the photographer and his assistant came in

"All right, miss. Please hold still while we set up the camera."

the photographer said to tanya

"Yes, sir," she said.

"And don't speak unless you're spoken to. You are a ****, after all."

"Yes, sir."

The camera snapped a few pictures, and the assistant moved the lights.

"Perfect, just perfect. Now, for the next part of the shoot, I want you to moan like you're being pleasured."

"Moan?" she was confused , why would she moan in a still photo but also aroused

"Yes, moan."

"But..."

"Do it!"

"Yes, sir."

She moaned, trying to sound convincing.

"That's good, keep going. A little louder."

She moaned louder.

"Perfect! Keep it up."

The camera flashed and the lights moved.

"Great! Now I want you to come, just like you're being fucked."

"But...I'm not...I can't..."

"You can, and you will. Now come, slut!"

She moaned and screamed, bucking her hips against the bench. Her body shuddered, and she felt her pussy contract.

"Amazing! That was perfect."

"Thank you, sir."

The photographer snapped a few more pictures, and then the shoot was over.

"That's a wrap, people! Great job!"

Tanya was untied, and her clothes were handed to her. She quickly dressed and walked out of the studio, her mind racing.