nice dress she’s wearing. Rosa is startled for a moment, then sighs in relief. ‘I didn’t see you standing there, Mr. Bradley!’ she scolds him with a nervous laugh. He apologizes for scaring her, and says he hopes she’s not still on edge from what happened the other day. Rosa, clearly lying, says no, of course not, he’s the customer and it’s her job to keep him happy. Trent, oblivious, says that’s good and he’s glad they were able to work things out. He watches for a few more moments and then compliments her on the dress. She looks up at him with a smile and says thanks, does he like it? She’s wearing it for someone special. Trent raises his eyebrows, grins, and says ‘Are you, now,’ thinking she meant him. Rosa says yes as she turns her attention back to scrubbing, and continues saying she has something very special planned for the night. Trent asks her to go on, and she seems to warm up to him a bit since his apology and becomes a bit more talkative. She tells him she’s planning a romantic candlelit dinner, followed by a delicious dessert… although if all goes according to plan, ‘we won’t make it to dessert!’ She lets out a hearty laugh. Trent remarks that that’s very forward of her to say. Rosa looks back at him with a wink and says that she’s Italian, passion runs in her blood. She and Trent continue to talk about her planned special night, with him still thinking it’s him she’s talking about. She asks if she can leave an hour early to get ready and he agrees.

Rosa thanks him graciously as she starts to collect her supplies from around the floor, and says that her boyfriend is going to be so surprised. Mr. Bradley’s face cracks, her boyfriend? Rosa says yes, her boyfriend, for their three month anniversary, didn’t she say so earlier? Mr. Bradley gets up slowly and starts to walk towards her with a heavy step. No, he says angrily, she didn’t say so earlier. Rosa starts to say oh, well who else did he think she was referring to? But before she can finish, Trent interrupts her in a raised voice. ‘I’m not paying you to run off and fuck your fucking boyfriend!’ he shouts. He continues, talking about how she’s prancing around in the dress, trying to turn him on, and now she’s going to reject him to go fuck her boyfriend? And she wants him to pay for it? All it takes is one phone call from him and she’ll be deported so fast. Trent stomps past her and kicks the bucket of water next to her, causing it to spill onto the floor. There, he says without looking back at her, there’s some work to do, she can clean that up.

The next day, Rosa arrives at the house and is surprised to be met by Trent upon arrival. She remarks nervously that she didn’t expect him home this morning, usually he’s in the office until much later. How was her date? Trent asks. Rosa says nervously that it was fine, but doesn’t elaborate. Trent looks her up and down, seeing she’s wearing very plain clothes. He remarks that she’s not all dressed up today, in fact pretty much the opposite. Rosa replies that these clothes seemed more work-appropriate. Trent tells her he disagrees – he liked it when he could see a bit of skin. In fact, he wants to see a lot more. He wants her to strip naked and clean his house in the nude today. Rosa spins around, clutching her supplies in shock. He wants what? Trent says, ‘You don’t want all that money to stop going to your parents, do you?’ She’s worried and says that he wouldn’t do that, and he says, ‘You can try me!’ He then tells her that he just wants to help her and her family… Looking sad and humiliated, Rosa reluctantly says ‘fine’ and starts stripping out of her clothing, throwing them onto the floor in what little protest she can give.

As she strips, Trent stares with great interest. When she’s finally naked, he instructs her to start cleaning. She begins scrubbing down the sink and he tells her she missed a spot, and another spot, and another…

Rosa turns and see that Trent has his cock out. She recoils, saying that this has gone too far while Trent says it’s only just started. As he undresses, he tells her that it’d be a shame if she had to fly away, never to see her boyfriend again… Does she understand the words that are coming out of his mouth? So she knows what she has to do. Rosa’s hesitant but finally goes down on her knees with a defeated, ‘fine.’

Stretching for Daddy, Scene #01

Dominant father Tim (Tommy Pistol) and his stepdaughter Chloe (Kimber Woods) have been having a secret affair for months, right under her mother Erica Lauren’s nose. It’s getting to a point where they keep pushing the boundaries and almost getting caught. But the gullible mom remains clueless. Now, dad wants to fuck his daughter’s ass and she agrees, but she’s never done it before. So, he goes out and buys her a butt plug to stretch herself out for him. She slips it in and then they go upstairs to have lunch as a family. All during lunch, the teen girl twitches and squirms in her short skirt, as she stretches her asshole out for Daddy. He sits beside her, touching her under the table and working himself up … while they both talk innocently with Mom. Finally, when they can’t stand it anymore, the father asks for his favorite pie and his wife offers to get some for the family. As soon as she leaves, he grabs the teen and pulls her to the couch. They have anal sex. As the teen assgasms for the first time, Mom comes back home. They keep quiet and continue fucking while Mom goes into the kitchen to fix their post-lunch treat. The daughter blows him till he shoots his load all over her face. When Mom comes back with their dessert, the semen is dripping from her daughter’s chin.

Crossing Borders, Scene #01

On the final leg of their road trip, an All-American couple (Adriana Chechik) and Adam (Chad White) are unexpectedly detained at the border by a sadistic officer (Tommy Pistol). When the officer discovers drugs on the boyfriend, he orders a cavity search of the girlfriend to be conducted by the boyfriend himself. Not wanting them to be arrested, the shocked girlfriend agrees to comply with the officer and allows a strip search. As the horrified boyfriend removes her clothes and fingers her asshole, he becomes hard despite himself and this is just what the officer was hoping for. He berates the boyfriend for his immoral feelings and coaxes the girlfriend into agreeing to fuck the boyfriend for their freedom, while he watches and ultimately joins in.

Prom Night, Scene #01

PROM NIGHT
Nerdy Girl Gangbanged by Popular Boys Before School Dance

The scene opens on a bed, as a prom gown is carefully being laid out. It’s early evening and a mother is helping her daughter dress for the big night. The girl, Julie, seems very shy and reserved as she strips out of her clothes and slowly climbs into the dress. Her mother, sensing the girl’s nerves, does her best to reassure her. She’s been asked out by the most popular boy in school and still can’t figure out how it happened. The mother tells her it’s because she is beautiful, as she zips the girl up and shows her off in the mirror. The girl, hiding behind her glasses, blushes and tells her mom to stop. She is a total loser at school. No boys like her. Why would he ask her out? The mother takes the girl’s glasses off and tells her sternly that he asked her out because she is special. She is a perfect, precious 18-year- old girl. What boy wouldn’t want that? Julie looks at herself long and hard in the mirror before allowing a slight smile to cross her face.

There is a knock on the door. Julie, now dolled up in her prom dress, opens it to reveal Justin standing there, wearing a suit and carrying a corsage. He looks very handsome. Like prince charming, he kisses her hand, gently slips on the corsage, and invites her to ride with him in the back of his town car.

Inside the backseat, the teens small talk. Julie is very nervous and Justin makes up for it by being overly friendly and boisterous — talking about senior year, football, his recent 18 th birthday kegger. She listens to him with doe eyes, still shocked that he even asked her out. Noticing her stares, Justin breaks to ask if she was surprised that he wanted to go with her. She nods. He tells her that he had seen her around school and always thought she was adorable. So innocent and quiet. A lot of guys talk about her. She blushes and thanks him. I’m sure you are making that up, she says. He asks if he can kiss her and nervously she agrees. They share a kiss, his hand slowly wandering onto her thigh. She looks down at it. Justin remarks what a good kisser she is and tells her that he really likes her. Julie says she likes him too. I bet you can do more than just kiss, he says, putting his hand on her thigh again. Julie nervously nods and they kiss again. How about we go park for a bit and you can show me, Justin tells her. She smiles and quietly says yes. They drive on.

The car pulls up to a clearing and stops. A semi-circle of cars, all with their headlights on, are waiting for them. Several other guys from the school, all in suits, are standing in front of the cars. Justin gets out and walks the confused Julie over to the group. The lights illuminate the girl in her dress, as Justin tells his buddies the good news. Julie is going to fuck them all before prom! Julie looks stunned and grabs Justin by the hand, pulling him to the side. I thought you said we were going to park, she whispers. Just us, not with your friends. Justin’s demeanor changes and he says loudly that if she wants to fuck him so bad, she has to be nice to his friends too. After all, they all like her as much as he does. That’s why he asked her out … because he knew she’d be cool. Julie stares at the boys as they slowly edge closer, cooing at her and convincing her to relax and hang out with them. Desperate to look cool for Justin and to not seem like a prude, Julie ultimately agrees to have sex with all of them

Coming Home, Scene #01

‘Submission is a choice, born of free will and made from a place of strength. It is a deep-seated need to serve the one who has earned your obedience through patience, respect and trust.’
-Unknown

We watch a beautiful, submissive housewife (Casey Calvert) getting ready for her husband (Seth Gamble) to get home from work. She is dressed in a retro floral dress and apron with white stockings that highlights her purity. The house is ultra-modern, which contrasts with the woman’s pinup style and old-fashioned accessories, as if she was transplanted from the 1950s into the modern world.

When she’s done vacuuming and dusting, the housewife fills a crystal bowl with milk and saunters to the bedroom with a doting smile. Her pet (Whitney Wright), a young woman dressed in tight leather with a crystal collar clasped around her neck, stirs on the bed. As the housewife sets the bowl on the floor and sits with her pet, the pet nuzzles in close before crawling off the bed to lap at the milk.

The housewife admires her darling, obedient pet before leaving the room, with the pet crawling on all fours after her. It’s almost time for the husband to arrive, and they’re both eager to greet him after his long day at work.

When the husband steps in through the door, wearing a handsome suit and fedora, he is greeted by his pretty housewife and pet. Once he makes himself comfortable on the sofa, he’s in heaven as he strokes his pet’s hair while his housewife makes sure he has everything he needs. Of course, there’s just one more thing he needs to really take away the stress of the day… and both his housewife and pet are all too willing to deliver.

‘My will is yours.
My mind is yours.
My body is yours.
My heart is yours.
My fears belong to you.
My desires belong to you.
My release belongs to you.
My surrender belongs to you.
I submit to you.
I am yours.
But know this…
You are also mine.’

Nymphomaniac: An Emily Willis Story, Scene #01

NYMPHOMANIA: AN EMILY WILLIS STORY
PSYCH PATIENT HAS SEX WITH DOCTORS AFTER GETTING CAUGHT MASTURBATING

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 violence 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.

The Secretary, Scene #01

‘Anytime your boss tells you yes or no, you have to respect their decision.’
-Unknown

THE SECRETARY

We open with the secretary (Jill Kassidy) laying on the floor with her ass up, looking sexy in her white blouse, pencil skirt, and high heels. Her fingers glide along the keys of the typewriter as she types ‘YES BOSS’ over and over again. In the background, her boss (Derrick Pierce) watches from his desk, hungrily admiring the view.

Once the secretary is done, she brings her boss the sheet of paper, eager for his praise. The boss calmly uncaps his pen and corrects her work. He’s dissatisfied, handing her back the paper and telling her, ‘Again.’

The secretary grins to herself as she hurries off.

CUT TO the secretary returning with another sheet of paper, with the handwritten words ‘PLEASE BOSS’ scrawled across. When the phone rings, the boss orders her to answer it while laying across his desk. As she obediently does so, he corrects her work by holding the paper against her ass. After she hangs up, he gives her the corrected paper, ordering, ‘Again.’

The secretary’s almost giddy at his stern tone, biting her bottom lip as she clutches the paper close to her chest.

CUT TO the secretary knocking on the boss’ door. Once she’s allowed in, she folds the sheet of paper and holds it in her mouth while getting down on all fours. She slowly crawls to her boss’ desk, acting submissive as he stands tall before her. When he takes the paper from her mouth, we see the words ‘FUCK ME BOSS, PLEASE!!’ written in large, desperate letters.

Finally satisfied with her work, the secretary’s wildest fantasy is about to come true as her boss orders her to bend over his desk.

‘Do I go out of my way to help others?
Am I sincere in what I say and do?
Have I a good memory for names and faces?
Can I put people at their ease?
Can I take care of all my boss’ needs?
Then, one day, I will be a good secretary.’