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Kattie's New Life Begins Chapter 2 [Continued from "Kattie's Abduction Fantasy", a must read before this one.] Kevin prepared for his date night scheduled later that evening with Kattie the way he usually did - by browsing through a few of the dozens upon dozens of webpages dedicated to documenting her body and sexual escapades in incredible detail, and to perpetuating her humiliation and exposure forever. He had a strong feeling that she had entered such a state of blissed-out denial of her whole situation that she wasn't even aware of the volume of content out there about her. She had pushed it all away as a means of coping with it, and had let herself imagine that the videos and pictures were a flash in the pan that would soon or had already subsided into obscure corners of the web. She couldn't be more wrong. If she just worked up the nerve to Google her real name again she would lose any sense of optimism. There were dedicated and growing fanbases centered around her and her story. New websites were being added repackaging and exhibiting her story. Something about it all fascinated people far more than the usual pornstar would. No, there was something very special, very erotic and profane about Kattie's disgraceful downfall, and untold numbers of people out there felt that way. Perusing all that material, all that discussion and the crude comments about his girlfriend was the hottest, most thrilling kind of foreplay imaginable. He couldn't wait to take her out to dinner that night, subtly glancing around the room, wondering if anyone present recognized and knew the truth about her. There was always a good chance that someone at any given place, any given time could. And of course she had no idea he knew any of this. She thought her awful secret was safe. The fact that Kattie hadn't yet been treated to daily, uninvited dickings by complete strangers was just a product of momentary circumstances. He knew that the situation would soon turn against her, irreversibly, but this brief window of relative peace had allowed her to think she was safe, that no one recognized her. He knew for a fact, though, that people did recognize her. At least from time to time. This was evident by the occasional posting by someone on one of the forums, posting a candid picture they'd secretly taken of her after spotting her in public somewhere. They'd tracked her, in a delayed manner, of course, across all of her various movements since fleeing California, trying to stay updated on what she looked like now, what name she was going by, and what she was up to. The obsession was real. And the stuff he saw on these forums was just from the die-hards. Surely a good handful of people who were casually aware of her saw her per day, and at least wondered in the back of their minds if it was her. The reason no one had confronted her since being in Boston or full on taken her for an impromptu fucking was, he thought, for a few reasons. First: the name and appearance changes did take a little time to follow. And although her super dedicated fanbase was large enough, it was still pretty small compared to the size of the population of the earth, and the vast majority of those invested enough to actually seek her out and fuck her were nowhere near Boston. Second: most people probably are somewhat timid about it and not willing to actually confront her out of the blue like that even if they do recognize her and know about her open invitation. That takes a certain level of confidence, even still. But third, and most importantly: there was little precedent for it. Once a few people had taken the plunge and posted evidence, proving that she was good for it and the cops weren't going to intervene (and from his knowledge of the local PD, they definitely weren't), the floodgates would open. And he knew it was only a matter of time until that precedent got set. Allof these ideas were talked about. Things were stirring in those forums. It was only a matter of time until it was widely shared that she was in Boston, but he hadn't seen it posted yet. The endless discussion and sharing of her pictures, her videos, digging up old photos from her Facebook, detailing fantasies of what they'd do to her if they found her or what they think other people should do to her. All this continued uninterrupted. He picked Kattie, or Garden, as he had to call her, up at 8pm from her apartment. She was dressed cute, like she always was - a girly dress under a black peacoat, her legs covered in black leggings and tucked into some black pumps. Her dirty blonde hair fell in tousled waves, framing her delicate face, her lips painted red. The same delicate face that so many people had seen floating in the background of pictures above her spread pussy lips, or her puckered asshole. Had seen deepthroating countless cocks, or covered in a thick mass of cum. The disparity between all that and the cutesy, elegant image she wanted to project to the world was intoxicating to him. No matter how much she prettied herself up or tried to cover herself, she would always be that massively exploited, public knowledge . He always thought about this while he was out with her. As they walked down the street in the brisk, early autumn air, heading toward a semi-fancy spot they frequented, he looked into her smiling face, her twinkling, adoring eyes, and gave her a kiss, imagining all the other cocks those lips had been wrapped around. How many more they would have to be wrapped around before the world was done with her. He put his arm around her and glanced around at some of the other people on the street. Had any of them seen a hugely detailed picture of the inside of her vagina? Had any of them seen a video of her getting fisted, declaring to the camera that anyone who wanted her had permission to fuck her, with no preamble, for the rest of her life, even if she said NO when they tried? The possibility was there, definitely. He knew it was only a matter of time until someone did it. Only a matter of time until someone shoved her into one of these alleys late one night and took her up on that perpetually standing offer that she couldn't take back, try as she might. Or when they recognized her at a club. Or while she was drunk at a party - let her pass out on a bed with her legs spread and give her cunt to every guy present. Only a matter of time, and the fucked up thing was that he relished it. He got excited every time he knew she would be walking somewhere alone at night, thinking this might be the time. He knew his presence obviously deterred would-be assailants. He wondered if she would even tell him if it happened, or try to hide the whole thing in an attempt to prevent the full story getting out. He relished the thought of it all coming back to haunt her, with no escape possible. Loved the idea of her being the town , that such a fate clashed so severely with her personality and even her chief desires. That shameful little firing of certain pathways deep in her brain, the part of her that wanted to be treated like meat, would be the one that dictated her ultimate fate in the end. It made it hotter that she obviously regretted it, or had been coerced into it, or whatever the real story was. He realized that he had always loved the concept of the "village slut," or the girl with a reputation. He'd had a girlfriend back in school, a real pretty girl with a nice demeanor, who everyone knew as a slut. He'd heard what everyone, including all his friends, said about her before they'd started dating. It was hot to him to know that everyone just thought of her as a fucktoy, and knew that she'd been with a lot of guys. He remembered a time when another girl had pulled her top off of her at a swim party, and how he had jerked off that night in confusion to the memory of all those people seeing his girlfriend's tits. Her brief little disgrace. He must have gotten the fetish from her. But with Kattie, the situation was magnified so many more times. His old girlfriend had maybe fucked 20 guys and everyone called her a slut back then. Kattie had fucked at least 250, and maybe as many as 300, by the calculations of her fans online. There was a little uncertainty, but they knew it was at least 250. Plus all the different men's cum she had drank, men who hadn't wanted to actually make physical contact. And of course all the untold millions who had seen her nudity, had the most degrading footage of her saved to their hard drives. That knowledge alone was incredible to him. He'd sometimes jack off imagining how high her number of partners would eventually go. How many people around the world would see her disgrace, and in what new ways. She was not done producing content for them, oh no, not by a long shot. Even if she thought she was. His fetish had achieved its perfect form in her, too, because it wasn't tainted by jealousy. He loved the idea of the slutty, used up girl, but he had always been conflicted by the possibility of the girl leaving him. After all, if she loved dick so much, she might just drop him when she found a better one. But with Kattie, he knew this wouldn't happen. She wanted to escape it. She just couldn't help it. So the more shamed, exposed, used, and degraded she became, the more thrilling it was for him, with nothing tempering it. Her sluttiness and objectification was simply hot. When they got to the restaurant he smiled at her in the dim lighting across the table. She looked so beautiful, classically beautiful. The flirty little smile on her face so adorable, the light playing off of her strong, high cheekbones. The strange thing about it all was that he really did feel quite strongly about her. Probably loved her, whatever that meant. But he relished her degradation. He couldn't help it. The fact that he was so close to her made all those profane scenes on the internet that much more erotic. All this humiliation happened to HER, his girlfriend, the girl he gets to fuck. It's different when you just read the story about someone you don't know. He thought it was cute and funny that Kattie tricked herself into thinking that she wasn't as widespread as she was. She thought she could walk down the street, securely wrapped up, covered from head to toe, but she might as well be walking down the street ass naked for all that was worth. He noticed the occasional lingering glances from passersby. The double takes. She was absolutely deluding herself if she thought she could hide herself. Every time he went out in public on a date with her like this, it was like automatic foreplay the whole time. He couldn't wait to get home and fuck the dogshit out of her, thinking of all those videos, all the people in the world watching footage of her at that very moment, seeing her subjected to all those insane things. So many people taking whatever they wanted from her. Her complete lack of power over her own body, her own sexuality. Her reluctant but irresistible participation. He didn't know why it turned him on so much. Sex was always incredible. He would always jack off before meeting up with her, because if he didn't he wouldn't be able to last two minutes, after a whole evening of filth running through his head. He loved fucking her bareback, feeling those used goods directly. Knowing how many other guys out there wanted to get this same thing from her, instead appeasing themselves with hours of footage of her being fucked brutally, or inspecting these very same holes in those perfectly revealing documentation pictures. The concern of getting a disease didn't even matter as much to him as fucking her raw. He had to do it. She had been self conscious about it the first time he floated the idea of losing the condom, trying to convince him that they should without giving her game away. The next week he had presented her with a clean bill of health for himself, so she couldn't even pretend she wanted a condom for her own protection. So she gave in, and just hoped that he wouldn't catch anything, thus outing her. She had told him that she'd only been with one other guy. What a joke. So he fucked her unprotected, imagining everything he'd seen done to these holes by countless others. The wet inner flesh of her pussy hugging and gliding up and down his cock. Knowing this exact feeling of extreme intimacy was what she had given to so many other cocks. "Whatchya thinkin' about?" she asked suddenly, smiling at him as she munched on a piece of bread, bringing him sharply back to the restaurant, to his surroundings. His mind had obviously been wandering visibly. 'That video of you chugging the cum of 60 men,' he thought in response, but what he said was: "How beautiful you are." He delivered it cornily, knowing she would eat it up. It wasn't a lie either. He was just thinking about more than that. She blushed. "Awe," she said, wrinkling her nose at him. "You're so sweet." He tried to remain engaged with her, giving adequate responses to her playful queries, trying to initiate some of his own. But still, the whole time his mind wandered, as it almost always did while he was out with her. He couldn't stop his imagination. When the waiter came and took their orders, Kevin imagined the odds of whether or not he had seen Kattie's shame. Whether there was some inkling of recognition in his eyes that he was suppressing. He could have come across it anywhere. It was frequently trending on general porn sites, even now. And if he Googled her real name he would find page after page after page. HD pictures, or video, your choice. DP, TP, anything you could think of, basically, you could probably find video of it happening to her. He had to credit those guys, they'd documented her fabulously, and evidently knew how to spread that shit. And now she was even starting to pop up in enticing advertising for porn sites. This will increase her exposure by ten fold. And there she sat, smiling dumbly at the waiter as she ordered. He suspected she had no clue how bad it really was. She might as well get naked and spread her legs wide on this table for the whole restaurant to see her pussy. That's what in effect was already a reality for her. The search results were so good that even generic searches like "vagina" or "asshole" turned hers up as one of the top three results usually. She was the exemplary, case study vagina for the whole human race. Literally hundreds of millions of people had seen the pussy sitting two feet away from him in incredible detail, seen her taken cock after cock, seen that same smiling face above it all. He smiled at her as they handed their menus to the waiter. It was like foreplay as he looked at her sitting there all proper. He couldn't wait to get home and feel those mass-consumed holes from the inside. They ate and split a bottle of wine between them, and by the time they left to walk home Kattie was visibly tipsy, laughing and leaning against him as they went down the road. He held her with one arm around her shoulders. It was so much better than a normal relationship, even though he knew most guys would think he was crazy for thinking so. It added an incredible spice. Every time he saw his girlfriend he could get horny, just by looking at her fully dressed. How many other guys could say that? He was turned on by her various outfits, the different ways she took pride in her appearance, dressing cute but conservative, while at the same time he knew she was just covering herself in the most futile way possible. As if she could ever hide her nudity again. Just knowing that any of the guys passing them on the street could see what was beneath her little peacoat as surely as if he had an xray. That many of them probably had seen it at some point. Forget the rabid but somewhat niche fanbase that actively discusses her and tracks her whereabouts, the footage itself was very widespread on mainstream porn sites, often trending on the front page. And every guy looked at porn. Chances are the majority of every guy she encountered had seen some of it at some point or another. Whether or not their memory was triggered or they recognized her was another question, of course. And surely at least a couple a day did completely recognize and know who she was, but just didn't say anything to her. The full footage of her ordeal had been edited into several smaller videos, although long cuts existed as well. There were curated versions where you could jump to specific parts, like her fisting or her bukakke. One of the most popular edits was just all the footage of the closeup inspections of her body. It didn't even include the fucking. Apparently some guys just really get off to the painstaking inspection of a shamed, red-faced woman's body. And he was glad they did. There were even full websites dedicated to her that included the footage of her parts along with full clarity still images. You just chose which part of her body you wanted to see from the menu and had a plethora of perfect quality closeups of that thing presented to you. Kattie Duval's Asshole. Kattie Duval's Pussy. Pussy spread. Her Feet. Cervix. Nipples. Tongue. Asshole gaped. Everything imaginable, all in 4k, perfectly detailed images that you could just keep zooming into without losing clarity. He'd set his computer wallpaper to be an ultra HD photo that was just the bottom of her right big toe dominating almost 100% of the screen. Zoomed in so close that you couldn't even really tell what it was without context. But it was in such detail that you could see every groove, every whorl of her toe print, like crevices. The picture alone with no context wasn't hot, but knowing that THIS was the level of detail that every other part of her body was documented in was incredible to him, and he loved to be reminded of it. There was enough detail in this picture to convict her of a crime if she left toeprints walking barefoot at the scene of it. He looked at her seemingly innocent face smiling up at him. The fact that this girl, who was very demure and shy in her daily life, had every minute detail of her body documented in more detail than the most prolific pornstars, committed forever to the internet, was just something else. As strange as it sounded to say it, she really probably had the most widely and deeply documented body in human history. He bet she didn't even have any idea how bad it was. How many websites, how many views, how many followers. She could wear whatever clothes she wanted, but she could never really cover herself again. At any moment anyone could just pull out their smartphone and see exactly what was beneath them. No matter how classy she tried to pass herself as, she could be reduced back to that degenerate at any second by anyone with a smartphone. And this could never be reversed, ever. Her whole life would be defined by it. So keep dressing cute, he thought. Wear your little boots and your coats or dresses or whatever you want. It won't ever matter again. Anyone who wants can undress you in seconds. They got to her apartment, and she decided she wanted to get comfortable and watch TV for a while, maybe drink a little more wine. He was fine with this. He kicked off his shoes and plopped on the couch while she changed into a cute little nightie, just long enough to cover her ass. She turned down the lights then cuddled up next to him, tucking her feet up beside her and leaning against him, newly opened wine bottle in her hand. They lay there for a couple hours, Kevin letting the images flash across his eyes and light up his face, his mind, as usual, racing with filthy thoughts about the girl leaning against his shoulder. She had to be in denial about it all now. He knew she was on anti-anxiety medication. It must have allowed her to convince herself that the whole thing would slip away quietly, that she'd never be noticed or at least never confronted. That she could just start a new life, leave Kattie Duval behind. He'd seen that video she'd posted months later. Of her crying in her apartment in Philly, saying she wished it hadn't happened. The forums had blown up over that. No one believed that she didn't want it, not really. Regretted it, sure. Kevin wasn't sure what to make of it. He'd seen the evidence that dom Daniel had posted, when people had questioned the legality and consensual nature of her original gangbang. The full initial interview where Kattie's video image was asking that they do it, that she wanted it. That they would not get paid if they came out of character. It's all what she wanted. It was pretty irrefutable. None of them had sympathy for her. Kevin felt sympathy on some level, but at the higher level of action, the level that would guide his behavior, he was perversely thrilled even more by her regret. It made it hotter that she wasn't just some unrepentant hoe. She really wanted to be a normal girl again. But she couldn't be. He stroked her hair gently, tucking it behind her ear. What a mess she'd gotten herself into. However it had really happened. Wherever that slutty, self-destructive side of her was, it was buried deep. She'd only ever been proper and demure in his experience with her. That's why it was so great. It seemed so wrong. He loved that so many people had seen this introverted girl in all her natural glory, had been in her, felt her from the inside. Loved that she wanted to hide it, run from it. She wanted so badly for her pussy to be special again, but it wasn't. And it never could be again. And it made some sadistic urge in him rise to the surface. It made him want to worsen her situation for her. But slowly, and at the right time. He wouldn't have cared as much if she'd been an unconflicted, enthusiastic participant. This was hotter. She would hate herself more with every new dick she took, but she wouldn't be able to stop it. He knew she was unassertive and conflicted and confused enough that she would just comply with any sexual propositions, but even if she didn't, no cops would take her seriously. Even if she went to them, which she probably wouldn't. She literally had videos out there of her begging people to nc fuck her. The police would quickly find that she was some weird kink freak and tell her to quit wasting their time. Not to involve them in her fucked up fantasies. And so the hypothetical dickings would continue unimpeded. The ball just had to get rolling. Once it was, he couldn't wait to see how she would adapt to it. Would she just finally lean into it, once it became consistent and inevitable, knowing it was easier to just sink into her depravity than to continue to try to run from it in futility her whole life? When the movie finally ended they started making out, gently at first, but soon getting heavier. Finally they started getting sexual. She was on her knees beneath him in front of the couch, blowing him expertly, looking up with her big golden brown eyes, holding eye contact with him. He lifted his phone and took a close up of her eyes. That look, oh so sexy. "You're so amazing," he moaned, meaning it. "How are you so good at this? Do you promise you've only been with one guy?" She blushed and gave him a light play slap on his thigh, not stopping sucking. Not answering. She hated to lie. He loved toying with her like this. One guy. Give me a break. More like 300. He loved watching her squirm when he said it. Wondering what guilty thoughts were running through her head. Later she was on top of him, riding him raw, his dick sunk into that same wet, used up fuckhole that had been taken by so many others before him. That was destined to be taken by so many more. Mr. 300? Only she knew the exact number, but it was around there. The guys online were trying to piece it together. They aspired to keep an accurate running tally. What would her number eventually be? She was 25 years old now. Would she make it out of her 20s with under a thousand partners? She didn't know it yet, but it wasn't likely at all. He gripped her ass cheeks hard, and with a gasping moan shot his load inside of her. Just like all the others. More weeks passed. The relationship progressed much like a normal one. They seemed to be a great fit for one another. But he knew he would throw it all away to achieve the deepest level of perverse sexual fulfillment he would ever have a shot at. It would take her ruin in order to do it. More often he found himself catching lingering looks from passersby. He knew things were catching up to her. It wasn't uncommon now for him to see comments on her videos on mainstream porn sites of people commenting her name, and saying they hear she lives in Boston now. Another chimed in that he has seen her, or thought it was her walking down Tremont Street. Oh my, close to home Kevin thought. Not long now until someone sees her and works up the nerve to take her up on a free fuck. And how that news would spread. They'd been dating six months when he finally saw basically incontrovertible evidence that she'd been recognized. They were at a bar one night with some friends, the six of them sitting at a big round booth table together. Kattie was sitting beside him, with the profile of her face to most of the room, but he was sitting with his back to the wall, staring out. They were trying to be somewhat subtle, but a group of three drunk guys at the bar were pretty obviously looking over at them, at Kattie specifically. Kevin tried to act like he wasn't paying attention to them, but every time he could he watched them. One of them had his phone out, and the three of them were looking down at it and then back up at Kattie, first with some incredulity, but then growing excitement and astonishment on their faces. Kevin could lip-read one of them saying "Holy fuck, you're right." They kept flipping through the phone for a while, frequently glancing back up at Kattie with lecherous, triumphant smiles. At one point one of them tapped the shoulder of some other guy and then slyly pointed toward Kattie, said something, then showed the guy the phone. Kevin's heart was racing. Holy fuck, was this it? Were they going to come call her out, even with him and their friends sitting here? Was it all going to come crashing down? He'd had his own plans for her fate, but if these guys jumped the gun here that would be exciting in its own way. Crushing her with panic and humiliation in front of all these people. His dick had grown hard in his pants. He knew that at that moment those guys were seeing Kattie's pussy in incredible detail, maybe her cervix, or her face covered in cum, or her taking three dicks at once. All while she sat there oblivious, slightly buzzed and happy, socializing with her friends, thinking she was safe from all that. Nothing much ended up happening, to Kevin's slight disappointment. In the end he decided it was better though. He had much grander plans for her. The guys had casually strolled past their booth, and gave Kattie awkwardly long, weird smiles, but that was all. No one really thought anything of it. But Kevin thought of it much, and it aroused in him ever more these fantasies of creeping inevitability, things could come crashing in, so quick, becoming so real. A long walk home from there, distracted farewells. In dreams that night he sees the NC fucked beauty eviscerate on the floor before him, long legs thrown wide as if in exhaustion, her plundered genitals pink and gleaming and engorged, given in their totality with no discretion. Around her walk faceless figures. Coming, receding. Some just there to look, all of them silent. Through a crack in a door he sees a long line of like figures stretching away into the somnambulant haze. Can they see me, he wonders. And do they see the things in absentia that have made me what I am? My god, my god. He wakes to a stranger world yet. In the next weeks he was now more and more on the lookout for people recognizing her, which he suspected would be increasing in regularity. He also of course trolled the main forums about Kattie on a daily basis. He sees the usual fare, people sharing new collages they've made of her, normal pictures juxtaposed with new combinations of smut. Someone selling one of the used pairs of panties stolen from her apartment during the gangbang, "sealed to preserve scent." Then one day he saw something that caught his eye. Candids. Very recent ones. Her with the blonde hair, in a bar, oblivious to the fact that someone nearby was taking a photo of her. And there he was in the picture, sitting with her. It was taken that night, a couple weeks before. The guy was bragging about having seen her in the accompanying post. "Yeah," it read. "I couldn't believe my eyes. I showed my buddies who were with me. Just told them she was in some notorious amateur porn. They didn't believe me until I showed them her videos. They were floored. I thought about saying something to her, but I chickened out. She was with a bunch of people at Cheers. I didn't want to look like a huge creep, just coming up to a group of strangers and talking about porn. If I see her around the neighborhood alone sometime I will definitely confront her though. Will keep hanging out at popular bars and such in the area. I'll probably run into her again. Her and her friends were all on foot, so I know she lives nearby. Will keep you guys updated with more info or candid pics when I get them. This is Kattie in Boston proof. More info coming soon, hopefully."  Kevin excitedly browsed the rest of the comments, a bulge growing in his pants. People were excited too, giving the commenter filthy suggestions on what to do to her, inventive ways to humiliate her. All of them very bold from across the internet, of course. Kevin knew he would be taking Kattie out to a lot of bars this week. The possibility of this guy seeing her again, sneaking pictures of her, possibly doing worse if given the chance, was too thrilling to pass up. So they went out several times that week, more than normal, Kevin trying to press it to just be her and him, no other friends. It would make it easier to manipulate the situation. For the first few nights nothing happened. Kevin kept an eye out for the guy but never saw him anywhere. Nor did he see anyone seeming to pay particular attention to them. He was a little disappointed, wondering if the guy was even actually out on the prowl for her. Finally, on the sixth night they'd gone out to a bar in ten days, just when Kattie was starting to wonder why Kevin had suddenly got such an itch for going out, he spotted him. He was sitting at the bar again, alone this time, trying to covertly glance over at them where they were sitting alone at a high top table near the windows. Kevin tried not to let his eyes linger on the guy, but he watched him from the corner of his eye. He saw him raise his phone up briefly, obviously snapping a picture. Then he bent down and began typing something. Kattie was in a good mood tonight, luckily. She'd gotten a raise at work, and was in the mood for having fun. He knew it wouldn't be hard to keep her here for a long time. Get her drunk. See what happened. He checked his phone briefly, confident she couldn't see what he was looking at. The guy had made a new thread. "Guys, target sighted." Inside was a candid picture, taken just minutes ago, of them sitting right here at this table. It was focused on her, of course, but you could just see part of Kevin's head in the photo. Kevin tried to keep his face neutral, but his heart was racing. The excitement, the potential of the night, was slowly rising in him. Fresh humiliation for Kattie. For Garden. Her fans would see her like this, wearing these clothes, with her blonde hair, her new identity, ready to heap fresh filth on her. It was no longer some fabled thing from the past, he was witness to some small part of the story now. "You know what, let's get drunk tonight, I feel like really having a good time!" Kevin announced loudly to Kattie, loud enough that their covert photographer could hear him. "I'll buy all night." He wanted to give the guy hope for sticking around, hope that he might be able to get bold with a drunk Kattie. She gave him an amused and slightly surprised smile, but then shrugged. "Hey, why not." She leaned across the table and kissed him on the lips, lingering near his face to gaze up coyly into his eyes. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom for a second." He watched her stand up and walk across the room. He was pretty pleased with her outfit. A tight little black dress that served as top and skirt, with the chest partially open but crossed with thin straps in a fountain-like pattern, with a built in choker-style bit that wrapped around her throat. The skirt only went about halfway down to her knees. It wasn't revealing enough to be slutty of course, she never wore stuff like that, but it was still pushing her normal boundaries, and she was definitely eye catching in it. She was wearing little black boots on her feet. He smiled to himself as he and the other guy watched her walk away. She had no idea what audience she was dressing up for tonight. Kevin leaned back in his chair and casually glanced at his phone as he sipped his beer. The guy not 25 feet away from his had posted again. "She's here with some dude. Poor guy probably has no idea how much mileage that pussy has on it. They seem to be planning on getting drunk though. Hopefully I can get some good footage. If they get up and head over to the dancefloor soon I'll start streaming video. I bet I could at least up-skirt her pretty easy in that dress. Bet the nasty slut isn't even wearing panties! A few of my buddies are gonna come too. Stay tuned." Kevin put his phone away and ordered another round of drinks. A double shot in Kattie's. She was a lightweight with alcohol. She came back to the table and by the time she'd finished this second drink he could tell she was already pretty affected. Her voice grew louder the way it did when she was drunk, and she held her words out longer, verging on a slur. Another drink. The guy had since been joined by two other guys, who sat with him and also tried to subtly watch them. Kattie was still clueless. They got up a couple times to go dance briefly, their stalkers circling like vultures, still too tepid to get too close. After they'd returned to their table to down their fourth round, he had an idea. Kattie was good and lit now, smiling stupidly, unable to stop, singing along loudly to the song that was playing. He leaned in and spoke conspiratorially in her ear. "Hey babe, you know what would be really hot?" She gave him exaggerated seductive eyebrows. "Whaaat?" "Why don't you go in the bathroom and take off your panties? Go commando for the rest of the night." Her mouth hung down in a shocked but slightly mischievous glare. "Your skirt is long enough that no one will see under there. But it would be so naughty and hot to me knowing you were feeling their air under there, while none of these people know." He could see the gears turning in her hazed, swimming brain. He could see the slight hesitation in her eyes, but she did not submit to it. "You are bad," she said, putting one accusatory finger to his chest. "I kind of like it." With a parting naughty glance over her shoulder, she headed to the bathroom. Kevin smiled to himself. Enjoy the footage, boys, he thought. She returned and grinning at him let him peek in her purse, where the panties were stashed. "Oh my god this feels so weird," she whispered in his ear. He just smiled at her. Two drinks later and he was fairly confident that she didn't even remember the panties situation. She danced drunkenly and careless on the dancefloor, with him, with other people who came up, with no one in particular, her eyes usually closed and her head nodding to the music, her voluminous blonde hair in a wild mess around her face. It was quite likely that people were catching occasional flashes of pussy here in person, never mind the up-skirt cameras. He noticed the guy and his friend getting in close, dancing, casually dropping their phones down near their knees at times, thinking they were smooth. He pretended not to notice of course. He excused himself to the restroom while Kattie kept dancing. Going into a stall he checked the site again on his phone. Yes. They'd uploaded plenty of pictures already. Many of them were just pictures of Kattie making a dumb face and dancing, clueless and sweaty. Some though captured her skirt lifting up from behind as she crouched, revealing the pale bottoms of her bare ass cheeks, or even her pussy from behind. Two shots were full blown, glorious up-skirts they had managed - Kattie's legs spread enough to provide a clear shot of her bald pussy, the lips slightly parted, the string LED lighting within the floor of the dancefloor providing ample visibility. The commenters were heaping a slew of abuse on their . There was a live feed linked, too. He was watching Kattie on it right now, as she danced just yards away from him, no idea that she was currently making a fool of herself to a sizable audience online watching in real time. People encouraged him to subject her to a whole range of humiliation and abuse, expressing their desire to be present and some of them demanding the address. As if they would even be anywhere nearby. The guy had commented: "She is totally wasted. This is awesome. And if we can get rid of this guy she's with we're totally running a train on her tonight." Kevin's mind raced. It was true, he was stifling them. He had to find a way to get out without her. He'd still have a front row seat of whatever happened at home through the livestream. He left the bathroom and pulled Kattie back over to their table. He saw the guys watching them from across the room. Kattie leaned heavily against the table, very obviously three quarters of the way to wasted. She was giggling to herself. "Listen babe," he said. "I know this is crazy but some major shit went down at work. Rob just called me. I've got to head over there real quick, for just a little bit. I'm the only one with a key to the back and we've got to get in there right now." He knew what he was saying was stupid but he also knew Kattie was too drunk to make much sense of it. "Oh no...really? What the fuuuck?" "I know, it's ridiculous. But I've got to run straight over there. I've got no time. I'm really sorry. Your apartment is only a couple blocks from here, you can make it home ok, right? Stay and have fun here for just a little bit longer. You'll be alright." She was pouting at him, her lower lip stuck out. "It's ok," she said. "I'll be fine. Have fun." she was already slumping forward in her chair to rest her head on the table. He kissed the back of her head. "Love you. Call me if you want while you walk home." He headed out and turned right toward his own apartment about six blocks away, knowing she wasn't watching which way he went, moving at a quick jog. By the time he got into his apartment and pulled up the link to the guy's livestream on his computer, they were already talking directly to Kattie. She was smiling, engaging them in dumb drunk small talk away in some side room they'd pulled her into. She was definitely drunk enough to be overly friendly and trusting of random dudes at a bar.  The camera panned around a couple times. It was six guys in total now, all surrounding her, still for the moment engaging in ostensibly normal banter. Kattie was smiling with her eyes closed, her head leaned up against the window whose sill she was sitting on. She took another sip from some other drink they'd handed her. They talked her up a bit more, more or less normal stuff, if a bit flirty. She smiled dumbly, her eyes still closed half the time, responding to them but probably missing most of the undertones in her drunken haze. He wondered if she even knew they were filming her. Finally it came. "So...my buddies and I here thought we recognized you from somewhere. You're Kattie Duval, right?" Kattie's eyes suddenly snapped open. Even in her drunkenness, he could tell these words were like ice water hitting her full in the face. She glanced around at the six of them wordlessly, the situation suddenly imparted with an entirely different vibe. One of them pulled out their phone and showed it to her. He had one of the videos of her pulled up. Red haired, naked, covered in men's fluids, but undeniably her. "My name is Kattie Duval from Lakewood, California," her voice came from the phone, "and I am the fuck-property of every man who recognizes me and requests my body for the rest of my life. I don't have the ability to say no. If I say the word 'no,' I'm really saying 'yes.'" The guy put the phone away. "So...is it yes or no?" They all laughed. Kattie looked up at them in bewilderment and horror. Kevin, watching through the computer, could tell this had taken her completely off guard. She glanced around the bar, as if making sure that no one she knew was watching. He had a feeling she had suddenly sobered up a bit. "Don't worry," the ringleader said. "We're not going to make you do anything here. My apartment's only a couple blocks from here. We can have a few more drinks and you can show us all a good time there." They pulled her to her feet and, forming a small, guarding semi-circle around her, marched her from the bar. One of them slyly slipped a hand under her skirt and felt her pantiless crotch. She went on, almost robotically, as the dozens of online watchers expressed their outpouring of excitement and lechery in the comments of the live feed, eager for fresh content from their reluctant forever-. [ok, i have a question. of all the characters in Kattie's Abduction Fantasy or Katties New Life Begins, do you put youself into their position? if so, who would you most want to be?] . |
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Excellent delving into kevin’s mindset,and how far he is prepared to go to further Katties ordeal and descent into her own private Hell. Drunk Katitie can’t be any more depraved than sober Kattie. can she ? CAN SHE. ? As always in for the long haul….keep up the awesome standard K…xxxx
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Another excellent chapter... Her past exploits have caught up with her yet again... Wiil she run after this night or learn at accept that she in now the worlds whore? Will her and Kevin be together tomorrow or what.. Many many questions.. Looking forward to seeing where this goes!!
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Ah Kattie, this strikes up so many feelings. Nothing of course what Kattie faces but i had the same worries back in college. A mega drinking night at the SAE house, losing at strip beer pong and then a night of... well you get the idea. When i saw video of it on a discussion thread (thank god the streaming clarity was bad back then), I was forever wondering as people passed me, who had seen it. Just reading your account here made my juices flow bringing back so many memories. Thank you. keep taking us deeper into the mind of these men and yourself.
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[ok, i have a question. of all the characters in Kattie's Abduction Fantasy or Katties New Life Begins, do you put youself into their position? if so, who would you most want to be?] That’s a very good question Kattie…hmm…well during her abduction it would have to be Daniel,i mean the ability and resources to carry out such an ordeal and to get to see it up close? well very very close if the HD videos are to be believed ..grins… But no contest now it’s Kevin….good old dependable Kev…sweet unassuming Kev….i guess part is because no one knows how depraved he really is….check…..he plays the long game…check….but most of all he’s free to play out his most depraved fantasies on a willing participant….Well i say willing..willing in a there’s nothing i can do to stop the need to be treated like the worlds whore… Like the fact he’s now in control and has ALL the power,..i like that,a lot,
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guess twice, smiles
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Will be waitnad wonderng.. I'm really like the way the story is progressing so far.. you're doing quite well with your writing of this!!
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my answer to your question, who would I want to be ..
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May be in the story... not sure since I'm not much on gangbangs!.. thanks for the offer!!!
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Kattie I think you're right to late for her.. last count she had six guys with her!! Still have to wonder how much of this you would enjoy having this happening to you?
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If one never realized that what you post stays on the internet and can come back to haunt you, this story should bring it home. Your writing is exceptional, and this story has the potential to be turned into a riveting book or movie. To answer your question, I wouldn't care to step into any character's shoes. What they all did is akin to how a lyn.h mob ignites. Such brutality is not in my book of kinks. Perhaps the most despicable human is Kevin, his moves have a certain demonic quality that I despise.
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"interesting enough I often wonder why it makes me feel the way I do. why on earth would i even risk what i do? i just can't help it." Really?? That is beyond my understanding—feelings formed from imagination bear no resemblance to those seen in the light of reality. imho Keep a tight rein on those feelings, keep it fictional, and live it through your literary artistry.
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