Vanessa Discovers The Truth

"Did... did you catch the murderer?" the naked girl groaned as she came to her senses again, "Was it the blue-haired girl?"

"You still believe that bullshit story, do you?"

"What?"

"You're an up and coming porn star now, honey! Your naked jugs will be all over the net and horny young men will beat their pricks watching you get fucked senseless!"

"But, but, the police car! Your uniform! Mara! The ****?!"

"All made up just so we can film us fucking an innocent little tramp like yourself. Sorry V. You need to be less trusting. You're too naive for your own good!"

Vanessa's face was red like a tomato, her eyes big like saucers, her mouth gaping open.

"Wanna see it? The video, I mean? You're a hot little number, girl. Made the actresses cream their panties!"

"You... you can't do this! I'll... I'll sue you?!"

Jim laughed heartily, "Yeah, try that. Will be fun to watch you squirm in your seat when the jury examines our hot sex tape. I'm sure they'll appreciate your performance, your begging and groaning. You seemed to enjoy the attention quite a lot!"

Her face changed to a different, even darker shade of red.

"Uh... I... I wanna go home!" she squeaked, one hand over her sex and the other arm inadequately covering her large breasts.

"Sure, Mara will get your clothes," chimed the blue-haired girl, "There's a bathroom next door, go clean yourself. And see you soon! We have a few more movies going where you would fit right in!"

"You wish!" mumbled Vanessa, embarrassed to her bones and **** to get out of this nightmare.

A door opened and a tall, attractive woman stepped inside the room.

"Ah, our new star! Hi, I'm Mara. Good job by the way. Here's your stuff and your phone. I took the liberty to send you a link to the raw recording. Your compensation is on the way as well. Hope to see you soon again! Jim will drive you home when you're ready. Bye!'

Vanessa wanted to complain, wanted to yell at the woman for how badly they had tricked her. But instead, she grabbed her belongings and went to the bathroom.

The face in the mirror looked terrified but oddly sexy. She still couldn't believe how they had managed to trick her so easily. Was she really that naive? She had to admit though, it did feel quite spectacular getting pleasured by that guy. But now she was starring in porn! Thousands of people will watch her getting plowed! The thought alone almost made her faint. What would her friends say, her parents? How could she keep this a secret?

Thoughts racing, she went into the shower and scrubbed away the dirt. A few minutes later, she was sitting in the police car again, Jim and herself not exchanging a single word. As they pulled up into Vanessa's street, Jim turned around and finally said, "Don't take this too seriously, honey. Chances are slim that somebody you know will see the film. You'll get used to it. And again, my compliments. You did a terrific job today!"

"Fuck you, asshole!" Vanessa spat as she got out of the car. Head full of confusing thoughts, she entered her home just to crash into her bed, hoping to forget what had happened. Her eyes lingered on her mobile. One new message.

Yeah, maybe she would watch that video. But not now. First, she needed to relax and get some distance. Her hand traveled down into her panties towards her sore sex and came to rest on her sensitive clit. Her finger started to circle the quickly hardening nub.

"Fuck it!" Vanessa groaned and clicked on the link. With eyes wide open, she once again witnessed how she got corrupted by those awful people, how they played her like a fiddle.

Her fingers were digging deep into her pussy while the video played, her other hand busily groping her tender breast. Soon, she was groaning again.

"Oh god!" she moaned, "They made me into a damn sex freak!"

And then another climax washed any thoughts away.

The confused girl dozed off quickly and slept for ages, haunted by sexy, shocking dreams. Her mind replayed all those awful, exhilarating scenes again and again, reliving the incredible highs her body experienced and the emotional rollercoaster she had gone through, molding her pliable young brain into something new.