She can't help but get turned on

“Ooooohgooooooo…” Nancy’s mind was awhirl with the revelation. What a fucking traitor! What a piece of shit! Broadcasting her humiliation, the biggest sexual debasement she had ever experienced to the world… her fucked-silly mind could hardly comprehend what Fletcher was telling her as sparks and bolts of pleasure kept her from focusing.

“That’s right, bitch! 4357 people are currently watching a close-up of how this scumbag’s tattooed cock is stretching that slutty Latina twat of yours nice and wide. And they’re fucking loving it!”

She let out a whining moan as Fletcher’s cold voice cut through the fog in her mind. She felt dizzy, unable to quite grasp what he was telling her. More than 4000 people… seeing her… viewing her as a complete fuckdoll… watching her get destroyed…

Her staggering train of thought was disrupted even more when Kateshi moved. Grabbing Nancy’s heels, he firmly pushed them down on either side of her, providing a stern test of the detective’s flexibility as she was now well and truly folded in half with her toes being **** into the soft mattress. Pinned down and with her legs spread she was now completely at his mercy and Kateshi moved to an even more dominant position when he jumped onto the bed to fuck her from a powerful, squatting position.

“Fuuu-huuuck!” Nancy cried out. Never in her life had she felt this helpless… this impaled! She was getting utterly dominated and watched by an army of perverts. They could see it all! Somewhere, deep inside her mind she could hear a panicking voice. The respectable Detective McKenna, the cop and former soldier, the boss bitch and feminist in her hated this, was petrified what was going on and wanted to put a stop to this.

But while she was used to let that side of hers be in charge, right now, another primal part of hers was in charge. And that part loved getting dominated!

“Yyyyeah!” Nancy heard her own voice, dark with feral pleasure, moan into the room, declaring to Fletcher and his perverts, to Kateshi and to herself that she loved this. A wild grin spread across her smeared features, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, you bastard!”

She received a short, but hard slap across the face for her outcry, but the chuckle she heard from Kateshi showed her that he appreciated this. Holding her pinned down by her heels, he drove his cock into her pussy, pounding her deeper than she had ever been. She could feel the thick head of his prick smash against her cervix, hard enough to hurt and she loved it.

“Fuck yeah, Nancy!” Fletcher’s voice was in her ear, “Your fans are loving this! Give those horny perverts a show! Spread your ass for them! Show them everything like a good slut!”

Her ears burned at his words, but the protesting voice inside her head was faint and far away. Instead, lust and need was in charge, fueled by the fat cock that really was showing her her place. She squirmed beneath him, face hot with arousal and embarrassment as she reached down with both hands. Biting her bottom lip, her brow furrowed as her fingers dug deep into the yielding, smooth flesh of her buttocks, pulling them apart for everyone to see.

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“What a good, little bitch!” Fletcher muttered as he drank in the sight, filling the frame of the livestream completely with a close-up of Nancy McKenna’s tightly puckered asshole, her smooth perineum gleaming with her own, leaking juices.

He could still scarcely believe how this day had turned out. It had been a fantastic day alone when Nancy had asked him to help her on a mission that required her to dress up in a skimpy, white bikini. Watching the gorgeous Detective then get groped and fondled by this lowlife had already made the day legendary, the expression of pure embarrassment on her face sweeter than anything he had hoped for. The cocky little slut was finally getting the comeuppance she so thoroughly deserved.

The turn of events since then had been incredible. Nancy was absolutely capable of standing up for herself, to defend herself – Fletcher had been eye-witness to that on more than one occasion – so seeing her get absolutely overwhelmed and manhandled by a rather common thug was more than unexpected. Yet, Kateshi had certainly done that and Fletcher had enjoyed the show in incredulousness as Nancy was fucked within an inch of her life, treated like a complete whore and absolutely helpless to do a thing about it, mouth and cunt of the beautiful Latina turned into the fuckholes that Fletcher had always considered them.

And just as he had always known, the self-important little slut had crumbled quickly. As soon as a man took charge of her, even a pathetic excuse as Kateshi, Mrs. McKenna succumbed to her most basic instincts. Moaning and crying like a whore, the detective let this lowlife use her, spread her legs for him, happy to get fucked. More than that, she followed his command, showing herself off for him, knowing that thousands were watching. Spreading the peachy crack of her caramel-colored bubble-butt, she presented the dark iris of her petite asshole for all the anonymous pervs to beat off over.

“Now that’s a CUM TARGET!”

“Beautiful, lickable asshole, yum!”

“Love to bury my dick balls deep up her tight little anal fuck hole!!!!”

“What a well-used little arse!”

The big hacker smirked at the internet’s chatter, the chat becoming rather active now with messages flying by, almost too fast to read. The audience had swollen past 6000 now, 6000 men seeing Nancy for who she really was. There were still ways to make this even more humiliating.

“C’mon, Nancy!” he growled into the mic, “Talk dirty to us! Tell us who you are, you dumb slut!”