The Replacement Model
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Katie's hands were shaking, and, to her embarrassment, she was beginning to sweat despite the chilly room. A couple weeks ago she had run into money trouble, and now she was sitting on a cold leather couch about to interview for nude modeling. Ricky, the agent, (thats what he called himself), spoke like a used car salesman, his tongue as slick as a snake's. The man was grossly overweight, with thick, knobby hands and a round belly. The way his eyes lingered on Katie's breasts made her cross her arms.
?Are you ready to begin?? he said, smiling like a shark.
?Y-yes,? she whispered.
?Excuse me?? Ricky leaned forward, tilting his head toward her. ?Speak up, please.?
Katie took a deep breath, reminded herself she would only have to work a couple times. At a thousand dollars a day, her debts would be paid off in a dozen shoots. ?Yes, I'm ready.?
?Okay, okay, good. Just follow my directions.? Ricky took a camera out of a desk drawer. ?Stand, please.?
She stood up, her cheeks burning. She wanted to run back to her dorm-room and hide, but she didn't have that option.
?Good, good. Now turn. You're in very good shape, very lovely skin. What is your ethnicity??
?I'm Lebanese,? she replied, then added, ?Arabic.?
Ricky grunted in confirmation, still taking pictures. The click-click-click of the camera's shutter made her flinch.
?When did you turn eighteen?? he asked.
?A few m-months ago,? she said, still too nervous to get rid of the embarrassing stutter.
?Okay, take off your top.?
Katie's heart hammered. She had thought she was ready for this. But now that the moment had arrived, she knew she wasn't. ?I'm sorry,? she said, I don't think I can.?
Ricky's mouth worked, then he spoke in a carefully controlled tone. The kind that suggested simmering anger just beneath the surface. ?Listen. I am very busy. This is your one chance to model here. Do you understand?? She nodded her head to indicate that she did. ?'Yes', or 'no', you are either willing to do this or you are not.?
More than anything, Katie wanted to take a shower and wash the shame and humiliation of Ricky's wandering eyes off her skin. She thought about looking for a different job, and knew that she could never make enough to pay back all the money she owed. She considered asking her parents for help, but her parents couldn't afford it. If she wanted to make her car payment this month, or pay off her credit card debts, or stay in school next semester, this was the only way to do it.
?Well?? he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Katie stared at her shoes. ?Yes, I'll do it,?
?Good, good. Take your shirt off then.?
Katie took a shaking breath and pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Goosebumps rose on her arms in the chilly air. Her bra was white with pink stripes.
Ricky assessed her like a piece of meat at market. ?Good stomach. Very flat and firm. Tan consistent throughout. Very good. Okay, take the jeans off.?
Slowly, Katie sat down to untie her Chuck Taylor's. She could see Ricky getting a little impatient, but she needed a few breaths before she could take her pants off for him. First, it was humiliating. Second, her body, for some horrible reason, was responding to his commands by making her extremely horny. Her panties were getting damp, and she didn't want Ricky to see that. But she was barefoot now, and didn't really have a choice. She stood up and unzipped her jeans, wiggling out of them.
Ricky leered at her wetness, but didn't say anything about it. Katie felt the color rise in her cheeks. After some more pictures, Ricky said, ?Now everything else.?
Reluctantly, Katie reached back and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties were soaked. When she slid them down her legs the cool air lit her nerves up, and she almost touched herself reflexively. She took a deep, shaky breath.
?Your breasts are small, but they have a nice shape. Your nipples are great. Brown and hard.? Ricky leaned forward. ?Your pussy is the money maker, smooth and delicate. And you're getting so wet. Do you enjoy this Katie?? Ricky asked.
?What? No!? she shouted in embarrassment.
Ricky smirked. ?Come toward me,? he said.
Katie stepped closer to Ricky, and then, without warning, he reached out and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. The humiliation was too much, she about to cry when Ricky let go of her breasts and stroked her clit with one finger. She was wet and slippery, and despite how ashamed she was her hips pushed against his finger and she sighed loudly.
The room was spinning. This fat, disgusting man was touching her most private places, and her body wanted nothing more than for him to continue. Before Katie could figured out the confusing emotions running through her, Ricky backed away, telling her to turn, and continuing to take pictures like nothing had happened. Soon, they were done. ?Great, lets have a seat and talk.?
Katie picked up her panties, wanting to hide her arousal, but Ricky stopped her. ?I like you better naked, just sit.? Katie obeyed, not really sure why his command made her so horny. ?You did wonderful. I have a shoot I'd like you to do, but it's today. Can you do it??
That was too soon. Katie was still half ready to make a run for it, and after what had just happened, she needed a few days to think about how badly she needed the money. ?I need to think about it,? she said.
?I'm sorry, the next six months are already booked. I had a model cancel on this one just this morning, you're either in or you're out,? he said.
Her heart sunk. If she didn't model for Ricky, she'd be broke in a month. No car, no phone, no school. She'd have to move back home, find a minimum wage job, and probably file for bankruptcy. She would never get an education, and that meant never leaving the shitty town she lived in. But modeling for Ricky meant humiliating herself against all her moral beliefs. If her parents ever found out they'd kill her.
?Okay, listen. Let me tell you what the job is.? Ricky sat, leaning back in his chair. He didn't quite kick his feet up onto the desk, but he looked that arrogant. ?You will be a background model on a BDSM shoot. That means you wear a gag, stand in a corner with your hands tied, and watch while the main girl is videotaped. Bottom line, the filming studio will pay you two thousand dollars for a couple minutes of screen time. And nobody will even be focused on you. Since it's your first shoot, and you might not get another job for months, I won't even take a commission.? Ricky checked his watch. ?You would have to leave in twenty minutes. What do you say??
Two thousand dollars? For a couple of hours standing in a corner? Relief flooded through her. ?Okay. I can do that.? Katie only had a vague idea of what BDSM was, but she couldn't pass up the chance to make two grand for a few hours as a background model. The camera wouldn't be focused on her, and after what she had just went through, she thought it'd be a piece of cake.
?Great!? Ricky said. ?I'll call your cab right now.?
Ricky made the call, then printed out papers for her to sign. He went through all the details while Katie dressed. She was doing one shoot for two thousand dollars as a background model. He clarified a few points about payment and transportation, and then her cab was there. ?Have them sign this one and give you a copy, okay??
?You're not coming with?? she asked.
?No, no, no. I have models shooting on set right now. If I were with them everywhere they went, I'd never book a shoot. Good luck!? Ricky said.
The cab ride was torture. Katie wouldn't be taking pictures for a single agent to look at. A video of her was going to be posted to a public website for the whole world to see. Mostly, she was scared, but a small part of her, the same part that had been turned on by Ricky's touch and his impatient commands, was excited. Anyway, she told herself it wasn't a big deal. She was just a background model.
Twenty minutes later, she arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned factory, and suddenly she was scared for a whole different reason. She reminded herself that Ricky had set up the shoot, so it had to be okay. ?You're already paid up,? the driver said, before speeding off.
An older man in a black suit met her at the front door. He wore a white button down beneath the jacket, making him look like every FBI agent she'd ever seen in a movie. ?We're running way behind today, come on.? He hurried her into the building, leading her through a hallway and into a small room. ?Do you have the papers?? he asked.
Shit! She must have left them in the cab. ?N-no, I'm sorry. I forgot them in the cab.?
He waved away her apology with a smile. ?Don't worry. I'll get a copy right now. Happens all the time.? He disappeared.
The whole encounter had been less than a minute long, and Katie just now got the chance to examine the inside of the factory. Instead of dirty, as she had expected, it was almost hospital-clean. The concrete floor was smooth and dust free. The walls, although ugly, were only made to look like they belonged to an abandoned building, like a costume. The lighting was bright and clear.
The man burst through the door. ?Here,? he said, handing her a clip board and a pen. While she signed on the X he told her she was to refer to him as Master Pearl. He said nothing else. When she was finished, he gestured for her to follow him, and took her into a much larger room. Two cameras were set up on tripods, with a couple more held by black-clothed cameramen. Along one wall there was a large wooden X with chains dangling from it. Hooks and ropes and pulleys were bolted to the ceiling and wall and floor. A rack of leather whips sat off to one side. Katie felt her stomach clench. She knew the whips weren't going to be used on her, but they were still frightening to look at.
?Over here, let's go,? he said, impatiently. Katie jumped to follow, knowing she should be offended at his tone, but too nervous to actually feel it. He took her to the X on the wall, and Katie wondered nervously if she would be tied to it for the entire shoot. ?Clothes off.?
Katie swallowed, then began to undress. There were so many people here. At least a dozen men were working around the large room; decorating, adjusting lighting, setting the cameras up in just the right spot. She got her shirt off and Master Pearl took it from her, rolling his finger in a way that meant speed up. Katie unbuttoned her jeans, then realized she'd have to take her shoes off first. She felt stupid. Her cheeks colored. Having this stranger stare at her while she undressed humiliated her in a way that was entirely different than Ricky. Ricky had made her feel dirty, this man made her feel like an object. Like something owned.
Her cheeks burned hotter the more clothing she took off, until she was standing in front of him naked, one arm over her breasts, the other covering her sex, unable to look him in the eyes. ?Hands behind your back,? he said. She was shaking, unable to look at his face, but she did as she was told. He looked her body over briefly, making her feel vulnerable and exposed, then he turned her around by her shoulders and slipped a loop of coarse rope around her wrists. He cinched it tight, making it pinch. ?Open up.? Master Pearl reached around her and pushed something the size of an apple into her mouth. It stretched her jaw open painfully, barely squeezing between her teeth, then the sound of a belt buckle locked it in place, making her whimper. He tugged her backwards and she heard metal snap shut against her wrists. She pulled, but her hands were stuck, as she had expected. She had to breathe through her nose because the gag blocked too much of her mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin, which she tried to wipe on her shoulder, but tilting her head sideways only made it worse.
She tried to keep her thoughts small and reassuring. Breathe. Don't be scared. You're just a background model. But her eyes kept falling on the whips, and she wondered for the first time where the other model was. A cameraman came up close to her, pointing the camera at her face and then scanning down her body, over her breasts, down to her sex. She tried to squeeze her legs together to hide herself, but it was inadequate.
Katie felt tears on her cheeks. She did not want to be a part of this. She tried talking through the gag, but found it too large and tight to do anything but grunt. She tried to wiggle her hands free, but she was too tightly bound. Master Pearl took notice of her when she screamed into the gag in frustration. The look he gave her was not warm.
?Are you uncomfortable, Katie?? Katie nodded her head. She felt more tears when Master Pearl put his hands on her body. ?Does this make you feel better??
Katie turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut. His hands mauled her breasts, her belly, her back. She yelped when he smacked her ass. ?Spread your legs,? he said.
Katie responded by closing them even more tightly together.
?You don't want to disobey me.? His tone was flat and hard as hammered steel. He waited patiently for her to spread her legs, but she would not. ?Very well,? he said.
Katie felt him move away from her, and risked opening her eyes. By the time she found him, he was already returning with a coil of rope. She wanted to cry and beg and plead, but the gag prevented it. Hot tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva on her chin. Master Pearl took an ankle in a painful grip, looped a length of rope around her soft skin, and secured her leg to the wall. He moved on to her other ankle, so they were tied like her hands; together, and to the wall. More rope looped around her knee, Master Pearl yanking it painfully to the side, exposing her most delicate parts. When he was finished, her pussy was spread wide for his view. Katie struggled to keep balance, the binding on her wrists held her upright several times when she should have fallen.
He stepped back, rubbing his hands together, admiring his work. ?Do you know how wet you are?? he asked. He was the second man that had said something similar to her today. She felt like a whore.
More tears flooded her eyes. The horrible thing was, he was right. She could feel her juices dripping down her legs. Worse, some part of her seemed to enjoy what he was doing to her.
?Would you like me touch your pussy, Katie??
She felt an animal hunger burn inside her at his words. Katie nodded her head, even as she tried to say, 'No'.
Master Pearl smeared two fingers in her saliva before rubbing her clit. Katie's head fell back, breathing heavily, moaning with his touch, her legs shaking with pleasure. When he thrust his fingers inside her she groaned with satisfaction. They were so thick it almost hurt. Katie pushed her hips against his hand as he pumped them in and out of her pussy. It had been months since a man had given her an orgasm, and she felt one building already. Beads of sweat sprang up on her skin as her heart raced faster and faster. She was out of breath and on the brink when Master Pearl pulled his fingers from her body. Katie grunted, then whined desperately, begging him with her eyes.
?I did not give you permission to cum,? he said, waving his wet fingers in a negative gesture and a look of disapproval.
?Nngh,? Katie grunted, her best attempt to say 'please', her eyebrows scrunched and frustrated.
?I'm sorry, my dear, but you must earn it.? He reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, then pried it from between her teeth.
Katie let out a sound of relief, saliva dripping out of her mouth. She worked the pain out of her jaw, opening and closing it, then swallowing to clear her throat. ?Please,? she said, her voice hoarse and weak.
?What will you do for me?? he asked.
Katie knew what he wanted to hear. She also knew she shouldn't say it. Deep inside her head, where the thinking part was still working, she knew she was on camera and that this was a turning point, despite anything she might have signed. But the thinking part of her was growing smaller and weaker in the wake of her need. ?Anything,? she said.
Master Pearl smiled. ?Good.? Katie's ankles and knees were still tied, so when he reached back and undid the bondage from her wrists with no more than a couple tugs, she lost balance and fell against him. He did not help her or hold her. ?Take my cock out.?
Katie looked away in shame, but she reached out and unbuckled Master Pearl's belt, unbuttoned his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, so his cock, only half-hard, flopped out.
?Take me in your hand,? he said. ?Stroke me.?
Her fingers didn't quite wrap all the way around, he was so thick. She stroked him the best she could, tied up awkwardly as she was. While she stroked, he slide his fingers along her slit, breaking her concentration and making her moan. ?Don't stop,? he said, firmly. She began stroking his cock again as he pushed his slick fingers into her mouth. She had never tasted herself before, but she sucked on his fingers greedily.
Master Pearl loosed the ropes at her knees, giving them some slack before he said, ?Squat.? She did, eyes now level with his cock, frightened and excited about what she knew was coming next. Surprising her, Master Pearl took her hands and forced them behind her head, tying them together and back onto the wall so that her elbows were bent up by her ears, hands resting against the base of her neck. The position arched her back, pushing her breasts out and tilting her hips, elongating her smooth, flat stomach. Katie felt exposed with her knees so wide, her bare pussy exposed to all the cameras.
Master Pearl pulled something black and silver out of his pocket. It took Katie a moment to recognize it as a paper clamp. The kind used on stacks of paper too thick for staples. They bit down with painful force. She knew because she had accidentally pinched her finger in one once.
?Please,? she begged. ?I don't need that. Please. I'll suck your cock.? Her voice rose higher and louder with every word until she was jerking frantically at the bonds holding her in place.
?Yes, you will suck my cock. But I am also going to put these on your nipples,? he said. ?If you're a good girl, and you don't make a noise, I won't put a third one on your clit.?
Katie clamped her mouth shut. She was breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling like she was in the middle of a hard run. Master Pearl took a small breast in one hand, squeezing it so her nipple stuck out even further. Katie watched the clamp close over her nipple, flattening it in a way it was never meant to endure. She exhaled forcefully, trying with all her will to keep herself silent. The second one, perhaps because she was already in so much pain, made her whimper. Her eyes went wide in fear. ?No, no, no, please!? she begged, her eyes filling with tears.
?I'm sorry,? Master Pearl said as he pulled another clamp from his pocket. His cock now stood up, the head purple and slick with pre-cum. He knelt down and stroked her clit with a finger, making her moan despite how badly her nipples hurt. For a moment she thought he might have been bluffing, trying to scare her, then she felt the plastic bite into her clit. It was a harsh, burning pain, so intense all other thoughts ceased immediately. Color seeped out of her vision. She clamped her eyes shut when she began to feel dizzy. At first, she twisted away from him, but that only yanked on the clamp painfully, making her scream and bite her lip. The pain seemed to go on for hours, but it could have only been a few minutes. Eventually, the pain ebbed to a warm ache, leaving her breathless and tired, sagging against the bondage, allowing the ropes to hold her up.
When the pain had receded enough, Katie realized her need to be pleasured had only increased. Her legs trembled with the anticipation of Master Pearls touch.
Master Pearl took a handful of her thick, dark hair. Katie, knowing what her master wanted, opened her mouth obediently as he pushed his cock between her lips. He was hot and hard, salty with pre-cum, and nearly as thick as the ball gag. When his cock was wet with her saliva, he tightened his grip on her hair and shoved his cock deeper into her throat, until she was gagging and coughing. Katie fought to breathe with his cock so deep, but she felt herself getting light-headed.
Abruptly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving her panting desperately for air. Before she could catch her breath, he shoved his cock into her mouth again. When the head of his penis hit her throat he reached down and twisted the clamps. Katie screamed into his cock, her nipples burning as if they were on fire, fighting not to bite him because she knew he would punish her harshly if she did.
Then, all at once, the pressure on her nipples released. She heard the clamps clatter to the floor, his cock still buried in her throat. A moment later, when the blood rushed back into her nipples, the pain doubled. Again, she felt the light in the room dim. When he eventually pulled out, she collapsed against the ropes, sucking air into her lungs in great big heaves. She was dripping with sweat, a mess of saliva running down her chin and chest to her aching nipples and burning clit.
Master Pearl disappeared for a moment, but Katie barely noticed, too busy catching her breath. There was a sound like a sharp crack, and then her breasts ignited in renewed pain. He whipped her over and over with something made out of a dozen leather strips. The leather pinched her flesh, bruising her skin and sending shock waves of sharp, stinging pain through her body. He worked her breasts until they were red as apples, then moved down her belly, to her exposed inner thighs. The pain was immediate and intense. She tried to tell him she couldn't take any more, that she'd do anything if he stopped, but her words were lost in her screams. Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he stopped.
?Please . . . please . . .? She tried to say, 'please stop', but she didn't have the strength to finish. Her lower lip quivered, her eyes stung from so many salty tears. She watched the welts rise on her breasts and belly and thighs. Then she saw how Master Pearl was positioned, squatting down between her legs, aiming carefully at her pussy. ?No, please,? she begged, frantically trying to squeeze her legs shut even though the bondage wouldn't let her.
The first strike snapped the clamp off her clit, tugging at it harshly as it went, the pain was so bad she couldn't even scream. She just pulled her lips back and gritted her teeth, her body jerking with every sting of the whip. Master Pearl didn't let her rest, instead he whipped her pussy all the more vigorously.
Master Pearl struck her clit again and again until, at some point she hadn't noticed, her body began to register the pain as pleasure. She felt an orgasm building. Master Pearl seemed to recognize what was happening to her and increased the force and speed of the strokes, until Katie, now thrusting her hips to meet the blows, screamed with the release she had been waiting for. Her body shook violently, she bucked against the bondage, all the sensations overwhelming her. It seemed to last forever, then she slumped against the ropes, dazed and half-unconscious.
Master Pearl gave her no rest. He shoved his cock into her mouth, thrusting deep and fast until she felt his cock throbbing. ?Swallow everything,? he said, just before thick spurts of cum hit her tongue and throat. She had to swallow several times to get it all down, gagging and coughing as she did, but by the time Master Pearl pulled his cock out of her mouth, every drop was in her belly. ?Good girl,? he said.
Katie, exhausted, closed her eyes and lost all awareness.
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