The Inheritance - 4 - The Realization
The mans's demeanor softened a little as he and Kirina approached the stairs.
"It was me in that room, just less than twenty years ago." The man said, almost to himself. "Another boy and I had been caught at school with a girlie magazine. Nothing like the stuff they have nowadays."
The man handed Kirina the box containing her things, and continued as they walked. "We were both stripped naked, and placed in that room together. I was never so scared in my life. We had to witness each other's punishment, which may have been the worst part of all."
Kirina looked into the box, containing her clothing, and her purse. She was still in no position to flee, or even argue. She'd already witnessed the stern methods used in the factory.
"Up the stairs, please." The man directed Kirina. "Oh, and don't worry about the boy. His Auntie has known he's bisexual, that he's had homosexual desires even before he did. She is paying very well for his lessons. It's actually much safer going through those lessons here, rather than through strangers, wouldn't you agree?"
The man continued to talk as they went up the stairs. "Oh, and you did amazing with him!" The man smiled. "Did you see the way he looked at you? He'll be fantasizing about that experience for the rest of his days. I was going to have you blow him, but I think that would have been too much."
Kirina still didn't understand exactly what was going on. She was still trying to comprehend it all. Stripped, ordered to suck the man, and even beg for it; licking the pussy of a woman in bondage, and taking strokes from a flogger across her back - then, rubbing the penis of a boy who was confessing to his most secret of thoughts.
There was also another wave of emotion going through Kirina's mind.
For all the fear, and for all the submission, Kirina also felt an element of strength.
Kirina felt wanted, in a way she never had before. The man desired her when he put his cock in her mouth. Kirina had made a woman orgasm. And yes, the look the boy had given her was one of total lust - but it also made Kirina feel like a sexual muse, an inspiration.
"I believe you'll find this room a bit more pleasant than what you've seen so far." The man said, opening the door to Room #3.
The room was a full salon, and photography studio. A man and woman were tidying up the makeup and hair area, and another man and woman were setting up backgrounds and costumes for Kirina's photography shoot.
"This is the biggest moneymaker of our whole facility." The man said, with an air of pride. "The photos are quickly reviewed and approved by a person downstairs, and uploaded almost immediately to our website. You'll be seen literally around the world before you even leave this room."
A woman took Kirina's hand, and led her over to the salon area. The two were very quick, and very professional. The man wiped the smudges from Kirina's knees from her kneeling on the ground. Her hair was next, including a trim of Kirina's pussy. A touch of color to her nipples. The room was warm, and comfortable.
The photography session must have taken an hour. Who knows how many photos were taken. The pictures ranged from shots of Kirina collared, tied, and on her knees with a dildo in her mouth, to a magazine-worthy picture of Kirina with a simple mink stole over her shoulder, one breast exposed.
Lingerie. Rope. Panties. Clamps. Blindfolds. Plugs. Dresses she would never wear in public. Smile. Turn. Point the toe.
"Bend, ass to the camera." The photographer would order. "Spread the cheeks. Yes, wider. Wider, please." Kirina simply obeyed. She felt like a puppet. "Turn, and face the door - that's right, tits hanging down - brilliant." The lighting would shift, and a background would change. "Let's see a look of fear - No, mouth open a bit wider - that's better - eyes downcast - no, not your head - just the eyes..." The shutter of the camera continued.
"Over 10,000 hits already." Noted the man, looking down at his phone. "Just think of how many will see you over the course of a year!"
The reality hit Kirina. The pictures would not be going away. Shared, printed, and masturbated over. She was now fully documented, and on the internet.
The last outfit was a 'domme' costume - simple in design, but effective. A black vinyl crotchless panty, with a matching undercup bra that accentuated Kirina's breasts. Heels. And finally, a simple mask which Kirina could look through. A look in the mirror confirmed the feelings rushing through her. Power. Sex. Control.
The man thanked the workers, then smiled to Kirina. "The next room may pose more of a challenge, but I think you're ready."
Kirina simply nodded back.
"You may be a little shocked by who you see, and what you will do in the next room." The man said, as the two exited into the hall. "Just remember that she is here consensually, and is paying a lot of money for this. The harsher you can be, the better. Focus on the tits, the ass, and the pussy - just leave her face alone, as she's a bit, well, public."
A simple sign on the door: Room #4.
"The tools will be simple. The man said, opening the door. "Whip, paddle, and cane. And you will use them without restraint."
What she saw shocked Kirina. She was not expecting this. Naked, with wrists cuffed and lifted wide above her, stood a figure she was well acquainted with. She had listened to her music. She had seen her movies. Watched her at the award ceremonies. Her face had been in every magazine, and on television.
An international star.
And here she was, naked and bound before Kirina.
The man handed Kirina a whip. "Lash her."
Kirina took the whip, and walked straight up to the woman, pretending not to recognize her. She measured the distance, and let loose with the first whip stroke.
SMAK!
The room was silent as moment, as the suspended woman caught her breath, then spat: "Is that all you've got?"
Kirina redoubled her effort, this time lashing the whip down hard on the woman's ass. 'No smart comeback this time.' Kirina thought. Another hard shot, this one to the woman's inner thigh. A red welt quickly rose. Kirina removed her mask, just to help get better aim - and also to view the woman's level of suffering.
"Try this on the teats." Said the man, handing Kirina a cane.
"Thank you." Responded Kirina, handing him back the whip.
The man then walked behind the woman, and placed a black ball gag in her mouth. He then secured straps from the gag behind the woman's head.
WHAK!. The cane landed hard on top of the woman's breasts, leaving a harsh stripe. Kirina noted the cane allowed for far greater accuracy. Left tit, right tit, Kirina kept landing the cane with hard strokes. Kirina then dropped the cane directly across the woman's nipples.
The scream from behind the gag was muffled, but astonishing.
"Do it again." Urged the man.
Kirina complied, this time even harder.
Tears were now flowing from the woman's eyes.
"My turn." The man said, nodding to Kirina. Kirina stepped back and smiled.
The man used a leather strap with a harsh uppercut to the woman's pussy. "Is this what you want? What you deserve?"
Unable to speak through the gag, the woman simply nodded.
The man responded with more strokes to the pussy, ass, thighs, belly, and breasts - each stroke harsher than the last.
Kirina stood in amazement after a particularly harsh strike to the pussy made the woman spasm, grunt, and spasm again.
The woman was having a powerful orgasm.
"Touch her cunt." The man addressed Kirina.
Kirina went up to the woman's cleft, which was marked by the whip, cane, and strap.
"Stick a finger in." Ordered the man. "Harshly. And deep."
The woman was looking directly down at Kirina as the finger entered. She was soaked. The finger also sparked another spasm, nearly as strong as the first.
The two continued with their torture, taking turns for what may have been an hour. Normally, Kirina would have asked this woman for her autograph if she had seen her on the street. Now, she was using a thick wooden paddle on her breasts, and causing her to scream in pain.
"Enough?" The man finally said to the woman.
She simply nodded, and voiced a thin 'Thank you' from behind the gag.
"You're very welcome." The man nodded.
"Lets's go back to the costume room to change out of that uniform." Said the man, speaking to Kirina as if he'd known her all his life. "You did very well! I wasn't sure how you'd do, but you did much better than I expected."
"You'd be surprised how many 'high profile' clients we serve." Added the man. "Politics, music, movies - the woman here last week was an even bigger surprise! I think some of them find it helps bring them back to earth somehow, as though their fame isn't deserved."
As they re-entered the salon, a fifth person was sitting on a chair. A woman, dressed a bit skimpy.
"Sir?" The woman stood. "I'm sorry I'm late. Actually, there was a mix-up with the payment - the courier guy got lost."
The man tilted his head a moment, like a confused dog. "And you are...?"
"From the agency! I was supposed to be here almost three hours ago, but like I said, the guy was late, and - well, I'm finally here!"
The man went pale as the reality hit. He then turned to Kirina.
"And you are?" He questioned, eyes wide.
"Max is my uncle." Kirina answered. "I think I own this place now."
The man stood mute, trying to grasp the situation. "I... I... I..." He was stuttering now, straining for words.
Kirina was still removing the domme outfit as reality hit. It was starting to make sense now.
The woman from 'the agency' was a prostitute, a paid woman. The man had mistaken Kirina for her when she first entered. The pay. The ordering around. He had been treating Kirina like a whore, because he thought she was a whore.
The three stood mute for a moment.
Kirina finally broke the silence. "I'd like to see room #5, please."
"It was me in that room, just less than twenty years ago." The man said, almost to himself. "Another boy and I had been caught at school with a girlie magazine. Nothing like the stuff they have nowadays."
The man handed Kirina the box containing her things, and continued as they walked. "We were both stripped naked, and placed in that room together. I was never so scared in my life. We had to witness each other's punishment, which may have been the worst part of all."
Kirina looked into the box, containing her clothing, and her purse. She was still in no position to flee, or even argue. She'd already witnessed the stern methods used in the factory.
"Up the stairs, please." The man directed Kirina. "Oh, and don't worry about the boy. His Auntie has known he's bisexual, that he's had homosexual desires even before he did. She is paying very well for his lessons. It's actually much safer going through those lessons here, rather than through strangers, wouldn't you agree?"
The man continued to talk as they went up the stairs. "Oh, and you did amazing with him!" The man smiled. "Did you see the way he looked at you? He'll be fantasizing about that experience for the rest of his days. I was going to have you blow him, but I think that would have been too much."
Kirina still didn't understand exactly what was going on. She was still trying to comprehend it all. Stripped, ordered to suck the man, and even beg for it; licking the pussy of a woman in bondage, and taking strokes from a flogger across her back - then, rubbing the penis of a boy who was confessing to his most secret of thoughts.
There was also another wave of emotion going through Kirina's mind.
For all the fear, and for all the submission, Kirina also felt an element of strength.
Kirina felt wanted, in a way she never had before. The man desired her when he put his cock in her mouth. Kirina had made a woman orgasm. And yes, the look the boy had given her was one of total lust - but it also made Kirina feel like a sexual muse, an inspiration.
"I believe you'll find this room a bit more pleasant than what you've seen so far." The man said, opening the door to Room #3.
The room was a full salon, and photography studio. A man and woman were tidying up the makeup and hair area, and another man and woman were setting up backgrounds and costumes for Kirina's photography shoot.
"This is the biggest moneymaker of our whole facility." The man said, with an air of pride. "The photos are quickly reviewed and approved by a person downstairs, and uploaded almost immediately to our website. You'll be seen literally around the world before you even leave this room."
A woman took Kirina's hand, and led her over to the salon area. The two were very quick, and very professional. The man wiped the smudges from Kirina's knees from her kneeling on the ground. Her hair was next, including a trim of Kirina's pussy. A touch of color to her nipples. The room was warm, and comfortable.
The photography session must have taken an hour. Who knows how many photos were taken. The pictures ranged from shots of Kirina collared, tied, and on her knees with a dildo in her mouth, to a magazine-worthy picture of Kirina with a simple mink stole over her shoulder, one breast exposed.
Lingerie. Rope. Panties. Clamps. Blindfolds. Plugs. Dresses she would never wear in public. Smile. Turn. Point the toe.
"Bend, ass to the camera." The photographer would order. "Spread the cheeks. Yes, wider. Wider, please." Kirina simply obeyed. She felt like a puppet. "Turn, and face the door - that's right, tits hanging down - brilliant." The lighting would shift, and a background would change. "Let's see a look of fear - No, mouth open a bit wider - that's better - eyes downcast - no, not your head - just the eyes..." The shutter of the camera continued.
"Over 10,000 hits already." Noted the man, looking down at his phone. "Just think of how many will see you over the course of a year!"
The reality hit Kirina. The pictures would not be going away. Shared, printed, and masturbated over. She was now fully documented, and on the internet.
The last outfit was a 'domme' costume - simple in design, but effective. A black vinyl crotchless panty, with a matching undercup bra that accentuated Kirina's breasts. Heels. And finally, a simple mask which Kirina could look through. A look in the mirror confirmed the feelings rushing through her. Power. Sex. Control.
The man thanked the workers, then smiled to Kirina. "The next room may pose more of a challenge, but I think you're ready."
Kirina simply nodded back.
"You may be a little shocked by who you see, and what you will do in the next room." The man said, as the two exited into the hall. "Just remember that she is here consensually, and is paying a lot of money for this. The harsher you can be, the better. Focus on the tits, the ass, and the pussy - just leave her face alone, as she's a bit, well, public."
A simple sign on the door: Room #4.
"The tools will be simple. The man said, opening the door. "Whip, paddle, and cane. And you will use them without restraint."
What she saw shocked Kirina. She was not expecting this. Naked, with wrists cuffed and lifted wide above her, stood a figure she was well acquainted with. She had listened to her music. She had seen her movies. Watched her at the award ceremonies. Her face had been in every magazine, and on television.
An international star.
And here she was, naked and bound before Kirina.
The man handed Kirina a whip. "Lash her."
Kirina took the whip, and walked straight up to the woman, pretending not to recognize her. She measured the distance, and let loose with the first whip stroke.
SMAK!
The room was silent as moment, as the suspended woman caught her breath, then spat: "Is that all you've got?"
Kirina redoubled her effort, this time lashing the whip down hard on the woman's ass. 'No smart comeback this time.' Kirina thought. Another hard shot, this one to the woman's inner thigh. A red welt quickly rose. Kirina removed her mask, just to help get better aim - and also to view the woman's level of suffering.
"Try this on the teats." Said the man, handing Kirina a cane.
"Thank you." Responded Kirina, handing him back the whip.
The man then walked behind the woman, and placed a black ball gag in her mouth. He then secured straps from the gag behind the woman's head.
WHAK!. The cane landed hard on top of the woman's breasts, leaving a harsh stripe. Kirina noted the cane allowed for far greater accuracy. Left tit, right tit, Kirina kept landing the cane with hard strokes. Kirina then dropped the cane directly across the woman's nipples.
The scream from behind the gag was muffled, but astonishing.
"Do it again." Urged the man.
Kirina complied, this time even harder.
Tears were now flowing from the woman's eyes.
"My turn." The man said, nodding to Kirina. Kirina stepped back and smiled.
The man used a leather strap with a harsh uppercut to the woman's pussy. "Is this what you want? What you deserve?"
Unable to speak through the gag, the woman simply nodded.
The man responded with more strokes to the pussy, ass, thighs, belly, and breasts - each stroke harsher than the last.
Kirina stood in amazement after a particularly harsh strike to the pussy made the woman spasm, grunt, and spasm again.
The woman was having a powerful orgasm.
"Touch her cunt." The man addressed Kirina.
Kirina went up to the woman's cleft, which was marked by the whip, cane, and strap.
"Stick a finger in." Ordered the man. "Harshly. And deep."
The woman was looking directly down at Kirina as the finger entered. She was soaked. The finger also sparked another spasm, nearly as strong as the first.
The two continued with their torture, taking turns for what may have been an hour. Normally, Kirina would have asked this woman for her autograph if she had seen her on the street. Now, she was using a thick wooden paddle on her breasts, and causing her to scream in pain.
"Enough?" The man finally said to the woman.
She simply nodded, and voiced a thin 'Thank you' from behind the gag.
"You're very welcome." The man nodded.
"Lets's go back to the costume room to change out of that uniform." Said the man, speaking to Kirina as if he'd known her all his life. "You did very well! I wasn't sure how you'd do, but you did much better than I expected."
"You'd be surprised how many 'high profile' clients we serve." Added the man. "Politics, music, movies - the woman here last week was an even bigger surprise! I think some of them find it helps bring them back to earth somehow, as though their fame isn't deserved."
As they re-entered the salon, a fifth person was sitting on a chair. A woman, dressed a bit skimpy.
"Sir?" The woman stood. "I'm sorry I'm late. Actually, there was a mix-up with the payment - the courier guy got lost."
The man tilted his head a moment, like a confused dog. "And you are...?"
"From the agency! I was supposed to be here almost three hours ago, but like I said, the guy was late, and - well, I'm finally here!"
The man went pale as the reality hit. He then turned to Kirina.
"And you are?" He questioned, eyes wide.
"Max is my uncle." Kirina answered. "I think I own this place now."
The man stood mute, trying to grasp the situation. "I... I... I..." He was stuttering now, straining for words.
Kirina was still removing the domme outfit as reality hit. It was starting to make sense now.
The woman from 'the agency' was a prostitute, a paid woman. The man had mistaken Kirina for her when she first entered. The pay. The ordering around. He had been treating Kirina like a whore, because he thought she was a whore.
The three stood mute for a moment.
Kirina finally broke the silence. "I'd like to see room #5, please."
7 months ago
Xxx.