Cutty

No character is or was ever real. No part of the story is a fantasy of the author. No part of this story may be used or posted on a site without expressed permission of the author.

Copyright 2007 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

Chapter 42 - The Shoot

Donna had completely forgotten about the Pictures! Robert had been furious with her. He didn’t want those explicit sex scenes to be viewed by the whole world. Of course; she didn’t want that either. How could Ms Brendan have been so cruel by posting those pictures on the net? Especially as she is satisfied with her efforts?

“And you wanted to do something about that, right?” Ms Brendan took a bottle of champagne and filled two glasses. She looked at Donna intently.

“Yes, Ms Brendan, please…?” Donna begged, knowing that only Ms Brendan could help her now. Ms. Brendan was the one that had hooked her up with the damn phone. She was the one that had arranged for it to be linked to the world wide web. As usual, Ms. Brendan was the one in control. All Donna could do was plead for mercy and Donna knew that was what Ms. Brendan expected from her now.

Ms. Brendan placed a document in front of Donna, or more accurately - just below her exposed vagina - while at the same time offering Donna a glass of champagne.

“We called with the company that's named on this receipt. They're the ones who set up the Internet connection for everyone who bought that special phone in that store.” Ms Brendan explained, "but you are the first one to upload nothing but porn.”

Donna shifted uneasily, sensing another catch was on its way. The receipt had told her nothing, even though her signature was somehow on it. When did they made her sign it? Or were they forging her signature now? And if they were, what else had they used her signature to do? Or make it seem that Donna had done? This was all just too sick to be true.

“Cheers, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan said as she raised her glass of champagne and took a sip. Ms. Brendan acted as if nothing special was going on and Donna hated that. Donna knew Ms Brendan was toying with her, humiliating her. But Donna also knew that she had no choice in the matter; she just had to play along. And so she raised her glass too and took a large sip. Donna could use the alcohol anyway as a way to cope with her feelings and what looked like a hopeless situation.

“We have contacted the Internet provider today to discuss the best way out of this,” Ms Brendan said, “but I have to tell you that they were not at all happy with the way you recklessly loaded their site with your porn. Children visit their sites, you know. As well as parents. They're very angry.”

Donna finished the champagne, trying to see a way out. Fear swept over her as she worried about the implications. If angry parents started to sue her actions would became public and things would get very messy very quickly. They would be ruined and her whole family would be disgraced. The pictures and films showed her having consensual sex. It would be impossible to proof she was forced to do it. If his face was in the pictures, Robert would be involved too and ruined as well as some kind of sex deviant. He would be a laughing stock in the business world; his career over. No, they wouldn’t stand a chance.

Worse, she had to admit to herself that she would be outraged too if someone allowed her daughters to see that kind of filth. She could understand everyone who would sue; she would too, for sure. They would want her arrested and then there would be all those horrible lawsuits. It would be a circus.

“Have another one.” Ms. Brendan poured Donna another champagne. “I see that you understand the trouble you've got yourself in.”

Donna grabbed the new glass and gulped it down. Oh yes, she did. She most certainly understod the terrible trouble that they got her into. She only wondered how they would pull this off without exposing themselves, but knowing them she feared they had thought about that too.

So donna begged again “Please, Ms Brendan, please help me.”

Donna knew that they had already arranged something for her. But she also knew from past experience that if she did not cooperate, did not play her part perfectly, they would make things worse. So Donna had to play along and beg, begging for help from the very ones who had made her so helpless.

“You can help yourself.” Ms. Brendan replied with a faint smile. “We spoke with them and it seems that they aren’t so innocent themselves. The website has an adult section. Since they own the copyright to all pictures posted, whether normal or filthy, they simply moved your pornography to the x-rated section.”

“But others could still see them!” Donna said, as she held out her glass for more tranquilizing champagne. “I want them removed! Please, please, Ms. Brendan, help me.”

Donna had stopped acting; she was honestly terrified. If those pictures got out, her kinky new life style would become public. Donna was under no doubt that Ms. Brendan was evil enough to let that happen. Is that what she really wanted to do?

All Donna could hope for was that Ms. Brendan or the website owners would offer her a way out. A way out she could live with.

Ms. Brendan filled Donna’s glass once more as she continued. “That is a possibility," Ms. Brendan agreed. "You can ask them yourself. But remember; they have the copyrights. You're therefore in a difficult spot. They can ask for a lot of money for your personal pictures.”

Donna took another large sip out of sheer frustration.

“Careful, you’ll get drunk and you’ll need to focus for what you’ll need to do now,” Ms Brendan warned.

Puzzled, Donna looked at Ms. Brendan, who ignored her and started to stroke Donna’s exposed pussy, making Donna still more nervous. Acquiescing, Donna spread her legs widely and let a sexy, leering smile cross her face. The damn training showing itself again.

“They wanted to talk with you. They liked the pictures and hinted that they want some more. That’s why you’re made up like this.” Ms Brendan explained.

Ms. Brendan’s finger trailed Donna's nether lips and then upwards to her navel. Donna felled the itch return again and her vagina getting moist. She took another sip of champagne, trying to distract herself and forget her body’s conditioned reactions.

"They wanted better ones. As a trade, they said. It's straight blackmail if you ask me.” Ms. Brendan continued as she looked at Donna, a sarcastic smile on her lips. “So you’ll call them and try to negotiate a deal with them. Maybe you can pay them off,or maybe you fall into their hands. That's all up to you. But I think you’re capable of arranging a deal that works best for all involved. I wouldn’t have hired you to work for me if I didn’t think you had enough business acumen to deal with complex situations like this.”

Ms Brendan sat back on the couch as she inspected the beautiful creature on display in front of her. “See it as a test. If you get a good deal, if you impress me, it will for sure benefit you in your job… in all of your jobs.”

Donna smiled as she had been trained and posed by jutting her breasts and vagina forward to entice the closely-watching Ms. Brendan. Her mind meanwhile ran in overtime as she tried to cope with the situation at hand. They wanted to blackmail her? They had the rights to her personal pictures? They wanted more pictures of her?

Ms. Brendan let Donna figure out her options for a few moments as she calmly sipped her champagne. Her stern look made sure Donna maintained her sexy pose on the table, increasing Donna’s frustration. The squatting position was starting to hurt. But more annoying was the contradiction of the situation. To pose like a silly bimbo, while having to be the smart business women at the same time. It was so humiliating. And that, Donna knew, was the whole idea behind her situation.

When Ms Brendan had enough of the view, she dialed a number on her cell and gave it to Donna. As the phone rang, she gave Donna her last instructions “As you negotiate with them, Cutty, remember who you really are, remember to impress.”

Donna looked at Ms. Brendan intensely as her words sank in. She knew what Ms. Brendan meant and what it entailed for her.

"All they need to do is remove the pictures from the damn website and break the fucking link to my phone," Donna fumed. "But that won’t be easy with all the rules and constraints given to me. Damn this bitch! Damn my situation!"

“Hello?” A sleepy male voice sounded through the speaker of Ms. Brendan's cell below her, bringing Donna back to the business at hand…

Ms. Brendan gestured for Donna to answer. “... and be polite…”

“Hello, ehmmm, this is Donna Alldring, I called with respect to my pictures that I wanted to have removed from your site,” Donna found herself speaking down to the phone, resting just below her bare vagina.

“Oh yeah, I had asked for you to call me later.” The man continued as he yawned into the phone. “Sorry, but I’ve had a long day…. Ok, so what did you decide?”

“Well, Mr....”

“Ralph Watson.”

“Well, Mr Watson, how about removing the pictures and break off the link with my phone?” Donna cut to the chase, pushing herself to put up her business image. That was rather difficult when she was looking down to the cell phone, seeing her skimpy attire, her painted wet vagina, lips curled outward by Ms. Brendan’s recent fondling.

The voice on the other side laughed.

“Wait a moment… I need to explain myself again, I think,” the man said. “As I told your friends already, those pictures and films are our property. You agreed to that when you signed the contract. We offered you the discount on service and you gave us permission to use any picture or video clip you uploaded as we see fit. It was meant so that we could publicize the pictures our clients post as part of a web ‘culture’ project. Everybody would see each others pictures so they learned more about their own community. We clearly stated that on our web site and on the papers you signed when you bought the phone. You actually violated the rules by posting porn. We have been most displeased with that, to say the least.”

Donna heard the sarcasm in his voice. This was not going to be easy.

“So,” the man continued, “when we heard from your friends about the explicit pictures, we quickly took them and placed them in our adults-only section. Safely away from the younger eyes but still available for adults who want to pay for special content.. We figured it was our right to make money out of them anyway, given the problems you caused for us. And as we hold the copyrights...”

“Now we liked what we saw, even if the quality was not so good overall. And we figure you owe us still because people are threatening to sue us as the result of what you have done. We told your friend we wanted more pictures and film from you. To pay for the upcoming expenses. But this time, we expect real quality; we want you to become one of our featured models. For our MILF section.”

Donna was surprised by the blunt blackmail.

“No way,” she answered “If you blackmail me like this, I’ll go to the police and you’ll spent the rest of your days in jail!”

“Be polite!” Ms. Brendan quietly warned the trapped housewife.

Donna nodded and added a humble “Mr Watson” as she awaited the man’s response. Donna had to keep calm and focus on her options. She shifted a bit to avoid cramping due to her squatting position.

“Together with you, most likely," the man replied to her threat. “as we’ll sue your ass for putting porn on a family web site. We have numerous official complaints that we hope we can pay off with a small amount. But if you sue us for blackmail, we let them sue us, and just give them the proof that you are the sole person responsible. That would make you not only bankrupt for the rest of your life, but would also put you and your husband in prison for showing porn to children. No lady, I wouldn’t advise you to do that.”

“And by the way, you are a big slut anyway. You like to take pictures of yourself; you love to expose yourself. Don’t lie about that, the pictures and movies speak for themselves. You can’t fake that. So we're just offering you a nice way to do what you love to do, just a bit more professionally and for real money.”

“Mr Watson,” Donna tried, “let’s make a deal.”

“The deal, Donna, is you make porn pictures for us on a regular basis, if they sell.” The man interrupted “And if they don’t we’ll sue your ass for the porn you already made and distributed illegally on our site.”

“Well, than you might as well start suing me, Mr Watson,” Donna replied calmly. She was getting the hang of this conversation. “You are offering me nothing that works to my advantage. I propose something different. Something we both can live with.” Donna looked at Ms Brendan and thought about the person that Ms. Brendan expected her to be.

“I am a bit of an exhibitionist, it's true, Mr Watson, and I do want to make pictures. But I want to make them available to a select clientele only.” The smile and nod from Ms Brendan told Donna that she approved of Donna’s reply.

“I was thinking of a private web site - just featuring me - with paying costumers and you taking 10% of the money.”

“Too little, Donna, way too little,” the man replied. “We need at least the amount we’ll be sued for. We won’t pay a dime for that. Apart from that, we need a certain minimal amount a year, or else we won’t make any money off of you. And for that, we need proof. We need to see some truly magnificent pictures of you to seal the deal. Pictures or movies that prove you’ll make us lots of money..”

Donna could understand the request. She gave Ms. Brendan an annoyed look but only for a split second. She couldn’t let Ms. Brendan get mad at her now but the set up was so obvious. This man was just another friend of hers. They were probably laughing at her despite their straight faces. They probably enjoyed her humiliation.. And she couldn’t do anything about it, except going along.

Ms Brendan for her part smiled wickedly and pointed to the Asian girl, who held up a sophisticated camera. Donna looked at the girl, understanding her predicament.

“Well?” The man pushed on.

“I can give you some samples, Mr Watson,” Donna sighed, surrendering to her situation.

“And I want pictures of you fucking and more on a regular basis. Updates twice a week. We need you to make a reasonable turn over and t in our experience that's the bare minimum”

Donna thought about her latest agreement with Ms. Brendan and knew that could pose a problem. “I only do solo shoots, Mr Watson. My husband or any other man won’t be involved. Those pictures you have were meant for our personal use only.”

“Then we can’t reach a deal. I mean .. solo shoots? it is just not kinky enough these days,” the man said. “These days they want to see a MILF like you taken up the ass by a big black man with a fat cock. That kind of picture sells. Big time!”

“No way, Mr Watson,” Donna said decisively. “No man can be involved. We can do some woman-on-woman stuff but that is as far as it goes.”

“Old lesbians don’t sell. Unless you want to involve your daughters. I heard you have two beautiful kids. That would make money for sure and get you out of your financial problems in no time.”

Donna was appalled by how depraved this Ralph Watson was.. To even consider her daughters for these kind of shoots was so despicable. What was even more worrying was that Ms. Brendan had mentioned her daughters to this creep. How else could he have known about her daughters?

Now she again noticed how thorough Ms Brendan and Ninon were in their schemes. They were always steps ahead of her, for example now as she had to agree to whatever filth this creep might come up with. If she didn’t she would be disgraced and financially destroyed. And if she fought them harder, who knew what Ms. Brendan might do? After all, there was still poor Vivian ....

“My daughters are off limits, Mr Watson. Don’t even think about that again.” Donna replied sternly, making sure he understood he had gone too far. “As far as the old lesbians don’t sell. I look great, and I ...” Donna had to think of something quick, something that would sell for sure. “… I can do shots with other women… with some role play… with some submission, you know bondage, S&M, latex, really kinky stuff.”

“That might work,” the man conceded, not sounding too convinced.

“That’s about the best I can do for now,” Donna assured him. “I get a private web site where I can entertain my ‘guests’. With pictures, chat options and slots of goodies. And there will be a S&M theme to keep it hot.”

“How far are you willing to go with the S&M?” the man inquired. “If it's just dressing up and some lame bondage…”

Donna looked at Ms Brendan, who gestured again at the Asian girl, who now sported a whip too, and pulled a bit at her leash.

“I’ll show you in the try-out shoot.” Donna replied, understanding Ms. Brendan's offer. “Don’t you worry, it won’t be lame.”

Donna felt so low again. She was so completely controlled. So easily played with. She was acting precisely as they wanted her to. Donna had followed their path to the letter. She hadn't been able to figure out how to do anything else. Every other option just seemed worse.

“Still, I want our expenses covered. Anything we need to pay because of your illegal porn is your responsibility and will be paid before you make any money. Next, we subtract an fixed amount a year for maintaining the site," the men said. “And that's only if the test pictures and film that I receive from you are great. And I do mean ‘Great’.”

“If the pictures impress you - and they will - I want my private pictures removed,.” Donna bargained.

“Okay,” the man agreed. “Ok, it’s a deal. And when do I get these impressive pictures?”

“ASAP,” Donna answered, again looking at the Asian girl next to her “I’ll work on them right away.”

“I’ll send you our standard contract, with the amounts we discussed. I’ll also send you a liability form in which you claim sole responsibility for the porn pictures and films posted. The contract will include a minimum amount of pictures and films per week, and a proposed schedule for the web-log which you must attend to talk to your clients. Send the signed papers together with the test pictures and movies back to me. If we like them, you’ll get back our signed copy of the contract.”

Donna thought about it. This deal was the best that she was likely to get, given the circumstances. She didn’t have a clue what fair prices were for maintenance of web-sites or, more precisely, porn web-sites. Maybe it was okay but there was no way to know and somehow she doubted that any of it fair.

“Okay, we have a deal,” Donna agreed.

“Then that’s settled. Nice view you’re giving me by the way. I must admit it helped you to make your point.” The man said jokingly as he hung up.

Donna wondered what he meant, until she saw her own cell below her, laying right underneath her. It filmed her wet lips and her ass hovering above it. How long had he been looking at her like that? She turned red with shame, as she understood the man must have thought she had placed it herself. To show him her body, to sell herself as a true hot slut.

“I knew that would help you close the deal, Cutty.” Ms. Brendan said with her ever present evil smile. “And don’t you be shy now. He will see a lot more of you and in much more detail in the coming months.”

Donna hung her head in utter defeat as she measured how much worse things had just become. The Asian girl tugged on Donna's leash, dragging her back into reality. Donna was pulled off the table and made to stand. She trailed behind absentmindedly, her training making sure that she stood at attention automatically.

“Come, let’s do the shoot before we eat.” Ms Brendan said as she got up too.

With that, Donna was pulled to the training room. As they passed the famous wall with pictures, she couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before her picture would also be hanging there. It was clear to her that it would be soon now. She was already going to a photo shoot, and in the coming weeks and months, there would be more, many more pictures taken of her. She looked with fear at the raunchy pictures and smiling faces. How different each woman on the wall looked to her now. Had she first been appalled by the women in the pictures freely exposing their private parts, now she understood what had made them do it. Each and every one of them had probably gone through the same experiences as Donna had. She now could really see through the fake smiles, no matter how vivid they seemed. It was awful! It made the wall a grim view into the dark world Ms Brendan and her peers controlled.

"How long has Ms Brendan been doing this to helpless women?" Donna wondered to herself as she followed the small Asian girl ahead of her. "How many women has she under her control? And how could she ever escape if all these women before her failed?”

The last picture that caught her attention was one of a petite woman, bent over and being taken from behind by an ugly black muscular man. Both were smiling at the camera but the small women was obviously in great discomfort, her pain clear in her distorted face. Still even that picture was hand-signed: “Thank you so much, Ms. Brendan...Sylvie xxx”. Donna could almost feel the humiliation of the poor woman. Forced to be fucked by a big black man, forced to pose for the camera while she was being abused, and than to smile and say thank you...

A very disturbed Donna walked into the gym where everything was already set up for her first, "very own" porn shoot. The next step in her very own downfall.

"We'll start with some pictures of you both fully dressed and work up from there until you're being flogged and fucked by a strap on.” Ms Brendan said matter-of-factly. “That should convince them that you have great potential.”

Donna didn’t know what to say. She knew that she had to do as Ms. Brendan said. And she knew that she needed to impress her new blackmailers. But she also knew that she was about to take a crucial, next step in her submission. Donna was about to expose herself freely as some porn slut to an unknown audience. An unknown but large audience, she feared.

Luckily, the champagne had started to work. The haziness in her head felt good; it was a welcome escape from the harsh reality. Donna smiled, she wanted, needed more champagne!

The Asian girl positioned the slightly dazed Donna in the center of the set and took some lighting measurements. Ms. Brendan busied herself, checking each camera. There was even a digital movie camera, Donna saw. Again the realization of what she was about to do popped into her mind. She wanted to run, wanted to scream, but knew that she wouldn’t do anything of the kind. Donna knew she would expose herself to the world as a kinky sex object. She knew these pictures would soon be seen by strangers. Stranger would even pay to see them, and she was charging them for the privilege. After this session, there would never be a way back to her old life anymore. These pictures, this ‘job’, would haunt her forever.

But to rebel was just not an option. Not now, not with the new threat, the new blackmail. Donna reminded herself that Vivian’s death was only a few days ago. Told herself how cruel these people were. How much her family was in danger. She just didn’t have an answer to their actions now. She had to go along, no matter how much she hated it.

“Now, let’s right in one take, please. Cutty, your make up is perfect. You’re nicely oiled and you’re already wet too. The lightning in this room is perfectly set. I can’t see anything going wrong. Remember we want to impress, so it must look professional. And we don’t have time to touch up the pictures too much, so no smearing of the make-up please. And don’t forget the diamond in your teeth. Lots of smiles, let's see the sparkle. That should look great on film.”

Donna smiled her special smile which she knew exposed the glimmering diamond. She watched the Asian girl walk up to her from the circle of cameras, screens, lighting beams, and pick up the free dangling leash. Donna noticed herself smile meekly at the girl. Noticed herself pose and get ready for the start of the shoot. Her heart beat quickly now; she was extremely nervous.

“Ok, let's begin, shall we? Donna, follow my instructions to the letter and things will be just fine.” When she saw that the two women were ready, Ms. Brendan gave a sharp nod of the head. “Smile!”

Donna automatically did. The Asian girl pulled her leash and looked vicious at the camera; then, at Donna. Donna for her part smiled submissively or just looked scared, following Ms. Brendan's off-screen directions. The room filled with the flashes of the various cameras. The lighting lit her skin and clothes in flattering ways. At times, screens were adjusted so that Donna was illuminated to her best advantage. She was instructed to look straight into different cameras at different times, to perfect her poses, even if ever so slightly, in order to make the pictures come out better.

Some times, the Asian girl walked out of the picture frame to fetch a camera herself in order to take pictures on her own from a close-up angle. From the view point of the dominatrix. The girl didn’t verbally instructed Donna but instead pulled her around by the leash and used the whip as a prod to position Donna the way she wanted. The result was the same every time. Donna perfected each pose until her ‘Mistress’ was satisfied and next the moment was memorized forever in digital pictures.

“I want you to learn how to pose perfectly for a shoot. How to show yourself off at your best. That’s why I’m drilling you so hard, Cutty. If you follow my instructions to the letter, you'll come out at your best on film. You’ll see. With or without clothing.”

And Donna did exactly as instructed. Each pose was repeated a few times so that Donna could practice and learn it by heart. As the shoot progressed, Donna was enthusiastically cheered on by Ms. Brendan and these compliments, together with the alcohol, helped Donna work herself into the right mindset for what she was doing. As her body actively participated and tried hard to please the demanding Ms Brendan, her conscious mind slipped into a kind of trance, watching but not involved.

Some part of her even felt proud as Ms Brendan remarked at how great Donna was doing, how good she looked, how great a pose had came out. It was the same satisfying but terribly conflicted feeling that Donna had felt before whenever Ms. Brendan had pampered her. In a strange way, Donna started to feel really special as the shoot went along. The way Ms Brendan complimented her, the way Donna was the center of the attraction. Every camera, every lens was aimed at her. Donna was constantly talked to, instructed, cheered on, all in a encouraging way. It was wonderful!

Donna recalled how much she had loved having her picture taken when she was younger. In a weird way, what was happening now was her little girl dream come true. If she just could forget that it was a porn flick, masybe she could enjoy all of this fantasic attention to its fullest. And for that matter, this shoot wasn't that bad. Wasn't it still kind of normal? She was still wearing all her clothes. Apart from a few kisses and caresses exchanged between Donna and her Asian Mistress, she could pretend that she was doing a very hot shoot for Robert.

At last they took a break and Donna was led to Ms Brendan outside of the circle of the photo set. The three of them stood together and looked at the results of the shoot so far, projected on the white wall at the back of the large room. It was the first time that Donna really saw herself exposed like this. Before she had never really looked at the previous pictures, finding them disgusting. Above all, she was afraid that she would look old and ugly. The bad quality of those pictures hadn't helped her looks either.

These new pictures were different. For one thing they were very clear. Even blown up on the wall, they were still sharp, very sharp. The close ups of her face showed everything; each eye lash, the texture of her skin, her lips, every detail of her heavy make-up. Her white teeth showed bright and clear. The diamond flashed brightly in several of her smiles. On one, it even sparkled. And that was just her face!

When she saw the sharp pictures of her body, Donna amazed herself. She was gorgeous! Her long legs in the high heels looked even longer; her firm body showed beautifully through the see-through dress. The close-ups of her torso showed her large breasts with each nipple clearly visible through the thin dress. She now understood why they too had been painted; it made them jump out much more clearly on film.

Her oiled skin had a surprisingly dark, beautiful tan in the pictures. The lightning had been perfect, just as Ms Brendan had predicted it would be. The light made her skin look mazingly smooth. The skin treatments had done wonders indeed and ,with the oil, it was just amazing, amazing.

Donna was relieved by the way she looked. No, even better; she was proud. And that feeling increased with each new picture that she saw. Her fears of looking like a tired old hag housewife with sagging breasts and wrinkles had been wrong. Nothing of that in these pictures. The poses she was forced to adopt revealed her as a beautiful creature. Her looks made her actually feel jubilant, especially so as the pictures were just slightly erotic; she was still fully clothed in them. They looked more like glamour pictures, albeit with an edge. You did see a bit more than usual, but it was still acceptable, Donna told herself, according to her. And she just looked marvelous! She just couldn’t get over that. It was such a relief somehow.

"If only my breasts were a little firmer," Donna thought almost unconsciously, looking at another picture flash by. "That would make them look so much better, like they used to."

“Okay, back to work,” Ms. Brendan broke into Donna’s daze. “For a first time, it's not bad. Not bad at all. But now the clothes come off. Cutty, I really need you to get into the act. We need to see a humble slave submitting to her mistress. Forget the cameras, forget your troubles. Just focus on being the sexy slave in the pictures and show off that beautiful body you have. Let the whore inside you come out and take over. We’ll repeat the same poses so you'll already know how to stand. I'm hopeing that we can go much faster through the next set.”

With that, Donna was pulled by the leash back into position and at the same time pulled back to the reality of her situation. She started to panic, knowing that she was about to do something so very wrong. So against her own nature. And so irreversible.

“Stand straight, look at the camera, “ Ms Brendan instructed. “Legs a bit wide, okay, feet a bit inward, not too much… that’s it. Now smile ... friendly, more warmth, ... and now submissively ... that's it ... right at the camera ... as you turn a bit and unzip the back of your dress. “

Donna posed as directed, as the Asian girl caressed her with the whip, guiding her hands to the zipper at the back of the dress. This was the moment that Donna had been dreading. Now, she was going to strip for the world to see and she was forced to smile as she did it! Anyone looking at this movie would see that she was doing this of her own free will. The kinky S&M theme of the movie would explaining the occasional distressed look, if there even was one. It was awful.

And yet, at the same time it wasn’t. Donna knew that she should fight them, that she should feel abused but she didn’t. She had to admit to herself that she was still in shock by the way she looked in the pictures. She was actually eager to see how she would look when naked. She felt herself strangely proud of the thought. How many 40-plus women could pose naked without looking old and ugly?

“…And Cutty…,” Ms Brendan said, catching Donna's attention again. “Remember that you look wonderful. Remember that you should be proud of your body, how fabulous it looks. That’s why I wanted you to be my girlfriend, and I am very picky.”

“Thank you, Ms Brendan, I will,” Donna replied, smiling at the compliment.

"Oh, fuck it all!" Donna told herself. "If I have to do this shoot anyway, I might as well go along and act just the way she wants. Better to go down in glamour then to look like an idiot. If I make some hot porn, at least I'll get paid for it."

“Slowly, let the dress fall slowly off your shoulders,” Ms. Brendan instructed.

The Asian girl placed the whip under Donna’s chin, holding her head up so that Donna couldn’t look down in shame. At the same time, Donna fondled the zipper at the back of her dress and then slowly slipped the dress off her shoulders as she faced the cameras.

Her mind spun insanely between her conflicting feelings. First, Donna felt ashamed and a split second later she was aroused, then dizzy from the alcohol, than annoyed by the hands of the Asian girl grabbing her breast.

But it didn’t stop her from undressing. She still tried hard to focus on the job at hand, tried to ignore any emotion that didn't help, useless feelings of rebellion, doubts, fears, all fellings that would just make things harder for her, make the shoot turn out worse.

“Make sure it doesn’t fall too fast!” Ms. Brendan warned. “And keep looking sexy… now smile at your cruel Asian mistress … Right!!”

Donna’s eyes still filled with tears of sheer humiliation as her dress slowly fell towards the floor, exposing first the cleavage of her breast, then part of the areola, the nipples and finally her whole breasts. She didn’t want to but to show her naked skin in such a blatant and tasteless way just made her cry. It was too emotional for her to fight it.

“Beautiful!!” Ms Brendan said. “Keep those eyes watery, and hold the dress up just beneath your breasts.”

As if Donna had cried on purpose! As if she wanted to be here! Forced, blackmailed into stripping. She, a mother of two, married. How could they?

The Asian girl meanwhile smiled her evil grin and pulled her closer. Her hands explored Donna’s now free breasts still and showed them off to the camera. She let the whip play with the nipples. She even gave Donna a few sharp lashes so that her nipples got harder from the pain. And each ‘ouch’ followed by a forced smile was duly recorded, both in photos and movies.

“Ok, now before we continue dry her eyes before her make-up smears.” Ms Brendan said as she started to review the new set.

The Asian girl fetched some tissues and blotted Donna’s eyes dry. She checked Donna closely and re-did the mascara and black outlines of her eyes a bit. Donna was outwardly ready for the next part but inside Donna had become an emotional wreck. This was much worse than the rapes that she had endured; this was psychological torture. She knew that she was fucking up her life with every picture and movie clip that she posed for.

Donna glanced at the wall to see the new pictures that Ms. Brendan was reviewing. They were awful as far as Donna could see through the bright lights shining in her eyes. Her breasts were clearly visible and several close ups had been taken of her nipples, some with the long nails of the Asian girl pinching them, some with the whip slashing them. Every part of her breast was visible and from every viewpoint. The way her breasts hung, every skin texture, the dark small cracks in her nipples, areolas… everything!

“Let the dress fall lower, show the pierced belly button.” Ms Brendan instructed, starting up the shoot again.

Donna again did as was told, smiling wantonly. Inwardly, she had to fight her emotional distress for control. Her negative feelings had overwhelmed her and Donna hated that. Not only did her embarassment fuck up her concentration on the shoot but it also made her feel weak and silly. Humiliating feelings were something that she could do without right now; things were tough enough as it was. She needed to perform.

On top of that, Donna realized that she also had to deal with the frustrating arousal caused by the Asian female’s expert touches. The girl beautifully mixed soft gentle caresses with cruel hard pinches and the touch of her whip. Donna's exposed body could only react to this treatment by getting aroused. Her nipples were rock hard and her vagina was now producing more and more juices and her itch had returned with a vengance. This made Donna eager for something to scratch it, yearn for her mistress fingers to plunge deep inside.

“Keep your dress still around the hip.” Ms Brendan told Donna. “Smile.. turn… legs wider… now stand straight… Yes, whip her breasts and belly a bit…”

Ms Brendan led the posing pair through the same basic sado-masochistic poses again. Donna managed to pose as she had just been trained. As she did her best to remember each pose, how to stretch her legs, lift them properly, precisely what to do with her arms, her hands, Donna found that her focus on her body helped to her to get over her emotional outbursts. Focusing on executing the detailed instructions perfectly was calming her down.

“The whips should be a bit harder, I can’t see the marks clearly on film. Maybe it's due to the oil. Whip her harder… Yes, that one shows perfectly!”

The Asian girl now whipped Donna’s belly harder than was comfortable for Donna. After each whipping, Donna cringed from the pain and she felt the welts left on her belly. Wasn’t it too early to hurt her skin? Hadn’t Ms Brendan explained that to her? Will these marks last?

The Asian girl meanwhile played her part perfectly, dominating Donna cruelly and making sure the camera caught every evil pose perfectly. She expertly twisted and turned the meek Donna into one compromising pose after another, all duly recorded on digital film. Her Asian mistress clearly enjoyed toying with her, Donna noticed when she looked into her mistress' eyes. The girl clearly got her kicks out of humiliating other women.

“Okay, now lower the dress to the ground.” Ms Brendan instructed.

With that instruction, the dress finally continued on its way down and fell slowly across Donna’s hips, revealing the small black lace, see-through thong that perfectly fit over her pussy and disappeared into her ass crack.

“Smile Donna, smile!”

Donna was forced to turn around and show a fake but overjoyed smile. She had to look straight into the camera that Ms. Brendan had pointed at her. Donna felt more humilated and embarassed by each camera flash.

“Perfect! Great smiles!” Ms Brendan complimented the distraught Donna.

Donna, for her part, felt so ashamed. So uncomfortable. It made it impossible for her to think straight. All that went through her mind was the fact that her naked body was now recorded, ready to be viewed by millions sometime soon. Her mind ran senselessly around the same futile circle. She should resist, she couldn’t because of the blackmail, they’ll hurt her daughters, she was protecting them right now, she was saving the family. In the end, it always came down to the simple fact that she had to participate, eagerly, to keep these monsters away from the ones she loved.

And that damn itch!! By now, the Asian girl had figured out that Donna was eager for her touch around her vagina. So the girl played with Donna's body, her vagina, making her squirm, especially when she slipped a finger between her over sensitive labia. Donna hated her body, hated how it reacted, how it had been trained to react - just like a slut. But what could she do to resist? Her nakedness, her forced humble attitude, it gave her so little room to fight, and so much room to just give in.

The dress meanwhile fell down her thighs, down her calves, and to the ground.

“Smile!” And Donna smiled again, a few tears licked away by her mistress. “You can do better ... Be happy ... Be proud!” Ms Brendan encouraged, no, demanded.

A sharp whipping on her bare ass made sure that Donna was back to attention and she tried her best to smile eagerly. All to please her tormentors. As she did, Donna realized to her own humiliation that she was rocking on the finger in her vagina. Slowly, almost unnoticeably, but she and the Asian girl knew exactly what was going on.

“Good!” Ms Brendan said as she started to take many more pictures of the undressed Donna. “Now I want your full attention. Really show off your body. Flaunt it, be proud of it! You look marvelous, trust me!”

Donna sighed, but understood it was useless to resist. She came up with the same lame excuse that she had used already so many times. "Later. I'll resist them later. Now is just not the time."

But even as she said this to herself, Donna wondered if she would ever be able to resist. Ever be able to fight them.

But the weak excuse gave her a way to push her feelings aside and participate more actively again on the set. She could overcome her shame one more time. Donna began to smile in more sexy ways, stretched herself harder, flaunted herself more agressively.

Before long, Donna had become used to her nakedness and just posed as directed, focusing obsessively on the little details of what she was told to do, trying to be perfect, blocking out anything else.

“Ok, small break,” Ms Brendan finally announced. Donna felt the leash finally loosen. The Asian girl walked out of the lights to the drink cart. She poured three glasses of champagne. God, how Donna needed more champagne!

Ms Brendan signaled Donna to come over to her and look at the pictures with her. “They’re great, you’re doing great!” Ms. Brendan complimented. “You are really photogenic, Cutty. Marvelous how you show your body, your private parts!”

Donna looked reluctantly at the pictures as they were displayed on the wall . What she saw was exactly what she had feared. Donna looked incredibly hot in every shot. Definitely a willing participant. Anyone would say that her smiles were genuine, her poses lewd, without any show of force.

She looked at a series of pictures where Donna had been bent over and the Asian girl had pulled her ass cheeks apart so that her thong was clearly visible as it barely covered her brown ass hole. Her face with its naughty smile looking back over her shoulder to the camera, together with the Asian girl snarling, … an obvious porn pose and obviously consensual too.

Donna drank the newly offered champagne in two, deep sips. She saw the new whip marks in the pictures, the same ones that she still felt on her body. She saw the playful teasing between her mistress and her. The full frontal pictures of her, hiding nothing. The way the black beaded necklaces played with her breasts, swung in unison with them. In several pictures, the necklaces got stuck by her hardened nipples or were trapped underneath her breasts. It showed how big and saggy they were. Donna found herself wishing again her breasts were like they used to be.

Her long slender legs were portrayed in several pictures. She was proud of that result and appalled as well. The way she could bent over with straight legs… it was quite an achievement for someone of her age. And to have legs that look so long and hot, any woman would envy her. Yet the way she was shot was gross. She had displayed herself as mere female meat. The poses, the looks, it all had ‘hard core’ written all over them. She was in essence nothing more than high-class fuck meat in those pictures. Fuck meat in digital high resolution.

Most awful however were the close-ups of her thong barely covering her vagina. Clearly the texture of her hairless skin was visible. Each small hairless stubble. She could see the scar that Ms. Brendan had imposed on her. She could see her own wetness, the way it had dampened parts of the thong. Through the see-through texture of the tong, she could make out her inner lips, desparate to be released.

“Cutty,” Ms Brendan said as she took a break to look at the undressed Donna. "Now, I want you to pay attention. I still see you thinking far too much. Being ashamed of what you do. Though for someone else in some other place it might be normal, we can’t have that right now. We need these pictures, they’re important for your future.”

Donna took another glass of champagne. Maybe they wanted her to get drunk? She wanted to get drunk, anything to block out what was happening.

“So I want you to be more free, more jubilant, in the set of next pictures. Loosen up. I don't want to see you trying to think. Just act, be the slut, be the whore. And as you can see, you look great. Nothing to be ashamed of there. A perfectly maintained, hot fuck body. Give yourself the chance to be the best you can be for the camera.”

“Remember,” Ms. Brendan continued. “We don’t have time to touch up the pictures nor can we redo this shoot. It is what it is. But it does need to convince your website administrators. So it is very important for your own future to do your utmost. This is one time that your simply cannot fail.”

Donna drank her champagne fast enough to finish before the others. She had heard Ms. Brendan but now was only focused on getting drunk. She craved its comfortable, numb feeling. Craved the excuse it gave her to participate.

Slap!

Ms Brendan had slapped her hard on her left cheek, waking her up from her dream state.

Slap!

Another slap on the other cheek got her focusing on Ms Brendan again.

“Focus, Cutty!” Ms Brendan said sternly, looking her in the eye.

Swissh!

A hard sharp lash on her ass from the Asian girl.

Donna was now completely back into the real world. Ms Brendan grabbed her face and pulled her close.

“Focus, bitch!” She hissed into Donna’s face. “Your future depends on it. Don’t lose it now! Show off your sexual appetites. Show what you really are to the fullest. If these pictures turn out badly, you will be in deep shit! Remember the threat, they’ll sue you. You’ll be publicly disgraced. Your whole family will be publicly disgraced. Robert will have to explain to the world how he could have been so stupid in bed, so inexperienced, so soft, such a loser. No doubt Robert will divorce you, just to vindicate his reputation and fight for his own self esteem. No doubt you’ll lose your children. They’ll end up with the nearest family. You’ll probably end up in prison, unable to pay your debts, and jailed for open lewdness. And, believe me when I say this, I will not help you out this time!”

Donna understood all too well what Ms Brendan was saying. It was exactly what she was afraid of too. Especially losing her children. If she was portrayed as a sex addict, totally out of control, she would surely lose Julie and Trixy. And Robert, well, it wouldn’t surprise her if he left her too. He would hate her for abusing his trust, for making their intimate sex lives entertainment for the world. And as for the rest of the family… oh, forget it.

What Ms. Brendan didn’t mention was that she was the main reason for Donna’s downfall. This frustrated Donna the most. The constant acting as if Donna was doing this out of her own free will or as the result of her thoughtlessness and stupidity. Ms. Brendan had been plotting and scheming Donna's life ever since she entered it and Donna knew Ms. Brendan was to blame for most of her problems, if not all of them. But still the bitch kept playing the innocent, even helpful friend. And Donna had to act the stupid, sex craved housewife who needed her help. No, who even was grateful for her help.

And doing this shoot made her so incredibly vulnerable! She would fall into the hands of those pornographers. She was already powerless against Ms. Brendan, Ninon, the therapist. What if someone who she knew saw the pictures? Wouldn’t they try to blackmail her too? Or worse, just make it public? Making her nightmares come true anyway?

Swissh!

Another hard lash on her ass.

“Cutty!” Ms Brendan said, still holding her face and looking Donna in the eye.

“Yes, Ms Brendan?” Donna meekly replied, crying both from pain and frustration.

“Do you understand tht you have no choice?”

“Y-Yes, Ms Brendan.”

“Than what do you have to do?”

Donna heaved heavily before answering. “I need to… make this picture shoot perfect. I need to focus. I need to make sure they accept me as a model, Ms. Brendan.”

“And what happens if they accept you?” Ms Brendan pressed on.

“They will set up a web site for me, Ms Brendan, for more pictures…”

“And that will give you the opportunity to make money for the families that will sue you, right?” Ms Brendan added. “Don’t forget that. I don’t see you making enough money without that site. And maybe, if they think you’re any good, they'll be more likely to protect you and make

lots of money off of you and therefore need you out of jail.”

“Yes, Ms Brendan,” Donna said, surrendering. She had no choice anyway.

“So get yourself together and really show me all you have from now on!”

“Yes.. yes, Ms Brendan.” Donna promised.

Ms Brendan let go and looked at Donna with some pity

“Cutty?” she said gently

“Yes, Ms Brendan?” Donna replied meekly, hoping for some kindness.

“You look beautiful in the pictures. You are definitely photogenic. You have something extra in these pictures, even though you yourself might not see it just yet. But you’re really special. Just go along, give it your best shot. You’ll see; it’ll work out fine. Trust me.”

Donna smiled at the attempt to cheer her up. She liked the gentle Ms. Brendan so much more than the evil one. She rolled her head up to clear her mind a bit from her drunken fog. “I will do my best, Ms Brendan, I’ll do my utmost.”

“Great, Cutty. So let’s get on with the shoot.” Ms Brendan said and gestured for the Asian girl to begin again.

The leash was pulled and Donna followed the Asian girl meekly back to the center of the set.

“Okay, Cutty, lose the thong!”

And Donna promptly did. As the leash was held tight and the Asian girl faked threatening her with her whip, Donna bend over slightly and lowered her thong using the thumbs of her hands. She had seen pornstars undressing that way many times and she figured that was the most erotic way to do it.

Donna did her best to look fearfully at her mistress as Ms. Brendan directed. Or to look into the camera with a happy smile, a naughty smile, a slutty wink. Donna increasingly was grateful for Ms. Brendan constant direction. It made it so much easier for her. Hardly any thing to think about and all she had to do was do as she was told.

As the thong was halfway her thighs, she was forced to stand straight and pose with her arms wide, showing off her ‘sexy vagina’, as Ms. Brendan said wickedly. Then, she had to turn and show off her naked ass, first standing upright, next bending over with her looking invitingly over her shoulder into the camera, as the Asian girl spread her ass cheeks and grimaced into the camera. The repeated poses helped Donna to get into the rhythm of the shoot again. These were her first naked close ups of her most private parts, Donna realized, but she didn’t allow her mind to dwell there for long.

Her thong was allowed to drop to the floor. She pushed it aside, smiling at the camera, now completely nude but for her jewelry and her shoes. Donna really did her best to pose as lewdly as she could. All the while her Asian mistress whipped her, pulled her into obscene poses. Her cunt lips spread wide, Ms. Brendan zoomed in to capture its pink flesh in a series of pictures, and then Donna's dark brown ass hole. Donna just focused on getting the shots right. Knowing that was what was expected from her and finding it easier and easier as she went along.

Her training had taught her so much already, the poses had been rehearsed so often so now that she had stopped resisting, Donna easily wcould handle everything Ms. Brendan told her to do. The more she participated, the more she worked hard to be better, the more Ms Brendan complimented her, even getting excited at the way Donna's pictures were turning out. And as Ms Brendan made her more compliments, the more Donna began to feel proud of what she was doing, of how hot she looked.

That in turn pushed Donna to go further and truly disregard all her lingering complaints, all of her worries. She threw herself into whatever part Ms. Brendan wanted her to play. Now the slut, next the insatiable whore. She fought with her Asian mistress, kissed her, knelt for her, worshipped her.

Ms. Brendan and the Asian girl jumped to the occasion and launched a steamingly hot, improvised shoot during which the naked Donna was ‘forced’ to worship the body of the Asian girl. They tried out increasingly demeaning poses, ones not done before. Donna had to kiss the girls feet and lick them, kiss her mistress' thighs as she looked straight into the camera, and ultimately kissed her ringed vagina, nuzzling the metal bits of her piercings.

And even though she was caught up in the wild sex scene, Donna used her ‘forced’ closeness with her mistress to look at her mistress' modifications. Donna was in awe at the tattoos that covered the Asian girl’s body. As she kissed each one of the tattoos, Donna marveled at their colors, their sharpness, their vulgarity. Her tongue followed the large penis tattooed on her mistress' back, all the way to its buldging red cap. She couldn’t take her eyes of the lewd image. It was so obscene! What made a girl tattoo such a hideous picture on her skin? It ruined her nicely toned back. All her tattoos did. Yet the artist had made each image on her body a true piece of art. It was skillfully done, which made it even more repulsive. Some sick bastard had taken a lot of time to seriously disfigure this girl.

And the piercings! Donna’s tongue had skillfully played with the ones in her vagina, as her eyes took in the close up view. If the tattoos had been skillfully done, the piercing were much more a result of some inexperienced sicko. Some of the holes showed burn marks, some had been infected. Someone really had tortured the girl while making the holes.

All her admiring, observing, kissing and licking was meanwhile duly recorded in digital movies and pictures. Automatically, Donna smiled at the camera or grimaced as the Asian girl whipped her. It all depended what image they were going now. Still, Donna never totally forgot what was really going on. No, Donna made sure that each pose was as good as she could make it, proudly earning more and more compliments.

“And now for the last part, the strap on.” Ms Brendan instructed finally, stopping Donna from kissing and licking her mistress and introducing the last part of the shoot.

The Asian girl fetched a strap-on from a side table, pulled it on, and walked up to the now kneeling Donna. In between, Ms Brendan had given the kneeling Donna another delicious glass of champagne, which she gratefully gulped down.

“You’re doing so much better than I thought you would, Cutty.” Ms Brendan told her as she looked down upon Donna, stroke her hand gently through Donna’s hair. “You really, really impress me. The pictures look great!”

Donna looked up at her girlfriend, not able to keep a proud smile off her face. From the tone of her voice, Donna understood that Ms. Brendan really meant what she was saying this time. And Donna knew well by now that Ms. Brendan wasn’t easily impressed.

"And you haven’t seen nothing yet!" Donna thought as she gave the glass humbly back to the towering woman standing over her. "I will impress you even more in the last scene. I’ll make you so overwhelmed by my performance that you'll never want to hurt me again. You’ll fall in love with me and always be kind to me, to us!"

Ms. Brendan let Donna lick her fingers and suck on them a bit as she smiled down upon her victim. After a few moments, she pulled herself together again and stepped back.

“Suck the dildo first, Cutty, then you fuck it into yourself by plunging on it with your cunt.” Ms. Brendan ordered, starting up the last part of the shoot.

Eagerly smiling, Donna turned to her Asian mistress and grabbed the strap-on with both hands. She expertly started to drool over the plastic phallus, swallowing it as she looked up at the girl who tightened the leash in response. The dildo painfully passed into her throat and she accommodated herself professionally by lifting her body so her throat was in line with her mouth. Her head was roughly shoved up and down as she was told to look into the camera and smile. With some difficulty she managed that, a feat that brought on more sincere praise from Ms. Brendan.

Next, Donna was directed to withdraw the tool from her mouth, making sure that her saliva was clearly visible as it hung between her open mouth and the rubbery dildo. With her fingers, she spread her spit all over the dildo, smiling at the camera all the while, smiling too at her Asian mistress. All done precisely as instructed. All of it earning her more compliments.

Donna was ordered to stand up and bend over, at which her Asian mistress and Ms. Brendan took over while they looked for the best angle from which to capture the invasion of the strap-on into her shaved vagina.

It was humiliating for Donna to have to stay put, resting on her hands while pushing her ass up as high has she could, just so that they could play with her vagina. She felt them open up her labia and close them again and again. She felt the Asian girl open her cunt with her fingers, testing a bit how well the dildo slid, and putting a finger in her ass hole. The girl whipped her a few times when Ms. Brendan told her to so Donna's exposed ass and thighs were stripped with the whip marks that Ms. Brendan wanted Donna to sport.

Donna felt like an animal but didn’t object. It wasn’t that bad really. It even excited her a bit and the compliments that she got for cooperating were more than worth it. Wasn’t this humiliating exposure exactly what every women dreamed of at least once in her lifetime? Donna told herself that she was just experiencing that fantasy in the real world. Lucky her! Above all, Donna just knew that she would be treated right. Apart from the whips and the rough screwing that was sure to be painful, they would be gentle with her. She should indeed consider herself lucky, the dazed Donna decided.

As she thought about it, Donna had to admit to herself that things were so much easier, felt so much better, now that she had cooperated. The whips were less vicious, the groping less painful. And on top of that, now Donna could allow herself to get excited by the way that she was being treated. Now she could let herself go, let her body freely respond to being touched. And especially now! They were fondling her vagina again; she could feel her juices flow, her blood rushing to her cunt-lips. It was so lovely and wickedly dirty!

All too soon Donna was pulled up and made to arch her back. They were ready for penetration.

Donna pulled herself together and fell easily into her part of the insatiable slut again. She reached back with one hand between her legs to guide the plastic rod into her extremely wet vagina as she looked over her shoulder to the Asian girl and at the camera, smiling.

Gently at first, the Asian girl wriggled the strap-on into Donna as the cameras flashed and the movie cameras captured every moment. Donna proudly posed, lifting one of her breasts with a free hand, trying to act as sluttily as she could. Donna had never felt so hot, so eager to show off, so eager for more compliments.

Even better, the dildo helped satisfy her terrible itch. Donna groaned and wished the girl would shove it into her faster! And her toying with her ass holehad aroused her itch there too.

Soon her wishes were met as the Asian girl bucked roughly into her, after the first few strokes wet the dildo's shaft. Donna closed her eyes as she felt the dildo scratch inside her pussy. She wriggled with her hips and ass so the hard rod scratched her entire love canal. It was so wonderful! The girl was so experienced and had such endurance! The more her itch in her vagina was satisfied, the more her ass hole itch played up. Awful, but hot too.

Donna was now so in to her fucking that the whipping the girl was giving her didn't hurt. To the contrary, Donna soon was welcoming each blow loudly, begging to be hit harder. Without any conscious thought, Donna squirmed her body into the most impossible curves in order to fully enjoy the dildo penetrating her again and again. It was partly acting but mostly raw lust.

All too soon, Donna felt a delicious climax building up. She felt like cunt start to spasm around the dildo, milking it for all she was worth. The Asian girl picked up her pace even more, ramming harder and harder into Donna. Painfully hard but oh so nice! Donna screamed louder and louder, urging her mistress to please fuck her harder, rougher. Donna totally forgot about the shoot and just positioned herself so that the Asian girl could force the climax on her.

“YES!! YES!!” Donna screamed. “YES!! YESSSSS!!”

The climax waved over her. For the longest time, Donna stiffened her legs, her arms, her torso, while the Asian girl kept humping the strap-on into Donna's quaking pussy as fast as she could. Donna felt her cum squirting out of her, spraying the inside of her legs way below her knees. She felt all her blood rush trough her body, accumulating in her lips, her breasts.

“YESSSSS!!! YESSS!!” Donna tried to say something else but couldn't. It was all she could say but how she truly meant it!!

She broke down and collapsed on her knees as the girl still fucked her silly. Her pussy just couldn’t stop squirting. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her.

“YESS!! YESSS!!” Donna screamed mindlessly over and over again. This was too wonderful to be true. Never she felt like this. This was the best orgasm of her whole, entire life! All her frustrations, all her tensions were gone. Her body, her mind, everything just participated and were carried away senselessly in the everlasting climax. “YESS!! YESS!!!”

Ages later, Donna woke up from her delirium. She discovered that she had been rubbing herself on the ground, ass up. Ms. Brendan was taking some close ups of her fingering. As she pulled herself wearily up and smiled drowsily into the camera, Ms. Brendan started to talk to her again.

“You’ve had one heck of an orgasm. Multiple orgasms I would say.”

Donna nodded, smiling naughty, still enjoying the aftermath.

“I’ve recorded it perfectly. Even when you were obviously out of it, you still managed to pose perfectly. You’re a natural exhibitionist, Cutty. I think we have found an unknown talent of yours. You’re site will be fantastic, and you’ll enjoy making it!”

Donna smiled as she remembered she was still in a shoot and brought her wet hand to her mouth. She started to lick her own juices and smiled into Ms. Brendan's camera. The camera was recording her most recent dirty deed and for whatever perverse reason, Donna felt proud again. She had impressed again. Boy was she great!

“I was going for an ass fuck too, but I figure we have enough material for your web-masters and you don’t seem up to anything anymore.” Ms Brendan smiled. “So let’s just wrap up with you sucking the dildo clean, just the way you licked your pussy clean.”

Donna stumbled slowly to her knees and grabbed the wet dildo dangling in front of her with her mouth. She still felt naughty and extremely giggly somehow.

As she sucked the dildo clean, she analyzed her feelings. "That’s it," Donna realized as she took the top of the dildo in her mouth and smiled into the camera for yet another close up, "I’m feeling relieved somehow. When I stopped fighting my inhibitions and just let go, I truly enjoyed myself. I orgasmed with no problem in front of the camera. I had a wonderful time and am not ashamed to admit it. The orgasm was wonderful. The orgasms were wonderful."

She sucked long and slowly on the strap on as her mind came down from her high and the alcohol fog disappeared. With it, her inevitable feelings of shame and hopelessness began to creep back into her mind. "How could I lose control like this? How will it look on film? How will I ever explain this to anyone?”

But even before those thoughts could revive her depression, the alcohol took effect again as did the fog in her mind. "I was drunk, I still am drunk" were her last rational thoughts and with that she focused again on the shoot, the dildo she was cleaning. And so Donna smiled, as the camera came closer.

"I still have this itch in my ass, she thought as the lens stopped right in front of her. Donna felt horny again. She was eager for another orgasm, never mind if it happened in front of the camera.

Donna released the dildo much to the surprise of Ms Brendan, turned and offered her ass to her Asian Mistress..

”Please fuck my ass?” Donna said as humbley as possible but with a naughty, drunken smile.

Ms. Brendan hurried back to the other cameras and started to record this unexpected scene. Donna meanwhile smiled with her eyes closed as the dildo started to poke at her rear hole. She knew, even through her fogged mind, that she would hate herself for what she was doing, but she also knew her damn itch would be scratched finally. That it would feel so good!! And she didn’t give a damn right now what the world would think of her.

The ass fuck went by quickly from Donna's point of view. She had just concentrated on scratching every part of her inner bowels. She vaguely remembered being told to masturbate and actually even coming again but the next thing she remembered was when she was sitting on a chair, exhausted, with yet another champagne glass, cheering her first nude picture shoot.

Donna smiled as she drank a few sips, and watched her Asian Mistress. The girl drank the champagne too, but was rather reserved now. As soon she was told by Ms Brendan to leave, she immediately got up, bowed to Ms Brendan, and left.

“She’s so very well trained. Leave it to Asians to train their slaves well.” Ms Brendan observed as the girl disappeared from view. “Now let’s look at your complete first porno photo and movie set, my little slut.”

As they sat and drank champagne, they reviewed the latest pictures. Donna saw her naked body, her dildo fuck, her anal session pass by on the great white wall. She wasn’t surprised anymore nor ashamed. It's the alcohol, she figured, it had just lowered her inhibitions. It does makes things easier she found and she gratefully took another large sip.

“Too much alcohol on an empty stomach makes you do strange things.” Ms Brendan said as she scrolled back the ass fucking pictures.

Donna knew what she meant and knew that she was trying to embarrass her but somehow at the moment it just didn’t get to her. When Ms Brendan noted this, she went through the sets more technically. Judging Donna’s performance, pointing out areas where she could still improve.

Donna found herself taking most of it for granted. She was much more amazed by her own fabulous looks. She found herself indeed good looking, even for her age. But she also was proud of the way she acted in the pictures. The sex positions were done very well. You almost couldn’t tell it was her first time in front of the camera.

Donna even loved the close-ups, where her vagina and ass were most obscenely shown. She was proud of how well she compared with the pornstars that she watched all the time. The way she parted her lips, spread her ass cheeks, she did it just like them - just like a pornstar.

"No," the drunken satisfied Donna admiited to herself, "I love the result. I looked so hot, so beautiful, and it pleased Ms. Brendan. If it pleased her, it meant the bastards these pictures were meant for would have to approve them too. It meant he had done it! She was safe and so was her family."

It was only much later during the lavish diner that followed when the alcohol subsided and Donna came to her senses. She started to curse herself for being so incredibly stupid. Donna had let herself get drunk at one of the worse moments possible! Those awful pictures! She had made another big, big mistake.

Even the splendid diner couldn’t make her feel any better. Instead, the food just made it worse because it helped her to sober up even more. Then, she began to understand what she had actually done. In her drunken state, she had even signed the stupid contract with that stupid company!!

The more Donna thought about what had just happened , the more she shook her head, disbelieving her own actions, her own stupidity. Worse, she recalled even being proud of posing perfectly. Proud of spreading her ass, opening up her cunt! Whatever little self esteem she still might had evaporated and was gone for good. She felt incredibly dumb. Donna had been manipulated so easily and now the consequences were hard to foresee. What if her neighbors saw her new website? Her pictures? A movie clip of Donna begging to be fucked in her ass? She could trust Ms. Brendan and her friends to be discrete but now she herself put her naked body on display on a publicly available website. How could she have been so stupid? The more she thought about it, the worse she felt.

When Ms Brendan, seeing that Donna was sobering up and getting depressed, remarked smartly that she expected the next pictures to be of even better quality, Donna knew that she was doomed. She had shown them how pornographic she could be, and they wouldn't be satisfied with less anymore. No, she would have to act out even more degrading acts, showing herself off in even more degrading positions. She hung her head down in her hands in defeat, and slowly shook her head in disbelief. She had been so incredibly stupid once again, she really fucked up worse than she thought was possible. What an incredible mess she had made of her life!