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Derek Donovan stood behind the camera, looking over his latest catch. Her name was Megan and it was looking like she'd be a good investment. He moved to the mattress and laid it down on the floor.

Megan was pretty--a brunette with a certain girl-next-door appeal to her--with a petite five-five, five six build . She had an average build--by no means was she fat, but she lacked the grotesque anorexic appearance popular among young women these days. She trembled from head to toe, partly from the freezing wind and partly from the rush of being abducted.

She'd been a fairly difficult catch. Then again, all catches were difficult, regardless of how much prepwork Derek put into them. It wasn't as though he singled-out one girl and made a move against her; no, that was putting all his eggs in one basket. There were too many variables--they could move to another town at the last minute, or suddenly adopt a new roommate. Especially these college-aged girls; they changed their lives more often than they changed their socks. Setting his mind on one girl was an amateur mistake, and one he hadn't made since his early days of working for the Taken Raped.

The website had been up for years, and still its secret was locked safely away. On the surface it looked like a typical bondage-and-sex fantasy website--girls looking for a rush getting tied up and having sex with their boyfriends on camera. The acting was usually terrible--only once in a while did the website see a woman that really put 110% into the job--but all of the i's were dotted, the t's crossed. Every model's proof of age on file, every video had the This is fantasy disclaimer. The website took requests too, and most of these were staged as well. But certain requests from certain customers--those were different.

These customers paid top-dollar for their videos--often in the thousands-of-dollars range--and where the majority of clients had their choice of models, "gold members" so-to-speak had little control over the heroine appearing in the film. They could make requests--a blond, brunette, redhead, etc; they could choose ethnicity. In some cases they could choose religious affiliation (one individual about five years ago relished in watching Christian girls being beaten and raped. He was one of Derek's favorite clients, due not only to the possibility that the girls would be virgins, but the need for them to be). No control beyond that was offered, because none could be guaranteed.

The website had originally started as a fresh take on porn but had quickly become a tool for some of society's darker elements. One time in particular there was a police officer out in Vermont looking for extra money for his precinct, but the state didn't see any need to increase the budget. The officer turned to takenraped.com, paying close to twenty-five thousand dollars to invent a serial rapist. Over the course of six months, Derek abducted and tortured thirteen women. Sure enough when it came time to adjust the budget, a certain town in Vermont received a substantial increase to law enforcement.

And all the while, Derek had done what he did best--giving the people what they wanted. Well, not all people were particularly pleased with the arrangement.

"I don't want to," Megan whimpered.

Derek made a move like he was going to lunge for her and she winced.

"Okay, okay!" She squealed, putting her hands up. "Just...don't hurt me."

Derek crossed his arms as Megan slipped off her slippers and then peeled away her socks one at a time. He checked the camera. She was dead-center in the frame.

Pale-faced, Megan untied the bathrobe's belt and took a deep breath, swallowing hard as it fell to the concrete. Aside from a pair of panties she was nude, her skin almost glowing in the fluorescent light. Her legs were long and toned, her belly taut and smooth, her breasts heaving gently and capped with the crinkled pink nubs of her nipples. Unconsciously she crossed one arm over her breasts.

"Lose the underwear."

Derek could see the tears beginning to well in her eyes as she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of the panties. She was too terrified at the moment to fight back; fear made her docile. Later, once she realized what she was in for--that was when she'd start giving him money-shots, but by then it would be too late. She wouldn't be making bids for freedom, she'd be making quality porn.

Megan's pussy was bald. Derek licked his lips. Her loins were completely hairless and even though she hadn't shaved that night (Derek had waited outside her bathroom door for the majority of the evening and knew what she was doing on the other side), there wasn't a trace of stubble to be found. With the panties around her ankles Megan covered her chest with one arm and cupped her free hand over her thighs.

It was a good shot. Megan stood perfectly upright, her eyes downward as she hung her head, her hair hanging around her face. Time to get to the down and dirty.

"Turn around. Face the wall."

Megan was more than happy to oblige. Her naked buttocks was firm and perky. John lifted the camera from the tripod for a closeup of her backside.

"What are you going to do to me?" Megan mewled.

"Duct tape those pretty lips if you don't shut the fuck up. Spread your feet about shoulder-length apart."

Reluctantly, Megan complied.

"Now grab your ankles."

Megan gasped. "Oh my God..."

Derek smacked her ass. The sound of his palm on her flesh cracked like a gunshot in the storage unit's narrow confines. "Do it or I'll just cuff your wrists to your ankles and beat you."

She was sobbing now, edging ever closer to the point where she would start fighting back. But Derek still had complete control for now. Megan complied, bending over and gripping her ankles with her slender fingers. The posture strained her butt cheeks apart, displaying the tight pink rosebud of her anus and the folds of her smooth pussy. Derek dipped the camera in close, panning up and down the cleft of her lewdly-splayed private parts.

"Good. Now lay on the mattress."

Megan shook her head. "...No."

"What did you say?"

"I won't! Tell me what you're going to do to me!"

Derek took a step back and set the camera on the tripod, taking a moment to zoom it out. Megan was starting to fight back and if Derek had learned anything about this business, it was that he was about to get the best footage.