Dr TickleNapper
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Poor Sarah
Sarah Edwards stood nervously outside the cozy house, fidgeting with the hem of her mini-skirt. She had never been one for risqué photography shoots, but something about this one had piqued her interest. Her friend Taylor, sensing her unease, gave her a reassuring pat on the back.
"Hey, Sarah, you got this," Taylor said, adjusting her own outfit – a tight white tank top and high-waisted leather pants. "We're in this together, anyway."
Sarah smiled weakly, and the two friends made their way up the walkway to the front door. It swung open before they even reached it, revealing a warm smile from the Photographer, aka Photog.
"Hey there, ladies! Come on in, come on in. I'm so glad you could make it." He stepped aside, allowing them to enter.
The house was quaint, with a living room that opened up to a kitchen and a short hallway leading to the garage. Photog gestured for them to follow him, and they trailed behind him, their eyes adjusting to the natural light spilling from the windows.
As they entered the garage, Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. The space was transformed into a veritable playground of bondage equipment – racks, cuffs, blindfolds, and all manner of restraints. Taylor let out a low whistle, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Wow, this is quite the setup," she breathed.
Photog chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I like to think of myself as a bit of a creative, so I like to have a lot of options available. Now, let's talk about the shoot. What are you both comfortable with?"
Sarah hesitated, unsure of what to expect, but Taylor gave her a reassuring nudge. "We're both game, as long as it's consensual and safe," Taylor said, her voice firm.
Photog nodded, jotting down some notes on a clipboard. "Great. I'll make sure to keep that in mind. Now, shall we get started? I have a few ideas I'd like to run by you both..."
Photog continued, "Okay, so I think we can make this work. Taylor, why don't you head back inside and wait for Sarah here? She'll be shooting with me in the garage, and I want to make sure she's comfortable and ready to go."
Taylor nodded, giving Sarah a reassuring smile and a thumbs-up before following Photog back into the house.
Photog turned to Sarah, his eyes locked on hers. "Now, let's talk about what I have in mind for your shots. I want you to wear some of these items –" He held up a few examples, including a short denim skirt, a bandana top, and a pair of tank tops. "I think these will add a nice contrast to the garage setting. And, of course, we'll keep it breezy – no shoes, just shorts or skirts."
Sarah's brow furrowed slightly as she took in the outfit list, but Photog could see the excitement starting to build in her eyes.
"Can I ask, is there a particular style or theme you're thinking?" she asked, her voice a little stronger now.
"Not really," Photog replied, "I just want to capture some natural, effortless looks. Something that shows off your body and your personality. I think these outfits will give me a good starting point."
Sarah nodded, seeming to accept the plan. Photog handed her a few of the outfits, and Sarah began to change into the short denim shorts and bandana top.
As she disappeared into the changing area, Photog escorted Taylor back into the house, chatting with her about the shoot and answering any questions she might have. Once they were both inside, Photog closed the door behind them, leaving Sarah to her preparations.
A moment later, the sound of rustling fabric and the soft rustle of a zipper could be heard from inside the changing area, and Photog's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he waited for Sarah to emerge, ready to start their bondage shoot.
As Taylor finished her initial chat with Photog, he asked her if she'd like to change into something similar to Sarah's outfit. "I have a few options that might interest you," he said, gesturing towards a closet in the corner of the room.
Taylor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of things do you have in there?"
Photog smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Just some little somethings I like to have on hand for the models. Follow me."
He led Taylor to the closet, where she was greeted by a veritable treasure trove of lingerie and accessories. There were silk robes, lace corsets, and delicate-looking bras that sparkled in the soft light.
Taylor's eyes widened as she browsed through the selection, her fingers trailing over the delicate fabrics. Photog watched her with interest, his eyes roving over her body as she tried on a few pieces.
Finally, he settled on a pair of black lace shorts and a matching halter top. Taylor slipped into the outfit, and Photog couldn't help but notice how well it fit her. The lace was delicate but visible, adding a touch of sophistication to her overall look.
As she finished changing, Taylor sat down on the couch, looking relaxed and content. Photog smiled, happy with the way she looked.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, disappearing into the kitchen to prepare a drink. "I'll bring it over to you."
A moment later, he returned with a glass of something that looked like a sparkling water, but had a subtle shimmer to it. "This is a special blend," he said, setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of Taylor. "It's a little something I like to use to help models relax during shoots."
Taylor took a sip, and her eyes widened slightly as she felt a subtle buzz begin to spread through her body. Unbeknownst to her, the drink was actually a relaxing sedative, designed to calm her muscles and make her less responsive to any potential pain or discomfort.
As she sat there, sipping her drink and trying to process what was happening, Photog busied himself setting up the garage for the shoot. He had everything he needed, and he was eager to get started. But for now, he was content to simply wait and observe, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the house and the relaxed demeanor of his model, Taylor.
As Sarah emerged from the changing area, she stood nervously in front of the Photog, fidgeting with the hem of her outfit. She had chosen the very short denim shorts, which revealed a significant amount of skin, and a bandana top that tied around her like a tube top, hanging over her breasts just enough to cover them. The overall effect was one of playful, carefree sensuality.
The Photog's eyes roamed over her body, taking in the sight of her in her outfit. He smiled to himself, seeming to approve of her choice.
"Great choice, Sarah," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I think this will work perfectly for the shoot."
As they discussed the details of the shoot, Sarah and Taylor had agreed on a plan. Taylor would periodically appear, checking in with Sarah to make sure she was still safe and comfortable. This way, Sarah would never feel truly alone or vulnerable during the shoot.
Now, with the Photog's directions, Sarah was to sit on the floor with her arms behind her back. She did so, her movements awkward and uncertain. The Photog watched her for a moment, then nodded to himself.
"Perfect," he said. "Now, just sit like that, and I'll start snapping photos."
Sarah sat, her body tense and rigid, as the Photog began to take pictures. Her arms were indeed behind her back, and her legs were straight out in front of her. She looked up at the Photog, her eyes searching for reassurance.
"Hey, Photog?" she said, her voice uncertain.
"Yes, Sarah?" he replied, not looking away from his camera.
"I just want to check in with Taylor," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to make sure she's okay."
The Photog didn't respond, simply continuing to take pictures. Sarah looked up at him, her expression anxious, but the Photog remained steadfast, his eyes fixed on his camera.
As the Photog continued to take pictures, he slowly began to explain the next steps of the shoot. "It's time to get tied up, Sarah," he said, his voice low and gentle. "Don't worry, it's all part of the process."
Sarah's heart began to beat faster as she felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. She had never been tied up before, and the thought of being helpless was uncomfortable.
The Photog gently took two leather straps from a nearby rack and began to work on Sarah's wrists and elbows. He pulled her elbows together, strapping them securely with the leather, and then moved on to her wrists. Sarah felt a surge of panic as she realized she was being restrained, but the Photog's gentle hands and soothing voice helped to calm her down.
As the straps were tightened, Sarah felt a sense of helplessness wash over her. She was no longer able to move her arms or legs, and she was completely at the mercy of the Photog. She tried to resist, but it was no use - the straps were too tight, and she was too relaxed.
The Photog worked slowly and carefully, making sure that Sarah was comfortable and secure. He checked the straps regularly, making adjustments as needed to ensure that they were not too tight.
As Sarah felt her helplessness, she began to experience a range of emotions. She was scared, but also curious. She was unsure of what would happen next, but she was also excited to see where this experience would take her.
The Photog, sensing Sarah's emotions, continued to speak softly and reassuringly. "You're doing great, Sarah," he said. "Just relax and trust me. I'm here to take care of you."
Sarah took a deep breath and tried to calm down, focusing on the Photog's gentle voice and the sensation of his hands on her skin. She was slowly falling into a sense of relaxation, and she was starting to enjoy the experience.
But despite the Photog's reassurances, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that she was in a vulnerable position. She was tied up and helpless, and she was completely at the mercy of the Photog. She wondered what would happen next, and whether she would be able to escape or if she would be trapped forever.
The Photog gently guided Sarah's body, moving her onto her back and securing her arms behind her with the leather straps. Sarah felt a sense of weightlessness as her body was immobilized, unable to move or resist. The straps dug gently into her skin, but the Photog's hands were soft and gentle as he worked.
Next, the Photog bent Sarah's ankles up behind her thighs, strapping each ankle to the back of each thigh with the leather straps. Sarah felt a surge of discomfort as her ankles were pulled upwards, but the Photog's movements were slow and controlled, and he made sure that the straps were not too tight.
As Sarah felt herself becoming more and more immobilized, she began to feel a sense of panic rising up inside her. She was trapped, and she didn't know what was happening or why. She tried to move, but her arms and legs were pinned down, and she was completely at the mercy of the Photog.
"Taylor?" Sarah called out, her voice shaking slightly. "How's Taylor doing? Is she okay?"
The Photog didn't respond, but Sarah could sense that he was listening to her. She tried to call out again, but her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Photog?" she said, her voice trembling. "Are you sure Taylor is okay?"
There was a pause, and then the Photog spoke up, his voice low and soothing. "Taylor is fine, Sarah," he said. "She's just...relaxing. Enjoying the show."
Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she heard the Photog's words. She felt a surge of fear and anxiety, and she tried to move again, but the straps were too tight. She was trapped, and she didn't know what was happening or what would happen next.
The Photog continued to speak, his voice calm and reassuring, but Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that she was in danger. She was immobilized, and she was at the mercy of the Photog, and she didn't know what he would do next.
The Photog smiled and said, "I'll go get Taylor now. She's going to be prepared for the next part of the shoot."
Sarah's eyes widened in confusion as she wondered what "prepared" meant. Was Taylor going to be restrained like Sarah? Was something else happening? The Photog's words only added to Sarah's confusion and anxiety.
The Photog nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Sarah to wonder what was going on. He walked back inside the house, and Sarah could hear the sound of footsteps and muffled voices.
The Photog entered the room, where Taylor was helplessly relaxed on the sofa, her eyes closed and a peaceful expression on her face. The Photog greeted Taylor with a warm smile and said, "Hey, how do you feel?"
Taylor's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at the Photog with a drowsy expression. "I feel... really relaxed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what's going on, though."
The Photog sat down next to Taylor on the sofa, and she snuggled closer to him, her body still and relaxed. "You're going to be okay, Taylor," the Photog said reassuringly. "Just relax and let us take care of you."
Taylor's eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to remember what had happened. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice still weak. "Why am I here?"
The Photog's smile grew wider as he leaned in close to Taylor. "You're here for the shoot, Taylor," he said gently. "Sarah is already tied up and gagged. We're going to take some pictures of you together."
Taylor's eyes widened in surprise as she realized what was happening. "What about Sarah?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
The Photog's expression turned serious, and he looked at Taylor with a thoughtful gaze. "Sarah is doing great," he said. "She's very brave. But we need to make sure you're comfortable and relaxed before we start shooting."
Taylor's eyes narrowed further as she tried to remember what had happened to Sarah. "What do you mean by 'comfortable and relaxed'?" she asked, her voice tinged with unease.
The Photog's smile grew wider, and he leaned in closer to Taylor. "Don't worry, Taylor," he said. "We'll take care of both of you. Just relax and let us do our job."
The Photog offered to help Taylor to the garage to see how Sarah was doing. Taylor, still feeling weak and disoriented, accepted his offer. The Photog gently took her arm and helped her up from the sofa, supporting her weight as they made their way to the garage.
As they walked, Taylor's eyes struggled to focus, and her legs felt like jelly. She was grateful for the Photog's support, as she didn't think she could have made it on her own. The Photog helped her up the stairs and into the garage, where Sarah was waiting.
As they entered the garage, Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. Taylor had changed outfits, and was now wearing a similar bandana top and short denim shorts as Sarah. Sarah's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the sight of her friend in a similar outfit.
The Photog gently and gropingly sat Taylor in a chair, so that she could see how helplessly bound Sarah was. Sarah was lying on the floor, her arms and legs restrained by the leather straps. The Photog had tied her wrists and ankles in a complex pattern, making it clear that she was completely at his mercy.
Taylor's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Sarah's helpless state. She looked up at the Photog, a mixture of concern and alarm on her face. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Photog smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Just a little photoshoot," he said. "Don't worry, Taylor. You're safe. You're just here to be a part of the action."
Taylor's eyes narrowed further as she took in the sight of Sarah's bound form. She looked up at the Photog, a question in her eyes. "What about Sarah?" she asked. "Is she okay?"
The Photog nodded, his smile growing wider. "Sarah is fine," he said. "She's just a little... restrained. But don't worry, she's not in any pain. She's just... enjoying the experience."
Taylor's eyes widened in alarm as she took in the Photog's words. She didn't know what to make of the situation, or what was going on. All she knew was that she was feeling weak and scared, and she didn't like it one bit.
As the Photog continued to explain the situation to Taylor, Sarah lay on her back, her arms bound behind her, ankles strapped behind her thighs. Both girls were unable to help each other, and a sense of panic began to set in.
Just as it seemed like the situation couldn't get any more intense, another door in the garage opened, and ten older men slowly entered. The girls were shocked, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in the sight of the new arrivals.
Four of the men quickly surrounded the chair Taylor was sitting in, their faces stern and unforgiving. They began to strap her arms behind her back, their hands moving quickly and efficiently as they secured her wrists to the chair. Taylor struggled against the straps, but it was too late. She was trapped.
The other six men moved to kneel on either side of helpless Sarah, their faces filled with a mixture of excitement and brutality. They moved in unison, their bodies towering over Sarah as they positioned themselves around her.
As the men worked, Sarah's eyes went wide with fear. She was completely at their mercy, unable to move or escape. She looked up at Taylor, who was still strapped to the chair, and saw that her friend was in a similar predicament.
Taylor's eyes locked onto Sarah's, and the two girls shared a look of desperation and fear. They were trapped, and they didn't know what was going to happen next. The men's faces were twisted into cruel grins, and their eyes gleamed with a sinister intent.
The air in the garage was thick with tension as the men continued to work, their movements slow and deliberate. The girls were at their mercy, and it was clear that they were in for a long and terrifying night.
As the men finished securing Sarah and Taylor, they stood up, their chests heaving with exertion. The leader of the group, a large and menacing man with a thick beard, turned to the Photog and nodded.
"It's time to get started," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "Let's make some pictures."
One of the men, a tall and muscular individual with a cruel glint in his eye, approached helpless Taylor. He was holding something large and cumbersome, resembling a red semi-clear piece of candy in the shape of a cock. The object had straps funneled through it, adding to its menacing appearance.
The man held out the object to Taylor, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "You're going to have this in your mouth, Taylor," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "This will make you drool."
Taylor's eyes widened in horror as she realized what the man was holding. She tried to struggle against her restraints, but they were too tight. The man chuckled, clearly enjoying her fear.
The other men began to discuss their plan, their voices low and conspiratorial. "We'll take her drool and use it as a slippery lotion to tickle her helpless friend Sarah," one of them said, his eyes glinting with excitement.
Another man chimed in, "And then we'll take it to the next level. We'll use it to lubricate Sarah's mouth, making it easy for us to penetrate her."
The men's voices rose in excitement, their enthusiasm for their twisted plan growing. Taylor's eyes went wide with terror as she realized the extent of their depravity. She was trapped, helpless, and at the mercy of these monsters.
The man with the cock-shaped object held it out to Taylor once again, his grin growing wider. "You're going to love this, Taylor," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "You're going to love the way it makes you drool."
Taylor's face contorted in a mixture of fear and disgust as she realized what she was being forced to do. She was going to be used as a tool for the men's twisted desires, and she had no control over her own body.
The man leaned in close, his breath hot against Taylor's face. "Are you ready to make us drool, Taylor?" he growled, his eyes glinting with cruelty.
Taylor's response was barely audible, a faint whisper of "no". But the man just laughed, his voice echoing through the garage. "We'll see about that," he said, his grin growing wider.
Sarah struggled against the restraints, her body tense and twitching as she tried to break free. But it was no use, the 6 men knelt around her, their fingers ever so close to her flesh exposed tickle spots. They seemed to be savoring the moment, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they prepared to begin their assault.
One of the men, the same one who had held the cock-shaped object earlier, reached out and rubbed his fingers over Taylor's lips, sending shivers down her spine. "You're going to love this, Taylor," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.
The man then slid the cock-shaped object over Taylor's lips, its red surface glistening in the dim light of the garage. Taylor's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening, but her weakened state allowed her mouth to be opened, and the candy slid in.
As the man strapped the object tight, Taylor's mouth was unable to move, unable to escape the tickling sensation that was about to ensue. The men's fingers closed in around her face, their fingertips brushing against her skin as they prepared to begin the torture.
The man who had held the cock-shaped object earlier leaned in close, his breath hot against Taylor's face. "This is going to be fun," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
As the men began to tickle Taylor, their fingers moving quickly and relentlessly over her skin, Sarah's struggles only grew more desperate. She was trapped, helpless, and at the mercy of these monsters.
The men's laughter echoed through the garage, their voices growing louder and more manic as they continued their assault. Taylor's screams were muffled by the cock-shaped object, but Sarah could hear them, feel them, and they only added to her own sense of terror and helplessness.
As the men continued to tickle Taylor, Sarah's own body began to feel the effects of her own helplessness. Her struggles grew weaker, her body relaxing into the restraints as she felt a sense of despair wash over her. She was trapped, and there was nothing she could do to escape.
As the men continued to tickle Taylor, she began to drool uncontrollably, her body betraying her attempts to resist. The drool accumulated around the large candy cock, which was still strapped to her lips, and began to take on a life of its own.
The drool formed a thick, sticky liquid that wrapped around the cock-shaped object, holding it in place as it continued to tickle Taylor's lips and tongue. Sarah watched in horror as the drool secreting from Taylor's lips became a sort of tickle lotion, a slippery substance that would soon be used to lubricate her own mouth.
As Sarah watched, the men began to nod to each other, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They knew what was about to happen, and they were eager to proceed. The leader of the group, the one with the thick beard, stepped forward and reached out to touch the drool-covered cock-shaped object.
"Ah, perfect," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "The drool has taken care of the slippery issue. Now, it's time to move on to the next step."
The men began to nod in agreement, their faces twisted into cruel grins. Sarah knew that she was next, and that the men were planning to use the same drool that was now wrapped around the cock-shaped object to lubricate her own mouth.
As the men began to prepare for the next step, Sarah felt a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that she was in for a terrible ordeal, one that would leave her feeling humiliated and helpless. The men's laughter echoed through the garage, a cold and mirthless sound that sent shivers down Sarah's spine.
The men's leader turned to Sarah, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's time to get started, Sarah," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You're going to love this."
The men each took a turn taking a small amount of the drool that had accumulated around the cock-shaped object. They held it in their fingers, feeling the sticky substance as they prepared to use it to tickle Sarah's helpless body.
The leader of the group, the one with the thick beard, was the first to start. He took a small amount of drool and began to tease it across Sarah's lips, using his fingers to gently prod and poke at her sensitive skin. Sarah's eyes widened in horror as she felt the drool being applied to her mouth, and she tried to squirm away from the men's touch.
But it was too late. The drool had already been applied, and Sarah's body began to react to the touch. She involuntarily moistened in her loins, feeling a warm and sticky sensation that spread through her entire body.
The other men followed suit, each taking a turn teasing the drool across Sarah's lips and feeling her body react to the touch. The leader of the group used his fingers to gently probe Sarah's mouth, teasing the drool into her lips and making her squirm with pleasure.
Meanwhile, the men had also turned their attention to Taylor, who was still strapped to the chair. One of the men took a small amount of her drool and teased it across her own lips, using his fingers to gently prod and poke at her sensitive skin. Taylor's eyes widened in horror as she felt the drool being applied to her mouth, and she tried to squirm away from the men's touch.
But it was too late. The drool had already been applied, and Taylor's body began to react to the touch. She involuntarily moistened in her loins, feeling a warm and sticky sensation that spread through her entire body.
As the men continued to tease the drool across their bodies, both Sarah and Taylor began to squirm and struggle. They tried to move away from the men's touch, but they were too tied up and unable to escape.
The men laughed and continued to tease the drool, using it to tickle and prod at each other's bodies. They were enjoying the sensation, and they were determined to make each other squirm with pleasure.
As the tickling continued, both Sarah and Taylor became more and more worked up. They were sweating and moaning, their bodies tense with pleasure and pain. The men were enjoying the show, and they continued to tease and prod each other's bodies until they were both crying out with pleasure.
Finally, the men stopped, their job done. They stood back and admired their handiwork, smiling at each other with pleasure. Sarah and Taylor, on the other hand, were left to recover from the ordeal, their bodies tense and exhausted.
Please comment or message your thoughts or ideas for changes.......
Sarah Edwards stood nervously outside the cozy house, fidgeting with the hem of her mini-skirt. She had never been one for risqué photography shoots, but something about this one had piqued her interest. Her friend Taylor, sensing her unease, gave her a reassuring pat on the back.
"Hey, Sarah, you got this," Taylor said, adjusting her own outfit – a tight white tank top and high-waisted leather pants. "We're in this together, anyway."
Sarah smiled weakly, and the two friends made their way up the walkway to the front door. It swung open before they even reached it, revealing a warm smile from the Photographer, aka Photog.
"Hey there, ladies! Come on in, come on in. I'm so glad you could make it." He stepped aside, allowing them to enter.
The house was quaint, with a living room that opened up to a kitchen and a short hallway leading to the garage. Photog gestured for them to follow him, and they trailed behind him, their eyes adjusting to the natural light spilling from the windows.
As they entered the garage, Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. The space was transformed into a veritable playground of bondage equipment – racks, cuffs, blindfolds, and all manner of restraints. Taylor let out a low whistle, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Wow, this is quite the setup," she breathed.
Photog chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I like to think of myself as a bit of a creative, so I like to have a lot of options available. Now, let's talk about the shoot. What are you both comfortable with?"
Sarah hesitated, unsure of what to expect, but Taylor gave her a reassuring nudge. "We're both game, as long as it's consensual and safe," Taylor said, her voice firm.
Photog nodded, jotting down some notes on a clipboard. "Great. I'll make sure to keep that in mind. Now, shall we get started? I have a few ideas I'd like to run by you both..."
Photog continued, "Okay, so I think we can make this work. Taylor, why don't you head back inside and wait for Sarah here? She'll be shooting with me in the garage, and I want to make sure she's comfortable and ready to go."
Taylor nodded, giving Sarah a reassuring smile and a thumbs-up before following Photog back into the house.
Photog turned to Sarah, his eyes locked on hers. "Now, let's talk about what I have in mind for your shots. I want you to wear some of these items –" He held up a few examples, including a short denim skirt, a bandana top, and a pair of tank tops. "I think these will add a nice contrast to the garage setting. And, of course, we'll keep it breezy – no shoes, just shorts or skirts."
Sarah's brow furrowed slightly as she took in the outfit list, but Photog could see the excitement starting to build in her eyes.
"Can I ask, is there a particular style or theme you're thinking?" she asked, her voice a little stronger now.
"Not really," Photog replied, "I just want to capture some natural, effortless looks. Something that shows off your body and your personality. I think these outfits will give me a good starting point."
Sarah nodded, seeming to accept the plan. Photog handed her a few of the outfits, and Sarah began to change into the short denim shorts and bandana top.
As she disappeared into the changing area, Photog escorted Taylor back into the house, chatting with her about the shoot and answering any questions she might have. Once they were both inside, Photog closed the door behind them, leaving Sarah to her preparations.
A moment later, the sound of rustling fabric and the soft rustle of a zipper could be heard from inside the changing area, and Photog's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he waited for Sarah to emerge, ready to start their bondage shoot.
As Taylor finished her initial chat with Photog, he asked her if she'd like to change into something similar to Sarah's outfit. "I have a few options that might interest you," he said, gesturing towards a closet in the corner of the room.
Taylor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of things do you have in there?"
Photog smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Just some little somethings I like to have on hand for the models. Follow me."
He led Taylor to the closet, where she was greeted by a veritable treasure trove of lingerie and accessories. There were silk robes, lace corsets, and delicate-looking bras that sparkled in the soft light.
Taylor's eyes widened as she browsed through the selection, her fingers trailing over the delicate fabrics. Photog watched her with interest, his eyes roving over her body as she tried on a few pieces.
Finally, he settled on a pair of black lace shorts and a matching halter top. Taylor slipped into the outfit, and Photog couldn't help but notice how well it fit her. The lace was delicate but visible, adding a touch of sophistication to her overall look.
As she finished changing, Taylor sat down on the couch, looking relaxed and content. Photog smiled, happy with the way she looked.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, disappearing into the kitchen to prepare a drink. "I'll bring it over to you."
A moment later, he returned with a glass of something that looked like a sparkling water, but had a subtle shimmer to it. "This is a special blend," he said, setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of Taylor. "It's a little something I like to use to help models relax during shoots."
Taylor took a sip, and her eyes widened slightly as she felt a subtle buzz begin to spread through her body. Unbeknownst to her, the drink was actually a relaxing sedative, designed to calm her muscles and make her less responsive to any potential pain or discomfort.
As she sat there, sipping her drink and trying to process what was happening, Photog busied himself setting up the garage for the shoot. He had everything he needed, and he was eager to get started. But for now, he was content to simply wait and observe, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the house and the relaxed demeanor of his model, Taylor.
As Sarah emerged from the changing area, she stood nervously in front of the Photog, fidgeting with the hem of her outfit. She had chosen the very short denim shorts, which revealed a significant amount of skin, and a bandana top that tied around her like a tube top, hanging over her breasts just enough to cover them. The overall effect was one of playful, carefree sensuality.
The Photog's eyes roamed over her body, taking in the sight of her in her outfit. He smiled to himself, seeming to approve of her choice.
"Great choice, Sarah," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I think this will work perfectly for the shoot."
As they discussed the details of the shoot, Sarah and Taylor had agreed on a plan. Taylor would periodically appear, checking in with Sarah to make sure she was still safe and comfortable. This way, Sarah would never feel truly alone or vulnerable during the shoot.
Now, with the Photog's directions, Sarah was to sit on the floor with her arms behind her back. She did so, her movements awkward and uncertain. The Photog watched her for a moment, then nodded to himself.
"Perfect," he said. "Now, just sit like that, and I'll start snapping photos."
Sarah sat, her body tense and rigid, as the Photog began to take pictures. Her arms were indeed behind her back, and her legs were straight out in front of her. She looked up at the Photog, her eyes searching for reassurance.
"Hey, Photog?" she said, her voice uncertain.
"Yes, Sarah?" he replied, not looking away from his camera.
"I just want to check in with Taylor," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to make sure she's okay."
The Photog didn't respond, simply continuing to take pictures. Sarah looked up at him, her expression anxious, but the Photog remained steadfast, his eyes fixed on his camera.
As the Photog continued to take pictures, he slowly began to explain the next steps of the shoot. "It's time to get tied up, Sarah," he said, his voice low and gentle. "Don't worry, it's all part of the process."
Sarah's heart began to beat faster as she felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. She had never been tied up before, and the thought of being helpless was uncomfortable.
The Photog gently took two leather straps from a nearby rack and began to work on Sarah's wrists and elbows. He pulled her elbows together, strapping them securely with the leather, and then moved on to her wrists. Sarah felt a surge of panic as she realized she was being restrained, but the Photog's gentle hands and soothing voice helped to calm her down.
As the straps were tightened, Sarah felt a sense of helplessness wash over her. She was no longer able to move her arms or legs, and she was completely at the mercy of the Photog. She tried to resist, but it was no use - the straps were too tight, and she was too relaxed.
The Photog worked slowly and carefully, making sure that Sarah was comfortable and secure. He checked the straps regularly, making adjustments as needed to ensure that they were not too tight.
As Sarah felt her helplessness, she began to experience a range of emotions. She was scared, but also curious. She was unsure of what would happen next, but she was also excited to see where this experience would take her.
The Photog, sensing Sarah's emotions, continued to speak softly and reassuringly. "You're doing great, Sarah," he said. "Just relax and trust me. I'm here to take care of you."
Sarah took a deep breath and tried to calm down, focusing on the Photog's gentle voice and the sensation of his hands on her skin. She was slowly falling into a sense of relaxation, and she was starting to enjoy the experience.
But despite the Photog's reassurances, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that she was in a vulnerable position. She was tied up and helpless, and she was completely at the mercy of the Photog. She wondered what would happen next, and whether she would be able to escape or if she would be trapped forever.
The Photog gently guided Sarah's body, moving her onto her back and securing her arms behind her with the leather straps. Sarah felt a sense of weightlessness as her body was immobilized, unable to move or resist. The straps dug gently into her skin, but the Photog's hands were soft and gentle as he worked.
Next, the Photog bent Sarah's ankles up behind her thighs, strapping each ankle to the back of each thigh with the leather straps. Sarah felt a surge of discomfort as her ankles were pulled upwards, but the Photog's movements were slow and controlled, and he made sure that the straps were not too tight.
As Sarah felt herself becoming more and more immobilized, she began to feel a sense of panic rising up inside her. She was trapped, and she didn't know what was happening or why. She tried to move, but her arms and legs were pinned down, and she was completely at the mercy of the Photog.
"Taylor?" Sarah called out, her voice shaking slightly. "How's Taylor doing? Is she okay?"
The Photog didn't respond, but Sarah could sense that he was listening to her. She tried to call out again, but her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Photog?" she said, her voice trembling. "Are you sure Taylor is okay?"
There was a pause, and then the Photog spoke up, his voice low and soothing. "Taylor is fine, Sarah," he said. "She's just...relaxing. Enjoying the show."
Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she heard the Photog's words. She felt a surge of fear and anxiety, and she tried to move again, but the straps were too tight. She was trapped, and she didn't know what was happening or what would happen next.
The Photog continued to speak, his voice calm and reassuring, but Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that she was in danger. She was immobilized, and she was at the mercy of the Photog, and she didn't know what he would do next.
The Photog smiled and said, "I'll go get Taylor now. She's going to be prepared for the next part of the shoot."
Sarah's eyes widened in confusion as she wondered what "prepared" meant. Was Taylor going to be restrained like Sarah? Was something else happening? The Photog's words only added to Sarah's confusion and anxiety.
The Photog nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Sarah to wonder what was going on. He walked back inside the house, and Sarah could hear the sound of footsteps and muffled voices.
The Photog entered the room, where Taylor was helplessly relaxed on the sofa, her eyes closed and a peaceful expression on her face. The Photog greeted Taylor with a warm smile and said, "Hey, how do you feel?"
Taylor's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at the Photog with a drowsy expression. "I feel... really relaxed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what's going on, though."
The Photog sat down next to Taylor on the sofa, and she snuggled closer to him, her body still and relaxed. "You're going to be okay, Taylor," the Photog said reassuringly. "Just relax and let us take care of you."
Taylor's eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to remember what had happened. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice still weak. "Why am I here?"
The Photog's smile grew wider as he leaned in close to Taylor. "You're here for the shoot, Taylor," he said gently. "Sarah is already tied up and gagged. We're going to take some pictures of you together."
Taylor's eyes widened in surprise as she realized what was happening. "What about Sarah?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
The Photog's expression turned serious, and he looked at Taylor with a thoughtful gaze. "Sarah is doing great," he said. "She's very brave. But we need to make sure you're comfortable and relaxed before we start shooting."
Taylor's eyes narrowed further as she tried to remember what had happened to Sarah. "What do you mean by 'comfortable and relaxed'?" she asked, her voice tinged with unease.
The Photog's smile grew wider, and he leaned in closer to Taylor. "Don't worry, Taylor," he said. "We'll take care of both of you. Just relax and let us do our job."
The Photog offered to help Taylor to the garage to see how Sarah was doing. Taylor, still feeling weak and disoriented, accepted his offer. The Photog gently took her arm and helped her up from the sofa, supporting her weight as they made their way to the garage.
As they walked, Taylor's eyes struggled to focus, and her legs felt like jelly. She was grateful for the Photog's support, as she didn't think she could have made it on her own. The Photog helped her up the stairs and into the garage, where Sarah was waiting.
As they entered the garage, Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. Taylor had changed outfits, and was now wearing a similar bandana top and short denim shorts as Sarah. Sarah's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the sight of her friend in a similar outfit.
The Photog gently and gropingly sat Taylor in a chair, so that she could see how helplessly bound Sarah was. Sarah was lying on the floor, her arms and legs restrained by the leather straps. The Photog had tied her wrists and ankles in a complex pattern, making it clear that she was completely at his mercy.
Taylor's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Sarah's helpless state. She looked up at the Photog, a mixture of concern and alarm on her face. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Photog smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Just a little photoshoot," he said. "Don't worry, Taylor. You're safe. You're just here to be a part of the action."
Taylor's eyes narrowed further as she took in the sight of Sarah's bound form. She looked up at the Photog, a question in her eyes. "What about Sarah?" she asked. "Is she okay?"
The Photog nodded, his smile growing wider. "Sarah is fine," he said. "She's just a little... restrained. But don't worry, she's not in any pain. She's just... enjoying the experience."
Taylor's eyes widened in alarm as she took in the Photog's words. She didn't know what to make of the situation, or what was going on. All she knew was that she was feeling weak and scared, and she didn't like it one bit.
As the Photog continued to explain the situation to Taylor, Sarah lay on her back, her arms bound behind her, ankles strapped behind her thighs. Both girls were unable to help each other, and a sense of panic began to set in.
Just as it seemed like the situation couldn't get any more intense, another door in the garage opened, and ten older men slowly entered. The girls were shocked, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in the sight of the new arrivals.
Four of the men quickly surrounded the chair Taylor was sitting in, their faces stern and unforgiving. They began to strap her arms behind her back, their hands moving quickly and efficiently as they secured her wrists to the chair. Taylor struggled against the straps, but it was too late. She was trapped.
The other six men moved to kneel on either side of helpless Sarah, their faces filled with a mixture of excitement and brutality. They moved in unison, their bodies towering over Sarah as they positioned themselves around her.
As the men worked, Sarah's eyes went wide with fear. She was completely at their mercy, unable to move or escape. She looked up at Taylor, who was still strapped to the chair, and saw that her friend was in a similar predicament.
Taylor's eyes locked onto Sarah's, and the two girls shared a look of desperation and fear. They were trapped, and they didn't know what was going to happen next. The men's faces were twisted into cruel grins, and their eyes gleamed with a sinister intent.
The air in the garage was thick with tension as the men continued to work, their movements slow and deliberate. The girls were at their mercy, and it was clear that they were in for a long and terrifying night.
As the men finished securing Sarah and Taylor, they stood up, their chests heaving with exertion. The leader of the group, a large and menacing man with a thick beard, turned to the Photog and nodded.
"It's time to get started," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "Let's make some pictures."
One of the men, a tall and muscular individual with a cruel glint in his eye, approached helpless Taylor. He was holding something large and cumbersome, resembling a red semi-clear piece of candy in the shape of a cock. The object had straps funneled through it, adding to its menacing appearance.
The man held out the object to Taylor, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "You're going to have this in your mouth, Taylor," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "This will make you drool."
Taylor's eyes widened in horror as she realized what the man was holding. She tried to struggle against her restraints, but they were too tight. The man chuckled, clearly enjoying her fear.
The other men began to discuss their plan, their voices low and conspiratorial. "We'll take her drool and use it as a slippery lotion to tickle her helpless friend Sarah," one of them said, his eyes glinting with excitement.
Another man chimed in, "And then we'll take it to the next level. We'll use it to lubricate Sarah's mouth, making it easy for us to penetrate her."
The men's voices rose in excitement, their enthusiasm for their twisted plan growing. Taylor's eyes went wide with terror as she realized the extent of their depravity. She was trapped, helpless, and at the mercy of these monsters.
The man with the cock-shaped object held it out to Taylor once again, his grin growing wider. "You're going to love this, Taylor," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "You're going to love the way it makes you drool."
Taylor's face contorted in a mixture of fear and disgust as she realized what she was being forced to do. She was going to be used as a tool for the men's twisted desires, and she had no control over her own body.
The man leaned in close, his breath hot against Taylor's face. "Are you ready to make us drool, Taylor?" he growled, his eyes glinting with cruelty.
Taylor's response was barely audible, a faint whisper of "no". But the man just laughed, his voice echoing through the garage. "We'll see about that," he said, his grin growing wider.
Sarah struggled against the restraints, her body tense and twitching as she tried to break free. But it was no use, the 6 men knelt around her, their fingers ever so close to her flesh exposed tickle spots. They seemed to be savoring the moment, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they prepared to begin their assault.
One of the men, the same one who had held the cock-shaped object earlier, reached out and rubbed his fingers over Taylor's lips, sending shivers down her spine. "You're going to love this, Taylor," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.
The man then slid the cock-shaped object over Taylor's lips, its red surface glistening in the dim light of the garage. Taylor's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening, but her weakened state allowed her mouth to be opened, and the candy slid in.
As the man strapped the object tight, Taylor's mouth was unable to move, unable to escape the tickling sensation that was about to ensue. The men's fingers closed in around her face, their fingertips brushing against her skin as they prepared to begin the torture.
The man who had held the cock-shaped object earlier leaned in close, his breath hot against Taylor's face. "This is going to be fun," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
As the men began to tickle Taylor, their fingers moving quickly and relentlessly over her skin, Sarah's struggles only grew more desperate. She was trapped, helpless, and at the mercy of these monsters.
The men's laughter echoed through the garage, their voices growing louder and more manic as they continued their assault. Taylor's screams were muffled by the cock-shaped object, but Sarah could hear them, feel them, and they only added to her own sense of terror and helplessness.
As the men continued to tickle Taylor, Sarah's own body began to feel the effects of her own helplessness. Her struggles grew weaker, her body relaxing into the restraints as she felt a sense of despair wash over her. She was trapped, and there was nothing she could do to escape.
As the men continued to tickle Taylor, she began to drool uncontrollably, her body betraying her attempts to resist. The drool accumulated around the large candy cock, which was still strapped to her lips, and began to take on a life of its own.
The drool formed a thick, sticky liquid that wrapped around the cock-shaped object, holding it in place as it continued to tickle Taylor's lips and tongue. Sarah watched in horror as the drool secreting from Taylor's lips became a sort of tickle lotion, a slippery substance that would soon be used to lubricate her own mouth.
As Sarah watched, the men began to nod to each other, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They knew what was about to happen, and they were eager to proceed. The leader of the group, the one with the thick beard, stepped forward and reached out to touch the drool-covered cock-shaped object.
"Ah, perfect," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "The drool has taken care of the slippery issue. Now, it's time to move on to the next step."
The men began to nod in agreement, their faces twisted into cruel grins. Sarah knew that she was next, and that the men were planning to use the same drool that was now wrapped around the cock-shaped object to lubricate her own mouth.
As the men began to prepare for the next step, Sarah felt a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that she was in for a terrible ordeal, one that would leave her feeling humiliated and helpless. The men's laughter echoed through the garage, a cold and mirthless sound that sent shivers down Sarah's spine.
The men's leader turned to Sarah, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's time to get started, Sarah," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You're going to love this."
The men each took a turn taking a small amount of the drool that had accumulated around the cock-shaped object. They held it in their fingers, feeling the sticky substance as they prepared to use it to tickle Sarah's helpless body.
The leader of the group, the one with the thick beard, was the first to start. He took a small amount of drool and began to tease it across Sarah's lips, using his fingers to gently prod and poke at her sensitive skin. Sarah's eyes widened in horror as she felt the drool being applied to her mouth, and she tried to squirm away from the men's touch.
But it was too late. The drool had already been applied, and Sarah's body began to react to the touch. She involuntarily moistened in her loins, feeling a warm and sticky sensation that spread through her entire body.
The other men followed suit, each taking a turn teasing the drool across Sarah's lips and feeling her body react to the touch. The leader of the group used his fingers to gently probe Sarah's mouth, teasing the drool into her lips and making her squirm with pleasure.
Meanwhile, the men had also turned their attention to Taylor, who was still strapped to the chair. One of the men took a small amount of her drool and teased it across her own lips, using his fingers to gently prod and poke at her sensitive skin. Taylor's eyes widened in horror as she felt the drool being applied to her mouth, and she tried to squirm away from the men's touch.
But it was too late. The drool had already been applied, and Taylor's body began to react to the touch. She involuntarily moistened in her loins, feeling a warm and sticky sensation that spread through her entire body.
As the men continued to tease the drool across their bodies, both Sarah and Taylor began to squirm and struggle. They tried to move away from the men's touch, but they were too tied up and unable to escape.
The men laughed and continued to tease the drool, using it to tickle and prod at each other's bodies. They were enjoying the sensation, and they were determined to make each other squirm with pleasure.
As the tickling continued, both Sarah and Taylor became more and more worked up. They were sweating and moaning, their bodies tense with pleasure and pain. The men were enjoying the show, and they continued to tease and prod each other's bodies until they were both crying out with pleasure.
Finally, the men stopped, their job done. They stood back and admired their handiwork, smiling at each other with pleasure. Sarah and Taylor, on the other hand, were left to recover from the ordeal, their bodies tense and exhausted.
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