Girls On Film

Angela and Gamora - Brought to Heel

Subtlety was a waning thing in Peter's studio, but this was a new step down. A bondage sex photo shoot with Angela and Gamora wasn't even something pretense could be feigned about, this was blatantly Peter being asked to shoot porn. Not that he minded, of course, lining up the space ad time for exactly what the women wanted, feeling like he just had to accept the gig and its depraved promises, excited as could be for the opportunity now in front of him. He didn't shy away from it, knowing the reputation he'd ended up developing and that there really wasn't anything worth getting worried about here, as he opened up to the idea of just letting it all happen and playing out the weirdness of the situation as something special and shameless.

Having two gorgeous babes not of this earth in his living room standing around naked certainly helped, too.

Angela and Gamora were hard for Peter to keep his eyes off of as he messed with his cameras. It was something to be said of all the women who ended up in his studio, but usually they were alone, making small talk with him. This time Angela and Gamora were completely naked, their stacked bodies bared for his eyes to glance over with all manner of remarks and comments from the women to each other. "Your tits look great today," Angela said, fondling Gamora's breasts idly while she stood before her, voice just loud enough to catch Peter's eye while he tried to load in the memory card, and he felt like he was losing his mind.

There was a deep, rumbling swell of need that grabbed at him and simply would not stop. Peter was in for one hell of a time here, and he knew this was only going to get hotter and weirder before he was done with it. "I think I'm ready now," he said, interrupting this and trying to intercede in this mess before it got too far out of hand. "So we haven't talked much about how you want this recorded. Did you have anything in mind to frame this, or should I just take my cues from the scene as it happens?"

Angela and Gamora looked at each other with a brief moment of realization. They hadn't thought about the actual photography end of things, and they were caught surprised by the words. "Just go with what you think would work best," Gamora said.

"Can do," Peter said, nodding in understanding. "You two make the scene look hot, I'll find a way to photograph it properly." He wasn't sure if this was even going to be a photo shoot or if it was an excuse to get their clothes off, but he was going to record it one way or another, making the most of the situation and doing his best as a professional to do what he was hired for. Because Peter was still a professional, in spite of all the sex he was having with much of his clientele. Not all of it, of course; he did find a fair amount of non-sexual work with people outside the superhero community, but nothing made the mundanity of regular photography work doing family holiday pictures and head shots drag quite like knowing that fulfilling work got him balls deep in gorgeous superwomen.

Peter guided them to step in front of the background and properly get into position for this. Everything was nicely set up and laid out with the illusion of something faintly resembling professional quality, something that Peter prided himself on. It was a pride that stood out remarkably against the surprise of seeing two gorgeous women naked and bare in front of the nice set. It was a curious contrast, and Peter admired the way their bodies stood out, taut and strong and stacked, Angela's human flesh colour only further standing out against Gamora's green skin. It had taken a bit of light experimentation to make sure that Peter had things set up right to make both their skin colours look good under his lights, which were set for more human sorts of skin tones.

Not that either was a human. It was easy for Gamora to be the one who looked strange, but there was a reason there weren't any ropes or cuffs hanging around, and the reminder of Angela's not so human abilities and lineage came quickly on as the reach of her ribbons from off to the side snapped forward. She had a psychic connection to her ribbons, able to use them in combat in a myriad of creative ways, but the real creativity Angela craved was one that saw her using her chances to tie up Gamora with the ribbons, reaching out toward her to seize her from the wrists first, tugging them behind her back, while another ribbon tugged her ankles together and wrapped around her legs to hold them snugly together.