First Semester Mayhem

Author's Note: For those of you enjoying the tale, please don't be too annoyed with me that our story concludes with Chapter 4. While I have certainly cheated you of some good sex--I had plans for Liz I simply couldn't get around to in the time I gave myself--I also wanted to stay true to the Mayhem conceit. These stories are meant to be short, trope-filled tales that end quickly and are fun to both read and write. You don't have to invest a lot into them and you hopefully grant me some grace to write a tale that is not nearly as logically demanding or time consuming to create as Chrysalis or even Roommates. I also selfishly hope, of course, Mayhem stories encourage you to take a spin through my more involved works, voting and commenting. That gives me the fuel to continue my efforts on those.

If you have tropes you'd like to see me try to tackle, please do comment. I'm all ears. There are many to love. And I'm definitely talking to you @lucy1984--I really appreciate your cheerleading, as I am sure other authors do. I'm happy to try writing a story you would like to read if you wish. Just tell me the trope. You'll know quickly the story is for you.

So onward!

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Four masked men were out of the black van and on them before Liz and Autumn really even registered they were there. Liz felt a strong arm around her waist, picking her up off her feet, and a big hand over her mouth. So big it covered her nose, making it impossible to breathe. Other hands ripped her bag off her shoulder. Completely startled and unprepared, she saw Autumn on the other side of the car in the same predicament, shocked eyes bulging as she made a muffled scream, kicking her legs and pawing at the strong arms around her uselessly as she was also picked up, bags also taken. Both girls were quickly in the back of the cargo van, walked up and through the barn doors, feet dangling, and into the shadowy interior. Another masked man appeared, holding the duffle bag from the back seat of Autumn's car. The doors closed. The van was driving away. It had all taken 5 seconds at the most.

Liz felt herself getting quickly wrestled down onto the large, uncovered mattress that took up a great deal of the van, Autumn next to her. Liz felt too shocked to do much of anything and so ended up just lying there, on her stomach, a big knee in the small of her back and hands holding her crossed wrists up in the air behind her, straining her shoulders and making her grunt. Autumn, however, was definitely putting up some kind of fight. She could hear her yelling and bitching, and see her squirming out of the corner of her eyes. She turned her head to look at Autumn. When she did, she saw Autumn was now lying incredibly close to her and finally still, panting. Autumn looked at Liz and both women shared whatever moment this was with their terrified eyes.

Liz heard the first words spoken by any of the men. "Okay boys. Phones are in the Faraday bags. Handcuffs, Mr. Black?"

"Yeah, hopefully just real quickly though," came another voice. "It'd be nice to have everyone comfy and getting along in the next several minutes. It's a long drive. But I don't want anybody to get hurt. And Legs here is a lot spicier than Curls. I'm worried she may find herself in need of a true ass kicking if she isn't restrained for now." Liz watched Autumn's eyes bug at that.

Liz felt handcuffs snap around her wrists, then she was pulled up into a sitting position on the mattress, crossing her legs in front of her. Finally able to look around, she saw there were four men in the back of the van with them now, two sitting on a bench that ran nearly the length of one van wall and the others doing the same on the other side. Another man was driving. The men were all in different colored ski masks. Black, brown, blue, red and green. There was a lot of electronic equipment in one of the corners. They were already near the highway. A man nearest the driver leaned over and pulled a curtain across, blocking any further window-watching. "You can take the mask off now, Mr. Green," the man said through the curtain to the driver.

With the windshield light gone, it was pretty dark for a moment. Then LED lights all over the van switched on, making the interior now much brighter than it had previously been. Daylight bright really.

"Okay ladies," said the man in the black mask as he fished a large iPad out of one of the duffle bags next to him. "I have a little video to share and then a proposition." He sat down in front of the women, easily crossing his legs in front of him.

Four different boxes were displayed on the iPad. It was four different angles of the same thing: the girls in the bookkeeper's office at Foxy's Den. It was about 15 minutes in length and wildly erotic, cutting off just after Liz--in all her Moo Slut glory--cried out, squirted all over Autumn's face and clothing, and slumped to the office floor. Liz didn't have a real negative, visceral reaction to it given the crazy life she was now living as Autumn's sex slave anyway. The same could not be said of Autumn.

"You motherfuckers," she groaned. But that seemed to be about it for the words she could form at the moment.

The man was speaking again. "We liked the show, ladies. And of course understand how you would not want a video like this going to the police as part of a formal complaint or, even worse, somehow leaking out on the internet for parents, classmates and future employers to see. So let's get to the proposition."

He reached out and someone handed him a clipboard with what looked like a contract of some kind on it. "Let me tell you what we've got here. So, we stream live-action amateur girl pornography, each weekend that we can. It's all very secure--those who pay for the stream get only the stream. It cannot be saved. It goes out and never comes back to haunt. We will literally sue the shit out of someone who tries, and scrub the internet ourselves. That's well known, so we haven't had a problem in years. You're done Sunday by 5 p.m. or so. We have lots of fun brands and have already advertised to our subscribers the ones you will be doing, starting in just a few minutes now, assuming you are game."

"You have to be fucking joking," said Autumn, face in total shock. She looked at Liz. Which kind of made Liz's blood boil, to be honest.

"Don't look at me Autumn. I've been doing blackmail porn for a solid week now. Your circus. Your monkey." She could see Autumn start to say something, then think better of it, sitting quietly and clearly pondering her situation.

Black mask looked at Liz. "What's this about? Blackmail porn?"

Liz went ahead and did a full mental dump. For some reason, black mask and his colorful crew seemed like the exact sort of people to go ahead and explain the situation to.

"Wow," the man said, whistling, as she finished. "Moo Slut, hunh?" That's some pretty wild stuff there Legs. Curls doesn't seem like a liar though. Is she lying, Legs?"

Autumn had her head up, eyes blazing. "No. She did skip the part where I walked in on her fucking my boyfriend though, and cumming like a goddamn whore as she stared at me."

"Wow, okay. Blackmail revenge porn I guess," said Charles, looking at Liz for confirmation and seeing her guilty blush. "Seems to have gone a bit fucking far though Legs. Anyway, I've never been good with how irony is defined, but I certainly know it when I see it. I guess this video getting out to your classmates would be a real fucking problem for you, going to town on the pussy of the girl you claim to hate and to be so much better than, gobbling up her squirt like a true submissive slut yourself. Interesting."

He paused for a moment, clearly thinking. "Let's talk brass tacks then. This is a contract. For this weekend only. The video you just saw goes away as a problem for you Sunday around 5 p.m.

"Either of you gals do the outstanding job I know you are capable of and decide you had fun, we can discuss a longer-term contract, or series of contracts, any time you like. You'll each get 7.5% of the stream revenues. With current presales, and assuming usual trends for brand new girls holds true, right now it looks like it should be about $38K for each one of you."

"Seven and a half percent?" said Autumn with a disgusted frown. Liz gave her a surprised look. Apparently Autumn was not only ready to sign, but also ready to hire an agent.

"Hey now. It's way more generous than most; way more than douche bags like Brazzers pay for stuff that lives on forever. I've got to pay for all the setup, talent and broadcasting. You just have to show up as a set of slutty teenage holes and do what comes naturally."

Autumn looked at him. She had that inscrutable look Liz now knew meant she was turned on. "We are going to need to revisit that percentage if I come back," Autumn grumped.

The man laughed and looked at Liz. "And what about you, Curls? You maybe have less reason to do it given the pickle your friend here has put you in. But I tell you what. I'll give you a copy of the video you just watched along with the 7.5%. I think Legs here might just decide to knock all her horseshit off if you have it to spread around yourself as a sort of counter-argument."

Liz spoke up immediately. "Where do I sign?"

***

"Alright ladies, let's see what we are working with," said Charles, previously black-mask and the obvious leader. "We know Curls looks great. We have high expectations for you Legs. So out of those clothes please." Fred and Jason, formerly red and brown masks, had hand-held cameras and were fiddling with them and the electronic equipment in the corner.

The girls had been let out of the handcuffs and dutifully signed their joint contract. The van had pulled over briefly to re-install the license plate and the men had all taken their ski masks off, given everything was apparently on the up and up now.Jesus Christ. Saved by fucking blackmailing porno perverts. Who would have thought?

Autumn had an initially angry moment when the masks came off and the pervy guy from Foxy's Den was one of the men. "I just knew you were behind this!" griped Autumn as soon as Eddie's mask came off.No duhthought Liz.

Eddie just looked at her, a bit surprised. "Wow. You're a goddamn genius Legs. A regular fucking Ms. Marple. Now shut it unless it has a cock in it."

Autumn just harrumphed at him. "Dickhead," she muttered under her breath. All the men laughed. Liz and Autumn almost laughed too. This had all gotten very weird yet somehow normal, very quickly.

The men drank both women in as they undressed. They were two different models of race cars, Autumn a Formula One and Liz a NASCAR. But both looked very fast and sexy as fuck, ready to drain the gas tank of any cock as they lapped the less talented field. Those pierced nipples said a lot about Autumn. And the Lush tail hanging out of Liz's pussy, along with the shortly thereafter discovered butt plug, said a lot about Liz.

"Okay girls," smiled Charles, looking over at Jason and Fred, who gave him a nod. "One of our little productions is called Black Van Castings. Welcome to your first assignment. In three, two, one...."

***

Liz was sweaty, sticky-faced and satisfied as the van finally reached its destination. She'd just gotten her first facial but as a girl ready to squirt all over a face, having a man squirt on her face had turned out to be sexy as fuck and totally okay. She'd spit and swallowed and moaned just like the girls in the videos Autumn had her watch. She'd cum wetly 3 times, putting all her "daddy" patter into practice. Charles had really known his way around a girl.

Autumn had been going through everything Liz was, just on the other side of the van with Eddie. Liz had thus gotten her first chance to see Autumn fucking, and she was absolutely delicious. She really knew how to ride a guy, her long slim body undulating rhythmically as she tossed her hair around and talked really, really dirty. One of Liz's orgasms had definitely been triggered by watching and hearing Autumn orgasm.

It had all been incredible. The relief she felt knowing she was a day away from Autumn no longer lording over her certainly also helped. Only hours away from freedom, she'd leaned into her performance like a total fucking nymphomaniac, libido ramped up to 11.

They ended up in a very rural area of Indiana, but where exactly, or even generally, Liz had no idea. It was presumably no longer a secret since she had signed a contract identifying her as Talent but she honestly did not particularly care. She had zero plans to come back. Charles had welcomed them to "the farmhouse" and that was good enough for her.

The property had a nice large two-story home on it--the unpainted wooden kind, maybe cedar, that have loads of big windows and multiple decks on both levels. As she walked in, everything was spacious and filled with light. There was a hot tub out back on the main deck and further in the backyard a small windowless building, maybe 18' by 18'.

As she looked around, Charles was keeping up a sort of friendly patter that did really seem friendly.So weird.He was explaining what was next.

"Okay, we have two more scenes today ladies. Then two scenes tomorrow--you'll likely will really want and need to sleep in so we don't start until 11 a.m. on Sunday. Then your contract is fulfilled. We are going to keep it nice and light for the next scene. After that it will get rougher. But I know you'll do great.

"This next one is for our series Dreamy Teenies. These nearly always follow the Casting stream, with you two all sticky so taking a shower together to get cleaned up. Then we will watch you putting on your makeup, getting into lingerie, followed by rolling around on a big bed together, kissing, fucking, cumming, that sort of thing. With you two hating how much you love each other I expect to see some real fireworks."

He looked at his watch as the girls looked at each other.Is it that obvious?He then continued. "But we can take 30 minutes now though, so that anyone needing to use the bathroom can. There's also sandwiches, wraps and salads in the kitchen fridge along with water, soda, and hard seltzer if you want--I'm not your dad. You have the run of the house and property. No areas are off limits. We will be upstairs getting the equipment all set up in the bathroom and bedroom. Please keep it to 30 minutes. Things need to start promptly or viewers wander off to other things, costing you and me both money. Please don't make me come looking for you. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I can get very grumpy."

Both girls then watched him turn and walk away, headed toward a set of stairs. Having no problem at all imagining Charles being grumpy and no interest in being the reason he might get grumpy. Liz thought about saying something to Autumn but then thought better of it. Autumn thought about saying something to Liz but then thought better of it. Each would hopefully come up with the words she wanted to say by tomorrow evening.

***

Dreamy Teenies had been absolutely awesome, start to finish. The shower had been a huge unenclosed walk-in with shower heads on either wall. Liz had absolutely loved taking a shower with Autumn. Her body was so tight and delicious in the warm rain as they soaped each other up and did some light making out. And Autumn's face had been full of open lust for Liz from the very get-go. It was also weird, but Liz found she quickly forgot about all the cameras and could easily just be present in the moment. But then again, maybe it was because, for the last week, she was always on camera making out with Autumn anyway, she thought ruefully. Either way, making out with Autumn and earning money for it was pretty great.

After the girls had dried themselves off and gotten makeup on, they were followed by cameras to the adjoining big, bright bedroom with a huge bed that looked even bigger than a king-size bed to Liz's eyes. There were two prettily wrapped packages on the bed, one addressed to Legs and the other Curls. They both couldn't help but giggle a little as they unwrapped their gifts. Liz found that her gift was a brand new, unopened Moo Slut uniform, precisely what Autumn had previously ordered, minus the boots.

Autumn's gift box ended up containing cosplay kitten lingerie. It was speckled brown and white; fuzzy and sexy. Her round, playful cat ears were part of a full open face hood that tied at her neck in a really cute bow. It came with sleeves and thigh high pull-ups that were in the same pattern and just as fuzzy, as was the bra and panties that covered much more than Liz's lingerie did. Autumn didn't have to put up with nipple clamps--not that Liz minded the nipple clamps in the least--but did have to put up with a furry long tale that started with a butt plug.

It then became clear that audience participation was allowed and encouraged during these streams. Members wanted to see Autumn bent over the bed, spreading her ass cheeks, as Liz worked the butt plug into her. Neither girl minded that a bit. Then they were encouraged to frolic around, bouncing on the bed, smiling and laughing and having both a tickle and a pillow fight.

There was no more audience suggestions needed after that. Liz and Autumn turned each other on higher and higher, slowly losing bits of their outfits as they got more and more desperate to get to business. Both ended up doing their very best to fuck each other silly. And it was definitely mission accomplished. Liz had particularly loved being in a 69 with Autumn, which Autumn had taken control over to get them situated. Autumn had ended up squirting for Liz the very first time, her wetness coating Liz's face as she licked, nibbled and fingered Autumn from underneath.Fucking glorious.

***

Once the scene was over, Charles was back to talking to both women as they were handed robes to cover their nudity. He had a wide smile.

"Curls. Legs. That was a good as it gets right there. Truly. Love the passion and connection you two have with each other. The chemistry is off the charts with you two. We've got over a hundred more members who have paid to dip into the subscription streams after that show. Anyway, tomorrow's final scene is similar. We like to end on something fun and comfortable again. But things are going to ramp up from here. And each of you will be in your own scenes and not see each other for a bit.

"Curls, you will be doing Broken Teenage Whores first. Legs, you will be doing Bound and Pounded first." Both girls gasped a bit. Those were not hopeful titles.

"I know, I know. The titles are a bit on the nose. Marketing and all that. And the sex will be rough as all get out. But I'll be honest, and I truly don't tell this to everyone: you two are going to be cumming your brains out. I can see how you're both wired. So it will be intense, but don't be scared. There's never any permanent harm done on my sets, and Eddie and I will ignore the more boisterous member requests since this is your first time. I'll make sure you get dropped back off in Terre Haute Sunday evening tired, satisfied, and with plenty of walking around money.

"Now, you've got exactly 67 minutes to yourselves before the next scene. The male talent you will be working with is already here and you are welcome to go meet them in the downstairs rec room and try to get a little comfortable with them. Also, you will both need to give yourselves enemas. If you aren't comfortable doing it yourself after you read the instructions, let me know and Eddie or I can help. You'll also want to put a butt plug in. You will each be doing anal in your next scenes, and you want to prepare your ass I promise. The enemas and plugs are in the bathroom you took the shower in. That's your bathroom tonight. This is your bedroom tonight.