Between a Rock and His Hard Place - Part 3 SeXStoRY

Heather walked up the flight of stairs to her apartment as if in a nightmare, her chest heaving as she cried. She had never felt more trapped and helpless. Oddly enough, she did believe Benton when he said he wouldn't touch her, so she assumed he wouldn't hurt her either. But she had not been completely naked in front of a man since she was a young girl, and that was her own father. Even her yearly physicals were performed by a female doctor. She had made out with guys plenty of times, and she had even had sex a few times, but it was always in dark places and she had never gotten completely naked. She was self-conscious about her butt, thinking it was too big, and she knew her boobs were not as big as most girls her age. She decided to wear the same clothes she had on when she was in the shop with Benton, since he had indicated he wanted her to wear something like she had on then. She arrived at his door at a few minutes before 7:00, visibly shaking with her stomach in knots. She hesitated before knocking, wondering if she should just run away, but she knew how dangerous living on the streets could be. Doing what Benton asked could at least buy her some time to get back on her feet, and he would probably get tired of this after a few times anyway. At least that's what she told herself. She finally knocked on the door, and Benton opened it within a few seconds and said, "Right on time. I was wondering if you had changed your mind. Good thing you didn't -- you may have a brain behind that pretty little face after all." She entered into what looked like a small dining area with a door to a kitchen behind it. The main room spread out from there with a large, thick-cushioned sofa to the right and to the left a shaded window and door leading out to a balcony to the street over the front entrance to the gun shop. There were two doors on the far end of the room leading to other rooms, probably a bedroom and a bathroom. Benton had arranged the room by pushing chairs back to the walls to open up the middle of the room and had set up two Halogen flood lights on either end of the sofa facing out toward the center of the main room. The overhead light in the room was also on. He told her to stand in the middle of the room facing the sofa, and he took his place in the middle of the sofa. He picked up a video camera, fiddled with it for a few seconds, then connected it to a tripod in front of him. She was standing in the middle of the room, with her head down and her arms crossed in front of her. When he spoke, it startled her so much that she jumped and looked up with her eyes wide open, fighting back tears. He told her to start by pulling off her bulky sweater. He kept telling her to look into the camera. The lights were so bright shining towards her that she could only barely see a dark outline of Benton sitting on the sofa. Her knit blouse was the next to go, which she removed more slowly, feeling his eyes staring at her white bra. She was tossing her clothing in one of the chairs pushed back to the wall. He told her to pause and to put her arms down by her side. Then he told her to turn all the way around slowly. "Goooood," he said. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her socks off as well. He told her to slip out of her jeans. She took a deep breath, still fighting back tears, and began to unbutton her jeans. He told her to slide them down slowly so he could get the "full effect" as he called it. She could feel the warmth of the lights on her bare stomach, and as she pulled her jeans down over her hips, that warmth extended down the length of her thighs. However, her face was considerably warmer as it was now flushed from embarrassment. When her jeans finally passed over her knees, she reached down to pull them off, one leg at a time, a bit awkwardly. She instinctively reached for the waistline of her white panties to pull them up tight. She started shaking again, and said in a broken voice, "Please wait. Please." He said he would be happy to wait while she turned around for him, slower this time. When she had turned enough for her back to be facing him, he told her to stop. "Stay right there. Don't move." The fear began to rise in her throat, and she began trembling again. "Take it easy," Benton said. "I ain't gonna touch you. I told you that already. Relax." After about 30 seconds or so, he told her to complete the turn. Her hands were crossed over her crotch, and he told her to put them down by her side. He sat up and leaned in toward the camera. He started adjusting the zoom, and then he told Heather to put her hands on top of her head. She did as instructed, and he moved the camera up and down her body very slowly. It was still difficult for her to see, but Heather thought she could see him rubbing his crotch through his pants. A wave of nausea passed over her like a deep shadow. He told her to pull the bra straps down off her shoulders, and then he said, "Unhook it." Her heart felt as if it would pound out of her chest. She did as she was told, but she squeezed her arms close to her sides to keep the bra from sliding down. "It's like ripping of a band-aid honey," he said. "The quicker you get it over with, the better off you'll be." Heather gave him a quick look of disdain, dropped her head in shame, and simply moved her arms out to let the bra fall to the floor. She could feel the heat rise in her face again. He told her to look at him, and she did, again fighting back tears. "Not too big, not too small -- just right," Benton said. She was actually surprised by his assessment as she was sure he would have some snide remark to make about her tits being too small. She could tell he was now zooming in with his camera on each breast, spending a great deal of time panning back and forth, telling her to lift her arms up over her head, and then down again several times. He told her to make two complete turns, slowly as he panned up and down her body. He told her to reach up and cup her tits in her hands and then to rub her nipples. She did so, wondering if he thought she was getting aroused by this, which she wasn't. She went from feeling sick to being angry, thinking that HE was getting aroused by watching her touch her tits. But her anger turned to fear again when he told her to turn around and face the window. Then he told her to listen very carefully -- he wanted her to slowly pull her panties down very methodically in stages: first halfway down her ass, then down at the bottom of her butt cheeks, then halfway down her thighs and stop there. As Heather placed her thumbs inside the top elastic of her panties just below her waist, she noticed that her tits were quivering -- shaken by the trembling of her whole body. Her legs felt very wobbly beneath her. "Can't we just stop here?" she pleaded. He said this was the best part and told her to "Get with it." She began pulling her panties down, squeezing her eyes shut. He made her take great pauses at each stage while he zoomed in with his camera. She could hear his breathing getting louder and faster. As she slid the panties down to the middle of her thighs, she had to slightly spread her legs to release them from her crotch. She could feel the heat of the lamps on her naked butt cheeks. Benton told her to stand up on her tip toes, and he made her stay like that for almost a minute, still facing the window. Then he told her to slowly turn around to face him. She instinctively crossed her hands over her crotch as she turn around, with her head down. He told her to lift her face and to put her arms by her side. When she did, he could plainly see that her pubic hair had been completely shaved clean. "Shaved clean as a baby's behind," he grunted. "Shit, does everybody your age do that now?" "I don't know," she mumbled. Benton was zooming in on her crotch, panning down to her panties midway down her thighs. He told her to turn around and face the window again. It made her feel so vulnerable to have her back to him, the heat of the lamps on her ass, which was in full view for him. She could hear him adjusting the tripod, moving it closer to her. After a few seconds, he told her to bend over and grab her panties. She struggled to keep her legs together and did as he said, feeling her face flush even more. "Now reach around and spread your cheeks wide," Benton said smoothly, in anticipation of the site he was about to behold. Heather should have known this would be part of the deal, but she had refused to let herself think about it ahead of time for fear that she wouldn't have gone through with any of it. "Isn't this enough? Please," she begged him, almost weeping. Benton got irritated. "Hell, we can stop right now, and I can pick up the phone. Your choice, Heather." "No. You don't have to do that." "Good. And if you stall again, or question me at all, the deal is off and you go to jail. Got it?" "Yes sir," Heather said, sniffing and forcing herself to stop crying. She reached around with both hands on her butt cheeks and began to spread them open for his pleasure. He barked at her to open them wider and lean over further. It scared her so badly that she didn't dare hesitate. She immediately leaned down, spread her legs, and pulled so hard on her cheeks that it hurt. He told her to stay just like that and not to move a muscle. She could only imagine what was running through his head. She felt her pussy lips begin to part and open, and the heat from the lamps was warming the tender, exposed pink flesh of her anus. He ordered her to take the panties all the way off, which she did without hesitation, frightened beyond her bashfulness by his last threat. He then told her to get down on all fours and poke her ass out at him. She did so, feeling more humiliated than she had ever felt in her life. He adjusted the lights to shine directly down on her. He took the camera off the tripod and began walking all around her, filming her from all angles and working hard to avoid too many shadows from the lights. He took close shots of her tight tits and nipples pointing to the floor. He zoomed in on her butt from above and below, making her spread her legs, then pull them together while pushing her ass out. He told her to put her head down on the floor and look back over her shoulder at him. He slowly panned down from her face, down her arched back, to her fully exposed ass, and down her legs to her feet and the all the way back up again. Then her told her to turn over on her back and spread herself out on the floor, arms and legs. He continued filming from every angle imaginable. Once, as he went down to his knees at her side, she could see the bulge of his erect cock through his pants. She noticed he was unconsciously adjusting his cock from time to time, not quite being able to control his excitement. Lastly, he told her to lift up her legs with her hands behind her knees. As she did, he got down on the floor only a foot or so away from her ass and filmed her bottom very closely. He told her to keep her legs up like that and spread them. Again, she was so humiliated and ashamed. With the camera at his eye, he got his face close enough that she could feel his breath on her asshole and pussy. For a moment, she actually felt self-conscious that she may not smell as fresh as she could have, since she was not anticipating having his face so close to her most private parts. "Now wink it at me a few times," Benton said with a disgusting smile. "What?" Heather looked puzzled. "Wink your asshole in and out at me." She did as she was ordered, which only further added to the humiliation. She was horrified that flexing her asshole with her legs pulled up and back would make her accidentally fart in his face, and that he may get mad enough to call off the whole deal. Luckily, that didn't happen. Once he had finished filming this little finale, he grunted, "Alright, get dressed and get on upstairs. Be back down here the same time on Saturday." That was only three days away. Heather couldn't imagine what kind of sick pleasure Benton derived from watching her butthole pump in and out. But as for Benton's ideas of how Heather could gratify his perverted whims, this was just the beginning . . . .