Begging for Mercy ((PM me))

[AnnieD]

**Nonconsent warning***

Spoiler alert; this thread (very heavily inspired by this Literotica story) will involve some non-consent and some really rough sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!

Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.

Right now, I'm looking for one dominant male character, so if that's your jam (not to mention that you'd like to write in a noncon story), please send me a PM! I'll edit this out once I do find someone.

CLOSED: This thread is for Bevatoria and I!
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Some bit of background:​

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Candy Miles was known to many as the absolute hottest reporter on television. She seemingly came out of nowhere; a young, luscious nineteen year old reporting all sorts of things for the new, hip channel Peeves News - an up and coming news station that prided itself of providing provocative news segments both on television and on the internet. It's worth mentioning that Candy's career had skyrocketed over the past year or so, given her natural gift when it came out to sniffing out some significant leads and her ability to provide great interviews with some of society's least desirable people; from infamous celebrities, disgraced politicians, and celebrated lawbreakers. That she was only nineteen years of age was only part of her aura – she was also a young college student with an incredible razor-sharp intellect, and an amazing talent to rise to the top. Of course, that's not the only reason why she rose to the top...

Candy was also a complete and arrogant bitch.

While the public loved her, they didn't know what happened behind the scenes; how Candy bent and twisted the rules to get where she was now. They didn't know of the people she had screwed over, or lied to, or blackmailed. Candy had fucked over so many people that if she ever made a mistake, she knew there was no one out there to save her. It didn't bother her though; she knew that she was the best on television and that there was nothing out there that could bring her down.

Of course, she didn't count on this fateful day.

...

I was nervous - I didn't show it, but I sure was. I covered some pretty intense stuff over the past year that I've been here at Peeves News; I covered a heroin addict superstar (and outed him to the world), I covered a ex-KGB agent living in America, I even covered two politicians and got them to admit to the world that they were in the pockets of big corporations. Even though I was only nineteen years old, I knew my stuff. But...this was the first time that I was going to interview someone who we knew was a notorious fucking pervert. I was talking about the crude Gerry Allen - a lewd, disgusting 46 year old who preyed on young freshman year college girls - just like me. A pervert who lived right next to San Francisco State University, with the sole intent of fucking women through any means necessary. There were even accusations that he was a serial rapists. Normally, we wouldn't have covered a pervert like him, but with the controversy surrounding the book he plans on publishing, the station took an interest in getting his side of the story.

And we were doing it live.

"So, what do you think of Gerry Allen?" Jimmy, the scrawny eighteen year old cameraman said as he pointed the device towards me. Steve, our driver, sighed as he drove us towards Gerry's home, not enjoying the thought of having to go through this and worried that Jimmy would point the camera towards him (he hated being on camera).

"You know what I think." I said, my tone of voice giving out just a hint of my signature attitude. "I think he's the fucking scum of the earth and we're going to show it."

Yeah, I faked a bit of that whole snarky tone thing for the camera, but fuck it, my fans loved it. Hell, my boss loved it; although, he was a little concerned about me going there to meet with Gerry. Originally, the plan was to get a male reporter to conduct the interview, but after some allegations popped up that he was peddling drugs around the office (which I may or may not have helped get uncovered), there was no one available around the area to do it except me. I wanted to though; I thought that a woman being the one to cause Gerry to have a breakdown would get us even more views.

Even so, our boss was terrified for several reasons; one, he was concerned because this was the first time that our live segments were going to be on mainstream sites ...so he had put a five-second delay on the feed, just in case that Gerry would do something disgusting and outrageous all of a sudden, like whip out his dick and start masturbating in front of us. The second reason why my boss was terrified from the get-go (and believe me, he was insisting this to me) that this interview was too dangerous for the hot little number Candy Miles.

On one hand, I got it. I was almost a sex-symbol with my body and honestly, that probably got me half my fan-base. I was a tall (5'7") young woman, dirty blonde hair with a slender, fit body - including my round fit teen butt, which had just the right amount of jiggle. But what people noticed the most were my jaw-dropping, mouth-watering measurements of 34DDD-25-34. That's right, I had natural 34DDD cup breasts that seemed even bigger, what with my thin frame.

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"Pictured: Me using my big ol' titties and trying to get a deal with Coke. No dice."​

Yes, yes I know for such a thin girl, I had an unbelievable rack; massive DDD-cup breasts that seemed to mesmerize half of America (at least, from the spike in viewership whenever I was on the air). I'd be lying to you if I said that I didn't use the fact that I was this busty to my full advantage. I mean, this sexy reporter - being as bright, inquisitive, bold and courageous as I was – had also become a favorite target for the paparazzi these past few months. But I didn't mind. In fact, I tried to dress my sexiest whenever I went out now, feeling a rush of delight whenever I saw pictures of myself on the tabloids. Whether they caught me in a yoga outfit (with how my pants seem to accumulate between my round cheeks), in a cocktail dress (with abundant cleavage), or throwing out the garbage (tiny shorts and a tank top), it always meant that someone – somewhere – was thinking about Candy Miles, and I loved it!

As for today, I was wearing one of my favorite get-ups ever; it wasn't some form fitting cocktail dress, or anything fancy...it was my "girl next door look", a tight white tanktop, pair of jeans and three inch heels. There was quite a bit of midriff showing; showing much of my slightly tanned creamy skin, my belly button and just the slight hint of my black cotton panties. I had some cleavage going on for my viewers - just a bit, mind you; I enjoyed teasing my fans but I didn't go overboard with it.

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"Pictured: My outfit. One of these days Calvin Klein is going to sponsor me. You'll see!"​

Suddenly, the van stopped.

"We're here."

I pulled my hair back, forming it into a pony-tail right as Steve pulled in front of Gerry's home. I then put on my white glasses, totally pulling off just a bit of that "sexy librarian look" (although the purpose was to look as professional as possible; the glasses weren't even real). I pulled out my small notebook and pen as Jimmy opened the door. Steve stayed behind as Jimmy and I walked to the door. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door and waited for this infamous pervert to open the door so we could get this over with.

"Mr. Allen?" I asked, right when I heard someone open the door.

 

[Bevatoria]

Gerry Allen was known to many as the absolute most despicable man on the bar scene. He didn't exactly come out of nowhere; while he was a fairly attractive forty six year old man at six foot two and one hundred seventy five muscled pounds, with many his reputation preceded him. His career as an athlete had been short lived, and so he got by on the jobs that all self described alpha males did - sales, management, and marketing. Eventually, however, he made his fortune and then decided to focus on what he really wanted to do...seduce the youngest, hottest chicks he could and make them do incredibly degrading things for him, or do said things to them.

He was, by and large, arrogant, self serving, and a man that most people didn't want to be around - male or female.

The public didn't exactly like him, but they couldn't get enough of him. Whether it was women thinking they could resist his charms (or his money), or the guys who secretly read his blog and fantasized about doing what he did, Gerry had figured out the two things that sell: confidence and sex. And those were two things he had (or did) in spades. It didn't bother him what many thought of him, because he still got headlines, publicity, and reporters.

One of who was at his front door, unaware of the fate awaiting her....

He didn't need anyone to save him. Gerry Allen made his own fate.

I'd stopped being nervous for these kinds of things a long time ago, even if the public had long stopped being any kind of sympathetic for me, at least publicly. But I'd done my research on Peeves News, and despite myself I had to say I was fairly impressed. They covered some fairly hard hitting stuff for news outlets, and they were brash enough to do it with some of the youngest talent out there. The youngest of which was heading up to my door right now. It was more then I could have ever hoped for, and I intended to take full advantage of the naivete of the network and their employees for coming to interview me, as if I had a 'side' of this story to tell.

The *only* side was mine.

I had dressed deliberately for the interview; they'd said casualish so I'd went with a tight black shirt (one that was maybe a little meshy to show what few muscles I'd managed to keep since my college days) and dark green shorts which stopped above my knee. I hadn't shaved since yesterday and so some stubble was showing on my face- the same shade as my hair.

When they'd told me that the famous 'Candy Miles' was coming to do my interview, I was ecstatic. The mere opportunity to manipulate whatever schlooze they sent my way was enough to get me to take this seriously, but for them to send a nineteen year old reporter into my home to interview me was...brazen, to say the least. They knew who I was, and what I'd been rumored to have done. And I thought Candy was probably the hottest number on television.

I wasn't one of the schmucks who gazed at her through the screen with star struck eyes, though. I was better then those guys (the same ones who would probably be lining up to buy my book). I didn't just gape and sigh at what I couldn't have; I took whatever I wanted.

I looked at my smile again in the mirror; I needed to practice my whole 'sincerity' bit if I was going to fool them. She might be young, but fuck it, I wasn't taking any chances with Candy. Even if she was known more as a sex symbol then a reporter. I mean, what kind of slut posted pictures of a coke bottle between her tits, looking like she wanted to blow the bottle head? The thought made me more than a little eager to get this 'interview' started.

There was a couple of knocks on the door, and I gave another quick glance into my bathroom mirror, smirking at my reflection as I went to the door. After a beat, I opened it slowly, a smile quickly breaking out as I saw that my little reporter had arrived...and apparently had dressed to impress, or at least distract

"Mr. Allen?"

The fact she didn't address me by my first name told me volumes, and I took it in stride, as if I'd expected it. "Ah, you must be the Candy I've heard so much about..." My eyes ran over her freely, greedily taking in her cleavage and the generous amount of soft caucasian skin she was showing off in her 'outfit'. The glasses were a nice touch, and even as I stepped aside to let her and her camera guy in, I caught the fact that her panties were showing.

Yes. This would do nicely. I extended my hand to shake hers.

"You can set up in the living room..." I motioned to her camera man, but giving him no more attention the necessary as I turned to Candy. "I didn't know if you had a certain setup in mind for the interview, but we could both be in chairs, or one of us on a couch, the other on a chair...if you really wanted to hear my side of the story, we could try it where we're both on the couch, though. It'd be a little more intimate..." I teased, but shrugged immediately.

"You're the expert, though."

 

[AnnieD]

...

"Ah, you must be the Candy I've heard so much about..." ​

I nearly gulped in anxiety, watching his eyes and how they were scanning every inch of my young body. This guy was definitely Gerry Allen though; the stories of those abused women all started this way, meeting him and him, without any tact, looking over their bodies. I guess that I was anxious also because I knew his preference in women; young, supple, busty women. Judging from the reports of these women, I was probably the bustiest that he's ever seen; hence why I wanted (even if for just a moment) to cover my chest up when his gaze went down to my cleavage. Maybe I should have worn a sweater or something - what I was wearing was just a bit more than a sports bra, what with my midriff showing and all.

I went in and could practically feel his eyes glued to my ass. At least, until he finally locked the door and shook my hand. I guess he was at least trying to seem professional.

"You can set up in the living room..." he told Jimmy, who seemed a bit intimidated by him. I could see why; while Gerry looked like he had been through better days, there was still the remnant of a much better physique. By that I mean that Gerry is a big guy; big enough to scare scrawny Jimmy, anyway. His attention came back towards me;

"I didn't know if you had a certain setup in mind for the interview, but we could both be in chairs, or one of us on a couch, the other on a chair...if you really wanted to hear my side of the story, we could try it where we're both on the couch, though. It'd be a little more intimate..."

Ugh, the way that he said intimate was...unsettling.

"You're the expert, though."

"That's right, I am the expert." I said defiantly, making my way into the room. I needed to seem like I was in control - that's what my viewers wanted no? I was Candy, the hot headed reporter and I couldn't be made fun of by this guy. But...the chair didn't seem too professional - they were old, worn out and not suited for television. So, despite my own hesitation, I said:

"Let's just go with the couch and get this interview going."

I sat down on the couch and tried to maintain as much distance between Gerry and I. This was easier said than done, because there wasn't that much space available; the couch was somewhat small and built for maybe three people to sit. Jimmy was having trouble getting us both in the shot, so I needed to scoot on over just a bit. There was still some distance between us, but our knees would touch occasionally.

Jimmy gave the signal. It was go time.

I started by introducing myself, even though he knew who I was. It was more of a formality than anything else.

"Just in case you didn't know, my name is Candy Miles. I'm a reporter of Peeves News and we're here to maybe get your side of the story. Now, I understand that you're a bit of a controversial man these days, as I'm sure that you know about the lawsuit filed against you and the allegations given to various lawyers, by many women around campus. Before we go any further, would you like to say anything right off the bat?"

 

[Bevatoria]

I effortlessly stifled back a chuckle as she said she was the expert with a bit of feisty attitude. Something rare in a woman, especially one so young, and I smiled a bit despite myself. Yeah, the comment was an obvious attempt to inflate her ego, give her the sense that she had control. Even if she'd be the one asking the questions, with the camera crew ready to 'tell my side of the story', the network with all of their fancy equipment and power to manipulate whatever they wanted to millions, I knew I was the one in control.

After all, they were the ones who came to me, right? Closer then they probably wanted to, as well. I'd insisted on the face to face interview, especially when I'd gotten wind that it would be the young, stunningly hot and chesty Candy Miles who would be giving the interview. And to come over in an outfit like that....fuck...it was as if she was inviting me to push things farther.

Not that she would have needed to. I'd started to make plans the moment they'd told me about her, and I effortlessly thought them through again as she made her opening statement to me, and to the world watching.

"Just in case you didn't know, my name is Candy Miles. I'm a reporter of Peeves News and we're here to maybe get your side of the story. Now, I understand that you're a bit of a controversial man these days, as I'm sure that you know about the lawsuit filed against you and the allegations given to various lawyers, by many women around campus. Before we go any further, would you like to say anything right off the bat?"

"Thank you, Candy. I'm thankful that Peeves News has sent you here and look forward to getting a full taste of all of the oral skills you have to offer." I let a beat pass before a small smile lit my face. "Meaning your interviewing ones, of course."

"With regards to these allegations, they are baseless. Jealous women who, after thinking they could resist my charms-" Or my money, or the drugs that were put into their drinks "-cried out for the sympathy of a naive society." I nodded at Candy; or more specifically, the chest that her tiny sports bra like top was barely containing. "The same society who applaud your journalistic skills while you post pictures of a coke bottle between your tits with you looking into the camera, sipping from it as if you're sucking someone off." My grin showed my teeth a bit that time, and I hoped the jab would have the desired effect.

 

[AnnieD]

"Thank you, Candy. I'm thankful that Peeves News has sent you here and look forward to getting a full taste of all of the oral skills you have to offer." he said with a grin, just as I gasped from his double entendre. Did he seriously just do that? On live television? Did this man have any class? "Meaning your interviewing ones, of course."

I rolled my eyes afterwards, trying to keep my persona in check. I didn't want to seem surprised, or caught off guard by anything. I was Candy Miles, after all. People expected results from me, and not to be intimidated by some low class pervert like Gerry Allen. I was the hope for the women he had abused. I needed him to know that I was in control.

"With regards to these allegations, they are baseless. Jealous women who, after thinking they could resist my charms -cried out for the sympathy of a naive society." Gerry then spoke, almost staring directly towards my chest. I swear, he was practically drooling over the sight of both the cleavage and slight sideboob it gave out from my short top, to the point where I shook my head in disbelief. But once again, Gerry caught me off guard, especially as he continued "The same society who applaud your journalistic skills while you post pictures of a coke bottle between your tits with you looking into the camera, sipping from it as if you're sucking someone off."

I was flabbergasted. For a few seconds there, silence filled the air. I pushed myself to talk, just completely surprised that he'd bring that up. I had to remember my signature attitude. I didn't need for this fuck to talk to me like that over the air. "What I post for modeling has nothing to do with my journalistic skills, Mr. Allen. Try to focus on the subject." I spoke, my words calm yet agitated "Now, what about the lawsuit? Aren't you worried in the slightest for that?"

 

[Bevatoria]

My barb, in addition to giving me the familiar thrill that always ran through me whenever I teased my 'marks', also seemed to throw her off her game a bit; I resisted the urge to glance at the camera to see if he'd stopped recording or if they were going to restart. But they kept their word about the recording being live, apparently, or they were conning me into this interview by promising that.

I had a way to figure that out, too, and my answer came in the middle of her sentence, my phone buzzing as she spoke.

"What I post for modeling has nothing to do with my journalistic skills, Mr. Allen. Try to focus on the subject. Now, what about the lawsuit? Aren't you worried in the slightest for that?"

I picked up the phone, one of my 'friends' having sent me a message indicating that, yes, I was indeed on live TV. I put the phone aside - and back out of the camera shot - a weary sigh escaping me as I shook my head, as if the question was unimportant. "Worried? Sure." I looked back at her then. "Society has gone soft, always listening to whoever has the best story, whoever will get the most views while making them look like a sympathetic figure." My intense gaze fell on her as I went off on something resembling a tangent. "I don't worry about that, though, because I know the truth."

"They might claim to despise people like me, who simply take whatever they want from those who are willing to give it, but in their private, most dark moments, they're rooting for me." I grinned facetiously. "That's why they're going to read my book, Candy. It's the same reason your facebook posts showing you wearing so little get more likes, comments, and views then your investigative reporting about the KGB, or some political scandal. Because deep down, they want the dirty stuff as much as I do." I laughed. "You take advantage of it too, Candy, don't deny it...you know that all men are perverts. I'm just the only one unafraid to admit it to the public"

With that, I leaned back. "So I say, let the lawsuit come...I'm surprised it just doesn't have more women in it yet." I teased. "The campus does have a lot of hotties that need to be taught their place..you'd fit in well with them, Candy."

 

[AnnieD]

I had to admit, Gerry didn't seem to scare easy. Even as I spoke of a lawsuit that could very well bankrupt him, he didn't even flinch. In a strange way, I guess that I admired that...but like many politicians, he'd have to have a breaking point. He'd admit on the things he has done. I just needed to know what buttons to press; he was smart, but he couldn't be too bright. Hell, I don't think he even went to college.

"They might claim to despise people like me, who simply take whatever they want from those who are willing to give it, but in their private, most dark moments, they're rooting for me." he said, interrupting me from my thoughts. I snapped back to reality to hear him talk about how women apparently craved the things that he did...

How insulting.

"That's why they're going to read my book, Candy. It's the same reason your facebook posts showing you wearing so little get more likes, comments, and views then your investigative reporting about the KGB, or some political scandal. Because deep down, they want the dirty stuff as much as I do."

"- Now I don't know about that. I'll have you know that my photos get - " I tried to interrupt, though Gerry wasn't having any of it. He wanted to continue with his odd words, choosing to objectify not just me, but all women that he knew. I hated it, but at least he moved the subject along. I didn't even know what I could say; the numbers were clear - I had many more likes on photos like the one with the coke bottle, than I did on my news pieces.

"You take advantage of it too, Candy, don't deny it...you know that all men are perverts. I'm just the only one unafraid to admit it to the public"

"Not all men are perverts. Just you." I said, although once again, Gerry didn't seem too preoccupied with my words. Instead, he leaned back as if we weren't even talking.

"So I say, let the lawsuit come...I'm surprised it just doesn't have more women in it yet. The campus does have a lot of hotties that need to be taught their place..you'd fit in well with them, Candy."

"Okay, that's enough." I said, taking off my fake glasses - I loved doing this, for the sheer dramatic factor. "The lawsuit clearly goes over how they felt abused by you and that you drugged a few of them. Were those lies, Mr. Allen? Or did you happen to slip something into the drinks of many unsuspecting women?"

What could he possibly say to that? I think that I had him now.

 

[Bevatoria]

Well, at least I'd gotten her to take the glasses off. The sexy librarian look was good on her, but the idea that I was rattling her so-called 'composure' was a pretty huge turn on. Not anything I had to hide from the cameras, as I guessed they were alternating shots anyways. But again, as I told her, if they managed to catch my growing bulge in my shorts...I had nothing to hide.

"The lawsuit clearly goes over how they felt abused by you and that you drugged a few of them. Were those lies, Mr. Allen? Or did you happen to slip something into the drinks of many unsuspecting women?

Of course I had. Part of me wanted to admit it, to relish in the fact that not only had I coerced them with money, drinks, and charm, but I'd used drugs to make it easier for those who I felt might just run off. It didn't do me any good to make them unconscious, of course, so I just used stuff that made it...easier for them, and more eager.

Hell, there was some in a drawer nearby if Candy wanted to be hot to trot. But my lawyer - smart man that he was - had told me to try to avoid saying anything incriminating. And for the amount I was paying him, I would at least obey that part of his instructions as the smile went away for a moment, and I grew a little more serious.

"They're lies, Miss Miles." Matching her usage of mister with my own, I settled in and folded my hands in front of me. "Excuses, as I said, for women who wanted to take advantage of my hospitality in buying them drinks, use me for their own pleasure, and then cry foul the next morning after indulging as much as they wanted." I shrugged. "Maybe they had a drink or two too many, but if a lady asks, who am I to say no?" I laughed. "We've all done it. Well, maybe not you two.." I gave her and her cameraman a glance, implying that they weren't party animals.

"In a way, I'm the victim here. Both of these women who are taking advantage of my reputation as a 'womanizer' and my preference for younger women to lay these charges, and of you and your network." I nodded at her. "You claimed to come here to get my side of the story, but in reality you're just another ambush journalist. Asking these questions, coming in dressed in a top that's barely containing your tits-" I motioned forward with my hand, 'accidentally' brushing one of her melons with the back of my hand and causing it to shift around a bit. "-I mean, how's a guy to concentrate with those right in front of him like that?"

 

[AnnieD]

I definitely was getting a reaction out of him! I could have sworn, if just for a moment, that Gerry was contemplating something; he probably was going to have an outburst, like most men do once they are cornered. I almost grinned at the thought of the headline "Miss Candy Miles does it again! Gerry Allen breaks down during interview!" No wonder I was so famous - I kicked some ass at my job!

...I had to stop counting my chickens before they hatch.

"They're lies, Miss Miles." Gerry Allen said, crossing his arms as he stared me down; pretty much crushing my hopes right there. "Excuses, as I said, for women who wanted to take advantage of my hospitality in buying them drinks, use me for their own pleasure, and then cry foul the next morning after indulging as much as they wanted."

"Ahah, but a few of the women filing the lawsuit have said that they have proof that -" I tried to speak, but ended up getting cut off again. Was this man ever going to let me speak? Of course not. He was obviously afraid of what I could do to him. He knew that I could outsmart him, I -

"Maybe they had a drink or two too many, but if a lady asks, who am I to say no?" he said with a roaring laugh "We've all done it. Well, maybe not you two.."

Was that supposed to be a joke? God, this pervert was so infuriating.

"In a way, I'm the victim here. Both of these women who are taking advantage of my reputation as a 'womanizer' and my preference for younger women to lay these charges, and of you and your network." he nodded towards me, now focusing his aggression towards both the network and myself "You claimed to come here to get my side of the story, but in reality you're just another ambush journalist. Asking these questions, coming in dressed in a top that's barely containing your tits-"

He then moved in closer, the back of his hand pushing against my top; pressing the surface of his hand against one heavy breast. I gasped at the sudden movement and tried to back off a bit "-I mean, how's a guy to concentrate with those right in front of him like that?"

Maybe this was my way into his head...

"You...You mentioned my breasts quite a few times, Mr. Allen." I said, with a tone of triumph into my voice "Is that something you're obsessed with? Did those women that you've abused have big breasts?" I added, pointing towards my own chest "I dress this way because I want to and it doesn't mean a damn thing."

Not too long after, Jimmy signaled me that it was time for a break. A break that was well deserved, mind you.

 

[Bevatoria]

I couldn't help but try to construct a winning quip, and I smiled triumphantly. "That's the point, though, Miss Miles." I leaned forward, not hiding my innuendo this time. "You. Want. It." We did talk about some of the women who my allegations were against - some of them had bigger tits then others, but they all had one thing in common: being breathtakingly hot, much like the little news slut in front of me - sorry, news reporter - and girls who got in over their heads, thinking an older guy would be good for them. Eventually, we had to break, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

Ostensibly, it was to freshen up. But really, it was to make a quick texts to confirm that, yes, things were about to take a turn for the worse for Miss Candy Miles, young and supposedly 'innocent' news reporter for Peeve News. I settled back in, smiling back at her as if I didn't have a care in the world.

I might've settled in a little closer to her this time - our knees were definitely touching, and I was within arm's reach, which was vital for the next part of my interview. "So, ready for round 2?" I asked, grinning as I looked back to the camera.

"I could look at those tits all day, Candy, so we'll go as long as you want...maybe even longer." I teased.

 

[AnnieD]

"That's the point, though, Miss Miles." he said, moving forward menacingly towards me. I backed myself into a small corner of the couch as he continued "You. Want. It."

"No. I. Don't." I answered back plainly, trying to not look scared. Truth be told, I was. The allegations had some truth behind them and if his behavior was any indication, I'd say the allegations were more than that. I really think that Gerry Allen abused those young women. This wasn't simply a game for me anymore. I needed to be careful; hell, I lived near this area. Needless to say that I was relieved when he excused himself to go to the washroom. That gave me some time to calm down.

...

"You okay there, Candy?" Jimmy said, coming to me in order to see if I was doing all right. I almost shooed him away; I didn't need any pity, especially from such a wimp like our cameraman.

"Yeah, of course." I answered him back "Let's just hurry this whole fucking thing and get out of here."

...

Gerry didn't take too long; he quickly got back and sat down, almost eagerly on the couch. I was a bit suspicious, especially as he moved in close. I had my note pad in my hand, clenching on my pencil (hey maybe if he did something too extreme that I could use it as a weapon?). Our knees were practically rubbing against each other's when he said:

"So, ready for round 2?" Gerry taunted, looking right at the camera "I could look at those tits all day, Candy, so we'll go as long as you want...maybe even longer." I

"Behave yourself and watch your mouth, Mr. Allen." I said, now looking at the camera as well. "Welcome back to our controversial interview with Mr. Allen." I faced him and said "Now where we? Oh right, you were about to tell us why you think you're right. What is it about your actions that you don't believe is wrong? You ruined so many lives, don't you think?"

 

[Bevatoria]

Well, she kept coming at me, I'd give her that. Hopefully said spirit would continue when we eventually came to when I finally put her in her place, and she looked back to the camera - her glasses still to the side - as she spoke. "Welcome back to our controversial interview with Mr. Allen." Candy turned to face me and continued "Now where we? Oh right, you were about to tell us why you think you're right. What is it about your actions that you don't believe is wrong? You ruined so many lives, don't you think?"

I spoke with the tone of a bored lecturer. "Free will, Miss Allen. They chose to talk to me, accept my offers of buying them drinks, to enjoy my company and then to come back to my house afterwards. It's about taking personal responsibility." Leaning in comfortably, I glanced away for a moment before continuing. "If they want to turn back the clock of a night of ecstasy and passion because they 'regret' accepting my advances, then they shouldn't accept them to begin with." I smiled, and my right arm reached over to her arm, my hand running up and down the bare skin as I continued.

"Just like you will accept the consequences when you go out and parade your body off like some teasing coed, Miss Miles. You accept the jeers, the catcalls, wolf whistles, the fans making lewd comments on your more revealing facebook pictures because you like it."

My hand moved off of her arm - my other one going to her knee - and started to tease the strap of her top and move towards the firm flesh it covered on her bust...

 

[AnnieD]

"If they want to turn back the clock of a night of ecstasy and passion because they 'regret' accepting my advances, then they shouldn't accept them to begin with." he said with a big smile, his arm reaching out towards me and going to my arm. I looked at him, a puzzle look on my face, when his hand ran up and down my bare arm. Just what did he think he was doing? Who gave him the right to the touch me? My hand quickly moved to his hand, pushing it off as he continued.

"Just like you will accept the consequences when you go out and parade your body off like some teasing coed, Miss Miles. You accept the jeers, the catcalls, wolf whistles, the fans making lewd comments on your more revealing facebook pictures because you like it."

"Haven't we gone over this already?" I asked impatiently "It has nothing to do with what we're talking about here. It's a modeling photo shoot and if a few internet trolls want to bug me then that's their business."

It seemed to me that the movement of his hand was distracting me - not to mention, it hardly seemed as if he was paying attention to our conversation. His hand teased the strap of my sports bra, before slowly sliding down towards a breast. I, of course, stopped him before he could do anything "Hey, the conversation is up here, you pervert!"

 

[Bevatoria]

Her smaller, weaker hand pushed back at mine as she tried to keep me from what I wanted. Just like all of them did eventually, once they found out I wasn't just another sugar daddy who wanted a night of innocent petting and flirting. "Hey, the conversation is up here, you pervert!" As if her 'conversation' was the reason I'd let her into my house, but still I let her push me back a moment, tilting my head and sneering as I gave her the hope, just for a moment, that she'd be able to overpower me and that I was just another overstuffed couch potato who only looked like he was in shape. I was no gym rat, but there were some things worth being strong for as I looked at her, watching her muscles quiver with effort.

"It is." I let a beat pass before I suddenly pushed back, my hands grabbing each of her wrists and pinning them above her head on the end of the couch, putting them into one large hand's grip as I loomed over her. "But I think I'm bored with it." My free hand went under her top now, cruelly grabbing and squeezing one half of her ample bust, enjoying how soft and giving it felt under my rough hand.

"Wow...and I thought these might've been fake." I teased, before giving a glare back at the camera.

"Don't stop taping, Jimmy...the people need to see this." I snapped at him. "I have friends waiting to take over if you don't..." A half lie, but I could tell - or hoped - that he'd give in, before I turned my attention back to the starlet quivering under my grip.

I grinned at her as she fought me, her wrists still above her head before I stopped groping her to slap her face. "The more you fight, the worse it'll get..." As if it made a difference before I lowered my face to hers and crushed her lips with mine, my tongue moving in to rape her mouth while my other hand felt down her bare stomach towards her navel.

 

[AnnieD]

"It is." he said, and I assumed that would be the end of it.

Big mistake.

He quickly moved in towards me, and before I could even protest I found my hands gripped his own, pinning them above my head. My eyes opened wide in panic, as he pushed me against the edge of the couch. "But I think I'm bored with it." an evil grin appearing on his face while he began to enjoy the sight of his handiwork - me, the busty reporter, being trapped right underneath him.

"W-What are you-" I protested, feeling his rouch hand slide up my stomach and into my top. "Stop! Get the fuck off me! HELP ME JIMMY!" I cried out, squirming against his grasp, trying my best to kick him off me. But of course, that wouldn't work; soon, his hand was right above my bra and he give one big tit a rough squeeze; the soft mound pillowing out of his large hand.

"Wow...and I thought these might've been fake." he mocked me to the camera. Right as I thought Jimmy was about to do something, Gerry quickly stared him down and said:

"Don't stop taping, Jimmy...the people need to see this. I have friends waiting to take over if you don't..."

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM JIMMY! GET HELP!" I cried out out of the top of my lungs when suddenly...

**SLAP**​

"The more you fight, the worse it'll get..." he whispered roughly into my ear. He didn't even let me fight; soon, I felt this face on mine with his lips soon crushing my own. I felt him roughly open my mouth and shove his tongue down my mouth. My protests now muffled, I tried to push his tongue out of my mouth. It didn't work too well and I felt his hand feel my stomach...

 

[Bevatoria]

I only wondered how her struggling and resisting was playing to the home viewers, or at least the type of person I was trying to draw in with this little show. It didn't matter, though, as I knew better then she did that there wouldn't be anyone coming to save her...it was just her, me, and her little geeky cameraman who was probably getting hard watching this. I sure was while I was fondling the 'reporter' under my body, feeling my mouth invade hers while my hand had free usage of her body.

Although I eventually wanted to feel and own every part of this young starlet, so let off of her after a while, grinning at her as she breathed heavily under me. "I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am...but I feel like I need a taste of Candy." Nothing as intimate as the area between her legs (which I intended to explore with a certain other organ later), but instead of going back to her lips, I forced my head in to the area between her neck and shoulder and started to suck on it.

At the same time, I let her wrists go since I figured by now she couldn't push me off anyways, that hand squeezing her left breast under her top, pinching her nipple while the fingers on my other hand struggled to open the button on her tight jeans. I wanted Candy to not know what I wanted to do with her, but in the back of my mind I already knew. I was going to expose her- in more ways then one - to the millions of people watching...

 

[AnnieD]

"Mmmph! Mmm!" I protested under the kiss, pinned down and forced to have my mouth devoured like this. The kiss was hungry...but not sloppy? I guess that Gerry Allen did do this exact thing to many women before me, enough that he knew how to handle my mouth even if I wanted to get this fucker off of me! For a second there, my prayers were seemingly answered when he got off me. I finally caught my breath, heaving in heavily as he stared me down with a wicked grin.

"I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am...but I feel like I need a taste of Candy."

And soon, he dove back in - only aiming his mouth for my neck and shoulder, instead of my mouth. He sucked on the soft skin, hard.

"A-Ah Ahhh!" I protested...with a moan. That spot felt really good; everyone has sensitive areas and mine just so happened to be on my neck. Panicking, I pushed out my arms, trying (although with my small hands, it hardly did a damn thing) to block the view of the camera.

"S-STOPPPPPP!" I groaned loudly when I felt his hand squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple (another extremely sensitive spot of mine). I almost ignore the movement of his free hand, up until I felt it move the buttom my tight jeans. I wiggled my hips, trying to keep his hand away (although from how I was positioned under him, that wasn't going to be very easy).

"JIMMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET HELP!" I yelled from the top of my lungs.

 

[Bevatoria]

Her little moans mixed with her cries of pain and pleasure made me just want it more. Not that I needed any more motivation to pound this teasing little minx - especially when it was being broadcast live - but it was like adrenaline; every little bit just ramped me up. She wiggled, pushed, and cried out, but it couldn't stop the inevitable.

"JIMMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET HELP!"

He'd been the wild card, admittedly. It's not as if I didn't have a backup plan for if he didn't want to play ball, but having a live cameraman focusing in on just the right shots - hopefully my fingers as it popped the button on her jeans free. Working the zipper was going to be awkward from any position, especially with how much Candy was squirming under me, so I pulled myself off of her, although it was going to be anything but easier for her now. I picked her up by her arms and hefted her like she was nothing, sitting her up on my lap as I grabbed her hair and squeezed it. I pulled her neck back so she was facing the camera

"C'mon, America, you know you've been thinking about this, too...let's ask Jimmy." I grinned at him my free hand squeezed Candy's breast through her top. "Do you wanna see her tits first..." My hand moved down to between her legs, searching for her zipper to yank it down roughly. "..or her panties?"

It's not as if they wouldn't see them both eventually, leaning in to whisper into Candy's ear, still gripping her hair. "That dork will choose which item of clothing you lose first...don't worry though. He'll see all of you eventually..."

 

[AnnieD]

I felt the unbutton of my jeans come undone, I felt my jeans loosen and slightly slide off as I squirmed on the couch. I wondered, just what did I do to deserve this? Was this some sort of sick divine justice? For all the pain I caused others? I prayed, for the first time of my life that someone would barge in and save me from this fucking mess. But as we know, prayers aren't normally answered.

I couldn't focus on what was going on - that is until I felt him lift me up effortlessly and placing me right on his lap. I shouted "FUCK!" as he grabbed and pulled on my hair. I was forced to look at the camera, seeing my own reflecting from the lens.

"C'mon, America, you know you've been thinking about this, too...let's ask Jimmy." he said, pawing away at my chest as if it was okay "Do you wanna see her tits first..." he then added, his free hand going to my pants. I squirmed as he tugged on my zipper "..or her panties?"

"That dork will choose which item of clothing you lose first...don't worry though. He'll see all of you eventually..." he whispered into my ear, causing my heart to jump even more than it was doing already. I looked in panic towards Jimmy, who was still filming. There was silence, before he asked timidly;

"I-I pick?" he asked "Why don't you go for those tits first?"

"JIMMY!" I protested, trying to protect myself from Gerry's hands....

But I think we all know how effective that would be.

 

[Bevatoria]

The silence made it even more delicious, and my grin grew wider, my hands making lazy circles on her bare stomach before the geek finally made up his mind. "I-I pick?...Why don't you go for those tits first?"

Apparently Candy wasn't a fan of the pick. "JIMMY!" Her arm movements were more jagged, stilted but she was also smaller then me, on my lap facing away...and the clasps to her top were right in front of me The neck one was easy, as I let go of her hair so I could undo it, letting the straps fall down her ample chest. The middle one proved troublesome with with all of her struggling, but eventually I managed to undo it. Still, she pinned it to herself, as if by sheer will the small garment would stay attached to her body to cover up her huge tits.

Eventually, I snarled, pinning both of her arms behind her with one hand, the other tearing the sports bra from her grasp and tossing it across the room theactically, revealing her bare tits to my lusty gaze, to the geeky cameraman...and to however many Americans were watching. The way I had her arms held thrust them out spectacularly at the camera, and I took the opportunity to slap each of them in turn before I squeezed one lewdly. "You like being manhandled like this, don't you, Candy-slut..."

With one half of her body exposed, my big, rough hand forced its way under her jeans to tease her panties. "Sure feels like you're enjoying it..."

 

[AnnieD]

"STOP IT! Let...Let...GO!" I protested, playing tug-o-war with Gerry with my top. I was desperate to keep it on me, desperate to prevent the world from seeing my bare tits. I knew, and it torments me to say this, that millions were probably tuned in just to see my breasts right now. I've seen the comments left on my Facebook page, I've known for a while what a lot of guys wanted to see...

And they were going to get it...against my will.

He held my arms behind me, forcing me to jut out my big breasts to both him and Jimmy - not to mention anyone who was watching the live stream. "LOOK AWAY!" I cried out, knowing how ridiculous that must have sounded to Gerry. I gasped, loudly as he slapped a breast;

**SLAP**​

As he watched them jiggle and bounce from the sudden assult. "You like being manhandled like this, don't you, Candy-slut..." he taunted, squeezing my breast slowly, as if to give the viewers a show. I closed my eyes tightly, desperate to pretend as if this was not happened.

...But I soon opened them. I opened them wide in shock as his hand shove into my jeans, his fingers rubbing my pussy through my black cotton panties.

"No no no no..." I protested weakly.

"Sure feels like you're enjoying it..."

"I...I am not!" I cried out with a whimper, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning. I cursed myself, or rather my body, for reacting to all of this. His fingers found a small dampness which probably gave him more of that sick pleasure he enjoyed so much.

 

[Bevatoria]

It didn't matter whether she was really enjoying it or it was just her body reacting to my intrusion; the fact was, this was about showing her off, and presenting her as what I wanted her to be; a tease who wanted to be taken and used. "I...I am not!" I pushed my fingers in further, teasing her sex before I yanked them out and pushed them to her lips. "Bet you taste good, don't you..." I whispered harshly before my hands moved to her jeans to pulled them down off of her hips. "You have no idea how long I've thought about doing this." With a final, rough tug, her jeans were yanked down to her knees.

I pushed down with them with my foot and the garment was finally shrugged off her entirely, leaving the starlet in just her thong panties...she looked and felt really good, writhing on my lap nearly naked. But that wasn't enough, and as I got a squeeze of her bare, tight ass, I couldn't help but long for even more. It was time to bring the introduction to a close, and my hand found it's familiar pace back in her hair, yanking her head back again as I leaned over her shoulder and crushed her lips back against mine.

My other hand teased her flimsy garment of clothing before I grabbed it roughly, pulling away from the kiss with a cruel smile. I let her realize what was going to happen right before I pulled on her panties and ripped them from her body, leaving her completely nude on camera.

I could feel my manhood throb through my pants as I removed her last item of clothing...

 

[AnnieD]

"Bet you taste good, don't you..." he whispered into my ear, bringing his fingers to my lips - I could even smell the bit of my moisture on his fingers. This was beyond humiliation. Just why was he torturing me like this? In an instant, we were back to our struggle; his hands pulling on my jeans and me trying to stop him. "You have no idea how long I've thought about doing this." With a final tug, my jeans were down to my knees.

I squirmed and struggled, though maybe that just helped him. I felt his hand on my bare ass, squeezing a cheek before his other yanked on my hair and kissed me. I didn't even protest this time; there wasn't much of a point to it. I figured that maybe if I kissed him long enough, the police would show up...right? I kissed him back, desperate to distract him but then...

*RIPPP*​

He pulled on my panties so hard that they ripped; exposing my shaven pussy to him. My hands quickly went to my pussy, desperate as ever to cover myself up.

"Oh my god, oh my god..." I said rapidly in panic.

 

[Bevatoria]

It was about to get even worse for her as I left her on display in her full glory for a moment before I moved to unzip my pants and push them down, feeling that her urgency to cover herself would outdo any 'fight or flight' instincts. My cock throbbed angrily as I pushed my boxers and pants down, and I roughly lifted Candy up again and turned her towards me.

"The camera will see plenty of your face contorted in pleasure...but this first one's for me." I intoned lustfully, the tip of me teasing against her navel and sex. Still, I pushed her hips out and then pulled her back so I was inside of her - at least partially - and the tight, wet walls of her pussy were struggling to take me. "Fuck, she's so damn tight..."

I roughly pulled her hair back, her head twisted awkwardly as I started to thrust with my hips; I'd worked out that particular area of my body pretty well as she started to bounce up and down. "Ride me, slut." I ordered, slapping her ass and pushing her upwards obscenely so that - assuming Jimmy was on the ball - that the public could see my cock forcing its way inside of her, bit by bit, as she bounded up and down on me.

 

[AnnieD]

I gasped when I felt him lift my body. I was so preoccupied with covering myself up that I didn't notice that he just took out his cock. I didn't suspect a thing until he said:

"The camera will see plenty of your face contorted in pleasure...but this first one's for me."

"What..." I protested weakly, confused until I felt something. I felt a slightly wet tip - a huge tip - that was the beginning of Gerry's monstrous cock. I gasped again, louder than ever, when I felt it press against my inner lips. I looked down in horror, shaking my head and saying:

"No! No! No! N- UGH!" I protested, then groaning loudly as he began to push it inside of me. The width of it stretching my inner muscles. It was about half way in and already I felt that I should beg for mercy from the sheer pain of having something that big inside of me.

"Fuck, she's so damn tight..."

I yelped as he pulled my hair, twisting my head slightly to face him as he began to push it more against me. Slowly, because of his movements, I began to bounce on that shaft.

"Ride me, slut." he ordered, a sound spank echoing in the room as he slapped my tight ass. Tears running on my face, I began to let my weight drop...but even that was making this difficult.

"Do you want me to zoom in?" Jimmy said to this crude man. I had given up. I was really all alone.