Posing

She is not at all surprised when she hears that, alas, the next task will not have a choice. To be precise, there used to be a choice: she could pause for cameras clothed for a modest amount of points... Or nude for an amount several times the size. The host's smile looks almost genuinely embarrassed as he explains ever so politely that since she lost her clothes, only one option really is available. She could, of course, reverse the trade and get her underwear back and resume the caning... But despite Ellie's best effort to avoid it, the horror on her face is readable enough.

She does not even protest or complain. She knows it would only end with more humiliation as she is explained to, as if to a child who is not particularly bright, that she agreed, one way or another, to everything that is happening to her and the agreement she signed leaves her no reasonable choice. She only nods her understanding waits for close-up cameras to be rolled out... Along, it turns out, with some furniture.

It begins simply enough. A nude (obviously) of Ellie sitting down. Sitting back. Stretched on her tummy. Simply standing up. Standing with one hand resting on a desk. Then back on the sofa, this time on her back. Then things inevitably begin to get worse.

Ellie fondles her own breasts on camera, biting her lower lip as told. She pinches and pulls her nipples until they are sore; she then genuinely cannot tell for how long she was made to rub her clit... And at what point the drops excitement began to creep into the pool of humiliation. Soon after (and way before she would even begin to approach the edge) she is on all fours, opening her legs at different angles. At one point she has to reach behind herself and pull open her aching cheeks just in case there was still a part of her someone has not seen.

Somehow that is not the most exposure she reaches. Someone must have looked into her physical condition (as well as her psychological state and ways to manipulate it, obviously), because once she is on her back again she is helped to move her legs behind her head, slowly and carefully... But surely. Both her holes are jutted forward as the camera is clicking away, capturing those, her lined sore cheeks, her squeezed breasts and her face all in one frame. This is not how a feminist should look... But it is how this particular one does now.