WENDY LOOSES THE BATHING SUIT by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: Wendy Looses The Bathing Suit

Published: 04.02.2023

Story Codes: Demonic, WS, TS, Young

Synopsis: Wendy makes some new discoveries

Disclaimer: the characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Wendy Looses The Bathing Suit

Sonja (I called my stepmother by her first name, now that we were partners in making money), dropped me off at Mr. Davis’ office at the strip mall. He was a photographer but more than that, he was also an agent, and promised to get me work modelling swim suits and athletic outfits for coaches and athletics teams.

When she dropped me off at his shop for a new modeling assignment, he said he wanted her to come inside with us. He figured she was just going to go shopping while we worked anyway, and that was just to fill time, and he was right, so she said “Sure,” locked the car and came into his office with us.

Mr. Davis’ shop was really a studio, and it was in such a shoddy part of town because of the privacy his business needed. He got it here. He needed privacy because he was a child pornographer. I’d figured that out, after at our last session he’d fingered my bare cunnie, making me wet, and then put his finger in his mouth to taste my cunnie-cum.

“I’ve decided I’m advancing little Wendy here in the business, because she’s so cooperative, and I figured, what the hell, you too have been so agreeable that I thought you might want to make a bit of extra cash yourself. A woman on her own with a child to take care off needs to have a reliable source of income.”

As I found out later, this guy really did his homework, and with his connections, found out before she married my dad, she’d worked at the Bare Pussy Club as a pole dancer and stripper. I’m old enough to know that strippers and pole dancers probably make more from getting it on with customers than from their job.

The way I saw it, my dad would likely only hook up with a woman who he could get into easily, without too much courting and stuff. He was a guy who always did things the easy way, or he wasn’t’ much interested. Sonja would have been a good fit for my dad, because she also always took the easy route. She was that kind of woman.

He opened the door and escorted us in.

“I’ve invited some people to join us, since we’re moving little Wendy here right along instead of slowly working her way forward in the business.”

There were several people waiting inside, which was unexpected. They all gave me a good looking over as we entered, and did the same to Sonja.

One of the people waiting was another photographer, a guy named Jim, who had a female photo assistant, another guy was introduced as a makeup specialist, a woman was a hair person, another two guys were lighting assistants, there were a couple of guys who did sets and props, and there was a girl and two boys my age, who as it turned out were other models.

When we’d been introduced, the washroom door opened and a big guy, very muscular, wearing only a T-shirt and a huge erection came out. Mr. Davis told him to wrap a towel, and told us he was the stud. He was also a boxer when he wasn’t using his penis to make a living, and wasn’t particularly bright, but his role here was as a stud.

Sonja gripped my hand when she saw him, and when she shivered, I was pretty sure it was from sexual excitement. As far as I knew, she hadn’t had any sex with a man since my father had gone a year ago. My guess was, from her behavior, she was making herself ready and willing to get it on with this big tough-looking dude.

“How are you today?” Mr. Davis asked me.

“I’m fine, sir,” I replied with a smile, knowing we were going to have some more naughty fun today.

“Good girl!” he said, “Did you enjoy our session last week?”

“I sure did,” I said, surprised at the enthusiasm in my voice.

I liked to masturbate myself, but with a guy like Mr. Davis doing it to me, I felt lots of tingles everywhere. He was really cool, and liked to tickle my clitty hood as much as I liked him doing it to me.

“You did really well for a new girl, Wendy,” he said, “We took quite a lot of time for you to get comfortable with showing your body and its secret parts. Where we got to then will be the starting point today, and if you like it, we’ll go a lot farther. You’ve proved by the pictures we got that you can do it and enjoy it. I hope you’re ready for a very sexy, exciting afternoon of fun, and if things go well, we’ll be here most of the evening, too.”

“What do we do to start?” I asked.

“Well, first of all, I need you to go into the MUH room, it’s one you didn’t see last time. It’s where makeup and hair preparation is done. Frankie and Julie will get your face, body and hair done.”

He led the way to a small room that was new to me.

“They’ll also give you a small flush,” he said, pointing at a toilet and sink, “That way we can have ourselves some good lean fun.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but guessed I would find out soon enough. I was anxious to get going, and get in front of his camera. The room had a special chair where I would sit, where I could get my legs up and apart, while they made me look beautiful and sexy. I was so excited by all of this I thought I might pee.

“When I said body, I meant it, Wendy,” he continued, “We need you to be naked, so we can see if there are any small skin blemishes that can be covered, and we also need to brighten up your nipples and the add some color to those lips of your pretty little pussy. We also need your nipples and pussy to look alert and ready for action.

“By the time the two of them are done, you’ll look perfect in every way. When they’re done with you, they’ll do your mom too,” he handed me a coke, “It’s easy to get dehydrated working in the studio, so you’ll want to drink a few of these this afternoon.”

Frank and Julie worked magic on me. The first thing they did was bring down a big rubber bag with a hose attached. It looked like a hot water bottle, but the hose was something new. On the end of it was a black stick with holes in it. The carefully poked that up my bum, and filled me with warm soapy water.

I had to sit on the toilet to get rid of it, while Frank filled the bottle again, and Julie put the stick back up my bum hole so they could flush me clean. When I’d pooped out that water too, I wiped myself and they got me to climb up onto their chair. When I was seated, they raised the leg supports, and my bare cunnie was fully exposed.

Frank didn’t start with makeup, as I expected, but instead brought out a pair of high heel shoes and tried them on me. They were just a bit too big, or I should say my feet were a bit too small for them, so he got a second pair, and they were exactly the right size. They were the sexiest shoes I had ever seen.

They were silver, with really long narrow heels and steep soles, and the part for my toes was so small that it only covered the ends of my toes, so you could see all of the cracks between my toes. All of them, and quite a bit of them too.

There were no sides or heel on the shoes covering any other part of my foot, just a couple of thin straps, one that went over my foot and another around my slender ankle. These shoes were super-hot! They were so sexy looking I thought I was going to pee! I hoped I would be able to walk in them.

Julie and Frank were both real professionals, and in less than half an hour they were done doing me and were ready to do Sonja, who had been watching them doing my hair and makeup. I think she was jealous to see the sexy shoes they’d given me to wear. I hoped I’d be able to keep them.

She seemed embarrassed when she got out of her clothes, but Frank said it was necessary for the same reason I had to get naked. I watched for a few moments, watching Frankie put makeup on her cunnie lips, first massaging them so they weren’t as wrinkly and stood out more. He was amazing!

Mr. Davis came and got me as Frank was painting the tip of Sonja’s clit and her nipples bright red, and we left to go into the largest studio, where the runway he had mentioned was set up. Behind it were painted canvas backdrops, so that it looked like instead of a studio, it was a fashion theater, and it looked really authentic.

Walking in these very high spike-heeled open shoes with the sexy cracks between my toes showing was a bit tricky, because I’d never had on high heeled shoes before, but I got used to it. When I saw myself as we passed a mirror, I couldn’t believe how sexy they made me look, being otherwise bare naked, with my bare bum and cunnie showing and everything.

My bare legs even looked longer than they were because of the high heels making me walk up almost on tiptoe. I was very impressed with everything. This set was all prepared just for me. As you can imagine, I was feeling very special, and really sexy, as girls my age can.

I waited while Mr. Davis picked up and fixed the settings on his camera. He told me to get up onto the elevated platform, go to the other end, then to walk with a swagger toward him, with my hands on my hips. That was easy, and as I moved, I gradually lost the nervousness that had held me back, and began to relax. This was going to be fun.

His shutter clicked away, and I felt truly elevated in the high heels I wore, as if I were a filly for sale. His camera clicked away quite a bit faster than I thought it would, so I was sure he was getting some great photos of me. When I had passed him, I stepped off the platform and asked if I could see some of his photos of me.

“Sure thing, Wendy, you look terrific. Look at this one, your face and cunt look spectacular, and your long legs look amazing in those heels. You could throw your hips more and it would look even better. And if you can, take longer steps, so your legs come further apart, giving us a better look at that cute little puffy pussy of yours. The makeup makes it look really amazing.”

I looked at the photos he showed me on the little screen on the back of his camera, speeding past some, but what I saw looked great. He showed me close shots of my cunny, and I had to admit it looked really great. He was a pretty good photographer. I thought I looked sexy for one so young, with a really sexy cunnie. Now it looks like a real woman’s cunt, so I think that’s what I should call it.

I got back up on the runway, walked back to the other end and waited until his camera was ready, which was just a minute. He nodded, and I started walking toward him again, this time swaggering more, taking longer steps, and swinging my hips in what I thought was a really sexy manner. Mr. Davis appeared to agree.

When I got close to him and saw him zoom in on my cunt, I stopped, spread my legs, and pushed fingers into it with both hands, and then pulled it as wide open as I could. I thrust and rotated my pelvis as far as I could, so that the camera could see right up inside me if I pulled myself open far enough.

Mr. Davis lowered his camera, opened his fly, pulled out his penis and began pumping it. I kept pulling on my cunt and thrusting my hips, and he began pumping his penis as hard as he could. Suddenly it spurted out big thick gobs of cum, which told me how excited I made him. This was really fun!

At last his cock finished spurting, and when he let go of it I saw it sag a bit, like it was tired. He wiped himself with a Kleenex, tucked it back into his pants and did up his fly.

“You’re a pretty hot little cunt, Wendy, I see great things for you in your future. Go back and do the walk again and I’ll shoot it from a lower angle.”

I walked back to the other end of the runway and turned to do my walk again.

“When you get close to me,” he instructed me, “Do your thing with your fingers again, the same as you did last time.”

Holy cow, I thought, this might turn out to be boring. Just the same-old, same-old.

I did the walk, stopped at the same place, bent and spread my knees, grabbed my cunt with my fingers and pulled it as wide open as I could to give him the same view into it, which I guessed would be better from his low angle, and if he wasn’t too tight, he’d see my face, too, so I gave him the sexiest look I could.

Then, on inspiration and some building bladder pressure, I gave him a few spritzes of pee, just to be naughty. What I knew about this man was he expected me to be mischievous, and to do a few mischievous things. Peeing for his camera was definitely mischievous. I peed a bit more than I meant to, but pee is pee, regardless.

“You’re being a very naughty girl,” Mr. Davis told me, “I like naughty naked little girls. Be as naughty as you like, my dear Wendy, it all contributes to the value of the photos we’re getting. Pissing like that was a great idea. Do you like to piss for fun?”

“Sometimes taking a pee is fun,” I told him.

“Do you ever play pissing games with other boys and girls?”

“Never with boys,” I said, “But sometimes Patty and me play some fun pee tasting games.”

“Pee tasting!” that got his attention, and I could see the bulge of his penis rising in his pants, “Do you like the taste of pee?”

Now he was calling it by its proper name. At least what us young ones call it.

“It tastes sort of funky, but its not that bad, and it’s fun when its warm and fresh. If you don’t wash it away pretty soon, it can start to stink, and I don’t like that.”

“Take a pee into your hand, if you don’t mind. I’d like to get some shots of you collecting it in the cup of your palm, and then licking it out with your tongue. Can you do that for me?”

I dug out the filthiest work I could think of.

“Fuckin’ right, Dude!”

I had often heard Sonja use that word when she was with some of her old girlfriends from her stripper days.

He slapped me across my cheek, but not too hard.

“We need you to act, not talk, dirty, young lady. No more of that, or you’ll be spanked, and spanked hard.”

I spread my knees, cupped my hand and peed into it while his camera got busy again. I lifted my hand to mouth, and sticking my tongue out as far as I could so he could get great shots, I dipped the tip into the warm pee, and then began lapping it as if I was a dog.

“Now I want you to wash your face with your pee, you filthy little cunt, and be careful not to get any in your hair, or we’ll have to do it all over again.”

This was completely disgusting, but I’d promised Sonja I’d do everything he asked me to, and I knew this would bring us a bunch more money, so I did what he told me to. My pee was still warm, so it felt not too bad, but it tingled on my skin a bit, and smelled fresh, because it was.

As soon as he stopped taking photos, I went to the MUH room, and got Frank to wash my face off. He had to re-do some of my makeup, and then retouched the color he’d put on my cunt, because by handling it I had smeared it a bit. Frank was a perfectionist, and I looked perfect again, thanks to him.

When I went back out to the studio, the other photographer Jim was there, and his assistant Marnie. She was now just wearing a blouse and heels, but not as sexy as mine. She had taken off her skirt, so her bare bum and cunt were on full display. Her cunt was shaved bare, except for a little vertical line above her clitty hood.

“Hi, Wendy,” Jim said as Mr. Davis took his camera and left, “Are you ready to have some good clean fun? They flushed your bum, right?”

“Yes they did, Mr. Jim,” I answered, not sure what was to come.

“You can just call me Jim,” he said with a warm smile, “I hear you played some pee games for some great photos. Have you ever played with your bum hole?”

What a strange question. Who would ever do that?

“No,” I answered, “Why would I do that?”

“Because it can feel so good and sexy,” he said, “I’m going to ask Marnie to touch you there, so she can feel and tickle your bum hole, and I want you to let her. Is that alright?”

That sounded so weird.

“Okay,” I said, and moved my feet apart and bent forward to make my fanny spread a bit, so she could get her hand where mine only went to wipe after pooping.

Now I’d been cleaned out, so there was no poop in there to make a mess or smell bad.

Marnie reached gently past my cunt to my bum hole, and her fingers gently brushed the bulging ring of my anus. I couldn’t believe how good that felt. She moved her fingers around it, tracing its shape, and stroking it affectionately, and I felt that tingling in my cunt and my bum hole. It was amazing.

Her finger moved to the middle of the ring, and ever so gently pressed. She repeated the movement, each time pressing just a little bit more, and I felt like I was tingling constantly, it was almost like stroking the side of my clitty bump. It was hard to believe that all this started with Sonja suggesting I model swim suits!

The next thing I knew, Marnie’s middle finger had actually slipped inside my bum hole, and I could feel her finger nail gently scratching me inside. Jim’s camera was working rapidly, and he moved around to get the look on my face as well as the finger poking into my bum hole. Marnie’s wrist was rubbing against my clitty hood at the same time, and I started to have an orgasm.

Marnie pulled her finger out of me and pushed it into my mouth. I was so excited I started to suck on it.

“You see,” Jim said, “There’s no poo on it, it’s clean as a whistle, we’re just having some good clean fun! And I’m getting some great shots of the action too.”

Marnie pulled her finger out of my sucking mouth, and pushed it again into my bum hole, then pulled it out and licked it herself.

“You’re so warm inside,” she said, “And tasty, too!”

“Why don’t you try it yourself,” Jim suggested.

Why not, I thought, it felt so good when Marnie did it. Jim got behind me, I bent forward and reached back with my middle finger, and while he was shooting, stroked my anus ring, and just as Marnie had done, gently poked my finger against my rectum until it opened and allowed me to insert the finger the whole way in.

“Fabulous insertion!” Jim said, while Marnie reached in toward my cunt and began to stroke my clitty bump, “You learn fast, Wendy, now let’s see you work it to stimulate yourself. I’m getting great photos, you’re an outstanding model, girl.”

I was starting to feel filthy, doing what I was doing, and it felt reassuring to hear Jim say that. It was important I please him, and clearly, he was getting what he hoped to get from me. Being a good model meant lots of money for me and Sonja, getting lots of dirty pictures, and I was having fun being a nasty little girl at the same time.

I had no idea where he sold his pictures, but didn’t need to know, I was going to be a big kiddie porno star, regardless, as long as I pleased the photographers, and did everything they asked. Who would ever have guessed this would be so exciting, too.

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Sonja’s makeup was quite different than mine. Her hair was pulled up severely into a tight bun at the back of her head, her eyes had a lot of dark makeup to make her look like an actress or something, her nipples were swollen at the base and were long, thick and brown, she had a clit ring that made it stand out, and the tip was painted bright red, as were the tips of her nipples.

The only way I could describe her is that she looked — evil — instead of shoes, she wore long black leather spike heeled boots that flared just below her knees. To complete her look, she carried a coiled leather whip. Painted across her bare tummy were the words, in large red letters outlined in black, “DEVIL BITCH!”

She went into one of the smaller studios with Jim and his assistant, and Mr. Davis took me back into the large studio with the runway and the painted canvas backdrop. Julie was with him, to work as his assistant. He asked me to show him what Jim had asked me to do for his photos, and I showed him what Marnie and I had done with our fingers in my bum hole.

He smiled.

“That was pretty mild, compared to some of the other things that are often done with model’s bum holes. I know you’re going to learn a lot more about that later. With your finger work earlier, you showed me you are definitely not a virgin. I need you to tell me how you lost it.”

I was confused by his question.

“I didn’t lose it, it was taken during my private sex education class the nuns organized for the grade three girls, back when I was just eight. We all had to go into it all alone, one at a time, and each class for each girl took all afternoon. They were always held on a Friday.

“There was this really nice nun, a negro woman with quite dark skin, who they had got to do the private class. She wore a black habit, complete with a flared head cover, like they used in olden days. She was big, and had a full voice for a woman. She spoke softly and with confidence, which made me feel more comfortable to be with her.

“As I remember it now, it’s all like it was a bad dream, or a nightmare. I remember feeling a bit dizzy, maybe it was from the strange tea the nuns gave me to drink before that private class. Somehow nothing that happened that day seemed to be real. Like it’s hard to remember, a whole year later, but some parts of it are crystal clear.

“She made me feel so comfortable I would tell her anything, and I really did, She started out by talking about sex, and had me take off my skirt, and just keep my top on, so she could see my panties. She was very nice to me, saying how pretty I was, and how great I looked. She told me that I seemed to be smarter than most girls my age she knew.

“She was quite direct, rather than beating around the bushes, and that made me feel like talking more, like I could trust her and everything. She asked me if I had ever seen a full-grown adult man naked before. I said I had seen my dad naked, when he took a shower, and then came out to dry off.

“My dad was a big tough guy,” I told her, “And he didn’t seem to mind people seeing him bare naked. Quite often he grew a woodie while I was watching him, or could see him. I think it might have been because he thought I was so cute. He’s gone now, he’s been gone for a year, I don’t know what happened, and I can’t ask him about that.

“He never came into my bedroom bare-naked or anything like that. He and Sonja, my stepmother, sometimes would both be naked, because I was the only one who got to see them that way. They even got together and coupled, like have sex in the living room while I was there, like had an active hook-up, like they wanted me to watch them do it, so I got to learn a few things about that.

“This sex-ed teacher nun was listening intently, and as she spoke to me, she undid the tie that held her habit closed at the top, and it came open, so I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. What she revealed, that really shocked me because she uncovered them, was a pair of very large black breasts, that should have had a bra.

“She smiled kindly, and slowly lifted the head covering. I was again shocked, this time to see she was wearing a big set of horns, like you would see on a goat. I couldn’t see the clip that held them in place because of her full head of shiny black hair. I was curious to see why she seemed to want to frighten me. It was working.

“Then she took her habit right off, and I was once more shocked to see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and that instead of a cunt, she had a big erection when the robe came off. She had this big cock instead of a cunt! She was what I’d heard about once, a person with real tits and a cock — what was called a shemale.

“I’ve got to admit, what she had was a pretty good-looking penis, for a man, but she wasn’t really one. Like I’ve never seen boys’ cocks, other than photographs, but I think you know what I mean.

“This black shemale teacher told me to slide off panties, and the nuns had told me I was to do everything she said, so I pulled them of, just because I knew I had to. She then told me that men lust to see naked girls, and that looking at me with my cunnie showing like it was, was why her cock was growing so long, big and firm.

“By now I figured I was really talking to a man, One with big tits. He said that the sight of a girl’s bare cunt was sexually stimulating and sexually arousing to men, which made them excited. As he spoke, he grasped his cock in his fist, and he began pumping up and down on it, like quite hard and quickly.

“I had seen my dad doing that, he called it jacking off, and he did it often, when Sonja, wasn’t around. He would grab a hanky or whatever was handy and spurt semen into it, sometimes even his shirt or jeans if they were nearby, but this black shemale teacher aimed his cock at the top of the desk, and he spurted his semen across it, and said he did that so I could get a good look at it.

“This is semen, or as we call it, cum, and it feels good to spurt it like that, and it also relieves us when we get sexually worked up by seeing or even just thinking about naked girls. Moving around inside it are a lot of tiny wiggly things called sperm, which is male seed, and they get together with a female’s egg to make a baby.”

“I’m a female, and I don’t have any eggs,” I said.

“Not yet, sweetie, but you will have. Males have their gonads on the outside, like these are mine.” He held his balls and squeezed them. That’s where my semen comes from. Inside you are what we call your gonads, which are your uterus and, attached to that, by thin tubes, are your ovaries. That’s where your eggs come from. You’re too young to make eggs yet.”

“Whatever,” he said, and I realized now why the voice was so full.

This shemale was mostly man.

“But there’s something else you need to know, that I’m here to teach you. Girls can make boys so sexually excited they do strange things, and sometimes they get carried away and exercise their natural domination over girls, and will take them sexually by force. That’s what we call rape, and it’s a curse for both the girl and the boy, but mostly for the girl.”

“I know about that,” I told him, “My dad did time a couple of times that he got caught for raping girls. Older girls, not young ones like me. He even killed one of them so he wouldn’t get caught, but he got caught anyway. They couldn’t prove he’d killed her, because they couldn’t find the knife, he’d thrown it in the river, but his semen was in her.”

The shemale nun brushed his hair from his eyes, revealing the base of one of the horns — there was no clip — the horns were real!

“I’m sorry to hear that. The nuns who summoned me need me to show you what rape is like for a girl, and at the same time deflower you, or pop your cherry, so you’re made into a real woman.

“Don’t be too concerned. It just means I open up your cunt with my cock. isn’t it beautiful? Don’t worry, young lady, most girls, even those your age, get to like it, even while it’s happening, and join in the action. That doesn’t matter at all to me, my job is just to rape you, so that you’re certifiably and then we’re done.

“He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back across the desk, and then he moved between my legs. I thought of lifting my knee hard to hurt his nuts, but I knew the nuns would be really angry with me, so I just struggled, and he was so strong he thrust his penis forward, and when it poked me in the cunnie, he thrust harder and suddenly plunged it deep into into me.

“He took my virginity when I was just eight, and I haven’t been a virgin ever since. The nuns knew I wasn’t ever going to become a nun, so they thought it was important I learn about rape from this private sex education teacher. He took care of it for them, and he took quite a long time riding me, pumping until he ejaculated again, this time inside me, shooting me full of his hot goo.

“The final shocker was when he got off me, I saw he had a tail! That’s why I’m convinced it was just a nightmare. Somehow, during that crazy sex dream, I lost my virginity.”

“Well now,” Mr. Davis said, “That’s a great story. I think all young girls should have such an experience as part of their education. My hat’s off to the nuns for arranging that for you, if they did. You had a devilishly good time of it.

“Now you’re older and wiser, and at the age of nine, quire the sexy young woman, and you’re proving to be a remarkable and valuable young model, regardless of who popped your cherry. I don’t worry, I don’t need to know how you got yourself opened, only that you did, because we’re going to need access to that pretty cunt of yours, and you’ll be guaranteed lots of erotic modeling.”

“Thanks,” I said, “We really need the work. That class seemed to be like a fog in my memory, but what was real was that my cunt was really opened, and because of that, I am no longer a virgin, haven’t been for a year.”

I had consumed two cans of pop while I told Mr. Davis and Julie that story. I understood why he didn’t believe me.

“That’s apparent. Your cunt is definitely opened, and you’re a better model for it. We left off with some pee play earlier, and I think we could make some good progress by following up on that with some new fun games. Do you know how to do a handstand?”

“I’m pretty athletic, and I’ve done handstands before.”

I moved back, very aware of my nakedness before his camera, did a handstand, and held it for several seconds before falling forward.

“That’s great,” he said.

He gave me another pop to drink, and said I should take a minute to get back my strength. I took a big gulp and then some sips of my pop, and then put it down to get ready to do another handstand.

“This time when you get up on your arms, lower yourself a bit and tilt your head forward so you sort of rest on your shoulders and neck. I’ll get Julie to hold your legs forward. I’ll give instructions as you work.

“I’ll give it a try,” I said, and did just what he said.

“You’ve got it!” he said.

The camera got busy. I was still in the handstand position, but lower, and my face was facing straight up. I could see my feet, and those incredibly sexy shoes I was wearing. Julie took hold of my legs and pulled them forward, so that my back bent, and my cunt was directly above my face.

“Now see if you can pee.”

I could, and I did. I sprayed pee directly all over my face.

“Great work, Wendy, now open your mouth and see if you can pee right into it. I know you can do it! Good girl!”

This was so bizarre. Drinking my own pee straight from my own cunnie. Why not, I’d already drunk my own pee from my hand for him, and this would earn us a lot more money. This pornography photographer really knew what he wanted from his naked little girl models, and also knew how to do whatever he wanted of them.

I wondered what other kinds of sexual corruption Julie had witness on this job. Likely a lot. I’d never known anyone who worked for someone who did such outrageous things with people, particularly young girls who started out so innocent, like me.

By moving my hips and head only slightly, and holding wide open, I was able to pee straight into my mouth, and some of it splashed out and onto my chest. My stream of pee also sprayed onto my eyes, and it loosened one of my false eyelashes. That was bizarre. I had to take it off so it wouldn’t scratch my eye or something.

I was being as naughty as I had ever been before, and it was really cool, because I knew there would that regardless of what happened, there would be no consequences, other than we would take home several envelopes of much needed cash. This was a really cool gig Sonja had found for us. I loved it.

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When I had gone back to the makeup room, Julie washed me clean, getting all the pee off me, and then gave me a pop to get the taste out of my mouth, and spent about ten minutes making my hair perfect again. Frank touched up my makeup, and glued the eyelash back on that had been washed off with my pee.

I couldn’t believe what really dirty, obscene things I had done, just for photographs, and how much better I felt now that it was over and they were being nice to me. I knew it was important they liked me, so they wouldn’t hate me for enjoying being such a bad girl. I was being quite nasty, and loved every minute of it.

When she was finished fixing my hair, Mr. Davis took me to one of the smaller studios, where Sonja was with Frank. She looked amazing, naked in heels and in her remarkable makeup. Her whip lay on a prop table, and Frank had in his hand several lengths of white rope. Beside her whip were several other pieces of rope, all different lengths.

Frank, as it turned out, was a master with rope, and was called upon to give Sonja something she had never experienced before, his version of extreme suspension bondage. She was a perfect model for him, as she had very large breasts, a narrow waist and a protruding, fleshy cunt. She was, in short, a perfect model for his kind of craft.

He told her what he intended to do, and got her permission to proceed. He used half inch soft cotton rope, to limit the damage the tight binding would do to her skin. He was a professional, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, at least permanently. I was surprised at how Sonja accepted this, as if she’d been bound before.

The studio ceiling was fitted with three winches, including one large enough to move her weight with ease. He began by severely bending her back, and bound first her wrists to her knees and then her ankles to her elbows. This forced both her pubic mound and breasts to thrust forward, emphasizing them.

Next, he wrapped her breasts tightly around the base, and she squealed but didn’t complain when he cinched them extra tight. They made her big boobs stand out firmly like over-inflated balloons. I’d never seen that before. Then he tied a long piece of rope around her waist, and tied one that went through her groin like a thong, attached to the one around her waist in front and back.

This one dug into and parted the big lips of her cunt, mashing the thinner inner lips and pushed her clit to one side, and with the red painted end, it looked sort of like a lit cigarette. It also made her bum hole, which was quite a bit bigger than mine, spread out and look real sexy, like women should.

I had to admit, my stepmother Sonja had remarkable, and outstanding looking tits and cunt, particularly when she was bound like this! Seeing her big tits bound so tightly at the base so they ballooned like that and the nipples point out so long, I also thought her squished and spread bum hole looked outstanding. It turned out I liked seeing bare-naked women in bondage.

Frank threw a switch on the wall, one of three, and the large winch motor began to whir, and a large hook was lowered by a cable from the ceiling. When it was low enough, he stopped the descent, and tied the ropes from Sonja’s obscenely bound boobs to the hook. He then used another rope and tied the front and back of the loop around her narrow waste to the hook.,

Hitting the switch upward now, the motor activated, and took up the slack in the ropes. When they were tight, it continued to pull, and slowly lifted the bound standing naked woman off the floor, supported only by the ropes binding the base of her big breasts and the cord running through her crotch, digging it into her cunt and anus.

She looked so hot, and Mr. Davis, his penis bulged big in his pants, took lots of photos of her being hauled up and swinging there, bare naked with her tits, cunt and bum hole so severely bulged by the rope like that. Frank turned off the motor, and she just dangled there, obscenely so he gave her a spin.

That worked really well, and Mr. Davis’ camera got a lot more shots from all kinds of angles as she spun, naked and helpless. Frank waited until the camera was lowered, and then he lowered Sonja again, so she could stand on the floor. He undid the ropes to the big hook, and then threw the switch to take the hook back up to the ceiling.

Then he turned on the other two winches, the smaller ones, and they brought down a couple of other hooks. He tied the rope from one of Sonja’s breasts to one of these, and the rope from the other breast to the other hook. While he was doing this, Mr. Davis brought a ball gag and thrust it into her mouth.

“They’re doing a video with the other kids in the next studio,” he said, “And if she screams, we don’t want to have it on their soundtrack.”

He fastened the straps securely behind her head, and I noticed she was looking a bit distressed. I hoped they weren’t planning on hurting her or anything.

Frank undid the rope around her waist, and when he pulled it off, the piece that went through her crotch, pressing open her cunt and pushing against her bum hole, came with it, as it was tied to the waist rope. He then brought out a strange piece of shiny black painted wood, quite a bit bigger and longer than a pop can.

It had a big ring bolt screwed into one end, was rounded on the other end, and was thickest in the middle. He got his fingers into Sonja’s cunt, pulling it open, and began to push the rounded end of the thing into her. Sonja had an educated, well experienced cunt, and I thought he could probably get the whole thing in.

He did too. He really worked it, and she moaned through the ball gag as her saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her bound breasts. She did her best to make it easier for him, but spreading her knees and rotating her pelvis, but he really had to push to get it to go in, like right inside her, so her cunt-lips kissed, and only the thick eye-bolt stuck out.

Now he pulled up a small square patch of the floor, and revealed another big steel loop in there. He took a piece of rope from the table, tied one end to the loop sticking out of Sonja’s cunt, and tied the other end to the eye-bolt in the floor, pulling it tight. It was tight enough that Sonja had to keep her legs bent, because she couldn’t straighten them in her heels.

I couldn’t figure out what was going to happen, or what they wanted to do, but I kept watching and found out. First Frank turned on the winches, and pulled up the slack. They kept pulling, and lifted Sonja up again, this time only by her big tits. Now I understood why they had to use the ball gag, to keep her from screaming.

What was so strange was that they were pulling her up, but with her cunt anchored to the floor like that, it just pulled really hard on the ropes around her tits and the one holding the big plug stuck in her cunt to the floor. Mr. Davis was keeping busy getting some great photos of my naked and bound stepmother being stretched like that.

Frank finally lowered her, and I was relieved, as Sonja was, that he untied the rope around her right breast. But he left the one tied to her left tit in place, and once again started the winch to her left breast’s rope. As he lifted her as far as her cunt anchor would allow, she now started to really scream, although all that came out was her moaning through that tight ball gag filling her mouth.

While she was stretched there, Frank picked up another camera and joined Mr. Davis in getting amazing shots of my naked stepmother, pulled impossibly tight, struggling in great distress. She was not a happy camper, but they were getting some amazing photos of her predicament. These guys really knew what they were doing.

Mr. Davis paused, and asked, “You’re okay, aren’t you, Sonja? Should we stop now, or would you like to make another thousand, by letting us start over, and make a video of your amazingly hot performance for us and for the cameras?”

Sonja continued her muffled screams, but finally she nodded. There were tears in her eyes. I think she realized that allowing them to go on was the only way they would let her down, but because she had given her consent, there was no going back for her now, she’d have to go through it all again for a video.

They lowered her and took off her ball gag. Then Mr. Davis placed and started a couple of video camera, using different angles, and Frank tied her waist and groin ropes in place again, while Mr. Davis got lots of closeups of where the rope pinched her cunt and bum hole. I thought this was amazingly hot.

Frank replaced her ball gag, forcing it between her teeth and tying it extra tight behind her head. He brought down the hook from the big hook again, and repeated the whole cycle, this time using her right breast for the one-tit haul-up. I guess he thought it might hurt her too much to haul her up by her left breast twice.

What he hadn’t done was remove the big black cunt plug, probably because that would be very difficult to get out of her, remembering how hard it was for him to put into her in the first time, knowing he’d have to remove it twice. He’d have to let the video’s audience think she had shown up with that big cunt plug in place.

As far as I knew, she hadn’t had anything in there for a year, unless she had some vibrating dildo in her bedroom I didn’t know about. I didn’t go through her things, so there’s no way I’d know what kind of toys she had to entertain herself at night. I was pretty sure she would like to masturbate herself as much as I did, and I was only nine.

Sonja scrunched up her eyes and cried so much while they went through the whole thing with her again that both of her eyelashes came loose on the inside, so they looked really goofy. Her makeup ran too, so she looked really bad by the time they finally let her down and took off her ball gag. She was a mess, and we would have to go home with her looking like a skank.

THE END