JDM

_Day three, _Julie thought as she stared at the ceiling. It was a nice room, overlooking a large vineyard. Lots of people, all naked women, worked in that vineyard. Julie was unsure of her location, but felt it might've been California or the Caribbean.

On Sunday evening, Julie fucked Luna in the ass with a really neat dildo, and filmed it all for her father, your, enjoyment. But something happened before the upload, and Julie found herself waking up, handcuffed in Luna's squad car.

"What?" she said, "Did my dad want this?" Luna answered with silence. A three hour drive with Julie locked in the backseat. Thrashing and yelling didn't work. Julie was naked the entire trip, although Luna had put on her police uniform.

The drive was to some private airfield in the middle of nowhere. A large man grabbed the naked and terrified Julie, whose kicking and screaming echoed through the air to alarm no one. She was brought next to the lone jet in this airfield, and a trio of women surrounding a young man who looked barely older than Julie.

Julie was hysterical now, knowing that you had nothing to do with this, and Luna had gone rogue, and you probably needed to fuck her, and other distressing thoughts.

"Relax, Miss Doe, I have three-hour syndrome," said the bespectacled twentysomething. Julie visibly calmed down. "This is all just to fuck me?" she said, confused.

"You can start by sucking my dick." Luna removed the handcuffs and Julie gave this stranger the best blowjob she could. He was not impressed.

The plane had flown the group of nine to this weird place. Julie wasn't allowed to look out the window, which she happily agreed to, because that would help the stranger sexually. Somehow.

Still, it was odd that this three-hourer had wanted to fuck her and take her to his home to fuck. She figured her fame from her connection to you had backfired somehow, and others would want to fuck her. She wanted to give you a heads up, but she was forbidden to contact you. Oh well.

She sat eagerly with the other naked, pregnant teens he had brought along. They were silent the whole trip. The young man took Luna into the back and loudly fucked her. At least, it was loud on her end. He barely spoke a word.

When they arrived at the estate, they were quickly ushered in the mansion. The monogram "JDM," adorned the entrance and the fences. Julie was given a simple room and orders to remain and wait for food. She had trouble eating that night and the next, and this "JDM" never came to see her.

JDM was busy Monday and Tuesday following your antics on Discovery Health, WOAK, and many interested Internet sites. The police had done their job, and you were well-insulated from outside influence, but still doing way too much influence on the outside.

"Crimes?" he asked to his bulky assistant, Hap. "He's speeding alot through residential areas. Drunk driving. Arguable financial malfeasance with the Zbigniews and that prostitution scheme."

"That's not enough. No murders yet? Even manslaughter?"

"None appearing."

JDM furrowed his brow. A quick nod brought one of his three young assistants to crawl under his standing desk, where she began sucking.

"He's a potential threat to the Organization," he spoke out loud to no one in particular. "We have a hostage, and that might control him, but only for a short time. He's too old. Too smart."

JDM angrily came down the throat of the poor girl on her knees, and they both left the scene in opposite directions. His cock was freed from the snap-button pouch that usually protected his junk from mosquitoes.

"Put me on the phone with him. It's time to make the deal," JDM stared down at his assistant, sitting down at cock level.