Abigail in Trouble Ch. 11: Fashion Photoshoot

She relaxed a little as the cameras changed their positions to allow for the lower set. Leroy pressed his muscular chest into her back as his hands circled her waist. This time, as he looked over her shoulder, his eyes rested on her shapely legs held tightly together and clad in the sheer white stockings, with the deep lace tops and baby blue trimmings.

Justin caught his eye and agreed with the direction of play. He asked Leroy to smooth his hands down over Abigail's hips and the outside of her thighs. Abigail was not very comfortable with this move, sitting tensely on the stool with her hands on the seat to either side. Leroy's arms had to go around outside hers, hemming her in between them.

Her legs felt lovely and sleek through the sheer stockings. She sat there, nervously biting her lip as Leroy's large warm hands slid down to her knees, making him lean forward over her shoulder, pressing his front firmly into her back and giving him a nice view down at her cleavage.

Then Justin called out. "Now part your knees Abigail. Like before."

'Yes, but before she didn't have a large black man behind her with his hands on her knees' she thought. She reluctantly parted her knees a little bit.

"Further please" breathed Justin. "No. Even wider sweetie. We want to see the detail at the front of your panties please." She parted her knees a little further and felt Leroy's hands shift subtly as she did so. She didn't want to spread them any further, but the men had other plans.

"Leroy, help her a little please?" Justin called out, getting a little annoyed at her lack of response. The big man slid his hands from her knees to the inside of her legs and moved up along the warm and soft insides of her thighs, applying gentle pressure to tease her legs apart further. The main camera was directly in front of them, but her attention was on the sliding hands on her inner thighs.

"No. Stop! That's far enough." She stated. But Leroy continued. His hands paused over the deep lace at the tops of her stockings, high up her inner thighs. Then he pulled outwards and she gasped as he forced her thighs wide open with the side of his forearm, sliding his hands inward to rest on the naked flesh of her inner thighs above the stocking tops.

Her thighs were now spread out sideways, and the thin triangle of baby blue satin and white lace over her pussy was completely exposed to the camera. She flushed a deep pink on her face and whimpered a protest. The shape of her pudenda and the slight indent of her smooth pussy slit was visible, outline through the thin material. She started wriggling and trying to close her legs again, her hands covering his and trying to remove them from her inner thighs.

She tried to stand up, but he held her down firmly by her thighs, his large and strong hands moving inwards a little almost brushing either side of her delicate panties. At the same time, he knelt up and pressed his front firmly into her. She could feel the hot shape of his throbbing erection pressing into the base of her back.

Then Justin said something she didn't catch and Leroy's hands suddenly moved quickly. His left arm tucked under her breasts, encircling her torso and holding her tightly against his front. His right hand moved across and pushing down, firmly cupped her soft pussy over her thin panties. Abigail shrieked under the intimate contact and tried to snap her legs shut, but his strong hand was already wedged deep up between her thighs, so all she could do was squeeze his hand and trap it where it was. She tugged firmly at both his arms, trying in vain to remove them and twist free. His fingers curved under her to press into the soft shape of her pudenda and his other arm tightened up under her breasts, holding her captive.

"No! Get off me you brute! What are you doing?" Abigail pounded her fists ineffectively on his arms. He kept fondling and stroking her pussy, his middle finger delving into the folds of her groove, pushing the satin inward. She couldn't believe the others hadn't pulled him off her by now. Instead of scolding him or telling him to back off, Justin and the others seemed to be encouraging him, exclaiming at the good shots they were getting and trying to get him to press his hand deeper, which he did.

Meanwhile his left arm cupped firmly underneath her left breast in the crook of the elbow, and his large hand closed firmly over her right breast, holding the soft globe firmly in his warm grasp. She squealed and squirmed anew in his strong hold. His fingers sought her nipple through the material and he tweaked it and rolled it firmly as he squeezed her breast and rubbed her pussy. Her cries, protests and pleading did not seem to be getting her anywhere at all, so she concentrated on trying to prise Leroy's arms off her body. She didn't really register what Justin was instructing Leroy and the others to do now.

Suddenly Leroy's right hand slipped right underneath her and his other arm clamped around her tightly as she felt herself lifted bodily up off the seat. Leroy easily stood up with her in his arms and with a hand cupping underneath her crotch, legs akimbo. He moved forward then sat down on the seat himself and plonked Abigail down in his lap. She started as she felt his stiff fleshy pole sticking into her back as he held her down on his lap and resumed his molestations.

This time his knees were between hers and as he parted his own, he spread her legs wide for him to get better access to her pussy. His left hand clamped back over her breast and his right slid up and sought the top of her panties hidden under the front lace of the basque. She really went wild trying to stop his fingers dipping into her panties and sliding down towards her smooth pussy.

She kicked her legs up and over, looping them down and inside his and closing her legs tightly together, giving his hand no room to move. Her hands pushed out firmly against his arms, managing get enough leverage to get him off her breast and his hand from inside her panties.

At this point, Justin was starting to get impatient and leaned over to one of the blokes, an assistant next to him, and whispered in his ear. This man went off and fetched a large bag from the corner, bringing it to the set. Leroy sat there, holding Abigail on his lap by her waist, looking at Justin for guidance. She had stopped fighting now that he was no longer molesting her, but she couldn't get up with two large hands on her waist.

At least she knew how to get her legs together; by kicking them up and over his knees, and she also felt she had the strength to lever his hand off her breasts as well. They both sat there looking expectantly at Justin who was talking to the assistant and one of the lighting guys.

Then these two men approached the set, each holding something in their hands behind them. When they got close, the assistant whispered something in Leroy's ear who nodded in understanding and leant himself back a little while leaning Abigail forward, still held perched on his lap.

Justin explained what was going on. "Abigail, we just want to position you more accurately for this next bit. OK? You've agreed we can do so in your contract, haven't you?" he explained smoothly.

Abigail hesitated. "Um. Well, I don't know. Er, OK. I guess" she managed to get out.

Immediately the assistant and the other man moved in and held her arms. Leroy held her steady and she called out, startled, as they forced her arms to bend behind her back. As Leroy leant her torso forward, the others pulled her arms tightly across her back, one behind the other.

"Stop! What do you think you're doing? This was not part of the contract! Let me go!" she protested loudly, as they set about tying her wrists and arms together using the soft white rope they had been hiding from her view. She struggled against the hold of the three strong men, but they wouldn't be denied, and once they had cinched the knots tight, the two assistants stepped back.

Abigail now had her arms tightly pinned behind her back. This thrust her chest and breasts out and up, expanding her cleavage, and the heaving shapes rose and fell beautifully with her quick breaths. She tried wriggling her torso to free her arms, but it was no use. The cameras clicked at this new scene, recording her restriction.

At least she could keep her legs together to retain some modesty. The men had noticed that earlier. They moved in again. This time they grabbed her knees and ankles and lifted her legs up and outwards so that they fell outside Leroy's. Then they tied ropes to each narrow ankle, trapping the blue high heels on her feet, and tied the other ends to the feet of the stool. Whilst these ropes did not actually spread her legs, they prevented her from lifting them over Leroy's and bringing them together. Now Leroy's thighs were trapped firmly between her legs.

Again, the other two men stepped back and assumed their previous posts outside the bright lights. Abigail screeched and struggled hard, trying to kick her legs free or wriggle off Leroy's lap, but the ropes were too well done and Leroy held her firmly. The cameras came in to photograph the helpless beauty trapped on Leroy's lap.

He shifted his weight under her, bringing her bottom back into his hard shaft which was just poking up through the waist band at the front of his silk shorts. His hands moved forward and up from her hips around to her front then upward. Abigail started tugging at her bonds and shrieking and calling for Leroy to leave his hands where they were and for Justin to put a stop to all this and release her, but nobody seemed to hear.

Leroy's hands clamped firmly over her large soft breasts again. She could not prevent him gripping them and squeezing them firmly, his thumbs finding the harder nubbins of her sensitive nipples through the satin and circulating them around on her chest. She cried out and despaired at them for letting this happen.

Then under the direction of Justin, Leroy started opening his legs. Because her ankles were tied down on either side of his thighs, this action forced her legs apart. She moaned as her delicate thighs were forced to spread wide apart as his knees spread wider and wider. Her panty-clad pussy was exposed and she flushed again as the cameras moved in to record the shape of her pudenda outlined by the thin fabric, and the pliable flesh of her lovely breasts being mauled by the black man's large hands. Leroy also circulated his loins under her, nudging his hardness up and down her back, almost touching her tied arms.

Then Leroy slid his left arm under her left breast to grasp her right as before, holding her torso tight into his front, further pinning her arms tightly between them. He moved his right hand up to his mouth and licked his thick middle finger, coating it with saliva. While he squeezed her breast, un-hindered by any resisting hands, he slid his right hand down her front again to the top of her panties.

This time she could not resist him at all as he slipped his fingers down into her panties. She shrieked anew and squirmed on his lap as she felt his fingers work downward a short distance until the wet middle finger found the slit of her pussy and touched her exposed clit. She gasped loudly as his finger tip nudged her clit up and down a few times then slid over it as his fingers ran down the soft folds of her pussy lips.

With her thighs spread widely, her pussy lips were open. She squirmed and struggled as his fingers explored her there, pressing into her. His middle finger hooked into her and he slowly wormed it into the tight sensitive hole. Just inside, he felt the slippery feel of her juice, and he knew that his working on her body was starting to get to her. He wiggled his fingertip for a bit, the camera capturing the movement of his hand under the thin silk.

Then he slipped his finger out and brought it up. He suddenly moved his head to the side of her face and thrust his finger into her mouth. She moved her head to get it off his finger, but not before she had tasted her own juice and recoated his finger with her saliva. He moved his hand back down into her panties and easily slipped his finger back into her warm pussy. She squeaked as she felt it thrust up inside her most sensitive place.

He started wiggling and stirring it inside her pussy, enjoying the wet feel and making her pussy juices flow more. He moved his finger shallow and rubbed it up and down across her clit, making her whimper, before plunging back into her increasingly wet hole. He repeated this move for a while, teasing her into a state of reluctant arousal, his other hand still squeezing her soft breast and tweaking her extended nipple through the silk. Her shrieks and protests had calmed down now and were more like whimpers and gasps.

Where Justin was satisfied that he had got all the shots he wanted, and that Abigail was wet enough, he indicated to Leroy. Leroy immediately pulled out his invading fingers and released her breasts, resting arm around her narrow waist. She was relieved as he moved her forward a little so that she was perched on his thighs. He kept her legs spread and she could feel him shifting his weight behind her. She didn't know that the boxer shorts had deliberately weak seams and he had just tugged them free and dropped them onto the floor.

The big black man now had a tied, helpless 18-year old teenager in lingerie, sitting in his naked lap, although she didn't know he was naked. Yet.

She felt hands on her hips delving up under the lace trim of the basque. Leroy had found the little ties on each side of her high cut panties. With a quick and firm tug, both sides became undone and with horror she could feel her panties only loosely covering her spread pussy, held in place by her dampness.

Leroy grasped the triangular scrap of material at the cleft of her bottom and pulled it through, out from under her, the now damp material clinging to and sliding across her pussy. She whimpered as she felt the loss of this strip of material, exposing her young, hairless pussy to the glare of the lights, cameras and the other men in the room.

As she looked around in fright, she could not see the women or anyone else who could come to her aid. Meanwhile, Leroy had leant back and was admiring her rear as he stroked his large cock into full hardness. It was huge; long and thick and throbbed with an aching need. He let a large gob of spit land on the head and he rubbed it in as he stroked it.

Then he held her firmly around her waist and lifted her up and forward. She felt the cold fresh air as it went under her exposed bottom and pussy. The cameras, one of which seemed to suddenly have grown and no longer flashed, just whirred continuously, positioned themselves carefully, the entire crew moved in. She didn't know what was happening and made a final pitiful appeal to Justin to release her and let her call her Father. Justin was staring at her lovely naked pussy. It was glistening with juice and looked so inviting.

Leroy rocked his hips forward, tilting his cock to point up under her. He moved her backwards slightly so that her spread pussy was poised right over the fat bulbous head of his monster cock. She whimpered as she suddenly felt a hot, throbbing ball of flesh press into the open gash of her wet and juicy pussy. Before she could react to what it was, Leroy gripped her and plunged her downward.

Abigail screamed sharply and loudly and her body went rigid as a long, thick pole of throbbing manflesh slid smoothly and quickly deep up and into her young body as she was forced down onto his dick. The thickness expanded and stretched her sensitive hole as she was firmly impaled on the black fleshy pole. Leroy gasped in pleasure as the teenager's body enveloped his achingly hard cock in a slippery tight velvet glove.

He slipped firmly up and into her as he pulled her down onto him, spreading her thighs wide apart as he did so, until he bottomed out deep in her tight depths. He filled her vagina full to the brim with throbbing meat. There was still a couple of inches still not inside between her bottom and his large balls.

He could feel her quivering body clutching around his long shaft, all through the depths of her lovely wet pussy. Abigail was beside herself under the sensation of the hot shaft inside her, as her body adjusted to feel of being totally filled. She was squirming and wriggling on top of him, her feet tugging at the tight ropes and her tied hands flailing to grip something; anything. She cried out in passion and her head went back in anguish.

Leroy held her down on his pole and rocked his loins around underneath her, testing her body and trying to stir himself deep inside her, but actually there wasn't any room for manoeuvre because he had filled her so solidly. Leroy moved his back up into hers and then slowly lifted her up. She whimpered as the large head of his cock reamed its way out through her tight tunnel, stretching her as is went and rubbing with firm contact all along the slippery sensitive walls. He lifted her high, so that the tip was held just within her entrance.

He shifted himself to get a better grip of her, then without warning except a grunt, he plunged her back down onto his pole. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched, tipping her head towards the ceiling, thrusting her breasts our towards the cameras and she squealed in a long high-pitched shriek as the monster cock fully impaled her again.

Leroy started lifting and dropping her on his dick, sliding her up and down on his pole. His cock reamed her out with each stroke, her juices lubricating its passage easily. He rubbed across all her most sensitive spots including her ultra-sensitive G-spot and she whimpered loudly each time. She made pitiful squeaking noises in lust as he pumped her slowly but deeply up and down on his long pole. She tossed her head around and arched her back as he worked her on his pole, all the time the oblivious of the whirring and clicking cameras. He reamed her thoroughly for a while ensuring that she was kept on edge all the time, allowing the cameras to document her ravishment.

Her breasts bounced up and down delightfully as he increased the pace, thrusting up slightly as he brought her down to envelop his cock, slick with her juices. He kept bumping across her cervix, making her squeak. Then he slid his hands up from her hips to her breasts. His hands gripped around the soft globes and held them tight, pressing back at his chest. She squealed anew as her breasts were squeezed into peaks and this rubbed her swollen nipples firmly up and down against the fabric of the basque as she was bounced up and down on his long pole.

His elbows came inward to grip her waist tightly to force her hips down onto him as he continued to piston up and down deep inside her body. When Justin was satisfied that they had enough footage in that position he called out to Leroy. Leroy was really enjoying fucking Abigail like that and so continued to thrust up into her for a while until Justin called out again to change the position.

The two men who had previously tied her reappeared as Leroy slowed his pace and moved his big hands back to her waist, guiding her body up and down his dick slower and slower. They only untied her ankles but before she could recover or react, Leroy lifted her off him with a loud "slurp!" She whimpered as he leaned her forward, then lifted her so that her feet fell to the floor, and stood her up on her shaky feet.

She thought the ordeal was over and just stood there, chest heaving, breathing deeply to recover her breath and making little mewling noises as she did so. She was about to totter off to the changing rooms to find the girls when Leroy, who hadn't moved, grabbed her narrow waist and spun her around to face him. She looked beautiful, all dishevelled, flushed and panting in her sexy baby blue lingerie with no panties and a dripping wet snatch.