Flash photography with a side of taunting

Mackenzie's cries were met with a reply from a deep, masculine voice a few feet ahead in the dark. "That's a nice look, miss."

The voice seemed to echo along the hard walls around Mackenzie, in a way that made her feel surrounded, ****. She instinctively attempted to cover herself again, pulling against the artificial vines the ensnared her, resulting only in her becoming aware of exactly how exposed she was, and causing her large breasts to continue shacking in the open air, a fact not lost on her anymore. A deep crimson blush consumed Mackenzie as the overbearing weight of shame came crashing down on her. She was almost certain someone else was with her in the darkness, that they could see her, and that they were responsible for stealing her dress, but a part of, a small part of her, hoped it wasn't true. That maybe her dress simply got caught on some fixture in the dark she couldn't see, that she really was alone, and she would just run into a manakin, jump out of her skin thinking she had ran into the person who had stolen her dress only to find it in the grasp of a stiff, lifeless plastic hand. The deep voice in the darkness dispelled this lingering delusion, and the comment on her appearance meant the speaker could see her, her bare breasts and perky pink nipples, and her bright red landing strip pointing downward like an arrow to her naked and thoroughly aroused pussy. And she was completely incapable of stopping him from looking.

A bright flash erupted in the darkness like a bomb, it blinded Mackenzie, but the sound of a digital click told her everything she needed to know as to its cause.

"No, please." Mackenzie called out.

The voice in the darkness replied only by snapping another picture, then he took another a few seconds later, and then again, and again, each one was taken at a different angle and each one was somehow more humiliating than the last. A full frontal shot, face and all, was taken first, then there was a close up shot of her breast angled just right to capture the look of shock and shame on Mackenzie's face (not to mention making her already large breasts look colossal), and then an almost tasteful side shot, which would have felt restrained to Mackenzie, if the flash hadn't revealed her neatly folded dress to her left beside her feet, making this whole impromptu nude photoshoot look like her idea, and most humiliating of all, was the final flash of light, taken right between her open legs. All the while Mackenzie's anonymous photographer remained obscured to her, the bright flashes illuminating only a pale hand in the shadows.

"P-please, stop. I-I need h-help." Mackenzie muttered, her tongue tripping over her words after every flash.

"Help?" The deep voice replied. Mackenzie could feel the man's hot breath on her inner thigh and against her exposed lips as he spoke, which caused an involuntary shiver.

"With what?" The man asked, his voice dripping with glee, his hot breath trailing coyly across the bare skin of her belly as he rose from the floor.

"This?" The man said whilst firmly grasping Mackenzie's bare breast with a large, calloused hand. He wasn't gentle, he was groping her greedily and harshly in a way that made Mackanzie feel like an object, a toy for this stranger's pleasure, and the pain, the shame, the pleasure, and the openness of it all fell into one cruel, exiting cauldron which made her shudder and shake. She bit her lip trying to ignore the sensation of it all, to focus on anything other than the overwhelming tidal wave of contradicting, but somehow complimentary emotions, but she couldn't. Every time she felt the stiff callous skin of the man's hand grind against her hard nipple, she gasped, and every time he pinched them, she moaned.

"Or the cameras?" Were the words he said that finally **** Mackenzie to pull herself together.

"Cameras!?" she yelled. More pictures of her she thought, pictures of her flashing her pussy in the darkness, flashing her tits and ass, running naked, completely uncovered in the dark, getting trapped like this, and now moaning into the hands of an anonymous groper. Her stomach curled; her eyes widened, and her pussy spasmed, more people could see her, could have been watching her the entire time, could be watching her right now, could be saving these recordings for themselves or making copies to give away to friends. All these emotions hit her at once, and they all poured into that tempestuous cauldron of complementarily contradicting emotions until it was bubbling up and out of her, until she couldn't tell if she was going to puke, or if she was going to cum. And all the while the anonymous man continued to eagerly grope and pinch at her sensitive breasts.

"Don't worry, the cameras are unmanned. They just create recordings, and they only check them if there's reason too." The words tempered the storm of emotions Mackenzie was feeling as he uttered them.

"And I plan on collecting them regardless of your answer... to add to my personal collection of course." the man said, the wicked smile audible on his face even in the crushing darkness.

"The question is, which do you want me to take care of first? The cameras?" He withdrew his hand from Mackenzie's breast as he spoke, making her suddenly aware of how **** she was to be touched, how much she needed release.

"Or..." he said, as he leaned in, not stopping until his denim jacket began to grind against her other breast, made somehow more sensitive by the lack of attention it had held before, stopping just close enough for the warm air from the man's breathing to play across her ear.

"This?" he said, the word traced across her ear and made her toes curl, even as the man placed his hand just beneath her belly and began to slowly slide it lower. A battle was being raged in Mackenzie's mind, one between need and **** desire. Even as his rough fingers started to trace their way through her landing strip, she couldn't deny her rampant lust, even though she knew more people could enter at any time, even though she knew it would mean the cameras would record even more, Infact as those thoughts raced a crossed her mind, her pussy spasmed again and again. Just as the man's hand left her landing strip it stopped, it was so close to her clit, so close to letting her finally cum, without her having to speak, to air the final humiliation of asking a stranger to make her cum. Mackenzie's hips thrusted forward with a mind of their own compelled by **** instinct to collect on the offer Mackenzie was too self-conscious to accept.

"Well?" the man asked expectingly, his patience wanning and the feel of his touch softening as his hand began and imperceptible retreat. Mackenzie **** herself to speak, even before she knew the answer, the words emerging feint and tangled from wavering lips.

"F-fuck... I-I"