The Filming Starts

The camera started to roll. Which was a nice and descriptive way of saying that the cameras turned on, being that they were digital in nature, and ergo required no film to, well, film.

Elana realised she was distracting herself. She was standing in the set of the locker room, the cold tiles of the floor filtering through her black stockings into her feet. She was doing her best to ignore the cameras, and the eyes of the crew who were filming all of this, even though she knew that in only a moment, they would be seeing her naked. She imagined what it must be like for them, waiting, anticipating. Knowing there was only one way that this could all play out... And the best part of it was? They didn't even have to worry about it being criminal. All of this was allowed, all of this was legal. What was it that Amy had said? She was just some slave girl who was about to get fucked on camera.

Elana's pulse sped up, a tingle running through her body. one that was hard to describe or explain. She could feel excitement rising in her chest, but it was twinned with a pervasive sense of humiliation at the knowledge of what was to come. She examined it, almost clinically, as a woman who enjoyed this sort of thing, she'd gotten good at reading her own feelings when it came to submission and humiliation. The uniform she was wearing was still tight across her chest, and her panties were tight enough that each step she took elicited a little spark of excitement between her legs.

Before they had started filming, Elana and Amy had shared an intense but short discussion of what they were going to be doing, and this knowledge made her feel a bit more prepared. Her face was slightly flushed, but that was probably simple excitement. Elana felt her mind drifting back to the last time she had actually worn a uniform like this. In college. She'd been a sheltered girl, and had hardly even begun her sexual awakening then. Especially not plumbing it to the depths that she later did. Elana didn't understand the fetish that many people had for uniforms, but the scenario did tickle her in a different way. She'd never been bullied. Sure, she'd been isolated a little bit, and kind of nerdy, but no one had ever so much as called her names, never mind tracking her down in a locker room and making her do things to them or to herself, then maybe even recording it and using that record to blackmail her into more and more dirty deeds that could be used to force her to go even further and-

She forced herself to focus, killing the fantasy before it started. Maybe Amy was right, and she was a bit too prone to go off into her own head? Anyway, it didn't matter, the moment had come. Heart beating, Elana moved over to one of the lockers, unlocking it (It actually didn't even lock at all) and fumbling inside as if looking for her things. A few seconds later, she heard the door to the set open, and Amy entered. Elana shot a look over her shoulder, hoping the camera wouldn't pick it up.

Amy looked, well, splendid. Elana was forced to admit that even if she didn't understand the uniform fetish in general, god-damn did it help out her girlfriend. Amy's frame was trim and fit, slender, and the uniform hugged her body, accentuating the curve of her chest and waist. Her skirt moved slightly as she walked forward, her short-cut red hair drawing the eye to her face. The dark tights that she wore clung to her legs, and like Elana, she had not been given shoes.

They'd talked before about what they wanted to do, about how to frame the story. It seemed silly, but Amy was determined not to let one of them get punished, even though Elana felt it might be rather fun. So they had come up with a basic plot before they had started. Now, they just had to stick to it. Problem was, Amy could feel Henry watching from the side. His gaze was intense and focused. He wasn't like the others, horny and waiting for the action, but instead, seemed to be actually watching, paying attention, focused on the two of them. He'd said that it had to be degrading, humiliating. It set her heart fluttering, but at the same time, Elana knew she'd much rather be humiliated by Amy than some random guy.

Amy stalked across the floor, Elana waited in silence. Anticipation caught in her throat. The invisible presence of the camera was all-consuming. Then, suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned, finding that Amy had approached her from behind.

"H-hey Amy..." Elana said. They'd decided to use their real names for this. It wasn't like their identity was being hidden anyway. After this, any fan would be able to find them or look them up. "What's up?"

Amy leaned closer, Elana felt her presence, the heat of her body so close now. She backed away, feeling the locker impacting against her spine gently. For a moment, the camera seemed to vanish, and it was just Amy. She felt a shiver run up her spine.

"Hey, Elana." Amy said, her voice was low, playful but dangerous. Like one of the games they'd played together in bed, one of the fantasies they had played out so many times before. But now so much more real. They were not in their home anymore, not in their room, but in a set, a locker room like that out of any school or college, and they were being recorded.

The two women had discussed basic plot details before they started the act. It seemed weird to say, but neither of them wanted to get it wrong, since there would surely be a punishment for that. Amy and Elana had talked out what they would do and what would happen, the memory of it made her heart beat faster, a rush of blood colouring her face. Her skin was tingling, and she tried not to show it.

"W-what's up?" She repeated. "It's not like you to interrupt after class. Uh, can I do something for you? I was sort of about to get changed..."

Amy's hand moved up, playing with Elana's hair, twirling it around her fingers. The motion was gentle, and yet the sensitive red head could not miss it.

"I've been thinking, Elana..." Amy said. "You're pretty new here, right?"

"Y-yeah." Elana nodded.

"Well, I've been doing some research into you..." Amy purred in a voice that made Elana's skin crawl. "It turns out you have a bit of a history, don't you?"

Elana blanched.

"You can't be serious. I mean, you really can't."

"I am totally serious."

Amy's hand fixed around Elana's chin, forcing the other woman to look into her eyes. Amy was good at acting. She was sharp, predatory, only the faintest suggestion of her actual feelings could be divined from her face. Elana could see her regret, her distaste coming through, but no one else could.

"I found everything." She said. "Little Elana, you're going to have to do everything that I say unless you want everyone to find out about your past."

Elana looked for a moment, trying to muster a sense of outrage and defiance, then, Amy's other hand slipped slowly down the side of her body, tracing a lethargic path down her waist. Elana's breath caught in her throat, Amy's fingers slipped down the band of her skirt, her skin was hot, burning with desire and lust as Amy's hand slowly stroked her mound, fingers gently parting her lower lips.

Elana shuddered, her body screamed for more, but she could feel the camera on her, the sense of humiliation was intense as her girlfriend touched her for the pleasure of men and women they didn't even know. She was surprised by just how different it felt. It made her feel dirty, tainted somehow. Even though Amy's touch also made her feel weak at the knees, made her tremble, it didn't feel the same at all.

She pushed the other woman away, and Amy took a few steps back, her hand emerged from Elana's skirt.

"You can't be serious." Elana said. "You stay away from me."

Amy smirked again, the look of a predator, and only Elana really was able to see just how much of it was an act.

"Or you'll what?" She asked. "You'll tell everyone? Well, then I'll just have to show them everything I found, so that we can have an even playing field, and won't that be fun?"

"No." Elana moaned. "I can't afford that. Don't you understand? I was young and stupid. That doesn't... those pictures aren't me..."

"Well, then..." Amy said. "It seems like you have no choice, do you? So long as you want those to remain secret, so long as you ant your past to be buried, you're mine in body and soul. You're my bitch."

Elana recoiled, but only a little, the word sent a surge of excitement through her body, made her shiver with horror and desire.

"Fuck you." She said, the words surprising her.

"Later." Amy replied. "But firstly, we need to cure you of your attitude, don't we?"

She moved forwards suddenly, Elana was not quite prepared, and before she knew it, Amy had pinned her against the wall of lockers, with her face pressed to the metal. She gasped in actual surprise. Amy was fast and strong! The other woman held her hands behind her back, forcing her chest forwards into the metal so that her breasts were grinding against the lockers.

"Spread your legs." Amy snarled.

"N-no!" Elana protested. "Let go!"

She yelped suddenly as Amy twisted her arms, sending a surge of pain through her. The other woman leaned forwards, gently kissing the side of her neck. As she did so, she murmured the words softly.

"I'm sorry, 'Lana.'"

Then, she spoke more loudly for the camera.

"If you don't spread your legs, I'll twist your damn arms off."

Tears in her eyes from the pain, Elana spread her legs, feeling the wind ghosting up her skirt as she moved her feet apart. A moment later, Amy's knee pressed into her lower self, pushing upwards with enough force to make her squeak in surprise.

"Grind against it like the whore you are."

Elana shook her head, but even as she did, her body started to respond. She was horny, the whole thing was in layers, both the game she was playing here, with Amy, and the actual game they were playing with the rulebook, and she was giddy with anticipation. She felt mounting humiliation as her lower body began to grind against Amy's knee, pressing her pussy down into the hard bone, she knew that she was wet, and knew that Amy could feel that she was wet. Her breath was heavy, and the camera burned in the back of her mind, but she could do nothing else, or so she told herself.

Grinding against Amy's knee was no relief. It was blunt, and hard, and she couldn't really get any penetration, just pressure which teased and tormented her lower lips. The impact smooshed them slightly, sent waves of desire streaking through her shaking arms and legs. She gasped, breathing heavily as she raised and lowered herself, trying to find some rhythm.

She felt like such a slut. Grinding herself on the leg of another woman, her hands held behind her back, and being filmed for a porn movie. Elana felt like she was living one if her fantasies, the way that only the rulebook could let her do. The world was sharp, colourful, her senses were focused, driven to the max. The need which burned between her legs was almost painful, her nipples had become stiff, engorged with her desire. Her skin was hot and shivering, her clit ring was doing the most, as she ground against Amy, the ring moved back and forth, teasing her clitoris with constant motion, dragging at it this way and that. A moan tore itself free of her throat, and Elana realised that she was growing more and more aroused. But before she could start to climax, she felt Amy withdraw her knee, and sagged down, collapsing into a sitting position as Amy released her arms.

Amy's next words made her burn with shame.

"Wow. You're so wet down there. I guess you've been waiting for this for a long time, eh? Okay, take off your blouse, let's see what we have to work with.

Elana glared up defiantly. The air was tense, and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Slowly, she rose to her feet. Her heart hammered as she shed the green blouse that had come with the uniform. Her breasts tingled with infuriating desire, poking out through the white shirt, making it clear how aroused she was. Amy stepped forward, once more, the two women were close enough that Elana could feel her lover's presence. Amy's hands rose, fumbling with the buttons on the white top. Elana felt the tension ease as the first one was undone, then the second. For a moment, they locked eyes. Both of them knowing that Elana was about to be undressed in front of hundreds or more. Though Amy played a role of strength, the truth was that they were both equally powerless, her eyes were deep, catching Elana with a look of regret and sympathy. Though she did not stop herself as her hands undid the last few buttons.

Elana's skin shivered as she felt the cold air touch it directly; her shirt had been undone, exposing a long line of skin from her neck to her waist. But that was only the start. A moment later, Any took hold of both sides of the coat, and drew them back, exposing Elana's chest and waist. The long-haired woman took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she felt it done.

"Piercings?" Amy said. Elana felt her fingering the one on her right breast, gently tugging on it with her hands. "Well, I suppose I am not surprised.

Amy stroked her chest, her hands running across Elana's breasts, leaving a tingling trail of ecstasy. Her skin felt warm to the touch, and her fingers were pleasurably rough, closing around the flesh of her chest and messaging it, stroking along the curve of her chest, gently rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Then, suddenly, she yanked on them, making Elana squeal. The sensitivity of her chest made it much worse, and Amy pulled harshly for a few seconds. When she stopped, Elana sighed in relief. But only for a moment. Amy delivered a ringing slap to her right breast, the feeling painful and stinging. Elana hissed, and then moaned as a second one took her left, the strikes leaving her reddened.

"These are mine now." Amy hissed. "Do you understand? You're mine now."

"N-no..." Elana said. Then, she yelped again as Amy delivered another strike, slightly harder than the last, her whole body flinched at the pain, and Amy looked regretful for a moment. But they both had to play their roles.

"I'll keep going until you admit it." Amy said. "Are you my slave?"

"No!"

Slap! Elana opened her mouth, moaning wordlessly at the impact which swept through her chest.

"N-no!"

Another blow, this time, it stung more than hurt, the feeling spreading through her breast and nipple, making her blink away the tears. Elana staggered, and sunk to her knees.

"P-please..." She said.

"I'll stop when you admit that you are mine in body and soul."

"N....no...." Elana shook her head. They had talked before about what they were going to do, Amy had warned her that it would get serious. She'd said that Elana could give in if she wanted, since it would allow them to be more gentle. But Elana did not want. The pain had awoken something in her, the idea of being forced to repent of her personhood right in front of a camera made her awash with desire and horror in mixed amounts. She didn't want to give in, she wanted it to be taken.

"All right then." Amy said. She took hold of Elana and forced her back to her feet, and half dragged her to the middle of the room where there was a low wooden bench. Elana felt herself forced down with her back to it, lying upon the wood. Amy caught one of her legs, and Elana shivered, feeling her hands against her silken skin. Then, the nylon tight that she had been wearing was removed. Her legs felt strangely bare without it. The one on her other leg was removed in the same way. A moment later, Amy wrapped the tights around each of her legs, using them like rope to secure her into an open-legged position.

Elana lay on the bench for a moment, her breath catching in her chest. Her heart was beating, hammering madly away, and she could feel her throat drying out. Amy walked around the bench, pausing for a moment to take off her own tights, and then using those to bind Elana's arms to the bench's supports. With the two bindings set, Elana could not move, or at least, not very far. Tights were stretchy though, and she felt like she could have broken out if she wanted. But that wasn't the point; they were psychological, preventing her from moving freely, reminding her that she was helpless and pinned.

"Last chance." Amy said, moving to the other side of the bench. Elana craned her neck, but could not see her. Her lover had moved to the bottom of the bench, where her legs were splayed open. A rising tide of emotion was sweeping through Elana now. She felt open and exposed, her legs forced apart. She still had her panties, but knew that this wouldn't last long. The feeling of resistance as she tried to close her knees was mind-blowing, even though the tights were not really enough to stop her if she tried, she felt totally restrained, helpless beyond reason. Though she could not see the camera, she fancied that she could feel it, burning into her helpless body, tracing across her lower self. "Admit that you are my slave, and that you'll be that way for a long time. If you do, this can be as fun for you as it is for me. Otherwise, it's going to get rough."

"I won't." Elana snarled. "I can't. I-ah!"

Her sentence was cut off when she felt Amy reach for her panties, brushing them aside slowly, so as to expose her sex. Elana felt a flush of heat and terror, knowing that it was all being recorded. That the internet was about to see her most intimate place. She threw her head back as she felt something solid slowly grinding against her womanhood. Amy's finger. Her pussy quivered, her lower lips were absolutely soaked now, the last shreds of her dignity had been torn away.

Elana gasped suddenly, her body tensed. Amy's fingers had started to force their way between her lips, her body froze as she felt the intrusion. Amy was not moving slowly, but quickly, grinding them into her the motion and friction making her body tingle and scream. Elana gasped, her body arched, and the tights that were holding her flexed, reminding her of their presence. Elana felt her lower body scream from stimulation, Amy's fingers were pushing into her womanhood, entering her, grinding against her, making her quiver and moan. It was rough, not gentle at all, and Elana could only lay and endure it, even as she felt her lower body moving in time with the intrusion. Even as she felt her heart start to beat up, her core to twitch and grind against the fingers. She tried not to make any sound, but could not help but moan each time she felt her lower lips forced aside. Amy's assault was ferocious, hungry, predatory, it cared not for Elana's feelings, but merely wanted to see her shamed and torn down. Elana's pussy flexed and hugged Amy's fingers, making it all the more sensitive to their movements, to the friction of their entry, with each twitch, Elana's whole body seemed to flex, as erotic pleasure whipped through her, it was unrelenting, not stopping, not slowing. A barrage of sensation that made her head spin and her mind swim in lust.

Before she knew it, Elana felt her body convulse, climaxing visibly for Amy and the camera as well. She felt the heat building, building, and then discharging, and lay, gasping, on the bench.

"Are you my slave, bitch?" Amy asked.

"I...." Elana gasped for air, her senses straining. "Never..."

"Then we'll try again."

"W-what?"

Again, Elana felt Amy's hands at her entrance, her fingers pressing into her womanhood, sliding aside her lower lips. Amy's fingers filled her up, entering her, violating her, making her twitch and moan and gasp. She felt it all the more keenly this time, her sensitivity had risen thanks to her previous climax, and her body screamed for a chance to rest. But Amy gave it no such chance, she attacked as fiercely as she had before, mounting pleasure upon pleasure, making Elana quiver and cry out, her pussy screamed for release, more urgent and more desperate than ever. Her skin stung now, her eyes were wide, and she could not stop the moans which tore themselves free of her, her spine arched, her limbs pulling against the nylon bindings that held her in place. Her lips opened, and she loosed a wordless cry as her lower self was tortured, stimulated without a chance to rest and recover.

Elana bucked fiercely, her legs kicking out as much as they could, the wave of pleasure struck her again, threatening to carry away her logical mind. Her pussy, stimulated already, exploded with a current that rocked her whole body, and stole the air from her lungs. Elana groaned, her eyes were went wide, and then closed tightly as she tried to ride it out. Her hands bunched into fists, her toes and fingers went numb.

After several minutes, she was able to interact with the world again. She was gasping heavily, her body sweaty, glinting. Her hair was in a mess from all the twitching she'd been doing.

"One last chance, Elana." Amy said. "If you don't agree this time, I'll make you beg to be my slave."

"You...you can't..." Elana's voice sounded weak even to her.

"I can." Amy promised. "Do you want to see how?"

Elana suddenly felt a bolt of something rip through her body. Amy's hands had moved from her pussy itself, gently stroking her clitoris, marked by the piercing, it was impossible to miss. Stimulated beyond all measure, even simply brushing it made Elana go pale.

"No..." She whispered.

"Yes." Amy said. "We can keep going like this for hours, you know. You can scream if you want, but no one will come. I can sit here, and toy with you... make you beg and plead... you'll give in eventually, so why not do it now?"

Before Elana could answer, Amy lowered her head, the feeling of her hot breath against Elana's bud made her head go faint. Amy's tongue gently lapped at her, the motion was slow, almost sensual. It would have been nice if she had not already been so stimulated. As it was, it was almost a form of torture, her clit screamed, the touch was agonising, her nerve endings all burned with it.

"I won't!" Elana managed between clenched teeth. Then, she forced back a moan as Amy's fingers twisted her clitoris, her lower self grew unsteady, her legs bucked. Arousal spiked through her, and also the agony of over stimulation. She gasped and writhed, not even caring that she was putting on a show for the camera. Amy's lips closed around her clitoris, her tongue gently touching it, she started to suck on it, the feeling agonisingly intense. Elana threw her head back, the power to speak stolen by the sensation which was ripping through her body.

Amy drove her to the absolute limit. Elana's clit was throbbing with desire and stimulation, and Amy mercilessly pressed it onward, toying with it, teasing it. She sucked on it and blew on it, played with it between her fingers. She pulled on the clit ring, sometimes roughly, enough to make Elana yelp, and sometimes with fingers as gentle as a lover. Her clitoris throbbed, becoming harder and harder to ignore, so that each touch burned in her mind. With her legs and arms pinned, she could do nothing to protect or shield herself. It was a torture as personal as it was intimate. Amy did not give her time to rest, did not let her recover. Her most sensitive area was subjected to constant attention, edging her, teasing her, making her want to scream.

"P-please...." Elana managed to say, when she was able to speak again, the waves of pleasure crashed against her mind, stealing her voice away for minutes at a time. "S-stop, please!"

"You know what to say to make me stop." Amy said. "You're going to be my slave from now until I get bored. You'll do everything I say, like strip in front of the class, or run naked through the school."

"N-no, please!"

"Oh yes..." Amy purred, her fingers curling about Elana's clitoris, making the other girl convulse. "And that's only the start of it. Next time you need to present a project? We'll see how well you do it with a vibrator up your little pussy. Or maybe I'll just make it so that you have to masturbate every time you want to speak? There is so much that we are going to do together, Elana... so much fun we're going to have. All you have to do is say those little words. All you have to do is admit what you are."