Damnation

Daisy was close to tears. 'What have I done to deserve this?' she thought, as she had countless times in the past few weeks, while she pushed the iPad back onto her bedside table with shaky hands.

The headline was still emblazoned on the screen in large, yellow letters, which again gave her a stab in the heart.

“Star Whore! From everybody's darling to cum queen." right above the .gif that had permanently destroyed her life.

A snippet of one of the many interviews the young starlet has conducted over the past few years to save her fading career.

Because in 2015, at the tender age of 23, she suddenly reached the zenith of an acting career. Made a name for herself with her lovely portray of Rey and became a popular star almost overnight. Only to have this franchise shook her promising career just 2 years later .

The fans were anything but happy about the sequel and let their hatred run wild. Suddenly Daisy's name was poison for a promising film, the first production studios withdrew their request and the young woman was faced with far more uncomfortable questions in interviews.

She was met with so much hatred that she threatened to drown in it whenever she looked up her name on the internet again, and began to cling to every little acknowledgment or defense. Why didn't they love her anymore?

Then came this interview. Mediated by her management, she received a request for a live podcast from a small but up-coming fandom site. The correspondence beforehand was extremely curteous, almost cute, in its naive, awkward way and Daisy had been looking forward to being able to conduct an uninhibited and fun interview again.

Her counterpart, Fred, a slightly overweight mid-twenty, was obviously still a big fan of hers and keen to make it as jauntily as possible for his adored one actress.

She really enjoyed the interview and on several occasions Daisy found herself teasing him and responding to Freds questions in a cheerful, relaxed manner. The young man tried hard but obviously wasn't a professional and although this had its own charm at first, it eventually became Miss Ridley's doom.

In the second part of the live broadcast interview, Fred intendet some games to show Daisy from her approachable and human side by sometimes having to react spontaneously to tasks. She had enjoyed it immensely and enjoyed being able to deal with someone naturally for once, while her vigilant manager was monitoring everything from the background and had also reviewed the material in advance.

Part of those games were a series of quirky clips to which Daisy was asked to have a one-word reaction. Some of them were funny bad luck and breakdown material, others were animal babies, or important scenes from films and the young actress just let herself be carried away in a good mood.

The actress was in good spirits, had just been amazed at the artistic skill of two young parkour runners when Fred made the fatal mistake.

Well lit and streamed live on the internet, Daisy was treated to the sight of 3 stiff cocks unloading their heavy white load all over the face and body of none other than herself.

Cumtributes. Cut side by side and obviously from the very private collection of the plump fan who had been talking to her for almost an hour at the moment.

It happened so abruptly and unexpectedly that Daisy was completely overwhelmed. Still happy, amazed and stunned, the young beauty stared open-mouthed at the fat loads of cum, which almost soaked her pictures untill Daisys features could hardly be guessed.

Was that a joke? Was that on purpose? Did she really see that? Thousands of questions assailed the Brit in the few moments that stretched to an eternity, while she still stared breathlessly at her pictures, which began to ripple under the thick layer of cum. Branded as a jerk template.

"Wow..." exclaimed the stunned starlet. Before all hell broke lose in the background and her manager went mad, shouted “Cut! Cut! CUT!" through the room and courageously ended the live transmission shortly afterwards by simply disconnecting the router from the power supply.

Freddy tearfully assured both of them that it was an accident. In no way intended by him and he deeply regretted it. But even as Daisy was being escorted outside by her manager, who was still emitting threats and rants, they all knew. The damage was done and would be irreversible.

The tabloids fell on the case like vultures on a fresh piece of carrion, and in the weeks to come one thing became clear. Daisy's career, as before, was finally over.

The pretty brunette sat trembling on her bed. Still staring at the iPad, she wondered why in god's name she was so stupid back then? Why couldn't she have reacted quickly enough? A simple “Ewww. Grossss!" would of course not have glossed over the situation, but would not have let it slide into this total catastrophe. People would have sided with her. She would have been portrayed as the victim that she was and not as a cum hungry slut who couldn't even contain her lust during a live broadcast.

Her gaze was still focused on the constantly repeating .gif on the display. On her wide open eyes. The overwhelming fascination reflected in Daisy's features. Her mouth wide in amazement...

'Why can't I see myself as a victim in this?' the young Brit wondered while she reached for the tablet again with shaky hands and a queasy feeling spread in her stomach.

'I didn't want that! I was the victim! Why did I react like this? Are… are they right in the end?’ Her dark eyes slowly scanned the screen. Away from her stunned face, to what overwhelmed her then. To the 3 big cocks that spilled endless loads of cum all over her again and again.

'Do I want that?' Cum soaked her face, floating her eyes.

'Is that... that's what I am?' Her breath hitched and unnoticed, almost embarrassed, the millionaire starlet, wet dream of millions, chewed on her bottom lip.

'Just... a... cumdump?' A tremor ran through her body and Daisy couldn't tell if it was born from disgust or something else.

‘Do I want that? Do I want to know?' Her slender fingers tentatively slid up to the display. She'd searched the internet for her name countless times, but never like this before. Her fingers had never entered "Daisy Ridley Cumtribute", but something inside her now demanded it. The need to know if it's true. To open that forbidden book inside her.

‘To fathom who I am… But do I want that? Can I take it?' Her fingers hovered shakily above the Enter key. Her sanity cried out to erase everything. To throw the IPad in the corner and banish this thought.

And yet she couldn't. Caught up in a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions while her finger still lingers briefly near the display. Doom just a fleeting touch away.