Chapter 1: The Interview

I looked over to my calendar. It was Thursday. My schedule was supposed to be the same as every day. After breakfast I opened my emails, planning to go over my studio’s social media accounts, doing my best to respond to my subscribers. Well, calling a single adult content sharing account a “studio” might be giving it too much credit, but whatever. I made a decent amount of money with these subscriptions, as long as I kept putting out content. The first few months had been slow, as people are hesitant to subscribe to a man’s account, rather than a woman’s. I suppose it feels less personal than thinking you’re actually intimate with a woman, and more like a more modern version of a PlayBoy subscription. But the key is to persist ... and improve.
Turns out people will happily throw money your way, if you produce content that’s hard to find elsewhere and especially if it’s hard to find elsewhere for a reason. The thing about producing porn, is that you have to limit its output. There’s more money to be made if you can produce content that gets progressively more intense, rather than if you go all out. It gives people a sense of suspense. In the case of my studio (yeah, I’ll stick with calling it that), it also gave them a thrill. They were living a fantasy. A fantasy where their sex life progressed gradually from vanilla sex with unimpressive chicks, to rough, hard fucking with beautiful models. They could see themselves doing what I was doing to the girls I worked with, they fantasized about being the ones that pushed the limits, the ones that dominated these girls.

And now you may be wondering, what about the girls? How does one achieve this lifestyle? Well, the answer is simple, for the most part: money. At first, I’d pick random prostitutes that were willing to be recorded with a smartphone, provided that I didn’t show their faces. It didn’t matter so much that they weren’t that hot, or the quality wasn’t great. I just needed to make enough money to move to greater things. I was also able to convince a couple of Tinder hookups to allow me to record them, and I didn’t even have to pay them. They were just looking for the thrill. After a while, and after I pushed more and more money of my own into this, I was able to afford a nice studio apartment, fancy lights, and even a bunch of solid cameras. There was no room in the budget to hire anyone other than the models, so I was doing all of the shooting, and relied on the extra cameras, placed around the room, for additional footage.

Funnily enough, it started getting easier after that stage. I would occasionally receive inquiries from models about collaborating, which meant that aside from transport, shooting these scenes was free, and I would be appreciated by their fanbase as well. That’s where I started to get actual hot girls to shoot content with me. Although most of them put an act on for their accounts, they do know their way around a dick, and are sometimes just kinky enough for me to have fun. You see, my goal was not to make money. I have a nice passive income coming in steadily. The goal was to see how far I could go, to satisfy my deepest desires.

Over the past year, my studio has built a reputation for providing raw, hardcore sex, with quite a few scenes touching on degradation play. But I wanted more. I could say I wanted to push my artistic vision further, or make a statement about sexuality. But I’m going to be honest with you.
I just wanted to completely dominate a girl. To break her down completely, and then be able to post it online.

This wouldn’t be possible with the models I was working with. You see, these girls may have been willing or even happy to let me fuck them, bruise them, and hurt them, but they had the power to put an end to my operation, if I went too far. While I was getting closer to my goal by working with them, it would be impossible to hit it with one of them.

So I waited. And waited.

Then the opportunity came, that beautiful (to me, at least) Thursday morning.

I saw an unfamiliar email pop up on my feed. Here’s what it looked like.

FROM: amy.beaves@gmail.com

TO: [redacted]

SUBJECT: Model application

Hello,

My name is Amy. I’m 18, and I am eager to work with you. I am passionate about creating content, and I am willing to try new things. I have seen a few previews of your scenes, and I was wondering what would be the rate for a standard one? I’ve linked my Instagram account below, if you want a reference.

Thank you,
Amy

Now, this didn’t look like much at first. For starters, I didn’t even know what “Amy” looked like. This could be a prank, as has happened in the past.

However, a few things stood out. She hadn’t watched a full scene of mine, just some free previews, and she also immediately asked how much she’d make for a “standard” one. From this, I knew that she wasn’t reaching out because she was a fan, but because she needed money, and fast. If she was comfortable with making content, she’d probably start her own account. Hell, she’d probably make money quicker this way if she knew how the industry works.

It seems that she thought shooting with a “hardcore” studio will result in more money going her way. The thing is, that applies to actual adult models. Not a random girl that’s practically begging for money, and thinks her Instagram account is a good enough portfolio.

My reply was simple. “Send me your phone number.”. Just that. If she was serious, she’d comply.

While waiting for her reply, I scrolled through her Instagram, looking at her posts and highlighted stories. She was actually quite cute. Definitely a little undersized, with small, A cup breasts and an unimpressive butt, however her stomach was flat. Her black hair reached just below her shoulders, creating a nice contrast with her pale skin and brown eyes. All of her features were cute, with a small nose and mouth sitting under her large eyes. I noticed her lips, which looked full, even though she hadn’t styled them. I imagined them stretching around my cock, while that big pair of eyes looked at me. There was a certain sadness in her eyes, a sense of timidness. My cock loves seeing that in young girls. By this point I was pretty sure she was lying about her age. Overall, her profile was modest and secretive, without many posts. She had just 57 followers. There were a couple of beach photos with friends, and that’s where I could tell what her body looked like, but that was about it. The rest were just random selfies and landscapes. Nothing that indicates a girl that would reach out to a porn studio, much less one that specializes in hardcore stuff.

My deep thoughts - and daydreaming about fucking her on camera - were interrupted by a notification. She’d sent me her number. I called her and got right into it.

- Hello?
- Hi Amy. You want to shoot for my studio, correct?
- Uh ... yes. Yes I do.
- Nice. We’ll need to set an interview first. You know, for legal reasons. I saw you’re a local. The studio’s address is 633A, Hannock Boulevard. Be there tomorrow at 11PM.
- Uh ... Wait a minute. How much will-
- We’ll discuss everything at the interview. Tomorrow, 11PM. 633A Hannock Boulevard. Be shaved and clean.
- But-

That’s it. Now we’re waiting. The interview was set too late, so she’d have a full day of anxiety and curiosity to build up. She didn’t know any of my terms, or if she would even make money.

If she had even a speck of dignity, or basic intelligence, she wouldn’t show up. But I needed to be hopeful right?

The day passed quickly. I refrained from shooting other content, instead focusing on planning collaborations for the following week and relaxing. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious. A lot of things could go wrong, and I’d need to be careful about not pushing her too far, if she even agreed to shoot with me. I needed to take my time, and only push her when she has no choice but to keep going.

At 10:58 PM, I heard a buzz on the door. I smiled, and after making her wait for a couple of minutes, I opened the door.

What I saw filled me with joy, and made my cock twitch. She was even shorter than the pictures hinted at, standing at probably 4’10’’. Maybe with a tall pair of shoes on, she could maybe push 5 feet. Her cute little face didn’t look a day older than 15. My 6’3” frame towered over her, and I was aware of this. She wore a coat that she was clinging on, proving her uneasiness with what was coming.

“Hey Amy. Come on in. I’ll take that. Please take off your shoes and socks by the door.”, I said, bringing her in, and taking the coat off her.
“H-hi. OK, thank you”, she responded, avoiding eye contact. Her voice was soft, non-confrontational. I can’t really explain it, but it felt like the voice of an innocent, passive girl. After hanging her coat in my closet, I was finally able to see what I would be working with.
She was dressed in cheap clothes, wearing a moderately short black skirt, and a matching crop top, probably her idea of a slutty outfit. In reality it just made her look cute, but of course there was no way I’d boost her confidence by saying that. She did as she was told, and now touched the cold floor with her dainty feet. It took all my might to not bend her over and fuck her right then and there.

“Follow me. Would you like some water?” I asked her instead, while leading her to the main room of the studio. There she was able to see my desk, which remained hidden from the cameras, but also the set, which was just a leather couch with a mini fridge on one side and a table on the other. The floor was tiled, with a few square feet empty to give me and the models some space. I always enjoyed seeing girls react as they walked in, as this was recognizable to anyone that had watched my videos from the last year or so.

“Uh, yes. Th-Thanks.” Following my lead, she sat down on a chair in front of my desk, while I sat behind it. After opening a binder I kept around, to pretend I was interviewing her seriously, I propped up a camera between us, and clicked Record as I said “This interview will be recorded. State your name and age, and confirm that you’re here out of your own volition”. None of this was actually required. Normally I’d have her sign a contract, but I wanted to see just how naive she would be. It also gave me a chance to shoot some early footage of her, while making her feel increasingly anxious.

“I ... Uh ... Okay ... Hi, I am Amy Reaves, I am ... uh... 18 years old, and I am here ... uh ... on my own volition”.
While she was talking, I had a chance to observe her. She had some makeup on, with eyeliner on her eyes forming a nice small cat eye. She wasn’t wearing lipstick, sadly, but her lips were indeed beautiful. Her upper lip had a natural upwards arc, making it appear plump. Overall her skin was clear of marks, and her exposed belly button had a piercing that complimented her tiny slender frame perfectly. As she breathed in and out, hints of her ribcage appeared below her crop top. She looked ... What’s the word? Cute. I’ve already called her cute way too many times already, but that’s the truth.

It’s such a shame that she happened to pick my studio to start her career.

“So, Amy. We’ll start with a round of interview questions, to make sure you’re a good fit for our studio. If all goes well, we can shoot afterwards. Sounds good?”

“Uh, yes. Yes it does”. She relaxed her tense shoulders a bit.

-First question. Why are you here today?
-Uh ... I want to work with you, and ... create content.
-Have you ever shot a scene, or other kinds of adult content in general?
-Uh, no. It’s my first time.
-Are you familiar with the type of content I create here?
-Uh ... yes.

Amy fidgeted in her seat, clearly starting to tense up again. She put her hair behind her ear, even though they weren’t out of place.
-Please describe it to our viewers. Give it a good introduction.
-Uh ... what? I-I don’t know...
-Come on, just give them a tease.
-It’s ... porn. It’s hardcore porn, really intense scenes.
-You seem nervous.
-Well ... I’m sorry, I’m - I - I just had a long day and I was not prepared for the question.
-All right. Let me give the introduction. In my studio young sluts are put in their place: their throats are fucked, and their spirits are broken. How does that sounds?
-Uh ... Good, good.
-Now Amy, tell me about your sexual experiences.
-Uh ... well, I’m not very experienced, I um-
-Be specific. Have you ever had sex?
-N-no.

At this point, my dick was already crying tears of joy. I took a moment to process what I’d just heard.
-It’s your first time?
-Y-yes. She was playing with the hem of her skirt, her uncertainty now showing. I sat back in my chair, pretending to be troubled. She was waiting for my response.
-So, this is how you want to lose your virginity?
-I ... yes.
-What are your kinks?
-I - I don’t know...
-You don’t know?
-Well, I -
-What kind of porn do you watch?
-I - I don’t.
-Why not?
-I - I just don’t like it.

My mind was ready to shatter. How on earth was I so lucky that she ended up in my studio? A fucking virgin, that’s probably lying about her age as well. It was clear she didn’t have any idea how things work around here. She didn’t even know how sex works. I decided to push her a bit, with a couple of questions that only aimed to humiliate her. It made for good content.

-What would your parents say if they knew you were here?
-They ... wouldn’t like it.
-What if your father watches this film?

This stunned her. She looked at me speechless.
-I ... I don’t think...
-Well, just in case. Why don’t you greet him through the camera?
I could see the first tears welling up in her eyes.
-Hi dad ... It’s me, Amy.

My cock wanted me to pin her against the wall and fuck her raw. But I had a better plan in mind.
“Good! Now,” I exclaimed, and closed my binder, changing the pace a bit. I needed to keep her composed for now, otherwise she’d break too early and back out.

“ ... Let’s discuss the scene. I want to create something that will make our viewers happy, but will also respect your limits. You’re not very experienced, so we will take it slow”. This of course was a complete lie, as she was about to realize soon. “Here, drink some water”, I said as I poured her a glass.

She seemed to ease up a bit, looking happy to hear that I would treat her with respect. She finished her glass, and I poured her another one.
“Now, Amy, our payment model is simple. 300 bucks for each scene. 400 if you agree to shoot scenes back to back. For you, I’ll make it 450.” Her eyes lit up, and her cute face just filled with hope.
“That’s ... so generous. Thank you!”
“You can ask for the scene to stop at any time by saying the word “Red”. Got it?”
“Yes. Red. Yes.”. She knew what a safeword was, so she was clearly glad she had that option. Or so she thought.
“However, in order to consider a scene completed, and proceed to payment, we need to finish it completely. Otherwise, you won’t be paid.”, I stated nonchalantly.
-I ... I understand.
-Do you have any other questions?
-No, I don’t.
-Great. Blow a kiss to the camera!

She blew a kiss and actually seemed to relax. She even smiled a bit. I instructed her to drink another glass of water.
-We’re going to be working out quite a bit today. You need to stay hydrated.
-Ok ... I took her hand and led her to the main room, and asked her to sit on the couch while I turned on the lights, and adjusted the cameras. She looked delicate and innocent. I clicked my auto-record button to turn on the cameras around the room, and joined her on the couch. I put my arm around her, and held her close to me, brushing her hair from her forehead. She looked at me with her big brown eyes.
“Now Amy,” I said softly, “we’re going to be doing something that you’ve never been through before. It’s going to be intense, and probably hard to handle for a while. But...”, I continued, while grazing her exposed thigh, “if you let go completely, you will actually enjoy it. And don’t forget how much money you will make.”
She was still tense, but I could tell my touch was affecting her.

My hand moved up to feel her small boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so by bringing my hand under her crop top I had full access to them. Her nipples felt nice between my fingers, and she twitched a bit as I was teasing them. I continued grazing her thigh, and guided her hand to my crotch. I was gentle, but firm.
“Amy, undo my pants and take my cock out.”
She struggled with the buckle of the belt, as her hands were slightly trembling. I noticed that her nails were not painted, and trimmed short. They made her look even more innocent. Eventually, she managed to undo my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
Now, I always enjoy seeing a girl’s reaction to my cock. It’s what you’d describe as a normal ... porn cock. Very thick, and more than 8 inches in length when fully erect. Amy’s fingers couldn’t wrap around the entire cock, and her tiny hand looked so cute around it. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly. I brought my hand near her panties. They were plain, nothing sexy. Yet that made her even more irresistible.

-Do you like what you see, Amy?
-Y-Yes.
-What do you think my cock wants Amy?
-To ... to fuck me?
-No Amy. It wants to fucking ruin you. Do you understand?
-Y-Yes.
-Good. But first, I want to hear your story. Tell me, tell everyone watching, why are you really here? I want the truth. The full truth. And make sure you’re stroking me while you tell me. My cock likes the attention.
Amy took a moment to compose herself, but she was clearly getting aroused, as my hand was now exploring her pussy, inside of her panties. I was feeling a nice, shaved pussy, that was wet already. Just what I had ordered.

“Well ... I need the money”, Amy confessed, as she started stroking my cock. “I’ve left my family’s house, and now I need to make enough money to uh ... cover rent until the end of week, or I’ll be homeless. I’d heard that a scene would probably pay quickly, so I decided ... to try ... it... “, she said, trailing off, as my hand was now focusing on her clit.
“Why did you pick my studio for your first time, Amy?”, I asked, teasing her folds.
“I ... I assumed it would pay well.”
“You were correct. But why do you think my studio pays so well, Amy?” I said, moving my hand to her flat breast, raising her crop top to expose her nipples to the camera. She had nice, small areolas, and brown nipples. They stood out on her pale skin, and fit her skinny body.
“Because ... hnnngh ... because it’s degrading...”, she said, stroking my cock as it twitched. I couldn’t help but smile menacingly.
“Feel that, Amy? My cock loves degrading little sluts like you. It gets extra hard when they are scared.”, I whispered in her ear. Her eyes flickered and her expression was exactly what I had hoped for.
“Please ... don’t ... be too hard...”, she pleaded, as my cock twitched again in her small palm. I grinned, and continued.
“Well, you could source that money in other ways. What about your family?”, I asked, while flicking her nipples lightly, making them perk up.
“They ... they don’t care ... Oh God...”, she said trembling, and I intensified my finger movements, as she started grinding on my palm.
“They don’t, huh? Your dad isn’t there for his daughter?”
“He ... He left us when I was 4 ... And my mom always hated me for that. She blamed me for it. That’s why I left.”, she said, now tears shining in her eyes. My hand grabbed her small breasts, and then removed her top. I put her hand back to my cock, and continued.
“So, you’re all alone?”
“Y-yes...”
“Do you think my cock likes this?”
“Y ... yes ... I can feel it...”
“Correct. Well, just for tonight, you’ve got a new daddy, and he’ll make sure you’re treated right. Tell me Amy, have you ever had an orgasm before?”
“Well ... mmm ... N-no ... Oh ... Oh...”
“When you’re addressing me, I want you to address me the correct way.”
“Uh ... ok...”
“OK ... what?*
“OK ... d-daddy”, she said, getting even wetter, as I picked up the pace. My cock twitched and grew harder, as she absentmindedly caressed its head.
“But here’s the thing. My cock wants to be a little rough tonight. Is that OK?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Yes what?”. I stopped moving my fingers.
“Daddy! Oh please don’t stop...” I got up, and looked at her from above. She was laying on the couch, legs wide open, her skirt hiked up, and her panties all moist. She was looking at me and my cock looming over her. I got on my knees and slid her panties off. Her pussy was beautiful, with just a hint of the inner lips peeking out. She had done a great job shaving, leaving it all smooth for me. I started eating her out, savoring her sweet taste. I grinded against her clit, while pushing my tongue in her pussy. I spread its pink, delicate lips, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was actually a virgin, her hymen still intact. She was trembling, and I put all my focus on her clit.
“Oh ... Oh ... OH...”
As she was climaxing, she grabbed the cushions of the couch, and arched her back. My hands went out and cupped her small breasts, as her wetness coated my mouth. A couple of tears dropped from her eyes, and my cock was now begging to take part.

As she was coming down from her high, I cuddled her. I grabbed a big bottle of water from the mini fridge, and guided it to her mouth.
“Drink here. You will need the water tonight.”
“Thanks ... Ow!”, she yelped, as I twisted her nipple.
“Thanks WHAT.”
“Thanks ... daddy ... thank you”, as I eased my grip.
“Good girl ... Now drink more water.”
“Yes daddy.”

I held the bottle to her lips, not giving her much of a choice. In a couple of minutes she drank about a liter of water. I grabbed yet another bottle, and forced her to drink that as well.
“I ... I can’t drink more Daddy...”
“You have to, honey. Just trust me”, I whispered while pushing the bottle to her lips.
“Glrg, glrg...”
“Good job baby.”

Now everything was set.
I got up from the couch, and I took her skirt off. She was now fully naked, sitting on my couch, as my cock awaited. I grabbed her hair, and held her so that she straightened her back while still sitting on the couch. She grimaced from the pain initially, but I held her just high enough so that she only had to stretch a bit. She was still a few inches short to be level with my cock, so I added a couple of cushions below her small ass.
“Amy, can you guess what I want you to do now?”, I asked.
“Uh ... you want me to lick your ... uh...?”, she said. Fucking hell, how cute was she?!
“My cock. Say it.”
“Y-your cock ... Daddy”. Several drops of precum came out of my cock, which was being teased so unfairly by this slutty vixen. Amy noticed it. I grinned as I followed her gaze.
“Do you know what this means Amy?”
“No, Daddy”. Her sweet voice dripped with innocence.
“It means my cock really wants to feel your mouth. Will you be a good girl and let it in?”, I asked her, as my cock’s head approached her lips.
“Yes, daddy”. My dick was now just leaking precum.
“Now, open your mouth wide, and suck it with your beautiful lips. Keep your teeth away.”
“OK daddy.”
Her tiny mouth stretched around my cock head, and her lips were now sucking the biggest lollipop they’d ever seen. She looked up at me, and when I saw her nude, stretched body hanging by the hair and her lips sucking my cock, it took all of my concentration to not blow my load immediately. I pushed in a bit, but she could only take 2 more inches. It looked like she was trying to deepthroat a baseball bat.
“You’re gonna have to try harder baby girl”, I said sweetly, pretending to pull out.
“But Daddy ... It’s too big ... I ca–glglgllg!”
Without warning, I put my hand behind her head and pushed it towards my cock. Her eyes nearly popped out of their place, and her hands reached for my hips. I released her a second later, and she coughed out plenty of saliva, gasping for air. I grabbed a large bowl sitting next to the mini fridge, and placed it on the floor between her feet. After that, I held her hands behind her back, and pulled a couple of zip ties from the table next to the couch. I tied her arms in two places, so that they were both behind her back, and her elbows almost touching. That stretched out her small frame, and made her already small tits appear flat.
“W-Why are you tying me?”
“To make sure your hands don’t do anything stupid. Show daddy some trust”, I said with a devious grin. My hand traveled up from her tiny boobs, to her face. Her eyes were clearly scared, as she knew she had lost any control over the situation. Spit was dripping from her mouth, and she was trying to get her breath back.
“Now baby, let’s try this again. Open wide, and take a deep breath. Can you do that?
“Yes Daddy ... AaaghhhGHGHLL-”
I grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck it mercilessly. At first, I was just jabbing her throat, letting her gag. This is not particularly enjoyable to me, but I knew it was hurting her, and causing her to panic a bit. THAT was enjoyable to me. Then I held her head in place, and gave two strong taps to the back of it. The first pushed my cock past her barrier, then the second made sure it went all the way in her throat. She could only make guttural sounds as I pinned her pretty face to my crotch, feeling her nose and lips squished against my body, when suddenly I felt liquid coming out of her mouth. I pulled out as she puked a bunch of the water she had just drank. The jet coming from her stomach splashed against my crotch, coating my dick. She gasped and twitched, as her whole body convulsed in disgust. Small rivers of vomit made their way down her little body, with chunks of whatever she had eaten before the shoot sticking on random places. One of them stopped in her belly button, crowning her piercing. The rivers made their way down to her smooth pubic area, and then trickled in the bowl at her feet.
“UURGHH ... STOP ... NO ... RED ... GHHH ... STOP ... RED” she screamed. I smiled cruelly, as I held her head from the hair, and forced her to look at me. Her eyes were all red, and saliva mixed with puke covered her lips. She was gasping for air and coughing, as her body shivered.
“You’re doing great, baby. Just remember, this is how you make daddy happy”, while grinding my puke-covered dick on her face. I pushed a couple of chunks of her last meal towards her mouth using my cock, and she started dry heaving.
“Please ... please ... stop”, she managed to say between her gagging.
“Oh you know how to make Daddy hard!”, I now laughed as I wiped my cock on her hair.
“Ugh ... But ... but”
“No but. If we stop, you don’t get paid.” Her eyes filled with despair. “Please ... I can’t ... Ugh...”
“Open up you fucking cunt”, I said coldly.
“bghghhg”
She gagged as I pushed the former contents of her stomach back in her mouth.
“Chew it up and swallow you dumb whore. And look at the camera while you’re doing it”. She was crying, and her eyes were begging me. I was on cloud nine!
I pulled hard on one of her nipples, giving her enough motivation to do as I said. She looked in the lens, as she fed herself with the bits I had pushed in her mouth. And what a trooper she was! Even though I could see her tummy protesting, she swallowed it all.
“You’re such a good girl. Now open back up”. She started sobbing.
“N-no agggghhh-”

She spent the next few minutes gagging and puking around my cock, as I kept exploring her throat. Fuck, it felt good! She constantly tried to push back, but with her hands restrained, there was little she could do. If anything, she was keeping me going for longer. Eventually I felt like I had enough, while also reminding myself that I need to keep her engaged in this.

“Look into the camera sweetie”.
She looked into the camera, and what a shot it was. Her makeup was ruined, as her face was covered in her own spit, puke and tears, with a big dick next to her face. Her lips were trembling lightly, as she was trying to power through this torment. I laughed, throwing her back on the couch. I wiped my cock with her skirt, before grabbing a bottle of grape juice from the mini fridge, before lifting her back up to bring the bottle to her disgusting mouth.
“please ... no–Ahh”, she was interrupted as I slapped her face. She looked at me stunned, tears again streaming down her face.
“Drink it all.”, I commanded, forcing her to drink about a liter. Despite struggling, she did not dare to disobey me. A bit of the juice trickled out down the side of her mouth, but she managed to swallow the rest of it.