Elney
Growing up, the Matrons had told us of the long pricks that hung between the legs of the beasts that would bed us. They use them to breed us. But I had never seen one. I would in a matter of hours. A monster. A naked monster.
I hadn’t seen another male besides Logan in my life, I couldn’t think of what the creatures from the underworld would look like. Or even that other men in my world would not look the same as him.
Seeing the photographer and his bearded face with brown eyes that stared at me as he licked his lips, it was like seeing another lifeform.
I couldn’t look away from him, just as he couldn’t look away from me.
“God, I love me some fresh pussy,” he sneered from where he stood in the shadows on the other side of the room, his tongue darting out to lick his lips again. “When are the others going to Breeding halls? That puss tends to be more my speed anyway.”
“This weekend,” Logan said with a chuckle, shifting some of my hair out of my face. “I’d make a reservation now if you want something fresh, Jesse. I helped separate them out this morning. There was a redhead going to the Lust Room that might interest you.”
“Always a wealth of information, you are. Cheers, Logan,” the photographer, Jesse said, disappearing behind the black camera.
I finally looked away from the man to Logan, a faint smile on his lips as he began to spread a fine layer of oil over my skin, ‘to make me shimmer.’
“Malory?” I asked, knowing exactly which redhead he was talking about. He didn’t answer, he tweaked my nipple and gave me a look in reminder.
Questions weren’t allowed. Speaking wasn’t allowed.
Something I had always struggled with.
“Be a good girl, Elney,” he whispered, the clicking sound of a shutter starting to fill the room. “Do as I say and this will go easy. We will be doing some things that might scare you, but remember that I will keep you safe.”
“What kinds of things?” I asked, my voice quivering.
“Good things,” Logan snapped in warning. “Just listen to me and you’ll get great pictures. Great pictures mean a good match. I bet we can get you into the top floor, El.”
The top floor. Where the most desired girls lived. Where they were pampered and loved on for the rest of their lives. I had heard rumors of it, one of the top girls had even come and spoken to us when I was about twelve, showed us pictures of her luxurious life. If I could get that…
I pressed my lips together again. Logan noticed and smiled.
“Good girl,” Logan moved another one of my long chestnut curls out of my face and stepped back. “Let’s do this.”
A few more shutter clicks echoed through the white room as Logan walked away, leaving me alone, naked, and standing in the middle of a white space. It was only me and a large black and silver trunk that was set on the edge of the white.
“Look right at me,” Jesse said, peering over his camera as Logan joined him. The two standing in the shadows whispering as the shutter continued to click. “Now bite your lip.” I did. More clicks. “Now look scared.” I did, or I tried to. I already felt pretty nervous, I wasn’t sure if I could accomplish both that and fear.
“Good, good,” Jesse said between clicks, the clicks of the shutter were as fast as my heart now. “Now turn around, honey.”
I did as he asked, going as slow as I did when Logan took a look at me every morning. With each tiny step, the camera continued to click.
“Show me the goods, baby doll,” Jesse’s voice was wet as it drifted through the light, the camera shutter silent now as I froze, suddenly nervous.
I took a shaky inhale, my hands fluttering by my side as I hesitated, knowing that I didn’t have any other option but to obey.
“Elney,” Logan’s dark growl twisted up my spine and I straightened. “Be a good girl, and show me. Touch your toes, and look back at me.”
Exhaling, I slowly bent at the waist, keeping my knees straight as I bent over and grabbed my ankles, my forearms plastering against my calves as the cool air of the studio whispered over my exposed flesh. Over my wet lips, and the tight pucker of my anus.
“Oh my god, will you look at that!” Jesse breathed before furiously clicking again.
“Yeah, she’s special this one.”
“If I was in the money I might bite that,” the photographer said with a slight grunt. “Not that I could compete against our ‘almighty masters’”
The photographer didn’t seem happy, not that I could ask. No questions…