Chapter 6: A Shopping We Will Go, A Shopping We Will Go

By the fourth day of her coming to the Photo studio, all of the subliminal seduction Karl Richter had been subjecting young Eve Swanson to was beginning to bare fruit. She also no longer needed to be told about making sure to have a camel-toe clearly visible before any photoshoots, regardless of what she was to wear on any given day, nor did she bother putting on a bra.

And now, whenever Eve woke up the next morning, her dreams were just that, dreams. She no longer regarded them as nightmarish, but rather erotic in nature. Just her own wild imagination manifesting itself in her sleep, thanks mostly to her misadventures with Mr. Richter at his photo studio.

All of her fears and suspicions she had about Mr. Richter the night before seemed to have dissipated overnight as nothing but another bad dream like so many others.

Another strong indication that her subjugation was working was that the young cheerleader made the decision not to bother putting on her cheerleading shorts when she left her home this morning for her latest photo-session.

By the time the beautiful 16-year-old returned to the photo studio, she looked totally refreshed, relaxed and ready for another day of posing for more of Mr. Richter’s non-existent customers fictitious businesses.

The instant she walked into the studio she instantly felt the cold air hitting her once again, her nipples hardening yet again as it was intended.

“I guess they fixed your AC like they promised, eh,” Eve said with a smile. “This is so much better than it was yesterday, don’t you think Karl?”

But as she looked around, she was surprised by the new look of the studio. It didn’t look at all like a photo studio anymore, but more like a store. There were shelves with products on them, bins with what looked like DVDs off to one side. There was even a cash register and counter, just like any other store.

“Mr. Richter! What happened?” Eve called out in alarm at the changes before her. “Did you lose your business? What is all this?”

“What do you mean, honey?” Karl feigned confusion at her starting discovery, then waved at the new look of the studio. “Oh, you mean this. No, the business is doing just fine, Eve. This is just for a new client of mine.”

“Is this what I’ll be modelling for today?” She inquired, looking more closely for the first time at the various objects displayed on the shelves before her.

What she saw was an accoutrement of various sex-toys, from simple white dildos like the one she had found when she was 13 hidden in her mother’s nightstand, to realistic recreation of a man’s penis, and others that looked vaguely familiar to her, and yet still alien looking, specifically replicas of dog-penises which she barely recognized. These dildos were of various length and girth. She couldn’t believe how many variations there were for dildoes.

Browsing around to the other shelves of the make-believe store, she noticed things like restraints, tubes of some kind of gel, even masks and blindfolds. There were other items she wasn’t familiar with also, such as these silver balls things labelled on the package as Ben-Wah Balls, of which some seemed attached through a string with a ring at the end of it.

And when she looked into the bins of DVDs she was shocked to see that they were all pornographic movies, hundreds of them. But what shocked her most were the images on some of the covers. She was astonished to discover how many of the DVDs showcased a young white blonde-haired girl just like herself surrounded by numerous, naked black men with huge penises.

The stunned 16-year-old quickly turned her gaze away and looked over at Mr. Richter fearing the worse.

“You told me that you didn’t do porn stuff, Mr. Richter!” She said, feeling betrayed by the old man.

“And I don’t, sweetie,” he quickly replied. “No, another girl will be dropping by later to do this photoshoot for me. And it won’t be like YOU’d be doing anything ... you know ... sexual. The idea is that YOU’d be photographed browsing around the shelves, you know, acting like a regular customer, maybe picking up a few items in YOUR hands to look at it up close as any buyer would. You know, acting as if YOU were really shopping for something ... SPECIAL. It’s all just make believe.”

Eve never picked up that the old photographer kept changing things from ‘another girl’ doing this to Eve herself doing the photoshoot, emphasizing this each time he referred to his model as YOU. Nor did she pick up on the inference that she would be shopping for any of these items, much less something SPECIAL as he put it.

“Oh! I guess I get that now,” he said. “Sorry for yelling at you just now. But if its just that, well, if you like, I think I could do this for you, Karl. I’d like to, if you’d let me.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, his eyes glowing in anticipation at her willingness to take part in this, just as he had hoped she would. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you didn’t feel comfortable doing, Eve.”

“Sure, I’m sure I can do this!” She chirped up. “Do you want me in my cheerleading uniform for this, or should I change into something else?”

“Oh no, a teenage cheerleader look would make you look way too young to be in this kind of store,” he told her, which in a way was true. “HA-HA-HA! My client wants to attract new clients to his store remember, not the police. But I do have something in the changing room you can change into that should make you look more ... mature.”

“Oh, okay,” she said with a smile. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

“Oh, and you can keep your panties on this time, sweetheart!” Karl called out behind her.

The blonde 16-year-old disappeared into the changing room and found the clothes he had laid out for her. It consisted of a backless apron-style camisole top with open sides, giving a peekaboo view of her firm young tits, there was also a micro-miniskirt that barely hid her crotch area, and a pair of tie-leg four-inch stiletto high heels that she would have to wrap around her calves almost up to her knees to secure them in place.

Eve wasn’t used to high heels as most of her time was in sneakers because of her cheerleading activities, or ugly Mary Jane shoes that her mother insisted on. So, putting these four-inch heels on took a bit of getting used to.

And just as Karl expected, when she walked out of the room she looked like a much more mature Eve Swanson.

“Oh, my, you look positively gorgeous, sweetie,” Karl complimented her. “Spin around for me so I can get a good look at you.”

But what really pleased Karl was seeing that she had disregarded his instruction that she could keep her G-string panties on and had unconsciously removed them as she had for all of her previous photo-sessions, just as he hoped she would automatically do eventually. And now, it seemed that his constant reminder to her to remove her panties before each photo-session was finally bearing fruit as it became automatic to her.

Her choice to forego her underwear for this would prove fruitful in his capturing images of her from, not only his hand-held camera, but also all of the mini-cameras that he had planted under the lower shelves that would be peering upwards to catch images under Eve’s skirt from below.

She gladly spun around for him, grateful that the man cared for her well-being so much that he had intended to have some other girl take her place for this particular photoshoot, which he never intended on doing anyway.

But as she did a slow spin, Karl could see her firm young breasts peeking on the side as the open-sided apron camisole top he had selected for today’s photoshoot. It was one of those tops where a woman would slip it down to hang around her neck like an apron that would be tied at the back near her ass-crack, leaving very little to the imagination. And the micro-miniskirt flirted quite enticingly with her crotch area, just as he hoped it would as it left very little to one’s imagination. And to top it all off, the four-inch high heels accentuated her calves and thigh-muscles in the sexiest way possible.

“So, you ready to do this?” He then asked her as he flicked a switch nearby.

Suddenly a large neon sign lit up above the shelves displaying the fictional name of this make-believe sex-shop. The neon sign lit up and her eyes widened by what it said the SEX PLAYGROUND

“All set, Karl,” Eve smiled. “What should I do first?”

“It’s fairly simple actually,” he told her. “All you have to do for now is just browse around the shelves and look at the items closely as if you were really shopping around for something ... you know ... SPECIAL.”

Once again, he had emphasized that she search for a special item.

And so, following his instructions, the naïve 16-year-old did just that. This was actually a rare opportunity for the naïve young teen as she would actually get to see firsthand some of the strange things people use to pleasure themselves sexually for the first time. She paused at these smaller items that looked like a baby pacifier which she thought strange to be displayed in an adult sex store.

“What are these for, Karl?” She asked, holding one of the butt-plugs up.

“Oh, those,” Karl said, unable to control his grin. “They’re called butt-plugs, honey. GIRLS like having those stuck up their asses. Apparently, they get great pleasure from that.”

He kept emphasized the use of the term GIRL rather than women every chance he got to stress to her that even girls her age do all kinds of kinky things too.

“You’re kidding?” The naïve 16-year-old virgin gasped, finding the idea of having anything shove in her ass quite shocking as she eyed the strange looking item.

Now, having found out what their purpose was, she quickly dropped the butt-plug back in the bin she found it in as if it was feces. She then moved down along the shelves to look at other items displayed there.

She finally stopped when she got to the shelves displaying all of those dildos, vibrators and the likes. She was amazed at the variety available to the public. They varied in size and color, not to mention shapes.

She even came across some that were double-ended, meaning a penis-head at either end, which simply didn’t make any sense to her.

‘Now what could a girl even do with something like that?’ She thought as she ran her finger along its fourteen-inch length. ‘I mean, even I know that I only have one pussy.’

Curious, she picked it up and was surprised at how flexible it was. It wasn’t at all hard like her mother’s vibrator she had found when she was much younger.

Putting it back on the shelf, she moved on to the strange looking dildos that seemed somehow familiar to her for some reason. Her mind seemed to have blanked out what Othello’s dog-penis looked like that day she had manipulated it in her hand, so she didn’t recognize these dildos as having that same canine-shape. The strangeness of the pointy looking dildos had her baffled though.

“Now bend over at the waist so you can check out some of the stuff on the bottom shelves,” Karl told her from behind her.

Trusting him implicitly, Eve did as he suggested and bent over sharply at the waist.

But in doing so, the back of her micro-miniskirt pulled up, thus exposing her rear completely to Karl’s camera. And without panties on he now had a clear shot of not only her cunt-mound, but also the tiny puckered hole of her virgin ass.

‘Now that is definitely something that needs getting on film!’ He mused, smiling to himself. ‘And filled! In time!’

Moving up closer to the leaning teenager, the 48-year-old photographer deftly undid the strap holding her loose fitting apron camisole top without her noticing until if fell loosely beneath her, held only by the strap around her neck. This left Eve’s firm teenage breasts just dangling under her openly as she remained bent over as he had directed her to.

And still, she acted as if nothing wrong had happened. Just as when the dog had licked at her breasts the other day. Besides, she didn’t want to interrupt the photo-session for such a minor wardrobe malfunction, or so she thought.

And so, she kept browsing the lower shelves, pausing at this one dog-dildo that seemed to have a suction cup attached to its bottom. It somehow looked familiar to her, but she just couldn’t place from where. Curious as to its purpose, she reached down to pick it, only the suction cup made that rather difficult, so she began tugging on it to get it free.

In her effort to pick it up to take a closer look at it, young Eve had to grasp it tightly in her hand, just as she had with Othello’s prick that day.

‘Oh, this is good!’ Karl smiled as he focused his camera on the dildo and Eve’s face. ‘This is real good!’

The suction cup finally gave way, causing the tip of the pointed dog-dildo to hit the stunned 16-year-old squarely on the lips.

“Are you okay, Eve?” He asked, placing his hand her upturned ass. “That looked like it hurt.”

“No, I’m fine,” she smiled as she looked back at him, her stunned face captured by the camera. “Err, what kind of ... dildo is this anyway, Mr. Richter? It sure doesn’t look like any penis in my biology book at school.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s because GIRLS like the feel of its shape in their ... you know ... PUSSY,” Karl said, giving her an innocent, non-compromising explanation. “Go ahead and play with it if you like. No one’s around to see.”

Ignoring the fact that HE was there, Eve started stroking the ten-inch long realistically reproduced canine-dildo as she had Othello’s cock the other day when she believed she was alone.

Without thinking she was soon rubbing it up along her cheek, her eyes closed dreamily as she subconsciously recalled that moment with the huge black-furred Poodle. She definitely could feel the rough veiny contour of its surface and came to understand that it would definitely feel different than a man’s penis.

And while young Eve was busily experimenting with the canine-dildo, Karl had lowered his camera under her crotch to aim it right at her puffin cunt-mound as her pussylips began unfurling from a growing arousal within the young teen as she continued manipulating the dog-dildo along her cheeks.

To keep her distracted from what she was doing, the old man started rubbing his hand over her bare back, caressing her soft skin to put her at ease while keeping her arousal on the upswing.

Eve allowed him to do that as it actually felt nice to be caressed like this. Still experimenting with the dog-dildo in her hand, Eve dropped it down beneath her and started rubbing it between her now heaving tits, all of which was also being captured on video.

Her breathing was growing shallower as the young teen crouched down onto her heels as she tried to concentrate on the new sensations this strangely shaped dildo was giving her.

Seeing this as a good sign, Karl did a little testing of his own by running a finger along her moistening cunt-slit for the very first time to see how she would react to being touched there by someone, meaning himself. And just as he had hoped, the young beauty was so engrossed in her own experimenting with the dildo that she simply ignored the presence of his exploring digit along her pussy-slit.

“UMmMmMmMh!” Eve sighed heavily as she kept stroking the dog-dildo between her tits.

But then she snapped back to reality and suddenly straightened herself back up. Clearing her head, Eve returned the dog-dildo back on the shelf before moving on to the next one. There she found those weird Ben-Wah Balls from earlier. Curious as to their use, she held up one of the stringed models with four metal balls attached to it and stared back at Mr. Richter for an answer.

“And what the hell are these for?” She asked.

“Well ... ah, those go in YOUR asshole you see,” he told her, acting all flustered. “The man, or WOMAN, would push them in one after the other, and then, using the string there YOU would pull them back out.”

“No way?!?” Eve stared at him with unbelieving eyes. “And girls really like that sort of thing?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he assured her. “My wife, God bless her soul, would leave them inside of her ass for hours and hours. I think that some of those other balls even have like a vibrator inside them that keep buzzing the whole time they’re inside YOU.”

Of course, this was all a lie for Eve’s benefit. In reality, Karl’s wife was such a prudish woman that it had led him to divorce her and eventually to this partnership with James Davenport to produce porn movies with teenaged girls, such as young Eve here.

“If you like, you can give it try,” he then suggested. “I won’t tell on you.”

This gave Eve pause to think. In her virginal mind she couldn’t possibly consider doing something so ... gross, not in front of dear old Mr. Richter.

“If you’re not sure how to do it, I could help,” he then offered, noticing her hesitancy.

He was quite literally holding his breath in the hopes that she would take the bait and use the Ben-Wah Balls on herself.

“I ... I suppose,” the teen replied somewhat meekly, her trust in the man betraying her better judgment.

A smile crossed his lips as he reached over and grabbed a tube of KY-jelly.

“Err, what’s that for?” The naïve 16-year-old asked as she watched him coat the metal balls with the gel.

“Well, anything YOU put up your ass needs some kind of lubrication, sweetie,” he told her. “And since your ass surely can’t produce that on its own, we use this gel instead, they call it K-Y Jelly. But you can use just about anything to lubricate any of your holes really, even a man or a DOG’s saliva. Now lean over and grab onto the shelf in front of you to keep your balance and spread your legs for me, Eve. I’ll take care of the rest, okay.”

Not comprehending how she got talked into trying this, she complied and spread her legs while grasping the edge of the shelf in front of her, once again flashing her bare pussy at him.

Smiling, Karl brought the first of the four Ben-Wah Balls to her tiny puckered virgin asshole and started working the first one in.

“UGNH!?!” Eve grunted as she felt the first Ben Wha Ball being forced pass her clenching sphincter-muscle.

But once the first ball got in, the others seemed to go in a lot easier. Soon she had all four Ben-Wah Balls stuffed inside of her virgin asshole with only the pull-string left out.

“How does that feel, Eve honey?” Karl asked, the cameras still filming.

“Kinda ... weird!” Eve sighed. “But its ... I guess its ... its okay.”

To help her experience this properly, Karl reached under her pussy and started rubbing her clitoris to help her arousal alleviate the new sensations the Ben-Wah Balls were now giving her.

“Plea ... please don’t!” She whimpered in embarrassment, her reasoning back to the surface.

“Then maybe you should do it yourself,” Karl suggested, pulling his fingers away. “It will make the whole experience feel so much better for you ... I promise.”

Seeing the logic in his words, Eve did just as he suggested and reached down and began strumming her clit as the filling sensation of the Ben-Wah Balls in her ass played havoc with her morals, forgetting the fact that she was fingering herself in front of him, a MAN.

Karl immediately aimed his camera beneath her, capturing her fingering her pussy with her dangling breasts in the background. And not one to let this opportunity go by, he started caressing her asscheeks for his own pleasure.

This, Eve didn’t seem to mind as much as she continued rubbing her clit and pussy feverishly to reach her orgasm as the Ben-Wah Balls moved around in her asshole.

“OoOoOoOh! YESsSsSsSs!” She cooed as her climax neared. “Oh, you were so right, Mr. Richter! This does feel nice!”

Feeling encouraged by her enthusiastic response thus far, Karl reached over and grabbed a medium sized dog-dildo and presented it to her lips.

Without thinking, the 16-year-old virgin parted her lips and let the pointed cock-tip slip pass her lips, at which point Karl started a slow in and out motion, encouraging her to suck on the imitation dog-prick. In essence, she was practicing how to give a blowjob ... to a dog no less.

Seeing that she wasn’t offering any resistance was definitely an encouraging sign, a sure indication that she was just about ready for her BIG performance, the thing they had been working her up to all this time.

“OHhHh! GAWwWwD!” She let out a loud gasp around the canine-dildo as she started cumming on her fingers.

To keep her on the edge, the old photographer slowly started pulling on the Ben-Wah string, removing the silvery Balls from her asshole slowly, one by one. And as each of them popped free, young Eve would experience yet another mini-orgasm, and another until all four of the Ben-Wah Balls popped free.

Never in her young life had she ever experienced multiple orgasms like this, and she collapsed down onto her knees from weakness of cumming so frequently and so rapidly. Then, remembering her meeting with Mr. Davenport that brought her here in the first place, she brought her now juice-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean of her own juices.

Again, all of this was being caught on video by the multiple hidden cameras, not to mention the hand-held one Karl was operating.

Totally exhausted from cumming so much, it was easy for Karl to roll her onto her back and casually spread her knees apart to fully expose her now juicing pussy to his camera to show the moistness she had left behind from cumming just moments ago.

It took Eve a good ten minutes before she found the strength to push herself up onto her elbows, seemingly unbothered by her nakedness in front of the man she had come to trust, admire, and respect.

“Err, what else is in here that girls like?” The now overly curious virgin asked as she looked around the makeshift sex-shop.

“W-e-l-l,” Karl started as he looked around until he found something he could use down the line with young Eve. “There are these.”

He was holding up what looked like a rubber ball in a metal ring with a strap attached to it.

“What in the world would people use something like that for?” The young blonde asked in utter confusion.

“Well, there are lots of likes and dislikes when it comes to SEX, Eve,” he started explaining. “Some people actually enjoy pain, others are into bondage, and some people, probably someone like YOU, just enjoy SEX nice and simple. I suppose this would fall under the bondage category.”

“But how would they use something like that?” Her naïve curiosity had been piqued.

“Here, let me show you,” Karl said, encouraged by her sudden interest. “Would you mind turning around for me, Eve honey.”

Still on her knees, the young blonde obediently turned around so that she was facing the back shelves again, staring at all of those huge dildoes. At this point, she had come to trust the man implicitly.

“Now, you hold onto this,” he said as he handed her the rubber ball insert from the O-ring assemblage. “Now open wide.”

Not questioning his motives, Eve opened her mouth wide as he fitted the metal O-ring just inside her teeth. He then fastened the strap to the back of her head.

“Har tho tis horp?” Eve mumbled through the O-ring. (“How does this work?” Eve mumbled through the O-ring.)

“And now the ball if you please,” he then asked, ignoring her mumbling.

The naïve young blonde virgin handed the rubber ball back to the 48-year-old photographer, whereupon Karl fit it back into the center of the O-ring and snapped it to the metal ring, effectively muzzling her.