Slut Display Pt 01

A beautiful sunny day and a vanilla ice cream cone. This day couldn't possibly get any better. Could it?

Mina happily hummed a tune to herself as she asked herself the question, lapping at the ice cream cone in her hand. Her red slippered feet clicked against the sidewalk as she skipped away. Nope. This day is just too perfect.

Mina couldn't help but treat herself from a big score last week. Who would have thought that a popular magazine company would be interested in this town? Then again, who would have guessed said company would be interested in her modeling? Certainly, not her. Models were always incredibly sexy, making everyone do a double-take by just a few sways of their hips. Mina was always jealous. Every one of those girls looked amazing. Sun-kissed skin, radiant hair, slim yet curvy figures. She always dreamed of being one of them. But ever since the recruiter came to her last week, that dream was about to become a reality.

"If I only had the guts to ask him out too," she sighed. Her mind began to wildly dream, thinking of the handsome brunette from before approaching her in a future shoot, posing for the hundreds of cameras flashing around her. She giggled as her fantasy slowly moved down to the gutter.

Maybe there is a way to make this day better. Maybe

, Mina thought.

The happy, petite blonde continued her path, licking the vanilla cream off her fingers. "This is going to be great!" She quietly cheered, trying to contain her excitement as she looked around, searching, keeping a lookout for where her very first shoot will be. A modeling gig that's within walking distance to the college; what more could she ask for? She slipped her hand into her pocket and produced the address on a slip of paper. "Let's see here. Charles Street, house number...291!"

Her eyes locked on to the grand, lavish building, right at the endpoint of a three-way. Bricks made up the walls. White columns stood in front of the doorway, acting like sturdy guards to the entrance. On one of the pillars was a red sign that hung high for all to see. "Closed for reservation," was written in bold black lettering.

Mina blinked at her destination, looking back at her piece of paper afterward. "The library?" She questioned out loud, confused. She was meeting with her new boss at the library? It seemed like a strange place to meet up for a photo shoot. She glanced at the sign again as she walked towards it out of curiosity, looking around. After several moments, she gasped in a sudden epiphany. "I bet my first shoot is being set up inside," Mina chirped. Her smiled returned as she finished the rest of her cone, scaling the staircase leading up to the door. Excitement brimmed inside her, adding more hop to her step. She couldn'twait a single moment later. Just what did they have in store for her? Was she supposed to be a sexy librarian? A cute and innocent nerd? The mystery was killing her! If she didn't find out soon, Mina was going to lose it.

At the top of the stairs rests Mahogany double doors, closed shut and lined with gold. The blonde slowed her pace and moved towards them with cautioun, her heart pattering against her chest. Excitement and anxiety built up and swelled up inside her.

Do I look okay? Should I just get another job? I can get something else to pay for college.

More thoughts swam around in Mina's mind like buzzing bees. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her resolve. "Calm down, Mina," She told herself. "Just smile and be yourself."

She gave the door a gentle tug, causing it to screech open. Inside were shelves upon shelves of books, all perfectly lined up and organized. Right in front of her rested a large reception desk, cleared off and devoid of any clutter. Mina stepped inside, letting her curiosity guide her. The floor creaked against her slippers, cutting through the silence. Not a single soul moved about the quiet area that she could see.

The library was the biggest hang out spot for all the college students. Everyone went here to study, research, or just to hang out. So many sleepless nights were spent here. Memories bubbled in her mind, reminiscing on all the tests she had to prepare for. This place was a lifesaver. And the fact that this company could pay to rent it out for a day must mean they were big. But now the question was, where in the world were they?

"Hello?" Mina called out. Her voice echoed throughout the halls and rows, reaching through the lifeless corridors. Her blue eyes searched around for anything. No lights? No cameras? No sceneries? "Is anyone here?" Still no reply back. Uncertainty crept up the back of her spine.

Did I miss the meeting? I could have sworn I was on time.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded off at a distance, grabbing Mina's attention. Slowly, the sound grew louder and louder, approaching the blonde at a steady pace. Then black heels stepped from the hallway entrance. A woman in her thirties appeared from the passageway and took notice of Mina. Long frail legs were loosely bundled in a skirt. Her vest and button-down shirt cradled her breasts under her suit jacket. A concise bun tamed her brown hair. She epitomized professionalism. Despite trying desperately to contain her excitement, this woman intimidated her. Maybe she should have dressed a bit differently?

Adjusting her glasses, the mature woman walked towards Mina. A Stern gaze fell upon her. "You're late," she said curtly, punctual. Mina blinked at the woman before she double-checked the time on her phone.

"wasn't the meeting suppose to be at eleven?"

"yes," the mature woman spoke again. "and it's five minutes past eleven."

"I-I'm so sorry, ma'am," she replied. "I must have lost track of time. I didn't know I was late for the shoot." She frowned, deeply ashamed of herself. How could she be so stupid for letting time slip by so easily? If she knew she would be this late, she wouldn't have stopped to get ice cream.

The woman rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Never mind the excuses," she said. "At least you had the decency to show up. And as soon as you sign the contract, we can begin."

Mina nodded. "Right," she confirmed, digging in her purse for a moment. She searched inside the pocket before grabbing hold of a bundle of papers and shoving them into the woman's face. "Here you are. They're all signed and dated, just as you asked," Mina chirped happily.

The lady looked down at the bundle, accepting it. "I'm assuming one of our recruiters went through this entire contact already with you, yes?"

Again, the blonde nodded eagerly. "Yes. Yes, he did," she said. "We discussed a lot about it last week. You'll be paying for every shoot I do, including any extra charges on the job. That's correct, right?"

"That's correct," The woman replied, glancing at Mina's form over her glasses, flashing a smile her way "I can see why you were chosen for this shoot in particular."

Mina couldn't help but smile at the compliment. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red. She never saw herself as attractive. Cute, yes. She had that much confidence in herself. But attractive was giving her too much credit. Nevertheless, she took is the compliment.

The mature woman accepted the contract and took a thorough skim down each page, making sure everything was accounted before taking the bundle and tucking it under her arm. "Well, it seems you signed every page," she said. "And it appears that everything is in order. Welcome to your new life as a model, Ms. Mina."

The moment she offered her hand, Mina snatched it out of pure joy, shaking it vigorously. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She cheered. "I'll do my best to impress you, ma'am! You can count on me!" This is it, her life in college was secured. She wouldn't have to worry about money or student loans ever again. She was going to pass without a care in the world. The business lady snaked her hand out of Mina's tight grip, prompting Mina to pull hers away and contain herself again. She needed to learn restraint.

"Well, now. If you could follow me please," The businesswoman spoke, turning on her heel towards the hallway. Mina followed closely behind, making sure not to falter. She frequented the library hundreds of times. The hall was filled with soundproof rooms. They were great places to cram for classes or just to find a comfortable spot to read. But still, her curiosities were piqued by the place.

"Uhm. Excuse me, miss err-"

"Grace," she corrected Mina.

"Well, I just have one question if I may? Why did you choose a Library for the shoot? It seems a tad bit odd, if you ask me."

"We have a specific theme that we want to capture," Grace answered. "And for this theme to work, we require a large amount of space to work with. That's why we rented out the library."

"Wow," Mina gasped at her words. This company must be enormously successful if they can rent this place out. And it was all just for a shoot. She wondered where her next one would be located? A skyscraper? On a cruise ship? Oh, the possibilities!

Grace finally stopped in front of one of the doors and fetched a key from her suit jacket. Unlocking the door, she held it open for Mina to enter. But she stopped in her tracks once she walked inside. A single table stood right in the middle of the room. On its surface was a plethora of makeup from shades of lipstick to mascara. The large spread covered the entire tabletop.

She gasped at the selection, almost speechless. "Is this all for me?" She beamed. "What will I be wearing for the shoot then?"

"Nothing," Grace spoke bluntly, causing Mina's smile to disappear. She blinked at her as she grabbed the door handle and added, "You have thirty minutes to get ready. Don't disappoint your new master," The door closed and there was an audible lock right after, causing Mina's face to twisted further with confusion.

That was strange

, she thought to herself. The blonde girl tried the door. No budge. She locked it. But why? She wasn't going anywhere. Why would she? The pay was supposed to be amazing. "Well, she said I have thirty minutes," she muttered to herself, moving to the table. She had to get to work. She was already late coming in here, and the last thing Mina wanted was to get fired for being a bad model. Finding a mirror at the side of the room, she started with foundation and worked from there. Her smile returned to her face as she continued. "Don't worry, Grace. I won't let you down."

Time flew by as the blonde focused intently, making sure to get every fine detail correct. Her lips were painted th perfect shade of red to match her blush. Eyes shadow added radiance to her gaze, making her eyes pop. Each item filled her with confidence. It was like playing dress-up when she was a little kid. Only she had to be a bit more professional. Mina giggled at the thought as she judged herself at a nearby mirror, posing playfully, twirling around as she smiled at her reflection. "That's it. Wow the audience. Make them jealous that they can't have a girl like me," Mina spoke in a grandiose voice. She couldn't wait for Grace to come back. Maybe she wouldn't be so mad at her for being late. Perhaps, she'll warm up to her later.

The door opened without preamble as Mina watched her reflection. Slowly and seductively, she turned towards the door. "So what do you think?" she said with a smug look. "Do I look good or—"

SNAP!

The crack of his whip caused Mina to jump in the air, startled by the sound. The recruiter stared angrily at her with dark eyes. The sleeves to his shirt were rolled up, wearing a high dollar vest along with it. A black duffle bag was in his other hand. Leather shoes clicked as he entered the room, slamming the door afterward. Mina was silent, scared and confused. It was the man from last week, the one that gave her the job. But why was he angry? More importantly, why was he using a whip? She trembled, moving behind the mirror, and watching the man drop the bag to fold his arms.

"Disobedient already," he snarled in a low tone. "I thought you were told to wear nothing."

"I-I-well, uhm." Mina continued to stammer out of fear, still backing away. But the man cracked his whip again. Mina shrieked, almost falling from the sudden loud noise.

"Front and center. Take off everything," he ordered. Mina nodded nervously and worked to undo her blouse, almost tearing it in her haste to take off her clothes. The man sharpened his gaze, moved towards the cowering blonde, and snatched her by the hair. "I said, front and center, Slave!" he growled, tossing her to the ground harshly.

"What did I do wrong?" Mina asked, shaking with fear on the floor. "I'm sorry for being late. I-I lost track of time." The blonde scrambled back to her feet as he closed the gap again, glaring down at her. Mina shivered, frozen from fear, her hands trembling.

"Do I really need to tell you what you did wrong, Slave?" he spoke coldly. Mina stayed quiet as he gripped her blouse, pulling her close. "Take it off. Everything." The brunette turned away, moving towards the duffle bag. She wasted no time stripping herself of her clothes, starting with her blouse and bra. A deep red wave of embarrassment washed over her as she took off each article, trying her best to hide her soft breasts, her smooth bare skin, her pink striped panties, slowly becoming nude as he rummaged through the bag. Why was he so mean? Why was he calling her "Slave"? This wasn't part of the shoot, was it?

She yelped again as he snatched her arms and dragged her to the table by her hair. Makeup flew everywhere as he pushed her down to the tabletop. She looked behind her, seeing him produce a pair of leather cuffs, binding her hands behind her. "W-w-wait!" she exclaimed, scared. "What are you d-AAGH!" Her head slammed against the table's surface, pinning her down. Her arms tightened together, and the click of a lock sounded off before the man dipped his head towards her ear.

"Don't you dare move," he hissed. Mina whimpered in response as he removed his hand. She watched as he came around the table, holding a leash and a black collar in one hand. He strapped the collar on forcefully and secured the buckle before latching the leash to the collar ring, guiding it under the table.

"Please, Sir. I didn't mean to make anyone angry. I-I won't be late again. I pro-aaah!" Mina's words were cut off by the sudden chill of the leash's metal against her pussy. Cold shivers ran between her lower lips. He could hear the man chuckle sadistically, jerking the leash from behind her, forcing her head against the table, causing her to clench her legs together.

"Because you were late?" his voice carried a dark tone as he bound the handle to the cuff chain. "Is that why you think you're being punished?" Mina didn't answer. Her voice was stuck in her throat. But she nodded quickly, tugging on her cuffed hands uselessly. "Oh, you are gravely mistaken, Slave." The blonde heard his pacing footsteps. Then, something dragged on the floor next to her.

SNAP!

Mina screamed. Pain welled up in her rear end. The Man cackled as he struck again with the whip, attacking the defenseless blonde. Her legs flailed, and her body jerked, unable to move from the leash anchoring her.

"Stop it! Please!" she begged. Mina's voice cracked and closed her eyes tightly from the sting. "Please! This wasn't in the deal! Please! Stop!" The whipping was halted immediately, and soon after, he moved to face her again, holding her head towards him. "Please! Don't whip me anymore! Please!" Streams of tears and smeared makeup ran down her face as she continued to weep and whimper. But her captor only gave a sadistic grin.

"You knew full well what you were getting into, slave," He stated. He pushed her face away. Then he paced around her again like a predator stalking its next meal. "On the contract I told you to sign. It states explicitly that 'the employee in question will be stripped of all rights and protections as well as any voice or authorities he or she may have. And the employer will have full ownership of said employee." His smile widened as he continued. "Did you not read the entire contract like I asked? Or were you just so enthralled by how much money we'll be giving you in this job?"

Mina shook her head, mouthing words silently, denying his statement.

He can't do this. This is wrong, all wrong.

Her arms still tested her bonds before he shoved his next torture item into her mouth. The giant metal ring was pushed past her teeth, forcing her mouth wide open and straining her jaw. She jerked her head as she took both straps from the ring gag and buckled them together behind her back, tightening the gag. Mina tried to shake the ring gag off, trying her best to push it out with her tongue. But drool began to form, dripping as she cried and spoke in useless garble. The brunette searched the mess around her and grabbed a stencil, holding her head steady as he began to write on her face.

"I think you will find it fitting for a slave of your intellect," he mocked. Once finished, he grabbed the mirror from the side, and Mina's eyes widened once she saw her reflection. There was no sexy, confident, beautiful diva from before. There was nothing glamorous about it at all. Instead, she saw a distressed and abused Blonde with the word "Stupid" written on her forehead. "WH" was on one of her cheeks. "RE" was on the other. And as she looked upon her gaping mouth, she broke into a sob, moving her gaze away from her reflection.

I'm not a whore! I'm not a whore!

The ring gag held her jaw apart, and her tongue uselessly flailed about, stopping her from saying the words she wanted to scream. The brunette held her head, moving her gaze back, keeping the mirror in front of her. "Get used to it, Slave," he whispered into her ear. His voice sent cold shivers down her spine. A chilling wave of despair sent goosebumps throughout exposed skin. "This is what you have to look for. And think of all the money you'll get doing a few of these shoots. Think about all the freedom you'll get once you're done with college. You won't have to worry about any student loans, ever." He chuckled as he withdrew the gag from the blonde. Mina's eyes shot out as he shoved her panties into her mouth, keeping it inside as she tried to push them away. The sour, dirty taste attacked her palette and caused her to gag. He denied her from rejecting the undergarments. Eventually, he let go, allowing her to spit out her own underwear, letting her tongue hang out to eliminate the taste as she panted.

The tears kept coming. She kept sobbing, keeping her eyes away from the mirror.

I look like a slut,

she thought to herself.

I hate it. I hate the way I look. I just want to go home.

But reality was cruel to her. Laughing madly, the man made his way to the door.

"Your big spotlight comes in a few minutes," he said. "Better get ready."