Katie Jones arrived at the studio at the appointed time. To say she was nervous was an understatement. It was her husband's idea that she went through with the photo shoot, despite her best efforts to convince him that they should wait. They would find the money from somewhere. Just give her time to get a job, she told him. There was that interview for the hostess job in a night club in just a few days time. Why did she have to do this now? She could get the job and their money problems would, in an instance, be solved.

Frank would always get exasperated whenever they talked about this, which in the current environment was almost every hour of every day, explaining to her over and over again that they could not wait. They needed the money now and the money being offered by Jack Wells, his boss, was too good to turn down. And it was money in the bank rather than the possibility of money from a job which she may or may not get.

And boy did the Jones' need the money. Frank, aged 35 was a middle ranking manager for a major bank in the City of London. He was married to the stunning Katie who had been his secretary for a short while. She was a mere 21 years old. She had been 19 when they first met and the dirty bugger had done rather well in nabbing such a fine piece of ass. Firm policy had dictated that one of them had to leave, relationships with co-workers were not tolerated. So it made natural sense for Katie to leave since Frank had the better job. She very quickly got a job with another bank, their marriage blossomed and soon thereafter they got married.

Then, like most newly weds, they decided to buy the big expensive house in one of those middle class suburbs. They could not really afford it but, a couple of years ago, interest rates were low and the mortgage broker told them they should leverage themselves up, pay next to nothing on the interest and, if and when rates did go up, well they were both in jobs, their salaries would have gone up so there should be no problem in repaying the loan. Like so many others, they bought into this dream and they bought a large 5 bedroom house in the affluent town of Guildford, Surrey, home to many well paid bankers.

Alas 2007 was a very different place than 2005. Not only had interest rates rocketed up to eye watering levels, but the sub prime crisis and the subsequent credit crisis had caused a wave of redundancies across the financial sector in London. The once great titans of the financial world were now on their feet and there were cutbacks galore in London and it was not long before Katie lost her job. Then they fired a whole swath of managers at banks but luckily for Frank, he was one of the few who were spared. New managers arrived with an aggressive way of doing business. Failure was not tolerated and everyone had to prove themselves. Bonuses were ruthlessly cut and salaries frozen. And still rates rose and the Jones' found it increasingly difficult to meet their mortgage repayments, especially on one person's income.

Their financial situation had, like for many other Britons, got progressively worse and worse. It had got to the stage where Frank and Katie's savings had gone and they could no longer make ends meet. Something had to give. They could either sell their house, but in the current market they would get less than what they paid for (disaster) or alternatively they could fall in arrears and the bank would repossess. Also a disaster. The only option was to generate another income stream and that is where young Katie came in.

Katie desperately tried to find work but, with so many people with superior qualifications out there unemployed and looking for work, it was proving rather more difficult than she envisaged.

The problem for Katie was that her main asset was her body, and she was reluctant to utilise it. Indeed Katie could have easily been a model, well a glamour model at least since she was petit at 5 ft 4. Not only that, if she wanted to make real money she could easily have been a porn queen, her looks were so good (and filthy). She could have easily been mistaken for the Romanian porn Goddess, Jasmine Rogue. She was the image of her. Blonde, slim, beautiful angelic face, an ass of a 10 year old boy and the most sinful pair of tits imaginable - which were impossibly big for such a petit body. Those 34DD jugs never failed to go unnoticed by men who could not help but to stare at her young body.

And during the last 6 months of looking for work, some of the agencies had suggested modelling and implied that there was a considerable amount of money on offer if she stripped off her clothes and displayed her young, tight body to the paying public. A few had gone so far as to mention the large sums on offer for appearing in a porno film. She had of course always resisted. She was far too shy to display her body to anyone else other than her husband. When she got married, she had been a virgin. The only man who had ever seen her fully naked, with the lights on, was her husband. That would be until today.

And as for appearing in a porno film? Don't be silly. Respectable middle class married girls living in affluent Surrey did not appear in porno films. (Or so she thought).

However, today all that was going to change. And the instigator of poor Katie's change of heart? Well her husband, naturally.

Frank had become, a few years ago, a member of a very select, secretive photography club. He had been introduced to it by one of his co-workers. Their sole purpose was to indulge in their fantasy of taking pictures of young girls. They would ask them to dress up in various outfits, maybe as a schoolgirl, nurse, secretary or in just some skimpy revealing lingerie etc. Essentially whatever took their fancy. And in return the girls were paid a considerable some of money. And the money they got, got higher the more they exposed.

So, for instance, if a girl did not want to disclose her tits or pussy to the eager men, she would get a flat fee of £200 per session. She would dress up, reveal a little leg and cleavage and that would be it. Not bad for two hours work. However, revealing her tits, well that would cost an additional £100; her pussy a further £100 and, to reveal her anus, a whopping £150. So, in total, a girl could make in one two hour session £550 plus tips. Not bad. And many of the girl's were repeat performers, they would come back once or twice a week and, if they were going full on naked, they would clear at least £1,100 a week, cash in hand, no tax, thank you very much.

And where did all these glamorous girls come from? Well, the club would regularly advertise for them in various magazines and newspapers. They would ask for high class glamour models who were interested in making good money for some private work. Interested applicants were asked to send in a full picture of themselves plus their vital statistics to an anonymous address. If they looked like they had a body worthy of being photographed, they would be asked in for an interview by the chairman of the club. There was, of course, a careful vetting process since they only wanted girls of a certain "calibre" to participate -- i.e. they had to posses a body sufficient to fulfil what the men wanted. And there were no shortage of applicants. Schoolgirls wanting money to supplement their drink and drug habit; college girls paying their way though college; and last, but not least, hot horny young housewives who either fancied adding a little spice to their dull married life or needed money to put food on the table.

And it was the last category that the club liked the most, the forbidden flesh of a young wife who was revealing herself because they were desperate for the money. These type of women were rapidly on the increase as the economic situation deteriorated and they were the most willing and were prepared to reveal the most. They came back again and again as their inhibitions melted away and their bank balance swelled. All of them would never reveal to their husbands that they were models, most would claim that the money came from doing some other mundane job. And, crucially for the club, most of them eventually came to revel in revealing their body to men that were not their husband.

Initially, they would just want the £200 flat fee. They would just dress up in a sexy dress, maybe a short mini skirt which revealed their legs and they were always made to wear stockings, suspenders, suspender belt and a g-string. The skirts were always of a length that allowed the flesh above the stockings to be on display. They would first be asked to sit in a chair, cross their legs so the skirt would rise up their delicious thighs and the tabs of their stockings would be revealed. They would then be asked to undo a few buttons of their shirt so that there cleavage and tits (at that stage they would still be covered by a small lacy black bra) would be on display. Some would even agree to take the bra off, provided the shirt remained on. That made little difference to the cunning men since the shirt's they were made to wear were always made out of the thinnest, most transparent cotton imaginable and, under the glare of the camera lights, you could clearly make out the outline of their tit flesh.

If they enjoyed the basic session, almost all would return with a view of just doing the basic session again. But once the photographers had demonstrated an element of trust with the young ladies, the women would became more comfortable in their presence and on that second visit, which was always at night, a little wine would be served. They would be asked if, instead of making £200, they fancied making £300, for the same work. All they would have to do was show off their tits to a bunch of old middle age married men who were in it for a bit of fun. Why not, they would think and, before you knew it, they were opening up their blouse displaying their tits.

It was so easy that after that and showing off their arse and pussy became a mere formality. The men would ask them to raise their skirt to reveal their g-string. They always did. And it was the most skimpiest of g-strings that money could buy. The front would barely cover their married pussy, whilst the back consisted of just a piece of string. Their wonderful bottoms would be entirely on display to the flashing cameras.

Look, for another £100, take off your g-string and show us your pussy? We can pretty much see it already, they would say. That's true, the girl would think. She would probably be on her third glass of wine by then and off they would come. And then the piece de la resistance would be offered. £150 for turning round, spreading your legs, reach back and open up your lovely little bottom cheeks so we can see your anus. There, have you ever made an easier £150 in your life?

£550 for a two hours work well, that was enough to help pay the mortgage and stave off the creditors. And since the money was so good, within a week they would be back, and this time they would not hesitate. Within 5 minutes of the shoot, they were stripping off just to their stockings, suspenders and heels. Maybe they would be asked to put in a see-through teddy which allowed their tits to be clearly visible. They would then be asked to scoop them out, raise their teddy or to take off completely. Essentially they were quite happy to do whatever these men wanted and to reveal their tight gorgeous married bodies. Most were prepared to spread there legs and allow the men to intimately photograph their pussies, get on all fours, arch their back so their anus would be on display. They would be ordered to thrust their tits out and to suck on their own nipples in order for them to be hard and erect. All, without fail, obeyed.

But that was as far as it would go. None of the men touched the girls or, for that matter, was any type of sexual activity permitted, either performed by the girls on themselves or with any of the members of the club. That was strictly prohibited. In this club at least.

For there was another club, a club that Frank was not a member of. The Platinum Club. Membership to The Platinum Club was strictly invitational only. And it was far from easy to get an invite. From what Frank could gather, it appeared that the existing members had to be satisfied firstly that you were of sufficient standing in society -- i.e. they felt that you were, in whatever your chosen profession, of a high enough ranking. Frank was aware of generals in the army, judges, directors, chairman etc all being members of The Platinum Club. And secondly you had to be able to afford it.

You see, all the money paid to the girls came out of the pockets of the members of The Platinum Club. They seemed quite happy to subsidise the initial shoots and at first, when the junior members joined, their charity seemed hard to explain? Why would they be prepared to pay so much money just to see pictures of girls being photographed? But then a pattern would emerge. Girls would turn up for a maximum of three shoots only and then they would never be seen again by the junior members.

On the initial shoots, one Platinum Member only would be present. They were there to ensured that the strict rules of the junior club were adhered to. These supervising Platinum members were always one of four people (Jack was one) and they were regularly rotated, each supervising a different girl.

On the third, or sometimes second, shoot (depending how it had progressed) another Platinum Member would arrive to observe. Their identities were never revealed to the junior members. These men were always middle age or old, aloof, appeared to be rich and would never bother themselves by talking to the mere junior members. They would never take pictures and would just sit at the back of the room, smoking a cigar and having a glass of whisky, say very little and, it seemed, assess the girl. For what purpose, know one really knew.

After the shoot was finished they would, away from the junior members but with the supervising Platinum member, talk to the girl. After that, the girl would never be seen by the junior members again. It was obvious that she had either agreed to become a model for The Platinum Club or, if she had turned them down, was never invited back to the junior club. In a month or so time, another girl would emerge and the process would begin again. Basic shoot followed by stripping off, Platinum Member chat, disappearance of girl. Junior members would never know because Platinum members would never ever talk to them about the girl or what they had offered. Any time a junior member talked about The Platinum Club to a supervisor, they would be shot down and told to stay out of business that did not concern them.

Sometimes, and only sometimes, a junior member would disappear and it became apparent that they had been invited to The Platinum Club. A condition of membership seemed to be total cut off from junior members. And despite the friendships developed over the years, whatever The Platinum Club offered, it seemed to be worth it.

What was it that The Platinum Club offered? Junior members could only guess but it did not take a genius to work out that the girls were asked to step it up for the older, richer members. One assumed what they did was more explicit in nature and maybe even the veto on sexual activity was lifted. But despite Frank's best efforts, he could never be sure.

Frank was just happy to be a member of the junior club. Taking pictures of naked girls was great. When he got married he had initially lied to Katie about what he was up to, but in the end he told her the truth. She did not mind, so in love was she. And when she was convinced that he never touched the girls, she thought nothing more about his club.

That was of course until today, when she was outside the door of the studio which the junior members used. She had, despite her better judgment, been persuaded by Frank to model for the junior club. Frank had told her that after one basic shoot and two more of the revealing shoots, they would make £1,300. And with the inevitable new found confidence, she could maybe start a modelling career. It was perfect, Frank told her, he would always be there with her, nothing could happen to her, they would make some money and with the photos they took, put together a portfolio and she was off in her new career and their financial problems were solved!

And there was one more additional benefit for Frank. An oh so very very nice benefit. Of course, following the third shoot, when she was invited to the Platinum Club, before turning them down, she could find out more about what was offered. You see Frank had made it clear to his wife that for his little plan to work, no one at the shoot could know that she was his wife. That, for obvious reasons, was strictly forbidden. He knew that his little club was a mere feeder for the main event. If a wife ever got in, then the secret of what went on, and with whom, would be out. Whilst some of the junior members whom he went out with for a beer with knew he was married, he knew that no one had ever met Katie. Even his boss Jack had not met Katie, he did not even have a picture of her at work.

As such, the apparently clever Frank came up with his plan. First he sent in Katie's picture to a PO Box address in the magazine that the club used to advertise for girls. Since she stunningly beautiful, an initial interview was inevitable. And sure enough, a week or so later, an email came to Katie's account asking her for an interview at a bar. The result was a formality and she was invited to the shoot. A date was given and Frank ensured that he was registered that date to be one of the photographers. You see, only a maximum of four photographers, including the supervisor, were ever allowed at a shoot as you did not want to initially intimidate the poor girl.

Furthermore, Frank promised her that she would not have to do anything she did not want. If she felt it was getting out of hand, she could put a halt to proceedings. He assured her that if necessary, he could put a stop to things by telling the other guys to lay off. He even said he would disclose to everyone that she was his wife and rescue her, even if it meant that he would inevitably be thrown out of the club.

Katie agreed and that is how this poor, nervous, shy, beautiful wife found herself outside a modelling studio. Inside she knew that there were up to four men, one of whom was her husband, and she was expected to model a slutty outfit, of their choice, and show off as much of her body as possible. The more the better, in fact. She had never, in her young life, been more afraid than she was at that moment as her shaking hand went up to the door bell. For a moment she hesitated, then she made the fateful decision and pressed the button. Little did she know that from that moment, her life, and her husband's, would never be the same again...

After a minute or so, the door was opened and there was Jack, looking down on the innocent beauty. "Ah, Katie, we have been expecting you. Do come in. Come on in." Jack said, in his soft but commanding voice. Jack was around 50 years old, tall and in good shape. Having played lots of rugby in his youth he was very broad and muscular and, which through regular exercise today, meant he was still in good shape. Whilst he may have had the body of a 25r year old, alas the ageing process had caught up with him in other ways as his blonde hair had started to turn silver grey. His model's face was also looking a little warn but he was still strikingly hansom, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Katie.

As Katie greeted with him with a firm handshake, she looked up at his lovely blue eyes and his soft features and at that moment she felt a little weight being lifted off her shoulder and a little less nervous. She had expected it to be a bunch of old bearded, fat sweaty men perverted men (other than her Frank) who just wanted to ogle her body and would be slobbering all over themselves as they took pictures of her young innocent body.
But Jack was the total opposite of what she expecting. Here was a tall, good looking, well dressed gentleman who could easily pass for a kind uncle, or indeed her father, and who did not look like a sexual pervert at all. If only she knew.

Jack was actually a serial sexual predator of the worst kind and, as he very subtly put his hand on the small of her back, just above her delicious young bottom and led her to her fate, he marvelled at what a stunner this bitch was and how he was going to enjoy seducing her and turning her into a whore.

He looked down at what she was wearing. Most girls when they arrived the first time would dress conservatively, but this bitch was different. She was wearing a tight, small light blue denim micro mini which revealed both her arse and all of her legs to perfection. Up top she wore a tight orange t-shirt which accentuated her 34-DD tits to perfection. To finish it off, she wore 4 inch white heels which raised her bottom up even more.

As they walked down the corridor and approached the entrance of the studio, Jack, always the gentleman, ushered Katie in and, as he did, he allowed his hand to come off the small of her back ever so briefly and rested it, for no more than a second, on her firm young bottom. Katie thought it must have been a mistake. It was no mistake.

As Katie was ushered in she got another surprise. There was Frank, innocently playing with his camera, but there was only one other man. She had expected at least two, that was Frank had told her. And she had expected the men to be younger. She knew that Jack was a Platinum supervisor so he expected the other junior members to be younger.

The old man immediately, and confidently, went over and said, in a posh, upper class voice said, "Delighted to meet you, my dear, I am General Fred Jackson, but you can just call me General."

"Yes, hello, General." Katie nervously offered her hand and which Freddie greedily accepted.

"And this is Frank" said the General, as he introduced Katie to her husband. Somewhat nervous, and anxious not to slip up, both parties shook hands awkwardly, "Pleased to meet you, Katie." Frank said. Katie noted that he looked just a touch nervous. He had been so confident and blasé about the plan, she wondered what was the cause of the nerves? Was he getting second thoughts? Was he going to put an end to this?

Alas, no. The nerves were caused by the fact that Frank was the only junior member present. General Jackson was a Platinum member and it was unprecedented, in his 10 years of doing this, for there to be two Platinum members at an initial shoot. Also why was he the only junior member? Surely some others would have wanted to come and take pictures of Katie? It was all a little odd. When he arrived, he thought there was some mistake and he had inadvertently got the dates wrong and he was actually at a Platinum shoot. But Jack assured him there was no mistake and everything would be explained to him in due course. It was hardly reassuring but what could Frank do? Cancel and risk losing the money. Or allow the shoot to proceed and if anything was out of hand, he, or more probably his wife, would stop things.

He did not have much time to dwell on it before Katie arrived and now that she was here, he decided, rather nervously (and foolishly), to let events take their course. And they would, as the General started things off. "My dear, I think at the interview you met James, another one of my colleagues and he would have explained to you what we do here and how the fee structure works." The General was adopting a no-nonsense attitude in his approach to Katie, and it certainly made her feel like very much the subordinate and he the superior. "Now, do you want one of us to go through it all again for you before we begin?"

Katie looked up at him, like Jack, the General was tall, slim and well built. Both men, she noted, were a good 6 inches taller than her husband who was short at 5ft 6. But whereas Jack was handsome, there was a somewhat harsh look about the General. He looked at least 60 years old, had a stern features, black hair that was jelled back (and probably dyed) and a harshness that possibly came from years of service in the armed forces. But somehow, his evilness and sternness was attractive. "No, no need to explain again." Katie replied, in a sweet innocent sort of way. She dared not upset this man.

"Excellent so we will begin. I don't think we need to delay for a moment longer, so why don't you pop along into the room over there and get changed. You will find your outfit in there. Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you. Failure to do so will lead to a termination of our arrangement. Do you understand?"

"Yes, General", Victoria replied immediately . She was rapidly getting used to taking orders from these men, in particular the General. She seemed to like it and found it perfectly normal to be ordered around by old men in authority.

So, without looking at her husband, she walked straight past him towards her dressing room. As she did, all three men starred at her arse, marvelled at it and in particular the way it was so beautifully displayed in that ridiculously tight micro mini.

However, two of the men's thoughts were rather different than those of the other, her husband: they knew that it was only a matter of time before that bottom was revealed to them in all its glory and, at some point, they would spank, fuck and own it. Her bottom would very soon cease to be the sole preserve of her foolish husband...

"Well, we better get things ready." Jack said, as the young wife disappeared into the dressing room. "I am just going next door as I have a few things to do. I will leave you two to it." And Jack disappeared into a room directly opposite Katie's dressing room. Indeed, whenever a girl entered the dressing room, the Platinum supervisor would always disappear into the same room, claiming he had something to do. The junior members just used to put it down to laziness, so James was somewhat surprised that Jack had left him with the General to help. He would have thought he would have stayed, especially when it seemed that the General was a more senior member.

Frank had no time to dwell on this as the General started to bark orders, "Now come, let's get the lighting fixed..." and Frank started to prepare for his wife's first modelling shoot.

As Katie entered the room, she immediately noticed the clothes rail at the back with a few items hanging up and a few more folded on a nearby dresser. She walked over and looked at what she was being ordered to wear. Hanging up on the rail was a dark navy blazer, white cotton shirt, grey micro mini skirt and a tie. Katie then noticed that, folded on the dresser were a pair of black stockings, suspenders, suspender belt and g-string and a tiny lacy see through black bra which was clearly too small for her lovely big breasts and a pair of black heels. They were five inches high and were the highest heel she had ever seen.

Katie was being asked to dress up like a schoolgirl. No, she was being asked to dress up like a sevy slutty schoolgirl. Panic immediately set in. Frank had assured her that on the first sessions, girls were always asked to wear a sexy dress, but never anything more revealing or asked to dress in costume. He told her that the girls were never scarred off if they started things slowly and were more likely to return. And Katie had no reason to disagree since she had seen most of Frank's pictures, and the subsequent ones.

But she was being asked to skip a level and dress up like a young sexy schoolgirl. Katie was aware that her young, tight body in a schoolgirl's outfit would certainly appeal to old perverted men like the General. And possibly even the kind looking Jack. What was going on? And why was her pussy getting wet at the thought of dressing up and pleasing these old men?

Of course, she did not have to dress as instructed, but then she remembered the firm words of the General: "Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you". Her brain was telling her to walk out, tell them she had changed her mind and, if need be, argue it out with her husband afterwards. She came from a respectable home, her father a stockbroker, her mother a magistrate, she had lived an upper middle class existence but now she seemed prepared, at a drop of a hat, to become a glamour model, someone who modelled for the perverted pleasure of other men. Old men. Old perverted powerful men who could pay her a lot of money. It was almost a form or prostitution. She should storm out now, her brain was telling her. But sadly, her pussy was telling her something different. It was telling her to dress up like a sevy, naughty young schoolgirl and indulge the sick fantasies of the General and Jack.

So, still utterly confused by the turmoil going on with her emotions, Katie followed the instincts of her married pussy, which was soaking wet with fear and desire, and began to strip off and dress up like a schoolgirl...

Meanwhile, Jack had entered the adjoining room, pleased how things had gone so far. He was now in what was the supervisor's office and no junior member had ever been allowed in. And for a very good reason. For inside was the hub of the operation where much of the work of The Platinum Club was undertaken. It was a plush, well fitted room, with a nice red leather chesterfield couch at one end, coffee table, bar, TV, all the necessary furniture to make it a luxurious room suitable for entertainment. And it needed to be since this is where the girls were taken after their initial shoots and were asked to join the Platinum Club. He looked at the couch and wondered how many women had been fucked on it, or how many men had sat there whilst a young bitch was forced on her knees and ordered to suck a member off. You see, when they were asked to join, many were given a chance to perform some of the services that they would have to perform at a later date. It was remarkable how many of the horny bitches obliged, even at that early stage.

However, the room was not just for entertaining and pleasure, it was also for work for in the far corner was a large desk with a number of computers on it and on the opposite wall there were three large flat screens acting as monitors. Jack went over, sat in the plush leather chair and logged on. As he did, he picked up a Cuban Cohiba cigar, lit it up and leaned back and waited for the system to boot up.

Yes, he thought to himself, it was all going to plan, Frank's wife was as hot in the flesh as she was in the pictures and soon she would be theirs and there would be nothing her pitiful excuse of a husband could do to stop it.

Jack had found out that Katie was Frank's wife...

Unfortunately for Frank, his plan was perfect but for one fatal flaw. Whilst he was aware of the initial interviewing process that the girls went through, the one where a supervisor would meet the girl, check her suitability before the first shoot, Frank was, however, completely unaware of the private investigator who, immediately after the interview, was ordered to follow her. The PI was hired to investigate every girl to confirm her story -- i.e. she was who she said she was.

You see, some years back, maybe 20 years or so, when the club was in its infancy, they almost got caught out. The club had seduced and fucked a young wife who happened to be married to a prominent newspaper editor. This man wanted revenge. He wanted to expose the club who were still fucking his wife, name and shame its high profile members in his paper and put an end to its evil goings on. But he could not do it without proof. He could not ask his whore of a wife, so he decided to send in an undercover reporter. Luckily for the club, they got wind of the scam from the editor's wife who had overheard her husband talking about it and they were able to reject the girl even before the initial shoot. But it was a warning that did not go unheeded.

As such, each girl was carefully vetted. The PI would just follow her home, check she was who she said she was, a small report was prepared and job done. In 20 years only a handful of girls were ever rejected on the grounds of unsuitability (plenty on looks) and there was normally nothing sinister in it. Girl was either too young (16 years old were permitted but nothing younger) or she was married to a criminal (no need to incur the wrath of a psychopathic husband etc).

So of course when the young Katie was interviewed, it did not take long for the Platinum member do declare his interest and when she left, he indicated to the PI to follow her. He followed her home, noted her address, saw her kiss her husband at the door -- picture was taken of that -- husband's name discovered, report sent.

So when the interviewer received the report, he was somewhat surprised, to say the least, to discover that Katie was, in fact, the wife of a known member. She had told then that she was a bored housewife in need of little extra pocket money. This deception was immediately escalated to the upper echelons of the club and the elders had to make a decision. And that decision was, initially, to expel Frank and reject Katie. This was an act of betrayal since he was just after the money, their money, for he would never allow his wife to join The Platinum Club and to submit to their numerous acts of perverted debauchery. They were not there for junior member to defraud them. For the very senior members, it was a real shock since in all their years a member had never once presented his wife like this.

It was then that the General, who was on the executive committee, together with his good friend, Jack, formulated their cunning plan. It was presented to the committee and it was unanimously accepted. No one would ever again try and make a fool out of them.

And what was the plan? Quite simple, really: to seduce, abuse and fuck Frank's wife while he was forced to watch. They wanted him humiliated and destroyed as they would, in front of his eyes, take his beloved wife and turn her into their fuck toy.

Once the computers had finally booted up, Jack logged on. After a minute or so, he had remotely turned on a couple of dozen hidden cameras. Some were in Katie's dressing room, and some were in the main studio. The screens above then became alive. Each screen was then split up into a dozen small pictures, each reflecting a different camera. One screen was devoted to the studio where Frank and the General were busy preparing for the shoot. The other was of more interest, since it was Katie's dressing room. He was recording her whilst she stripped off.

A few more buttons were pressed and a live webcam was set up for members to access via their exclusive website. Each member could, by the click of a mouse, decide which camera, and as such which angle, they wanted to focus on. They were remotely able to enjoy Katie undressing remotely from the comfort of their home. In a short time, via cameras in the studio, they would be able to watch the photo shoot and all else that would follow. Brilliant.

As Jack puffed on his cigar, he looked up at the monitors. Obviously the one with Frank and the General was of no interest. The dressing room, however, was very much of interest. On a normal shoot, it was his favourite part, when the idiots next door were setting up and he was alone in here. He knew that they thought he was just in here having a cup of tea waiting letting them do all the work. In fact, he was getting a very exclusive sneak preview of the goods on offer.

He looked at the monitor with Katie and saw that she had already stripped off and was sitting on the stool by the dresser, rolling up one of the stockings. Her beautiful married tits were on display since she was yet to put on her bra. Jack hated the screen being split up into 12 small screens all with differing angles. It made him dizzy. So he decided to get a better view. In fact the best view in the house. Puffing on his cigar, he swivelled his chair around 180 degrees and looked at a huge picture on the wall. He then picked up a remote control and pointed it at it. In true James Bond fashion the picture then started to disappear under the wall as a result of some mechanical pulley. In its place was a big window. A window into Katie's dressing room. The perverted bastard had installed a two way mirror. And what Katie thought was a mirror, unbeknown to her, also acted as a window for Jack. He could look in and she would never know.

James leaned back in his chair, puffed on his cigar and withdrew his rock hard 11 inch cock and started to stroke it as he watched the poor wife dress for his pleasure.

Katie by now had rolled up both stockings and was attaching the suspenders to the suspender belt. She had stood up and was looking into the mirror (and looking into Jack). She already had on her heels so her body was wonderfully raised. Once she attached the stockings she looked at herself. God she looked great, she thought. She had rarely worn stockings and suspenders before, despite Frank's constant requests, but boy did she look good. She should wear them more often, she thought. Her hands then went up to her breasts and cupped them. She always admired her tits, the size of them were slightly abnormal for a girl of her size, but they looked great. Women were bitterly jealous of them whilst men were desperately transfixed by them. Only her husband had ever seen them naked, and now she felt that it was inevitable that she would be ordered to reveal them to the General Would she obey? She was terrified at the prospect. But her nipples had become rock hard at the prospect and her pussy was soaking wet. She pinched them and started to lick her lips. She was terrified but she also had a strange feeling of horny warmth which was flowing through her young body.

She still desperately wanted to run out of this place, having seen what she was being ordered to wear. But some strange force was keeping her here. Keeping her here at the whim of these old powerful men. As such, she stayed and conscience of not keeping the General and Jack waiting, she picked up the bra left for her and looked at it. She noticed was that it was made of a transparent lacy black material. Her tits would be clearly visible even whet she put it on. The other thing she noticed that was that it was very small. In fact it looked at least 3 sizes too small to contain her wonderful 34DD jugs. She then remembered that when she was interviewed, she had given them her exact measurements and was assured that the outfit chosen for her would accurately reflect this. It must have been a mistake. Or was it? Had they deliberately bought her a bra too small in order to accentuate her already considerable cleavage? To make sure her big married tits were ready to explode out from the confines of her small bra? She licked her lips at the devious tactics of these old perverts. She was beginning to understand that this was far from any normal photography club. When these men wanted something, they set out to get it. And she was, today, their prey. Again her brain told her to leave. But her pussy had taken over and she put on the bra.

Indeed it was a few sizes too small and as such she could barely get her tits into the cups. She found that, despite her best efforts, her nipples just kept poking out from the top of the bra and all the bra was doing was supporting the bottom of her tits, raising them up and offering addition (and unnecessary) support. She desperately tried to cover her tits, to preserve some modicum of dignity, but all that would happen was that with the slightest movement, they would spring out of her bra, leaving her big firm luscious mounds of tit flesh exposed when she was inevitably asked to open her shirt.

Her heart was now pounding away with fear. This was not what she had signed up for. Maybe she could wear her bra but once again she remembered the General's very explicit order - "Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you". She had no choice. She would have to dress like a slut for these men or walk away.
She stayed.

Next came the g-string. When she put it on, she found that the tiny black thong barely covered her pussy and, as she looked behind at herself in the mirror (presenting her married bottom to Jack next door) she saw that the tiny piece of string had disappeared between the valley of her beautiful buttock cheeks thus leaving her entire bottom on display. She had never worn a g-string for Frank before. She had always refused, claiming it was too uncomfortable. However, looking at herself now, she realised how beautiful she looked. She should have worn one before, she thought, but her husband was never strong enough to force her. But the General was. And now any thoughts of discomfort were strangely being replaced by a warm glow in her married pussy. Was this caused by the g-string or being forced by a couple of old powerful men to wear one? The answer was that it was a combination of both. And that thought scared her for she knew that she would, at the very least, be ordered to strip down to her lingerie and, as a result of the bra that was too small for her and a g-string that left nothing to the imagination, she would be displaying, to men whom she had never met until today, her tits and arse. That was never part of the agreement. And yet she was prepared to go through with it. Wasn't she? This was wrong, she should stop.

But she couldn't stop. A strange force was leading her down this dark, dangerous path. She said to herself that Frank was there to help. If it got out of hand, he would step in. But despite this logical thought, some strange fear persisted that all was not right...

She was right. All was not right and some of it was about to be revealed to her husband.

Frank, at that moment, was helping the General organise the studio. There was not much in there. There was a brown leather couch and a couple of chairs. The chairs were placed in front of the couch and the General, mysteriously took a white shoe box and carefully placed it on one of the chairs next to him. Frank wondered what was in it? But Frank did not have too much time to dwell on what might be in the mysterious white box as the General started to speak to Frank. The second part of The Platinum's Club plan of retribution was about to be set into motion. "Frank, you might be wondering why there are two senior member of The Platinum Club here today and not the usual three junior members?"

"Yes, well I was kind of wondering why? Jack did say it was alright for me to stay and all would be explained later..."

"Indeed we need you stay, you are an integral part of what is going to happen."

Frank was nervous. Did the General know about his plans? Was he about to expose him? If so, he had to get him and his wife out of here ASAP. He did not want to get her into harms way. "Err, what do you mean, General?" He asked, rather nervously.

The General looked at him with a stern face. The bastard will learn never to try and put one over them again he thought. "Well, you see Frank, the reason why you are alone with Jack and I..." Frank was frozen with fear, here it comes. "...is because we would like to invite you to become a full member of The Platinum Club."

"What!"

"Yes, my dear boy, Jack speaks very highly of you, you being a work colleague etc. and we feel that we could do with some young blood in the organisation. None of us are getting any younger -- ha ha -- and we feel like we could do with some fresh young blood in the group, you know, to keep the club ticking over, take over some of the more heavy work, so to speak."

Frank was stunned, and not a little honoured by the request. The Premier Club, an organisation of distinguished gentleman who would get together and pursue the pleasure of young women was inviting him to become a member. He would not be privy to all their secrets and find out exactly what went on. Mouth open in shock at the unexpected request, he temporarily forgot about pulling the little scam he was trying to pull off.

The General, ignoring Frank's look of disbelief continued, "And that is why we did not invite a junior member, because you see, dear chap, you are about to be revealed the secrets of what out little organisation does. Or well some of them at least, don't want to ruin all the fun now!"

"No, no of course not." Frank replied, eager to hear more. He expected the General just to tell him what they did and perhaps, at a later date, he would be invited to one of their secret gatherings. God, Katie needed to get her modelling career off the ground now, they are going to need all the money they could get in order for him to pursue the new pleasures on offer.

Naturally, the General had other ideas. "Well, I am not going to go into too much detail at this stage, suffice to say, just follow Jack and my lead today and you will, I am sure, get a small window onto what we do."

"Err, what do you mean?" Frank anxiously asked, aware that is was his wide here today and what were they going to do with her?

"Well, my dear chap, that young filly next door, Jack and I are convinced that following her initial interview, she is up for a whole lot more that what the initial session offers. Normally, when we introduce a new man to our organisation, it is with a seasoned bitch, one who has been in the organisation for a while, or perhaps a bitch who is ready to graduate from stage two to stage three.

"But this girl is different. Just look at what she was wearing when she arrived. It was the same when she was interviewed. Pure filth, I tell you. She is gagging for it." Frank, almost paralysed with fear, managed a faint nod and smile. It was he who suggested that she dress up that way, to impress them and make sure she got the part. He told her to do the same today, as the boys always appreciated a girl looking nice and the club tipped accordingly. But look how that strategy had backfired. "We are sure that the bitch is up for more than just a bit of basic modelling. We are convinced that she will be prepared to strip off for us, reveal everything and do a whole lot of other things that is normally reserved for the Platinum members."

"H-how can you be so convinced?" Frank, now frantic with fear, asked.

"Trust me, if she comes out dressed how we instructed, she is up for it. That is no usual 1st stage outfit in there. We have got a stage 3 schoolgirl's outfit. You know the one, when the bitch's wear next to nothing and reveal everything. If she puts that on, that will tell us everything we need to know. Then, after a while, we will ask her to move on from basic modelling and trust me, the bitch will do exactly what is required.

"You see, she is one of those bitch's who needs the money, her husband can't provide for them and they are struggling to pay their mortgage. Must be one of those pathetic types who has asked his wife to earn some money because he is unable to provide." Frank could not help but blush as the General summed him up. "But one man's loss is another man's gain, hey? And when we offer the kind of cash she has only ever dreamt of, she will do exactly what we say."

Frank had a look of horror on his face. The General could see that he was panicking. But Frank thought he had found a way out, without having to reveal the truth. "General, that sounds great, but you see, I am not sure whether I have that kind of money here, could we not just stick with the initial shoot, for now and then..."

"Don't worry, dear fellow", the General interrupted, reassuringly clapping him on the shoulders, "Money is always an issue with new members, that is why the first year is for free. Means that sometimes you don't get to participate as much as you would like, but you can't have everything, hey? Anyway, I understand from Jack, that a promotion should be in the offing at work, a new title with a lot more money. So in no time you will be able to afford everything on offer.

"Anyway, here comes Jack, you can discuss that later with him. How's she looking?" The General asked, as Jack came out, still smoking his cigar with a contented look on his face.

"She looks fucking great. As hot as we hoped."

"No issues with the outfit?"

"None, the bitch is wearing everything as ordered. She seems to love it!"

Frank was stunned, his mouth was still open with shock. Jack, smiling came over and offered his hand to Frank. Stunned, and almost in a state of trance, Frank took it is as Jack warmly shook it, "Congratulations, I take it the General has told you the good news, hence the look of surprise. Always the same when you finally get made up, hey General!"

"That's right, when you get to the land of milk & honey, always takes a while to get over."

"Err, yes, yes." Frank was ready to pull out of the whole thing. But he wanted to know one thing before he did, "You have been in her dressing room? But you came out of the other room? How do you know what she is wearing?"

Jack, smiled at him, and whispered, "Two-way, mirror. Fucking genius, I know. Why do you think I always go in there? Normally for a cup of tea and a wank as I watch these unsuspecting bitch's strip off and dress. And I tell you, we have one fucking whore in there. She loved what we had in there for her. Fucking unbelievable."

Frank could not believe what he was hearing. Two way mirror? These men were more ruthless than he had ever imagined. Spying on women without their consent. What other tricks did they have up their sleeves?

"Anyway, I am sure the General warned you, today, say nothing and just watch and learn. Sssh, here she comes..."

Frank was all set to put a stop to the madness but at that very moment Katie emerged from the dressing room. All the men stopped talking and looked at her, as she paused at the door, nervous at what kind of reaction she could expect. She needn't worry since she looked like every old man's perverted dream as she had dressed exactly as instructed. She had on 4 inch black heels, stockings and suspenders. The grey pleated micro mini skirt was, as with everything else, far too short. It barely covered her arse and when she walked, it flapped up, revealing the flesh above her stockings and her suspenders. She had also discovered in her dressing room that, if she was asked to bend forward ever so slightly, her naked arse was revealed. She had done this a few times in front of the mirror, leaning forward, trying to work out if there was any way to stop it from happening. There wasn't.

Up top, she wore a white cotton blouse, which had a couple of redeeming features: first it was clearly one size too small and, as such, her breasts were bursting for release. The buttons on the shirt looked like they would ping open at anytime. And secondly, it was made of a thin, transparent cotton material which made it a see-through shirt. When she had looked at herself in the mirror, she gasped in horror when she saw that, even with her shirt on, she would be revealing her married breasts to these men. Her only protection was the school blazer. That was the only part of the outfit that offered her any protection and therefore she knew that it be the first thing she was asked to take off. Followed by everything else, these men would stop at nothing to see her body, she thought. And unless her husband intervened, she would have no choice but to obey. She also had on a red and black school tie which nestled nicely between the valley of her big breasts.

To finish off the naughty schoolgirl look, she had tied her long blonder hair back into two pigtails and had removed all traces of makeup.

All the men just spent a few seconds starring at the vision of beauty presented to them. Frank who moments before had been ready to call a halt to this, starred in horror at what his wife was wearing. Surely she should have seen what they were asking to weak and walked out? He said that it was likely, in the first shoot, to be a cocktail dress. In his experience, only girls who wanted to progress to the third stage dressed like this. She was just at the first stage, why would she be prepared to dress like this when she had always claimed that she did not want to be a glamour model?

He was about to speak, when the General spoke. "Well done, my dear, it looks like you have followed your first order and dressed as instructed. And as a military man, I like people who follow my orders. So, come over here and let us begin the shoot"

Katie, rather nervously, and with a little hesitation, slowly walked over to where the General was standing. And as she did, despite her best efforts, her skirt flapped up down revealing to the greedy men the tops of her stockings and suspenders and the beginnings of her lovely arse.

Frank was speechless. It seemed like his wife wanted to go through with this. She had, as Jack had alluded to, agreed to dress like a slut. She could have stopped it, but here she was revealing her body like some common whore.

But he should stop things. Couldn't he? And as he was about to open his mouth and scream out "Stop!" it suddenly dawned on him that actually he couldn't anything. Like a cold knife cutting through his heart, with horror he realised that if he intervened, sure he would lose the money Katie would earn today. But he would lose more than that. A lot more. He stood to lose his promotion and, in all probability, his job. Jack would never tolerate being hoodwinked like this. He would be thrown out of the bank within days and then what? Finding another job in this market would be almost impossible. With both Katie and him without work, it would not be long before he lost his home, car, and then his wife. Katie would not want to hang around with a loser who had orchestrated his own downfall and led them to become homeless. A hot piece of totty like Katie could find another man in no time.

So Frank was helpless. He was waiting for Katie to do something.

And Katie was waiting for Frank to do something.

Katie had come to the conclusion that it was his duty to stop things. He had put her in this position, so he should step up and stop it, or take the consequences. This rather aggressive stance was born out of anger with Frank and also, more importantly, the itch in her pussy that was becoming ever stronger as she descended into this dark world.

As such, Katie found herself sleep walking towards her new Masters...

"What do you think of the outfit, my dear, a little too revealing for your tastes?" The General asked as Katie came to stand in front of the General. Even in her four inch heels, she looked tiny in comparison to the huge man who, arms folded, towered over her.

"Err, it is a little more revealing than I suspected and I was led to believe that I would be asked to wear something more conventional, like a dress..."

"Yes but I thought this was would be much more suitable for a girl like you. I even chose it myself." As he spoke, the General, unashamedly, eyed poor Katie up and down. The way he looked at her made the poor girl shiver with fear. "Now, I think we need to get started, so why don't you sit yourself on the couch. That's it make yourself nice and comfortable and we will get ourselves ready."

As ordered, Katie went and sat herself down and prepared for her first ever photo shoot. The excitement and tension was palpable in the room as everyone knew that Katie was, at the very least, about to reveal most of her body to these men. The General and Jack knew it because they were in absolute control of events. Her husband had been neutralised as a threat and Katie, having agreed to dress like this, would not resist revealing herself since so much of her young body was already on display to them. The time to resist was in the changing room, not now, when she sat before them.

Naturally Katie was more nervous than she had ever been in her young life. She once more looked at her husband, desperate for some sign that she should terminate the ordeal. But he steadfastly refused to look at her. She knew she would have to go through with whatever she was ordered to do and hope that Frank, at some point, would come to her rescue. And yet still, the same warm tingling sensation in her pussy would not go away. Did she want to strip off for these old men? No, was the answer again. But this nagging doubt, caused by the reaction below made her wonder if she did want to reveal her young married body...

As the men busied themselves with getting their cameras ready and making sure the lighting was just right, Katie desperately tried to make herself look a little more respectable. She found that however she sat, her small little grey mini skirt kept on riding up her young thighs revealing pretty much all the flesh above her stockings and her black suspender tabs. She just could not cover herself up. As such, she gave up, leant forward, folded her arms on her lap and waited for her fate.

It was not long before the General spoke once more. It was clear that he was in charge, the most senior of the three, and was going to direct proceedings. As he took pictures, like any good director, he needed to direct his subject. "That's lovely my dear, you look so sweet and innocent like that. Such a sweet, sexy little schoolgirl. Now, I want you to unfold your arms, cross your legs, and place your hands on your lap. That's it. No, don't worry about your skirt riding up your legs, we want to see as much flesh as possible. Good, good. Now, look into my camera, that's it, you are a sweet innocent schoolgirl. Now look down. Good, you look ever so innocent..." Click click click was all that was heard for half a minute or so as Katie adopted a relatively innocent pose. And Katie thought that it was not too bad, after all. If it was like this, maybe it would not be too bad.

She was never going to be so lucky.

"Now, take your jacket off, nice and slowly. Come, on don't be shy. That's it, nice and slowly." Click click click. "Just put it behind you. Good, yes you look lovely. Such a nice shirt, wouldn't you say. So tight, and well, revealing, the lighting seems to be bring out the best in you..." She knew what he meant. The shirt, at the best of times, would be revealing, but with the combination of the lighting and the shirt's transparent material, everyone could see Katie's tits hanging out of her tiny bra. "God, you look great." Click click click. "You have a great figure, young lady. I can't believe you have never modelled before..." Katie looked down at her breasts as the General spoke. She noticed how visible they would be to the men. And she saw how erect her nipples were. She blushed. "Look up at me. Good girl. You are a naughty schoolgirl who wants to be very naughty. So raise your skirt up so we can see more of your legs. Come on, don't be shy. Good girl, that's it, we can see all of your legs now. And look at the camera and be innocent. That's it, you are a natural." Click click click...

This went on for a couple of minutes, Katie just looking innocent and flashing her legs. But she knew that they would want her to step it up. And she did not have to wait too long.

"Now, unbutton your shirt so we can see your bra." The General now issued his first order which went beyond a first stage shoot. For by unbuttoning her bra, it was quite clear to everyone that her tits would clearly be on display. And for Katie, this would be the first time (knowingly) in her life that she would be revealing her big breasts to a man who was not her husband. Her strict conservative religious upbringing had taught her never to have sex before marriage, only sleep with a man who was your husband (she was a virgin on her wedding night) and never to be unfaithful. She was sure her parents would also have taught her not to display her body to two old men in a photo shoot. And yet here she was about to do just that and, the most extraordinary thing about all this was, that it was apparently with her husband's permission. That thought alone caused her nipples to become even harder and her pussy even wetter.
For now, Katie paused, and did not move. The cameras stopped clicking. No one said a word. She looked at her husband hoping for some kind of direction. But he could no longer do a thing. He was at the mercy of his wife who in turn was at the mercy of her husband. If both did nothing, there could be only one outcome: total obedience to the General.

As such, Katie's hands went to the top of her shirt and, ever so slowly, unbuttoned the first button. Then the second button was unbuttoned, much cleavage was now on display. Click click click. But then Katie stopped, and she looked at her husband, imploring him to help. But he could not for if he did, he would risk losing his job. She then looked at the General, who had an evil look of content on his face. "B-but, I don't think I can do this." She cried out. Frank was relieved, the end could not be far now.

"Why, not?" The General enquired. "It is just that if I unbutton my shirt anymore, well, a lot will be on display."

"What will be on display, my dear?"

Katie blushed, and looking down at her breasts, whispered, "My breasts will be on display. And that was never part of the agreement..."

"But we can see your breasts now, my dear. We can see you lovely tits already since you decided to put on the shirt I chose for you. Now, be a good girl, do what you are told, and show us your tits. Remember, there is £100 extra in it for you." Katie knew that the General was right. As soon as she had put on the shirt, she knew what would be expected of her since wearing a see-through shirt was tantamount, in these men's eyes, to being prepared to reveal all. And a big part of her wanted to reveal all. Her husband was doing nothing to protect her, so why not?

So, once more, her hands went to the top of her shirt and she started to undo the buttons which seemed to ping open as her big tit flesh was set free from the confines of her shit. A shirt that was patently too small to contain her massive chest. "Good, you don't need to undo all the buttons, that's enough. Just look into the camera, yes, look innocent. Good. Good. Lick your lips, remember you are a naughty schoolgirl stripping off. That's it. Now, open the folds of your shirt and show me your big tits. Come on, don't make me ask you again. Good good, that's it open your shirt. Yes, I can see your tits. God they do look big. How big are they? They must be a DD at least." Click click click. "Now move your bra down so we can see all of your tits. That's it, my God your nipples are big. Now cup them in your hands... Good, you are a natural. Look down at them as you play with them... That's it, look at me as you play with your big tits. That's it, look at me you naughty little girl. Play with those big tits of yours. Pinch the nipples. Squeeze them hard, lick your lips...yes I knew you would be good at this, you look so filthy...

"Now spread your legs, spread them as wide as you can." Katie was in a daze now. She was playing with her tits and nipples which caused a surge of hot feeling throughout her young body. Clearly exposing herself to these old men was having a pevrse reaction in her. As such, she agreed to spread her legs without hesitation or question. Something she would never have contemplated doing just a few minutes ago. "That's it, spread them, you naughty bitch..."

The General, for the first time that day, called her a "bitch" and Katie opened her mouth in shock. But she still spread her legs, indeed being called a bitch made her spread them even wider. She knew that as she did, her panties would be on view. But that did not matter. She was a bitch and the General was becoming a man who she could not refuse. He was effectively becoming her Master and she his bitch...

The General and Jack happily clicked away, delighted with Katie's performance and her complete acceptance of her fate. She was responding to every one of their orders. It was all proceeding to plan.

Frank, paralysed from doing anything to stop it, naturally, felt helpless as his wife, with every order, was forced to reveal more and more. Things had developed quickly. If he stopped it now, and revealed to everyone that he was Katie's husband, not only would they lose out on today's money and be kicked out of the club -- losses he could bear -- there would be much more serious repercussions to deal with. There was a promotion with a better title and money. That could not be easily ignored. If he revealed his hand, that promotion, which was at the behest of Jack, would almost certainly be gone. And there would be a good chance he would lose his job. Jack would not take kindly to this level of deception.

She may well have been waiting for him to stop things. But he couldn't. And he still did not know how far the General wanted to take things. By the sound of things the General was looking for Katie to do things that were above and beyond anything the junior club were privy to. But surely Katie would stop it before it got to that stage... Wouldn't she?

"Now, stand up, turn around and place you hands on the back of the couch. I want to see your arse..." And this time Katie did not hesitate, as she had done when ordered to reveal her tits. In fact she was starting to enjoy being a submissive. "Good. Spread your legs and thrust your bottom out to me. Good! Good! You have a wonderful arse, yes, yes I can see it all you delightful bitch..." The General choice of skirt was very astute since it was so small, so just by bending over and spreading her legs, all of her bottom was revealed.

And of course the pose that Katie was being forced to adopt, in addition to revealing her arse, it allowed her big married tits to hang heavily down, clearly visible to all the men. She looked every bit a dirty man's dream. "Look back at me, open your mouth in surprise. Come on, look horny, you dirty bitch. That's it, you are a dirty schoolgirl bitch who is stripping of for a couple of dirty old men. And you love it, don't you? Don't you. Lick your lips. Play with your tits. Good, bitch, good..."

More pictures were taken and then, all of a sudden, the General stopped. He put his camera down and calmly walked over to Katie. "I don't think things are quite right" he said, as he got to the young wife, who had remained leaning against the couch, legs spread, bottom thrust out as ordered. The General then placed his hand on her arse and, in the pretence of moving her skirt further out of the way started to molest her young cheeks. This was an unexpected unauthorised invasion of Katie's young person and she let out a scream. "Ooooh, General, what, what are you doing?" She cried out, in genuine fear. This was not part of the script, she thought.

"Quiet, bitch, I just need to make sure you are 100% prepared for the shoot. Stay as you are." He then continued to stoke her bottom, savouring how firm and smooth her bottom cheeks were.

And then, with the arrogance and confidence which only came to a man who was fully in control of events, taking both hands, he reached under and cusped her big married tits. "I just need to be sure these are fully out of your bra, yes, yes, I think they are now." This was all rubbish of course, as the General was just using this as an excuse to play with her breasts. "God you have big tits. Tell me, how big are they?"

"G-General, p-please. I did not agree to this. P-Please..."

"Tell me" growled the General as he pinched her nipples, causing a groan of delight from the reluctant bitch.

And as he leant over to molest her big hanging mamaries, his groin thrust up against her young bottom and Katie could feel the hardness of his big dick. God it felt huge, she thought, much bigger then her husband's. And the feel of such a big powerful weapon up against her young defenceless bottom cheeks, together with the rough treatment of her breasts made her answer the General's question honestly, "Oh General, they are 34-DD. My tits are size 34-DD. P-please, I am married, stop..."

And he did. To the surprise of both Frank and Katie. "Yes, they certainly feel big and succulent. You will get another £50 for that. Now, where were we..." And, with all the nonchalance of a man who was buying a pair of shoes, the General returned to his camera to take few more pictures.

But it was not long before the General stepped things up once more. Katie was being given no chance to settle. Things were developing quickly and with each new stage, she was being asked to commit more of herself to the General's perverse wishes. "I still don't think we have captured the essence of the shoot." He said, turning to both Jack and Frank as he spoke. "She is supposed to be a naughty school girl and yet I still think we are missing something.

"Jack, Frank, continue with the shoot, I think I know what is missing." The General then calmly walked over to Katie who was still leaning up against the couch, legs spread and botton thrust out to her eager audience. He moved to the side of her bottom and, without any warning, he moved his arm back and spanked her bottom.

"What! Stop. You can't do that!" Katie screamed, truly horrified at what the General was doing to her young innocent bottom.

Katie had never been spanked before and any normal wife, placed in such a position, would turn around, protest at this grotesque violation of her young person and walk off to preserve whatever dignity she had left.

But Katie, remarkably it would seem, remained exactly in the position she had been ordered in, legs spread and bottom thrust out. Despite being punished, she was still reluctant to do anything other than do what the General had ordered. Instead she tried to plead to the General to stop. Naturally the General ignored her and, noting how submissive she was (he had expected more of a reaction) he just spanked the other cheek. "Please! Stop, it hurts. "Oh! Oh! Oh! P-Please, be gentle it hurts. Stop..."

"Quiet, bitch, all naughty schoolgirls need their bottoms spanked. And you are no different". Spank. Spank. Spank. "Chaps, zoom in on her bottom. Look how red it is getting." For a minute or so nothing more was heard other than the sound of a firm hand on crisp young bottom flesh. Kate could not believe that she and her husband were allowing this to happen. She was a married woman but was allowing another man to spank her. And in front of her compliant husband. And the most sickening thing about this whole disgusting episode was that she was beginning to enjoy it...

Unfortunately for Katie, it would seem that being dominated and forced to present her young body to dominant old men who would treat her like sh!t and who would punish her at their whim was causing her to feel more and more like a horny whore. She had never in her young life felt so good and her pussy had never felt so wet. Submission was clearly something she enjoyed. She had just not yet met a man strong enough to dominant her like the bitch whore she so obviously needed to be. "Oh, Oh, Oh..." was all she could say now as a warm glow of pain spread through her punished, defenceless, married cheeks.

"You are a good bitch, you need to be spanked, don't you?"

"P-please, stop."

"No, not until you admit to us all that you are a naughty little bitch who needs her bottom spanked."

"N-no, I don't, please, stop..."

"Admit it bitch" and to emphasise his point, a volley of vicious, cruel spanks rained down on the poor wife's cheeks. "Admit it, bitch!"

"Yes, yes. I am a naughty bitch who needs her bottom spanked. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Katie cried out as she spoke the truth. "Spank me harder, spank me... She could not help it. She did not mean for it to come out like that but the spanking, the General's dominance and all that flowed from that made her speak the truth.

On hearing this the General stopped as suddenly as he had started and looked back at Jack and Frank. Jack was happily taking pictures, whereas Frank was frozen at the spot, horrified at what was transpiring with his wife. He smiled at them both "I think we are making progress, gentleman, I think we are making progress." He may have been addressing both of them, but in reality he was only speaking to Frank.

He then turned back towards Katie and, looking down at her inflamed bottom, he started to gently stroke it, savouring how red and hot it had become and then, with the other hand, he reached under her and started to fondle her exposed big tits. "Yes, yes, bitch, you will do what I tell you. You are no longer the property of your husband, do you understand me, bitch?" Katie said nothing other than moan. This was madness, she thought, why didn't Frank stop things? She was his wife, and yet he was allowing her to fall under this evil man's control. Say something! Say something! She screamed to herself, as the General's caressing made it harder and harder for her to resist. She was, ever so surely, falling under his spell...

Of course Frank could do nothing but watch as his wife was taken from him. Events had spiralled out of control and he was now in a place where no man would want to be. A place where his wife was being sexually abused and he was powerless to stop for if he did, he would lose everything. But why didn't Katie stop it?

The reason why Katie didn't stop it was that she was beginning to enjoy being a submissive bitch for these cruel vicious men. Men who would dominate her and abuse her at will and the sad reality was that it had nothing to do with Frank's inaction. She now wanted this to happen and it occurred to her that she had always been a submissive bitch but a kind man like Frank could never bring that out in her. But the General and Jack could.

"Do you understand me, Katie? I thought I had made it clear that I would not tolerate disobedience..." And to emphasise his point, he started to spank her again.

"Oh! Oh! P-please, it hurts... Yes, I understand, you, I will do exactly what you tell me to do. Oh General, please be gentle with my poor bottom. Oh! Oh! Oh!..."

"Good. Good." And then the General stopped spanking her and he moved back to where Jack was, he at least was still taking pictures. Frank was still frozen in utter disbelief at what was happening to his wife. The General then looked at Frank and, rather smugly asked, "Are you enjoying it so far? All a bit of a shock I know, but I told you the bitch was up for a lot more." He then walked over, and, clapping him on the back, said, "And there is so much more to come. So much more. We have not even got started with this bitch yet..." The General revelled in the way he spoke about Frank's wife and the way it humiliated him. Frank just nodded his dead, still too shell shocked to speak.

"Ok, I think we are going to move on to the filming part of the proceedings." Katie had still remained in her position and not moved a muscle. "Katie, you can get up now and turn around." Katie did as instructed. As she turned around, her shirt was still open and her big tits were still exposed, hanging out of her bra, red with the rough mauling they had received. Her skirt fell down over her inflamed buttocks, but it did a useless job in covering them up. As she clasped her hands in front of her and demurely looked down, she made her mind up. In the absence of any intervention by her husband, she was going to have to do exactly what the General ordered. She was in no position to resist. The General was dominating her in a way that made it impossible to refuse his requests. She would just have to become his bitch...

The General sat himself down in a leather seat, several feet away from Katie who was now standing in front of him. He had lit himself a cigar and was pouring himself a glass of brandy. It seemed like the hard work of taming the bitch was done and now he could properly enjoy things. Jack had meanwhile replaced his camera for a handheld video camera and had started to film Katie.

The General spoke once more and adopted a kind uncle approach rather then the aggressive dominant of a few minutes previous. "My dear, so far you have done well. Better than I thought, to be honest. And you have already earned yourself £500. Not bad for a few minutes work, even if I say so myself. But as you can see, we are going to step things up now. You see, Jack and I want to make a little film of you and for that, we are going to pay you a large sum of money. Are you happy with this?"

"What, what film? What will I be doing?"

"It is going to be a film of you playing with yourself. You are going to be a naughty little schoolgirl, who is forced by her evil headmaster (i.e. me) to play with herself with a couple of dildos"

Katie said nothing other than look down at the floor. Still her husband had not intervened and that could only mean one thing -- he wanted her to go through with this. And yet despite the obvious revulsion she should have felt, she too wanted to go through with it! She wanted to do these disgusting acts for these wicked men, notwithstanding her husband's views. In fact, he was rapidly becoming an irrelevance in the proceedings. The only men of interest were the General and Jack. For they were her Masters now...

Looking up, bright red, she replied, innocently and quietly, " I have never used one of those things before..."

"What things Katie? What have you never used before?" The General was taking great delight in mentally abusing the young wife.

Looking down in utter humiliation she replied, "A dildo. I have never used a dildo before, sir."

The General laughed, this was making great viewing he thought. Jack was filming this and they already had a live feed to all their members who were, no doubt, glued in to today's proceedings. "Well you are going to use one for us, aren't you?"

"Yes." She whispered. She had no choice, she thought.

"Good, and don't worry, for this film you are going to get paid £1,000. £1,000 Katie for behaving like a whore! And you want to behave like a whore for me, don't you?"

"Yes, General, I want to be your whore."

"Excellent my dear! Excellent! My, I don't think in all my years of doing this, I have come across quite a bitch such as yourself.

"Well, there is no time to waste so we might as well get begin. Now button yourself up. Don't worry, you will be exposing your tits again very soon. I know how much you want to expose them to me. That's it, adjust your tie. Good. I am just going to put on this jacket and tie. I need to look the part of an old headmaster. There we go..."

Once the General had put on a jacket and tie, which had been conveniently left for him on the back of his chair, he was ready to proceed. "Now, for the purposes of this film, it is a very simple story line. As I said, I will be playing the part of your headmaster and you are a naughty schoolgirl who has come into my office after being caught playing with yourself. You will do exactly as I order. When I ask you questions, it will be as if you are a schoolgirl and I expect your replies to be tailored as such. You will always address me as "Sir" for the purposes of the film. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now, when I call "action" I want you to walk in and sit yourself down on the couch. You can ad lib your lines but just remember, you will do exactly what I say and that you are playing the part of a schoolgirl. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand. I will do exactly what you order and I will behave as a naughty schoolgirl would."

Whilst the General was barking orders at the poor girl, Jack had placed a white shoebox on the couch. He then returned to stand behind the General's seat and continued filming.

"Now, "action!"" Katie walked over to the couch and sat down. She looked utterly terrified as she did so but this only made her look even more believable as a naughty schoolgirl. As she sunk into the deep leather couch, her tiny skirt rose up her legs to once more reveal the tops of her thighs above her stockings and her black suspender tabs. She nervously looked down, licking her lips in anticipation and nervously awaited the "Headmaster's" next order. .
The General waited for a few moments before speaking.

"Katie, you have been a very naughty girl, haven't you?"

Katie looked up at the General, her sweet face looking ever so nervous. "Yes, Sir, I have been a naughty girl."

"Why have you been naughty Katie? Why are you here in my study today?"

"Because I was caught playing with myself, Sir." As she uttered the words, poor Katie's face went red with embarrassment.

"Yes, Katie, you were caught playing with yourself. You were caught abusing your young innocent body. And how were you playing with yourself, Katie? Tell me!"

Still looking down and, refusing to look up at the General, she replied, "I was using a dildo to play with myself, Sir."

The General allowed this to hang in the air for a several moments, it added to the tension in the room and it played out beautifully on camera.

"Yes, Katie, you were caught abusing your virginal and bottom with a dildo. Behaviour which is unacceptable in a school such as ours. We pride ourselves on producing students who will become outstanding members of society. Not dirty whores who takes pleasure in abusing themselves. I am afraid my dear, that you will need to be punished. And you will need to be punished hard. Otherwise I will have to expel you."

"Yes, Sir, I need to be punished." Katie whispered, almost believing it herself.

"And how do you think a naughty schoolgirl such as yourself should be punished?"

Katie knew exactly how the General wanted to punish her. And she was not going to disappoint him. Looking up for the first time since filming began, she licked her red lips and replied, "Sir, I think a naughty schoolgirl should have her bottom spanked."

The General smiled. "Yes, Katie, a naughty schoolgirl should have her bottom spanked. Now come over to me, place yourself over my lap and then I am going to spank your naughty little bottom."

Katie stood up and slowly walked over to the General. Her little skirt flapped up down. Her big breasts heaved in her tight white shirt. She was oblivious to everything, including her pitiful husband and was focussing solely on the General's lap and the inevitable spanking that would follow. When she got to him, she stopped and looked down. She could already make out the outlines of what appeared to be an enormous erection. She wondered whether a naughty schoolgirl would be also forced to serve her headmaster's cock? She licked her lips at the prospect.

She then carefully positioned herself as the General had ordered. She lowered herself over the General's groin causing her lovely little bottom to be perfectly placed in a position where he could administer some well deserved spanks. She also immediately felt the hardness of the General's cock. It felt very hard and very big. Her body was the cause of this and inside she realised that, in all likelihood, her body would have to relieve him of his hardness.

The General looked down at the lovely little bottom that was being presented to him. It was still just about covered with her red and black checked micro mini, although the tops of her suspenders were on show. He was panting in excitement, rarely had the he come across such a compliant bitch. He was stunned by her willingness to submit to his demands, notwithstanding the presence of her husband or the fact that she had only just met him. Such bitch's were a rare breed indeed and to be savoured and enjoyed without any delay.

So, without any further ado, he calmly flipped up her little skirt to reveal her bottom. Katie still wore her g-string, which was useless in protecting her vulnerable cheeks. The General looked down and then placed his old worn out hand on one of her tender naked cheeks. With tenderness that was unfitting for the occasion, he gently caressed each cheek savouring how firm, pert and smooth they were. Only a girl as young as Katie could have cheeks of such supple firmness and beauty, he mused.

"You have a beautiful bottom, my dear." The General growled. He really was taken in by her beauty.

"Thank you, Sir."

"You should not allow your bottom to be abused by anyone who does not appreciate it."

"No, Sir. I won't."

"I do, however, appreciate it and, as such, am best placed to punish it. I am also able to tame naughty girls who clearly have uncontrollable desires which need to be sated by those who know best."

"Yes, Sir. P-please punish my bottom. I am a naughty girl and I deserve to be punished."

"Yes, bitch, you do. You do." The General was now speaking in a low, husky voice. He was obviously affected by Katie's beauty and her undeniable willingness to partake in his sordid fantasy. And now he wanted to take full advantage of it. He pulled his hand back and then cruelly spanked one of Katie's young cheeks.

"Ouch, oh Sir!"

"Quiet bitch, take you punishment!" The General then spanked the other cheek. "You deserve it, don't you bitch. You are a naughty little schoolgirl who needs to have her bottom spanked don't you?"

"Oh, Sir, yes Sir. Spank my bottom! Punish me! Ooh, Sir, that hurts..." Once more, Katie felt a strange surge of feelings cursing through her young body as she started to enjoy being punished. She never, in her wildest fantasies, thought that the feel of an old man's big hand on her delicate young bottom could arouse in her such strong sexual emotions. What did this make her, she wondered? And, more pertinently, what did her husband make of her submitting so willingly to the General? "Oh Sir, my bottom is so sore, you are punishing it too hard. Oh Sir, please be gentle, I am just a schoolgirl. I don't know if you should be doing this... ooh sir!"

"Quiet, my dear. A headmaster needs to punish a wilful girl's little bottom when they are naughty. Yes! Yes! Your bottom is turning a delightful shade of red. Oh, my it is so warm..." The General had ceased spanking her and was now just stroking her inflamed flesh which had turned bright red. He was marvelling how warm and abused her flesh was. Then, ever so slightly, his hand found its way to her pussy. Her married pussy. It was barely covered by her g-string so it did not take too much effort to get to it. And when he did, he found it to be soaking wet. "Oh, my dear, it would seem that you have been enjoying my spanking a little too much."

Katie should have been horrified by this invasion on her person. But she was past caring. This man could do what he wanted to her and she would not stop him, even if she could. "Oh, Sir, you should not be doing this. You should not be playing with my pussy. Ooh, Sir, this is wrong, stop, ooh, Sir..."

The General was now gently massaging her clit. She was soaking wet as a result and her bottom was grinding down on his pants in desire. She was close to cumming, that much was clear. But the General did not want the bitch to cum, not yet at least.

"Katie, I want you to now stand up and go over to the couch. I then want you, with your back to me, to remove your g-sting and then take out the smaller of the two dildos that are in the white box. I will then give you further instructions." Katie said nothing, other than remove herself from the General's lap and stand up disappointed that he had stopped playing with her wet pussy.

Katie then turned around so she was looking down at the General and, appearing shy and nervous, (all a genuine reaction) said, "Sir, I shouldn't be doing this, I am just a schoolgirl. This is not right..." She then looked over at her pathetic husband who said nothing. His mouth was open in shock and bewilderment at the unfolding nightmare being played out in front of him. She figured that he had left it to her to decide what was best. In which case, Katie happily placed herself in the hands of the General and his evil machinations.

"Katie, you will do what I tell you. You now know what happens to naughty schoolgirls. Unless of course you want me to cane you to convince you further?" Katie shuddered at the thought of a cane being mercilessly applied to her now raw bottom. However, she also had a strange desire to find out what it would be like to be punished in such a fashion. That, however, could wait. For now she needed to fuck herself with a dildo.

So, licking her lips she replied, "Yes, Sir, I will do what you tell me to do."

Indeed both the General and Katie were now no longer really in character. They were talking like they both meant it, especially poor Katie who was speaking the truth, rather than what her supposed character would say. She wanted to be dominated by the General and nothing that she, or more importantly her husband, could do would prevent the inevitable from happening.

And with that, Katie, as ordered, walked over to the couch which still had on it the white shoe box which she now knew contained the dildos. She then, very slowly began to remove her g-string. She figured the best way to please the General would be to keep her legs straight as she slid the g-string down her slim lovely legs. That would give him a perfect view of her arse and pussy. When she had taken it off, she left it on the floor, she had not been told what to do with is so felt it was best left there. She then picked up the white box and opened it. Inside were two d!ildos, one big, at least 10 inches in length and another, relatively small. The small one had a round base and then a cone like shaped instrument protruding out of it. It was in face a butt plug. She picked it up and turned around to once more face the General and the cameras.

"Do you know what that is, Katie?"

"No, Sir."

"It is a butt plug, designed specifically for your bottom. You see, you are going to abuse your bottom for me, young lady. I want you punished properly and only by feeling something go up your bottom will you understand the true meaning of pain."

Katie was truly horrified. She had never allowed anything to go up her bottom before. Frank had once asked her whether he could fuck her there, but she had given him short shrift. But now the General was asking her to do this disgusting act. On camera too. It was madness but she knew it was pointless to argue. She was his bitch, and he her Master...

"Yes, sir." "Good, why don't you give it a good lick first. That's it, suck it all the way down your mouth, you dirty bitch!. Give it a good suck. In time, you will learn to suck other things, and I can see you are going to be a good sucker." Katie was slobbering all over the dildo, making sure it was well lubricated if this was going to go up her bottom. "Good. Now that you have got it all wet, I want you to get on to the couch, get on all fours and thrust your bottom out for me. I am going to have the privilege of putting the dildo in your arse."

Once Katie had got into the required position, the General got up and walked over to Katie. "Suck the dildo, you naughty little bitch. Get it nice and wet for me." Jack then walked over to stand in front of Katie and filmed her sucking on the dildo. Poor Frank remained where he was at the back if the room. He felt that it was inappropriate for him to be with these men whilst they were abusing his wife. "That's it, now give the dildo to me. Now, this is going to hurt, but you need to fight it. There, I am just going to insert the tip into your bottom. Oh my, it is tight, clearly nothing has gone up there before."

"Ouch! Oh Sir, please take it out. It hurts, oh it hurts..."

The General in response just inserted another couple of inches as Jack came around and started to film her bottom. "There you go my dear, you are taking a dildo in your arse" as the general managed to get all of the butt plug into the girl's tight young bottom.

Once in, the General moved out of the way to allow Jack a clear view of Katie's perfect round bottom, lovingly framed by black suspenders and with a dildo firmly inserted inside. Stoically, Katie remained where she was, despite her feelings of intense pain. She knew that it was her duty to make sure her bottom was raised for these men, despite the abuse it was getting. As Jack filmed away, both men knew what a wonderful spectacle this made for the Platinum Club members who were getting a live feed of events online. Like the General and Jack, they would all have been amazed by the ease and speed with which this bitch had submitted. Most girls took at least two trips before they allowed their bodies to be taken over. But this bitch had succumb within the hour. And all in front of her husband. Remarkable.

A minute passed when there was just silence. The only activity was Jack filming her bottom and the heavy breathing coming from Katie as she tried to contain the dildo in her arse. Finally, the General spoke, "I don't think things are still quite right." And with that, he moved over to Katie and stood right behind her bottom. Then he leaned over and grabbed the folds of her shirt and, with a little violence, he ripped it open causing the poor girl's beautiful young breasts to once more be released free.

"Oh, Sir, what are you doing?"

"I am freeing your delicious schoolgirl breasts, my dear. Don't you think that a naughty schoolgirl should display to her headmaster her lovely breasts?"

"Oh Sir, yes Sir. It is so naughty. But I really shouldn't be doing this. I really shouldn't allow you to spank my bottom, put a dildo up my arse and release my big teenage breasts. Oh Sir, it is so naughty. You are so wicked!"

"Yes, my dear, but it is what you want, isn't it?" The General asked, as he cupped her big breasts in his old, rough hands and started to roughly maul them and to tweak her big erect nipples.

"Sir, yes Sir. I am a naughty schoolgirl and I will do whatever you tell me to do. Even though I know you are taking cruel advantage of my young body.

"But Sir, please let me take this dildo out of my poor bottom. It hurts, Sir. It hurts a lot. I have never had anything put up my bottom..."

"Of course you haven't, but I don't want you to take it out just yet. In time you will appreciate the delights of having things shoved up your tight arse. A young girl needs to appreciate the pleasure that a tight bottom can afford a man.

"But before come to that, I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo. So, be a good girl, reach behind you and fuck yourself."

Obediently and without any hesitation, Katie's left hand very slowly reached back towards her abused arse. Despite the pain cursing through her young body, she was also now beginning to feel a new a sensation, one of pleasure. She never would have thought it possible but something big in her bottom was causing her to feel like a turned on whore. The thought that she was allowing her bottom to be abused by a couple of old men was bringing her close to an orgasm.

Panting out loud, both from fear and desire, she reached back with her trembling hand and grabbed hold of the handle protruding out of her bottom. Ever so slowly, she then removed the dildo from her arse until just the tip remained inside and then slowly reinserted it. "Oooh, Sir, that feels so big. Ooh, my bottom feels so full up. Oooh, Sir..." And Katie once more moved the dildo out of her arse and then reinserted it. But this time, she did it a little bit quicker.

"Tell, me Katie, how does it feel to fuck yourself, in the arse, with a dildo?"

"Oh! Oh! Oh Sir, it feels so dirty. It feels so naughty. I shouldn't be doing this, Sir. You should not make me do this. Oh Sir!"

"Katie, fuck yourself harder. I want you fuck yourself until it hurts."

"Yes, Sir. Oh Sir that hurts, it hurts, oh Sir, I am fucking myself with a big dildo. I am fucking myself in my little bottom. Oh! Oh! Oh! It feels good, it feels good..."

The General then allowed Katie a few moments to fuck her arse. The panting was getting louder and louder and it was clear that the bitch was enjoying herself.

But it was not too long before the General wanted the depravity stakes taken up a notch or two. "Katie, I want you now to remove the dildo from your arse. I know you are enjoying yourself, but I want you to give the dildo a nice long suck. I want you to taste your bottom, you naughty bitch."

"Oh Sir, that is so naughty. I don't know whether I can do something so dirty." Katie replied, but this was all just an act as, whilst feigning reluctance, she had removed the dildo from her bottom and was moving it over towards her open panting mouth. She then stopped and took a long look at the dildo. She realised that was about to taste her bottom. It was disgusting. But that was not going to stop her. As she contemplated what she was about to do, this gave an opportunity for the General and Jack to move over to stand in front of her and to look down at her panting face. They said nothing. She just looked up at them. No words were necessary, she knew what was expected. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and allowed the dirty dildo to enter her once innocent mouth. She sucked it long and hard, savouring the tangy taste of her bottom. She sucked it all, making sure every last bit of dildo was cleaned up by her slobbering mouth.

Once she was satisfied that she had sucked it enough, without any prompting, she put it back up her tight bottom but this time it entered a lot easier that before and, as it moved up her tight canal, Katie groaned with delight. "Oh! Oh! Oh, that is so good! It feels so big in my schoolgirl bottom."

The men looked down in delight at the compliant bitch. Her mouth was open, panting with desire and her big tits shook every time she moved the dildo in and out. She looked up to the men, her eyes never once stopped looking at the General's smiling face. The General saw that she had that dutiful submissive look that they had seen on many a bitch before. And then, once more without any prompting, Katie took the dildo out of her arse and gave it a nice long suck. The General looked down at her and smiled, the bitch was happily submitting to their every wish. She was ready. She was ready to be fucked.

Katie once more put the dildo back into her bottom and fucked herself. The sounds coming from her mouth started to become more guttural and animalistic, it was becoming quickly clear to everyone that this horny bitch was close to cumming.

But the men wanted to delay this as long as possible. They wanted the bitch to be as horny as possible, so she would happily fuck them whenever they wanted. So the General ordered her to stop. "Katie, that is enough, for now. I think we should take a rest. Just leave the dildo in your bottom and take a breather. We have only just got started, my naughty little bitch!" Also, the time had come to dismiss her useless husband who, just standing at the back of the room in utter horror and was adding no value to the proceedings. It was clear that the General had won and had taken his wife without a shot having to be fired. But if he wanted to fuck the bitch and it might be easier if he dismissed her husband so she would be even more compliant. However the General wanted to continue to humiliate him. No problem, the General thought, that could also be arranged.

As Katie remained on all fours, frustrated that she was unable to fuck her bottom to a long, hard climax, Jack put the camera down as the General made his way over to Frank.

"Frank, I think we could do with some refreshments. Why don't you head on out and pick us all up some food, hey? Go into town will you and pick us all up a Chinese, you should only be gone an hour and when you get back we can go through things"

Frank remained standing. Could things possibly get any worse, he wondered? He did not want to leave his wife alone with these men knowing full well what they were likely to do to her. They would not be satisfied with just allowing her to fuck herself. They would to fuck her too, of that there could be no doubt and he feared that she would let them. Once more that dilemma went through him, save his marriage or career? Of course his wife could make things easier by asking to leave. She would have heard what the General had just said and would know, like he, what the implications were.
But she remained on all fours, dildo in her bottom waiting for the General and Jack to make their next move. Clearly she was not going anywhere.

So once more, the married couples mutual path of inaction was leading to disaster.

When the General was close to Frank, he whispered, quietly in order to be absolutely sure Katie could not hear, "Listen, old boy, don't worry, you are not going to miss out on anything. It is just that I think, for the next stage, it might be better if you weren't here. She will be more willing to comply if there weren't so many people about. These bitch's can get shy, you know." Frank thought that there was no shyness with Katie at present, so he was not sure what the General was going on about. "When you leave, don't go out of the front door, go into that room over there instead. She won't see you." The General then pointed towards the direction of the room which Jack always went in when the other men set up the room, i.e. the control room which provided a live feed of events to all the Platinum members. "When you get in, you will be able to see everything, trust me. Just don't touch anything, there's a good chap. And don't worry, in time you will get to sample this bitch".

This "bitch" was his wife, do something, you fool, Frank screamed to himself. But still he couldn't. Maybe curiosity of seeing his wife being taken by another man was beginning to get the better of him...

"Off you go, son. And try not to be too late, hard work this." The General said loudly in order for Katie to hear. He then guided Frank towards the control room, opened it for him, and made sure the door closed loudly behind him. He wanted his wife to be sure that she knew that her husband had left and she was alone with the General and Jack...

Katie had seen nothing. She had just heard her husband being dismissed and a door closing. She assumed he had left and left her alone with these men. At first she was angry and shocked at his behaviour. How could he do this? He was her only insurance that the men would not to take things a step further. She suspected (correctly) that they would try and fuck her like a bitch and without her husband to protect her, she would have no choice but to submit and allow her body to be abused any which way these cruel men wanted. But very quickly those feelings of anger and shock gave way to feelings of arousal and desire. For whatever reason, her husband had decided to leave her alone with these men and now these men would take her, and take her hard. It was what her body wanted and if Frank was not there to stop it, she was in no position to halt the inevitable slide in becoming a whore for these men...

As Frank entered the room, he stopped in shock at what he saw. Inside there were numerous TV screens filming events next door from every possible angle. This was some operation, he thought. He looked up at one of the screens which was focussing on Katie's bottom and he saw that the General had once more approached it. He took a seat next to the controls and looked up and watched his marriage being destroyed by his cowardice and the General's ability to seduce.

As the General approached Katie, she remained dutifully on all fours, raising her dildo full arse for the men's pleasure. "I think we should take a little break my dear. But do you mind remaining on all fours for me. I do so like your bottom raised."

"Yes, yes Sir. I understand." Although they were supposedly no longer role playing, Katie could not help but call the General "Sir." It seemed appropriate. "Good. Good. Just out of curiosity, my dear, have you ever showed a man other than your husband, your pussy tits or arse?

With her husband gone, Katie felt no embarrassment in answering the General's question. They were in control of her now and she would say and do anything they wanted. She was their bitch. "No, Sir, I have never shown my pussy, tits or arse to anyone other than Frank. Sir, he is the only man I have ever had sex with. Sir, I was a virgin when I got married!."

"In which case, how do you think your husband would feel if he knew he was married to such a horny tart a woman who, with very little persuasion, is prepared to reveal herself and to fuck herself, in the arse with a dildo? The General was keen to humiliate the bitch as much as possible before he took her. He wanted her defeated, physically and mentally, so she would truly know that she was his.

"He would not be best pleased, Sir. I suspect he would be angry that his wife was doing this..." Katie replied truthfully, but with no hint of regret over anything that had happened today.

"Yes, I suspect he would. But why are you doing this for me? It is not just about the money, is it Katie?"

"No, Sir, I suppose it isn't. I am not sure why, Sir..."

"I know why, Katie, it's because you like to be told what to do, isn't it?"

It was true, Katie needed to be dominated. Whilst her husband had persuaded her to come here today against her better judgment, he had never dominated her in the bedroom like she needed to be dominated. She had never been treated like a whore or a piece of meat like the General was doing now.

"Yes, Sir." Katie whispered, "It is because I want to be told what to do. I-I think I quite like it, Sir..."

"You are not going to stop are you? In fact, you are going to allow me to take it as far as I want, aren't you, bitch?" Katie could not yet bring herself to truthfully answer this question. Once she did, she knew there would be no turning back. She knew the answer was a resounding "yes" but she still could not bring herself to admit that she was prepared to be a whore for these gentlemen. Katie instead moaned. It was a moan of desire, and of fear.

The General now picked up the second of Katie's dildos. It was a 10 inch pink ribbed number. Without comment, he placed it at the entrance of her pussy and pushed in. Katie was once again shocked by this intrusion, although she knew she should be since these men clearly liked the darker side of sex.

The General was now effectively double fucking since she now had one dildo up her married arse and another up her married pussy. And yet the feeling of being completely full was unexpected and a pleasurable one. She wondered what it would be like to have a couple of cocks up there rather than plastic... That thought made her moan. "Ooh, Sir, p-please, this is so wrong, it is so naughty, ooh that feels so good..." Was all the turned on bitch could say as her pussy was filled to the brim with another dildo. She was afraid of what was going to happen to her next and she was terrified that she inexorably moving to a place where she would allow another man to enter her married pussy. A pussy that she had always thought would belong to Frank. But Frank had deserted her in her hour of need and had cruelly left her to her fate.

As such, her married pussy was now up for grabs, and she was not in control of where it would end.

Meanwhile, the General, having inserted all 10 inches up her wet pussy, moved away from her bottom and walked over to stand right in front of the panting bitch. His groin was now just a couple of feet away from her face. She noted the enormous erection protruding out from his pants. Licking her lips, she dutifully looked up at him and, tits heaving in anticipation, she awaited her next order, knowing that the time had come where she would be forced to serve another man's cock.

Meanwhile Jack, who had put down his camera, had replaced the General behind Katie's bottom and taken hold of the dildo in her pussy and started to gently fuck her with it.

"Oh! Oh! Oh God stop, stop, I feel so full. So full! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"You love it bitch! You love being doubled fucked with a couple of big dildos, don't you?" the General asked as he looked down at her who, still looking up at the General, was now moaning out loud and licking her lips as she revelled in the depravity that she was being subjected to. But she couldn't answer, so consumed was she by the treatment she was getting. The General continued, "You are a dirty bitch who wants to be controlled and abused by men who know how to dominate you. Admit it!"

"Oh Sir, p-please don't make me admit to that... I am a good wife who wants to be faithful." The General laughed at the absurdity of this reply. She had allowed these men to exert control over her young person in the presence of her husband. She could have resisted, but she did not. She could have walked out when they dismissed her husband. But she did not. She was theirs and they intended to take her, cruelly and roughly.

And thanks to their perverse plan, her husband would be a witness to everything. He was watching next door as his wife drifted away from him. Maybe he should have stopped everything? But then he would have lost his job. And then what? In the current job market, who would hire him? Already massively in debt, he would have to sell his home and car. Would a fine piece of ass like Katie hang around if they had to move into a caravan? Probably not. So he had no choice. But his whore of a wife did. And what was she doing to stop things? Nothing. And yet, this willingness of his wife to become a bitch whore was having a curious affect on poor Frank. It was making his dick hard. Very hard, in fact. Seeing his wife being abused at the hands of these old men was causing him, to his disgust, to become turned on cuckhold. He could not immediately explain it. He did not want to admit to himself that he was a sad cuckhold who got off on his seeing wife fucked by someone else? But what other explanation could there be?

With that in the mind, Frank unzipped himself and took out his hard 5 inch dick and started to rub himself off as he watched the masters at work next door...

Jack was now fucking the bitch with both dildos and, for the first time since the photo shoot began, he spoke to her, with that soft fatherly voice which cleverly disguised a viciousness that Katie was soon going to become aware of. "Bitch, do you like being fucked in both holes?"

"Oh! Oh, Sir, I feel full, but it does feel good. I never knew that having something in your bottom could give you so much pleasure..."

"Yes, my dear. And it can also give considerable pleasure to a man, which should be of primary concern. You see, a woman should always serve the needs of a man. Her needs are completely secondary to his. As such, the tightness that a bottom can afford a man's cock is something that a woman should always offer up."

"Oh Sir, that is naughty. My bottom is so tight, I am not sure, it could ever contain a big cock? Oh Sir, be gentle, be gentle, that is good. That is good..."

The General, who was still standing in front of Katie, unzipped his trousers and removed a terrifyingly large dick which menacingly sprang out of his trousers. She may have been close to cumming but now it was the turn of the men to take their pleasure in the young wife. The General's cock was at least 11 inches in length and at least 2 inches wide. When Katie saw it, she was genuinely terrified, "Oh my God! What are you doing? P-please, this is wrong. So wrong! I am married, p-please..."

The General said nothing, other than give his dick a much needed rub and move a little closer to Katie so that his dick was now just an inch or so away from her panting mouth.

"Bitch, tell me, have you ever sucked a man's cock before?"

"Er, no, no, that is disgusting. My husband has always asked me, but I have always refused. Oh, that feels good. Fuck my pussy hard with that big dildo. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Do you want to suck mine, bitch?" The General asked, as Katie looked up at his massive cock. Whilst it was true, she had always refused to suck Frank's penis, despite his numerous, desperate pleas (he would always go down on her but she would never reciprocate the favour) she always thought it disgusting. But there was something that made her want to open her mouth and allow the General to fuck her there. Maybe it was the size of his weapon which made her want to worship it? Or maybe it was just because she was being forced and had no option but to submit to the General's great big cock. It was probably a combination of both, either way, as she opened her mouth to speak, the General took the opportunity to place the tip of his cock in her mouth and force his way through.

"Oh that's it bitch, suck my cock you delightful little whore. Take it all the way down like a good girl, there you go..." And the General immediately inserted a good 8 inches down her reluctant, tight throat. As he did, the poor wife looked up at him, with those innocent blue eyes, which, as more and more of his great big cock was forced down, became more and more watery.

In no time, he had managed to get all 11 inches in and she started to make desperate gagging noises as the tears poured down her cheek. Despite her obvious discomfort, she made no attempt to resist this cruel invasion of her person. It was as if she was resigned to having her mouth raped by the General. "That's it bitch, I am now going to fuck your mouth with my big old cock and you are going to take it. You are going to take it all. That's it, suck my cock. Suck my cock. Oh, you are good, you are good! I can't believe you have never done this before. You husband must have been mad.

"Good, take all of my cock as I slide it in and out of your married mouth. That's it, look up at me as you suck me off. Always look up at me. Now, play with my balls. Squeeze them gently like a good whore. Oh God, that's good. That's good..."

Katie, in a complete daze at what was being forced upon her, complied with the General's shocking orders as if she no longer had control over her young person. That control had been ceded to the General. She was just a rag doll to be abused however these men wanted. As such, she reached up with her left hand and started to gently squeeze his plumb size sack which caused the General to moan with delight. He looked down at her and panted, her sweet ministrations on his giant cock and balls were causing him to get ever closer to his crisis.

Katie's mouth and throat were also beginning to accommodate his giant cock and, despite her initial feelings of fear, she was actually starting to enjoy being fucked in her young mouth. She should have tried this before, she thought. But was it the fact that it was the General's giant cock that made her feel like this? Was it the fact that he was taking her without her permission and forcing her to become his cock sucking whore that made this all so pleasurable? Could she really be that much of a slut and degrade herself to such a shocking degree, in so short space of time? The answer was clearly, yes.

So, Katie, of her own accord, started to move her head up and down his cock, causing the General to look at her and smile with delight. Keeping one hand on his balls, she used the other to rub the base of his cock as she sucked off the rest. The whore was a fast learner.

Jack, who had all this time been happy just to fuck the bitch with the dildos, understandably now wanted more. Much more. So, leaving one dildo in her arse, he removed the other dildo from her soaking pussy and unzipped his trousers. The time had come to fuck the bitch. Taking out his rock hard 11 inch boner, he placed the enormous plumb size head at the entrance of her young, tight cunt and started to push away...

Katie, who had been concentrating on serving the General with her mouth, making sure he derived as much pleasure from her young body as possible, was unaware that Jack was preparing to fuck her. That was until she felt her pussy being invaded by what felt like a massive rod of man flesh. As he pushed, uninvited, into her young body, she feared that her pussy would split open. Frantically she removed the cock from her mouth and looked behind to see what Jack was up to. When she did, he just smiled at her and, in his deceptively kind voice, said, "Are you ready to get fucked by a real cock, bitch? Are you ready to be fucked like you need to be fucked? In a way that you pitiful husband could never managed?"

Katie was terrified and that fear was easily transmitted to Jack. Whilst she somehow managed to accept that she could suck another man's cock, allowing another man to fuck her in her tight married pussy was something entirely different. She was now being truly unfaithful. She was allowing herself to become a true slut for these men, a whore who would do anything and would allow her body to belong to men other than her loving husband.

But there was no escape for the poor young wife. Her wet pussy demanded that she accept another man's cock and become a whore. Her body needed it, despite her strict conservative religious upbringing and she could no longer deny what her pussy so obviously craved.

So, although her eyes pleaded with Jack for some sort of redemption, the wetness of her pussy and the ease with which Jack had been able to slide his mammoth cock into her tight married hole told the real story. "There, take more of my cock in your tight cunt, you bitch!. Oh God, that's it, take it all, yes, take it all you slut. Yes, I have managed to get all 11 inches in to you married pussy. God, you are tight. I don't think I have ever felt a pussy so tight before..."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! So big! So big! Your cock feels so big in my little pussy. Oh, please stop, I am married. P-please. Please, stop. Oh! Oh! You are fucking me! You are fucking my married pussy with your big cock. Oh my God! It feels sooo big in my little pussy... This is wrong! So wrong! Oh! Oh! Oh that feels good. Oh! Oh..."

"Take it, you dirty married whore. Take it! You are a whore who needs a big cock in her married pussy. Admit it bitch. Admit it!" And to emphasise the point, he started to spank her cheeks, causing her to feel even more pain.

Katie felt there was little point in pretending any longer. It was clear to everyone that, from the moment she decided to dress like a slutty schoolgirl for these old gentlemen, she would be prepared to submit to their whims. True, she could have pulled out on a number of occasions, the most recent being when they sent her husband away, but she had remained on all fours with her bottom raised waiting for it to be abused and taken. And now that such an outcome had arisen, there was little point in denying that she enjoyed it. "Oh yes, Sir, I need it. I need a big cock in my tight little married pussy. Oh yes, fuck me harder with it. Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me with your big cock. Oooh, Sir, that hurts, you are fucking me hard. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Jack was indeed fucking her hard. Harder than she had ever been fucked before. Katie now turned her head back to face the General's still throbbing dick, which was waiting to be once more serviced by the poor bitch's mouth. Normally the General would never allow one of his bitch's to just stop sucking his cock without his express permission. But in this case he was prepared to make an exception. After all, her body was, for the first time, being taken by a man other than Frank. It was, to be a fair, a momentous occasion for the poor bitch. He smiled down at her and saw that her mouth was open as she panted in delight as Jack fucked her. Her big married tits swayed back and forth in response to Jack's powerful thrusts and all you could now hear from the bitch's mouth was a low "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her panting open mouth was now just centimetres away from the General's dick and, without any prompting, she stuck her tongue out and started to lick it. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do and she assumed it was what the General would have wanted. She was correct.

She began to lick the fat head of the cock, savouring it and worshiping it. She started to plant sweet little girly kisses all over it which was seemed a little inappropriate given the circumstances. Meanwhile Jack's fucking was beginning to cause the poor bitch to experience the first, of what would become many, earth shattering orgasms. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard! I need it. I need it bad. Oh that feels good. So good. Yes! Yes! Yes, my pussy belongs to your big cock. Oh fuck me, fuck me, oh my God I am cumming I am cumming..."
And Katie came. She came hard. Harder than she had ever cum before. Her mouth was open screaming out loud and the General took the opportunity to once more slide his big cock down her young throat. She had had her pleasure, now it was time for the men to take theirs.

There then followed some serious fucking on the part of the two men, they intended to take her roughly and without any regard to her feelings, which were clearly irrelevant.

Jack had taken hold of the dildo that was still protruding out of her arse, and started to aggressively fuck her with it. He then used his other hand to cruelly spank her bottom cheeks. As such, from behind, she now had three sensations of pain, and of course pleasure: she had the mighty cock up her pussy, the dildo in her arse and the spanks on her bottom. This caused a delirious sensation of pain and pleasure and caused her to be in a constant state of orgasmic bliss.

Upfront, the General was happily fucking her mouth and her throat seemed able to accommodate his huge cock much better than before as he was able to slide his 11 inches in and out without much impediment. Although there were still tears streaming down her cheek from the gagging sensation, she felt this was a price well worth paying for being able to pleasure the General's mighty weapon. Indeed, not only did it cause her eyes to become wet, it caused her pussy to become wet.

"God the bitch is tight." Jack said as he fucked her. "The way her cunt clings to my pussy suggests that she has never been fucked properly before. Take that, you fucking bitch!" As he pounded away in her tight married cunt.

"Yeah, and she sucks like a trooper too." The General said as he grabbed hold of her head and cruelly rammed his cock down her mouth. "God, yes the bitch is good. So good. Suck me hard. Suck me hard. That's it, squeeze my big balls. Look up at me, you dirty whore."

Katie was lost in a word of barely conceivable sexual debauchery. Here she was, this young, deeply religious conservative girl, dressed like a sexy schoolgirl, on all fours with her big tits hanging out of her ripped open shirt. Her micro mini offered her zero protection and as such her was arse on display with a big pink dildo inserted into her anus whilst her pussy and mouth were servicing two giant cocks belonging to a couple of men old enough to be her father. And despite the pain and the fact that she was being unfaithful to her husband, she loved every minute of it.

Whether she would have loved it as much if she knew that sat, just a few feet away and safely hidden, was Frank, her loving husband, who was watching this nightmare (for him) unfold on TV. He was watching his prim and proper wife turn into a porn queen. It was some display and it did not prevent him from taking out his own cock to masturbate away. The poor man had been forced to become a sad cuckhold.

The men then fucked her for a few minutes with both savouring her young, tight married body. She in turn did not once stop sucking or thrusting her bottom back. She now knew what her role in life was: it was to be a whore and to serve big cocks that did not belong to her husband.

The effort that the bitch was putting in was not in vain since it caused the men to rapidly reach their climax. "I am close. I am close. Oh yes, suck my cock, bitch. I am going to cum down your mouth, you gorgeous tart and I want you to swallow it all. Oh yes, oh yes..."

Jack was also close and, to indicate this, he subjected the poor wife to a volley of hard, firm crisp spanks on each of her arse cheeks. "Bitch, I am going to cum in your tight married cunt. Take all of my spunk you bitch. Take it all! Oh I am cumming, aggghhh, I am cumming..."

This caused the General to cum also and both men came hard emitting copious amounts of their evil spunk into the bitch's body. Naturally Katie dutifully swallowed all the General's spunk and she was amazed by its quantity. Whenever she had rubbed Frank off, only a dribble of spunk would emerge. However the General's cock seemed like an unstoppable hose as spunk after spunk sprayed out into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it all, making sure none dribbled out of her mouth.

After a minute or so, both men removed their rapidly deflating cocks from Katie's poor young body, as they did, Katie remained on all fours, exhausted and shocked at the speed of events. She was now officially a whore...

To be continued...

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