She lay awake. Bored. Horny. Frustrated. Trapped. In her little room she kept so neat. Forbidden from pleasuring her own self. She'd always been such a very sexual and frankly horny person. She had always kept it to herself rubbing away at her pussy in the quiet dark alone at night. Now they had taken her clothes and blankets away when she tried to secretly rub herself to orgasm on her fourth night after her last film was made. They kept the light on too. She hadn't been allowed to have an orgasm since that scene. That scene was now two weeks in the past, and she could cry with frustration. Day after torturous day she did her best to distract herself.
Intrusive sexual thoughts prevailed. Thoughts of old sexual experiences, hot porn she had watched in the past, and even a few memories of her own experiences at the hands of her enslavers kept teasing at her. Her fantasies became darker than normal each day as her sexual frustration heightened.
She hated herself for this. For her need. Despite her terrible and unfortunate enslavement by these porn makers. Despite her hate for them and what they were doing to her. She hated herself more for needing those orgasms so so badly.
She lay on her bed in the lit room. Naked, tired, horny, and hopeless. She had no bargaining power. Her captors had all the time to wait her out. Her hands moved to her stomach unconsciously. Her fingertips began to lightly caress her toned yet soft abdomen (the result of strict exercise enforcement as well as diet control to keep her at a healthy curvy weight). She brushed her navel piercing. Something they'd given her when she first arrived. Her inner thighs were burning and she could feel herself moistening down there. She yearned to move her hand southward to graze her own labia. She knew her pussy would feel hot and swollen right now. But they would barge right in she knew. They would stop her surprisingly quickly! Sometimes she wondered how they were even pulling it off, but it really didn't matter how. The fact was she had no way out of this.
The next morning after her breakfast the fitness enforcer showed up. A new guy. Far more attractive than her usual... and shirtless... One thing about Emily... she adored men. She loved their bodies. She enjoyed gay porn when she lived in her previous life, cause the hot muscular men they usually featured. She adored their hot strong bodies and big gorgeous dicks. She always wore sunglasses at the beach so she could gawk openly.
Her mouth watered as she watched him. He kindly guided her through various routines all while she tried hard to keep from staring. Two weeks without orgasm was longer than she'd gone in years. Her mouth kept watering and fantasies were playing in her head. She considered dropping to her knees at one point.
He was a criminal however. She knew this and her current reality kept crashing back into her head keeping her from succumbing. The way he smiled at her though...
4 days later during her session with the hunky trainer she broke. He'd been so kind. Funny even making her laugh the way she hadn't in... months she realized.
And now they had it on camera when she finally dropped to her knees and let her eyes fall on his healthy bulge showing through his grey sweats.
He stood up straight. Smirking down at her. Kind still but arrogant suddenly. Her mouth watered again when she saw his cock start to engorge beneath the cotton material.
"What's up with you? We need to continue your work out. You've barely even sweated yet."
