Inviting the Devil Page 10

  Cupping my breasts, I squeezed them and wondered what the aureole would look like if I had surface studs on them. Maybe that was going a bit too far. I took the makeup mirror out of the kit and lay on the bed. Pulling my knees up, I set it between my legs and looked at my pussy. Gazing at my own genitals, the new studs and the tattooed lips, need rose within me. I pried the lips apart. The vaginal ring glittered at me. I played with my clit and wished I had a sex toy. Buying a dildo would be on my to do list for tomorrow. I slipped two fingers into my oozing vagina and swished them around. To heighten my climax, I thought about Kalem and our night of wild sex. In seconds, my juices soaked my pussy. I’d signed off on him, but had I really?

  Chapter Eight

  I spent my time sketching while I waited for my tattoos and piercings to heal. I also anxiously waited for a call about the photo shoot. I had called once to ask if I needed to come in to the office and work with the design team but ogre told me that Mr. Ostarizo had said for me to work at home.

  I finally got the call and was grateful it had taken so long. The peeling of my skin between my legs was not a pretty sight. The fitting of the other dresses took place three days before the photo shoot, which was to happen on Thursday. I wore panties and a tank top so the seamstress wouldn’t see anything. I hadn’t heard from Kalem at all, and neither was he present at the fitting.

  The limo picked me up early on Wednesday morning for my salon treatment. My pubic hair had started to grow back in so I needed another wax job. The second application of instant tan caused an even darker tan than I’d had before and the tattoos and jewelry contrasted sharply.

  The next morning they did my makeup and hair. After I was done, I stood naked before their full-length mirrors, mesmerized by the stranger gazing back at me. The woman in the reflection hardly resembled the Danea of a few weeks ago.

  The clothes I was to wear for the shoot all waited for me at the photographer’s studio. He had his own makeup girl on standby in case I needed any touchups. His name was Daniel.

  “I’ve got no idea what to do. I’m very new at all this,” I told him.

  “Don’t worry, Danea. I’ll tell you how to pose, what to do, when to smile or not to smile,” he said.

  He was a young man, I guessed in his mid-twenties. Very handsome with light blond hair, blue eyes, dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, and what an engaging smile he had. He was also very tall and muscular. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger.

  My first outfit was a pantsuit. I found that type of modeling quite tiring as the camera clicked rapidly and he seemed to shoot hundreds of pictures of me in the same outfit in various positions and with different backdrops. The lights were hot, causing me to perspire. The makeup girl had to dab my face often and touch up my makeup.

  Last were the dresses. To my consternation, as I was ready for the first shots of me in a yellow gown, Kalem appeared. My legs turned to rubber, my face grew warm and my stomach knotted. Damn, why did he have that effect on me? I’d worked so hard to put him out of my mind, to accept that it could never be. And there he was, gazing at me with those black mysterious eyes getting me all hot and bothered. As if I wasn’t hot enough under the bright lights.

  The silver dress was last. I tried to ignore Kalem’s presence, but found it impossible. I felt his gaze on me constantly. Several times, I’d dared glance in his direction only suffer more discomfort when I saw him standing watching me. I stood before the mirror while the makeup girl locked the clasps of the harness. My new body jewelry showed clearly through the cobweb material as did my tattoo. There was no escaping it. Kalem would be introduced to the protector of my virginity. I giggled at my own weird sense of humor as I took my position in front of the new backdrop. It was a fantasy scene, or maybe more scifi. The lights would show everything. I squinted and looked at Kalem’s face. Unreadable. Granite. If he’d noticed my piercings, the tattoo, he didn’t show any sign of it.

  I began the routine poses I knew by heart. I heard Daniel’s heavy breathing. His voice was hoarse as he issued posing commands. He might be married, but I’d turned him on wearing the cobweb.

  To my dismay, Kalem joined me. In seconds, he had the leash attached to the collar. One of the assistants clasped a thin chain to each of the wristbands and to the anklets. He wouldn’t. Oh, my God, would he dare—in front of Daniel and his two male assistants—the makeup girl? The thought infuriated me but it made my pussy swell and my clit throb at the same time. I wouldn’t put anything past Kalem. The assistant moved out of the camera’s view. I heard it click as Kalem pulled the leash and made me to fall against him. My heart almost stopped when my body touched his. He forced me into several poses without really using force. I allowed it. I craved it.

  What he did next was completely unexpected. He did the unthinkable. Holding me close with the leash, gazing into my eyes, he tore at the cobweb. It gave way, much too easily. Vaguely, I heard the clicks of the camera and Daniel’s heavy breathing. It all sounded far away, as if Kalem and I were alone. His foot pushed between my legs slowly stomping the bottom of the skirt down to the floor. I knew most of the material was shredded. From somewhere someone had added an alien looking bench to the set. Taking me by the shoulders, he pushed me down until I lay on it. Taking the silver chains on the bracelets, he pulled my arms over my head and fastened them beneath the bench. He spread my legs and did the same with the anklets. Only strips of cobweb clung here and there to my body I noticed as I lifted my head and looked. I lay exposed for anyone and everyone to gawk at.

  Kalem stood beside me. He was wearing his usual black leather pants and knee high leather boots. His chest was bare. He placed one boot beside me on the bench and lifted his hand. I saw the flogger he held and cringed. It had a silver handle with purple leather strands and silver beads at the ends. I held my breath as he trailed it from my pussy to my breasts and back again. He raised his arm and brought the flogger down on my stomach and breasts. It stung, but it caused heavenly sensations throughout my body. He brought the flogger down several more times and with each lash, I squirmed and my pussy lips swelled, my clit stiffened and throbbed. I screamed and whimpered, I squirmed and thrust my hips upward, seeking his touch. My juices spilled. I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Why hadn’t I protested? I could have flatly refused as soon as he joined me. But I hadn’t refused. I had to admit, I welcomed his presence, his touch, and what he was doing to me. That Daniel was shooting the entire scene, only made my libido go into overdrive. He stopped and unfastened the chains. I thought the shoot was over, but I was wrong.

  The assistants brought out a wooden contraption. I had no idea what it was but soon found out. Pulling the leash, Kalem made me bend over a horizontal bar. I saw the rings on its pedestal and sucked in my breath. My hands barely reached the rings as he threaded the silver chain through them and secured them. He did the same with my feet. The wood was rough as if made from fresh cut trees, I guessed to suit the scene. The cross bar did have an indent for my body along with some soft padding. The whole thing was about four feet wide. There I was, bent over and spread-eagled and on display. My breasts hung towards my chin, my nipples were harder than ever. What would he do next?

  The flogger struck my ass hard. Tears stung my eyes, yet I still didn’t protest. I gasped and bit my lower lip, and loved it. I wanted more but bit my tongue not to beg. I wouldn’t give the photographer and his assistants the satisfaction, even less Kalem. He continued to flog me until my ass cheeks burned. Sometimes he merely trailed the strands of the flogger up and down my ass crack and my cleft, teasing me. Other times, I’m sure the full strength of his arm went into the blows. It didn’t matter, I loved it all and he seemed to know it. I knew he was enjoying every second of his torture of me and relished the juices trickling down my crack.

  He stopped and undid the chains. The assistants dragged the wooden contraption away. Before I had time to think about what had just happened, something descended from the ceiling. It was some kind of swing made from
twine hanging from rough ropes. It was triangular shaped. He pushed me down on it and onto my back so that my ass cheeks were at the edge of the seat. He put each of my feet beside the rope nearest it and tied the chain to a ring. The leash, he tied to the single rope behind my head. Next, he made me hold my ankles and tied the wrist chains to my anklets. My pussy was even more exposed than before. The heat of the lights warmed my vagina.

  What he did next was something I’d never heard of. Then again, I hadn’t heard of any of it so what was I even thinking? He placed two plastic cylinders over my nipples. He squeezed a handle on each cylinder and strong suction pulled on both nipples. The suction continued for a while until I thought my nipples would pop out of my breasts, then he removed the cylinders. I glanced at my nipples. They were beyond huge and throbbed with desire. Not even a man’s mouth could awaken such erotic feelings in them. He quickly attached nipple clamps and tightened them.

  I had no idea what he did next as I couldn’t see down there. Something cool and slick entered my asshole and when I realized it was lubricant, I thought for sure he was going to fuck me in front of everyone. Something was shoved into my anus. I had no idea what it was but it felt pleasant. He had a dildo in his hand and held it against my vagina. Oh, my God! Surely he wasn’t going to pierce my hymen with a dildo? I looked at the huge dildo and shuddered. It looked even bigger at the base than his cock. “No!” I screamed as he started to insert it into me. I tried to clench my vaginal muscles, but I was so wide open, it was impossible. I felt my hole widen. The invasion continued. “No! Stop!” I yelled again. “Damn you to hell, you devil! You’ll not deflower me this way!”

  He didn’t push any further than the tip. I heard the clicking of the camera as I squirmed, or tried to as best I could, but now I was squirming because he was killing me with all his teasing. The dildo stretched my tight vagina, then it suddenly vibrated, sending thrill upon thrill deep inside me, into my abdomen, exciting me, stimulating every sexual nerve within me. I exploded. I gushed.

  It was over. But not the shoot. Kalem unlocked the chains. He waited until the swing disappeared. Another machine appeared. The backdrop changed to look like a room . This machine was low, had a split seat and a handle in front.

  “Sit down,” Daniel urged from far away.

  I sat.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Kalem knelt in front of me and inserted a dildo into the machine that pointed at my pussy. It was some sort of fucking machine, I realized. There was a handle for me to pull on. Instead, Kalem sat cross-legged on the floor in front of me and gazed at my pussy. He held the handle and brought the dildo to my hole. He pushed it into me just a little and held still.

  “Not good. Kalem, what’s left of the dress needs to go.”

  It didn’t take much for him to rip the rest of the dress from my body. The nipple clamps were still attached to my nipples and he tightened them much to my surprise. I felt the shooting sensations through my enlarged nipples. The camera clicked.

  “Stand up, Danea. Now stand behind her, Kalem,” Daniel said.

  The assistants removed the machine. Another backdrop descended from the ceiling. A beach scene, an ocean at sunset. Kalem stood behind me. The bulge at his crotch pressed insistently against my back and I knew he had a huge hard-on. He squeezed my breasts hard. I moaned in ecstasy. He let go of one and his hand slid down to my pussy. My nether lips spread. His face was in my neck, his lips biting my earlobe. Another man appeared on scene. He was naked and sporting enormous erection. He was the opposite of Kalem, very fair, his long hair hung loose down his back and over his shoulders. It was curly and wild. He had green eyes and was beautifully handsome. He knelt before me, his face level with my pussy. His tongue touched my clit. Oh, my God, oh, my God! The camera clicked and clicked.

  “Next,” Daniel shouted.

  Some other machinery appeared from above. Kalem placed my wrists into two leather loops. He lifted me while the blond man placed my legs in leather loops. I hung suspended, in a half sitting position. The blond stood between my legs, his cock aimed at my vagina. Kalem filled his hands with my breasts and squeezed hard. The blond didn’t enter me. He merely held his cock at the ready the tip brushing the outer lips.

  The next pose, I was knelt, my arms held on either side of my legs until I was completely doubled over. One of the men placed a spreader bar between my ankles. The blond lay on the floor and wriggled beneath me his cock again touching my pussy. Something pushed against my anus then entered me. Whatever was in there was slowly pulled out. It was a weird intoxicating sensation. Something replaced it. It felt like a cock, yet I knew it wasn’t.

  All that time Kalem was still in his leather pants and boots. It had to be him shoving a dildo into my asshole very slowly.

  I thought it would never stop. By evening, I was sure I knew every sex toy and device on the market. The shoot wasn’t over yet.

  “There’s another dress for you to model,” Kalem said.

  In a daze, I went to the dressing room and found a gorgeous eighteenth century gown waiting for me. The makeup girl got busy with my makeup and my hair. She pinned it up and had a fake piece consisting of a mass of curls she pinned to the back of my head. The color matched mine perfectly. The dress was beautiful. White, it almost looked like a bridal gown with all its lace and full flounced skirt edged with wide ruffles. I had to wear a hoop petticoat underneath. She handed me a delicate fan and I returned to the set.

  The backdrop was one of a riverboat on a river. Kalem already waited for me. He was dressed in the same leather pants and boots but he added a pirate shirt.

  “Ready?” Daniel asked after adjusting his lights.

  Kalem took me into his arms and bent me backward while leaning over me. The low cut of the neckline caused my breasts to almost spill out.

  “Beautiful. Different pose. Kiss her now.”

  He took me into his arms and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth. I felt the last tiny bit of resistance leave my body as he drained it out of me. He continued as if no one else was present. He unhooked the back of the dress causing the bodice to slip down. Cupping my breasts, he sucked each nipple while he slowly slid the dress and petticoat to the floor. I stood half-naked in white cotton pantaloons and the old-fashioned shoes. He kicked the dress out of the way. He continued sucking my nipples, playing idly with the nipple rings while he sucked, then trailed kisses down my abdomen and slid the pantaloons to my ankles. I kicked the shoes off and stepped out of the pantaloons. When he knelt and kissed my clit, I inadvertently sucked in my breath. I threaded my fingers into his hair and pushed his face against my pussy.

  He spread my legs. His tongue searched for and found my opening. He didn’t enter fully—he flicked the tip in and out. I yanked at his hair, tried to push his head, but he resisted. He pulled back and rose to his feet. I pulled at his shirt, got it out of the pants and pushed it up. My hands slid up to his massive chest. He removed the shirt and held me. The blond man appeared as if from nowhere and stood behind me. Like Kalem, he also wore black leather pants and boots. I stood wedged between the two men, the blond nibbling at my back while Kalem played with my breasts and nipples. The blond fumbled with his belt, a moment later a boot come off then the another. Before long, as the blond knelt behind me and licked between my buttocks, I was shocked to see Kalem undo his belt. Was he actually going to get naked? The boots came off, followed by his pants. His cock pressed into my belly. Again, the two men wedged me between them. I had two massive cocks pulsing for me. My sexual appetite was at an all-time high. I was so aroused I could scarcely catch my breath. The teasing was brutal. I squirmed between them. I craved Kalem. The blond was an added extra, firing my ravenous lust. What would it be like to have two men inside me?

  Kalem lowered me to the floor. Both men stood beside me, their cocks pulsing to the rapid beating of their hearts. Each held his cock and pumped it slowly, gazing down at me as I lay waiting to see what they’d do next. The blond man knelt b
ehind my head and Kalem between my legs. He pushed my knees up. The blond man grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs over his shoulders. Kalem’s fingers were already inside my vagina, his cock poised at my asshole. Someone approached, waited for Kalem to put on a condom, squirted lubricant on his cock and quickly disappeared again.

  “Grab Luke’s cock, Danea,” Daniel said.

  So the blond was Luke. I reached back and felt for his cock. It pulsed in my hand. Kalem entered my anus slowly. The thin walls stretched to accommodate him, while he continued to finger fuck me. With one slow deliberate thrust, he entered me fully. He sat on his heels for a few moments gazing at my face, then leaned forward and grasped my breasts. I pumped Luke’s cock while Kalem fucked me. I was hungry for all of this. Kalem’s thrusting intensified and Luke’s cock grow more rigid as I masturbated him. Suddenly, he let go of my legs as Kalem pulled out. Kalem’s semen spilled all over my belly while Luke’s squirted across my breasts. I smelled the potent scent and inhaled it. It acted like an aphrodisiac and I was delirious with lust.

  “It’s a wrap,” Kalem said. Picking up his clothes, he strode away, followed by Luke.

  “You can get dressed now,” Daniel said, shutting off the lights one by one.

  I was left horny, unsatisfied, filled with wanton craving. I tried to calm my heart, my libido while I dressed. When I came out of the dressing room, Kalem was gone. I could hardly believe what I’d allowed. Kalem had mentioned photos. My God, were these for his personal use? Was he into threesomes?

  “Danea, you were magnificent,” Daniel said. “I’m amazed Kalem agreed to take part. We had another model on standby, but I’ve wanted to do photo shoots with him for a long time. He always refused.”

  “Really. What was the purpose of the porn shoot? All the toys and equipment?”

  “It’s for a porn magazine. And many of the ones with the toys and equipment for a sex toy store online.”