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

The slap made Sophie gasp. She certainly hadn't been expecting that, particularly not to her face. Models could and likely would be touched everywhere. Heads altered, arms moved, legs spread. Once or twice Sophie had even had her rear fondled, and one particularly twisted photographer had been most insistent on her buttocks needing some color added to it that shoot had been blissfully short. But none had dared strike her face, and the shock of that struck Sophie more than the blow itself. A hand yanked her head back, pulled her, made her arch. She heard the words and whimpered. Yes mistress, whatever you say mistress, knowing that it sounded pathetic. But she needed this shoot she'd never become anything otherwise. That hand slid between her legs again. Sophie tried to push her thighs together, squirming as she felt heat pooling. That certainly couldn't be professional, and she so desperately wanted to prove herself as a model. But Bathory's fingers slid about Sophie's near-virginal sex, teasing the lips, pressing, gliding. Sophie felt them just flicking over a clitoral hood for a moment, before fluttering down. They'd dance among the petals of her sex, gathering moisture like a fluttering insect. Sophie couldn't even follow them with her eyes eventually she'd given up, closing her eyes shut and letting the woman do as she would. The lick drew them open, made her gasp slightly. It's--it's alright, mistress. I'm a professional too, really! she almost winced as she said that, particularly given that she kept squirming. She could feel the fingers pushing more and more. Felt the woman leaning over her. This... this really did not feel like preparation for a shoot. It felt more like when she got all hot and bothered with a boy and they started groping at one another. Was that what Bathory was doing? Sophie had heard about such things before of course. She'd sworn never to do that, never to spread her legs to guarantee a shoot. But this was Bathory she made girls. Surely Sophie could just let her play around a bit. It wasn't like it didn't feel good. Sophie nodded and let out a slight Mhm that sounded a bit more like a squeak or a moan. Heat had risen quick, leaving her quite flushed. Her heart fluttered faster than those fingers, pulse shooting throughout her. She could feel the hot breath upon her ear, teasing, promising. Each word got a shove and Sophie gasped, her eyes going wide. She could feel something, some tension gathering in the pit of her stomach. Did she have to pee? No, no, wait, it didn't quite feel like that. It felt a little different somehow. Sort of like when she'd been riding a bus and suddenly felt really good or when she'd been watching a certain romantic show with a pillow between her legs. Something like.... cumming? But Bathory pulled back. Sophie panted, feeling some wet gathering between her legs. She glanced over her shoulder, lips working, trying to say something. Glistening fingers came within inches of her mouth, the sweet yet musky odor wafting from them different than anything she'd smelled before. The woman moved, dropped, and Sophie was again gasping. this time she felt panties leaving. They parted her sex with an almost wet schlick sound, pulling at some loose pubic hairs for a moment before gliding down. A few smears of arousal dotted Sophie's legs then, and she flushed at the sight. definitely not professional. Yes mistress, Sophie said, following the order. She tugged the skirt down as best she could, moving to the couch. It felt weird, and her sex still felt way too hot and wet. But she bent over it regardless, tugging at the skirt to try and get it to cover her sex. She didn't want that exposed when she bent over after all. She was already pretty sure her bum was...