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Stupid Maria

by Orestes

for Jenny
I'm sorry

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Who do I think I'm kidding? You're reading this on a site called
stupidmaria.com - a so-called reality-style porn site about me
and how stupid I am. So I'm thinking what's the use in trying to
convince you that I'm not stupid?

I don't know why my new webmaster (or do I call her webmistress
if it's a girl?) wants me to write this. It's not a rebuttal. If
I didn't want to be Stupid Maria, the best thing we could do is
take the damned site offline. But that's not what I'm doing. I'm
writing, in every little detail, an account of how I became...
this.

Really, I'm not stupid. But that's my face, and my name on the
web site. And it's pictures of my ass floating all over the
internet that drive traffic to the site. And it's videos of me
doing really degrading sex acts at some of the lowest moments of
my life that sell memberships. So I must be stupid, right?

It's really fucked up (pardon my language) that I'm left holding
the bag on this whole thing. It wasn't my idea. It didn't begin
like this at all. I was in a bad spot, and my boyfriend took
advantage.

The way it started was when I got fired at the grocery store. I
got "let go" for making too many mistakes. And you know, I'd just
as soon leave out this part of the story. It was a really bad
time, getting fired from that job. But I can't leave it out,
because she wants me to leave it in. What's the difference? It's
so god damned mixed up.

Anyway, I made some mistakes on the cash register. I can't
believe they have codes for six different types of lettuce.
Lettuce - seriously, if I asked you right now to identify six
types of lettuce by sight, could you do it ? Right.

So they moved me to bakery, and I did pretty good for a while,
until they started riding me about product rotation. The manager
was a bit of an asshole. He'd stop to "supervise" me, but really
he was just there to eyeball me. He was constantly trying to look
down my blouse when I was stocking shelves. I was too embarrassed
to mention it. I just ignored the bastard, which probably screwed
me in the end, because there were girls who messed up way worse
than I did, but they didn't take any shit, so they kept their
jobs.

This is one of the very few humiliating scenes from my life in
the last year that you won't find floating around the Internet as
a video. Me, getting fired from a crappy job. And I actually
cried. It wasn't so much the job itself, or even the money - that
part of it hit me later. It was the fact that this was a *really*
crappy job, and that *I* wasn't good enough for *it*.

I thought about my parents, and what they would say. Then I
thought about my friends - some of whom worked at the store.
Last, I thought about some of the bitchy girls who worked there,
and all the catty stuff they'd say when they heard about it. All
the while I'm sobbing away in the office of my lecherous
soon-to-be-ex-boss, he's probably thinking about how to get me
out of his office so that he can share the news of my firing with
the bakery manager.

Pretty girl - not too bright. Maybe she could clean houses, or
pick berries, or something.

I'm enrolled in college, for goodness sake. It's not like I have
to work minimum wage jobs for the rest of my life. Good thing,
too, because this was my third attempt at a crappy job, and I
don't think I'm cut out for it. That doesn't make me stupid. I'm
smart enough to write... you can see that. I can be witty from
time-to-time. I'm even smart enough to know that all my attempts
to prove how smart I am are just making my "stupidity" the
central issue of my existence, and I'm not coming out on the
winning end of the contest.

I had to let my parents know about the job. They had helped me
buy a new car, on condition that I would make the payments. Now
that deal was screwed. Hell, soon it'd be a challenge just to
afford gas to commute to school every day.

They love me, but I disappoint them sometimes, and I hate to be
around them when they look at me all sympathetic like that.

When I met Kevin on campus, he became a pretty good distraction
from it all. For one thing, he came with a whole other group of
friends, who didn't work at the grocery. Plus, there's nothing
quite like a new relationship to take your mind off of things. He
was a good looking guy, and he couldn't keep his hands off of me.
Seriously, during the first week of college, I don't know how
much time we spend kissing and groping in the hallways, or at his
place nearby. You know what it's like when you first hook up with
a guy.

He treated me really well. Money never seemed to be a problem for
him, which surprised me a bit. When I asked him about it, he
didn't try to conceal it.

"I build adult web sites."

"What?"

"Porn. Overseas mostly. I just repackage other people's content,
get it translated, and take a cut of the profits. It's good
money."

"I can see that, " I said, " but Jesus..."

"Hey, " he laid it out, shrugging his shoulders, " I like porn.
What guy doesn't? I'm making good money while I go to college,
and when I'm done, I won't be in debt. Listen, Maria, I like you
a lot, so I'm hoping you'll be okay with it."

And just like that, it became a non-issue. He spent money on me.
His apartment was convenient. We screwed like jack-rabbits, and
we chose not to feel guilty about it.

That was the brief place and time where everything was okay for
me.

Then that bitch Lori from the produce department transferred into
my computer science class, and I'm freaking because it brings
that whole ugly scene from the grocery store into my life again.
She knew she had my number as soon as she saw me there, and I
just sort of dissolved into my seat, wondering how long it would
take for her to get everyone in class thinking I'm stupid like a
cow.

I was right, of course. She'd snicker to everyone whenever I made
a mistake, and within a couple of weeks, some of the other
students were joining in. My only salvation was that the
instructor caught on to what Lori was doing, and she had my back.
Her name was Connie. A bit older, definitely a dyke, but she
looked out for me. A couple of times, I noticed that she did
little things to make Lori mess up her work. Well, it kept the
attention off me, anyway.

Now, down to the ugly truth of my happy little life at the time.
I mean, aside from Lori trying to mess me up, I really *thought*
I was doing pretty good. But I guess Kevin was itching to do a
little more than translate web sites. Without letting me know, he
had began posting pics and videos of me on the internet.

Now here's where you're going to have problems with my
credibility. You're going to wonder how I can even pretend that I
didn't know that he was taking sex videos of me and posting them.
How could I not know?

Well, some of them I did know about... but only about him taping
them, not posting them.

In my defense, I don't regularly cruise porn sites just on the
off chance that pictures of me will show up somewhere. Neither
does my family or friends (that I know of). Besides, lots of
people tape sex videos. Not all of them end up online. I know, I
know... most girls don't have boyfriends who build adult websites
either, point taken. I'll cop to being a little naive about it.
But then, you also have the advantage of knowing the ending to
the story already.

I remember when we made that first video -  the one he splashed
all over the place to promote the new site.

Kevin was all excited about this new digital camcorder he got. He
was a bit of a technophile. I guess it's a guy thing. He could
rattle off specs about his computer's bits and parts, his cameras
and his game systems, right off the top of his head, so this new
purchase really lit him up.

Another guy thing: the way all guys seem to have universal
agreement about what a good blow job should look like. It's like
there's some secret governing body somewhere that votes on the
accepted canon of fellatio. So when Kevin finally convinced me to
do it on camera, I shouldn't have been surprised when he went all
amateur director on me.

" Suck it slow first, good... now lick my balls... look up at the
camera. "

I put on a pretty good show, I think. I 'mmmm'd and unghhhh'd at
the right times, and pretended like I was worshiping his cock and
balls. I don't mean to say that I don't enjoy giving a good blow
job from time to time. It's just that when you have a camera
stuffed in your face, and you're conforming the known conventions
of the porn genre, it's takes on a more technical feel, and I
have to admit, a somewhat more degrading one too.

He slapped my face with slobber-covered dick while I lolled out
my tongue.

Still sort of in that foreplay zone, and yeah, degrading.

It's true what the feminists say about sexuality. You have to own
it. If I were truly enjoying what I was doing, and doing the
exact same things, there'd be nothing to be ashamed of. It'd be
empowering, almost. It's when it's clear that you're reluctant
... that's when people look at you like you're a bimbo. Why would
you do it if you're not enjoying it? Because he told you to?My
face was reddening, and Kevin was playing it up.

As I began to pick up the pace, taking more of him into my mouth,
he took hold of the back of my head with one hand, and controlled
the pace. When he really got into it, he pulled my head down
hard, and gagged me a couple of times.

" Don't stop Maria, " he insisted. " That's right. Let me go
deeper. Just keep looking at the camera."

Now gasping for breath, and choking out excess drool, I became
nothing more than a masturbation aid for Kevin... like one of
those silly plastic vaginas you see at a sex store...him holding
my hair tight now, and yanking my head up and down at his favored
pace.

We all know the ending to this kind of scene, right? It's the one
where he pops his cock out of my mouth, and sneers down at me
while he jerks himself off over my waiting tongue. I moan, and
groan, and make all the welcoming sound, despite the fact that
anyone watching the tape would see me still gasping, shaking a
bit, and clearly a bit embarrassed by what I'm doing.

When he came, the first rope of sperm crossed my nose, and stung
my left eye. After that, he was pretty much on target at my
tongue.

" Oh, yeah, take it, you fucking cocksucker, " he narrated the
moment.

The tape was almost done, so I accepted the inevitable ritual of
him slapping his spent penis over my face, at first spreading his
cum, and then mopping it up and directing it back to my mouth. As
all good cocksuckers know, porno blow jobs end with a girl
cleaning up all the cum and cocks.

And when the camera shut down, we were back to being considerate
to each other. It didn't bother me any. As I say... it's a guy
thing.

Not all of the tapes were that choreographed. He caught some of
our regular sex on tape too, when I didn't know the camera was
on. I think it became a bit of a game for him.

Somewhere along the line, it inspired his marketing strategy.

Stupid Maria

Jesus, why did he have to use my real name, and other real
details about me too, for that matter? I think he just got caught
up in the game, and that naturally led to the theme. Sex scenes
taped of my dumb girlfriend who doesn't even know I'm posting it.
This'll make her look pretty stupid, I imagine him thinking. And
now, let's see how far I can push it.

Kevin began to push me a bit sexually. He asked for anal, which
at first I steadfastly refused. He did convince me to pose for
some still photos, and to do some striptease for him on video. He
approached me on his fantasy to include another girl in a
threesome.

Then he just worked at me. I'm pretty adventurous anyhow, so I
didn't mind pushing the boundaries a little. I think it was just
the way he pushed me around sexually that sometimes made me feel
self-conscious or about it. So by the time he made the tapes, it
always seemed just a little bit forced, which, again, made me
look like a doormat, embarrassed, and stupid.

He wasn't complaining about how the tapes turned out. Me looking
a bit reluctant and ashamed was really a good thing for his site.

The only time we did anal (over some amount of protest on my
part, and nagging on his), he really set it up like a special
occasion. He set up one camera behind the bed, so that he could
tape me being entered, and another at the head of the bed, so
that he could see the look on my face when he did it to me.

" Is all this really necessary?"

" I've got to get it on tape good, just in case you decide not to
do it again for me. "

" What do you mean, 'Just in case'... there's no way I'm agreeing
to this again. "

" So you see my point..."

I shrugged. I'd already sort of committed to this, after he
bought me something nice, or had a nice visit with my parents or
something. I can't remember what. But he had been nagging me
about it off and on, and I offered it up as a reward.

Now I had to pay up.

He had me crawl up onto the bed, wearing just a bra and panties.
I felt kind of silly up there on my hands and knees while he
adjusted his cameras. Then he became Mr. amateur porn director
again.

" Reach back and play with yourself. "

The front camera probably caught an eye-roll from me. He wasn't
letting me off the hook easy, I knew already. I reached back and
began to rub myself through the cotton of my underwear.  Knowing
he was getting it on tape made me a little shy to masturbate, but
also added to the excitement a bit. Before long, I pulled the
fabric to one side, and made quite a spectacle of myself rubbing
my wet pussy for what turned out to be a fairly large audience on
the internet.

" Keep rubbing. I'm going to lube you up now, " he told me. He
pulled my panties down around one of my ankles now. I heard the
spurt of the lubricant as he loaded it onto his finger, and knelt
beside me on the bed.

Then, to my humiliation, he made quite a scene of playing with my
exposed ass on camera. He slopped the lubricant gel against my
exposed rear hole. It felt cool at first. Then he began to finger
my asshole, gently but insistently.

" Don't turn your head, " he reminded me, " keep your face
towards the camera." He wanted all the footage. He wanted to
capture my raised rear end as he violated it for the first time
with his fingers. He also wanted to catch every expression on my
face... arousal, discomfort, shame. By the time he was pressing
two and three fingers in at a time, I was whimpering a bit,
wincing when it got to be too much.

" Almost ready? " he asked, as if my answer even mattered. He was
getting pretty anxious to do me, I could tell.

" Yeah. " I answered. Ready to get it over with.

He lubed up his cock in a hurry, and then took position behind
me. The camera was down low, and he checked the angle again on
the screen before he positioned his prick against my opening.

" This is going to be sweet." And then he pushed in. He'd lubed
me well, so he had no trouble getting his cock at least part way
into me. I just wasn't prepared for how much discomfort there was
in this sex act. I mean, maybe I knew in theory that it'd be a
bit on the difficult side, but I'm sure my reaction on tape will
betray my surprise at just how painful it was for me to lose my
anal virginity with a guy as well-endowed as Kevin is.

" Oh Jesus, oh jesus... it hurts... stop... fuck..." I squealed.
He paused, but wouldn't pull back. The way he gripped me told me
clearly that there was no way he was going to give up his prize.


Then, little by little, he pushed his full length into me,
pausing a bit when I complained too loudly, but never relenting.
As much as he was clearly enjoying the feel of my ass, I think
that later he enjoyed the view from the other camera much more.
When he posted the video, most of this scene focused on my facial
expressions... the way I winced, bit my lip, and breathed in
jagged little gasps when he forced in another inch.

" You're so smooth, so tight, " he groaned. I could tell he was
very aroused, and I just hoped he would cum quickly, before he
abused my poor anus much further.

" Play with yourself some more, " Kevin instructed.

" No... " I protested. Despite my previous state of arousal, all
thoughts of getting myself off had faded to the background when
he shoved himself up my ass. But this was what he wanted... the
control of not only screwing my ass, but forcing me to enjoy it.

Kevin was insistent, and I just wanted it over now, so if this
was going to help him to cum, I gave in, and began to finger
myself again. I felt the humiliating burn of him *requiring* me
play with myself while he screwed my ass. It was hard, even a bit
frustrating, to get keep myself horny, while he began to rock
back and forth with little jabs into my bowels.

Concentrate, Maria, I told myself.

But Kevin didn't make it easy. He was getting close himself now,
and wanted to weave a little verbal abuse into the mix.

" Are you getting butt fucked, Maria? Huh ?"

" Yes. "

" Are you enjoying it ?"

What was I going to say? "Yes"

" Tell me you want it in the ass."

Shut up, I wanted to say. Just let me get myself off so that you
can have your way, and we can be done. Instead, I played along.

" Yeah. Fuck my ass. Screw my butt hole. Jesus, you're so fucking
big... "

I shuddered a bit. The dirty talk was actually helping me along,
and it seemed to be getting Kevin off too. His rhythm picked up,
doubling my discomfort, but signaling that the end was near.

" Fuck it hard, " I forced myself to say. " That's it. Oh, fuck,
I'm gonna cum with you in my ass, baby. Oh god, yeah, fuck it..."

On the video, following these words, my eyes flicked open with
something like surprise that I was beginning to cum. It was an
intense, dirty, shameful orgasm, accompanied by squealing, and by
me begging him to dump his load in my ass. Which he promptly did.

Even after he had cum, and he popped his dick out of my ass, he
wasn't quite finished with my degradation. All I wanted to do was
catch my breath, collapse on the bed, and have him turn off the
fucking cameras. He was pulling out the still camera to get some
shots of my abused butt hole and of his semen dripping out. I
shuddered involuntarily every time I heard the digital camera
flash.

It was those photos (and other nudes he wrestled from me) that
made their way onto newsgroups and porn promotional sites. There
were little video clips too, with me looking all reluctant, or
embarrassed, or completely unaware. Each one was stamped
unceremoniously with big block letters - WWW.STUPIDMARIA.COM

Only I never saw the site. I never knew the whole story until
later.

I did get a sneak preview of the kind of humiliation that would
later come in larger measure. The first taste came from - who
else? - Lori in my computer science class. We were probably six
weeks into the semester, and Lori and I had been working under a
ceasefire forced by Connie - who made it clear early on to Lori
that I was under her protection.

That is, until Lori found the A-bomb ... pictures of me posted on
the internet. I don't know how much she had seen at the time, but
it was enough that on a Tuesday in class, she had a small crowd
gathered at her workstation. I knew instantly that I was the
target. I'd sort of gotten used to that. I had radar for it now.
But this wasn't like the other times. Lori was absolutely
glowing, and the regular fear she felt for Connie was non
existent.

I waited it out for a few minutes, but the crowd was beginning to
grow, and I could hear some of their comments... incredulity...
disbelief...

" That's not her... could it be? ... no way..."

It was enough commotion that Connie shortly stepped in. I was
ready to see my classmates disperse, but they were still crowded
around the terminal. I rose, curious now, and started in that
direction.

Connie was displacing Lori at the center of the scene. I could
see her struggling to understand what was on the screen, then in
a moment that can I still see frozen in time, she raised her
glance, and we locked eyes. I panicked. This was something
serious.

When I stepped that direction, the crowd finally began to clear
out, giving me a view of the corner of the screen.

It looked like it was a porn site, but I didn't get enough time
to see what was on the screen. Connie was shutting it down.

" What the hell is it?" I demanded of one of the nearby girls,
who up to this point had been sort of neutral in my fight with
Lori.

" Why don't you ask your boyfriend ?" Lori answered for her.

I turned to leave. It was too much.

" Maria... " Someone was calling my name as I left the room. I
almost didn't hear it over the wave of nausea that was washing
over me. I think it was Connie.

I ran to Kevin's place, just off campus. I was completely out of
breath for my accusations by the time I burst through the door.
My breathlessness worked nicely to Kevin's advantage. He slipped
into fast-talking mode right away to explain how a picture of me
had ended up on the net. I barely had the accusation out before
he started his next con.

" Jesus, Maria... I had no idea that one was going to show up
here. It was on a European site. Poland, actually. It isn't even
a nude. Let me show you..."

He was so well prepared. Scary. Kevin pulled up a site, and sure
enough, it was a foreign site. I was on the splash page (he
called it) - where you post a few suggestive, but not completely
raunchy, pictures to get guys interested. The picture of me was
really pretty tame. Just filler, he explained. I was in a
swimsuit, down at the local beach.

" It's on a fucking porn site, " I accused. " Anyone who sees
this is going to think that I'm *involved* with porn. "

" Look inside, " he said, typing in his access codes. " Even if
they go so far as to buy access, they'll find nothing to do with
you. This is professional stuff. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think
anyone would see it. I was just short one pretty girl, and I got
a bit of a kick out of putting my girlfriend on the page. Look...
I'm taking it down right now. "

And he did (as far as I know) - but I had no idea that this was
just a decoy for me. It was something to set my mind at ease. The
real site was just beginning to pick up peak traffic.

As I calmed down over a cup of tea (he was soooo playing
considerate and caring) he explained some more to me.

" Even if they were sure it was you, this'll die down in a week.
It was a swimsuit shot, for goodness sake. "

" How did she find it ?"

" I don't know, " said Kevin. " But maybe..."

" What?"

" Well, my friend Byron worked on this site too. I know he knows
Lori. Maybe he mentioned it."

" You're a dumb-ass, you know, " I told him, starting to calm a
bit. " You *and* all your high-flying porn buddies. Jesus. You
guys make all the money, and I'm the one with egg on my face with
Lori. Sweet deal. "

So this is where he just went for it. He knew it was just a
matter of time - maybe a couple of days, maybe a week, if I
stayed away from class - before his whole game was over. Kevin
had nothing to lose that he wasn't going to lose eventually
anyhow.

" Listen Maria, I'm really sorry you got dragged into this. But
now that we're talking about it, I wonder how open you are to
making some money for yourself on it..."

" Are you kidding me? I'm not doing porn. "

" Not like that, Maria, ... just, like that photo I posted. If I
keep it on the site, and you sign a consent, you'll earn a
modeling fee. Hell, I owe you that much, whether I keep your
picture on the site or not. I'm not talking about anything that
would mess up your life. Just some tame pictures, or..."

He trailed off, reluctant.

" What ?"

" Well, we could do something anonymous, amateur. We could tape
up a sex scene doing some of the stuff we've already talked
about. We could make some serious cash from something like that.
"

" Anonymous... how?"

" Like with your face covered. No way to see who you are. "

" What about your friend Byron?"

" I'd keep him out of the loop. Lori would have no way of
knowing. "

In retrospect, I have no idea why the proposal even got that far.
How was I supposed to trust a guy who had already posted a
picture of me without my knowledge? Still, I thought at the time,
he had been pretty upfront when I confronted him about it, and
lord knows, I needed the cash.

" And nothing too kinky?"

" Naw. Some boy-girl stuff, a little girl-girl. Maybe some light
spanking, but nothing serious. "

" I notice you're sneaking some lesbian stuff in there, " I
protested. " I never *really* agreed to any of that."

" That's what brings in the money. I'd get some industry people.
Nobody scummy. Trust me, I'd never let anyone I didn't approve of
touch my girl "

My cell phone rang. It was Connie. There was no way I wanted to
talk to anyone from class. I turned it off.

" How much money are we talking about ?"

Just like that, it went from a definite "no" to a "just maybe". I
saw the way Kevin and his friends lived. Money was never a
problem. I would have loved to be able to afford a car, or my own
tuition. And to do it without trying to find another crappy job -
just by doing some anonymous video for some foreign website that
no one was going to see - that really appealed to me.

I signed the papers. It really surprised me how many release
forms and financial agreements I had to sign.

" You just take a couple of days off. I'll arrange everything. "

It's hard for me to tell you about the sex scene that Kevin
organized for that weekend. I have two different versions in my
head. There's what I felt when I was doing it, and what I know
now that I've seen what he posted on the site. On the advice of
my webmistress, I'll just write about the filming right now.

When I was doing it, I was scared and disoriented (with a pretty
bulky blindfold over my eyes and face) but it was also really
excited. It was, by a mile, the most sexually adventurous thing
I'd ever done. It was liberating, in a way, to leave all the
arrangement to Kevin. I was just in a dark place, ready to have
some anonymous, uninhibited sex with strangers.

The blindfold was large, covering most of my face, and my ears
too. The sounds of Kevin setting up the room, and greeting the
other participants were somewhat muffled. The plan was for a
fairly short sex scene with one other guy and a girl. I was the
meat in the sandwich, so to speak.

" We're ready to go, " Kevin said from nearby. " Get on your
knees. Just follow along, okay."

It was odd, being quite this passive. I was naked and exposed,
and I was relying on a couple of strangers to lead me through
this. I felt some hands on me, gliding over my breasts, grabbing
my ass firmly. There was a pair of lips against mine, and I
kissed them in reflex. Guy? Girl? I didn't know. It didn't much
matter.

Soon, their hands went from exploring to leading... forcing me
into position. The guy guided my head to his waiting prick. I
swallowed him without question. The girl (I think) was behind me.
She fingered my pussy from behind. I heard her chuckle as my body
reacted to her touch. She had complete control of my arousal
level, and she knew it. While I continued to warm the guy up, she
began to tease me with little slaps to the ass.

" Mmmmm " I groaned, with the cock still in my mouth.

" Let's switch off, " suggested the guy impatiently.

He took position behind me. I could feel his strong grip on my
hips. This was it. I was going to be fucked on camera by a guy
who wasn't my boyfriend, and I was actually kind of into it. The
girl pulled me forward into her pussy. I guess I should have
expected it, but I have to admit, I wasn't fully prepared to have
her demand attention so aggressively. She was clearly pretty
excited. Her lips were moist and swollen with arousal. I did my
best to keep up with the movement of her hips.

I felt myself being filled from behind. His movements were less
gentle than before. He took me in one long thrust. I could feel
myself being stretched. He was larger than Kevin.

The girl ground herself against my face for a good long time,
forcing my tongue deep into her. I don't know if she came this
first time around, but she definitely wasn't done yet. She turned
around and leaned forward on some piece of furniture, pushing her
ass back into my face. The guy gave me a hard slap on the behind.

" Lick her ass, " he commanded.

I was too far gone to be shy now. This whole scene had gotten me
so horny, I probably would have gone along with most anything. So
when I began to worship the girls rear hole, it was with a fair
amount of enthusiasm.

" This is fucking great, " Kevin encouraged from the sidelines. I
was glad he was enjoying it. I had never felt sexier.

The guy continued pumping me, ever harder and faster, punctuating
his thrusts now with slaps on either ass cheek. The girl was
nearly smothering me with her ass, she pushed it so hard into my
face. Towards the end, she switched back to having me suck her
pussy, and this time, I'm sure she came.

The guy pulled out just in time to jizz on my ass. He gave me a
parting slap before dismounting.

" Jesus, " Kevin said, close to my ear, " this whole thing made
me so fucking horny. Mind if I finish up in you?"

I nodded my head. I didn't mind. It made me feel like a slut, but
I didn't mind.

I felt him enter me. He seemed smaller now, maybe in comparison
to the other guys cock. He was clearly already pretty horny,
because he only lasted a couple minutes before he loaded me with
his cum.

And then it was over. By the time Kevin shut down the cameras and
took off my blindfold, the other actors were gone. Just as well,
I thought. It'd be an awkward introduction.

In the days following the sex scene, I guess I felt jittery. It
wasn't so much second thoughts... just it felt really weird that
I knew Kevin would be allowing other people to see it. And I
obviously had some mixed emotions about where it was taking our
relationship sexually... it had pushed us into territory that was
much more "his thing" than mine. But I did feel relatively safe
in the idea that no one could identify me from the scene.

Real life was trying hard to creep in. I took myself a long
weekend, but Kevin was working a lot on his computer, so I was on
my own. I went across town to do some shopping - on credit cards
- hoping I could afford it once the money started coming in. My
cell phone kept ringing. My parents - ignore. Connie - ignore.
Connie again - ignore. I was just hoping that whole situation
form computer science class would just go away, but she kept
trying. On her third call of the day I picked up.

" Hello. "

" Maria ? I've been trying to reach you. "

" Yeah, I've been kinda busy. What is it ?" I was short with her,
and hoped she'd get the hint.

" I wanted to talk to you about your website."

" It's nothing, " I said. " Kevin took that picture of me offline
anyway. No big deal. "

There was a short pause while she figured out how to tell me.

" I don't think you've seen *everything*" Connie warned. " Maybe
you should come over."

I knew right then that something was terribly wrong. I just
didn't know *how* wrong until I was at Connie's place. The
apartment was just what I expected for Connie, decidedly
unstylish and awkward. She was in her early thirties, and a bit
of a computer geek who had never quite detached from the college
scene - thus her job as an instructor, instead of going on to
some high-paying IT job. She had a friend over when I came.

I won't mention her name. She doesn't want it in here. She's
going to be a lawyer, and can't be associated with this whole
sordid scene. She's my new webmistress, by the way.

So Connie took me aside, and opened up stupidmaria.com for me.

It was all there. My entire relationship with Kevin, thrown open
to the world in more private detail than he had even shared with
me. There were candid photos from when we first met, and hidden
videos of our early sexual encounters, taped without my
knowledge. I also found the videos we had taken together that I
thought were private. The only thing missing from our
relationship was Kevin himself. He kept himself anonymous through
clever editing and digital blurring.

He spared me no such courtesy. His running commentary, sometimes
text, sometimes audio, placed each scene in the context of how
completely he had screwed me; how he had never loved me; how he
had, step by step, stripped me of my dignity, and fooled me into
participating.

And there, in a place of honor, was the coup de grace: the sex
video we had produced only days before. Now, through my tears, I
got to see the scene as he intended it.

The was nothing anonymous about it. The oversized blindfold he
had placed over my face was printed with the website address. It
identified me as clearly as anything. It also kept me in the dark
to the other indignities he had planned. I just about wretched
when I read his commentary.

The other girl from the video... the one who ground her ass and
pussy into my face so mercilessly... was identified not by name,
but as a "school rival" who was enjoying my humiliation. It had
the ring of truth, even though their faces were edited out. The
guy and girl who had dominated me were Byron and Lori. It was
almost too much to bear.

But there was more. I don't know how (or why) Kevin pulled it
off, but he seemed determined to take away every last shred of my
pride. At the end of the video, when I thought Kevin was
finishing himself off in my pussy, he had switched out with
another guy. It was like he was kicking me in the gut, right then
and there, when I read his commentary: " What the stupid little
slut doesn't know is that the man fucking her is an old
acquaintance. He used to be her boss, before he fired her for
being too much of a fuck-up. Sorry you had to put up with her
shoddy work, buddy. Hope a piece of her tail makes up for it."

I was inconsolable. I wondered how Lori was being rewarded at the
grocery store for doing the boss this kind of favor.

Connie tried to be reassuring, supportive, but all I could think
about was finding Kevin and confronting him.

" Maybe you'd better leave that to me, " said the other girl in
the room. I didn't know why she was even there. I didn't think
she was Connie's girlfriend. Too young, too pretty, too straight
looking. Out of Connie's league, really.

" No... I have to call him..."

" Given what he's done already, don't you think he'd just use the
opportunity to tape your distress, and publicly humiliate you
further. "

She was detached about it. Analytical. Connie said she was going
to be a lawyer. Something told me I should listen to her advice.

The girl went on. " You have a very good case, Maria. There's no
way he can justify this kind of misconduct in a court of law. Let
me rake him over the coals. Trust me, you'll get a lot more out
of it. "

She was right, of course. I'm letting her handle it now.

She's one tough girl. At first, Kevin put up a fight. He posted
some more personally identifying information on the web site.
Suddenly, my cell phone was ringing off the hook with freaks from
all over the world who had tracked me down. My e-mail was hit
hard too. I can't imagine how my parents handled it all when
people started to call there. It was a nightmare.

Then he got scared. She had connections at the courthouse, and
had the case bumped up. Soon, he'd have to answer for himself in
court.

So they negotiated. I wasn't there, of course, but when my
"lawyer" came back, she explained it all to me.

" It's all settled. "

" How much did we get?"

" It's... complicated. "

I didn't like the sound of that.

" You signed a lot of financial agreements with Kevin. You
clearly didn't understand them, but they came into play during
the negotiations. "

" What did they say?"

" Your share of the profits were to be calculated after you
covered all of the costs of the site. The costs were substantial.
"

" But he had to be making money..."

" Maybe indirectly. But stupidmaria.com was paying ridiculously
high referral fees to other sites. We could have pursued it, but
it would have made the whole legal process both lengthy and
expensive. "

The thought of this thing dragging on for months made me shudder,
and there's no way I could afford to fund a prolonged court
battle.

" So what did we get ?"

" We've severed ties with Kevin. I've consolidated the remainder
of your debt along with my legal fees, and put it all under my
name, so you don't have to deal with him at all. But the
important part is that we walked away with the website itself. "

" So we can shut it down. "

" Hear me out, " she said, detached and analytical as always. "
If we shut down the site, you have no way of recovering the money
you owe. Do you seriously want to go out and look for some
minimum wage job... with *this* on your resume... just so that
you can spend the next ten years trying to pay off your debt? "

I was crying again. I'm emotional these days.

" The site is actually bringing in decent money, " she continued.
" If we keep it running for another six months, you'll be in the
clear, and we'll have a good income from it. Then we'll see if we
can tone it down a bit... but frankly, the damage to your
reputation is already done."

" How... why ?" I sobbed. I don't know what I wanted to ask. My
new webmistress seemed to have all the details sown up.

" We'll have to keep a low budget for a while. We'll have Connie
manage the web page. We can't afford to pay her much, and she'll
be letting you live here too. Maybe the two of you can work out
some sort of... arrangement. "

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