by Writing Shark
A photoshoot with Emma
Naked, needy, dumb and docile, Emma lounges on stage. She’s more of an addicted dairy cow than a feminist and now does everything you or Octavia tell her. You would have managed to subdue her without drugs, but the simple tour is sometimes fun and you don’t have the time to free every stupid girl from the plague of feminism. No, this method is quicker and more pleasant for you and also for Emma, who is currently leaning on a chair and smiling drunkenly at Octavia.
“Now shake your ass little whore.”
“I’m not a… whore…” Emma giggles as she shakes her ass. It’s tight and beautiful and soon you’ll be fucking it.
“Whores take money from men. That’s what strong women do,” you say, almost bored.
“Oh yeah… okay…” She’s getting dumber by the minute, although you didn’t start off on a high note.
“Octavia, are you ready soon?” The woman lowers the camera, Emma doesn’t even notice and continues to do poses that have been burned into her brain.
“I want to fuck her Damian,” says the black woman with anger in her voice but you shake your head.
“We didn’t agree on that,” you say.
“Oh you want to protect me” Emma giggles but is ignored.
“But I want…” Your look silences her.
“When I have domesticated her,” you finally say. Octavia already has enough incriminating photos to rub her black pussy at home until it leaks. But you don’t want to put a strain on your business relationship. After all, the slave trade only worked because the Agojie in Africa captured their slaves for the Western world. “In the meantime… Hey Emma?”
“Yes…”
“That’s good,” you grin. Finally the girl has started to openly finger herself on stage. Octavia licks her lips greedily as you both watch the girl. “What is your dirtiest sexual fantasy?” The young thing doesn’t even stop stroking her clit.
“Fisting,” she says without thinking. “This is disgusting and degrading.” She giggles again.
“Keep going… yes… continue…” Now it really sounds like a porno while Octavia is photographing Emma. The girl is trying hard to stick her fingers into her pussy, her legs spread wide and a puddle is forming on the wooden chair she’s sitting on and on the floor below.
“I… can’t…” Emma moans strained, four fingers inside her up to her knuckles. Helpful as you are, you stand up, your massive erection clearly visible in your pants.
“Wait…” Then you hear a scream, first painful, then lustful, as you grab her hand and show her the best way to humiliate herself.
“Oh Goddess… Oh Goddess…”
“Say something dirty Emma. You are strong and determined.”
“Oh…okay…ha…” The back of her hand disappears into her. “Fuck! Fukingshitfuck you son of a bitch!”
“Exactly like that,” you laugh and step back, giving Octavia time and space to humiliate the girl enough. For Emma it’s all just a game, she doesn’t even see the camera as her hand squeezes her juices from her cunt. The drugs cloud her brain, make her willing and her pussy so wet that it squelches. And they are addictive. You specifically ordered this. But now all that matters to Emma is that she comes and Octavia captures the pumping movements of her hand with several close-ups.
“Do it like this,” you say a bit later and help Emma out of the chair. Her hand still in her, she grimaces.
“This is so embarrassing,” she murmurs, looking at you for help.
“But you like it.”
“Mmmmmmhhh…. Yes…”
“Now you see it. Lie down.”
You present Emma leaning against the wall, her weight supported on her shoulders, legs stretched up and spread. A strand of her juice runs down her stomach and pools in her navel as you pull your hand out of her cunt. She cries out with pleasure, then without hesitation, she begins to rub herself wildly.
“I’m coming,” she moans in a shaky voice and rubs her pussy wildly and hard. “Fucking shitting fuck I’m coming!”
Octavia captures the actually shy girl’s orgasm in all its glory. Emma squirts her juices in a high arc onto the stage and her body, screaming and presenting her pussy and her red face, wet with drool and girl cum, to the camera. Then she wants to lie down but you hold her in position.
“You’re doing well sweetie,” you say and pat her wet thighs.
“Don’t call me… that…” she gasps as her stomach rises and falls. You roll your eyes.
“A strong woman shouldn’t care about what men call her, right?” Emma shakes her head and wants to finger herself again but you hold her hand tightly. “And strong women stand for freedom, right?” Emma nods.
“What freedom?” she asks, childishly looking op to you.
“Oh God… Oh my God… Oh God…” Then she visibly relaxes, taking a deep breath as she spreads her legs high in the air. “God is a man and I serve him!” Her voice screams into the photo studio. Then she strains and soon the yellow beam shoots up into the air between her legs. Emma squeals and squeaks strainedly then winces as her piss cascades down her body, wetting her under Octavia’s watchful lens.
It’s unbelievable but then again you’ve seen the results of your drugs before. Hollywood is full of feminists. While Emma pisses herself, you stand next to Octavia and watch her fidgety and wildly taking photos.
“Yes, you little whore,” she insults the young starlet. “Piss off you stupid fucking piece of shit! I hate you!”
“What…” The beam slowly fades away.
“Be nice to Octavia,” you say, crossing your arms. “And thank her for taking your picture.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Emma murmurs, sliding down in her sea of piss, her hair wet and disheveled.
“I hate you!” Octavia hisses. “You stupid skinny beautiful cunts! Fuck you, you piece of shit! You should all be raped!”
“Okay…” Emma murmurs, hazy from the drugs. Then she looks at Octavia. “Should I do it again… But then I need something to drink…”
“The photos turned out good,” you say, reaching next to you. “Here. Hold this up and we’re done.” You hand Emma a large white sign.
“What should I do with this?” she asks and doesn’t think of reading the sign.
“Spread your legs, hold your pussy open with one hand and the shield under your tits with the other,” you say.
“Do you like my titties?” she asks again and you just nod. “Yay! My titties are so small and…”
“Just hold up the sign.”
“Okay!”
“One last photo, Octavia,” you say, handing her a big wad of bills. “Then she’s mine.” Octavia looks at you with wild eyes, a dangerous beast just tamed enough to be controlled. Women are capable of so much hate when their beauty fades.
What is written on the sign is not important to you. Octavia wrote the text. The main thing is that it is humiliating and will end Emma’s career once they get out. The young girl proudly holds up the sign that allows anyone to rape her and that includes her address and phone number. Plus a few pieces of evidence from her private life like her social security number and her driver’s license so that everyone knows it’s real and the matter is over.
You say goodbye to Octavia with a friendly handshake, enough masturbation material for the next few weeks and a poorly satisfied hate for cheeky girls, then you are alone with Emma.
Writing Shark 