Brian's hands shook as he hit send on the latest email. This was actually going to work. His heart was racing. He considered bailing out, not for the first time, but he stopped himself. This was too good to let go. He knew he wouldn't get caught. His proxy was untraceable, he knew that. Still, it was such a rush going through with it. There was guilt in there, too, somewhere, but it was buried under a mountain of lust and sadism.
He had just set his incredible young coworker Melody up to be gang-banged...and she didn't know. Brian had found an extreme fetish service online. People could contact this company and have them make their wildest sexual fantasies become a reality, but all in a controlled, discreet setting. Or at least, that's how it was supposed to work. Women (or men) could sign up to be "gang-raped" by this service, but with everything hashed out beforehand. How far they were comfortable taking it, what they wanted their safewords to be, etc. They wouldn't know the exact time or place of the "surprise," but they would know what was going on once it happened. It was a way to live out dark, dangerous fantasies, while still being safe about it.
Well, Brian had just successfully signed Melody up for this service, with her of course knowing nothing about it. He had gotten the idea after creeping on her internet browsing history at home. She always brought in her home laptop to work, and one day while she was at lunch he had installed a secret tracker on her computer that would record her browsing history. He hadn't had a particular reason for doing so, other than to kind of creep on her, but his action had paid dividends. Melody frequently watched forced gangbang and other submissive porn, and read erotic stories with similar themes, where the woman completely lost control and was sexually conquered and humiliated. After finding this, Brian couldn't quit imagining Melody in these scenarios. It was incredibly hot knowing she got off to the idea. Of course, fulfilling these fantasies was another beast entirely, and surely something she'd never take the step of doing. But he couldn't shake the idea.
When Brian first contacted the group posing as Melody, he was kind of just doing it for fun. He didn't really think it would happen, or that he would get away with it. But as he progressed through the process, he realized that he could actually make this happen. He was tech-savvy enough to fool them.
Outside of this, Brian was normally a pretty regular guy. He had a good job, and he didn't have bad luck with the ladies, either. In fact, he was pretty sure Melody was actually kind of into him. So he wasn't doing this as a spurned lover or anything of the sort. He simply wanted to see Melody, this wickedly attractive, quirky, funny, kind of shy, talented girl, become completely broken, fulfilling her darkest, most suppressed desires.. He knew it was fucked up, but it was what it was. He would derive infinitely more sexual gratification from this than from just hooking up with her, which he was pretty sure he could do. He guessed it had something to do with power, but he really didn't want to psychoanalyze himself.
Melody was a newish graphical design girl at his company. She was cool, if a bit shy and awkward. He was sure she'd be horrified if anyone knew about her fetish. She presented herself as so proper. She was actually someone he could see himself dating. She was recently graduated from college, and was a really talented artist, good at what she did. She got the job only weeks after graduating. She was maybe 5'5", with a slender, somewhat athletic build. He thought she was blonde naturally, but right now her long, wavy hair was dyed a vivid red. She wore bangs that were chopped off right above her eyebrows. She had big, gorgeous blue eyes, perfectly shaped lips, and pristine, creamy white skin. She acted sociable but Brian could tell that was something kind of new to her. He could tell she had been an awkward, shy kid for most of her life, but was trying to grow up and force herself out of her shell. Something about that made her even more intriguing to him.
Brian had a few lengthy conversations over email with "DomDaniel," the owner of the fake-rape company. Daniel insisted on having lengthy conversations with his clients about what they would and would not want, and Brian was more than happy to come up with all sorts of stuff to say as Melody.
The thing that really sealed the deal was the advanced 3d masking technology Brian had access to, making himself look like a very convincing live-action Melody in the Skype video chat he had with Daniel to confirm that she was "real." It was something most people didn't even know existed. By uploading several pictures of Melody's face from different angles to the program, it was able to 3d map a convincing, movable "mask" onto Brian's face during the video chat. Only an expert would have been able to tell it wasn't real. Along with a separate program to pitch his voice and make it sound female, he had Daniel completely convinced that he was in fact Melody, having a live video conversation with him, confirming that yes, in fact, she would like to be gangbanged by a group of men who were to break into her apartment and have their way with her, pushing her to her sexual extremes. "She" also told him that she wanted to be subjected to the most extreme humiliating and degrading acts they could come up with.
"We can take it as far as you want," Daniel said. "As long as you don't say the safeword, 'peanut butter,' or alternately give the blink-signal with your eyes, should your mouth he gagged, we will press forward. We can take it as far as you want, but can stop immediately when we hear the safeword, if it gets too crazy for you. It's up to you."
"Oh I'm pretty sure you won't be able to get the safeword out of me," Brian said, seeing the words come out of Melody's mischievously grinning face on the screen. "Trust me, I'm one kinky bitch. I've been wanting this my whole life."
"We'll see about that," grinned Daniel. "We can come up with some sick shit. You said you want us to ratchet it up to public humiliation, possibly, right?"
"That's right. I'm pretty fucking sure I can take it. I can't wait to be pushed to the extreme. Test me."
With that, they concluded their conversation, Daniel having been fully convinced that he had just spoken to a female submissive named Melody. They agreed that it would occur some Friday afternoon, after work, when Melody was at home, but the exact week wasn't scheduled. It was only known that it would occur sometime in the next month. Brian would have to be ready every Friday. He had instructed them that he wanted the whole thing to be live-streamed to their website, ostensibly so that Melody would get off knowing that strangers were watching her ravaging live on the internet, but in reality just so that Brian could watch. Daniel emailed him some legal contracts that he had to give a "digital signature" to (which was bullshit - he just typed Melody's name), and they were set. Now Brian just had to wait.
On the first Friday after that, he found himself flirting more heavily than normal with Melody. He was just so excited about what he knew was going to happen to her. He joked with her and looked her right in her round, beautiful eyes, knowing that either tonight or some night soon, she would have all of her autonomy ripped away from her, becoming a sloppy meathole for strangers she would never see again. She looked particularly gorgeous today, wearing a bright red lipstick that contrasted wonderfully with the pale skin of her face. He smiled at some dumb joke she made. He was barely paying attention. He wondered how far they would take it. He had told them to do their worst, but he wasn't sure what their worst was. At what point would they stop for someone who wouldn't tell them to stop (or so they thought)? Would it just be a rough night that would take her a while to get over, or would it completely ruin her life? Would he care if it did? Would he be disappointed if it didn't? He had to excuse himself to the bathroom to jerk off. Afterward, he wondered what was wrong with him.
Nothing happened that Friday, or on the two Fridays after. That meant that this coming Friday would HAVE to be the night. It was the only Friday left. That day he grabbed lunch with Melody, and offered to pay for her meal. He thought it was an amusingly inadequate way to repay her for what she was going to give to him. He rather liked knowing for a fact that today was the day. That this was pretty much the last normal day of her life. That in a few hours she was going to be splayed open for any and all takers, to do what they wanted to her in whatever way they wanted. He watched her sip her water.
"I am so ready to just do nothing this weekend," she said. Brian watched her tap the manicured, dark red nails of her long fingers on the water glass. "Chuck has had me doing so much this week that has me just super stressed. I can't wait to try to forget about it for a couple days.
Brian shrugged. "Hard to fault you for that. He's a dick anyway."
She was wearing a weird thriftshop-looking dress with a plant pattern printed on it. He imagined it being ripped from her body. She took a big swig of her water and accidentally spilled some out. She put up a hand and tried to catch the drops as they dripped down her chin. He pictured her mouth overfilling with cum. He hoped no one could notice the erection that had sprouted in his jeans. She laughed at herself in embarrassment, and batted her long, dark eyelashes at him. She was definitely interested in him. He could tell she was respectable, maybe even a little old-fashioned. Maybe she imagined the two of them dating in the future. He grinned at her.