S-ENF-014 - REFERENCE

Item #: S-ENF-014
Object Designation: Reference

"Of course," said the woman with the green eyes and the Mediterranean complexion, "I've had a very, very long time to get good."

She took a step back, admiring her handiwork. The gallery was full of pictures. They covered the walls, from the floor all the way up to the ceiling. Oil paintings, watercolors, charcoal sketches, artsy black-and-white photographs, in every style from the Renaissance to the present day.

All of the same subject.

"Do you like that one?" she said, pointing to an excellent reproduction of Goya's Naked Maja, only with a different and far more **** model. "Wasn't easy to get all the shadows right. Took me days!"

"Mmff."

"Or what about this one?" The nut-brown woman indicated a version of The Birth of Venus. Venus bore a distinct look of panic on her face as she posed in her shell, her hands not quite in the right position to conceal her charming nudity. "No? Perhaps Nude Descending A Staircase is more to your liking? Can't see much of you in that, but I'm told if you understand art history it's really very clever."

"MMMFFF!"

"Oh, dear." The woman sighed. Her eyes traced boldly over the lovely form of Carol Song, who was standing in the middle of the gallery. Well, perhaps standing wasn't the right word. Carol was bound, arms and legs spread, inside a giant gilded picture frame, raised about a foot off the ground. "Can't you tell how much time I spent on this? Aren't you even a little bit pleased?"

"Mmff! Mmmfff!"

"Some people just don't appreciate art. Well, the world of art is going to appreciate you, Carol. I've sent out ever so many invitations to my little exhibition. In just a few short minutes the doors will open, and then... well, I think it's going to be a big success!"

"MMFF! MMMFFF!" Carol thrashed against her bonds, failing to shift the picture frame even slightly. Posed, spread-eagled, in the middle of the huge white room, there was no way anybody could miss her.

She was stark naked, of course. Strong shoulders, full breasts, dark nipples, a flat toned stomach, taut round bottom and powerful thighs. A neat landing strip of dark hair decorating her pussy. Close-cropped dark hair, furious eyes, bulging cheeks as she struggled to talk about the pair of sweaty orange panties that had been taped into her mouth.

Every bit the tough, competent, no-nonsense warrior woman. Stripped, defeated and publicly displayed.

The nut-brown woman smirked, looking her up and down. "It's so cute how mad you get," she said. "But who's that at the door? Are you ready, Carol? It's time to make your debut!"