This is pure fiction - the characters are all 18 or over - This is 100% fantasy.
In real life we should never be cruel or disrespectful towards anyone, especially if they are vulnerable in any way.
Loving, consensual sex is wonderful.
Coercive or non-consensual sex is illegal and harmful.
It shouldn't be so, but reading about such things can be erotic. That isn't to condone them or to encourage anyone to act in a similar fashion.
The characters in my stories are all over 18 and the settings are pure fiction.
CARLI (18) JOINS A MODEL AGENCY TO PAY HER WAY THROUGH UNIVERSITY
Carli was 16 when she started modelling. Most of her work then was for a well-known school outfitter.
When she was eighteen she was approached by an agency and invited along for an interview, and a photoshoot. It went very well. A lady photographer, Jenni, had taken some tasteful, cleverly lit photographs for their Catalogue. "Don't worry," she'd said when asking Carli to take her top off, "There'll be nothing you wouldn't feel comfortable showing your parents."
Afterwards the Agency people told her they were 100% sure of her getting plenty of well-paid work.
After a few formalities Carli was offered a contract, which she signed. Basically, she was to be on the books of the agency for three years, with a handsome down payment that would cover all her University fees. It was all she'd ever dreamed of. She signed without hesitation and without realising the full significance of some of the clauses in the contract. For instance Clause 2 (a) read:
'(i) in consideration thereof the aforesaid, Carli Peters, will attend filming or photoshoots assigned to her by the aforesaid Agency, iCandy Ltd. and/or their Associated Companies, as required; and
(ii) she will be photographed or filmed howsoever the Agency or their Associated Companies direct, on her own or with others ...'
And Clause 4, which stated in opaque legal language that the down payment would have to be repaid with interest of 25% pa in the event of the contract being terminated early.
To start with everything had gone extremely well. Carli's assignments had been plentiful and well paid. The most she'd had to do was show a little more flesh than she would have been comfortable doing in the street or at a party. She always had Jenni photograph her, and felt completely at ease. The payments had been transferred promptly into Carli's account and she'd got on with her studies knowing her expenses were all taken care of. How lucky she felt compared with some of her fellow students, who were having to take on jobs as cleaners and do other menial work.
After about six months things began to change. Instead of Jenni she was given a man, Gavin, whom she didn't take to at all. He was definitely good at his work but behaved abruptly towards her, barking commands and asking her to show more of herself. It wasn't pornographic, but Carli wasn't comfortable doing it. There was no hiding the fact that Gavin became aroused when he photographed her; added to which he kept touching places he shouldn't, on the pretext of needing to adjust her position to get the camera angle right.
A month or two later Gavin told her about working off the books, privately for him. Carli immediately declined; she had a very good idea what kind of work he wanted her to do. In fact she'd seen some of his work lying on a table in his studio; to say it was raunchy would be an understatement.
Things continued, with Gavin trying to get her to show more of herself and Carli politely refusing. Then, one day Gavin was gone and Jenni was back. She'd finished the shoot and they were saying goodbye when Jenni said, "Oh ... I nearly forgot. There's a letter for you from the agency."
When Carli got back to University she opened the letter and read it. An appointment had been made for her to have a medical. The letter went on to explain that it was iCandy's policy, as a good employer, to arrange periodic health checks for all its staff, as well as the models they used.
A week later Carli found herself waiting in the doctors' surgery. After ten minutes she was directed to Dr Harris in Room G.
Dr Harris turned out to be a middle aged man, with greying hair, a moustache, and twinkly blue eyes. He stood up from his desk wearing a long white coat, shook her hand, introduced himself, and directed her to an area with two chairs, one pink and one blue.
"Please take a seat," he said, pointing to the pink one, while he took the other.
Once they were both seated he picked up a clipboard from the table and began asking Carli a series of questions. It seemed he particularly wanted to know about her periods, her sexual history, and other personal information about boyfriends. He asked about her lifestyle, eating habits, whether she took regular exercise, whether she smoked, drank alcohol, took any medication or recreational drugs; and whether she had any diagnosed condition etc. etc.
Finally, after asking Carli a second time if she was a virgin, rather as if he doubted it, he seemed satisfied. Then he weighed her, measured her height, her bust, waist and hips, writing down each measurement on his form.
"Now Carli ... if you wouldn't mind popping behind the screen and undressing, I need to examine you. You'll find a gown to wear but otherwise I want you to remove everything ... then, when you're ready, climb up onto the examination chair and I'll come over you".
Carli undressed hesitantly and put on the gown. Unlike others she'd been given it was open at the front, with two cotton ties to preserve her modesty.
Once she was seated on the examination chair Dr Harris got up to join her. He began by asking her to open her mouth wide so he could check her dental and oral health. He listened to her heart and chest, then checked her pulse, blood pressure, pupils and hearing, looked inside her ears with his otoscope, and felt the glands under her jaw.
Then he asked if he could feel her breasts for any lumps. Carli consented; he opened the top of the gown and after looking intently at each breast he began to palpate the left one, and then the right. Satisfied that all was as it should be he moved down to feel her abdomen. Carli was now exposed to just above her pubic hair.
It seemed to take forever before he announced that he'd need to look lower down. Assuming her acquiescence he began undoing the lower tie, exposing her completely. Then he lifted her ankles into the stirrups and, turning a handle of some kind, adjusted them so her legs were spread as wide as they would go to expose her intimate female parts. For him it was just a routine part of his everyday work, but for Carli it was excruciating to have anyone see her like that, let alone a man. She coloured immediately and had a job to hold back her tears.
Dr Harris just ploughed on, with no regard at all for Carli's feelings. To one side of the chair there was a trolley with an array of instruments on a tray. Carli recognised some of them from examinations as a child but others were unfamiliar.
Dr Harris donned a pair of surgical gloves and told Carli, "I'm going to look inside, but first I need to take a peek at how you are outside". With that he parted her pubic hair to reveal the cleft of her vulva, before spreading her labia with his fingers. "Yes," he said "you are indeed a virgin my dear." Then, a little unprofessionally, he added, "Some young man is going to be very lucky indeed ... yes ... very lucky".
It felt to Carli as though Dr Harris spent an inordinate amount of time feeling around inside the folds of her most intimate flesh, as if he were teasing her or trying to arouse her. His fingers kept touching against her clitoris, until she had to ask him to stop, "I just need to pull back the hood my dear and I'll be finished with my external exam'.
Poor Carli had no choice but to lie there. She couldn't have moved however hard she tried. "Well dear ... you have a very healthy young vulva ... now I'll take a look inside your vagina". So saying he reached for what Carli knew was a vaginal speculum.
With his fingers prising her labia apart he tried to insert it. Carli cried out with pain. "Oh dear," he muttered, "that one's far too big ... I'll try another". The second one was too big as well. And the third. It was very painful. "You are very tight down here," Dr Harris added. To Carli's immense relief the next one seemed to be the correct size and Dr Harris set about inserting it through the vaginal opening. Once it was inside her he started to open it. It was an uncomfortable feeling having something expanding inside her, until she was stretched so wide it hurt. Once she was fully dilated Dr Harris picked up a little torch and shone it inside her. "Everything looks perfectly healthy young lady ... nice rugae all the way up ... healthy pink pigmentation ... your cervix looks fine ... well lubricated ... just a little tight for now but a boyfriend or two should soon fix that ... I think we're done down here".
With that he closed the stirrups, and released her ankles. "Now climb off here please and go over and lie on your front on the examination couch".
To Carli's relief there wasn't much more; just a quick temperature check with a thermometer inserted in her bottom, and a bit of listening with his stethoscope, and Dr Harris was finished with his examination. Carli got dressed and left the surgery, thankful that it was over and she'd managed not to cry.
A few days later Carli was contacted by the Agency with an assignment for her. "They want you nude," she was told. "There's no need to shave your lovely red pubic hair ... you'll be fine as you are".
Carli didn't understand how they seemed to know she had red pubic hair. She knew most girls shaved, but she'd never wanted to. And she was unsure about being asked to model in the nude.