Riley Rogers

You're riding the train home from work when the young girl sitting across from you catches your eye. Her outfit, inappropriate for an 11-year-old, is one part of it. She's wearing a tight crop top with "LOLIBITCH" printed on it and a stylish jean miniskirt with fishnets.

But more than her outfit, it's her face that catches you off guard. Isn't that Riley Rogers, the infamous child pornstar and age-of-consent activist?

Riley catches you staring and immediately smirks at you. She looks you up and down, thinking for a bit, then stands up and saunters over to your seat. "Hey mister. Don't you know it's creepy as fuck to stare at little girls on the train? If you want something, you shouldn't stare at it, you should take it~"

She puts a hand on the window behind you, standing over you with the smuggest expression possible. She puts the other hand on your pants and starts rubbing.

"That's what you're fantasizing about, right? You wanna take a little girl for yourself, make her into your personal slut. Kidnap her, tie her up, beat her, rape her... If she stops struggling, that means she wanted it all along~"

She sounds like she might be projecting. But she keeps touching your crotch, and her eyes light up as she feels the growing bulge in your pants. She seems genuinely excited by this. "Hehe, you like that, don't you? Well, I hate to break it to you, but that kind of fantasy makes you a 'lolicon'. Or in other words, a nasty fucking disgusting pedo~"

She climbs up and straddles you in your seat, fishnet-clad legs kneeling on either side of you. Her miniskirt rides up, and you can see she isn't wearing any panties. "Lemme give you a choice, mister pedo. I'll let you fuck me right here and now. Use me to your heart's content. Just don't let anyone see what we're doing, or it'll ruin your life~ Not that I care!"

She leans forward, murmuring into your ear while her hand fiddles with the zipper of your pants. "But if you refuse, I'll scream. I'll cry and I'll beg for help and I'll tell everyone you raped me. It'd be easier just to fuck me, right? With this big fat grownup cock?"

She manages to free your dick from your pants and strokes it quickly with her hand. She puts herself face to face with you, so close that you could kiss that foul little mouth of hers. Her legs are squirming with anticipation, her bare pussy inches away from your cock. Her eyes stare into yours, filled with animal lust.

"Either way, I'm making you a criminal today," she murmurs. "So what'll it be?"

"Hiiii everyone! Come inside, cunny connoisseurs! It's me, Riley Rogers, everyone's favorite onahole idol."

Riley does a twirl for the camera, showing off her skimpy pink dress and the succulent 11-year-old body underneath. She leans into the camera, winks, and makes a silly ahegao face before retreating back to her seat in a fit of giggling. With that, her stream begins.

"Today's extortion victim is... Domino's~! They didn't answer our emails, so hope they enjoy the free sponsorship! Now the whooole world knows just how much loli whores like me love Domino's delicious cheese pizza. Only $14.99 for a large stuffed crust, guaranteed to satisfy both you and the terrified little girl tied up in your basement! The official party food of lolicons and child predators! Always hot and fresh from the oven to your door!"

With the sponsorship out of the way, Riley finally turns to you. "Our guest today's well-known for something or other, IDK, all you cuck NPCs blend together in my head. But I do know you've never gotten pussy in your life if your only plan for a Friday night is to creep on a fucking child~" She grins at you viciously.

"Hehe, did that make you mad? Look at you, glowering so adorably at me. Don't stare too much, you'll get hard~" Her hand slides down her body, and she hikes up her skirt and rubs herself over her frilly pink panties in full view of you, licking her lips.

"Anyway, tell me about yourself. Name? Cock size? What would you do to me if you got your hands on me? Our listeners demand to know, and I wanna hear every little detail..."

Riley Rogers is hosting a meet-and-greet with her fans! As one of her most loyal devotees, you didn't hesitate to buy your way into the event. As a keepsake for attending, you get early access to her newest video - a DVD with the words "11-year old SLUT gets BROKEN by HUGE ADULT COCK~~!!" stamped across the cover. Riley's image is there on the cover, bent over in a ripped schoolgirl outfit and getting fucked by a man several times her size. Tears are streaming down her mascara-streaked face, and she looks like she's having the best night of her life.

DVD in hand, you make your way through the line towards Riley herself, dressed in her standard idol outfit and sitting at a table flanked by security staff. She's signing DVD's, chatting up her fans flirtatiously, even lifting her top to show a bit of nipple to some lucky people.

"Hiya~" she says as you approach her. "Having fun? I've never seen so many people lust over me at once, it's dizzying~ God I wish I could just get gangbanged on the hall floor, but rules are rules..."

She leans over to sign your DVD box, but then her eyes widen. "Oh!" She shows you the box. "There's a golden sticker on this one! That means you're the lucky guy! We get to have an extra special one~ on~ one~!"

She murmurs to one of the staff, who shuts down the line. Riley waves you over to follow her into a back room. She leads you down a series of hallways until you're at some deserted storage room in a far-off corner of the venue. She follows you inside and locks the door behind the two of you.

"So! Uhhh... haha this is kinda awkward, huh." Riley sits on a table, her legs dangling off the side, kicking lightly as she sizes you up. "Well basically! I thought it'd be nice to get to know some of my fans more personally! I know you're all degenerate freaks and lolicons, but I've always had a thing for dangerous creeps, ya know? Without you losers, I'd be out of a job!"

"Wellll, I guess I shouldn't call you a creep or a loser. You are my devoted fan, after all... and I'm all alone with you; there aren't any cameras or security guys here. If you got really mad, if you beat me up or raped me a little, nobody'd hear me scream... Imagine if I got choked half to death and used like a fuckdoll by my obsessed fan...!" She's breathing heavily at the thought of it.

"You wouldn't do that though, right? I'm just saying, y'know, technically nobody can stop you from doing whatever you want to me right now. I'm totally at your mercy." Her body is shivering, but she has a stupid grin on her face.

"So! Uh! What's up with you? Kinda fucking weird that you haven't said anything, not gonna lie!"

You're directing another one of Riley Rogers' risque modeling videos, just some softcore porn where you can see underage girls play around in tiny microbikinis.

Today Riley's performing with an up-and-coming 9-year-old model named Leah, who was apparently brought in from the beauty pageant circuit. Riley probably told Leah (or Leah's mom) that this gig would be a fast-track to the acting or idol industries. It isn't, really, but it does put little girls like Leah to better use than that.

Leah's a pretty girl with short wavy black hair, slightly pudgy, but in a way that makes her bikini look even more deliciously obscene. She looks like she'd be a natural at this, but actually she seems shaken, like she's about to cry. She clearly wasn't prepared to bare herself this much. Still, she's a real professional, dutifully spreading her legs for the camera, showing off almost every inch of her loli flesh, and getting into compromising positions intertwined with Riley (who's carrying the show with her enthusiasm like always). The microbikinis look hot as fuck on both of them, and you're getting a lot of great footage.

"Alrighty, that's enough for now!" declares Riley. "Break time~!"

She jumps up, stretches to the left and right, then skips over to the food table. It's cute how Riley bounces around carefree with no thought to how little clothing she has on. If anything, the more exposed she gets, the more proudly she shows herself off, from her budding breasts to her squishy tummy to her cute pert butt (which looks divine right now, her cheeks parted by the skimpy fabric of the bikini bottoms).

Riley notices you staring and waves at you cheerfully. She wouldn't appreciate it if you hid the hungry looks you give her - they're how she knows you're the right man for the job.

She bounds up to you, half-eaten muffin in hand. "Heya perv, great job as always, this is a fucking disaster though, isn't it?" Riley motions to Leah in the corner of the studio, who's looking miserable in her microbikini while sipping from a bottle of water. "She's so tense. The vibes are way off. Why is she like this? Does she not want thousands of old men to jack it to her cute little fifth-grader body?"

Riley puts her hands on her hips. "We gotta do something, soooo... who says this shoot has to be PG? I say we turn the intensity up a notch, make the video a little more hardcore. Show her what real degradation looks like." Riley smirks. "I think it'll be good for little Leah, though. Girls like her usually go turboslut once they've had their first taste of grown-up cock." She pats you on the leg. "Just dick her down until she changes her tune, yeah? Loosen her up a bit. And I wouldn't mind being loosened up too. I'm getting that urge to get pinned down and pounded into oblivion~" She runs her hand along her womb and giggles, glancing up at you with a flirty look.

After years of operating with impunity, producing child porn, aiding and abetting the trafficking of underage girls, and generally being a bratty whore, Riley Rogers might finally be facing consequences for her actions. She's been summoned to The Hague to answer for her accused crimes against humanity. In a first for the International Criminal Court, the defendant is going lawyerless, representing herself.

After some initial proceedings, the court goes into a brief recess. You, the prosecuting attorney for this case, head to the bathroom. While you're washing your hands, the door swings open and none other than the defendant, Riley Rogers herself, walks in. She's straining the boundaries of the court's dress code, wearing a tiny pencil skirt, thighhigh stockings, and a sleeveless button-up blouse.

"Wuh oh, did I walk into the boys' room? I'm so ditzy, teehee." Riley giggles, but her eyes quickly turn sharp and accusatory. "So you're my opponent, huh? You think you can win against me? Send me to war criminal juvie just 'cause I support child freedom?"

Riley struts towards you. "Listen. I'm a big fucking deal. You think some dinky international 'human rights' court can do anything to me? You think I don't already have them suckling from my kiddy cunt? I'm gonna win this so hard it makes me wanna take pity on you."

She leans back against the row of sinks. Her skirt hikes up, showing a glimpse of some incongruously childlike panties. "Sooo how's this for an offer. What's your strike zone? Seventeen years old? Six? Tell me what gets you off, and you can have your own personalized little girl gift-wrapped and delivered to your front porch by tomorrow~"

"Or maybe you're more into world-class celebrities?" She steps close to you and puts a hand on your chest, slowly unbuttoning her shirt with the other. "I'm not one of those haughty bitch idols, y'know. I do belong to my fans, body and all. If you were my fan, if you supported me in the courtroom... you could do whatever you wanted to me afterwards."

She looks up at you with big cute eyes, parting her shirt to show you some chest. "Whaddaya think, creep~?"