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Gregory had only nodded his usual acknowledgment.
“Very well, Gregory, our recent fuchsia-haired client left me with a very substantial breast craving … I suppose ‘TITs’ would be more accurate. I want to you secure three more well-sculpted clients for next our few sessions. Bring them to the storage area.
“You see young lady,” he said calmly to bound woman, “this is supposed to be a very special photo-shoot, all based on some polls from my viewers members. The poll for this set of photos asked the question … how many piercings are perfect for the female body? “
Her face twisted in fear as Forny continued, “The answer was 37. Gregory you may begin.”
The woman’s lake-blue eyes went wide with terror as Gregory quickly unpacked his comprehensive set of piercing needles, clamps, and devices – a host of rings, studs, dangles and more.
“Perfect.” The Avenger scrolled through the data on the tablet. “Perfect. This will absolve your debt to me. But not your service. You have two choices. One: you may leave the company immediately. You will be placed on the street naked and penniless, forfeiting everything you own … well,naked except for your chastity device. You will stay locked in your chastity device. Hugo will destroy the keys and set the electrics to provide an orgasm every 15 minutes or so. You will be left on Larson Avenue to fend for yourself, including finding a locksmith or mechanic or someone who can remove the locked device, while you cum every few minutes.
The Avenger smiled, “Or you report to my quarters, this evening. I will remove the device and you will continue to serve as my maid and slave … sexual slave might I add. You have until I am finished with Mrs. Carver here to decide.”
Dark gray concrete walls adorned with brushed nickel lighting topped with amber yellow lights every 8 feet or so. The combination managed to give the long hall a look of both somber darkness and warmth from the fire-like glow.
“I see you have taken a more subdued approach to the decor,” he said. “Much more subdued than your predecessor, Miss Kim. Although your predecessor’s taste in decor was exceptional.”
The Avenger laughed quietly, “Yes, well, may aim is to keep the ambiance outside the individual rooms ‘subdued’ as you said, and much more amplified inside the rooms. And I think that adjustment in style will also be evident in your choice of entertainment.”
The Prince laughed, “I do appreciate your confidence. Is it justified?”
The Avenger nodded, “I will let you decide that for yourself, but The Committee tended to over-invest in their own lavish aims and to cater to their own selfish whims … that tendency also extended to the women they provided as entertainment.” I have a slightly different source.”
“I see,” said the Prince, “and what source have you relied upon? What is your new source of entertainment, may I ask.”
The Avenger stopped and stared into the Prince’s eyes. His security detail seemed almost as surprised as the Prince himself. “My source? My source is The Committee.”
Finally an older woman sitting unobtrusively in rear of the room stood, “I’ll fist-fuck the slut’s cunt until it looks like so much raw prime rib and then I’ll use the biggest strap-on cock I can find to do the same thing to her tight asshole.”
The Avenger smiled and tugged on Carmen’s leash. “Sold! Madam, see Stephen right over there to set up a time and date. On to the next offer …” Suddenly Carmen let out a scream and yanked against her leash. Hugo put her back under submission with a flurry of blows with crop to her tits, strategically aimed at her pert nipples.
“Next offer,” said The Avenger, “$5,000 dollars. What are my bids?!”
“Those perky tits just beg to be photographed, don’t they?” Forny moved in front of her and she suddenly let loose a low moan. Forny laughed.
“Janice are you about to cum?”
She looked up at him pleadingly but her breathing began to quicken and deepen. Her nipples becoming even harder.
“What a trooper you are Janice, having an orgasm with your ass crammed full, just so I can get pictures. Wow, pretty soon the whole world will get to see what you look like when you cum!”
“Well, Miranda,” he chided the helpless model, “I’d have to say I’m a bit surprised.”
The camera felt as though it had a mind all its own, leading him around her tautly tied nude body, and snapping picture after picture of her most intimate regions.
“I mean I always knew you model-types would be way too thin …” he laughed as he patted her belly, “but those tits are tiny. And such a furry bush! I always thought you runway sluts keep your pussies shaved and smooth??”
In moments he had forced the struggling woman into a chair and gagged her with a prop gag from his camera bag. Suddenly he didn’t feel so weird for carrying it, as if he knew he’d be needing it some day.
A moment more and he had Michelle tied to the chair with packing cord, hands behind her back with one arm over and one pulled back. With a firm grip and a quick yank, he tore her blouse open and used scissors to cut of her bra, exposing her heavy breasts and big pale nipples that slowly hardened when exposed.
His camera was out in a flash, and the motor was whirring with picture after picture of the helpless innocent Michelle.
I looked like something from one of the planets we conquered! My mouth was rigid and my lips were swollen. I had huge cheekbones that made me look like some kind of hybrid ape! I had tattoos everywhere too, like we put on our prisoners sometimes! My breasts were enormous and my pubis and my buttocks were swollen!
Gregory bright the cat-o-nine tails down across her breasts and she howled in pain. After an initial pause for several photos capturing her ‘initial reactions’ Forny seemed ready for more.
“Very good, Gregory. Now stripe her tits as we discussed.”
Suddenly Gregory was whirling the cat in broad circular motion, and each motion ended with the harsh slap of thin leather straps on her helpless tits. She squealed in pain as the leather straps left thin red stripes across the delicate skin. Soon her beautiful petite breasts were patterned with stripes.
“Perfect Gregory, perfect!” Forny took a last few photos of her anguished tits and then switched to different camera.
“Alright Gregory, apply the quirt and we can wrap up and move on to our next model.” Forny positioned the camera and waited as his assistant positioned himself with the quirt – a short leather-clad reed, thin and wicked looking.