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[Airscrew]

You are a very good writer!

[TheAuthor]

The words slammed into Beth like a freight train. Her foggy mind cleared in an instant, adrenaline surging through her veins. Her chest tightened, and every muscle tensed as her situation became blindingly clear: she was in danger and her flight instinct just kicked in 200%.



Beth didn’t think—she acted. She shoved open the bathroom door and crept into the studio, careful to avoid making any noise. Her heart pounded in her ears, but her senses were sharpening, the drug’s fog lifting ever so slightly. As Beth surveyed the room, she felt a wave of sickness wash over her, as she realised what was in the room. The space was transformed from her previous memories. What she once thought were discarded beer cans now appeared as various shapes and sizes of dildos. Handcuffs dangled from the walls, while mouth gags were tucked away under the desk. Blindfolds were neatly arranged next to face masks too large for a girl. In one corner, an assortment of BDSM equipment caught her eye, resembling torture tools.



The man was in the adjacent room, his voice muffled but unmistakable as he talked on the phone. “We can live-stream it,” he said, his tone gleeful. “We’ll make tens of thousands, she’s that hot. Just get here. She’s still out of it, so hurry up.”



Beth froze. The impact of the words struck her, reinforcing the harsh truth of her predicament. Her gaze flitted around the room, urgently looking for a way out. Then, she noticed a box crammed beneath a table, overflowing with a chaotic mix of abandoned women's garments.



Crouching low, she reached for the box, pulling it closer with trembling hands. Inside lay a grotesque assortment of items that sent a chill down her spine: crop tops stained with blood and cum, torn shorts covered in dirt, grime and lubricant, and dresses far too small for her frame. The implications of what happens in this cabin became clearer as she looked at each garment.

‘These belonged to other girls,’ Beth thought, ‘it wasn't clear what happened to them, whatever it was they did not need these clothes.’ Each garment bore the marks of abuse, and not just a quick hit or slap…………. prolonged agonising abuse. Beth was getting covered in the dirt from the floor, but she did not care, her focus was on getting out of that cabin.



Amidst the clothing, handcuffs glinted ominously. Ball gags, their presence an indication of the silenced screams of the girls, dildos worn with use and marred with bite marks. This was not just a box of discarded belongings; it was chilling evidence of what now threatened her.





Her hands trembled as she rummaged, trying not to think about what had happened to them. She finally found a one-piece swimsuit that looked close to her size, it had stains on it, and stank of a smell like sweaty socks and fish, mixed with hand lotion. Beth covered her nose, it would have to do. She slipped it on quickly, wincing as the hard fabric scrapped over her skin and clung tightly to her damp body. It was snug, pressing against her in all the wrong places, the stains visible all over the suit, Beth knew cum stains when she saw them and this suit was covered from top to bottom, the material pressing against her vagina was stiff and hard like cardboard, she could feel the material relaxing as her juices mixed with the stiff material. Beth wanted to take it off, but she knew there was nothing else her size, she would have to deal with it, at least she wasn’t completely naked anymore.



Finally, her attention shifted to the room itself. For the first time, she noticed the cameras. They were everywhere—on stands, mounted to the walls, and even handheld ones lying haphazardly on the floor. Bright lights were positioned at angles that felt deliberate, almost clinical. Computer monitors glowed on a cluttered desk, displaying open tabs she couldn’t quite make out.



Logos for websites like Chaturbate.com, MyFreeCams.com, and TheAuctionRoom.bnet stared back at her, their interfaces open with usernames and passwords saved. Her breath caught in her throat as she took it all in. On some of the screens, she could see a live feed of herself, the 'record' on the screen was not flashing, but she knew it was already ready to start at the press of a button.



This wasn’t just a creepy hideaway—it was a full-blown operation. On one wall, a board was decked out with photos of girls, each captured in an action-style moment. Beside every picture, names were scrawled in hurried handwriting, accompanied by notes that hinted at their lives. Next to these dollar amounts were noted, some reaching into the hundreds while others soared into the thousands. Each picture had a big black number showing a final number in Dollars, and next to that number was the word 'SOLD'.



Her eyes darted to the duffel bag with the camera inside. The SD card. If she could get to it, maybe she could erase at least some of the photos taken of her.



Her hands shaking as she unzipped the bag and fumbled for the camera. Her fingers found the card slot and pulled out the small, fragile SD card. For a moment, she hesitated, her mind racing with where to hide it. The tension in the room felt suffocating, her movements too loud in the oppressive silence.



Then, an idea struck her. It was crude, and desperate, but it might work. She slipped the card into her mouth, pressing it against the roof with her tongue. The sharp edges dug uncomfortably, but she didn’t care. If they found her, she could bite down and destroy it. It was better than letting them keep it.



Beth felt a knot in her stomach as she looked around the room at the photos on the walls. Some captured the girls with bright smiles, while others were unsettling—showing empty expressions, forced smiles, and tears that seemed just beneath the surface. Among the pictures, there were men with their arms around the girls, their faces either hidden or turned away. One photo caught her attention; she recognized the swimsuit she was wearing. It made her feel nauseous, and she wished she could just take it off, but exposing herself again was not an option. The sofa they were on was the same one she remembered sitting on before. She fought back the urge to gag once more.



A shelf nearby held small bottles of creams, lubricants, pills, and empty syringes. A blindfold dangled from one corner of a chair, and a gag from the other. Beth’s mind reeled, every nerve in her body screaming at her to leave




Behind her, the man’s voice rose in volume. “I’ll get the cameras ready. She’s prime content—this one’s gonna be our golden ticket!”




Beth moved swiftly but silently to the window. The latch was stiff, and she had to tug harder than she wanted. The soft click it made sounded deafening in the tense silence. She froze, her heart hammering in her chest, but the man kept talking, oblivious to her presence.



“Man, she’s perfect,” he said, his voice filled with a twisted kind of excitement. “No attitude, no fight. This one’s a natural. The guys are gonna love her. We start slow—just a teaser—and then go full stream tonight. The money’s gonna roll in.”



Beth’s stomach clenched painfully. Her fingers trembled against the window frame, the bile in her throat threatening to choke her. She focused on the latch, trying to keep her breathing steady.



“If we keep her drugged up enough,” he continued, his voice filled with sinister confidence. “She’ll play along. She was already so compliant earlier, putting on the clothes I gave her. Hell, she may even beg us to allow her to wear sexy outfits to get her fix.”



Beth’s hands fumbled and the Latch clanged open, and she paused, the window was jammed even with the latch off, she needed to force it more, but that would make too much noise. Terrified Beth thought he heard her, Beth's heart beated loudly in her chest. He hadn't. Instead, his voice grew more animated, each word hitting her like a dagger.

“I reckon we start with some teasing,” he said. “Like, $100 to take her skirt off, then her top non-nude stuff, I have plenty of outfits here, some might need a wash. Advertise that she’ll be back in a few hours—keep them hooked. Then we say she’ll take requests. Fifty bucks for an outfit change, we can get them to choose between 5 options, maybe we have her change in the shadows so the viewers just get a silhouette, and see the perfect shape she has. I have lights we can direct from the floor, showing off her leg gap and lovely pussy lips, making her look really nice. They’ll eat it up.”

Beth Froze in place while the man spoke, waiting for a sign she could put her full strength into the window, she prayed it would budge, she would only get one chance...

Beth’s chest felt tight as the horrifying plan unfolded, she glanced back at the wall of pictures each of his descriptions had a picture of a girl in that position, he had not just done this before, but many times. Her fingers finally managed to nudge the latch open a little further.

“And then we ramp it up,” he continued, pacing now. “Private shows, non-nude, 121s for $500, requests taken in 121, they can take her down to the bra and panties. Drug her up again after, and let her sleep between sessions, just enough to make her face fresh, we cannot afford for her to look burnt out. Come back for a harder show, maybe even make them pay to have a harder show. Start small—introduce some smaller items, maybe. VIP tier stuff, you know wifi controlled vibrators, let them pay to set the thing off, right we will have her moaning like a champion, and then they will pay anything to get her fully nude. We can work her into the straps, a bit of BDMS always pays if she’s compliant enough, and that’s where the real money is VIPs will pay $1000 to hear her moan while strapped down, we can up the price for that premium service, only in VIP mind you.”

Beth felt a cold sweat break out over her skin. She stilled completely, barely daring to breathe, her mind flicked to more images of those girls. The looks on their faces as they were used.

“Private shows with her strapped in, we could do that for a day, and they would still pay $1,000 a pop,” he said, almost laughing. “And once we’ve got them hooked, we introduce the guys. 1on1, then work in a rota, see which ones the punters like, then get them to pay for their favourite guy to follow their instructions. VIPs can be a few guys and they can pay extra for double penetration, but on non-vip, they just get the basics, no penetration no cum. Then let the VIP viewers direct the action, tell us how to handle her, the harder they want it the more they pay to see it.”

Her fingers clenched the window frame so tightly it hurt. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to move, but she couldn’t yet. Not until she was sure. The agony of listening to what he had in store for her, she tried to shut out his voice, but she had to listen, to know when to make her move.

“We go full throttle after that,” he added, his tone casual like he was talking about selling a product. “Charge $500 a ticket for an all-access VIP stream. No holds barred. Tell the guys where to fucker how hard, and where to cum, the sound of a girl moaning and screaming while getting fucked by a few guys is $$$ on the internet. Then they can pay for to see the Cum dripping out of her. We can introduce a Cam-to-Cam let them talk and direct her, we will have to give her a double dose before that. Let the punters get real dirty with her, only in private and keep upping the price, they will get addicted to her wanting more, pushing her further. A few weeks maybe even a month of that, and we’re set. We will still get great money for her at auction after that and sell her to the highest bidder at the usual place, maybe even leak it to the highest punters, so they can 'Visit her before she goes' £10k for one face-to-face show, they pay double if they want to go bareback, they can fly out here. We will have to hire a hotel room though. We can stream that too, let them know this is a real punter who got to have some fun. Tell them they have a few days if they want the same, and each guy we up the price, let them sign in and show they are real-life punters and promote it so we get more flying over, all until she is sold.

“Can you talk to your doctor friend about getting some chemical contraception sorted? You know she’ll be useless at auction if she ends up pregnant, especially if one of the guys breaks a condom on her, it's not worth the hassle.” There was a brief pause as the voice on the other end responded. “Perfect. You can inject it in when we top up the other drugs.”

Beth’s blood ran cold. The words struck her like a blow, and a rising sense of dread clawed at her chest. She could feel her heart pounding, the urge to flee building with each passing second. Whatever haze had clouded her thoughts moments ago was dissipating fast—she needed to get out, now.

[TheAuthor]

Beth felt the window shift slightly under her trembling hands. She gritted her teeth, forcing it open without making a sound, each creak a potential alarm. The cool breeze from outside hit her face, sharp and bracing, a stark contrast to the stifling air inside. Her heart pounded in her chest, every beat a drum of fear and determination.



“I’ll rota the guys through,” he was saying somewhere in the background, his voice a sinister drawl that seeped through the walls. “Keep her on screen, keep it building. She won’t even realize what’s happening. I had to use a lot of drugs on her to get her this compliant, so she has a fast metabolism. We need to keep her topped up, or she could shock herself out of the drug.”



Beth didn’t wait any longer. With one final effort, she eased the window open enough to slip through. The cool air engulfed her as she climbed onto the ledge. Below was the watery foundation of the cabin, glinting in the sunlight—a drop that would hurt but was far better than staying. She glanced back one last time, her gaze lingering on the horrific scene—the cameras, the photos, the board of dollar signs. A fresh surge of anger and adrenaline coursed through her.

Without hesitation, she slipped through the window, her body hitting the water with a loud splash. The cold shock jolted her fully awake, the last remnants of the drug dissipating as she swam with all her might towards the shadowed underpinning of the cabin. Her fingers grazed the slimy rocks as she submerged herself, the murky water cloaking her escape.



When her head broke the surface, she gasped for air, glancing back to see the window slam open. The man leaned out, his face twisted with fury and confusion. “Where do you think you’re going?!” he roared, scanning the water frantically.



Beth swam for the far side of the pontoon. She surfaced quietly, keeping herself hidden as she slipped behind a moored boat. From her hiding spot, she watched as he stormed out of the cabin, kicking a post and shouting curses.



The sound of a truck engine revving in the distance made her freeze. She peeked around the edge of the boat just in time to see the pickup roaring up the dirt path, dust clouding the air behind it. Her pulse quickened as the truck skidded to a stop near the cabin. There were two men in the cab and at least three—no, four—crammed into the bed, their faces eager and hungry.



Beth’s mind flashed back to the phone call. “Get the guys. She’s a goddess. Hurry up.” The words echoed in her ears, a chilling reminder of what awaited her if caught.

She stayed perfectly still, her body pressed low as the men piled out of the truck. They didn’t notice her, their focus on the shouting man who pointed wildly toward the water.



As they ran toward the dock, Beth seized her chance. Moving quietly, she slipped away from the boats, her wet clothes heavy against her skin. She stayed close to the ground, using the uneven shoreline as cover. The rocks and underbrush scratched at her skin, but she pushed through the pain, driven by a single thought: escape.

Her mind spun with fear and adrenaline. She could hear her own breath, ragged and desperate, as she maneuvered through the natural debris. Thoughts of capture and what awaited her if she failed propelled her forward. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—let herself be a victim.



As she reached a bend in the shoreline, she risked a look back. The search party was focused on the water near the cabin, their backs to her. Relief surged through her, but she knew it was temporary. She needed to reach the public beach, to disappear among the tourists and find safety in numbers.

Her legs felt like lead, and her lungs screamed for air, but Beth kept moving. She imagined the beach ahead, the sound of laughter and waves, a stark contrast to the dark water and darker intentions she’d just escaped. The thought of blending into a crowd, of becoming just another face, gave her a burst of energy.



She emerged onto a sandy road that led away from the cabin, her feet slipping in the loose sand. The sounds of the search faded behind her, replaced by the distant hum of people. She was close now, so close to freedom. She could almost taste it, mingled with the salt in the air.

Suddenly, a pickup truck appeared, rumbling down the sandy road. Beth ducked behind a clump of bushes, her heart in her throat. Was it them? Had they moved the search to the road? She held her breath, waiting, watching. The truck passed without slowing, the men inside focused on the road ahead.



When it was safe, Beth sprinted. The sand made her strides uneven, but fear lent her speed. She ran as she’d never run before, the promise of safety spurring her on. The signs for the public beach were a beacon, guiding her to sanctuary.

The last stretch was a blur, her vision tunnelled, the sounds muffled by her focus. She burst onto the crowded beach, her body finally allowing itself to feel the exhaustion, her breaths deep and ragged. But she was among people now, her appearance just another face in the crowd. She collapsed onto the sand, her body blending in with sunbathers, her breaths slowly calming as she let the anonymity of the crowd shield her from her pursuers.



For a moment, beth just lay there, the warmth of the sand grounding her, reminding her that she was safe. It felt like an hour of walking before she hit the familiar sight of the shopping centre and public beaches. She was exhausted and happy she was back safely.

Beth lay motionless, letting the noise of the beach wash over her. The stress of her recent ordeal began to dissolve, mingled with relief at the sight of the bustling shopping centre and the familiar laughter of beachgoers around her oblivious to what she had just experienced. By the time she pushed herself up to rejoin her friends, her face was a mask of composure, her body had recovered its strength.

The rest of the girls were busy packing up their beach bags, chattering excitedly about the night ahead. Their spirits were high, buoyed by the plans they had made for an evening out. Holly was animatedly describing a new club they planned to check out, while Maddi and Amy were laughing over some silly photo they had taken.



Beth approached quietly, her movements slightly hesitant. She managed a small smile as she drew near, not wanting to dampen their high spirits with her recent scare.
“Hey, there you are! Thought you got lost or something,” Maddi joked, looking up as Beth joined them.



“Kind of did,” Beth replied lightly. She brushed off sand from her arms, . “Just went for a bit of a swim.”
Maddi’s smile faded slightly as she noticed the slight tremor in Beth’s voice . “You okay, Beth? You look a bit off.”




Beth hesitated. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, you know? Long swim.”



The group nodded, but Maddi’s eyes lingered on Beth with concern. She decided to press the issue later, when they were alone.

[TheAuthor]

The hotel room buzzed with the casual energy of friends preparing for the night. The girls had just returned from the beach, their skin still carrying the layers of lotion they had applied during the day.





However, amidst the lighthearted banter, Maddi noticed Beth seemed distant, her laughter a little too forced, her smiles quick to fade. Seizing a quiet moment while Holly went through her shower bag and walked into the bathroom, Maddi gently approached Beth.

“Beth, can we talk about what happened today? You seem... off,” Maddi said, her tone concerned.




Beth hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, it was weird. I swam out to that island and got a bit lost. The photographer from lunch, I found him with his boat. Said he'd help me get back,” she explained.
Maddi leaned in, her expression serious. “Just like that?”




Beth shifted uncomfortably. “Well, he wanted something in return. He said he’d give me a ride back if I modeled for him.” She hesitated. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Maddi’s stomach twisted as her mind flicked back to her own experience—how quickly situations like this could spiral. “Beth…” she started, but Beth cut her off.




“It’s fine. I handled it,” she said, taking a breath. “When I had the chance, I took the SD card.”

Maddi’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait—you’re upset because he took photos of you, but you took the SD card?” She let out a small, laugh. “Beth, that means he’s got nothing. No leverage, no proof. Just a bunch of wasted shots in his head.”

Beth blinked, the realization hitting her in a different way. “I guess... I just kept thinking about how uncomfortable it was, how stuck I felt in that moment, how easily he manipulated me to say yes”




“Yeah, that sucks,” Maddi admitted. “But you got out, and you’re in control now. You walked away with some bad memories, but that’s all they are—memories. They’ll fade.”

Beth sat back, the tension in her shoulders easing a little. “I didn’t think about it like that.”




Maddi sighed, rubbing her temple and laid back on the bed. “I wish mine was that easy. The guy who took pictures of me still has them. And I don’t know what he’s gonna do with them. He could post them, send them to people, track me down—he knows where I work Beth.”

Beth’s stomach dropped. For the first time, she saw the weight Maddi had been carrying, and it made her own worries seem small in comparison. “Maddi, I had no idea... You said he has not been in contact with you, Is that true?”




“Don’t,” Maddi said quickly. “It’s still a messed-up situation. He has tried to contact me through the agency, but I have not answered back. I’m still thinking of a way I can get my control back.”

Beth looked down at her hands, then at her bag. “I have the SD card here. After tonight, why don’t we go through it? Maybe the pictures aren’t as bad as I think. And if you want… we can go through yours too. See what he has on you, maybe we can figure something out.”




Maddi studied her for a second, then nodded. “Yeah. Maybe sharing this mess will help us both get past it.”

Beth exhaled, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “You know, you’re right. At the end of the day, even if those pictures got out, they don’t change who we are. And with your problem, what can happen if you don’t respond? He’ll turn up at our Flat? Yea right. He is trying to get leverage just like that pervert Photographer, I made the mistake of thinking I had no choice, don’t make the same mistake as me, you always have a choice”




Maddi grinned. “Exactly. You are right I do have a choice, and I choose to go out and have a bloody good time with my friends.”

Beth laughed, a genuine, lighthearted laugh for the first time since that afternoon. “Yeah. Screw them.”





Maddi nudged her playfully. “That’s the spirit. Now, let’s get showered, and make tonight about something other than dumb men with cameras.”

Beth smiled, feeling lighter than she had all day. “Sounds like a plan.”





Amy burst into the room, her excitement palpable. “You guys won’t believe how different my side of the hotel is! It’s like night and day. No wonder the boys just think I'm one of the gang, our room is like a hen coop, with a toilet, and no space to let a girl shine.”



Maddi and Beth exchanged a knowing look, their spirits lifted by Amy’s energy. Maddi replied, “Well, let’s make sure they notice tonight. You’re going to knock their socks off.”




Amy grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, they won’t know what hit them. Watch out, boys!”



One by one, they showered.


















Beth let the hot water wash over her, trying to scrub off the rough parts of her day. The steam and the warmth felt good, calming. It was nice to just stand there and let everything else melt away for a bit.



Holly’s voice suddenly cut through the haze of steam. “Hey Beth, just so you know, I picked out something kinda skimpy for you to wear tonight. You might wanna do a serious shave if you're gonna wear it.” Her laugh bounced around the bathroom.




Beth paused. The thought of showing a bit more skin was kinda thrilling. It felt like taking some control back after feeling so messed up about the creepy photographer. Why not? A little harmless flirting sounded fun and definitely a mood-lifter.



She grabbed the razor and started shaving. It felt kinda like she was peeling away the day’s bad vibes. Each swipe left her skin smoother and made her feel a bit lighter. She thought about the guys at the hotel. Flirting with them would be nothing compared to the sleazy photographer.

The idea of a little harmless fun tonight sparked a bit of excitement in her. She'd been on edge all day, and now she felt like she could maybe let go a bit. Maybe she’d even find a nice guy who’d appreciate how smooth and soft she’d made her skin. Just the thought made her blush.




She finished up, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, Holly clapped her hands, "Okay, so about this game," Holly gathered the girls in the living area of their suite. Beth was fresh from her Shower, Maddi was ready, and Amy was still unpacking her bag after her shower. Ok, before we get too engrossed in getting ready.

TO BE CONTINUED

[nacoxox]

nice work

[libormortis]

Don't let us hanging man....

[BigVince]

Agree - I'm having Beth separation issues. She's all showered, shaven and Holly has a rocking outfit waiting for her to try on..........

[TheAuthor]

Sorry Guys, I have got a new job, and pulling 60 hours a week. and im saving for a new 5090. so things will be faster!

I'm talking a little break while i settle in then i can start up against, work is a bit hectic right now, but Easter is soon, so will have time over the holiday period.!!

[libormortis]

thanks for letting us know, you had us worried

[Badmonkey]

I like skinny chicks, but get these girls a cheeseburger!!!