The Triple-X Files

THE TRIPLE-X FILES

Episode #1: The Truth about Ingrid

I awoke feeling like I had a terrible hangover. My head ached and I felt sore all over; exhausted, even. I had no recollection whatsoever as to how I�d gotten home from the party or indeed anything much of the night at all. When I struggled to sit up in bed, my anus felt suddenly stung by a biting pain. It shocked me, as did the fact I was completely naked. I rubbed my eyes and glanced around my bedroom. Everything appeared to be normal, although there were no signs of the clothes I�d worn the night before. I slowly stepped from bed and slipped into a dressing gown.

In the bathroom, I looked again for my clothes but couldn�t see them anywhere. The fact they appeared to be missing now started to concern me, as did the dull ache in my anus. I slipped out of my gown and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My arms were bruised in places, as were my inner thighs. My wrists appeared to be chaffed and indented with red marks. I�ve never had so much to drink that I couldn�t remember a night out and felt confused by the lack of any memory. The shower was warm and soothing and I let the water just run over me for a long time while I tried to recollect the events of the previous night.

After showering I wrapped myself in a warm bath towel and wandered out toward the kitchen. I didn�t notice it at first but there was a large brown envelope on the kitchen table. On opening it I was startled and shocked to see a picture of myself on the cover of a DVD. For a moment it felt like my heart stopped, and then a rush of numbness. The DVD was titled Triple-X Files, Episode 1: The Truth About Ingrid.

I was pictured standing completely naked in what appeared to be a dungeon. My wrists were bound together with red rope, as were my knees and ankles, and I was blindfolded. A woman dressed from head to toe in shiny black leather stood beside me holding a leash that was attached to a collar around my neck. Another shock hit me when I recognized her as Emma; a woman who worked with me at college.

Turning the DVD cover over, I saw several more smaller pictures of myself, stripping naked for Emma and being bound by her. The text on the back cover explained why I couldn�t remember anything: I�d been slipped a drug at the party. It went on to say I�d revealed my deepest, darkest fantasies; which I couldn�t believe. It also said my ass had been ravished by a college professor, which again made me reel with disbelief, although the dull ache in my anus seemed to be testament to this. There was no disc in the case although there was a brief, unsigned note telling me to check my email.

My hands trembled as I scanned through the list of unread email. One header stood out among the others. It simply said Orders and had been sent by Triple-X. It read,

Good morning Ingrid,

You are no doubt in shock and will find your mind trying to bury itself in denial. We urge you to resist: this, now, is real and it is happening to you.

Last night you made, with the aid of some strong hypnotic drugs, an extreme pornographic film. In this film you engaged in explicit sexual acts with both men and women, some of whom are your colleagues and some who are your students. Most are now in the same predicament as you. Like you, they also were drugged and have no memory of what they did last night. Like you, they are unwitting participants in our group�s social experiment � although not all of them are aware of it: yet. Whether or not they find out is entirely up to you and the decision you now have to make. We stand ready to release this film to your colleagues and students.

You have twenty-four hours to decide. Firstly, you may decide to take the consequences of exposure. You will then rapidly find yourself trying to explain yourself to the college administration and perhaps even the police.

Or secondly, you may give over half your life to serving as a participant in our experiment. Take this second option and your life can continue, on the surface, as before. You may have your job, your friends and colleagues, but your private life will become ours to control in whichever ways we might find interesting.

We do not promise this second way will be easy. No great experiment is ever easily conducted and as a participant, no matter how willing or unwilling, control will be out of your hands. But we can promise your suffering will be worthwhile.

To preview the movie you made, follow the link below.

I could barely stop shaking. The link led to a website that featured me. There was a large photo of me stripping naked in front of Emma and six Sample Videos to select from.

The first showed me firstly just sitting in front of the camera answering a series of personal questions asked by a man whose voice I didn�t recognize. It was clear to me I wasn�t myself although I appeared to be lucid and otherwise alert. I cringed at my answers to some of the questions, hardly believing my ears. The scene then cut to Emma answering a series of similar questions.

I thought I knew Emma but the person I was watching and listening to just didn�t seem to be the same person. Her usual carefree, friendly demeanour was replaced by a stern-faced, authoritarian type. The look in her dark eyes was slightly glazed and distant. The last question she was asked was whether she was looking forward to dominating me. She replied, �Yes�, and smiled in a way that made me feel instantly uneasy.

There were no sounds to be heard in the quiet dungeon and it was quite dark, except for the small area in which Emma and I stood. I could see a large number of people lurking in the shadows, watching, but I couldn�t make out any faces. Emma, who had been staring directly into the camera, turned to me and said, �Ingrid, strip.�

I had a vague sudden recollection of feeling nervous as I watched myself slowly undress in front of Emma.

The second clip opened with me appearing to be completely compliant and obedient, holding out my arms for Emma to bind my wrists together. Watching myself surrender so easily to Emma sent a tingle up my spine.

By the third clip the pace of the action made a rapid leap forward. I was by now lying on my back on a bench. My wrists and ankles were bound and an overhead rope held my arms and legs slightly suspended. Emma prowled around me, taunting me with questions about how much I wanted to be tortured in front of everybody. For the remainder of the clip she roughly twisted my nipples until I shrieked loudly in pain. In between bouts of pain, she buried her fingers into my pussy and loudly announced to the assembled crowd how wet I was getting. I sat mesmerized; unblinking as the image of me on the screen struggled frantically to escape the ropes.

In the fourth clip, Emma asked whether I was ready to lick her pussy to thank her for torturing me. To my astonishment, I replied �Yes� � quietly at first and then louder and with more enthusiasm. Emma then lifted her black skirt to reveal her bare pussy beneath. She then straddled my head and lowered her crotch right onto my face. The camera zoomed in and held focus for the next several minutes on my mouth and tongue, slavishly devouring Emma�s swollen, stimulated clit. By the end of the fourth clip, my face glistened with juices unleashed from Emma�s pussy. She then stood up and invited others to take their turn using me.

In the fifth I watched in stunned silence as a parade of anonymous people took their turns using and abusing me. At times there were two men feeding their cocks into my mouth and pussy at the same time. The camera only showed them from the waist down so I had no way of knowing who they were. At other times two women would assault me at the same time � one mashing her pussy into my mouth while the other slurped noisily on my pussy. I moaned loudly throughout the whole clip making noises that sounded surreal and otherworldly in their signs of perverse pleasure.

The sixth and final clip opened with an obscene close-up of my pussy; its lips unfurled and dripping my wetness. A hand comes into shot. It�s holding a very large and realistic looking dark brown rubber cock. Emma is heard off camera asking, �Is your ass ready to lose its virginity?�

My reply is given in a quavering voice but I say, �Yes.�

�Go ahead, Professor,� Emma then says. �Pop that cherry!�

I stare at the screen watching as the tip of the big cock is placed against my defenceless anus. I hear myself let out a soft moan of surprise at first, and then a increasing shriek as my anal sphincter muscles stretch to accommodate the fat tip. Once the tip is in, I watch myself suddenly begin to struggle in the restraints � calling out for the man to stop; that the cock is too big for my ass. There�s barely an inch in me with at least six more to follow, and the man�s hand continues to slowly fuck the dildo deeper into my ass.

When half the shaft has disappeared, I hear myself making blood-curdling noises; animalistic noises of base pleasure. With this the fucking rhythm increases in tempo until the full length is pounding my tautly stretched anus. Finally, Emma is heard asking if I�m ready to cum and I reply instantly and repeatedly, �Yes! Yes!�

The screen suddenly goes blank and I�m left to ponder what I�d just seen. For a long while I had the image of the large rubber cock etched onto my mind�s eye, and the hand that drove it. It was a large hand, fair skin, and signs of aging. There was nothing to identify it, except for a black onyx signet ring. Every time I blinked or closed my eyes, I saw the ring and the hand fucking the huge dildo into my ass, and it made me shiver and tingle in unexpected ways.

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