For the Records
After breakfast the door is unlocked and a guard enters holding a plastic bag. She cowers on her bed expecting to be raped again. However he barks out an order and she is told to strip. She does this at once, not caring about the man seeing her naked, she does not want to be punished again. He tells her to stand with her hands on her head as he fondles her breasts squeezing her nipples to make them stand erect again. They are still sore and she grimaces much to the guard's amusement. He then tells her to take out his cock and suck it. She undoes his flies and the stiff cock flips out of his flies. Bending down she sucks and slides her mouth up and down his penis until after a couple of minutes he comes in her mouth. She gags but knows now to swallow his cum. He grunts, replaces his deflated cock and then tells her to get dressed. She slips back on the apron and the top. The guard reaches out and attaches a leash to her collar. Her face burns from the shame of being leashed like this. The guard opens the door and pulls her behind him out of the cell and into the corridor. They walk along several corridors and up a couple a flights of stair in this warren of a building. She is made to trail behind him, reminded of her captivity by the pull on the leash.
They at last come to a green door where the guard enters with out knocking. Inside there are several men in what looks like a photographic studio. They turn as she enters.
"What have we here then?"
They look her over, up a down forcing her to lower her gaze feeling as if she is some prize specimen.
"Number 69 reporting Sir."
"Good, take off the leash. Now 69 we have to take some photos of you for the records. You are to do exactly as we say or you will be punished, you do understand? Well?"
"Yes Sir." She said quietly.
"Good over here then and hold on to this card."
On the card was the number 69/20. Her number and the year. She was moved in front of a camera on a stand. There were a couple of bright lights shining onto her. As she waited there holding the card she looked around the room which was quite large with lots of different cameras and pieces of equipment about. Several of the men came closer as she was moved back by the man towards a cream colored curtain that reached to the ground.
"Right hold the card in front, a bit lower fine, hold that. There was a bright flash."
"Turn to the side, hold the card by your arm fine."
Again the flash.
"OK, turn to the other side, right hold the card a bit higher, right."
Flash.
Tatarina started to relax if this was all they were going to do it was a relief from the grueling exercise she had been forced to do on the past two mornings..
"Turn round face the wall hold the card behind you, no stupid the other way round."
Flash.
"Turn back, now take off your top."
Oh dear there it was again. Tatarina reached down and lifted the top over her head revealing her breasts and nipples to the men standing watching her.
"Nice tits, drop the top, that's right throw it over there."
She did as she was told.
"Hold the card, no not like that, under your tits, why do you think I told you to take off the top!"
Tatarina's blushed as the man spoke to her as if she was stupid. But then she realized she was as she was here, and would have to put up with this treatment.
"Hold that."
Flash.
"Turn to the side, push your tits out. Good."
Flash.
"Other side."
Flash.
"Now turn and face the wall. Hold the card, lower, that OK."
Flash.
"Back round, she not bad is she Jules? Certainly got a nice pair."
"Right off with the apron, come on, toss it over there."
Tatarina blushed again, stepping out of the only item covering her modesty. She threw it over with the top. She could see the men looking up and down her naked body fully exposed under the bright lights.
"You know the drill, hold the card, higher we don't want it over your cunt do we. OK."
Flash.
As Tatarina turned to follow the instructions she realized now not only did they have her body to use as they wanted but they also had a record of her nakedness. To look at whenever they wanted. Somehow this made her feel even more ashamed. Would her boyfriend still love her after all this?
"Right that'll do, now come over here."
She was led naked across the room, followed by the men to another set where there was a video camera facing towards a backdrop.