Minerva Duncan flicked through the portfolio of
photographic images of moody skies, rain on the river and gnarled trees in the
local woods displayed on the laptop screen with increasing despair. The creator of the images sat on the other
side of her office desk watching her intently.
Danny Robinson was an unprepossessing, tall slender young man with pale
skin, rather watery eyes and lank brown hair who seemed filled both with
nervous anticipation and a touch of arrogance.
A camera hung ostentatiously around his neck.
Why on earth had Tami sent him up from
the front desk and said she should look at his portfolio, Minerva
wondered? Well she had spared him the
ten minutes she had reluctantly promised and now she had to tell him the cold
‘I can see you’ve got some technical
ability, Danny, and there are some interesting processing techniques you’re
using, but this isn’t yet mature work,’ she said, letting him down as gently as
she could. ‘You’re nineteen, right? Well a couple of years in Art College would
help train your eye. The problem is you
don’t communicate any true involvement or passion in your subjects. I simply couldn’t exhibit any of this work in
She feared he might argue or get
sulky, but instead he seemed to treat her words as a big joke: ‘But you haven’t
got to the end yet, Ms Duncan,’ he said with a broad grin. ‘I saved the best for last. I think that’ll communicate with you…’
Grimly Minerva flicked through the
last images in the portfolio, beyond the landscape studies, into sets of
synthesised graphic images, bursting with abstract blocks of line and
colour. But they still didn’t have any
inner life. He’d just thrown things
together. Couldn’t the boy accept the
fact that he had no artistic talent…?
And then she came to something
labelled “Kinetic Image #3”
It was a panoramic complex
black-and-white double swirl of distorted rectangular blocks in the classic Op
Art style. It didn’t seem radically
different from anything else in that style she had seen over the years, and yet
for some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off it. The thing danced and shimmered in front of
her as she stared at it unblinking.
Suddenly it seemed as if nothing else in the world mattered. She would simply sit and stare and let the
wonderful pattern fill her being, satisfying her every desire…
Distantly she heard Danny
speaking. It was the only voice in the
emptiness of her thoughts and his words entered her mind unchallenged.
‘I see you’ve found KI hash 3, Ms
Duncan. I only made it up a couple of
weeks ago to bulk out the portfolio.
Actually it’s some old Op Art images I found in a library book which I
sampled and superimposed. It gave me a
headache but then this fat college girl who lives across the hall from me and
who’s always trying to make friends saw it by chance and she couldn’t look
away. I thought it’d given her some kind
of epileptic seizure or something at first, but then I found that it had got
right inside her head and made her totally suggestible. She’d do or think anything I told her. Well, you can guess I had some fun with her
for a few days finding out how it worked.
Didn’t work on my landlord when he came for the rent, though,’ he added
regretfully. ‘For some reason it doesn’t
work on men at all, but it brainwashes every woman I tried it on. And then they’d forget all about it
afterwards when I them to. I found I
could do anything I liked to them… like I’m going to with you. So don’t move and don’t speak, that’s an
order! Keep looking at the screen. It takes a minute or two for it to reach full
Minerva was aware of him getting up
and moving round behind her desk to stand over her, but she could not drag her
eyes away from the screen to look at him.
He stroked the tight light brunette bun of her hair pinned up on the
back of the head. In a detached part of
her cold terror clenched her heart. She
tried to pull away but his command held her immobile. She tried to scream but her lips might as
well have been glued together. ‘I’ve always
thought older, cool sophisticated women like you are hot,’ Danny admitted,
stroking her cheek. ‘Of course they
don’t usually like if you stare at them too long or try to talk them into
posing for pictures, but you can’t complain now because you can’t speak or
move, can you?’
She expelled a feeble whine from the
back of her throat. That was the
totality of her resistance. It was as if
she had fallen into a nightmare of helpless paralysis. While image KI#3 filled her mind she could do
absolutely nothing to stop him examining her at his leisure.
Minerva had pale skin and a slender
build. Her chin was small but firm,
complimenting her high cheekbones. Dark
arched brows rose over deep dark intelligent eyes, red shapely lips and a neat
nose. She was dressed in a black short
sleeved blouse with a detachable floral print scarf over a matching calf length
skirt with black wedge sandals.
Danny checked his watch. ‘That should be long enough,’ he said,
turning the screen away from her. ‘From
now on you’ll do anything I tell you to.
Only me and nobody else. What you like or want doesn’t count anymore if
I tell you different. For instance, I
want to see what your tits look like.
Undo your blouse and get them out so I can have a look…’
Like an obedient puppet Miranda undid
the front of her blouse and pulled it wide apart, bearing her shoulders and
exposing her white bra. A vestige of
shame found its way to her cheeks and burned forlornly, but still she slid the
straps down over her shoulders and scooped her breasts out of their cups, as if
offering them to Danny. They were
shapely pink flesh-mounds, capped by small but prominent brown nipples.
‘Oh, these are good,’ Danny said
approvingly, stroking her breasts and tweaking her nipples. ‘I’m going to have so much fun with
them. Yeah, they’ll fit in with what
I’ve got planned very well…’ He stood back and took a picture of Minerva
sitting there holding her breasts up provocatively. ‘The first one for the new portfolio,’ he
Silently within that detached part of
her mind Minerva was raging in fear and revulsion at his touch while she tried
to cover herself, to scream at him, to do anything… something! But the image seemed to have robbed her of
her self determination and Danny’s words of power and will had taken the place
of her own volition.
‘Now get down on your knees,’ he told
She obeyed without hesitation.
Standing before her he opened up his
flies and freed a straining young hard penis.
‘Now you’re going to suck me off, Ms Duncan,’ he told her. ‘And you’re going to do it because this is
the most incredible cock you’ve ever seen and you have to taste it…’
And she realized it was the most
incredible cock she’d ever seen and she had to taste it. Eagerly she took it into her mouth and began
to suck on it. Her bared nipples
throbbed in delight while deep inside her bottled-up will raged impotently.
As she dipped and bobbed her head he
stroked her hair and continued speaking, as if enjoying her helpless attention
both to his words and body.
‘My dad wanted me to be a plumber like
him, but I said I wanted to be an artist.
He said I couldn’t paint and I said I can use a camera and he said that
wasn’t proper art. So I moved out to a
bedsit in Millsend while I put a portfolio together, photographing weddings and
presentations and helping with a few advertising shoots and all that kind of
crap work to pay the rent…uhhh… look up at me and smile, Ms Duncan…’
She looked up into his camera as he
snapped a carnal selfie with her mouth full of his cock.
‘But once I made KI hash 3 I realized
I could do so much better,’ he continued as she resumed her pleasuring of
him. ‘So I started looking for a place
like this run by women I could use it on.
Earlier when I showed it to Tami I got her to tell me more about the
layout. She said there’s an old flat
upstairs which is hardly used now, and an old storeroom next to it that might
make a studio. Yeah, I think the
Perridor Gallery is going to be just right for what I’ve got planned. And you’ve already got a steady trade. All down to your hard work, she said…’
She had founded the gallery five years
ago. It was housed in a converted
three-floor nineteen twenties redbrick double-fronted shop opening onto
Waterside Lane just off Thames Morton’s high street. The ground floor and most of the
first floor was exhibition space. The
back of the first floor was Minerva’s office.
The top floor was junk storage and an old flat which she had lived in
during her first year here but which was rarely used now. There was a small
walled yard at the back with a car stand and a workroom and storage
extension. Double gates give access to a
corner of the Charter Street public car park.
The gallery not
large but despite fluctuations in the market she had built it up into a successful
business. Two years ago Tami James had
joined her. She was enthusiastic,
attractive and good with customers. They
got on well together…
With a grunt of satisfaction Danny
came in her mouth and she swallowed his hot, sweet, disgusting sperm down.
When he was drained he said: ‘Undo you hair and dry me off with it.’
Minerva unpinned her tight bun of hair
and shook it out lose and used a handful to carefully dry his wonderful and
revolting soiled cock-shaft clean. She
knew now that she would do anything he told her… and hate herself even as she