The following day sees Madison rise in anxiety.
The photos she found at her door are testament to her whoredom. Someone knows her secret and wants to intimidate her.
What should she do?
Madison bites her lip as she feels a revolting sensation that she doesn't allow herself to express.
In her agony, she is lost for how to respond.
A knock sounds at her door.
Her heart jumps into her throat and she hesitantly, creeps up to the portal.
A look through the peep hole causes another form of anxiety. She knows this face.
Her hands trembling, Madison slides the lock and opens the door.
"Rose," the older man says with a paternal smile.
She doesn't say anything but brings an arm protectively over her belly, even though her shirt covers it.
She breathes deeply, "What do you want?"
The man makes no aggressive moves. But, his presence alone is a trauma for her.
"Get your things. We're going to the studio."
Madison feels a tremor pass through her body to settle in her loins.
"I- I won't," she says defiantly.
His smile turns to one of amusement.
"Get your things," he repeats the command. "Wear whatever you like."
She closes the door on him and rests her head against it.
What can she do? He will ruin her life if she doesn't do as he bids.
She looks at herself. Casual attire. A white tee shirt and a pair of khakis.
Her mind races only to draw to a sudden stop. She's done this before.
What's one more time?
As she moves to collect her purse and keys, Madison feels her lower lips slide against each other for her wetness. It makes her fume.
Finally, she stands before the door. She peeps out and sees him waiting.
"Come out, Rose."
With trembling hands the officer of the law opens the door to meet the man who had arranged her first rape.
A breath escapes her as he evaluates her appearance.
"Good," he says before turning to leave.
She hesitates, but inevitably follows.
On their ride to that wretched porn studio, Madison looks through the corner of her eye at the man.
He's such an enigma. He could have her anytime he wants. But, instead, he arranges for other men to fuck her.
Her pretty white teeth grind as she thinks of the degradation to come. But, she can't deny her arousal.
They arrive and Madison's knees threaten to give up on her as they enter the studio.
What she sees shocks her.
Over a dozen men, both ugly and attractive, look to the door as it opens.
Their eyes finding the softest flesh present and Madison feels her legs give out.
But, she doesn't fall to the floor as the older man supports her.
"It's alright, Rose. It's alright."
Despite herself, she walks into the den of wolves.
The men wait for the command as the director readies the set.
All at once, Madison is surrounded and pushed to her knees.
The men lose their clothes until only Madison and the one who brought her here are still clothed.
The first of the men follows directions and grabs her face. He smiles down on her with self satisfaction as he brings his precum laden penis to her lips.
She clenches her teeth in defiance.
Sensing her resistance, the man has a mean look in his eyes as he begins smacking her face with his cock.
While all this happens, men claim her hands and jack themselves off with them.
All around her, horny men prepare themselves.
Still defiant, the undercover officer trembles when she sees the older man with the camera.
He records every smack on the face by the man's tool.
He moves his hand lewdly to give her her cue.
She holds her teeth together so much so that it hurts her jaw.
Finally, she submits.
The man smirks in his superiority as he unceremoniously invades her orifice.
Her tongue and lips perform their tasks and the man builds to orgasm.
She thinks he's gonna force her to swallow his vile seed. Instead, he pulls out and aims for her brow.
She tries to keep her mouth open to accept the cum. But, he brings his hand to her jaw, closing it.
The first ropes run from her nose to her hair. The warmth melding with her own.
Before she has time to think, more jizz smacks into her chin and drips down to her shirt.
Madison is confused, but performs as another set of cocks find her mouth and her hand.
While she pleasures 3 men at a time, the other dozen find their own climaxes.
Madison is pelted over and over again. She becomes a woman in white.
She is oblivious to the recording as more and more men not only coat her in come. But, find their second wind as well.
She feels disgusting when they at last finish their work.
The men fall back and the camera man comes close.
She moves to wipe her face. But, he grips her hand and says, "No."
Madison feels her eyes sting. But, puts down her hand.
"Come," he gives her a hand to stand up.
She hopes he's bringing her to a shower. Instead, he escorts her to the exit.
A few of the men dress and take small unobtrusive recorders and follow.
At the door, Madison pulls back.
"No," she says plaintively. "I can't go out like this."
The man's grip is firm as he says, "Rose, this can all go to your boss. Is that what you want?"
The tears that threatened to come, come. The streaks joining the numerous lines of gunk on her face.
She relents and they find the man's care. A few men follow in other vehicles.
There's been no time for the cum to dry before they reach an intersection downtown.
The older man and mastermind of her suffering parks and pats her on her leg.
"Let's go."
He gets out. But, Madison lingers.
He comes around and opens her door. He is silent while she processes what's about to happen.
