Dressing for the Role

Elana and Amy slept together that night, Both in the metaphorical, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, way that would often be implied by that very sentence, and also rather literally in that they spent the night embraced, their bodies pressed together under the thin blankets that they had been left with. Though, they slept together in the bed at home, somehow, this felt a lot more intimate, with both of them stripped naked and curled around the other for warmth.

Both of the women slept deeply, exhaustion dragging them down into the depths of oblivion, broken only by their fractured dreams. In some ways, they were a mirror, though they reflected different things. Amy slept, remembering the day that had gone by, her subconscious mind dwelling on all that had happened, and all that had been done. Elana on the other hand dreamt of the future, of what would be asked of them in the days to come. Her mind conjured salacious visions, of chains and whips. She dreamt of herself and Amy being forced to serve guests at a party, of them being captive princesses taken in war, and all manner of other things, some fantastical, and some not. By the time the day rolled around, they were both well rested, though anxious.

It was only a few hours after they awoke that they heard a firm knocking at the door.

"Hey, ladies." Drawled one of Henry's aids. "I've got clothes for you both. Don't get too attached to 'em, though. I get the impression that a lot of the day is gonna be spent without, if you know what I mean."

He laughed, the sound made both of them blush, looking to each other, before Amy shook her head with a scowl.

"Just send them in then." She said.

"I don't think so." The man answered. "Otherwise, how would I get to see the two naked beauties?" He chuckled, as the door opened. Amy glared at him, her arms crossed over her chest, and her thighs pressed together to shield her womanhood.

Elana didn't cover herself. The idea of being seen naked and ashamed sent a visceral spike through her being, helping to shake off the tiredness of the morning.

"So shy?" The man said, looking at Amy. "It's okay if you don't want to show me the goods now, love. I'll just see them later."

"I'll kick your ass later if you try anything." Any threatened, her eyes flashing. But the man just laughed it off.

"Why don't you try it? I bet Henry would let me fuck you as punishment. That might be fun, eh? Something we could both enjoy."

"Just give us the damn clothes."

"Okay, okay. Keep your shirt on. Well, you can't, but you get the idea..."

The man threw down two piles of clothes, which Elana moved forwards to sort through. It was clear that they had two matching uniforms, though the skirts were quite short, and the tops looked a bit tight. She recognised what they were at once, looking up to the man.

"Schoolgirl uniforms?"

"Hey, it's a fetish." The man said. "Let's start with something nice and normal, eh? If you do well with that, I am sure Henry could do more extreme stuff if you wanted. The two of you are to be changed in five minutes. If you're not by then, you'll just be made to perform naked from the start, and you'll be punished too. Henry said we could use some DVD extras. The humiliation of a slave who was too proud to do her damn job might be just what we need."

So saying, he closed the door, and locked it behind them. The couple exchanged looks for a moment. Then Amy sighed.

"Schoolgirls? Really? Schoolgirls? Did you do this, Elana?"

"Nope." Elana admitted, sorting through the pile. "Hmm. At least they've given us panties. I guess that's something."

"No bras, though." Amy noted sourly. "I guess those aren't needed. Well, better get changed, I suppose. I'd hate to be punished for DVD Extras. And I am not letting you be either."

"Well, I mean, in the grand scheme of things..."

"No, 'Lana. Put on your degrading uniform like the rest of us."

"Bah, you're no fun." Elana teased, reaching for the clothes. The two piles had now been properly separated, though both seemed to have the exact same clothes. A pair of black panties, just a little bit lacy, and a set of dark tights that clung to your legs and showed them off. A white undershirt, that could be buttoned up, and a dark green blouse which showed off the chest a little. Completing the set, a dark green skirt, which hung to somewhat above the knee, probably shorter than an actual schoolgirl would be allowed to get away with.

"I don't know if I like this clothes, Amy." Elana complained. "They're too tight..."

"Well, they'll come off soon enough." Said the short-haired woman with a scowl. "Plus, they probably didn't have our exact sizes. How do I look?"

She twirled in place, letting Elana see her back and front. The long-haired red-head watched for a moment, and then smiled.

"Well, the clothes may be tight." She said. "But they show off your body well. Your legs look really good in black, and the uniform makes you look pretty sexy. To be honest, if it were just the two of us, I'd be up for some fun right here and now."

" 'Lana, your sex drive is insane." Amy said. "Besides, I am sure you'll get your chance."

"Yeah, probably." Elana agreed, her head beating a little fast. The uniform felt a little awkward, and not just because it was years since she'd worn one. It was tight around the chest, constricting her breathing a little and pressing in on her breasts. The tights were comfortable, feeling silken against her legs, but the skirt left little to the imagination, and somehow, the idea of being exposed like this felt new, different than being totally naked. The worst part of it, though, at least for Elana, was the panties.

The black panties they'd been given were form fitting and sleek, intended to nuzzle their bodies for the camera. With Amy, this worked exactly. But Elana had a little problem. Amy noticed how she moved, as if trying to get comfortable, and after a moment, she realised the issue.

"Your clit ring?"

"Y-yeah." Elana admitted, a little embarrassed. "The fabric of the panties keep catching it and rubbing it, no matter how I walk..." She sighed, though this was about as expected when she decided to wear panties. When she had first been enslaved, she'd been forced to get piercings, two for her nipples and one for her pussy. That one had taken the form of a clitoris piercing, not a hood piercing like Amy had, but a piercing directly to the clit itself. The procedure had been massively simplified by the rulebook, but the end result was that it was extremely sensitive, and prone to stimulation, even when she didn't want it. It was due to her submissive nature that she had kept it once she broke free. The idea of not being able to wear panties had given her a rush.

Now, she was sort of regretting it. The intended form fitting nature of the panties meant the black fabric rubbed up against the oversized ring, inducing stimulation in her with every step she took. She realised they'd be soaking wet before she even got to do any filming. Would they call her a slut for that? Would they think that she enjoyed it? Would they mock her and demean her? Strip her of her panties and make her do everything nude? Elana suppressed a shiver of apprehension and lust. There was only one way to find out.

A few minutes after that, the door was opened - no knock this time - and Henry himself arrived. Elana repressed the urge to shudder as he placed her under his lecherous gaze.

"The two of you are all dressed up!" He said. "That's good! It's nice to see slaves who know their place. The set is almost ready, and it's time to introduce our stars."

He gestured, the two women shared one last look, and then started to walk. Henry took them down the corridor via a twisting passage, then into another room and then into yet another hallway. After a while, they were both quite lost. Elana wondered if it was so they couldn't escape. Then, at last, they came to a new room. Henry grinned, almost proudly, and gestured for them to step through. Elana did first, and then stopped, her eyes widening.

Once, the room had been a large one, filled with many office cubicles, but those had all been cleared away. One half the resulting room had been concerted into a school locker room. The floor was tiled, and there were two wooden benches. Lockers lined the far wall, but if you looked passed that, the illusion fell apart. The other half of the room had not been converted, and was being used instead to house the cameras - of which there were several. There were also powerful lights, and sound equipment that had been set up. Elana felt her temperature rise, realising for the first time just how many people actually filmed this sort of thing as part of the crew... it wasn't just going to her and Amy. There must have been half a dozen people there, with cameras which made her skin burn, her pussy ached with anticipation and rising desire, but her face paled as she considered everything that was about to happen to her.

Elana felt someone grip her hand, and looked to see that Amy was by her side. Her girlfriend squeezed it, once, just to let her know she wasn't alone, and Elana nodded, trying not to appear so apprehensive.

Henrry walked between them, striding into the locker room stage and spreading his arms.

"Do you like it?" He chuckled. "This is where we'll be filming today. It' a simple scene to start with. A short video, really. Just to test the waters. Today, we'll be playing out a scenario, but there won't be a script. I want the two of you to roll with it, but you have to make it work, got it? You can say whatever you want, but if you ruin the scene, I'll just have you punished and start again. If I am not happy by the end of the day, whichever one of you displeased me the most will be spending the night as the mine and the crew's personal little sex toy."

"You can't be serious." Elana said, looking to him, trying to find some kind of joke or humour in his eyes. But there was no joke, and any humour was purely sadistic. Slowly, Henry grinned, looking like a toad that had just caught a particularly fat fly.

"I am very serious." He said. "So the two of you had better act with all of your hearts, got it?"

"What. Is. The. Scenario." Amy said, pausing between each word, her eyes livid.

"The two of you will be playing schoolgirls." Henry said. "Legal ones, mind! I ain't getting in trouble for that shit. Legal schoolgirls. One of you is going to be bullying the other. Starting small and ending up in total humiliation. The crew here will film it and, if it's good enough, edit and upload it to the internet. By this time tomorrow, the two of you are going to be known as horny sluts. Hope you didn't like your good names."

Elana and Amy shared a look. Elana felt faint, her heart beating fast. The blood rushed through her body, pounding in her head. Horror thrilled through her, the idea of what was about to happen seemed like something out of a nightmare. She wanted to cringe away, and pretend none of it was real. But Henry was looking at her, his eyes predatory. She could feel her heart fluttering in her chest.

"We really don't have a choice, do we?" Amy said.

"Not unless one of you wants to just give up and be the fuck toy now." Henry said. "I guess we could always record that instead."

His words were like a whip to Elana's soul, and worse, she could see that Amy was even considering it. Just to spare her from the film.

"We'll do the scene." She said quickly, both Henry and Amy looked at her.

"Excellent!" Henry said. "I'll leave the roles up to you lovely ladies. Give me a shout when you're ready to start."

" 'Lana, you sure about this?" Amy asked seriously. Elana nodded.

"Yeah." She said. "I mean. It's gonna be pretty intense, but this is the best way forward, right? I-I like this kind of stuff, so I can be the bully. And you.. you can be the dom..."

She swallowed.

"It'll be just like back home."

"Except that we're being filmed." Amy pointed out. "And also that if we don't meet that sick bastard's standards, we're going to be punished, so I can't hold back, and he wants me to utterly humiliate you."

"I.." Elana took a deep breath. "I know. But I also know you don't mean it, and it's all just a game. It's better this way. You said you wanted to explore this side of you together, right? I don't mind. Really, I don't."

Amy looked at her for a long moment, and Elana held her gaze. Then, slowly, her girlfriend nodded.

"Okay." She said. "All right, I'll do it. I don't know if this is the best way, but if you think we should..."

"I do."

"Then let's do it."