Director's Cut -- by lightswitch (C) July 2007 (FF, lesbian), reluctant, nonconsensual, (interr, interracial), white female, black female, spanking, facesitting, humiliation, toys =========== "I refuse to work with those undisciplined sluts!" the robed blonde whined, her big, silicone breasts barely jiggling as she stamped her foot, angrily. I sighed. Directing this adult film had been nothing but headaches from the start. I regarded the petite blonde bimbo standing in front of me, robe partially open to show off her improbably large chest, as she stood defiantly, hands on her hips. She was Alecia Foranour, a big name in the Catfight genre of adult films, and the main star in the current film. Standing only about 5'2", her pouty, collagen-enhanced lips and ridiculously large, surgically-enhanced breasts had made her a fan favorite - a mean little sex kitten who was famous for dominating both men and women on screen. "You don't know what they're like!" Alecia was screaming at me. "You've never had to work with them before! They ignore the script and they don't `act' - they just beat the fuck out of the other actors and humiliate them! Worse, if they get really turned on, they drag actors back to their trailer and ... use them." The little blonde sex kitten shuddered. I tried to placate her. "But remember that the script calls for *you*, as the Sadistic Warden of the women's prison, to be the dominant aggressor!" I reminded her. "The script calls for *you* to sexually dominate and subjugate *them*. The little blonde shook her head, in rejection. "Remember Nikki?" Alecia said, her large blue eyes widening in fear. "Nikki worked with them on `Bruised Almighty,' over five years ago!" I vaguely remembered Nikki: A pretty red-head with *huge* tits - earning her the nickname Nikki Nokkers -- who made a reputation dominating men in mixed wrestling videos. "Nikki was supposed to be the top in that film," Alecia continued, "but they beat the snot out of the guy and dildo-fucked her on camera! Then, they dragged her away and no one has seen her since! That's no way for a white woman to be treated!" I grimaced, a little taken aback by Alecia's racial remark. The other two stars on this film were black and were known for their interracial catfight films. They also had a reputation for not following the script ... and for getting too realistic in domination scenes. They had taken the stage names Ashanti & Peppa. I had never worked with them before, but their reputations preceded them. They were twins, and always performed together. With their deep-brown skin and exotic features, people could tell them apart only from their hair styles: Peppa favored a big in-your-face Afro, while Ashanti favored a long, lovely, straight hair style. Both women were very attractive, but were big, in every way: They stood about 5'11" and had large, thick bodies. They weren't really "fat," so much as "big-boned." They had broad pelvises which gave them exceptionally wide hips and huge asses. Both were thick-waisted, but had no "gut" ... just a gentle rounding of the belly. Their breasts were massive; I'd never seen tits that big, without the benefit of silicone. But their boobs *were* almost in proportion to their enormous hips, so I assumed they were natural. In spite of those big tits, both did appear slightly pear-shaped. I tried to calm the irate starlet. "Alecia!" I said. "That incident with Nikki was *five years ago*! Surely you don't think the twins have been keeping sex slaves in their trailers, for years at a time, do you?! I'm sure Nikki just moved out to LA or something." The pretty little blonde didn't look convinced. "Look, Alecia," I said, gently. "It's true that I never worked with the twins before. But that's why this is going to be different! Other directors may have let them get away with that kind of behavior, but I won't." The pouty-lipped blonde did not look mollified. "Bull!" she spat. "Even if I believed you ... look at them! There's no way you could stop them, if they went on a rampage!" I pleaded and cajoled, but to no avail. The little blonde eventually walked off the set, in a huff. "Oh great!" I murmured to myself, dropping my head into my hands. "There goes my star actress! Where am I going to find another big-titted blonde to play the Sadistic Prison Warden?" As I wallowed in my misery, my eyes happened to light on the make-up girl, who was dusting Peppa's chest with glitter, to simulate sweat under the bright lights. The girl was ... remarkable! She looked almost exactly like Alecia ... except she was almost a foot taller, 15 years younger, and didn't have Alecia's over-puffed, pouty lips. What a stroke of fortune!!! I bolted from my chair and jogged over to her. "You!" I called, waving one hand and pointing with the other. "Make-up girl! What's your name?" She turned, in confusion, to look at me. "Me?" she asked, brush hovering in mid-stroke. I nodded. "Yes, you!" I said, finally getting to her side. "What's your name?" The pretty blonde looked anxious and flustered. She probably thought she was in trouble. "I'm Inga," she said, through a strong German accent. Though I tried not to stare, I could see that Inga sported a truly magnificent rack. "Great!" I thought, smiling broadly. "One more thing she has in common with our sulky ex-star." Too bad she hadn't gotten the collagen injections for the lips. Still, I had to admit, my day was looking up! "Inga," I asked, "how old are you?" Had to make sure she ws legal. The big blonde looked confused. "Twenty three," she said. I grinned. "How would you like to become a star?" I asked, laying it on thick, as I was in a major jam. The big blonde's eyes lit up. "Ja!" she nodded. "I vould loff zat!" I grinned. A "Sadistic Prison Warden" with a heavy German accent ... the fans would eat up a stereotype like that! "I ... I haf already memorized ze script," Inga admitted, lowering her eyes in embarrassment at this confession of secretly harbored ambition. "Just in case you needed a stand-in, some day." I could almost swoon ... had I ever *had* such a lucky day?!? I vowed to run out and play the lottery immediately after the shoot. I informed her she was hired. "Wardrobe!" I called, trying to hide my gleeful smile, as I returned to my Director's chair. This hot young competition was going to make Alecia regret her prima donna outburst! Ashanti and Peppa were already in costume and taking their positions on the set, which had been made up to resemble a prison cell. Both wore what had once been orange, prison jumpsuits, now strategically torn to show bare legs, arms, midriff, and major cleavage. Seeing Inga standing just outside the doorway, in her prim Prison Dominatrix outfit, I called the rest of the staff to take their places. "Aaaaaand ... *action*!" I shouted, signaling the cameraman to roll. The two black women were sitting on their cell bench, as the script called for, bemoaning how the lack of men had made them so horny and desperate. I grimaced at this strained dialog, but ... one has to work with what one is given. Inga strode on-camera and I sucked in my breath. The big blonde was *perfect* -- even better than Alecia! Made even taller and more foreboding by tall, black stilettos, she was almost bursting the seams of the tight warden uniform they had squeezed her into. I wondered if they had used the same uniform originally designed for little Alecia. It looked so tight, I couldn't help but think they had just let out some seams on the original. Inga's large white tits threatened to spill out from the tight, low-cut, military-style jacket she was squeezed into. I noticed that they had nixed the blouse altogether - a good call, I decided. The tiny skirt failed to fully cover Inga's large, rounded ass, allowing a tantalizing glimpse of the bottoms of her ass-cheeks. Would viewers realize she wasn't wearing panties? I winced as I thought of how severely they must have cinched her waist to get her into that outfit. I was surprised the poor woman could still breathe! The military-style cap; thigh-high, black, vinyl boots; and opaque pair of Ray-Bans completed the vision of the cruel, blonde dominatrix prison warden! This was going to be one hot film - maybe my best! "You two!" Inga blared, starting her lines and pointing at Ashanti and Peppa. "You haff challenged ze authority of vun uff mine guards! Prepare to be punished!" She entered the `cell' and quickly `tied' Peppa to a ceiling pipe. For safety reasons, we never really tied anyone while filming, but Peppa would pretend to be bound, as the film rolled. "Eet iss time you learned your place!" the Warden announced. The Sadistic Blonde Warden fake-slapped Ashanti and the big woman fell to her knees. Inga grabbed the prisoner's head and crammed the black woman's face between her large, white thighs. Everything was going exactly as the script called for and I just *knew* this film was destined to be nominated for a Woody! Inga's eyes grew wide with surprise and she cast a furtive glance at me. Problem? She fidgeted and missed her next lines. It finally dawned on me what had thrown the big blonde: Ashanti was supposed to *pretend* to eat her pussy; but, judging from the look on Inga's face, the big black woman must be really doing the deed! I made a hand signal for Inga to roll with it. "That's it, slut!" the Sadistic Warden sneered, getting back into her role and placing a hand on her prisoner's head. "Eat that blonde pussy!" She removed the riding crop from her belt and fake-whipped the kneeling prisoner across her wide back. Ashanti moaned, as if enjoying it. I'd really have to speak with the writers about this terrible dialog, I decided. This verbal abuse continued until it was time for Inga to fake a climax. She would then throw Ashanti over her knee for a spanking, eventually forcing her onto the floor for some extended face-sitting. The big blonde shuddered and made a few weak choking noises. "That was one of the worst fake-climaxes I have ever seen," I thought. Maybe it had been a mistake not to have sought a professional replacement? With a start, I realized that Inga hadn't been acting. The big black woman had actually made her cum. Inga tried to compose herself as Ashanti regained her feet. "Damn, but you got one sweet pussy, white girl!" Ashanti glowed, wiping her chin. "Now it's time for a little recipricovation!" "Reciprocation," I mentally corrected, seething in frustration. Ashanti's appreciative exclamation hadn't been in the script. Adult films are shot on shoe-string budgets; re-takes are death in this industry. To be cost-effective, we typically ran with what was shot, unless it was *really* unacceptable. I decided to let it roll. I'd try to fix it in Editing. Like a trooper, Inga stayed in character. "Foolish prisoner!" she declared, gasping to catch her breath. "You shall be spanked for your insolence!" She moved to force Ashanti over her knee, getting back to script. "I don't *think* so!" the heavy-set black woman said, grabbing the big blonde with one hand and burying her other fist in Inga's gut. The blonde Amazon grunted as the air was knocked out of her, collapsing to the floor. Ashanti pulled the winded blonde up and bent her over her knee. The `Prisoner' pulled up the `Warden's' short skirt, exposing her big, white ass. "You want a spankin'?" Ashanti grinned. "We'll have a spankin'!" Ashanti slapped her big, black hand down hard on the white woman's exposed ass, with a loud >crack<, leaving a large, angry-red hand print across Inga's pale skin. Inga cried out in pain and tried to squirm away, but the big black woman was strong and easily held her in place. Almost casually, Ashanti began beating the blonde's upturned ass, viciously slapping one cheek and then the other. Within minutes, she had the big blonde crying like a little girl and begging to be released. I was stunned. My masterpiece movie was quickly swirling down the toilet, along with my career. If I stopped filming now, there would be a huge, expensive chunk to reshoot. Plus, I'd have to confront Ashanti and find a way to force her to do the scenes as scripted. The black woman either got bored or too worked up, because she finally stopped beating the poor blonde's ass. Ashanti stood, unceremoniously dumping the white girl to the floor. Inga lay there, clutching her throbbing, crimson bottom, sobbing piteously. Ashanti kicked the white woman onto her back and then, facing Inga's feet, squatted down over the blonde's head. Inga's eyes were clenched shut, in pain, so I doubt she ever saw what was coming. Pinning the big blonde's wrists, the thick-bodied black woman sat on Inga's face. The white woman gave a squeal of protest that was immediately muffled by Ashanti's smothering crotch. That did it. "Cut!" I yelled. "Cut! Cut!! CUT!!!" I stormed onto the set. "Just WHAT the FUCK was that?!?" I demanded, gesticulating angrily at Ashanti. "You know damned well that that wasn't in the script! Do you have ANY idea how much it is going to cost to ...?!?" My words were cut off as a thick, dark arm, encircled my throat and squeezed. Pressure on the back of my head forced my neck into the crook of my attacker's elbow, providing just enough pressure to shut off my tirade and make me go light-headed. "Shhhh!" Peppa whispered in my ear. "How's my sis gonna get herself off and let that poor white girl breathe if you keep distractin' her?" I struggled and Peppa loosened her hold enough for me to respond. "Look," I tried to reason with her, "Inga is just the make-up girl! She never signed up for anything like this! Just let the poor girl go and finish the scene as written!" Peppa snickered. "Looks t'me like your big, white Kraut is likin' what she gettin'!" I looked down at the big blonde, lying motionless on the floor as the wide-hipped black woman sat on her and rubbed herself back and forth on the white girl's face. Inga's nipples were stiff and fully erect, standing proudly at least a half an inch high on her big, white breasts. I had to admit, it looked as if the make-up girl *was* fully aroused by her predicament. Face flushed and eyes half-shut, Ashanti casually reached over and picked up the riding crop that Inga had dropped. "Let's see if we can't put this to good use," she murmured, brushing the corded leather handle gently across Inga's swollen labia. The big blonde shuddered and her legs involuntarily spread a bit wider. Still furious at the twins' belligerent defections, I happened to notice the glowing red lights on Cameras 1 and 3. "Mike!" I shouted. "Dennis! Didn't you fucking hear me?!? I said `Cut!' Turn the damned cameras off! Don't film this!" The closest paunchy cameraman gave an apologetic shrug. "Sorry, Chief!" he said. "The studio heads gave us direct orders: When Ashanti and Peppa are performing, leave the cameras on at all times, no matter what." I was enraged. Seemed that Alecia hadn't been paranoid, after all. She had sensed or known that working with these two would be a set-up. I struggled in Peppa's grasp, but the big woman had me firmly pinned. "I like it when you squirm, white girl," she whispered huskily in my ear. "I like feelin' you wriggle against my titties." I blushed and went still in the big woman's grasp, shamefully aware of her big, stiff nipples jabbing into my back. Meanwhile, Ashanti had inserted the handle of the crop into Inga's pussy and was slowly moving it in and out. The big blonde trembled, but remained otherwise motionless. The braided black leather cord of the crop slid easily in and out of the blonde, and the big white woman began reflexively raising her hips to meet each slow thrust. "Pretty hot, doncha think?" Peppa asked, sliding one hand up under my sweatshirt and cupping a brassiere-covered breast, while softly kissing the base of my neck. Unlike Inga, I harbored no latent submissive lesbian or bi desires. I struggled furiously, trying to get away from the big bitch fondling me. "I'm the fucking director!" I threatened. "Let me go or you'll never work in film again! I swear!" Peppa gave an ugly laugh. "Baby, you *were* the director. Now, you belong to me, just like your big blonde friend, there, belongs t' my sister." "Like HELL!" I screamed, kicking furiously. "Mike, turn OFF that fucking camera!!!" The cameraman kept filming. Ashanti was busy crop-fucking Inga, while rubbing herself lustily on the white woman's face. She plunged the now-shiny, black riding crop in and out of the over-heated blonde, panting like a dog in heat and meeting each thrust of the pinned white woman's hips. Inga's excited reactions to her rape began to slow, however. Eventually, the big white woman twitched a few times and went still. I suspected that Ashanti's huge pelvis had finally smothered the poor make-up girl into unconsciousness. Of course, this didn't stop Ashanti, who continued to rub herself lustily on the unconscious blonde's face, as she continued to fuck the white girl with the whip handle. Peppa had my bra and sweatshirt off, exposing my naked torso to the cool studio air. Scarlet with embarrassment, knowing the cameras were rolling, I continued to kick and struggle. "Now, now, Ms Director," Peppa cooed, tightening the arm around my throat. "It's time you learned your place!" The pressure on my throat wasn't so much cutting off my air as it was cutting off the blood to my brain. I found myself dangerously light-headed, my vision dimming. "That's it, white girl," Peppa purred. "Go to sleep. Go to sleep for Peppa!" She continued pressing the back of my head, forcing my throat into the crook of her arm. My legs went weak and I couldn't see. The big black woman slowly lowered us to the ground, as I became too faint and weak to stand. I was barely conscious, but she continued the terrible pressure. "Go to sleep, baby," Ashanti purred. "Go to sleep and when you wake up, you'll be mine." I struggled feebly, but was unable to break free, finally falling into a deep, dark well of unconsciousness. * * * * * I came to slowly, with a throbbing headache. How much time had passed? Where was I? I found that I was completely nude, and had been tied, spread-eagle, on a low table. I was still on the movie set and realized I must have been out for less than a minute. As my eyes fluttered open, I heard the cameras start up again. "Bastards!" I muttered. I could see Inga, trussed like a Christmas goose, hanging by her wrists, suspended from the fake pipe of the prison set. A large red ball-gag had been stuffed in her mouth and, judging by the circular bulge in the crotch of the tight, black vinyl panties she was now wearing, I suspected someone had jammed a vibrator all the way up the big blonde's snatch. She was looking in my direction, an expression of fear and lust visible on her deeply flushed face. Ashanti and Peppa strolled into view. The twins were both naked, but Ashanti had donned a harness around her wide pelvis, sporting one long, thick, black dildo -- and one long, *thicker* black dildo, bobbing above it. I closed my eyes, as a feeling of panic and disgust washed over me. "Oh *shit*!" I thought. "I am in deep trouble!" The twins lost no time in setting the next scene, as the cameras continued to whir. "Now, white girl," Peppa told me, almost conversationally, "in this scene, you are the stuck-up, white Director who has been cruelly teasing two beautiful, black starlets with your hot little body ..." "TEASING you?!?" I interrupted with a shout. "What the fuck are you talking about?!? I *never* ...!" My words were cut off as Peppa turned and sat her huge ass directly onto my face. "But now," Peppa went on, as if not interrupted, "our beautiful black heroines have turned the tables on the two scheming, white vixens, turning *them* into sex slaves!" I tried to protest, but my words were muffled in the big woman's huge, dark ass. In disgust, I noted that Peppa wasn't even pussy-smothering me, as Ashanti had done to Inga, but was pinning me under her enormous, thickly-padded rear. I could still hear, but was completely unable to be heard. "She's all hot and turned on, Ashanti," I heard Peppa lie. "It's time to turn our Director to `the Dark Side.'" I could feel someone ... Ashanti? ... position herself between my bound, spread legs. "Oh FUCK!" I thought, in panic. The big bitch was going to ream me with those oversized dildos! But ... I was straight! And that meant that I'd be dry as a bone! Unless she had liberally lubed those monster cocks, she was going to tear me apart! I knew I couldn't take those huge things even fully lubricated! I felt the cold, silicone-gel end of the two dildos rub against me, one against my exposed labia and the other against my tightly puckered sphincter. I struggled wildly, trying to escape the incredible pain that I feared was coming. But escape was not to be had. Both dildos pressed cruelly against my respective openings. Blinking back tears of relief, I realized that my body had reacted where my mind had not: I *had* started getting wet, down there, as she'd rubbed my labia. Even so, those big dildos weren't going in easy, partly due to my clenched muscles, denying them entry, partly due to their sheer size. My pussy was the first to be give. I felt the massive fake cockhead push past my cunt lips and enter me. The black woman began pushing her hips down, trying to wedge the massive dildo deeper. She began pumping, slowly, shoving a little further in with each downstroke. With the leverage of the dildo-head in my pussy, my poor, exhausted asshole couldn't hope to hold out. With a grunt of pain and despair, I felt the `smaller' dildo pop its way into my rectum. At least she had lubed that one. Once both artificial cocks had gained entry, the big black woman began to slowly piston herself above me. Someone untied my ankles and my cruelly stretched legs involuntarily wrapped around the big woman's waist. She began stroking into me, each time double-penetrating me a little further. I found myself grunting with each downstroke, as the massive dildos overfilled my crammed pussy and ass. "Oooh, listen!" Ashanti panted, continuing to pump me. "She likes it!" I tried to protest, but was completely smothered by Peppa. Peppa reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider, sliding herself down further over my face. Her hot, dry asshole was soon pressed against my lips. "Oh!" Peppa gasped, in feigned surprise. "The little white slut is rimming me! The stuck-up Director girl is tonguing my asshole!" I was doing no such thing, of course, but nobody else knew that. My face burned with shame at the thought that all of the onlookers were probably believing they had overcome my resistance and that I was enjoying this double-team rape. Peppa continued to rock back and forth on my face. Judging from her erratic movements, she was jilling herself off as she smothered me with her gigantic ass. Ashanti continued to double-dildo fuck me. The base of one of her fake cocks must have been rubbing her clit, because she was obviously aroused and getting physical, as well as psychological, pleasure from raping me. They used me like this for what seemed an eternity. Finally, bellowing like a wildebeest, Ashanti climaxed, shuddering violently, she gave one final plunge, deep inside me. The harness at the base of her biggest fake cock slammed against my pussy lips as she rammed the entire length of the huge dildo inside me. She kept it there as she shuddered through her orgasm. The other dildo plunged deeply into my burning asshole, but my sobs of pain and humiliation were lost under Peppa's huge, smothering, black backside. Peppa came next, her whole body quaking as she rammed herself down hard on my helpless face. My world was engulfed in the darkness of the big woman's immense, black ass. Peppa's hot, quivering asshole was shoved down on me, pressing my lips painfully against my teeth. My air was completely cut off and the crushing pressure of her enormous weight on my head pushed me over the edge of consciousness. I passed out, again. * * * * * When I finally came to, I immediately realized I was no longer in the studio. I was lying on my right side, on a cheap-linoleum floor, firmly bound by coils of thick, coarse rope. Twisting into a semi-upright position, I finally figured out where I was ... Inside a trailer? Through an open window, I heard a woman's grunts and cries of mixed pain and pleasure. "Inga!" I whispered. She must be in the next trailer over, probably getting fucked by Ashanti. I tried to fight back the rising surge of panic welling up inside me. "OK," I thought, "I've been kidnapped by a big, psycho lesbian ... but how bad could it be? She'd had her way with me, already. Surely, she'd realize I was straight and let me go!" A weak voice from behind startled me. "Please," she begged, "Help me!" I rolled over to my left. There, a few feet away from me, also on the floor, was a once-pretty, red-headed woman with *huge* breasts, tightly tied with the same kind of coarse rope with which I was bound. She was badly bruised and I could see dozens of welts on her shapely white ass, as well as scores of bite marks over most of her pale, nude body. Her face was tear-streaked and reeked of cunt, even from where I lay. "Peppa," the bedraggled woman gasped, sobbing convulsively, "she gets off trying to `turn' straight, white women." My eyes widened in disbelief. This redhead looked like hell! How long had she been Peppa's sex slave? A few days? A few weeks? Horrified realization hit me. "Nikki?!?" I whispered. The savaged redhead nodded and burst into tears.