ZOLA AND THE PHOTOGRAPHER:
Chapter Eight
story codes: BDSM


ZOLA AND THE PHOTOGRAPHER
By Robert White

CHAPTER EIGHT


Your name is Tony Shutterbug. You voluntarily accept an invitation from
Zola to a Friday night party at her house. Upon arrival, you are persuaded
to remove your clothes. Then, after being meticulously examined, you
swallow three pills before being escorted down a long stairway. Deep
underground, you watch while two women are painfully abused. You are
then strapped into a straightjacket and forced to commit degrading acts.
At the moment, you are in another underground room with five girls, Zola,
The Fireman, The Stallion, Christina, and a naked girl restrained by wrist
and ankle cuffs.

Still in the straightjacket, you are strapped in a chair. Christina sits in front
of you and, with rampant concentration, repeatedly stimulates your cock.
Each time you near the point of no return, Christina squeezes the head of
your cock to stop the orgasm from taking place. After an hour of this
wicked treatment, you begin to beg. You have never desired to cum so bad
in your life. When Christina tires of tormenting you, Zola releases you from
the chair. The good news is you can walk around. The bad news is that
Zola again straps a plastic device between your legs that restrains your
hyper-stimulated cock. Then, as you watch appalled, the clothes-pin zipper
is ripped from the flesh of the naked girl strapped to the wall.

And the night isn't over yet.

Inside The Room. A naked girl against the wall is screaming.
>WHAT'S NEXT?
Sorry, the girl is screaming so loud I couldn't hear what you said.

Inside The Room. The Girl Continues To Scream.
>WHAT CAN I DO?
Why ask me? All I know is that she has nasty-looking deep red square
depressions all over her body. That couldn't feel good.

Inside The Room. The girl continues to scream.
>HOW CAN I STOP GIRL FROM SCREAMING?
You can try asking Zola to rub some of the gel on her.

Inside The Room. The girl continues to scream.
>WILL THAT HELP?
Possibly. It seemed to work on your cock.

Inside The Room. The girl continues to scream.
>SPEAK TO ME, ZOLA
"What can I do for you, Mr. Photographer?"

Inside The Room. The girl continues to scream.
>WILL YOU PUT SOME GOO ON THE GIRL?
"Why?"

Inside The Room The girl continues to scream.
> SO SHE'LL QUIT SCREAMING
"That stuff won't help her. Ask The Stallion to go get her some ice cream.
That always settles her down."

Inside The Room. The girl continues to scream.
>WILL YOU PLEASE GET THE GIRL SOME ICE CREAM, STALLON?
The Stallion frowns and then, without a word, turns, presses a large red
button on the wall, and leaves the room.
In a couple of minutes, The Stallion returns with a carton of ice cream and a
spoon. She walks up to the screaming girl.
"Open you mouth," Zola says. The girl obeys and The Stallion inserts a
spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
"That's my favorite," the girl says and quits screaming.

Inside The Room.
>ESCAPE FROM ROOM
You hit an invisible force field that's blocking the door. You bounce off the
force field and fall backward on the floor.

Inside The Room. You are lying in a straightjacket on your back on the floor.
>WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE PICK ME UP?
The Fireman and The Stallion each take an arm and lift you to your feet.

Inside The Room.
>WHAT HAPPENED?
"Read the sign," says The Fireman

Inside The Room. Next to the door there is a small sign that you haven't
noticed.
>READ SIGN
"You Must Press Button With Your Finger To Deactivate Force Field."
Beneath the button there is a second sign.

Inside The Room.
>READ SECOND SIGN
"Men Only Must Jerk Off In Jar Next To Door Before Pressing Button."
Between the two signs there is a large red button.

Inside The Room.
>MAY I LEAVE?
"You have to jerk off and then press the button before you're allowed to
leave," says The Fireman.

Inside The Room
>EXAMINE JAR
It just a glass jar with a lid on it.

Inside The Room
>LOOK INSIDE JAR
The Fireman picks up jar. There is some thick white fluid in the bottom.
Looks like Christina's had a busy night.

Inside The Room.
>I CAN'T JERK OFF WITH THIS STRAIGHT JACKET ON
Christina looks at you. "I can give you some advice."

Inside The Room.
>WHAT'S THE ADVICE?
"Why don't you ask Zola how to get that straightjacket off. Maybe she'll tell
you and then you'll be able to press the button and leave the room,
provided you've jerked off first."

Inside The Room.
>HOW DO I GET THIS STRAIGHTJACKET OFF, ZOLA?
"I told you my father bought that straightjacket from a friend of Houdini's.
And Houdini knew all the tricks. Fortunately for you, I have been able to
learn a few of Houdini's tricks myself."

Inside The Room. You are getting annoyed.
>TELL ME THE TRICK, ZOLA
"The jacket has a false lining. If you feel with the fingers of your right hand,
you'll find two loops that you can work your fingers into. They are attached
to the false lining so once you have your fingers in them, you'll be able to
pull the jacket off without undoing the straps."
You follow Zola's instructions and within moments the straightjacket
loosens and then drops away from your body.

Inside The Room. You are naked.
>WHAT NOW?
You have your hands free. Now, you masturbate. Go ahead and finish what
Christina started. And like the sign says, jerk off in the jar. I don't want to
have to mop the room tonight.

Inside The Room. The Stallion has given the girl the last spoon of ice
cream.
>I DON'T THINK I CAN
You don't think you can what?

Inside The Room.
>MASTURBATE
Of course you can. Every man can masturbate.

Inside The Room.
>MY COCK IS TOO NUMB
You really don't need to announce the fact. Anyone looking at you would
notice your limp dick dangling between your legs.

"Stallion, get that chair from next door. When Tony follows our instructions,
he'll be ready to cum in no time. Then he can press the button and leave if
that's what he wants to do."

Inside The Room.
>I FEEL SILLY WITHOUT CLOTHES
You'd feel sillier if you had to look at yourself.

Inside The Room.
>IS THAT THE CHAIR?
You are looking at a regular wood chair with wood legs, a wood seat, and
a wood back that The Stallion just carried in and placed in the middle of
the room. Its blue paint is chipped and it looks like it came out of an
underground Bingo parlor.

"Go ahead and sit down, Mr. Photographer."

Inside The Room.
>SIT ON CHAIR
"If you had been looking carefully, you'd have seen that the chair isn't
everything The Stallion carried into the room. Show our Shutterbug what
else you have, Stallion."

The Stallion shakes her head no.

Inside The Room.
>EXAMINE OBJECT STALLION IS HOLDING
You can't examine the object. The Stallion is holding it behind her back.

Inside The Room.
>PLEASE SHOW ME WHAT YOU HAVE BEHIND YOUR BACK,
STALLION.

The Stallion decides to give you a break. She brings out the object and
holds it in front of you.

In her hand she is holding a thick, 18 inch long rubber dildo with a large
penis head on one end and a gigantic set of rubber balls with a large
industrialized suction cup on the other. If you had been more attentive when
The Stallion set the chair down, you would have noticed the immense dildo.
You have to be more alert or you'll be stuck in this room forever.

Inside The Room.
>WHAT'S THAT FOR?
The Stallion tips her head back, opens her mouth, and forces the end of
the dildo into her mouth. The size of the dildo's head causes her cheeks to
puff out. Then with one large gulp, you watch as the dildo slithers down her
throat until the pair of rubber balls rest against her teeth.
Zola points at The Stallion and says, "She is very talented, Mr.
Photographer. She can do the same thing with an eighteen inch sword.
The Stallion also worked in the sideshow where people learn to do
anything that can be imagined. I saw her swallow a live mouse once and
then regurgitate it. You didn't do that a second time, did you Stallion.
Since the dildo keeps The Stallion from speaking, she shakes her head no.

Inside The Room.
>WHAT NOW?
"You can't do anything until The Stallion pulls the dildo out of her throat. Are
you ready to do that, Stallion?"
The Stallion nods and then tips her head back a little more and pulls the
now slick rubber dick slowly, one inch at a time, out of her mouth.
"Stand up, Mr. Photographer."
You stand. The Stallion runs her pink tongue over the suction cup and then
slams it down on the seat of the chair. The suction cup holds it securely to
the seat while the top half of the massive rubber cock sways back and forth.

Inside The Room.
>I CAN'T GET ALL THAT IN ME
"Never say can't. Do you want The Stallion to show you how it is done?"
I'd suggest that you say anything to buy some time before being subjected
to that rubber behemoth.

Inside The Room.
>YES
The Stallion turns her back to the spectators in the room. Moving forward,
she steps up on the seat of the chair and positions herself until the
extended dildo is directly below her muscular buttocks. Then, flexing her
sphincter muscle, she bends her legs and squats until the end of the dildo
is pressing against her asshole. She continues to squat until the rounded
end disappears inside her.
Then, holding onto the back of the chair, she slowly lowers herself down the
shaft of the dildo until, with only several inches to go, she rotates her rump
and continues until the rest of the dildo disappears up her ass and all that
is showing is the flattened rubber balls sticking out from beneath her
buttocks.
Finally, she leans slightly backward freeing her feet from the seat of the
chair and then lowers her legs until her feet again rest on the floor, one foot
on either side of the chair.

Inside The Room
>I'M READY TO CUM
Zola didn't have to be told. She had been watching your cock stiffen since
The Stallion had begun her show and is standing next to you, holding the
jar beneath your cock.

But she is too late.

The point of no return passes by you like signs on the highway when you're
driving 90 miles per hour. You're rock-hard cock, pointing up, fountains in
the air in a gusher you have no way of controlling.

You've having the mother of all orgasms. You feel your knees buckling as
your legs give way and you drop to the floor, the cum still spewing out of
your cock.

Immediately, police whistles and the sounds of heavy shoes can be heard
coming down the hall. In moments two beefy men in green round the corner
like two badly drawn cartoon characters The first one entering has a name
tag with JOCK printed on it in pink felt pen. The second, also wearing
green, has SOCK printed on his tag.

They grab you by the arms and lift you off the floor.

"Did he cum in the jar?" asked JOCK.

"Well, sort of," Zola said.

"That's good enough. Sorry to leave but we're late." They raced back to the
door with you between them and hit the red button three times, then you are
out the door and running down the hall, being propelled by the momentum
of the two men.

In The Hall. You are running between JOCK and SOCK.
>WHERE ARE WE GOING?
"They are waiting for you," said JOCK.
"The show must go on," replied SOCK.

In The Hall. They have stopped in front of a closed door.
>WHAT'S IN THERE?
"The show," said SOCK. "You ought to know. You've been performing it for
six years."

JOCK opens the door and jostle their way through with you squeezed
between them. You can't see as they drag you along. You don't realize you
are back stage until you trip over a one by four that's used to brace up the
back wall of the stage set.

One of the men opens a door in the set and they push you through.

"Get in the bed."
In the dim stage lighting, you can see you are in a jail cell, and the bed is a
cot. Still nude, you run over, climb in the bed and pull up the covers. The
men close the door. You are alone.

On A Stage.
>EXAMINE ROOM
Before you have time to examine anything, you hear the curtains open and
you realize that the last act has begun.

To Be Concluded

© 2007 Robert White

Robert  lives by himself in the USA and likes to watch bondage
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