Extra 11

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Lenneth awoke to the scent of perfume all around her, a heady mixture that tickled her nose and made her want to sneeze. She was slow to realize the scent wasn’t coming from her, but from the pillows and bed sheets she lay upon, the perfume being sprayed liberally into the material. She wrinkled her nose, fighting back the sneeze, even as she opened her eyes.

A pale brown ceiling was the first thing she saw, a wooden canopy built over the bed, translucent curtains draped over the sides. The curtains were pulled back, tied with a sash, offering her a clearer view of the room. Lenneth frowned, not recognizing the place she found herself in, and she struggled to sit up, body feeling heavy with sleep. She went to lift her arms, and though her muscles were in perfect working condition, Lenneth found herself straining to move them. She discovered the reason why soon enough, finding her hands were bound behind her back, thick cord looped around her wrists. It dug into her skin the more she moved, rubbing her wrists raw as she jerked and pulled, wondering why she couldn’t snap the rope with ease.

With a sigh, Lenneth was falling back against the pillows, the thump of her body causing perfume to waft upwards. She let out a huff of air, blowing her bangs out of her eyes, staring down the length of her body. Again the frown was on her face, an expression that was becoming familiar to her lips, as she viewed the strange garments that covered her body. There was lace, lots and lots of it, sewn into the frame of the tight fitting bodice she wore. Lace on her sleeves, which tied off into ribbons with looping coils at her elbows, and lace along the ruffles of her skirt.

That skirt was short, scandalously so, flashing glimpses of her thighs beneath white crinoline skirts that caused the dark material to flare out. Stockings were on her legs, stopping mere inches above her knees, and heeled slippers were on her feet. Tiny bows decorated the front of the shoes, twinkling with fake diamonds in the center. Her outfit was colored in light colors, pale blues and lavenders, chosen to compliment the color of her hair.

It made her feel like a doll, put on display for the whim of whomever this bed belong to. She didn’t like it, and Lenneth began struggling again, ignoring the sting of pain the ropes caused, fighting to break free of her bonds. She barely took notice of footsteps creeping towards the bed, their owner taking care to keep from making too much noise. It wasn’t until he stopped at the foot of the bed, hands resting on the base board that she glanced up.

A gasp almost escaped her, but Lenneth held it in, staring at the man leaning over the bed. He was tall, with chocolate brown hair that fell messily into his eyes. Eyes that were a gleaming purple, and made larger by the spectacles he wore on his face. “Lezard!” She cried out, naming him.

“Lenneth…” He purred out her name, lips turning up into a pleased smile as his eyes leisurely roamed over her body from head to toe. “I trust you had a pleasant sleep?”

“You drugged me!” She accused, pushing up off the pillows. “Plied me with your poison drink!”

“It was only a simple sleep aid…” Lezard explained, still wearing that infuriating grin. “Hardly harmful.”

“Spare me your lies.” She gave him a withering glare, jerking hard on her wrists. “Untie me this instant!” She ordered, though he made no move to approach her. Instead he watched her, eyes amused as she twisted and turned, skirt flashing him her panties. It was an opportunity he couldn’t resist, and he reached for the strap around his neck, lifting up a small wooden object.

A sound was heard, a subtle click, and a bright light went off. Lenneth let out a small shriek, surprise on her face, her struggles stilled for the moment. Her blue eyes were wide, and she stared at him, mouth hanging open. Again he couldn’t resist, and his finger moved, clicking sound repeated as a flash went off. Lenneth’s eyes fell close from the light, and Lezard imagined he could see the tremble in her body.

“Haven’t you ever seen a camera before?” He asked, lips quirking upwards in amusement.

“A…camera?” She repeated the word slowly, testing out the sound on her lips.

“Yes.” Lezard nodded, holding up the camera for her to see. “It’s a new invention the humans have come up with.”

“Er….what does this camera do?” Lenneth asked, her eyes suspicious.

“Why it captures an image onto paper….remarkably device, isn’t it?” He tore his gaze away from her to glance fondly down at the square shaped box in his hands.

“Why would you want to do something like that?” She questioned, confused.

“For…memories, for laughs…” He shrugged, and held the box up before his face again. “Smile Lenneth…”

“No…” She said, and flinched back when the light flashed once more. “Is this why you dressed me up in this ridiculous outfit?”

“It’s not ridiculous…” Lezard said, glancing at her through the lens of the camera. “It’s really quite fetching on you.” Click went the camera, causing Lenneth to see the afterimage of it’s flash. She was still trying to blink away the light, when Lezard got one knee up on the bed, leaning over her. The camera hung down by his waist, ignored for the moment as Lezard’s hand reached for her.

Lenneth tried to squirm away, but he quickly caught her, one hand holding her still as the other worked open the buttons on the front of her bodice. “What are you doing Lezard?” She asked warily, watching as he revealed a line of flesh down the front of her top. His fingers poked and prodded at the material, pushing it aside to reveal just a hint of nipple. She shivered at the smile on his face, finding it utterly creepy, even as he leaned back, hands picking up the camera once more.

A rapid succession of clicks, Lezard capturing his muse on the canvas of his choice, Lenneth squirming, bodice opening up further, her breasts threatening to spill out from her struggles. Each flash of the camera caught a new moment on film, Lezard laughing and murmuring encouragement’s to Lenneth, telling her to look pretty for him, to pose and to smile. She glared, she glowered, she snarled, each expression captured by Lezard, the man moaning out gleefully.

“The camera loves you Lenneth!” Lezard told her excitedly, his hand reaching for her skirt. Lenneth lifted up a leg, trying to kick his precious camera out of his other hand. “Careful!” He told her, managing to just avoid her foot smashing into his new toy.

“Go to Hel!” She hissed in reply, even as he tugged on her skirt, pulling it down past her knees. Lower and lower it went, until he slid it off her feet, tossing it onto the floor. Quick as can be, he was taking her picture once more, laughing as she tried to turn away to avoid him. Lezard danced around the bed, crawling from side to side, keeping Lenneth in view, not letting her hide.

A wicked idea was forming in his mind, and his hand dropped to his belt, Lezard fumbling one handed to get it open. Lenneth made a dismayed noise, though she seemed resigned to her fate. She watched him, and the apprehension in her eyes left him torn over whether to open his pants or to get a shot of her face in this moment. The blood that flowed to his groin quickly ruled out the picture taking, and with a frustrated cry he had his pants torn open, half erect cock lifting free of it’s confines.

Click went the camera, capturing Lenneth’s gasp on film. She inched up against the pillows, trying to back away from him, even as Lezard crawled on top of her body, wide grin on his face. He straddled her waist, and she squealed, body bucking in an attempt to knock him off. Lezard merely laughed, and let his full weight settle in on her, holding her down. He rubbed his erection against her, hand guiding it between her breasts.

Click went the camera, the visual proving too much for him. His hands shook, staring through the lens at his cock nestled between her plump breasts, Lezard moaning. Lenneth was making sounds, delightful arousing cries that made Lezard wish the camera could capture noise as well as images. With a thrust of his hips, and a one handed grip on her breasts, he was muttering to himself. Exclaiming over how soft she was, moaning in delight even as he tried to take another picture.

Soon the camera was all but forgotten, Lezard dropping it to grip both of her breasts, squeeze them around his cock. He was panting, moaning her name as he pumped and thrusted his hips into her supple tits. Again and again, the friction driving him mad. Lenneth was squealing, angrily yelling at him, disgust and dismay competing for dominance on her face.

With a scream of her name, he was coming, spurting out his fluid onto her skin, spots of it hitting her in the face. Lenneth cried out as though she was in pain, even as his cock spurted out more of the sticky cum, decorating her collarbone with the white droplets. Panting and wheezing, Lezard slowly came off his blissful high, staring down at Lenneth’s mussed face. With a grin, and shaking hands, he lifted the camera, centering it on her face.

Click went the camera, even as Lenneth screamed.