Exploting Argent
It was Argents first time in New York. She was only nineteen
and a California native sent to live with her Aunt in Queensboro.
Told it was only a vacation to get away from her screwed up
life for a month or so. She had been seeing too many men and
couldnt seem to settle on just one. Her father grew tired
of making up alibis and watching her sleeze around town,
staying out all night and sleeping all day. He begged his
cousin to take her in. The cousin had just divorced and was
trying to make it on her own for the first time despite her
ex-husbands financial cripling.
So they moved Argents many suitcases into her aunts flat
on the third floor of a section known as Corona, New York.
It was just a hop, skip and a jump from the Queensboro bridge.
New York was like a pit bull tied to a chain link fence to Argent.
Like it was just waiting to attack anyone who got close enough
to get jaws on. But you could walk by with relative confidence
so long as you kept one eye on the thing the whole time.
Argent dreamed of being a model and had only agreed to the
whole vacation idea because she knew that New York was the
only other place other than LA where she could get the break
shed been waiting for. Sure shed done some back cover
teen magazine ads but nothing that meant anything other
than time behind the camera. New York she thought had to
be even better than Los Angeles to make it big.
When Argent opened the paper there was a huge section offering
modeling jobs and she squealed with excitement as she ran
to the phone to get started. After getting started calling
she soon had several appointments made and it was an eye
opener her first interview! She got the job alright but
New York modeling jobs were not what she thought they were.
The building was in Midtown and it didnt look like a successful
big budget company. All the windows were tinted up and she
couldnt see into it at all. It was a desolate run down place,
with a drug store on the ground floor and three floors up
above that was suite f, her destination. The Agency name
was NYC Talent Producers.
She opened the door and made her way up the cedar smelling
old wooden staircase to Suite F. Once inside she was greeted
by a scraggly looking man with glasses who stood in front
of an endless maze of curtains and dark dividers that hid
an entire warehouse full of makeshift rooms.
Well have to take a physical first of course, he eyed
her up and down like a crow, Follow me...
He motioned towards a steel gurnie and she went to sit but
was startled at his shrill voice, Ahh ah ah now now yoooor
gonna have to get undressed first miss. a wirey thin smile
followed almost mocking her.
She began to strip down with her back to him and when she got
down to her slip she stopped and turned around and jumped
up onto the gurnie.
The man took out a stethescope and listened to her breasts
one at a time it was about to the point that she was going to
bolt. When he stopped finally and pulled out a thin needle
stating it was needed for an allergy test. Before she could
protest and run for her clothing it was pricking her arm
and she grew dizzy immediately. His face was smiling above
her and it began to circle as she felt his hand grab her hair
in the back and pull her into a laying position. She then
blacked out.
It wasnt anything more thana groggy silly dream she said
to herself as she felt herslef come out of a deep sleep by
strange sensations coming from her nkaed skin. Naked?
She lifted her eyelids in a panic, but they were the only
thing she could seem to move. That and the ability to let
out a quiet slow moan that sounded distant to her own ears.
There was a large light above her and what seemed to be surgeons
with masks on hovering over her.
She felt the cool feeling of steel and the pinching sting
of hemostats. Her numbed legs felt strangely foreign to
her but if the mirrors all around her told the truth she was
spread eagle and secured by pieces of wire attached to her
ankles, wrists, nipples, and pussy lips. She was afraid
for her life and then she remembered it was all a silly dream.
A man wearing only a surgeons mask, stethoscope, and Doctors
Labcoat which was left wide open to show his cock and balls
was pacing next to her, beating a tiny little hammer in his
other hand.
He looked closely into her eyes and said something
she couldnt make out, but it didnt look good.
He was shaking his head and motioning to her body before
he stepped back and five other men dressed the same stepped
forward each carrying some tool she didnt quite recognize.
She tried to protest and he shot her a blood shot gaze and
smiled revealing his rotten blackened teeth. It sent shivers
down her spine and gave her gooseflesh. He circled around
her paralyzed body looking and let his finger glide upon
her gooseflesh with the recognition of what must have been
anticipation of the goosebumps arrival. Like he had been
waiting for them all along before doing whatever he had
planned on doing to her.
He raised then hammer he held and lubricated it grotesquely
as her brought it up to her clit which was held exposed by
a spreader set to maximum lip spread.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Argggggh! She moaned, unable to move but
able to feel like never ever before He grinned and lowered
his pointed evil tongue down to her pussy and licked it in
a sick and primal slurping way. Laughing at her horror he
stopped suddenly and looked at her with such cruelty that
she felt fear strike her again, before being distracted
by the motion suddenly around her as the men encircled her,
each tool in each hand ready to get started obviously.....