Inwardly cringing as she made the terrible move, Emily fought to keep any sign of the deliberate mistake off of her face as she did. The play she was making didn't work... of course it didn't. Anyone who bothered to read the card would have known better... and Emily had certainly read the card. Lovelorn, however...
"Wh- what just happened? That is some bullshit. Wow, so that works that way, huh?" LoveLorn, streamer extraordinaire, huffed out an indignant breath. "Stupid, broken game."
Predictably, her chat went nuts. Some of them were saying it was an understandable mistake... trying to be the most supportive idiots in the channel. Others cringed, reacting mostly with emotes. A thankfully tiny, precious few called out everyone else for believing in the obviously fake mistake when she had played those cards correctly in earlier rounds. Most, however, took the chance to try to teach her how to play or ridicule her for her mistake.
"SimonSayz donates $5 - You can't play those cards that way. Once the first one goes down, it has protection. You need to play them in the opposite order."
"14EagleZ donates $5 - You can still come back in this! You just need to play Supreme next turn to reanimate your dude, and then you can do it again, right!"
"Beetlenubz donates $5 - Dipshit egirl sucks at this game."
"Fuck you, Beetlenubz! You suck at this game!" Emily exclaimed as she peered into her gaming monitor, 'LoveLorn' acting far more outraged than Emily really was. She couldn't quite keep a smirk off of her face, but that was alright... it would drive the right people just the right amounts of crazy.
She didn't have to wait long. Only a few moments later, the chime for another donation went off, and the TTS voice began to speak. "Beetlenubs Donates $5 - Fuck me? I'd rather fuck you!"
"Ok, wow... inappropriate..." she muttered back, affronted... or at least appearing to be. She shifted in a way that bent her slightly forward to the screen, allowing a glimpse down her tank top at her breasts. "Really mature, asshole." Emily tried not to smile, but mentally she heard the sound of a cash register... a year ago, she would never have guessed that she could turn the minimum donation up to five dollars for text-to-speech privileges and that she would get so many people arguing with her and hitting on her at cost, but apparently there was no price too high for this bunch of stupid simps.
A barrage of messages filled the screen, most of them in support of the chatter’s comment, and Elizabeth smiled and waited for the next man who was going to pay her, already fantasizing about the car she was going to buy with this money.
And really, why shouldn't they give it to her? Most of them would never have a chance to talk to someone as pretty as LoveLorn. Emily knew she was a strikingly beautiful girl, and her long, wavy, hot pink hair cascaded over her shoulders and rested on the curve of her breasts. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and her full lips were often curved into a flirtatious smile. She had a petite nose and high cheekbones that accentuated her delicate features. Her body was toned and athletic, a result of her daily rigorous workout routine. She stood at around 5'6" and weighed a mere 120 pounds. Emily's arms were slender but strong, and her fingers were adorned with multi-colored nail art.
She usually wore tight-fitting clothing that showcased her ample cleavage and flat stomach. Today, she had chosen to wear a white tank top with a plunging neckline, thin and almost transparent in the light... just enough that the men watching could imagine they were seeing through it to her large tits. The material clung to her curves, highlighting her narrow waist and round hips. A pair of denim shorts hugged her slim thighs, accentuating their toned definition.
As she sat at her gaming station, her long legs were crossed, and she often shifted in her chair, providing tantalizing glimpses of her smooth skin. There was an air of confidence about her, a sense of power that seemed to radiate from her very core. She was queen, and this computer chair was her throne... and here is where she held court, her beauty, wit, and sexuality keeping her subjects in thrall... unable to get away.
As Emily continued to play the game, the chatter in the chat grew increasingly sexist and degrading the more frustrated they got. /Bitch must think with her tits... they're bigger than her head, anyway!/ one person commented, followed by a slew of similar comments.
Internally, Emily laughed at their pathetic attempts to get her attention. She knew they were just trying to rile her up, but it was amusing how desperate they seemed. It was as if they truly believed that if she just badgered her enough, she would actually give in to their crude requests... never seeming to realize she was just going to milk them for every dollar they had.
Emily's round finally came to an end, leaving her victorious once again. With a smug smile plastered on her face, she moved back into the queue for the next match. As she waited, she reached down to the fridge below her desk and pulled out a popsicle, slowly unwrapping it. "You all wish you were this good," she said, snorting out a laugh as the chat began moving faster yet again. Then she popped the popsicle into her mouth and began licking at it, and all of a sudden, no one wanted to discuss anything else.
She wasn't going out of her way to make it as suggestive as possible or anything... that would be too obvious. She also didn't need to. No one with a single working brain cell and any desire for a woman didn’t already know exactly what it was suggesting, and that made it impossible not to think about. "Wow, they really make these popsicles big," she commented without so much as a hint of irony, running her tongue along the length of the cold treat. The chat was filled with thirsty comments, fueling the beautiful streamer’s ego even further.
"Mmm, this is so delicious," she moaned, making sure to draw out each word as she continued to tease her audience. "These are my absolute favorite. How about you, chat?"
Her words sent the chat into a frenzy. One after the donations poured in. Most of the comments weren't quite openly lewd, but quite a few of them were... with plenty of other suggestions about other things she could try to suck on. Bananas, cucumbers, and eggplant emoji were common suggestions. Men were practically begging LoveLorn for her attention, offering her ludicrous amounts of money, five dollars at a time, just to speak to her for a second. All because she licked a sweet frozen snack.
Emily couldn't believe how easy it was to manipulate these men. They were all too eager to throw their hard-earned cash at her, hoping that she would give them the time of day. As long as they kept paying, then “LoveLorn” would keep playing the game... and teasing them relentlessly. As she continued to suck on the popsicle, she could feel the power coursing through her veins. These men were putty in her hands, and she reveled in the control she had over them.
With each passing moment, the donations continued to roll in, and Emily's bank account swelled with every transaction. She knew that these men would continue to throw money at her, desperate for even the slightest chance to gain her favor.
The chat exploded with even more explicit comments, some of them so crude that she had to stifle a laugh. "You guys are something else," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief. But despite their vulgarity, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power over these men. They were practically begging for her attention, and she held all the control.
As she continued to engage with them, she could almost picture the frustration building within them. They were thoroughly hooked on her every move, and she reveled in the knowledge that she could manipulate them so easily.
"DaggyXXX donates $5 - You should be my girlfriend. I'd give you something a lot more fun to suck on."
Emily rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. "Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, loser. In your wildest fantasy, maybe."
Chat, watching from the camera pointed at her, noticed long before Emily did as a shadow stepped into view behind her. The ????? and emoji spam, however, swarmed any useful warning she could have read until it was too late. A few seconds later, a man grabbed her from behind, his hands covered with black gloves as the first wrapped around her throat and the second pressed her arm to her sides even as he grabbed hold of one of her large tits.
Emily tried to scream, but the man squeezed her throat, and her cry turned into a rasping gurgle. The beautiful girl gasped for air, kicking frantically her chair out from beneath her as she tried to break free from his grasp. Her long pink hair flailed around her head as she struggled, her large breasts flopping in the tanktop... and throughout it all her chat went wild as they watched the sudden shocking turn of events. Some cried out for her to be let go. Some asked if anyone knew where she was, and if they could call the police. Others, however... they cheered the mysterious man on.
As Emily continued to struggle against her mysterious attacker, he took the opportunity to grope her large breasts with his free hand. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. Her eyes widened in panic as she felt her precious body, her most valuable asset, being attacked without her having any way to defend herself. She tried to fight back, kicking and thrashing, but it only seemed to excite him further.
The chat scrolled rapidly, filled with a mix of cheers and cries for help filling the screen. A message flashed across the screen, and then a second later, her headphones responded in kind: "ThottBreaker donates $5 - Show us her tits!" The despicable comment only fueled her humiliation as he pulled down her white tank top and her bra, exposing a single breast to the world. It didn’t matter that her attacker hadn’t seen it, hadn’t heard it… the chat went nuts when they felt like the man was listening to them and doing what they wanted.
She wanted to yell at him to stop it... but then she suddenly went absolutely still. The hand that had ripped down her bra had gone back behind him, and when he came back up she felt the cold steel of a knife press against the top of her throat, just beneath and behind her chin. "Shhh, don't make a sound," the man whispered menacingly in her ear. "Just cooperate and be a good girl, LoveLorn, and maybe I won't slit your pretty little throat in front of all your fans..."
Emily could just barely catch his reflection in her monitor, the game behind it forgotten as the next game finally popped up. The man was huge, at least 6 feet tall, and dressed in all black, his face covered with a ski mask. "So, are you going to be a good girl, little slut?"
The man slowly loosened his grip on Emily's throat, allowing her to gasp for breath as she started to cry. Her large breasts heaved beneath her exposed bra, her slender arms wrapped around herself in a futile attempt at protection. "P-p-please... I don't want to die..." she sobbed, her voice barely above a whisper.
The mysterious man chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down Emily's spine. "I know you don't, little slut. That's why you're going to do exactly what I say." He tightened his grip once more, reminding her of her vulnerable position.
Emily nodded frantically, her eyes wide with fear. She couldn't believe this was happening to her - it felt like a nightmare she couldn't escape from. "Yes, anything... just please don't kill me."
Emily shivered as the man forced her to her knees, the cold steel of the knife pressing against her skin. The game on the screen behind him was forgotten as he towered over her, his all-black attire making him seem even more menacing. "You're going to live up to the promises your whore body has been making, LoveLorn," he growled, his voice low and threatening.
With a trembling hand, Emily reached for the zipper on his pants, her eyes fixed on the blade that glinted in his other hand. Slowly, she pulled down the zipper, feeling like she wanted to vomit as she revealed the bulge beneath. The sound of it opening echoed in the room, amplified by her fear. She could feel the heat radiating from his groin. The smell of musk filled her nostrils, and she wanted to throw up… but he didn’t have time to hesitate. Instead, the intruder grabbed her wrist, forcing her hand inside his pants. "Pull it out," he commanded.
Emily's breath hitched as she complied, her fingers wrapping around the thick, rigid shaft. It was hot to the touch, and she could feel the veins pulsing beneath the surface. With a gentle tug, she freed it from its confines. Her eyes remained fixed on the knife as she held his massive cock in her trembling hand, the head glistening with precum. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she struggled to keep her composure. The man loomed over her, watching her every move with cold, emotionless eyes.
Emily boggled at the size of his cock. It was easily the largest she had ever seen, and her small hand barely wrapped around it. The thought of what he planned to do with it sent a shiver down her spine.
The man ripped her headset off and yanked its cord violently free from her computer. The sounds of the forgotten game played over the speakers now, no one paying them any mind as he wrapped the headset's cord around her wrists, binding them together. "Now," he said, leaning down towards her. "This is what I want you to say." He whispered the words in her ear before standing back up, grabbing onto his cock at the base, and slapping her on the nose with it, earning a cute little yelp from the pink-haired girl. "Now, LoveLorn, say hello to your adoring fans."
Shaking with fear, Emily turned towards the screen while still kneeling on the floor. She read the chat as it raced back, her eyes picking out dozens of horrible things being said about her.
/D1ckL0rd: I always knew LoveLorn was a slut./
/MilkMan42: This is probably a stunt for more views, that attention whore./
/Among4ss: What a dumb bitch./
/LoveLornLust: I'm jacking off so hard right now/
/MILFHUNT3R: Stupid whore, you deserve everything you get/
/Mewmew22: Show us the rest of her fuckbags!/
/D1ckL0rd: Best stream ever!/
Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to put on a fake smile. "H-Hello, everyone!" she managed to force out, even though her voice was breaking. "L-LoveLorn here a-again, and I'm about to show you all how a c-cocktease gets her face r-raped..." As she spoke, the man behind her grabbed her long pink hair, yanking her head around and to the side. At the same time, his other hand thrust his massive cock towards her face, pressing the head against her trembling lips.
Emily choked back a sob as she felt the hot, thick shaft against her mouth. The smell of musk was overwhelming, and she could feel the veins throbbing beneath the surface. The man began to move his hips, slowly pushing his cock into her mouth. Emily gagged as the head slipped past her lips, her eyes watering from the pain and humiliation. He pulled her hair even tighter, forcing her to take more of his length. "Come on, LoveLorn... suck this cock like your life depends on it," he growled menacingly. "It does. And remember, your adoring fans are watching."
Tears flooded down from Emily's eyes, her cheeks flushed with shame. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the chat messages that filled the screen, each one more degrading than the last.
/8008135: Rape that stupid cunt!/
/Among4ss: Is he going to kill her?/
/MembershipPerkz: I kinda hope so!/
Emily struggled to keep licking his cock without choking, but the sheer size of him made her gag over and over. As the man before her continued to thrust his cock into her mouth, Emily felt a wave of despair wash over her. How had she gotten herself into this situation? Had her quest for internet fame and fortune truly led her down such a dark path? With each thrust of his hips, Emily could feel the man's cock hitting the back of her throat, and her airway began to constrict. Her vision grew dark around the edges as her air ran out, her arms flailing uselessly at her sides.
The man laughed cruelly, enjoying the power he held over her. "That's right, egirl piece of trash," he taunted. "Take it all!"
There was a sudden ding from the computer, and the TTS clicked on, coming through her speakers now. "LoveLornLust Donates $5. Suffocate her with it! Don't let the slut breathe!" Emily froze with horror. People were... people were actually donating? Donating to make suggestions about how her rapist could hurt her?
The man laughed. "I think that sounds like an excellent idea!" he said. The man looked down at Emily, who stared up at him with a mix of terror and disbelief. He didn't give her much chance to process, however, before he grabbed onto the back of her head and shoved, ramming her forward and slamming his massive cock down her throat to the hilt. She gagged and choked as he began to use her throat like a fuckhole, his thick veins pulsing against her tongue... She had never deepthroated before, and her whole body rebelled as it choked... but it didn't matter. The man simply grabbed her hair tighter, yanking her head back to and tilting her head back as he held himself down her neck so far it felt like he was reaching her stomach.
"Alright, folks," he said with a small laugh, glancing towards the camera. "She stays like this until someone pays to let the slut breathe." The man snorted. "What do you think, LoveLorn? Think any of your white knights will donate to save your worthless life?"
Emily's eyes bulged, and her face turned red as she fought for air. Tears streamed down her cheeks, matting her makeup. The audience couldn't see it, but her fingers were clenched into tight fists in their bondage, nails digging into her palms. The pain helped her focus on something other than the agony in her throat and the panic that threatened to overwhelm her.
The minutes ticked by, and through blurry eyes Emily stared at the chat as it was exploding with messages. Some were from concerned viewers, urging others to donate for her to breathe again. Others were cruel remarks, egging the man on and telling him to keep going. Still, others made lewd comments about how they wished they could be in his place, using her pretty face as a cum receptacle.
Emily's vision started to dim, and her desperate gasps grew weaker. Her limbs felt heavy, and her struggles became feeble. She knew she was running out of time, but she couldn't seem to muster the strength to fight back... he would probably kill her if she bit him, but with his cock so far down her throat, her repeated gagging wouldn't let her try to bite him even if she were brave enough.
Then, just as the blackness began to swallow her vision whole, a ping went off. "BlakeTipper donates 5$ - Let her breathe." All at once, the man ripped his cock from the nearly limp streamer's mouth, letting her gasp for air. Emily coughed and sputtered, her lungs burning as she sucked in oxygen. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, mingling with the drool that had pooled in her lap.
Emily's eyes drifted towards the screen... and to her horror, the chat was mostly filled with people mocking the donator, calling him a simp and a white knight, calling him pathetic for giving in. Ridiculing him. "Well, it looks like someone wants our little slut to live," the man said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But don't worry; We're not done yet."
His hand grabbed her hair, and he lifted her up by it. She gave a tiny scream, made weak by her breathless lungs, and he repaid that by slapping her across the face... once, twice, three times, then pressing the knife directly against her neck again. "I thought I told you," he said, voice deadly cold, "to shut the fuck up. I told you good girls obeyed, and bad girls ended up in dumpsters. Was I unclear? Or are you just too stupid of a slut to remember basic instructions, LoveLorn?"
She gasped, crying, and he slapped her again. "I asked you a question, whore!"
"I'm sorry!" she cried out, trying her best to keep her voice from rising. "I'm sorry! I'm stupid! I'm stupid!"
He slapped her again. "Don't apologize to me," he snarled. Then he slammed her face down on her keyboard. The pain was unbelievable; her perfect little button nose momentarily flattened, and Emily felt her nose break just as the keyboard did as well. She was too shocked to scream as the keys of her gaming keyboard went flying, scattering across the desk.
The man yanked back on her hair again, lifting her head up so that the camera could catch every angle of her devastated face as blood trickled down from her nose. "Apologize to them. Your viewers have put up with you being a worthless, useless, cockteasing slut for far too long," he commanded her, his voice cold and unyielding.
Emily's vision swam with tears, but she managed to look into the camera, tears filling her eyes. "I-I'm sorry I'm such a worthless, useless, cockteasing slut," she whispered.
"Guess I should've expected this from someone like you, huh?" he sneered, picking up one of the broken keyboard pieces. "A dumb slut who can't even type without fucking it up." Emily cringed as he pressed the jagged edge of the plastic against her cheek, tracing a thin line of blood that trickled down her face... putting a scar across her flawless visage.
His hands moved with a predatory efficiency, roughly grabbing at her clothing and tearing it away as if it were nothing more than tissue paper. The thin fabric of her tank top was no match for his impatient fingers, and he quickly bared her ample breasts fully to the unblinking gaze of the camera. Emily's pale skin flushes with humiliation as her nipples harden in the cool air, betraying her body's natural response despite her terror.
The man yanked down her denim shorts viciously, tugging hard enough that when they caught on the curve of her leg, they tore. The violent sound of the tough fabric ripping echoed in the room like a gunshot. The cameras captured every moment as her toned legs were exposed, pale and vulnerable against the dark floor. He kicked her legs apart, and she could feel the slight freeze of her fan across her delicate skin. The streamer's terror was palpable as her most private areas were revealed to the world. Her perfect hourglass figure, usually flaunted for likes and attention, was now exposed against her will, a testament to her utter helplessness. The chat exploded with crude comments and lewd emojis, emphasizing the degradation she was suffering at the hands of her attacker.
The chat exploded with comments, mostly mocking her humiliating predicament.
"BigTuna donates $5 - Oh, look at that! LoveLorn finally got what she deserves!"
"GamerGirlHater donates $5 - Serves you right, slut! Maybe now you'll learn to play a game right!"
"18AlphasBetter donates $5 - Damn, she's even uglier without clothes! Who knew?"
Emily's heart raced as she struggled not to scream, desperately trying to hold back tears. Despite her best efforts, a few stray tears escaped her eyes, further fueling the malicious comments from her chat and some further donations.
"CrybabyLoveLorn donates $5 - Haha! Look at her cry! What a pathetic excuse for a gamer!"
"WorthlessWhore donates $5 - That's right, slut. Cry for us. We love seeing you suffer."
The degrading words continued to pour in, each one cutting deeper into Emily's soul. These couldn't really be her viewers, could they be? The same people she had had wrapped around her finger just minutes ago? They had to be fake fans, people drawn to the crazy events taking place on camera.
Emily's vision blurred as she felt the man's throbbing cock press against her pussy. The mere thought of his enormous length penetrating her delicate flower filled her with dread, knowing that the pain would be unbearable. She tried to scream, to beg him not to do this, but he was too strong. The cold hardness of his shaft rested against her vulnerable entrance, causing a shudder of fear to run through her body. And then, to her absolute horror, she felt him drag his cock higher up, finding her tight, untouched asshole.
Her panic skyrocketed as she realized his intentions. He didn't intend to fuck her pussy, as though that wouldn't have been traumatic enough. Instead, he planned on violating her in the most degrading and painful way possible – by raping her ass. The reality of the situation hit her like a freight train, rendering her speechless with terror. Emily had never experienced anything remotely close to this level of invasion, and the thought of his massive cock tearing into her virgin hole sent waves of nausea crashing over her.
"No, wait! That's the wrong hole! That's the wro-" Her words were cut off as he rammed into her, filling her with searing pain. Tears streamed down her face, and she wouldn't have been able to keep herself from letting out a scream if her rapist didn't clasp a hand over her mouth right that second, letting her scream into his palm instead.
The explosion of comments was deafening, celebrating the violation of her body in the most brutal way possible. The sound of the donations cheering on her rapist only added to her misery.
"Cockslap donates $5 - Oh yeah, fuck that ass, dude! Teach her a lesson!"
"Analsex4lyfe donates $5 - Yeah, baby! Give it to her hard! Show her who's boss!"
"FapKing donates $5 - Goddamn, I can't believe I'm watching this! This is better than porn!"
Emily's entire body shook with terror and humiliation as the man began to pound away at her in raw, primal lust. The camera captured every agonizing moment as he relentlessly slammed into her tender flesh. The chatroom exploded with more emoji spam and crude remarks, their twisted excitement feeding the attacker's desire to cause her even more pain.
"AssDestroyer donates $5 - Fuck, yeah! Look at her ass stretch around that dick! So hot!"
"PainSlut donates $5 - OMG, she's crying! This is the best stream ever!"
"AnalVirginNoMore donates $5 - There goes her anal virginity! Too bad she won't enjoy it!"
"Stop!" Emily cried out. "P-p-please stop it! It hurts! You... you're raping me..."
The man laughed and drove himself forward harder... hard enough that her bleeding face smacked into her camera for a moment, likely resulting in a darkly hilarious view for her fans. "Shut up, you stupid cunt," he laughed at her, pulling her back towards him by her hair so he could slam her forward again with the next thrust. "A pretty thing to rape is all you are,” he told her as her blood dripped down his cock. "Rape is all you're good for... and rape is all you'll get!"
With each thrust, Emily felt the burning pain increase, and she could feel her sphincter tearing under the relentless assault. Tears dripped from her eyes as she endured the horrific violation, powerless to stop it. The cameras kept rolling, capturing the graphic scene for the world to see, and the monstrous comments from the chat continued to pour in like gasoline on a fire.
As the man continued to savagely fuck her ass, Emily felt her mind begin to disconnect from her body, a defense mechanism to shield herself from the unbearable pain and humiliation. She stared blankly into the camera, her eyes glazed over, as the sickening sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
The man, however, wasn't content to let her blank out. "Keep apologizing to them," he commanded. "You've been robbing them blind, teasing them like this and never putting out. Say you're sorry... and convince them you mean it!"
Emily's mind raced, trying to think of the best way to say she was sorry while also pleasing her rapist. Her lips quivered as she forced out the words. "I-I'm s-sorry I was born a worthless cocktease who contributes nothing to the world. I hope... I hope everyone enjoys watching me get raped."
The vicious comments came pouring in almost instantly, accompanied by numerous donations that made Emily feel even dirtier and more degraded. "FapMaster donates $5 - You're nothing but a hole for us to enjoy, slut!"
"YouCockAddict donates $5 - That's right, bitch! You were made to be fucked! Enjoy it!"
As the ruthless assault on her dignity raged on, Emily felt her body being pushed to its breaking point. The searing pain in her rectum was almost unbearable, and she could feel her inner walls stretching and tearing with each brutal thrust. Tears continued to stream down her face, leaving hot trails on her flushed cheeks. She gasped again and again in agony, and Emily had to fight to maintain her balance as the relentless pounding shook her entire body.
Despite her anguish, Emily found herself transfixed by the twisted spectacle unfolding before her eyes. The chatroom had descended into a veritable cesspool of depravity, with hundreds of nameless, faceless individuals reveling in her torment. They urged on her assailant, offering encouragement and crude remarks as he mercilessly pounded her into submission.
Emily couldn't believe how depraved these viewers were. They seemed to revel in her pain and humiliation, taking pleasure in watching her begging for forgiveness while being brutally violated. It made her sick to her stomach, but she knew she had no choice but to continue if she wanted this nightmare to end. Mustering up what little strength she had left, Emily tried again. "I-I apologize for using my gorgeous ass and tits to manipulate all of you. It was selfish and wrong of me. Please, I'm so sorry..."
This time, the chat exploded with a mixture of laughter and crude remarks. "LMAO, she thinks her ass is gorgeous! What a delusional bitch!"
"AnalWhore187 donates $5 - Your ass is amazing, babe! But it belongs to us now!"
"PainPiggy donates $5 - Fuck yeah, slut! Keep apologizing! We love seeing you suffer!"
The violation felt like a never-ending series of stabs, each one more agonizing than the last. The invader's thick member filled her to the brim, leaving no room for anything else. With every savage thrust, she felt her stomach being battered from the inside out, adding to her already unbearable suffering.
Emily loathed this newfound experience with every fiber of her being. She hated the way her body betrayed her, responding involuntarily to the sensations coursing through it. She hated the chatroom full of sick bastards who took pleasure in her humiliation. Most of all, she hated herself for allowing this nightmare to continue. Tears continued to stream down Emily's face as she felt the overwhelming shame wash over her. How could she let this happen? How could she put on such a pathetic display?
With a shaky breath, she attempted another apology. "I-I'm so sorry for leading you all on, for letting you think you had a chance with me. I... I should have just been your little stripper. That would have been better... I'm sorry... please forgive me..."
The response was immediate and merciless.
/NiceTits: You'll never be forgiven, you filthy whore! Now take that dick like the good little anal slave you are!/
"Assbuster69 donates $5 - Yeah, bitch! You're nothing but a camgirl whore! Own it!"
"FapKing donates $10 - God, this is the best thing I've ever seen! Keep it up, slut! You're doing great!"
As the horrifying scene continued to unfold, the chatroom became a cesspool of twisted fantasies and warped desires. Emily could feel her will to resist slowly ebbing away, replaced by a growing sense of despair and hopelessness. The realization that she was nothing more than a plaything for these sick individuals filled her with anguish, and she wondered if she would ever be able to live with herself after this.
The physical pain was horrible, but even so, it was nothing compared to the emotional agony that wracked her soul. Emily had always prided herself on her wit and intelligence, but now she felt reduced to nothing more than a piece of meat for these perverted strangers to enjoy. Her spirit was broken, and she could no longer muster even the faintest glimmer of defiance.
A particularly vicious thrust brought her back to reality, and Emily let out a muffled scream as her attacker drove himself even deeper inside her. His hands tightened around her hips, holding her in place as he continued to plow into her with ruthless intensity. She could never, ever, ever show her face on the internet ever again after this. Emily could only pray that somehow, someway, she would find the strength to survive this harrowing ordeal and rebuild her life from the shattered ruins that remained.
"CrybabyLoveLorn donates $5 - Holy shit, this is hot. I hope he slits her fucking throat."
Before her eyes, the game client popped back up... another game lobby prompting her to join. Behind her, the man laughed again, enjoying her suffering. "You know slut," he said as he pounded her. "You're never going to be able to hold down a job again after this. Hell, you're never even going to be able to hold your shit in again after I'm finished with you." He shifted forward, and Emily's eyes went wide as she felt the knife press firmly against her neck. "It probably would be a mercy for me to finish you off."
Emily could barely breathe, her heart pounding in her chest as the cold steel of the knife pressed against her throat. The man behind her was relentless, driving into her with a brutal intensity that left no question he could kill her. Large, pathetic tears flooded down her cheeks as she desperately begged for her life. "Please," she gasped, her voice hoarse from the constant screaming. "I have so much to live for... my family loves me, they need me... I have a future, a whole life ahead of me..."
Images of her loved ones flashed before her eyes, and she clung to those memories like a lifeline. She couldn't let this monster take everything away from her. "Please!" she said, tears flooding her eyes. "Please, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
Her attacker laughed, the sound sending chills down her spine. "You think that matters to me?" he sneered, his breath hot against her ear. "You're just another piece of meat to me, bitch. And once I'm done with you, no one will ever want you again."
Emily's heart sank, realizing the true depravity of the man who held her captive. There would be no mercy, no compassion. He would take what he wanted from her and discard her like trash.
"But you know what? Let's make this interesting..." The knife left her throat, and he drew it through the headset cord binding her wrists. Then the masked man grabbed the back of her head again and shoved her forward. "Grab your mouse, cunt."
Emily, surprised, hesitated. "W-wha?"
Agony erupted in the back of her skull as her rapist brought the handle down on her like a club. "I said grab the mouse and accept that match, you stupid bitch!" he snarled as stars swirled in Emily's vision. "Come on. Show us what kind of gamer you are, cunt! I have a little wager for you."
Dazed, Emily grabbed for the mouse, clicking the button to accept another match of her game. The pink-haired girl looked up at the masked intruder through tear-filled eyes, confusion and terror warring on her face. "Wh-what kind of wager?" she managed to whisper.
"If you win this game, I'll let you go. But if you lose... well, let's just say you won't be streaming anymore." He smiled cruelly, revealing perfect white teeth that contrasted sharply with his black ski mask.
Emily's heart raced as she considered her options. She knew she couldn't outrun him or overpower him, but maybe - just maybe - she could outsmart him. She really was good at this game. Slowly, she turned back to her monitor, her fingers trembling as she prepared to continue the game.
Her chat had gone wild, with messages of support and warnings flying across the screen. Some were urging her to comply with the man's demands, while others were begging her to try to escape. Too many others, however, were encouraging him.
/ThottBreaker: Cunts deserve to die/
/Among4ss: She squeals like a pig/
/MILFHUNTER: She IS a pig. Should slaughter her like one/
/NiceTits: KILL HER!/
Emily's stomach twisted into a pained knot as she registered the repulsive messages popping up in her chat. A chill coursed through her veins, both from the horrendous realization that some of her viewers desired her demise and the fear that now, more than ever, her life hung in the balance. Nausea rose within her as she forced herself to block out the disturbing dialogue and focus solely on the game before her.
With trembling hands, she began to play, each move calculated with intense precision. The card game was delicate, akin to navigating a minefield; one misstep could spell disaster. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound reverberating in her ears as if trying to drown out the silence of the room. The mysterious man loomed behind her, his presence as tangible as the suffocating darkness that seemed to envelop them both.
The searing pain in her assaulted anus was nearly unbearable, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Each thrust drove her closer to the brink of madness, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. With every movement, her head throbbed relentlessly, the blood from her broken nose flowing freely down her face. The metallic taste of her blood filled her mouth, making her gag, further heightening her distress.
Despite the agony and torment, Emily pressed on, determined not to succumb to the terror that threatened to consume her. As she navigated the complexities of the game, her fingers moved with the precise grace of a surgeon, doing her best to weigh every decision carefully... but it was hard with a lance of fire continually scouring its way up her guts. It was hard with the tears filling her eyes so much she could barely see the screen. It was hard while her concussed mind kept trying to drift off to sleep. Nothing mattered now but the game that was the only thing standing between her and a grisly fate... and she couldn't focus on it at all.
Suddenly, the man behind her gave a series of especially painful, deep thrusts into her, causing Emily to cry out in anguish. The searing pain was so intense that it overshadowed everything else, rendering her incapable of thinking about anything other than the agony coursing through her body. When she finally managed to regain some semblance of focus, she realized with horror that she had made a mistake.
With trembling hands, Emily examined the cards on the table and the ones remaining in her hand. She should not have played that card. She should not have played that card. She was now behind in the game now, and her opponent held a distinct advantage over her. Her mind raced as she tried to salvage the situation, but the unrelenting pain and torment made it increasingly difficult to think clearly.
A cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she frantically searched for a solution, knowing that her life depended on it. She couldn't afford to lose this game; the consequences were too dire even to contemplate. With each passing moment, the fear and desperation grew within her, consuming her like a raging inferno.
The chat exploded with a flurry of messages, mocking words that reveled in her misfortune. It was difficult to discern which messages were genuine and which were there purely to torment her, but Emily didn't have the luxury of time to dwell on them. She needed to find a way to turn the tide of the game in her favor and quickly.
Or die.
/CardMa5teR89: Hey LoveLorn, you missed an opportunity there. It's like you want to lose./
/All9Inches: Just give up and die already. You suck at this game./
/I<3LL: Don't listen to these trolls! You got this!/
/CrybabyLoveLorn: Dumbfuck white knight/
Emily tried to block out the noise and the pain to focus on the game, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. With each passing moment, the anguish in her raped asshole was getting worse, and she felt more and more like throwing up. It clouded her judgment and made it hard for her to think straight. Still, she refused to give up. She knew she couldn't afford to lose, not when her life was on the line.
The chat continued to buzz with activity, but Emily did her best to tune it out. She knew that her survival depended on her ability to stay focused and keep a clear head despite the overwhelming challenges she faced. Nevertheless, she saw them... scrolling on the edge of her vision. A constant stream of ridicule and misery filled her screen as she tried to prove that she was stronger than these animals thought and earn her life.
With shaking hands, Emily played another card, hoping it would be enough to turn the tide in her favor. The chat erupted once more as people reacted to her move.
/3L137<4rD: Oh no, LoveLorn, you can't play that card there! What are you thinking?/
/Among4ass: Dumb bitch doesn't know how to play the game.
"PainPiggy donates $5 - Just put the dumb slut out of her misery already!"
As she continued to play, Emily found herself struggling more and more. The pain from the relentless pounding in her anus was insufferable, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. Moreover, the constant stream of demeaning messages filled her with dread and anxiety, weighing heavily on her already frayed nerves.
Inwardly, she cursed herself for getting into this situation in the first place. How could she have been so stupid? Now, her very survival hinged on her ability to outsmart her opponent, and it seemed like an insurmountable task. The odds were stacked against her, and with each passing moment, the darkness threatened to consume her. She began to get furious, internally, at the nameless, random opponent over the internet. Why couldn't he just let her win!? She was going to die if she lost, and he didn't even know it! He should, damnit! He should know!
The masked man, sensing Emily's desperation, grew even more violent in his assault. Each brutal thrust into her ravaged asshole sent shockwaves of pain throughout her body. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to tune out the agony and focus on the game. Her opponent was relentless, making move after move that left her reeling, ruthlessly using his advantage to crush her down.
With each passing moment, Emily's hope dwindled. If she lost, she died… but it seemed like the cards were stacked against her. As the end drew near, she clung to the faintest glimmer of hope that her opponent would make a mistake, that he would slip up and give her the opening she needed to regain control of the game.
Her opponent played a card, and, staring at it, Emily's heart sank. Woozy though she was, pained though she was, Emily tried to think of anything she could do, anything she could possibly draw, that would get her out of this situation... and as the final moments of the turn clock ticked away, Emily realized she had lost. The weight of defeat crashed down upon her, and with it came the overwhelming sensation of her rapist's cum filling her asshole.
The hot, viscous liquid surged inside her, stretching her already battered muscles to their limit. She couldn't help but weep pathetically, her sobbing resonating through the room. Her body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her rapist, stolen from her while she felt only pain and degradation. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat that dripped from her brow. The sight of her stricken expression on the monitor mirrored the torment she felt inside.
The chat exploded with triumphant messages from her opponent's supporters and jeers from those who had been rooting for her demise. As the reality of her situation set in, Emily felt herself growing numb. She had lost... she had lost!
His cock wedged deep inside of her as his cum filled her up, a physical reminder of the helplessness of her situation. Emily's thoughts raced, panic setting in as she realized that this might be the last thing she ever felt. The thought of dying with his cum up her ass was almost too much to bear.
As her opponent finished, he pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping and raw. The feeling of emptiness was almost worse than the fullness that had preceded it, a stark contrast to the void that now loomed within her. With a final glance at the chat, Emily saw the messages of derision and triumph scrolling by, taunting her with her impending doom.
At that moment, Emily knew that she had lost everything. Her life, her dignity, and even the smallest shred of hope that she could salvage something from this nightmare. As the masked man finished raping her, he stood towering over her broken form. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. For a brief moment, their eyes met through a reflection in the computer screen, and Emily saw nothing but smug satisfaction in his gaze.
"Aww, that's too bad," he said, voice filled with malicious amusement as he brought the knife forward. Emily raised both of her hands, trying to grab onto his wrist... but no matter how proud she was of her body, no matter how fit it was, she was utterly overmatched as the knife came closer and closer...
Emily's eyes widened in terror as the man brought the knife closer to her throat. Her heart pounded furiously, and she could feel the panic rising within her. She tried desperately to scream, but the sound was choked off as the edge of the blade sliced into her delicate skin.
An excruciating pain ripped through her body as the knife plunged deeper, parting her flesh with a wet, soft tearing sound. The metal sank into her neck, and Emily's vision blurred with tears of agony. She felt the heat of her own blood gushing out from the wound, soaking her clothes and dripping onto the floor. Her arms went limp, no longer able to resist the relentless force of her attacker.
The masked man continued to saw the knife back and forth, opening up a gaping wound in Emily's throat. Crimson blood sprayed from the injury, covering her pale breasts and splattering onto her desk.
The chat exploded with reactions:
/Cumluvr69: Oh shit!/
/Savi0r: Jesus Christ, he really did it!/
/Disbelief_101: No way... she can't be dead./
/Dumdumbish: Time to find a new titty streamer, I guess.../
/Nih3l3st: RIP LoveLorn./
Despite his cruelty, the masked man seemed satisfied with his work. He sat Emily back down in her chair, still holding her by the hair and gripping the knife in his other hand. Blood poured from the gaping wound in her throat, soaking her clothes and splattering onto the keyboard and monitor. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the musky odor of sweat and sex. Emily's vision began to blur as she struggled to breathe. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she could feel her strength fading rapidly, her life slipping away with each passing second. The room spun around her, and she knew that she was drowning in her own blood. With each passing second, her life slipped further away, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
As the masked man stood over Emily's dying body, he couldn't resist one last act of depravity. He reached down and grabbed her bloodied breasts, squeezing them roughly as she gasped for air. "These tits were fun while they lasted, bitch," he snarled, his voice dripping with malice. "But now it's time to say goodbye. At least we got to share them with the world, right?"
With a swift motion, he drew the knife across her left nipple, severing it from her body. Emily's eyes widened in agony, but no sound escaped from her ruined throat. The masked man held up the bloody trophy, examining it with a satisfied smirk.
"I'll remember you every time I look at this," he said, walking over to her dresser and opening it until he found some of her panties. Wrapping her nipple in the fabric, he slipped it into his pocket. "Maybe I'll feel it the next time I watch some other cocktease of a girl online. Thanks for the fuck, slut."
With that, he turned and climbed back out the window he had entered through, leaving Emily to die alone in her streaming room, her life ebbing away with each passing second.
Emily could do nothing but stare blankly at the monitor, her vision growing dimmer by the moment. Emily's consciousness slowly faded away as she read the mocking comments in the chat. She could hear her heartbeat growing weaker, and her breathing became shallow.
/Cumlvr69: Fs in the chat./
/NiceTits: F/
/Among4ss: F/
/MILFHUNTER: F/
/ThottBreaker: F for real. She was hot/
/Savi0r: Can't believe this really happened/
/A55T4kor: No more titty streamer? Guess it's time to find a new one… F/
/PainPiggy: Respect for broadcasting her own death. She finally found something we'll remember her for/
The chat faded as everything grew cold for the dying streamer. The last thing Emily saw was her blood-soaked reflection in the computer monitor, a haunting reminder of the horrors she had endured. Finally, everything faded to black, and the once beautiful, lively girl closed her eyes for the last time, her lifeless body slumping in her chair with her legs obscenely spread, cum dripping slowly from her raped asshole.
The computer continued broadcasting the grisly scene to her audience for at least thirty more minutes before the platform's content team finally found it and took the stream down.
But the video remained extremely popular on some dark corners of the internet years later.
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