WritesNaughtyStories Posted June 6 Share Posted June 6 Brett clicked off the stream. It was bullshit. Some guy with a shitty camera and a girlfriend desperate for internet approval film himself rough fucking her throat. 'Can't rape a bitch and put anything in her mouth - you'll get bit.' He gave a snort and rubbed the scar on his finger. 'It's the hard lessons that stick.' He found FeeDtheUrgE.tv and saw they'd pay for content. "Let's see how extreme they really are." He ran up every security measure he could think of and filled out the form, using the Internet to translate it to Russian. Never know what's a trap. When he got a reply - also in Russian - and a thousand dollar Bitcoin transfer, Brett sat for a long moment, before using a secure, private network to translate the reply. It was instructions on where to route the feed, assurance of "upto 20 Bitcoin" payment, dependant on quality. That was enough to put Brett to work. Cameras were easy. Quality, small and wireless wasn't even that expensive. Finding a hacker to get the cameras connect to the transit authority network took more work but way less money than he expected. Setting up the car took a week of early morning and late night rides. Doing one thing and otherwise being a passenger. Scanning the crowd, noting faces. At home, he'd review the footage, and the next day adjust an angle, check for a face, mark a spot on the floor with a wad of gum. Brett jerked off five times a day, practiced on drunk strippers and lost college kids to improve his stamina and loads. He could see why movies cost hundreds of millions of dollars. When the day came, he "forgot" his phone, put two bungee cords and an extra belt in his coat pockets and made his morning ride. At the far end he stopped for a coffee and jerked off in a convenience store bathroom. It was easy, thinking about tonight. People watching. The money. Dumb cunt not even knowing she was going to star in "The Rape Train" Brett spent the rest of the day at the library, dozing, reading, dozing some more. Waving pleasantly at the librarians as he left. Lunch from a reasonably priced restaurant. Blow a load in their sink. A movie. Nut on the floor. By midnight he was back on the train. The surveillance camera was looped thanks to the hacker. The three cameras were ready and he recorded his intro. Just his voice, his slip-on sneakers in the bottom of one frame "Tired of bullshit rapes on so called extreme porn sites? Tonight, "Rape Train" gives you the real thing. Live." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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