Four short offerings
Bdsmlr being in the process of rebuilding itself (veeeery slowly, and the rebuild looking bad imnsho), THW has begun bulk uploading to an imaglr.com account.
C-suite Service Girl
Picture: Displaying herself : Click here to reveal.
She’s not happy about it, but when the MegaCorps’ CEO comes for a visit, it’s the C-suite receptionists job to offer herself to him; ‘A couple of times a year, a few days at a time ..’ she tells herself; ‘.. it’s worth it for the package, the car, the clothing allowance, the healthcare, the apartment …’ But she knows it is eating into her self-worth, and this time, it’s not just the CEO, but representatives of the private equity sharegolders too, and a couple of them are real pigs… Still - what else is there, at this point? May as well get through it. These is an out-take from image making for the ‘Easy’ story series.
Mute Offering
A Naked short
video clip: A mute offering. Click here to reveal.
“You want to be fucked, do you?”
Her expression said it all - she was learning not to speak unless it was absolutely necessary (simply because I had mentioned in passing that it might be cute). It said; ‘Isn’t that what I’m here for?’
And when I said; “Which hole?”, she simply pulled at herself a little, flexing both; again, and half-closed her eyes. It was clear what she meant; ‘Either, both? It’s not really up to me, is it? You’ll do me how you like, and I’ll be happy to be used.’
(This tasty morsel is not a THW image, but found elsewhere on imaglr, unattributed)
The New Girl
An Indenture Club scene
Picture: The New Girl : Click here to reveal.
“Umm, yes .. Yes, Sir, I mean, I’m sorry, Sirs.”
She is evidently terribly nervous, and also evident is her desire - almost desperation - to be found pleasing, to get a good report; or at least not a negative one. They give her no response, no encouragement at all, lounging in their comfortable chairs; it’s up to her to do all the work; if she is not entertaining, there are three or four others parked at the station, flexing and preening themselves, trained girls, looking for attention; eager to be used.
“Yes, I am .. new here. And .. and um .. no I haven’t, haven’t been trained. I’m not a v .. virgin, exactly, but .. but .. well I haven’t .. haven’t done it .. much, so they said Members should have the chance to .. to break me in, before .. before I’m trained to .. to please.”
They leave her stewing, switching her weight from one foot to the other in a way which would earn a trained girl a few black marks, but which is somehow delightful (not to mention powerfully sexually stimulating) in one so obviously innocent.
“So, you want us to gang-rape you, then, is it?”
Enormous impact; Harding is so good at shocking the new ones like that; saying nothing to them which is not real and obvious, but saying it in ways that knock the breath out of them, reduce them to floods of tears, have their knees give way. He’s fun to be around, for sure.
It takes her hard, but she manages not to cry (although her lips tremble very obviously and a single tear runs down one cheek, taking a ghostly track of mascara with it). At last, she manages to say what she knows she must, though the impact on her is obviously enormous;
“Yes. Yes, please Sir, Please .. please gang-rape me, Sirs, Thank you Sirs.”
“We’ll hurt you too, if you want that, pretty, make you scream and beg for mercy which you won’t get. You do want that, don’t you?”
She is faster this time, though her chest heaves with the terror that is mounting in her. Her regret at having allowed her boyfriend to talk her into this (to pay for my college so I can marry you properly, give you a good life) is mounting by the second; I’ve ruined my life, and now I have no choice but to smile at these assholes and ask them to hurt me.
“Yes.. Yes, please Sirs; please .. please hurt me, make me .. make me scream and beg; sh .. show me no m .. mercy. Th .. thank you, Sirs.”
(I plan some more Indenture Club’ shorts - there are sooo many tasty images in this collection)
Realisations
Picture: Realising Something : Click here to reveal.
She still can’t believe that this is real, despite it having been almost two weeks now since she had agreed to try it.
The thing is, she is forbidden to speak unless it is in service of his pleasure or need, and he has made it clear that it won’t please him if she is freed, and he certainly has no need to free her.
Of course, there is nothing to stop her speaking; they had agreed before the test that she had only to make it clear that she wanted out, and he would make it easy for her.
Except .. except that it is against the rules. And somehow ’the rules’ have begun to seem very important to her indeed. Comforting. Easy. Safe.
She gets a funny feeling whenever she even thinks about breaking a rule, now; Actually, its not ‘funny’ - it’s fear - I might as well admit it; I’m frightened of what it will be like to have to go back to making decisions.
So, it looks like I’ll still be here this evening, naked, when the poker buddies come over.
She still can’t quite believe it is real while she is being spit-roasted during a break in the game that evening, although it is very physical indeed, and their laughter as she cannot disguise a sudden overwhelming orgasm tears into her psyche, doing damage which feels permanent.
I’m not going to be free again, am I? the words are heavy in her heart in the wee small hours, chained naked at the foot of the stairs, her pussy, asshole, throat and nipples all making it known to her that they have been tenderised by the events of the evening; but there is no will in her to try to change this; just a strange mixture of deep, tragic sadness and weak, guilty relief.
