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Powerone





ISBN 9781615083954

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Copyright © 2011 Powerone

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A Sizzler/Submission Novel of Bondage





Prologue

Lured by Deception



Tyler was in the small Midwestern town for two years now. He hated the snow, but he loved the people in the Midwest, they were all so trusting. He always picked a town with a university, this one home to State University with over fifteen thousand students, half of them female, all within miles of him. He set up shop on one of the side streets off Main Street in one of the many shops that all vied for the attention of the students. Tyler was the proprietor of Glamour Shots, a professional photography studio.

He spent a lot of money remodeling it when he moved in. The front lobby was small but tasteful. Two rows of comfortable chairs and couches lined the walls, the coffee table littered with just the right magazines, Vogue, Glamour, Bazaar, and Mainline but also the foreign magazines, Jalouse, Grazia, Distill and Dansk. The walls were covered in photographs that he had taken over the years. Tyler was a great photographer, but few knew of his real fame. Most of the pictures were of kids and families, but there was also a selection of his models' pictures, though it was limited, not wanting to offend the parents in this staid Midwestern town with their risqué dress. You had to go deeper into the studio to see his best works.

Inside there were six rooms, the largest reserved for kids, families and the yearly college student pictures that made him respectable. At the end of the hallway was his darkroom; Tyler still preferring real film, cornering the last of the market for Kodachrome film when they stopped making it last year. He also used digital cameras, but his fashion and other photographs looked so much better on film. The other four studios were reserved for his best work and his most lucrative.

One was devoted entirely to boudoir pictures, the room holding a large, four-poster, brass bed. The walls were lined with sexy pictures of women of all ages; many of them scantily clad, all of them with a sexy sparkle in their eyes and a touch of intimate flesh posed provocatively. Even in this Midwestern town, there was still a demand for boudoir pictures. You would think that most women would prefer a female photographer for these risqué pictures, but Tyler found out otherwise. Another woman couldn't appreciate the female body as much as a man, making it provocative and sexy to the camera.

The next room was for his fashion photography. Girls would start off here, Tyler taking it slowly. You can never hurry a young girl into shedding her clothes for the camera. It was like a seduction. It took time and finesse, Tyler being good at getting the girls trust. That would be their first mistake. A larger collection of his work lined the walls. They were more provocative than on the wall in the lobby. Skirts were shorter, more naked legs, blouses open almost to the waist, breasts unrestrained by bras. The girls in the pictures were all young, beautiful and sexy. Their faces were lit up as if they were experiencing an orgasm. Tyler could do that to a girl.

The remaining two studios were special. He spent a lot of money soundproofing them, doing many of the special items in them himself. The local workers wouldn't have understood. He coaxed the special girls into these studios. Tyler enjoyed and excelled at bondage photographs. The two studios were built with special props for his pleasure and the girls' restraint. You would think that it would be impossible to get a girl into one of these rooms, but in the last two years, he had eight girls. Eight beautiful and willing girls had submitted to the seductive lure of Tyler and his camera. At the present time, he was looking for a new candidate, but you could never hurry that. If you did, you made mistakes and mistakes could make the girl run like a scared doe.

Tyler paid a number of people in the town to be on the lookout for fresh talent. Maxine was a hair stylist, doing many of the students. She heard the girls talking while getting their hair done as though she wasn't there. She knew exactly the type Tyler was looking for. She even joined Tyler a few times with some of the girls in the back rooms. Biff was a contractor, but he was always in one of the shops doing remodeling, so he was never conspicuous and had a keen eye for young, delightful flesh. Tyler paid him in pictures.





Part I

Brittany





Chapter One of Part I Brittany

Playing Up to her Vanity

Biff was working at one of the exclusive boutiques near Tyler's Glamour Shots studio. Only the rich and beautiful could afford and wear the clothes in the store, far too sexy and expensive for the middle class. He saw her come in with her entourage. The other girls wanted to be with her because they knew that she attracted the most popular, rich boys at the University, and she knew it and used it. Biff heard her name, Brittany. She had flawless skin, almost like porcelain. Her clothes fit her body to perfection, the sweater molded over pert, pointed tits, slim waist, full hips and an ass that made your cock hard when she swayed it seductively. Her long, lean legs were perched high on heels, clicking in rhythm to the sway of her ass as she walked. She had the most beautiful face, big blue eyes, blonde hair, natural blonde hair he was sure, a small pert nose and a pair of luscious lips that men would dream of them doing obscene things to them as she wet them so enticingly.

He watched as she looked around the store, her group of girls slowly leaving as she took her time. It didn't seem to bother her in the least, seeing the relief in her face that she didn't have to preside over her court and could shop leisurely. The saleslady left her alone, standing in the background if needed but knowing that the young girl didn't want her opinion.

Brittany was looking for a dress, but her eyes caught the workman over in the corner staring at her when she wasn't looking. He was in his late thirties, a tee shirt pulled over large, muscular shoulders, with a broad chest and strong abs, tapering down to a slim waist. She loved to tease men like him, seeing him desiring her but knowing that he never had a chance to possess her. She found a black dress with sequins, taking it off the rack and walking toward the dressing room. She exaggerated her walk, swinging her hips back and forth, able to feel his eyes burning on her buttocks. There were four dressing rooms, Brittany picking the one that opened up to the doorway to the store. She walked inside, pulling the curtain closed, but making sure that it was open a couple of inches on one side. She took off her clothes, hanging them up neatly, including her bra, until she was standing there only in her panties and heels. She moved toward the open end of the curtain and turned her back to the curtain, posing for the eyes she knew were watching her. She picked up the dress and put it on. She looked in the mirror, not liking it, but she opened the curtain and walked out. She felt the gentle sway of her naked breasts as she walked to the other side of the room, the workman stopping what he was doing to stare at her. She walked near him, posing in front of the mirror to his side.

"It's not you," Biff said to her.

She turned to him. "I thought you were a workman, not a fashion designer."

"I know beautiful women and what looks good on them. That doesn't."

"If you know so much, why doesn't it look good on me?"

"It flattens out your breasts. You have lovely breasts and nothing should take away their natural shape." He paused for a second. "Especially when they are naked like they are now."

She hated that he was right. She didn't say anything, going over to the rack and selecting another dress, this one white with buttons down the front. She took it to the dressing room. She pulled the black dress off and hung it on the hanger. She went to the side of the curtain that was open, this time facing forward. He was right about her breasts, so she would tease him as she flashed him. She saw him staring at her, moving away when he saw her looking out at him. She took the white dress off the hanger and put it in. She buttoned it up then changed her mind, leaving the top three buttons open. She walked out to where he was standing. "What do you think of this one?"

"Turn around slowly." She did as he said, turning her back to him, Biff liking the way the dress hugged her ass cheeks. When she turned to the side, he told her to stop. He moved closer to her, pulling open the dress to reveal one of her naked tits. "I love that. It clings to your ass like a second skin. Your breasts are unfettered; the three buttons opened will tease everyone that will be staring to get a glimpse of that lovely naked breast."

She couldn't believe that she was posing for him, but she twirled around, stopping when he told her, not even protesting when his hands went to the front of her dress and peeked inside at her naked breast. She had been displaying herself to him so it almost was natural for him to do it. "Including you," Brittany responded.

"Yes, but I was already teased with a glimpse before. I just wanted to see them on my own."

"Thank you; I like this dress, too." She walked back to the dressing room, making sure that he was watching her. She pulled back the curtain and went inside. This time she left it half-open. She took her time taking off the dress, hanging it on the hanger with such care, standing so he could see her standing in her panties and heels, turning sideways so he could admire her naked breasts. Her nipples were swollen and hard, Brittany never realizing how exciting it was to show her half-naked body to a stranger.

He watched her, such a lovely body and from the looks of things, she loved to show it. She was an ideal candidate for Tyler. His cock was bulging out his pants by the time she came out and paid for the dress. Biff went up to her before she left, handing her a business card.

"What's this?" She looked at it, half expecting it to be his business card, but it wasn't. Glamour Shots was tastefully printed on the card, Professional Photographer.

"You ever think about being a model? You are so gorgeous and with a body like that, you were made to be in front of the camera."

"I thought about it, but I didn't want to go to New York City."

"Go to Glamour Shots and talk to Tyler. He's been doing photographs for professional models for years and he has lots of contacts. You don't have to leave this town to be famous. You like posing and showing off your body. It would be a sin to hide it from the rest of the world."

"Maybe I will." She put the card in her purse. "What's your name?"

"Biff."

"Thanks, Biff, I'll tell Tyler you sent me." She knew he was watching her as she walked out.

* * * *

Tyler knew who she was as she walked in. It was four days ago that Biff told him about Brittany. She came alone. That was a good sign. She was seriously thinking about it. "Thanks for coming in, Brittany."

He surprised her. "How did you know my name?"

"Biff told me the most beautiful girl in the world would come to see me, and here you are."

"Biff is a flatterer."

"He is also a good judge of beauty. You have a camera presence that I haven't seen for years and a body to match."

"So are you," but she liked the attention. She always loved the attention of men. "Are you serious?"

"Spend an hour with me, and if I can't find you a professional shoot in a week that pays well, you can chalk Biff and I up to two blowhards.

"I guess I'll take a chance of an hour with you to see if you can deliver."

Tyler put the closed sign up and locked the door. "Let's go into the other room. I only have an hour."

He took her into the boudoir room. "Don't worry about the bed. I do boudoir shots for wives. I won't need props for you, just the camera and you."

"Where do you want me?"

"Anywhere you want. I shoot natural, the photographs are much better when you aren't posing. Walk around, investigate, ignore me."

She ignored him, looking around the room, the camera clicking away as she did. She wore a short skirt and button-down blouse; her legs perched on four-inch heels. She knew she looked good, and she felt the power from it. The more pictures he took, the sexier she felt. She went over to one of the tables, a low one, bending over deeply to pick up a magazine on it, knowing that her skirt was pulled up high in the back, her legs parted slightly so he got a good view. The camera clicked faster as she paused in the position. She stood back up, looking at Tyler, smiling when she saw the bulge in his pants. Not only was the camera enjoying the view. Brittany grew naughtier.

Tyler was sure that she was already wet, posing for the camera. He knew just the company that would be interested in her, if she were willing. He wouldn't push her yet. He wanted to see what she would do on her own.

Brittany saw the chair, walking over to it, straddling the wide footstool first, feeling it between her spread legs. It felt good, the cold leather on the inside of her legs as if it were forcing her to spread wide. She moved to the chair, but she didn't sit on it; instead, she kneeled on it facing the back. She turned and smiled back at Tyler clicking away. She gave him one of her haughty looks as if her mind was filled with dirty thoughts. She spread her legs to the outside of the chair until her skirt threatened to rip, then leaned her body over the back of the chair until her hair was hanging down almost to the ground on the other side. She couldn't see what she looked like, only imagining it. Her skirt had to be hiked half way up her ass, her legs spread to reveal way too much to the camera, but she was growing excited by the camera. It was as if she were making love to the camera.

He loved her bent over the chair like an errant schoolgirl waiting to be punished. She had a great ass, the skirt leaving half of it exposed, her panties pulled tight over two full buttocks. She posed her ass, her hips moving from side to side as if she were making love to the chair. She was a sexy one.

She got off of the chair, walking around the room.

"Take off your blouse." Tyler said it loudly so there would be no doubt what he wanted.

Am I willing to do this? Undress for the camera. She took one look at Tyler and the camera, taking a deep breath, and then started to unbutton her blouse as she walked. Tyler stayed in front of her as her fingers moved down the buttons until she pulled the blouse from her waist. She turned her back to him as she pulled it open, looking over her shoulder as she pulled it down her arms and threw it to the floor. She raised her arms high up into the air and turned toward him, her breasts pulled up high as she stretched her body. She could feel how hard her nipples had become, how wet her pussy was. She walked around the room. She bent over the low table again, this time facing Tyler, stopping when her breasts were hanging down, the bra barely able to contain them. She smiled at him. She stood up and walked around again, strutting, feeling so sexy.

He gave her a moment to get used to being without the blouse before he said it. "Take off your bra now, Brittany. Show the world what they are missing."

She looked at him. Could I do it? Strip naked to the camera. I did the same thing to Biff. I showed him my breasts. It was only Tyler and the camera. She turned her back to him, turning her head toward him. "You naughty boy. What do you want me to do?" She didn't expect an answer, she already knew. She reached back and unclasped the bra, her hands holding the bra in front of her as she turned toward him. She slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms, coyly keeping the bra over her breasts. Her nipples felt like they would explode. She spread her legs until her skirt was pulled tight, looked at the camera and let the bra slip to the floor, revealing her naked breasts to the camera that clicked away repetitively. She stretched her lean body as if she were just waking up, feeling her bare breasts rising and falling as she turned back and forth toward the camera. She even put her arms behind her head, linking her fingers and bowing out her elbows like she read in erotic novels, arching her back to make her breasts more prominent. She looked down at her nipples, never seeing them so hard and throbbing.

He watched as she walked around the room, the gentle bounce of her breasts so erotic, Tyler catching every sexy move. There wasn't a blush on her body, Brittany proud of her body and showing it to the camera. He let her go on for a few more minutes. "Just about finished, Brittany."

"Not yet," she shot back. She walked over to the chair, hiking up her skirt almost to her waist. She sat down on the chair, pulling her legs up almost to her chest. She turned on her side, curling up into the chair. Her ass was pushed out to the side, feeling her panties pulled tight over her cheeks, giving the camera a good view of her buttocks. She even teased the camera, clenching her cheeks and making them dance as Tyler clicked away. She finally got up, pushing her skirt down, retrieving her bra and blouse, covering her body back up again. She didn't look at him until she was fully dressed as if it really didn't happen, but she could feel her wet panties. She had done each shameful act, and it made her excited. She was born to perform for the camera. She knew it. "So, what do you think?"

Tyler never saw one that performed so well for the camera or so sexily. She made love to it, teasing it, and then performing for it. "You ever hear of lingerie by Shai?"

"Who hasn't? They're the rage in Europe and the more metropolitan markets in the United States. They have been banned in many countries for their cutting edge ads, some very provocative." They were a very expensive brand with their products in demand.

"Could Brittany be their provocative spokeswoman?" He saw her eyes light up.

"You can do that? You can get me that job. I'd do anything for it." She could imagine all the people that would see her and wish they were her. Or the men that would desire her from her pictures. It was more than she ever expected. Am I getting my hopes up for something that Tyler couldn't accomplish?

He was hoping that she would be willing to do anything to get the job. He could get her the first shoot, but after that, she would have to accommodate the company representatives. Europeans would want something more from Brittany than just her picture. "The owners are European. I can get you the first shoot, but they will want to meet you during the shoot." He didn't know how to say it delicately without scaring her away. "They want me to take lots of pictures. They can be very demanding."

Brittany already stripped almost naked for Tyler, what could they want any more than that. "How much does it pay?" She had to ask, even though she didn't need the money.

"Ten thousand for the first shoot. If it tests well, the next one could bring you fifty to a hundred thousand." Tyler would earn a pretty penny, plus he got the rights to the other pictures that would be taken. He would keep them while the campaign went on, but as soon as it was over, he would make a fortune on the more provocative pictures of Brittany.

That was a lot of money, even for her. She would have earned it herself, that more important to her. "Call me when you find out." She left, knowing she would be on pins and needles until he called. If he called!





Chapter Two of Part I Brittany

Just Hanging Around

Tyler called her in the next day. "I have a photo shoot set up for you on Sunday at my office. The president of the company will be here along with a few of his staff. Can you come down before so we can discuss what will take place? I don't want to have any misunderstandings."

She was so excited. Brittany didn't think Tyler could pull it off, though she hoped he could. She still hadn't told anyone yet, she wanted to do the shoot first before she broke the news. "I'll be down in a couple of hours."

Tyler was waiting for her. "Sit down, and we can discuss what will take place. I want you acting like a professional when they come in."

She sat down, crossing her legs and revealing a lot of naked leg for Tyler to see.

"Their ad theme is: when you're just hanging around, shouldn't you look as good underneath your clothes."

She loved the idea, and she knew it would be even more provocative than that. That is where she would come in. It would be her body that would be showing off their lingerie. She knew that the camera would have to capture it, so there wouldn't be a lot of clothes in between.

"You're going to be wearing one of their red thongs, no bra, under a red strapless zigzag dress. I've seen pictures of it, but they'll bring it. It's a tube dress, made of spandex. With a short skirt, it will cling to your ass and your breasts like a second skin; it was made for your body."

"I don't understand the rest of the theme."

"You know they are provocative, always breaking new ground. This is one of them. You will be hanging in a room from your wrists. A pair of red leather straps will be around your wrists, and they will be bound above your head. Your feet will barely touch the ground, a pair of red heels strapped around your ankles."

This was nothing like what she expected, but then again, their advertising was never what you expected. It was always a shock to the norms of the time.

Tyler continued. "There will be one man in the room and four gentlemen guests to watch. All will be wearing masks to hide their identities."

"Am I a willing participant?"

"No, you will not know what will happen, and I hope to capture the surprise with the camera. That is part of the excitement in the photo shoot. I am hoping to catch the one out of hundred photographs that will highlight the client's product and also the shock factor."

So, that is why there were one man and four gentlemen guests. The one man would participate. Brittany would have her red thong revealed to the camera somewhere along the way by the one man. What else would he reveal? "How long will it take?"

"About two hours once we start." Tyler pulled out the envelope, taking out five crisp, new thousand-dollar bills. "My first dollar was a one dollar bill which I still have in a frame. I guess yours will be a thousand-dollar bill. Are you going to frame it?" This was the closer. She will either take the money or run away.

Brittany took the money, careful not to fold the bills. She would frame the first one. There would be many more. She would do what she had to do to be successful at modeling. It was an once-in-a-lifetime chance, and she wasn't going to let it slip away. She has been handling men all her life; this would be no different. She knew how to use her sexuality to her advantage. "See you Sunday." She walked out even though her legs were shaking from the unknown.

* * * *

She arrived early, seeing a black limousine parked out front. Tyler was waiting for her, but no one else was around. "Are they here?

"Yes, but you won't see them until we begin. The play-acting is an integral part of the shoot. Your clothes are ready in the changing room. Put on only what I laid out. Take your time getting ready. Your appearance must be flawless."

She walked into the changing room, the red dress hanging on the wall. It was a great dress, though it was not something that she would wear. It was way too trashy for her, though it did excite her a little when she took it off the hanger. It would cling to her flesh; you would be able to see every nook and curve in her body. She found the thong, a tiny thing that sold for over a hundred dollars. There was no bra, but she didn't need it, and it would look even trashier with a strapless dress. She took off all her clothes, slipping into the thong, loving the way it felt as it pushed between her ass cheeks. She pulled on the dress, literally pulling it on her, the spandex clinging to her. She pulled it up over her breasts, glad it didn't flatten them out. When she sat down to put on the heels, her short skirt almost went to her waist. It felt strange to have the leather straps around her ankles, but she knew it was just a prelude to the straps that would soon be around her wrists. She had never let anyone tie her up before, especially wearing such a skimpy outfit. She checked her makeup and hair before she walked outside.

Tyler whistled at her when she came out. It was as though she were nude, the dress not doing anything to hide every sexy curve in her body. She looked so sexy perched high on the heels; the red straps a nice touch to match the ones that would soon be on her wrists. Tyler couldn't wait to get her stretched up tall and bound. "Here, let me put this on you. It will match perfectly." He put a large red leather belt around her thin waist and tightened the buckle. It compressed her stomach in even more, giving her the perfect hourglass figure that most girls never had. "You ready?"

She took a deep breath, as deep as she could, the belt and dress pushing in hard on her body. "Yes." She was going to knock them dead. They walked down the hall to one of the other rooms, Tyler opening up the door for her, Brittany taken back by what was in the room. Tyler had staged it to look like some kind of bondage room. There was different furniture around, all with straps to tie up the victims, but her eyes were drawn to the chain hanging down from the ceiling and the pair of red leather straps that would soon be around her wrists. They were waist high, but she knew once she was secured that would not be the case.

"It's all for you, Brittany. This is your debut." She moved until she was next to the straps, Tyler doing one of his favorite jobs, securing a female until she was helpless. He pulled the buckles tight around her wrists until the red leather was pushed into her skin. They would leave a mark, but it would disappear in a couple of days.

Her hands were secured in the leather straps. She felt a strange excitement in her body. Tyler moved away then she heard the clatter of chains and her hands began to rise up. She panicked for a moment and tried to fight it, but the chain was relentless, clanging noisily as her wrists were inched up slowly and methodically. They were at her head now and moving higher. Normally, she would be reaching down to make sure her bare breasts didn't pop free of the dress, but she could do nothing as her arms rose up higher. She looked up, hoping they would stop soon, but they kept going until she almost had to get on her toes, the muscles in her arms growing taut. The chains went silent. She looked to one side, the wall covered with a floor-to-ceiling mirror that shot back an image that shocked her. It was her, her body stretched out tall, her arms bound above her. Her nipples stood out like hard rocks, pushing obscenely against the dress, her short skirt had ridden half the way up her thighs. Her legs looked so long, naked and her calf muscles taut as she struggled to keep from swaying.

"Begin," the only thing Tyler said as he picked up the camera. The door opened as if on cue and Mr. De Groot, the president of Lingerie by Shai walked in along with four of his associates. They were all wearing black leather masks that covered the eyes and nose.

She saw them walk in, five of them, one of them was the leader, you could tell by the way he carried himself and the others looked to him for direction. Four of them stood in front of her, about three feet away, but the one walked around her, his eyes inspecting her body intimately as though he was planning.

"I'm Andre and these are my friends. You are a very beautiful girl." He walked around her, seeing her try to move away, but all the chain allowed her to do was twist and turn on it, never able to move more than a few inches. He put his hand around her waist and turned her back to the other men. "We love to look at beautiful girls."

She jumped when his hand went around her waist and turned her around as if she was a puppet on a string. She felt him behind her, his head almost touching her naked back. Tyler was already clicking away pictures, but that was the farthest thing from her mind. His hand lightly touched her buttocks, not groping her, more of a gentle touch. It moved quickly, going from one cheek to the other then slipping down and touching her bare leg before moving back up her front and toward her breasts. She tried to climb the chain to escape the hand, but she was bound and unable to stop him from touching her.

She was squirming back and forth, shoving her lovely ass back at him when his hand went around front, pushing out her tits when his hand went to her back, and then down to her ass, her hips pushing out as if she were trying to find a lover.

"Awwwww," she cried out softly as his hands flew lightly over her body. She didn't know whether she wanted him to stop or touch her harder. She was able to turn around and face the other men, but Andre was behind her. She looked at the bugles in the men's pants in front of her and then she felt Andre push up against her ass and she felt the rigid flesh of an erect organ pushing into her ass.

"Hold still, a body like that is meant to be caressed." With one hand on her hip holding her in place, his other hand went to her leg, sliding down over the short skirt to find the lovely naked flesh of her leg. Both hands slid down the front of her legs and back up, enjoying the way it made her hump those delightful ass cheeks against his cock. "Yes, Brittany, I like that."

Tyler was capturing the scared look in her eyes and it was genuine. She was being caressed by a strange man while bound.

"Noooo!" She protested as the hand slid up her sides, her body moving back and forth but unable to pull away. The fingers touched the edges of her naked breasts beneath the thin dress, Brittany shamed that her nipples rose to prominence, hard tips that ached to be touched. The hands went up her naked arms until they got to her bound wrists, then slowly journeyed back until he skimmed lightly across the sides of her breasts. She squirmed as she looked down as the fingers of both of his hands fanned out over her breasts and lightly caressed the hardened tips. If he would only grope her hard, but she couldn't stand the way his fingers were teasing her, arousing her, making her want him to touch her harder.

"I can feel your hardened nipples, Brittany. You like it when I touch you." His fingers glanced over her nipples, feeling how hard they were, Brittany squirming against him.

His hands slid around her body, both of them moving lower. "EEEhhhh," she cried softly as they moved down to her waist, and then as they touched her buttocks, they pushed her around until her back was to the other men again. He was putting her on display for them to see, Brittany waiting breathlessly to see what he would do. His hands slid up and down her buttocks, moving down to touch her bare legs, not sure if he pulled up her skirt higher as the hands returned to her buttocks. With a hand on each buttock, she felt his large hands grip each and squeeze them like ripe fruit. They moved up and down, fingers touching her bare legs, then clutching her buttocks and squeezing them. His fingers dug into her buttocks as her muscles contracted, but he was too powerful, his fingers digging into her flesh and pulling apart her crack until she felt a perverse thrill at being touched so inappropriately while others watched. He was pushing her up against his throbbing organ, and she could do nothing but rub shamelessly against him as his fingers controlled her every movement.

"Nice ass, Brittany. I love the feel of your buttocks when they are clenched so tight.

She thought she had squirmed away from him, but his hands were already moving up her back and along her sides as she turned again toward the men. Both of his hands converged on her breasts, but it was no longer a light touch. It sent shivers through her body when they ran over her armpits and then slid across her breasts and teased at the sensitive tips of her nipples. One hand slid back over, this time finding her naked cleavage, fingers tracing over the deep divide and the top of her dress. She began to cry softly as she squirmed against him, his hands sliding down over her hips and finding her naked thighs, forcing her to rub back onto his waiting prick. Hands went up to her breasts, his face pressed into her naked back, as the fingers spread out and each one encasing the fullness of her breasts. He kept her squirming with his hands, and she could do nothing but rub her body against him and pleasure his erection.

Andre slipped his hand into the corner of her dress, the spandex dress tight, but his hand was insistent as he pushed in until he could feel the first warm touch of a bare tit.

She looked down as his hand slid into her dress, pushing down the front of it, feeling the flesh of his hand touching her bare breast for the first time. His other hand slid down over her belly and touched her mound, forcing her to jerk back and forth against his prick as she cried out in desperation. "Don't make me naked," but his hand was already pushing down the front, his finger touching her naked nipple, feeling like it was shocked with a thousand volts. He held her tight as one hand touched one of her naked breasts; the movement causing the dress to fall farther down until her other breast broke free of the tight dress. She looked at the men staring at her one naked breast while his hand continued to encircle the other and squeeze it until it felt like her nipple was going to pop.

"Lovely tits, Brittany. You should never cover them up, they are too beautiful." His hands grabbed both of her naked breasts and began to clench on them, squeezing them, releasing then squeezing tight again. He felt the hard nubs of her nipples pushing into his flesh.

"Don't do that in front of them, pllleeasse," she sobbed, but his fingers continued to squeeze her naked breasts. His fingers found her hard nipples and began to work them over. First, he squeezed her breasts until the blood felt as if it was exploding in the tips, then his fingers sought them out. She shook her head back and forth as she sobbed, his fingers running circles around her areolas as her nipples betrayed her and rose out to meet the waiting fingers. Fingers slapped the tips back and forth, the sharp slap sending shivers of excitement between her legs that she couldn't explain. "EEHHS, EEEH, don't, please don't!"

He went back to squeezing her lovely breasts in his hands, compressing the full flesh until his fingers left red marks, lifting them up high, and then releasing them. He played with them for long minutes as she panted and squirmed against him. "Turn around, Brittany. Time to play with that great ass." He used force to turn her around toward the men, kneeling down in front of her as his hands slid down behind her and on her naked legs. While he held her tight, his hands slid up under the short dress until he found her naked buttocks. Now he knew why he loved thongs so much. She had firm cheeks, feeling her muscles contracting from his touch, but his hands were too powerful for her to stop him.

His hands were under her dress and moving up her buttocks. She felt his powerful fingers fighting her muscles, Brittany losing the battle as his fingers pried apart her cheeks, a strange quiver of excitement making her anal knot contract. She sobbed louder now, "Please, don't touch me there," but his hands were already moving back down over the soft, sensitive skin where her buttocks met her thighs. "NNNNO," her protest louder, feeling his hands grabbing the thin string that was concealed in her crack and pulling it out. His hand slid between her legs, feeling the thong pushed to the side and the touch of man's hand on her naked pussy shocked her. "EEEEEREEHHHH!" A fat finger penetrated her pussy from behind. It didn't hurt, shaming her more than anything else, knowing he would know her secret, her pussy drenched with desire.

"Such a wet pussy, Brittany. I'm glad you are enjoying this." His finger slid easily into her, her insides almost sucking him into the hot, tight hole. "Yes, tighten your pussy on my finger, Brittany, show me how much you like being fingered." He began to push his finger in and out, faster and faster as her body shook and her hips began to ride his finger. She was crying, but it wasn't pain, only the shame that she felt when he found her so wet and desirable.

She was turning red as the other men watched her body jerk back and forth, as Andre masturbated her, Brittany bound and penetrated by his finger that continued to ride her. One hand continued to grope her naked buttock, but it was the other finger that slid so nicely inside her, setting off such pleasurable but shameful feelings in her body. He suddenly stood up, but his finger never left her, his free hand finding one of her breasts and squeezing and groping it, finding a strange excitement when he squeezed her nipple too hard. It made her pussy tighten on his finger, and he felt the same thing, her nipple squeezed repeatedly as she bucked back and forth and gripped the finger so possessively. "NNNNOOO!" His hands left her breast and her pussy, but he moved behind her, his hands sliding down over her belly and sending shivers through her bush. They went to the bottom of her dress then back up, pulling the dress up until her thong was revealed. He held the dress high above for a long time while Tyler took countless pictures of her pussy molded to the thong.

He saw Tyler had enough pictures for now, his hand sliding back down to her crotch. His finger found the sharp divide of her slit, teasing the thong in between as Tyler captured the proud display of her mound beneath the thong. He pushed the thong to the side to reveal her naked pussy, Tyler snapping away pictures until his fingers began to play with her wet pussy.

She could only jerk back and forth and rub up against his prick as his fingers explored her naked pussy. She could see her own reflection in the mirror, his fingers peeling back her pussy lips to show the pink inner lips that glistened with her shameful juices. He began to rub his finger up and down her slit, gathering up her juices until she felt the same finger enter her with a powerful thrust. She cried and panted, her body moving wildly as the finger fucked her pussy and his other hand rubbed her breast and nipple. It felt too good, except for the shame of doing it in front of an audience. The four men were watching her in the throes of ecstasy. His fingers knew just what to do, fucking in and out, than sliding out and running up and down her slit until her clit popped out to greet it. Her body shook the first time he touched her pleasure button, rubbing the head, and then his finger slipped back inside her, Brittany welcoming it as her pussy muscles clenched onto it. He suddenly stopped, deserting her pussy.

He kneeled in front of her, his hands sliding up her sides until he got to her tits. He began to squeeze them. Not caressing them, but treating them harshly, compressing the flesh. "Do you like your breasts manhandled, Brittany?"

"Nooo," she denied it, but his hands were squeezing her breast together, the blood pouring to her nipples until she felt the blood pounding in them. She saw the men watching Andre, wishing it were their hands that were abusing her. He squeezed them then made them jiggle; pushing them so close together that her nipples touched each other. He played with them until they were sore. His hands left them and slid down her sides then over the back of her legs and ass before moving to her belly.

"Let me slip off this tight belt, Brittany." Andre's hands went to work on the belt until it fell to the floor. He stood up and went behind her.

She knew what he was going to do, Brittany panicking when his hands slid over her naked sides until it found her dress, the top pushed down at the waist. "EEEHHH," she cried out when the hands slid inside the dress and began to move down, pushing the dress with it. She looked down to see her belly exposed then felt the dress brushing over her mound. She could feel his breath on her naked ass as he pushed the dress to the floor, leaving her only in the red thong. She was forced to lift each leg until he threw the dress to the side. He stood up behind her, pushing his prick into her naked ass cheeks as he turned her to the four men and Tyler. Tyler began to click away incessantly, catching the last of the pictures with Andre's red thong. When he finished, she felt Andre's hand on the waistband of the thong, and she shivered when the thong slid over her fine, blonde pubic hairs sending tremors of pleasure through each follicle. She stepped out of the thong in surrender, standing naked for all to see.

Andre began to explore all of her naked body, Brittany hanging by her wrists, naked for him to devour. He moved from her breasts, down her sides and her lean, long legs, back up, coming over her clenching buttocks. He began to run his hands down over her mound, back over her hips and up her lovely ass cheeks as she squirmed deliciously against him, little whimpers from her when he touched her wet pussy or her hard nipples.

His hands were everywhere, nothing to protect her anymore, her naked body vulnerable to him. He turned her sideways, making her arch her ass back as one hand caressed her naked ass cheek. He began to kiss her back and sides with his hot lips as his fingers touched her everywhere, her body on edge, never knowing where his fingers would stray next. Her breast were not immune to his touch, Andre enjoying being rough with them, squeezing them as if they were balls to play with. Brittany found that it was not so bad, her nipples almost welcoming the fingers when they pinched too hard. "No more," she begged, but she didn't even convince herself that she wanted him to stop. Suddenly, he moved away, her body not touched for the first time in a long time. By the time she looked to see where he went, he was back.

He moved behind her, one hand around her waist to hold her in position, arching her ass back against his cock. His other hand went to her crotch.

She felt his cold, wet hands find her hot pussy. She knew what he had done, his fingers slippery with some kind of lubricant. His fingers were going to return inside her.

"You're going to like this, Brittany. So much that you are going to cum for us to see." He fingered her slit gently, rubbing the lubricant along her slit. He could feel her hips begin to move, not to escape, but to welcome him. She jerked up on her toes when he pushed his fingers inside her, two fat fingers sliding straight in.

There were more fingers this time, but they didn't hurt. They knew just where to go, touching her in places that she was never touched before. She stood up on her toes as he impaled her on his fingers, her body jerking up and down as he gently fingered her with the delicious feel of his fat fingers. She looked down at him kneeling next to her, looking up at her as his fingers continued to work her into a sexual frenzy.

"Spread your legs for me, Brittany."

She did as he said, rewarded with another finger in her, all of them searching and exploring her pussy with such expertise. They moved high inside her, forcing her onto her toes then back down, driving deep inside her, feeling them opening, stretching them like a big prick. He was moving his fingers forward and back, her clit rubbed constantly as she panted in sexual heat. How could I do this? Would I come shamefully in front of them all? Will Tyler capture my humiliation on the camera?

She was moaning loudly as he aroused her. "Squeeze my fingers with your pussy, Brittany. Show me how much you love my fingers." He waited until he felt it, her pussy gripping his fingers until he couldn't move them. She released them, wishing it were his cock that was receiving the powerful contractions of her muscles instead of his fingers. "Again," this time she did it quicker, obeying like a trained dog.

"OOOH," she panted when his fingers slid in and out, rubbing up her slit to caress her swollen clit. "MMM," feeling them slide back in her, rubbing and stretching such unbelievable places inside her. She could feel every bone in his knuckles pushing out the elastic walls of her pussy with such demanding hardness. He was tickling some place deep inside her, her body not able to stay still, her hips moving, rocking back and forth on the expert fingers that were masturbating her to a shameful orgasm in front of them all.

Andre pushed on her thighs. "Spread your legs real wide, and I'll make you cum hard, Brittany." She did, her legs spread about four feet apart. He drove his fingers straight up inside her, bending them and pushing against the soft walls as her muscles clenched excitedly on his fingers. He pressed his finger on the secret spot inside her, Brittany rising high up on her toes as she cried out in pleasure.

"OOOHHH, theeerre, touch me therrre again!" She never felt anything like it. She rose up high on her toes, and then sank back down, impaling her pussy on the fingers that were exciting her.

Andre looked at her pussy, his fingers slowly pulling out until they pulled free. She looked down at him with a desperate look. He pushed his fingers back into her, slowly and deliberately until he could reach her cervix, Brittany standing on her toes, her pussy wrapped delightfully around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out again, glistening with the abundant juices that leaked from her overheated pussy. He pushed his fingers back in, this time moving them from side to side, her body shaking, her cries becoming louder. She wouldn't last much longer.

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slid his wet fingers along her slit. Back down his fingers penetrated her again.

"OOOOHH!" It felt like he was sticking his whole hand up her pussy. She looked down to see four fingers inside her, the thumb crushing her clit into her pubic bone as it rubbed back and forth over the swollen bud. She never felt anything as big or go so deep as the four fingers. She was sure he could pull her off the ground with his fingers in her pussy. In and out, they fucked her, hard and full, her juices flowing freely as her hips began to move frantically.

"Look at me as I make you cum." Andre shoved his fingers in her hard, opening them up inside her, Brittany crying out, but it wasn't pain she felt. She opened her tear-stained eyes and stared at him as he masturbated her. He began to finger her fast and furious as she cried out.

"EEEWW, AAAAAHHHH," Brittany so close, but she knew it would be nothing like she ever felt before, not even her own fingers could do this to her. She didn't know whether it was being bound and stripped naked in front of the men or whether Andre was just that good. All she knew was the feelings that were building in her body and set to explode. "EEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!" She came, her head exploding in colored lights, feeling like she was peeing on him when she came like a man, flooding his fingers as her muscles clung to the thick knuckles in her pussy. She was thankful she was hung by her wrists, her legs giving out as she came, the fingers taking her from one plateau to another. She stared at Andre as he grinned proudly as she came profusely for all to see her shame. She didn't think it would ever end, her breathing shallow as she struggled for air. The fingers were still in her, but moving slower, Andre knowing just when to reach in deep and force her orgasm to the next level.

Brittany was crying when she finally came down. Andre was wiping his hands on a towel, Brittany seeing the pool of fluids on the floor between her legs. Did I do that? She felt a blush of humiliation cover her body.

"I'll be right back. I need to take out this film." Tyler left them alone.

Andre nodded to the other men.

Brittany felt them move next to her, feeling Andre behind her. She didn't have to look down to know what they were doing. She heard the hiss of five zippers going down and then the sounds of belts falling to the floor as pants were lowered. She felt Andre behind her first. Or she should say she felt the heat of his hot prick rubbing on her ass cheeks.

"We're going to masturbate and cum on you, Brittany. All five of us. You don't have to do anything; we'll do it all."

She felt all of them rubbing up against her, Brittany never contemplating such a scenario. Five men were jacking off on her and they would probably shoot their hot cum onto her naked body. She felt Andre behind her, his hands on her cheeks and pulling them apart.

"I'm going to put my cock in your ass crack. Clench your muscles and hold my cock in there. I'll fuck it back and forth until I cum. All you have to do is hold it tight." His cock jerked in excitement when her tight buns clasped onto his cock and trapped it. He began to rock his hips back and forth, feeling the delightful friction between Brittany's ass cheeks.

She felt the other pricks rubbing against her, some of them rubbing up and down her wet slit, others jerking in excitement when they touched the naked skin of her hips. She could hear the frenzied hands sliding up and down erect cocks, the tips already leaking hot precum onto her skin. She felt Andre behind her, feeling the massive head of his cock rubbing back and forth over her exposed anus. Her cheeks clenched partly in fear that his cock would enter her there and partly in expectation that he would. She never felt such a thing before. It didn't take them long, too excited watching her bound, stripped and masturbated. The first one jetted onto her pussy, hearing the loud slap as it landed on one of her lips, the hot crème feeling as if it was burning her flesh. Another jet shot out, then a second man began to cum on her. Before she knew it, a thick layer of hot crème covered her lower body. She would have cum if she had it in her when Andre came between her cheeks. She tightened so hard that she trapped his prick in just the right spot. The first jet of cum felt like it was going into her rectum, setting off shameful contractions of her anus. He came repeatedly onto her anus until she was soaked. She never felt anything like that.

The men left as suddenly as they arrived. Tyler came in and took her down from the chain, giving her a bathrobe to cover up with and a towel. "You can take a shower in there." He had seen her. She was covered with the men's cum, including someone's cum dripping down from her ass. She walked to the bathroom without saying a thing.

She took off the bathrobe, as the water got hot. She reached around, scooping up a finger full of drying cum. It was Andre's cum. She put a dab on her lip. She didn't do anything, trying to get up the nerve. Her tongue finally snaked tentatively out of her mouth and licked on the spot of cum. She drew it in her mouth to savor it. It was thick, sticking to her tongue. It was no longer hot, but it was so salty. Yet, it wasn't as bad as she expected. She put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. She got into the shower. As the water washed the drying cum from her body, she savored the cum in her mouth until she finally swallowed it.

Tyler gave her the other five thousand dollars. Brittany felt a little like a whore for doing what she did, but she couldn't deny she was satisfied. No one had ever made her cum like that before.

"They loved you, Brittany. I showed them the picture that they should use in their ad. It's not the best, but it would pass most censors." He handed it to her and was pleased with her smile. He couldn't wait to see the rest of them. It would be a delightful collection of a young girl being masturbated. He even had a video from the secret camera of the men cumming on her and the look of bliss on her face when they did. "They will do the focus group this week. If successful, they will be ready for a second shoot. Don't worry, the people will love it."

"Thanks, Tyler. I really enjoyed it. I hope they'll do another." She walked out without saying anything else.

Tyler hoped she did another, too. He knew what the theme was for the next one.





Chapter Three of Part I Brittany

Naughty Schoolgirl

Brittany was nervous, Tyler putting her off the first week, but by the second week, he called, an excitement in his voice.

"I know I left you hanging for the last two weeks, but it was well worth it. Not only was the focus group successful, it was so successful, the ad went directly to print. I just sent you an email of the ad as it appeared in a Paris magazine. It will hit all of Europe by the end of the week and New York City by the following week. They are anxious for the next to take advantage of the furor over the first. Andre will be in on Saturday, and he is expecting you."

"Hold on," she yelled into the phone as she opened up the email and the attachment popped open on the screen. She couldn't believe it was her, her thong clearly visible as her dress was pulled up high with the slogan beneath it. She couldn't believe the expression on her face. Tyler had captured her perfectly. "I can't believe it."

"Believe it. I have a fifty-thousand-dollar retainer sitting on my desk with your name on it and an equal sum will be paid when you complete the shoot on Saturday. That's if you are interested." He heard her screaming in the phone. "I guess that means yes."

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Brittany didn't tell anyone what she was doing. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Don't I believe it myself? Yet, she knew what happened last time, Andre stripping her naked and masturbating her in front of the other men. She expected and almost welcomed the next shoot. After manipulating men so long, it was a change to be taken by such a powerful man and forced to do things that she would have never consented to. The bondage scared her and excited her, not sure which one more.

As usual, Brittany was early, Tyler realizing that ahead of time and was waiting for her. Each time he saw her, he couldn't believe how beautiful and sexy she was. Not only him, but also the camera captured it in every picture. "Are you ready?" He passed the check over to her as he asked her. He saw the grin on her face when she saw the amount on it.

"Yes, I'll be better than last time."

"I hope so, you should improve each time. Fame is fleeting in the model business. It can slip away just as easily as it came if you don't give it one-hundred-fifty percent." She would need everything she had in her today.

"What's the theme of this shoot?" She could feel the sexual excitement in her body, knowing it would be provocative. She didn't ask, but she knew Andre was already in the back and she expected the other men to be there, also. She could still vividly recall the feeling when they came all over her, especially Andre, the taste of his sperm still lingering in her mind.

"Thank goodness I wore my sexiest thong by Shai today. You never know when you'll be naughty." Tyler said the ad theme first. "You'll be dressed up in a schoolgirl outfit, a short, blue plaid skirt, a pale blue thong underneath it. You'll wear a white button-down blouse, no bra. Your hair will be in pigtails."

She grew excited. "Where will it take place?" This was the part she wanted to hear, knowing whatever she wore wouldn't last very long before it was stripped from her.

"You'll be in the headmaster's office with his staff. He is stern and a disciplinarian. You have broken the rules and need to be punished."

She could almost feel Andre's hand on her naked ass, stinging with a strange excitement. "I'm ready."

"Good, the clothes are in the changing room. I'll wait for you."

She walked into the changing room, seeing the clothes laid out for her. She stripped off her clothes until she was naked, looking in the mirror at her body. She could only imagine the number of men that saw her ad and desired her, dreamed of doing the things that Andre did, all the things that he would do. It made her wet to be the center of such desire. She put on the thong first, pulling the sexy material over her bush, sure that it soon would be soaked if Andre let her keep it on. The skirt was next, short, if she bent over, half of her naked ass would show, but she was sure that was the idea. Her nipples were already hard by the time she put the blouse on, the material a little rough, only exciting her nipples more when they dragged under the hard material. She buttoned it all the way up to the top, a small blue tie to go with it. She looked down to find a pair of blue knee socks and black loafers. She put her hair into pigtails, looking back at her reflection. She was a very sexy schoolgirl.

Tyler knew today's session would be good when he saw her. She was ready, her body ripe and willing, just like a naughty schoolgirl. He grabbed his camera as he led her to the last room, the only one she had never seen. He spent all week getting it ready.

She half expected it when she saw the inside, but it still shocked her senses. The first person she saw was Andre, though he still wore the mask to cover his face. The other four men were sitting in chairs to the side of his desk. It was the headmaster's office, Andre sitting behind a large wooden desk that was empty. She saw the benches and the table around the room, all made out of heavy wood. In one corner of the room was a pile of rope and another pile of leather cuffs. Hanging on the wall was a selection of paddles, whips and crops. All built for punishment, the leather worn from use. Tyler was on the other side of the room, already taking pictures as soon as she walked in.

"Come in, Brittany. We have been expecting you." Andre's voice was stern.

"I didn't mean it," Brittany already trying to use her feminine guiles to get out of whatever trouble she was in. "I won't do it again, Headmaster."

"Exactly what you told me last time, Brittany, and the time before. This time it will do you no good. You have to learn there are consequences for all of your actions and pay penitence for your misdeeds. Step forward."

"Do they have to be here?" She turned to the four men watching.

"I find that it is better for a girl to be punished while others watch. Humiliation is a good motivator to deter future bad behavior. You will think twice about coming before us again."

She stood in front of his desk. "Please, Sir. I will do anything but not in front of them," she begged.

"Raise up your skirt, Brittany." He voice was demanding obedience.

"No, I can't," Brittany cried out defiantly.

Andre stood up from the desk and was next to her in a flash. He saw the startled look on her face. "Bend over the desk." His hand already pushed her over to the front of the desk, his other hand on her back and pushing hard. He felt her resist, but he was too powerful, slowly bending the girl to his will. "Your punishment will be increased for your defiance. Hold still now." He turned her face until she was facing the other men. "Keep your eyes open."

She was trembling, getting into the act, but there was something else. It was as if she was transported back in time and she was really in the Headmaster's office. She looked at the men staring back at her, tears in her eyes. She felt the headmaster's hand still on her back, but then it began to slide down. She braced her body, but even though she knew where it was going, it still shocked her when it slowly ran over the upper hillocks of her buttocks. He stopped, but she could feel the hard, demanding hand burning her flesh with shame.

"Don't move," Andre warned her, his hand sliding over one of her luscious ass cheeks. He felt the powerful contractions of her buttocks as she clenched them defiantly shut, but he would soon have his way with her and make her surrender. His hand molded her ass cheek. "Very lovely, Brittany. These are made for punishment." His hand moved from one buttock to the other, feeling her clenched muscles hide her crack from his touch. "Stand on your toes, Brittany. Get your ass up higher." He squeezed one of her buttocks until she obeyed, balancing on her toes as her delightful ass was pushed up as if she were offering it up to him. He tapped one cheek lightly. "Good girl." He looked behind her, her short skirt riding high up, almost to her crotch.

She pushed her pussy into the hard wood as his hands roamed over her ass. She was already in more trouble, not wanting to defy him anymore. She rose up on her toes, shamed as she pushed her ass up suggestively as his hands continued to explore her buttocks. She kept her buttocks clenched tight.

"You're learning, Brittany. Hold still while I pull your skirt up," he warned her. Andre's hand slid down until he felt the naked skin of her legs, the skin soft and supple as his fingers trailed up her legs until he got to the hem of the short skirt. He slowly raised the skirt up, inch by inch, slowly, tantalizing Taylor's camera as he stood to one side to capture the naked flesh revealed.

She could feel the air blowing on her naked legs, feeling the skirt slide up as more of her legs were revealed. She was still perched precariously on her toes, the skirt sliding up over her buttocks, the pale blue panties sure to be revealed now. Brittany heard the camera clicking away incessantly, knowing that Taylor was getting the first shots of the thong revealed. She felt Andre's hand on her buttocks, no skirt masking the touch of his fingers, only his flesh touching her naked flesh. "Please, don't bare my behind," she protested, but her heart wasn't in it, her pussy pushing into the hard desk as Andre's demanding hand rubbed her naked cheeks. It caught her by surprise, though she should have expected it.

"SMACK!"

Andre enjoyed the way her cheek quivered beneath his palm when he struck her, a sting in his palm nothing compared to what she felt, but he could feel the heat on her skin from the blow. He left his hand on her cheeks until he felt the contractions of her muscles stop. Tyler clicked away shots of her pink cheek framed by the pale blue thong.

"SMACK!"

The second one hurt as much as the first, but Brittany was rubbing her pussy hard against the desk, wishing for something more. Her cheeks burned, but her pussy was flooded in unexpected arousal that the pain brought.

"You need to be punished like a naughty girl." Andre sat down on the heavy wooden chair with no arms. "Over my lap, Brittany, so I can give your ass the attention it deserves.

She stood up from the desk, glad she could get off her toes. Her skirt fell down to hide her naked buttocks, but Andre was waiting for her, his hands out to guide her into the position he wanted. He bent her over his lap, Brittany looking down to see the bulge of his erection pushing out his pants before she touched it with her body. Her hair fanned out to the floor, the blood rushing to her head as she pressed her abdomen into his throbbing erection. His hand slid over her ass cheeks as he pushed her over his lap until she felt her pussy rub against his prick. Her skirt was pushed up high, his hand already beginning to explore beneath it until she felt it pushed up her back.

Tyler caught twenty shots of Andre's hand fondling her naked buttocks, the blue thong revealed as it clung to her pussy and the mysterious blue string of the thong disappeared between her pair of delicious cheeks. Then Andre began to spank her, the sound of his hand smacking hard on her naked cheeks reverberating in the room.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!" The blows rained down on her naked ass cheeks, the white skin turning a delightful pink and heating up. Andre's hand rose up high with each stroke, bringing it down so that the palm of his hand hit the maximum amount of girlish flesh. Her lower body began to squirm with each blow, only inciting Andre to continue as she rubbed her mound so salaciously against his growing erection. "Thwwack! Thwaack! Thwaack!" The sound of each blow made his cock grow harder.

Brittany cried out with each smack on her buttocks. It hurt worse than she expected. "I'll be a good girl, Headmaster," she begged, but the hand continued to pummel her ass cheeks, the stinging increasing with each blow. She couldn't control the muscles of her buttocks, feeling them jerk, tighten and then relax when his hand rested on her naked buttock after each spank of his hand. She was relegated to a little girl wriggling under the domination of pain as Andre continued to spank her ass with fearful regularity. Her buttocks arched up after each blow until his hand calmed her flesh, only to rise up, Brittany's body tense in anticipation until the next blow found the naked flesh of her other cheek.

Andre watched as her firm, young buttocks turned from white to pink to taking on a deeper shade of red as he continued to reign down blows on her ass. She would be sore for a while, but on her back, she would give any lover a good ride, bucking up to escape the pain in her buttocks.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

He hit one cheek with six blows. "NNNOOO, not the same spot," Brittany cried out, but as quickly as he started, his hand stopped, resting softly on the heated flesh of her buttocks. It began to move over her cheeks, Brittany's lower body beginning to move slowly back and forth in hopes of pleasing Andre with her gentle rubbing of his erection. Not even the hand that began to explore her naked ass was as bad as the spanking. She dared not move.

Andre noticed Brittany's almost unnoticed, gentle movement of her hips as her mound began to masturbate his rock hard erection gently. His fingers gripped both of her cheeks, feeling her muscles trying to snap shut. "Relax your cheeks or it will be a paddle next time," he warned her. He felt the surrender of her muscles, digging his fingers deep into the crevice of her buttocks and yanking them ungraciously apart until only the thin blue string of the throng covered her anus. The thong string couldn't hide much, a dark brown hole peeking out from both sides in a sea of white flesh. His fingers crept closer and closer to her intimate hole until they were touching the edges, digging in between them to spread her open.

Brittany felt the shameful touch of his fingers peeling apart her cheeks, knowing that everyone could see and that Tyler was capturing this humiliating sight with the camera, but she didn't fight him, letting him have his way with her. She felt the shameful shiver in her body when his fingers touched the edge of her anus and then she could feel the stretching of her anal ring as the fingers forced her cheeks open obscenely. She only hoped the thong string provided some privacy of her most intimate hole. He began to flex his fingers, her anal ring opening and springing shut, only to open again under his probing fingers. She felt the strange contractions in her rectum that seemed to be connected to her pussy. It made her pussy muscles contract and tighten as if they were seeking out a lover inside her. In spite of the sting in her buttocks, it wasn't pain that Brittany was feeling. Like before, she grew excited the more he took possession and control of her body.

He released her cheeks. "Stand up, Brittany, so I may continue your punishment."

She had hoped it was over, almost hoping that she would feel the men's pricks rubbing against her body. She stood up on her trembling legs, reaching behind to rub her cheeks, surprised that they weren't more painful than they were. She stood in front of Andre. "Yes, Headmaster." She watched as Andre stood up, no hiding the bulging erection that she had instilled with her grinding mound. She was proud that she had done such a thing.

"Stand in front of the men and slowly take off your blouse. Then you will bend over while each man explores your young, firm breasts. If you move away, you will be paddled soundly. You must endure this shameful punishment without hesitation."

She knew they wouldn't be just fondling her breasts; otherwise, there would be no need to warn her. She walked over to stand in front of the four masked men, all of them staring up at her, all of them sporting erections caused by her spanking. She slowly began to open her blouse, one button at a time, teasing them as she teased all the men. Her breasts were naked beneath it, letting them catch a quick glimpse of her bare breasts until the buttons were open to her skirt. She drew the blouse from her skirt, unbuttoning the last button, Brittany holding the two halves together to tease them. She arched her back, her breasts straining the blouse, feeling her nipples harden against the rough material. She couldn't wait to feel the men's fingers pinch and prod her nipples to greater hardness. She finally pulled the blouse open, seeing their eyes staring at her chest as she arched her back deeply and exposed her naked breasts to the men. She let them ogle her naked flesh for a few moments, only their harried breathing in the room. She pulled the blouse from each arm and let it slip to the floor in front of her. She stood proudly in front of them, naked to the waist. The cool air blew erotically across her nipples. "I am sorry that I was naughty. Do as you wish to me for my penitence." She bent over in front of the first man, her heavy breasts hanging down until they were only inches from his face and his hands. She waited impatiently for him to touch her.

She moaned softly when fingers curled around her hanging nipples, the blood rushed to the tips, growing more erect as powerful fingers gripped them both and began to pull on them. Brittany had no choice but to lower her body as her nipples were stretched. Fingers twisted and turned them, her pussy growing wet as they abused her flesh with such delightful pleasure. When she was lower, the nipples were released, but his hands gripped her firm breasts and squeezed them like ripe fruit. His hands and fingers milked and gripped her breasts and nipples for long minutes. He stared into her eyes when his fingers pinched her nipples, feeling like they were in a vise.

"Hold still."

She felt her nipples stretched as he pulled on them, Brittany clenching her lips as the brown flesh of her nipples began to turn light colored as they elongated into long cones. She struggled not to move and relieve the pressure that was building in them, but she knew not to defy them. She bit her tongue when he twisted her nipples, the pain lacing through the depths of her breasts. No one had ever treated her breasts so harshly, most men lavishing gentle attention on them. They sprung back just as quick as he released them, Brittany looking down to see her nipples a deeper red, harder and larger than she had ever seen them before. It might be pain she felt, but her nipples enjoyed the painful abuse. He slapped both of her breasts, making them sway from side to side.

"Go to the next."

She saw what he had in his hands, but she wasn't sure what they were for. There were two wooden rods about two feet long and about half an inch wide. There were three long screws that pierced the two rods, keeping them separated but parallel, one on each end and one in the middle. There were three wing nuts on the end of each screw to tighten them. She did what she had to and bent over until her breasts were hanging in front of his face. She clamped her lips together as she figured out the strange contraption. The man opened the screws until the two rods were about four inches apart. He lifted them up, and she watched as he threaded her breasts between the rods on each side of her breasts, close to her nipples. He began to tighten the wing nuts as Brittany watched the two bars get closer and closer together, all while she stayed still and allowed him to do this to her. She felt the first gentle pressure of the bars as they touched her areolas, the man adjusting the bars until they were snuggled up tight against the base of her nipples. He had an evil grin on his face, and he went to work on tightening the wing nuts more. The gentle pressure began to be more, much more. The two bars had trapped her nipples between them, the man working all three of the wing nuts as the pressure grew more intense, Brittany staring down to see her proud, erect nipples growing redder as the blood was forced into the tips by the pinching bars. She felt her heartbeat in her nipples as the blood pounded, the blood-engorged tips growing as the bars increased the pressure.

"Yes, they are so lovely that way, Brittany." Andre looked down at her dangling breasts. The wood rods split them nicely, the blood-engorged nipples looking like swollen red balls. "I imagine they are quite sensitive now."

"MMMMMM," she cried out when fingers began to rub over her nipples. Not just fingertips, but fingernails, feeling like knives lancing into the rich nerve endings of her nipples, the bars heightening the sensitivity. He worked over both nipples, paying special attention to the very tips, feeling like needles were piercing the tips and stabbing into the meat of her breasts. She should be crying out in pain, but the pain turned to pleasure by time it reached her pussy, her drenched pussy. She bent over submissively while one man played with her bound nipples as she hissed in pleasure. It was five minutes before he stopped, Brittany feeling like her nipples were sliced with cuts, looking down to see them no worse for the wear except for the beet red color. "AAAAHHH," she cried out in pain when he released the bars, Brittany expecting the relief to spread over her body, but first, she suffered the intense pain as the blood raced back into the trapped nipples.

"Move onto the next, Brittany."

My nipples are already so sensitive, how can I take any more? The slightest movement caused the breeze to blow across them; feeling like sandpaper was rubbing them. She bent over the third man, his cock jutting up from behind his pants. He grew excited at what the others had done to me or was he excited at what he would do? He took his hands out of hiding, Brittany seeing the pair of tight-fitting gloves that covered his palms and fingers. They were lined with tiny, spiny needles barely a half-inch long, looking like a covering of fur on the palms and the fingers. They looked soft, but Brittany sensed otherwise.

"Lower and push your lovely breasts into my hands."

He wanted her to inflict her own torment, Brittany having no choice. She bent down lower until she felt the first touch of the gloves on her breasts. Her prominent nipples were the first to find them, feeling like she was touching a cactus. Hundreds of tiny spines dug into the flesh of her nipples, his fingers rubbing back and forth across the already-sensitive tips. "OOOOOOHHH," she cried out, feeling as if they left the spines in her skin, and the next touch ignited them again. Her over-stimulated nipples swelled as if stung by a nest of angry bees. The fingers moved over her full breasts, clenching on the dangling flesh, the spines feeling like barbs as they sunk into her skin with ease but pulled out with a sharp bite. How could such tiny spines be so intensely painful? Her areolas were next, the tip of the fingers running a circle around her nipples and rubbing the dark rings as bumps appeared and the barbs worked their magic on the hypersensitive flesh. Brittany struggled to stay in position, but she did while the man worked over her breasts with his perverse gloves.

He pulled the gloves off of his hands. "Up a little. Push one of your breasts into my mouth, Brittany."

Brittany had boys suck her breasts and nipples before, but she never had to present them to a man before. She felt the tingling in her nipple as she trailed it along his face, the mixture of his unshaven face and the embedded spines in her nipples sending delicious shooting pains into her pussy. She felt his hot breath as he opened his mouth, Brittany lowering her nipple into his mouth. She felt his lips seal her nipple inside, sharp teeth biting in the same place the rods had clenched tight, and then his tongue began to attack her nipple like a punching bag. Her body froze as his teeth rubbed back and forth over the base of her nipple like a knife, his tongue feeling so rough on her sensitive nipple. His hot mouth sucked her swollen nipple deeper inside, stretching and pulling the flesh, his cheeks hollowing as he created the immense pressure. She was sure that he was going to yank her nipple from her chest and swallow it.

She felt relief when he released her breast, but she had to present the other one to his oral ministration. He went to work on her nipple first, feeling like he was chewing on it until he sucked it deep inside his mouth and his lips tried to engulf her whole breast. She was thankful that she was buxom and her breast wouldn't fit. His tongued washed down her other breast for long minutes as he sucked noisily as if he were nursing her. He spit out her breast, Brittany looking down to see it covered in a satin sheen of saliva.

She didn't have to be told of the next man. She heard the dangling of steel chains and saw the pair of nipple clamps in his hands. She had seen them on the Internet but couldn't fathom that pleasure could come from them. Yet, here she was now, her breasts sucked, clamped, groped and rubbed, all the while her pussy soaked her panties until it felt like she had wet her pants. She dangled her breasts in front of the last man. This time, he reached down and put one of her hands in his lap on the hard cock that jutted up. Her fingers curled around the shaft as he moaned in pleasure. She felt his cock jerk in pleasure the first time the nipple clamp bit into her nipple with biting hardness. The pain shot through her breast, but all she did was hiss in pain, her fingers curling around the jerking cock that enjoyed her pain. The second one was just as surprising when it bit her flesh, in spite of knowing what would happen, but it took a moment before the pain turned to a dull ache, just as the first one did. The heavy clamps pulled her youthful breasts and nipples toward the ground, the man tugging on the chains and igniting a fresh burst of pain in the crushed tips. "MMMMM," she cried softly, her breasts bouncing up and down as the man tugged on the chains, the clamps refusing to release the naked flesh of her nipples. Her fingers began to masturbate the cock beneath her one hand, hoping that he would find her pleasurable touch too much to resist and leave her clamped nipples alone.

"Yes, very good, Brittany. You have magic fingers." He made his cock jerk as her fingers moved up and down the shaft like tiny hands. When she slowed up, he tugged on the nipple clamps until she paid closer attention to his pleasure, watching as her dark brown nipple stretched beneath the unyielding metal clamps that captured them.

In spite of her fingers rubbing his cock, he continued to yank the chain on her nipples, making her bend over deeper, until her face was only inches from her hand on his cock. She was afraid that he wanted her mouth, Brittany never taking a boy's prick in her mouth before, though she let boys between her legs to orally pleasure her. The closest they ever got to her mouth was her hand to satisfy them. She rubbed his cock harder with her hand, hoping to make him climax before he got any ideas of using her mouth for his pleasure. She saw the shadow, but couldn't rise up since her nipples were clamped and chained.

Andre grabbed the end of the chains. "Stand up, Brittany." He tugged on the chains, pulling them up, Brittany forced to stand up or risk having her nipples torn from her chest.

She had to follow him like a dog on a leash, Andre tugging on the chain, the clamps biting into her nipples with each tug. Her nipples were so abused by the men, but the pain was different, making her pussy wet. She wanted one of them to fuck her and quench her unfulfilled lust.

"Turn around and face the men," Andre forced her to face forward. He stood behind her, his hands still controlling the chains. He raised them up high until her breasts began to rise up, forced by the chains connected to the nipple clamps. Andre loved to control the girls this way, making Brittany rise up until she was on her toes, as her nipples grew elongated. "Yes, lovely, Brittany." He finally released the chains and let them dangle in front of her. "Take them off," he told her.

She knew enough from the rods that crushed the base of her nipples that coming off was just as painful as going on. He made her do it, Brittany's fingers on the first clamp, gritting her teeth as she began to pinch it open. "EEEEEEHHH!" It was agonizing, the pain shooting into the very tip of her nipple. Her fingers rubbed her sensitized nipple until the pain went away, Brittany almost wishing she could leave the other one on, the pain of taking it off worse.

"The other one, Brittany. I do love to hear that our punishment is working." Andre smiled as she readied to pull the other one off.

She thought if she did it quicker, it would be less painful, but it failed to stop the deep pain that laced through her other breast or quench the scream that tore from her lips. She rubbed her other nipple until the pain went away. If only she was allowed to rub her pussy.

"Your skirt, Brittany, take it off."

Her fingers went to the side of the skirt, finding the single button, and then the soft hiss of the zipper as it slid down. She released it as it fell to her feet. She was clad only in her thong, Brittany suddenly looking down to confirm her worst fears. The front of the pale blue thong was stained with her wetness. She turned red in shame that they all knew her secret. Tyler's camera snapped away incessantly as he kneeled in front of her to catch her humiliation.

"Turn around. Bend over and grab your ankles with your hands, but keep your legs straight."

At least she wouldn't have to see their faces. She bent over, feeling her naked ass cheeks pushed toward the men ogling her near-naked body. Her hair fell to the ground, her breasts dangled in front of her. She kept her thighs locked together as she grabbed her ankles. It was an immodest pose to be placed into, Brittany hearing the camera clicking away to catch the last pictures of the pale blue thong. Even Brittany realized that she would soon be completely naked in front of the men. It was the unknown that she feared and desired, Brittany not sure herself.

"Tighten your cheeks, Brittany." Andre's hands caressed the smooth skin of her buttocks as her muscles clenched tight, trapping the string of the thong between the tight clench of her crack. His fingers slid along the crack until he found the wetness of her drenched panties, pushing his finger deeper into the wet slit of her pussy. "You are enjoying this too much, Brittany. We must get back to your punishment."

She felt Andre's hands at the waistband of the thong. His fingers dug beneath the band, and then Brittany felt the string between her cheeks attempt to pull free. She released the tight clench of her cheeks as the string pulled from between her crack as Andre slowly and methodically began to denude her body. She felt his hot breath on her hip, then the shameful touch of his lips on one cheek of her ass as he kneeled behind her and stripped the thong from her body. He drew it down her legs; Brittany forced to raise each leg, trying to keep her thighs modestly together for a long as she could. His hand stroked her naked ass again, Brittany shivering when his finger found her pussy pouch from behind and the tip of one finger pressed into the moist slit of her pussy. If only he would fuck her and give her the pleasure that she needed. She didn't even deny him when his wet finger slid back up her sweat-drenched crack and slid over her anus and back down again. Another kiss on her ass cheek, and then he stood up.

"Over to the table, Brittany." He was a gentleman and helped her up, but his gaze was ungentlemanly, staring at her pussy.

It was a large wooden table that he led her to, not high like a dining room table but not as low as a coffee table. It was wide and deep, the thought not lost on Brittany that it would hold a female on it without any trouble.

"On the table, Brittany. All the way onto your back."

Her body was covered in goose bumps when she leaned back onto the cold, wood table. It was hard to be ladylike when she scooted back on the table, trying to keep her thighs clenched together as she skidded noisily on the wood table. Her hands were at her side as she stretched her legs out, Brittany not sure what to do but sure she would find out soon as the other four men got up and walked over to the table. Five men surrounded the table, Brittany naked and defenseless on it, Andre ready to punish her.

"Prepare her."

The words scared her; the hands frightened her. Two men grabbed her wrists, one on each side, pulling them back behind her until they were stretched out far behind her. She felt something slide under her back, Brittany forced to rise up to allow them, settling back down, something like a pillow put under the small of her back. It forced her breasts to arch up as if they were trying to reach the sky. She looked and even after all the abuse they took; her nipples were hard and pointed, begging for more mistreatment. The other two men walked down to her legs, large, powerful hands gripping each of her ankles, Brittany trembling in fear. Her legs were forced up into the air, Brittany finding her body bending in half, ass rising up from the table as they pulled her legs toward her head. They each began to pull her legs out, Brittany ineffective as she tried to fight them. "NNNNOO! Doon't spppreadd me like that!" She lost the futile battle as her legs were pulled up until they were over her head, each man pulling one leg out to the far corner of the table. Her ass wasn't even touching the table any longer, but even more revealing was the spread of her legs had split her pussy lips open wide. Tyler was in the gap of her legs and snapping away picture after picture of the most revealing pose she was ever placed into. Not even her doctor, which was a female, had ever exposed her this way. It was obscene. Not only was her pussy exposed, but also the plane of her ass was revealed, the spread and bend of her body made her crack disappeared. Brittany could feel the air in the room blowing inside her anal passage. Andre was staring between her legs and she was sure that Andre could see inside her. Tyler's camera was capturing her indecent pose.

"Hold her tight," Andre told the men. He saw them grip her limbs tighter and pull her arms and legs back wider. He looked at her pussy, her lips barely covering the pink inner lips of her pussy that sparkled in the bright lights from her arousal. Her eyes were opened wide in fright and anticipation. "You will remember this, Brittany. I never expect to see you in my office again." Andre pulled out the flogger that had just arrived in his hotel room this morning. It had forty tails of red and black deer leather, each tail sixteen inches long. The handle was made personally for him in the exact proportions to his cock. The end of the handle had his thick, domed head, the grip was done up with braids that resembled thick veins spiraling around the grip. It was ten inches long, a formidable cock.

"You're not going to use that on me!" Brittany was shocked when she saw it. She expected a spanking, almost welcomed it, but this was a real whip. With the way they had her bent and spread, there was no doubt where it would be used. Her pussy would be forced to take the brunt of the punishment. She watched in fear as Andre moved closer to her spread-open crotch. She was relieved when it was his hand that touched her pussy, but it made contact with a sharp slap.

"SSSPLLLAT!" The palm of his hand hit her pussy with a resounding slap of flesh meeting wet flesh. Her body jerked, but the men did a good job of keeping her secure, the hard wooden table forcing her pussy lips to take the full brunt of the slap. "You didn't think you would escape your punishment that easy, Brittany. You use your pussy to control men, it's only fitting that your pussy gets punished for your insolence."

SSSSPLLLAT!"

Her body shook as his hand slapped her pussy again. She should be crying out in pain, but her pussy only grew wetter as her pussy lips stung and grew swollen. If she weren't held so tight, she would have been thrusting her hips out farther, spreading her legs wider. She couldn't help herself. Four men holding her naked body spread open, while another spanked her pussy was just too much for her to fathom. She never felt so dominated by men before. Andre was right. She had always controlled boys before with such ease, but Andre and the four men were different. Her sexy body was theirs for the taking and take they did.

SSSDSPPLLAT!"

It was harder and more arousing. His hand rested on her mound after he slapped her pussy, the heel of his palm slipping into her wet slit and riding up and down, Brittany shivering with unbridled lust when his palm rubbed her swollen clit hard into her pubic bone. She watched as his hand left her pussy, the palm of his hand covered in wetness. It rose up and then fell quickly. It was different this time, it slapped hard against her open anus, feeling like the palm of his hand was trying to enter her rectum. She felt the tremors from her resisting muscles in her anal ring. She never expected her anus to be so erogenous, but the muscles clenching in her rectum went directly to her pussy. Five more times he slapped her pussy and anus until there was a puddle of her juices underneath her, shaming her with her arousal but leaving her body on the edge with no relief in sight. She wanted to yell out for them to fuck her, stick their big cocks in her pussy and fuck the shit of her. She wanted to be held down while they fucked her, her body bent to their will, their cocks slicing into her like sharp swords of man flesh. Yet the men were not finished punishing her yet. Andre had an intense look on his face as one hand gripped the handle of the whip and the other hand stroked the leather tails of the flogger. She could only watch as the men held her bound and spread as the flogger rose up high into the air, Andre pausing in midair. The tails flipped as his hand snapped, Brittany able to feel the brush of the air preceding the flogger tails on her mound.

"TTTHOOMPP!"

Her body jumped when the flogger spread across her mound, no part of her intimate flesh spared by the forty individual leather tails. The blow wasn't as hard as she expected. It felt like hundreds of tiny slaps on her mound, not all that painful, less then when Andre had slapped her pussy with his hand. The men rolled her legs up higher, spreading her a little wider as she waited for the next blow. She looked at Andre, his cock bulging out the front of his pants. He was enjoying this.

"TTTTHHOOMMMP!"

It was harder this time, a few strands of the whip fanning out between her crack and landing close to her anus. One strand found her clit, Brittany seeing stars as the harsh leather attacked her pleasure button. She could feel the heat in her pussy lips, feeling like they were swelling up as if they were stung by bees, but the pain still was nothing compared to the pleasure that she felt. It was strange, but being naked and held by strange men and one of them whipping her pussy could invoke such perverted lust in her loins, yet it was true. The pleasure overpowered the pain. She welcomed the next blow as Andre aimed better and hit harder.

"SSPLLAATT!"

A mass of strands from the whip stayed together and attacked her slit, pushing aside the lips to find the soft, inner lips vulnerable. The leather ran down her slit, soaking up her abundant juices as they bit into her flesh. Andre was already raising up the whip to hit her again before she could recover.

"TTTHHUDDD!"

He hit harder this time, slapping the hardest on her clit and driving it into her pubic bone and then the strands ran down her slit with a resounding thud. If she weren't pinned by the men, she would have been thrusting up her pussy by herself. Four more times he struck her with the whip, the last time it came crashing down on her anus, feeling like it was trying to enter her. How could I enjoy such a thing?

Andre watched Brittany as the men released her, her legs rolling back down, but her arms were still pinned to the top corners by the men, though she wouldn't have made any attempt to get off the table. She knew they weren't finished with her yet and she wasn't finished with them.

Brittany lay on the hard table as she watched the men undressing. She remembered the feel of their cocks on her body from last time when they masturbated on her. She eyed Andre's cock, seeing it jutting out at a forty-five degree angle as he stroked it to greater length, Brittany almost feeling her fingers curling around the thick shaft. Her view of Andre was cut off, one of the men climbing on the table, Brittany's legs already spread submissively. Someone released her arms and Brittany immediately drew them around the man's back as he lay on top of her, his hands between their bodies as she felt him maneuver his cock up and down her slit until it was slick with her juices. She pulled him closer, his hairy chest igniting her nipples when they touch, her ass arching up from the bed when he began to thrust inside her. Her pussy spread wide to accept the thick head of his cock, feeling his buttocks tighten as his hips began to rock forward, his cock boring into her pussy like a battering ram.

"YYYEES, FFFUCCKK MEEE!" She cried out shamelessly, her ass arching up to take more of the thick cock inside her, her pussy hot with desire. The table was hard, forcing her to take the first bone jarring thrust inside her with nothing to soften the way his cock ripped into her pussy. She went from empty to full in only seconds, bending her legs back, spreading herself open to deeper and harder penetration. No one had ever fucked her like this, powerful thrust of hard flesh, not the gentle lovemaking from boys that worshipped her. This man was only interested in his own pleasure, Brittany just a pussy to grip his cock and make him cum. She took on her new role with relish, arching up her ass, clamping her pussy muscles onto the hard cock as he pulled free, relaxing her muscles so he could take her with the full measure of his cock. Her hands grabbed his flexing buttocks, feeling his cock stab into her pussy each time they clenched. She shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was, the other men standing over the table, looking down on the two of them fucking, their hands stroking cocks that were waiting their turn inside her. She would have to let five of them fuck her before she was finished, but she could already tell that she would cum before she finished the last one. The one on top of her was fucking her in just the right way, her clit rubbed by him with each thrust, her own clenching muscles igniting a deeper lust.

"SPLLATT! SPPPLAAT!" There naked bodies slapped harshly against each other, but the pace only quickened as Brittany felt the man inside her readying to cum. She gripped his cock with her pussy with all her strength, but that didn't stop him from entering her so deep that it felt like his cock was trying to burst through her womb. She never felt so full of cock, her insides stretched around the thick shaft, but it still grew as he readied to cum, the head swelling up as it jerked against her cervix.

"AAAAHHH," he cried out as he came in the girl.

She never felt anything so powerful shoot inside her. His cock jerked and then flooded her pussy with a hot cum that bathed her insides. He pulled out, then back in, shooting her pussy with more cum as he thrust deep inside her, feeling as if he was trying to shove his wet cum into her womb. In and out, cumming repeatedly until he finally began to grow softer. She released her grip on him as he got off of her, but another was waiting for her. A soft washcloth washed the cum from her pussy, the man eager, climbing between her legs. He grabbed her legs and bent them back, feeling her pussy accepting the next cock with equal vigor. He began to get into a rhythm, his cock fucking her, her clit aroused easily again.

Andre watched her fuck, her body built to pleasure men. No wonder she did so well in front of the camera. She knew just the right things to entice men.

Brittany didn't hold back this time, letting her body go as she took the hard thrusts of the man's cock. It was a little strange to be fucked by a complete stranger wearing a mask, but that also made it so exciting. Never mind being fucked by five of them all of them eager to be inside her. She shifted her body just the right way so that his shaft rubbed against her clit, her hands pulling on his buttocks until he rubbed against her as he fucked her hard and deep. She felt it building, the lust rising up between her legs.

"Harder! Deeper! Make me cum!" The dam burst with the last thrust, the head of his cock slamming into her cervix so hard that she was sure she would be bruised, but she cared little now. "EEEEEEWWWW!" It was like nothing she ever experienced before. Her cry had spurred him on, his hips moving like lightening, his cock slamming in and out with such speed and force. Her head exploded with lights, her pussy creaming onto the cock that fucked her, her pussy muscles clenching in uncontrollable pleasure as the pleasure swept through her body. She didn't know whether she caused it or not, but the man began to cum shortly after her orgasm began, the first jet of cum unleashing a new pleasure in her body as she felt her insides flooded with a second load of cum. She had never been fucked twice in a row, never mind by two different men.

Brittany saw Andre smiling down at her as the last man got off of her. Why didn't he take his turn first with me? She felt the warm washcloth wiping off her pussy, knowing that the next man was ready. Her sight of Andre was blocked as the next man climbed on top of her. She guided his cock into her pussy, clenching her muscles as he filled her with his man flesh. This was the third one, one more and then Andre, if he was going to fuck her. She felt the man's hands cup her ass cheeks, strong fingers digging into her buttocks, raising her up to meet the first thrust of his cock. He corkscrewed his cock into her, teasing at the elastic walls of her pussy, stretching her in places she was never stretched before. His cock felt so much bigger, but she knew it was only because of the way he was fucking her, feeling his cock when she put him inside her. His fingers dug into her buttocks, feeling her crack forced to open up, the pucker of her anus stretching. She felt a strange erotic tremor in her anus, nothing like she ever felt before. He was fucking her now, but all she could concentrate on was the fingers that crept closer and closer to her anus. Would he touch me there? What would it feel like?

It only took him a couple of minutes for him to cum inside her, too eager and excited from watching the others that had fucked her and had their pleasure. His fingers had crept so close to her anus, but didn't touch it, her body on edge. He drew her body up high with his hands as he flooded her pussy with the third load of cum. He pulled out, the familiar washcloth wiping away the remnants of his pleasure by the next man. This one was different.

"Turn over and got on your hands and knees."

She did as he ordered, hands on her hips guiding her into the position he wanted, but this time Andre was in front of her. She felt her breasts hanging down as she got into the pose. A sharp slap to her ass sent the stinging pain returning to her buttock.

"Spread your legs and get that cute ass up into the air."

He was forcing her to into an obscene position, her naked ass thrust up and unprotected. She never felt so subjugated before. Andre's hands were on her head, pushing her down as the position thrust her ass up higher. She felt hands on her hips, then a cock began to penetrate her. It went in so deep, the position he forced her left her open for deeper penetration. His hands curled around her buttocks, Brittany feeling her cheeks forced apart, the air blowing on her exposed anus. She never felt so violated, her pussy and her anus exposed, the other men moving around behind her so they could see her shame. She felt Andre's hands on her face, sliding down to her chin, lifting up her head. She should have known, but her worries about taking behind like an animal had made her mind stray, but now she was confronted by Andre. She was confronted by his cock bobbing erotically inches from her mouth. She had never sucked a boy's cock before, but she knew that she didn't have a choice in the matter. Two men were going to take me at once and one would be in my mouth.

"Open your mouth and take me inside, Brittany." Andre was eager to feel the young girl's mouth grip his cock in her hot, oral embrace.

It looked so big when it was in her face. It bobbed up and down, jerking down onto the flesh of her face. Brittany wasn't sure she could do this, already contending being taken behind by a thick cock and fingers pulling her cheeks apart to reveal her anus. Andre's hand gripped his cock, pushing it until it was rubbing on her lips. She clenched her lips tight, but she could feel the hot flesh of his cock burning her lips. He was insistent, the cock never leaving her lips. Her lips began to part, just a tiny bit first, the cock running over her lower lip.

"Suck it, Brittany!"

Andre's voice was more demanding and insistent, Brittany finally opening her mouth, feeling the smooth head of his cock forcing her lips to open wider as it jerked and shuddered from her hot breath. Andre shoved with his hips forcefully, her lips spread wide as the smooth head of his cock slipped through her lips until she felt the tip of his cock touching her tongue. His hand went to the back of her neck, pushing her forward as he began to fuck with his hips, Brittany feeling for the first time a cock slipping in and out of her lips as though he were fucking her pussy. He stroked her hair like a puppy.

"What a hot, tight mouth, Brittany. Keep your lips wrapped tight around my cock. Such a good girl, use your tongue now to excite me."

Her eyes pleaded with him, but he continued to fuck her mouth, more of his cock slipping through her tightly clenched lips, sliding over her tongue to the back of her mouth. His cock was so long, her mouth short. He stopped for a moment, pulling his cock out of her mouth, but stroking his cock in front of her face until she could see a drop of his precum glistening on the very tip. She felt the hot fluid touch her lips as she submissively opened her mouth for him again, this time the salty taste of his precum invading her taste buds. He was more urgent this time, his hips driving in and out, Brittany feeling the thick veins and bumps on the shaft sliding across her sensuous lips. At the same time, she had to contend with the cock fucking her pussy and the fingers that strayed over her anus, a thick thumb sitting on her anus like a giant cork in a bottle.

Andre changed the angle of his cock until her cheek poked out one side obscenely. He rode it back and forth, as if he were brushing her teeth with his cock. He pushed her head straight until she was facing him again, pumping his cock back and forth in her mouth as he forced her to take the deep strokes inside her mouth. He held her head tight as he sped up. He pulled his cock from her mouth for a moment as she gasped for air, but he wanted her mouth back, sliding through her lips once again.

It felt strange to have a cock in her mouth and not be able to take it out as he continued to fuck her face. He finally pulled out, but her rest was short-lived, his hands on her head, two hands this time, guiding her back and forth as his hips began to pick up speed. Andre was growing excited, one hand on the top of her head, the other on her chin, his hips a blur as his cock rode in and out of her mouth with frenzied jerking of his hips. "CCCOOFFF," she coughed when he pulled his cock out, drool running down her chin.

"Take it deeper, Brittany. Swallow my cock."

She opened her mouth when his cock returned, his hand pushing her down until she felt it pushed into her mouth. In and out, he began to thrust, holding her head as he pushed deeper with every thrust. She gagged when it hit the back of her mouth, feeling the thick helmet of his cock pushed into the tight opening of her throat. He pulled back, but his hands urged her forward again, another gag, this time the head of his cock opening up her throat. Her eyes were tearing up each time she gagged, but Andre didn't care for anything but his lust. She tried to open her mouth wider to accommodate him, but it wasn't the girth that was troubling her, it was the length. He was pushing so far that his pubic hair was tickling her nose and lips, his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust. All the while the thumb on her anus began to pressure the tiny hole, Brittany groaning through the cock that filled her mouth as her anal ring began to spread open under the powerful onslaught of his finger.

"MMMGGGL," was the only sound that came from her plugged mouth as the tip of a finger penetrated her anus. She thought it would hurt, but it didn't. It was more shameful; Brittany forced her anal muscles to relax to keep them from fighting the intrusion. Brittany's body was on the edge, her mouth, her pussy and now her anus all under attack from the men. She did what she had to, moving her hips experimentally until she found just the right angle that allowed the finger in her ass to enter further. It was in up to the first knuckle, Brittany feeling it push against the soft walls of her rectum. It began to make circular motions inside the walls of her anal tract, expanding it as his cock began to corkscrew inside her pussy. Even Andre began to do the same; his cock buried in the back of her mouth as his hips undulated strangely, the head of his cock fighting to get into her throat.

Andre wouldn't last much longer in her mouth, but that was not where he wanted to cum. He still had one more surprise for Brittany. The last of his men was cumming in her, Andre seeing his finger sliding in and out her ass hole, opening her up for him. He waited until he blew his load of cum in Brittany, but that is not where he would go. He wouldn't ride his cock on the cum of others. He was going to take a dry, virgin hole.

She felt relief when he came in her, pulling his cock out, but it was his finger that deserted her that gave her the most relief. It's not that it hurt; in fact, she hated to admit that it wasn't that bad. It was like all the other things they did to her, the act of submission exciting her in spite of the perverted acts they committed. She could still taste Andre in her mouth, wishing that he stayed there until he finished, Brittany wondering what it would be like to have a man cum in her mouth. She watched as Andre moved behind her, knowing he was going to fuck her. She had been waiting for this.

Andre coated his cock with the oil until it glistened. He pushed down on her ass until her stomach found the pillow he placed there. "Lay flat," he ordered her. He pulled her legs back until her ass was almost hanging off the edge, but the pillow kept her raised up, her pussy peeking out from behind, but more important her tiny, wrinkled brown ass hole beckoned his cock. The tiny hole was slightly pink from the fingering, but it would soon stretch to take his cock. He moved forward, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit. He ran his cock over her perineum and moved higher until it covered the tiny, defenseless hole. Brittany looked over her shoulder when she felt it, a frightened look on her face.

It shocked her when she felt it, the hot flesh of his cock touching her anus. Suddenly, all the fingering and stretching by the other man became so plain. He was stretching her for something much bigger. Andre's cock. Andre intended to sodomize her. "No, please, not there. Put your cock back in my mouth and make me swallow all your cum!" Anything but her virgin ass hole! No wonder he put a pillow under her hips and belly. It thrust up her ass and left it defenseless. She couldn't take anything that big up her ass. The pressure started, Andre moving his hips gently, but the blunt head of his cock was too big for her anal ring. She felt the gradual stretching, like the fingers before, but this didn't stop. He never stopped moving, always gently but determined, stretching her anal ring until she thought it would tear.

"AAAAWWW," she cried out, but it was more in surprise than in pain. It was the shock, the slick helmet of his cock slipped through her sphincter, her insides trapping it. It felt like a big rock sitting in her rectum, but this one was alive. She felt Andre flexing his cock. She couldn't believe she had taken his cock in her ass, almost proud of herself. She concentrated on the cock in her ass, pushing back with her ass hole, feeling her muscles grip the cock.

Andre felt her inner muscles contract around his cock, making it jerk in excitement. He had to take her deeper, to feel the young girl's intestines engulf his cock like a velvet blanket. "So good, Brittany. Raise your ass a little higher and push back with your ass hole. Let me in deeper." His voice was excited.

Brittany tried with all her might to accommodate him as she felt him begin to move deeper inside her, feeling a couple of inches of thick cock begin to stretch her. His hands held her hips, keeping her captive as his cock began to move in her ass hole. First forward until her muscles contracted around his cock, then back, her insides feeling like they were being sucked out. He paused for only a second before his hands tightened on her hips and his cock began to enter her once again. She felt a slight pain from her protesting bowels, as she had to stretch to take his fleshy cock in her ass. She tried to move, pushing her ass up higher until she felt some relief, his cock able to slide in her well-aligned ass hole with greater ease. It felt like a giant log was being shoved up her backside, her insides cramping around the invading cock. There was no escape...she had to accept this lewd act, her only escape would be when he came in her bowels.

Andre surged his cock into her bowels, the pressure overpowering as the tight muscles of her anal tract clutched on his invading cock like a tight-fitting glove, clenching and milking his cock. Her hot insides sucked on his cock when he withdrew, gripping it tightly when he surged forward, six inches of his cock fully embedded in her hot guts, her tight anal ring clinging to his cock shaft with such delight like a rubber band. He watched the tight ring stretch and pull when he withdrew, his cock forcing it almost into her body when he thrust back through the tight knot of her anus.

Brittany never felt so degraded and helpless, but there was a perverse excitement in her body at being abused in such a perverted manner. She would have never even thought a man would sodomize a girl, but Andre's cry of pleasure was singing loudly. She felt the thick head tugging at the soft, elastic walls of her inner bowels, concentrating all her attention on the thick log of human flesh that bore into her intestines. Brittany began to accept her position, a change in her rectum as she tried to accommodate Andre the only way she knew how. She fucked back with her buttocks, pushing with her inner muscles to open up her anus when he thrust in, her hips moving in tiny circles as she massaged the thick cock that continued to burrow deep into her bowels like a snake. She tightened her muscles when he pulled out until she felt a masochistic pleasure in being fucked back there.

Andre felt the change in Brittany, her ass hole clinging and clutching on his cock as he began to fuck into her squeezing rectum with harder and deeper thrusts. She not only took the powerful thrusts, but welcomed them, her ass rearing higher up into the air, her hips twisting sideways as he skewered her onto his rampaging cock. "Tell me what you want, Brittany!" He fucked his cock in hard, his pubic bones smash against her buttocks, the hairs tickling her cheeks. He was all the way inside her, flexing his cock until she returned the favor with gentle contractions of her inner ass muscles. He pulled out then thrust in hard, making her take the full measure of his cock until he smashed into her upraised ass cheeks, jarring her body.

It felt like she was being speared with his cock, but she no longer cared. All she cared about was giving Andre the pleasure he wanted, the pleasure he deserved. The thought of what he was doing to her, what he was making her do, the perverted act of being sodomized while the others watched was setting her body on fire. Could I cum while being ass fucked? She couldn't deny the feelings that rippled up and down her ass hole. She shouted out the words he wanted to hear. "Fuck my ass hole. Hard and deep. Make me take your cum in my guts!"

Andre did as she asked, the thrust so hard that their flesh rang out in the room when they collided.

"SMMACK!" SMACKKK!"

She felt the last mighty thrust that drove his cock so deep in her belly it felt like it was going to come out her mouth. She knew he was ready to cum, making her muscles grab his cock and milk it. His cock began to burst inside her, emptying a flood of hot cum deep inside her bowels. It was so degrading to have him giving her a cum enema, yet that very thought set her off. It was like nothing she ever felt before, a different set of muscles began to contract uncontrollably, Brittany crying out as she had an anal orgasm. Her body screamed in pleasure, an intensity that scared her. Each jet of his powerful sperm inside her trigged another ripple of pleasure in her body. Andre was crying out behind her, his hands digging into her hips until it was painful, but the subjugation of her ass hole to him only made it more maddening. He began to thrust again, impaling her ass hole on his spewing cock, the slick cum making his cock slide easier in her cum-soaked ass hole.

Andre continued to fuck his cock, even when he finished cumming in her. Brittany's body had grown limp, but her ass muscles continued to clench from the continuing invasion. He slapped her ass when he finally pulled his cock out, looking at the pool of white cum that dripped from her ass hole. No longer a virgin, the wrinkled hole was red from the abuse. "You were great, Brittany. See you next time."

Brittany couldn't get up for long minutes, Tyler giving her a towel to cover herself and privacy for herself. She could feel all of the men's cum in her pussy, the taste of Andre's cum still lingering in her mouth and the satisfying pool of cum deep inside her invaded bowels. She never felt so satisfied in her life.





Epilogue of Part I Brittany

A Special Thank You

It had been a month, Tyler telling her of the good news. Andre wanted her to go to Europe for a year to be their live spokeswoman. She would be attending functions, representing the company as well as taking part in more photo shoots. She knew that she would also be there for Andre. Sexually. She welcomed that and welcomed the imaginative ways he would take her. She was leaving tomorrow and had one more loose end to finish up.

She walked into the dress shop, spotting Biff near the back room. She knew he would be there. There was a college student working today.

"You're the Shai girl. I love your commercials," she gushed when she saw Brittany. She had heard she was from here, but had never expected to meet her. "Can I have your autograph?" She grabbed a pen and paper and pushed it on the counter.

"Yes." Brittany opened up her wallet and took out two one-hundred-dollar bills. She grabbed the pen and autographed them both. "Think you can take these two and leave me for about an hour in here. When you come back, I'll buy an obscene amount of clothes from you, also."

"Of course, of course." Mrs. Rainer the owner said that Brittany shopped there, and she could have anything she wanted. Anything.

"Lock the door and put the closed sign up on the way out." She turned her attention to the other side of the room when she heard the door close.

"I'll go to lunch and leave you alone." Biff began to pick up his tools.

"You stay. Come into the back room." She swayed her hips sensuously as Biff followed her into the back room. She stopped and turned around to face him, not failing to notice that his gaze on her body had provoked a generous erection in his pants.

"I've seen your commercial; you do well, Brittany, though I told you that."

"Yes you did, Biff. It would have never happened without you."

"Seeing the sexy way you look in the commercials is thanks enough, Brittany. I can tell everyone I discovered Brittany, the Shai girl"

She walked up to him until he was only inches away from her. "I think I owe you more than that." She kneeled down in front of him, one of her hands curling around the thick shaft of his cock that was etched in his pants. She looked up at him as she opened his belt and then his jeans. The sharp hiss of the zipper being pulled down filled the silent room. His cock was already trying to leap from his shorts. She had to hold it back until she could pull his shorts down, bending his cock until the tip was only inches from her mouth. She began to lick the head, paying special attention to the very tip, her tongue coaxing out the first one of many drops of clear precum. Her hands rode up and down the shaft, feeling the blood coursing through the thick veins. She looked up at Biff, not a word coming out of his mouth. What man would say anything if a beautiful girl was kneeling at his feet and ready to suck his cock? He would be afraid he would break the spell.

"Would you like me to bare my breasts so you can play with them while I suck your cock?" She stared into his eyes as she held his manhood in her hand.

"YEES," Biff could barely stammer. This was the first time that any woman had left him speechless. He watched as she pulled the sweater off and revealed her naked breasts to him. He couldn't wait to touch them.

"This is going to be special, Biff. I only sucked one man's cock before, and it was only a few minutes before he fucked me instead." She didn't mention that he fucked her in the ass. "No one has ever forced his cock down my throat or made me swallow his cum. I'm going to put your cock in my mouth, and then I'll put my hands behind my back as if they were tied. You can guide my head with your hands and force me to do anything. And I mean anything. I wouldn't stop you. I want to feel you cum in my mouth and make me swallow it."

Brittany rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, blowing on the head, her hands keeping it from jerking away when his cock muscles flexed it uncontrollably. She sighed when the head slipped through her lips and into her mouth, her tongue immediately going to work on it until she felt the familiar taste of a man's cum in her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, gripping her wrists.

Biff was still speechless but not lifeless. His hands gripped the sides of her head the minute her hands whet behind her back. He lifted her head up until she was staring into his eyes, looking down to see his cock splitting her lips so erotically. "I know just what you need, Brittany. And just what I want." He began to thrust with his hips, her tongue going to work on his cock head as more and more of his cock slipped into her mouth.

She felt her mouth filled with his man flesh, poking at her cheeks, then his hand holding her head so that his cock was in a straight line with her throat. She realized what he was doing, her nose flaring as she filled her lungs with air. He began to fuck her mouth, each time taking her deeper. The first time his cock head hit the back of her mouth, he had to hold the back of her head to keep it from moving from the force of his thrust. He was ready the next time, the head of his cock feeling as if it was in a vise as it was squeezed by the tiniest throat. She gagged, but he held her tight and her hands stayed linked behind her back. "Good girl, Brittany. Next time it's going in your throat."

She felt the flood of juices flowing from her pussy when he thrust again. His hands were strong, pinning her against him as the thick helmet of his cock rammed into her tight, resisting throat. She gagged, but this time, she choked at the same time, her mouth opening wide as well as her throat. She couldn't believe that it would fit, but for the first time, a man's cock fucked her throat. He pulled her onto his cock, and Brittany did nothing to resist him. Inch by inch, her throat was filled with the hot flesh of a man's cock. She choked and gagged, tears spilling from her eyes, but she allowed him to have his pleasure with her mouth. Brittany learned to love the submission to powerful men and their demanding cocks.

She didn't know how he could keep from cumming for so long, but Biff did. He fucked her mouth and throat for over fifteen minutes, his hands finally reaching down to abuse her nipples when his cock was fully buried into her resisting throat. She choked and gagged, but his cock never left her mouth, Brittany forced to service him in the most degrading and exciting manner. He finally came in her mouth, forcing her to open it wide so he could see the first jet of milky white cum that coated her tongue with its thick crème. After the first jet, she closed her lips around the spewing cock, her cheeks bellowing open as her mouth was continually flooded with cum. Brittany didn't know that a man could have them much cum, but Biff did, Brittany finally forced to swallows the thick crème, feeling it slowing sinking into her belly as her mouth was filled repeatedly.

"Not just once, Brittany. Use your lips and tongue to get me hard again. I'm going to cum in that sweet mouth again." He twisted one of her nipples, but it only grew harder from the abuse.

She would be smiling if a girl could smile while her mouth was filled with the thick girth of a man's cock. She went to work on bringing his erection to its full potential, proud of herself as she began to work it harder and longer in her mouth. If he took fifteen minutes the first time, the second would be much longer.

It took Brittany forty-five minutes to make him cum a second time. In all that time, she never let his cock free of her mouth. Her tongue was tired, her lips feeling like they were torn from accommodating such a thick cock, but she serviced his cock with all that she had.

Biff pulled his cock out of her mouth at the final moment when he was ready to cum. He stroked it on her face, the first jet of cum landing on her nose, dripping slowly down. "Stick out your tongue." She obeyed without question, Biff pumping his cock as he spewed more cum onto her waiting tongue and some glistened on her lips. With the last load of cum, he slipped his cock into her open mouth, her lips grabbing it possessively, while her tongue went to the job of bathing it free of his cum. He reluctantly pulled his cock from her lips as she licked the last of the cum from her upper lip. "Good luck, Brittany." He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she put her sweater back on. He wished he had a remembrance of this. Then he gazed up at the surveillance camera and smiled. He left her alone while he went to lunch, but when he returned, he would retrieve the last tape.





Part II

Alice





Chapter One of Part II Alice

Alice Meets Tyler

Tyler knew it when he saw her come into his studio. It was the time of the year when he did lots of student pictures. Alice was the last student for the day. His first sign was that she came in alone. Most students came in groups, more of a party than picture taking. She had beautiful brown hair, long, but it was cut badly. Her dress was frumpy, a baggy sweater covering up her tits, a skirt that was below her knees and baggy in the waist. You couldn't even tell if she had an ass. Tyler had a keen eye, able to make out her figure beneath it. He could imagine her breasts, young firm flesh, big nipples that loved to be pinched until they stood out like hard rocks. He saw her ass sway in spite of the skirt, firm buttocks undulating from sight. What he saw of her legs were nice, lean and long, probably a runner. Her face wasn't beautiful, not like Brittany. It was her eyes that drew him, a sparkle of innocence that the camera would love. The magazines were always looking for young girls, real young, thirteen or fourteen to exploit, but they always had to be careful of society revolting against them. Alice was at least eighteen but gave you the look of innocence of a fourteen-year-old and the body of a woman. Tyler wanted to capture that look, not only to sell her pictures, but to enjoy the pleasure of such a girl. He would teach her all she needed to know to please a man with her body.

She didn't look into his eyes when she walked up to the counter, looking down as she spoke softly. "I'm Alice. I'm here to get my pictures taken." She saw him before she went in. He was handsome, though he was much older. He had to be at least forty or forty-five, but he was in great shape. She could see the way his shirt hugged the muscles in his arms and his pants were tight on his thighs. She blushed even though no one was looking as she gazed at the bulge in his pants. It stuck out, even though he was alone in the room. Could it be that big even when it wasn't erect?

"Good to see you, Alice. I'm Tyler. Step into my studio and we can begin." He opened the door to the hallway, letting her walk through first. He put his hand on her side, Alice flinching for a second, but she made no attempt to push his hand away and never looked back at him. "First door on the right," his hand moving slightly on her waist, feeling how thin it was, his hand sliding down to feel the way her hips began to flare out. Yes, she had a nice body beneath those ugly clothes.

Alice could barely breathe, panting heavily as he touched her. She felt the touch, her body jerking from the suddenness of it, but he didn't move it, walking next to her, all the while his hand stayed on her waist. She could almost feel it burning her flesh. She didn't move it away, even when it slid down to the gentle swell of her buttock and then over to her hip. It was as if he was sizing up her body. No one had ever done that to her before. No one ever paid much attention to her. She opened the door with shaking hands and went into the room. It was a large room with cameras all around the room.

Tyler stood in back of her. "Relax, Alice, you feel tense. I can't take good pictures of you in this state. You are a very lovely girl, and I want to capture that." His hand crept up her back, looking over her shoulder as he forced her to arch her back and her breasts began to push out the front of the sweater. He wasn't surprised to see two hard nipples pointing out. He slid his hand up to her neck, touching her so lightly that her body was covered in goosebumps and her nipples sprang to harder tips. He pushed her head down as his fingers traced up and down her neck, teasing at the tiny hairs that grew there, his fingers sliding along her satiny skin. He heard her gasp when his fingers went to her ears, sliding around the inside, sure that it was a moan he heard when he did that. His fingers began to knead her shoulders, pulling her back so her proud tits stood out for him to see.

Her legs were about to give out when his hands slid up her back. She looked down to see how obscenely he had forced her to arch her back until her breasts were sticking out lewdly in front of her. Her nipples were betraying her, Alice never feeling them so hard and sensitive before. It was as though they were begging him to grasp them and tease the tips. She felt a tingling between her legs when his fingers lightly ran over her inner ear, shivers running up her spine and her nipples grew so sensitive that just rubbing on the inside of her bra made them grow aroused. She felt her body go relaxed for the first time. Then she felt it. He had moved closer behind her, pushing up against her buttocks. There was no mistake what was pushed between her cheeks. It was an erect organ. She never felt a man's excited organ touching her. She didn't even know she could provoke a man into such a state. He rubbed her shoulders until she became so relaxed that she could barely stand, but all the while, she felt the gentle movement of his hips from side to side. He was rubbing his prick against her buttocks and all she could do was stand there and let him. He was masturbating against her.

She had a nice ass, too, his cock twitching in excitement when he rubbed up against her. He felt her buttocks clench tight, wishing his naked cock was between them and trapped in her powerful muscles. She didn't move away, Tyler taking his time with the young girl, wanting to get her used to being touched by him, even when it was touching her inappropriately. "Are you from around here, Alice?

"No, my mother and stepfather live in Chicago." He finally stopped rubbing her neck, but his hands slid down her sides and along the edges of her breasts before they smoothed out over her hips. He finally moved his organ away from her buttocks, but it was only so his hands could run over them before he moved away.

"Get home often?" He went over to one of his cameras.

"No, my mother remarried last year and my stepfather has a son that lives with them, younger than me." Then she said it, not sure why. "They don't have time for me."

"Your mother divorced from your father?" Tyler continued to ask since Alice didn't think his questions were peculiar or nosy, answering them right away.

"No, he died when I was three. My mom raised me, but she worked most of the time. I guess I raised myself." It was a long time since he died and she barely knew him, but she missed having a father or a mother. She had to learn most things by herself. I guess that is why I am a loner.

"You seemed to have done a good job at it, Alice. You are a very intelligent and attractive girl. I like girls that are self-sufficient. Stand over there, Alice, so I can take a few test pictures with a digital camera and see how you come out. When I am satisfied, I will use real film. It captures much more than dots can do from a digital camera."

She turned around, but she heard the click and the flash before she could pose. "I wasn't ready."

"I don't want you to pose. I want the natural Alice to come out for the camera." He began to click away, moving from side to side, Alice smiling as he took picture after picture from all angles. He could see her starting to relax. "Yes, very nice, Alice. Give me a sexy look." He was surprised when she turned around in a circle. She tried to give him a sexy look, but she didn't have it in her, not yet. Tyler would teach her.

She never enjoyed having her picture taken as much as this. Usually they posed her in one way, a forced smile on her face as they clicked two or three pictures and then they were finished. He kept snapping away pictures for at least five minutes before he stopped. He began to look at them, Alice seeing his face brighten up as he looked at them. Finally, she had to see them. "Can I see them?"

"Of course, Alice, that is why I am here, to make you happy." She moved up next to him, not moving away when their hips met. He watched her face light up as she saw the pictures.

"You take such fascinating pictures; no one had ever done that to me before." She couldn't believe how she looked.

"Some people are born to be in front of the camera. You are, Alice. You are so beautiful and innocent. It's not me, I only push the button, it's you that the camera is capturing."

"No one ever told me I was beautiful." She felt a flush come over her face.

Tyler grabbed the other camera. "Sit on the desk, and I'll get the final ones, Alice. Give me all that you have. Show me the sexy Alice." She sat down on the desk, her skirt rising up a little, Tyler correct when he saw more of her shapely legs.

She even leaned back on the desk, arching her back until her breasts pushed out so provocatively. She never felt so sexy, Tyler clicking away, the flash not even fazing her as he moved around her, snapping away incessantly. He must have taken pictures for ten minutes before he stopped. This was more than student pictures. She couldn't wait to see them. "Thank you, Tyler." She felt a strange excitement at pleasing him.

"Thank you, Alice. I've been doing dull student pictures for two weeks. It's refreshing to get someone as vibrant as you to photograph. I could take pictures of you all day long and never get enough. I can't wait to see them. If you want, you can come back tomorrow, and I will have them ready."

Tomorrow was Saturday. They always took weeks to get them before, and they never came out good, but Alice was excited to see them. "What time?"

"I'll have them by ten. I think you're going to be surprised. I know good photographs before they are developed." He put the camera down. "Now, you have to go so I can develop these before I go home." He slapped her ass, not hard, but he knew it would sting. His hand stayed on her buttock, feeling the muscle beneath his palm trembling.

"Eeeeeh," biting her lip as she tried to contain her cry. He spanked her like a little girl, feeling the powerful sting that his hand left on her cheek. She felt nothing but the continued presence of his hand on her buttock, Tyler making no move to take it away. She finally began to walk out, regretting his hand leaving her butt. He caught up with her by the time they reached the door, his hand around her waist, Alice feeling strange as if Tyler was protecting her. She never felt so secure. They walked out into the lobby, Tyler opening up the door, Alice ready to walk out the door, but she stopped as his hand slid down from her waist to her buttock. This time his hand wasn't idle. His powerful hand gripped one of her cheeks and squeezed it. She felt an erotic tingle in her anus as her cheeks were pulled apart, and it felt like her anus was opening like a flower. She bit her lip to hide her moan, her heart racing a mile a minute, her chest heaving. She blushed when she looked down at Tyler's pants, his erection jutting out like a giant weapon. Alice never thought she would ever do this to a man or even could.

Tyler finally pulled his hand away from her firm buttock. She didn't move a muscle as he fondled her. There was no doubt what he was doing, and she allowed it without so much as a murmur of protest. Tyler had her picked perfectly. "See you in the morning, Alice." He watched as she walked away. He was sure there was a new swing in her hips, a sexy swing as if she was trying to tempt him.

"Good night," she said, than added, "Tyler." She liked saying his name, but she loved even more when he said hers. It excited her.

* * * *

The pictures came out great, Alice coming alive before the camera. All he had to do was change her appearance. Soon, not only would he have great photographs of her, but also a willing girl to give him his pleasure, any pleasure he desired. He wasn't surprised when she showed up early, the door already open in expectation of her arrival. He cancelled his morning appointments. He wanted time for Alice.

"Good morning, Alice, though I have been looking at you for hours now."

She beamed proudly when she saw him and heard his compliment. "Good morning, Tyler. I can't wait to see them."

"Let's go in the back." He went to the door, closed and locked it, putting up the closed sign.

It should have scared her when he locked the door and put up the sign, but it didn't. It would give them time to be alone, Alice's head racing with all kinds of thoughts and desires. She couldn't wait to feel his large, powerful hands on her body. She knew it was wrong, but she had no control when he was around. She never had a strong male figure in her life, Tyler the first one, and he never took no for an answer. She was sure of that.

They went into the darkroom and Alice was confronted with her image shooting back at her from at least a hundred photo's that were pinned to a line to dry. She didn't say a word as she looked at them. She couldn't believe that it was her. All her other pictures showed a mousy girl with a forced smile on her face. These were different, as if Tyler had found something in her and drew it out with his camera. She didn't know how he did it, but he did. "I can't believe that it is me. You're so talented, Tyler."

"I just shoot the pictures; it's your beauty that comes out on the film."

"You know how to pose me, to catch me with the lens, to make me want to please the camera." She said camera, but it was Tyler that she wanted to please, but she didn't want to be bold.

"Would you like to pose for me more, Alice? I think I can find many people interested in your pictures."

She looked at him. Is he serious? Would people actually buy pictures of me? "Really?"

"I can make you even better than these, much better." He knew he had her.

She didn't need to think about it. She wanted to do it, if for no other reason than to be close to Tyler. "Yes."

"You will have to listen and obey everything I say. I know what is good for you. Are you willing to do that, Alice?"

She would do anything for him, anything. "Yes."

"Say it, Alice. Tell me you will submit to me, to obey my every wish." He could see it in her eyes; she fully understood what he wanted from her.

She felt a wetness between her legs that she hadn't felt in a long time. She was afraid and excited at the same time. "I will obey you and submit to your every demand, Tyler." Her heart was beating a mile a minute when she spoke her surrender.

"Good girl. Now we need to get your hair some attention. I hope you have time, I know this great hair stylist, and we are going to see her." He walked up next to her, his hand pushing her hair off of her face. "You need a new cut to frame that lovely face." His hand caressed the smooth skin of her face. His hand slid down to her mouth, his fingers running over her lips, feeling them quiver. He pulled his hand away, Alice having a disappointed look on her face.

She felt him next to her as they walked down the street, Alice wishing he would touch her, put his hand around her waist. The stylist was only a few doors down the street, Tyler holding the door open for her as they walked in.

"Hello, Maxine." Tyler saw her doing a customer's hair, one other waiting.

"What brings you, Tyler?" though she knew. She saw the young girl. It was Tyler's next conquest.

"Do you have time to do Alice's hair? She needs you to work your magic on her."

"I have one waiting, but if you can wait, I will get you in after that. I don't have much time, so if you would be kind enough to wash her hair for me, I will fit her in. Just for you." Maxine smiled at Tyler.

Alice felt jealous of Maxine. She could see the way their eyes exchanged glances. There was something between them, not sure what.

"Be glad to. This way, Alice."

"You don't have to do this, Tyler." She felt sorry that Tyler would have to wash her hair, not wanting to be such a bother.

"Come on." It wasn't a question, but a command. She followed him dutifully into the back where the sinks were.

They were in the back room, away from everyone else. "Sit in the chair." He turned on the water, letting it get hot as he looked at her. He added cold to it until it was just the right temperature. He picked out the shampoo he wanted to use on her, putting it on the counter within reach. He began to recline the chair until she was almost flat, looking up at him. His cock grew thick at the sight of her mouth so conveniently situated. He leaned over her and began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, staring into her eyes and almost daring her to say something. "I don't want to get your blouse wet," he used as an excuse, but she didn't buy it any more than him. He continued to unbutton it until he had three buttons open and her lovely bra was slowly revealed. He could see that she had nice tits, full and lots of cleavage showing. He pulled the sides of the blouse aside until both of her bra-covered breasts were almost revealed. "That's better."

She saw him looking at her breasts as he uncovered them, trembling as his fingers continued to unbutton her blouse until it was almost open to the waist. He pushed it aside, Alice glad she wore her nicest bra this morning. She watched as he went to the other end of the chair, Tyler looking for something. She felt his leg bump into one of hers then she felt him move closer, between her legs, his large leg forced between hers until she had no choice but to open her legs. He moved away, going back to her head. He tilted the chair back farther until she felt the warm water running through her hair then she felt his strong hands rubbing shampoo in her hair and massaging her scalp. She had to keep her hips from moving, a growing arousal between her legs. She closed her legs. It took Tyler only a minute before he stopped massaging her hair. She had her eyes closed to keep the soap and water out of them, but she heard his feet as he walked to the other end of the chair. She felt his leg rubbing up against hers again, pressuring between her legs until she was forced to spread her legs. She understood now. She spread her legs wider without any provocation, hoping to please him. She felt his hands on her naked legs, sliding her skirt higher up her legs, feeling his fingers touching the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs before he finally stopped. She didn't dare open her eyes to see how displayed she was. She just knew that her legs were spread and her skirt hiked up for him. She hoped that her skirt still hid her panties, for she was sure that her panties were soaked with her desires.

Tyler went back to washing her hair, his fingers working deep into her scalp, but his eyes were on her breasts and the lovely legs he had uncovered. She didn't close her legs this time, Alice learning quickly. He liked that. He rinsed the shampoo out then put the rinse in. She had nice hair; Maxine only had to make her look sexier. He rubbed her scalp and heard her purr like a kitten. He finally finished, sitting her up and drying her hair, but his eyes were on her naked cleavage as she sat up and he looked down her open blouse. He wrapped her hair in the towel, but he walked over to the other side of the chair before he let her get up. He saw her stare at him, but his eyes went down to her legs, between her legs. They were spread to the edges of the chair, her skirt over her knees. He could see the lovely white panties beneath the skirt, his cock jerking in excitement at the thought of her naked in the chair and spread for him.

She never felt anything like it when he washed and rinsed her hair. She could feel his strong fingers kneading her scalp, wishing it were her half-naked breasts that his hands were kneading. She kept her legs spread for him, feeling so sinful for doing it. He finished her hair, but he went in front of her and looked up her skirt. He didn't try to hide what he was doing, Alice seeing his prick move beneath his pants. She wished his hands would replace his eyes and slip under her skirt.

"You ready, Tyler." It was Maxine calling to them.

"We better get in there, or else she'll give your turn away." He watched as she got up. She stood in front of him, her blouse still unbuttoned. "I better get you more presentable, this is a family establishment." His hand slid in her blouse, sliding over the smooth skin of her belly. He felt her suck in her stomach, holding his hands still for a moment until she got her breath back. He stared into her eyes and he could see her wanting, Tyler not willing to disappoint her. His hand slid up and cupped on of her breasts, his hand gripping her bra. Their eyes never left each other as his hand tightened on her breast and squeezed it. She pushed her breast into his hand harder, his fingers searching out her nipple beneath it, not surprised it was so hard. He squeezed it hard until he saw her lips quivering and clench tight, but she didn't say a word or move away. He brought his other hand up until he could cup both of her breasts and squeeze them. He heard her moan this time. He finally released her breasts, looking down to see twin hard points sticking out her bra. His hand slid over her belly and he began to button up her blouse again, this time leaving one button open. "We better go."

"YYYEESSS," her voice barely able to talk. He had taken her breath away. He took possession of her body like no one had ever dared do, and Alice loved it. Her pussy was drenched.

Maxine could see her flushed face when she came out. She knew how Tyler operated. "Sit down." She talked to Tyler on how to cut her hair, not even saying a word to Alice. Finally, they decided, Maxine ready to go to work on her hair. Tyler sat in the chair opposite of Alice, Maxine knowing why he did. She put the smock on her, but made sure that her legs were uncovered. "Tyler loves a woman's legs. You wearing a long skirt, you might want to pull it up so he can see them. He is sitting across from you so he can see them." Maxine whispered into Alice's ear.

She looked at Tyler, staring at her. He was in direct line of her. Maxine was right. He had pulled her skirt up before. She leaned over, grabbing her skirt and pulling it up until it was above her knees. She paused then pulled it up higher until it was high up her thighs. She never revealed so much of her legs before, especially to someone that was looking at her so intently. She pushed the smock so it wouldn't cover her legs and then leaned back.

Maxine pumped up the chair, raising Alice up higher. The chair was too high for it to be convenient for Maxine; this was for Tyler. He had a direct line to her legs. She whispered to Alice again. "Be a naughty girl. Spread your legs for Tyler. Give him something to look at while I cut your hair."

Alice looked up at Maxine, blushing at her suggestion. She leaned back, but her legs spread without any thought from her. She looked over at Tyler, staring between her legs unashamedly. She even lifted her legs a little so that he had a better view. Maxine was right, she felt naughty. And wet. She closed her eyes as Maxine cut her hair, her mind conjuring up all kinds of erotic images of Tyler staring up her dress and the things he would make her do for his pleasure. She wished she were home so she could masturbate, slipping her hand between her legs and rubbing her wet pussy. That thought only made it worse, an image of Tyler watching her as she masturbated until she came for him. Then it would be time for her to give him his pleasure. She had never taken a boy in her mouth before, but she would do it for Tyler. She could only imagine how it would feel, the slick organ sliding through her lips and her tongue forced to wash over it until he finally spewed his cum into her receptive mouth. He would make her swallow it, licking it clean before he pulled it from submissive mouth.

"Alice. Alice!"

Alice woke with a start, dreaming it was Tyler calling her name, but as she opened her eyes, Maxine was standing over her. "Sorry, I must have dazed off."

Tyler watched her, his eyes diving beneath her skirt. She must have dozed off because her hips began to move, gently at first, her legs parting slightly more, her knees bending as if she were opening up her pussy to him. An erotic dream he was sure.

"I'm done, take a look." Maxine turned the chair so she could look into the mirror, watching her eyes when she saw the first reflection.

She couldn't believe that it was she in the mirror. Her hair never looked so good, almost as if it were a wig. It was parted on one side, but the other side hung down almost to her breast, the brown hair ringed with curls as though her hair was spiraling down. The top partially covered one eye with a sexy look. It never looked so shiny and thick.

"I think she likes it, she's speechless." Tyler loved the look. It made her look so sexy, just what he wanted from her.

"That's hard to make a woman speechless," Maxine countered.

"I can't thank you enough." Alice got out of the chair and hugged Maxine. "I never looked so sophisticated."

"Don't I get a hug, too? I'm the one that brought you here."

Alice hugged Tyler, but it was more him hugging her. His large hands went around her waist and pulled her against him, her body molding to his like they were a matching pair, even down to his erect organ pushing against her pussy as if it was trying to get inside. His hands slipped down to her buttocks, cupping them and pulling her harder against his organ. If he kept this up, she would cum any second, her dreams already arousing her to the point where she needed to masturbate soon. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Tyler," but she really wanted to feel his demanding lips on hers. Reluctantly, he released her.

He paid Maxine, seeing her smile at the big tip.

"Thank you again; I don't know how I can repay you." Alice could only hope. This time Tyler put his hand around Alice's waist as they walked back to his studio.

"I'll find a way, Alice. Just the smile on your face is enough for now." Her lips around his cock would be even better, Tyler thought to himself.

He could have thrown her down on the sidewalk and taken her in front of everyone, and she wouldn't have said a word. She was falling in love with him.

"Just one last thing, and then I have to go to work today. My appointments will be here soon, but I have to get your sizes so I can arrange some outfits for you. Don't worry; you'll be able to keep them once we have the shoot. A good side benefit of modeling." He had to get her looking better, and he was sure the rest of her wardrobe was just as shabby as what she had on now. He unlocked the door and took her to the room he shot the boudoir pictures. He saw her looking at the bed as soon as they walked in. It wouldn't be the bed where he would have her, he enjoyed the other rooms, his excitement was when he had them bound for his pleasure. "Let me get the measuring tape." He found it quickly. "Hold still, I want to make sure I get it accurate. I like my girl's clothes to look like they are tailored only for their bodies, so it has to be very accurate, otherwise they will just hang off you. Like the clothes you have on now."

He was right about her clothes. They didn't match her new hair, and she wanted Tyler to be proud of her. She held still, holding her breath as he began to measure her.

"Hold your hands above your head, high up as if you were being stuck up by a thief." He watched as her arms rose up high, seeing her breasts rise up when they did. Put her wrists in cuffs above her head and that would be the ideal pose for her, her lean and sexy body stretched taut until she was on her toes. His hands slid around her, sliding along the edge of her breasts. He was right, a lovely set of firm tits beneath the baggy clothes. He pushed his cock into her ass and she responded, pushing her ass up against him. He thought he almost felt her move her hips from side to side, sliding her buttocks against his throbbing cock. He moved the tape around her bust, his fingers making contact with both of her nipples, pausing long enough to feel them grow in arousal.

Her nipples were protuberant and hard, begging to be pinched by his fingers that rested on them. She pushed her breasts into his fingers, but he pulled back, teasing her. He took a long time to get her bust size, but Alice was glad, enjoying the touch of his powerful hands on her body. Next was her waist, pulling up her blouse so he could run it around her bare skin, goose bumps sending shivers up her spine as she imagined she was completely naked and his hands were stroking the fire between her legs. She trembled in forbidden lust, knowing that her hips were next, knowing that Tyler wouldn't measure her hips without his fingers finding her buttocks and her mound.

"You have a beautiful body, Alice. You need to display it more often. Men would kill to caress you, to strip the clothes from your body to see you naked, to stroke the fire that rages in you, to make you submit to them." He fumbled with the measuring tape around her hips. "Your skirt is too thick to get an accurate number. I know you are not that big. Hold still."

She looked down as he kneeled before her as if she were his queen. His hands slid up her naked legs, Alice knowing exactly where they were going. They didn't move quickly, it was more as if they were caressing her. Her pussy was drenching her panties by time they slid up to her hips. They paused, his fingers sliding under the edges of her panties as if they couldn't get enough of her naked flesh. She felt the measuring tape, and then his hands moved, one going around her buttocks and slowly running over one cheek until it paused on her crack. It moved again reluctantly, pulling the tape around her hips until both sides meet in the front. She knew he did it on purpose, and she wouldn't have it any other way. His two hands met right on her mound, and his fingers pushed the two ends of the tape together directly centered on her slit. She felt them press harder, her pussy lips separated, and his fingers went between them. She struggled not to cum or scream out in pleasure. She wanted to yell fuck me, fuck me. She wanted to be naked with his face pressed into her mound while his fingers explored her intimately. She wanted him to make her cum while standing there.

His fingers slid up and down her slit, soaking the measuring tape with her juices. He never felt a girl so wet as Alice was, and he barely touched her. He ran his finger up and down her slit one last time, even running over the hardened bud of her clitoris before he pulled his hands from her skirt. Before she came. "I got what I wanted, Alice." As if he planned it, the bell rang that someone came in the front door. "My first appointment is here. I have to go back to work." He stood up, standing in front of her. He put his fingers in her mouth, and she licked the sweet essence of her arousal from his fingers. "Come back next Saturday. Ten o'clock. I won't make any appointments, and I think I will have a shoot for you."

"Really?" She even forgot how excited she was from his touch. He would be taking her picture again next week. She hoped his fingers would excite her for the camera.

"Don't be late. Naughty girls get punished."

He slapped her ass again. It stung. He slapped her other cheek. It didn't sting as much but aroused her more. Maybe she should be naughty. Maybe she needed for him to punish her. Take her over his lap, feeling his twitching organ against her mound as his large hand slapped her buttocks. Pulling up her skirt and taking down her panties so his hand would hurt more. So it could soothe the hurt away.

She was drifting off again, sure that her mind was conjuring up all kinds of erotic thoughts, but she could never fathom his erotic thoughts for her. Tyler would train her to perform for him and his friends. "Off with you, you distract me. I have work to do." He watched as she left. She walked differently, her hips swaying seductively. He was sure that she would be masturbating as soon as she got home.





Chapter Two of Part II Alice

Professional Photo Shoot

Alice never masturbated as much as she did this week, but she stopped on Thursday. She didn't want anything to dampen her enthusiasm on Saturday. Tyler wanted her sexy, and she felt that way when he aroused her. She was confused with all the visions in her head, all erotic, all with Tyler and all with Alice doing anything to please Tyler. There was nothing she would deny him.

She was early, having a cup of coffee down the street at the Starbucks, watching until she saw Tyler arrive. He looked so handsome, Alice already having her erotic thoughts of him. She waited ten minutes, not wanting to look anxious, which she was. She finally got her nerve up and walked over to the studio. Tyler was waiting for her in the lobby.

"Good morning, Tyler." It sounded so trite, but she was afraid of sounding to eager.

Tyler looked at her, her hair fine, but she needed help with her makeup, and luckily, he had clothes for her. "I got you a job. They took you sight unseen, mainly because I guaranteed that you would be great. Don't let me down."

He handed her the clothes. There was more than one outfit. They were skirts and blouses, along with a bag full of lingerie, though there were more panties than bra's. "Which one should I put on?"

"Put on the blue skirt, pale blue blouse and the pale blue bra and panties. There is a pair of dark blue heels in the changing rooms. After you get dressed, come out, and I'll fix your makeup."

"What are the photos for?"

"It's a website that sells all types of photos like Istockphoto.com. I take a hundred or so photos of you in various poses and they post them to their site and sell them. They have a couple hundred thousand photos, but they fill in their needs with professional photos. It'll pay you $500.00, but if they like what they see, we will do three hundred shots next time and you'll get $2,000.00. I did work for them once, but they are looking for a particular look, and I didn't have any one until I saw you. At least I hope you can do it. Now get ready, we have a long day."

Her heart was racing. She was going to be paid to have her picture taken. Who would ever guess that her face would be famous and people would pay to buy her pictures? Her thoughts were on something else though. Tyler. She wanted him and would do anything to get him. "I'll be back soon."

Tyler got his cameras ready. Alice would be in the first room for their pictures, but he expected her to move up quickly to the other rooms. That is where she would excel.

It took her a while to get ready, Alice never had such nice clothes before and especially that fit her like a glove. The heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the hallway to the room. She knew it was the one with the big bed in it, but that only excited her more. She couldn't wait to feel his hands on her, posing her in all the ways the made her feel so sexy and excited. She couldn't believe how she looked in the mirror. The blouse was almost sheer, cut low, not many buttons to leave open, able to make out the lacy bra beneath it. The skirt was short, but it clung to her hips and buttocks like a second skin. With the heels, her legs looked longer and leaner, glad she ran a lot and kept them trim and muscular. She opened up the door to the room, a smile on Tyler's face all Alice needed to see.

"You are beautiful, Alice. Come here, and I will show you how to apply your makeup. You need to accent your features and play down the flaws in your complexion." He spent almost half an hour instructing her so she would be able to do it herself. He spent a lot of time on her lips, his fingers making them quiver when he touched them, wanting her to get used to having something pushed between her lips. His fingers were first; his cock would be next. It wouldn't take much coaxing to get her to suck his cock; he would have to help her perfect her technique.

Alice couldn't believe what he had done to her face when Tyler was finished. He had explained it so patiently to her, not mad when she asked questions. She loved it when he applied the lipstick, his fingers ringing her lips as if he were testing how big they would open. Will he put his cock in my mouth? Can I open wide enough to take it all inside? She hoped she hadn't stained the blue panties by the time he finished, her arousal making her pussy wet with desire. "Thank you, Tyler. I guess my mother never felt I was attractive enough to explain makeup to me."

"She was greatly mistaken. I can't wait to start taking pictures of you. Walk around the room slowly. Back straight, head held up high, your chest pushed out. You have a lovely figure and you need to flaunt it." He began to snap the pictures the minute she moved. "Not so much of a smile but a sexy smirk. As if you know the most intimate secret and won't tell anyone." He saw her do it, sure that it was an erotic thought that was in her head. He knelt down so he could catch her long, naked legs as she walked, the short skirt clinging to her ass and hips as she did. With her back to him, her ass swayed seductively, even though she probably didn't realize it. She was getting into it, strutting around the room, her firm breasts pushed up high, Tyler able to make out the hardening nipples push out the thin bra. He knew she was enjoying it, almost able to hear her pussy squishing from her abundant juices.

"Great, Alice, great. Now sit on the chair and show me what you got." He purposely didn't tell her what to do, wanting to see how she would react.

She loved the camera, posing for it, a side of her coming out she didn't know she had. The room was covered with mirrors, Alice able to see her images reflected back at her. She sat on the chair, but only on the edge, her body pressed forward until Alice looked down at the way the generous, naked cleavage was revealed. She didn't keep her legs together, knowing what pleased Tyler. Her short skirt was pulled up high, and she spread her legs, slowly as the camera clicked away to reveal what was in the hidden darkness under her skirt. Wider and wider, she spread them until they were both touching the opposite sides of the chair. Just the way Tyler liked.

"Yes, that's the naughty girl I want the camera to see." He finally stopped taking pictures, walking over to Alice in the chair. "Stand up."

She obeyed instantly, hoping that he wasn't mad at anything she had done. She stood in front of him, her hands at her side. He didn't say a word, but she watched as his hands slid up the front of her blouse and opened the few buttons it had. She hoped his hands would grip her breasts as he did before, but he pulled the blouse from her skirt and pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms. He folded it neatly and put it on the table. She was standing in front of him, only her bra hiding her naked breasts from him and hoping that it would be next that he would take off of her. She wanted him to strip her bare.

Tyler moved back to her, seeing her arch her back and push her breasts out at him. He could see the dark, hard nipples beneath the thin bra. Alice was begging him to touch her, but his hands slid over the naked flesh of her belly to the side, opening the button of the skirt and then with a soft hiss, pulled the zipper down. The short skirt fell to a heap at her feet. He knelt down, his head only inches from her pussy. He inhaled her heated scent as he picked up the skirt, Alice aiding him by lifting one leg at a time. He stood up, but not before he stared at the plump lips of her pussy etched in the wet, blue panties. He wanted to reach out and pinch them, but he held back, wanting her on the edge, willing to do anything. "Walk around again, Alice. Let me see you strut your stuff."

She was half-naked, her body trembling, not in fear but in lust. She felt his hot breath on her sex, sending shivers of forbidden lust through her body. What would it feel like if he licked me there? She was glad she could move, walking away from the camera as it clicked away, her hips sensuously moving from side to side, knowing he could see every movement of her buttocks as her muscles clenched. She turned back toward him, standing still for a moment, spreading her legs slightly, seeing the reflection in the mirror of the pronounced split of her pussy lips etched in her panties. It didn't even bother her that her panties were stained. It was Tyler that was doing this to her, and she wanted him to know it. She walked toward him as the camera clicked away, her underwear barely able to conceal any of her treasures. She stopped only inches from him, pushing out her pussy lewdly at the camera.

"You're doing great, Alice. You're going to love these pictures. Keep it up. Get on the bed."

She almost ran to the bed, hoping that Tyler would join her. She lay down on the soft comforter, leaning back onto her arms.

"Lie flat then lift your legs up high, keeping them together. Grab your legs with your hands and keep them up high."

Her legs looked so long when she posed as he asked, but her ass was what he was trying to capture. Her tight buttocks were revealed in the panties over her ass, able to make out the sharp divide of her crack all the way down to the split of her pussy etched into the tightly drawn panties. He let her stay that way as he snapped picture after picture. "Good, good, Alice. Now lie on your belly, but turn your face toward the camera so I can catch it with the film."

She felt so naughty when she lay down on her belly, peeking over her shoulders as if she were doing something bad and was just caught. She waited patiently for the next command, knowing it was coming. Hoping it was coming.

"Give me the naughty Alice again. Spread your legs and look back with a haughty look at the camera." He clicked pictures as she spread her legs, slowly as if she wanted him to get a picture of every inch as she spread her legs. Her face was flushed as she looked at the camera, part shame and part pure lust. She didn't stop until both legs were spread wide, touching the opposite edges of the bed. He zoomed in, able to capture a few errant brown hairs that slipped out of the edge of the blue panties.

She was rubbing her pussy against the mattress, hoping that Tyler didn't notice, or maybe she hoped he would catch her. Naughty girls need to be spanked, Alice still remembering the pleasure she felt when his hand struck her ass, the sting turning to something much different as soon as it hit her brain.

Tyler had a couple hundred pictures, more then he needed, but he didn't want to stop. They had shot for over an hour straight without let up. She was doing so well. Now she needed to be rewarded. "That's enough for today. Come over here." Tyler sat in the chair, straightening his cock as he sat down.

She got off the bed, wishing that he would come over here, instead of her going over to him. She hoped that he wasn't finished with her. It's all right if he didn't take any more pictures, but she wanted something else. She stood in front of him in her bra and panties, her body trembling. He moved forward in the chair until he was only inches from her mound. She looked down, seeing his hands moving toward her, but it still caught her by surprise, Alice unable to stop the sharp gasp that spilled from her lips. "AAAHHHH," she cried out when powerful fingers grabbed her mound, pinching her lips and pulling them out. Submissively, Alice spread her legs wider, pushing out her hips as his fingers gripped her lips with such determination. He wasn't gentle, not caressing her but pinching her pussy, yet that was even better than a caress, Alice feeling a strange tingling in the submission to such a powerful male figure. She couldn't wait to see the pictures he took of her, Alice willing to give him anything he wanted as a reward. A reward for her and him.

"Hold still," he instructed her, his fingers gripping her lips tightly but sliding up and down her slit as her panties soaked up the abundant juices that flowed from her body. He pinched her lips tighter, but she only moaned in excitement as he manhandled her. He released her lips, his hand sliding between her legs, pushing out on her thighs until she spread her legs wider, gripping her sex in his large hand and squeezing her like a ripe fruit. His thumb pushed deep into her slit, sliding up until it was poised over her clit. He pushed while his other fingers curled around behind her, clenching on her buttocks, one finger finding the tight crack of her ass, her muscles relaxed as if she were waiting for his touch. His finger slid between her cheeks as he tightened the grip of his fingers, feeling the tight knot of her anus beneath his fingertip.

Alice didn't know how much longer she could stand it without cumming, his fingers igniting unbelievable pleasure in her body. From pinching her sex, he was now gripping her between her legs, his fingers finding all the vulnerable parts of her body, her clit, even her anus attacked by the powerful fingers. He was goosing her sex, his hand gripping tight then releasing them, then another hard clench of his fingers. Alice couldn't keep her hips still, each time he released her body from his tight grip, she pushed her crotch back into his hand, wanting more.

"Turn around," but Tyler didn't wait for her to respond, his hands on her hips, turning her until her back and her delicious ass was inches from him. Her panties were stuck between her cheeks by his probing fingers, highlighting the sharp divide between the twin hillocks of her cheeks. His hand went between her thighs. "Spread your legs, Alice." He tapped at the soft, sensitive skin of her thighs until he was satisfied by the wide spread of her legs. Her blue panties were covered with the stains of her arousal. His hand found her sex again, this time his thick thumb sliding between her reluctant cheeks, pushing them aside until he could feel the heat of her anus beneath the thin panties, his other fingers finding the soft, wet folds of her pussy and pushing between them.

Alice was out of her mind in desire, never having such a powerful man play with her body like a toy. She could feel the pulse of his beating heart in his thumb as it pushed hard against the opening of her backside, his other fingers pushed harshly between her pussy lips as she humped back and forth, as his powerful fingers clenched on her dripping sex. It felt like his thumb was trying to breach her backside, but her head began to spiral as she exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm that rocked her body. Her legs felt like rubber, but Tyler's hand that gripped her sex kept her upright as she flooded his fingers with the crashing orgasm that raced through her excited body. She was standing half-naked in front of him as he masturbated her to orgasm, shame and excitement racing through her body at being subjected to such a lurid act, glad that he wasn't taking a picture of her. It lasted so long, not like her own orgasms that stopped as soon as she moved her hand away, Tyler took her from one plateau to another before she could stop, his thumb pushing so hard on her anus that it had no choice but to allow his finger to penetrate her rectum, another shudder running through her body.

Her body was drenched with sweat and cum before he was finished. "Very good, Alice." Her body was flushed, partly in shame, partly in pleasure. "Kneel now and rest."

She didn't think she could stand any longer, grateful to kneel on the floor, her hands on his legs as he spread them wide until she was between them. She looked at the massive bulge in his pants, glad that her orgasm didn't dull her desires. She wanted to please him, and from the position he put her in, she knew it would be her hands and her mouth that would do it. Alice just hoped that she would be good enough, never having taken a boy in her mouth, not sure what to do. "Can I touch it, Tyler?" Her fingers clenched tight on his thighs.

"Yes, take it out and explore it, Alice." Tyler sat back in the chair, spreading his legs wider as he looked in her eyes, seeing the inquisitive gaze at his cock. He saw her mouth, her tongue licking her lips, wetting them almost unconsciously. Her hands slid up his thighs until one hand slid over the top of his cock, flexing from the soft touch. Her fingers curled around the shaft as though she were trying to tame it but only made it quiver in excitement.

She had never felt a man's organ before, surprised that it was so thick and hard. The minute she touched it, it leaped out of her fingers, Alice's hand moving until she could grip it again. This time, her fingers curled around the shaft tighter. She felt it respond to her touch, but she contained it, feeling the muscles in the shaft jumping against her hand. Her fingers began to explore it beneath his pants, sliding up the shaft until she felt the head, the corona. It felt like a thick helmet, two fingers pinching it as she moved along the head until she got to the end. She slid her fingers back down the shaft so her other hand could reach between his legs as he did to her, finding the balls hanging in his crotch. Her fingers were gentle, having read that a man's balls were sensitive as she squeezed until she could feel them. She squeezed a little tighter, looking at Tyler's face but all she saw was pleasure etched in his lips.

He liked a girl that explored him, seeing the quizzical look on her face as her fingers sought out his cock and balls. He didn't have to tell her again, one hand holding his cock as the other went to work on his belt, opening it, and then his pants. Her fingers gripped the zipper and slowly pulled it down, pulling her other hand away until his cock popped free of the tight constraints of his pants.

He was wearing briefs, and she saw the thick cock etched through his shorts, the head almost threatening to pop out the top of his shorts. It was massive. Her hands went back to his cock, this time able to feel the heat of his cock as her fingers curled around it. She could feel the shaft better without the thick pants, Alice thinking that it would be smooth, but it had thick veins that protruded along the shaft like veins running up a tree trunk. It was hard, twitching in excitement each time her fingers squeezed higher up the shaft. She could see the head, her fingers finding the sharp edge, touching the soft skin beneath the head, the ridge running around like a thick flange. She squeezed the head, this part smooth, her eyes catching the wet stain where the head reached and apex. Did I do that? Her fingers went to the very tip, squeezing the head, finding the hole beneath her touch leak out its wetness from her touch.

Tyler struggled not to cum, wanting to feel her hot mouth engulf his cock for the first time before he did. She slowly began to pull his briefs down, starting at the head as it popped free of the tight restraint of his briefs.

She didn't expect his cock to be that red, the head almost purple, swollen with his pounding blood. She pulled his briefs down until the elastic waistband trapped the corona just beneath the flange. It was so smooth, all except for the tiny hole in the head that was glistening with his slippery juices. With one hand gripping the shaft tightly, her other hand rubbed over the smooth head until she got to the hole. Her finger teased open the hole until she felt the clear liquid of his hot juices coating her fingertip. It was slippery, yet sticky. She slowly inched his shorts down as she exposed his cock to her eyes, the thick veins blue with pulsating blood, tiny bumps and ridges on his shaft as her fingers touched the hot flesh of his skin. She began to move her hand up and down the shaft, gripping it tightly in her fingers as she rode it over the head and back down again. She was masturbating a man. She pushed his briefs down until she uncovered the thick patch of his pubic hairs, thick black hairs spiraling out of the wrinkled sack. Her other hand went to his balls. His balls were even hotter than his cock, her fingers moving along the wrinkled sack. Each time she tried to grip a ball, it slipped from her fingers as if it were trying to escape. She figured out how to get them, her fingers sliding down the ball sack, pinching it until his balls were compressed into the slightest space. She had to release his cock, but she finally managed to grip his balls, Alice feeling so proud that she did. She squeezed them, a groan from Tyler's throat, his hips rising up, but he didn't protest.

She had such soft hands, inquisitive fingers exploring his cock and balls, her fingers gentle when she trapped his balls. "Your mouth, Alice. I want my cock in your mouth." He couldn't wait much longer, his balls aching with unsatisfied lust. He put his hands on her head and pushed her closer until he could feel her hot breath blowing on his cock.

She could smell his maleness, blowing a gentle breeze on the head of his cock as she held it up rigid in front of her. She saw the excited look of anticipation on Tyler's face. She wet her lips as she felt his hands on her head, drawing her closer until her lips touched the head of his cock. She planted gentle, little kisses on his cock, from the head all the way down the shaft and back up until she planted the final kiss on the very tip. She was rewarded with a gush of clear fluid that painted her lips with the salty flavor of his precum. It wasn't all together unpleasant, thick, a few drops permeating her mouth with the pungent taste of his cum. She opened her mouth wide, lowering it over the thick head, taking him in her mouth, but she didn't close her lips around the thick shaft. She puffed hot breath on his organ until she felt the smooth head slide over her slippery tongue. She pulled her tongue free, and with short jabs of her tongue, she explored all of the cock in her mouth, wetting it with her spit.

"Careful with your teeth, Alice," Tyler warned her.

She covered her teeth with her lips, began to suck ravenously, her cheeks hollowing in and out as her lips tightened around the shaft and created a vacuum in her mouth. Tyler's hands squeezed her head tighter, Alice knowing she was doing a good job as he began to guide the movement of her head and mouth on his cock. His shaft was sliding through her lips, Alice feeing the thick veins pass in and out, her tongue moving faster as it explored the head and shaft that was captured in her mouth.

Tyler enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of her hot mouth and tight, silky lips capturing his cock in its grip. He began to fuck her mouth, feeding more of his cock into her hot oral cavity with excitement. "Suck it, Alice," he moaned loudly, his cock ready to explode, his balls aching with yearning to cum. He looked at Alice, not the shy, mousy girl that he met only a short time ago, her tongue feeling so skillful at intensifying the pleasure in his cock. He had so many plans for her, this would only be the beginning, his real pleasure would be when he had her bound and he and his friends could use her for their perverted pleasure, nothing would be too obscene or depraved.

His hands were more urgent on her head, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth until the thick head banged at the opening of her unwilling throat. In and out he thrust, each time harder, each time the hard, pulpy head of his cock pushed against the small opening of her throat. Her hands lie submissively on his thighs, his hands guiding her face and head the way that he wanted his pleasure, and Alice could only submit to his demands. His cock never pulled completely from her lips and on the fourth thrust, he didn't stop. The powerful thrust of his cock crammed the head of his cock into the tightness of her throat for the first time. "GGGGGLLL," she gagged, but his hands refused to pull back as the head of his cock was compressed into the tightness of her throat. She gulped and swallowed his cock as it pressed against the nerve endings in her throat, her muscles reacting violently as they rippled on the penetrating cockhead and tried to push it out unsuccessfully. She struggled to breathe as her throat was clogged with his cock, her nostrils flaring and sucking in ragged breaths of oxygen to her starved lungs.

"Yes, that is good, Alice. I like the tightness of your throat and the way your muscles ripple up my cock like tiny fingers. Suck it until I am ready to cum in your mouth."

She had no choice but to obey, having promised to obey Tyler's every demand no matter what. She gulped on the pulsating cock that breached her throat; her tongue going back to work on the cock that was still in her mouth as Tyler's hands worked her head back and forth until more and more of his cock was forced into her gullet until it felt like it was coming out in her stomach. Drool ran down her chin as she salivated and could not swallow down her plugged throat. She tasted the sticky, salty juices that leaked into her mouth. She panicked when she felt the cock in her throat grow bigger, Tyler's breathing heavy and excited, his hands eager on her head. He was going to cum in her mouth. It always sounded so romantic and erotic, but what will I do with the abundant cum that fills my mouth? Would so much thick and salty cum make me vomit?

His fingers dug into her hair, gripping the tendrils, forcing her head up and down on the length of his cock as he fucked her mouth. He looked down, seeing her once-innocent lips wrapped obscenely around his cock, her pure eyes glazed over with tears as he choked her with each thrust into her throat. He cared for little but his own pleasure. He was ready to cum.

Tyler began to jerk and drive with his hips, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust, pulling his cock from her throat just long enough to withdraw until her lips clenched tightly around the head. Only then did he drive it back down with a powerful thrust that drove it into her resisting throat with her painful gagging. He pulled his cock from her throat when he was ready to cum, wanting her to taste the pungent essence of his manhood. "YYYYEEAAH, dddrink it down, AAALLICCCE," he cried out when his balls began to unload a torrential river of cum.

It took only a second for it to flow from his cock into her mouth. A powerful jet of cum spurted from his cock as her lips kept the head pinned inside her mouth. She couldn't have expected such copious fluids, her tongue and gums covered with hot, thick cum with the first blast. It wasn't anything like the few drops that he dumped on her lips and tongue. This coated her tongue in a blanket of thick cum, Alice gulping loudly as she struggled not to vomit on the vast flood of thick cum. He began to pump his cock back in her mouth, the thick head acting like a battering ram and shoving the thick cum to the back of her mouth until Alice had no choice but to swallow it. She gulped loudly as the thick crème slowly sank into her belly. His cock was pulling back out again, and as it did, it jerked and jumped to the roof of her mouth. By the time it bounced back down, it was spewing a second jet of cum; almost as copious as the first, Alice's cheeks hollowing as she tried to contain the massive amounts of cum that he was unloading in her mouth.

He pushed her head up so he could see the look on her face as she struggled to contain all of the cum he was dumping in her virgin mouth. The milky, white cum was leaking from her lips as her throat gulped his thick sperm into her waiting belly.

She couldn't believe any man could cum that many times or that much cum, but Tyler did. Four times, he filled her mouth; four times, she swallowed his cum until her belly grumbled with his hot crème. Her tongue finally swirled on the softening cock in her mouth, it pulled from her lips but not before it left a slimy trail of spit and cum on her lips and chin.

He patted her head like a pet dog. "Did you enjoy sucking my cock, Alice?"

She nodded her head shamefully. She was humiliated but proud that she could make a man like Tyler cum with just her mouth.

"Give me a call tomorrow, and I will tell you how the client liked the pictures. If he likes them, he will come next Saturday for the next photo shoot. It will be longer and more demanding, but also lucrative." He watched as she lovingly put his cock back into his pants.

He said the client would be there next week; Alice hoping that she would have time alone with Tyler afterward. She had tasted his cock, now she wanted to feel it between her legs and satisfy an urge. "Thank you, Tyler."

"You can wear that outfit home, Alice. It is yours, but leave the others here for next week. I have many new things to teach you next week, Alice."

"I will be your eager student, Tyler." She went into the room to change, sad that he had a client when she was ready to leave. "Bye, Tyler," she smiled, the taste of his cum still in her mouth, unwilling to rinse it off until she could go home and masturbate as she relived sucking his cock.





Chapter Three of Part II Alice

Pleasing His Client and Tyler

She came repeatedly during the week, each time Tyler in her mind, his cock in her mouth or his hands roughly fondling her pussy. She was surprised that she enjoyed the harsh touch of his hands and not a gentle caress or the way that he used her mouth and throat without any regard to how she felt. It was as though she was his sex slave that excited her as much as the acts he made her perform. She couldn't wait until next week.

Tyler called the next day, making a big deal on how great the pictures came out and how satisfied the client was. Even better was the fact that the client wanted more pictures, Tyler telling her she was ready to move onto the next step of her career.

"Anything, Tyler," she confessed. "I am in your hands." She hoped that she would feel much more than his hands next week. She felt his cock in her mouth, now she wanted to feel it between her legs.

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The closed sign was up on the door, but Tyler was waiting for her. His cock was already bulging out the front of his pants, Alice fighting the urge to reach out and curl her fingers around it. "I'm so excited today, Tyler." She was excited in more than one way.

"That's good, Alice. A girl is always much more alive for the camera when aroused and excited. I'll see what I can do to enhance those feelings. Now, go in the other room and change. The clothes are laid out for you. You know how to put on your makeup; don't disappoint me. I'll be waiting for you."

"Yes, Tyler," she answered obediently. She hoped his hands and his cock would be enhancing her feelings. She was excited about making more money with her photographs, but it was overridden by her arousal for Tyler and making him happy with her body. She never felt this way before, especially toward an older man that dominated her so much.

She came out of the room wearing the short skirt that barely covered the white panties underneath. They were drawn tightly over her body, so tight that her pussy got wet when she walked as they tugged along her slit. The blouse was a button down, but it clung to her breasts that were tightly enclosed in the thin bra. A pair of four-inch heels were strapped to her ankles, Alice feeling a twinge of excitement when she tightened them around her ankles, securing them tightly. Is that what it would be like to be bound? Tyler was waiting for her when she walked out, pleased by the smile on his face.

"You are quite ravishing, Alice."

"Thank you, Tyler." She felt so secure when his large hand went around her waist and led her down the hallway. They went past the door with the big bed, Alice disappointed, hoping that he would take her in the middle of it. He opened the door to one of the rooms she had never seen before, her eyes opening wide when she saw it. She had never seen anything like it before. There was a large bed in it, but the four posts in the corners had straps hanging from the ends. A large wooden chair was in the center of the room, but it wasn't made for comfort, the back rigid, the arms high up and the seat wide. It too was lined with various straps, buckles and bracelets. There were other benches and tables, all with one express purpose. They were used to secure the body of its victim. She turned to Tyler, seeing the smile on his face and the excitement in his eyes. She looked lower, the bulge in his pants growing larger, able to see the movement of his cock as it twitched in pleasure. She should run away, but her mind was confused, drawn to the excitement of being bound, serving Tyler in whatever manner pleased him, and from the look of his cock, this pleased him.

"Are you ready to begin, Alice? To do anything I command?" He could see the surrender in her eyes. He had picked her correctly, now all he had to do was train her.

"YYYeeess, Tyler," her voice scared but willing.

"Stand in front of the chair. I will start with just a few pictures to get you in the mood. Give me that sexy, haughty look that I love. Make love to the camera." He began to take pictures as soon as she got into the mood. She teased him, spreading her legs, reaching down and grabbing the hem of her skirt and pulling it up until the camera caught the first glimpse of the pure white panties beneath them. She arched her back, turning sideways so he could admire her breasts with the camera, finally turning around with her back to him, bending over the seat of the chair until the short skirt climbed up her legs and showed off the taut muscles of her buttocks highlighted by the tight panties that clung to them like a second skin.

Her pussy started growing wetter as Tyler took pictures of her, feeling so wicked as she teased him with her body, showing him just enough to make his cock harder without taking away the mystery of what was hidden from view. She jumped when she heard someone clapping, turning around to be confronted by a man standing in the open doorway.

"Congratulations, Tyler. She is everything you said she was and more." Edward stood in the doorway, looking at the young girl posing herself so provocatively. He came into town this morning for the photo shoot and knew he wouldn't be disappointed. Tyler always had the most lovely and docile girls.

Alice pushed her skirt down as if she were trying to hide something. She remembered that Tyler had said the client would be here, but she still didn't anticipate it. He was about the same age as Tyler, dressed well as if he had a lot of money, his clothes tailored to his body. His hair was jet black, a chiseled face, handsome in an older-man sort of way. He was built well, not flabby or fat, the tailored clothes covering his body showing muscled arms and thighs. She blushed when she looked into his face after her eyes captured the bulge in his pants. He was just like Tyler, a thick cock already erect. She stood there as he walked over to her, Alice looking at Tyler for help, but he began to click more pictures.

"I'm Edward and you are a fascinating woman." His hand ran down the shimmering brown hair and then moved to the soft, silky skin of her cheek. He rubbed her face then his hand slid down her shoulder and caressed her upper arm as she recoiled away from him. "Are you going to be an obedient girl, Alice?"

Alice looked to Tyler for support but got none.

"Behave, Alice. Edward wants to make sure his pictures come out to his satisfaction, so he will be instructing you in the correct positions to do that. Obey him as you would me. Rest assured Edward will make this enjoyable for you."

Edward saw her surrender, her body losing its tenseness immediately. "Now we can begin, Alice. Sit in the chair." With just a gentle push, she sat down in the chair.

The chair was hard when she sat down, much bigger than she was, almost overpowering to her. Alice looked as Edward kneeled in front of her. Is he going to look up my skirt, as Tyler liked to do? She felt his hand on her naked ankle.

"Relax and let me lift your leg up onto the armrest, first this one." She didn't resist, pushing her leg up and over the high armrest, Alice's hands going into her lap and pushing her skirt down as it pulled back. "Good girl, now the other so Tyler could get some good pictures." He bent her other leg back and swung it over the other armrest, Alice's body slipping down lower. "Move your hands away," Edward pushed them aside so he could arrange the short skirt. Her legs were naked all the way up to her panties, the broad expanse of her crotch revealed.

She felt the shame of having her legs spread, pushed high up on the chair, his hands brushing her hands aside so he could pull her skirt up and reveal all of her sex to their eyes and the camera. The wide expanse of her legs made her pussy lips part widely, thankful that she had her panties covering her, but she felt a perverse wetness between her legs. Edward was just like Tyler, making her submit to his demands. With two dominant in the room, what will they make me do? Will I not only have to take care of Tyler's cock, but would Edward want the same pleasure? For a girl that only sucked her first cock last week, today she was confronted with the reality of having to take two men into her mouth until they came. Edward moved aside, Tyler moving in closer, and the camera clicked away at her spread-open crotch. She looked up to see Edward move behind her.

Raise your arms over your head, Alice." He saw her firm, young breasts rise up as she obeyed him without question. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them up higher until her body grew taut. He trapped her arms with his body, to free his hands, moving down the front of her blouse and opening the buttons one at a time as Tyler captured the look on her face as he began to strip her naked for the camera.

It took only a few minutes before the blouse was open, Edward's large hands pushing the blouse aside to reveal the skimpy bra, the position thrusting her breasts out obscenely. He yanked on the blouse until he could pull it from her body, throwing it to the floor at her feet so the camera could capture the discarded clothes. Her arms were bent back farther over the back of the chair, feeling Edward's body pinning them to the other side of the chair. She felt it, his throbbing cock pushed into her pinned hands as he leaned over her. She watched and then felt his large hands grip her perky breasts and squeeze them so hard that they almost popped out of the bra. His cock jerked against her hands each time he clenched tight on her breasts. Humiliated that she did it, her fingers curled around the thick shaft of his cock, her arousal increasing and a desire to touch the pulsating flesh of his cock. Edward moaned, pleased as her fingers rubbed the shaft, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching them to hard, pointed tips. His fingers were powerful, crushing them, driving the blood from the ends, but all she felt was a masochistic pleasure, her fingers running over the throbbing shaft of his cock.

"Do you like that, Alice? Do you like his fingers pinching your body? Look into the camera so it can capture your lust." Tyler saw her hands moving behind her, knowing that Edwards was enjoying Alice's gentle, fondling fingers in spite of his harsh grip on her nipples.

She arched her body up, her tits pushing up almost to the ceiling as his fingers crushed them with such delightful pleasure, pulling on them as they were stretched to unbelievable lengths. It took only seconds for him to tear the bra from her body, literally ripping it, the bra straps digging painfully into her skin until they finally burst from the sheer power of his hands. The bra was tossed to the floor with her blouse, her naked breasts hanging free but only for a second, Tyler snapping away pictures until she moaned in pleasure when hot, heavy hands gripped her breasts and squeezed them hard. His fingers pawed at her breasts and nipples until they were sore, but they still sent a tingle between her spread legs. He finally released them, pushing away from her hands, his cock slipping out of her grip. She felt his hands on one of her wrists and then she shuddered in fear and lust when a thick leather strap was placed around her wrist and pulled tight. He moved to the other side, repeating it, finally pulling away. Alice looked up, trying to pull her hands away but saw they were securely attached to the top of the chair back. Edward moved in front of her, kneeling down between her widely spread legs.

Edward grabbed the first of the straps, tightening it around her slim ankle and pulling it tighter. He secured the other one then moved onto the two thigh straps, pulling the thick leather strap across the smooth skin of her thigh and pulling it tight. He had her legs bound at the ankles and the thighs, Alice unable to move them more than an inch in any direction. "I love a girl in this position, Alice. So open and vulnerable."

She never felt anything like it before, so helpless, the tight leather bindings reminding her of her desperate situation. She looked down at Edward, his eyes staring at her open crotch, but it was his hands that moved up her legs until they caressed her thighs, moving closer to her pussy. She couldn't stop the juices that flowed freely as she waited for the touch of his hands on her sex, hoping it would be like Tyler's when he pulled and pinched her sex until she came explosively. Today, the camera would capture her pleasure and her shame.

Her skin was so soft and silky, Edward running his finger along the edge of the tight panties, teasing at the errant hairs that pushed out the band of her panties by the wide spread of her legs. He inhaled the lust of the girl, the familiar smell of a bound girl in heat. He pinched her pussy lips beneath the tight panties, full, fleshy lips gripped tightly in his powerful grip, feeling the dampness on her panties. His fingers lightly traced across the sharp divide of her slit, rubbing up and down as the pressure of his finger pushed the dainty panties between the wet lips of her pussy. He explored every inch of her pussy, from the top, his thumb pressing her hidden clit into her pubic bone, all the way down her slit until he could feel the heat of her tight pussy hole. His fingers didn't stop there, sliding over the delicate flap of skin, her perineum, before it slid up the deep divide of her buttocks, her muscles clenching, but Alice relaxing them so his fingers could slide along the crack and over her anus. She gasped loudly when his finger found the tight knot of her anus, pressing her panties into the resisting hole.

His fingers were everywhere, her panties the only protection, but the pressure of his finger found every nook and cranny in her sex and behind to her bottom, a perverse thrill running through her body when his finger touched her inappropriately on her anus. She didn't know what to think, surprised that she felt such quivering in her body, never expecting to feel pleasure in such a hole. Tyler continued to snap pictures of her face, of Edward fondling her bound body, the camera relentless in capturing her surrender.

Her skirt was pushed out of the way, Edward grabbing the top of her panties and pulling them out, forcing the front of her panties into a tight band only an inch wide, leaving a generous portion of naked skin and brown pubic hairs revealed.

He yanked on her pubic hairs, Alice feeling single follicles plucked out painfully. He pulled the panties out farther until her mound was naked.

"A beautiful pussy, Tyler." He pushed the panties aside so Tyler could take pictures, her bound, spread legs pulling her lips apart to reveal the pink, moist inner lips to the camera lens. "Make sure you get pictures of how wet she is."

Her hips were squirming as he pulled on her hairs, starting at the top and continuing along the side, her lips yanked wider and exposing her shameful wetness to the men and the camera. It hurt when he pulled her hair, but it also made her wetter. She heard the rip of her panties, the rags tossed to the floor with the last of her clothes, Alice naked and bound in the chair except for her skirt. His fingers played with her pussy, running up and down her slit, clinically exploring her soft, damp inner lips, running up and down her slit as she flooded his fingers with her arousal.

Edward pushed his finger against her pussy, fighting the muscles until they sucked him into the hot, tight hole. He began to finger her, one finger joined by a second, her juices making it easy to slide in and out. He lifted her buttocks up as far as he could until her anus was exposed, the tiny brown hole just a speckle on the white flesh of her buttocks.

"Eat her, Edward. Show her the pleasure of your tongue." Tyler snapped away as Edward's face moved closer to her pussy, hearing him suck in air through his nose as he inhaled the essence of an aroused, bound girl.

No one had ever done that to her, but she shivered in lust when Edward blew on her super-heated pussy. She was exposed from her clit all the way back to her anus, crying out when she felt the wet touch of his tongue finding the soft, inner petals of her pussy, his fingers pulling them back for his oral assault. It was nothing she could have imagined, his tongue everywhere, from the top of her slit, kissing her clit until she felt the gentle pressure of his lips around the swelling organ, crying out when he suctioned it, drawing it into his hot mouth and his waiting tongue. His tongue stabbed her clit almost like a punching bag, his teeth scaring her as he bit the base of her clit and held it captive while his tongue worked over the tip into a heated lather of lust. He moved down her slit, exploring both sides, lapping up her abundant juices. His tongue felt like a miniature cock when it pushed against her pussy, forcing its way inside her, feeling his stiffened tongue rubbing her erotically. "No! No!" she cried out shamefully when his tongue moved along her sweat-drenched crack, knowing where it was going but unable to stop the loathsome act. She could not believe that he did it, but his tongue licked her anus, the muscles reacting violently to the lewd oral assault. She couldn't stop the stiffened tongue from entering her rectum, crying out from the humiliating act of having her anus rimmed by his tongue.

He savored the girl's juices, enjoying her humiliation as he ate her ass hole, the muscles of her anus ineffective at keeping him from shoving his tongue into her rectum and teasing at the spastic muscles. When her ass hole was wet from his tongue, he used his finger to probe her.

"EEEEESSSSS," she hissed through clenched teeth. His finger found her anus slick, Alice unable to stop his finger from penetrating her in such a lewd place. It wormed into her rectum like a small snake slithering in the tight hole, pressing hard against the resisting muscle, but Edward's fingers too powerful for her to stop him. She could feel the knuckles rubbing harshly against the soft, elastic walls of her anal passage, stretching her as it rode deep inside her, his finger flexing against the muscles.

"Catch a lot of pictures of my finger up her ass. She is fighting it, the gentle contractions such a delightful feeling in a tight, hot hole." Two fingers penetrated her ass hole as Tyler caught the distressed look on her face as he was plundering her ass.

She went from one strange excitement to another as Edward worked over her bound, naked body with immunity. Nothing was spared from his intimate examination with his fingers and tongue. Her body was on the edge of an orgasm, Edward taking her to a new plateau then finding a new place to explore, prolonging the pleasure that was building in her body. All the while, Tyler was capturing her pleasure, her pain, her shame and humiliation with the camera. She was shaken when Edward got up, deserting her on-edge body.

"Where do you want her, Tyler?"

"How about on the bench? Ass up, I haven't fucked her pussy yet." Tyler put the camera down, his cock aching for release. They had enough pictures; it was time for pleasure, their pleasure.

She watched as both men stripped naked, large cocks jutting out in front of them like weapons, bouncing excitedly as they began to untie her. It took only seconds, her skirt the last garment to be tossed aside. They picked her up and carried her over to a large wooden bench, forcing her to her hands and knees. Her knees were bound to the bench, but not before Tyler spread her legs wide. A small stand was placed on the front of the bench, Alice recognizing a pillory, a small indent for her neck, and then it was secured by another brace over the back of her neck. She was pinned in it, unable to move her head away, knowing that it was a convenient height for either man to use her mouth for his pleasure. Her hands were secured to the bench, Alice naked and kneeling for the two men to plunge their powerful organs into her body. She would be forced to take them anywhere and anyway until they came in her.

"Open your mouth and take Edward inside," Tyler instructed Alice.

He was standing over here, stroking his cock in her face, Alice unable to do anything but stare as his organ grew even bigger as his hand slid up and down the flesh, the skin running over the head.

Edward pushed his hand under her chin, forcing her head up the last inch, moving forward until he felt the hot breath blowing on the head of his cock. "Stick your tongue out," Alice obeying instantly. His cock jerked and bounced off her tongue when it first touched the hot, wet appendage, but then slipped back down. He held his cock in one hand as her tongue began to swirl around the head, lapping up the thick cum that leaked out.

She couldn't help herself, licking his cock with such enthusiasm, running her tongue up the thick shaft and over the pulsating veins, all the way to the head, her tongue flicking on the piss hole until the clear liquid spilled out onto her waiting tongue, the salty taste returning to her mouth. Her tongue went all the way to his balls, choking on errant hairs that pulled loose, but then her tongue made a broad swipe up the shaft, her lips gathering up the head of his cock just inside her mouth as the tip of her tongue licked it so anxiously. She wished she could touch it and guide it into her mouth, Edward teasing her by pulling it out of her mouth just before she could suck it inside. Frustrated, she finally begged him. "Put it in my mouth. Force me suck your cock."

He finally gave her what she wanted, pushing the head of his cock between the soft, silky lips until they curled around the head like a tight rubber band. He looked down at her angelic face, her mouth speared by his cock, her lips drawn open wide in a giant O. He pushed with his hips, driving his cock deeper into the hot cavern of her mouth, the pillory keeping her from moving away, forced to take it as deep as he wanted.

Her tongue danced over his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked it in her mouth, feeling his hips beginning to rock back and forth, fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. Then she felt it, another thick cock rubbing up and down her slit, pushing aside her lips, gathering up her juices. She felt the blunt head pushed into her tight hole, her muscles stretching to accommodate it. She was so wet that the head slid in easily, Alice feeling the erotic pleasure of being taken by two men at once, her mouth and pussy gradually filled with the demanding cocks of Edward and Tyler. She could only mumble, her mouth stuffed, but she wanted to yell out for Tyler to fuck her. "GGGGGLLLL," Tyler hearing her muffled plea as his hips drove hard, her pussy speared by the rock-hard shaft of man-flesh. It refused to yield to her straining muscles, the blunt head of his cock pile driving into her tight passage with such demanding pressure. She felt her pussy go from empty to full in seconds, her muscles clinging to the cock that spread her open from deep within. It felt like a giant log was inside her.

"You're going to love her pussy, Edward. Tight and hot." Tyler began to pull out, her insides collapsing behind it until only the head was caught in the tight muscle of her pussy. "Fuck," he yelled out as he thrust back in, her body yielding to his demanding cock and the tight bondage.

It felt so good, Tyler taking Alice hard, filing her pussy until it ached, her muscles cramping around the unyielding cock. He began to fuck her, her juices flowing to coat his cock with her slippery juices as his hands dug into her hips as he began to piston his cock into her. At the same time, Edward began to drive his cock deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it as it banged against the back of her mouth. She couldn't believe the feelings that were racing through her body as the two men used her for their pleasure, naked and bound, twin cocks spearing her for their pleasure. She tightened her pussy on the cock when Tyler withdrew, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she could. Edwards cock pushed deep into her mouth. "GGGLLUUGG," she gulped furiously, choking as the smooth head of his cock slipped into the tight confines of her throat, the pain of being throat fucked returning to her body once again. Her throat was rubbed raw by his cock, but it soon began to stimulate a part of her throat, as if she had pleasure modules in her throat and his cock was rubbing them just the right way. Her mouth was filled with spit and cum and dribbling down her chin as Edward plugged her throat was his cock.

He never felt someone suck his cock as expertly and with such enthusiasm as Alice. Even when he breached her throat, she barely whimpered, her throat opening up when he choked her, welcoming the head of his cock in the tight aperture, her muscles compressing the head it so it would fit. He looked into her tear-stained eyes, but it was not pain he saw but unbridled pleasure, her tongue continuing to work over his cock as he ran the head in and out of her throat. It only drove him to fuck her harder and deeper, the pillory doing a good job of keeping her in place for him to have his way with her.

Tyler wouldn't last much longer in her pussy, her insides nipping at his cock, her muscles compressing on the rigid flesh that fucked her hard and fast, the friction building in her pussy. His hands went to her ass, pulling apart her cheeks until the tiny ass hole was presented to his eyes. He put his thumb on the tiny hole, the thick finger covering it. He began to add pressure to it, feeling her heart beating in the tight muscles that tried to protect it.

Alice's mind couldn't keep up with the two men that were taking her. Her mouth and throat were stuffed with Edward's cock, her pussy sucking Tyler's cock in deeper, a fat finger on her anus now distracting her. The pressure began to build in her backside, Alice able to feel the elastic ring of her anus slowly being impaled, Alice unable to do anything except try to relax the muscles in her ass and accept the finger's ravishment of her behind. She felt her anus surrender, the thick finger sliding inside her rectum with little pain, in spite of its size. It began to move in her ass with the cock in her pussy, Edward joining in, fucking her mouth in rhythm. She never felt so full of men before or so happy.

Tyler was the first to cum in her, his thumb driving deeper into her bowels as if to punish her, but she took it without so much as a whimper. Alice knew instinctively when he was ready to cum, her pussy greedily milking the cum from his balls until it shot out and blasted her insides. He dug his thumb in deeper, as he shot a second and third load of cum in her milking pussy until his balls ached from being drained by the girl.

They switched places as soon as Tyler came inside her, Alice never feeling anything like it before, feeling like a fire hose was blasting the walls of her pussy with his hot crème. His cock was replaced with Edward's, Tyler's wet cock slipping into her mouth and filling it with both of their cum. She licked it clean as Edward went to work on getting his satisfaction from her pussy. She did everything she could to milk his cock, her pussy grabbing at his flesh with each thrust. He reached around her body and found her mound, his fingers sliding up and down her slit to where his cock was piercing her hard and deep. The hand slid up and found her clit, pinching and pulling on it with two powerful fingers that drove her hips to fuck back on his cock. Tyler's cock was already growing erect in her mouth again as her lips and tongue worked its magic on it, Alice so proud that she could do such things to men with her mouth. It took only a few minutes of Edward's experienced fingers to drive an orgasm from her body, sucking greedily on Tyler's cock as Alice and Edward came simultaneously, his fingers pulling and tugging onto her clit until it ached in pleasure.

The men let her lose, but Edward didn't let her stand up until her mouth had washed all the wet cum from his semi-erect cock. She had satisfied two men and herself, Alice so proud of herself.





Chapter Four of Part II Alice

Strung up and Spread for the Men

Alice didn't see Tyler for a week, class pictures taking all of his time, but he did leave a message congratulating her on the excellent pictures from the shoot and promising to show them to her next Saturday. He had another shoot for her, this one even more money. Alice knew better to ask any more questions. She thought it was just Tyler that excited and aroused her, but Edward had done the same thing. It was a dominating man, any dominating man that made her body quiver and surrender to their every desire, no matter how perverted. She knew next Saturday would be no different.

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They were waiting for her when she arrived, Tyler and another man. He was older, looking almost sixty, but still fit and handsome. He wore a pair of slacks that were cut to his body, a pullover that showed no excess fat, but Alice's eyes were always drawn to the bulge in their pants. The minute he saw her, she could almost see his bulge flex, or was it just her imagination.

"She is stunning, Tyler."

"The camera never lies. Alice, this is Jerome. He has seen your pictures and has commissioned me to do another photo shoot."

"How do you do, Sir?" Alice said obediently, taking his hand, feeling the pressure of a manly grip, knowing how it would feel when he touched her body with his demanding hands.

"Very good, Alice. As soon as I saw you, my day became much better." He held her hand for a long time, staring into her eyes. There was no fear, only arousal.

"Let me show you the pictures of last week, Alice. You are going to be impressed with yourself."

She walked down the hall with the two men, her mind already racing to what they would do to her body today, though she was sure that she would be surprised, unable to fathom the depths of depravity of man that they would subject her to. She would love whatever they did, her pleasure in the submission to their lust.

She shivered when she saw the pictures, all laid out neatly in order, the camera catching Alice as she was systematically stripped naked and subject to Edward's hands and mouth. She couldn't believe her own face that peered back at the camera, bound to the chair, her ripped clothes piled at her feet, her legs spread and her pussy revealed in all its wetness to the voyeuristic camera that captured it for all to see. She wasn't scared to be bound or frightened as she was stripped naked for all to see, and Edward's tongue and hands only aroused her. She was most surprised to see that Tyler had a video; the camera must have been stationed somewhere in the room. In the center stage was Alice, bound on her hands and knees, and she relived the two men taking her in the mouth and pussy as she watched the video until the very end when she cleaned Edward's cock.

"Do you like them, Alice?"

"Yes, oh yes," she cried out shamelessly. She couldn't believe that it was her doing all of those things to the two men and letting the camera record every single moment of it. She didn't want to know where the pictures or video would be used. She knew that each time a man looked at her on the street and smiled at her, she would wonder if he had somehow recognized her from the video or the pictures. Would he be fantasizing what he would do to me if he had the chance?

"Let's get started today. This way, Alice." Tyler led her down the hallway, this time to a new room, Jerome following behind them.

The door opened and Alice gasped when she saw the room. Like the other room, it housed a wide collection of bondage furniture, but lining the walls were whips, paddles, leather straps and an assortment of other punishment devices and tools. Tyler didn't ask her to change her clothes before coming to the room.

Tyler picked up one of his cameras. "Why don't you help Alice get undressed? I am sure you would like to strip her naked."

Alice stood there as Jerome moved in front of her. His fingers went to her blouse and began to unbutton them.

"Put your hands behind your back," he ordered her as he began to pull the blouse open, revealing the lacy bra she was wearing. She was obedient, not needing to tie her up, but the camera loved the rope on the flesh of a naked girl, especially when the rope induced obedience.

She put her hands behind her back, grabbing one wrist with the opposite hand as if she were being tied up, knowing soon enough she would feel the real thing. Jerome's hand slipped the blouse from her shoulders, but he was too eager to feel up her breasts to take it completely off, his hands gripping each of her breasts and squeezing them harshly, Alice feeling her nipples grow erect in pleasure. He was older, his hands having wrinkles, but they were every bit as powerful when they squeezed her breasts.

He finally released her breasts, but his fingers couldn't resist pinching the two pointed nipples that almost poked out of the bra. He saw her lips clench tight, but she didn't cry out, no matter how hard he squeezed. "Very nice tits, Alice, and they love to be manhandled. I will remember that." Jerome slipped the blouse from her, his hand encircling her body, drawing her up against him until he felt his hard cock push into her pussy and her sharp-pointed tits pushed into his chest. He unsnapped the bra with experience, his hand drawing it slowly from her body. He hated pulling away from her, but it was worth it when he saw her breasts. They were almost perfect, dark areolas with nipples that stood out like rocks. His fingers sought out her nipples, two fingers finding the hard tips and pinching them, staring into her eyes, but she didn't even flinch, not even when he twisted them.

She loved a powerful man manhandling her breasts, pinching and prodding them with no regard if it hurt her. That made it so much more exciting. Jerome was anxious, Tyler clicking away as he stripped her. The skirt was next, falling to the floor, leaving her only in her panties, her wet panties. His hand slid in her waistband, and she felt them slide over her bush and send shivers of excitement in her pubic hair follicles. She stepped out of them, naked, Tyler capturing her nudity once again, Alice spreading her legs slightly to tease the camera. She knew that soon the men would have her with her legs spread wide and revealed in all her splendor to the voyeuristic eye of the camera. "MMMM," she couldn't contain herself when Jerome's hand slid over her belly and through her bush, a fat finger finding her slit and her wetness, sliding all the way down until his hand gripped her between the legs, Alice spreading her legs wider to accommodate that large hand.

"Yes, you are right, Tyler. She certainly gets wet easily. That will be good today." Jerome pulled his hand away from Alice, seeing the look of disappointment on her face, feeling her hips moving forward when he pulled his hand away, not wanting to lose the touch. "Over here, Alice, I have something new for you today. The camera will love this."

Alice was led over to a large, wooden table; Alice noticing that it was long and wide enough to accommodate a person. That didn't bother her as much as the strange bamboo pole that hovered two or three feet above the middle of it. It was supported on two stands, the bamboo pole about three inches in diameter. Alice couldn't figure it out, but she knew that it wouldn't take long for her to find out, Jerome eager.

"Put your wrists in front of you." He had the brown, twisted rope in his hand. Not the smooth kind, but the one that was rough and scratchy.

She submitted, feeling the harsh rope pin her wrist together as he tightened it. There was excess rope hanging from the knot.

"Sit on the table."

She climbed on the table, hearing Tyler's camera clicking away, hoping that he didn't get anything too obscene when she got on the table. She waited for Jerome. He slid her until she was in the middle, his hand cradling her head as he laid her back down, the table giving her goose bumps as she was chilled when her back touched it. Jerome moved away, going to the other side of the table, Alice's legs coyly together. Jerome wouldn't have it, lifting her legs up and then spreading them, but not very wide. He grabbed the end of the rope that bound her hands and now the purpose of the bamboo pole became apparent. He pulled the rope up over the pole; Alice forced to raise her wrists up as Jerome pulled the rope until her wrists were on the top of the bar. Her heart raced as he tied the rope around the pole, securing her wrists tightly above her. He tied the rope at least four times around the pole; Alice would never be able to move her hands an inch. She felt a tremor of fear, but it was also excitement. What was he going to do to me?

"You look so lovely naked and bound, Alice."

She watched him as he moved around the table, moving her fingers, the tips of them already beginning to tingle from the tight rope cutting off the circulation. He grabbed some more rope, Alice feeling her pussy getting wetter. Tyler was still at the other end of the table, taking pictures of her with her hands bound above her, her naked breasts standing up proudly, her legs spread so the camera could capture the wetness that covered her pussy lips. She could only watch as he took a strand of the rope and began to run it around one ankle; four times he encircled it until he finally knotted it. She knew he would spread her open now. She was breathing heavy, her breasts rising and falling, the excitement of the unknown spreading through her body. It shocked her when one of his hands held her ankle, the other on her knee, bending her leg back up against her chest. She panicked, struggling against him, but Jerome controlled her like a puppet, Alice watching as he spread her leg to the side, her crotch opening up widely. She didn't know how far he would spread her, but suddenly he popped her leg behind the pole above her then slid her ankle over until it was a foot away from her bound hands. He pushed down on her knee again to the side until she opened up wide. "Noooo, pllleasse don't," her voice trembling in fear. Her leg was pulled up so high that her ass would have been off the table if it weren't for her unsecured leg, but she knew that wouldn't last long. Jerome was already securing the rope from her ankle around the pole above her.

"Such a delightful view, Alice. You are so open. I'm going to enjoy this very much." Jerome went to work securing the rope to the pole. There was a notch in the pole, the rope slipping into it to keep her from closing her legs.

Tyler disappeared from view, Alice growing more frightened as her leg was pinned to the pole, a sly grin on Jerome's face. She watched as Jerome grabbed another piece of rope and went to the other side. She felt his large hand grab her other ankle. "Pllease don't. I'll do anything you want. Don't tie me like this." She began to sweat and breathe heavier, her heart racing a mile a minute.

"But I will to do anything I want to you, and it will make it easier if you are bound. Tyler had this lovely table and pole. It will expose you erotically for me and the camera to capture, Alice."

The rope began to encircle her ankle, Jerome holding her still as he tied it securely around her leg and knotted it tight. He checked it twice to make sure that it was secure. "Nnnnnooo," she cried out when Jerome pulled her leg back behind the pole, Alice feeling her crotch open up until she thought it would tear, her leg pushed behind the pole and pinned. He pushed down on her thigh until they were almost parallel to her body. Jerome was meticulous in tying the rope, four or five times around the pole until he tied the knot, yanking it hard. Her legs were spread three or four feet wide, her wrists pinned between them. Her ass barely touched the table, her legs drawn up and back toward her head, her pussy, even her ass cheeks pulled apart by the wide spread and the tight bondage. She was scared what he would do to her in this vulnerable position. She was even more scared because she couldn't see or hear Tyler. Did he leave me alone in this room with a pervert and bound naked for him to do the most perverted things to my unwilling body?

"Do you have something for her thighs, Tyler? Something to spread them to the side?" Jerome wanted her secured and opened wider. He didn't want her to have a chance of moving once he began.

"Try these, it should work well. Instead of rope, its elastic bands, very powerful elastic bands. Her thigh muscles will fight the natural elasticity of the bands." Tyler tossed them on the table, waiting behind until Alice was prepared before he captured her vulnerability. Viewers would love the photos showing her bound and so grotesquely opened.

She thought she was spread and bound tight enough, but Jerome wasn't finished. She felt a tight band go around one thigh. Not like a rope, this one compressed her flesh. Jerome pulled the other end of the band to the side of the table and secured it. It felt terrible, feeling as if he was still pulling on it even when he released it. It tugged continually on her thigh, pulling her open wider, constant pressure on her crotch. He moved to the other side, repeating the same procedure, and when he was finished, it felt like her crotch was under constant tugging, her legs pulled wide to the side. She couldn't close them, even using all her strength only closed them an inch until her muscles tired, the bands pulling her open again. She looked up to see Jerome begin to undress, turning her head to the side, not wanting to see him naked. In spite of being bound naked by him, she was still scared what he would do to her, even with Tyler in the room.

Jerome piled his clothes neatly on the other chair, naked, ready to have his pleasure with Alice. His cock wasn't hard yet, but he would have her mouth excite him. He went to the other end of the table and stood next to her head. She had turned her head the other way and closed her eyes, his hand going to her smooth cheek and turning her head toward him, but her eyes refused to open. With one hand hefting up his cock, he laid it gently down on her face. It started to grow harder with just the touch of her hot skin. He began to move his hips, the head of his cock sliding over the silky skin of her cheek.

She jumped from the unexpected hot touch of his flesh on her face, Alice knowing instantly what it was. It wasn't a hard cock, but it still was a cock that was brushing on her face. She refused to open her eyes, not wanting to confront what he wanted her to perform. It wasn't that she hadn't suck cocks before, but she didn't feel the arousal that she usually felt, the fear still in her. She felt it moving, sliding along her cheek until it came to her lips. She clenched her lips in defiance, but he didn't try to force it in her mouth, just rubbing it back and forth over her wet lips. She could feel it starting to grow.

Alice's wet lips made his cock twitch in excitement, her hot breath blowing out of her nose, her lips clenched tight. He teased her, waiting for her to take his cock in her mouth on her own volition.

It took a few minutes, the cock relentless, rubbing over her lips as she clenched them tightly. Her mind betrayed her. She was naked on the table, her hands bound to the bar above her, her legs spread and pushed back until the flat plane of her sex and ass was open, all of her holes vulnerable. A cock was rubbing on her lips wanting her mouth to take it inside. She was helpless, unable to stop him from doing anything to her body or to take his cock in any of her holes, including her mouth. She thought of how she must look, Jerome standing over her head, eager to be in her mouth and it aroused her. Her lips began to part, first slightly. She turned her head, the cock sliding and her lips puckering like a kiss. She hoped he didn't notice her shamed surrender. She turned her head back and forth, the cock sliding from one side of her mouth to the other, her lips parting wider until the tip of her tongue peeked out from between them. She felt it touch the hot flesh of his cock. He still wasn't hard, Alice knowing that if she took him into her mouth, she could make him erect. That is what he wanted.

Jerome saw the change in her, moving her head, though her eyes were still closed, as if she could somehow deny what she was doing. He turned her head toward his cock until the head was pushed against the center of her lips. "Lick it, Alice." He heard her heavy breathing, her naked breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her pink tongue snuck out of her lips, making his cock twitch when it touched the head. Her mouth opened wider, the heat of her breath blowing on his cock as the tongue snaked out and licked the underside of the head of his cock. His cock kept jerking from the pleasure of her tongue, each time Alice trying to find it again. Her eyes finally opened, Jerome seeing the humiliation in her eyes as she stared at his cock sitting on her tongue. Her tongue began to flutter over his cock.

She stared up at him, but all she saw was the cock on her tongue. Her lips opened wider, her tongue wagging back and forth, her head moving to trap the cock from twitching away with her upper lips, almost enclosing it in her lips until the cock sank back down onto her waiting tongue. She knew what she had to do, her mouth opening wider as she stared up at Jerome. She felt the cock sliding over her tongue, her lips closing around the head and drawing it into her mouth. It wasn't that big, at least not yet, hearing Jerome moan when her tongue began to explore the cock in her mouth. She only had the head trapped in her lips, rubbing her tongue over the piss hole until she tasted the salty precum that leaked out. It felt strange, always having an erect semi-cock in her mouth, but this one was becoming alive as she began to suck it deeper into her mouth. It became a challenge to her, powerful suction drawing it into her mouth while her tongue attacked it with a vengeance. She could feel the soft flesh of his cock become harder, her lips stretching wider to accommodate it as it grew in her talented mouth. She saw Tyler come into view, snapping pictures of her with a cock in her mouth while bound, rejuvenating Jerome's cock. Her head began to move back and forth as her lips slid up and down the shaft. She was being forced to suck him off and that excited her. She could imagine the pictures that Tyler was taking of her with her mouth filled with a strange man's cock.

Jerome let her pleasure him with her mouth for a few minutes longer, the girl exceedingly talented and inspired. His cock grew to be a formidable weapon, her lips stretched tightly around the shaft as he urged her head back and forth. She would open her mouth wide when she took him inside her mouth, making sure that she covered her teeth with her lips. Once it pushed to the back of her mouth, her lips would clench around the shaft like a tight rubber band, and then her head was drawn back, her clinging lips sliding over the shaft until only the head was captured in the hot depths of her mouth.

She felt him pull his cock from her mouth, her tongue following it out to lick it as he rubbed his spit- covered cock all over her face in a degrading act that Tyler captured on film. Her mouth was ready, opened wide when he plunged back in, welcoming the hardened member within her waiting tongue and clenched lips. She sucked him again, taking long strokes until the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth.

"You're very talented, Alice, but there will be time later for you to suck my cock. It's time to move onto the main event." Jerome pulled his cock from her mouth, afraid of her biting it when he told her of the main event. He moved away from her, gathering up one of the instruments and bringing it over for Alice to see.

Main event, what did he mean? Then she saw it in his hand, fear turned to panic. "NOOOOO!" She looked for Tyler to protect her, but he was clicking away pictures of the terror etched in her face.

Jerome was going to whip her. He selected a crop first, a thin shaft that would whip back and forth with little effort. It had a large tongue of black leather at the tip that would discipline her soft skin and bring out the color of blood on her pale, white skin. "Yes, I'm going to start with those lovely, white thighs, I'm sure they are tender. Cry all you want, it will only make my cock harder." Jerome moved to the other side of the table so he could stare up between her widespread legs. "Let me raise the pole up a little higher so I will have better access." It took him only a minute to raise the two sides up until her ass was no longer touching the table, only her upper back on the hard, wooden table.

She could feel the air blowing inside her pussy and ass, the spread of her legs making her intimate holes open up as if they were being probed. He was going to whip her, Alice fearing where he would go once he worked over her thighs.

The position she was in caused Alice's ass cheeks to part in the most obscene way, the tiny dark hole peeking out from a sea of white skin. Farther up, her pink pussy opened up like a spring flower, a gaping hole of wet, glistening flesh, full lips pushed aside by the spread of her legs, her dark pubic hair framing it like a picture. Her slit was open from her perineum to her clit, delicate inner flesh exposed as no man had ever seen before. Not only would his hands and cock caress this exposed flesh, but the whip and crop would visit the most intimate body parts of her body, the sound of leather hitting wet flesh would excite Jerome to greater perversity.

The wicked tongue of the crop slapped harshly at one thigh, Jerome waiting until he heard her cry out softly, catching her breath, and then he brought the tongue on the other thigh. He moved from one thigh to the other, starting at the knees until he got to the top of her thighs and so close to her spread pussy. He quickened the pace as he got closer to her pussy, hearing Alice's ragged breathing. He enjoyed the way her hands clenched into fists and her toes curled each time the crop found her skin. She could do little but absorb the pain of the crop and wait for the next blow.

She had expected pain, but even though it hurt, it was something else. The crop laced her thighs, but each time it moved closer to her pussy until she could feel the wind from the last blow puffing over her wet, vulnerable pussy. Her muscles were tied into knots; the stringent bondage leaving her no room to escape wherever the crop would strike, and that is what scared her and excited her the most.

"Are you enjoying your chastisement, Alice?" Jerome's cock was throbbing with blood, pounding in excitement.

"Please, Sir," she tried to beg him. "No more," but she knew that her plea was futile, and she wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop. Naughty girls needed to be punished, and she had been naughty, letting any man have his way with her. She needed to be bound and punished for her sinful ways, yet her punishment was, in itself, sinful, Alice excited at the thought of the whip touching her in other parts, more intimate parts. Even the whip on her thighs had sent ripples of pleasure in her pussy.

"It's time to work on your ass, Alice. It's so white and blemish free. It will be a delight to scar it with the crop. You will remember this for a week each time you sit down." He went to work on the white skin of her ass, her muscles clenched tight before the first blow even struck her. They probably barely hurt her, but he enjoyed the sound of the leather tongue scouring her flesh. He hit the plumpest part of her buttocks, the fleshy skin taking the brunt of the punishment. It began to tenderize the sensitive skin, the white skin turning a pink glow after five or six smacks of the soft tongue. Alice began to whimper after the skin glowed from the leather tongue, her toes curling erotically, her cheeks clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, providing him with an erotic sight as the girl exposed all her girlish charms to him. He adorned her cheeks from top to bottom, five ridges of pink flesh running horizontally across her delightful ass, raising the crop high and smashing it down harder on the summit of one buttock. Her thighs clenched tight and her buttocks quivered erotically, a harsh cry from her lips, but then she pushed her ass back out for him to continue to whip her with the crop.

She could only lie there as Jerome worked over her ass with the crop, the sensations running through her body, not of pain but pleasure. Jerome changed direction of the crop, running vertically, the leather tongue caressing the horizontal welts; the tender underside of her buttocks began to feel the flick of the leather on the untouched skin.

Jerome watched as the pink flesh turned a deeper red, flicking her harder and more rapidly, Alice beginning to cry out once again, her voice rising up in tone, her buttocks dancing excitedly for him. Her cheeks parted wider, her anus clenching open, her pussy dripping with her juices. He found the tender skin between her anus and her pussy, her perineum, making the tip of the tongue flick out and tear harshly into the tender skin, Alice quivering, a high-pitched groan from her lips as her ass danced for him. He now paid attention to the sharp divide of her cheeks, the unblemished flesh that beckoned the crop.

The crop sliced through her cheeks, smashing into the sweat-drenched crack pulled open by the strict bondage, Alice jerking from the unexpected touch on such an intimate part. It barely missed her anus, sliding down her crack to stop just short of her pussy. The blows were getting harder, his lust getting the better of him as she cried out.

Jerome worked with precision down her crack, each blow making her body jerk and shudder, Alice panting loudly from the burning leather. A second stroke down her crack barely escaped hitting her anus, the last one more precise; Jerome making sure that her dark brown anus received the full brunt of the tongue. He could change the pain she felt, hitting her with the broad flap of the tongue or using the very tip of the tongue to attack a tiny spot on her body with intense pain.

"EEEEEEWWWW," she couldn't contain the scream in her throat as the tongue found her anus, feeling it explode on the tiny hole as if it were trying to enter her. How could he hit me there? It was no accident, a second blow attacking her anus like a hive of angry bees, burning and stinging even as the leather tongue moved away. Alice bit her lip, knowing he was not finished, but she couldn't do anything, her cheeks pulled open, leaving her anus defenseless. The crop imploded on her anus, sending shooting pains deep in her belly. She felt Jerome stroke the tongue of the crop across her anus, sending it quivering uncontrollably. She knew he would strike her there again, his voice only confirming her worst fears.

"One more on your ass hole, Alice."

She could barely breathe as she tensed for the last blow, the tip of the crop whistling through the air until it hit her with a sharp slap. She howled as she absorbed the burning pain in her anal ring, feeling the heat of the welt already swelling the beaten hole. She felt the leather tongue running up and down her crack and over her virgin ass hole, swollen and sore from the excruciating beating. Her body trembled in fear until he pulled the crop away from her. He stood next to her head and she knew what he wanted. She opened up her mouth, feeling the hot flesh of a rigid cock sliding through her lips. The corners of her mouth were stretched. Her pain had made his cock grow in girth. He was more eager this time, his hand on her head, guiding her back and forth until his cock banged against the tight opening of her throat. He leisurely fucked her mouth for long minutes as she struggled to breathe, Alice choking and gagging when he pushed in too far but unable to push his cock from her mouth. He would stop when his cock pushed to her throat, plugging it like a cork, continuing pressure until she gagged. That is when she was vulnerable, her throat opening up when she gagged, the head of his cock compressed by her muscles as it slid into her gullet. He held her head tightly as he fucked her throat, finally pulling free of her throat but never out of her mouth. Her throat felt raw from his cock, her tongue was tired from servicing his cock and her lips feeling like they were torn from being opened too wide, but she was glad when he finally pulled his cock from her mouth. Maybe now he would fuck my pussy and give me the pleasure I want.

He moved away, but when he came back, he had another whip in his hand. It was short, made of several strands of leather. The handle was special, in the shape of an erect cock; the end a thick head, the shaft spiraled with thick veins. "I'm going to start with your breasts." He saw the fear in her eyes, but she couldn't do anything to stop him.

He started with her right breast, the strands of leather making a tingle in her flesh, missing her nipple, but curling dangerously close. It forced her to arch her back as the perverse reaction raced through her body. He swung it again, this time the strands racing over her nipple, stinging it with a delightful tingling that made it swell up to be a bigger target. Jerome made sure the strands found her swollen and delicate nipples with each blow, Alice beginning to gasp as a perverse pleasure raced through her body in spite of the stinging blows. He alternated between her breasts until both of them glowed, turning pink as the strands marked her white flesh.

Jerome loved to whip girls breasts; hearing them gasp, their nipples betraying them, as they stood out hard and pointed, begging for the harsh bite of the whip on the tips. He looked down at her pussy, the puffy outer lips pulled back to show the shameful juices that leaked from her body in spite of being whipped, the skin a pretty pink.

She knew what he was going to do next, Alice bracing for the inevitable pain. There was nothing she could do but wait, and she didn't have to wait long. The first blow of the whip hit the right side of her vulva, slapping at the puffy lip of her pussy, the strands of leather beating into the tender flesh. She gasped as she bit her lip. Jerome raised the whip again, her left pussy lip stroked, this time harder, feeling the strands attack her mound, stray strands striking close to her opened slit. Her body jerked, but the bondage kept her spread and vulnerable. The next one slashed down the center of her slit and the pain raced to her brain as the harsh leather strands tore into the tender inner flesh of her pussy. She screamed loudly, Jerome holding the whip as he let her absorb all the pain before he whipped her again.

Her pussy was turning a deep red, her lips swollen from the blows, but it was her soft, inner lips that got Jerome's attention. He watched as her slit turned from a pretty pink to a blood red, the strands of leather attacking her pussy with painful regularity. In spite of it all, her clitoris began to peek out from behind its protective hood and Jerome began to aim for it, but just with one strand at a time, wanting her to feel the intense pain that the leather would inflict on her pleasure button.

Jerome was relentless, Alice unable to fill her lungs between painful screams. The whip was everywhere, touching her intimately with the heated pain biting into her tender flesh until it was raw. Yet Jerome never stopped, the whip rising up once again, Alice watching and waiting until it came crashing down and beat into her intimate flesh. "EEEEEHHHH!" Her body shook when the whip found her clit and smashed it into her pelvic bone, feeling like it was crushed. The whip swung up between her legs, one strand striking her anus with a thick thud, two more strands attacking the opening to her hole, feeling like they were trying to enter her. Jerome swung the whip again, Alice bracing for it as it smashed into her clit again.

His arm was tired, but he was enjoying it too much to stop, and he still had to make Alice cum while being whipped. He would forever shame her if he did force her to climax for him. He concentrated on her clit, attacking it over and over again, her screams dying down, only the thick thud of the leather smashing her pleasure button and Alice's gasp.

She thought she would have died from the pain, but she didn't. Even the whipping of her clit, her most sensitive organ changed from heated pain to crushing pleasure. She almost welcomed the touch of the whip, rubbing it where her fingers couldn't reach, the powerful blows smashing the blood from the tip, only to rush back in with a pleasurable glow that raced through her body. She hated what he was doing to her, but she didn't want him to stop. Tyler was snapping pictures of her rapture, catching the wetness that flew from her pussy when the whip slapped at her heated flesh. She couldn't last any longer, the next blow on her clit sent her over the edge like nothing she ever felt before. It wasn't pleasure that drove the orgasm from her body but pain. Her orgasm raced through her body like never before, Alice knowing that she could never go back. She would seek out pleasure in submission, her body used in the most painful and perverse way until she came. She slumped, exhausted in her bondage as her orgasm finally passed. She waited for Jerome to use her mouth again, this time she would have to accept his cum and swallow it.

Jerome kept the dildo-handled whip close by, but he bent down and inspected her beaten flesh. He did a great job, her pussy swollen and red, her ass cheeks laddered with red welts, her nipples red and swollen and her brown anus a deeper red and the tight hole swollen where the whip had abused the muscles. He was ready to get his satisfaction, his hand sliding down between her sweat-drenched cheeks until he found the tiny ass hole. His finger sought out the quivering muscle that protected her intestines. "Open up or I'll begin again with the whip," he warned her.

Alice whimpered in humiliation, but she could do nothing to stop him, relaxing her anus to allow him to examine the mysterious hole.

"Good girl," he encouraged her. "Relax," as he pushed his finger against the tight knot of her ass hole and began to apply pressure.

She felt his finger on her sore ass hole, but she could do nothing as the tip of his finger began to enter her, her sphincter gave away, his finger slowly penetrating her.

"So hot and tight." Jerome began to corkscrew his finger into her rectum, her muscles trying to force the invader out, but all it did was excite him as he felt what it would feel like when his cock was inside her. He pushed against the soft, elastic walls of her ass hole, fingering her for long minutes before a second finger joined the first. They pushed and pulled inside her ass hole, stretching her for something much bigger.

She knew he was going to sodomize her, but the pain was dull compared to what he had already inflicted on her. The fingers felt uncomfortable in her ass hole, but it wasn't painful, only humiliating to be probed in such a place. His fingers pulled free, her anal ring staying open for a minute before it snapped shut. Jerome greased up his cock until it glistened, and then Alice felt the head nudge up against her anus. She groaned as she prepared to be buggered by Jerome, Tyler standing to the side so he could get a clear shot of the cock that was poised at her anus.

"I'm going to enjoy your virgin ass hole, Alice. Try to accommodate me as best you can. My cock can wreak havoc in your ass hole if you don't," he warned her. He knew he wouldn't be able to control his lust once he was inside her, riding her hard until he came in her bowels. He looked down as her anal ring began to open, the slick domed head of his cock slowly forcing it open by brute strength. The stringent bondage kept her from moving away, taking only a minute before the first inch of cock slipped through her sphincter.

Alice cried softly when she felt the shameful feeling of his pulsating flesh push into her rectum, her muscles throbbing uncontrollably as they lost the fight to keep him out.

"Relax, take some more," easing the head of his cock into her rectum until it was compressed by the tight muscles that rippled over the sensitive tip. He looked down, her beaten anal ring stretched tightly around his shaft, the head of his cock sucked into her hot, tight colon. "So nice and tight, Alice."

She could only take his cock as it began to slide into her intestines, stretching the elastic walls as the thick head opened her up from the inside.

Her anus gripped his cock in a tight band, shoving with his hips, slowly impaling her, wanting her to feel every inch burrowing into her guts. He never felt such exquisite sensations, her insides nipping at his cock as he pushed in deeper.

It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Jerome was taking her slowly, the burning of her anal ring finally going away, Alice surprised by the strange feelings that surrounded her anus. She never expected to feel pleasure in such a place, but the thick veins of his cock were rubbing her ring and sending shivers of masochistic pleasure through her body. The sliding cock began to move inside her, pushing her intestines apart as the thick head opened her up, slowly moving along her anal passage. How far would it go? Will I be able to take it all? It slid deeper, Jerome pushing in relentlessly then finally stopping with about three inches of rigid cock in her guts. He began to pull out, feeling almost as bad, her insides sucked out by the powerful suction behind the thick head, her anal ring pulled out as the thick head almost pulled free.

He looked at the beaten ring pulling out, pushing with his hips as he impaled her once again, her anal ring pushed in as four inches of cock slipped through the tight band of her anus. He heard her gasp from the sudden impalement. "Relax, Alice," he urged her, his hips already drawing his cock out for another thrust, fighting her muscles as he sought to bury all of his cock into her resisting ass hole.

She tried to relax her muscles as much as she could, but it was the shame of being fucked in the ass, his cock shoving inside her, shooting farts of compressed air from her anus with humiliating loudness. Each time another inch of cock filed her guts, twitching and jerking inside her bowels. The cock continued to saw in and out, six inches, seven inches, finally all eight inches of cock filling her colon with his cock, feeling his wiry pubic hairs against her body. He made his cock twitch in her guts, a second time it twitched and stretched her open. He began to draw all eight inches of flesh from her ass hole, her anal ring rubbed by the thick veins and bumps on the shaft, her ring pulled by the thick flange. "AAAAGGG," her breath taken away as he took her with the full measure of his cock, her hot guts going from empty to full in seconds, her stomach cramping around the sodomizing cock.

Jerome didn't last long, her bondage, the sexual whipping and now fucking her ass hole drove the orgasm from nowhere to take him by surprise. He plunged into the depths of her guts as he readied to cum into her.

She felt the cock swell, his breathing urgent as he plunged inside her ass hole with a ferocity that took her breath away. She knew what she had to do; squeezing her ass muscles on the ravaging cock, even though it hurt her more, anything to make him cum.

She felt her ass hole grip his cock as he shot a load of cum deep into her bowels, flooding her with his hot crème. He pulled out; her insides rippling up and down his shaft, another jet of cum shooting out before he could shove back in. His cock slid easily on her wet passage, his cum lubricating her as he plunged back in as her ass hole milked the cum from his balls. He exploded inside her.

She felt her insides burned by the hot crème as it flowed into her guts, Alice gripping and squeezing his cock until she drained every last drop of cum from his balls. His cock stayed in her, even as it softened. Tyler took pictures as she squeezed the shrinking cock from her ass hole with a loud fart that shamed her, a flood of white cum flowing out behind it. She never felt so used and abused. Or so satisfied. She couldn't wait to feel what they would do to her again. What perverted act they would make her perform.





Part III

Donna





Chapter One of Part III Donna

A Special Request

Tyler saw her walking down the street, knowing she was coming to see him, though not sure why. She was wearing a blue sweater beneath the coat she wore to shield her from the cool breeze and a pair of jeans that clung to her body. It was a ripe, firm body. He watched her swing her hips almost hypnotically. She wasn't a student, too old for that, probably in her thirties, maybe an older grad student. She walked toward his store with determination.

He was waiting behind the counter when Donna walked in, her body wanting to turn around and run away, struggling to go through with her plan. There was no one else in the room, but she was afraid that someone would come in while she was in the middle of her explanation. "You must be Tyler."

"Yes, I am. How can I help you?"

"Can we talk in private?" Donna's voice waivered nervously. It had taken months for her to get to this point.

There was no one else in the room, but she looked nervous. "Sure, let me lock the door, and we can go in back." He walked by her, locking the door. He opened the door to the back hallway. "First door on the right."

She turned to him. "Can we go into one of the back rooms?"

It surprised him when she said it. "Are you sure that's where you want to go?" Someone must have told her about his private, bondage rooms. He began to see her in a new light.

"YYesss," but her voice wasn't even very convincing to herself.

He opened up the door to the first one, the same one that he had Alice in last time. "How about this one?" His cock began to harden at the thought of this girl bound for him.

A large bed greeted Donna; the most prominent features were the cuffs and chains on the corners of the bed. It suddenly became a reality. Next to the bed was a large wooden chair, also with cuffs and leather straps. Her gaze followed around the room, all of the furniture built to hold someone secure in it. Not only securely bound, but helpless and exposed. "YYessss, this is what I want."

"You're a very beautiful girl. What should I call you?"

"Donna. Thank you." She clenched her thighs and her inner pussy muscles, feeling the dampness. She finally got enough nerve to say it. "I want to be bound." It didn't come out exactly the way she expected it.

"A lovely girl like you, I'm sure that your boyfriend would love to accommodate your desires." Any man would tie her up in a heartbeat.

"I don't have a steady boyfriend, and it's not as easy as you think. Most men I date would be startled by such a request, even shocked. They would think that I was setting them up for a lawsuit or have them arrested for rape. While they would secretly dream of such a thing, they would not act on their desires."

"Yes, I could see that it might be a problem. But why me?"

"One of your satisfied girls told me of your penchant for bondage. The furniture in this room says that there is more than one satisfied girl." Donna could already feel the leather straps around her arms and legs and see Tyler over her, slowly spreading her naked body open for him.

"Did she also tell you that it's not just bondage? I love a girl bound, but I enjoy stripping her naked. Once helpless, I enjoy the pleasure she will give me, willingly or unwillingly."

"She didn't say that, but that is what I am looking for." At thirty-two, Donna had slept with a number of men but had never taken a man in her mouth, though she did enjoy when a man went down on her. That was different, a man's cock was too big for a girl's mouth, and they would want to cum in her mouth, a thought that revolted her. She never thought that he might want to take her in the mouth and relieve his lust down into her belly. She knew if she were bound, she couldn't deny him anything.

"Do you know what BDSM stands for, Donna?"

"Bondage and S&M."

"And S&M?"

"Sadism and masochism."

"That is those who get sexual satisfaction from inflicting pain or those that get it from receiving pain. Can you guess which one I am?" Tyler's cock thickened at the prospects for this girl.

"Sadist."

"That would make you what?"

"Masochistic?"

"It's not a question, Donna. It's a lifestyle choice. Is that something you considered with your request to be bound?"

Donna had thought about it, but it was more of an afterthought, not a serious consideration. She didn't know what to say.

"Pain while sexually aroused is different. Many girls find that it is arousing; some even have orgasms from it." Tyler could see her mind pondering it.

"Yes."

"Yes what, Donna?

"I want to be bound and you can do anything you want to me." She said it, her heart racing a mile a minute, her panties wet with the thoughts of what she just consented to. "Will you do it?"

"It's not that clear and concise, Donna. Do you realize that it will not be just me? There will be others, sometimes at the same time."

"I thought it was just you." She never considered other men, more than one man at a time. What would they want to do to me?

"I take pictures, Donna; that is my passion. You would have to consent for me to photograph you during our intimate sessions. You would receive royalties from the pictures, but I would control where they are used. A lovely girl like you, I don't think I could stop from taking part in the pleasure of your body, but it would be others that would put you through your paces." He saw the look of hesitation in her eyes when he mentioned photographs. "Many girls find it very exciting to know that others have seen them naked and spread in my pictures. You walk down the street and when a man looks at you, you're forever wondering what is in his head. Has he seen you and was dreaming it was him doing those things to you?"

"All your girls are photographed like that?" She bit on her lips.

"The sign over the door says photographs, Donna."

"Yes, I consent to you taking pictures." She relented, reluctantly. She could imagine what the pictures would be like.

"There is one more condition. This isn't like a husband and wife tying each other up. There is no safe word. Once you start one of the sessions, you will have no choice in the matter until we are finished with you. Your only choice is whether you want to come back again." Many times, she will find herself unable to say anything, Tyler employing a large number of gags.

She would be starting something she knew little about and not be able to stop it. She would have to endure whatever they wanted to do to her, and Tyler would be capturing it with his camera. "I agree."

"Let me make a call, and then we can do some preliminaries to see what I will have to work with. I will give you until Friday to contemplate your decision. Three PM on Friday. Be prompt, I do love to punish naughty girls." Tyler took out his cell and pushed the button. It took only a second before he answered. "Biff, you got a minute to come over. I have this lovely girl for you to see. Okay, see you in a couple of minutes." He hung up the phone.

"Who's Biff?"

"A friend of mine. He's working just around the corner. I told you I like to have other men here. I use humiliation to my advantage. You will find that it can become very arousing to have to perform in front of others."

Tyler heard the door opening, Biff having a key. "Back here, Biff."

"Yes, she certainly is a lovely girl, Tyler." She was standing in one of his bondage rooms, so this was not a new girl that had to be coaxed. She wasn't as beautiful as Brittany; but still had a lovely body.

"This is Donna. She is coming to me for some training on Friday, but I want to make sure that her heart is really in it. Have a seat, while I see the true inclination of this lovely girl." Biff sat down in the large wooden chair facing Tyler and Donna.

Tyler stood in front of Donna. His hand went up to her face, gently brushing the hair from her eyes. "Such smooth skin." She jumped when he first touched her, but her hands fell limply to her side. He caressed her skin, his finger moving close to her mouth. She had a full set of lips, his cock hard at the thought of them caressing his cock. His finger moved around her lips in ever-widening circles. Her lips began to part, his finger taking advantage of it and slipping through her wet, silky lips. "You have a lovely mouth, Donna." His finger ventured further into her mouth, rubbing over the top of her teeth, feeling her lips closing around his finger as it moved. His finger moved deeper into her mouth, rubbing her gums and the tip of his finger searching out her tongue. "Open your mouth." Her lips opened reluctantly, hard for a girl to get used to have a strange man's fingers in your mouth. "Wider," two fingers going into her mouth, seizing her tongue. Her eyes lit up wide when he gripped the slippery tongue and pulled on it until it slipped through her lips. He tilted her head back, able to see all the way into her mouth. It would be very accommodating for a cock. He released her tongue, but his fingers sank back into her mouth, deeper this time. He pushed to the back until he was rewarded with what he was searching for.

"GGGLLGGH!" She choked when the fingers pushed to the back of her mouth and tried to enter her throat. It was bad enough to have a man's fingers exploring her mouth, her jaw hurting from keeping her mouth open so wide, saliva running down her chin when she couldn't shut her lips to stop it from dripping. His fingers were everywhere in her mouth, touching every nook and cranny. It wasn't lost on her that his fingers were doing just what a man would do with his cock. She finally felt relief when he pulled his hand and fingers from her mouth.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before, Donna?" He already knew the answer from the way she responded to his probing fingers.

"Noooo." She stood there, expecting him to say something, but he didn't. Instead, she watched as his hand slid up her side and cradled one of her breasts. It was almost natural for him to do it and natural for her to let him. She looked over at Biff staring at her and Tyler as she was openly fondled. It felt strange for one man to be feeling her up and the other watch her. A perverse scene filled her head with strange thoughts. Tyler's hand went from cradling her breast to more demanding. She looked down at his large hand as it captured her breast and squeezed it. Her nipple began to harden instantly beneath the touch of his hand. His other hand went up, capturing her other breast, squeezing them both as though they were ripe fruit, but all Donna felt was the increasing arousal in her hardening nipple.

She had nice firm breasts, his hands crushing the flesh beneath his powerful fingers. He could feel her nipples beneath his touch, perking up even under the harshness of his hands. Tyler loved the feel of a girl's breast beneath a soft sweater, enjoying the delightful tactile touch. He released her breasts, seeing her nipples shamefully sticking out in sharp points. "Pull your sweater above your bra."

She had never undressed in front of two men before, but she pulled her sweater up until her bra was revealed. She held it up as she watched and felt Tyler's hands return to fondling her breasts. Her bra was cut low, his hands pushing up until her naked breasts almost leaped from of the bra. She never felt such demanding hands on her breasts, all the other men usually caressing them softly.

"Pull the sweater off and then the bra. Show Biff those lovely tits, Donna."

She did as he ordered, pulling the sweater over her head, throwing it on the floor. She looked over at Biff as she reached behind and unsnapped her bra. Her fingers were trembling as she did; both men looking down at her chest as she slowly pulled the bra off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell uselessly at her feet. Her hands clenched into fists at her side, as she stood before both men, naked to her waist. Her nipples stood out like hard rocks, the gentle breeze feeling as if they were being touched harshly, the slightest provocation sending tremors of pleasure to her body. Donna never felt so excited, two men staring at her half-naked body while she posed for them lewdly. She could only imagine what it would be like when she was naked and bound in front of strange men and forced to perform sexually for them.

"EEEHHH," she cried out softly when Tyler's fingers touched the tips of her nipples with the slightest of touches. She could feel her nipples swell up as if they were trying to reach out to his fingers. His hard fingernails scratched across them, a river of juices flooding her pussy. She arched her back, thrusting out her breasts brazenly for his touch, but he pulled back each time, teasing her, making her beg.

Donna had a hot body and a spirit to match. She was trying to thrust her tits into his hands, but Tyler made her beg, pulling away with just a light touch, forcing her to arch her back more until her nipples were almost pointing to the ceiling. He suddenly grabbed both of her nipples between his fingertips and squeezed them, crushing the rubbery flesh in his viselike grip. He could feel the blood pounding beneath his cruel touch.

"AAGGGG." Donna's hands struggled not to push away the crushing grip of Tyler's fingers on her nipples. It felt like they were being crushed by a pair of pliers. The pain laced through her breasts, but she stood there submissively, looking down to see his fingers twisting her beautiful nipples until the flesh was gnarled. He released them, Donna looking down, surprised that they were harder than she had ever seen them. They throbbed, but it wasn't pain that she was feeling. Is this what Tyler meant when he said while sexually aroused, pain was different? I should be running away. Instead, I wish he would do it again.

Tyler could see it in her eyes. She was surprised by what she was feeling. He would find out how aroused she really was. His hand hooked into the waistband of her jeans, pulling it out as his fingers opened the metal button. With one hand holding the top, his fingers slid the zipper down slowly as he stared into her eyes.

The zipper sounded so loud or was it just her imagination. A man was pulling it down, and she could only imagine what would come next. She felt the damp arousal in her panties, and he would soon know of her shame.

Tyler looked at her panties as they were revealed. He could already tell that she shaved her bush, not a bulge in her panties. He liked that, more revealing when she was spread for him. He stared into her eyes as his hand slid into her jeans and down the front of her panties. He was rewarded with wetness. "It seems that our Donna loves this. I can feel her wetness through her panties." He squeezed her pussy lips, feeling the shaved flesh of her puffy lips.

She couldn't say anything, unable to deny the truth that he found in her panties. To make matters worse, his hand was squeezing her pussy, feeling like he was wringing the wetness from her increasingly aroused pussy. She shifted her legs slightly, hoping to give him greater access to her pussy in her tight jeans without seeming too blatant.

He could feel her gently rocking her hips as his fingers gripped her wet pussy and squeezed her lips. He liked the way she was responding. He released her lips, but one finger slid in her slit, pushing her damp panties into the hot, moistness of her inner pussy. She could barely stand still as he rubbed her erotically. He finally pulled his hand from her pants, putting his wet finger to his nose and inhaled deeply. "You smell good, Donna."

He turned her around; at least she wouldn't have to look at them, her face red from the shame of him sniffing his wet finger. She felt his hands on her jeans again, this time pushing the tight-fitting jeans over her hips. She felt like a little girl, her jeans below her panties. His hands slid over her buttocks, her cheeks clenching reflexively from his touch. She was shocked when his hot hand slid into her panties and clenched onto her bare cheek, squeezing it hard as she struggled with the uncontrollable clenching of her buttocks.

"Nice ass, Donna." He felt the way her cheeks clenched tight, knowing the answer before he asked it, but he wanted her to realize the possibilities. He forced his finger into her sweat-drenched crack until the tip of his finger was poised on her clenching anus. He heard her gasp when he touched her so intimately. "How about here, Donna? Ever let a man inside your ass?" He pressed with his fingers, feeling her muscles fighting to keep him out.

She couldn't believe it, his finger between her cheeks and sitting on her anus. It was too shameful; no man had ever touched her there. Why would he want to do such a thing? She couldn't control her own muscles as his finger pressed against the resisting hole, refusing to let it enter such an intimate portal. It wasn't built to be penetrated in such a manner. "No, Never!"

"Many men find such delight in a tight ass hole, Donna. It's different from a pussy, a different feeling, longer, able to take any size man inside, though not without considerable stretching. A girl could take two men, even three at one time. Have you ever thought of all that cock in your body at one time, Donna? One in your pussy, the other in your ass, while your mouth is stuffed with another man's thickness. You would be required to pleasure them all at the same time, until they filled you with gallons of cum." He felt the first surrender of her ass hole, the tip of his finger working its way past the resisting anal ring.

She couldn't stand still as the finger wormed its way into her rectum. It didn't hurt, just humiliating to have a man's finger inside her anus. Her mind raced with the image he described, three men in her, her mouth, ass and pussy stuffed with hard, throbbing cock that all demanded their pleasure. She was afraid, yet at the same time, she wished his other hand would slide back into her panties in the front and rub her slit. She couldn't say a word.

Tyler pulled his finger from her ass hole, though he could feel her muscles clinging to it as though she didn't want it to go. He stood back from her as he turned her around to face Biff again. He nodded to him, Biff getting up quickly to rush over.

She stood there as Biff took liberties with her body, starting with her breasts and nipples, rubbing them until they swelled in pleasure. His hand slid into her panties, but not before he pulled the waistband out so he could see her bald, naked pussy. His fat finger wormed up and down her slit, running up until she shuddered when he found her clit, hard and aroused. He pushed up against her until she could feel his throbbing cock against her, his hands going around her back. He pulled her panties down so he could grab her naked cheeks as he masturbated his cock back and forth against her pussy. He pulled apart her cheeks until she trembled in fear that his finger would do as Tyler's had done and penetrate her anus. He stopped as suddenly as he started, stepping back, the front of his pants bulging with his aroused cock.

"You may get dressed. I will see you Friday at three. We will be waiting for you, but not for long. It is your decision." Tyler dismissed her.

Donna dressed hurriedly, nodding goodbye to both men, her lips parched, unable to say anything. She rushed home, stripping off her clothes before she even got to the bedroom. She lay naked on the bed, spreading her legs to the far corners as though she were instructed so they could tie her spread-eagle. She masturbated to the image of Tyler and Biff molesting her, stripping her, penetrating her as she stood submissively for them. She came repeatedly, each time still not satisfied, as though she were looking for something else. After three orgasms, she stopped, though her lust was still not quenched.





Chapter Two of Part III Donna

Performing for the Men

Friday couldn't come fast enough for Donna. No matter how much she masturbated, she still never felt the release she was seeking. It was as though she could no longer satisfy herself. She needed someone else to do it, and it looked like it would be Tyler and his friends. She feared it as much as she wished for it.

Tyler was sure that she would come on Friday, though he was not so assured that she would come back a second time. She was entering a complete unknown, and Tyler was not the type to let her off easy. His friends were waiting in the back room for her to arrive. For this time, he brought some of his older friends. This would be more of a watch and see her perform. He saw her coming, walking fast as she looked nervously at her watch. The door opened just at the stroke of 3 P.M. She was punctual. "Glad to see you, Donna." He took in her body, clad in a short, black skirt and a white sweater. Both of them clung ravishingly to her body. Her nipples were already peeking out from beneath the sweater.

"TTThank you," she stammered nervously as he eyed her lewdly, already imagining what he would do to her.

"Step into the back, Donna. The others are waiting for you." He led her back into the same room, opening the door for her to enter first.

She couldn't help but see the men, not what she had expected. There were four of them, not one under fifty, one even looking to be about sixty. She was expecting men more her own age or at least Tyler's age. They weren't ugly or unattractive, just not young. The next thing she saw was a bed, though it was a little strange. It wasn't completely horizontal, more on a slight angle, the large mirror over it reflecting back the bed. Whoever was lying on the bed would be on complete display, and she knew it was to be her that would be put on display. Then she remembered that Tyler enjoyed humiliation. The door slammed behind Tyler, Donna trapped in the room. There would be no backing out until they were finished with her.

"This is Donna," Tyler announced to the others in the room. "She is thirty-two, a very beautiful girl with a lovely body that we are going to see today. Why don't you strip off your clothes for us, Donna?"

It happened so fast, one minute she was walking into the room, the next she was ordered to strip naked in front of a group of strange men. She saw Tyler pick up his camera, Donna having something new to contend with. He would be photographing her as she stripped naked. She began, turning to the men as she slowly pulled the sweater over her head, stretching her arms out when she threw it off, seeing her breasts push out her bra. She felt the familiar wetness between her legs, wondering if it were stripping naked in front of strangers that excited her so much. Her skirt was the next to fall, one button and a zipper before it fell to the floor in a puddle. She stood there in her scanty bra and tight panties, both bought for this occasion. If she were going to strip naked, she was going to do it looking good.

"Turn around, show everyone that lovely ass." Tyler was snapping away with his camera. She was very photographic, especially as she stripped off her clothes. She had a sexy, naughty look on her face that showed up well on film.

Donna stood there for a few moments, brushing her hair from her face, trying to gain her composure. She couldn't delay it any longer, using one hand on the front of her bra to hold it in place; the other hand slid the two straps off her shoulders. She turned sideways as she reached back and unsnapped the bra with a deft flick of her fingers. While still holding it over her breasts, she pulled the bra off. She bent over the table near her and put the bra on it, but not before she used both hands to cup her naked breasts from their prying eyes. She teased them with a sexy smile as she felt her nipples bursting out beneath her palms.

"Lower your hands, Donna. Show everyone those lovely tits."

She felt the flush of shame on her body as she lowered her hands, pushing them behind her back as she flashed them her naked breasts. All eyes were on her chest, her nipples growing as if they were enjoying the lewd gazes of the men. She knew the panties were next, her hands finally getting enough nerve to slip into the waistband. She drew them down slowly, feeling the soft, silky panties run erotically over her pussy lips as she drew them down, almost wishing she had never shaved her bush; at least she would have had something hidden. She pushed the panties to her ankles, standing up, realizing how it must have looked when she bent over and her breasts hung down like udders. She stood back up, looking at her mound, clean-shaven, slick and shiny with her desires. It took Tyler a few minutes before he finished taking pictures of her sex. She was afraid of what he would have her do next.

"Turn around and face the wall." He began to snap pictures as soon as her naked ass was revealed. "Put your hands on the wall and step back, bending over as you do," he ordered her. She did as he asked. "Spread your legs wider."

At least they couldn't see her face and her shame as she bent over, spreading her legs for him, turning red as she realized how degrading it must look from behind. It was as though she was being strip searched, Tyler always making her bend deeper, her ass rising up higher, her legs spreading wider. She felt her cheeks parting, knowing that he was capturing her virgin ass for the camera. She was almost bent parallel to the ground when he finally let her stop.

"Spread your legs very wide, Donna. Show us everything you have from behind."

The camera clicked away incessantly as she spread her legs so wide that her crotch ached. She felt Tyler come closer, almost between her legs, capturing her hanging breasts and the flush on her face from her shameful exhibition.

"Very nice, Donna. The camera is capturing the light glistening off your juices. I can see your ass hole, but I want to see it better. Reach back with your two hands and peel your cheeks apart as far as you can."

Donna never felt as much shame as she did now. Her fingers gripped her cheeks tightly and she slowly stretched them apart. No one had ever seen her this way before. She could feel her cheeks parting wider, the air in the room blowing between her cheeks and on her exposed anus. There was a strange tug on her anus, knowing it was opening, but her fingers continued to peel back her cheeks until she felt the cool air of the room blowing in her open anal ring and her pussy. She kept the humiliating position while Tyler snapped away with the camera. She never expected it to be anything like this.

"Now your pussy, Donna. Reach between your legs and open up your pussy with your fingers. Show us how wet you are."

At least her cheeks could snap shut, her buttock muscles clamping together to hide the shameful pose. She reached between her legs, Donna surprised at how wet her pussy was. She could barely grip her lips, the shorn flesh oily with her juices. She might be humiliated by what Tyler was making her do, but it was exciting her nonetheless.

"That's it, Donna. Stroke your slit with your fingers. We can see you enjoying this." Tyler kneeled down so he could get close-ups of her pussy as well as her face looking back between her legs.

It did feel good, too good as she stroked her slit, feeling the juices flowing freely. All eyes were on her and she was shamelessly stroking her pussy as if she were masturbating for them.

"You can stand up now, Donna. You're a good girl."

She turned to face the men, her eyes down to keep from looking at them directly. Finally, she had to look at them, her face flushed in humiliation. She stood facing them naked, afraid of what was next.

A pillow had been placed on the strange bed. She walked over to it before his voice had finished the command.

"Lie on the bed, Donna. On your back."

She climbed onto the bed, seeing her naked body reflected back from the angled mirrors above her, knowing the men got a better glimpse from their angle. She put one hand over her breasts, her legs drawn up and her thighs tightly clamped together. She brushed the hair from her face.

"Spread your legs, Donna."

She tried, but each time her knees parted, they would snap together again, Donna forced to spread them once again. It took all of her willpower, closing her eyes as she spread her legs shamelessly, her ass rising up slightly as she did. She couldn't open her eyes, afraid of seeing in the mirrors what the men were seeing now.

"Open your eyes, Donna. We want to watch you masturbate."

Her eyes opened up wide in shock at the request. Masturbation was something she did in the privacy of her own bed, with no one watching. She looked up in the mirror, her pussy all spread out for them, her lips pulled apart by the wide spread of her legs, the shameful juices showing her arousal. Her fingers moved between her legs automatically, finding her wetness humiliating, but the more she touched her pussy, the wetter she grew as the humiliating experience of masturbating for them increased her arousal. She found her clit, swollen and pounding with blood, rubbing it with one finger as another found her slit and ran up and down the drenched flesh. She peeled her lips open wider, knowing she was showing more of her intimate body, but she was becoming heated, even with Tyler capturing every shameful minute of it. Was this what it was like to be an exhibitionist? Her fingers flew faster, no longer caring about the audience that was watching her, only in the heated pleasure that was building in her body.

She looked up to see one of the men standing over her. In his hand was a large, black dildo. She had never seen anything like it before. She had a vibrator that she used, but this was almost eight inches long, shaped like a man's cock, a thick head, the shaft covered with ridges, Donna almost able to feel them teasing at the soft walls of her inner flesh already. He rubbed the dildo over her breasts, teasing the tips into hardened buds as the rough ridges ran over them. Her fingers moved on her pussy faster, clenching her legs together to trap her hands. The dildo slid over her belly, her legs opening up wider as it ran over the top of her mound.

"Take it, Donna. Fuck yourself with it."

She grabbed the rubber dildo in one hand, feeling hard and long it was. It was a monster. One hand went to her nipple, pinching it; Donna always enjoyed the way a little bit of pain in her nipples aroused her. She nudged the end of the dildo between her lips, finding her pussy, spreading her legs wider as she began to push with the hard, unyielding dildo as it began to enter her. Her legs rose up in the air as her insides were forced around the thick dildo. It was stretching her, much more than a man's cock, more demanding. She began to push it in then out, just like a man, each time her pussy spreading around the thick head and part of the shaft. She could feel the thick ridges stretching the elastic walls of her pussy, her breathing becoming ragged as she felt the enormous pleasure that the dildo was bringing her. She pushed in deeper; her hand fucking it in and out rhythmically, her pussy gripping it like it was a lover. She yanked on her nipple, stretching it until it ached, her eyes closed as she felt her orgasm approaching. She was going to cum in front of them, adding to the excitement.

"Not yet, Donna. Get on your hands and knees. Ass back." Tyler wasn't ready for her to cum yet.

She pulled the dildo out of her pussy reluctantly, seeing the black monster covered with a satin sheet of her juices. She turned over, rising up to her knees, her thighs still together. She looked over her shoulder as Tyler continued to take pictures.

"Spread your legs for us, Donna." He clicked away as her legs spread ever so slowly, inch by tantalizing inch of her pussy and ass hole revealed to his peering camera lens. "Wider, much wider," he urged her on.

She wanted the dildo inside her again, spreading her legs for him so willingly, knowing that she was putting all on display. She finally heard the words.

"Fuck yourself again."

She reached back with the dildo, nudging it against her pussy, her ass rising up as it slowly began to penetrate her. "MMMM," she couldn't contain her arousal as the dildo slowly spread her open as she penetrated herself on it. She immediately began to fuck it back in and out, this time her hips moving, her ass wagging in the air as if she were being fucked from behind. She was back to where she was when he stopped in her in minutes, her insides clinging to the fake cock with her gentle contractions as if she were milking her lover of his cum. She couldn't believe how good it felt. It was so much bigger than her vibrator, filling her as only a man could do. She couldn't stay still, the dildo moving in her hand so fast. "EEEHH, EEEWW," she cried out as the pleasure in her body mounted. She shoved the dildo in deeper, punching it back against her cervix as if a man was fucking her too hard.

"Cum for us, Donna." Tyler was catching great pictures of her masturbating. She was oblivious to the camera, intent only on her pleasure.

That was all she needed, fucking the dildo in hard one last time. She turned on her side, her legs together, trapping the fat dildo inside her as her muscles went to work on clenching tightly onto it. "AAAAWWWW," she came loudly, feeling her juices flooding the fake cock, her hand starting to move it in and out again. She turned over on her back again, facing Tyler and his camera as he snapped picture after picture of her pussy wetting the black dildo with her abundant juices as she came. She looked up at the picture of her naked, cumming body in the mirrors, turning to see the men watching her and she came harder than she ever did. She was exhausted by the time she finished, releasing the dildo from her hand, using her pussy muscles to force it out until it fell on the bed between her legs.

Tyler put the camera down for a minute so he could pick up a vibrator, though he was sure that it wasn't like anything she had ever seen or used before. "Open your mouth."

Donna saw it in his hand, but her mouth was already opening by the time it came close to her lips. It was a vibrator, but he had a curved shaft, barely a half inch across, not very formidable. What was formidable was the end that was slipping through her lips now, a bulb-like protrusion that was between a large grape and a ping pong ball, though not quite round. It was more oblong. The shaft shrunk back down, but then another protrusion stuck up, this one more like a small grape. Two more like it went down the shaft. Donna couldn't imagine the feeling of having the protrusions opening her up and snapping shut on each one as it passed inside her pussy. She tasted the plastic of the vibrator, her lips closing on the largest bulb as Tyler slid it deeper into her mouth.

"Use your tongue to get it good and wet."

Her tongue worked over the first bulb until it slipped through her lips. It took only a second before the second, smaller bulb forced her lips to open, passing through into her mouth, the thickest bulb sliding over her tongue and heading for the back of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the bulbs, Tyler sliding it back and forth until a third bulb entered her mouth with the other two. Her mouth was filled with spit, her lips trying to clench on it tight to keep it from going any farther, the largest bulb feeling so large as it banged against the back of her mouth and blocked the entrance to her throat. "GGGLUGGHH," she gagged, thankful that Tyler stopped, but the three bulbs began to slide from her mouth, the spit-drenched bulbs dripping down her chin as they slipped through her open lips.

"One more time, get it real wet."

Tyler pushed it into her mouth for a second time, the largest bulb feeling like a giant ball as it slid through her lips and over her tongue. She lashed at it as the smaller bulbs followed it until she gagged one more time, tears running down her cheeks. Is this what it would be like to suck a man's cock? She couldn't imagine taking anything that big in her mouth and licking it as if she enjoyed it. He finally pulled it from her mouth, Donna looking at the strange vibrator, glistening with her juices.

"Knees up and spread your legs for us, Donna."

It was hard for her to do it, her body already satisfied, but she did as he ordered, her legs spread, her dripping-wet pussy opened up to him and the strange vibrator. She felt Tyler's hands on her buttocks as if he wanted her to rise up higher. She was confused, but her ass rose up, her legs spreading wider. Then she felt it. His hands slid to her crack, feeling his fingers parting the sweat-drenched crack, tickling her as it slid up until she felt it touching the dampness of her exposed anus.

"NO!" The words came out of her mouth, more in shock and surprise when she felt his finger push against the tight knot of her anus and suddenly pressure its way inside her. Donna bit her lip in silent protest as the finger moved into the darkest recesses of her most intimate hole, moving deeper inside her. She had never felt such a thing before. It didn't hurt, just the painful shame of being probed in such a place just as he had done the other day. Then a worse realization came over her. She had made the vibrator slick. It wasn't for her pussy, it was meant to be pushed up her backside.

Tyler felt the tightness of her ass hole grip his finger, her anal ring stretched tightly around it. He pushed into her rectum, pushing hard against the soft, resisting walls. Her thighs clenched tight, Donna fighting to keep her body from attempting to move away from his probing finger. With one finger snuggled tightly into her ass hole, he rode the vibrator up and down her slit, gathering more of her natural juices.

Donna felt the large bulb of the vibrator slide between her cheeks, thankful for the finger leaving her anus, but her tiny hole refused to close fast enough, the rounded end of the oblong bulb pushed against the slightly agape hole.

Tyler's fingers pulled her cheeks apart, exposing the tiny, wrinkled hole, pushing the vibrator against the dark opening and began to push. Tyler wished he had the camera, seeing her face as her mouth opened up in surprise as the thickest of the bulbs began to have success in penetrating her. Her tight muscles fought the intrusion, but the oblong bulb gently forced her open, her anal ring stretching wider and wider to accommodate the thickest bulge of the bulb.

Donna couldn't control her anal muscles, fighting a losing battle as the round bulb and the force of Tyler's fingers slowly pressed the bulb inside her. She could feel her ring stretching around the thickest part of the first bulb, then her muscles betrayed her, clenching tightly around the bulb, this time the bulb decreasing in size, her muscles gripping it and pulling it inside her. "EEEHHH!" She gasped as the thick bulb filled her rectum, her anal ring snapped shut around the skinny shaft, trapping the bulb inside her like a giant rock. She couldn't breathe, the shock of what was happening to her too hard to grasp.

"BBBBZZZZ!"

It came to life inside her, the thick bulb vibrator. She never felt anything like it. Not only were her insides being vibrated, but the slim shaft was vibrating against her anal ring. The tiny nerve sensors around her anus suddenly came alive. She never expected to have such a feeling in such an ungodly place. Tyler did not stop, Donna feeling the bulb move deeper inside her, feeling the next bulb battering at the entrance of her anus. She felt the gradual stretching as the next bulb began to force open her anal ring to accept it, the larger bulb stretching her intestines open as it drew deeper into her bowels. She never felt so full, the second bulb popping through her anus with urgency, Donna forced to clamp her muscles tight on it, hearing the muffled sound of the vibrator as her anus clamped shut. Tyler didn't wait, the third and final bulb pressuring her anal ring to stretch and suck in the invader.

Tyler watched the vibrator disappear into her ass hole, her tiny hole gripped around the slim shaft while the vibrator buzzed softly inside her. He began to stroke her insides with the vibrator, twisting and turning it, Donna's body beginning to move as her ass hole was stimulated as she never expected. She hissed and panted breathlessly, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.

She never expected such pleasure to come from her backside, but the vibrating bulbs were exciting places so deep inside her that she never knew they existed. She could take the pain of being penetrated by such thick bulbs, but never expected to have to endure the pleasure that they brought. The vibrations felt like electricity turning her guts into uncontrollable spasms as her muscles quivered in raw excitement. "PPLLLEEASSE," she begged, though she knew not what she was begging for. Tyler worked the vibrator in and out of her anus, her ring forced open and closed in rapid succession, her anal muscles gripping it in defiance and pleasure. She was shamed by the muffled buzzing inside her body but excited by the rising torment that it brought inside her. It teased the elastic walls of her guts open, stretched to receive the thick bulb that vibrated incessantly in her guts. Could it make me cum? Without as much as a finger or a cock touching my pussy?

Tyler looked down at her, sweat drenching her hair to her forehead, her eyes pleading for her pleasure, her legs squirming as her buttocks undulated erotically. He pushed the vibrator in her ass hole harder and faster, Donna bucking up and down, her moans of pleasure louder as her orgasm approached.

"Cum for us, Donna."

It was as though she came upon command. Tyler was twisting the vibrator deep inside her, touching her in places that shook her body in pleasure. Her anal ring was opened and closed as the bulbs passed through quickly, sending her trembling muscles into quivering masses of pleasure. Her ass rose up, giving Tyler greater access to her penetrated ass hole, the vibrator moving incessantly inside her as she came. She came from being penetrated in her ass hole. "AAAAAAWWWWW!" She couldn't stop the scream of pleasure that shot from her mouth as she came, came as she never did from her pussy. This was different, a deep pleasure building in her bowels, her muscles worked into a sexual frenzy by the vibrator that teased at her insides. She almost wished it were a cock up her ass so she could feel the hot seed of man filling her backside in shameful joy. Tyler never stopped until her body slumped in exhaustion, her thighs clenched tightly together, trapping the still vibrating bulbs inside her.

He gave her a minute to gain back her normal breathing, picking up the camera when her legs parted and the vibrator stuck out of her ass hole like a sword. "Not your hand. Push it out with your ass muscles."

It took five minutes, five exhausting minutes to push it out. The bulbs were the hardest, clenching all her internal muscles, grunting loudly as she forced each bulb out with sheer willpower. The last one was the hardest. It was a slow, gradual stretching of her anal ring until it finally popped out, her muscles squeezing it out with a loud fart of air that followed, the vibrator buzzing noisily on the bed until the batteries finally ran down. She couldn't get up while the men filed out, each of them staring at her naked body, Donna noticing that each was sporting a giant erection. Tyler was a gentleman, helping her up as she was finally able to move her body. She couldn't say a thing as the shame began to overcome the orgasm that had raced through her body.

"Next Friday, same time, Donna." He wasn't sure if she would come again. "I'll have lots of rope waiting for you." He hoped that would seal the deal.





Chapter Three of Part III Donna

Bound for the First Time

Donna told Alice all about the first time, Donna seeing that Alice was a little jealous of her. Alice obviously has more than an attraction for Tyler, though she never told Donna what she had done with him.

Friday couldn't come quick enough for Donna. She strolled down the street in a short skirt that swayed with the hypnotic movement of her hips, her breasts gently moving beneath the sweater, her bra left at home today. Her nipples already responded to the movement against her sweater in spite of the fact that it was cashmere. She could already feel the dampness between her legs. She was excited at being bound. She only hoped that it would be as exciting as she dreamed it would be.

The door chime rang gently when she walked in, Tyler standing behind the counter waiting for her. She had checked her watch, right on time. She didn't dare defy him, but as she grew more comfortable with this arrangement, she might just show up late and find out what happens to naughty girls.

"Glad to see you, Donna." She took off her coat, her firm, pointed tits sticking out prominently. She wasn't wearing a bra; that was for sure. She didn't need to leave it home; she would be completely naked after only minutes behind the last door. "The others won't be here for a while. I will need some time to get you ready for them."

She grew wetter at what he was hinting at. She followed him into the last room, the center of the room empty except for piles of brown, twisted rope. She could feel it digging into her skin already.

"Take off your clothes, Donna. You won't need them today. I'll prepare you for the men."

Prepare was such a scary and exciting word. What will the men do to me? She saw the way Tyler looked at her as she pulled the sweater over her head, her bare breasts bouncing free. By the time she was unzipping her skirt, she could already see the effect she was having on Tyler, the front of his pants bulging out with a nice erection. Her thong left little to the imagination, stripping it off until she stood naked in front of him. She waited for his instructions.

"Lie on the floor on your belly. Put your arms behind you."

It was cold when her breasts hit the floor, but her pussy was heated in desire. She put her arms behind her back, but Tyler was already kneeling next to her, his hands busy with the first coil of rope. Her arms were crossed behind the middle of her back until her hands were pulled over to the opposite elbow. A rope tied them securely in the middle, Donna feeling for the first time what it felt like when she was roped like an animal. The rope dug into her flesh, the juices flowing from her pussy like a river. Tyler was busy, taking another piece of rope, encircling her body and arms, the first time beneath her breasts, Tyler lifting her up with ease as the rope was twisted time after time until it circled her body at least five times with the thick rope. He took another rope, this time encircling her arms and her upper breasts, six times, her upper chest thick with the rope. She felt the pressure on her breasts as they were crushed between the opposing ropes, her nipples feeling like they would burst. She couldn't move her arms and her fingers were already tingling from being numb. Her breasts felt like they were pounding with blood and compressed so tight they would burst.

Another rope began to encircle her waist, Tyler pulling it tight. She never felt anything that constricting. A second rope went around her hips, at least her hipbones kept it from cutting off the circulation. Tyler went to her legs; this was where Dona began to worry. Will he spread me open so they could do anything that want to me?

Tyler's next rope was tied half way down from her crotch to her knee on both sides; three times, it encircled her flesh until he tied it tightly into a knot. Her ankles were next, secured in such a way that it forced her to keep her legs spread open, the thick rope unyielding.

It wasn't as bad as she had expected. He finished tying her and she could still move fairly easy, though her arms and legs were secured. She looked up when she heard the soft hum of a motor. From the ceiling above her, she hadn't noticed the pulleys that hung down or the ropes that were slowly being lowered to her prone body. She couldn't say anything, too surprised, as Tyler tied the hanging ropes to the rope on her body. The first one tied to the lower rope that was below her breasts, the next one securing the upper one. He went to work on the one encircling her hips, then she found her legs secured. Each leg was tied up to its own rope. She waited, her breathing ragged when she heard the first hum of the motors begin. Without so much as a strain, the motors began to pull her body off the floor. The ropes around her tightened as they strained under her hanging weight. Her breasts were flattened between the twin coils of rope, her nipples feeling like they were going to pop as the blood was forced into the very tips. The ropes on her legs were the worst; the twin ropes spread apart, the higher she raised from the ground, the more her legs were forced to part, her ankles bound tightly together, but her knees spreading wider and wider. As the ropes pulled her body off the floor, her legs and hips moved higher, her head hanging down lower. By the time the motors stopped, she was at waist level to Tyler, her legs higher, her head not supported by anything, forced by gravity to fall downward. It was as though she was an animal hung up to be slaughtered. The final degrading act was the red ball gag that was unceremoniously shoved into her mouth. A black strapped cinched it to the back of her head, drool already running down her chin to fall at in puddle beneath her. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to fill her lungs, thankful at least, that the red ball had holes cut into it so she could get some air through her mouth. Her jaws ached from being spread open so wide and forced into the rigid position.

He saw them come into the room, nodding his head to them, but Donna couldn't see them behind her. The two men began to undress. Tyler began to play with his prey, swinging Donna as she danced from the ropes like a marionette. He stroked her face, but his hands moved quickly to her hanging breasts, ripe, dark nipples begging to be touched. His fingers sought them out, first touching them gently, teasing the erotic flesh into hard points of pleasure, but then his fingers began to toy with them harder, abusing them by pinching the sensitive flesh until her body began to buck in the tight bondage but unable to escape the sharp bite of his fingers. "I like you this way, Donna. Your body is so accessible." He moved down her back and over the sharp rise of her firm buttocks. With her legs spread, she was open and available, his hand slipping between her spread thighs and grabbing her pussy as if it were a bowling ball, her body jerking up when his fingers dug into the tender flesh of her pussy lips. She jerked up as if trying to escape, but each time, gravity and the ropes forced her back down into his waiting hand. He enjoyed the way her body responded. He stepped back, seeing the two men were ready, thick, long cocks jutting out in front of them. "Give me a second to get my camera ready."

Donna couldn't see them, but she felt their presence. Her pussy was flooding the floor beneath her, Tyler's hands igniting pleasure in her bound body. It was more than she could have expected; the helplessness of her bound, naked body making every touch magnified a hundred times. She watched as Tyler picked up his camera and began to take pictures of her, her mind clouded with what others would soon see of her naked, dangling body. She saw it out of the corner of her eyes, until he came into full view. It shocked her, not what she expected or anticipated. There were two men, not older like the ones last week; these were young, younger than Donna, early twenties she could only guess, but her eyes were drawn to their naked bodies and the long cocks that jutted out, the closest one holding it like a weapon. The other one was fiddling with the strap of the ball gag, Donna thankful when it was pulled from her mouth, gasping as she sucked in air to fill her lungs. She had this fearful dread race through her body. Why did they not want my mouth gagged? A hand grabbed her hair in the back, forcing her head up. The other one came over to her, his hand holding his cock in one hand, grabbing her hair from the other man's hand with his hand. He yanked hard on her hair, feeling like he was tearing the follicles from her head. Her eyes were flooded with tears as she cried out. "EEEWWWW, MMMGGGH!" It happened so fast that she couldn't even react to it. Her mouth was flooded with the flesh of his cock. She never felt any cock as hard as the one that invaded her mouth, the hand on the back of her head holding her submissively still as his hips drove the cock to the back of her mouth with a ruthless thrust of his hips. She couldn't have prepared herself for such a thing, two hands grabbing her head and holding her still as he began to fuck her mouth. Her senses were on overload as she tried to cope with the lewd scene. She never had a man's cock in her mouth, but she would have been willing to try it but not this way. He thrust his cock into her mouth until she gagged when it slammed into the back and tried to breach her throat. She couldn't do a thing but submit; his hips rocking back and forth as the head of his cock began to explore every nook and crevice in her mouth. She could already taste the salty, thick crème that invaded her taste buds. Her lips were stretched tight around the shaft, Donna feeling the bumps and veins on his cock passing back and forth over her silky lips.

"Use your tongue," instructing her. She wasn't very experienced, but a hot, tight mouth was all that he needed to get his pleasure.

He pulled his cock from her mouth, Donna forced to stick out her tongue and lick his spit-covered cock. She could see it up close and personal, the thick, domed head a deep red, the head leaking out his salty precum when her tongue raced over the hole in the tip. She found her mouth penetrated once again, thankful that it wasn't so deep this time. His hand guided her head, Donna nothing but a convenient mouth for his cock. His hips jerked back and forth all the while he forced her head up and down his cock, Donna forced to suck his cock. He turned her head from side to side, the thick head pushing out her cheeks when he did it. She felt a hand between her legs, finding her pussy ruthlessly speared by two fat fingers. It didn't hurt, her pussy drenched, almost welcoming them. He began to finger fuck her in rhythm to the cock in her mouth, Donna finding out firsthand what it was like to service two men at one time. The fingers pushed hard inside her, forcing her bound body almost to bend in two as it forced her ass high up in the air, speared by the masturbating fingers. Suddenly they deserted her, the one in front of her pulling his cock from her mouth but rubbing the head over her lips and painting them with his hot sperm.

"My turn," the other one coming over in front of Donna. He grabbed his cock and aimed it at her lips. He was pleased when she opened her mouth and accepted his cock without any hesitation. It wasn't as though she had a choice.

Instead of grabbing her head, he grabbed her arms, holding his body still while he pulled her onto his cock. "GGGLLLGGHH," the words muffled in her mouth as he drove his cock into her mouth. It hit the back of her mouth, the thick head pushed into the tight crevice of her throat. Her stomach turned over as it breached her throat until she felt the prickly pubic hairs rub up against her lips and tickle her nose. In only a few minutes, she sucked a cock and was now being throat fucked. The other one was behind her, this time Donna feeling a tongue invading her pussy. She could never resist the experienced tongue of a man, and this one knew his way around a girl's pussy. His fingers exposed every private detail to the tongue that licked her intimately.

"GGGLL, MMGGG!" Her mouth was given no leniency, the one in front of her thrusting in and out, her gags and choking spurring him into deeper thrusts into her throat. He would push in deeper, the head of his cock pressured into her tiny throat until it scratched it painfully. Then he did a dance with his hips, pulling out only enough so the head slipped out of her throat, then thrusting back in at a weird angle that forced her to endure the initial penetration of her throat once again. "GGGHH," she choked on the cock. It sank deeper into her throat, feeling like a snake was trying to get into her stomach, her body lurching back and forth as she gagged and choked, unable to stop him from having his way with her mouth. "GGGLLL, MMGGGL, AAGGHH," unable to stop him as her face was pushed into his belly, his pubic hairs forced through her lips and into her mouth alongside the thick cock that filled her. All the while, that tongue was working its magic on her pussy, his lips grasping her pussy lips and sucking them in deep, his teeth biting hard onto her delicate flesh. Her body didn't know how to respond, the pleasure of the tongue offset by the cruelty of the cock that fucked her mouth and throat.

It felt like his cock was in a vise, the muscles of her throat crushing it in its grip, rippling up and down as he used her mouth for his pleasure. He enjoyed the way she gagged, each time her throat opening up a little wider, his hips thrusting more of his cock into the tight confines of her throat. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, a line of spit stretching out from her lips to the head of his cock as he backed away from her face.

"Eha, Eha, Ehhha," sucking in powerful air into her starved lungs. Spit and she didn't want to know what else dripped from her lips and fell to the floor. He pulled up her head, his fingers wiping the drool and spit from her face and pushing it back into her mouth. Her mouth being empty was short-lived, the man grabbing her head with two hands, Donna's mouth opening obediently as his virile cock breached her once again. Her throat was pierced with one thrust, her face pushed into his belly as he buried his long cock into her mouth and throat. She gagged and choked, but all she heard from him was his animalist groans of pleasure. Donna began to feel something else beside the tongue that was exciting her pussy. She was beginning to enjoy being forced to lick and suck his cock, the strong smell of his cum permeating her nose. The cock pushed deeper into her throat, deeper than before, feeling like a sword was entering her stomach.

As he buried his cock into her hot, tight throat, her gag reflexes were like a vibrator racing up and down his cock, milking the cum from his balls. Her mouth opened wider to accommodate him. He was fully embedded in her mouth and throat and he never felt such pleasure from a girl's oral attention before.

He fucked her mouth harder and faster, his hands on the back of her head and throat as he pulled her back and forth on his cock, each time breaching her tight, resisting throat. The other one had two fingers in her drenched pussy, fucking her like the cock in her mouth. Another hand crept up her moist lips until it found her sensitive clit, stirring round and round it as she mewled helplessly on the cock in her mouth. The tongue returned, feeling like a snake, peeling back her bald pussy lips to expose her soft, inner flesh to the touch of the spit-covered tongue. Unwanted pleasure raced through her body as his tongue and lips found her clit, gripping it in the confines of his hot mouth while his tongue lashed out at the throbbing pleasure button. The sound of his obscene slurping sounds filled the room. She would have cum, but the one in her mouth suddenly pulled out, leaving her empty. The one behind her deserted her, moving around until he was in front of her.

"I took care of your pussy with my mouth, do the same with your mouth." He pulled her head up by her hair, her mouth opening wide. Three fingers plunged into her mouth until he heard her gag as they entered her throat. His other hand grabbed one of her hanging tits and dug his fingers into her nipples and the flesh of her breast.

She tasted his dirty fingers in her mouth, forcing her throat open as she gagged on them, feeling like he was trying to reach in her stomach and pull her guts out her mouth. His steel-like fingers dug into her breast while he continued to make her choke on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out, Donna choking as spit drooled from her mouth. He caught the spit and rubbed it all over her face. As before, the long cock of the man impaled her mouth and throat until he held her pinned to his belly. She should have gagged and choked, but instead, she had somehow become accustomed to the long cock, feeling it slide over her tongue and enter her throat. She felt it fill her tight throat, as he began to fuck her face. She tried to suck with her lips, and her tongue tried to work on the shaft, but her mouth was almost filled with too much man meat to do anything but let him have his way with her. She couldn't believe it, but her body trembled with uncontrollable lust, the intensity increasing with each thrust into her plugged throat.

He began to pull all ten inches of cock from her mouth until her sweet lips wrapped around the corona, then thrust back in, bone deep into her throat, rotating his hips until he was rewarded with a powerful gag and her throat opening as she choked on his cock. Ten times, he made her take the full measure of his cock; ten times she choked on his cock.

He finally pulled out of her mouth, her head falling toward the ground as she struggled for air. Her mouth was filled with his precum, thick and salty.

Her relief was short lived, the other one coming around, his hands grabbing her neck as if he were going to choke her, but his cock penetrated her mouth and he began to rabbit punch her mouth with his cock. For twenty minutes, they had worked her mouth over, never without a cock for more than a few seconds. She never expected her first oral encounter to be anything like this. The cock fucked her mouth and throat, his hand under her chin, holding her up submissively so he could use her for his own pleasure. This allowed him to thrust harder and deeper into her mouth. Her mouth opened wide as she choked, giving him greater access to spear her throat with the massive head of his cock. He would give her a number of rapid-fire thrusts into her throat then pull her onto his cock until it felt like it was buried in her stomach. This time there was no let up, her mouth never free of his cock. She knew he was nearly ready to cum, his hips fucking her mouth frantically. She gasped and sputtered on his cock, but she was never free of it.

"Get ready…I'm going to cum in your mouth, Donna." He cried out as he felt his balls ready to ejaculate his cum into her mouth. His body was covered with sweat, Donna's face covered with a slick sheen of drying precum as he rocked his cock back and forth into her throat in the throes of cumming. He pulled his cock from her throat with the sound of a loud pop, leaving it in her mouth as his hand pumped the shaft.

He was masturbating his cock in her mouth. She could at least breathe now, but she had to contend with the inevitable. He was going to cum in her mouth and she knew she would be forced to swallow it all. As much as she expected it, it was nothing like what she thought it would be. Hot, milky cum jetted into her mouth, filling her with copious amounts of thick cum. She had no choice, swallow or choke to death on it, as he came repeatedly. It coated her mouth and gums with a thick, salty cum, but through it all, she felt a deep lust in her heated body that she was ashamed of feeling. Am I feeling a thrill in being forced to swallow his cum?

He pulled his shrinking cock from her lips but not before he made her lick it clean. The other one replaced him within seconds.

She felt his cock shrinking in her mouth, her tongue working over the slick flesh and licking it clean of it's spewed cum. She saw the other one with his hard cock approach her, opening her mouth submissively as he wanted his pleasure in her mouth also. She could feel the warm cum floating in her belly but knew this one would add to it before he was done. He began to fuck her mouth every bit as energetically and cruelly as the other man. She choked and gagged as it penetrated her throat, but by the time he pulled out and masturbated in her mouth, she was submissively keeping her mouth opened wide and her tongue extended. She received his cum, jet after jet flooding her once-virgin mouth, swallowing it over and over. Through it all, the other man was between her legs, four fingers opening up her pussy, hard knuckles rubbing her soft, inner walls with a masochistic pleasure, a mouth sucking and biting at her clit until she couldn't control it any longer. She was shamed by the men, forced to swallow their copious sperm, but now she was experiencing the most mind-numbing climax in her life. All of her unfulfilled lust of this week's masturbation came spilling out of her body as she screamed out her pleasure. "EEEEEEWW, AAAHHH!" Her pussy flooded the fingers as she came, the other man's cock still feeding the contents of his balls into her receptive mouth.

She left the studio, her stomach gurgling from the belly of sperm she was forced to swallow. She refused to rinse out her mouth, the thick cum filling every crevice in her mouth, feeling so wicked and depraved, the taste of their sperm a constant reminder of what they did to her.





Chapter Four of Part III Donna

New Degradation/New Pleasure

Donna was having coffee with Alice, noticing the way she had changed since she met Tyler. He had given her a sparkle in her eye that carried to her body, her clothes accenting her lovely curves instead of hiding them. They had just sat down and Donna took a sip of the hot coffee before she told her story. She had put Alice off until this time, not sure if it was to tease her or a bit of shame at what they had done to her.

"I never sucked a man's cock before, but I figured I would just take it slow, my tongue and lips running over it gradually before I finally took it in my mouth. I always expected to spit it out and finish him off with my hand, refusing to consider letting him spurt in my mouth. It was too disgusting to even contemplate such a thing."

Alice knew all too well that was not the case. Once a man got into a girl's mouth, he became too excited to stop. Men were so perverted, enjoying forcing a girl to take his cock in her throat and his cum in her mouth. For some girls, Alice one of them, that excited them also, forced to perform the most lewd and degrading acts all to please a man and his cock. "I presume you found your expectation was just a fantasy."

"Yes. Tyler had me stripped naked, and then bound me so tight, even my breasts were clamped between twin ropes and crushed them unmercifully. But, that was not the worst. I was hung up like an animal left for slaughter, unable to do anything but swing back and forth. At first, my mouth was stuffed with a ball gag, but Tyler unleashed two men on me, and it was my mouth they wanted. I expected older men, but these were two virile men, barely in their twenties. They both had long, thick cocks that felt like bars of steel." Donna's began to lose her voice already, turning hoarse. "Sorry, but my throat is still raw."

Alice knew all too well what a man's hard cock could do to a tight throat. They would fuck back and forth until it was rubbed raw. Alice could only imagine having to service two men with her mouth. "It doesn't take long to heal, unless you are used again."

"The way I was hung, my mouth almost fell open naturally, unable to hold up my head. I came face to face for the first time with a giant erection sliding over my lips. He entered me in one thrust. Not just my mouth, but also his cock slid to the back of my mouth. I gagged, but he was ready, penetrating my throat as I choked on the thick, rock-hard cock. From that moment forward, my mouth was never without a cock for over an hour except when they changed places. No matter how much I gagged, it only spurred them on. I was constantly pushed into their bellies, their wiry pubic hair rubbing on my lips. They were too powerful for me to resist; my mouth and throat just another tight hole for them to fuck." Donna felt her pussy grow moist as she spoke of the ordeal.

"Did they cum in your mouth?" Alice enjoyed when a man came in her mouth, knowing that she was capable of inciting such a lustful response with her mouth.

"I swallowed gallons of it. When one was in my mouth, the other was between my legs. Tyler had spread me open, fingers finding my pussy, feeling like he was shoving his whole hand inside me as the other plunged his cock into my mouth. They forced me to cum."

Alice knew what they were capable of, enjoying being forced into unwanted orgasms, although she was always humiliated that they had made her perform like a trained animal. "Are you going back again?" Alice already knew the answer. Just like her, the submission to their perverted sexual demands on her body is what drove her back each time, Alice never expecting what new, degrading act they would force her to perform, each act making her cum as she never had before.

"Friday. I don't know what to expect, but that is why I am going back. I wanted to be bound, but what they do to me is more. Much more."

The conversation of sex ended, neither one saying any more. They talked like girlfriends.

"Good luck Friday," all that Alice could say to Donna. She was in for a new journey.

* * * *

Tyler was waiting for Donna, but when she went into the other room, it was filled with the older men from her first visit. There was one more person, Donna surprised that he was holding a camera.

"This is Dominic. He is a friend of mine and an expert photographer. He will be taking the pictures today."

"How come you're not going to do it?" Donna loved the way Tyler captured her on film.

"I cannot resist indulging in that lovely body of yours, Donna." His cock was threatening to burst his zipper, so hard at the thought of what he would do to Donna today and what she would do to him.

He was going to fuck her, Donna instantly excited at the prospect. She was excited the first time when Tyler stripped her naked in front of Biff. The second time, he made her masturbate for the same men that were here today, his hand exciting her each time it touched her in all the special places. She never came so hard that day, each time Tyler urging her to come again, each time his hands finding new places to excite. "Yes, Tyler," she said submissively.

"Take off your clothes so we may begin, Donna. You will be bound again today. I think you will enjoy it, I know I will."

She watched the men's erections grow bigger as she bared her body to them, slowly tantalizing them, but it was Tyler that she teased the most. She even bent over with her back to him as she took off her shoes, spreading her legs slightly so he caught a glimpse of everything she had to offer. He slapped her ass cheeks, one then the other, Donna feeling the delightful sting when his hands left her buttocks. It only made her pussy wetter.

She turned around, her eyes going to his crotch, Tyler naked as she was. He had a magnificent cock, the head distended with blood, almost purple. The shaft was covered with spiraling veins that pounded with blood, veins sticking up, Donna almost able to feel the way they would rub her elastic walls when he fucked her. It was long, almost a foot of cock. It would fill her as no cock had ever filled her before. She welcomed the pain she would feel when he first fucked her, but she would do anything to please him.

"Over here, Donna." Tyler led her over to the center of the room, one of the men coming over to help him.

She didn't understand it when she saw it. There was a table, but it only stuck up about a foot above the floor, five feet long. At the end of the table, about four feet apart, were two large iron clamps, Donna understanding there purpose. They were shaped like shoes. Her feet would be placed in them and secured, leaving her spread wide and available to anything Tyler wanted to do to her. She didn't fight as each foot was raised up onto the low table, feeling the cold steel surround her feet. She felt something tightening, Donna not surprised when her foot was encased tightly, unable to pull it out. Her crotch ached when they grabbed her other foot, spreading her wide, a loud snap of something closing and her other leg was securely bound in the iron clamp. Her legs were spread wide, her cheeks parted and her pussy lips pulled back wide to expose her obscenely to the men. She could feel her juices flowing down the inside of her thighs from the bound excitement.

She looked up when she heard the clanging as two chains were lowered from the ceiling behind her. They were not cuffs that she expected, but arm sleeves. They bent her backward, pushing each arm into the sleeve, her hand popping out the other end. The sleeve was tightened around her arm until she couldn't get loose from it. At the end of each sleeve was a metal bar, her fingers wrapped around it. She pulled on the bar and found her body rising up a bit. She could actually lift her body by pulling on the bar. Her shoulders ached from the position, since the sleeves and the chains that secured them to the ceiling was behind her. Tyler and the other man released her, Donna balanced precariously. She lost her balance when the chains clanged, feeling them lowering down. She had no choice, her body weight pulling her back, but the clamps on her feet kept her legs secured. She found her body lowered to the ground until her ass was the lowest part, only three or four inches from the floor behind her. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her in a helpless position. She tried to pull herself up by the bars. She grunted as her ass rose up about a foot before her own weight stopped her. She settled back down, her ass wagging as it neared the floor under her. She didn't understand, but she knew that Tyler was pleased with her position, his cock longer and harder than before. She tried to turn to see him, but Tyler escaped her view, sensing he was behind her.

Tyler stroked her naked ass cheeks, feeling the muscles of her buttocks clenching tightly as he touched her. He squeezed some of the crème onto his fingertip, using his hand to pull her cheeks further apart until her ass hole was clearly visible. It was so tiny, a brown, wrinkled star in a sea of white flesh. He felt her muscles fighting him, but he was stronger, and she was bound.

Donna shivered in fear when she felt something cold and wet pressed against the opening of her ass. She hadn't expected this, hoping for his cock in her pussy, fearing where it would go now. "OOOHH," she cried out when the finger pushed the cold goo inside her backside. She tried to wiggle, but the finger followed her every movement. She felt her anal ring stretching around the thick finger, moving back and forth, opening her up to something much bigger. She felt another finger forced into her ass hole, squealing in pain as her ring stretched wide around the thick knuckles that passed into her tight rectum. She couldn't stop her ass muscles from trying to force them out, but Tyler had already probed her ass hole before, his fingers stronger than her muscles. She felt his fingers opening up inside her, feeling as if the oblong bulb was inside her once again, but then she felt a thick thumb push some more of the oily goo into her ass hole, her muscles unable to stop him from lubricating her anal tract. Just as suddenly, her ass hole slammed shut when the fingers left her. It took a moment for her muscles to stop clenching uncontrollably, even though the invading fingers were gone.

Tyler lay down on the floor beneath her, his feet sliding under the low table and sticking out the other side. Her body shook in fear when he fisted his cock and it touched the skin of her dangling ass cheeks. "I'm going to fuck your ass, but you'll do all the work."

His cock was too big for her ass hole. "Fuck my pussy, I'll give you a good ride," she promised.

"Maybe later, but first I want that virgin ass hole, Donna. There is such a demand for pictures of bound girls taking a cock up her ass for the first time. Dominic will get such great pictures of your face as you slowly take my cock up your ass hole and the camera will catch every inch of cock that spears through the tight knot of your ass hole."

She pulled herself up a few inches when she felt the hot flesh of his cock on her ass cheeks. "It's too big for my ass hole, you'll tear me open." She felt the relief as she could no longer feel the cock touching her, though the cool goo on her ass hole kept her aware that she was greased and ready for him to sodomize her.

Tyler waited patiently for Donna, holding his cock up straight, poised at her ass hole when she pushed back down. His cock only grew harder as he waited.

She gripped the bar with her fingers so tight, the backward position of her body tiring her quickly as her arms had to take all of her weight. Her sense of accomplishment at escaping the cock quickly went away as the ache in her shoulders became too intense. She began to try to figure out how far she had pulled away from his cock. Was it only a few inches beneath my ass? Could I lower myself down a few inches and get the pressure off my shoulders. Her arms trembled in pain as she slowly began to lower herself down. One, two inches, her ass lowering down behind her. The pain didn't go away, just as hard to keep away from the menacing cock beneath her at this distance. She held her breath as she lowered down some more. Just another inch or two. She still had to be above his cock.

"NOOOO!" She gasped in surprise when the felt the hot, rubbery flesh of Tyler's cock nudging at the tight muscle of her ass hole. She quickly pulled herself away from the invading cock. A tear ran down her cheek as her arms struggled to keep her away.

"Don't you want my cock up your ass hole, Donna? I can't wait to feel your hot, tight intestines clutching on my cock with such a passionate embrace." Tyler's hand ran softly over her ass cheeks, feeling her muscle clenching spastically as he neared the tiny ass hole. His finger found the slick hole, feeling the muscles quivering in fear.

It was a losing battle for Donna. Her arms began to feel like rubber, struggling to keep away from his cock. She shivered when he fingered her anus, but it was hard enough to keep away from his cock, impossible to stay away from his fingers. She had to do something, before her arms gave out and she impaled herself on the cock sticking up beneath her. She could only imagine how it looked, Tyler's hand holding the shaft so it stood up erect, poised to slide into her guts the first chance he had. She hoped that by lowering herself down slowly, it would relieve some of the pain. She knew that the head of his cock would nudge at her anus, but if she were careful, she could relieve the pain before it penetrated her ass hole. She let her body slowly sink down until she felt the head of his cock touching her anus. It was in perfect alignment, the thick head of his cock pushing lightly against the tight knot of muscles that prevented it from entering her. It didn't hurt, just a little uncomfortable and scary. If her arms gave out suddenly, she would find a foot of cock shoved into her guts in a single thrust, sure it would feel like a spear shoved into her intestines.

Tyler made his cock twitch against her ass hole when she touched it, her body jumping, but she settled back down once again, Tyler fighting to shove with his hips and sodomize her. He wanted her to exercise her own demise.

It wasn't so bad, the head not entering her, just an uneasy pressure on her tight ring. The head still had not entered her or even spread her open. Her arms were still aching, Donna hoping that she could lower down another inch without forcing the cock into her ass hole. The muscles in her arms felt like mush, incapable of knowing how much she had to lower herself down without doing any damage. The pressure on his cock was already intense, and when she pushed down just a tiny bit, the corona of his cock nudged through the resisting muscles of her sphincter and began to slide inside. "EEEEEEHHH!" Donna screamed as her anal ring was suddenly forced open, feeling the stretching as the thick domed head pushed inside her. She pulled herself up, feeling her anal ring close tight, the head of his cock popping out. "Don't make me do this," she cried out. "You'll tear me up with that monster." She wanted to be forced to perform perverted acts, but this was different. He was making her do it willingly, his cock waiting patiently for her to tire and fuck her ass hole on his cock. As much as she begged and pleaded, she knew that he wouldn't be happy until she took all of his cock in her ass hole.

Her body was shaking, her strength giving out, his cock would soon feel the tight glove of her guts grip it in its hot blanket. He didn't have to wait long before her ass cheeks began their descent. He held his cock rigid as she lowered her ass down onto his waiting cock. He never saw such a thing, Dominic catching every moment on film.

Her arms gave out, Donna's ass slowly descending down. She felt the hot flesh of his cock hit the target of her ass hole, the grease that lubricated it aided the impalement and forced apart the tight ring of muscle surrounding her virgin ass hole. It slipped slowly inside her, feeling as if a giant log was entering her guts. The vibrator or the fingers were nothing compared to this, the unnatural stretching of her anal ring feeling like something huge was being shoved inside her. Her abdominal muscles clenched uncontrollably from the invasion, trying to force the monstrous cock head out, but the unmerciful hardness of his cock opened her more until she felt the giant head of his cock enter her rectum.

"Take it out; it's too big; it's killing me." She cried out desperately as she felt the cock come alive in her rectum, twitching and jerking against the soft muscles that tried to push it out. She jerked up off of the cock, feeling her anal ring snap shut as the cock slipped out, her arms pulling her ass off of the sodomizing cock. It only took a second before a spasm hit one shoulder, the muscle in her arm giving out, her body lowered quickly. "OOOH, NNNNOO!" She cried out when her ass hole was pierced with his cock once again. Her anal ring screamed in pain, her insides stretched as another inch of cock followed the giant corona into her rectum. It felt like a giant rock inside her, but this one was alive and twitching in pleasure. Not even the lubrication could sooth the way for the giant cock that filled her ass hole.

Tyler couldn't contain the contractions of his cock as her ass hole slipped over the head and sank into the hottest, tightest ass hole he ever felt. Even with the goo lubricating her, it felt like her hot guts were skinning his cock, the friction burning as she sank down on his erection. Her body was covered in sweat, her muscles trembling as she tried to keep his cock from her ass hole. He looked down as the tight, little hole spread around his shaft like a tight rubber band stretched wide. Yet, he still had at least eight inches of cock outside, sticking out of her ass hole like a giant pole.

She tried to lift herself away from the cock, but it only slipped an inch, her ass hole still gripping the head before her arms could no longer hold her up. She felt her body slip down and the torturing agony as the cock slipped through her stretched anal ring. "GGGGOOOD NNNNOOOO!" She never felt so stretched out of shape, the thick shaft of his cock keeping her anal ring pulled wide, burning as the cock slid deeper into her guts. She couldn't believe how hard his cock was. It was flesh, but in her ass, it felt like a bar of steel. She tried to pull off of the cock, but her arms refused to respond, the slightest movement making the cock hurt worse. She could do nothing but hang there, impaled on the monstrous cock in her guts. Her own weight was her worst enemy; even still, inch after inch was slowly forced into her guts. It felt like it was coming out her stomach, her belly churning, her muscles painfully trying to force his cock from her ass hole. She could only wait, her body trembling in pain as she slid down on the largest cock she ever felt. Not in her pussy, but shoved up her ass like a giant spear.

Tyler never felt such pleasure. Donna had lost her strength, her ass hole slowly and delightfully sucking his cock into the hidden depths of her intestines while he lay beneath her motionless. He watched as his cock was slowly pulled into the hot, tight depths of her ass, her muscles clinging to his flesh, contracting and clenching uncontrollably like thousands of fingers massaging him. Six inches was inside her, four inches still to go. He fought the urge to shove with his hips and impale her quickly, but he enjoyed her whimpering cries as she was forced to take it slowly and painfully up her virgin ass hole.

"Take it some more, Donna. You can't believe the pleasure you are bringing me. A couple more inches and you will have all of me. Then we can get down to some ass fucking."

She shivered when she heard his words. There was more cock still to go. She hoped to feel his pubic hairs on her ass cheeks but her relief was still inches away. She didn't have the strength to pull off or push down on his cock, destined to take his cock with deliberate slowness and painful stretching. It was long minutes before she felt it. Her ass cheeks felt the wiry pubic hairs. Tyler made his cock twitch inside her, stretching her, her stomach cramping around the moving cock. It was as though she just finished a big meal, her guts cramped around a foot of man flesh inside her. Her anal ring had lost all feelings, stretched so far to accommodate the thick shaft. His cock was too long, stretching out her tangled intestines. At least she wouldn't have to do anything.

Tyler nodded to him. "It's time for you to fuck my cock. I want you to rise up and down on my cock, all the way up until the head is trapped by your sphincter. Then slide back down, engulfing my cock with your hot, tight ass hole. Ride me fast and hard until I cum inside you."

"I can't do that, I don't have the strength. Your cock will tear me to ribbons if you fuck me."

With her arms behind her, her bare breasts were unprotected. She saw the man that helped Tyler tie her up with a riding crop in his hands. She hissed in pain as the riding crop slashed across one breast, one hard, vulnerable nipple caught by the punishing leather crop. It felt like a bolt of lightning tore through her nipple, Donna looking down to see if it was still there. It glistened with a drop of blood, swollen in pain. Her arms found the strength, pulling her ass off of his cock until her rectal muscles gripped the head in its tight grasp. He sliced the riding crop across her other nipple, igniting a fierce pain in her chest. She plunged down hard onto the cock, feeling it spread her open from inside, her guts forced around the thick cock that buried deep into her bowels until her stomach cramped onto the invader.

"That's it; make her fuck me with her ass hole." Tyler enjoyed the friction of her tight ass hole on his cock as she began to fuck him.

The riding crop beat her tits each time she tried to slow down. Her arms were exhausted, but each time the crop bit into her nipple with such intense pain; it drove her further to satisfy him. She felt the agony of his cock as it burned her insides. Her ass hole went from empty to full in seconds each time Donna forced to relive the painful stretching of the hard cock. She tried to stop, but the man with the whip continued to punish her disobedience.

"Fuck up and down, Donna. Give Tyler a good ride until he gives you a cum enema."

She felt a change come over her, not sure where or why. The mouth of her ass hole rode up and down the shaft of his cock like a hand jerking him off. Her ass hole began to accept the powerful plunges of his cock into her bowels. The pain was still there, but it was different. She could feel his cock inside her, feeling it jerk and shudder in pleasure that her ass hole was providing. She clenched her inner muscles when she pulled off of his cock with the tired muscles of her arms, relaxing them so his cock would sink down as hard as he wanted, crashing into the darkest depths of her bowels until they cramped around the invader.

"Faster, Donna. I'm ready to cum in your ass. Your ass hole is burning up my cock." Tyler's balls were aching for relief.

She was corn-holing her ass hole with his cock, harder and faster as the riding crop continued to lash at her breasts and nipples. Still, she could think of nothing but pleasing Tyler, and the only way to do that was drain the cum from his balls. She used all her internal muscles, gripping and clenching on his cock as she took a foot of cock with each punishing plunge back down. The tight ring of her ass hole sucked at his cock, her muscles milked the cum from his balls, feeling the head of his cock grow bigger, stretching her deeper.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass hole, Donna. Take it all!"

She never felt anything like it. His thickening cock blasted her guts with sticky, hot cum, his cock shoved up, pushing all the thick cum into her guts. She didn't slow down, fucking him harder, fucking down as it spewed more cum into the deepest depths of her ass hole. It felt like tons of cum was filling her belly, Donna fucking up and down until she felt his cock begin to soften inside her. Even then, she refused to stop, clenching her muscles onto his shrinking cock in hopes of making it erect again. No matter how much she tried, her clenching muscles only succeeding in forcing his cock from her ass hole, a loud fart and a flood of white, milky cum leaking on Tyler beneath her.

They finally released her from the arm sleeves and the iron clamps on her feet. She collapsed on the floor, her body unable to get back up. She saw Tyler standing over her, the man with the camera next to him. She felt the light blocked as Tyler kneeled down beside her until she felt the wet, soft cock rubbing on her cheek. His hand turned her head toward his cock, Donna seeing the wet, soiled cock sitting on her lips. The camera clicked away as she did what she had to, opening up her mouth, accepting the limp flesh of Tyler into her mouth. It was foul tasting, but her lips grasped the dirty shaft and her tongue went about the disgusting job of licking it clean. When she finally spit it out, it was glistening with her spit, Donna's mouth filled with its soiled wetness.

"Let her rest for an hour, and then we can go to work on her again. This time we'll string her up and take her pussy. We'll make her cum so many times she won't be able to walk for a week." Tyler's cock was already stirring, but he would take the camera this time, the other men would enjoy her pussy, but not before they spanked and whipped it. Tyler was sure that she would get off the first time when they spanked her pussy.

When they finished with her, Donna could barely walk. She didn't come back next Friday, but it was only because she was too sore. It took her another week to recuperate, ready to see what new, degrading act Tyler would force her to perform.



