Jessica Biel and Kate Beckinsale

As Katie awakened the next morning, she began to wonder if it was all a dream, then she realized her entire body was wracked with pain and cramps, and she then noticed her restraints and the vibrator still running between her legs. She looked down at the bottle and realized it was just about full of her own cum. Remembering the wicked night she experienced at the hands of her mistress Alyssa, Katie began to realize she had to live her life as Nichol if she was going to survive this nightmare. Nightmare... or adventure she wondered? She shrugged and decided to live as this Nichol person for the time being, at least until she could get away from this crazy bitch and reach the police.

A sound from behind her drew her attention to the bed behind her, and she realized Alyssa must be stirring from her sleep. Alyssa rolled out of the bed and onto Nichol and began to kiss her passionately, stroking Nichol's hair out of the way. Alyssa then began licking her way down Nichol's body, finally pulling off the corset and gloves which Nichol still wore from the previous night. As Alyssa reached Nichol's pussy she glanced down and noticed that the bottle was full. "Good girl" Alyssa cooed. She unfastened all of Nichol's restraints and pulled the rest of her clothes off. Apart from Nichol's collar the two of them were entirely naked, and Alyssa looked straight into Nichols eyes. "You and I are going to drink this together, now. This will be your finally test for the moment, to prove your utter devotion and submission to me Nichol."

Abhorred at the idea, Katie turned her head away, and quickly rethought her decision, turning back to Alyssa. She realized that she would only be tortured more if she didn't comply so she simply nodded and smiled. Alyssa grinned and kissed her one more time before unscrewing the top and sticking her tongue out in front of Nichol's face. Nichol quickly realized what she intended and stuck her tongue out as well until their tips were touching. Alyssa then slowly poured Nichol's still warm cum onto their tongues until the bottle was empty, and then they french-kissed as each swallowed the cum and each others tongues for several minutes.

"Excellent my beautiful little pet, now get dressed, you have work shortly." Katie's confusion was written across her face as Alyssa continued: "Remember? You're going to be a make-up artist at Hollywood Studio A, I hear a new movie is being filmed there. I fought hard to setup the job, so get going. You'll find your attire in the closet and enough beauty products in the bathroom to make Courtney Love blush. You know, the heroine whore who looks like a deflated blow-up doll?" Nichol snickered and agreed: "Yes mistress, I think I know who you're talking about."

Alyssa smiled, stood up and departed the room, leaving Nichol all alone. Nichol stood up and decided to make the best of her situation and headed into the bathroom to find a warm bath already set for her. She shrugged and hopped in, and began to relax and feel the aches in her body ease away slightly. She slowly dozed off, and awoke about 45 minutes later. Panicking, she hopped out of the bath, dried herself off and scrambled to find a brush, some lipstick and various other cosmetics. She was surprised to find only a dark blue lipstick handy and she used it quickly realizing she wouldn't have time to find any other shade. After she finished up she ran into the closet trying to find the clothing sitting out for her. There was only one outfit sitting out in the open, and her jaw dropped as she noticed it. It must have cost at least what her car was worth, if not more. It was a spaghetti-strapped top made of some shiny material as soft as anything she could imagine, and a skirt of Italian silk. She noted the heels most of us, they resembled stripper "fuck me pomps" except that they glittered with subtle little gems she assumed were diamonds. She realized there weren't any bras, panties or thongs for her to wear so she quickly put on the clothing that was sitting there. After looking in the mirror she realized she resembled a high-class escort or a rich whore. She sighed and walked out of the closest, vowing to go to the police as soon as she could.

As she found the stairs she headed downwards and at the bottom Alyssa was waiting, holding some stylish purse. "Here you go my pet, my chauffeur will take you to work and pick you up afterwards." Nichol didn't remember anyone driving last night other than Alyssa and she assumed he or she was off-duty. "Thank you mistress, I won't disappoint you." Nichol feigned sincerity with the best of her ability, fully intending to contact the police as soon as her chauffeur left her at the studio she apparently worked at.

Alyssa kissed her and patted her ass as she left, blowing a kiss to Nichol as she closed the door behind her. The chauffeur waiting for her was an average man with no discernable characteristics, and he grunted as she walked towards the limo. He opened the door for her, closed it and then drove her to the studio with no further events.

Upon her arrival she stepped out of the limo, trying her best to walk gracefully even though her ass was still raw and sore from the previous night. As she entered what she was assumed was the front of the studio, her breath caught in her chest. She had just stumbled in on a scene being filmed for an upcoming movie she'd apparently be working behind-the-scenes for. All thoughts of contacting the police escaped her mind as watched two women, unmistakably Kate Beckinsale and Jessica Biel enacted a lesbian scene for whatever movie this was. She hadn't noticed that her jaw dropped as someone snuck up behind her and placed their finger under her chin, raising it to close her mouth and turn her to face the newcomer. It was a creepy janitor-looking man with unkempt hair and an odd odor about him. "Hey darling, how much for a quick ride in back?"

Nichol stood dumbfounded for a moment until her brain processed what this creepy prick meant and she grabbed his balls and squeezed until he collapsed to his knees. " I'm not a whore you perverted fuck, I'm the new make-up artist!" She hadn't realized how loud she was until she turned and noticed the entire studio, easily 30 people, were staring at her. She shrugged shyly and tried to lose herself in the back, looking for a phone so she could call the police, it then occurred to here there might be one in her purse. She glanced inside and saw nothing but $100 bills and condoms. She closed it without any further thought and went looking for a phone again.

She was stopped in her tracks by another man who had a clean look about him. "Hi, you must be Nichol, I'm Jason, the assistant director. I'll help you get setup in back if you're ready."

"Uh.. sure." Was all Nichol.. no Katie.. or is it Nichol was able to stammer. She shook her head trying to shake away the whole Nichol notion. This only seemed to reinforce her bewilderment. She dumbly followed Jason into the back and found herself in a large dressing room with cosmetics up the whazoo sitting around the room.

"Kate and Jessica will be back here shortly, your guildlines are on the counter to the right, have them ready in 30 minutes for the next scene. Good luck." And with that, Jason disappeared from the room and left Nichol alone. She stood there not quite knowing what to do. Jessica and Kate both walked into the room wearing only robes and slippers, and without quite knowing why, Nichol went to look at the book and began preparing the two girls for their next scene.

While her make-up was being added by Nichol, Jessica Biel stared at Nichol through the mirror and began chatting. "So you're new here I see, well I'm sure you know who we are, who are you?"

Nichol raised an eyebrow at Jessica's snobbiness and decided to continue the conversation. "I'm Nichol, it's nice to meet the two of you" she said as she glanced between Kate and Jessica. Both merely nodded, as if they were superior to her, and Nichol grew angry inside. She hid it well and continued with the remainder of their make-up in awkward silence. Kate nodded at Nichol and said "Nice work" as the celebrities left the room.

Nichol was steaming on the inside at the pomposity of the two bitch celebrities and then a thought struck her. What a wonderful duo of slaves those two would make as her private pain-sluts. Yes, she could chain them up, punish them, fuck them, pierce then, cut them, and do anything else she wanted to do to them if they were all hers...

She shook her head and shuddered at her thoughts, where had they come from? She then decided to go outside and find a phone somewhere, anywhere, so she could call the police. Eventually she found a police car across from the studio sitting in front of a sex-toy story and decided just to approach him and talk to him when a large black-man snuck up behind her and squeezed her bare ass. "'Ey baby where you goin? How much for a suck-n-fuck in the ally back there?"

Nichol barely had time to turn and look at him before she noticed the cop walking towards her. "Oh shit!" She thought. This cop must think I'm a prostitute and he's going to bust me. The black-man noticed the cop and began to walk away at a brisk pace. The cop eyed him and let him go, and he walked towards Nichol.

"It's not what you think officer." He grunted. "Now how many times have I heard that one? Get against the wall, I'm sure you know the drill." He then grabbed her arm and **** her along the wall and began to handcuff her when a woman screamed "Fire" from across the ally. The officer quickly released Nichol and ran in the direction of the scream. Not long after Nichol heard another grunt and what sounded like a garbage can being knocked over. She looked over, and there was Alyssa, her mistress, standing over the **** body of the officer. She sneared and kicked the cop and then walked towards Nichol.

Nichol began to panic but her limbs turned to jello when she looked into Alyssa's eyes, and she just stood there. Alyssa came over and smacked her across the face, then licked and kissed there the hand had hit. "I know what you were doing, and I don't blame you. I anticipated this and decided I had better keep an eye on you. Later on you're going to be punished, much harsher than last night, but I don't love you any less. Now get back to work before I decide to **** you in public!"

Tears began streaming down Nichol's eyes and she realized the had one chance to chance her fate tonight. "Mistress, I have an idea, one that will please you greatly!" Alyssa smacked her again. "Don't ever address me unless I give you permission slut. Now, let's here your idea, but NEVER again speak to me until you're spoken to!"

Nichol knelt down and kissed Alyssa's boots and began to describe her plan to capture Jessica Biel and Kate Beckinsale...