Daphne Blake, the beautiful and redheaded member of the Mystery Inc. gang, had landed a dream job as a swimsuit model, having always loved the spotlight and the attention that came with it. The day of the shoot arrived, and Daphne was nervous but excited. When she took on the impromptu modeling job, the photographer –an older woman named Karla– had assured her that it would be a breeze. The day of the shoot arrived, and Daphne was nervous but excited. Little did she know, the "breeze" would soon turn into a whirlwind of emotion.
As Daphne walked onto the sunny-looking beach set, she was greeted by Karla and a group of men who were introduced as the photographer's crew, as well as Pierre, the foreign designer of the swimsuit she would be wearing. She couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves as the men were quite handsome but noticeably older than she was, perhaps in their 30s. The men had tan, well-muscled bodies. One was blonde with ice blue eyes, and they called him Ted, but Daphne would think of him as her fantasy Freddie stand-in as they all gawked at her. The others, Carlos, Kenny, and Isaiah, were a bit darker in hair and complexion. Kenny was a little more tanned than Ted, but Carlos was Hispanic and Isaiah an African American. Pierre was also dark-skinned, more so than Carlos but not as much as Isaiah.
The photographer instructed Daphne to change into the swimsuit provided and begin modeling. Daphne went behind a small dressing screen and complied, feeling a bit self-conscious as she undressed but she pushed the feeling aside, telling herself that these were professionals and that everything would be fine. Putting on the swimsuit, she found that it was a V-shaped number that barely covered her breasts and came to a point at the crotch. She didn't think it was enough coverage for her back, but upon examining the suit there was even less to the back with thin straps reaching all the way to her shoulders where the top of the V began in the front.
"At least it's purple like I asked," she mused to herself as she started putting it on, remembering that she had insisted on the swimsuit's color when she first met with the photographer.
Once she had gotten into the swimsuit and made sure it covered her naughty bits, Daphne paused to admire herself in the mirror. "This will knock 'em dead," she whispered.
She strutted confidently onto the set, her long, red hair bouncing with each step as she found her mark. She was thrilled to be modeling for what she was told would be the upcoming issue of Teen Mystery Magazine, and the skimpy swimsuit she wore only added to her excitement. The designer, a suave and charming man, complimented her on her look, telling her she had the perfect figure for his swimsuits. Daphne knew that Freddie would flip when he saw her in the magazine, and maybe that would get his attention away from his fascination with traps for just a little while.
As Daphne turned to the photographer, Pierre called out, "Wait, Daphne! I need to make a few adjustments to the suit. It's just a quick fix."
The men on set started to circle around her, claiming they needed to help him adjust a little here and then a little there, making the already small fabric to make it seem even smaller to get the perfect shot.
"Golly," she said, her voice full of surprise at the close attention they gave to every detail of her form.
"You look magnifique," Pierre assured her as all of them stepped away once more.
Daphne, being the trusting and naive character that she was, didn't think twice about allowing Pierre and his team to adjust the swimsuit, assuming it was just part of the job. Little did she know, their intentions were far from innocent.
As she began to pose and the camera clicked away, the assistants made suggestive comments and Pierre continued to interrupt, indicating additional need to tug at her suit. They said things like "You need to show a bit more T&A" and "What I wouldn't do to you if you were my girlfriend" as they exposed her a little more of her breasts and even one of her nipples. Daphne began to feel uncomfortable and would unconsciously pull the flimsy fabric back into place as soon as the photographer began snapping photos. Had the camera seen anything it shouldn't? "No," Daphne assured herself, "Karla has an eye for detail and would tell me."
Halfway through the shoot, the photographer paused and asked her assistants, "Could you oil her up with the sunscreen?" The various assistants' hands started covering her body with the lotion. One of their hands brushed against her sex as he made his way up her inner thigh, and the man behind her reached under Daphne's top to rub the oil all over her breasts.
She felt an odd tingle between her thighs but didn't want to come off as unprofessional, so she tried to stifle herself from making noises in surprise at their advances. Waiting until they were done, Daphne finally joked, "You guys sure are thorough."
They smiled and made a few more comments as they moved off to the side, and the photographer started snapping photos once more. Daphne, full of renewed confidence with her glistening body under the hot studio lights started following her directions. However, when she turned her back to the camera as instructed, Pierre rushed into the shot once more, claiming that a tag was sticking out in the back. He gathered up the fabric in his fist so that it narrowed and all but disappeared between Daphne's shapely ass cheeks.
As Pierre moved out of the way once again, the photographer complimented Daphne, boosting her confidence. "You're gorgeous, babe," her sultry voice cooed, "Your fans are gonna eat this up."
However, as Daphne got comfortable and started striking sexy poses as instructed, Pierre and his team would once again swarm about her, adjusting and tugging once more. This time, Kenny pulled aside the bottom of the suit and completely exposed Daphne's vagina and the fiery red pubic hair above it.
"Jeepers!" Daphne exclaimed, tugging the suit back while blushing.
Kenny the assistant smiled apologetically as Daphne turned an annoyed glance his way. "Sorry," he offered, "but your skin's a bit slippery... Guess I tugged too hard."
Pierre assured Daphne it was an accident, then had Ted stand behind her to help hold the suit in place as she moved about. She thought that was a bit unusual, but the handsome young man seemed awfully friendly and helpful.
"Is he just," Daphne began then hesitated before continuing, "...going to be in the photos with me?"
The photographer explained, "Don't worry, I'll have him digitally edited out of the photos we use.
That answer satisfied Daphne. She'd heard Velma talk about digital photo editing before as some of the tricks used by the criminals trying to scare people away with fake evidence of monsters. Still, she felt a bit awkward with the young man's hands on her body making increasingly bold adjustments at Pierre's verbal cues.
He not only pulled and tugged at the fabric, exposing more of her curvaceous figure, but he also placed his hands under the swimsuit and casually groped while professing to make these adjustments. Daphne, still under the impression that he was just doing his job, didn't protest, though she found his fingers brushing over her nipples rather exciting and tried to imagine it was Fred rather than Ted. This seemed to work for Daphne, letting her push the awkwardness from her thoughts.
One of Ted's hands slid down inside the front of her suit, pulling away as he reached her vagina, but his fingertip catching the curve of her vulva and pulling it to one side before he withdrew his hand. Daphne stifled another yelp at his brazen move.
"Let them out a bit," the photographer called out. The man's hands moved to Daphne's shoulders, slipping under the V-shaped fabric, then slid down over her breasts and pulled the fabric aside to expose her fully.
"Hey!" Daphne protested.
However, the photographer kept snapping photos of her, reminding her, "You're beautiful, Daph. Own it. Make love to the camera."
Not knowing how to stop what was going on, Daphne kept following instructions and quickly realized that the swimsuit had been pulled away from her shoulders and was hanging loosely around her elbows with only the man behind her holding the bottom of the suit up. She prayed that his hands weren't too slippery from the sunscreen that he wouldn't lose his grip.
"Help her down on the towel," the photographer instructed.
Ted gently laid her down onto the bright green towel at her feet as the photographer moved to a different position, closer and from the side this time. Daphne followed her instructions to arch her back, thrusting her exposed chest forward, and to close her eyes and tilt her head back as if basking in the sunlight on a private beach. The heat from the studio lights made it easier for Daphne to imagine the scene.
"Take it off," came the sultry camera woman's voice, and Daphne felt the swimsuit pulled from under her bottom and away from her legs, leaving her completely nude.
"What--?" Daphne began in a panic.
Without missing a beat, the photographer told her to put her hands over her crotch and act coy, then to pretend she's loving the au naturel feeling.
Daphne closed her eyes again, doing as she was instructed and trying to look natural about it despite feeling deeply embarrassed. In addition to the photographer and the swimsuit designer, there were four other men on looking at her naked body. Even with her eyes closed, Daphne felt their stares almost as tangibly as their roaming hands earlier. She felt a growing sense of unease, but she didn't want to cause a scene.
"Beautiful," the photographer's husky voice encouraged her. "Gorgeous. Just lie back and let it happen."
That was an odd turn of phrase, Daphne thought as she let her arms splay out to either side and her back rest against the towel. Maybe "let it happen" is model speak for the magic of the moment being captured on film. As she felt Ted's hands on her ankles, gently tugging, Daphne decided to follow the older woman's instructions and let it happen.
She opened her eyes in surprise when she felt two additional hands gripping her thighs, glancing down to see a Isaiah and Kenny on either side of her each holding one of her legs apart while a Ted had crawled between them. But Ted had removed his pants also, and his erect penis was bouncing —or throbbing— as he moved into position.
Daphne had faced many a monster in the past, and when things got scary she instinctively ran in lieu of some plan of attack to capture it. But she was helpless now, unable to even voice her protest as the his cock pressed up against her opening. She looked on in absolute shock as it slowly disappeared inside her, feeling its girth fill her up.
"Fantastic," Karla told them. "Keep it going. Don't stop."
Daphne's head dropped onto the towel, and she gasped as Ted started thrusting into her, his body pressing against hers. She wanted to protest, but didn't know what to say. Even the most basic thought to say "stop" or "no" escaped her as she felt a strange sensation building within. She didn't understand what was happening, but she couldn't deny that it actually felt good. Ted continued pumping away until he came inside her without pulling out, his semen spilling deep inside her womb. Ted sighed deeply as he picked himself up to make way for the next man.
A mixture of fear and confusion gripped Daphne as each of the men took turns raping her. Next was Carlos, and he went a bit slower than Ted, though Daphne didn't know if that was for her benefit or his own. She knew what was happening was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to fight back. She just lay there, helpless and humiliated, as they used her body for their own pleasure.
Carlos moaned long and loud when he finished, then licked Daphne's face from her chin to the tip of her nose before pulled out.
Ted had taken Isaiah's place holding one of Daphne's legs so that he could take off his pants before Carlos had finished. Daphne looked up and saw the dark cock above her as Isaiah knelt between her legs. Gripping himself by the shaft, he aimed the tip of his cock at her sloppy entrance and immediately thrust into her pussy. Instead of lying his body atop hers like the other two men, Isaiah rocked his hips back and forth to thrust into her while his hands slid up her body and grasped her breasts.
The sound of the camera clicking away brought Daphne to her senses, but instead of of telling them to stop because it was far too late for it to not have happened. Still rather dim-witted, Daphne didn't seem to register the severity of the situation. Instead, she thought only about how she would have to keep this a secret from her boyfriend, and all she could think to say was, "You better NOT tell Freddie about this!"
Isaiah agreed, and Karla the photographer assured Daphne that these photos wouldn't be suitable for Teen Mystery Magazine now, so she'll have to find something else to put them in... probably something her boyfriend wouldn't be interested in.
Daphne felt a strange sense of relief that they agreed not to tell Fred, and she closed her eyes, letting herself focus on the feeling she noticed building within her earlier. It felt good, and although she didn't want this to be happening, she wasn't exactly ready for it to stop now, either.
Isaiah began grunting with each thrust, making him seem like an animal to her, but Daphne tried not to think that way because it might be racially insensitive. She found it difficult to reconcile being her usual polite self and letting these men have their way with her.
Isaiah moaned loudly as his body tensed up and quivered. Karla moved closer, continuing to snap more photos as she told him, "Slowly, now... take it out nice and slow."
Daphne felt his girth vacate the space between her legs, and the confusing sensation of emptiness within. Before she could focus on it, Kenny had already taken the black man's place between her legs. Daphne glanced down and watched his cock push slowly into her as well.
Kenny placed his hands on her breasts as well, kneading them a bit before leaning forward onto Daphne and kissing his way from her neck to her mouth. Daphne's legs wrapped around his hips and opened her mouth slightly as she felt his tongue pushing against her lips. Daphne finally found the voice to object, believing this a step too far. They may have touched her in places she didn't want to be touched, but kissing? This was too intimate, almost romantic, something that definitely should have been reserved for her first time with Fred. However, Daphne's protests only came out as muffled sounds.
"MmmmMMMMMMM," she tried to protest, though Kenny's own moaning quickly drowned her out. She gripped his arms hoping to force him away, but she lacked the strength. Her grip already faded into firm caresses as she absently probed his muscles, moving her hands to his firm chest.
"Got room for one more?" Pierre asked of Karla who continued taking her illicit photos.
Daphne's heart sank in surrender. She'd initially found herself not realizing that she should complain, then found she was unable to bring herself to object, and eventually when she was ready to her voice was stifled the man on top of her. But now she felt like she just didn't want to. The feeling between her legs had grown and now it was gnawing at her for release. The thought of yet another man taking a turn at her meant one more opportunity that it might be set free.
As she tried to conceive of what to even call that feeling, Kenny threw his head back and buried his cock as deeply into Daphne as he could, groaning loudly as he came inside her. Daphne felt it erupting within, and the sensation had finally pushed her over the edge. She tried biting her lip to keep from crying out, but she opened her mouth and moaned along with her attacker.
When Kenny was done, Daphne left lying wet and exposed on the beach towel with Karla circling around her to photograph her from different angles. The thought that she should close her legs occurred to Daphne, but she just didn't have the will, leaving a clear view at her snatch, reddened from all the unwanted attention and oozing with creaming white fluid from her grateful "suitors."
Finally, it was Pierre's turn. He was a bit older than the assistants and displayed a bit more patience, having waited until they all had their fun with her first before even removing his pants. He slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles. His penis seemed a little smaller to Daphne, and she felt uncertain at the moment if that was a good thing or not.
Pierre knelt down between her legs; his gaze locked on hers. Daphne's legs moved almost of their own accord, bending at the knees as she pulled her feet toward her butt, presenting herself for what she knew was coming. He smiled and spread her pussy open with his fingers while angling his hips to move his cock into position.
"You're enjoying this, no?" he asked her.
Daphne couldn't bring herself to admit that he was right and simply blushed. She felt him slide effortlessly into her and immediately started grinding his hips against her. The weight of him pressed against her sex made Daphne moan again. It didn't feel as good as moments ago when she and Kenny climaxed together, but having given herself over to the pleasure had opened Daphne's mind to the experience.
She felt his hands gripping her thighs, holding them apart as he thrust into her. His touch seemed to electrify her, sending jolts of pleasure into her with each thrust. Daphne began sighing and moaning freely, her voice filled with lust. Pierre continued working his cock in her until Daphne's body shuddered and she cried out passionately.
Pierre stood up and took Daphne's hand, pulling her up to a sitting position. However, he didn't help her to her feet. Instead, he stepped closer and put his glistening penis in front of her face.
The photographer told her, "Suck it. Suck it clean... or I send these pics directly to your boy, Freddie."
The thought made Daphne sick to her stomach. She and Freddie barely make out now and then, usually when they split away from the rest of the group while investigating a mystery. He'd never seen her naked; never even touched her. She was a virgin this morning, but these men had changed that and now this photographer was asking even more of her. She opened her mouth and winced at the unpleasant taste of the semen of these men she'd only just met. Still, she did as she was told and began sucking only to hear the camera clicking again. She sat there, completely naked and with a dirty cock in her mouth, her mind clouded with confusion and shame, unable to process the gravity of her situation.
Finally, Pierre groaned like the other men did when they finished, only their cocks were still inside her pussy when they did it. That warmth she felt filling her up down there suddenly erupted into Daphne's mouth. She tried to pull away, but Pierre's hands held her head in place until all of his nasty, viscous fluid was swallowed. It was bitter and made Daphne want to retch.
When it was over, Daphne felt a mix of emotions. She was disgusted by what had happened, but she couldn't deny that she had –on some level– enjoyed it. She felt certain that what they had done was wrong, but she couldn't shake a feeling of satisfaction that lingered inside her. Had she somehow invited this, or was this Karla's plan all along?
As the men left the room, Daphne sat there, feeling guilty and confused. She knew that she had been taken advantage of, but wondering how and why she could somehow enjoy it nagged at her. Once the photographer had turned her attention elsewhere, Daphne cautiously gathered her clothes, got dressed, and left the set, her mind still racing with thoughts of what had happened. She needed time to think about all of it. She knew she couldn't tell Freddie or the gang about any of this, but she also knew that she couldn't keep it a secret forever. If she went to the police, there would be a record and then her friends would find out.
In the days that followed, Daphne tried to put the incident behind her. She told herself that it was just a bad experience and that she would never let it happen again. But the memory of the men's hands on her body and the feeling of their semen inside her haunted her in a way that she hadn't anticipated.
She knew that she needed to confront her feelings and come to terms with what had happened, but she wasn't sure how to do it. She couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it at the time, and that realization left her feeling guilty as she tried to entice Fred into getting more physical with her, partially in hopes of revisiting those sexual thrills and also to give Fred what he should have had before anyone else.
At one point, she even did that thing with her mouth, but with Shaggy of all people. It was a shadowy room while they were investigating a new mystery, and she felt herself craving that dark feeling of shameful lust, so she got down on her knees and unzipped his pants.
Shaggy yelped "Zoinks," but he didn't stop her. Daphne felt like she had to stop and pretend it was an innocent mistake. "Shaggy?" she asked, pretending that she thought he was Fred, and then she apologized profusely before telling him over and over that he can't tell Freddie. Shaggy agreed, of course, not wanting to cause problems in the gang.
As she lay in bed at night, Daphne would often find herself reliving the experience as she touched herself, her body responding to the memories in ways that excited her. She thought about asking Velma for advice, but she wasn't sure if Velma would keep her secret.
That realization left her feeling more guilty than ever. She knew she needed to come to terms with what had happened, but if she couldn't trust her friends, then how could she trust her own judgement. After all, it was her judgement that landed her in this spot to begin with. Maybe if she focused on getting Velma to try sex too, then she could give her advice from a place of experience –the experience of the same shame she was feeling.
She realized that she needed to be more aware of the people around her and the situations she found herself in. She knew that she couldn't change what had happened, but she could learn from it and make sure that if it ever happened again, it would be on her terms and with the people she wanted to be with. Yes, perhaps what she needed to do was get the whole gang to participate.
As she moved forward, Daphne started to make plans to seduce her friends into group sex, though perhaps in a way that they would welcome. She knew that she didn't want them to feel like she had, but if they kept the sexual relationship among friends, it might make their bond even stronger.
Yes, she was a strong and capable young woman, and she refused to let one bad experience define her. She would show them a better first time than she had the misfortune of enduring.