Blurred Lines

Where is the line between fantasy and reality?

Thanks to my editor kenjisato. Also, to LanguageTool. Combined, they put me right. Any problems left all belong to me.

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Note: Films don't normally shoot in chronological order. However, the shooting order makes for a poor story, so I took the liberty of having this film shoot chronologically. I also tried to show the film action separate from the rest, using "Cut!" and "Action!" Hopefully, it won't break the immersion too much.

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My agent set up a meeting with Jack Coulson, the producer of the latest Mortal Kombat flick. Jack said, "With the success of other series doing R-Rated films for some of their characters, I want to go for that market with this flick. This lets us show a lot more skin, and you are well known for that. We can also go further with the action and show more gore."

"While I am all for adding sex, I would be careful when adding blood and gore. Too much, and you break the implied contract with the audience, especially if the good guys are the ones responsible. Having gore for a final blow, can be excused, as that is a core part of the series legacy."

"Quite right. Bad guys, however, don't play nice, so they may do a bit more. I already have a team on determining what level of gore will make the most profit. I already know there is never too much sex, so there will be as much sex as the story will support. You will also get to show more skin, and have several wardrobe malfunctions. You also get to have sex with several others, male and female."

"Sounds fun. Will Pulse and Blight be in this?"

"Yes, and by the same actresses." He saw me frown. "Is there a problem with that?"

"Maybe. Jewel just got married, and is now pregnant. That could complicate shooting schedules, with her being either very pregnant or needing a lot of time with her baby close by."

"I did not know that. I'll look into that." He wrote something on his phone, or maybe texted someone. "Assuming we work that out, do you see any other potential problems?"

"Nothing that can't happen to any project."

"Good. Then, I'd like you to go through the draft script. I want you to critique it, and also make suggestions. You are an expert at sexy warriors, and have enough experience to know what works."

"I'd be happy to do that."

"I'll send the script to your agent, then."

Later that night, I read the script to get a sense of the story. I had a hard time going to sleep as I was thinking about the latest prosthetics I planned to use for the extra arms. The new control system would blow everyone away. In the morning, I would go over it again, making comments, corrections, and suggestions. Eventually, I fell asleep.

I was so excited that I skipped my dawn swim, and dived instead into the script. My first pass was to critique the script and make comments about everything I thought was wrong for the character or the plot, or that would make filming difficult. My next pass was to make suggestions that would tighten the story or make it more intense. The third pass was to make suggestions to add sex and violence that fit the story. I may have gone a tad overboard on the sex side, but I figured no one would mind that.

Filipe saw to it that I had breakfast, and he made sure Cindy and Tammy would feed me later. I ate when I smelled food next to me, but I barely registered it, I was so focused on the story. When I finished, I sat back and stretched... for a second. I realized I needed the bathroom immediately, and I teleported rather than walk just to save a few seconds. I took care of business then showered before going back to my desk. Just in case, I went over all my comments to ensure they made sense.

I fired off an email off to the producer with all my comments. Then I looked about to see what was going on. That's when I found I had gone through the whole day, and it was dark out. I checked the time and saw that it was near the time we would head to bed. So I went downstairs, and joined Filipe on the couch and put my arm around him.

"So, you came up for air."

"Yeah. I got real focused, and I think I got a lot done with that script."

"What script?"

"A new Mortal Kombat script. I am the lead, and it will be R-Rated, and the producer asked me to critique it."

"R-Rated. Oh, my. Well. They got the right actress to do it."

"Yeah. But I think I helped make it better."

"Good. How about you? Are you okay? You've been stuck at that desk all day."

"I'll manage. While I have been inactive all day, physically, I don't think I'll have any difficulty getting to sleep tonight. But you can help with an intense sex session with me."

"I'll be happy to help. Should I invite Cindy?"

"If you want. She can help wear me down."

"In that case, I'll let her know." He texted her, and she arrived a few minutes later.

"Cindy, we're going to bed shortly. Care to join us for a bit?"

"I would be happy to. How soon will you be heading up?"

I shrugged, so Filipe replied, "Half an hour. Good?"

"Yes, sir. Will there be anything else?"

We both shook our heads, so she nodded and left. As I was still naked, Filipe leaned into me and sucked on a nipple while fingering me. I just held him close and relaxed. Twenty minutes later, I came, and we headed to our bedroom. Filipe had just finished undressing when Cindy arrived, already nude.

"Cindy, since Becky Sue hasn't had much exercise today, we want to give her a workout."

"Going to make up for all that desk work, huh? In that case, she goes in the middle. On your back, woman!"

I meekly laid down in the center, trying to hide my smile. Cindy and I occasionally like to play dominant, and today, she decided to be dominant, and I would be her sub. I didn't yet know if Filipe was going to be Cindy's toy to use on me, or if he would be the second dominant. I didn't think he knew yet, either. Cindy just climbed onto and sat on my face, and leaned forward to play with my upper breasts. I felt her signal to Filipe, who spread my legs and impaled me, playing with my lower breasts. I returned the favor and played with Cindy's breasts while sticking my tongue deep into her vagina. The two of them began kissing and tonguing each other.

After we all came that first time, we started with another position, but it needed much more action on my part. For the next three hours, they did their best to wear me out. They didn't stand a chance, and knew it, but we had fun, and it did help me get to sleep later, between the two of them.

In the morning, they were both still there, so I carefully extricated myself before heading out to the pool. Filipe joined me later, saying Cindy went back to her home after they woke up. Since she lived on the property, it didn't take her long to get there. After breakfast, Filipe left to be on set for his part. Sometimes I envy him, so little makeup required, and so easy to fit in any plot, he routinely got roles in a lot more films than I did. The main downside was, he didn't get as many leading or big roles as I did. Still, he was happy with it, so I was happy with it.

A few days later, Jack asked me to meet with the scriptwriter over the weekend. When I got there, it was just the two of us. "Hi there, I'm Eddie."

"Hello, I'm Becky Sue. Jack said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes. He passed along your critique. I don't agree with everything, but wow, you got some great ideas."

"I take it you want to talk about the script?"

"Yes. For the ones I don't agree with, I want to hear why you don't like it. For some of the others, I want to discuss how to expand it a bit with some ideas I chose not to include. I figure you can tweak things to make the ideas work seamlessly if they have any merit."

"Sounds like you're ready to get to work. I'm happy to help."

We spent several hours going over the script, discussing our disagreements, and refining his additional ideas to make them work. In the end, the script was a lot longer. I told him that the director or producer may not want to make it as long as he has made it. We spent another twenty minutes mapping out a number of scenes that were less important to the story, and making a list for the director, of the recommended order of cutting. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but I told him that while the script is his, someone else must realize it, and they would likely want to trim it. By supplying a list, there was a better chance that the cuts made would have less effect on the story.

In the end, Eddie sent off the revised and fatter script. I didn't hear anything more for a month. Then I got a call to meet with the producer, director, and some others for a planning meeting. The main concern was the length of the script. While making an extended-length film was acceptable, the effects budget would be increased a lot. So I told Jack that the latest version of my second pair of arms would need far-less effect work, as they had a much better control system. They would move far more realistically, and would not need a second take to complete.

The director was pushing to use the entire script, and the producer wanted to, but was concerned with the cost. I suggested using Eddie's list to determine the shoot order, and that if and when the money would start to run out, we just wouldn't shoot the further scenes. In the end, they decided to go with my idea.

The actual filming was delayed, so Jewel could join us. They also gave her a soundproof trailer like mine, but instead, it was so that the baby's crying wouldn't disturb filming. The script had been re-written to have Jewel's scenes short, so that she could spend more time with her newborn. Jewel's mother was staying in the trailer to look after the child, as well.

The story was set as a prequel to my first appearance as Obsidian, and the plot had me fight through a number of enemies to rescue Angel, and then through more to rescue Jewel. I also had to travel a long distance through a number of towns to get where the rescue was. It would be in those towns that I would encounter other lesser heroes, and have a number of sexual encounters.

"Action!"

My quest began when a messenger came to Wolf, of the Edenian Knights, my combat instructor. He called to me, "Obsidian, come here."

I went to him, and said, "Yes, Master?"

"The time has come for your trial. I know you are ready, but others must have more objective proof. So I entrust this task to you."

"What am I to do?"

"Divinations have revealed two of the four-breasted mages have been captured. They have also determined where they are, at least for now. You need to travel to the cities of Demon's Breath and Magma Crossing. The details are here." Wolf handed me the paper. "But first, you must report to the Queen for additional instructions."

I read the paper, and said, "I will need special weapons. These steel ones are good, but they do not work well with my magic. Tonight, I shall create the weapons I need."

"Practice is done. Go pack, and prepare. I will bring dinner soon."

I then left.

"Cut!" The director shouted.

We relocated to a different area of the set that was prepared as a cliff face, with lots of obsidian rocks in it. It was already prepared with hidden lights and other things, and I just had to reach in with my hands to pull out my signature blades. I had to spend fifteen minutes waiting, while they tested my outfit's secret lights, and the radio controller to ensure they would light up as needed for the upcoming ritual. Seems someone liked my premiere outfit's special effects.

The director's aid shouted, "Quiet on the set!" When he had it, he continued with, "Action!" I waited for the clapperboard, and then entered.

"Powers of the earth, I beseech thee, lend me your substance to become my weapons!"

As I said this, I moved all four arms in different ways, and had various hidden lights appear underneath my outfit to illuminate my skin. I timed placing all four hands into the cliff, so that they entered just as the light hit them. When I pulled them out, I had the sword and three daggers in my hands. I sat on a convenient boulder and put the leg bracers on, after securing my arm bracers. Then I went back to the cliff face, and said, "Thank you, oh blessed one. I shall use them well." Turning and walking a short distance, I came to a fallen tree. I swung with the dagger, and it sliced through a three-inch branch. I then swung the sword, and it cut through the ten-inch trunk.

Just then, a voice called out, "Excellent weapons, warrior." I turned to see Wolf.

"These blades are made of pure obsidian, as are my bracers. They shall lend me the strength of the earth in attack, and protect me with the hardness of the earth in defense."

"Come with me, and let me see what I can get for your blades. As sharp as they are, they are a danger to you, so you need a good pair of sheathes."

"Cut!" Again, we changed scenes, but this time back to our camp. I placed the real obsidian weapons into a wooden case that the armorer then locked and took off set. In the next scene, Wolf handed me my sheathed weapons, but with well-used sheathes that I would replace later in the film, with the custom ones seen in the other films. My tiara, arm bands, and leg bands would not be seen in this movie, and the necklace would not be seen until the end of the movie as my 'reward' for completing the mission.

"Action!"

The scene with the Queen had me in a traveling outfit, but the only leather was a wide belt that held my weapons. The queen began, "Obsidian, you are a spell-blade, yet you look far too much like your father's people. Others will think you to be as his people, solving everything by brute force. Use that assumption to defeat them, but be careful. If it becomes known you are also a mage, they will be better prepared for you. You go into evil territory. You must act as they do, or you will be noted. Yet you cannot do it too much, as you are good. Use your cunning to find ways to appear brutal without being so. Or use that brutality that is also your heritage on those deserving of it. Find and rescue Pulse and Blight. But keep your eyes open. You may encounter others that may help you. Take this coin to travel swiftly."

I took the bag proffered, and replied, "I shall go swiftly, and use my cunning to pass unnoticed until it is too late."

"Then go. Blessings be upon you."

I nodded, and left the hall. Offstage, I waited for the scene to play out with the Queen talking with an advisor, thus telling the audience of the upcoming encounters I might meet.

"Cut!"

That was all the scenes filmed that day. The schedule called for my travel scenes to be done later, as very few people were needed for them. The director called to me, "Helen, come here a moment, I need to speak with you."

I came and said, "What can I do for you?"

"Your arms. I thought we were going to be shooting double. What's up with them?"

"Oh, that. They are the new model prosthetic with the latest controller. I did some work with Red Horizons, and one of the results was better replacement limbs. These extra arms are just replacement limbs mounted lower than usual. I can even write with them, or pick up an egg without cracking it. I have practiced enough to learn how to control them as a second set of arms. Using all four at once takes a lot of work, but I also still use the older routines to help out, so I don't have to track them all the time. I also plan to use clips of this movie in their advertising, to show just how versatile they have become."

"They can really do all that? That's rather surprising."

"Yes. Already, they are being used as remote arms in labs where you need to be separated from the work, and also by vets who have lost limbs. With this movie, and some subsequent cosplay events, I want to show just how far they have come."

"That will definitely reduce the production cost. Thanks for the explanation."

The next day, we shot my entry into a large town. The script called for me to establish my brutality quickly, by going through the market, and in an altercation, toss aside a large man. While my fake arms can lift about fifty pounds, my real arms could easily handle much more. He was closer to three hundred, and since he had a suitable outfit, I only used one hand to lift him as I spoke down to him. I tossed him to the side, right into a set of landing pads. I must have been a little too scary for him, as he had a little accident while I was holding him off the ground. The director thanked him for a 'realistic' response. I later apologized to him, saying I was just trying to play my character.

"Action!"

The scene at the inn started with me alone at a corner table with my back to the wall, and a large meal in front of me. I stopped eating, as I noticed someone pickpocketing some of the nastier locals. The camera shifted below the table, filming my lower hands casting a spell while I whispered the words, "Keeper of the light, is that thief a good man in this evil place?" The lighting built into my outfit showed the 'magic', and then a small white glow, before winking out.

When he came near me, I called out, "You, fool, come join me. I have need for laughter."

He looked over at me, then elsewhere, so I said, "Yes, you. Come before you annoy your betters."

So he came over, and said, "I am no fool."

In a whisper, I replied, "You are a fool to steal from them." Loudly, I said, "You move as a jester, and so you are a buffoon. I have journeyed far, and I desire entertainment. I chose you. Sit with me." I then patted the bench next to me.

He looked mortified when I accused him, but his face turned thoughtful, and he joined me. Quietly, in a whisper, he asked, "How?"

Whispering back, I said, "The way you move. You are a hunter of men. I saw your focus, even if others did not. I also saw that you selected your prey carefully. You select only the most evil, but somewhat-inebriated ones. You distract with your voice, even as you relieve them of their valuables. Have a care; some may track you once they know that something is missing."

"What would you have me do? Nothing? They have earned death, or great punishment, but will not be given it here."

I paused a bit, and then said, "I would have you join me on my journey. Your skills would be useful, and I can handle them." I nodded to the crowd. "We can discuss it in my room. Here, have some food." I pushed some of my food at him. When we finished, we both got up, then I picked him and put him over my shoulder. As he cried out, I loudly said, "Quit whining. I paid for a good time, and I will have it." I then walked out to laughter, and others cheering me on.

As soon as we got into my room, I set him down and said, "Return my dagger. It is too sharp for you." he tried to look innocent, so I said, "Left sleeve, near your elbow. My dagger." I then held out my hand. He reluctantly handed it back after pulling it from his sleeve. "We may not have that much time, so we might as well enjoy what we have." I started to take my clothes off, but kept my weapons near.

"You meant what you said?"

"No, I don't intend to pay you. But as for a good time, why not? You look good to me. Now, are you going to strip, or do you want me to play and maybe damage your clothes?"

"Cut!"

The crew swarmed over my fake arms to ensure there was flesh-tone latex hiding every bit of the seam. This would allow me to be filmed, even from the back, and not see the mechanics of the prosthetics.

"Action!"

He decided to strip. We headed to the bed, and proceeded to have sex, with lots of camera angles. I took control, and was dominant, dictating our session, and he managed to give me several orgasms. He even came twice.

After we finished, we lay side by side. "Tell me, what other skills do you have? I have seen your patience, and distraction skills. Can you fight? Can you cook? Can you find food in the wilderness?"