Chapter 3: Anything, right?

“Panties,” I said. Roshana’s fingers twitched and shook as her thumbs moved under the waistband. Her feet turned in, toes almost together, while her reddish hue made her appear larger than life, like a goddess, and she radiated sexuality as she pulled them down. Her heavy breasts hung as I captured the moment. She removed her panties with only a slight wobble and threw the damp white cloth into the corner with her pants.

I walked around with the camera and said to my fans, “Wow, beautiful. You choose what I do to this goddess. I have added everything to the list of available purchases. You just need to select one and pay.” I opened her bag to show a silver vibrator. It had a dull appearance. Had she cleaned it? Gross, the crust indicated no. I hoped no one selected that. I look after my stuff. My massive dong, silver butt plug, red ball gag, and purple vibrator all gleamed clean as they lay on my physics textbook and covered the front cover’s explosion.

The list of positions, times, objects, and holes appeared on the screen. I had a decent number of fans, so I expected to make a decent amount of money from the purchases.

“Roshana, I’ve put up everything, so I hope you’re ready,” I said. Roshana stared at the screen, her smile gone, her eyes wide, and her hands trembled. I loved how she stood, with one hip out, her arm across her stomach, and her finger beside her lip. A sluttly teen porn star. Did she know how much my fans wanted me to violate her?

“But. What if I can’t do it?” Roshana asked. From a goddess to a little girl within seconds. She knew how to throw heavy things, smash walls, and wreck things, but she didn’t know what to do sexually. Hulks like to stay in charge, but she had no choice in what she did, because the fans would decide. And she couldn’t leave without embarrassment and shame, because someone like Roshana couldn’t live with that. I just hope that her fear didn’t override her bravado.

The first comment mentioned a long wooden switch. P@n@11 entered the chat and stated that they would pay double the normal price for me to whip Roshanna. Roshanna whimpered when she saw the comments. Our heads touched as we stared at the screen. Her warm skin burned my cool arm, and her breast hung against my forearm. Would she follow through? I hadn’t agreed to the proposal, but the chat loved the idea, as several hearts and thumbs up appeared.