Director's Cut
-- by lightswitch (C) July 2007

(FF, lesbian), reluctant, nonconsensual, (interr, interracial),
white female, black female, spanking, facesitting, humiliation,
toys

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"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.