Confessions of a Assistant Wedding Photographer

[ARKIVE]

Originally Posted by ml1138

wow!!! it take me one and half day to complete all the pages,
now waiting for new update..good writing..

Same here as well .

[saikungslut]

Excellent story bro, please continue..

[fishhunterii]

After a very long hiatus , I think I should not leave this story hanging. I really do hope I can continue and end the story since at the moment some inspiration came about.

[fishhunterii]

I had always been cautious when dealing with new clients, but this time, the offer was too tempting to refuse. A high-paying, all-expenses-covered photography job in Bangkok, capturing exclusive wedding events for an elite clientele. The email came through an agency that seemed legitimate, and with Yvonne and Christine temporarily away on business, I figured a short assignment would be a good distraction.

Appointment was set to meet-up the new client, a alluring stunning lady with slender body and long legs. Innocent face with just a nice touch of red lipstick, porcelain skin.

Any guy would be attracted to her. She introduced herself as Arayha.



The meeting was in a upmarket cafe in the bustling streets of Bangkok city, Sitting opposite each other, whenever she speaks her long slender leg would lightly touch onto my calf, is she being nice or trying to be closer giving hints.

The terms were great for this assignment, good bonus and meeting all my required conditions. 

It was meant to be a 5-7 days shoot, in the outskirts of Bangkok area with full support of assistants and equipments. It was too good to give up the deal, I also did some background check on this company. Profile looks very good and previous testimonials were very legit.

I signed on the agreement and work begins tomorrow. I went back to pack my bags and equipment, excited about a new venture and hopefully to meet her again during the shoot.

The next morning , a MPV with dark tinted windows was waiting for me at the hotel lobby, as I near the vehicle the side door opens, a well dressed man in a suit came out to take my bags asking me to chose a seat. They are all single seater very luxurious pilot seats with massage functions. Not too long after we departed. He told me to comfortable as the ride would be about 4 hours depending on the traffic conditions. 


The moment we are reaching, something felt off. The driver sent to pick me up seemed distant, barely speaking, and the car veered off to a remote industrial area. My gut screamed at me to act, but before I could reach for my phone, a black cloth bag was thrown over my head, and the world went dark.

---

-The First Three Months in the Scam Camp-

I awoke in a tightly packed dormitory, the air thick with sweat and desperation. Metal bunk beds were lined up in rows, each occupied by frightened individuals from different backgrounds—young professionals, university graduates, and even experienced businessmen, all tricked into the same nightmare.

The guards patrolled the hallways with batons and electric prods, ensuring absolute obedience.

The camp was a fully operational scam center designed to run fraudulent gambling, investment, and impersonation schemes. I was assigned to the "customer service" department, where he was forced to create fake profiles and manipulate victims into depositing more money. The rules were strict—daily quotas had to be met, or punishments followed. Failure meant beatings, solitary confinement, or worse, being "sold" to another syndicate for organ trafficking or forced prostitution.


The Mechanics of Deception:
The operation began with the creation of sophisticated websites that mirrored legitimate football betting platforms. These sites showcased real-time match statistics, professional layouts, and enticing promotions to lure in potential bettors. To the untrained eye, they were indistinguishable from authentic betting sites.
My role involved managing multiple fake profiles on social media platforms and online forums. Posing as seasoned bettors or sports analysts, he would share fabricated success stories, boasting about significant winnings and sharing "exclusive" links to the scam websites. These testimonials were crafted to build credibility and entice others to join the platform.

Once a victim registered, they were offered irresistible bonuses—such as matching their initial deposit or providing free bets. These bonuses came with complex terms and conditions, making it nearly impossible for users to withdraw their winnings without continuous reinvestment. As victims placed bets, the system was rigged to allow small wins initially, fostering a false sense of confidence. However, as they wagered larger amounts, losses became frequent, prompting them to chase their losses with more deposits.

Behind the scenes, the camp's technical team manipulated odds and outcomes. They had access to real-time data and could adjust the platform's algorithms to ensure the house always won. If a victim attempted to withdraw substantial winnings, they were met with fabricated technical issues, account verification delays, or demands for additional deposits to "unlock" their funds.

I observed that the psychological manipulation was relentless.

Victims were bombarded with promotional emails, urging them to bet on "sure-win" matches or exclusive events. Pop-up notifications informed them of limited-time offers, pressuring them to act quickly. The platform also employed fake live chats, where bots posing as customer service agents would encourage continued betting, assuring users that a big win was just around the corner.

The camp's reach extended beyond individual bettors. They targeted small businesses and community groups, offering partnership deals to promote the betting platform in exchange for a share of the profits. Once these partners invested time and resources into the collaboration, the scammers would sever ties, leaving the partners to face the fallout from their communities.

My daily routine involved studying the behavior patterns of active users, identifying those who were most susceptible to further exploitation. He was instructed to offer personalized incentives to high-value targets, such as exclusive betting tips or higher deposit bonuses. The goal was to keep them engaged and depositing funds, draining their resources over time.

Understanding the intricacies of these scams highlighted the importance of vigilance in the digital age. It served as a stark reminder that not everything online is as it seems, and the allure of easy money can often lead to devastating losses.


-Joe’s Struggle for Survival-

I was forced to participate in some of these schemes, though I tried to resist. The guards monitored every call, ensuring captives followed the scripts. Those who failed to meet their targets were dragged away, often returning with bruises and broken bones.

I observed everything. I learned the camp’s structure, noted guard shifts, and quietly memorized security vulnerabilities. Every day was a battle to stay alive while gathering the knowledge he needed to escape.

-The Connection with Li Na-

Li Na had been in the camp for six months when I arrived. She was sharp, resourceful, and determined not to break. Unlike the others, she had found ways to resist, subtly sabotaging transactions and redirecting money whenever possible. When I was assigned to work beside her, she wasted no time in testing me.

"Do you want to survive, or do you want to escape?" she whispered one evening, as we sat side by side in their cramped workstations.

I hesitated but nodded. "Both."

She slipped a piece of paper into my hand. "Memorize the guard rotations. We don’t have long."

As days turned into weeks, we exchanged notes, building a careful plan. The camp had weak spots—blind spots in the surveillance, corrupt guards who could be bribed, and an underground network of former captives willing to help.

The plan would take months to execute, but for now, we needed each other.



-A Moment of Escape in the Midst of Hell-

One night, after another grueling day of forced labor, Me and Li Na found ourselves alone in a storage room, an area the guards rarely checked. The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows along the walls. The tension between us had been building for weeks—exchanged glances, lingering touches, the comfort of knowing we weren’t alone.

Li Na exhaled, pressing her back against a stack of boxes. "We might not make it out," she whispered.

I stepped closer, my fingers brushing against her arm. "Then let’s make this moment count."

Our lips met in a desperate, fevered kiss, an escape from the grim reality. Her fingers clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer as my hands traced the curve of her waist, my touch igniting a fire that had been buried under fear and exhaustion. My lips moved along her jaw, trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, the pulse of life that still beat within her.

Li Na’s breath hitched as my hands explored her, unbuttoning her shirt with slow precision. Seeing the glimpse of her black laced bra. The alluring soft white skin of her bouncy breast.

Her body arched against him, her nails raking lightly down his back as heat coiled between us. The urgency grew, fueled by the silent promise that tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed.

I lowered himself, my mouth pressing against the sensitive skin of her collarbone, trailing lower as my hands slid beneath the waistband of her worn-out pants. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as his fingers found her heat, teasing, exploring, drawing out the pent-up frustration and longing. My fingers exploring her light bush before reaching to the tip of her vagina. It seemed very moist as I circled around the tip. Li Na let out a silent moan into my ears. She used her tongue to flicker in my ear. It gave me a jolt sensation any my fingers slid into her.

"Joe…" she gasped, gripping my shoulders, her hips shifting toward me, desperate for more.

I lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the cool metal wall, my own desire burning just as fiercely. Our movements were hurried yet deliberate, our bodies finding a rhythm that drowned out the harsh world outside the storage room. Our moans were muffled against each other’s skin, our need overtaking reason, lost in the rare moment of stolen intimacy.

My rod poking her, I lifted up her dress pulling her panties aside. My head aiming for the fluid tunnel. She is indeed very wet, with much effort it just glided in. It was a very warm and tight feeling. She open her mouth wide moaning silently adjusting to the comfort of my penis entering her. I started to push slowly deeper into her.

As I reached the peak of their passion, Li Na bit down on his shoulder to suppress a cry, her body trembling around him as waves of pleasure cascaded through her. I followed soon after, shooting a big load into her. My grip on her tightening, the world momentarily fading away in the rush of release. As I pull out my penis, her juices mixed with my cum started to flow down her thigh. It’s been a long time since I ejaculated into a hot warm hole.

We held each other in the aftermath, Our breaths mingling, foreheads pressed together.

"Promise me," Li Na whispered, voice still heavy with satisfaction, "that no matter what happens, you’ll make it out."

I brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Only if you’re with me."

A small, bittersweet smile crossed her lips. "Then we survive together."

[diputs1269]

Originally Posted by fishhunterii

After a very long hiatus , I think I should not leave this story hanging. I really do hope I can continue and end the story since at the moment some inspiration came about.

Thanks for coming back after 7 years, cheers!

[HarbinB]

Originally Posted by fishhunterii

After a very long hiatus , I think I should not leave this story hanging. I really do hope I can continue and end the story since at the moment some inspiration came about.

Thats the way to go bro

[ChangeNSex]

Welcome back TS

[tony2046]

Awesome story. Please continue soon TS

[starlight]

Originally Posted by fishhunterii

I had always been cautious when dealing with new clients, but this time, the offer was too tempting to refuse. A high-paying, all-expenses-covered photography job in Bangkok, capturing exclusive wedding events for an elite clientele. The email came through an agency that seemed legitimate, and with Yvonne and Christine temporarily away on business, I figured a short assignment would be a good distraction.

Appointment was set to meet-up the new client, a alluring stunning lady with slender body and long legs. Innocent face with just a nice touch of red lipstick, porcelain skin.

Any guy would be attracted to her. She introduced herself as Arayha.



The meeting was in a upmarket cafe in the bustling streets of Bangkok city, Sitting opposite each other, whenever she speaks her long slender leg would lightly touch onto my calf, is she being nice or trying to be closer giving hints.

The terms were great for this assignment, good bonus and meeting all my required conditions. 

It was meant to be a 5-7 days shoot, in the outskirts of Bangkok area with full support of assistants and equipments. It was too good to give up the deal, I also did some background check on this company. Profile looks very good and previous testimonials were very legit.

I signed on the agreement and work begins tomorrow. I went back to pack my bags and equipment, excited about a new venture and hopefully to meet her again during the shoot.

The next morning , a MPV with dark tinted windows was waiting for me at the hotel lobby, as I near the vehicle the side door opens, a well dressed man in a suit came out to take my bags asking me to chose a seat. They are all single seater very luxurious pilot seats with massage functions. Not too long after we departed. He told me to comfortable as the ride would be about 4 hours depending on the traffic conditions. 


The moment we are reaching, something felt off. The driver sent to pick me up seemed distant, barely speaking, and the car veered off to a remote industrial area. My gut screamed at me to act, but before I could reach for my phone, a black cloth bag was thrown over my head, and the world went dark.

---

-The First Three Months in the Scam Camp-

I awoke in a tightly packed dormitory, the air thick with sweat and desperation. Metal bunk beds were lined up in rows, each occupied by frightened individuals from different backgrounds—young professionals, university graduates, and even experienced businessmen, all tricked into the same nightmare.

The guards patrolled the hallways with batons and electric prods, ensuring absolute obedience.

The camp was a fully operational scam center designed to run fraudulent gambling, investment, and impersonation schemes. I was assigned to the "customer service" department, where he was forced to create fake profiles and manipulate victims into depositing more money. The rules were strict—daily quotas had to be met, or punishments followed. Failure meant beatings, solitary confinement, or worse, being "sold" to another syndicate for organ trafficking or forced prostitution.


The Mechanics of Deception:
The operation began with the creation of sophisticated websites that mirrored legitimate football betting platforms. These sites showcased real-time match statistics, professional layouts, and enticing promotions to lure in potential bettors. To the untrained eye, they were indistinguishable from authentic betting sites.
My role involved managing multiple fake profiles on social media platforms and online forums. Posing as seasoned bettors or sports analysts, he would share fabricated success stories, boasting about significant winnings and sharing "exclusive" links to the scam websites. These testimonials were crafted to build credibility and entice others to join the platform.

Once a victim registered, they were offered irresistible bonuses—such as matching their initial deposit or providing free bets. These bonuses came with complex terms and conditions, making it nearly impossible for users to withdraw their winnings without continuous reinvestment. As victims placed bets, the system was rigged to allow small wins initially, fostering a false sense of confidence. However, as they wagered larger amounts, losses became frequent, prompting them to chase their losses with more deposits.

Behind the scenes, the camp's technical team manipulated odds and outcomes. They had access to real-time data and could adjust the platform's algorithms to ensure the house always won. If a victim attempted to withdraw substantial winnings, they were met with fabricated technical issues, account verification delays, or demands for additional deposits to "unlock" their funds.

I observed that the psychological manipulation was relentless.

Victims were bombarded with promotional emails, urging them to bet on "sure-win" matches or exclusive events. Pop-up notifications informed them of limited-time offers, pressuring them to act quickly. The platform also employed fake live chats, where bots posing as customer service agents would encourage continued betting, assuring users that a big win was just around the corner.

The camp's reach extended beyond individual bettors. They targeted small businesses and community groups, offering partnership deals to promote the betting platform in exchange for a share of the profits. Once these partners invested time and resources into the collaboration, the scammers would sever ties, leaving the partners to face the fallout from their communities.

My daily routine involved studying the behavior patterns of active users, identifying those who were most susceptible to further exploitation. He was instructed to offer personalized incentives to high-value targets, such as exclusive betting tips or higher deposit bonuses. The goal was to keep them engaged and depositing funds, draining their resources over time.

Understanding the intricacies of these scams highlighted the importance of vigilance in the digital age. It served as a stark reminder that not everything online is as it seems, and the allure of easy money can often lead to devastating losses.


-Joe’s Struggle for Survival-

I was forced to participate in some of these schemes, though I tried to resist. The guards monitored every call, ensuring captives followed the scripts. Those who failed to meet their targets were dragged away, often returning with bruises and broken bones.

I observed everything. I learned the camp’s structure, noted guard shifts, and quietly memorized security vulnerabilities. Every day was a battle to stay alive while gathering the knowledge he needed to escape.

-The Connection with Li Na-

Li Na had been in the camp for six months when I arrived. She was sharp, resourceful, and determined not to break. Unlike the others, she had found ways to resist, subtly sabotaging transactions and redirecting money whenever possible. When I was assigned to work beside her, she wasted no time in testing me.

"Do you want to survive, or do you want to escape?" she whispered one evening, as we sat side by side in their cramped workstations.

I hesitated but nodded. "Both."

She slipped a piece of paper into my hand. "Memorize the guard rotations. We don’t have long."

As days turned into weeks, we exchanged notes, building a careful plan. The camp had weak spots—blind spots in the surveillance, corrupt guards who could be bribed, and an underground network of former captives willing to help.

The plan would take months to execute, but for now, we needed each other.



-A Moment of Escape in the Midst of Hell-

One night, after another grueling day of forced labor, Me and Li Na found ourselves alone in a storage room, an area the guards rarely checked. The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows along the walls. The tension between us had been building for weeks—exchanged glances, lingering touches, the comfort of knowing we weren’t alone.

Li Na exhaled, pressing her back against a stack of boxes. "We might not make it out," she whispered.

I stepped closer, my fingers brushing against her arm. "Then let’s make this moment count."

Our lips met in a desperate, fevered kiss, an escape from the grim reality. Her fingers clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer as my hands traced the curve of her waist, my touch igniting a fire that had been buried under fear and exhaustion. My lips moved along her jaw, trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, the pulse of life that still beat within her.

Li Na’s breath hitched as my hands explored her, unbuttoning her shirt with slow precision. Seeing the glimpse of her black laced bra. The alluring soft white skin of her bouncy breast.

Her body arched against him, her nails raking lightly down his back as heat coiled between us. The urgency grew, fueled by the silent promise that tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed.

I lowered himself, my mouth pressing against the sensitive skin of her collarbone, trailing lower as my hands slid beneath the waistband of her worn-out pants. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as his fingers found her heat, teasing, exploring, drawing out the pent-up frustration and longing. My fingers exploring her light bush before reaching to the tip of her vagina. It seemed very moist as I circled around the tip. Li Na let out a silent moan into my ears. She used her tongue to flicker in my ear. It gave me a jolt sensation any my fingers slid into her.

"Joe…" she gasped, gripping my shoulders, her hips shifting toward me, desperate for more.

I lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the cool metal wall, my own desire burning just as fiercely. Our movements were hurried yet deliberate, our bodies finding a rhythm that drowned out the harsh world outside the storage room. Our moans were muffled against each other’s skin, our need overtaking reason, lost in the rare moment of stolen intimacy.

My rod poking her, I lifted up her dress pulling her panties aside. My head aiming for the fluid tunnel. She is indeed very wet, with much effort it just glided in. It was a very warm and tight feeling. She open her mouth wide moaning silently adjusting to the comfort of my penis entering her. I started to push slowly deeper into her.

As I reached the peak of their passion, Li Na bit down on his shoulder to suppress a cry, her body trembling around him as waves of pleasure cascaded through her. I followed soon after, shooting a big load into her. My grip on her tightening, the world momentarily fading away in the rush of release. As I pull out my penis, her juices mixed with my cum started to flow down her thigh. It’s been a long time since I ejaculated into a hot warm hole.

We held each other in the aftermath, Our breaths mingling, foreheads pressed together.

"Promise me," Li Na whispered, voice still heavy with satisfaction, "that no matter what happens, you’ll make it out."

I brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Only if you’re with me."

A small, bittersweet smile crossed her lips. "Then we survive together."

Upped! Reminds me of the netflix show i recently watched