the bed and sobbed uncontrollably.
25
Walston, Buckinghamshire
Miserable fucking day, thought Amy Coulson.
She lay on her bed gazing blankly at the ceiling, the residue of a headache still gnawing at the base of her skull. She’d taken two or three paracetamol during the day at work but they hadn’t relieved the symptoms much. It had been busy in the shop too, no time to sit and take it easy. Amy had worked at the Cottage Loaf bakery in Walston for almost six months since leaving school. She’d left with no qualifications so, her mum and dad had told her, she’d been lucky to get any job at all. It wasn’t particularly hard work and the people she served had got to know her and she liked many of them who came in on a regular basis. Especially the guy who worked at the mobile phone shop next door. He came in every day for his sandwich at lunchtime. Always tuna and sweet-corn. And every day he chatted to her. He had this particular day too but, she had noticed at the time, without his customary smile and, even more puzzling to her, he had barely looked at her even when she handed him the sandwich. Just one of those days, she’d thought.
The headache, she assured herself, was due to what she’d drunk and taken the previous night. She always got a hangover when she mixed her drinks and, the night before, she’d drunk more than usual. Perhaps, she mused, they’d slipped her something. Fuckers. Rich, arrogant fuckers. She sat up slowly and swung her bare feet onto the carpet, taking the two steps to her desk and the laptop perched there. She’d been talking to one of her friends on MSN when she’d been forced to lie down because of the headache and sickness but now they’d both subsided sufficiently, she went back to the computer and prepared to continue her conversation.
WTF DID U DO LAST NITE?
The message came through from another of her friends who had just signed in.
WENT OUT Amy typed in.
U MUST B RAW 2DAY.
Another message. She didn’t recognise the sender this time.
WHO R U? she typed.
CHECK OUT YOUTUBE another message told her.
WOT A SLAG trumpeted another message.
U MUST HVE N ARSEHOLE LIKE A CLOWN POCKET another offered.
UR ON YOUTUBE U SLUT. MEGAROTIC.COM IS GD. U SLAG.
The messages were flooding in now, most of them from names she didn’t recognise.
Amy frowned, minimised the communication and typed Megarotic into the search engine, gazing in bewilderment at the screen as the search results came up.
‘Adult content,’ Amy murmured and clicked on the entry. Two scantily clad blondes appeared holding signs that read share files and enjoy videos. There was a light blue sign announcing enter here. Amy clicked on it.
MEGAROTIC porn appeared before her. Below it there were thumbnails accompanied by descriptions.
‘Oh my God,’ she murmured.
The second picture in the column was of her own face.
SLUT GETS ASS FUCKED AT ORGY.
Amy could feel herself shaking. She prepared to click on the image, not really sure if she wanted to see it or not. Finally, she did.
SLUT GETS ASS FUCKED AT ORGY she saw displayed over the small screen where it announced buffering video. Amy waited. She heard the voices a millisecond before the image appeared and, instantly, she realised that she was looking at herself on the screen.
‘Oh, Jesus,’ she gasped.There was a section to the right of the screen marked RELATED VIDEOS. Amy saw her own image in all ten of the thumbnails there too. One of the captions was the same, another read DIRTY SLUT ENJOYS GANGBANG. Another proclaimed WHORE LOVES LESBO PLAY AND THEN ASSFUCK.
On the main screen, she could see herself writhing with pleasure, framed by the two girls she’d been with the previous night but their faces were pixelated out, only hers was visible, slicked with perspiration and contorted in pleasure. But this time, unlike the previous night, she could also see the other figures gathered around the bed. All male. All naked and all
25
Walston, Buckinghamshire
Miserable fucking day, thought Amy Coulson.
She lay on her bed gazing blankly at the ceiling, the residue of a headache still gnawing at the base of her skull. She’d taken two or three paracetamol during the day at work but they hadn’t relieved the symptoms much. It had been busy in the shop too, no time to sit and take it easy. Amy had worked at the Cottage Loaf bakery in Walston for almost six months since leaving school. She’d left with no qualifications so, her mum and dad had told her, she’d been lucky to get any job at all. It wasn’t particularly hard work and the people she served had got to know her and she liked many of them who came in on a regular basis. Especially the guy who worked at the mobile phone shop next door. He came in every day for his sandwich at lunchtime. Always tuna and sweet-corn. And every day he chatted to her. He had this particular day too but, she had noticed at the time, without his customary smile and, even more puzzling to her, he had barely looked at her even when she handed him the sandwich. Just one of those days, she’d thought.
The headache, she assured herself, was due to what she’d drunk and taken the previous night. She always got a hangover when she mixed her drinks and, the night before, she’d drunk more than usual. Perhaps, she mused, they’d slipped her something. Fuckers. Rich, arrogant fuckers. She sat up slowly and swung her bare feet onto the carpet, taking the two steps to her desk and the laptop perched there. She’d been talking to one of her friends on MSN when she’d been forced to lie down because of the headache and sickness but now they’d both subsided sufficiently, she went back to the computer and prepared to continue her conversation.
WTF DID U DO LAST NITE?
The message came through from another of her friends who had just signed in.
WENT OUT Amy typed in.
U MUST B RAW 2DAY.
Another message. She didn’t recognise the sender this time.
WHO R U? she typed.
CHECK OUT YOUTUBE another message told her.
WOT A SLAG trumpeted another message.
U MUST HVE N ARSEHOLE LIKE A CLOWN POCKET another offered.
UR ON YOUTUBE U SLUT. MEGAROTIC.COM IS GD. U SLAG.
The messages were flooding in now, most of them from names she didn’t recognise.
Amy frowned, minimised the communication and typed Megarotic into the search engine, gazing in bewilderment at the screen as the search results came up.
‘Adult content,’ Amy murmured and clicked on the entry. Two scantily clad blondes appeared holding signs that read share files and enjoy videos. There was a light blue sign announcing enter here. Amy clicked on it.
MEGAROTIC porn appeared before her. Below it there were thumbnails accompanied by descriptions.
‘Oh my God,’ she murmured.
The second picture in the column was of her own face.
SLUT GETS ASS FUCKED AT ORGY.
Amy could feel herself shaking. She prepared to click on the image, not really sure if she wanted to see it or not. Finally, she did.
SLUT GETS ASS FUCKED AT ORGY she saw displayed over the small screen where it announced buffering video. Amy waited. She heard the voices a millisecond before the image appeared and, instantly, she realised that she was looking at herself on the screen.
‘Oh, Jesus,’ she gasped.There was a section to the right of the screen marked RELATED VIDEOS. Amy saw her own image in all ten of the thumbnails there too. One of the captions was the same, another read DIRTY SLUT ENJOYS GANGBANG. Another proclaimed WHORE LOVES LESBO PLAY AND THEN ASSFUCK.
On the main screen, she could see herself writhing with pleasure, framed by the two girls she’d been with the previous night but their faces were pixelated out, only hers was visible, slicked with perspiration and contorted in pleasure. But this time, unlike the previous night, she could also see the other figures gathered around the bed. All male. All naked and all
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