The Day is Over

For the rest of the scene, Amy tormented Elana just like Henry expected. She made her girlfriend do all kinds of things, from simply eating her out to edging herself again and again until she was white in the face and practically begging for release. It went on and on, each time Amy felt she had found the limit of what she could do, she would think of something else, and force Elana to do it. As she did all of this, she felt many things, many conflicting emotions. There was an element of horror that she was doing all of this to the woman she loved, but Elana never objected, no matter how personal or humiliating. it was easy to think that this was partly due to the situation, but the truth was that Elana was enjoying it as much as Amy. The two were helpless, slaves to the whim of someone else, and yet they were being allowed to carry out their roles, the feeling of the camera made everything more intense. Again and again. Amy would shudder as the eyes of the crew roamed her body, or spot someone squinting at herself or Elana.

It didn't matter. It all added to the moment, to the feeling. She played with Elana's breasts, gently squeezing them between her fingers, grinding her nipples between her digits, the friction made the other woman gasp and moan. She sucked and nibbled on Elana's chest, making the other woman remain silent lest she be punished. When she inevitably failed, Amy fingered her until she climaxed on camera, her legs kicking and thrashing as her pussy clenched and writhed.

After this, she spent some time tormenting poor Elana's clit. Her bud was so sensitive now, that to merely touch it was agony. How she squirmed and moaned as Amy peeled back her folds, exposing the head of her flower, and how she gasped when Amy started to tease it! The way her eyes went wide with shock, and the way her limbs trembled would forever be immortalised on the camera.

But Amy didn't just do things to Elana. To her surprise, she found the desire of her own body overcoming her natural modesty. Her hands wandered across her nude form, kneading her own chest, and her fingers slipped one by one into her own womanhood. Amy fingered herself, her legs spread, feeling the burning of the camera's gaze. Knowing that what she was doing would see her forever tainted. That this footage would always be around. That if she ever tried to get a job, ever tried to rise in society, ever tried to do anything, this would rise to the surface. This video of her sitting on the bench in the locker room, her legs spread, her fingers furiously working at her own entrance. Her lips were pursed tightly by the time she climaxed from that, she felt as if her whole body was thrumming with energy, and cried out, her moan wordless and ancient. She felt Elana's presence behind her, the other woman's hands reached for her chest. Amy could only groan as Elana trailed kisses down her neck, the sensation making her twitch and writhe.

Now, things were almost reversed. Amy was helpless as Elana preyed upon her body. Her thighs were spread widely, and her pussy exposed. She gasped and moaned, Elana's hands stroking her chest, her folds, sparking ecstasy wherever they went. Amy threw her head back, her limbs felt like jelly, and she was open and vulnerable, feelings of humiliation and helplessness rose up in her, made her squirm and gasp, but Elana didn't stop, touching and stroking, trailing kisses across her body, she made Amy feel so good. The sense of helplessness became part of it, mixing with the package of lust and desire, spiking the cocktail and making it all the better for it.

She came again, the second time in so many minutes. But before Elana could go for a third, Amy found her strength, twisting around, she pushed Elana into the wall, the lockers rattled under the impact. With one hand on each of her wrists, forcing her back, the two women looked at one another, their gazes meeting. Then, they kissed deeply, all of their unspoken emotions rushing out at that moment. Amy pressed into Elana, using her body to fondle her lover. She could feel the jutting mound of Elana's womanhood pressing against her own, the heat of her lover against her skin. Her whole body tingled, and she threw it into the embrace, going deeper and deeper, kissing like they had never kissed before.

They broke apart, gasping for air. Silly as it seemed, Elana was blushing. All of that, and the kiss was what made her really blush! But then, Amy could feel heat on her own face as well. She struggled to find words, but Elana beat her to it.

"Wow." She whispered, her voice so low that no one but Amy caught it.

"Wow." Amy repeated.

Then, they kissed again.

There was a little bit more after that, but they were both spent, both in mind and body, and after a little while, Henry declared the whole thing over. The Camera had had enough, or so he said, and the two of them were absolutely exhausted. He didn't want to break his actors so quickly, so he called an end to filming for the day. The two were led away, and allowed to shower to clean their bodies. Amy spent a lot of time under that shower, letting the warm water drum against her skin. She felt used up in a sense, her body was tired, and her pussy ached. She felt as though she wouldn't be ready for anything else for days at least. As if she had totally exerted herself, far beyond what she usually did when they made love. But at the same time, there was a deep sense of, well, satisfaction from what they had done. Or at least, what she had experienced.

This while thing had been a new experience, shown her a new side of herself, and she was sure that Elana felt the same way. After the shower, the two women were herded back to their room, though they were not given any fresh clothes, so they had to walk naked through the building again. This time, neither of them really tried to hide themselves. They were both utterly spent, and honestly, had already shown off a whole lot more than just their naked bodies.

With the work of the day over, Amy and Elana was locked once more in their shared room.