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Photo Shoot
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Photo Shoot (2)
as told to Hugh Jardon
She was early for their appointment at the warehouse. He had said
they'd use it as a studio for their first photo-shoot, but as she walked up
the steps to the door it looked deserted. Angie carried an oversized
shoulder bag that doubled as both her purse and carry-all for her "extras"
she'd brought at his suggestion.
Jim had arrived hours earlier, and had busied himself with the
necessary arrangements for the photo session. The lighting had been placed
carefully, and several curtains had been hung in a semi-circle all but
surrounding the four foot by eight foot posing stage he'd built especially
for her photographs. It stood three feet high, and was covered with padded
blue drape.
Hearing her car, he opened the heavy metal door that had once led
to the office of the old warehouse. Startled by the unexpected motion,
Angie yelped in surprise and almost jumped off the cinder block steps.
"Oh! Jim! I...I..thought you weren't here yet..." she stammered in
her nervousness.
"I've been here a while setting up......Sorry if I spooked you."
he answered offering her a hand across the threshold. "This old place isn't
much to look at, but I think it'll serve our needs very well. It's really
private, and has loads of room."
Inside, it was almost dark, and smelled faintly of.......cotton-
seed oil, she finally recognized. The place was huge, and appeared empty
save for the well-lit area in the center. As they walked across the hard
concrete floor, Angie recognized the setting as a make-shift studio complete
with an elevated posing stage. From their stands, four halogen lamps
flooded the stage area in a warm brilliance, and slowly she began to relax.
"Maybe this guy DOES know what he's doing" she thought.
Overhead there were two warehouse lights burning dimly in their
rusted housings casting a pale glow that effectively spread its canopy of
light like a luminescent tent. Although the day was a drizzling overcast,
and somewhat chilly outside, here within the "studio", Angie began to feel
the warmth produced by the lights. Were she had initially been almost un-
comfortable, she now was feeling at ease, and warm as she sat on the edge
of the platform.
"You'll stay plenty warm under these lights as soon as we start the
shoot" Jim said noticing her relax. "and we might as well get started as
soon as you're ready. If you'd like, you can change behind there" he waved
toward a small gap in the drapes just at the edge of the circle of light.
"I brought the things you suggested," she said matter-of-factly,
"and...." her voice turning sultry in tone "I added some things I thought
would be neat". She patted the large bag sitting next to her on the stage.
He was adjusting one of the cameras in the shadows, and as Angie
scanned the edge of the lighted arc, she recognized a video camera on the
other tripod. He had said that video was the best way to analyse the way
a model moved after a session, sort of like an instant replay. "Maybe this
guy isn't so strange after all....." she thought to herself as she headed
toward the "dressing room".
She was almost finished changing, when he asked "What'd you bring
for the first set?"
"Oh, you'll see....and I think you'll like it!" she sang.
She walked slowly from the semi darkness into the studio lighting,
making sure that he was paying attention before stepping onto the steps to
the stage. Jim's eyes widened as he looked up from the lens he was cleaning.
There, against the royal blue of the stage drape she stood in a pale pink
evening gown. As she moved, he noticed that the left side was slit almost
to her hip, and a lot of leg......a LOT of leg slid out. He reached over to
the "boom-box" and pressed 'play'. Strains of Ravels' Bolero pulsed through
the shadows and the beat soon swept Angie into its' rhythm. She moved about
the stage posing as Jim shot frame after frame of her lithe figure in motion
as, almost unnoticed in the shadows, the 'record' LED on the video-corder
winked.
Angie soon was as warm as she felt comfortable with, working under
the bright lights. Jim was now directing her motions first this way, then
the other....head up, tilt left, more thigh, right hip down, the directions
came quickly, and sooner than she realized, Angie was starting to perspire.
"Break-time", he said as he reloaded film into the cameras he'd
been using....three she thought.
As she was resting, sitting on the stage edge, Jim came over and,
brushing her hair off her shoulder, slid the zipper on the back of her gown
down to the middle of her back.
"Might as well move on to the 'fleshier' stuff 'fore we use a whole
day in a dress." he said coolly. "What sort of 'other stuff' did you bring?
Anything crude and socially degrading?" he laughed.
"Remember the picture I said I'd hacked called 'Gutted'?" she asked
looking off into the darkness.
"Yes, I seem to recall that it was about you getting a steel shaft
shoved through your stomach and then having pictures taken as the blood ran
down your legs...." he answered almost questioningly.
"I brought a real one with me......" her voice trailed off as she
flushed crimson.
"You mean you brought a steel shaft.....and you want to try a mock-
up of the other picture?"
"Not exactly." her voice gained a determined edge, "I want to do a
REAL scene, and get the pictures to prove it!"
"You can't expect to sit there and think that you're asking me to
play 'shish-kabob' with a piece of pipe through your stomach, Angie...." his
tone was more disbelieving than anything. "You wouldn't survive the trip to
the hospital if I remember the story and the picture you did.........but...
..." he trailed off in thought.
"But what........Jim, what!?" she turned with an excited gleam in
her eyes.
Hesitatingly, Jim started to unveil the plan he had devised when he
first saw the "gutted" picture. It could be done....for real, but with some
strategic differences, and some additions! The "gutting" would be modified
so as not to endanger piercing internal organs, major arteries or nerves,
while still being real. In addition, Jim explained, another set of shafts
would be used to enhance the effort, and "to balance the pictures" .
"Always a damn photographer!" Angie snapped before she saw his grin
spreading. "You're really serious about doing this with me aren't you?" she
looked into his eyes for the answer.
"If you're committed enough to try it, I guess I'm committed enough
to help and make sure you don't poke someone in the eye in the process!
Besides, I want to be here when you get to do the 'extras'."
"What 'extras' are you talking about?" she asked, her voice betray-
ing her excitement.
"Here's the process, the way I see it.......First, you'll need to
get yourself pretty relaxed......say at least half a bottle of wine oughtta
do it. Then we'll start the camcorder rolling. Next, after we've made sure
that everything's free of rust and spider webs, we'll start with the first of
the piercings."
"Piercings....Plural....as in more than one!??" she fairly bubbled.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, to make everything balance out, I thought that you should
have each breast pierced along with your.....er....ah....lower abdomen. Just
so the pictures look right......." he said with an unrestrained chuckle.
"....but..when..can...we...do...this?" Angie managed through her
excited breathing. She'd maintained her coolness and composure up until the
very end, until Jim had mentioned more than one piercing, then her wild
fantasies took hold and she felt the "goose-bumps" rise and became aware
that she was becoming very wet.
"I've got to go get a couple of things, but you just sit here and
try to get relaxed." he directed as he handed her a glass and filled it with
a very fine blush chablis. "I'll be back in about half an hour, so don't you
go anywhere."
"We're really going to do this aren't we?", her voice clouding with
a husky throaty tone Jim seemed to recognize.
"If you're serious about it, we will." he turned and strode toward
the door, glancing out of the corner of his eye to confirm that the red led
on the camcorder was still flickering.
Angie was almost beside herself with excitement. For years, she'd
dreamt of this really happening, and now she was within reach of it. Her
right hand raised and brushed against her left breast sending a shiver of
unbridled lust deep into her belly. As she pressed against her lightly
covered mound, she felt the nipple stiffen under her hand. "He'll be gone
for half an hour", she said to herself, "and I just can't wait...."
Shrugging her shoulders, the gown slipped forward, and she slid the straps
down her arms. Standing on the first step of the stage, Angie let the dress
fall around her ankles. With a kick she propelled the discarded garment to
the carpeted floor. There, in the blaze of the halogens, she stood in just
a pair of pale pink lace panties. Panties which were already well soaked
at the crotch from the posing......Oh how she loved to model, and this time
they hadn't even taken any nude shots yet. As she sat back down on the stage
Angie remembered the "extras" she'd brought with her in her bag. Sliding off
the posing platform, she dashed over to the "dressing room" and retrieved
her bag.
Laying back on the soft warmness of the platform, Angie's hand
again crept to her breast, naked now under the lights. Taking the hard nub
of her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she rolled it slowly. Her
other hand, resting on her smooth belly, began to trace a path lower down
her belly. "Right here is where he'll put it." she thought as her fingers
crept beneath the elastic of her panties. The bittersweet sensation of
mentally generated pain sent a shudder through her, and she pinched at her
nipple with one hand and at the top of her pubic hair with her other. She
hadn't often allowed herself the pleasure of heavy "self stimulation" as she
called it....she couldn't get used to the term 'masturbation'. Today, was
another story. Angie was turned on. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. As
turned on as she could remember, and Jim had hardly touched her shoulder. It
wasn't him though, really. It was sexual, yes, but it was also sensual. He
was but the vehicle to her pleasures. She slipped her hand lower, slim
fingers stealing between her moist lips and plying the sensitive bud there.
As she massaged her clit to a new hardness, a low throaty moan slipped from
her throat. Leaving her firm breast, her right hand felt for the oversized
bag she's brought. Fumbling through the contents, she hissed "Yessss!" as
she brought out a small black paper clamp. Often she had used these in her
school work to bind together a stack of papers, but now she had an entirely
different use for the spring clamp. Flexing its' jaws between her thumb and
forefinger, she brought it to her erect left nipple and slowly let the edges
close over the taut pink flesh. "Uuunnnnngggghhhh!" she moaned as a wave of
sheer pleasure/pain passed through her on its way to where her fingers still
probed. "Ohhhh, Yesssss!" she hissed between clenched teeth as the wave re-
bounded of her clitoris and ran its way to the lobes of her mid-brain that
produced her gut-wrenching orgasms. Her fingers swept a rhythm across her
throbbing clit as she moved her now free right hand beneath her left. Probing
the wetness there, she pressed her index and middle fingers into her wet,
hot tunnel feeling the muscles grasp her fingers. She realized the special
spot she craved to stroke was not within her reach, even as she pulled her
knees to her chest shortening her muscled tunnel. Almost desperately she
grabbed at the bag, again searching its' contents for a familiar shape."YES,
Yes, there you are." she squealed as her hand brought forth its prize. She
moved the object between her widely splayed thighs and, in a move she'd done
not too many times before, pressed the tip of the eight inch long life-like
phallus into her slickened opening. Her muscles clamped and spasmed as the
wide head spread her as it moved deeper into her womanhood. Grasping the
heel of the latex shaft she plunged it deeper. The fingers of her left hand
were almost a blur as she pressed them back and forth across her straining
bud. As the head of the pseudo-penis touched her cervix, the waves of utter
pleasure crested and Angie's voice echoed her shrill animal cries of lust
throughout the building.
"OHHHHHHHH, Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh, Aaaarrrggggghhhhhh!" she screamed
at the darkness above her. Her whole body was wracked in spasms of pleasure
as she kept cumming and cumming, her body twisting lewdly against the hard-
ness of the shaft buried deep within her belly.
As the ringing in her ears began to subside, she became aware of
a familiar sound, but what was it.....As her head cleared and the post-
orgasmic fog drifted away, the sound took on an identity. Click...Click....
Click! Jerking her chin against her chest, she saw the one-eyed monster
that had been spying on her for.......how long?
The clicking stopped and was replaced by a deep throaty chuckle.
"I thought for a minute you were gonna break that thing off inside you" Jim
said as he lowered the camera and stepped into the ring of light.
"How long have you been there!??" Angie gasped, only now becoming
aware that she still held the long thick latex cock deep inside her. "You
were spying on me, you shit!" she rasped, her voice still husky with lust.
"I said I'd be back in half an hour, and that was fifteen minutes
ago, lady. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that I just couldn't
disturb you. Besides I could never have gotten those pictures if you thought
I was watching, could I?"
Angie's ruffled feathers smoothed quickly, after all they had been
going to do a free-for-all nude photo shoot from the beginning. She had
planned to put on a show for the camera, but this would be even better. She
had never watched herself before.
"I've got to be honest with you, Ang',I left the camcorder running
when I left just in case You got 'creative' while I was gone. When we get
through here, maybe you'd like to watch the movie you starred in.....!?"
"You're a sneaky sonofagun, but I think I'm really flattered that
you'd go to the trouble to capture my intimate moments like that......I hope
we can watch my video together...".
"Where did you go when you left?" Angie asked as she slid a robe
across her shoulders.
"I went to the 'friendly neighborhood S&M shop' for supplies for
later" Jim quipped. He picked up a bag marked "Central Surgical Supply" and
reached in, extracting a package about eighteen inches long. "Over here.."
he motioned her toward the stage. He laid out the long package and carefully
unfolded it. There, each in their own separate sealed compartment were
three shiny thin metal rods about as thick as a thin drinking straw. Two
were only about nine inches long and the third, maybe sixteen or seventeen.
Each was blunt on one end, but the other end was honed to a fine surgical
point that gleamed in the powerful brightness.
Angie caught her breath as she saw the shafts of gleaming steel,
and He thought she was going to start crying. "Oh, Jim, they're beautiful!
where ever did you get them?" she asked.
"I had them specially made for you. A friend is a metallurgist who
works for the hospital. He wondered what I was going to do with them, and
I told him that I was going to fulfill a special lady's wishes with them. He
didn't seem to believe me, so I told him I was going build a still! THAT,
he believed!"
"I really think they're beautiful....look at them!" Angie gushed
with unbridled excitement.
Jim poured her another glass of wine which she sipped quickly.
While he had been gone, Angie had not had any more wine, and Jim wanted her
as relaxed as possible for what was going to commence later.
"Can I watch the video while I finish this?" she asked sipping
steadily at the large glass.
Jim rewound the tape and adjusted the tripod so they could both see
the tiny viewing monitor built in to the camcorder as they sat on the stage.
As the tape started to roll Angie watched herself on the minute screen as
she was talking to Jim as he left. The camcorder had been perfectly located
to get a full-frame shot of her as she sat on the edge of the platform. She
watched as her hand crept to her breast, and Jim watched as she moved in
time with the video tape. Angie gasped as she saw herself jump up and run
off camera.
"Want some help with that?" he asked and placed his hand over hers
on her left breast. Angie gasped again as she realized what she had been
unconsciously doing as she watched the tape.
"Ummmmm" she purred as she shifted a little closer to him. "Here
we go again" as she saw her own familiar naked form reenter the scene.
Jim's hand started to gently squeeze hers, and she slowly pulled
hers away. He gently rolled her nipple in unison with her movements on the
screen. "Harder now, harder" she coached, her breathing becoming heavier and
the robe sliding from her shoulders. Jim moved to straddle behind her as
she sat on the steps, glued to the screen. Wrapping his arms around her, he
took both of her breasts in her large hands, both nipples between his
fingers.
Angie watched as her screen image slid her hand across her belly,
and she felt Jim's right hand leave her breast and slide down her flat
stomach. "The clip, the clip..." she gasped. Jim quickly reached across
the edge of the stage and brought the paper clamp to her nipple just as the
image on the screen had done.
Angie was sipping at her wine steadily, and almost choked as the
clamp closed tightly on her taut nipple. Setting the glass down, she was
almost ready as his hand slid through her pubic hair and his fingers touched
her swollen clitoris. The touch was like an electric shock as is sent waves
of sensation through her. She leaned back against him and slowly spread her
thighs to his touch. She ran her right hand over his and again dipped her
fingers into her wetness. On the screen, she watched the frustration build
on her face as her fingers fell short of their needed mark.
"In the bag....It's in the bag, Jim" she moaned turning her head
toward the large satchel. "I need it in me.....please" she groaned and
started to reach toward the bag herself.
"Want a warm one instead of that cold plastic?" Jim asked breath-
lessly. As he rocked his hips against her back she could feel the hard
bulge of his erection, and suddenly she knew what he'd meant.
"Yessssss.....quickly" she panted, her eyes returning to the tiny
screen before them. As she leaned forward, he quickly shucked off his trou-
sers and shorts. Grasping her hips he pulled her back against his belly and
his hardness slipped between her spread thighs. She reached between her
legs and grasped his thick hard shaft in her fingers. Watching the screen,
she paused. Looking over her shoulder Jim saw the Angie on the screen just
about to insert her phallic friend. Keeping perfect unison, the real Angie
pressed his cock against her slippery opening, and he felt her trying to
push him in deeper. She was reliving each moment as it occurred on the tiny
monitor, and as the latex cock slid into her, Jim shifted his angle and felt
the incredible heat of her wet vagina encase him.
"Deeper.....deeper" she urged rocking her hips against his. Just
as the one on the screen sank into into her, Jim felt himself slide even
further until, finally he was buried in her to the hilt. He felt her in-
credible heat engulf him and almost immediately her muscles began to spasm
as they appeared to on the screen. As she rocked against him, Angie started
to chant "Yesss.....Oh, Yesss.....Oh, Yessss". Jim raised his hand to her
right nipple, and taking her nipple between his finger and thumb, squeezed,
hard. She shuddered and he felt her vaginal sheath start to shorten around
his hardness. Taking the queue, he leaned forward a little, and clamping
his teeth across the muscle at the juncture of Angie's neck and shoulder and
bore down. The Trapezia nerve that he'd hit caused an entirely new set of
sensations to run through her body, and the result really pushed her "over
the edge" as wave after wave of orgasmic quakes shook Angie's body. As she
threw her head back against his shoulder, Jim again feared for the glass in
the lenses of the cameras as Angie's shrill shriek signaled yet another
magnificent orgasm. Combined with the tremendous massage his manhood was
receiving deep within her, and the thrill of watching "both" Angies exper-
ience simultaneous climaxes, the sensations overtook Jim's power of control
and he lunged even deeper as his own orgasm swept over the peak. She must
have felt the pulsing deep within her belly, because Angie was swept into
another nerve shattering, rafter-rattling spasm.
Gasping like two marathon runners, they both lay back, she on top
of him. He held her and kissed her shoulder and neck, while gently removing
the clamp from her nipple. His arms encircled her trim waist and he laid
his hands on her still pulsating belly. Jim marveled at the feel of the
muscles twittering beneath his fingertips. As his erection started to sub-
side and withdraw from deep within her he held her.
"Oh, God that was fantastic...." Angie murmured, her voice trailing
off as if she were deep in thought. "You know this really blows our pro-
fessional relationship all to hell," she almost giggled.
"Just think of it as 'in-depth' research into our latent sensuality
as it relates to our goals....." Jim volleyed, the grin on his face coming
through well in his voice.
They both began laughing at the absurdity of the situation........
Two healthy normal adults thrown together in a circumstance involving nudity
and intimacy of the highest order. Was this not the proper response to that
stimulus......
Angie lay on the white sheet they'd spread on the modeling platform.
Next to her was the empty wine bottle which was now holding a single white
candle. Her hands were not tied, but she gripped a secured towel in each as
she tried to calm her pounding heart. Jim knelt at her left side with an
array of bottles, jars and implements carefully arranged on a pink surgical
drape. Among these was a plastic razor and a tube of shaving gel.
He smoothed the green gel with his fingers, forming a modified "V"
through her pubic hair. "Lie still, now, I don't want to cut you", he said
and the total absurdity of his comment rang in the silence. With surprising
delicacy Jim cleanly removed all but an inch wide strip of her pubes leaving
very modest 'bikini-cut'. Cleaning the gel from her now near naked mound,
Jim let his fingers linger slightly across the protruding pink bud of her
clitoris. Not to be too distracted, he finished cleaning her belly. Once
her torso was free of the gelled foam, he slipped his large hands into the
surgical gloves he'd taken from their packet.
"This will be cool...." he said in a calm but authoritative voice.
He removed a sterile cloth from its' container and poured a liberal amount
of alcohol onto it. Starting just below her collar bones he thoroughly
cleansed her chest, sides, belly and well down her pubis. As he moved the
cloth across her white skin, goose bumps trailed as if off the cloth. Her
pink nipples were erect and hard as the chilling effect of the alcohol con-
trasted with the warmth of the floods.
Jim marveled at the perfect cones of her breasts. They were not as
large as some he'd seen, but were delicate and perfectly formed. He almost
regretted what he was about to do, but it was not his decision to make.
Picking one of the shorter shafts, Jim carefully unwrapped it from
the sterile package. It gleamed in the powerful lights and the tip had been
honed to a surgical point. About nine inches long, it was not quite as big
around as a drinking straw. Kneeling next to Angie's side, he grasped her
right nipple between his left thumb and forefinger holding it tightly. She
let out a low groan as he pulled her nipple away from her chest, and said
"Hold tight, Ang'". From the corner of his eye, he saw her hands ball into
small fists around the towels looped around her wrists. Placing the bright
point against the flesh, Jim pressed slowly as he watched the soft whiteness
of her breast give way to a bright red drop of blood as the tip of the rod
pierced her skin. As she drew in a hissing breath, he firmly pressed the
entire shaft through her breast, the point emerging from the swell about an
inch and a half from her nipple. A single trickle of blood slowly seeped
down each side of her breast from the entrance and exit holes. Her body was
like a piece of wood as Jim released Angie's nipple, and she gave a great
ragged gasp as the pain washed over her. Jim noticed that her body started
to move in the same manner as when she experienced a massive orgasm........
"Could it be.....?!" he said to himself.
"Ready for the second one?" he asked her. She said nothing, but
nodded her head, and the look in her eyes, through a sea of welled-up tears,
told him that she was indeed ready to continue.
Picking up the second of the short shafts in his right hand, Jim
grasped Angie's left nipple, squeezing tightly, and pulled it towards him.
This time he had no doubt that the reaction of her body indicated that Angie
had experienced another orgasm. Placing the point against the outer swell
of her left breast, Jim firmly skewered her left breast; and as he released
her nipple, a faint whimper escaped her lips before the spasms of yet a
third orgasmic wave washed over her.
Throughout the two breast-piercings, Angie heard a familiar sound,
and although she could not determine it's action, she knew what it was.....
the sounds of a camera shutter and a auto-film advance motor-drive. "Camera,
How?" was all she whispered through her emotions.
"Remote shutter-release that's foot controlled" Jim answered, and
added "Neither of us would want to miss these pictures!.......want to take a
breather before we do the last one?"
"Don't wait....CAN'T wait" was the plea form her lips.
Moving off the edge of the platform he'd been kneeling upon, Jim
moved between Angies legs, held spread-eagled by the looped towels she had
slipped them through. Not really restraints, and she could remove her hands
and her legs at any time, the towels served more as traction assists and
gentle reminders to stay still. Reaching across her trembling left thigh,
Jim removed the last and longest shaft. This one, over twelve inches long.
Placing his left hand over Angie's newly trimmed pubis, Jim noticed
that lips of her womanhood were glistening with her secretions of excitement
and were almost.....pulsing. Quelling the urge to stroke her rigid clitoris
just once more, Jim looked again into her eyes to be sure she was not going
to panic at the last moment. What he saw brought a smile to his tense lips
as she was blushing at the realization that he knew beyond a shadow of a
doubt that this was exciting her possibly more than anything before. Her
eyes, although awash with tears of pain, were also ablaze with erotic pass-
ion, a passion Jim had seldom seen before. He could barely hear her as she
rasped "DO IT!".
Grasping firmly on the tuft of pubic hair that remained after his
barbering, Jim pulled steadily as the skin over her pubic bone stretched
elastically. As if drawing in her stomach muscles, Angie flexed her abdomen
and yet another inch of flesh loosened. When he was certain that the organs
in her lower belly had settled, Jim moved the point of the shaft to a spot
just inside Angie's hipbones, but past the femoral artery and nerve bundle.
Angling slightly upward, he pressed the point into her flesh and pushed.
Like tires skidding on hot pavement crossed with the wail of a banshee, the
ardent silence of the old warehouse was shattered by her scream. A long,
shrill screech that almost caused him to stop. He carefully listened for
the word they had agreed upon that was the signal to stop. He had learned
through his "research" that "stop", "no-more", "please", "don't" and the
like were sometimes not really meant, but that a "code-word", not associated
with emotions of lust and agony should be chosen to communicate the true
intention to stop on the part of either participant. They had agreed upon
"street-car" as it was most probably going to be uttered out of passion,
anger, lust or pain. As the echo of her shriek died down, Jim listened
carefully to her breathing for any hint of "street-car" or anything that
sounded even remotely similar. Only the ragged gasps filling her lungs was
heard, intermixed with a faint sob. Glancing again toward her groin, he saw
that the shaft was emerging from a point exactly opposite where it had
entered, a slight ooze of crimson seeping from each opening.
"It's done, Ang'" he said, his own voice surprisingly steady in
view of the preceding.
He watched as she slipped her wrists from the towel loops, and he
reached to free her ankles. Moving from between her thighs, he stood beside
her and helped her to a sitting position, realizing that she was covered in
perspiration. Taking a towel, Jim patted gently at Angie's shoulders, back
and legs.
In the blaze of the floodlights the shiny metal stakes that now
protruded from her belly and breasts glinted brightly. A faint trickle of
blood made its way between her pert firm breasts and mixed with the beads of
perspiration there. Another started at he entrance point on her white belly
and followed the crease where her thigh met her torso, leaving a faint pink
line towards her shiny womanhood. Jim stepped back as he watched Angie steady
herself as she stood, her knees shaking visibly from the nervous tension she
was experiencing. Pushing herself erect, she slowly moved to the steps of
the modeling stage. As Jim offered her a hand, Angie shook her head slightly
saying "No, I need to do this by myself!". Assured that she was not going
to pass out or fall from the platform, Jim went to the Camcorder and made
some adjustments, and then picked up his SLR and started taking pictures as
Angie did her best to do some poses. It was evident to him that she must
be in some pain, as her movements were stiff and lacked the smooth fluid-
ness they had an hour earlier. After about five minutes of posing, Angie
moved towards the steps, and this time accepted Jim's offered hand to steady
her descent.
"I think I got enough pictures and video to last quite some time"
he grinned as she sat again on the towel. The thin rivulets of blood were
becoming more pronounced now, and Angie was slowly, but surely succumbing to
the pain.
As she lay back, Angie broke into a broad smile. "I DID IT!, I
really did it!" she exclaimed proudly.
"Yes you did, Lady. But now we need to tend to things at hand" Jim
tried not to show his concern.
"I'd like to ask you a favor before you remove them, Jim" she said
with a tinge of crimson tinting her pale face as she blushed.
"Anything. What can I do?" he replied
"I want you to go down on me.......eat me.....til I cum again" she
purred.
Jim rose and reached for the Camcorder, switching it off. He then
pushed the remote for the SLR to "stand-by" and moved again between Angies
thighs."I want this to be just for us....only pictures in our minds" he said
as he slipped her ankles into the towel loops. Angie slid her hands into
the loops near her shoulders as Jim kissed the inside of her right knee,
slowly, almost in agonizing slowness moving upward.
As he neared the junction of her thighs, Jim left her right leg and
moved to her left knee, repeating the slow journey upward. This time as he
neared her womanhood, he slowly let his beard tickle across the fine hairs
of her pubis and down over her straining clitoris. A shudder eased across
Angie's torso as the electricity generated by his moves sparked a wave of
pure pleasure masking those of pain. As he lowered his chin, Jim let the
underside of his tongue drag over her clit sending another wave through her
body. A soft mewing sound escaped Angie's lips as her breathing increased.
Slowly he let his tongue run around the bud of her pleasure, applying only
enough pressure to keep contact. As Angie closed her eyes, she pictured a
butterfly slowly flexing its wings against her nubbin, almost not touching
her at all. Gradually, with agonizing slowness, Jim increased the pressure
on Angies sensitive clitoris until he was able to feel her hips begin the
familiar rhythm he'd experienced an hour earlier. Increasing the tempo of
his licking as well as the pressure of his tongue, he brought his left hand
gently to the juncture below his chin. As the motion of her hips increased
to meet that of his tongue, Jim slowly inserted his index finger into the
hot moistness of her vagina, pressing into her a fraction of an inch at a
time. Small squeaks escaped from Angie's lips as her rapid breathing became
more like gasps and puffs. As his finger slid slowly in to the third joint,
he slowly started to withdraw it. Just before his finger slipped from with-
in her, he added his middle finger and again started the slow inward push.
Feeling the added member sliding deep into her added a new set of sounds to
the squeaks Angie was emitting, and when Jim added yet a third digit it was
almost too much for her to withstand. "Deeper, go deeper, Harder, harder"
she chanted breathlessly as he pressed his fingers deep into her liquid hot
center. Jim's tongue was flicking rapidly across her clit and Angie was
only a moment from the crescendo of her orgasmic symphony. With her eyes
tightly closed and her head thrown back, the waves of passion pleasure were
washing over her with each movement of Jim's tongue. She vaguely felt the
tip of his left thumb as it softly pressed against the "spider" of her anus,
now slickened with her copious secretions. As he pressed his thumb slowly
he felt the tissue part and allow passage into her lower channel. Rocking
his hand, Jim started to alternate pressing first his three fingers into her
pulsating vagina, and his thick thumb further and further into her rectus.
The combination of sensations grew too much for Angie to withstand, and with
what started as a low animal growl from deep within her, she started to
quake and convulse and emitted a scream that would have made Siree envious.
It was at that moment that Jim, his right hand wrapped around the
shaft piercing her abdomen, slowly pulled the foot-long spike from her
heaving belly. Mingled with the spasms of a "gut-wrenching" orgasm, Angie
barely noticed the twinges of pain the removal caused, in fact, those same
twinges served to further heighten the peak to which she was driven. As her
spasms slowly subsided, and her breathing began to function again, Jim
raised his face from between her thighs, and gradually withdrew his fingers
and thumb from their respectively pulsating chambers. Angie raised her head
and looked down her belly. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung agape as she
realized the shaft had been pulled from her belly, and she never realized
it. There between her legs she also saw Jim's face, his beard glistening
with her juices, a broad grin on his lips. "GOD, That was wonderful...!"
she purred. "Wha....How....uhhhh....how did you do that!?" she gasped.
"With my tongue and my thumb....." Jim grinned licking his lips in
mock hunger.
"Uh..Uh..Not THAT!" Angie giggled, "THAT....!" nodding her head to-
ward his right hand on the towel.
"You seemed busy at the moment, and I didn't really want to stop
and ask your permission, and it just sort of 'slipped out'", he proclaimed.
"God, that was good. I don't suppose you could repeat it for the
other two, could you?" she hummed.
"No, I think you'll have to grit your teeth for them. As much as I
would like to oblige, I don't think you're quite really up to it."
"And just what are you 'UP TO'?" Angie grinned craning her neck to
try to get a look at Jim's bulging crotch. With just a pair of jogging togs
on, she saw an impressive tent in his lap.
"You aren't serious.......are you?" he asked wanting to hear that
she was.
"Try me!" was all she said as she pulled her ankles free of the
towel-loops and raised her long legs high in the air, letting them spread
wide at her sides. Not needing any plainer invitation than that, Jim shed
his shorts and knelt on the platform. Angie's eyes widened again as she saw
for the first time the proportions of his manhood. The large head was a
deep crimson as it sat atop the blood engorged shaft. Seven inches long was
only slightly above average, but it's girth was well above average, and her
eyes weren't all that was to widen soon.
Grasping the bone-hard shaft on his left hand, Jim eased forward,
pressing the plum-like head against the mouth of her opening. "Oh, Yessss!"
she hissed as he pushed slowly in, her tightness surrounding him like a fist
in a satin glove. As he slowly pressed the length of him into her wonderful
ly warm passage, Jim watched as Angie's nipples tightened and her head began
to roll back against the platform. As her legs started to relax, Jim slid
his arms beneath her knees, pressing himself deeper into her. Pushing her
legs back against her chest, he heard her gasp as pressure from her knees
was exerted on her breasts. The metal rods moved as he leaned into her and
shoved the last inch of his rigid manhood into her molten softness. In this
position, Jim knew that Angie's sensitive clitoris was being pressed against
the hardness of his pubic bone, and massaged by the hardness within her. He
slowly rocked against her in a motion the both knew would soon bring them to
their peaks.
"Fuck me, Fuck me hard!" Angie whispered as she started to pull her
hips against Jim's biceps. "Make me cum again, Jim."
Knowing that her body could not withstand too much more "abuse",
Jim began to full-stroke Angie with a steady rhythm, feeling his balls slap
against her bottom as he did. Watching her closely, he was aware that Angie's
breathing was again becoming ragged and quick, and her hands were tightly
gripping the towel loops as she moved to meet his thrusts. Jim knew she was
nearing yet another orgasmic crescendo , and readied himself for its arrival
by shifting his weight from his arms to his legs. As he felt Angie's inner
muscles start to spasm and heard her exhausted breathing turn to excited
gasps, Jim grasped both of the metal shafts protruding from her breasts. As
Angie's body began to spasm in the throws of orgasm, and he felt the satin
glove of her womanhood clasp tightly around his hardness, he drove into her
sharply, deeper than before. As Angie's high-pitched cries of pleasure
filled his ears. Jim swiftly pulled both shafts from her flesh. The pitch
of her cries changed to a scream of mixed pain and pleasure as the two
stakes slid free, and her body spasmed yet more strongly under his weight as
Jim's own climax merged with hers. She was aware of the pulsing of his hard
ness deep within her as his semen spurted against her cervix.
His ears ringing with the echoes of both their cries, Jim knelt back
on his heels, still buried deep within her. He watched as the waves passing
over her diminished to ripples as her passion waned. He felt the muscles
around him relax their silky grip, and her legs loosened from around his
neck. Slowly, tenderly, he lowered her legs and waited for her to regain as
much of herself as she could. Two small trickles of crimson leaked from
each side of her breasts, marking the entrance and exit points of the two
shafts he now held in his hands. Placing them with the other at her side, he
reached for the tube of antibiotic/styptic salve his pharmacist friend had
given him. With a tenderness of a father washing a newborne, Jim applied
the salve to the six crescent shaped punctures; two on her right breast, two
on her left, and two on either side of her abdomen between Angies hipbones
and pubic patch.
The construction of the shafts' points was such that only a small
half-moon puncture was left after the shafts were removed, which, when they
were properly tended to would leave little or no scaring.
After a brief rest, Angie, who had slipped into a gentle exhaustion
induced slumber, started to stir. Jim's hardness was slowly fading within
her, and he moved to withdraw.
"What happened?" she asked sleepily, "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yes, the blissful slumber of the satisfied I expect..." Jim smiled
as he watched her raise her head and look at her breasts.
"B..b..BOTH!?!" she asked in amazement.
"Right here beside you." he answered as he motioned to the three
shiny metal shafts that lay at her side. "Only one more 'shaft' to remove",
he grinned as he slowly slid his semi-erect penis from her warmth. "Just lie
there for a bit, while I tend to some stuff, okay...".
Jim puttered with the cameras, turning off the Camcorder, and
switching off some of the flood lamps. Angie lay calmly with her eyes half-
closed, aware of Jim's movements as the lighting dimmed.
"Do we have to end this already?" she finally asked rising to one
elbow, watching Jims naked form move about in the shadows.
"What would you like to do, have an encore" Jim chided. Stepping to
the case that held his watch, he added, "It's close to nine already, and I
think you need some rest" They had been there for over five hours, and it
seemed like only just a couple. "Besides, I've got twelve rolls of film to
develop and print, and six hours of video to edit......'all play and no work
makes Jim very unpopular with his models'". Angie remembered that she had
asked for the pictures by the next day, and made Jim promise...."no matter
what...."
Angie would show no "battle-scars" from the encounter, but would
always be reminded of it by the two tiny crescent-moons on the inside of
each breast, just barely discernible , IF you knew where to look......both
were a product of Jim's own orgasm causing his hands to twist as he pulled
the shafts from her breasts. Neither Jim nor Angie would regret these two
slight blemishes, but both would forever remember their origins.......
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