Savannah heard the footfalls of the guys coming to collect her, so she got up from her desk and spread her legs apart and placed her hands against the wall. She had been a prisoner for over a month now, she guessed, so she had this routine down.
The cell door slid open with a bang. Joe gave the clipped order: "Strip." So she removed her cami and panties and laid them neatly on the bed. She left her socks on: the concrete cellar floor was cold. She didn't have any shame about her nakedness. Not any more. But at least these days she had clothes, such as they were, to wear. Better than the first week. Way better.
The guys grabbed her, roughly, by the arms and hustled her out of her cell and up the stairs to the blindingly bright lights of the studio.
Larry had the cameras already set up, but not by the bed. No, a girl was strapped down to an exam table, her eyes covered in a blindfold, a big red ball gag forced her mouth open wide, her arms beneath her, her legs strapped in and spread. Her full bush prevalent, her skin a mocha color.
Larry nodded to the girl. "You know her?" he said.
"Yes," Savannah whispered.
Savannah knew her. She was Sarah's roommate, Sameera. Savannah didn't dare lie to Larry. She didn't know how much he knew, and she guessed what happened. Sarah probably brought Sameera to the studio under some pretext, and then betrayed her, just like she did to Savannah, over a month ago.
Larry grunted. "Yeah, some Indian girl. Dots, not feathers."
Paki girl,
Savannah corrected Larry, but not out loud.
Larry didn't take to back-talk. He never had, only now, backtalk was punished, instantly and hard.
"Not gonna lie," Larry said. "Your gf could've done better. View counts are lower with foreigners, but, eh, so you have to spice this up a bit. This is gonna be a bit of a training vid. Shave her smooth then bring her off with your mouth. Make her watch the whole thing. Make her beg for it. If it's good, you get to have her eat you out. If it's not, ..."
Larry shrugged and left that hanging, but he didn't like doing retakes. He had shit to do. Managing HotTeens-dot-com was a bitch, and editing a film always took way longer than he wanted. Bad takes put him in a bad mood.
And you don't want Larry in a bad mood, Savannah had learned that the hard way, too.
Larry eyed Savannah balefully. "Well, the day's not getting any longer... ACTION!" he shouted, and the crew trained a camera on Savannah.
Savannah pulled off her socks and tip-toed up to the bound girl, as the balls of her feet could take the cold of the floor better, and it also made her a little bit taller. Savannah was a small girl in every respect, just barely cresting five feet, but not even close to one hundred pounds, thin arms, thin legs, thin waist, ... no tits. None. She had two bumps on her chest but that was it. If she cut her hair short, she could pass for a boy, ... a ten year old boy.
Now that Savannah saw Sameera naked for the first time, she saw that she was ... beautiful. Sameera was just a super-sweet, shy girl at school, having come from Pakistan to study, so she had the language, which she owned whenever she said just a few words so softly you had to strain to hear them, but she had long, flowing, pitch-black wavy hair, eyes, two dark pools, but she had curves, and, unlike Savanna, more like Sarah, she had a pair of generous tits that made boys stare. They weren't huge, or out there, but, like the rest of her, the were beautiful and girlish and feminine. Sameera tried to struggle on the exam table, but she was firmly bound in place: a strap across her forehead, one across her shoulders, hands bound at the wrists, and, of course her legs were strapped in. Sameera could hump, but how would that help her? Savannah worried that she might hurt herself if Sameera struggled while Savannah shaved her with that wicked straight-edge razor.
Savannah approached Sameera's head and began to undo the blindfold. Sameera started screaming into the gag. The sounds she made were terrified and pitiful. Savannah bent over by Sameera's ear and whispered,
"Sameera, it's me, Savannah. Look ..."
"CUT!" Larry hollered. Savannah snapped up, chalk-white, holding the blindfold in her hand. Sameera whined, confused, blinded by the spotlights focused on her and Savannah.
"Hey, you!"
Larry shouted. "Did I tell you I could talk to the sammi?"
"No, sir!" Savannah said quickly. "I just ..."
"Taze her, Ralph," Larry snapped.
Bizzt.
And Savannah seized up and crumpled to the floor, unconscious, right by the exam table.
"Shit!" Larry cursed. Take 1 and things were already going to shit. He knew this was going to be a bad day. "Get her the fuck off the floor. Take ... eh, twenty, everybody!"
The film crew quickly disbanded to the kitchenette to grab-n-go whatever as two of Larry's thugs man-handled Savannah off to the bed, where so much of the action in the studio took place. Not today, however. Larry towered over Sameera, frowning down at her.
"Welcome to the club," he said gruffly. "Here are the rules: you follow the rules, you don't get hurt ... maybe. You step out of line? You give me back-talk? You look at me funny? You even think something stupid? You get punished, and you'll keep getting punished until you fall back in line ... or until you're dead. I don't have time for this shit, so the second you decide you don't wanna lay on your back and make me money will be your last one, sugar-tits, got me?"
Larry didn't wait for an answer, and he didn't acknowledge Sameera's wide, scared, pleading eyes. He turned, looking down at his Apple Watch and cursed. "Fuck," he said. "Is this day ever going to end?" and he trudged off to the coffee table to feed his face with another fucking donut he didn't need.
...
"Okay," Larry shouted. "Let's try this, again. Places everybody."
Savannah had had a small plastic cup of water and a bathroom break to collect herself after she regained consciousness.
"Hot Peach Pie, take two!" Ralph called out and snapped the board.
"ACTION!" Larry called.
Savannah tip-toed up to Sameera, again, this time wordlessly removing the blindfold that had been replaced over Sameera's eyes. Savannah then cranked the headrest so that Sameera was looking down her own body. Savannah, still wordless, went to the sink and started running the water, waiting for the cold, cold water to warm some. She looked between Sameera's legs at her thick bush. Sameera whimpered softly, trying to turn her head away, but she couldn't.
"Oh," Savanna moaned hungrily, "what a pretty pussy you're gonna have when I shave you clean, baby!" Her voice thick with faux-desire.
Sameera grunted in surprise. Savannah tested the water: still cold, of course. She squatted down so that Sameera's thighs were now eye-level. "Oh," she moaned, "I'm gonna love eating you out until you cum, baby! You wanna cum in my mouth?"
"nnn!"
Sameera grunted, flabbergasted.
"Ya gettin' all wet for me, are you, baby?" Savannah continued, her eyes hooded with lust, ignoring Sameera's protest.
"Nnnnn!"
Sameera grunted again.
Savannah rested her hands on Sameera's thighs, who jerked hard, shocked. Savannah bit her lip apologetically, mouthing the word
'sorry!'
Her tiny hands, normally cold, were like ice from the cold water and her own shock, recovering from the tazing. Undeterred, Savannah leaned in and kissed Sameera's inner thigh, a soft peck that barely registered.
Savannah got up, tested the water again and smiled. "Ooh, baby! Imma gonna shave you
gooood!"
She held her hands under the water to warm them, then, forming a cup, began to poor cup after cup of warm water all over Sameera's thick bush, the water tricking over her hips, between her legs, onto the table then down to the floor. Savannah seemed not to care, as she deluged Sameera's vagina with water, then just kept on pouring water. She then lathered up her hands with cream and applied it liberally over Sameera's thick thatch. Savannah then took the very wicked straight-edge that gleamed in the light and put her hand on Sameera's tummy.
"You see this thing?" she crooned. Sameera whimpered. "It can cut you bad, baby, so you press your sweet ass into the table, and if you get more scared, you press your ass harder into the table, and you don' git hurt. If you wanna turn this into a gore-fest, fight me, baby, but I guarantee you that it'll hurt like a mother-fucker! But if you keep your ass pressed into the table, I'll be sweet and gentle, got me?"
Sameera shifted her eyes away from Savannah as much as she could.
Savannah's eyes narrowed. She put the flat edge of cold steel against Sameera's nipple. Sameera screamed in utter terror, slamming her eyes back to Savannah.
"YOU GOT ME, BITCH?"
Savannah screamed.
Sameera whimpered, scared.
Savannah smirked. That was 'yes' enough for her. She removed the cold steel from Sameera's nipple, and was about to set to work, but gave that a pause, instead, bending over Sameera and sucking her hard nipple into her mouth for a good long suck and lick.
"NEEEEEEEE?"
Sameera screamed.
Savannah smiled into Sameera's tit, sucking hard, then biting down, softly, on Sameera's nipple before pulling her mouth away, sucking hard as she did. Sameera tit snapped back to her chest, and her face wore an utterly stunned expression.
"Good
girl," Savannah purred.
The boom operator swallowed.
