Her body was betraying her. Despite the crushing humiliation, despite the fear of the camera, a dark, illicit spark of pleasure was igniting in her womb.
The danger of being seen and owned, along with the sheer, terrifying risk involved, was feeding a hunger she hadn't known existed. Each time Mike laughed, a jolt of adrenaline spiked through her, and strangely, that spike translated directly into a pulsing ache between her thighs.
"Yeah! More force, Madison! More force to that fucking clit!" Mike encourages her while recording. "I can't already imagine Kyle would fucking masturbate to this footage, hahaha!"
"You look more like a slave than an actress now!"
"Why am I enjoying this?!" she wailed in the privacy of her mind. "The more he mocks me, the wetter I get!"
"The more he calls me a slave, the more my blood rushes to my cunt!"
"It's disgusting. It's revolting!"
