You had been streaming for about 6 or so years now. It started with a bored side project, figuring out something to do when you got home from work. And it only really started with a couple of people, didn’t it? You did some niche stuff, but it was good, at least for someone who had never done it before. And over time you only ever got better. Still, you streamed something for a small subset of people with a similar interest. There was no expectation for it ever growing big.
…except it did. Almost overnight in fact. What started as a passion project where you recognized almost everyone in the chat turned quickly into anonymous donations for seemingly no reason. It worked out to be good money, but it was still shocking to you where all these strangers came from. At least until you thought about it.
Why did chat seem to not really engage with the content itself now? Why were people paying you randomly? And why did the audience blow up? I think the first dick pic you received told you exactly what you had feared. And if not that, then by the 50th you knew. None of these new people came because they were particularly interested in. They came because they wanted to do horrible things to you until your perfect body was a shaking, broken mess. You accidentally letting it slip that you were single certainly didn’t help. Now each and every one of these creeps thought they had a chance with you for some unknown reason.
Still, you were safe. You never gave out your address, you had registered under a fake name. Hell you even set up a fake P.O box when people wanted to send you gifts 5 or so towns over. No one could pinpoint you within a 500 mile radius. But you really didn’t want to stop there, did you? You resented these creeps for entering a safe space and making it gross. You were pissed at the lack of support from nearly everyone involved. You were making good money after all. But getting told you just had to accept it always stung.
Thats when you decided to look for me, wasnt it pet? Or at least someone like me. Someone trustworthy. Someone who you actually liked well enough. And someone attractive enough for camera work.
Also someone who could keep a secret.
You told me everything. The stream, the harassment. We sat down on the couch as you snuggled into me and made fun of each and every one of the pictures as they came in. You told me you had an idea to make them stop.
And when It had been a month and I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone? Thats when it got finalized. You had seen plenty of examples of something similar working. Where someone famous told people they had a boyfriend and lost followers immediately. But you didn’t want to stop there. You wanted them to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that even if you decided to spend a night with them they wouldn’t even be able to perform well enough for any of their fantasies to come true.
In other words. You wanted to show them how unfit they all were for the job.
The livestream started like any other. And it was through the livestream, not some other platform. You were adamantly set on not making a pornbub or only fans, despite me telling you over and over again you’d get banned. You had figured not enough of the people you loathed so badly would see it there (even as I told you that was extremely naive). But you still had a plan.
And so thats how everyone tuned in heard a loud bang while you were “using the bathroom”. They heard your shocked questions, they heard a slap. And the heads you start to beg.
Then they heard tearing.
By the time I dragged you into the bedroom, you were completely naked. Everything any of them had ever wanted to see. What none of them wanted to see was a naked man with you, cock throbbing as it hit you in the face. Sure, they’d probably play with themselves, but each and every one of them would learn that they couldn’t dream of properly sleeping with you. At least not with how broken I was about to leave you.
You put on a good show too. You knew just how to fight. Of course, it was purely for the camera. You’d never really do anything like this normally. At least thats what you had told me. Still, every time I whipped you with my belt you leaked just a little bit more. Every time my fingers penetrated your little kitty you gripped down tighter. And soon those screams you had practiced accidentally turned into whimpers.
You looked so perfect underneath me. My hand on your throat, you looking deep into my eyes as you tried to choke out a scream. But all that came out was a moan. You hadn’t even noticed I had forgotten a condom, you were just lost in it. I even took my hand off of your neck so you could keep fighting, but you just crossed your legs around my back and pulled me in tighter.
It seemed like I was the only one playing the role at this point, huh kitten? I was telling you how good it felt to violate you. How the cops would never believe you if they saw you this wet. And especially how if you didn’t get your act together you were going to milk every drop of my cum inside you. But that just made you cry out even more, didn’t it? You knew I was going to cum inside you. You knew that you were probably going to have my baby. But all that really mattered was us coupling. Well that and teaching the creeps who had been harassing you what they couldn’t even dream of being able to do.
We came together, me humping you doggy while you faced the camera. My hands groping your perfect tits as you wailed for me. I took my one hand away and brought it to your clit. Making sure you came hard enough for it to hurt. Until you started crying each time I forced my dick inside you. And then I exploded, moaning into your ear as you felt my balls contract against you.
And just like that it was over. No one had stopped us. They didn’t flag your content because you were being forced. I had violated you in front of thousands of people and then dragged you away, taking you home with me.
Still, after that you closed down the account. “Because you couldn’t handle facing the people who had seen that” you had said. Still, surely someone noticed that a similar woman started an onlyfans not long after. That she had the same perfect body, even if she refused to show her face. And that a lot of her content was filmed in an unfinished basement, on a dirty mattress. They might even recognize how you cry when I make you cum, if any of them were smart enough to put 2 and 2 together.
But those are stories for another time, aren’t they pet?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vhr6i0/helping_you_with_the_livestream_cncpublic_ish