1. The Mistake


    Date: 12/18/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Blackmail, Blowjob, Coercion, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Reluctance, Torture, Author: MarkMastermann, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    backside will be red and bruised. I will take some photographs and you can come back into the office in one week so that we can see the results. We need to determine how quickly you will heal." Angela's heart sank. The blood drained from her face as she realized the implications. She did not want to tell him that she was desperate for the money But next week would be too late."Will I get paid for today?" she asked trying to keep her voice level and determined. "This is just the audition Angela, I will show the tape to the producers and we will see if we can fit you in to one of the scenarios we will be filming next week." Angela could feel tears welling up in her eyes, with a lump in her throat she knew she would have to risk admitting her predicament but her choices had narrowed to the unthinkable. "Mr Quinn, a week is too long, I'm prepared to do the things I've seen in the film but I need to do it and be paid before Friday." "Which film Angela? "We discussed doing some of the more gentle stuff first and you said you wanted to try the easy stuff, that is what today is all about" "I'll do the Torture Galaxy scenes, You said you would start shooting those tomorrow. I've decided I'll do it." "Tomorrow it is Angela, 9 o'clock here in this office." Quinn "You mean you film here, I thought you had a studio." Quinn handed Angela her clothes, "Get dressed" he said sharply. Angela's head was thumping now, her world was collapsing, had she really agreed to this? Was it going to ...
    happen tomorrow? Here? She dressed sitting on the chair as she pulled her shoes on. "Follow me." said Quinn as he opened the door. The secretary was just pulling her coat on as they entered the reception area. "Leave the keys on the desk, I'll lock up" said Quinn as he reached into his pocket. He took out another key and opened the unmarked door. "Come in Angela" Miss Jones scowled at Angela and pursed her lips disapprovingly. Angela could almost hear her tutting as she headed out of the door and down the stairs where she disappeared from view. Angela felt another twinge of anxiety as she realized she was alone with Mr Quinn. "Come on, I have not got all day" he barked impatiently. Angela walked into the room. It was familiar, it was the room in the film, it was the torture chamber. The room smelled of antiseptic. Around the walls there were several glass cabinets and display cases all with glass shelves. The devices on the shelves were too numerous to count, all on display, all of them ready for use. Shiny chrome and silver probes and medical tools, some glass bowls , black plastic clamps and there in a chrome tray, scalpels, needles still in their cellophane sleeves. Angela could not begin to guess the purpose of some of the items. The walls were adorned with whips, paddles and harnesses. It was as if all the implements were waiting for their next victim. The center of the room was dominated by a gynecologists chair but another flat padded table and two kneeling benches were ...
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