The Descent of Judy
Chapter 6. The video
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"What the hell is this place?" Judy asked as she looked out of the window of
Salma's Mercedes Sports. They had pulled up next to a long railway viaduct in
Clapham. The arches formed from the supporting pillars of the structure had been
converted into various businesses such as warehouses and garages. Judy imagined
that most of the villains in South London probably had lock-ups along these
arches, hiding all sorts of ill-gotten gains. She opened the passenger side
door, and nearly got her feet soaked as she just avoided a large muddy puddle in
the pockmarked surface of the road running along the side of the viaduct.
"Don't worry, looks can be deceiving." Salma said with a smile. She pulled the
passenger seat forward to let an impeccably behaved Khan out.
The two girls and the dog entered the converted archway through a small door in
the boarded front of the premises, and immediately, Judy saw that Salma had
spoken the truth. The interior was light and spacious, and had been made quite
comfortable. Along one wall, a number of movie sets had been laid out. Judy
could see that, with skillful camera work, anyone watching a video shot in here
would never know it hadn't been done in a real house.
Corrine greeted them, kissing Salma theatrically, ignoring Judy then kneeling
down to make a fuss of Khan.
"Hello boy! You're going to have some fun today, aren't you!" she said excitedly
as she patted the huge hound on his head.
Looking up at Judy and Salma, she became serious. "Okay ladies, let's get you
made up while the guys get the lights set up."
The filming had been going on for a couple of hours, and Mike wasn't happy. As
they all took a break he turned to Judy.
"Look love, you've got to be more forceful, so far, I've got about five minutes
of useable stuff. You've got to be more convincing as a Dom; just strutting
around in thigh length boots doesn't get it across that you're an evil perverted
bitch that is going to force an innocent Indian runaway to do all sorts of kinky
sex." he complained. "I'm not looking for Oscars here, but do try to get into
your role."
Judy knew that things hadn't been going well. Trying to order Salma around had
seemed so alien to her. "Okay, let's get on with it." Mike announced, putting
his empty tea mug on the tea tray.
They all walked back to the set, which was made to look like a bedroom.
"Remember Judy, think mean and nasty!" Mike admonished.
Mike now explained what he wanted. There was no script. Mike simply talked
through the scene then they did their best.
"Okay, I want to re-run that last scene, and Judy, when Salma's kneeling at your
feet, I want you raise your skirt then piss on her face. Tell her to drink it.
Salma, you act like you are revolted, but Judy's going to slap you, and you're
going to act like you're really frightened so you open up and drink her piss,
okay?"
Judy looked confused.
"You mean, really piss on her?"
Mike looked exasperated, "What the fuck do you THINK I mean?"
"Surely you don't expect me to start peeing?"
"Yes, I fucking do. Our lovely audience will not be happy until they see your
golden tinkle splashing over our heroine's face, ok?"
"But, but I thought you used a special effect - water out of a squeezy bottle or
something?"
Corrine smirked. Mike stared, unbelieving.
"What do you think this is? Fucking Star Wars?" he exploded. "There are no
'special effects' in this video, just your lovely pee on Salma's sweet face. Get
it?"
Without waiting for an answer he turned and walked away, disgusted.
Judy and Salma returned to their positions on the set silently.
Salma knelt back on the carpet, and looked up with a convincingly scared look on
her face. Judy stood astride Salma's supine body with what she hoped was a Dom
sneer on her face and slowly raised her leather mini skirt to her hips. She
thrust her pelvis forward and, looking down on it desperately tried to pee, but
nothing would happen. She teased herself slightly, slipping her right hand
between her legs but to no avail. Years of solitary urination left her unable to
pee in public, let alone on Salma's upturned face.
"Oh for fuck's sake! Cut!" Mike eventually shouted. "This is going to take for
ever at this rate!" Corrine had a smug look on her face that said 'I told you
so.'
"What the fuck's wrong this time?" he asked Judy.
"I can't do it," she said simply.
"Oh yes you fucking can," he shouted. "You don't have any choice. This place is
costing me money every minute. We don't leave here without a film."
Judy felt trapped. She'd got in over her head and was now paying the price. Now
she felt as if she wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole. She bit the
inside of her lip as she forced herself not to cry.
Salma stood and put an arm around Judy, "Leave her alone Mike."
Mike stared at them both hard.
"Shouting won't help. There is another way out of this," Salma said calmly.
Both Mike and Judy looked at her closely.
"Let me play the Dom, then Judy won't have to pee, she'll just have to put up
with my pee in her face."
Judy was suddenly so grateful that there was a way out of this that she readily
agreed to Salma's proposition.
Mike saw that this was the only way out too. Salma was a natural Dom anyway.
"Alright," he agreed. "Let's take a ten minute break for costumes and make-up
then we'll shoot the whole thing from the top."
The filming went quicker. Judy was amazed how easily Salma and she slipped into
the Dom/Sub roles. Salma was a natural and the ferocity of her attack on Judy
initially surprised her.
Eventually they reached the crucial peeing scene and Judy watched as Salma
approached her. She had to admit that Salma looked so incredibly sexy in the
tiny leather miniskirt and thigh length boots; her big boobs bouncing as she
stalked toward Judy's kneeling, submissive form. Judy certainly didn't need to
act nervous for the camera, she was trembling with apprehension, and, she
suddenly realised, excited anticipation. Salma had no difficulties in simply
lifting up her skirt and immediately splashing warm urine over Judy's upturned
face. The sensation was not as unpleasant as Judy feared and she was even able
to open her mouth (at Mike's urging) to let some in and swill around her mouth.
"That's right, drink my piss you little slut!" Salma hissed as she grabbed a
fist full of Judy's hair and forced her face into her crotch.
Judy found that she was obeying Salma's imperious orders without even thinking
as she swallowed some of the hot salty urine that was gushing into her open
mouth. It was not hard to imagine herself as Salma's love-slave. The girl was so
naturally domineering that Judy found herself obeying without question. It was
somehow easier than thinking.
Suddenly Salma pushed her onto her back and knelt over her face. Salma's legs
pinned Judy to the floor and she ground her wet cunt against Judy's face. Judy
found herself licking Salma's soaking, hot smooth pussy, once again tasting the
urine. Judy wanted it all at that moment, lost in her own lust; unable to
satisfy that lust.
And then Salma was on top of her, kissing her with a passionate frenzy that
overwhelmed Judy. She licked at Judy's face, tasting her own piss as she locked
her thighs around Judy's right thigh; rubbing her burning cunt against Judy's
leg; selfishly working herself to orgasm.
"Fuckin' 'ell!" Mike exclaimed. "That's more like it; this is what the punters
want!" he continued.
"Okay, take a break girls," he called out.
Salma looked down at Judy with a big grin on her face. "See. It's not so
difficult after all, is it?"
Judy looked up into Salma's beautiful dark eyes, seeing the girl's amusement.
She knew that Salma had enjoyed using her, dominating her and she wasn't
pretending for the camera. Judy blushed as she admitted to herself that she had
wanted Salma to make her cum so desperately she would have done anything for
her; would have done anything she asked, just to relieve this almost unbearable
desire that centred in her tingling loins.
The girls sat on some stools by the make-up table while the set was changed
around. Salma watched Judy over the rim of her tea mug. She could see that Judy
was still unsure of what was happening to her. 'Don't you worry my little
darling, I'm going to make you beg for more by the time we're finished with this
film,' she thought. Judy looked over at Salma and smiled nervously.
"At least he's not shouting at me any more." She inclined her head towards Mike,
who was explaining to the props man what he wanted done with the set.
"As long as we get this video done without any more hold ups, Mike will be fine,
remember, he's had to front up a lot of dosh for all this." Salma explained.
Salma put her mug down.
"Come on then, we'd best not keep him waiting," she said, taking Judy by the
hand.
Judy was nervous; as the plot required, Salma now had her bent over a chair, her
hands and thighs tied to the chair legs. The scene called for the dominant woman
to whip her victim with a belt. Now Judy waited as Salma stroked Judy's buttocks
with the belt.
"You fuckin' slut, you want it don't you?" Salma's voice was genuinely hoarse
with excitement.
"Yes please mistress," Judy answered; praying that Salma would go easy with the
leather belt.
"Beg for it you little cunt!" Salma snarled, playing her part to the hilt.
"Please mistress, please punish me; I'm such a slut," Judy choked out the words.
"Yes you are, you're a little slut, trying to fuck my dog; well, you'll get all
your wishes!" Salma told her; thrilled at Judy's reaction when she mentioned the
dog.
Again she brushed the belt over Judy's bum, making sure the edge of the belt
slid up Judy's hairless cunt. A cruel smile spread across Salma's beautiful face
as she saw the girl flinch from the touch of the belt. She brought her arm back,
and then swung the belt down. The broad leather smacking firmly against Judy's
bottom cheeks.
"Owww!" Judy cried out, more in surprise than pain, as Salma hadn't been too
rough. She could feel a stripe of heat across her backside that wasn't entirely
unpleasant. "Oh, more" she moaned, remembering what she'd been told to say.
"What? You want more? Don't you worry, you're going to get it!" Salma shouted
excitedly.
The belt came down again, this time it was harder, and made Judy cry out. Salma
ignored the protest and slashed again and again with the belt.
Judy felt as though her buttocks were on fire, but at the same time, her clit
throbbed with unsatisfied desire. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to
bring pressure to her clit, desperate for release. Not achieving her aim, Judy
parted her thighs and thrust her buttocks out as much as her restricted
movements would allow. Salma saw this movement and changed her aim, bringing the
belt down into the deep cleft on Judy's buttocks. The end of the belt whipped
into Judy's cunt, hitting her throbbing clitoris, and bringing an ecstasy of
pleasure and pain all in one.
"Oh God. Yessss!" she hissed in genuine delight as she discovered a new joy.
Salma brought the belt down again; this time aiming fairly into the wide gap
that had opened as Judy parted her knees as far as she could to allow maximum
exposure to her burning vagina. The two-inch wide leather smacked into the soft
flesh and Judy cried out as her orgasm exploded anew. Salma threw down the belt
and quickly turned to Corrine, who had crept up to the set out of Judy's view,
with Khan.
Seizing him by the collar, she led the huge dog to where Judy was still
straddled across the chair, her thighs still spread wide apart. The dog didn't
need any urging, and his tongue started to lap at the girl's wet distended
labia.
Judy was so far gone that she didn't care what was happening, the delicious
feelings racing through her body left her incapable of any rational thought, she
just didn't want the sensations to stop. Every nerve in her body seemed to be
transmitting pleasure to her brain, and she was oblivious to the source of this
pleasure. Suddenly, in this totally subservient position, unable to move she
found herself happy to give up all her independence to Salma. Salma's only
desire was to bring her pleasure and now her only desire was to please Salma. It
wasn't that Judy had suddenly discovered that she was a lesbian, it was more
that she suddenly realised she had always wanted a Mistress. Someone who would
tell her what to do. The relief of giving up her own free will was
overwhelmingly satisfying. She could stop thinking and just be who she was.
Salma's slut.
Salma reached under Khan's body, finding his large, bright red cock already
swelling hugely. She slid the sheath back, exposing the full length of his
erection. Carefully she maneuvered the huge hound until he was stood over Judy,
his front paws on a footstool that Corrine had placed in position. Salma guided
Khan into Judy's hot wet cunt as he started hunching against the girl. The long
thick prick went straight up into Judy's ready hole, not even stopping as the
huge knot at its base stretched her wide. Khan's haunches worked vigorously as
he pumped into Judy, and his boiling spunk gushed into her depths.
Now that Judy had given herself to Salma she no longer cared that she was being
fucked by a dog. She was sore, her arse was burning, and her abused cunt was
stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined could be pleasurable; but she
was finally happy. She wanted it to go on forever. She squeezed the dog's
massive cock with the muscles of her vagina, holding the tennis ball sized knot
inside her...
Mike had finished filming half an hour earlier, and now, everyone on the set was
waiting for the dog's erection to shrink enough for him to withdraw. At one
point, he had managed to turn himself, stepping over Judy's back until the pair
of them were facing opposite directions. Judy had hardly moved, just lying
across the seat of the chair with a vacant, dreamy expression on her face as the
continuing sensations kept coursing through her. Salma had positioned herself in
front of Judy's face, achieving an intense orgasm of her own when Judy had
licked and bitten her clit. Now she stood with the rest of the group, watching
as Judy's body shivered with the feelings of pleasure she was still
experiencing.
"Fuckin' 'ell!" Mike exclaimed. "You've got her hooked on doggies now, haven't
you."
Salma just smiled.
"Not just doggies, Mike. She'll do anything I want by the time I've trained her
properly."
'Oh yes, my little girl, you're going to enjoy doing everything that I have in
store for you!' she thought to herself, a delicious tremble going through her
body at the prospect of her new slave.
Salma slipped a collar around Judy's neck and clipped on the leash. Judy looked
up at her, pathetically grateful. It no longer mattered that she was missing
lectures. She would not be returning to Medical School....
THE END
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