Thread: Miss Bathory's Latest Model {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Ready to... but her butt was practically hanging out! Sophie almost thought about pointing this out, reminding Bathory. Except... except there was just no way that the woman didn't know. She had to be able to see how Sophie was arranged better than the girl herself. So this was apparently what she wanted. Well, that wasn't so bad, was it? People did artful shoots all the time. It might even look a little coquettish, with her wearing the outfit and having just a bit of her slightly paler rear sticking out for people to ogle. Maybe that would be just the attention she wanted, needed. Sophie kept telling herself this as she watched the woman set up a camera. It did look old but, well, if Bathory was quite certain, she was the expert. Did you want me to-- Sophie began, only to stop and wince at a flash. Spots swam in her eyes for a few moments, leaving the young model dazed, blinking. She could see the flash of light flare up again, and only just managed to squeeze her eyes shut for the second. At least she looked away from there, trying to look ahead, to focus. Shouldn't she look at the camera? This all felt very strange to Sophie, irregular. Strange sounds drew her attention back, and soon her eyes widened. Miss Bath---mistress, she said, swallowing, why are you---you don't need to be naked for this, do you? The hair fell, and there was something almost too sensual in the way the woman tossed her head. Sophie kept her attentions on the woman as she strode forward. Hands found her skirt. Pushed her forward. Sophie let out a gasp as she bent down, feeling her rear push even more into the air. There would be no hiding the lack of panties now that softly rounded rear stuck out into the air. Miss, what are you-- Sophie began, only to wind up yelping as something wrapped around her wrists. Sophie could feel her arms wrenching back, felt the fabric pinch, holding her in place. An order to make sure. But the flash--- Sophie began, squirming slightly. She swore she'd felt something shift around her knees. The woman spoke then, teasing, taunting Sophie. Then fingers again returned to her sensitive area. um, mistress, that's rather--- Sophie began, only to yelp as she felt a tongue delving into her sex. The girl closed her eyes, trying to tell herself to just endure it. Sometimes this happened in modeling. Better it happened now, with a beautiful woman like Bathory instead of with some sort of repulsive man. Sophie could feel her sex heating rapidly, practically melting under the lashing tongue. The heat gathered more and more and she found herself fighting against the urge to squirm. Each flash felt as if it shot into Sophie's brain as well. The girl found herself whimpering. Mistress, I don't think this is very appropriate, she said, turning slightly. Everything's sort of--- aaaah, the last came as she felt the tongue going further, harder. Nails dug into her soft ass, the woman delving a little deeper. Mistress, please, I don't think we should, should be doing this, she started squirming, and soon found herself sort of flopping over. Heat and tension pooled below, just at Sophie's nethers. Can we please stop? She begged, squirming. I really just want to model for you, really. I don't-- she whimpered again, feeling her body undulate yet again. This was just so intense, so very much not what she'd been expecting.