The Taste of Slavery

I knew, I just always knew: drugs were involved somehow. I don't know how this relates to Mr. Pink - yet! But I will find out. I swear to you. I will.

And no, I'm not talking about the usual stories of coke and pills. It's no secret that drugs and alcohol have always played a sinister role in the porn industry. This was... this is... something else entirely.

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I was finally able to meet Clem late last year. Clementine Forrester is a 23 year old woman, she remains in treatment at the La Jolla facility for Drug and Chemical Addiction in Northern California. When we spoke, she was entirely lucid. Her cognitive abilities are making a healthy recovery, and her doctors informed me that there is no medical reason or evidence to suggest that her memory has been impacted in any way.

[Clem is a bright young woman on a pathway to recovery]

Why then, do the courts continue to reject her giving testimony against Kinkmax on medical grounds? I think we can all probably answer that question.

The latest ruling I could find (the case is stuck in a continuous cycle deferral), states: Ms. C Forrester lacks the mental ability to accurately perceive events, recall necessary details, and communicate a coherent story that is required to consider such serious charges against any individual or corporation.

Clem began modelling when she was 19 years old, she was scouted after performing in a dance competition at her local college. She had no intention of ever entering the porn industry. Her agent, while a modelling and television agent, was also registered as a talent recruiter for Kinkmax. I believe it is through this connection that he was able to secure the drug N06AZ90, now known colloquially as Cumyum.

[Clem was modelling, acting in television commercials and small productions, for less than one year when she began using Cumyum]

Clem's agent persuaded her to begin a course of the drug. At its heart, Cumyum is a mood elevator, an anti-anxiety pill which also creates short-term feelings of arousal and euphoria. It helps with hormonal regulation, weight loss, and balances oils and other bacteria in the skin to prevent acne, blemishes, heat rash and other mild conditions. All common problems for models, who regularly work in the heat wearing a variety of harsh cosmetics.

"You just have no idea how competitive it is out here. I didn't think I was overweight or anything like that, but the girls I was shooting with... they were all so pretty. I was new on the scene, I didn't have a name anyone knew or cared about. I wanted it so badly. I didn't even think about it."

[Clem's early experiences with Cumyum were positive, she was working with magazines and studios who described her as being friendly, hard-working, never complaining, with a bright smile on her face that cameras simply couldn't resist.]

There are two major problems with N06AZ90. The first is that it itself is a highly addictive substance. Doctors at La Jolla, working in consultation with colleagues in Germany, have concluded the chemical composition is comparable to opioids and nicotine. The second problem, is that taking N06AZ90 regularly will stimulate a potent side effect in its user.

It is this side effect that gives Cumyum its name. The user develops an obsessive craving to consume male semen. To make matters worse, the two effects appear to complement each other. The doctors I spoke to had so far been unable to understand how this bonding occurs exactly, but it does.

Dr. Alejandro Matias, a leading neurobiologist at La Jolla explained it to me like this.

"The drug creates a new craving, the new craving feeds addiction to the drug. You see the problem here? You eat a salty food, and you need water, so what happens when water makes you crave more the salty food? You eat more, so you must drink more. Now, this cannot stop."

What followed for Clem was a downward spiral so severe that she saw the bottom of the bottomless pit that is Kinkmax. It began with her agent's obvious manipulations. Clem's new found 'problem' created a huge reputational risk for her budding career. Believing her agent to be on her side, Clem started feeding her addiction through an arrangement where he would allow her to consume his semen in private.

[Clem's agent abused her condition for weeks, requiring her to submit to him sexually in exchange for cum]

"I was so scared. What if anyone found out? If I was exposed as a total slut in modelling, I'd be a laughing stock. No serious publication would hire me again, I'd never make it on network television or in film. I'd have nothing left but the porn business. I wanted to avoid that at all costs."

It was Clem's desperate fear of porn which sadly facilitated her hurtling directly towards it. Towards Kinkmax, and the worst kind of exploitation possible. What made her condition even more dangerous, was that her agent's cum was now feeding her need for more medication. Clem increased her dosage. The euphoric effects of taking Cumyum made her even more vulnerable.

[Clem's agent introduced Cumyum to more models in his employ, where they would soon perform for his pleasure and approval]

[Lost in the euphoria of the drug, models became addicted to constant sex and cum]

The growing addiction in Clem and the other models soon presented a problem. How could one man possibly produce enough semen to sustain them all? It was time for Clem to experience the next phase of her downfall.

"I was still resisting it. Porn. Kinkmax. I just couldn't. I couldn't have people see me on camera doing that stuff. He told me he could help me, but to keep it secret, it would mean doing more than just dancing, flirting, touching other girls and stuff like that."

I sensitively asked Clem is she had ever attempted to discontinue the Cumyum. She had. But this wasn't easy. The withdrawal only increased her desire for semen. This is another twisted consequence of the drug's two effects, working together to ensnare its victims. The more Clem tried to wean herself off the Cumyum, the more she craved semen to compensate, and the more she consumed, the more her craving for Cumyum grew.

Clem began 'Rimtrading'. A ridiculous practice her agent invented as she continued to refuse work with Kinkmax. The clients would be well selected and private, protecting her identity as a model and upcoming TV star. The exchange would require her to provide service in the form of orally pleasuring the anuses of these men first. Clem's agent groomed her slowly. Rimtrades started at 5 or 10 minutes, and then rapidly escalated until she was spending multiple hours every day licking strangers in exchange for them masturbating into her mouth.

[A 'Rimtrade' involved Clem pleasuring a man by performing a rimjob, and then being 'paid' through them next receiving a blowjob from her]

"You must think I'm so stupid. I knew what it was. I knew I was doing sex work in exchange for sex work. You just don't know what Cumyum feels like. It was everything. The high was instant. The pill would dissolve on my tongue and I was in heaven. And then it only got better. When I felt a man cum in my mouth. I'd savour it. Every moment. It would sit there, rolling the delcious goo around, and then I would swallow and immediately crave more. It was better than a home cooked meal, better than sex, better than money. It meant more to me than anything you could ever imagine."

[Clem confessed she eventually enjoyed Rimtrading. She had mentally linked the act of licking assholes with the psychological reward of swallowing semen. She would often continue performing the degrading sex act, while riding the high of semen, long after the men had 'completed' her payment]

It was at this point in our interview, that I noticed Clem was becoming increasingly agitated. I worried I had pushed her too far. The conversation was taking her back through some deeply traumatic memories after all, but then I noticed the time. It was nearly 1pm, and the sound of a trolley's wheels rattled down the hall from the comfortable visitation room we sat in.

My heart broke as I saw the way Clem sat up to attention when the trolley finally made its way to us. I'm not squeamish, but my stomach turned when I saw her grab the plastic cup from the Nurse's hands. In my experience, patients usually have to provide transparent confirmation that they have taken their medication. This was not needed for Clem.

I asked Clem's doctors if they were any closer to finding a synthetic substitute, but they informed me that they likely never would. Research in N06AZ90 is limited, and more effort is driving towards finding its origins and illegal manufacture than there is in helping its users. Clem was being weaned off her addiction slowly through regular, decreasing doses of male semen.

[Clem was eventually consuming up to twelve 'loads' of semen per day to maintain her addiction]

When she had finally finished her meticulous task of dragging her tongue around every surface inside of her cup, we continued.

Clem soon reached rock bottom. Sustaining both a modelling career and her addiction was impossible. The only option was porn, and by this time her agent's grip on her life was absolute. He was her only source of Cumyum, and was no longer willing to sustain her addiction through Rimtrading alone. He demanded she begin working at Kinkmax, and she relented.

If one is hoping for a gentle introduction to the porn industry, there can be no poorer choice than Kinkmax. Infamous for their depravity and tireless in their humiliation of women, Clem was subjected to one of the worst examples of their 'Anal Destruction' series that I have ever heard of.

['Splitting the Clementine' debuted on Kinkmax's Anal Destruction platform, it has been streamed and downloaded millions of times]

"I had never done anal sex before, that was something that made it special for them, I think. They wanted to explore the entire process with me. We used my fingers at first, and then some small toys. It got progressively bigger. To be honest, I've kinda blocked that first scene out of my mind."

[An inflatable buttplug attached to a hand pump was used to expand Clem's anus during the shoot]

A common feature of Kinkmax productions is to maintain an 'interview' of sorts with performers throughout the content. This feature was thoroughly deployed during Clem's experience. What made the piece more exciting, was that her previous modelling and television career had created some minor celebrity around her profile. It made for better and more degrading entertainment that she was exploding her previous fame through this new choice to do porn.

Clem appeared to be happy and eager throughout the shoot. This was because between scenes, the crew were giving her top-up doses of Cumyum and filling shot glasses with semen for her to swallow as regular 'treats'. The final act had Clem spreading her grotesquely gaped anus to camera, while answering questions about her father, her teachers at school and other people from her hometown. Multiple times she was made to invite, and sometimes beg, for people who had known her growing up to masturbate over the film she was making.

[The last line in 'Splitting the Clementine' is an unseen member of production saying 'Why don't we give Jacob (her father's name) one last wink"]

What is perhaps the most shocking about Clem's time with Kinkmax, is the amount she was ultimately paid. Clem has created, across different platforms used by the business, possibly over 100 scenes with Kinkmax. Assuming a standard shooting day of 6 to 8 hours, we calculated the money she earned in her two years with them to find a figure that roughly equates to the State minimum wage.

"I would have agreed to anything. They were clever with how they arranged shoots, there'd be so much I didn't want to do. And they'd say, 'oh that's a shame, because the one after that is a bukkake scene. But I guess you're not interested'."

[Clem became one of the most popular stars on Kinkmax]

[Her addiction to semen made her easy to pacify and manipulate]

[Kinkmax would boast that there was nothing they could not convince Clem to do for them]

Clem's exploitation was bad enough on camera, but off-camera, she was equally abused. Kinkmax had found a goldmine. A starlet who would perform the most intense and degrading scenes, who in exchange demanded nothing but more drugs and cum.

"I would sign things and then they'd bring me more things to sign. I don't know what any of it said. I was either eager to get it over with so I could shoot and get cum, or Kinkmax would send me off to meet people who wanted to cum down my throat. I didn't want anything else."

[Kinkmax would enthusiastically feed Clem semen while she performed. It was only when she showed signs of hesitation or disagreement that they would withhold it from her]

[Kinkmax would issue surveys asking viewers what they wanted to see in Clem's next scene. The most voted for choice in 8 out of 11 of such scenes was for 'No Safewords']

Clem eventually checked herself into the La Jolla facility for Drug and Chemical Addiction. When I asked her to reflect on her whole experience, I was interested to know if there was a specific moment throughout her abuse that prompted her to find the strength and courage to make a change.

"It was a night that felt different. They were fewer people I recognised, fewer crew, more of the like... the old dudes and the executives who never came on set. They said not to worry, and not to think about what was happening. They had arranged for me to meet up with Ajax afterwards. Be a good girl, be quiet and do as you're told, and you'll get to spend a whole night with him. It was something they so rarely offered. I knew something was up."

[Ajax was regularly used as a 'special reward' for Clem when Kinkmax needed to calm and control her]

[Ajax could apparently produce upwards of 10ml of ejaculate, multiple times in a 'session' with Clem]

"I was naked, but they put me in a collar, and they sent me out to a stage. There were lots of people watching in seats, some showing their faces, some hidden behind masks. The man next to me started shouting and taking their bids."

It was a slave auction. Clem had been brought by Kinkmax to a venue where they intended to sell her. It's unclear if this meant selling her as 'talent', presumably transferring the numerous contracts they held with her, or if they intended for something more permanent.

"So many things went through my head in that moment. But I thought, surely they'll want to keep my Cumyum addiction quiet, you know? If they are gonna sell me, then they'd want a good price. Nobody would want to buy me with a head so fucked up by drugs."

Clem's moment came when the bidding was paused. There was so much interest in her, that the organisers suspended her sale for another evening. The current high bidders were offering beyond their declared maximum thresholds. Buyers had to reconfirm their information and return in 24 hours to resume bidding. Kinkmax still made good on their promise to Clem, leaving her alone with Ajax, confident she would be sated with his company. It was her chance to escape.

"The organiser, auctioneer, host, whatever he was... he wasn't hiding it at all. He was talking it up. Talking my addiction up! The audience loved it. They were more excited that I was strung out on Cumyum. It wasn't hurting my price, it was improviing it! It all just hit me at once. Everything. All of it. I was more valuable because I was drunk on cum all of the time. I was giving blowjobs as payment for licking asses. I was doing torture scenes in exchange for bukkuke scenes. I had lost my mind. I was being exploited and saying thank you for more exploitation. That's what they liked about me, that's what they wanted to buy. The perfect slave. A girl who was so broken that she'd beg for more abuse and promise she'd do as much abuse as possible to say thank you afterwards..."

[Clem reached a point where she considered allowing Kinkmax to sell her, in exchange for one night swallowing Ajax's cum.]