Fresh Meat Import/Chapter 1 - Child Model

Ivan (age 41) and Nastia (age 26), a married couple, lived in a small two bedroom apartment with their daughter Ana (age 11) and son Vlad (age 10). The apartment was in a high rise, ash colored concrete tower block built in the early 70s on the outskirts of a poor industrial town in an ex-soviet country. The building was in a terrible state as a result of poor maintenance, vandalism and staining by the air pollution from the nearby factory.

It was midnight on Friday night and Ivan was at a Dimitry's apartment playing cards and drinking vodka with a group of friends from the factory. Ivan stubbed out his cigarette in one of the ash trays and said, "I've got to go home now. I'm out of money." Ivan had just lost the last of his week's pay packet and he knew Nastia would be upset again when he didn't give her any money on Sunday evening.

Dimitry said, "It's hard to survive only on our wages. You're lucky though. You're sitting on a gold mine with that pretty daughter of yours."

"What do you mean? She doesn't listen to a word I say so I don't see how."

"My cousin makes a fortune from that photographic studio in October Street from his daughter and she's not half as pretty as your Ana."

"Oh, just photographs. Yes, she might agree to that. Well you guys have a good night. I'll show myself out."

After lunch the next day Ivan went to the photographic studio in October Street. It was a small shop that used to be a butcher's shop but now, instead of a counter displaying meat in the window, there were large photographs of attractive girls and women of all ages plus some wedding photos. It was a scruffy little shop but the photos were very high quality and the girls looked like professionals. On the glass door there was a hand-written sign saying "New models inquire within." Ivan opened the door and went in. A bell rang but there seemed to be nobody in the shop.

On the shop counter there was a big folder of model portfolios which Ivan opened and started to flip though. They were all girls and mostly very pretty: a mix of ages from 6 and above, seemingly in no particular order. He found a model he liked called Tanja who was 12. There were various photo shoots of her in various sexy dresses and costumes and he particularly liked a photo of her dressed as a nurse. He was miles away when he heard the door to the left of the counter at the back of the shop unlock.

The door into the shop opened and a man stepped into the shop with a girl. She was a tall, thin girl, maybe 13, and brunette with pale white skin. Ivan noticed there were red marks round her wrists and ankles. She was wearing high heels and a very short skirt. Her hair and top were very disheveled and she was doing up her shirt buttons. She was pretty but looked a bit stupid because she had crossed eyes which strangely enhanced her sexual appeal. The man was in his 40s and when he saw someone was in the shop he quickly tucked his shirt into his pants, smiled and said, "Hello, how can I help you today? Do you like our models?"

"Yes, this one is really pretty."

"Do you want to buy her nude photos?"

"No, actually I'm here about my daughter. To see if she could model for you."

The tall thin girl had put on her coat which, as it was 45 degrees (7C) and windy outside, would be uncomfortable as she had clearly grown out of her coat several years ago and it only just covered her butt. As she opened the door the man said to her, "See you after school on Wednesday?"

"Ok," she replied, and went out into the cold closing the door.

Turning back to Ivan he said, "Hello, I'm Misha the photographer."

"Ivan," replied Ivan as he accepted the proffered handshake.

"Do you have any photos of your daughter?"

Ivan took out his phone and showed Misha some photos of Ana sunbathing on their tiny balcony in a bikini. Misha wolf whistled and said, "She's very cute. When was that photo taken?"

"Last month."

"How old is she?"

"11."

"That flower is about to bloom. Perfect timing!" Misha thought. He said, "Very nice legs and I can tell she's just started her periods."

"I don't think she has."

"Well either she has or she will very soon. Anyway I can pay you 5,000 Denaris an hour for a clothed photo shoot. If she'll do a nude photo shoot I'll pay you double that: 10,000 Denaris!"

They exchanged phone details and shook hands. Ivan left smiling from ear to ear.

The next day the whole family of four were eating their usual Sunday lunch of sausage, potato and cabbage. After Ivan and Nastya had had a couple of large vodkas Ivan said to Nastya, "I've got Ana a job."

Nastya replied, frowning, "What job? At the factory?"

"No," he smiled and looked at Ana, "as a photo model."

Nastya asked, "What does it pay?"

"I'll tell you later."

Ana cheekily piped up with, "What if I don't want to?"

Her mother angrily banged her fist on the table and said loudly, "You'll do as you're fucking told you little slut!"

Ana went red and said nothing. She knew to never cross her mother if she was in a mood. If she did her father would take her to her bedroom and ruthlessly beat her with his belt.

Nastya had always had a short fuse and a violent temper with Ana. Nastya had her reasons. When Nastya was 15 she had started work in the factory and in her first week the factory boss had raped her in his office. And then every week after that until her pregnancy started to become obvious and he found a new victim. At the time Ivan, who was 15 years older, had been pressuring Nastya to date him and once she knew she was pregnant she seduced him and eventually married him. Ivan knew her secret but Ana and Vlad had no idea.

In addition to deep seated resentment Nastya had other reasons to encourage Ivan to beat Ana. Nastya was a bit of a sadomasochist and enjoyed hearing Ana's screams. She also knew that after Ivan had build up a sweat whipping Ana with his thick leather belt he would give Nastya a rough hard fucking.

Vlad also enjoyed the beatings more than he should.

So Ana had grown up with her mother having a violent tempter towards her but calling her a slut was new. In the last few weeks Nastya had noticed Ana had started masturbating a lot. The apartment was very small and not well sound insulated. Nastya had noticed Ana was spending a very long time in the bathroom in the evenings and had heard Ana having orgasms a lot recently. Only the other day she had banged on the bathroom door when she could hear her coming and shouted, "Come on Ana I want to go to the bathroom. What are you doing in there?" Nastya suspected Ana had inherited an unnaturally high sex drive from her biological father.

A few days later, as he had arranged with the photographer by phone, Ivan met Ana at the school gates and escorted her to the photographic studio in October Street. When Ivan and Ana walked in Misha was behind the counter waiting for them. He smiled at Ana and said, "Hello Ivan. Hello Ana, I have been looking forward to meeting you." He came round the counter and locked the shop entrance, and flipped the sign hanging in the window doorway to "Closed". "Please follow me," he said as he walked to the door to the side of the counter.

In the back of the shop there was a large scruffy room full of old junk. This room was behind multiple shops but only the the photographer's shop had access. The room was scruffy but at the back there was a large sheet of brown material hanging from ropes attached to the ceiling, like a large curtain. In front of the curtain was a wooden stage and at the four corners of the stage large lights stood on tripods which lit up the stage. The stage had a few pieces of furniture: a couple of chrome chairs, a small sofa and a small bed with some children's stuffed toys on it. In front of the stage there were some chairs and a table with a bottle of vodka and some glasses on it.

When they entered the "studio" Misha called out, "Nadia!" A tall blonde in her 30s came out of a back room and introduced herself to Ivan and Ana. She said to Ana, "Come with me and I'll get you ready for your photo shoot."

Misha picked up the vodka bottle and offered, "Drink?"

Ivan and Misha settled down at the table and while they waited Misha paid Ivan for the use of his daughter. After about 20 minutes Nadja and Ana walked onto the stage together. Ana had been dolled up with pigtails in long curls with colorful elastic hair bands and little plastic flowers. She had bright blue eye shadow and long curled eye lashes caked in mascara. Her lips were deep red. The blue and red contrasted with her milky white skin. She was wearing a school uniform style costume with a very short, pleated plaid skirt. On her feet she had white ankle ruffle socks and black high heeled shoes. Ivan had never seen her looking so sexy. Misha was thinking that perhaps this was his best model ever - and such good value!

Nadja got Ana to sit on one of the chrome chairs and the photo shoot began. She was initially shy and didn't smile much. She blushed when she had to pose with her legs open or with her butt poking out provocatively. But after a while she relaxed and was smiling coquettishly at Misha by the end. She was was starting to enjoy Misha's compliments and the thought of Misha's thoughts.

The following week Ivan and Ana returned for another session. Misha chose a sexy short little summer dress with multicolored dots and high heeled silver platform shoes with ankle straps. Her hair was made up to look messy with long loose curls. Towards the end of the hour Misha asked Ana loudly so that Ivan could hear, "Will you pose nude next time? There are only so many clothed sessions we can do." He looked at Ivan and said, "It would be tasteful and artistic." "At least to start with," he thought.

Ana said crossly, "No, I won't take my clothes off."

"Ok, well, perhaps talk it over with your father."

Ivan said nothing but Ana could see he was angry with her. As they left Misha said to Ivan, "Remember I pay double for nude sessions."