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The Darkest Lure of Modeling (Mykhaila & Rea)

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Taryn

Taryn Castor was extremely successful in the porn industry as one of the leading kinks photographers and videographers. She was also well known in less legal circles as the woman to come to when a client sought a certain type of pleasure. There was hardly anything that Taryn couldn’t supply in the sex world, she had an eye for the best merchandise and on rare occasions she would pick up something for herself. She did so love collecting. It was for this reason that Taryn had placed an ad in the local newspaper and on several different web advertisement sites for young teen models between the ages of 15 – 17 to come in to her studio.
The advertisement read:

Successful modeling agent/photographer is seeking new fresh young faces between the ages of 15-17 for new lines. Come in today and see if you have what it takes to become the next face of modeling everywhere. You will be required to pose for a few shots before being considered. Wardrobe for shoots is provided.

It continued to give the address and a phone number to call if they had other questions. Through the day Taryn had received several calls for directions, a few girls had come in but once she found out if they had anyone who knew where they were she had taken down their information.
Of course each had posed for her and would be placed on a special site where if someone said they wanted her, Taryn would arrange for the girl to later be kidnapped. Not that they were all girls, even some boys had come in.

Taryn herself had no interest in the boys but she did have interest in the girls. One girl that had come in earlier had sat without realizing her skirt had given a hint of her panties. She knew her clients would eat that one up.

Her studio consisted of a front office where she greeted potential models, a back room with backgrounds of all sorts, a small kitchenette and a bathroom. However, there was a hidden elevator that went both up and down, the basement below was where her real fun began. The floor above was her actual apartment.

The office had mahogany oak wood furnishings with soft velvet cushions, her desk was an L shape, and she had one single viewing screen that showed a split screen of the front and back doors. Of course, down below she had something else. She had a full room with different video feeds in each of the other rooms including the bathroom. There were cameras that were arranged to get several angles. Since she made videos as well as took photographs, the former not known to those she photographed, she liked to get things from every possible angle.

For now though, she was dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans with a black leather bodice top. A camera strap rested around her neck, showing that she was ever ready to grab a camera and begin clicking. Her door was open to the front and she glanced up from time to time as she waited, she wanted a girl that would in a manner call to her. It had been a while since she had taken her own toy, one she could fuck and mold to her pleasures.

Most times she was training a girl for someone else, but there were times the client wanted a virgin and she wasn’t meant to fuck them… those times were quite boring. But of late, Taryn wanted a lover she could control, one she could cum inside of and see fill with her child. Just thinking of it made her cock ache and she had to reach down to shift it back into place. It wouldn’t do to find the girl and scare her away before she could claim her.

At all times through the day she kept hot water on hand for tea, depending on her mood and the girl she finally chose, she would spike a mug of tea with one of two things that her associates had supplied for her. The first was a light sedative, once it took affect her toy would be out for a couple hours. Side effects included some disorientation upon waking and dry mouth. The second was a light aphrodisiac; once it took affect it would make her toy’s body more sensitive. Side effects included the inability to stop the body from at least responding and as it wore off the munchies and possible nausea.

While she waited for another walk-in to happen or another call for an appointment, she made some calls and received calls about those she had already posted. When she took pictures she did digital and normal so she could develop the films later.
 
Renee Marie Kesseler


For once, it seemed she might be getting somewhere. After a year of trying, was there someone truly interested, who wasn't some fat old man with a Nokia, spitting out prints on his laptop? Her friends had said it took time, but, every time she tried, no one called her back. Ever since that day at the mall, when a "modeling agent" had said she could go far - but that hadn't gotten her anywhere, either. Yet his words rang true, every day she thought of them. Renee had always known she was a pretty girl - if not beautiful, if she was allowed to be somewhat narcisstic. Modestly pretty, unfortunately, for her looks had never gotten her very far. She was intelligent, but incredibly shy when it came to social situations. Being an only child, and homeschooled for the first part of her life, she had never had the chance to communicate and make many friends. It wasn't until seventh year of school that she transferred into a public school, because her parents had divorced, and instead of relying on one or the other, they had agreed to introduce her to the world. While looks had attracted attention, she didn't have the right attitude to be 'popular'.

Eventually she had inserted herself into a circle of friends, becoming well-liked enough to even be considered known throughout the school. A day at the mall had yielded a bunch of young women, giggles and purses, shopping with no real destination in mind. A man had approached Renee, telling her how beautiful she was, and that if she were to contact him later that week, he would get her a job immediately. That never happened, but ever since, she had tried. And tried. And tried. The last interview seemed promising - until she learned of the man's arrest, tied to a child pornography ring. Now it made sense when the man had said "You might be too old for my clients". She had assumed he was looking for teenagers to promote a certain type of clothing wear ... luckily, she had been spared.

But she wouldn't give up. She wanted so desperately to become famous! Most of her life, she hadn't known how amazing it was to be liked, to be popular, to have friends, and to have others wanting her attentions. Perhaps it was because her parents had given her a sheltered life, that she now wanted freedom. They didn't know her desire, or her secret meetings with others. Her mother was oblivious, and her father only cared if her grades dropped. Given that her grades had remained impeccable, no one was the wiser. A handful of her friends knew that she was trying, but yesterday, she had learned that her "closest" friend Becky was also trying. Knowing that her friend was also struggling in the business, Renee had decided not to tell anyone that she was meeting this person today. She couldn't risk it. What if Becky got her place, and not her?

It was with a promise of "I'm going to study at the library, Daddy," that she left his apartment - it was with him that she was currently living, her mother off with some boyfriend for the week in Vegas. She had no intention of studying today. No, today could be her big break, what she had been waiting for! No, wait, she couldn't get her hopes up, either. As desperately as she wanted to believe, this could turn out to be nothing but a bust, as all the others had been.

It was pleasantly warm, so she had dressed in a carefully chosen outfit, with colors well-matched that would give her a sense of fashion - but also casual, as if she had never planned for hours what to wear to the interview. Renee was careful with her clothing, and with how she contacted the client. To her surprise, it was a woman, called from a public phone. That was promising in itself - everyone else she had met been men.

Several bus rides, blocks walked, and a cab later, she had managed to find the woman's office - the building itself was unspectacular but clean, so it seemed from the outside. From what she could see through the glass panes, a woman sat at the desk. Everything seemed professional, decent, and Renee couldn't stop the flutter of excitement that after she paid the cab driver.

Hesitant steps led her forward, to open the front door to the main office. "Miss Castor?" Renee called, hoping the flush of red on her cheeks would remain unnoticed. This was exciting, everything looked legitimate! Would she truly make it, this time? "My name is Renee. I scheduled an appointment with you earlier? I'm sorry if I'm late," she glanced to a clock on the wall - ten minutes early, in fact. "I must say; I wasn't expecting this. To be perfectly honest, everyone else I've contacted wasn't anywhere near as professional as you. I'm very excited." Renee laughed, obviously a little nervous as she fidgeted in place.
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When the door opened, Taryn was on the phone and didn’t immediately glance up as she finished, “Right, the prints will be in the mail in the morning. I want the shoot done in glossy, let’s have it stand out to make the statement. I think we’ll go with Alyson for the October spread, I’m still looking for someone for our Valentines spread.” The fact was, Taryn was a professional, she had her hands in many pots and some legit, others not so much.

When she heard the sweet sounding voice, she glanced up took in how the girl looked and smiled as she stood, “Renee, please call me Taryn.” She held out her hand, keeping things professional as she silently considered the redhead, her cock strained almost instantly. She had always had a thing for redheads and this one... well she looked delicious. The color on the girls cheeks was perfect, a great topper for the type of thing she wanted.

“You definitely have the beauty for being a model, Renee.” She spoke, her voice holding a professional amount of admiration as she gave a small nod to punctuate her comment. After shaking the girls hand if she took her own hand, she stepped out from the desk and moved toward the door leading toward the back, calling over her shoulder, “Lock the front door would you? I have no wish to have someone think to rob this place while we see how you are with the actual shoot.”

She opened the door to the back and motioned for the girl to follow. “I think we’ll start a few shots with what you have on before I have you change into something from the wardrobe here. As you no doubt heard I am looking for a model to take the February cover of Divine Women calendars, it’s our best month. If all goes well, you might well be the fact of February.”

The hallway, like the office room beyond was decorated with tasteful images to keep up the legitimate look. “So, Renee,” she began, her tone conversational, “Does anyone know you have come to enter the world of modeling today?” Her smile was warm, deceptively so as she looked over at the young woman. She was glad that she kept her cock bound while she was preparing things or the girl would realize just how much trouble she was now in. Taryn had made a decision, this girl was hers whether she could handle posing or not.
 
Without hesitation, the girl stepped forward, taking the woman's hand to gently shake in her own. She had not been afraid to shake her hand in greeting, but it certainly hadn't stopped the pink upon her cheeks to darken a shade. It was obvious she was nervous, but trying desperately to seem that she was not. Her feet shifted, her free hand fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "Thank you," Renee replied. It was often she was called beautiful, but this time, it truly meant something. It wasn't from a horny boy who wanted to take her in bed - of which she had always declined, the boys at school did not interest her - it was from a professional woman who believed she had "it".

There was, however, a brief pause when told to lock the door. Ah, but, really, the woman had a point. Renee locked the door as requested, quickly turning and following after Taryn into the back room. To her surprise, it was just as professional inside as it was out. Everything looked legitimate, frames, back panels, racks of clothing, and tall studio lights shining down on the center area, where she assumed the model would stand while the photographer circled the square. "It sounds very promising. I hope I prove my worth to claim the spot. Oh, here, I almost forgot!"

Renee dug into her purse, and withdrew a plastic binder. She handed it to the woman. "My portfolio. It's not much but ... I haven't had a chance to collect many photographs." There were ten pictures. The first few were simple portraits: face-on, angled from each direction, one from above and below. The sixth was the girl standing against a tree next to a lake, looking toward the horizon. The seventh was the girl looking shyly at the camera, wearing her prom dress. The eighth was the girl wearing a pale pink ballet dress with a tutu, bent over at the waist to fasten up the straps of her shoes. The ninth was her fully dressed in the ballet outfit, a still frame caught of her in mid-dance on a lighted stage. And the final was the girl dressed in a thin white nightgown, laying on her back on a piano. Her back was arched, hair falling over the edge of the keys, hands tangled in the red tresses. It was the most provacative of the portraits, and her personal favorite.

"Oh, well, to be honest..." Renee offered a nervous smile, and a shrug of delicate shoulders, "No. I haven't told anyone. I was afraid they'd get here first, and I'd lose my chance. That sounds so selfish of me, but I've been trying so hard." The girl laughed, shaking her head. "I told my father I'd be studying at the library. He'll be furious, but I don't care. Shall we begin, then?"​
 
Taryn watched the color increase on the girl’s innocent face, watching her as she fiddled. When she heard the click go into place at the door, she smiled inwardly. This was going to be rather simple, she thought to herself. “Being early as you were is a good work ethic to have Renee, you’ll find that if I choose to represent you I expect such behavior often from my models.” She kept herself in her professional character for the moment at least. “I have been in the business for nearly fifteen years, I myself started as a model before building my own company. While I chose this side of town I did so in order to show that it doesn’t matter where you are, everyone has a chance to follow a dream.”

In the back, she moved to adjust some lighting before she turned when the young girl spoke and taking the offered portfolio, she looked through it with a smile before looking up at the girl, “Well, this is more than many of my interviews had with them, Renee. It shows you truly want this life.” The more provocative of the pictures caught her attention and she felt more of a strain down below against the bonds where her cock was held back.

“Very nice, you have that quality of innocence and sex kitten mixing quite well here, Renee.” She placed the portfolio down on one of the few stands near her camera’s which were all set up in random positions. She had them all set so she could instantly fire off successions of image captures from different visages.

When the girl said no one knew where she was and explained why, she gave a soft laugh, “No, it's not selfish of you. Driven, early and beautiful is a truly good combination to enter into this world.” Oh, this was too easy. Renee was never going to be leaving now, Taryn thought to herself as she looked over the young woman. “Well, if all goes according to plan you may not have to worry one bit about anything ever again. If I choose to represent you, you will have personal tutors and a great deal of money so you can live in a lifestyle of your choosing.”

When asked if they should begin, Taryn nodded and motioned to a spot near the door that led down to her private sanctum which was currently locked, “You can put down your things there and then have a seat on the wicker chair. For the first set, I want to see how easily you can give me certain expressions with your eyes, lips, the tilt of your head and how you hold the rest of your body. When I call out an expression, make it your own and show me your adaptability.”

While she had the pedal connected to the other camera’s nearby, she also lifted one to prepare to do some personal shoots. She waited for Renee to be ready and then began calling off random things from pouts and fear to sorrow and overwhelming joy. She went on to things like innocent wonder, seductress and the sort until she had taken a couple rounds of images and switched out film twice. When she was done, she went to the rack of clothing and drew out a dress for the next set before pointing toward the changing screen, “If you want to change into this, I’ll set up the next backdrops.”

Of course what she didn’t point out was that there was a hidden video camera that looked directly behind the screen. The dress chosen meant the girl couldn’t wear a bra with it, “If you need help when it’s on I will help you with the clasps in the back.” It had clasps that went from just above the ass up to the top of it.

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Renee was certain her cheeks were just as dark as her hair right now, and there was nothing she could do about it. Try as she might, she couldn't will her excitement and embarrassment away, and it was only getting worse as the woman complimented her. Renee had never considered herself a sex kitten, but there was nothing wrong with that, especially when innocence came with it. Sex sold, she knew that. Renee had no intention of slutting herself out to the world, but, she also knew the more skin someone were to reveal, the more money they made. The girl had every intention of making as much money as possible, while still maintaining respect for herself. And if she had to be an innocent sex kitten, so be it.

"I'm glad you understand," she said, taking a seat on the provided chair, after placing her belongings where the woman pointed. This challenge made her a little nervous, but months of studying America's Next Top Model, and researching tips, gave her a little advantage. Some of it would come with experience, but she knew how to subtely change her facial expressions. The twitch of her lips, a slight raise of the brow, a tilt in a certain angle. It was to smile with the eyes, not the mouth, that was the greatest advice she had been given. Expression came primarily from the eyes, because it was the first spot anyone were to look at. Renee did remarkably well for an amateur.

The dress given to her was beautiful, and she couldn't wait to change into it. Renee thanked her quietly before slipping behind the screen, realizing that the sheet for it was thin, which meant her shadow could be seen, without any real details, as if someone were to look at her through an opaque shower curtain. There was a brief pause as she began to lift up her shirt, but really, what to be worried about? They were both women, and it wasn't like she had never undressed in someone else's presence before. Renee wasn't extremely active in athletics, but she enjoyed volleyball, and in physical education classes, it was required to change into gym clothes. In the locker room, in front of others. And besides, she would be expected to change in seconds behind the screen of shows, of shoots, with the other models. Time to suck it up, pretty girl, get on with it.

Her clothing was removed, remaining in only her light blue lace panties, that were shaped like small shorts, with the bottom half of her buttocks showing. Her curves were modest, a thin waist with palmful sized breasts, soft pink areola in the center slightly firmed by the cool temperature of the room. The dress was shimmied down her torso, the top section carefully held up in place with one hand, while the other attempted to reach for the clasps that would keep it closed around her bodice. The top few, and bottom few, were able to be reached, but the ones in the middle were unable to be closed.

Smiling softly, she stepped out from behind the station. One hand held up the top of the dress, while the other lifted the hair off her neck. "Could you get the last ones for me? I can't reach them," she asked. Her skin was pale, pleasantly so, milky but flawed with freckles going across her shoulders and back, if that could be called a flaw. Some people liked the small brown dots, giving her a childlike view, adding to her innocence. The real flaw laid in the small curved scar, an inch in length, on her left shoulder blade, but it could be easily hidden with makeup if required.​
 
Taryn smiled, watching as the girl followed her directions perfectly. While her soon to be toy went to change, she moved to change out film, watching the girls outline enough to know when she would be about done dressing. Meanwhile once the film was seen to, she also changed up the scene, moving the chair and sliding the Victorian loveseat into place. The backdrop was also changed to show a more posh room behind the loveseat to make it appear like it was more of a royals room than anything else.

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Letting her gaze drop to what she was doing, she waited until the girl spoke before she looked up and nodded.

Walking over to her, she moved to stand behind her and as she closed the snaps, she let her fingers brush the soft skin watching the girl's reactions.

When they were closed she stepped back and looked her over, "Divine." She complimented before she motioned to the scene that had now been changed. "First I want you to show me that innocence while sitting there looking as though you are waiting for a friend, I'll take a few shots like that before I have you lay down as though awaiting a lover with invitation in every nuance."

While Taryn was growing impatient to begin fucking the girl, she also wanted the young woman to be relaxed and at ease, trusting her before she learned that she had made a mistake coming here. Not once however did her eyes or expression give away the malice lurking beneath her calm exterior. She waited until the girl had done several poses before indicating for her to lay down as she had suggested. Once she was, Taryn took a few more pictures before moving over to the loveseat and stating, "Now, to see how well you do as we get more risque with these next shots. Let's drop the shoulder strap and lift the skirt to bunch around your thighs. Lay one leg over the side while the other rests on the arm."

She was silent a moment before she suggested, "If you need a moment we can have a cup of tea, might help calm your nerves. Everyone suffers from nerves even the professionals."
 
The woman's fingertips were oddly cool. Was it just her, or was the temperature of the room dropping? Perhaps it was just being nervous, that she felt chilled, and shivering when the woman's fingers brushed along her skin to snap the clasps into place. When it was firmly fastened, she dropped her hair, letting the curls fall into place against her back, tickling across her bare shoulder blades. Her hands smoothed out the front of the dress, making sure no wrinkles could be seen as she moved to stand by the couch, admiring the scene. The backdrop was amazingly detailed; she felt as if she could fall right into it, and disappear into the romantic Victorian setting.

Renee slid onto the couch, moving with the woman so that her face always faced the camera, but her gaze wasn't directly in line with the snapshots. A few times, it was, but then she'd look off in the distance, as if staring for her friend at the door. A few shots she looked toward the backdrop, out the window, shifting her position to lay on the opposite side, her hands in her lap or lifting to brush her hair through her fingers. Her body changed slightly, but it added to the scene, a few different angles somehow changing the whole presence.

When told to become more 'risque', the girl frowned, her shoulders becoming a little tense. Risque. It wasn't like she was a slut, though. Just a few somewhat steamy shots, nothing worse than laying on the piano with her back arched, so that the camera would see down her cleavage. "N-No, I'm fine, I can do it," the girl insisted.

Renee settled herself on the couch, lengthy legs stretching out to get comfortable before taking the position as she was told. But these shots were obviously stiff, the light in her eyes nowhere near as bright as they had been before. After a few minutes, Renee exhaled deeply, and sat up. "Maybe you're right. Tea would be lovely."

The girl stood, reaching up with both hands to pull her hair over one shoulder, twirling a few of the strands between her fingers. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so nervous. I promise I won't be all the time." Hopefully this wouldn't hurt her chances. The last thing she wanted was to ruin it all, because she was afraid to show a little skin.​
 
Taryn smiled behind the girls back as she shivered at her touch, yes this was certainly going to be enjoyable. When the young girl began following her instructions. She watched the curls fall and thought about how they would soon be streaming differently when she fucked her. When the girl began to do the shots, she let her business guise take over and took the shots, some in rapid fire and some more specific.

When Renee insisted that she could do it, she simply nodded and watched, noticing how stiff these shots were compared to the others. She was about to call a halt and insist the girl relax when she heard the girl finally agree to tea. Setting down her camera she walked toward the small kitchenette as she called over her shoulders, "You don't need to worry, everyone has jitters the first time." She drew down the mug that already had sedative in the bottom and poured the hot water in before placing a peppermint tea bag in the water so that the taste would be mostly masked. Stirring it, she took down a different mug and poured herself some and did the same. Sipping from it, she smiled and motioned to the small sugar bowl as she spoke, "If you want to sweeten it, you can."

She placed the girls rust red mug down on the counter so she could do what she wanted with it. Leaning nearby, she sipped her tea as she told her, "We'll take a few minutes for you to get your bearings and then we'll pick it back up." The sedative wasn't enough to knock her out but it would be enough as it settled in to make her tired and as Taryn had often seen make it feel like her limbs were too heavy after a time to pick them up. Once they kicked in, she would begin setting up the nude photographs and soon after she would sink her hard cock into the young pussy.

"With how innocent you are, I take it you have never been intimate with someone right?" She asked the girl, her tone was simply curious, "I don't mean to pry and it will not interfere with your chances to be represented, the innocence is appealing to my clients."
 
It was rather ... comforting, somehow, to be given tea. The simple gesture soothed her more than actually drinking it - well, if it had been without the sedative, of course. It was a motherly act, like eating chicken noodle soup when she wasn't feeling well, or a grilled cheese sandwich as an after school snack. Tea was something she enjoyed when feeling anxious, nervous, or overwhelmed. Without trying, the woman had pinpointed the exact thing that would calm her. It was a simple thing, but necessary. The immediate area was homey, like she was sitting in a small apartment rather than in a studio.

Renee glanced around as the woman prepared the tea, taking in all the room had to offer. The studio lights were bright, but not blindingly so, even when she had been beneath them. It was pleasant, professional, without the stern appearance that she knew high-end studios would have. Renee wondered, briefly, if there were other people that worked for Taryn. Surely, there must be, she had been on the phone with someone when she entered. But was this business a partnership, or had the woman constructed it all by herself? Regardless, it was a remarkable feat, and Renee held respect for her.

The girl quickly rose when the tea was ready. She took a seat at the counter on top of one of the stools, gently blowing over the rim of the cup to cool it. A small sip made her smile, the tea just the right temperature, but not quite sweet enough for her taste. While stirring in a spoonful of the sugar, she glanced to the woman when the question was asked. How very ... personal! It wasn't something Renee discussed, especially with a stranger. There was no shame in admitting it, however, in fact it should shed good light upon her.

"Oh, well, you'd be right," Renee answered quietly, "There was a boy, but we didn't ... get very far. He attempted but ... I don't know. His hands were so rough; I didn't like it. I told him to stop." Renee shrugged with an exasperated sigh. "He didn't like that. And when my father found out, he wasn't very pleased, either. It was little more than kisses, and touching, but ..." The girl frowned, unsure of how to explain her feelings on the matter. "I didn't much like him anyway."

A few more minutes were spent drinking her tea. It did indeed calm her, the drug settling in quickly to relax her. Renee assumed it was merely her nerves vanishing. She rose with a content nod, and headed toward the couch once more. Her position was resumed, the dress pulled up and bunched at her thighs. The strap was pulled from her shoulder, and she was even daring enough to spread her legs for a few shots. The dress between them covered her undergarments, but a few more inches of thigh was exposed.

"How does it look?" Renee questioned, shifting her position to lay on the couch. Her right arm rose to lay behind her head, fingers tangling in the red tresses, while her left rested upon her thigh, clutching at the hem of her dress to keep it up.​
 
Taryn listened as the girl confirmed that she was a virgin and smiled at her, though hid the darkness that filled her at the thoughts and needs driving her. She gave a soft laugh and shook her head, "When you are young and a guy is clumsy it won't feel good. Sadly, most first times are with clumsy lovers that don't know what to do with their hands properly. Or how to stimulate a lover."

Getting back to the shots once the girl was ready, she once again went into professional mode. She snapped some pictures from near the girls head, knelt down along different points of the loveseat for some different angles. When the girl asked what she thought she was knelt by her legs for another shot and smiled, "Delightful. You are a natural, Renee. Now, let's lower the top some more and lift the skirt up so it tantalizes."

She reached out and shifted the girls leg just slightly so that it would open her more. "Keep your leg like this, bunch up the skirt and I will tell you when to stop." She was waiting for the girls limbs to grow tired before she bared the girls breasts completely and removed her panties. For now, she would try to get the girl to give a glimpse of those panties with the next set and show more cleavage.

Taryn licked her lips in silent thought of filling the virgin hole with her cock and getting this young girl screaming for her, begging her. If this didn't work she might just slip more sedative to her so she was knocked out and then take her downstairs where she could play.
 
The tea had a more calming effect than she thought it would. She became extremely relaxed, falling into position easily and readily. Every shot looked calm, nearly perfect, for an amateur. There was no stiffness in her, limbs laying like she was simply resting there, the scene perfect, waiting for her lover. Renee knew she was doing well now, and was proud of herself for doing so. It wasn't often a professional had a place like this, or the will to turn around someone new, no matter how eager the model was to learn. Sometimes, it just came as a talent, and at the moment, Renee was a natural.

But even so, told to 'tantalize' a little more made the girl pause. Her knee was pushed away from the other, exposing the inside of her thighs, carefully hidden by shoving her dress down between her legs. It wasn't what Taryn wanted, though. She wanted it to be sexy, to give a little sneak peek, nothing too bad. Right? Of course not. Really, she had to get over this whole silly notion. Exposing a little skin wasn't being slutty. It was being sexy, and those were too very different things.

A sigh touched her lips as the girl pulled the skirt up higher, as high as she currently dared. Her legs spread, a faint glimpse of her panties visible from beneath the fabric of the skirt. She even tugged down the dress a little, exposing more skin of her breast, barely held up by the curves of her torso. She tried a few more positions, but found that her limbs were becoming rather ... heavy, like she was tired. Renee yawned with the back of her hand against her mouth, stretching the other arm behind her head.

"Is there another outfit you want to try?" she asked after yawning, hoping that wearing something else would change the mood of the scene to something less sexual.​
 
Taryn watched the girl, she saw the telltale signs that the languidness was beginning to set in but wasn't quite there. As Renee asked if there was another outfit, she was silent for several moments as she snapped more images of the girl before shaking her head. "No, I believe it's time to get to the images that my largest clients will enjoy." She looked at the younger woman and smiled, her expression still remaining kind and professional as she stepped over and reached down, drawing one side of the top down to bare a full breast. "There we go," she snapped a couple of pictures.

She knew the girl would probably attempt to either fix things or fight her, but she also knew the sedative would soon force her to be so tired she couldn't move even though she was awake. Taryn brushed her fingers over the girls bared nipple a few times to make certain that it was nice and hard before she snapped another picture. "Just relax Renee, I have decided to represent you but we need these next photo's in order to get your name out there even faster and get your money coming in."

Even as she was speaking, she was reaching down to lift the girls skirt even further and show more of her panties, "We're going to have to get your panties off for the next set." She told the girl, her cock strained in its bindings and she wasn't sure how much longer her cock would remain bound.
 
Renee hadn't even realized what was happening until she felt chilled, a shiver creeping along her spine and making her body shudder. The girl glanced down casually, and for a moment, her face was blank. Her breast was exposed, and she could hear the click of the camera snapping the shot. After a moment, the shock settling in, she gasped and quickly lifted her hand to cover her breast. But even as quickly as she moved, her wrist was somewhat limp, as if her muscles were weakening. Any other time the girl would have moved much quicker, but she felt ... lethargic.

The girl bit her lip as the woman's fingertip brushed along the nipple, hardening the peak instantly, another picture catching the scene. Renee frowned, her head turning to stare at the woman with confusion and bewilderment. Taryn wanted to represent her! That was amazing! But ... to do so ... her panties?

"A-Are you sure?" the girl questioned, hesitantly lifting her hips to allow the skirts to push up higher on her legs. Nudity wasn't something she was comfortable with, or something she had ever considered. What was she to do, though? Risk everything because she couldn't be a little sexier? But what if the pictures got out - what if her father saw them?! No, that wouldn't happen. Taryn was a professional, she wouldn't just plaster them all over the school or anything. Could she be trusted?

Holding her breath, the girl slowly began to pull her panties down. Ugh, she felt so tired, but she had to stay awake. Why was she so exhausted? The thin material fell to her ankles, kicked away from the backdrop out of picture. The girl fell into position, quite literally, her heavy body dropping back onto the couch. Her legs spread slightly, the barest glimpse of her sex visible from beneath the skirts. She yawned once more. A strand of hair fell into her face. She attempted to lift her arm, to brush it behind her ear, but nothing happened. Her arm wouldn't lift, her fingertips twitching, but finding it impossible to physically lift anything but her wrist an inch. "I-I can't move," she whispered.​
 
Taryn smiled and nodded, her expression remaining kind before she watched as the girl did as she was told and removed her panties. Yes, this one would be quite delicious to train. "Lovely, just perfect Renee." She took several more snapshots with the girl's sex just barely hinted at. However, it wasn't until Renee spoke up about not being able to move that she took things further and drew the girls top completely down taking more snaps as she spoke calmly, "Don't worry Renee, I'll take good care of you." She once again tweaked the girl's nipple, this time working both nipples into pert tips.

She positioned Renee's legs herself this time, moving one so it was bent and lifted to rest against the back of the loveseat. The other she simply slid off the cushions so it hung lazily and the skirt was lifted up to bunch around the girls hips in order to show that young virgin pussy. She always enjoyed when they were so heavy from the drug she could move them like rag dolls. "Now, you just relax, sweet little Renee. I'm going to make you extremely famous."

She took more snapshots before she put things away, letting the languid young woman rest while she finished up a few things. When she was done, she unlocked the door leading down to her private sanctum and went back over to the girl and lifted her in her arms, carrying her through to newly opened door and set her on the bed. "You are quite the temptress," she moved the girl enough that she could undo the dress and slip it off her. Even her sanctum had a 'set' feel so that she could take pictures but it was a cross of a royal bedroom and dungeon. She let her guise drop as she looked over the now naked girl, "You'll be famous, but you will never go home again."

She placed the girls wrists in the chains that were strung to the wall above the headboard, then her ankles in the lower chains. The girl was now entirely spread eagle and as Taryn moved to the stand nearby she pulled out another camera and snapped just a couple of pictures before she moved to sit on the bed. The camera's in the room that were hidden were already recording as she slid her hands between the girls thighs, "If you behave yourself, you might save yourself from being fucked by multiple partners." Her finger slid over the outer lips before dipping inside. "I'm afraid either way your virginity won't last through the night."

She lifted the camera and snapped pictures not only of the girls face as she reacted to what Taryn did but also pictures of what her hand was doing to the girl. Her finger slid into the tight virgin pussy and she smirked, "So snug, I'm going to take great pleasure in feeling your pussy around my cock." She removed her finger after several moments before she unzipped her jeans, unsnapped them and stood to draw them off her hips. She kicked off her shoes as she drew them and her bindings from around her cock off and down her legs. She removed her bodice top as well, leaving herself naked save her socks which she bent to remove.

Once nude, she stood in plain view of the young girl, letting her see how hard, thick and long she was. She looked over at the clock and gauged that within the next hour much of the sedative would begin to wear off though the girl could end up falling asleep.
 
This couldn't be happening. Not to her. Never had she imagined something like would occur, from the hands of another woman. The only person she had been wary about was the man working from his basement, which she promptly left and never returned. Taryn's office was so professional, her shots obviously dignified, the woman knew what she was doing. And she must have been, this whole time, because Renee still couldn't move - it was getting worse. Only her toes and fingers could twitch, her body unable to react to her brain's electrical impulse to move. Taryn had slipped her something.

"Don't," she whined, the redness of her hair matching her cheeks as her leg was drawn up, exposing a full view of her clean, shaven sex. Even talking was a chore, her mouth finding it difficult to move, and her lips aching as she formed begging words. "Please, stop."

But she didn't - of course she wouldn't. Not even when she was hauled to the basement, the girl unable to scream. All that sounded were hoarse whispers, like she'd simply forgotten how to cry for help. Tears managed to stain her cheeks, her entire body exposed helplessly in a matter of seconds. Her skin was warm, but there were goosebumps along her arms. Her legs twitched when Taryn's fingertip prodded her sex, slipping inside briefly.

Shock crossed her expression as the woman undressed, too, revealing herself to be very much a woman ... with an intimidating addition. "My father has money," Renee whispered, taking twice as long to speak as she normally would. Her tongue felt thick, her mouth was dry. "Please, he'll give any amount you ask. Just let me go home. I didn't want this." She didn't have a choice.

Her breathing slowed, forcing her body to relax entirely. Although she was panicked, and frightened, her heart couldn't beat quickly because of the sedative. She looked ... calm, despite the fear in her eyes.​
 
Taryn smirked as the young woman began begging her not to do what she intended to do. "By the time I am done with you Renee, you'll want whatever I want you to want. You'll be ready for my cock at anytime I decide to fuck you. My pleasure will be the only thing you desire." Her voice held complete certainty as she looked over the naked virgin who would soon find herself serving the older woman in every way. She smiled as she reached down and took hold of one of the girls nipples, tweaking it.

"You will learn to do all I tell you when I tell you or you will find that every image I take, every video I make of you will get out to everyone you know even if you never see them again they will see you as something you obviously abhor." She slid her hand down the girls abdomen again as she let her fingers delve into the girls pussy, when her finger went inside, she hooked it as she spoke, "This now belongs to me, the sooner you accept it, the happier you will be."

She began moving her fingers in and out of the girl, her cock twitching as she thought of how good it would feel to have the girls tight walls around her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to take you while you can't move... it would be quite boring." She laughed a bit harshly before she withdrew her hand from the girl and stood walking over to the television in the room and turning it on.

When she played the video that was waiting in the dvd player, the images and sounds came up showing one of Taryn's former pets, the girl was being raped both anally and vaginally while being forced to suck a third cock. It was obvious the girl was in pain and didn't like what was happening to her. Taryn walked over to the girl and positioned her head so she could see the screen clearly. "Anger me and this could be you, understand?"
 
No, she wasn't hearing those words. This could not be happening! There had been boys were spoke so crudely to her, and she found it to be disgusting and rude - but she had never considered anyone of them would truly do it. No one had, but a woman instead. A stranger. Someone she knew nothing about, except a name, if that was even what it was. Taryn could be lying. She obviously was about a lot of other things.

As a slender digit slid inside her sex, she felt a sudden, faint warmth in her abdomen. It wasn't a feeling she was familiar with, but instantly, her skin was becoming flushed, a faint tinge of pink rising to the surface. And as that digit bent slightly inside her, the fingertip brushing along extremely sensitive flesh just under the pelvic bone, she gasped sharply. That warmth spread twice as far, a sort of electric feeling tingling on her skin. It was arousal.

"No, no, no," Renee begged, attempting to turn her face away from the television, only to have it forced forward. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't, viewing the forced sexual scene with horror. "Please, I'm sorry, whatever I did I'm sorry. I was wrong to come here. I'm sorry. Please, don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you say; just don't hurt me."

The girl was terrified, but she was still intelligent. Quickly, she thought, to behave and do what the woman told her. The woman would trust her to be obedient, and she would be released from the bindings. She could, as fast as she could, to escape.​
 
Taryn laughed as the girl continued to beg and shook her head, "Oh, you haven't done anything yet Renee, but you will be. You will be learning to do quite a great deal." She looked over the girl and smirked as she once again tweaked a nipple, her thumb and forefinger tugged and toyed as she turned and watched the video herself. Her erect cock was quite prevalent as her body was turned so the girl could see it in her eye line while also still seeing the video. "You'll be my personal little pet, the second you came into my office I chose you for my own collection."

Her hand squeezed the rest of the girls breast as she shifted so the tip of her cock brushed against the young woman's lips, "I'll be back later once the drug has worn off. Then you will have your first lesson begin and I will fuck you, little virgin." She left the video on, it would go into other girls that had also been hers and had been given to random people to be raped, some were one on one and others were multiple. Some even showed a couple of young girls that had been chosen specifically for her clients and left pure. "Watching this will remind you of what's in store if you anger me."

With that, Taryn walked into a backroom where the girl couldn't see her and into the bathroom she had specially installed in the cellar years ago. There she ran the water for a bath and proceeded to take a leisurely soak as she stroked herself with slow strokes just enough to keep her full and thick and ready for her upcoming fun. Not that she really needed to keep herself ready, the very thought of fucking the little virgin was enough to keep her aroused.

It was an hour later that she exited the bathroom, her hair still damp and hanging all about her form. She walked over to the television and shut it off before striding over to the young girl with purpose. On the bedside table, she lifted a bottle of water and put a straw inside the bottle before lowering it to touch her lips and told her, "Have a drink, it may be about the only normal fluid that passes your lips for a while." The sedative wouldn't be completely worn off, however the amount she had given the girl wasn't enough to last for more than three hours in the system. Between the time she had given the girl the tea and the present it had been nearly that time.

That meant the girl would begin to slowly gain her ability to move again. "Now... where was I?" Even while she was leaving the straw within reach of the girls lips, she slid her hand down over Renee's breasts, continuing down to the girls pussy which she parted with her forefinger and ring finger. Her thumb rubbed over the girls clit while her middle finger slid inside beginning to move in and out, curling occasionally. "Such a hot and tight little pussy, let's see how wet you get shall we? Let's see how much you want what I offer you. You're going to suck my cock before I fuck you and if you do it well, you might get a reward." Replacing her ring finger with her pinky she added the second finger and smirked as she kept her eyes on Renee's face, "Understand?"
 
The entire time the girl was left in the room, she sobbed. Tears stained her cheeks, the girl's whimpering could be heard even outside of the room - or so she would assume, unless the room was soundproof. Given the extensive scene in front of her, multiple girls horribly abused, she wouldn't be surprised if it was. Renee wanted to believe that Taryn wouldn't get away with this, that some super cop would show up at just the perfect time and rescue her. But the television kept playing the disc, more and more girls brought forth to be used by multiple different people. Once, she could have sworn she knew one of the girls. A face that was familiar, not a friend, but someone she had seen around. Was it ... was it the woman on a magazine cover she had paused at earlier, to glance through? A famous face on the glossy pages ... and there she was, now, on her hands and knees, her head buried between the legs of a woman seated on the edge of the bed, while behind, a woman stood sporting a length a little less impressive than Taryn's, currently attempting to penetrate her from behind, while smacking the small of the girl's back with a nine-tailed whip. Immediately, she knew, no one was going to be her knight in shining armor here.

Even if the woman didn't walk to her right away - instead to the television, Renee thankful that it was turned off - she still flinched as Taryn entered. The water offered was instantly declined, her lips closing tightly and her head shaking. She realized, then, that she could move more than she could before. Her wrist and ankle movement was restored, although with the binding holding her to the bed, she wasn't going to move much anyway.

She did move, though, when Taryn began to touch her. Instinctively, her hips rose slightly up from the bed. The instant the woman's thumb brushed along the sensitive clitoris, she had to bite her tongue to stifle the breathy moan that touched her lips. The inner walls of her sex began to slicken, a forced arousal despite the situation. She was seventeen, after all, in the prime state of sexual awareness. Even if her mind didn't want it, her body sure did.

The second addition made her sex begin to tighten, the digits something she wasn't used to, forcing the inner walls to expand to accommodate them. Hesitantly, the girl nodded in understanding. She wasn't stupid. Renee had to do what the woman said, and her original intention would become a possibility. As soon as she was released from the bonds, she'd run as fast as she could.

Although she wasn't sure how well she'd attend to this task, having never done this before. But her lips parted nonetheless as the length neared, and she attempted to breath slowly through her nostrils. It was important to remain relaxed - so she had been told - so she attempted to calm herself. A tentative tongue slid from her lips, running along the head of the shaft, indirectly inviting it into her mouth. Renee could only hope that Taryn would take it easy on her, and understand her lack of experience in this matter.​
 
Taryn relished the sounds of the girl sobbing in the other room during her bath, of course only Taryn could hear as the rest of the basement had been sound proofed a long time ago. There was no one to hear the girl that would come to rescue her. As she stood before the girl moments later, her offer of water rebuffed she slowly put the water down and watched her new little pet. She felt her grow wet around her finger, the little spasm of the young girls pussy and smirked. "Feels good doesn't it little pet."

The fact that the girl was reacting to what she was doing was quite pleasing. She waited for the girl to do as she was told and as she felt the tongue slide over her cock, she drew in a sharp breath. "That's a good girl," her hips slid forward pushing her cock into the virgin's mouth, "Now suck on it, take as much of my cock into that sweet little mouth. Press that tongue to the underside of my cock. No teeth, just lips and tongue. Get a feel for it, Renee, you're going to have it in your mouth often, just as you'll have it in your pussy and your tight ass."

All the while, she continued to lean just enough to keep her fingers moving in the girls pussy. Her thumb kept rubbing over the girls clit as she teased her, intent on making the young woman fight herself. Whether the young woman liked it or not, she would have a part of her that enjoyed her coming rape. Or at least the lead in to it. Taryn's fingers wouldn't be able to stretch the girl enough to keep there from being a great deal of discomfort and pain when she fucked her.
 
At least the woman wasn't attempting to shove the entire length into her throat at once. She allowed the girl time to become familiar with the length, her tongue slowly sliding slickly across the head of the shaft. The woman did move her hips forward, but it wasn't harshly or forcefully. The girl whimpered a little, the sound of her whine vibrating onto the shaft she held in her mouth. She didn't want to think about where it would be going after this, even though Taryn was quite vocal about saying so. But, if she had to suffer through the agony of doing so, she'd be damned if it would hurt anymore than it had to. If she made the shaft wet enough, perhaps it would ... be easier. The dreaded thought made her sound out another pathetic whine.

But her task was becoming difficult to maintain. The slender digits continued to explore her depths, a dextrous thumb brushing along the sensitive button. She continued to jerk and writhe, attempting to ignore the warmth spreading in her torso. After a few minutes, it was impossible to ignore. A sheen of arousal was spreading on her nether lips, the evidence obvious that her body was enjoying the treatment, even if she did not.

As the fingers slid across a particularly sensitive spot within her, she jerked upwards, which forced the length deeper into her mouth, touching at her tonsils. The girl gagged slightly upon it, unintentionally, and twisted her head away to inhale shallowly. Saliva glistened on her lips, and thickly on the shaft. "Stop, please," she begged, attempting to shift her hips up, and away from the hand between them. Then again, did she want her to stop? Touching her like this made her quite obviously wet, and it too, would ease the pain of being taken for the first time.

Renee bit the corner of her lower lip, tugging against her bindings.​
 
Taryn groaned as the innocent girl did as she demanded, taking the instructions well. She smiled as she watched those lips around her cock. When the girl drew away from her cock and released it, Taryn gripped the girl's hair tightly and gave her a painful sharp tug, "For that, I think you'll have to work for any boons you get extra hard later." She looked down at her with narrowed eyes, "You will learn that you do for me when and how I want or you will pay the price for it."

Releasing the girl's hair with another tug, she moved and climbed above her, positioning her cock at the virgin pussy, rubbing her hard length several times against her before she placed the head of her cock in place. Placing her hands on the girls hips she lifted them slightly and at first began a slow entrance into her new pet, finding her hymen resisting she groaned again before drawing back and without warning she slammed herself forward and deep into Renee. "So tight," she licked her lips before she began hard and deep thrusts. There was little gentle about how she was taking the virgin, she wasn't giving her a chance to become accustomed to her thickness and length moving inside the tight pussy.

"I'm really going to enjoy training you," she told the young woman beneath her. Her hands held the girls hips tight to keep her from trying to remove herself as she fucked her. There was no way the girl was going to be allowed to have control or get her way. She was going to see to it the girl learned who she belonged to now. "If you did as you were told this would be easier for you." She informed her, her breath sharp as she strained and worked her cock in and out of the tight pussy.
 
Renee winced, the hand in her hair tight as it gripped the red locks and tugged them. Her lower lip became heavy in a pout, staring up at the woman with horror and anger in her eyes. She had done what she'd been told! Perhaps not to standards, but really, what did she expect, a perfect fucktoy from a virgin? Renee gritted her teeth bitterly, wishing the length was still in her mouth so that she may bite down upon it. She had no intention of becoming a toy of any sort, but the first thing she had to do was play along with this little game - and then she would pull an Ace from her sleeve.

Knowing this, though, didn't make it any easier. She wanted desperately to win, but she had to lose a little first. In this case, her loss was her virginity, and she wasn't very happy to lose it. The girl tensed, feeling the head of the cock push against her innocence. She tried to breathe slowly, to calm herself, but it did not ease the pain as the thick shaft began to enter her. Renee whimpered. Despite the hands holding her hips, she still tried to pull herself up by tugging on the bindings on her wrists. But Taryn was stronger, and held her in place, as she thrust forward.

A sharp cry came as the woman shoved herself into the girl, severing her virginity in an instant. Tears stung on her eyes, spilling from her lashes, to stain her cheeks. It felt like an intense, painfull pressure inside her, the tight walls aching as they were forced to expand around Taryn's cock. "Go to hell,"" she hissed through clenched teeth, angry that the woman dared to insinuate this was somehow her own fault.​
 
Taryn listened to the whimper as she began to take Renee, watched her and felt her try to move away from her and smirked. Even her words did nothing to quench the pleasure she was feeling from having her cock inside the girl who was now no longer a virgin. "Go ahead... keep up the attitude." She told the young girl as she slammed in and out of her, "Either I'll break you of it... or I'll let you be gang banged over and over by men and others. Either way, your young body is mine now."

Taryn's full thick cock filled the girl with deep measured thrusts, each was bordering on just being rough enough to keep the girl from having the chance to completely adjust and breathe through it. "Beg me to fuck you and maybe if I'm convinced I'll go easier on your tight little pussy. If not, your ass is next..." Her tone held dark promise as she looked down at the red head and thought about all the delightful things she was going to do to her.
 
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