Chapter Twelve

Cheryl rose to her feet and took one step forward to the mark the Turk had placed on the rug. “This is my party dress and I got all prettied up just for you. Wait until you see what’s underneath.” Cheryl’s voice faltered at this last statement, but a nervous glance over at the Turk propelled her further.

“I’m twenty four years old and have a great deal of sexual experience. My body is just made for fucking.”

At this Cheryl turned slowly around so that the camera could catch the gentle curves of her torso, the gracefulness of her step. Although she was crying inside, Cheryl managed a grimace-like smile for the camera. As she turned to it again, she readied herself for her show. Crossing her arms, she pulled the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. The bodice loosened and she was able to pull it down below her breasts.

“See what nice breasts I have. I know you would like to feel them. I often massage them.”

Much of the dialogue to this display was ad-libbed. Turk had told her how to start and given her the general content, but who could memorize all this in a few minutes. The Turk was guiding her through hand movements.

Cheryl shimmied the rest of the way out of her dress and let the fabric fall to the floor. She kicked it away. She now stood, resplendent in her dainties. Following Turk’s hand signals from the sidelines, Cheryl pushed her breasts together and then cupped them from underneath. “These are for sucking,” she said to the camera.

She reached behind her back and released the bra’s clasps. The bra fell from her breasts. The Turk almost gasped with delight.

As instructed, Cheryl slowly swung her breasts from side to side and leaned frontward slightly so that they could distend from her torso. As she leaned forward she cupped them and presented them to the camera. The earrings sparkled in the light and Turk lingered over them with the camera. At his signal, she removed them one after the other. Her nipples were sore from the pressure and the irritation from inside the bra. But she did what she had been told and distended them. “My nipples are fat and tasty,” she said.

Her panties were next. The shame of pulling down her panties in front of the camera was almost too much for Cheryl to bear. Would he kill her anyway after making these lewd tapes? Was he going to fuck her now in front of the camera, was that what he was waiting for? But fear is a great motivator and she was sure that he would make her suffer intently if she failed in her duty now.

Cheryl looked directly into the camera and resumed her banter with the lens. “Watch this.”

Slowly, Cheryl pulled the panties down her thighs. Making sure that she did not disturb the stockings, she worked carefully and slowly. Her breasts dangled in front of her as she leaned over to get the panties past her knees. Now came the difficult part. She had to remove the panties without taking off her shoes. To do this, she had to bend all the way over, practically touching her toes. Before completing this task, she turned slowly so that her back was to the camera. Thus, as she reached down to pass the panties over her shoes, her rear end splayed open before the camera revealing the tender expanse of her rear globes and the delicate flower of her anal opening.

Turk was beside himself. This was probably the best performance he had ever produced. The girl’s delicate submissiveness and fragile personality stood out clearly. And her charms were displayed to most excellent advantage.

When she finished pulling off her panties, Cheryl paused. She inched her legs apart and held the pose. Her prize, her delicious cunt pouted out from between her legs. Her labial lips were displayed an all their fullness and softness. Dangling and sparkling between her legs were the two earrings Turk had placed there. A delightful touch.

Cheryl could only imagine the picture she was making. Waves of humiliation flowed over her. But she was almost done. She could make it.

She rose from her folded stance and turned once more to the camera. Spreading her knees, she presented her bejeweled pussy to the camera. She ran her hands down her sides and to her now lewdly displayed cunt. One by one, she pulled the earrings off of the labial lips, a stab of pain following each removal. She tossed the earrings onto the floor and returned her hands to her crotch. She gently pulled her pussy lips aside. Her insides were glistening. She stood posed for a moment and stared at the unforgiving lens. “Hope to see you soon.” She smiled.

The Turk waited a few moments and then shut the camera off. Cheryl, not having been given permission to move, remained poised in her display position. Turk paid her no mind as he made some adjustments to the computer. He checked his watch. Five minutes to spare. Good.

Turning to the whorish display before him, he chuckled. He could leave her like this for a half hour or so, but no, she needed to be secured. Especially now that the whole thing was just about over.

Turk signaled the girl to straighten up. He walked behind her and, grabbing her arms, tied her arms behind her. The gag went back in and a short leash was affixed between her ankles. This would do for now.

Standing nearly nude in her own living room, petrified to make a single move, Cheryl’s eyes began to water. Her body shuddered with the sobs she had been holding back. The little movie acting she had been forced to perform had been the most humiliating thing that she had ever done in her life. She was ashamed at her readiness to make the obscene recording and her failure to make any real effort to resist this horrid man. She had to pee again and was afraid that she would make a mess on the floor.