Louetta here. Everybody in this story is at least eighteen.
As I've described in previous stories, I've been working since I was young with a photographer named Harry. The early stuff was all contract work, catalogs, and ad stuff. There was a lot of bikini work that sold very well with his regular customers and soon we got into topless and then nude photos. At some point, Harry invested in a Mavic 3 Cine drone with a Hasselblad camera and wanted to start making videos. I am proud to say I was his first subject. That's what this story is about.
Sometime one late September a few years back Harry demonstrated his drone for me and described his plan to use it in a simple BDSM-type film. I was to be the subject. I would be taken out into a field in a white dress while blindfolded, stripped, tied to a post, a garrote secured around my neck, left there struggling to get free, and then molested. There would be an R-rated version, that is topless, and an X-rated version, nude and liberally sprinkled with close-ups of my bunny hole.
The next Saturday we headed out to Labor-In-Vain Road in nearby Ipswich to one of Harry's favorite, and very private, locations to do the job. We took with us my two older brothers, who seemed never to tire of seeing their younger sister in the nude, to do the tying, Harry's daughter to do make-up and serve as a kind of chaperone as I was, after all, going to be naked and helpless, and two guys I had never seen before to operate Steadicams to get the necessary close-ups of my soon-to-be-naked body. Also included were four "witnesses", older males, favored clients of Harry's, who were willing to pay many dollars to see me buck ass naked in person.
The nakedness started early. Harry's daughter had brought a strapless white lace dress that bared my chest almost down to my nipples to allow my spare brown body could be stripped with my hands tied behind me. It was cut tight in the bodice and all the way down to the top of my soon-to-be-bare ass where it flared into a short skirt leaving my legs bare. It was cut low in the back which revealed the strap of a white bandeau-style bra, which I didn't need. There were two white bottoms, a bikini-style cut low in front which tied on the sides and covered about half of my ass and a white thong bottom which didn't cover any of it.
As there was no changing room, I stripped myself naked next to the car, displaying every inch of me plainly to the witnesses. There were four things to put on, to take off me while I was bound to my post. Harry filmed all this for sale as outtakes. Every bare inch of me was tanned, as Harry preferred. I stepped daintily into my thong, which barely covered my girlhood and the trace of pubic hair that then adorned me. Then my bikini bottoms which didn't cover much more. Then my bandeau top, no more than two inches wide, and all that was needed to cover the pinkness of my areolae and the stiffness of my nipples. Then my dress which barely stayed on me up top and barely covered my bum down below. I stayed barefoot.
We were ready. My brothers bound my wrists behind my back, cruelly tight, with a thin white rope. They blindfolded me equally tightly, with white to match my dress. The drone went up, controlled by Harry. The guys with the Steadicams moved into positions outside the view of the drone. Harry said go and I started to walk, a bit shakily at first with my eyes covered, toward the post that awaited me a hundred yards away in the field. I walked slowly, unseeing, but also to lengthen Harry's video. Every so often he cued me to turn a tad left or right as I went off course. After a few minutes, I arrived at the post. My brothers turned me back to it and untied my wrists. Attached to the post at armpit height is a bar running through the post so they can tie my arms over the bar and I won't fall down if I pass out which I might if what they want to do to me happens, which is use the garrotte on me. So I'm now tied to the post. The guys with the Steadicams moved closer and my stripping began.
I could feel the wetness inside me as I felt cold fingers move to the top of my dress on either side and start to pull my top down. First over my bandeau bra and then slowly down baring my thin and eager body inch by inch until the top of my dress was at my waist. I was thin then, you could almost count my ribs, my tummy muscles were clearly defined, and there was no jewel in my belly button. My chest moved softly with each breath, now bare except for the thin strip of a bra that covered my nipples, hard as rocks beneath the thin cloth. I could feel my brother's hands on me, first squeezing my neck, then moving down over my shoulders, fingers trailing over my tits, down my sides to my dress, then the back of his hand coming up the middle of me, up to my nipples, pinching them hard. I got wetter.
Next, my dress came further down, first over my ass, then down in front revealing my snow-white undies and the bottom half of my thin brown bum, then down over my eager thighs, my knees, and soon enough to the ground. Harry motioned me to step out of the dress and I did. Then my brother's hands were on my ass and then around in front where I was thin enough that my panties formed a bridge from hip bone to hip bone. The back of his hand went down and in between the cloth toward my bunny hole over the hint of hair that now grew there and my own brother felt the wet at the entrance to his sister's nether lips and I gasped as two fingers surrounded my clit and my head went back and hit the post hard. Then, unbelievably, he turned his hand over so the palm was against my body and stuck his fingers up me and I gasped again as he stroked my clit once, twice, three times and more and now I screamed and he took me a little further and then stopped on purpose to leave me hanging there.
Now my brothers switched positions and I felt hands at my bra and in another instant it was down to my waist leaving me bare up top and an instant after that the hands were at my breast feeling my chest softly, delicately, then pinching my nipples hard, then back to the soft stuff. I could sense the Steadicam guys moving in to get every detail, and the next details were down below, and there were fingers undoing the ties on my bikini bottoms, first on one side and then the other, and then it was being pulled down off my half-bare ass and in between my legs and away. Now the hands were on my bare bum caressing it and squeezing it and sneaking down my ass crack to find my asshole and I cried out as a finger went in there too. My whole body heaved and I started to plead "no" as the hand was back in front of me and down inside my pants at my girlhood, and after a few quick strokes the hand was gone and I was left to stand there alone, kind of shaking and sobbing, my whole body on fire.
I couldn't get over what was happening. I knew I was going to be stripped and I was prepared for it, and even welcomed it, being the center of male attention. But this was more than I had bargained for. My brothers tickling my clit. And all I could do was close my eyes and try to enjoy it. And I decided I would. I tried squeezing my bum against the post to stimulate myself and Harry coached me "good, good". I knew what was happening. We had finished one section that Harry could sell as a complete film. He was stretching the time now. The part we had finished was R-rated and did not include me being tied up completely. If people wanted to see me bound and/or completely naked, and they did, they'd have to pay up for a bondage version or the full X-rated one. At some length we continued.
