Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Photo Shoot Reminder Model: A. Jones
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5' 7"
Shoot Location: 2170 Broadway, Manhattan
Date/Time: Tuesday, August 8th, 10:00AM

Amber Jones strutted up to the address listed on her casting call card, right on time, as always. She was a professional. She knew that her big tits, long legs and firm ass weren't the only things that made her successful in her line of work. She was prompt, prepared, and always followed the mantra: Make life easy for the photographer.

Amber had been impressed by the Upper West Side address, and was even more impressed by the upscale mansion she found herself in front of. She had never worked for this particular company before, and certainly liked what she saw so far. She also appreciated the efficiency of the assistants who checked her in, got her dressed and touched-up her makeup in no time.

She was a bit perplexed to find herself wearing a conservative summer dress. It was certainly attractive, but it completely covered her boobs and went down almost to her knees. She knew that some photographers liked to start off with their female models fully clothed so that the male model could come rip everything off. Even then, those start-up clothes always showed off a lot more skin.

The shoot progressed very slowly. The photographer had Amber pose in all sorts of glamorous positions. He seemed happy, saying that he loved the raw sex appeal she was giving him. Her reply, that she was even better when she wasn't so covered up, just got some nervous chuckles from the photographer and a couple assistants. Amber started getting impatient, but like a good model, just continued to do as she was told.

Amber fought to keep her irritation in check as she was given one concealing outfit after another and told to get into the same boring, vanilla poses each time. She finally cracked when she was given a pair of jeans and a sweater. No bondage shoot started off this slow! She stormed back onto the set in her lace bra and thong panties and shouted, "Hey! Is this shoot going to take all day? When do I get naked and get fucked?!"

The entire set went silent. The photographer broke the silence by saying, "Amanda, what kind of a shoot..."

Amber cut him off, shouting, "Amanda? Who the hell is Amanda?"

Photo Shoot Reminder Model: A. Jones
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5' 7"
Shoot Location: 270 Bowery, Manhattan
Date/Time: Tuesday, August 8th, 10:00AM

Amanda Jones was a little disappointed with the Chinatown address, and even more disappointed by the rough appearance of the building's exterior. She thought this fashion house was going to be a step up for her, but like a good model, she didn't complain. She put a smile on her face and walked in with confidence, ready to follow her number one rule: Make life easy for the photographer.

Amanda was rather surprised when the first outfit they gave her was a skimpy bra-and-panty lingerie set with high heels. She knew that the clothing line she was headlining would include underwear, but all the other photographers she had worked with always started off with the more concealing outfits and worked their way down. She knew, however, that every photographer had their own style. Maybe this guy wanted to see the raw canvas he was working with before covering her up in the skirts and dresses.

He would certainly be seeing most of her body in her current outfit. The bra was only meant to cover her nipples and provide support; it left most of her large breasts uncovered. Likewise, the panties revealed most of her pleasantly round ass and made her glad she had shaved down there that morning.

The set she was guided onto was impressive. A gas fire blazed in a large stone fireplace. Bearskin rugs covered the floor surrounding a big, circular divan. The photographer had her get on her elbows and knees on the divan then asked her to open her mouth wide.

As a model, Amanda was used to simply following every instruction she was given. This was no exception, though she was at a loss as to why he was placing some kind of limp rubber bag onto her tongue. She started to get a little concerned when she felt him buckle something behind her head. When she saw him squeeze a little pump that began to inflate the bag inside her mouth, she decided that it was time to end her passive silence and ask what was going on. Unfortunately, she had waited just one moment too long. The gag had largely filled the inside of her mouth, making speech impossible.

Amanda had been concentrating so much on what was going on with her mouth that she hadn't been paying enough attention to the rest of her body. At the same time that she realized she couldn't talk, she also discovered that some of the assistants had securely fastened her calves and forearms to the divan. She looked up at the photographer with big, questioning eyes.

The photographer nodded at her and said, "Yes, Amber, now's the time to get in character as we talked about on the phone. You're a panicked, innocent beauty, awaiting her fate at the hands of Uday, the dictator's perverted son."

Amanda's eyes opened wide. Who the hell is Amber? she wondered. And what kind of crazy scene is being filmed here? Amanda tried to shout through her gag that her name was not Amber and that there had been some kind of mistake. Unfortunately for her, the inflatable gag had been pumped until it filled every corner of her mouth, crushing her tongue down and allowing only unintelligible grunts to escape its unyielding form. Those grunts pleased the photographer, who patted the model on the head and said, "That's perfect, just keep that up!"

Amanda was distraught. She tried to eject the gag from her mouth, but it was held firmly in place by some kind of leather strap that had been cinched tightly around her head. She would need her hands to get it loose, but she found her hands to be equally stuck. Looking down, she saw that two sets of leather bands circled her lower arms, one around here wrists and the other just below her elbows, keeping her lower arms pressed firmly onto the divan. The ends of each strap disappeared through slots in the divan, leaving no buckle that her fingers could even hope to reach. She tugged hard on the straps, and was dismayed to find no slack whatsoever.

Amanda looked further down and saw that her lower legs had been fastened in a similar way, with a set of straps around her ankles and another set just below her knees. This had been done with her knees spread at a rather wide angle. The trapped girl became aware of just how vulnerable the position made her, with her ass up in the air and her legs unable to close. She tugged at her restraints with all her might and screamed again into her gag, only to get another compliment from the photographer on her excellent role-play.

The panicky model couldn't believe what had happened to her. She was supposed to be modeling a line of perfectly respectable clothes for a perfectly respectable fashion house. Instead, she was trapped on the set of some kind of bondage film, and she had no way to communicate the mix up.

A sleazy, romantic song began to play. Amanda jumped in her bonds as she saw a shirtless man walk onto the set with her. He was wearing big cowboy boots, tight leather pants, and had rippling muscles all along his stomach, chest, shoulders and arms. The hunk was clearly supposed to be Uday, the pervert whom she was supposed to be worriedly awaiting. Her panic was no act as the male actor ran his hand lazily from her buttocks along the smooth skin of her back to her shoulder, then cupped her chin in his hand and held her gaze.

"Do not worry, my sweet," he said softly. "You'll find that I care about my victim's pleasure almost as much as I care about my own pleasure."

Amanda was, in fact, very worried about that and tried again to scream No! Uday let out a cruel laugh and said, "I think I will have a lot of fun with you!"

The big actor walked to her side, and with a shockingly quick motion, tore the bra off Amanda's body. This was the first time the model had ever been topless on a set. She had always made sure that all of her shoots had been tasteful and of a certain level of quality. In addition to her own sense of right and wrong, she knew that once a model was seen as a slut she would no longer be able to work for respectable companies with brand images to maintain. She had been careful never to cross that line, but now she was vaulting across it. Her big boobs hung down below her, in full view of the camera, and there was no way for her to cover them. At least, she thought to herself, she would be able to demand that all pictures and video get erased, as soon as she got out of this mess.

For the time being, Amanda had more pressing matters to worry about. Uday had pulled some kind of pump contraption out from under the divan and was setting it up in front of her. "See," he said as he waved a pair of tubes in front of her face, "I told you that I cared about your pleasure. These will get your nipples good and ready for what's to come."

Uday pushed the ends of the tubes over Amanda's nipples and hit a button on the contraption. All of a sudden an incredibly strong suction yanked her nipples deeper into the tubes. Uday let go, and the tubes hung from Amanda's breasts via the strength of the suction. The prim model was aghast and gave her chest a hard shake that caused the tubes to pop off the buds they had been assaulting.

Uday laughed heartily at the girl who thought she had one some victory, saying, "Good, I like my women frisky!"

He took out a piece of webbing that was clearly designed to hold the tubes. After replacing the suction end of the tubes on Amanda's nipples, he tightened the webbing behind her back, firmly holding the tubes in place. The distraught model shook her chest again, but only succeeded in swinging the tubes all over the place and adding to the tugging on her poor nipples.

The photographer loved this. He rolled his camera in close to Amanda's swinging boobs and caught all of the action. The dismayed prude tried shaking her head no, but the photographer wasn't paying any attention to her head, and would have just thought she was acting the part anyway. He kept the camera zoomed in on her tits as Uday turned up the intensity of the suction. Amanda looked on as well as her nipples were sucked painfully further into the tubes, and also as some clear plastic lining within the tubes began pulsating and squeezing the sides of her stretched nipples. This wasn't just some breast pump, it was a full-on milking machine! The mortified girl wanted out desperately, but a second shake of her chest and a desperate look from her eyes only got a gleeful nod of approval from the photographer.

Amanda was so focused on her breasts that she didn't notice the camera moving back out and Uday stepping around to her rear. She did notice, however, when the shirtless actor ripped the panties off her body. She looked back in a panic, only to see that the camera behind her was getting a close-up, unobstructed view of her bare pussy. If any of those shots get out, she knew her career and her dignity would be ruined. She screamed and shook with fresh vigor, once again only earning praise from the photographer.

The futility of trying to communicate her desire to get out finally broke through Amanda's panic-stricken brain. She hit on the idea that if she stopped struggling all together and stayed perfectly still, the photographer would see that she had dropped out of character and would ask her what was going on.

Holding still while bound, butt-naked, and getting assaulted by a milking machine, is easier said than done. Amanda thought she was doing a stellar performance, all things considered, and was sure it would do the trick. She was ready to hear the photographer call Cut! but instead heard Uday say, "Ahhhh, trying to pretend you're not into this, are you? Well, the wetness of your panties would seem to indicate otherwise. Here, smell for yourself."

The actress didn't want to smell, but her mouth was completely blocked by the inflatable gag, so breathing through her nose was the only option. She could feel that the panties were soaked, and the smell confirmed that the source of the moisture was indeed her own body. Amanda was baffled at first and wondered if the actor had played some trick. In her panic, she hadn't paid any attention to her pussy. Now that her nose had literally been rubbed in her juices, she had to admit that she was indeed turned on. It was as distressing as it was mortifying – why was her body betraying her like this?

Uday interrupted her thoughts, saying, "Still think you can hide your desires from me? Well, we'll see how long that lasts with this!"

Amanda could only watch in helpless desperation as Uday pulled out a wand vibrator and pressed it directly onto her clit. The combined sensations coming from her nipples and clit simply blew her mind. She screamed into her gag, trying to avoid the devices that were stoking her rapidly escalating arousal.

"That's what I thought, slut!" gloated Uday as he easily kept the vibrator in place.

Amanda knew that her screams and her shaking were exactly what the photographer was looking for. She was playing her part perfectly! She tried again to force her body to calm down, and though she was not terribly successful, Uday did notice the effort.

"Now you're just trying to insult me," he accused. Without warning, he drew his right hand back and brought it down on Amanda's exposed right butt cheek with a deafening Slap! Amanda's world exploded. The pain, on its own, was intense but manageable. The humiliation of being spanked like a naughty girl was far worse. However, both of those considerations paled in comparison to one undeniable truth: the slap had lit a fire in her loins that she could not extinguish.

While Amanda was trying to understand how a degrading and painful hit to her rear could have generated such a strong sexual spark, Uday's hand fell again. The pain, humiliation, and arousal all doubled. The confused model desperately needed some time to figure out what was going on with her body. Instead, rational thought became impossible as Uday's hand rained pain and pleasure down onto her helpless ass.

Amanda's nipples were still being sucked raw by the thirsty machine that she could not dislodge. Her clit was still being shaken by the strong vibrator that she could not avoid. And yet, though her mental processing powers had been reduced to a primal state, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the dominant source of her rapidly building arousal was the spanking. She still thought she wanted the blows to stop and still tried futilely to dodge them. Onlookers could not be blamed, however, if they thought that her swaying ass started to look like more of an invitation than a real attempt to avoid Uday's hand.

Before she even saw it coming, Amanda erupted into a mind-numbing orgasm. She could hear her tormentor laugh as her body shook, and felt him rub her very raw ass. When she started to calm down, he said, "I see that I have kidnapped a real pain slut! I should have figured!"

Amanda saw the director grinning like a kid in a candy store. She had given him a far better show than he had even hoped for. The model started thinking of what she would say to him, now that the scene was over and her gag would be removed. She had to convince him to destroy all the images and video he had just recorded!

Uday's words interrupted her thoughts. "Now that you are warmed up," he said, "I will introduce you to a couple more toys that I'm sure a pain slut like you will greatly enjoy. Those nipples of yours should be good and ready by now."

Amanda felt that she was far more than 'warm.' She was cooked, through and through! Surely that meant the scene was over, right? What more could they do? And specifically, what more could they do to the nipples that had already been so thoroughly abused by the milking machine?

The model did not have to wait long for answers. Uday unhooked the webbing that held the milker in place and roughly yanked down on the tubes. They came free of Amanda's nipples with loud popping sounds. She then watched in horror as Uday pulled out two very mean looking nipple clamps. She knew she was just doing exactly what the photographer wanted by squealing in terror and shaking her head violently, but she couldn't help it. Her nipples felt extremely sensitive from the milker. Any touch would be a torment!

Uday grabbed first one hanging boob and then the other, closing the tight metal clips over each nipple despite Amanda's desperate shaking. To her continued horror, he then attached thin chains to each clamp and ran them down to the straps that held her elbows to the divan. As he tightened the chains, Amanda felt that the clamps were squeezing harder on her nipples. By the time each chain was secured, her poor nipples were being absolutely crushed at the same time that they were being pulled sharply downward and slightly out to the sides. Any wiggle of her body only exacerbated the constant tugging and squeezing.

Amanda looked at the photographer, shaking her head no and trying to plead with her eyes to get out of this predicament. Even as she did this, she knew that her lust was showing in her look. The photographer nodded his encouragement for her to keep doing exactly what she was doing, and Uday again called her a pain slut. My god, she thought, is that true?

With her concentration focused on her abused nipples and the unexplainable pleasure she was getting from them, Amanda failed to notice Uday approaching her with a wide leather collar. She couldn't help but notice as that collar was buckled tightly around her neck. It didn't restrict her air supply, but it certainly heightened her feeling of helplessness. Uday told her she looked fantastic, and even placed a mirror in front of her so she could see herself. Amanda knew that the photographer was using that mirror to capture both her upturned ass and her lust-filled face at the same time. She wanted to wipe that lust off her face, but looking at herself in the mirror and seeing her own naked, kneeling, bound, clamped form only served to turn her on further.

She watched helplessly as Uday attached a leash to the back of her collar, stood behind her, and yanked backwards. Her head was yanked up and she couldn't avoid a painful tug on her nipples. "Oh yeah," Uday gloated, "I like your head like that! But I don't want to have to hold it there while I'm fucking you. Let's see, yes, I have the perfect solution."

He's going to fuck me!? Amanda realized this should have been obvious a long time ago, but somehow she hadn't made the connection. Her brain was a jumble of mixed emotions that she needed time to figure out, but she had to put those thoughts on hold as something cold, hard and lubricated began squeezing between her butt cheeks. She clenched those cheeks as tight as she could, but to no avail. In the mirror, she saw Uday grinning down at her as pressed the metal object up against the opening of her sphincter.

Amanda knew full well at that point that begging was pointless, but she had to try. Even in her aroused, agitated state she wanted desperately to draw a line against something being pushed into her virgin ass. Unfortunately, neither her clenching nor her moaned pleas had any effect on the man playing the role of Uday behind her. He just laughed at her as he easily pushed the metal object deep into her rear, then laughed again as her moans of denial took on a distinct sexual tone.

The object invading her ass turned out to be some kind of hook. Uday threaded her leash through a loop at the end of the hook and began pulling it tight. Amanda's head was pulled backwards, her ass was pulled upwards, and her back was arched downwards. Uday kept pulling until she thought something was going to snap, then tied off the leash, holding her trapped in the incredibly awkward position. She had felt exposed before, but now it was a million times worse. Her ass was cranked up high, holding her pussy in a perfect fuck-me position that she could do nothing to modify. She felt vulnerable, deliciously vulnerable, and couldn't deny that she was anxiously awaiting her un-asked-for fucking.

Uday stepped back and admired his bound woman. "Yes," he confirmed, "you now look ready to fuck."

Amanda couldn't help but notice that he looked quite ready too, with his frighteningly large member pulled out and in hand. She felt some relief to see him put on a condom, though it seemed like a rather small concession at that point.

To make up for the minor amount of hardness that he lost while applying the condom, the male model stood in front of Amanda's face and began slapping his dick back and forth across her cheeks. The formerly proper model had never been so humiliated, or so hot. At that point she gave up on trying to figure out why her body was responding so inappropriately. All she knew, all she cared, was that she needed this big dick to fill her pussy.

Uday stepped behind her waiting ass, grabbed her firmly by both hips, and was about to meet that need when a woman's voice screamed, "Wait!"

Amanda could turn her head just enough to see a woman of her same height and hair color walk onto the set. The woman pointed at her and shouted, "That's not Amber Jones! I am Amber Jones!"

Uday yanked his hands off Amanda's hips. The photographer's face went white. Everyone in the room froze and stared at the model who had been so thoroughly abused. They were no doubt realizing that the desperate pleas she had been making may not have been an act after all, and that they might be in some serious trouble.

Amanda did the only reasonable thing that her sex-muddled brain could come up with: she wiggled her ass and moaned suggestively into her gag.

Everyone continued to stare for a moment in disbelief, then the photographer cracked a big grin and shouted, "It looks like we have a convert!"

He then stated that they would need a signed permission form before they could continue. Amanda just nodded impatiently. Without any of her gear being removed, she quickly found a pen pushed into her hand. She was vaguely aware that signing the form meant that she was allowing them to use all of the footage they had already taken of her, but at that point she found it hard to care. What the hell, she figured, maybe I'm due for a career change anyway.

As soon as the form was signed, the photographer told Uday to pick up from when he was slapping her face with his cock. Amanda screamed into her gag, wanting to say that she signed the form so that she could get that dick in her pussy, not slapped across her face! The photographer, however, only thanked her for getting back into character so quickly.

After an entirely-too-thorough cock slapping, Uday finally moved back to her rear. Amanda was intensely irritated to hear the photographer instruct the male actor to draw out the tease as long as he could, because it was working perfectly with the scene. She could only shake in frustration as he lightly traced the curves of her body with his fingertips. His gentle touch was driving her crazy. She moaned and swayed, but couldn't seem to do anything to hasten the main event.

Finally, Uday placed the head of his dick lightly against her pussy lips. Amanda screamed her impatience, but only earned a chuckle and a swat to her ass. "If you want my dick inside you," her tormentor said, "you're going to have to lean back and get it."

Amanda knew that leaning back would cause a tug on her nipple clamps, but at that point she didn't care. She pushed backwards and got a delicious first inch of cock, along with a massive tug on her tits. She quickly leaned forward to reduce the pain, only to realize that the pain had been just as pleasurable as the cock. She pushed backwards again, getting two inches of dick and an even greater tit tug. On her third attempt, the clamps were yanked clear off her nipples. It was by far the most painful thing she had ever felt, but she didn't stop to dwell. She was free to rock back as far as she wanted, so immediately impaled herself fully on Uday's cock.

She began rocking forward and back, pushing herself on and off of the flag pole behind her. Even without the nipple clamps, it was an incredibly awkward motion. It would have been a simple matter for the asshole behind her to take over and provide the thrusting. Instead, he started yelling, "Faster!"

Amanda screamed her frustration, but the only help Uday began to give were a few two-handed slaps to her ass. In the mirror, she could see him standing there behind her, with his hands resting on her hips, gloating down at her as she did all the work to fuck herself. He let out an evil chuckle and said, "I knew I could break you. American women are weak."

Amanda knew that this remark applied just as directly to her as it did to the character she was supposedly playing. They had indeed broken her. She had signed away her rights to block the footage they were taking, and she was giving them a stellar performance of a bitch in heat. She was weak. It was humiliating. She wished she could hide, but she wished even more that the dick behind her would get to work.

Finally, Uday wrapped his left arm around her hips. With two fingers, he reached her clit and began vigorously rubbing. With the palm of his left hand, he started yanking her backwards onto him. His right hand grabbed the leash that still connected her ass to her neck. He used that on each out-stroke to tug her forwards. The yank on her poor sphincter was rough, but she was well beyond caring. The increased intensity brought by the tugs of his hands, as well as the expert work he was doing with his fingers, was driving her to a level of arousal she hadn't known existed.

After an indeterminate period of pounding, Uday let go of her leash and her clit and roughly grabbed her by both hips. He started pounding her pussy with all the force in his strong body. Amanda had never been fucked so hard. The man behind her had turned into a jackhammer that had been set loose on her helpless body. She had been turned into a sex-doll, existing only to be fucked.

Amanda's world exploded as they both orgasmed together. She had never experienced such ecstasy, and she squeezed her eyes shut to savor the moment. When she finally opened them again, the photographer's camera was right in front of her, capturing every satisfied smile and moan.

"Cut!" shouted the photographer, snapping Amanda back to reality.

The woman who had briefly interrupted the scene, the real Amber Jones, walked up to Amanda's still-bound body. She cupped the exhausted girl's chin in her hand and said, "Well, I thought I was coming here to save you. Turns out I just came to watch you steal my job. Thanks a lot, bitch!"

Amber slapped Amanda hard across the face, then stormed off the set.

The photographer didn't seem to care about the abuse. He just shook his head as he watched the huffy model leave, then turned back to his crew and said, "Okay everyone, fantastic work on scene one. Take five, then get back here so we can continue.

Amanda screamed into her gag as people started walking away, leaving her trussed up just as she was. The photographer patted her on the head and said, "Hey, you can stay in character if you want, but you really should try to relax a little. You'll need your energy – we've got nine more scenes to go!"