by Writing Shark
You drug Emma
“Good morning Miss Watson.” I’m going to fuck your brains out until you see stars you little bitch.
The day has just started and you don’t like getting up early. But it’s important to show this spoilt little bitch her place. And you finally want to fuck her. You’ve never had to wait longer than a week for pussy and you’ve decided on your most tried and tested method with this crazy feminist. Brute force.
Her hand is delicate and feminine in yours and she smiles businesslike while you show her the photo studio. Today you have a cover shoot for a medium-sized women’s magazine and you’re using the small photo studio you’ve rented out in the city. How many crazy models you’ve already fucked here… Women in the fashion industry are all crazy.
“It’s important to me that the photos look classic and yet sexy,” the young aspiring actress insists with annoying self-confidence. You just nod and turn the female photographer towards her.
What Emma should realize as a feminist, but like all feminists don’t, is, that women do much worse things to women than men do. Men are only interested in sex, women want to destroy. And so is Octavia, the corpulent photographer on your payroll, who has an even greater hatred of pretty women and girls than you could ever muster. But Emma still asks you to step back to give the artist some space.
“We’ll call the men if we need anything from them,” Octavia grins and banishes you to a chair and a table a little way off. From there you can skip the boring part of the shoot where Emma isn’t naked and humiliated and watch the porn videos your interns and Olivia send you on your mobile phone.
Things only get interesting when Octavia suggests a break and gives you a sign. Like a gentleman, you hand Emma a glass of water.
“There’s no vodka in it, is there?” she enquires skeptically.
“Miss Watson, what do you think of me?” you ask, shocked. “We work together. Alcohol has no place here.” She looks at you skeptically, you already know the staring contest, then she nods.
“Girls have to be careful in this world,” she says, not sounding apologetic. “I thought you knew that.”
“Ahmen,” says Octavia.
“That’s true,” you say, watching Emma drink. “But you should still be a bit more lenient.”
“More lenient? Why?”
“Because there are certain rules in this business that we all have to abide by.”
“Rules that men have set?” Your plan is working. You stick to your rules. There’s no vodka in the glass. But there is a strong horse stimulant mixed with Rohypnol and various tranquillizers. You never have contact with your chemist, but you do have Scarlett, who you often lend him for a few days. Sex for drugs, simple as that. In Emma’s glass floats your own little mixture for the really hard cases and you have to sit down again so that Emma doesn’t see your massive boner. “Women have been working under Hollywood rules for too long” she snorts. Then she sees your gaze, neutral and hard. In your head, you’re already imagining her naked and Emma hands you an olive branch. “I look forward to working with you to rectify this shortcoming.” Too little. Too late. Her fate is sealed. You look at Octavia, who is not as strong as you and cannot hide her hatred for the younger, prettier girl.
“Shall we continue sweety?” she asks. You grin, you know what would happen if you called Emma that. Fucking double standards. Emma drains her glass and nods eagerly.
“Exactly like that. That’s good. Go on. Turn around. Show me.” It sounds like you’re fucking someone and actually these shoots are exactly the same. Feminists everywhere contradict each other when they praise these shoots on the one hand, because it shows women in superior positions and illustrates the role of women in the modern world, and on the other hand, they hate it because it objectifies women as sex objects. You see it more simply. The only thing women can market in society is their beauty and you respect women like Olivia for knowing that. Girls like Emma too often think they have another value, that they work just as hard in their air-conditioned offices as construction workers or firefighters. You’ve only seen male construction workers on your way here and even if you’re a lazy-ass rapist with a sick brain, you’re smart enough to know who has the power in this society.
“Can we… have a quick…” The drugs begin to take effect as Emma shakes her head. The deal with Octavia is clear. No sex while she’s there and she gets to humiliate the young girl first. That’s okay with you and you enjoy the show the two ladies are giving you.
“No break now,” says Octavia firmly and continues taking photos. Your model feels how the drugs make her mind soft, her nipples hard, her mouth dry and her cunt wet. Her short-term memory becomes fuzzy and her inhibitions are lowered. It’s so easy and Octavia, driven by rage, doesn’t need a plan. “Take your clothes off.” Emma wobbles around on her high-heeled shoes in her chic, chaste dress and looks at her questioningly.
“What?” You jump in.
“We want to celebrate feminism, Emma,” you explain to her in a calm voice. In this state, Emma is like a pregnant cow. She is cautious, but also knows that she is too stupid to go against her handler. “Let’s celebrate women’s self-confidence.”
“But… The contract says…”
“Isn’t that what you want?” You get up and stand next to Octavia. “Surely you can feel it too, can’t you?”
“I… yes… I think… yes…” It’s hard for her to say ‘no’, the favorite word of so many women.
“Do you see? You like it after all.”
“… Yes…” And Emma starts to move. Octavia and you already have experience and while the woman continues to take photos and Emma sways back and forth, you turn on just the right music. The beat is reflected in Emma’s open mind and opens her up to your words.
“That’s it. Go on. You can feel that you like it.” Emma giggles.
“What’s happening to me?” Her brain knows something is wrong but the signals aren’t getting through.
“You’re a strong woman,” you tell her and grin wickedly. She nods. “And now take your clothes off.”
“But… why…”
“Just do it. You want to.”
“Yes… but…” But she’s already starting to pull her dress off her shoulders while Octavia captures everything. If worst comes to worst, the photos are a good way to keep her in line, but that won’t be necessary.
“Fuck…” moans the photographer as Emma tugs on her nipples.
“Yes. Fuck,” you grin softly. “You have sexy tits, Emma.”
“Do you like my titties?” she asks, sounding drunk. She’s still too confused to see the string of wet cunt juice running down her thighs. Her body is on overdrive and you just have to steer her in the right direction.
It’s easy with the drugs. One part is making Emma unbelievably horny, the other part is highly addictive. First comes sex, then the symptoms of withdrawal. The sex will corrupt her and when the horse stimulant stops working, the withdrawal symptoms will drive her back into your arms. And as a little bonus, Emma will learn to appreciate the sex that follows once she’s begged for her next dose from you.
“Oh yes. And you seem to like showing it off.”
“What? N…N…” She already can’t say it.
“Yes, of course I do. Look down.” She almost falls over in front as she obeys you.
“Oh… wow… what…”
“Feel it,” you say and Emma runs a finger through the wet film on her thighs. She giggles as she examines her wet fingertips. Her dress hangs over her hips and starts to slide lower and lower. “Wait.” You quickly rush to her and take her in your arms. Her body is hot and sweaty and she looks at you out of wide eyes.
“What are you… doing…”
“I’m helping you,” you say quietly and pull her dress down further. Finally, she stands on the stage in nothing but high heels and white pants.
“And now finger yourself, you little whore.” Octavia’s hatred is getting the better of her, but you can’t blame her.
“What… How dare you…” But you put your fingers over her mouth.
“Take it easy, Emma.” Then your hand moves down. The young girl draws in a surprised breath as your fingers glide over the soaking wet fabric of her panties. “Do you see? It’s quite normal for women to call each other such words.”
“Yes… Wait… Is it?” You nod slowly and start rubbing her over her panties. Emma immediately moans and her body begins to tremble.
“Don’t you like it like that? You like being naked Emma.” You carefully plant new thoughts in her head. “You like being watched by others.”
“Yes…”
“And you like being told what to do. Otherwise it wouldn’t feel like this.”
“Yes… But…” She is so weak and helpless in your hands. “But I’m… a…”
“A strong woman knows her weaknesses, Emma,” you tell her. Then you pull her trousers off her legs. Octavia takes a few good photos of the naked girl, but Emma only has eyes for you. “Do you know your weaknesses?”
“N… I don’t… know…”
“Yes, Emma. Tell me what you want.” Emma looks at you with empty eyes. The drugs have entered her system and from now on you can do anything you want to her.
“I want…” She shakes her head. “Tell me what I want…”
“Good girl.”
Writing Shark 