Becca The Punisher Pt 04

From: Meg O'Brien

To:BeccaTheVigilante

Subject: Photographer needs your services.

"Hi, Becca. I am a fashion model. I just returned from a photo shoot with Joe Stevenson AKA CriticalEyE Studio. My hands are still shaking as I type this to you. The photographer...he threatened to blacklist me and say I am difficult to work with unless I fuck him. I didn't have a choice, I can't afford to be blacklisted. Can ya help a girl out?"

Becca read over the email three times. Her blood was boiling as she sipped her coffee. Why do men think just because they're in a position of power they can do whatever the fuck they want? This man would be perfect for her next...victim.

She found Stevensen's address on Google and decided to visit him. Her bag was full of her normal gear, masks, gags, a whip, rope (just in case he fought back), and anything else she thought she might need. She dressed in her high heels and her leather corset, doing her makeup as beautiful as any model, if not more so, her eyes with a bright eyeshadow, her lips a bold red, contrasted with the dark masquerade mask to hide what little she needed to hide.

As she pulled up to the studio, she grabbed her bag and knocked on the door. It was a home studio, right in the suburbs. No wonder Meg felt uncomfortable.

He was taller than expected, and a bit older than the photo on his website, but this was Joe alright. He looked her down and up, trying to hide the smile. "Can I help you? Are you here for a shoot? I'm sorry, I didn't think I had anything booked for another few hours-"

"I didn't make a booking. I was hoping you could squeeze me in." Becca put her foot in the door, not even giving him a chance to turn her down.

"I was just editing..." He looked behind him to his laptop, then down at her tits. He was set off guard by Becca's forwardness.

She helped herself to his house, walking right in, pushing him aside. "Why don't you bring me to where the magic happens?"

"What the fuck are you doing? This is my-"

She put her fingers up to his lips. "Did I say you could talk?"

He went to open his lips, but Becca was faster, slapping him on the cheek. "I will only ask once more. Bring me to where the magic happens."

His face was now red with her handprint. "It is-"

She slapped him harder this time. "Bringing me there does not require talking."

She could see he was visibly erect. He began to open his mouth but thought better of it.

Joe walked meekly towards another room, full of lighting, backdrops, and tripods.

"Joe, Joe, Joe. What am I to do with you? Hmm." He stood awkwardly as Becca took her bag off her back. "I heard you have been abusing your power. How many women have you forced naked?"

When he said nothing, she said, "You can answer that."

"More than half." His eyes flew to a book on a desk.

Becca flipped through the book. Picture after picture of nude women looking uncomfortable. As the book went on, the images got more sexual, until it was women sucking him off. "Hmm. I want you to strip."

"You want me to--"

"Get in front of those backdrops and fucking strip." Becca held her rope in one hand and helped herself to his camera, still on the tripod. "Take your shirt off. Just like you had those models do. Good. Now, throw it to the side."

He removed his shirt, revealing the chest of someone who was fairly fit. He threw his shirt to the side, standing before white backdrops.

"Now the pants."

He paused for a moment, then obeyed, throwing it, too.

"And underwear."

He looked at her like he was expecting the punch line of a joke.

"And underwear," she hissed.

Something clicked in his head and he decided not to wait. He removed the last of his clothing and tossed it into the pile. She walked over to him carefully in her heels, each step audibly pronounced by her shoes on the wooden floor, watching his fingers twitch with every tiny step. She walked slowly, dragging out the discomfort he felt, not knowing what he was in for.

"Do you notice your models look this uncomfortable in front of you?" She cupped his balls with her one hand.

"They love getting naked for-"

She squeezed him.

"Ouch. Bitch."

"More honest this time," she spat up at him. He went to wipe the spit with his hand, and she stopped him, grabbing his arm. "I didn't say you could do that. Did you touch your models without asking?"

She squeezed him harder this time, his cock growing more erect.

"You're hurting me, you stupid slut."

"Well, this stupid slut quite literally has you by the balls." She used the rope to tie his arms behind his back, using the camera's remote to capture periodic photos. "I can see you like it." She stood in his face, spitting in her hand, then rubbed his cock. "He likes it, doesn't he?"

He nodded.

"Good. Fucker learned not to talk. I don't want to hear you talk or moan. Every time you talk, I do this." She had her whip and hit him on the chest with it. "Good. You learn quickly."

She put her hand firmly around his throbbing cock and stroked his cock, faster, and faster. His face showed excitement as his eyes rolled back, his mouth open, trying desperately to hide the moaning. "I bet you'd hate for everyone to see this, to see you being dominated by a younger woman. Wouldn't that be pathetic? If I ever so much as catch those nudes online, I will post these images."

She got on her knees, before his large, hard cock, and put her tongue against the tip. She could taste precum dripping in her mouth and with every lick, the cock twitched up and down. She put her hands around his legs and went for it, swallowing his cock, her head bobbing up and down, taking the length of it in her throat and mouth. She was getting horny from sucking the cock, but didn't want to show it just yet.

He let out an "Oh fuck," and Becca stopped sucking to whip his leg. Then she forced him on his back, moving his bound hands to the front so he was slightly more comfortable. As comfortable as one could be while still tied up lying on a hard surface, anyway.

"You are not worthy to see my body," she said and covered his eyes with a blindfold. She removed her corset, denying him the privilege of seeing her gorgeous tits but making sure he heard her moan as she squeezed them herself. She pulled out a condom and put it on his hard cock, then inserted him into her. She bit her lip as it went in, one of the larger ones she's had, but didn't want to admit it. She began bouncing on him, using him as her fuck toy, her personal fuck machine, as she dug her painted nails (red) into his chest.

"I still don't want to hear you fucking moan, you disgust me," she said, though she did not attempt to hide her moaning. The condom had numbing cream on it, so he wouldn't climax easily, though Becca felt herself cum once, twice, a third time while bouncing on his throbbing cock. She bit her lips again, feeling the length of him in her, the living dildo that he was, existing only for her pleasure right now, not caring about the nails digging into him.

He moaned again and this time instead of hurting him, shoved the panties into his mouth. "You stupid bi-chahhhhhwhahafuuhhh" was all he could get out. Becca wondered how badly Joe wanted to see her large breasts bouncing over him, how many women bounced on him in this room, how many breasts he forced women to show him. It was only fitting she denied him her breasts. She continued to bounce up and down on his cock, her thumb making circles on her clit as she rode him, so pleasurable, the feeling of being filled was all that mattered at the moment. Becca came again, losing track of the number of orgasms she had. She would periodically strike at him with the whip, just because she wanted to. Without his eyes, it caught him off guard and flinch.

After she got her orgasms, she stood up, removed the condom, and helped him up. Becca went back to using her mouth, wishing she could have tasted her juices on him. She ran her lips down the shaft, licking the balls, sucking the balls with her mouth, before going back to the shaft. She used her hand to gently cup and massage the balls as she sucked him carefully but with intent, licking like it was an ice cream cone and she was desperate for every drop of cream. She used her other hand and stroked in union with her mouth, both her hand and mouth moving back and forth with perfect rhythm.

When she felt he was about to cum, she moved her mouth away, and then her hand, watching the cock twitch but ruining the orgasm so it felt no pleasure. He was either moaning or talking-Becca neither knew nor cared which-and she finally removed the panties, telling him he could speak. "How was that?" She asked.

"Would've been better if you didn't stop touching it," He muttered.

Becca smiled, then got her corset back on (still determined not to let him see her breasts), and removed the blindfold. His eyes looked at her breasts, dying to see them bare.

Becca laughed, then gestured to the cum on the floor. "Eat it."

"Eat it?"

"All of it."

"What the fuck, why would I eat my own-"

She used her surprising strength to bend him over, still tied up, pushing his mouth down to the hardwood floor. "Because if you don't, I will have no choice but to show the world your secrets, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

His tongue came out and began licking his juices off the hardwood floor, gagging as he did it, but feeling no choice but to obey.

She went over to his camera, removed the memory card, and put it in her bag, and then took his book of polaroid souvenirs. "I'll be taking this. And remember. If I ever hear you touching another model again, you can kiss your career goodbye." Becca began packing her things, except the rope, still around Joe.

"Hey, I have a shoot in a few hours. You're not gonna leave me like this, are you?"

"That is," she laughed, "exactly what I will do."

(Editor's Note: Story written in corroboration with redblue92)