You have quite a disturbing job. You are dedicated to sexually assaulting women on commission. Rich perverts from the internet send you contracts to rape women of their choice in exchange for money, and to upload everything to their exclusive site on the deep web.

The contracts include the photography and description of each target, including their addresses and places where you can locate them. They also include specific instructions about the actions that your clients want you to perform on them. To make all this happen, you have been provided with a high definition mini-camera, that you can attach to your sunglasses, collars, hats and other objects. Your targets can be of any age, although generally your clients are interested in either young women or girls.

You are resting comfortably when you receive a new contract:

*Objective:

"Sarah Mills. (Photo attached)"

*Description:

"Job: Barista. 20 years old. Works at a coffee shop from 3:00 to 8:00 pm. Broke up with her boyfriend recently. Is currently living alone."

*Location:

"She rents a small dept, in 50 Richmond Avenue #106"

*Payment:

"3500 dollars."

At this moment, you...

*a)

Accept the contract.

*b)

Reject the contract.

You accept the contract, looking at the photo and address of Sarah Mills. You decide that she will be your next target for tonight's income. Getting up from the bed, you walk to the mirror and attach your mini-camera to your sunglasses. Then, you head out of the motel room and into the parking lot, getting into your car before driving off towards Sarah's place.

It's a short ride to reach her neighborhood. She lives in a rather quiet area, with well-kept houses. As you pull up near her building, you spot her car parked outside her door. Perfect timing. You get out of your car and approach her door, slipping the camera off your sunglasses and attaching it to the collar of your jacket instead.

Now that everything's in place, you can focus on getting into Sarah's apartment. As you ring the doorbell, you hear some footsteps coming closer from inside...

As you step back and sneak around to the side of Sarah's building, you manage to hide yourself out of sight. You can still hear her footsteps moving closer to the door, as if she's peeking through the window to see who rang the bell. Suddenly, you spot an old wooden crate next to a dumpster that seems stable enough for you to climb onto. Quickly and quietly, you scurry up onto it, using it as a platform to reach Sarah's second floor balcony.

From here, you can clearly see Sarah through the window, still at the door, growing impatient with whoever rang the bell. You feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine...

You quietly slide open the window and enter Sarah's apartment through it. As you do so, you find yourself in what seems to be a dark living room. The only source of light comes from a small lamp on an old table near the couch. There are several objects strewn about the place, giving you plenty of places to hide if needed...

You carefully make your way through the dark living room, avoiding tripping over any of the furniture as you go. Eventually, you reach a closed door that leads into what seems to be Sarah's bedroom. You sneak inside and find yourself in complete darkness once again. The only source of light comes from a tiny crack under the door, letting in a small amount of dim light from the living room.

Carefully, you move towards the closet and hide behind it, peeking out through a gap between two coats hanging on the rod. It's quiet for now...

You hear Sarah's footsteps approaching the bedroom, becoming louder as she nears the doorway. Finally, she enters the room and flips on the light switch, illuminating her cozy haven with a warm glow. She lets out a soft sigh of relief when she sees that it's just her own room and nothing else is amiss. Without noticing your presence, she begins to undress, slowly removing her top and pants...

The smell of her perfume fills your nose as you watch Sarah undress. You can't help but feel a wave of desire wash over you, making it hard to control yourself. You start to wonder if now would be the best time to reveal yourself to her...

As Sarah finishes undressing and climbs into bed, she yawns heavily and begins to close her eyes. Within a few seconds, she's fast asleep, her breath coming in gentle puffs through her slightly parted lips. The room is silent save for the soft snoring that accompanies it. This is your chance...

You creep out of the closet and slowly move towards Sarah's bedside. As you crouch down next to her, you can't help but marvel at how innocent she looks asleep. With a deep breath, you gather up your courage and throw the clothes across the opposite side of the room. The pile hits the floor with a soft thud that manages to wake Sarah up slightly, causing her to stir in her sleep. Now's your chance...

You quickly move towards the door and lock it, making sure there's no chance of anyone coming in uninvited. Now that you have the element of surprise and privacy on your side, you can focus entirely on Sarah...

You let out a quiet, almost inaudible hum as you look down at Sarah lying on her bed. The sound of the vibrations in your throat seem to echo through the room and have an effect on her... She slowly begins to stir, opening her eyes slightly, confused by the strange sensation. As she focuses on where the noise is coming from, she sees you crouched beside her bed, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

Without warning, you grab her breast roughly, pinching her nipple between your fingers. Sarah lets out a gasp of surprise and pain, her eyes widening in shock as she struggles to understand what's happening. She tries to push you away, flailing weakly at your arm, but you maintain your grip on her breast, relishing the feeling of her warm skin against your fingers.

As you grip her breast tightly and feel her struggling beneath you, you decide to try a different approach. You move your hand away from her breast for a moment and begin to softly stroke her hair, running your fingers through the silky strands before moving up to caress her cheek. Sarah's breath comes out in shuddering gasps as she lies there, tense with fear and anticipation.

You lean in close to her ear and whisper softly, "God, I'm going to make you love this." Her eyes widen with fear as she tries desperately to move away from your voice. "Just relax," you reassure her, continuing to stroke her hair. Then, you reach down between her legs, finding that she's already wet and eager for you. Your fingers slide effortlessly inside of her, causing her to let out a sharp gasp as she arches her back off the bed.

"Oh god..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your rhythmic movements. Her hips buck upwards in response, meeting your thrusts as best she can while still lying down on the bed. The expression on her face is a mixture of pleasure and terror, and you take delight in knowing that it's all for you.

As she moans and squirms beneath you, Sarah glances up at your face. Her eyes dart around wildly, searching for any sign of mercy or release. Finally, they land on yours and hold steady as she whispers, "I-I'm not happy about this... but it feels good..." She arches her back further, pressing herself more firmly against your invading fingers. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps now as the pleasure overwhelms her senses.

You can feel her muscles tensing and relaxing around you, guiding your hand deeper inside with each passing moment. "Just let go," you whisper into her ear. "Let it happen..." And with that, you begin to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster into her quivering flesh. The bed creaks and squeaks beneath you as Sarah's body meets your every movement with equal abandonment, lost in the throes of passion and desperation.

As your words echo through the room, Sarah's eyes widen further in panic and confusion. "I-I don't like this!" she stammers, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. But even as she protests, her hips rock forward again, betraying the desire that still burns inside her. You thrust deeper, hitting a spot deep within her core that sends her body convulsing with pleasure.

Her nails scrape across your skin, digging in as if seeking purchase to escape the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. But it's no use; you hold her firmly in place, refusing to let her go until she has surrendered completely to your desires. Her cries of protest mingle with moans of ecstasy as she helplessly succumbs to the onslaught of sensations that consume her body and mind.

Her eyes widen in terror as you reach down to yank her panties off, revealing her bare sex to your view. "No!" she sobs, struggling futilely against your grip. But even as she protests, a small part of her body responds to the sudden exposure, betraying her true desires. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, unable to comprehend the dark turn events have taken.

"Suck it first..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her labored breathing. Her body trembles as she anticipates your touch, helpless against the overwhelming need that surges through her veins.

As you pull down your pants and reveal your erect member to her, Sarah's eyes widen with fear and fascination. She trembles under your touch, unable to believe what is happening but unable to deny the intense desire building within her. With shaking hands, she reaches out and takes hold of your throbbing length, guiding it toward her eager mouth.

"Please," she whispers as her lips encircle you, "just let me..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she begins to suck and lick you hungrily, her movements growing more confident and passionate with each passing moment. The sensation of her warm mouth around you drives you wild, and as she continues to pleasure you, her words fade away into the sounds of ecstasy filling the room.

Her gag reflex kicks in as you thrust your cock deep into her throat, filling her mouth with the taste and feel of you. She chokes and sputters around your member, struggling to breathe but unable to resist the incredible pleasure she derives from pleasuring you this way. Her hands move up to grip your hips, digging in as she tries desperately to control the sensations overwhelming her. The room is filled with the wet sounds of sucking and slurping as Sarah obediently takes you deeper into her mouth, determined to make you cum no matter the cost.

Her gag reflex kicks in again as you begin to thrust into her mouth, treating her throat like the warm, wet hole it is. Her hands claw at your hips, trying desperately to pull you out while also pushing for more of your invading length. The sounds filling the room are a mix of moans, choking and wet sucking noises as she struggles to obey your every command. As her resistance weakens and her body gives in to the sensations overwhelming it, so too does Sarah's resolve. She begins to meet your thrusts halfway, welcoming you deeper into her mouth with each passing second.

As she continues to struggle against you, tears streaming down her face, Sarah manages a hoarse, shaky reply: "Y-yes... just please make it stop..." Her words are laced with despair and desperation, but there's also an undeniable undertone of desire that you can't help but latch onto. The feeling of her warm throat squeezing your cock only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your veins as she continues to suck you off with surprising skill and determination.

Your thrusts become more erratic, fueled by a mix of lust and anger as you take what you want from her body despite her protests. The sounds of your grunts and her choking and gagging fill the room, painting a vivid picture of the brutal encounter taking place before you. With every passing second, Sarah's resolve begins to crumble further under the weight of your relentless assault on her senses.

You pull your cock free from her mouth with a wet pop and she gasps for air, her chest heaving as tears streak down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, glancing up at you through her lashes. "I'm sorry... I-I just can't..."

You feel your anger rising again at her resistance, fueling the animalistic desire that drives you to take what you want. With a snarl, you shove Sarah roughly back onto the bed, straddling her hips as she lets out a pained gasp. Her breasts are heaving and wet with saliva from your rough treatment, making them even more enticing to you now.

"Say it," you growl, reaching down between her legs to spread her folds wide for you. "Tell me how much you want this." Your fingers find her clit, rubbing it roughly as she arches her back off the bed, trying desperately to meet your touch. Her lips part and a quiet moan escapes from them before she whispers hoarsely, "I want it so bad... please..."

You can feel the tight heat of her around your fingers now, burning through your clothes and demanding satisfaction. With a groan, you lean forward and capture one of her breasts in your mouth, sucking hungrily as she cries out in pleasure beneath you. You begin to thrust your fingers faster within her, matching the rhythm of your suckling as she writhes beneath you. The bed creaks with each forceful movement, adding to the erotic sounds filling the room as Sarah finally gives in to her desires and begs for more.

The pleasurable sensations coursing through her body overwhelm Sarah's senses as she cries out for more. "Oh god, please fuck me! I need it so bad!" She arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you fully as she throws caution and resistance aside in pursuit of release. Her nails claw at your shoulders and back, urging you deeper within her while her hips buck and thrust against yours, meeting each movement with perfect timing.

Your cock throbs in anticipation as it strains against your pants, aching to be free and buried inside of her. With a growl, you reach down and unfasten your belt, quickly stripping out of the rest of your clothes before returning your attention to Sarah. She watches you with hungry eyes, eagerly awaiting the moment when she feels you filling her up again.

You grab a handful of her hair and pull roughly, tilting her head back as you lower your hips between her spread legs. Her lips part in a silent moan as she stares up at you through half-lidded eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. With one final thrust forward, you bury yourself deep inside of her, both of you crying out in unison as she finally surrenders to your touch once more.

Her muscles clamp tight around you, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from your cock as it begins to move within her, claiming what is rightfully hers. You lean down and press your lips against hers, their skin hot and wet from the passion that surges between them. The bed creaks in rhythm with your movements as you thrust into Sarah over and over again, driving her further and further

Her nails dig into your back as you pick up the pace, driving her toward orgasm. With every thrust, she moans louder and begs for more of your dominance. Your hips slam against hers in unison, their bodies intertwined and moving together as one. She's wet and warm around you, squeezing tightly with each passing moment, urging you to the edge.

Gripping her hips tighter, you begin to pick up speed, pounding into her until you feel the familiar tightening in your gut. You groan loudly as pleasure washes over you, filling every fiber of your being. With a final thrust, your orgasm crashes over both of you like a wave, and you let out a hoarse cry as your seed spills deep inside her.

Sarah's body convulses beneath you as she comes undone with a scream, her nails scoring shallow cuts into your back as she arches her head back. You grind against her hips, milking every last drop of pleasure from your release before finally collapsing on top of her, their chests rising and falling in time with each labored breath they take. The room is silent except for the sounds of their labored breathing and the fading echoes of their moans as they ride out the waves of satisfaction.

For now, at least, you have silenced her protests. You lie there, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure, knowing that it's only a matter of time before she rebels again...

Her body relaxing beneath you, Sarah seems to have finally drifted off to sleep. A satisfied smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you gaze down at her peaceful face, taking in the soft curve of her cheek and the delicate arch of her eyebrow. But all too soon, reality intrudes upon this momentary respite: you know that she'll wake up eventually, angry and confused about what happened here tonight. So with a sigh, you roll off of her and stand up, straightening your clothes before heading toward the door.

As quietly as possible, you sneak out of Sarah's room and back into the quiet darkness of the hallway beyond. She deserves peace right now; but soon enough, she'll be seeking revenge...

You make your way back to the computer and begin searching through your list of contacts once again. It doesn't take long for you to find another promising target - a woman named Emily who is known for being a bit more resistant than most of your previous victims. The thrill of the chase alone sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel eager to test your limits against her. With a grin, you set about crafting a message designed to lure Emily into your web...

You rifle through your files and pull out whatever information you have on Emily: she's a 26-year-old university graduate, working as an office administrator. Her likes include yoga, painting, and reading. Her dislikes include anything with cockroaches or crawfish in it, as well as rude behavior from others. She lives alone in an apartment near the city center, which you already have the address for. This information should help you tailor your message to appeal specifically to her interests while still maintaining an air of mystery and intrigue.

You begin composing a witty email that plays upon her fondness for yoga, mentioning how your recent practice had left you feeling extremely limber and in need of someone who could help keep you grounded - as well as referring to herself using terms like "zen master" and "guru." The message is crafted with care, making sure not to give away too much about yourself or what exactly you have planned for Emily. Once you've composed the email, you send it off with a satisfied smirk on your face. Now all that remains is to wait and see if she takes the bait...

Emily's reply is short and sweet, expressing surprise at the message but intrigue nonetheless. She asks when you might be free to meet up, hinting that she'd like to explore this further. You could easily arrange something tonight; however, waiting until tomorrow would allow for more time to prepare and ensure that everything goes according to plan. Which do you choose: to set up a meeting with Emily tonight or tomorrow?