0 comments/ 13265 views/ 0 favorites Photo Snapper Ch. 01 By: hotchkiss "I've bin asked to ask yer if you're interested in a bit of extra work on the side?" a mate had asked at work whilst no one else was within ear shot. It was a silly question really as every one knew how strapped for cash I was. He gave me an address and said that that the company was a small printing concern that produced run of the mill stuff. There was no real interview as such, the job was no more than a glorified errand boy but it was cash in the hand. I worked most Saturdays and the odd Sunday humping boxes, sweeping and clearing up and all those mundane tasks no one else wanted to do. So here I was, I had been here at "Specialist Printworks" for nearly six months since then. I thought my time was up when I was called into the office for a friendly chat. The print shop manager was there with Joe one of the foremen; noticing my concern they made it clear I had nothing to worry about, saying they'd been watching me closely, all this was said in a friendly matey manner. Joe announced he believed I deserved a break, prattling on about my trustworthiness and ability to keep a secret until satisfied with my response. Immediately I thought I was going to be offered a full time job, I didn't need that and told them so, politely of course. The Manager who insisted I called him Alfie laughed saying that they knew I had a good job and wouldn't be interested even if there were a position going. Now I was a little wary wondering what they had in mind, and asked why I was being given the old best mate treatment. It turned out to my surprise that they had a little private business going on of their own using the company's premises and equipment. Things had been going particularly well and they were recruiting. The work would be occasional but paid well due to the manner of business and the clandestine nature of it. Was I interested? Of course I was, especially when the Manager Alfie said it could possibly be triple what "Specialist Printworks" were paying me. I had to admit their apparent generosity worried me after they explained I was to be their "Gopher", I wondered whether the job may be illegal, clearly it was being done without the company's knowledge and probably on their premises using their materials so it was somewhat suspect at least. That bothered me but the way Joe guardedly described the day and the pay tempered my conscience amazingly easily. I was helping out at some kind of photo shoot, helping develop the films and clearing up afterwards, for which I would get two hundred big ones to put towards my new guitar amplifier. So there I was on the next Sunday wondering what the hell I was getting myself into, it was the bank holiday weekend and the works was shut. I waited at the gate at eight thirty as instructed; Joe turned up and let me in closing the gates behind us but not relocking them. We chatted as we walked up to the old abandoned storehouses at the back of the yard. Joe seemed very excited about what was happening and I listened intently as he revealed a little of what was scheduled for the day. "You're gonna love this Trev me old mate," he chuckled winking wickedly, "I hopes you is a man of the world so as to speak!" "Yeh, I think I'm pretty unshockable," I laughed cautiously wondering what the hell he meant. "Have you any idea what's happening today?" "It's a photo shoot isn't it?" I laughed trying to sound more certain than I actually was, "I'm being paid a shipload to be your run-around and cleanup boy." "Fair enough but do you know what we're shootin today?" he continued as I shook my head in admittance of my ignorance, "exclusive stuff, nothing heavy though so don't fret about it mate!" "Exclusive stuff?" I laughed to mask my ignorance and sudden unease, "What the fuck are you on about Joe?" "You'll see Mate, you'll see," he laughed as he unlocked the door of the third storehouse. These buildings were supposedly unused and were declared derelict by the company but as Joe flicked the light switch this one at least clearly wasn't anything of the sort. Inside totally contrasted the tatty exterior; the place was amazingly clean and tidy. Several dividing partitions sectioned the main part it off, between each partition were piled furniture, carpets and all sorts of paraphernalia. The two sections closest to the door held boxes and boxes of something stacked on pallets, I didn't want to be seen to be over inquisitive so kept a good distance from them. A small office sat to one side of the storehouse was clearly still in use. I nosed around the fringes of the building until Joe called me over as he disappeared around the other side of the partitions. I followed him into what turned out to be a small rest area that was set up in the corner of one of the partitioned areas. There were a couple of old sofas a low table between them and a purloined canteen table and chairs. On old workshop benches at one side were a kettle, a microwave, milk, cups and all the necessaries to have a decent break, already spread carefully on the canteen table were two cameras and a pile of photographer's gadgets, which Joe was busily sorting out as we heard the main door open and someone enter. "That'll be Alfie and the model," chirped Joe without turning, "give them a little while to get acquainted in there and we'll pop in to introduce you!" "A model!" I laughed, I had been unsure about this from the start now I was totally confused and felt I had gotten into something well out of my depth, "What do you mean by that?" "A model you knob," he turned pulling a sly lecherous face, "she's a new girl, we've never had her before, she's supposed to be quite a looker and guess what? Old Alfie there reckons she's real keen!" "Keen, what do you mean?" "Well up for it Trev, well up for it!" he smiled, "girl's got a sense of adventure, Alfie thinks she may be a natural but we'll take it nice and slow." "You telling me you're doing porn shots here?" I blurted in disbelief. "No Trev, well not exactly!" he chuckled turning to me and winking, "specialist material is more the terminology Alfie likes to use." "Yeah okay," I laughed trying to mask my greenness and confusion as I wondered what the hell was going on, "shall I make us all a cup of tea?" "Good idea there mate!" he laughed, "make the tea and join us in the office when you're done." I have to admit my imagination was working overtime as I boiled the kettle and made four cups of tea, enough for everyone. Leaving the steaming cups on the bench I could hear the muffled conversation from the office as I approached to see who wanted sugar. As expected Alfie was doing most the talking with Joe backing up what he said occasionally. The other voice was soft and feminine and so quiet I couldn't make out what she said so I paused before entering to listen for a moment. "Of course Mr Bassinbourne, I understand," an agreeable reply came in a lovely breathless sounding feminine whisper, "I'm keen to learn, just give me a chance to prove it to you!" "That's good Stacy, but I hope your inexperience doesn't let you down," he mused. "It wont sir I promise," whatever was planned she was keen at least. Before entering the office I drew a deep breath to gather my composure and I hadn't even seen the girl yet. Why was I so nervous, it wasn't me going to get my kit off in front of the camera's for a couple of old pervs. "Okay then, an easy shoot first, we'll see what you can do on the first set," he laughed heartily before continuing, "Break you in easily so to speak!" "Thanks Mr Bassinbourne you won't regret it." "Looking at you love I don't think I will either, but we shall see." I turned into the office keen to see this girl that sounded too good for words and stood mouth agape in the doorway. Truly stunning would not be too adequate a description of the blonde vision that turned to face me as I entered. My whole being moaned in primal appreciation and my pulse jolted into feverous action as the most gorgeous big pair of expressive green eyes locked onto mine divulging her apparent pleasure at seeing me. The look she gave me melted me to the core, I felt overawed at the sight of her and smiled pathetically back at her enquiring eyes until Alfie distracted her attention away. They talked, I probably should have listened but didn't instead I ogled at her, taking the chance to study the girl more closely. She was just absolutely perfect I thought, dressed in a fairly tight pale green silk blouse and a shortish cream linen skirt, what looked like old style nylons and deep green stilettos that emphasised her legs perfectly. About twenty, not too thin, her breasts pert and legs long and shapely, her thick blonde tresses hung to her shoulders framing that pale heart shaped gentle face. God I was pathetic, all but dribbling like a dog when faced with a juicy bone I watched the girl whisk past enveloping me in her sensuous perfume. "Trevor! Oi, earth to sex fiend," Joe nudged me as he followed her out, "come on you arse! Alfie wants you to keep her company while we finalise things on the set you lucky dog!" As I followed round the partition Joe was scooting off leaving me with her, shit I was so nervous I thought I might crap myself as she turned and smiled openly at me holding out her petite hand for me to shake. For an instant I just stood there stupidly gazing at her like the village idiot before I came to my senses and clumsily reached for her hand. "Hi I'm Stacy," whispered the girl enticingly as I took her small hand in mine for an electrifying moment. "Trev," came my reply in a squeak, I coughed clearing my throat before continuing in a more manly voice, "Trevor that is! Do you want tea, its fresh!" "No thanks, but it was nice of you to offer!" she was so gorgeous I just stared numbly as she continued, "it's my first time, how about you?" "Yeah me too," my mouth blurted without control, "I'm a bit unsure what exactly I'm supposed to be doing here to be honest Stacy!" "Me either, Alfie reckons I should pick it up easily enough" she laughed, "we'll have to see, but I'm sure it'll be fun learning the ropes." "We can learn together then!" I blurted, my gaze was transfixed on those full pouting lips as she began to reply. "It wont be too bad, if you freeze I can help cos I've done a bit of modelling," the penny dropped, she thought I was a model too. "Stacy I'm not.." I cringed with embarrassment while imagining what I could do to her given the chance, "I'm just the gopher!" "Oh, never mind," she smiled sadly or was it pitifully, "that's a shame!" Her eyes twinkled mischievously; I knew she could see straight through me as she winked at me knocking me for six. Jesus! I was so pathetic I just stood there about to babble out some crap and finish any chance I had of asking her out. By lucky chance though Alfie called us then stopping me making a complete arse of myself and I followed her heavenly perfume and tight little peach of a bum around to what could loosely described as the set. It consisted of one section of the partitioned area, within which there was a bed, an old bed with an ornate if tarnished brass headstand it was draped in deep red velvet. Matching drapes hung behind it to create a backdrop but there was little else in the way of ornamentation. "Are you ready Stacy," enquired Alfie in such a detached manner showing no apparent interest in her charms, unlike myself. "Uh huh I think so." "Right, here's the scenario," he continued flatly whilst I watched her intrigued, "for this shoot you are on your own, if we are pleased with the result we may do another afterwards, okay?" "Fine Mr Bassinbourne lets do it!" I couldn't believe the expression of enthusiasm on Stacy's face. "As I said you are on your own for the shoot, but and it's a big but, you have to imagine that a powerful and forceful man is controlling you." "Ooh! Sounds fascinating!" she laughed breathlessly. "You must control yourself better than that when the filming starts!" he hissed showing a little annoyance at her show of excitement, "right here's the plot, you are completely submissive to this man, and he is your master. You will be tied up do you understand and more importantly, do you consent Stacy?" "Tied up!" just two little words that snapped me from my pathetic state of adoration in an instant as I stared at Stacy. They were going to tie her up; I felt an unexplainable ball of excitement form in my gut. I had to admit the idea thrilled me but I couldn't imagine why she was so keen to do it? Was it money? How much had they offered her? Perhaps she wanted the exposure, maybe fancied herself as a porno model; she certainly had all the right qualities to suit the job. There again perhaps Stacy liked being tied up even! "Yes Mr Bassinbourne, I understand!" she replied much more soberly. "Right I think we'll start with some warm up shots before we truss you up young lady." Watching from the sideline as Stacy struck pose after sexy pose for them I felt my sap rising, she was so alluring I wanted to have her for myself there and then. A semi hard on began to plague me, nagging for my attention. It was easy to tell Stacy loved the attention our eyes and the lens gave her, excitement and enthusiasm poured out of her in waves. "Trevor!" barked Alfie breaking the trance I was in, "bring that cord from over there and those strips of cloth my boy!" I picked up what I was instructed and went to give them to him; he took the strips of cloth but left the sash cord in my hand. I swallowed hard and stared first at him, then at the cord and finally at her. Her eyes glittered animatedly dancing repetitively between the cord I held and my face. It was plain to see the dirty cow was loving this. Slow as I was even I could perceive Stacy wanted me to tie her up that's what Joe must have meant by her being a natural! "Come on Trev, tie the poor girls arms behind her back," laughed Joe, I glanced up at Stacy's face to see Alfie popping one of the strips of cloth which he had already rolled up into a ball into her open mouth. "How?" I yelped confused by my natural instinct to think this was wrong and my basic desire to see just how far Stacy would allow this to go. "Just put her wrists side by side above one another and tie them up," he laughed, "wrist to wrist, it's not rocket science. Not too tight though!" Shaking with nerves I did as instructed; Stacy obligingly placed her arms in the proper position for me as with trembling hands I looped the rope round and round her slender wrists then twice around the coils drawing them together before finishing it with a lovely bow. Once I was finished and Alfie had gagged Stacy he moved her to the bed where he sat her down and I was dismissed. Stepping back a little to watch the proceedings with interest I thrust my hands into my pockets and adjusted myself into a more comfortable position. All the time Joe was firing off shots of the bound and gagged girl I watched her intently. In between her expressions of pain and discomfort for the camera her eyes burnt excitedly, she really was enjoying this. Eager for attention my cock was so hard now it hurt, what made it worse was she glanced my way quite often with those mischievous green eyes as if she was performing just for me, or so I liked to believe. A squeak escaped her as with a gentle shove Alfie toppled her back onto the bed without warning. Without really thinking about it I moved a little closer I didn't want to miss a thing. Stacy lay there gently writhing; I loved how her spine arched a little over her bound arms accentuating her curves nicely. Stacy's legs dangled over the edge of the bed and her skirt had ridden up a little as she fell just showing the bands at the top of her stockings. Alfie crouched close to the bed and Joe moved about snapping away. As for me I just stared crazy with desire at the helpless girl laid out before me absorbing every detail. Her back arched further making her blouse stretch taut across her heaving tits showing her hard nipples to full effect through the pale green silk. "That's it Stacy!" encouraged Alfie unexcitedly giving instruction, "arch your back more, give free reign to your darkest fantasies, feel the moment, good, good that's it!" Writhing on the bed Stacy groaned and moaned staring at me on more than one occasion, I felt sure she wasn't acting; she really was getting off on this. Those excitable green eyes called out to me alone in my mind, I decided she wanted fucking so bad. I in turn wanted her so bad I thought my balls would explode with pent up excitement, but I was there purely as a spectator and Alfie made sure I knew that without speaking or indicating. The camera clicked furiously as he rested his hand upon her thigh and slowly pushed her skirt up past her stocking tops little by little. As he caressed up and down her thighs with his old calloused fingers Stacy moaned softly around her gag with unbridled passion squirming eagerly beneath his hand. "You're so tempting, imagine this. You are my whore and I am your master," his voice showed no emotion as he spoke, "you want me, show me you want me!" In response Stacy moaned louder squirming urgently in apparent arousal each time his hand neared the top of her creamy thigh, I watched those firm pale thighs spread wantonly as she tried to tempt him to touch her. "Jesus this girl was filthy!" I found myself thinking excitedly hoping against all odds that I could fuck her after the shoot was over. A scanty strip of pure white silk covered her mound, just enough to mask her most intimate flesh from our eyes. Perspiring under the searing spotlights myself I moved closer still to the action standing over Alfie as he tormented her my eyes stared at the silk covered pussy with its wisps of blonde curls escaping their prison. Stacy was whimpering as he began to unbutton her blouse and I watched each button pop religiously. "You are cock hungry," he sneered coolly, "you struggle in your bonds eager to be fucked, you want me, you want me first, then you want me to let Joe stuff you full of thick dirty cock you whore!" She shook her head, her wild excited eyes rolled then fell on me, I knew I was the one she wanted to fuck, that's what my imagination had me believe at least. Alfie ripped the final two buttons apart as he verbally abused her and I watched breathlessly as her breasts were freed in their lacy green half-cup bra. Her deep pink angry teats looked like hard granite pebbles crowning the paleness of her jiggling breasts atop of her swollen areolae. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her squirming body now as she was driven wild by his insults. Watching enthralled by the slutty vision I found it difficult to comprehend how a girl could find this so arousing not that I minded of course. Alfie had moved to kneel on the floor between her dangling legs he had leant forwards somewhat till his moustached face was close to her pussy. I wished it was me, God how I wished it was me I watched her cunt intently as he tormented her. "Perfect my whore, you chose your panties well," he laughed betraying a glimmer of excitement as he described poor overwrought Stacy's underwear to her. "So shiny they draw the eye, the silk cling to your wet swollen flesh betraying your need clinging to very moist fold and bulge of eager slut flesh!" "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed almost on the point of coming myself as I watched his old hands stroke the eager pale skin all around the strip of silk. Stacy's hips bucked as his hands rode up her thighs she shuddered with pleasure writhing demonically driving us all wild as she let herself go. For some time his hands skirted her pussy, roughly, gently, lightly and heavily his fingers roamed over her pale abdomen and thighs feeding her excitement and mine as well. Photo Snapper Ch. 01 "I'm touching you," he uttered as his fingers slid lightly over the dampening silk making her moan at the slightest contact, "you are consumed with passion as I grip you through the thin veil, you want to come!" " I watched him finger her through the silk turning her into a moaning gasping wreck as he teased her so slowly closer to climax. Enviously I watched him torture her with just one finger toying with her pussy through her now sodden panties until finally he focused on the bulging area about her clitty through the silk bringing her torment to a dramatic end. She came quite animatedly, bucking and thrashing wildly, I watched intently as her orgasm consumed her. Stacy was still writhing in rapture on the bed when I was finally dismissed and instructed to make tea for all again. "For a newbie that was quite memorable Stacy!" I heard Joe's eager voice blurting as they all came around the partition into the rest area, "I got some really good shots!" "Yes! Yes indeed, I believe you may have something special young lady!" chuckled Alfie quite cheerily for him. "Was I that good," upon hearing her voice I turned to see her still in a state of enticing disarray. "You came across real well," Alfie smiled, "it was good to see you suffer so demonstratively shall we say as I used you, now go and tidy yourself up and we'll have a break." "You want to shoot more Mr Bassinbourne?" she looked really delighted with the praise. "Of course, we've got plenty time but only if you're up to it," laughed Alfie, "we must strike while the iron is hot so to speak, and you sure are hot!" I cringed as I heard the cheesy line being delivered but Stacy seemed to love the attention, she giggled as she sauntered away. As I tidied up the tea things I listened avidly to the others talking and they knew what they had on their hands, in turn I knew what I wanted in my hands. "Well Joe it looks like we've got a real live one for sure, what do you think?" "No joking Alfie I thought the lens would melt, she oozes it man!" "I'd love to have her," I put in my pennies worth. "Wouldn't we all," Alfie laughed then added more seriously, "can't mix business with pleasure though so tough! Boy!" Accepting the caution as it was intended I hoped I decided to watch what I said from now on, the money I was getting for this was too much to jeopardise. We chatted about the shoot till Stacy returned looking a little less dishevelled and buttoned up once more. We all sat and had tea and biscuits and I realised that finally the aching beast in my jeans was slumbering. I listened in as they discussed terms with Stacy, she got two hundred for that last shoot and Alfie hinted at double if she did well in the next. She was only too eager to begin the second shoot and sat muttering as Joe took his cameras away to reload the film. There must be a lot of money in this I thought to myself quickly trying to tot up the cost of everything in my head. Thankfully at least, it took my poor mind off sex for a few minutes. "Its nearly twelve, lets get started," Alfie cried rubbing his hands together after putting down his now empty cup, "lets get a little more adventurous in this one!" "Trevor tie Stacy's hands in front of her and bring her to me," he tossed me a coil of soft broad cord. "Use the cord to bind her," he laughed seeing the bewilderment on my face, "several times around her wrists but not..." "Not too tight I know!" With that he disappeared around the partition leaving us alone for a few moments. Stacy held her arms out towards me encouraging me to proceed perhaps seeing the doubt and uncertainty I felt for some reason. For something better to do I tested the cord as if I knew what I was doing. "You sure you're okay with this?" I questioned Stacy feeling concerned for some reason as I began to bind her wrists. "Yeah why shouldn't I be?" she laughed, seemingly at the worry in my voice. "I've no idea what they intend to do to you!" I uttered quietly, "doesn't that scare you?" "On the contrary Trevor," a wicked smile played over her full lips for a moment, "I thought I'd demonstrated that just now!" "What if they decide to hurt you?" my voice fell almost to a whisper, "how could you take the risk?" I could see my concern didn't bother Stacy one jot; she did however pause before replying perhaps to try and explain her point of view for me. "Of course I know there's a risk, I'm thinking of the money man, I'm getting what I consider a big screw for today's effort, a darn sight more than any regular job would have pulled in!" she smiled her eyes twinkling wickedly once again. "You weren't thinking of the money earlier I could tell," I laughed as my concerns lessened, she obviously was cool with this as I tied her wrists together, "not too tight is it?" "No that's fine, I admit things got out of hand earlier and I got a little exuberant shall we say," she leant closer to me, "but I was watching you! You dirty minded sod; you enjoyed my performance!" Of course I couldn't deny her statement, she had seen the state I was in, several times she had stared at me as the shoot took place. My mind was doing overtime imagining that she actually fancied me as I secured the knot at her wrists. "Come on we'd better go!" I laughed embarrassed and trying to hide it from her. "Okay, but I think I'll put a bit extra into my performance this time, just for you!" "I'll be watching," I laughed trying to stay cool or appear so at least, "I wouldn't miss a moment!" "Don't spill your sack too early baby," she giggled reddening herself as she pouted, "save every drop for me, save it for later." "Why?" escaped my lips as my mind went into shock. "If the old buggers don't wear me out I'll be thirsty after this!" came her breathless reply perfectly delivered to blow my mind, "once those dirty old sods have finished with me I wanna sort you out, I'm gonna call it a little bonus for being a good boy!" As she winked I blushed crimson, I couldn't stop myself. Finding myself amazed at the lewdness of the offer she just made me I reddened with both embarrassment and excitement. My cock began to stir at the thought of this gorgeous creature wanting to blow me after the shoot was over. I stood transfixed as she edged closer and her bound hands fell to cup my crotch, she sighed appreciatively as she measured me up staring directly into my eyes. Just in the nick of time or not it's hard to say Joe appeared around the partition, I had been about to kiss her and he interrupted the flow at the most inopportune moment. "Whoa there Tiger!" he laughed wickedly, "hot and bothered are we, I'll take her from here Trev." "Alfie wants you to tidy up here before you get your free peep show. Joe took the end of the now forgotten cord from my clammy hands; I wiped them upon my backside to remove some of the built up sweat as I watched him loop the rope around the cord between Stacy's wrists three times loosely then knot it firmly. Giggling Stacy turned her head to me and licked her lips provocatively as he jerked her after him and lead her off by her bonds. As they disappeared from sight I began hurriedly tidying around the rest area eager to find out that was in store for Stacy this time. Alfie passed me going into the office, he returned moments later with something hanging from his trouser back pocket, something black and leather rolled up, I couldn't make out what it was, he picked up a set of folding steps that were leant against the wall and disappeared. Somewhere not far away I heard the steps being put up then shortly after being taken down again, I was finished, excitedly I scuttled off to see what was occurring. They weren't in the bedroom set or the next one that was set up sort of like a kitchen. As I came around the next partition I stopped in my tracks, it was a corner set, the partitions were made to look like wood panelled walls and there was no other decoration there apart from a large rug in the middle of the floor. What stopped me was the sight of Stacy, in the middle of the rug bathed in light. The girl's arms were drawn up above her head. The loose but secure coils Joe had fashioned had been slipped over a deep cast metal hook that in turn was secured to a sturdier rope. This rope ran up through an iron ring secured to the beam above Stacy by a length of chain and over towards the wall through another ring then ran down close to the wall. Halfway down the rope was knotted into a thick linked chain, which in turn was slipped over one of a row of upturned coat hooks on the wall. Cheap but easily adjustable I had to admire their ingenuity. As for Stacy she looked incredible, her thin green blouse drawn up tight over her shapely stretched figure, her midriff naked between it and her cream skirt taut and firm. Stacy's blonde curls glowing in the spotlights as she teetered upon her high-heeled shoes made me gasp in awe. But it was her soft moans of discomfort and excitement that stirred something primal deep within me, something perversely unnatural. "Do you like that my darling?" laughed Alfie, I don't know how he managed to keep his voice and temperament so even. "Oh yes!" sighed Stacy obviously getting excited again, "what's the idea this time?" "We haven't planned anything really," laughed Alfie, "I never expected you to be so agreeable to our demands shall we say. Let's see what develops, for now lets just pretend you are my captive!" With that he gagged her once more in the same manner as last time, Joe had been and still was taking close-up shots of him working and of Stacy as she was prepared. Once he had finished the act of gagging Stacy Alfie walked away, he returned with a small wooden packing crate which he placed directly in front of her, Pushing it towards Stacy with his foot driving her back as he did so Alfie indicated without words that she should stand upon it. Obeying his gesture without delay Stacy stepped onto the box allowing her arms to sag the extra foot or so the box took up. "Okay Trevor see to the chain my boy," he ordered me, "take up the slack, get her nice and tight." I crossed to the coat hook, my hands were trembling as I unclipped the chain and pulled it tight until I heard her groan behind the gag then secured it again. As I turned Alfie had pulled the leather object from his pocket and unrolled it, it was a hood. I watched enthralled as he slipped the hood on and adjusted the thin pliable snugly fitting leather into place over his face, it had a hole for each eye and one for his mouth. This was incredible I was astounded by my own anticipation as my eyes darted between him and Stacy, her green eyes were sparkling and wide, she stared at him excitedly, it was more than evident she revelled in this. "The eyes of the evil torturer gaze upon his helpless victim!" he laughed icily in a tone that would terrify me if I were in Stacy's place. "She wonders if he is an insane sadist, how soon she will find out what he intends to do to her!" Joe's camera clicked away as Alfie moved closer to her, his finger snaked forwards targeting the firm nub of a nipple that thrust hard against the straining silk of her blouse. As he touched it Stacy moaned throatily behind her gag and lurched back. Shaking his head he stepped back clicking his fingers to grab my attention. "Trev, my boy!" indicating the chain and hook that secured Stacy's rope, "tighten her up a few links would you?" Behind the gag I could make out what I believed to be Stacy's protests at the thought of being drawn any tighter, excited as she was it must have still frightened her I thought. Perhaps that's what Alfie wanted to convey in the pictures, true fear, true passion. Whatever it was he wanted I didn't know, I'd made it as far as the hook and hesitated with the still secured chain in hand. I really wasn't sure about this. "Do it!" he barked. "But Alfie I th..." "Do it Trevor," he demanded adding, "the bitch is getting well paid well enough for this, do it or get out and I'll do it myself, PROPERLY!" Alfie had an edge to his voice that demanded obedience; besides I couldn't leave poor Stacy to his mercy, and more importantly if I did leave I'd never get that promised blowjob. I unhooked the chain as commanded and pulled it tighter hearing her muffled cried of protest as I resecured the chain on the hook and went to turn around to watch the action. "I want her tighter!" he demanded, I drew another four links of chain onto the hook hearing the rope creak in protest and Stacy whimper in response. "Just a little more!" Two links more and he seemed satisfied, for now at least. Teetering on her high-heels Stacy's feet were still on the box but only just, her muffled moans and breath came in ragged gasps as she adjusted slowly to her new level of discomfort. With mixed emotions I returned to observing them. "Despite her terror the girl's nipples betray her excitement," he hissed from beneath the mask, it might well be part of his little fantasy; it was also very true in real terms. He stared at her, Stacy whimpered trembling wondering what came next no doubt, his stare was lecherous and obscene, his eager gaze examining her inch by inch as the camera clicked away. I watched dry mouthed as he began to undress her slowly starting with her skirt. As he began to pull it down he bit her exposed taut tummy, not hard but enough to make her cry out and try and escape his teeth. If it excited him it didn't show he was as calm as ice as he eased her undone skirt over her wriggling hips. I was surprised to see Stacy had changed her panties; these were a translucent pale green material that the dark smudge of her pubic hair glowed through. He crouched before her gazing close up at her sex, I watched as he tore her blouse open in one swift movement. Wobbling upon her box Stacy writhed back and forth, if I wasn't mistaken she was so excited she couldn't stop herself. Her skirt around her ankles, her stiff nippled breasts in that green silk half cup bra that forced them up invitingly all but exposed by her open blouse, the fabric hung caught upon her taut nipples. Furthermore a man controlling her, close to her pussy whilst others watched had her moaning with unbridled passion her fears and discomfort seemingly all but forgotten. "Look at your breasts Stacy, they'll give the readers something to wank over!" hissed Alfie, "they're so beautiful I'm gonna have to kiss them!" Peeling her blouse aside he rose taking a teat into his mouth whilst kneading Stacy's other breast, making her groan with pleasure thrusting her torso forward against him involuntarily. As Joe's camera clicked away I watched fascinated as Alfie suckled upon her eager flesh only to start in alarm as she suddenly cried out lurching backwards. He had bitten her quite hard it would seem judging by her reaction and now seized both her nipples twisting them roughly as he bit down her vulnerable body. Wailing Stacy staggered about on top of the crate restricted by her bonds as behind him Alfie left a trail of reddening weals on her pale flesh until his mouth rested close to her pussy, Stacy writhed insanely her arousal at fever pitch as he abused her. His roughly pawing hands grabbed her buttocks and thighs roughly, constantly pinching and scratching her and clearly she loved it, in danger of loosing her footing of upsetting the wobbling box she rhythmically pumped her crotch towards him excitedly unable to control the primal instincts that consumed her. Both his arms snaked between her thighs, grasping her buttocks he pulled her to him burying his face in the front of her panties. Above him she let out a series of muffled wails of delight at whatever he was doing to her and her legs kicked wildly. A gut wrenching muffled scream followed as the box bounced away, had she accidentally knocked it aside, or had Alfie knocked it away I couldn't tell. I winced imagining the pain as she dropped until the rope snapped tight wrenching her arms and shoulders; I may have winced but I shuddered with excitement at the same time I should say. Stacy's legs thrashed about hopelessly she hung too far from the floor to stand. None of this stopped Alfie though, holding her struggling form firmly by the buttocks he continued mouthing her through her panties. Crouched before her he allowed Stacy some small respite helping holding her aloft by her backside and allowing her to lay her legs over his back as he gorged himself on her. I watched him bring her up towards climax in awe and when she was close he took away her support. Stacy wailed in agony as he pulled his hands away and twisted from beneath her legs. Was he going to deny her I wondered, was he going to torture her further? I didn't have a clue but I did know that if I didn't sort myself out I'd probably rupture something. For certain he knew his stuff he rose to stand before her. "You have a choice my dear!" he stated coolly slipping the mask off as he spoke, "I can let you down now or you can hang a while longer and we'll let you come, the choice is yours Stacy?" "Do you want lowering?" I could see the pain flaring in her startled eyes as beads of sweat trickled down her reddened face and thought she would agree but to my amazement shook her head. "Good, very good," he laughed nodding as he walked over to the wall and took hold of the chain with both arms. Stacy wailed in alarm as she began to rise in short sharp jerks until she hung high above us, her knees almost at head height. Picking up a book he opened it as he walked back towards her helpless dangling form. What the hell was he up to now I wondered. "She was a slut," he began reading quietly out loud, "a dirty pain slut, she needed the pain to achieve satisfaction. Her cunt boiled for his attention, hanging in her bonds the fear and exquisite agony fuelled her arousal as he neared her." "See how long it takes her!" Joe chuckled as Alfie reached up to touch her. "And she bucked wantonly against the intrusion, her dangling legs half open as his fingers explored her pussy." He read on, "He dug into her wet panties his forefinger delved up towards her waiting clit between her engorged lips. In pain she dangled hips all aquiver as the hard hand rubbed her vulva, behind her gag she bit her lips as a strong thumb drove the fabric into her!" Totally absorbed I watched as he re-enacted the scene, I watched as the amount of fabric shrank as more was forced into Stacy's pussy, I watched as she writhed and wriggled in pain and pleasure hopefully towards her promised orgasm. Her head was thrown back and she mewled like some primal beast and never saw the blow coming. Alfie's free hand swung in an arc around her to land a resounding slap upon her buttock; again and again he slapped her exposed flesh making her shriek in pain. Meanwhile though he had kept on stimulating her with his other hand. "The blows landed repeatedly, the pain spicing her excitement," he continued quoting from memory or making it up I had no idea, "writhing she thrust out her pubis, the pleasure mounted. She was close, so close, coming it was coming!" It happened for her then, an almighty groan escaped her, arching forward she drew her legs up shuddering on the end of the rope she kicked and lurched. Her convulsions lasted a good two minutes gradually ebbing till she hung limp breathing heavily. Alfie indicated to me to let her down which I attended to instantly, I was genuinely concerned for her. Alfie had ungagged her before I could return and was busy undoing her wrists. "You were very good!" he enthused as he undid the knots, "this'll sell quick enough." "Can't do that too often," she laughed, I'm just the right height now!" "Would you like to do more? Not now of course but in the future, you seem to have, shall we say, a talent for it!" Photo Snapper Ch. 01 "I would but I may need some instruction!" turning to me her eyes danced mischievously, "I really need the loo, I'm feeling a bit shaky, come with me Trevor to make sure I'm okay. As asked I escorted her to the loo, although she clung to my arm she didn't seem at all weak to me. Located at the far end of the building was a single toilet cubicle with no fancy frills. Ever the gentleman I went to wait outside as she went in. Stacy had other ideas, her small hand grabbed my arm and pulled me in after her, the door swung shut behind us. "What the," I began stupidly. "Shush, come here," she giggled sitting on the toilet pulling me to her by the belt, "time for your bonus!" What could I say; before I could react her fingers had my button and zip undone in an instant. Within a moment I found my jeans and boxers were soon around my thighs. Her hot little hands wrapped around my stiffening cock bringing it speedily back to a state of full erection. "We'll have to be quick," she giggled quietly in her breathless voice, "no time to mess about!" I groaned involuntarily as she went down on me, her tongue circling my cock head for too brief a moment before plunging down further as her hot mouth sank over me. I desperately stifled my groans of pleasure as her head bobbed furiously sucking me. True to her word she intended to waste no time, her mouth seemed to have a life of its own, a very lively life at that. One thing for sure Stacy was very good at it, another thing for sure was that I was very excited by everything that had gone on today and could not hold back for as long as I would have liked. My balls tightened as my excitement rose to bursting point and my cock grew gristled. Sensing I was close Stacy almost swallowed me whole, I grabbed her head by her curls as I felt the tightening sensation in my balls reach bursting point, my abdomen knotted and I drew her right down trying not to come for as long as I could. Even with her nose pressed against my abdomen I could feel her tongue milking me as my glans wedged deep in the wonderfully tight restriction of her twitching throat. Biting both my lips between my teeth to stifle my cries I let loose! Holding her tight to me I shuddered as what felt like gallons spurted from me in wave after mind-blowing wave. Little moans of pleasure drifted up as she eagerly took all I could deliver. Once I was spent I relaxed my grip, she in turn released me, leaning back on the loo she giggled mischievously, her eyes glittered as she pulled a length of toilet roll and began dabbing her flushed grinning face. Pulling up and zipping my pants I felt suddenly awkward and clumsy in front of her, I withdrew feeling embarrassed and waited outside for her to finish whatever it took her so long to do. She said nothing as she emerged, I stood mute, after a moments odd silence we walked back to join the others in silence. The next half hour was spent tidying the place up, by me at least as Joe played with his camera kit and Alfie and Stacy chattered on about future ideas and how much he would pay her. To my amazement she virtually ignored me, which confused the hell out of me seeing as her stomach was full of my come. How she could do something as intimate as that to someone then act as if they were strangers baffled me, then I thought "but we are strangers". Before today we had never met we knew naught about each other and it would appear that was the way Stacy wanted it. Before she left with Alfie I approached her. "Stacy," I hissed quietly so that the others wouldn't hear, "Do you fancy going for a drink or something sometime?" "I don't think so," her sharp reply came across aloof, as if I were below her, "I don't think it would be appropriate." "Appropriate!" I gasped to myself backing away shocked and hurt at her curtness, "But I thought..." "Thought what?" her condescending voice took the wind from my sails. I said no more; there was no heed for her to be so hurtful. Inside my blood boiled, next time we were shooting I wanted to watch. I wanted to watch her feel pain and if Alfie gave me the chance I wanted to inflict some of it. Bitch!