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Part 1

Ethan and I were in the middle of an epic battle when the doorbell rang. "Get the door" I said. "Fuck you, I'm winning." The bell rang a second time. I knew who it was, Connor and his girlfriend Zoe. My parents were away for the weekend and we were all going to hang out for the night and, you know, get shit faced. The bell rang for a third time. "Fine!" I tossed the Xbox controller onto the table. "You suck." I got up and walked toward the front door. From behind I heard my dude die. I opened the door as the bell rang yet again – I actually think Connor could see I was walking to the door and rang it anyway just to be a dick. He pushed passed me with a case of beer in his arms. "Are the animals fucking yet?" It was an inside joke because my name was Noah – you know, Noah's Ark. But the joke was getting old so I didn't even respond. "Hey Noah." Zoe said as she walked in next. With her was another girl I didn't recognize. "This is my cousin Grace. She's staying with me for the week. Hope It's ok if she hangs with us?" Grace said "hi" in a rather shy voice as she walked past. "Hey" I responded. "Why would I mind, the more the merrier!" Plus, Grace was really cute.

"I'm putting the beer in the frig. How ya do'n ass hat." Connor said to Ethan who was still focused on the game. Connor really was a prick. He was the friend my folks didn't want me to hang with, you know, the 'wrong' kid. Connor's older brother would get us beer. He was also the only one of us who had a girlfriend. Zoe was cool. She was the kinda girl who could easily hold her own with the guys on Xbox. Plus, she was really attractive even if her tits were on the small side. And we'd seen her tits. Connor had a side-loaded version of Snapchat that could save the pics. Zoe had sent him a shot with her shirt pulled up on a dare. She didn't wear a bra. Our Health Ed teacher was always drilling into to us about not doing shit like sharing inappropriate photos but that would never stop Connor.

The girls and I joined Ethan back in the family room. He looked up when he noticed Grace. "Hey, I'm Ethan." Before Grace could respond Zoe spoke for her "This is my cousin Grace. Her family lives in a really beautiful beach town on the west coast." "Why would you want to vacation here in shitsville USA!" I joked. Grace smiled. "Who wants a beer?" Connor bellowed from the kitchen. "And thanks for helping me put all the beer in the frig dick for brains." "I hope you remembered how the frig looked before messing in there. My folks will kill me if they know I had a party while they were away." "If this is a party then you suck at throwing parties. Three dicks and four tits?" Zoe laughed but Grace blushed. Connor tossed me a beer and then handed one to each of the girls. This wasn't the first time we'd hung out while my folks were out. The last time it was just Ethan and Connor. I had told my mom the guys might come over but she and dad came home early the next morning before I had cleaned up. Thank god we only had a six pack and Ethan had taken the empties with him when they left. Still, the mess really pissed off my mom. But if she knew we were drinking I'd be dead now.

The five of us sat on the huge 'L' shaped sectional. Connor grabbed the controller and picked up where I left off with Ethan. "God you suck at this game." he mumbled in my direction. I gave him the finger. "So Grace, you live at the beach. What's the name of the town? Maybe I've been there?" "I'm sure you haven't, it's really boring. It's called Eastgate Beach." She took a sip of her beer. "What grade are you in?" Ethan chimed in without even looking away from the screen. "I'm a freshman in our high school, ninth grade." "Oh, we're all tenth, but in our school, the ninth graders are in the middle school building." As we continued to talk and drink I found myself focused mostly on Grace. She really was beautiful. Reddish hair, freckles, nice curves. Suddenly I realized my dick was getting hard. I needed a distraction. Who's up for Cards Against Humanity? "What's that?" Grace asked. Zoe explained the rules while I went to get the box from my room.

We played CAH for the next hour or so. At first some of the more perverse responses seemed to make Grace blush. That and also Connor who was groping Zoe half the time. At one point he had his hand up under her shirt. "Stop it you perv!" "You know you love when I pull your nips!" Grace looked away. The game continued and after a couple more beers we were all way more relaxed. Even Grace seemed at ease. Eventually some of us, namely Ethan, were too drunk to play any longer. "What now?" Zoe asked. "How about a movie, I vote for 'Taken'. Liam Neeson kicks ass! Who's seen it?" Of course the guys had and the girls hadn't. I got up to kill the lights in the room. "Beer me while you're up. And don't forget to feed the animals." "Dick!" I grabbed a beer for Connor. "Anyone else?" "One for me and one for Grace." Zoe said. "No, I've had enough, it's making me sleepy." "Then now's not the time to stop!" I returned with beers for everyone.

Just when the movie started getting good, I looked over and noticed that Grace was asleep. And it didn't look like Ethan was far behind. Connor and Zoe were under a blanket at the far end of the sofa ... they weren't really watching either. I contemplated telling them to go upstairs but the thought having to clean the bed sheets didn't appeal. Oh well, it was just me watching, whatever. The movie ended around 1am. I turned off the set, stretched, and stood up. That's when I realized just how drunk I was. The room spun for a few seconds and I stumbled as I walked over to turn on the lights. "What the fuck!" Connor complained. The lump under the blanket that was Zoe struggled to get her shirt back on. For an instant I caught a glimpse of her left tit. "You're going to jack off thinking about my girlfriend tonight, aren't you Noah?" "Fuck no." I replied, but feeling embarrassed for getting caught. "Well why not, look how hot she is?" Zoe was trying to fix her crazy long hair. "Shut up Connor." She said in a non-angry way. "I'm going to the bathroom to pee." Zoe got up and left. I shook Ethan, "wake up." He groaned. Even with the light and noise Grace remained passed out.

Connor was up and opening yet another beer. "You guys want to see something?" "You're going to have to be more specific?" "Where's your laptop?" he asked. "In my room but I don't..." it was too late, Connor was already heading up the stairs. "Connor, I don't want you fucking with my laptop!" I yelled. "Then come up and stop me." he laughed. "And bring sleeping beauty also. You're both going to want to see this." I shook Ethan harder this time. "wa ... what ... stop!" "Come up stairs, our fearless leader has something to show us online." "Nah, I'm really beat. I'm going to head home. You can tell me about it tomorrow." "Ok then, see you when I see you." Ethan headed for the front door with a rather wobbly motion. "You going to be ok? You can stay hear for the night if you want." "Yeah yeah, I can make it around the block. No worries." And with that he was gone. I headed up to my room (the stair railing was my friend). Connor was sitting at my desk, laptop open. The screen showed an installation bar. "What the fuck, I told you not to do anything. I don't want my pc mucked up." "Listen, remember when I told you I'd been messing around on the dark web?" "Connor, that shit's not safe, if you've dicked over my compu..." "Stop worrying about your fucking laptop!" "Ok, fine, fine. Show me whatever you're going to show me already."

"Like I said, I've been doing some 'research' on the dark web." He mimicked air quotes with both hands as he said the word Research. "By the way, I installed a TOR client on your rig." "Oh great." My stomach was already feeling sick. "TOR is a good thing, keeps this all anonymous." "If you say so." If it weren't for my current state of mind I'm not sure I would have let him continue. He opened Chrome and typed in an IP address. "How do you remember that?" "I just do. Shut up." A file downloaded; FacilityBrowser349.exe. Connor double-clicked the exe which opened the UAC confirmation window. "STOP! What the fuck are you installing?" Connor actually listened for once. "Look, the site I want to show you requires its own browser. That's the only way it works. I've done the research on this ... it's safe. Hell, I'm running it on Joe's laptop at home and he'd kill me if I fucked up his precious Mac. My head was spinning from the beer. I hesitated and Connor took that as a Yes... "click". Whatever installed, installed silently, no options, no input necessary. When it was done there was an icon with a black box and white border labeled 'Facility Browser' on the desktop. Which Connor immediately double-clicked, no chance for me to protest.

The program that opened looked like a really basic web browser. Connor typed in an IP, different from the first one. How the hell could he remember random IPs; I was so drunk I wasn't sure I could remember my own street address! And he had at least two more beers than me. Connor never seemed drunk. "Where's your boyfriend?" "Oh, Ethan left." "His loss." Just then Zoe yelled from downstairs. "Hey, where is everybody?" "We're in my room." I responded. "I'm hungry. Who's up for pancakes?" "Zoe, get up here." Conner yelled back. I don't think she heard or just didn't care. "I'm making pancakes!" Come to think of it, I could go for something to eat. "Does she know how to make pancakes?" I asked Connor. "Fuck if I know." From downstairs I could hear the sound of pans banging. A web page opened. The background looked like a stone wall and the large stone-like title at the top just said 'You Have Arrived'. Below the title were two buttons, 'Members' and 'Join'. It all reminded me of a dungeon. "Fuck Connor ... all this just so you could show me some S&M shit?"

"Believe me, this is not your typical bondage site." He clicked on 'Members'. "You joined?" "Of course I joined, that's the only way in." "I thought you never paid for anything, least of all porn? How much did it cost?" "It's time based in thirty minute increments. I bought a couple hours. Only accepts bitcoin." "Bitcoin? How the piss to you have any bitcoins? You don't even have real coins!" I said incredulously. "I've been doing some online shit and came into a bit of cash. Lucky too; this site cost twenty bucks an hour!" "Holy Fuck!" "I know. But after I read about it I knew I just had to check it out." By now Connor had logged on and the main page came up. There were images of metal doors with a label under each.

Lounge 1
Lounge 2
Prep 1
Lab 1
Prep 2
Lab 2
Dorm 1
Dorm 2
Dorm 3
Dorm 4

Connor clicked on the first door; Lounge 1. The door opened with a creepy animation and then the page switched to what looked like a live steam video image. The room was filled with sofas and chairs and bondage shit – just what I expected. My guess was the camera was mounted in one of the upper corners. The audio had also kicked in and from my laptop speakers the muffled sounds of a woman struggling. The navigation bar at the top of the page had buttons for Camera 1, Camera 2, Camera 3, and Camera 4. There was also a zoom button. Connor switched from Cameral 1 to Camera 3, assuming as I did that it was on the opposite side of the room. And there on the screen was a naked women strapped spread-eagle to a large wooden X. She had a red ball gag in her mouth and a black collar around her neck. Around her waist was a leather belt with a second strap attached to the front and running between her legs to her backside. A wire ran from under the strap by her vagina down to the floor where it connected to a small remote. She was covered with sweat and her breasts were heaving. "Holy shit, she's got a vib in her pussy!" I blurted. "I told you this site was different. But that's not the kicker. That woman there ... she's NOT a porn actress. She's some real person kidnapped off the street!" "You don't really believe that?" I said. "Believe it. And there are others. They have young girls ... and dudes ... like our age." The adrenaline must have kicked in because all of a sudden I didn't feel so drunk.

Part 2

Facility...

I was alone. For the moment. Had to get out of here. My daughters were depending on me. Oh god, the horrid things they had done to my babies. Have to stay focused. It was hard with the vibrator in my vagina. Luckily it wasn't touching me in the right spot to cause any real stimulation. But it was thick and long, filling me completely. When I was a kid I could do a trick where I would dislocate my thumb. It would freak out my friends. My parents forbid me to do it. "You'll cause permanent damage to your wrist." they would say. But now it was my only hope. I twisted my wrist and pulled against the strap. The pain was immense. And then ... pop! I felt my thumb dislocate. The rubber ball in my mouth muffled the scream, which was probably a good thing. Who knows if they were listening or watching? If they were, this was all for nothing. But I had to try.

With my thumb now less attached to the rest of my hand bones, my wrist was much narrower. It only took a painful pull to slip out of the strap. And with that, my right arm was loose. Quickly and painfully I reached across and undid the strap holding my left wrist. Next I reached behind my head and released the strap holding the ball gag in my mouth. That made it much easier to breath. Now I had a choice, try to fix my thumb (I could easily do it as a kid), undo my legs, or take out the vibrator. The vibrator was starting to have an effect between my legs, I could feel the wetness. So that was next. Using my left hand I unbuckled the strap connected at my stomach. It fell down between my legs, still attached behind my ass. As soon as the crotch strap was gone the vibrator slipped out and fell to the floor. Thank god! A minute or two later I had released the straps at my waist and ankles. I was free!

What now? Think Tammy, think! Was the exit door unlocked? I quickly moved toward the door. The last time I tried making a break for the door a shock to my neck brought me to my knees. I had to do something about this fucking collar. First check the door. Using my left hand I squeezed the thumb latch and was relieved to hear the bolt move. Do I dare peak out? No, not yet, first the collar. And maybe some clothes. And fix my thumb. I looked around. There was another door on the opposite side, smaller with a normal door knob. With great trepidation I twisted the knob and cracked it open. Bathroom, it was just a bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess and my body glistened. The black collar was a dark contrast against my light skin. I examined the collar, spinning the small box to the back and latch to the front under my chin. I could feel the two metal prongs pushing into my neck. The buckle was silver with an odd keyhole. There was no obvious way to release it and with my useless right hand there was no way I could try to pull it open (although I was sure that would be pointless anyway). I needed to fix my hand. Using the edge of the sink for leverage, I used my left hand to apply just the right pressure to the joint in my right hand. The pain intensified and radiated up my arm. Don't think, just do it. I pushed as hard as I could, and then screamed out so loud I was sure someone would burst through the door any second. But nobody did.

Ok, back to this collar. Other than some toilet paper, the bathroom was empty. I went back out into the main room and looked around. There was a noise and I panicked for a second. It was just the vibrator, still buzzing on the floor. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. Opening one of the cabinets I found all kinds of bondage and torture items, including leather cuffs. This could work. I returned back to the mirror and unbuckled the cuff. With the small box on the collar facing forward again, I slipped the leather between the metal prongs and my neck. It was a tight fit and made the collar even less comfortable, but hopefully the leather was thick enough to insulate the shock. Lastly I re-buckled the cuff so it was looped on the collar over the small box and then shifted it all around to the back of my neck.

Ok, time to leave. As headed toward the door I glimpsed what looked like black lingerie on a shelf. I was still totally naked so any clothing would be better than none. Unfortunately what looked like lingerie turned out to be bondage clothing. The panties were black leather and had a zipper down the center. They would have to do, and surprisingly they fit. The rest of the stuff was nothing more than mesh and straps, providing little to no actual coverage. I opted to skip that and remain topless. Had to get out of here and find my girls. No more time to waste. I pressed the latch and cracked the door open. On the other side was a stark hallway. Nobody was there.

House...

"Holy shit, did you see that? She's escaping!" Connor exclaimed. The woman strapped to the large frame had somehow gotten one hand free and was in the process of undoing the other straps. We both watched intently. I had to admit, I had never seen porn like this before. I mean, I didn't normally look at the BDSM sites but I knew they weren't like this. "Turn up the volume." I said. She was removing the strap between her legs now. "Fuck that vibrator is huge!" "This can't be real. No way." But if it wasn't real, the woman was an amazing actress. She was breathing heavy, covered in sweat, eyes darting around with actual fear. By now she was totally free and moved toward the door. Connor switched the camera view. Instead of leaving she turned and headed across the room to another door which opened to a bathroom. "Click the zoom button." Connor did and the view of the far wall enlarged enough to see partially into the bathroom. The woman was inspecting the black collar around her neck. Then she did something with her hand which caused her to scream so loud that Zoe heard from downstairs. "What are you two perverts watching up there?" "Come up and see for yourself bitch!" Connor responded.

We continued to watch. "Now what's she doing?" The woman had retrieved a leather cuff and was attaching it to the collar around her neck. "I have no clue. But god dam, she's hot. Look at that ass." "She looks older, like old enough to be a mom." I responded. "You think? Maybe. Hard to tell. Regardless, I do her in a second." "Who would you do in a second?" We both turned to see Zoe standing in the room behind us, hands on her hips. "Ah, nobody ... I mean you babe, I only want to do you." Connor actually seemed flustered for a second. Zoe moved closer and looked at the screen. "Porn? That's what you wanted me to come up and see? You two are sick!" she giggled. The woman on the screen pulled on some black panties and then headed for the exit. The three of us watched as she hesitantly opened the door and then slipped out.

"So what movie is this anyway?" "It's not a movie, it's a live stream" I replied. "Wow, looks kinda intense. There's a lot of kinky stuff in that room." "Zoe's into the kinky stuff." "I am not!" and she pushed Connor in the back of the head. "You guys ready to come down and eat some pancakes?" Food was the last thing on my mind at the moment. "Switch to a different room." "Really guys, I've been slaaaa ... ving over a stove for hours and all you want to watch are tied up naked chicks? Really!" "Come here babe, sit on my lap." "What, so you can get a free lap dance?" I laughed at that one. "Come on sweetheart, watch with us." "Fine." Connor shifted his legs and Zoe sat sideways on his lap. Then he clicked the menu and selected 'Dorm 1'. The image switched to what looked like a living room. There was a large sofa and a flat screen on the wall. Between the TV and sofa were two black half barrels side by side, a few feet apart. Behind each half barrel was a curved pole. Zoe seemed to shiver "have you ever seen anything like those? It doesn't look like fun. Connor, I'm not sure I like this site." He switched the camera and a dining table for two came into view. "There's nobody in this room" I said. Under the main menu there were three additional buttons; Living Room (currently highlighted), Bedroom, and Bathroom. "Try the bedroom."

The lighting in the Bedroom was a bit dimmer but it was still easy to see everything. There were two beds. One was empty, but not the other. Two girls, one spooning the other, seemed to be asleep. It was a single size bed but they managed to fit. They faced the wall, away from the camera. There was no blanket. Each was wearing skimpy white panties and a tight white tee top. The ass cheeks and the side of the one girl's breast were clearly visible. They were definitely younger than the chick from the other room. "This is creepy" Zoe said breaking the silence. "I have to agree." I added. "Connor, what kind of web site is this? And how did you find out about it? Those girls don't look old enough to be in a porno." "How is not important. It's like a Peeping Tom's wet dream." he answered Zoe. "The trick of it is ... supposedly ... those girls aren't acting." "What's that mean, not acting? Of course they're acting." "Not from what I've read, it's for real, they've been kidnapped." "And you thought I'd be into this?" Zoe stood up. "Connor, turn it off! Right now!" She was notably upset. "Zoe ... Zoe, calm down. It's no big deal. It's just ... never mind, I'll turn it off and we'll forget about it. Let's go eat some pancakes."

Just then a noise emanated from the laptop speaker, like something falling on the floor, and the two girls stirred. "What's going on up here? What's all the yelling about?" Grace, looking rather sleepy, stood in the doorway. I didn't know whether to keep watching the screen or respond to Grace. "Nothing ... I mean everything is fine Grace. But ... I don't think you should see this. Your parents would be pissed if they knew I let you watch this shit." Zoe said. "Why, what it that?" Grace moved closer to look at the screen. "Grace, really, don't. Connor, close the laptop." "Oh my god! Oh my god ... I ... I ... I know those girls." The two girls on the screen had both sat up on the bed against the wall with their knees pulled up. They seemed scared. "Wait, you know who they really are?" "They ... They go to my school. They've been ... missing. It's all over the news. What is this you're watching?" The two girls were talking to someone off screen but for some reason the sound had cut out. "It's a live streaming web site. Do you know their names?" Zoe asked. Grace pointed "Her name is Jennifer McCarran. And her name is Tina Linden. They disappeared a few weeks ago. Two other girls and a boy are also missing, but everyone thinks they just took off with their mom to get away from the dad for some reason. But it's all anyone talks about these days. I think that's why my folks sent me here for the week." "Look! It's the woman from the other room!" I blurted. The girls were now sitting on the edge of the bed and we could see the mostly naked older woman talking with them. "Do you know who she is?" Connor switched the view so Grace could see the woman's face. "No, I don't recognize her. Why is she dressed like that?" "Turn up the volume; I want to hear what they're saying." Connor fiddled with the volume slider. "It's at max. Something must be wrong with the audio or the stream."

"We need to call the police." Zoe said in a shaky voice. Grace nodded her head " ... call 911." "Wait, let's just think for a minute. Noah, when are your parents getting home?" "Tomorrow afternoon, why?" "Because I'm thinking maybe we should wait until they get home before the police show up at your front door." "Oh fuck, how am I going to explain to my parents why we were watching this in the first place?" "If we call the police they're going to involve your parents anyway. In fact, they're going to involve all our parents." Connor added. "But ... but ... w ... we have to call the police!" Grace stuttered. She was notably shaken. "Those girls have been missing for weeks. They've been kidnapped!" "Grace, I think the boys are right. We need time to think. We should wait until tomorrow. Look..." Zoe nodded toward the screen. " ... the girls, Jennifer and Tina, right? They look fine." The older woman opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a white tank top. She proceeded to pull it over her head. It was much too small and barely contained her breasts. For that matter, the clothing was super tight on the other girls also, the shape of their breasts clearly visible.

Grace stared at the laptop, thinking. "I ... I guess they're Ok for now. But you promise we'll contact the authorities tomorrow?" "Yes." Connor and I said in unison. By now all three women had walked out leaving the room on the screen empty. "But there's still the issue of our parents." "What if we do it anonymously? We'll call but not give our names." "Can we do that?" I asked. "That would solve the problem about our folks finding out." "I don't know. This is really serious shit. Don't you think the cops will just trace the call?" We all started arguing. Finally Connor stood up. "Everyone Shut Up! We've been drinking and we're tired. I vote we crash for the night and tomorrow morning we can decide what to do." There was silence for a moment and then one by one we all nodded in agreement. "Everyone can sleep here. The girls can take my sisters room and Connor, you get the couch." "Ok, I'll text my mom and let her know that Grace and I are staying over." Zoe pulled out her phone. Plus, we have pancakes already made for breakfast!" We all smiled. And with that, Connor closed the laptop.

Part 3

Facility...

As instructed, I returned to the room marked Wardrobe where earlier that day my adventure at Jack and Zane's facility had all started. And what a day it had been! First I shoved my dick down the throat of that teenage cock tease Elizabeth Williams, and then I fucked her mom. I was hoping Jack would let me stay overnight, but who knows what the 'crazy' Hasting brothers would let me do next. The dressing room was empty so I sat and waited. About two minutes later Jack returned. "Sorry I'm late. So, you've enjoyed yourself, yes?" "Are you fucking kidding me? This has been the most amazing day of my life!" "That's good to hear. You do realize though that you're in deep now. There's no going back, if we go down, you go down. I'm talking life in prison ... or worse." "Should I be concerned?" I asked with sudden trepidation. "Not as long as you remain silent about this facility. I just want you to understand the gravity of your position." "I understand and I can handle this. You can trust me." He patted me on the back. "I know I can Hank. If you're ready I can take you home now?" "Actually I was hoping I could stay overnight? Maybe have some more 'fun' tomorrow?" "Not this time ... Zane's still not convinced it was a good idea to bring you here in the first place. But don't worry, he'll come round. Why don't you get dressed, I'll wait."

Ten minutes later I was back in the van wearing the black-out glasses, just like the ride before. "Are these still necessary?" "It's really for the best that you don't know the location, really." For the next five or ten minutes neither of us spoke. The silence was broken when Jack's cell phone rang. "What's up?" he answered." I recognized the muffled voice on the other end as Zane's. "Yes, but we're only about eight miles out." "Really ... you're joking, no way?" Jack listened while Zane continued to explain something. He spoke for what seemed like an eternity. "Are you sure about this?" Zane sounded very excited. "Ok, we're turning around now. Don't do anything until I get back." I felt the van slow and then turn sharply. "What's going on?" "Looks like you'll be staying for the night after all." "Why, what happened?" I repeated. "And can I take off these fucking glasses, they're really annoying!" Jack was silent for a moment. "Jack?" "Shut up, I'm trying to think." "Jack ... Glasses?" "Yes, fine, take them off. Just let me think."

We drove on in silence. There was nothing to see but the desert scrub. I had no idea where we were. Finally Jack spoke. "So we've had a couple of interesting events occur over the past thirty minutes. For one, Tammy Williams tried to escape." "Wait, she escaped? How? I strapped her to that old wooden 'X'. There's no way." I was suddenly concerned that returning to the facility might not be in my best interest. "First of all, I said she 'tried' to escape. And don't worry, it's not your fault ... the video shows her getting a hand free by dislocating her thumb. God dam that must have hurt. Anyway, I guess she went looking for her daughters but ending up in the dorm room with Tina and Jen. Not sure how she got the code to the door. Maybe overheard me and Zane talking – hmmm, I did mention that I had changed the code to that door. Where could she have been hiding? Somewhere in the hallway." Jack seemed to be talking to himself more than to me at this point. Like he was trying to solve a mystery. "So where is she now?" "Oh, when Zane realized she had gone missing from the Lounge he went back to the command center and located her via the video cameras. Then he remotely changed the door code so she was trapped." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You said a couple of things happened?" "Yes ... yes I did. Need to contact our associate in the Midwest." He was still talking to himself. "Jack! What the FUCK is going on!" Finally he focused on me. "So you know how we've been live streaming from all the rooms, right?" "Sure. Although I still don't understand how you keep our identities hidden?" "Oh, well Zane acquired some government facial tracking software and modified it to distort the face and head of any person not wearing one of our special shock collars." "Wow, impressive." "It is, but that's not the most impressive feature of our streaming site ... For anyone to view our video streams, they have to download our custom browser. And when they install the browser, let's just say a few other bits of code also get installed, deep, deep within the OS." "Like malware?" I asked. "Yes, very advanced shit. Coded by Zane, he really is a genius." Jack made a turn off the main road onto an unpaved dirt road. "So what does it do?" "It listens and records!" "Records what?" "Anytime someone is using our browser, the PC's mic and camera are silently enabled. The video and audio are uploaded to our overseas server farm where the data is automatically analyzed for specific keywords." "So we're spying on anyone who pays us to view the girls?" "Basically, yes. We need to know when someone out there recognizes the women. The analysis software looks for any references to their names, or other words such as Police, Cops, Authorities, 911, you get the idea."