Safe Word

Kitty was nervous about her first day on the job. She wasn't at all certain that she had made the right choice. Still, she was in desperate need of money and the pay was quite good. It's just she had never considered nude modeling before.

She had done several plays with her community theatre, and they had even staged a version of the musical, Hair. That had been hard for Kitty but she had been wearing a long wig that fell to her waist and had even been allowed a nude body stocking, so she had felt comfortable enough to do it. But there wouldn't be any body stockings or breast covering wigs to give her courage today.

She had thought long and hard about doing this but she had weighed all her options and this seemed like her best bet. She had even looked at several photo shoot layouts that this company had previously produced, and she had to admit they were well done, almost tasteful. She had finally accepted that this was just a form of art. She took a deep breath, collected her courage and got out of the car.

The building for 'Better Cam Productions' was in the industrial part of the city. She had to be let into the parking lot through a large rolling gate, manned by a Security Guard. The building itself looked to be a large warehouse with two stories and a few Quonset huts as outer buildings, all connected by a covered walkway. Barry, the man who had hired her, said they took their privacy and the security of their models very seriously.

"No Looky-loo's allowed," he had told her. "In fact, even the crew is kept as small a number of people as we can, without sacrificing the quality of the product."

All in all, he had made Kitty feel secure enough about the whole thing that she had agreed to do it. She walked across the lot and up the three steps to the front door and with a determined grin on her face, walked in.

The building may have looked like a warehouse, but the Lobby was actually very nice. Tiled floors and a pastel blue color to the walls. A mahogany desk was set up for the office manager who greeted all new clients and performers. There was a leather and aluminum couch, a couple of comfortable looking padded leather chairs and a glass table with fresh flowers and several up-to-date photography magazines and books on it. There was even a table with an Espresso machine for visitors and employees to use.

As she entered, Greg, the office manager, got up from behind his desk and came out to greet her.

"Kitty, right?" he inquired with a smile, reaching out to shake her hand.

"Yes, that's right. I'm impressed you remembered me," she said.

Greg just kept smiling. "Oh, I try to remember everyone who comes to work here. I like to think of this as one big family!"

Kitty couldn't help but smile back, Greg's grin was infectious.

"That's really sweet. Thank you." She shook his hand. He had a firm grip, and she couldn't help but admire his trim, muscular frame.

"Not at all." Greg replied. His eyes looked Kitty up and down but settled on meeting her eyes. Kitty appreciated that. She knew men looked at her, but it was nice to meet someone who kept eye contact and didn't just stare at her 38DD breasts.

In fact, Kitty guessed that her ample breast size was one of the main reasons she had been offered the job in the first place. She wasn't supermodel pretty by any means. Yes, she accepted that she was good looking but not in your typical model's way. She was 5'6" tall and still had a little babyfat on her hips from her pregnancy last fall. But her breasts had always been her best feature.

Her ass was round and as her husband had said to her many times, "nothing wrong with a little cushion for pushin'." She always hated that phrase. She thought her ass was too big, but she just couldn't seem to lose those last ten pounds. Still, she kept fit and she thought she was attractive for a 30 year old housewife.

She suddenly became aware she had zoned out for a moment and that Greg was talking to her.

"I'm sorry," she said focusing on Greg, "What?"

Greg didn't let his smile falter.

"I asked if you'd like an espresso. Or maybe a cold drink?"

Kitty blushed a little realizing she had missed that entirely.

"Oh, no thank you. I'm just looking forward to getting to work."

"Of course. Well, Barry's waiting for you in the office." He turned and started to move across the lobby. "Come with me and I'll show you the way. It can get a little complicated with all the various studio's we have set up in here."

Greg moved swiftly and Kitty had to quicken her steps to keep up. She had worn her high heels today, wanting to look more professional for her first day, so her movement was kept to a quick walk. Greg moved to the hallway and started down, taking one turn and then another.

"He's right," Kitty thought to herself, walking past several doors and making several turns into one hallway after another. "This place is a regular maze." But she soon found herself in a neat, small office with Barry, the owner of the company.

Barry was just as she remembered, as if he hadn't changed his clothes since her meeting with him last week. He was a middle-aged man, probably in his 40's Kitty guessed. He had thick brown hair that he wore in a short ponytail. He had a trim beard and mustache, and neither hair nor beard showing any signs of gray yet. He wore a clean pair of Denim jeans and cowboy boots. He had on a turtleneck, putting his style a decade or so out of date and a pale off-white cardigan sweater with what looked to be American Indian designs on the sleeves. Kitty couldn't help but smile. The whole ensemble gave him a rather retro air that seemed to suit him.

"So, you found us Okay. That's good. Some people get a little lost in this neighborhood." Barry smiled as he looked across the desk at Kitty. Unlike Greg, Barry was one of those men who thought her eyes started at her tits.

Kitty chuckled and tried not to notice his stare.

"It was easier driving here than walking to your office. This place is huge!"

Barry chuckled. "Oh yes, we have quite an operation going here. On any given day we have at least four or five different shoots going on, not to mention several private Cam-studios we rent out."

"Cam Studios?" Kitty asked. "For what? I thought you were a photography studio."

"Oh we are," said Barry, "But we've recently dipped our toe into live streaming a few of our shoots and we rent out space to people who want to do their own camming - uh, live streaming shoots - for their own business."

"Wow!" Kitty shook her head. "I hadn't realized what a large business you had going here."

"Well, grow or die. That's our motto," Barry said with a smile.

Kitty nodded and then a frown crossed her face as she thought of something.

"You said you live-stream some photo shoots? You won't be putting my shoot online, will you? I'm not sure I want to do that."

Barry shook head as he stood up. "Don't you worry, that's not in the cards for your first shoot here. Just a photo layout to send to a few prospective magazine companies. Show them your attributes as well as our style. It's a win-win for both of us."

"Oh...that's good." Kitty stood as well. She looked at Barry who seemed ready to get things started. "So, uh, how do I get started?"

Barry kept on smiling. He let his eyes roam over the buxom beauties body once more and then he actually met her eyes.

"Well, the studio is all set up. There will be the camera man, and a lighting technician but as I told you, we try to keep even the studio crew to a minimum for you comfort."

Kitty nodded. "That's good. I'll admit I'm a bit nervous about this. It's my first time you know."

Barry nodded. "I know and we want to make it as easy for you as possible. You might even find yourself enjoying being the center of attention. We even have a safe word for you to use if you ever feel anything is too much."

"Safe word, what's that"? Kitty asked.

It's to keep you in total control." Barry said. If ever anything gets too much for you, if you need a break, water, even just a moment to gather your thoughts, you use the safe word, and we stop everything. We'll check in with you and see exactly what you need or change anything you don't like." His smile never dropped. "This is your shoot, from start to finish."

Kitty thought about this for a moment and it made her feel better about the whole thing. She was in control. She liked that. She nodded and smiled back at Barry.

"That's good to know. So, what's the safe word?"

"Red" he stated. Anytime you need us to stop, for any reason at all, just say 'Red'."

Kitty nodded. "Okay, Red. Got it. When do we start?"

"No time like the present." Barry said. He walked to the door and opened it, stepping into the hall. Kitty followed him.

"OK. We have your studio all set up. Just follow the hall till you come to the second turn. Then it's the third door down on your right." Gary smiled as he pointed her down the hall. "The photographer has the schedule of all the shoots and poses we want. This one shouldn't take more than a couple of hours to get it all done."

Kitty nodded and started down the hall. As she walked, she thought to herself; "They sure do smile a lot here. I guess they really are one big happy family."

She passed several doors and came to the first hallway. She kept going. As she moved past the next several doors, she saw they were labeled "Studio A", "Studio B" and so on. She paused briefly as she passed Studio B and thought she could hear someone moaning. But it didn't sound like someone in pain, it sounded like...Kitty gasped and blushed deeply as she realized she was hearing the sounds of sex. She quickly began walking again.

"That must be one of the private Cam studios that Barry had mentioned." She hadn't realized it was for that kind of streaming.

Kitty was so flustered she walked past a second hall and almost to a third. She stopped and looked around. She had gotten a bit confused. Was this the right hallway? She looked back up the way she had come and thought about retracing her steps back to Barry's office but decided against it. She needed this job and didn't want to be seen as incompetent. She turned into the hall and started counting doors. Second door on the right, wasn't that it? Or was it the third door? She wasn't certain, but when she reached the second door it was simply marked "Live Set".

This must be it," she muttered to herself and opened the door and walked cautiously in. There was a dark heavy curtain across the doorway and as she pushed through, she found herself in a large room, lights turned down very low. She could see several odd shadowy shapes that Kitty assumed were pieces of furniture for the shoot. Behind her the door closed with a soft 'click'.

"Hello?" she called out tentatively. "Am I in the right place? I'm here for my shoot." Immediately she heard a gruff voice speaking.

"It's about time. Get in here, we're already behind schedule".

Suddenly there was a man beside her. He grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her into the room.

Kitty squeaked as she was almost dragged into the middle of the room, where several other men were gathering. She noted there had to be six or seven men here.

"What's going on," she started to ask. "Why are there so many people?"

The man who had her arm took her by the shoulders and spun her around. Several of the other men grabbed at her as well, getting a hold of her blouse and skirt.

"There's as many of us as there needs to be" he said with a harsh laugh. "Get her ready boys." He turned his head and shouted to someone out of Kitty's site, "Get those lights set up. Time's a wasting!"

Several hands began to pull at Kitty's blouse. They grabbed the front of it and pulled hard, ripping it open and sending buttons flying everywhere. Other hands were tugging at her skirt, fumbling to find the zipper and yank it down. Then other hands pulling it down her legs to puddle at her feet. Someone was even grabbing at her tits now, squeezing them through her bra and slapping at them.

"Wow, she has a great rack on her!" one of the men said.

"Hey!" Kitty shouted. "Stop! Don't..." but no one paid attention. A hand reached in and grabbed her panties and yanked. For a moment the fabric stretched and pulled tight, sliding hard up between her legs. She shouted at them to stop but they kept yanking, and the fabric gave away with a tearing riiiip.

Kitty's mind was struggling with what was happening. She fought to pull away from the hands grasping at her but there were too many of them. She screamed at them to let her go!

"Get off me! No! Stop, please!" She begged.

But now they had ahold of her bra. A hand was sliding inside the cup and grabbing her breasts. Fingers searched for and found her nipple. Grabbing it with thumb and forefinger they squeezed hard and twisted, pulling her heavy soft breast out of the cup. Someone behind her had finally unsnapped her bra and now it fell away and hands pulled it completely off.

Kitty was sobbing loudly!

"No! Leave me alone, I'm begging, please!"

She was now naked and the men around her were pulling her again across the room. Then, from overhead 2 large spotlights came on. One focused on Kitty and her abusers and she could see several of the men were already half or fully naked. Their bodies were muscular and looked like they were oiled up. Two of the men were black, one had a swarthy Hispanic complexion, and the others were white. They also all had the largest cocks Kitty had ever seen. Not a one of them was less than 8 inches, even semi hard.

The second spotlight shined down upon something the men were dragging the struggling woman towards. It was a large wooden construct with a wide base, a center piece raising up about three to four feet and a 2-piece crossbar with holes for hands and her head. It was a medieval stock and as the men reached it Kitty realized their intention was to lock her into it.

With a burst of panic fueled strength she kicked out and twisted trying to get away from her captors. For a moment her arm was free, and she flailed out trying to strike at anyone near her. But a pair of hands quickly grabbed her arm, and she was forcibly wrestled into the pillory. Her head hung through, and her arms were held in place till the top bar could be lowered and locked shut. Then they backed up for a moment to stare at their captive.

Kitty was bent at the waist, he arms spread wide to either side, held in place. Her neck was also locked into place, and she could only manage to twist her head from side to side, barely able to raise it up to look around. The panicked woman didn't know what to do. Why was this happening to her. She shook the stocks and tried to get free but she was trapped.

Now the men came close again. A hand started sliding over her bare, upturned ass and squeezing her cheeks. Another couple of men were reaching down to her swaying, pendulous breasts and were squeezing and pinching. Pulling at her nipples, stretching them out hard before letting them go, only to slap at them, bouncing them back and forth.

Kitty moaned as they abused her sensitive breasts, blubbering as more hands reached out and touched, pinched and poked at her. Suddenly, she remembered Barry's safe word.

"Red!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Red! Red! Red! Red!" she continued to shout out he safe word and waiting for the men to stop. And, to her amazement, they did stop. For a moment.

"Red?" one of the men said with a chuckle. "What's red?"

Another laughed and said, "Her ass will be by the time we're done." And with that, he stepped back up and slapped Kitty's ass with a hard 'SMACK'.

"What?" Kitty shrieked. "Red! That's the safe word! RED!" She screamed.

"That's cute," one of the men said as he moved around towards the front of the stocks and Kitty's face. "She thinks she has a safe word."

Kitty's eyes bulged wide when she heard those words.

"I do! I have a safe word. Barry said so!" she cried. "It's Red!"

The man in front of her laughed and stepped up, his enormous cock now swinging directly in front of her face. He swung it and slapped her cheek with his cock, once on each side. Then he grabbed a handful of her black, curly hair and shoved his dick towards her mouth. She felt the huge member sliding over her lips. She tried to clench her teeth and keep her mouth closed but he yanked hard on her hair. She screamed in pain, and he thrust forward, filling her mouth with his engorged cock.

"MMMMPPPHHHH!" Kitty gagged as he slid in deep, the head of his dick striking the back of her throat, causing her to gag and splutter around him.

Behind her, more hands were swatting her ass, alternating cheeks and hitting her hard, again and again. Each swat caused her to jump and squeal. Then she felt hands on her tits. They grabbed at her and squeezed, their hands were slick and felt like they were coated in oil. She realized that is exactly what they were, and they were squeezing and pinching her tits, oiling them up. Even as she squealed and jumped and cried, she felt her nipples betray her, as they began to stiffen and grow hard under their the assault. She couldn't help but groan.

To her horror, her pussy was also starting to grow wet under the constant swats and touching that was going on. Fingers were starting to slide between her legs, spreading her pussy lips and pushing in. The fingers spread wide, and thrust in and out, moving up and down as well.

Kitty squirmed and cried as they began to truly work her pussy. Then the fingers found her clit, hard and swollen by all the stimulation, and they began to pinch and stroke it rapidly.

She jumped and shuddered and tried to avoid their touch, even as they shoved deeper into her. The man face fucking her continued his relentless assault in and out, thrusting deeper and holding his cock fully into her mouth. She tried to breathe around it and spit and groaned but he held tight.

Now something else was happening to her breasts. Hands had pulled away from pinching and pulling her throbbing nipples and she felt something wide and round sliding over her breast. Some type of cup sliding over her breast, and she felt a suctioning pull at her tits. She gasped, realizing in horror they had put some kind of a pump onto her tits and were turning it on. It was a kind of industrial milking machine. She could hear the motor revving up and the pump began to suck at her nipple, stretching it out as it sucked and pumped her full tits. Kitty groaned and shook her head but it was still impaled on the mans cock and he wasn't letting up.

Kitty had stopped breast feeding because of the stimulation she had felt when she did so. It always embarrassed her that she should get so turned on just trying to feed her child or pump enough milk for him to drink, so she had given up and bottle fed him. But her large breasts had never fully stopped producing milk and now some vile machine was attached to her tits and milking her like a cow. It pulled and sucked harder and harder at her tits and she could feel them beginning to drip milk. The sensation was so strong she could feel it throughout her entire body, building up as they continued to suck her breasts dry.

Kitty moaned loudly, her body shaking with the feelings on her tits and her clit. She tried to stamp her feet and kick out but she was shaking so badly she didn't have the strength. She could feel a warm fire building inside of her. She was going to cum.

"NNNNOOOOO!" she garbled out around the man's cock. "UGH! UGH! UGH!" She tried to say more couldn't do better than hoarse grunts.

Behind her, the fingers now spread her pussy as wide as it had ever been spread. It pulled at her swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it hard. Then, it let go and she felt a leather strap strike her across the pussy, right against her over-sensitized clit. She yelped and jumped but she was slapped again. That was too much for her and her orgasm rose up and shuddered throughout her entire body.