Sarah entered the small, local computer store. A ding erupted as she stepped over the threshold. The employee at the register looked up at the sound. He looked to be about mid 40s: white, button up pale blue shirt with a noticeable ketchup stain on the front pocket, thinning brown hair...
"Welcome...Did you need help finding anything?" He said.
"Actually, I'm looking for a webcam...It needs to be HD and compatible with a Mac." Sarah responded.
The man walked out from behind the counter, he looked her right in the eyes. His green eye pierced into hers. Sarah looked away. He then turned, without saying a word and walked down an aisle. He stopped about half way down and grabbed a box off the shelf.
"This should do the trick," He said. He handed her the box. "It has all the specs you're looking for."
"Thanks," Sarah replied, taking the box from him.
They walked up to the counter to get rung up. "Okay, now I just need a little bit of info from you," The man said. "My name is Charles, what's yours?"
"Umm..." Sarah said.
"For our records only," replied Charles.
"Oh, It's Sarah." She said.
"Last name, phone number, zip code...in case you need to return it, we like to keep this information on file."
"Waverly, 777-4356, 80801" Sarah recited.
"Great, that will be 49.17," Charles said.
Sarah handed him a $50. Charles grabbed it from her hand, but as he did, he allowed his fingers to caress hers and lingered for a bit. Sarah faked a polite smile and cleared her throat.
"You know what, you can just keep the change," She said, now slightly weirded out by the dude. She turned and left with her new camera.
Later that night, Sarah was testing out her new camera on a website called ChatnFap.com. Basically, the idea is that the model performs for a room full of strangers who then send her tips in the form of tokens. The camera seemed to be working well, she was getting all sorts of compliments on it.
Sarah had reached her first tip goal, so she disrobed and continued chatting, every so often squeezing her nipples to make sure they stayed hard and perky. Just then, Sarah heard a crash downstairs. She jumped. Sarah looked into the camera with fear in her eyes, "I think someone just broke into my house," She told her audience.
Someone tipped 5 tokens with a tip comment: "I hope they rape you."
Sarah's heart began pounding. The door to her room busted open and he screamed. It was Charles from the computer store.
"Just here for a customer satisfaction survey, baby," He said.
Sarah was petrified. She couldn't move or talk. Several of her followers chimed in on the chat, "Are you okay?" "Whats going on?" but she couldn't respond.
Charles sauntered into the room and pulled a machete from the sheath on his side. He sat behind Sarah and wrapped his legs around her waist and hooked his feet under her legs, so she couldn't get away. He held the machete in his right hand and pressed it to her throat. Ding Ding Ding Ding The tips started rolling in. The viewers thought it was a scene. Charles hooked his left arms under hers and grabbed her tit with his other hand. He whispered in her ear, "Let's not disappoint our audience, pick up your rabbit vibrator and use it...now."
Sarah gulped as she reached for the vibe. As she inserted it inside herself she was surprised that her pussy was actually soaking wet. "What's wrong with me?" She thought to herself. As she fucked herself, the tips continued to roll in, along with a mixture of comments, some out of concern and some of a much darker nature. She thrust the toy in and out of her pussy as Charles squeezed her tits hard and bit her ear. The fact that he could slit her throat at any second actually turned her on more.
Sarah looked at the number of people in the room, she was up to 2000 viewers. This was the most that she had ever had and since she was an exhibitionist this turned her on more. Sarah began to orgasm on camera with a knife to her throat. The sound of the tips were a soundtrack to her sweet surrender.
Charles moved to Sarah's side. He rose up onto his knees, his hard cock right in her face. He took the machete and moved it gently from the left to the right of Sarah's throat, spilling blood down her tits. Sarah's eyes widened with fright. She instinctively reached for her neck and tried to cover up the wound with her hands, but to no avail. At this point, the viewership dropped to 1800...people were still watching. Charles grabbed her hair and pulled her head back; opening the wound more. He thrust his cock into her throat hole and fucked it violently and Sarah choked on her own blood. Blood ran out of her nose which soon mixed with semen and became a pink goo. The chat room was silent. There were no more tips or comments, just people watching in horror as this nightmarish scene unfolded before them.
Charles wiped himself off on the sheets, and left.
