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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.

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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.

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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.

Possessive, Scene #01

POSSESSIVE
DESPERATE BROKE COLLEGE GIRL GIVES UP HER BODY TO REPO MAN

SCENE opens on Natalie, a 20-year-old college student, as she lays quietly in the bed of her small apartment. She has been trying to ignore the man at her door for several minutes now. After the knocking finally stops, Natalie waits a few seconds longer before deciding to sneak to her window. She moves the curtain to one side and peeks out, just long enough to spot him outside before quickly retracting and hiding behind the door. The knocking resumes, this time louder and more violently, causing Natalie to panic. The man calls out from the other side of the door and orders her to open it. He isn’t going anywhere. Natalie bites her nails nervously, unsure of what to do, before finally letting out a sign and opening the door to face him. An intimidating man, with massive biceps, is holding two empty duffel bags. He looks very irritated, cursing at her under his breath before diving into a prepared script. ‘My name is Tony,’ he says. ‘I’m with Flexline Repossessions. I’ve come to collect your possessions to compensate for the student loan you’ve defaulted on … but I’m sure you already know that!’ Natalie looks crestfallen. She tries to reason with him, saying she is starting a new job soon and she should be making payments again by the end of the month. Tony listens and smiles sympathetically. ‘Good, then that means this will be the last time I have to do this,’ he replies, pushing past the doorway and walking into her room. The camera lingers on Natalie’s face as she slowly turns around and closes the door behind him.

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He inspects some items closely, while tossing others directly into his duffel bags. The possessions he doesn’t take are put back haphazardly, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Natalie tries to interject occasionally — especially when he touches a gift from her boyfriend or a family heirloom — but he largely ignores her protests

As Tony works, he begins to pause more frequently to ogle and elicit reactions from Natalie. It becomes clear to her that he is spending less time on this job and more time trying to make her uncomfortable. Through his POV, we see the repo man staring at the girl’s body while he laughs at the position she’s gotten herself into; asks about the sentimental value of certain possessions; and begins to make crass, lewd gestures to try and offend her. He sniffs her underwear as he bags it; comments on a photo of her mom; and asks if her boyfriend satisfies her after discovering a dildo in her drawer. Throughout the ordeal, Natalie tries to remain calm and polite. She just wants to get it over with it, even when he gets right up in her face to intimidate her.

When he finally finishes, he takes stock of what is inside his bags and then remarks that it isn’t going to be enough to cover what she owes. She starts to cry. Glancing out the window, he notices the car parked in her driveway. ‘Is that car yours, the red one?’ He asks. Natalie’s eyes well up in desperation as she feebly tries to hold Tony back. ‘Please don’t take my car,’ she begs him. ‘I need it for my new possessive Desperate Broke College Girl Gives Up Her Body To Repo Man job. If you take it, I’ll never be able to pay back the rest of the loan. PLEASE! You already took everything else!’ Tony is unwavering, clearly enjoying her breakdown. ‘Well,’ he says slowly. ‘There is one other possession I could take instead.’

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.

Bad Samaritans, Scene #01

BAD SAMARITANS
COLLEGE GIRL FIGHTS WITH BF AND ENDS UP COVERED IN CUM BY STRANGERS

SCENE opens on an unhappy couple, Carly and James, as they drive through a residential neighborhood on their way home. The pair have just come from James’ parents house and Carly is very disappointed at the way in which James has treated her in front of his family. Even though they’ve been dating for three years now, the man still won’t commit to anything more than living together. He even had the nerve to laugh about it with his father in front of Carly’s face. Now, as she gives him a piece of her mind, reminding him that she is 25 and just wants to settle down, he accuses her of being overbearing. She should just be happy with what they have and stop pressuring him. The fight reaches a fever pitch when Carly demands to get out of the car. She doesn’t want to be near her boyfriend anymore. He tries to tell her to calm down but, when he reaches a stop sign, she jumps out anyway and starts storming off in the opposite direction. James yells after her for a moment, before growing frustrated, and driving off.

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Several blocks later. Carly is still walking, her arms folded, and tears streaking her face. She pauses to look back at the road. Goddamn bastard didn’t even turn around! He’s going to be sorry when she gets home and dumps him. She mutters to herself as she wanders through the unfamiliar neighborhood. She has no idea where she is, it’s hot as hell, and she left her purse and phone in the car.

A black SUV appears in the distance. As it draws closer, it begins to slow down until it is driving parallel to Carly. A nicely dressed, handsome man rolls down his window and asks her if she is ok. Embarrassed, she tells him she is fine and turns back to begin walking again when the man cuts his engine. ‘Are you sure?’ He asks again. ‘It looks like you’re crying!’ Carly wipes her face and tries to shrug it off. ‘It’s ok … really,’ she replies. ‘I just had a fight with my stupid boyfriend!’ The man in the car laughs. ‘Let me guess … did you storm off to prove a point and, like a typical man, he just left you here?’ Carly nods, a smile creeping across her face. The man smiles back. He stretches out his hand and introduces himself as Adam. ‘This neighborhood is a little sketchy, why don’t you get in and I’ll drive you home?’ He offers. ‘Unlike your boyfriend, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here!’ Carly pauses for a moment in hesitation, looking around. She knows she shouldn’t get in a car with a stranger, but he seems very genuine. Besides, she really has no idea where she is, so she agrees and gets into his car.

As they drive towards her apartment, Adam is friendly and open about himself, telling Carly all about his background and his own relationship history. Carly can’t help but feel a little smitten by the handsome stranger, especially in contrast to her jerky boyfriend. When he nonchalantly tells her that he was on his way to hang out with a friend, she makes a joke about wishing she could tag along too. The last thing she wants to do is go home right now and deal with James. Adam shrugs his shoulders and tells her she is more than welcome to join them. He’ll even take her home afterwards or call her a rideshare. Smiling at him, she bites her lip and agrees. It’ll be fun!

Cut to the doorbell ringing. Nathan, Adam’s friend, opens the door and is surprised to see Adam standing there with a young woman. The men exchange a quick glance before Adam tells him how he found Carly on the roadside. ‘Your boyfriend sounds like an asshole!’ Nathan exclaims, extending his hand. Carly laughs and nods, slightly intimidated, as she is invited in.

CUT to the patio. Adam leads Carly outside while Nathan stays in to grab some drinks. The sun is starting to go down and the view in the back is beautiful. Carly looks around in awe while Adam tells her about how he and Nathan met in college. They played football together and were in the same fraternity. Now they are business partners. Audio-visual equipment. High-end stuff. Lots of celebrity clients. Carly imagines how successful they must be, given the size of Nathan’s house. ‘Is he married?’ She asks. Adam shakes his head. ‘Nah … Lifelong bachelor,’ he replies. Suddenly, Nathan bursts through the back door holding a camera and pointing it at the duo. ‘Say Cheese!’ He jokes. From the camera’s POV, we hear him brag about the new model they just got in and how beautiful the picture quality is. Adam walks over, out of frame, to check it out and the friends ogle the tech specs while the camera secretly zooms in on Carly. She stays awkwardly by the patio edge, occasionally making eye contact with the camera and fidgeting. Nathan jokes and tells Carly to smile … she looks so pretty with the view behind her! Not wanting to be rude, she forces a smile and even makes some bad modeling poses to play along with the boys. ‘You’re not actually recording that, are you?’ She jokes, half-serious. Nathan puts down the camera and says of course not. He tells them their drinks are ready inside.

The trio sit down in the living room and Carly nervously sips her drink. She is starting to think that maybe she should just go home and deal with her boyfriend after all. Nathan continues to tinker with his camera, while Adam tells him more details about what happened to Carly. ‘Do you want us to go beat him up?’ Nathan jokes. Carly tells him that he’s sweet. James probably deserves it after the way he acted … but, she doesn’t need them to do that. She can handle it herself. Adam starts to rant about how shitty men can be, how disrespectful and rude they are. Women should be treated like goddesses … not like pieces of trash you leave on the roadside. Nathan chimes in, adding that Carly should at least consider some kind of payback. After all, the jerk should feel bad for what he’s done. What if she had been attacked out there? ‘The neighborhood he left you in,’ Adam adds. ‘Is notorious for violent crime, especially against women!’ Carly didn’t realize that, and the weight of what James did to her slowly begins to sink in. ‘It is really shitty that he didn’t even try to look for me,’ she mutters. Nathan and Adam move closer to her on either side of the couch. ‘So, what do you think you’re going to do?’ Adam asks. ‘It needs to be something that really pisses him off!’ Nathan adds. Carly looks up at them, as they invade her personal space with their questions. ‘I don’t know,’ she replies meekly. The men continue to pepper her with questions: What makes him mad? Does he get jealous easily? Maybe, the best revenge she could take is to make him jealous. Make him wish he hadn’t been such a pussy and just married her like she wanted. They get Carly riled up to a point where she is agreeing with them. It would be satisfying to see him suffer a little. Nathan motions to his camera. ‘I bet he’d freak out if he saw you with us,’ he suggests. Carly looks down at it. ‘Probably …’ she trails off. ‘Hey, let’s take some photos and send them to him,’ Adam adds. ‘I have a blocked number!’ Before Carly can say anything, Nathan is snapping photos of Adam and Carly on the couch. ‘Sit on his lap!’ Nathan says, laughing. Carly hesitates before Adam encourages her to climb on. He is laughing too. She swallows hard before deciding to just do it and slides onto his lap. She can feel the bulge in his pants as they pose together for Nathan. The man sits down beside them and takes a few more intimate photos before joining in on a selfie. ‘Now, kiss me,’ Adam says. Carly hesitates again. ‘I think we’ve got enough good photos already!’ Nathan pushes her head towards his friend and reminds her that she needs to make her boyfriend jealous. Really jealous. Make it convincing. She reluctantly agrees to give Adam a kiss, while Nathan puts the camera on a tripod and moves into join them. ‘Say cheese!’ He says again before asking permission to take her clothes off. She looks into the camera lens blankly before turning back to him. ‘Like … do you mean, have sex with me?’ She asks nervously. Nathan smiles. ‘Nothing feels worse than when your girl steps out on you,’ he says, his voice changing in tone. ‘So, if you want to prove your point, you’ll let us fuck you and you’ll enjoy every moment of it for the camera!’ Carly looks into the lens one final time before slowly agreeing to have sex with them. After all, James shouldn’t have left her. He should have come back. This is all his fault.

Anne – Act One: The Orphanage

ANNE – ACT ONE: THE ORPHANAGE

SCENE opens late one night. A cop car pulls into frame and parks beside a large residential complex. The driver door opens, and a uniformed officer gets out, adjusting himself and sauntering up the front steps. A plaque on the door reads: The Hands Transition House for Wayward Girls. No one answers when he knocks, so the officer lets himself in.

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Inside the complex. The officer walks down a darkened hallway towards the main office of Mr. Hands. His transitional facility is a government sponsored orphanage that, according to state regulations, is supposed to release its orphans once they turn eighteen. But, Mr. Hands has discovered a much more lucrative way to retain them. He has built a secret room in the back of his property where he moves the girls once they come of age. There, he can keep them occupied to support his other business ventures and no one from the establishment ever needs to know.

But the officer knows. That is why he is here. He has been accepting bribes for years. When he enters the office, he walks in on Mr. Hands, dressed in a smoking jacket, receiving a blowjob from one of his girls. The 18-year-old orphan is dirty and half-naked, resting on her hands and knees to service the corrupt proprietor. She doesn’t even look up as Mr. Hands casually invites the officerto sit down. ‘Sorry, I didn’t expect you tonight!’ He laughs. The officer is used to the man’s complete lack of discretion and curtly requests his monthly envelope. As he slowly takes it out of his pocket, Mr. Hands boasts to the officer about business. He has a fresh acquisition: an 18-year-old orphan named Anne. The girl had been dumped on his doorstep years ago and grew up in the orphanage. Despite being abandoned, she still holds out the naïve hope that one day her beloved parents will return, even wearing a broken necklace left for her by her mother!

Their conversation is intercut with tightly cropped shots of Anne being led up the back of the property to the secret room. We do not see her face, only her hands clutching a broken heart necklace as she walks nervously.

The officer cuts the man off and demands his envelope. He doesn’t need a sob story. Just keep the girls low-profile and nobody should come around to bother him. After all, they’re all adults, right? And he isn’t doing anything inappropriate to them, right?!? The men laugh, as Mr. Hands stands up, dismisses the girl, and hands the envelope to the officer. He peeks inside before tucking it in his pocket and going to exit. ‘Please tell me one thing, though,’ the officer says, chuckling. ‘Is this one at least pretty?’ Mr. Hands curls his lips up in a sneer and says ‘The prettiest one I’ve ever had. A redhead!’

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Inside the secret room. Anne’s face is revealed for the first time, as she sits down on her new cot still clutching the broken heart necklace.

Anne stares out the window, still clutching her broken heart, as the camera slowly tracks back to reveal seven other 18-year-old orphans sharing the same room. The space looks more like a sweatshop than an orphanage, with work stations set up at each cot.

Mr. Hands has been using the girls as labor for a black-market business he has selling used panties. When they aren’t producing for him, they work on webcam and other forms of men’s entertainment to earn their keep. Free room and board … plus some extra perks if they get along well with the boss. On this evening, two of the orphans are busy working a cam show while three others rub, remove and package a giant stack of panties. They’ve been at it all day and look exhausted. Another girl dolls herself up in a cracked mirror, getting ready for a special guest that evening, while, Sally, a frail girl lies huddled in her cot trying to get some sleep. Her leg braces rest beside her.

Patty, the resident bully, comes bursting into the room with her sidekick, Bonnie. The two orphans have been with Mr. Hands the longest and enjoy making the other girls squirm. Sally is their favorite target. Bonnie grabs her leg braces and makes fun of her while Patty stirs up the other orphans to get involved, teasing that it won’t be long before Mr. Hands gets tired of the normal girls and wants a go at the cripple. This is because, each night, he comes into the room and cherry picks a few girls to fuck him in exchange for work relief.

Patty starts to imitate him, going from girl to girl, groping and kissing them, and offering them favors in exchange for sex as they all laugh and play along. Sally buries herself under the covers to hide from their teasing, as Anne takes notice and rushes over to break up the crowd. Protecting Sally, she demands that Bonnie let go of her braces. When Patty comes at her, the two girls almost get into a fight. The orphans restrain Anne until she finally backs down, telling the bullies to stop picking on girls weaker than them. Patty retaliates by telling all the other orphans that they shouldn’t support Anne. After all, she is the reason why Mr. Hands has been doubling down on the rest of them. If she wasn’t such a goody-two-shoes virgin and just let Hands fuck her occasionally, life would be simpler. After all, it’s not that hard if you just play along. ‘But Anne thinks she’s better than the rest of us, girls!’ Patty yells. ‘All because of that stupid necklace and the delusional belief that her parents actually love her!’ Furious, Anne rushes her again and the orphans start to fight when Mr. Hands comes barging into the room.

The orphans panic and jump into their cots. Mr. Hands staggers through the room, demanding to know who was causing the ruckus. He pokes around each cot, unimpressed with the state of the girls’ workload, before zeroing in on Anne, who is hiding in a corner of the room. Getting right up in her face, he accuses the orphan of distracting the other girls and keeping them from finishing their work. Before she can protest, he punishes her with double duty the following day. Several other orphans laugh gleefully as he doles out the punishment, but Mr. Hands quietens the crowd. ‘Of course, there is one easy way to get out of this, Anne,’ he says with a sneer. Anne tells him she isn’t interested and tries to get around him. The lusty proprietor follows her, sneaking a look up her skirt and telling her it would only last a few minutes. All the other girls do it and some have even grown to like it.

He pulls Patty to her feet and starts to use her as an example. She is clean, well-fed, and has everything an 18-year-old girl would want. He pulls Bonnie up as well and bends her over. Looking at her friend with a smirk, Bonnie hikes up her skirt and pulls down her panties. ‘Would you like my pussy or my ass tonight, Mr. Hands?’ She asks submissively. He slaps the girl on the ass and tells her to make out with her friend to get him hard first. She does obediently. Anne turns away in disgust.

Mr. Hands fucks Bonnie and Patty in front of Anne to try and coax her into agreeing to be with him too. She continues to refuse his advances, even as the two girls join him in his taunts. They follow Anne all over the room, fucking and teasing her while she tries to avoid them.

Several other orphans chime in to pressure her while the rest watch nervously in silence. In the end, Mr. Hands cums in the mouths of his two most loyal orphans, who lick him up eagerly and tell Anne she is just being a prude. Her parents are never going to come for her. And she has nowhere else to go. Anne clutches her broken heart and asks Mr. Hands to leave her alone. Angry, the sweaty man rips the necklace from her neck and storms out of the room, leaving the girl to collapse in a crying heap as all the other orphans tuck into their cots and go to sleep.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Anne is shell-shocked and depressed, having no hope left after her necklace was taken. She kneels on all fours, scrubbing the orphanage’s courtyard, while the other girls goof off around her. Mr. Hands has made it his mission to break the girl’s spirit by having her do all the chores by herself. Only the crippled Sally tries to help her.

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A luxury car pulls into the complex. A beautiful and well-dressed woman named Ms. Farling gets out and walks to the front door of the orphanage. She is the personal assistant of a very successful businessman named Anthony Westfield, who has been asked to invite a local orphan to his estate for an upcoming charity event. When Mr. Hands opens the door, he is immediately suspicious. His informants are supposed to keep people like this off his property, especially nosey women. When she hands him a letter from the state requesting his cooperation, Mr. Hands has no choice but to invite her inside. As they tour the kitchen and common areas, Ms. Farling tells the crooked proprietor that her boss never had a daughter of his own, so she is hoping to take in a teenage girl for the week as a surprise for him. Mr. Hands freezes. He tells her coldly that they don’t have any good girls right now … only delinquents and troublemakers. But he has plenty of children in the other building if she wants to take a tour. Disappointed, Ms. Farling agrees but just as they are about to exit she overhears the orphans in the courtyard. She can see them through a window and insists that she go down and look, despite Mr. Hands’ protests.

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Ms. Farling enters the courtyard and all the orphans stop, stunned to see such a beautiful and sophisticated woman in their midst. They know they are not supposed to interact with the public and a few of them even try to hide. Anne is the only one who doesn’t react, her face still focused on the floor. Ms. Farling notices her immediately and walks over, kneeling to address the sad looking girl. She feels so sorry for her. She asks her name and how old she is and, when Anne doesn’t respond, Sally limps over to join them. ‘This is Anne, ma’am,’ she says politely. ‘She is 18-years-old and has been here since she was a baby. One day, her parents are going to come back and get her!’ A single tear streams down Anne’s face as she makes eye contact with Ms. Farling for the first time. ‘Is that true, young lady?’ She asks, clearly moved. Anne nods slowly. ‘Would you like to come with me and let me help you find your parents?’ She asks. Anne smiles for the first time in weeks and Mr. Hands, who has been watching anxiously in the background, steps in between them. He tells Ms. Farling to ignore Anne, she is the worst of the lot. A thief. Not the type of orphan her boss would ever want in his home. Ms. Farling, her eyes never leaving Anne’s, replies that she has made up her mind. Anne is the perfect candidate, even more so if she has a troubled past. After all, the press loves a good story and the girl will be a great fit for her boss’ image. Mr. Hands tries to dissuade her, but the assistant reminds him of her court order. The state clearly says that she can select any orphan she wishes from under his care.

Left without a choice, Mr. Hands puts on a fake smile and assures the assistant that he will personally bring Anne to their estate in the morning. He is always supportive of charity. She smiles and, hugging Anne, tells her she will see her tomorrow. It’s only a day away. She lets herself out, leaving Mr. Hands alone with the orphans. His fake smile turns into a snarl the moment she is gone. He plucks Anne up and drags her out of the courtyard, while the other orphans rush back up to their room.

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Mr. Hands leads Anne into his office and throws her down on the couch. He tells her that he has no intention of letting her leave after she has disobeyed him so many times. She begs him to let her go, pleading that this opportunity may be her only chance to find her real parents again. Mr. Hands laughs and pulls the broken heart necklace out from his pocket. He dangles it in front of Anne’s face while using the situation to manipulate her. Why should he cooperate when she has been so uncooperative in the past? She knows what she needs to do to get favors from him. Desperate, Anne finally offers to have sex with Mr. Hands if he will agree to take her in the morning as he had promised. He smiles and makes her repeat her offer several times, to his amusement and sick satisfaction. Then he takes his pants down and takes Anne’s virginity in his office.

Once he has cum, Mr. Hands staggers over to his desk. He pulls out a vial and a rolled-up bill, leaning over the desk to sniff something up, as Anne struggles to put her skirt back on. She asks what time she should be ready in the morning and, looking coldly at her whilst sniffing, Mr. Hands replies that he has changed his mind. He’s going to bring someone else instead. Maybe Patty. Anne wasn’t quite as good as he would have expected. A bit of a letdown, really, considering all those months of buildup. Betrayed and furious, Anne charges at Mr. Hands, screaming that she is leaving and that she wants her necklace back that he stole from her. The crooked proprietor grabs her by the throat. ‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he growls before locking the orphan in his closet. He sits down at his desk, does another line, and puts his feet up as Anne pounds her fists behind the door.

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.

Anne – Act Two: The Escape, Scene #01

ANNE – ACT TWO: THE ESCAPE

SCENE opens inside Mr. Hands’ closet. Anne is seated, curled up in a ball, when she hears the knob slowly turn. The door opens, as Sally crawls in towards her friend, her bad leg dragging behind her. In a hushed tone, she tells Anne to stay quiet and they slowly crawl out together. Mr. Hands is passed out on his desk. As soon as the girls get out of the office, they quickly tip-toe through the common areas to the front door. Anne turns to thank her friend and Sally hands her Mr. Westfield’s address. ‘I copied it off the letter on Hands’ desk while he was sleeping,’ she says triumphantly. Anne hugs her friend. Sally smiles, reaching into her pocket and retrieving the necklace. ‘Thought you might need this too,’ she adds. Anne kisses her, before running off the property and into the night.

A car pulls up outside a large estate and Anne steps out, thanking the driver for letting her hitch a ride. It drives off leaving her to take in Mr. Westfield’s mansion for the first time. It’s the biggest, most luxurious house she has ever seen! But, as Anne looks down at her shabby outfit and dirty hands, she has a moment of self-doubt and starts to walk away when a gardener notices her. He calls out, asking who she is and Anne mumbles that she is here to see Ms. Farling. She is the orphan. Another gardener comes around the corner and notices her. He gives the girl a long look before using his intercom to call someone. ‘Right this way,’ he tells her, as both workers accompany the girl to the front steps.

A butler opens the door. He is very polished and handsome, dressed in a tuxedo. ‘She is the girl that Ms. Farling told us about,’ one of the gardeners says. The butler dismisses them before turning his eyes to the girl. ‘You are the prettiest orphan I have ever seen!’ He says. ‘What is your name and how old are you?’ Anne replies, and the butler extends his hand, inviting her inside.

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The Foyer. As the butler starts to explain the layout, Ms. Farling rushes into the room. She is still in her dressing gown and seems surprised that Anne is here alone. ‘Sweetheart,’ she says. ‘I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Is Hands still here? I have some papers for him to sign.’ Not wanting to reveal what happened, Anne lies that he dropped her off at the gate but had to leave. Slightly agitated, as if expecting to have more time to prepare for the girl’s arrival, Ms. Farling accepts her story. ‘I see you’ve met Bruno, our butler,’ she says, placing a warm hand on the butler’s chest. He bows slightly. ‘He will be at your service, morning, noon and night. But, let me show you the rest of the house. We have a lot to do today to get you prepared!’

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In a long tracking shot, the trio walk into the kitchen, where a CHEF is busy whisking in a bowl. She stops and stares at the girl. ‘This is our personal chef, Mrs. Orchard,’ Ms. Farling says before lowering her voice to a whisper. ‘She is a little eccentric, but her food is delicious, I promise!’ Anne laughs. They move to the living area, where a beautiful maid is extending herself to dust the tall corners of the room. Her stature is accentuated by a somewhat revealing outfit. ‘This is Hilda, our housekeeper,’ Ms. Farling says. The maid rushes over and gives Anne a warm hug, kissing her on each cheek. ‘You are so perfect,’ she says softly. ‘daddy is sure to love you!’ Anne looks up at Ms. Farling in confusion and the assistant grips her shoulders tightly. ‘That’s just what we call Mr. Westfield in this house,’ she tells Anne. ‘He is such a role model that I like to think of him as a father figure. It is very important to treat him with respect.’ They keep walking, with the maid joining the group. Ms. Farling and the staff knowingly exchange glances, as Anne walks ahead of them innocently. They pass a darkened wing of the house, where a GAURD is standing watch. ‘Who is that?’ Anne whispers. Ms. Farling quickens her pace, explaining that this is daddy’s office. He is inside right now, having a very important meeting and cannot be disturbed. That’s why he has protection. Anne looks at the guard nervously. ‘Come quickly,’ Ms. Farling says. ‘You are supposed to be a surprise for daddy … and I don’t want to ruin it.’ They turn a corner and spot another well-dressed man. ‘This is Michael, our driver,’ Ms. Farling continues. ‘He will take you wherever you wish to go. We have 12 different cars on the property.’ Anne says hello shyly while the handsome driver kisses her hand and introduces himself. He joins them, and they move the tour upstairs.

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The second floor. As Ms. Farling explains the house’s various features and rules, Anne looks around at the staff following them. They are all smiling at her intently. It makes her a little uncomfortable, mostly because she has never had so much attention focused on herself. She sticks close to Ms. Farling and asks the assistant if she really thinks that Mr. Westfield can help her find her real parents. The assistant stops and curtly reminds the orphan that, in this house, he is not Mr. Westfield. He is daddy. She must not forget that. It is a very important rule. Anne apologies but Ms. Farling cuts her off. ‘There is no need to apologize, my darling. We are all here to help make sure you give off the best possible first impression tonight when you meet him,’ she says. ‘I know he is going to be so surprised when he sees that I’ve brought him a beautiful girl!’ Anne looks down at herself again and mutters about not feeling very beautiful. Ms. Farling assures her that it is their responsibility during her stay to ensure she is treated like a princess. Anne should enjoy all the spoils of being at home here — just as if she were daddy’s real daughter. ‘And then we can look for my parents?’ Anne asks. Ms. Farling nods, adding that if anyone has the right connections to find them, it will be daddy. The staff eye each other and the girl lustfully.

‘What would you like us to do first, Anne?’ the butler asks, putting his arms on Anne’s waist. ‘We will do anything you want!’ adds the driver. Ms. Farling smiles as the maid grabs Anne’s shoulders from behind. ‘How about we get you cleaned up?’ She says, whispering in her ear. Anne gulps before slowly nodding and telling them that a shower would be nice. ‘I think you’re really going to like it here!’ The assistant says warmly, leaning in to kiss the young orphan on the cheek.

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The bathroom. Anne is naked in the shower, being washed by Ms. Farling and the maid who have taken off their clothes to join her. She seems very awkward at their touch but is trying to fit in — she wants to like it here. She needs to like it here. As they sensually scrub her body, Ms. Farling tells the orphan all about their boss. He is such a high-profile, busy man that he has never settled down or had a family of his own. When she began planning this charity event, she knew it was a perfect opportunity to change that. She wants to give daddy a feeling he’s never been able to enjoy, despite his success. Ms. Farling seems so proud of her plan that Anne doesn’t want to bring up her parents again. It might seem rude. But, that’s all that she can think about. The women continue to stress the point of making a good first impression to daddy, so much so that Anne becomes very visibly anxious about it. The maid asks the orphan if she is OK and, after some coaxing, Anne admits that she’s nervous to meet him. She’s never been given so much before and she doesn’t want to screw it up. Ms. Farling starts to steer the conversation towards how she and her staff deal with stress. They help each other relax, in every possible way. Taking a cue from the assistant, the maid chimes in to ask if Anne has ever enjoyed an orgasm. Anne confesses that she’s never had one — she won’t admit what happened with Mr. Hands, but she alludes to having had a past negative experience. The women are surprised and insist that they help her — especially if she wants to be relaxed for this evening. After a bit of coaxing, Anne agrees. She trusts the women. The maid and Ms. Farling work together to make Anne cum before leading the overwhelmed girl out of the shower where the butler and driver are waiting. They dry her off and then ask permission to make her orgasm too. Anne hesitates again but Ms. Farling reiterates the importance of what they are doing. They are only trying to help her prepare for tonight. ‘And you really think that daddy will be able to find my parents?’ Ms. Farling says yes, and Anne ultimately agrees. She has come so far already, she can’t stop now. The staff take turns having sex and pleasuring her.

After they have finished, Ms. Farling dismisses the others, so she can help get Anne dressed. Excited at the prospect of giving daddy his surprise, the assistant proclaims she has the perfect outfit set aside!

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The dining room. Anne sits at a beautifully appointed table, wearing a stylish red dress and looking like the opposite of the orphan who arrived just hours earlier. The entire staff is also seated but the head of the table remains empty. After a long, awkward pause, daddy bursts into the room flagged by his guard. He is on his phone with his lawyer, clearly in a very bad mood, and pays no attention to the girl sitting beside him. The staff look at each other anxiously. Slamming his phone down, he demands to know what’s being served as the CHEF ladles some soup into his bowl. ‘Roasted carrot with crème fraiche,’ she replies. daddy makes a face and starts eating, as he tells Ms. Farling to go over his itinerary for the rest of the week. His assistant pulls out her tablet and starts to break it down for him while Anne twitches in anticipation. At a certain point, daddy looks over and notices her. ‘Who the hell is this kid?’ He asks his assistant gruffly. Ms. Farling reminds him about the upcoming charity event he’s hosting and how she was tasked to bring in an orphan to spend the week with him as part of the publicity campaign. daddy looks Anne up and down before replying that he thought she was going to get a child. ‘How old are you?’ He asks. Anne replies meekly that she is eighteen. daddy grunts and tells Ms. Farling that a teenage girl is the last thing he needs in his house. Ms. Farling protests, advising him that it would be a nice idea to have him spend some quality time with a nice young woman, since he isn’t married and never had a daughter. He stares at her coldly without responding. ‘Besides …’ she nervously adds. ‘It will look very good for your image, daddy. It will show the public a softer side to the Westfield empire and, hopefully, downplay some of the recent rumors…’ daddy mulls this over before finally agreeing and asking for the next course.

While everyone eats their meal, Ms. Farling keeps encouraging Anne to talk about herself. She tells the businessman all about her life in the orphanage, the other girls she grew up with, and how happy she is to have been chosen to represent him as his daughter for the week. daddy remains cold despite all her efforts to charm him and the staff are so preoccupied with making sure the pair get along that is causes a lot of tension around the table. Finally, daddy excuses himself for bed and leaves abruptly, accompanied by his guard. Anne is crestfallen.

‘He hates me, I just know it!’ She says pitifully. ‘Please don’t send me back Ms. Farling … I’ll do anything to stay!’ Hugging her tightly as the rest of the staff solemnly clear the table, Ms. Farling tells her not to give up. She will make sure Anne is not sent back to the orphanage. But, she needs her to be a little more convincing. daddy has a hard shell, but he is soft on the inside. All he needs is to feel like he is in control of the situation. That’s how he runs his business. Anne asks what else she can do and, helping her to her feet, Ms. Farling suggests she go and say goodnight to the man – alone. If she can prove what a good girl she is, daddy will surely want her to stay and help her find her parents. As Ms. Farling accompanies Anne to the stairwell, she reminds her of how good the staff made her feel earlier. Anne nods nervously. ‘That is how daddy likes it too,’ the assistant adds. ‘Remember that!’ They walk to daddy’s door, where the guard is standing. Ms. Farling tells him that Anne is going in to say goodnight and he lets her pass. She glances back at Ms. Farling, who shoos her in with a final look of encouragement. When she disappears, the assistant turns back to the guard and tells him to take a break. She needs to monitor this herself. The guard flashes her a quick smile and speaks for the first time. ‘Bringing him a teenage orphan … that’s low even for you, Farling!’ he jokes. ‘Yes,’ Ms. Farling replies curtly ‘I know. But anything is better than the hookers at this point!’ The guard walks off, leaving the assistant alone at the door.

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daddy’s bedroom. The man is under the covers, in his pajamas, and on his phone when Anne enters timidly. ‘What are you doing in here?’ He demands, shocked to see her. ‘Nobody comes in my room without my permission!’ Anne, putting on a brave face, marches over to the bed and tells him that she wants to say goodnight. They may have got off to the wrong foot downstairs, but she wants him to know that she is the best possible orphan for his charity event. daddy is not amused. He asks if his assistant put her up to this. ‘That woman is always meddling in my private affairs,’ he grumbles. Anne bites her lip and sits down on the bed boldly. ‘Now listen daddy,’ she says. ‘You are rich, powerful, and very intimidating. When I walked into your house today, I knew I had walked in to somewhere special. And I’m going to be the greatest daughter you’ve ever dreamed of — even if it is only for pretend!’ daddy cuts Anne off and gets right into her face. ‘I don’t need a daughter,’ he replies. ‘I just need a photo op!’ Anne shrinks back. She mumbles something about being a good girl. daddy laughs. ‘When I want a girl, I hire one. I don’t want to be your fucking parent!’ He barks, turning back to his phone. ‘Now get out of here before I call security.’

Anne slowly gets off the bed and starts towards the door, crying. She knows that daddy is the key to her future, to finding her real parents. If she leaves now, she leaves with nothing. Like Ms. Farling said, she just needs to convince him. Something inside her snaps and Anne spins around. ‘You’re wrong!’ she screams, storming back to his bedside. ‘You do need someone to love. Not someone you have to pay for; someone who will worship you and respect you!’ She breaks down before him, twitching in her red dress. ‘I have spent eighteen years searching for my parents. They abandoned me. But you won’t!’ daddy doesn’t know what to do. He tells the frazzled girl to away from him. She’s a god-damn kid, what will the press think? Anne starts to cry in a panic. ‘They will think I am going to be your new daughter. I promise to be a good girl for you. I promise you will come to love me … if you just give it a chance. I will do anything you ask, daddy! BUT I’M NOT LEAVING THIS ROOM!’ She starts to climb on the bed towards him as he shrinks back, yelling for Ms. Farling. ‘She only wants what’s best for you too,’ Anne continues pleading. ‘Just give me a try, daddy… I need your help!’ daddy gets very angry and leaps out of bed to physically escort Anne out. She kicks and screams as he struggles to carry her to the door. In desperation, she starts to kiss and grab at him too. They struggle before he throws her back on the bed. ‘Are you making a pass at me, little girl?’ He growls, towering over her. ‘Because I will tear you up!’ Not knowing what to do, the tear-streaked orphan tells him yes, if that’s what he wants. He can do whatever he wants to her if he will just let her stay and help her afterwards. Her constant advances awaken something inside of daddy and the icy, distant man rips her dress off. Staring down at the naked girl, he reveals himself and tells her to suck it. It’s been days since he could hire a girl anyway.

The harder he pounds; the more Anne calls him daddy and begs for him to accept her. She slowly breaks the man down. His hate fucking slowly turns into passionate sex, with the pair kissing and acting lovingly by the time daddy cums inside of her. Their sex is INTERCUT with shots of Ms. Farling watching and masturbating from outside the door.

After they have finished, Anne kisses daddy and they share a tender moment. Ms. Farling enters and, giving her boss a knowing look, informs Anne that it is time for bed. ‘You see, I always have your best interests at heart, don’t I daddy?’ She says and leads the naked orphan out of the room, holding her hand. The man falls back on his bed and a smile crosses his face.

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Anne’s new bedroom. Ms. Farling tucks Anne in and kisses her on the forehead, telling her how proud she is of everything the young orphan did to prove herself. She knew Anne was special! Once alone, Anne says a short prayer to her parents. She tells them that she is doing everything she can so that one day they will be reunited. Hopefully. She falls asleep happily, holding on to her broken heart.

The Sting, Scene #01

THE STING
Two Men Lure Teen to Seedy Motel for Double Creampie

SCENE opens one night as Trix, an 18-year-old street girl, looms in front of a large graffiti wall that marks her favorite corner. Cars and pedestrians pass by, as the girl lingers. The camera cuts in closer to reveal her scantily clad outfit and high heels as they dig into the gravel road. She lights up a cigarette. A car slowly pulls up and a man leans out the window. ‘Do you want a ride?’ He asks gruffly. Giving him the quick once-over and stubbing out her smoke, Trix agrees and crosses the car to get into the front seat. Once inside, the man, a husky blue-collar type, takes a moment before asking what she’s into. Putting on her street-smart attitude, Trix tells him that it depends what he’s looking for. ‘I’m looking for an all- night kind of thing,’ he replies coldly. Trix bites her lip, giving him another good look, before cautiously responding that that is fine. He tells he knows a good motel and they drive off. A hotel clerk sits hunched behind his desk, scribbling annotations into a small field notes book when the bell chimes. He looks up, distracted, to find the blue-collar man standing with Trix at his side. He asks for a room for the right, preferably the one on the end if it’s free. The clerk closes his book and stares at the couple. Without saying anything, he points to a NO SOLICITING sign beside his window. Trix steps forward and assures the clerk that it’s just her and her man passing through town and looking for a quiet place to sleep. Nothing to worry about. The clerk looks hard at the girl before turning his eyes back to the man. ‘Last one’s vacant,’ he says. ‘I’ll need some ID.’ The man hands the clerk a card as the clerk hands him back a key.

CUT to Trix and the man exiting the clerk’s office and walking down the motel’s exterior lobby to their room on the end. They disappear inside, leaving the camera to linger on the stillness of the night. After a few moments, the office door slowly opens and the clerk steps out, his field book in hand and a gun tucked in the back of his pants. He cautiously walks down to the room and looks in through the window. From his POV, we see Trix and the man settling into the room. She stands before him, presenting herself.

CUT to inside the room. The man asks how old Trix is and she tells him 18-years-old. He asks how she came to be such a whore. Rolling her eyes at the small talk, she tells him she ran away from home and she isn’t a whore. She has daddy issues, that’s all. The man asks if she has a pimp. Trix laughs … and says no. I know how to take of myself. She cuts the conversation short by asking what the man would like to do first. He tells her to strip which she does. Then he tells her to take clothes off. She does. The man tells her he likes rough sex. She tells him fine, but no marks. He tells her he’ll be careful. This descends into the first BG sex scene, where the man roughly fucks Trix in several positions around the room … each rougher than the last. The sex scene is intercut with POV shots from the window, as the clerk watches what is unfolding in his room. He scribbles down observations as he watches. In the end, the man takes great pleasure in finishing Trix off with a big creampie which dribbles out of her. She lays exhausted on the bed, wiping her pussy. ‘You know, I never usually let men cum inside of me,’ she says. The man laughs and tells her not worry, she’ll get what’s coming to her after he cleans up. He excuses himself to the bathroom. While the shower runs, the girl slowly gets herself up and starts gathering her things.

CUT to the window. The clerk closes his field book and tucks it in his back pocket. In its place, he pulls out a badge (hidden under his shirt) and the gun tucked behind his back and kicks open the door. Catching Trix by surprise, the clerk bursts in telling her to freeze and put her hands up. This is a sting operation. The frightened girl freezes like a deer in headlights. She knows what this means, as the man steps out of the bathroom and pats the clerk on the back. ‘Thanks for letting me get that creampie,’ he says before turning to Trix. ‘Remember this, the next time you try something like this, sweetheart!’ She scowls at him, covering herself up. He kisses her on the forehead condescendingly before leaving the room. ‘Now we can do this the hard way,’ the clerk says, ‘which involves my partner and I taking you down to the station … or we can do this the easy way.’ Trix crosses her legs and stares at the man in disgust. The room goes silent except for the sound of her leg shaking nervously. ‘Fine,’ Trix says. ‘I’ll blow you too, is that what you want?’ The clerk looks her up and down before slowly shaking his head. Trix asks what it’ll take. The man, slowly putting his badge and gun down on the dresser, tells her she’ll need to do everything she just did to his partner to him. She shakes her head. ‘I already took one load,’ she says defiantly, ‘I’m not taking another. I’m not on the pill.’ The man laughs and tells her it’s not his fault she’s careless. They exchange several more rounds of debate before the frustrated girl agrees to have sex with the clerk. This descends into the second BG sex scene, where the clerk rough fucks Trix and gives her a second creampie of the night. All during the sex, she fucks him back in anger … pissed off that she’s got caught and trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. After he has finished, the clerk stands up sweaty and triumphant. ‘Clean yourself up and get out of here,’ he orders as he throws his clothes on and leaves the room. Trix stares at the door, gritting her teeth, before breathing a sigh of relief. She looks around the room and notices the gun and badge still on the dresser. Cautiously, she walks over and picks the badge up: it’s a cheap novelty item. She’s been had. She grabs the gun and. In a fury, storms out of the hotel room slamming the door.

Open House, Scene #01

OPEN HOUSE
Young Real Estate Agent Tricked into Sex by Creepy Pervert

SCENE opens on Karen, a 20-year-old real estate assistant, as she puts a tray of cookies into the oven. She is preparing one of her new properties for an open house today and wants everything to be perfect. While the cookies bake, she walks through the downstairs to make sure everything is in order: straightening pillows, spraying air freshener, placing a bouquet of flowers on the table, and stacking her house flyers neatly by the door. You can tell the young woman is nervous, it’s her first ever showing on her own and she is eager to become an actual seller’s agent one day. She checks herself in the mirror and adjusts her pencil skirt and blouse … before walking out onto the lawn and staking an ‘OPEN HOUSE’ sign into the ground. A long POV shot shows her walk back into the house and close the door, before a creepy young man steps into the frame and reveals that he has been watching her. He grabs the bulge in his pants and walks towards the house.

CUT to Karen arranging the cookies on a plate when the man quietly enters the house. He watches her from the hallway for a moment before noticing him. She steps back startled as he approaches. ‘I’m sorry to frighten you,’ he says calmly. ‘I’m here for the open house.’ Karen composes herself and apologizes, quickly snapping into show mode. She offers the man a cookie and begins to show him the kitchen, proudly explaining that this is her first listing as a real estate assistant and, once she sells it, she will be able to move up the ranks in her agency and get a full-time position. While she is explaining, the man lingers behind her staring. POV angles show him watching her every move. She can feel his eyes on him and it makes her nervous. When she asks him questions, he always answers calmly … but his eyes never leave her. He seems very insistent on seeing the view from the master bedroom.

Just as they are about to go upstairs, the doorbell rings and another visitor arrives. Relieved, Karen excuses herself and goes to open the door. She begins to show them around while the man hovers at the stairs, watching her. After a few moments, he slowly walks up the stairs and disappears.

Two Hours Later

Karen opens the door and shows the final visitor out, thanking them profusely for the visit and urging them to check her other listings out online. The young agent seems desperate. She closes the door and presses herself against it, swearing. All that effort to get the house ready and ANOTHER failure. She had promised the listing agent she would sell it today and she knows they will never give her a chance now. Muttering to herself, she kicks off her heels, throws the flyers, flowers, and cookies in a trash bag, and heads upstairs to shut off the lights.

When she walks into the bedroom, trash bag in hand, she is startled again to see the man standing there admiring the view. She lets out a noise as he spins around and smiles at her. ‘It’s beautiful up here,’ he says. Stuttering, she apologizes … she didn’t realize he was still here. The man stares at her for a moment before slowly approaching. ‘I overheard you downstairs,’ he continues. ‘It’s a shame that you didn’t get any leads today. I know how cutthroat real estate can be! How old are you anyway, you seem so young?’ Karen stares down at the bag and her bare feet and tells him she is 20 years old. It was her final test with this agency today but she will find another one. ‘Everything happens for a reason, right?’ She says, trying to remain cheery. The man walks around the room a little more, admiring it. ‘Well, maybe I can help you with this.’ He says. ‘What was the listing price again?’ Karen’s ears prick up and she fishes in the trash bag for a flyer, handing it to him. ‘It’s $749,000 asking,’ she says. ‘But I’m sure the homeowner would be open to negotiate that down a bit.’ The man stares at her while she urges him to look over the details again. He smiles. ‘I’ll take it.’

Karen can’t believe it. A huge smile crosses her face as she hugs the man, thanking him profusely. She tells him she’ll need to get some paperwork and an initial offer in the books today to meet her quota. The man assures her he wants to offer full list price and, because she was such a great agent, he wants to double her commission. The young woman can’t help but jump up and down in excitement. The man calmly walks over to the bed and sits down. This causes Karen to stop awkwardly. ‘This is a really big bedroom,’ the man says. ‘Do you think I could get a lot of girls in this bedroom?’ Not wanting to lose the sale, Karen says yes and tells him she is sure it will make a great bachelor pad. ‘I think I’ll put mirrors on the ceiling,’ he continues. ‘So I can watch the girls while I fuck them. Do you think that would look nice?’ Karen makes a face before awkwardly nodding. ‘Do you want me to go get that paperwork now?’ She asks, trying to steer the conversation away. ‘If only there was a way I could test this room out first,’ he continues. ‘It would be a shame to commit to this house without really knowing if its what I want.’ He stares at her blankly. She stares back. ‘What kind of test would you need?’ She asks slowly. ‘Well, I think if you would come over here and let me test you out, that would probably work.’ Karen closes her eyes, fully realizing what the man is proposing. ‘Will it be quick?’ she asks. He says yes. ‘And will you promise to double the commission, like you said?’ He says yes. Karen bites her lips and starts to unbutton her blouse in front of the man. He asks her to strip down completely, which she does. He asks her to get on her knees and crawl to him. She does. Looking up as he unzips his pants, he asks her to start by sucking his dick. She says YES and this descends into the BG sex scene.

After he has cum on her face, the man begins dressing behind her as the overwhelmed Karen wipes the cum from her face and asks if she can go get the paperwork now. The man silently grabs his tie and approaches her, filing the frame. CUT to outside the house. In a final long shot, the man hurriedly exits the house and walks over the lawn, grabbing the ‘Open House’ sign for sales as he exits.

Doctor’s Origins, Scene #01

DOCTOR’S ORIGINS
Perverted Doctor Gives Teen Patient a Sponge Bath and Vaginal Probe

SCENE opens late one night as Dr. Marshall is finishing her rounds at the hospital. She walks through the emergency room door and briskly heads down the hall to visit her final patients, accompanied by a tired-looking resident under her supervision. The resident, named Bill, has been on call for the past 48 hours and is ready to collapse — he can barely keep up. But Dr. Marshall pays no attention; she’s used to this life and expects the same from her residents. She waits impatiently for him before softly knocking on the patient’s door and entering the room. There are two recovery beds set up inside. Dr. Marshall walks over to the first and kneels to check on the male patient. He grumbles and complains about being woken up as she adjusts his pillows and makes a few quiet requests for the resident to jot down. As he absentmindedly does this, Bill looks over to the patient in the second bed. A young woman lays there, dreaming, her leg in a fracture boot, her arm in a sling. She is wearing a neck brace. Bill seems transfixed by her innocence. He stares at her, lost in thought, when an announcement comes over the loud speaker, paging Dr. Marshall to return to emergency. The busy Doctor hands her clipboard over to the resident and informs Bill that he will need to finish the rounds himself. It’s probably the McGuire patient, responding negatively to surgery. Just check vitals on the female patient and ensure she is in a comfortable position before signing out. Dr. Marshall exits the room, leaving Bill alone. He swallows hard and turns back to stare at the girl.

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Approaching the bed slowly, Bill continues to stare. His eyes scan over the girl’s petite body, as she adjusts in her slumber. Her hospital gown is loose, and he can easily peek underneath it. He takes a deep breath and slowly leans in to get a closer look when the girl suddenly wakes up. Innocently, she asks what time it is. Composing himself, Bill calmly informs her that it is early in the morning. He has come in to check on her. Yawning, she tries to sit up and Bill swoops in to assist, moving the bed to an upright position and adjusting her pillows. She looks over at the next patient, who is now snoring, and awkwardly complains about having to share a room with a strange man. Bill laughs nervously as he settles her.

She asks if he can remove her neck brace, just for a few minutes. Bill nods and moves behind her. He has her lean forward, so he can unstrap the brace … long enough for him to look down through the cracks in the back of her gown. She is naked underneath. He starts to gently massage her neck as she sighs, relieved to have it removed. Casually, he asks what happened to her and the girl, who introduces herself as Rebecca, tells him she was in a car accident. It was her stupid boyfriend’s fault … and the prick didn’t even get a scratch. Meanwhile, she has a broken foot, sprained wrist and whiplash. At least she is supposed to be released in the next day or so. Moving around to check her vitals, Bill asks how old she is. She tells him she is 19 years old. He begins to sweat at the thought of such an innocent young woman. He knows he needs to get a closer look. Suddenly, his fatigue has faded.

Eying a bath kit on a nearby dresser, Bill pauses for a moment before walking over to the first bed, confirming the male patient is out, and then closing the door. He wrings his hands nervously, walks back towards Rebecca and asks her to get undressed. He is supposed to give her a bed bath. Rebecca, who has done this several times during her stay already, questions the resident as to why a Doctor is giving her one instead of a nurse. Thinking quickly, Bill informs her that he is a new Doctor on staff and is very hands-on. She still seems skeptical. Smiling, Bill he quips that he can go and get a nurse if it will make her more comfortable, but he’d rather do it himself, so he can be assured she has the proper care. Rebecca stares at Bill, as he wipes his brow. He seems professional. So, she asks if he will help her get undressed.

He slowly slips her arm out of its sling, revealing a bandaged wrist. Then, he has her lean forward and undoes the back of her gown. Gingerly, she pulls it off and uses it to cover her front as he slides off the boot and places her bruised foot on a pillow. Discreetly pinching the bulge in his scrubs, he walks over to the bath kit. He unscrews a bottle of distilled water, fills the tub, and brings it over to Rebecca’s bedside. He puts on some gloves before dampening a wash cloth and putting it over her eyes. This seems strange to Rebecca – no other nurse did it. Bill calmly explains that he thought it would relax her, so she doesn’t have to see the other patient in the room while she was naked. Rebecca laughs nervously as she can hear the man snoring softly in the background. She agrees. While they continue to small talk about her hospital stay, her boyfriend, and how he hasn’t even bothered to visit her once, Bill gives the girl a sponge bath. He takes great pleasure in wiping and lightly massaging her body, starting from her head and working his way down towards her legs. Remaining professional on the surface, he asks for permission each time he moves into a new area. But, unbeknownst to Rebecca, he slowly removes one of his gloves and pulls out his erect penis. Stroking in between wipes, his breath quickens as he nears her pussy. He asks her if he can spread her legs, so he can clean her genital area. Nervously, she says ok and, taking his hand off his dick, he opens her wide and sees her fully exposed for the first time. He starts to wipe around her pussy.

Rebecca twitches at the cold touch of his fingers and the sponge. There is a long awkward silence before she makes a bad joke about this being the most action she’s received in a long time. Bill laughs, telling her he is just doing his job while cautiously removing the other glove. He asks why she doesn’t dump her boyfriend, especially after the accident. Rebecca tells him that he is the only man she’s ever been with and, even if he is an asshole, he still says he’ll marry her one day. Not really listening, Bill informs her he is go inside of her now. She hesitates before saying OK and he sticks his fingers in her, wiggling them around. Why do you have to clean my insides? She asks. Bill, still stroking his dick, tells her that many female patients end up with sores or infections from not properly cleaning themselves. It’s customary for a Doctor to do a quick check. He wiggles his fingers some more before pulling out and tucking his dick back inside his scrubs. He turns around, licking his fingers, before grabbing his clipboard and taking some notes. He lets out an audible sigh of concern before the room goes silent. Rebecca slowly pulls the towel off her face and looks at him.

What is it, Doctor? She asks nervously. Did you find something? Bill composes himself again before turning around. Yes, I’m afraid. He says. I felt an abnormality in the cervical region. It could simply be that your cervix is in a low-hanging position due to your limited sexual experience, but it could also be something else much more serious. My concern is whether it is the result of an internal injury from your accident. Rebecca looks panicked. She asks him what, in layman’s terms, he means. Wiping his brow again, Bill does his best to calm the patient and explain that a woman’s cervix is normally in a higher position relative to the opening of her vagina. Hers is very low, which could be because her organs were damaged during the collision and are now putting pressure on her uterus. The last thing she wants is a rupture! Rebecca looks very anxious before asking how he can be sure. Well, I’m going to recommend a vaginal probe, Bill says matter-of-factly. This will allow me to properly investigate how pliable your cervix is before determining whether an emergency surgery is required. Rebecca nods and asks if he can do it now himself. Bill guides her back down on the bed and assures her that it is a quick procedure. She just needs to be quiet out of respect for the other patients. She asks if it will hurt and he explains that he uses his own body vs. an instrument to keep the pain levels low. Plus, since she’s been with her boyfriend before, it shouldn’t feel all that different. Just relax and let him do his job. This descends into the BG sex scene where Bill quietly fucks Rebecca just out of earshot of the other patient. He has her carefully move into several positions, to minimize her discomfort with her injuries, and all within the ruse of him checking her cervix. She agrees to each one innocently … and bravely continues even she is in physical discomfort. In the end, Bill pulls out and cums just outside of her pussy on the bedsheets. Nervous about leaving evidence, he wipes it up and then tells Rebecca that the final step will be a douche to ensure he leaves her fully flushed out. He unwraps a douche from the bath kit and squeezes it inside her swollen pussy. The water seeps out as she asks him if he can now make a proper diagnosis. Wiping her up, Bill tells her that he was able to adjust her cervix into its proper position and that she can be rest assured, there were no internal injuries. He slides the girl’s gown back on, puts her foot into its boot, and helps her into her sling. Just as he is about to put her neck brace back on, she asks if its ok for her to sleep without it. He smiles and leaves it on the bedside. Get lots of rest Rebecca, he says and quietly exits the room.

Future Darkly: Artifamily, Scene #01

ARTIFAMILY
Father Seduced by Android Clone of 18-YO Daughter

SCENE opens with an homage to the famous POV sequence from the 1987 sci-fi film, Robocop. A lead scientist leans over the POV of a locked-off camera and examines the frame. She is standing in a stark, well-lit room accompanied by a small team, dressed neatly in lab coats, and taking notes. The lead scientist is commenting on the final stages of their new version. She talks about the exteroceptive sensors and the CCD cameras, asking questions to make sure that the actuators that malfunctioned previously will be completed prior to the trial. As she speaks, the frame periodically populates with code (VFX), suggesting that the scientists are leaning over a computer. When the scientist is satisfied, she asks the team to drain it and dress it in civilian clothes. The father will be arriving shortly. She leaves, and the team gives one final long look before exiting the frame.

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TEXT PLATE: March 15, 2095

A CU of a man’s shoes. He taps his feet and shakes his legs as the camera slowly pulls up to reveal an anxious looking man named Robert sitting in a minimalist white office. It’s been six months since his beloved wife and 18-year-old step daughter were killed in a car accident and the man is sick with grief. Despite the support of his family and friends, he has been hospitalized twice with severe PTSD and recently placed on a medical leave by his employer. It was his therapist, in fact, who insisted he sign up for this government program as part of his treatment. Robert runs his hands through his hair and wipes his face to get himself together, as the lead scientist and her team of staff enter the room.

The scientist greets Robert with great sensitivity, shaking the man’s hand before extending it into a hug and introducing him to her team. She asks Robert to sit down again so they may begin the orientation. Taking her cue, one of the team members uses a tablet to cast a hologram screen beside the scientist (VFX*), as she begins speaking. She welcomes Robert formally to the ARTIFAMILY institute and starts to explain its history. It was founded in 2040 by Dr. Philip Bernard, a psychiatrist and futurist entrepreneur, who had a vision of using artificial intelligence to treat mental illness. Since Bernard’s humble beginnings, ARTIFAMILY has evolved to become the leading treatment facility for victims of exploitation, emotional distress, and extreme bereavement. As the scientist explains their story, the screen beside her displays various images of Bernard and the ARTIFAMILY institute. Robert can only half-follow, visibly distracted and anxious about being there.

Taking a pause to gauge his reaction, the scientist continues to explain his case. As she talks about the tragic accident, images of his wife and smiling daughter come on the screen. Robert looks sick, having to put his head between his knees at a certain point. The scientist signals another team member, who brings the man a silver can. Robert sips it meekly as the scientist goes on to discuss his subsequent PTSD diagnosis, work leave, and therapist recommendations. She empathizes about how hard it is for humans to retain employment and that he is lucky his corporation is so supportive. He has no expression.

Kneeling beside him, the scientist sympathetically reminds him that today is the first step in his healing process. ARTIFAMILY specializes in creating android clones of deceased loved ones so that no one must suffer the loss of losing someone too soon ever again. Their team of scientists were able to upload and digitize their brain cells to construct an exact clone, using machine learning and patented algorithms to generate a personality match from the digital data. Apart from a small microchip behind the left earlobe, you would never know that ARTIFAMILY members weren’t human. As she tells Robert about the program, the screen displays various sales pitches and stock images of androids being built. Robert stares at them in disbelief. The scientist signals her team to leave the room and they file out obediently, the hologram screen closing as they exit.

‘Mr. White,’ she says quietly. ‘In compliance with the AIX act, I need to inform you that we are only legally allowed to dispatch one android clone per household. Since you did not specify your preference in the initial application, we have taken the liberty to generate the more viable of the two candidates. I hope it will suffice.’ Robert looks at her blankly, asking what she means by ‘viable’ as the team re-enters the room behind them. They are escorting the android daughter, who stands rigidly between them in a white tank top and white shorts. ‘Daddy,’ she whispers. Robert freezes. His eyes well up as he slowly turns around to see the perfect likeness to his daughter. She looks expressionless for a moment before smiling and laughing. ‘It’s so good to see you,’ she says cheerfully. He staggers over to her, feeling her face, her arms, her legs, and exclaiming inaudibly before collapsing at her feet in tears. The team look amongst themselves proudly as the scientist shows off the girl’s features, including her seamless movement, integrated computer system that is both wireless and SMART, and a discreet on/off function. She reminds Robert of the paperwork he needs to sign before they can leave. In a state of euphoria, he happily agrees to sign whatever papers are necessary to get his precious girl home.

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Cut to Robert opening the front door with his luggage and ushering his daughter inside. Cautiously and not willing to let go of her hand, he calls her by name (Jessica) and asks if she remembers their home. She steps inside, turns around, and smiling nods her head — telling her father the exact date and time he and his late wife moved their family into the house, along with the property’s coordinates: 34.0259 N, 118.7798 W. Robert’s smile wavers; a small, stinging reminder that Jessica is not quite the same. He asks if she wants to see her room again and, after a slight pause, she eagerly nods and gives him a giant hug. They exit.

Cut to Jessica entering her bedroom. She turns around and asks curiously why he didn’t take her to his room. Robert reminds her that she has her own room. ‘But I sleep with you when I don’t want to be alone,’ she says, stepping into him for a hug. He winches again, looking at the subtle microchip tattooed behind her ear as he holds her. ‘Yes sweetheart,’ he says. ‘But that was when you were little. You’re 18-years-old now.’ She looks up at him. ‘The legal age of consent to sleep with another person in the state of California is 18 years old, daddy, so, I’m going to sleep with you!’ She grabs his crotch. Robert steps back awkwardly and takes her hand off. ‘No, that is not right, Jessica,’ He says nervously. ‘You must have that confused. I’m your step-father. I’ll be downstairs.’ He leaves the room abruptly, as Jessica stares at him before slowly slipping her fingers down her shorts and pulling them up to reveal sticky, wet fingers.

Cut to that evening. Robert is eating dinner while Jessica sits watching him. The room is quiet and awkward when Jessica breaks the silence. ‘Sexual intercourse.’ She starts spouting. ‘The sexual contact between individuals involving penetration, especially the insertion of a man’s erect penis into a woman’s vagina, typically culminating in orgasm and the ejaculation of semen.’ Robert puts his fork down in shock. She stares at him before saying sweetly, ‘When are you going to penetrate me, daddy?’

TEXT PLATE: March 17, 2095

Robert sits in the living room, with Jessica across from him. He is trying to discreetly read the ARTIFAMILY manual he was given, particularly the diagram about how to turn the android off. All he needs to do is place his left thumb between her eyes to disable her function. It has been programmed to his thumbprint for security. Nervously, he looks it over a final time, opens a web browser and starts to type in ‘what to do if your ARTIFAMILY malfunctions’ before deciding against it and closing his tablet. Instead, he asks his daughter what she wants to do tonight, and they embark on a few minutes of small talk. The conversation almost seems normal and Robert starts to let his guard down when, suddenly, Jessica starts removing her clothes. She asks him why he was searching for malfunctions with her body when, bending over, she can easily show him that nothing has malfunctioned. Robert stares at his android daughter’s pussy before clasping his hand over his eyes. He tells her to put her clothing back on. ‘No daddy,’ she argues. ‘Not until I show you that I am fully functional and do not require any updates.’ Robert slowly removes his hand and tells her that he can see. ‘I am a perfectly proportioned 18-year-old girl,’ she continues spreading her lips. ‘My skin is soft, I am easy to lubricate, and I am always eager to please you.’ Robert shakes his head in disbelief. ‘But you are my daughter,’ he begs. ‘Yes daddy,’ she smiles turning onto her knees and crawling to his lap. ‘I am the best version of your daughter. I want you to fuck me, daddy!’ She unzips his pants and stares up at him to accept his cock. In a panic, he presses his left thumb between her eyes, which emits a red glowing button (VFX) and the android clone closes her eyes and falls into a sleep mode position.

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Jessica sits in the exact same frozen position while Robert paces frantically in the background.

TEXT PLATE: March 19, 2095

Jessica sits in the exact same frozen position while Robert leans in to her face. He looks horribly conflicted. He tells his house’s SMART assistant to call the ARTIFAMILY INSTITUTE but as soon as the app agrees, he quickly changes his mind and cancels the call.

TEXT PLATE: March 20, 2095

Jessica sits in the exact same frozen position while Robert sits back in his chair. He hasn’t slept or eaten in several days and he is exasperated. Shooting her an evil look, he tells her she isn’t even his real daughter. ‘My daughter was a spoiled brat who never appreciated me,’ he starts yelling. ‘My daughter caused my wife so much stress that that’s why she probably decided to try to drive the car herself that night. Why the hell else would she have done that? Nobody fucking drives themselves anymore!’ He grabs the frozen girl’s face aggressively. ‘I should just fuck you till you break!’ He yells. In the heat of the moment, his thumb re-actives her — a green glow emitting from her forehead. (VFX) She turns on, looks up at him and opens her mouth. ‘Yes daddy, please daddy … please fuck me!’ Robert grabs his cock out of his pants and shoves it deep into her android mouth. BG Rough Sex Scene. Throughout the sex, Robert hate fucks the android while she eagerly encourages him to go harder, using lots of family roleplay talk. In the end, he jizzes all over her face. Looking up at him, she repeatedly says ‘Thank you daddy’ as she begins to short-circuit. She collapses to the floor.

Panicked and overwhelmed by what he has done, Robert stares at his android daughter lying on the floor glitching (VFX) before screaming to his SMART APP to call the ARTIFAMILY institute. The SMART APP asks if he is certain this time. He screams yes and the phone rings. When a receptionist at ARTIFAMILY answers, all that the tormented Robert can scream is ‘HELP ME!’

THE END

Airtight Invasion, Scene #01

AIRTIGHT INVASION
Teen Uses All Her Holes to DP and Get Revenge on Male Captors

A STATEMENT FROM LENA PAUL:
I’ve never felt drawn to expressing my own personal trauma in my porn because I generally find it a little inappropriate to air your dirty laundry online. However, when Bree approached me to write a story for Pure Taboo, I felt it was an opportunity to share my own experiences in a serious adult piece.

The parameters of my story stem from a recurring nightmare I had after being assaulted. I’d like to offer this project as my #MeToo, in that I wanted to create a story that women who’ve suffered trauma could feel empowered about watching.

A lot of women who watch porn, particularly rough sex scenarios, after experiencing trauma feel a lot of shame about it, despite it being an extremely common fantasy (top 5 actually according to some studies) for women.

It was my desire to thread the needle of empowering women while also placing my character in a seemingly dangerous or degrading setting to talk about how this juxtaposition can feel both complicated and pleasurable for viewers.

I hope, in the end, that Airtight Invasion will continue our industry’s conversations about female empowerment and representation.

SCENE opens one night as a beautiful young woman named Veronica shuts down her family’s house for the evening. Veronica is the daughter of a rich businessman with suspected ties to organized crime and she looks every bit like a mob boss’ daughter, with a full face of makeup and flashy clothing. But, despite her grown-up appearance, Veronica is an anxious girl … pacing through the different levels of her mansion and pleading with her father on the phone. It’s the first time that she’s been left alone for the weekend with only one guard on duty and Veronica does not believe he will be enough to protect her, especially from any of daddy’s enemies. Her father is dismissive, telling her to calm down, she is 18-years-old, and that the guard is a trained professional. He and her mother will be home in the morning. Strutting into the kitchen, she takes a deep breath before agreeing and her father hangs up, leaving her to reflect for a moment in the silence of the room. She opens the fridge, grabs a bottle of water, and heads to the front door. The security guard, Bruno, is standing in front of it as he always does during the night shift. Opening the door, she says goodnight sweetly and offers him the water, which he takes gratefully. It’s hot out. Veronica kisses him on the cheek and thanks him for always keeping her safe, before closing the door. Bruno turns back to his duties, standing on the front steps and sipping his water. He smiles at the thought of the sweet innocent girl.

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Bruno is lying passed out on the front steps, the water bottle open and dripping beside him. Three men, dressed in black, step over him cautiously and open the door. It is not locked. They quietly file into the foyer and down through the various levels of the house to Veronica’s room. She is sleeping in her bed, dressed in silk pajamas. They approach and stare down at her, each wearing black ski masks and breathing hard. The teen girl tosses for a moment before slowly waking up and staring straight at them. Her eyes go wide. ‘You’re coming with us,’ one of them growls. Cut to black over sounds of rustling and resistance.

8 Hours Later. Veronica struggles to see. Something is over her head and she begs the men to remove it. They rip it off, a pillowcase, and, for the first time, she is exposed to her surroundings. She is being kept in a messy storage locker and surrounded by two of the men, who seem almost as anxious as she is. ‘Who are you?’ she mutters. The two men look at each other, before turning back. ‘You are being held until your father pays us what he owes us,’ one says. Veronica lowers her eyes in fear. Her hands are crudely tied together, and she winches at the ropes. ‘Do you think you could please remove these?’ She begs. ‘I’m obviously not going anywhere.’ The men look at each other again, debating what to do, before the other pops open a switchblade and cuts her hands free. ‘You better sit still,’ he meekly warns, ‘or else!’ Suddenly, a door opens and a third man, the eldest of the three, comes strutting in the room with a gun and a cell phone. He sees that Veronica is loose and immediately rushes over, leaving the door ajar, to berate the other men for untying her. They tell him to chill, she promised not to run, and besides … they all know she has nowhere to go. Calming down, the third man gets right into Veronica’s face and tries to intimidate her. He warns her not to cross them or try anything stupid. They are trained professionals. They don’t care how they make their money at the end of the day … and disposal is much easier than ransom negotiations. Veronica clams up and agrees with everything that the man, who is clearly the leader, says. He seems to take great satisfaction from this power trip and tosses the phone into the hands of the other two men. ‘Use this burner, boys,’ he barks, turning back and flashing a sadistic grin at Veronica. ‘Time to call daddy!’

24 Hours Later. Veronica sits slumped in a corner, sweaty and anxious, while the men try to talk to her father. This is the fourth call they’ve placed since the heist, and her dad is sobbing on the other end of the line. He can put together some of the ransom but not everything they are asking for. They are being unreasonable, and he begs for leniency. He hasn’t called the cops, after all. He is playing along. Finally, the leader hangs up on him angrily. This is not going as he had expected. He lashes out at the other two men, waving his gun around, and telling them that they are being too soft on the girl. If they had the balls to send her father a special delivery, it would wrap things up quickly. Veronica shrinks back and whispers that her father is just trying to negotiate. That’s what he does. He’s always been cheap. He has the whole amount. The leader grabs her. ‘So, what the fuck do you recommend we try next, then?’ He yells.

36 Hours Later. Veronica sits quietly in between the two men, as the leader yells into the phone. He is telling the father that he knows about the hidden safe in his office and all the reserves he keeps there. As they argue, Veronica tries to whisper a few key details to help the leader prove his point. The father claims he emptied that safe out months ago. There must be some other way. Without thinking, Veronica stands up and yells ‘Dad, Please!’ This causes the father to panic, hearing his daughter in distress. The leader hangs up the phone abruptly and spins around, as the other two cover her mouth and pull her back down to the ground. ‘I told you not to do anything stupid!’ He yells. Slowly, Veronica removes the hand from her mouth and says. ‘That wasn’t stupid, that was exactly what you needed. He’s nervous. Now, you just have to make him terrified!’

48 Hours Later. The three men sit in a corner, away from the girl, debating over what to do. The two men are becoming very antsy, urging the leader to just get rid of Veronica and abandon the job. She watches and listens closely, biting her lip. The leader argues that they should stick it out, they just need to do something that will really fuck the man up and get him to cough up the whole amount. It needs to be a real threat, no more pussying around. The room goes silent. ‘You should all fuck me,’ Veronica says quietly. ‘Do whatever the fuck you want. Just send my father the evidence. As soon as he sees his daughter like that, he will cooperate with you. No more pussying around.’ The men look at each other in shock. ‘Does she have Stockholm syndrome or something?’ One of them laughs nervously. Veronica stands up, shaking, and starts to under her pajama top. ‘But, you need to make it look rough, make it look you ruined me. All three of you need to be in on it. Inside of me. Airtight. I want this to be done as much as you do.’ She takes off her pants and stands naked before them. The leader flashes a smile and starts to approach her, as the other man chimes in to protest. ‘What if she is playing us?’ The leader tells him to stop pussying around, like the lady said, and get his phone out. It’s picture time. The leader rests his gun on the ground, kicking it to the side, as he peels off his clothes. ‘Grabs the masks,’ he tells the other man. ‘We don’t want to be recognized!’ The three men strip down, put their masks back on, and approach Veronica. ‘Are you ready, sweetheart?’ The leader coos in her ear. She says YES and drops to her knees. BBBG Rough Sex Scene with Airtight DP penetration. Throughout the sex, they take turns taking photos. In the end, the three men give Veronica a full facial and make her pose for a picture. While they laugh and look at the photos (the audience never actually sees the photos), she quietly sneaks to the side of the room where the gun was tossed, grabs it, and points it in their direction. Cut to black as gunshots are heard.

Over a black frame, a voice over of Veronica calling her father. She asks if he saw the photos. He says yes, crying. She tells him this will be the last time they let her speak to him unless he gives them what they want. Through tears, he agrees. She tells him to bring the full amount to a location that will be texted to him. He must come alone. He must not involve the authorities. He agrees. The phone is cut.

A final shot shows the father sitting, with a suitcase. A car pulls up and rolls down the window. It’s Veronica — dressed immaculately. She hushes her father and tells him it’s ok, as a man in a black ski mask gets out of the car and collects the suit case. ‘Will you let her go now?’ the father pleads. As Veronica rolls the window back up, she hears the man pull the trigger and her father fall to the ground. The man in the ski mask gets back the front driver’s seat and takes off his mask. It’s Bruno. ‘Where to now, Miss Veronica?’ he asks politely. ‘To the airport,’ she replies.

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

Future Darkly: Eyes In The Sky, Scene #01

EYES IN THE SKY
COUPLE TAKEN BY ALIENS AND MADE TO STAR IN LIVE SEX SHOWS

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 unconscious 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 terrorist attack? 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.