Technology has made what I do much more difficult. There are frickin cameras everywhere. High definition to boot. Everybody is seemingly on edge and much more aware of their surroundings. Well, that is unless they are on their precious phones. The one time tech has actually made my pursuits a bit easier.

This particular instance I lucked out and found a parking lot that was relatively dark with, gasp, no security cameras near her minivan. She even forgot to lock her doors. Now she was just asking for trouble, like chicken and waffles together. Anyway, I watched her enter the KUM-AND-GO convenience store before I snuck into the back seat of her vehicle.

In the burgeoning darkness I was well hidden and equally well equipped. She made her way back to the vehicle with an energy drink and her face glued to her Galaxy something or another. I let her get buckled and the engine running before I quickly popped up and placed my switchblade to her throat. She gasped of course but my free hand had her mouth covered before she could scream bloody murder.

"Do as I say and we will have no problems understand?" She obviously had no choice but to nod the affirmative, which is exactly how I like it. I told her to drive and I held the blade close enough she could feel the prick with every ragged breath. Soon enough we had reached a well scouted out a piece of country that was devoid of much other than my campsite.

She pulled into thick grass and handed me the keys like a good girl. Next I handed her a pair of handcuffs and had her cuff her wrists behind her back. That kind of freaked her out but I was rather insistent. Now I hopped out and opened her door like a gentleman, well not exactly, I yanked her out pretty hard as she was now in no position to fight me.

She was rather striking. Dark shoulder length hair and hopelessly dark brown eyes. She dressed in something I would call business casual. Tan pants and heels with a creme colored blouse. She was in her early forties I guessed with a sophistication borne from years of education. In other words my favorite type of prey.

She kept relatively calm as I walked her to my base camp. I kept the knife at her side as a reminder of course. You never know what to expect from a desperate woman. When she saw the ratty old mattress she understood what she already suspected.

I shoved her face first onto the well used mattress and cuffed her ankles together. "We'll get to all that later sweetheart first I want to get everything ready for the stream. The screen on the laptop showed some sort of count down. Five minutes, then four, three, two, one.

"Welcome you sick fucks. I've got a new girl. Sign up and you too can participate." She couldn't make out what was on the screen, but his vile words told her more than enough. She laid on her elbow and let out a rather impressive scream. Unfortunately, it was absorbed somewhere in the trees and the vast nothingness, at least the camera trained on her caught her desperation.

The first request soon appeared. She's hot, can you gag her with her panties? SURE THING JERRY, AS SOON AS YOUR PAYMENT CLEARS.

"You hear that? Good old Jerry thinks you're hot. It's true sweetheart, but when we're done you're going to feel anything but." Just then the queue filled up with all manner of horrific requests, ideas, and general awfulness. The confirmed payments soon ran into the thousands. JERRY IS FIRST EVERYONE.

The cuffed woman tried in vain to get to her feet but it was a rather silly notion. "You gonna hop away like a bunny rabbit? Nah, you're going to stay right there and behave." He opened the switchblade again and repositioned everything so the camera could catch the action.

First he yanked down her fancy pants so they gathered at her heels. Then he carefully teased her thighs and cameltoe before snipping the waistband and relieving her of the off-white silk panties. She squirmed valiantly and was lucky she didn't get cut from the blade at her delicate lips.

THIS ONE'S FOR JERRY. He billed up the material and yanked her hair back until she cried out. Her mouth opened just enough for him to pass the panties past her lips and up against her tongue. Two firm strips of heavy duty duct tape sealed them in. She was certainly done making a racket and Jerry, well Jerry was done too.

It went like this for a while. She eventually had her clothes entirely cut off, her breasts were thoroughly groped and she was forced to cum via different sex toys. She was a bawling mess when the requests trickled to nothing. The final tally was probably her yearly salary. He made sure to tell her as he ripped the gag from her mouth and jammed his cock down her throat.

She immediately gagged and choked, she pulled at the cuffs holding her wrists behind her back so hard, she surely would be bruised for days if not weeks. He, of course, didn't care, in fact seeing her struggle in her restraints made him pump even faster. The control of having her as his captive, unable to say no or stop him was the panacea he sought. Finally his balls tensed and he unleashed his pent up load down her throat. He could almost feel himself leaving his body with every violent thrust, until his cock spewed out all that it had.

She finally found a way to control her breathing and managed to swallow the last thick spunk caught in her throat. He pulled out and rolled over beside her. "Looks like you're going to make me very rich bitch. Don't worry though, I'm sure someone will want me to fuck your pussy. Eventually."