The Photographer Sets to Work

Katy picked up her camera and glanced at the lens. She thought it odd there seemed to be a fingerprints on the lens, thinking little of it before cleaning it off diligently. This camera was her life, it was her eternal partner at seeking out wondrous places, perfect moments, and unrivalled wonder.

Sadly keeping her camera top of the line, with the best lenses, flashes, and tools meant often attending people's celebrations and soberly capturing them in all their glory, and sometimes disasters, then editing it into a perfect album sized gallery of perfect moments and good feelings for them to look back on through rose coloured glasses.

This wedding was no different, well aside from the fact she actually knew the married couple. Resentment still stewed inside Katy after the call she got from the bride after RSVPing. She felt it audacious that they invite her, then ask her to do the wedding photos as their wedding gift. Was she not invited to be a guest?

Still, Katy agreed. She was too nice to refuse.

Aiming the camera at the mirror, Katy gazed through the view finder and snapped a quick photo. A sudden shiver coursed through her. Something didn’t feel right about the picture, it felt almost as if something had blown through her very being.

Shivering her shoulders to shake the tingling remains of the odd sensation she pulled up the image on the viewfinder and smiled. Aside from the camera blocking her face she felt flattered by the image. Her straight bob cut framed the camera over her face, the strapless black dress hugging elegantly around her chest before neatly descending her lithe form.

Gazing upon the picture gave her a strange contentment, she dismissed how pleased she was with it, glancing at the slender watch on her wrist and gathering her things from the washroom counter. The family photos were supposed to shortly.

As the image disappeared from the viewfinder it found itself appearing upon a wall within the mirror realm. Bindy smiled happily upon its new twisted form. The corruption of Katy's camera that night would extend the Idol's reach massively, each picture delicately shaving off a piece of every soul it captured, planing them down smoothly until their very owners were entirely captured within its lens, or willingly sacrificed what little they had left.

Bindy smiled broadly at the image of the photographer, her dress peeled down to reveal her small breasts, and tiny pert nipples. The camera had coarsely peeled away a large chunk of her soul compared to what it would do to others this night, it needed to. Exposing her inner perversions, reducing her moral standards, giving exposure to deep dark depravities. It would worry about her inhibitions later. If they lasted.

How else would it use her to spread the Idol's corruption and in turn become one with her future soulless existence, and share the potential depravities they could capture.

Rushing out of the women’s washroom, camera bag slung over her shoulder Katy hurried to the ballroom's grand foyer. The wedding party and family had begun to gather for some group shots before the reception.

Katy gazed around confirming that the bride was yet to appear. Dismissing it as of little concern Katy set about grabbing some pictures. The bride was often last to arrive when photos were done this way. She and her maids off some where giddy with joy as they touched up

Katy managed to herd the groomsmen and their dates together, well the two who had dates. As the four men stood together arms intertwined with the two women framing them Katy took several quick snaps. Blinking for a moment Katy tried to shake an image from her mind. Did she see what she thought she saw?

Popping open the view finder to check, she scrolled through the multiple snaps of the groomsmen. As Katy scrolled through them the poses changed, the women were no longer on the outside, but instead in between two men each, a cock in each of their hands as they gazed at the camera seductively. Double taking a glance at what Katy thought she saw the image returned to normal, the camera’s realizing she wasn't yet ready for this.

The bridesmaids weren’t present yet, so Katy began to herd and organize the families on opposite sides of the room. The groom’s family was all gathered, but without the bride everyone was stuck on hold.

To pass the time Katy grabbed photos of the groom’s family with him. Yet again Katy for a moment could have sworn her photo was more scandalous than that which seemed present after a moment. Not to say Katy minded, as she found herself excited by the idea of the incestuous actions she had momentarily perceived in her photo.

Katy went about parsing the group for photos. Siblings, parents, grand parents, each providing a sensational impression before the picture seemed to become what had actually presented itself before the camera.

Finally, the bride had arrived, the normal order of group shots resumed. Each one giving Katy a much more perverse impression than what she actually took. Each one exciting and tantalizing Katy more and more with its ideas.

After about an hour of shifting people in and out of the various shots Katy felt her obligatory photo were complete. The bride and groom took positions at the foyer doors and alongside their wedding party began greeting the assorted guests left milling about.

Katy took photos of the handshakes, the wedding parties goofing around, the meandering of tables circling the dance floor seeking place setting names.

The bars quickly got crowded as the thirsty guests competed for their complimentary vices as the classical music calmly played out in the background. The DJ meanwhile running a checklist of their boards in prep for when their real job would begin. The dance.

Katy marvelled as the guests finally began seating so the wedding couple could make their grand entrance. Some how she had already filled up a memory card. Katy scrambled to swap it, mostly out of a growing desire for more of the perverse counter images of her photographs than the job she was here to do herself.

Before long Katy was circling grabbing photos of the guests enjoying their meals, the speeches, and assorted antics to get the newly weds to kiss.

“That was fantastic, could I possibly have another?” Katy heard one older gentleman ask the caterer as she removed the dessert dishes from the table.

“I’m sorry sir, there's only one per guest.” She politely replied the table posing for a group shot for Katy right after.

None of the people appeared in the mental image that passed through Katy's mind. Not unless they all turned into 20 year olds. The women were in various stages of disarray, bent over the table, on the table, all engaged in carnal acts with the other guests seated next to them

“Pity they didn’t have more of that dessert honey. I'd give anything for another slice.” The idle banter continued at the table as Katy turned to photograph the next one.

The caterer returned another dessert plate in hand. “Excuse me sir, I was told to bring this to you by the dessert chef.” Katy was impressed, in all her experiences she had never seen someone score second dessert so easily. Usually the bride or groom had to get involved.

Before long there was the last of the speeches, the introductory dances, and things went full tilt party. Katy was impressed how much she was enjoying herself for a change as she sipped on her third real drink of the night. She wanted to put the camera away, that would have been what she normally did at this point.

But she felt compelled to capture these festivities further. Excited by the perverse ideas that danced in her mind. It might even give her an ice breaker to meet someone for the night. All the sexy scandalous images that had danced through her head had her feeling especially excited tonight. She could see herself engaged with any number of the images her camera had presented.

Looking at the bride in her mermaid dress on the dance floor Katy paused for a moment… Wasn’t it a ball gown dress? Didn’t it have sleeves? Wasn't it a bright white? She considered glancing back at her picture only to have someone grab her eye as they entered

She had rarely seen a model that drew her with such attraction. She strutted along the back walls towards the DJ. Her cocktail dress looked more like something from a night club red carpet than a wedding. It’s crimson red, it’s short cut just below her ass, the deep V cut down to her navel displaying her pale skin and perfect large breast's side cleavage. Not to mention the black and white Mohawk that extended down between her shoulders, totally exposed in the bare back dress.

Katy watched as she visited the DJ, talking with him for a few minutes checking out his gear. Maybe a girlfriend or something Katy wondered moving towards the door her desired model entered through desiring just one picture.

The Idol was feeling it’s hold grow over the room. Katy's camera, the corrupted booze, the dessert, and the wedding parties touch ups when they arrived weaved around the room slowly composing a net. The crowd becoming increasingly compromised and malleable to its will and desire.