Danneel’s Photo Shoot Experience – One Year Later
By: Doctor Doom
Celeb: Danneel Harris
Codes: MF, nc, oral, anal, mDom, humil
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction and never actually happened. If you are under 18 years of age or an easily offended adult you should stop reading this story.
Author’s Note: This story is the sequel to Danneel’s Photo Shoot Experience, which can be found elsewhere on the site. Comments, complaints, and/or feedback can be posted on the forum or sent to email@example.com.
Danneel Harris once again had a photo shoot for Maxim magazine. A year earlier she had done a spread in the well-known men’s publication in an effort to promote a couple of upcoming films featuring her. This year was no different.. She had a couple more films on the horizon, and, Sally, her agent had figured that since last year’s shoot had been such a success in getting the actress some attention, there was no reason to expect anything any different this time around. Of course, Danneel again wasn’t going to be the cover girl. Last year it was Avril Lavigne on the cover of the March issue, and this year it was Eliza Dushku on the cover of the March issue.
Danneel understood the politics of show biz and wasn’t bothered about not being on the cover. What did bother her were the memories of what she was forced to endure at the end of last year’s shoot when she fell for the advances of Mark, the photographer, and then let things with him get completely out of hand. She had cried herself to sleep many times in the past year as she remembered how he had made her feel so completely helpless as he unmercifully ravaged her body. She was thankful that she hadn’t gotten pregnant from the whole ordeal and that no one had found out, but with this shoot scheduled once again, for the same magazine and the same month no less, she couldn’t help feeling slightly overcome with emotion as she drove to the private studio her agent had told her to be at.
This year’s shoot wouldn’t be as elaborate as the previous one. Danneel didn’t mind the idea of just being in a studio this time around. The trip last year to the California hills had started out nice, but ended so horribly. Danneel made an effort to block out all of her horrible memories as she found a place to park on the downtown Hollywood street. She had to spend a couple of minutes looking for a space, but finally found one across the street from the building she had to be at. She stepped out of the car and got her bag with the clothes the magazine had picked out for her to pose in. She already knew her agent wouldn’t be here today, since Sally had an appointment in New York. She also knew there wouldn’t be a stylist on sight and had already been to a salon to get fixed up before arriving.
Danneel walked across the street and stepped into the office building where she had been told the photographer’s studio would be. She got in the elevator and went up to the tenth floor, which her agent had told her was entirely owned by the photographer. Danneel stepped out of the elevator and into a hallway with a single door that read: Baylor Photography.
Danneel stepped into the studio, but didn’t immediately see a photographer or any sort of staff. She looked around for a couple of minutes. The lights were already set up, as was the backdrop along with some props for the shoot. And then, her eyes fell on the desk in the corner of the room and the pictures on top of it. In several small frames facing Danneel were the pictures Mark had taken of her from a year ago after he had just finished raping her. Danneel felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach, a lump develop in her throat, and tears well in her eyes. How could she not have asked who the photographer would be for this shoot? She had never really paid any attention to Mark, and hadn’t even realized that she never thought to learn what his last name was. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and tried to call Sally. Maybe she could tell her agent that she suddenly wasn’t feeling well and get out of the shoot.
“Damn,” she said as she hung up her phone, frustrated that all she was able to get was her agent’s voicemail.
“Well, hello sexy,” Mark said as he walked into the room. “I stepped out to get a cup of coffee. I see you’ve had time to take a look around.”
Danneel couldn’t stand the thought of being alone in a room with Mark. She tried to gather herself as best she could, but as she turned around to face him she already had tears running down her face.
“Mark, please don’t hurt me,” she whined.
“Hurt you,” he asked as he walked toward her, putting his coffee on the desk and taking her wardrobe bag out of her hand. “Danneel, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, but I don’t see why it should be painful.”
“Please Mark, I’ll do anything,” she said as he began to lean toward her. She felt the back of her legs bump up against the desk as she tried to put some distance between herself and her tormenter.
Mark dropped the bag. “Oh, I know you’ll do anything. I haven’t shown those private photos to anyone, and I’m guessing you want to keep it that way.”
She nodded her head, not even able to look him in the eyes.
“Good, now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” he said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “You remember the hard way, don’t you?”
Again, all she could do was nod her head. After a few seconds she finally found her voice, “Okay, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Oh, so you weren’t into the rough stuff up in the hills were you? Fine, you be a good girl, and I’ll try to be as gentle as I can. But Danneel, you better understand something. I’m not going to put up with any shit. You don’t have any cards here, and you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do like last year. I’m going to fuck you, fuck you hard, and make you scream like the little slut that you are. Is that understood?”
Danneel hated how powerless she really was in this situation, but she knew everything Mark had just said was true. “Fine, just get it over with.”
Mark grinned, “Oh no, you see, it ain’t gonna be that easy. We’re gonna be here for as long as I say we’re gonna be here. I gave my staff the day off, and I haven’t blown a load for weeks, since I knew you were coming today. So, how about a little foreplay,” he said as he grabbed the actress around the waist and leaned toward her, giving her a long passionate kiss.
Danneel gave a muffled scream as Mark let his tongue slide into her mouth. He leaned her back over his desk, scattering his work onto the floor and then moved away from her lips, planting soft kisses on her neck. Danneel could do nothing but lay on the desk, hoping Mark wouldn’t make her torment last terribly long. She gave a short gasp as she felt a hand slide up underneath her blouse and cup one of her breasts.
“Ouch,” she whined as Mark pinched her nipple.
He quit kissing her for a moment and looked down at her lying on his desk. “Let’s see just how cooperative you’re ready to be,” he said as he pulled her off his desk and threw her on the floor. “On your knees bitch. Let’s see if you still give decent head.”
Danneel got to her knees, totally embarrassed at just how much control Mark had over her. She crawled over to him, knowing it was better if he didn’t have to tell her everything she was expected to do, and unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly, letting his erect cock spring toward her face as she pulled his boxers down. She could see a little bit of precum on the tip and hesitated for just a moment.
“Go ahead, Danneel. Suck it, and don’t tell me you don’t let guys cum in your hot little mouth, because this time, I fully intend to.”
Danneel took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate. She knew this would only be the beginning of a long day as she wrapped a hand around Mark’s shaft and leaned toward his throbbing member. Slowly, she let her lips slide around his cock and let her tongue massage it.
“Oh, that’s right you little whore,” Mark moaned, “Suck my cock.”
Danneel had tears streaming down her pretty face, she wanted so much to be anywhere else in the world, but knew her sole purpose at that moment was pleasing this man who she absolutely despised. She tried not to think about what he would do to her if she failed in any way to satisfy his lusts.
Mark began running his fingers through her soft red hair, sliding her head back and forth along his shaft. After another few minutes he began rocking his hips toward her face.
Danneel knew what was coming next. She tried to back away, but Mark grabbed two handfuls of her hair and kept her from getting away. He pumped her mouth hard and finally came in her mouth with a loud satisfying grunt, letting his seed spray the back of her throat, not pulling out until he was completely done blowing his load.
He stepped back and admired his work, Danneel Harris in front of him, on her knees, with a mouthful of his cum.
“Go ahead, Danneel, swallow it, all of it, like the little slut that you are.”
It took everything she had for Danneel to convince herself to swallow Mark’s seed. Her face contorted as she swallowed every last drop, thinking it was the worst thing she had ever tasted.
“That’s right, get used to my taste, cause there’s a lot more where that all came from,” he taunted her cruelly.
Danneel stayed on the floor for a moment, coughing violently and feeling like she was about to vomit. Mark pulled his pants up and walked behind his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a towel, throwing it down in front of the actress.
“Here’s a towel for you. I got a feeling you’re gonna need one a couple of times during the day.”
Danneel just picked up the towel and held it to her chest like some kind of odd security blanket. She was too depressed and humiliated to respond to any of Mark’s torments, and she knew this was just the beginning.
“There’s a dressing room through that door,” Mark said as he pointed across the room. “Get your first outfit on, and fix up your hair and makeup a bit while I get the camera ready.”
Danneel nodded her head slowly and stood up. She tried to collect her thoughts as she picked up her wardrobe bag and went to the dressing room.
A few minutes later, Danneel returned from the dressing room wearing a pair of gray panties and a dark blue bra. Mark had her stand in front of the backdrop and snapped several photos of her. To her credit, Danneel was able to compose herself enough to appear sexy and pose for the shots.
“Oh yeah, Danneel, that a girl. Make the guys who are looking at your pictures want to fuck you.”
Danneel hung her head in shame, wondering just what people would think of these pictures if they knew all she had to go through just to pose for them.
“Of course,” Mark taunted her, “Some guys are gonna fantasize about fucking you, some might even jerk off to these photos, but me, well I really am gonna fuck you.”
Tears were once again streaming down Danneel Harris’s face as she looked up to see Mark putting the camera down and walking toward her. She tried to back up, but only ended up finding herself with her back completely up against the wall with Mark right in front of her, leaving her nowhere to hide.
He gave a sly grin as he pulled her bra down, revealing her luscious breasts and leaned in to give them soft, gentle kisses. He ran his tongue around each of her nipples, enjoying the way her body tensed beneath him due to his unwanted advances. Danneel brought her hands up to her face, trying to hide her shame and disgust, and cried continuously in her hands. Mark slid down her body, planting more soft kisses onto her firm stomach. He was now kneeling in front of her and slid a finger underneath her panties.
“Ooooh,” Danneel gave a soft, unwilling moan as Mark inserted a digit into her reluctant snatch.
Mark continued to grin from ear to ear, knowing this time he had all the control from the start, and began sliding his finger back and forth in and out of her. Danneel hated this entire situation, and she hated it even more once she found herself starting to get wet.
“Ooooh, ah, nooooo,” Danneel whined as Mark pulled her panties down off of her and inserted another finger into her snatch. She decided now was a good time to try to play to Mark’s desires and see if he might decide to lessen her torment. “Oooooh, please Mark, fuck me. Don’t make me wait anymore,” she said through her tears, barely believing she was actually speaking such words.
Mark stood up in front of her and pulled her hands away from her face. “So, you want me to fuck you, do you?”
She looked at him and nodded, trying to be as seductive as possible given the circumstances.
“Well, I think you’re just trying to make things go a little quicker than I plan. And I plan on making things last a good long time,” he said as he knelt back down in front of her and started eating her out.
“Noooooo, uuunnnhhhhh,” Danneel cried as Mark began running his tongue up and down her nicely shaved snatch.
Mark ate her out for several minutes, focusing on her clit once it finally made an appearance. Danneel started to feel somewhat light headed, and her legs began to tremble slightly as she started to feel an orgasm approach.
“Uhn, ughn, ahhhh, noooooooo, uuuuhhhhhhnnnnnn,” Danneel screamed and pounded her fists against the wall behind her as her body gave in to the unwanted pleasure Mark was giving to her.
Mark stood up and walked away from her as Danneel slid to the floor, crying and ashamed.
“I think it’s time for another wardrobe change, Danneel,” he said as he grabbed another towel from his desk and wiped her juices off of his face.
Without a word, Danneel got up and made her way back to the dressing room to change and once again clean up.
The next outfit Danneel was set to model consisted of a pair of pink and white panties with a dark gray bra. Mark pulled out a set of balloon props for her to pose with and snapped a few more shots, as Danneel did her best to smile while all along knowing she was in for more of his unwanted advances.
“Very good, Danneel. I think that’s all the photos I’ll be taking for that outfit.”
Danneel started to make her way back to the dressing room.
“Oh, Danneel, where do you think you’re going?”
Danneel stopped, what would it take for this to end.
“Turn around, and lose the panties. And then, lie down on your back.”
Danneel hated how Mark was enjoying every last bit of this, but complied without saying a word.
As Danneel got ready, as Mark had commanded, he opened another drawer at his desk and pulled out a rather large dildo.
“No,” Danneel whined, “you fucking bastard, don’t do it. Just fuck me. Fuck me and get it over with damn you,” Danneel said as she started to try to get up off of the floor.
Mark tackled her and kept her pinned down.
“No, don’t fucking do this, ooooowwwwww,” she screamed as Mark spread her legs and rammed the fake cock into her snatch all the way to its base.
“That’s it, scream you little slut.”
“Ooooooooowwwww, ooouuuccchhhh,” she cried in pain as he began running the fake dick in and out of her once again moistening pussy. “It hurts, please, uhn, take, uh, take it ooooouuuuttttt, aaaaahhhhh.”
He continued to fuck her with the fake dick, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for my cock up inside of you.”
“Uuhhhnnnn, alright, uhhnnn, fuck me, Mark, uuugghhhh. I, uhhhnnnn, want, aaahhh, your big fat, aarrrgghhhh, coccckkkk,” she screamed trying to once again appease him.
“Yeah, I know you do, you little slut, but you’re not getting it. Not yet,” he said as he continued to slide the dildo in and out of her snatch.
Danneel couldn’t believe how her body was betraying her. It was humiliating getting off on nothing more than a rubber dick. She didn’t want Mark to see her like this, but she had no choice. Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment as tears continued to flow down her face. “Ooohhhh, fuuuuuuccckkkkk, not this, nooooooo, aaahhhhhhhgggggg,” she screamed and came all over the fake cock.
Mark pulled the dildo out of her, and sadistically waved it in front of her face. “You know, Danneel, you taste delicious. But don’t take my word for it, see for yourself,” he said as he placed the fake cock on her lips.
“Danneel tried to shake her head, “No—
Mark rammed the fake cock into her mouth. “Clean up after yourself, you little bitch. Drink your own fucking cum like you did mine when you got here.”
“Mmmmmmm,” Danneel cried as Mark ran the fake dick around the inside of her mouth. She knew all she could do was go along with everything he said, and defeated, began to suck on the fake cock.
After several minutes, Mark finally removed the dildo from Danneel’s mouth. The actress was in a state of shock. She knew Mark was becoming totally aroused through all of this, taking joy in embarrassing her to no end, and had a feeling the worst was still to come.
“Now you can go change, Danneel,” Mark said as he stood up from her and walked over to check his camera.
It took several extra minutes for Danneel to touch up her hair and makeup during the next wardrobe change. She stepped out of the dressing room, this time wearing a pair of light blue panties with a black and white leopard print bra, and a pair of black high heels. Once again, Mark took several photos of her using the balloon props before putting his camera down at his desk.
“Now what,” Danneel asked wondering if this day would ever end..
“Turn around please,” Mark said with another sick grin.
Danneel did as she was told and faced the wall. She felt Mark walk up behind her. He grabbed her hands and placed them up against the backdrop, and then slid his hands down to her breasts, massaging them roughly. He leaned up against her, letting her feel his hard cock through his jeans rub up against her ass.
“I told you I was going to make you beg for my cock, you little bitch. So do you want it?”
Danneel nodded her head slowly, knowing that all she could do was agree with him, lest she wanted to make the situation harder on herself.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Mark, please fuck me with your big cock. I need it now,” she said trying to sound as sexy as she could, but doing a less than convincing job given the tears that were again pouring from her eyes.
“I thought so,” he said as he unfastened his belt and zipper, letting his erect cock spring out of his boxers.
He ripped her panties off of her, and lined his cock up with her snatch.
“Ooooohhhhhh,” she moaned as he slowly slid his entire length up inside of her.
“You’re an actress. Sure you can smile in a couple of pictures, but I want you to pretend you’re enjoying this.”
She nodded her head, “Oooooohhhhh, Mark, ugh, fuck meeeeeeee,” she whined trying to sound pleased with the situation.
“I’ll give you an A for effort,” he said as he started to ram his cock in and out of her snatch.
“Oooooohhhhh, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh,” Danneel screamed, surprised at how fast he was going right from the very start now that he really was finally up inside of her.
Mark was pumping her long and hard, so hard, that Danneel was having a hard time keeping from banging her head up against the wall.
“Ooooooo, Mark, uhn, uhn, uh, uh, oooooooohhhhhhh.” It was no use. Even though she didn’t want to enjoy what Mark was doing, this was now the third time today that he was stimulating her pussy.. She cried, letting the tears roll down her face and onto her breasts, as she realized he once again wasn’t wearing a condom. Through all of this, she hated the idea that she might end up getting pregnant thanks to him.
“Oh, uhn, fuuuucckkkkk, nooooo, agghhhhhh,” she screamed again as he continued to pound away on her sensitive pussy. And then, for some reason, he stopped pounding her. He slowly pulled out of her.
“Now what,” she asked, feeling confused.
He spun her around to face him, “I remember last year, how you wanted me to use a condom.” He reached down in his pocket and pulled out a rubber. “This year I brought one.”
Danneel didn’t know what to say. At least he was showing some small sliver of mercy.
“Why don’t you get down on you knees and help me put this on,” he said as he handed it to her.
She did as he suggested, rather quickly, before he could change his mind. She took the condom out of its package and placed it around Mark’s still throbbing cock.
“Why don’t you make sure its on real good,” he said after she was done sliding it on his member.
She knew what he meant and leaned in to start sucking his cock.
“Ooooohhhhh, that’s right slut. I’m glad to see you finally learned to be nice to the people taking your picture. You can stop now,” he said as he pushed her down onto her back on the floor.
He knelt down on top of her and spread her legs wide, and then reared back and rammed his entire length back up into her.
“Aaaarrrggghhhhhh,” she screamed as he once again pounded her pussy furiously.
Mark held her legs up in the air, driving deeper and deeper down into her. He reached down to cup her breasts, pulling her bra down and playing with her nipples. He grunted, “You like this don’t you, slut?”
“Yesssssss, fuck me, fuuuuuccckkkkkk, me hard, ughghghghgh, ughghghghgh, ughghghghghh, aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Danneel screamed, surprised at her own reaction.
“You wanted my cock, and you got it,” Mark grunted, “now beg me to fucking cum.”
“I want your cum, uuuhhhnnnnn, cum with me, uhhhhhhnnnnn, aaahhhhh, ah, uhn, ah, uhn, ah, fucking cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm, aaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh,” she screamed as Mark gave one last thrust into her snatch and came inside of her. Danneel could feel the condom filling up with his seed, and was relieved there was no chance she could get pregnant this time.
Mark pulled out of Danneel and pulled off the condom. Danneel was exhausted after all he had put her through up to this point.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“What, why, you want me to suck you off?”
“Not exactly,” he said as he held up the cum filled condom.
“No, please, you had your fun.”
“And I’m gonna keep having it. I told you, you were going to get used to drinking my cum, and I’ve got a whole bag full of it here for you. Now, drink it,” he said as he handed her the condom.
She took it from him and cringed as she opened it up and licked out its contents. Again she felt like she wanted to vomit, but again she somehow managed not to.
“That a girl. Now go change. We should just have a couple outfits left.”
Danneel was now completely disgusted with herself. She kept trying to think of some way to get out of having to please Mark as she changed outfits yet again, but knew it was hopeless..
She stepped out of the dressing room now wearing a two-piece yellow bikini and a black jacket.
“Looking hot as always,” Mark said as she once again stood in front of the backdrop.
He snapped a couple of pictures of her, and then had her take off the bikini top, so he could snap a few shots of her covering up her bare breasts with the jacket. As she took the top off, she made a point not to let him catch a free glimpse.
“Oh come on now, Danneel, there’s no need to be modest.”
“Just take the picture you bastard,” and pretended to smile.
Mark took a few more shots, and then once again gave her his commands, “Alright, on your back again, bitch.”
Danneel took a deep breath, but again did just as she had been told, as Mark put his camera back down and walked toward her. He got on his knees and straddled her waist, pulling the jacket she was wearing open.
He began to once again play with her tits, flicking her nipples with his fingers. He gave another one of his evil smiles as he pulled his cock out of his jeans and squeezed her breasts together.
“Oh, no,” Danneel whined, knowing what he was about to do.
“Hey, don’t worry, I seem to remember this was the last thing you actually enjoyed during our time together last year,” he said as he began sliding his dick in between her squeezed tits.
Danneel could do nothing now but turn her head to the side and cry. Why was he doing this to her? Why was he taking such joy in trying to humiliate her? And would this damn day ever end.
Mark continued to tit fuck her for several minutes before finally releasing another massive load all over her chest, letting a lot of his seed squirt onto her face and neck.
“Open up, bitch,” he said as he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth toward his cock. “Polish me off, like the little cum slut you are.”
Through her tears, Danneel took Mark’s cock into her mouth and once again allowed him to fuck her face.
“Yeah, swallow all of me, just like you like it, you little whore.”
Danneel finished licking Mark’s seed off the end of his dick, and he got up off of her.
“Go ahead, go change. I believe we only have one outfit left. You play your cards right, and I’ll let you leave here afterwards.”
Danneel hoped he was telling the truth as she got up and went back to the dressing room.
The final outfit of the day consisted of a two-piece pink thong bikini. Mark had the final props of the day ready when she emerged from the room.
“Here you go,” he said as he hand her a pink ice cream cone that matched the color of her bikini.
He took several quick shots of her before putting his camera down for the last time that day.
“I gotta tell you, Danneel,” he said as he walked toward, “You’ve taken everything like a real trooper,” he said as he took the ice cream from her. “Too bad we can’t do this more often.”
“Mark, please, just let me go home,” she begged.
“I will, but first I’m gonna fuck you one last time,” he said as he smeared the ice cream all over her tits.
Danneel was a little shocked at the sudden chill on her chest, and then turned her head away as Mark leaned in and started licking it all off of her. He grabbed her by the waist and brought her down to the ground with him, licking every inch of her chest and stomach, and them finding his way to her snatch. He pulled her bikini bottom down and once again started to eat her out.
“Uhhhhhhhnnnnnn,” Danneel once more gave in to the unwanted pleasure.
After a couple more minutes, Mark stood up and got the rest of the ice cream. He walked back over to her and flipped her over onto her stomach. He scooped a couple of spoonfuls of ice cream onto her back, and proceeded to lick every last drop of it off her body again.
“Yeah,” she whined.
“Remember last year, you told me if you let a guy fuck your ass they need to use lubricant?”
“No, Mark please don’t,” she begged.
“Oh yeah, I got the lubricant,” he said as he grabbed a scoop of ice cream and smeared up and down the crack of her ass.
“Mark, please, just stop, uuuuuuggggggggg,” she groaned as he pulled her to her knees, pulled out his cock and rammed it into her ass.
Danneel hung her head in pity, letting the tears flow freely down her face and onto the floor. This man had done everything possible to humiliate and embarrass her all day long.
“Uhhhhnnnnn, ughghghgh, ughghghgh, you ahhhh, fucking, bastaaaaaarrrrdddddd,” she screamed as he held her waist and forced her ass farther and farther along his shaft.
She could feel the ice cream squishing between her ass cheeks and his cock, the coldness making her ass clamp down on his member so incredibly tight that he thought he might never be able to pull out of her.
“Maaaarrrrrkkkkk, plllllleeeeeeaaaassssse, stoppppppppp, uuuuuggghhhhhhnnnnn, she stuttered.
“Go ahead, Danneel. Beg me to cum one more time.”
“Noooooooo, uuuuuhhhnnnnnnnnn,” she cried.
He pulled her hair, yanking her head back hard and screamed in her ear, “I said beg me to cum in your ass, bitch.”
“Ooooohhhhhh, Mark, fuuuuuccckkkkkk, uuuunnnnnn, cuuuuuummmmmm, just, ah, ahhhhnnnn, fucking, oooooowwwwwww, cum, aarrrggghhhhh, just, uuuuhhhh, fucking, cuuuuummmmmm, aaaaaahhhhhhhh, nnoooooooooo,” she screamed.
He continued to pound her ass. Danneel was tiring, now unable to even hold herself up with her hands. Her face was on the floor, she continued to cry, and all she could do was wait for Mark to finish. He fucked her so hard her head was banging on the ground.
“Oooooouuucchhhhh, plllllleeeeaaaaasssssse, no more, no more, no more, aahhhhhhh, aagggghhhhhh, aaaggghhhh, agggrrrhhhhhh, unnnnghghghghghgh,” she screamed one last time as he gave one last vicious thrust into her ass, letting his weight fall down across her back, and letting all of his seed flow up into her rectum.
He pulled out and rolled the defeated actress over back onto her back. He straddled her chest and turned her face toward his cock.
“No,” Danneel let out a weak protest; unable to offer any resistance after the way the photographer had systematically fucked her all day long.
Mark placed his cock in her mouth. “How’s your ass taste, Danneel? You like that, slut?”
Danneel didn’t even try to say anything, she was disgusted, but could do nothing. He ran his cock in and out of her mouth for a couple minutes, wiping the last of his cum off his tip and onto the roof of her mouth.
When he finally stood up and walked away from her, Danneel Harris just stayed there laying on the studio floor, crying uncontrollably. Mark went into the dressing room and grabbed her bag, and walked over to her, dropping the bag and her clothes on top of her.
“Get dressed and get the hell out of here, before I decide to get real fucking creative.”
Somehow, Danneel managed to get half dressed in a somewhat quick fashion. She stumbled out of the studio and down to her car. Before getting in, she suddenly bent over in the street and vomited, like she had wanted to do all day long. Driving home, a mess both physically and mentally, Danneel Harris wondered if what she had gone through that day was really worth making it big in show business.