The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Cast of Characters

  • Lulu Allhallo [known as Lulu]The heroine, a voluptuous blonde, neophyte actress in two Studios’ films
  • GinaNewcomer Co-starring-actress, frizzy-redhead, eighteen-year-old lesbian but says she’s bi-sexual?
  • TammyRunaway straight dirty-blonde teenage Co-starring actress, picked up by Meena at bus terminal
  • Solly AllenBoss-man of eponymous soft-core porno-film Studio, friendly-businesslike to heroine
  • JayciStand-in/Co-starring actress, Solly Allen Studio, feisty, competitive, at times at odds with heroine
  • Kelly [aka Ms. Hamstad]Newcomer star-actress, redhead, heroine, lesbian, once very-close to Lulu
  • Margie[Marge] Teenage motel-keeper’s daughter, divorced from doctor, nymphomaniac, actress
  • Tom and JohnnieRodeo-cowboy champions; CindyHands-on beautician at beauty parlor; Roger SockalowA tall, curly Reporter/Interviewer; Makeup/Costumesa middle-aged brunette; Hostessat beauty-parlor; Doctor; Script-Girl; Cameramen; Grips; Bakery-counter girl in store; Retired opera-singer, singer’s husband, Arthur [grocery-buyers]Various small-part players mostly only functionally-named.
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CAVEAT: Activities described herein may be hazardous to health, so please don’t try this at home!

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Synopsis: Story, continued from “Meena,” “Meena Part II, Gina,” “Meena, Part III, Tammy,” and “Meena IV,” stands alone, not requiring reader to have read “Meena” or its sequels. Runaways are propositioned, controlled and fed lies by Meena: Forced to work at a porno studio. In “Meena, Part II, Gina,” Gina learns hypnotism to counteract Meena’s spell. In “Meena, Part III, Tammy,” Tammy tries to be true to both Gina and Meena, without knowing Meena hypnotically controls her. Two youngsters make first film. In “Enticing,” Lulu is coerced to lure Gina and Tammy from their home “The-Country-of-Love” Studio to Solly Allen’s Studio; has tons of trouble. In “Meena IV,” Meena suffers violent side-effects after having face lifted and breasts enlarged: Or is her syndrome, medication and alcohol-related? A girl is horribly murdered. When Meena is suspected, she hypnotically-commands Dove alibi. In “Lulu II” she toughs out a double-feature under Meena at competing studio. Is reconciled with her Ex?

Story codes: F/F, M/F, BDSM, lesbian- and hetero- sex, hypnosis, whipping, stripping, torture, clamps, X
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“Lulu III”

By Garden Variety

[Lulu’s Viewpoint]

“Strip!” …The little, busty redhead demands in my own livingroom. …Can’t complain because I asked Gina to be my agent with Solly Allen’s Studio. I won’t work with Meena and Tom at “The Country of Love” Studio any longer: It’s too rough there. Meena controls me in some way? …But she’s worse than Rollo, that’s my ex. And he had to go! We didn’t reconcile for longer than a month… A little lonely after?

I had four weeks off since those retakes. Tom sent my paycheck for the double-feature I made at “The Country of Love Studio”: Paid all my bills, taxes my biggest bite. Were I willing to live on $50K a year, I could retire. I’m not retiring though, partly because I’m young. I can take the mostly-softcore and stunted porn at Solly Allen’s Studio, better. Gina as my agent should push my star-salary, but she believes my weight is excessive. “I’m only 133½…” I tell her, removing my blouse to show my 40-F cup bra-encased top: My unusually-large rack sets Gina’s eyes popping. …I forgot she’s a lesbian! Salivating excitedly, hazel eyes staring wildly like the guys all do, shouting: “Now the bra, come on, Lulu, move it!”

I knew Solly made a film where she and Tammy, a tallish, well-built blonde, filmed a love-scene together. Solly Allen’s Studio’s listed in the trades as grossing $7 million in three films since Gina and Tammy went to work three months ago. That’s ‘O.K.’, no-great-shakes in the ‘Industry’. Solly got his money back for the productions, his profit’s 100%, considered ‘success’. He simply hasn’t had the big hit that Tom [“The Country of Love” Studio-boss] had in Tammy and Gina’s debut, “The Newcomers.” I unclip my pink bra: My breasts fly out! I’m on the large side? My nipples: Long, bulbous, pink ones. I can’t delight like men at my development: I’ve had my big boobs since I was thirteen-nearly half my life!

“That’s great, step over here on the scale, Lulu-Baby.”

Everybody’s ‘Baby’ out here. …Don’t know why? “All right.” First I slip off my shoes and unwind my skirt. No use weighting clothes: “133-134” is what that traitorous dial says. “It could be off, look how the zero is.” I hunker down, fiddle with dial, first, wrong way: Making it go up, next, too low …centered.

“133,” Gina announces. You will have to diet down to at least into the high mid-120’s, say ‘127’ or so?”

‘I can do 129’, I tell her briefly, Gina nods, goes to the phone, saying “Let me talk to Solly”, turning away.

She obviously doesn’t want me in-on the negotiations: I feel chilly, move into my bedroom: …Yes, tits shudder and erect mightily. My boobs have a life of their own. I kind of wish they were smaller? It would be a negative for my career, but I’d be happier. Girls bearing outstanding breasts are man-traps. If I didn’t have corn-colored hair…I’m ruffling it in the glass: Bobbing mammoth, pink erect-nipple breasts. I don my bra, in self-defense. …It’s really a curse! I pick up a scarf, head-tie it like a bandanna.

I wrap and zip my skirt because my thighs are the pillar type: In a pleated skirt yet, my ass is too rounded altogether! I’ve turned backwards and put my shoes on, scuffling into them. This mistreatment of fifty-buck footwear is one of the few perks of stardom. I turn back and forth, sighing: ‘Only my nutty fans would go for my poor looks.’ My face is pretty, but my cheeks, way too round and fat? Unwrapping bandanna: Messy, longish, yellow hair: I finger it, rubbing down cowlicks: It’s unruly, I brush it, moves start my breasts wobbling madly all over again. I wonder if I’d gain by breast-reduction surgery? The doctors could liposuction fat from my stomach: I have one. …Shrink my fat ass and my heavy thighs? After a year with Solly, I’ll consider it. If this deal comes off I’ll be set for life! Wrapping, tucking and squeezing myself with my blouse helps: Frowning, seeing, my tits…sticking out a

mile yet?

A knock, and Gina’s in, saying, “He’ll go for the same salary, but you can’t have stunting. Sorry, I tried for everything you wanted. Solly says Tammy’ll star in the picture otherwise, and he’ll make the same.”

“That’s baloney and you two know it!” I can’t earn more. It doesn’t matter: …If I’m capable of making three-quarters, and up, of my tremendous take from my Meena double-feature? “How much do I do?”

Gina looks at notes on a scrap of white paper in her hand. “He wants four pictures over a year’s time.”

“That’s do-able.” I reach for her notes; Gina pulls them back. “I’m in charge of you. You don’t need to think of a thing except your parts, Lulu.” Gina caresses my fluffy yellow hair, orders: “Get to the salon.”

I stall Gina and get her riled: Change back into a yellow lace dress instead of my blouse-and-skirt outfit.

I could use a cut… Being-bossed I’m not quite at-home with? …I’m frozen by my frizzy redhead, dangling a shiny watch…Can’t stop, follow its sway: “Yes, yes, I’ll obey you and love you, Gina…” Hypnotic Gina!

“You’re relaxed, asleep. …After I wake you, remember you feel better than you’ve ever felt: You’re dieting: Take it easy on the food. Walk to the beauty-salon and back.” “Wake!” Gina is strapping her watch back on, picking up a purse: Smiles into mirror at her reflection, a lightly-freckled orange-ish face.

I walk her to the door, hand out for my contract: “When will I sign?” She turns, kisses me: Unlike the peck I expect, a real, long, passionate, whole-body-squash contact: My sex stirs. I widen my blue eyes.

“Let me handle everything: I’ll be here for dinner at six.” Holds my boobs, squeezing too hard. Ignore it.

That’s earlier than I eat. And how come she’s invited herself? Oh, well, I’d better shop on the way back from my haircut. Mention, by the time I unload and cook, it’ll be time to see Gina again! Tits feel hands.

“Get the stuff delivered and tip him well. You’re a star now. There’s no reason for you to carry sacks!”

“Oh, I forgot. Naturally,…I’ll have that done. Thanks.” Gina gives me a business card for the hair-cutter.

“Leave everything to Gina, and you’ll be all right. I’ll handle your dough if you want? Have a bundle?”

“I do, but let’s wait a while on that one…until we know each other better, huh, Gina?” She’s looking at me funny as if I said the wrong thing, but there’s no way anyone else gets to write my checks! Gina exits.

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How’d I get this beautiful yellow-lace dress? …A story in itself. Yes, of course, it’s shortened and the top’s let out. No one expects my shortness or my giant tits: Even in a ‘Mature’, and this is a ‘Miss’ 12’. I asked Jayci, because I always admired the cute dirndls and peasant blouses she wears. “’Knoodles’ is where I shop.” Jayci said without any hesitation. “They are pricey…” She added as a warning. But I afford anything a stand-in can. Surprised the price-tag is $150, but it is the most-expensive shop in town. And you ask an Eastern-European broad a for a reference, you get a foreign-descent joint. I wriggle into it, with a tighter bust than before: I am heftier than I was. Scowling: Looking in the glass, my boobs bunch up too mountainously and won’t straighten with a hard push. I pull my dress back off: Undressed breathing is lots less arduous!

“Whew.” I feel better. I take my bra off and look at my belly. Too bad I’ve got one. My panties make no difference and there’s no way I’m going to be ‘beautified,’ shopping, not wearing panties. I struggle back into it, twisting back and forth, the eyeholes in the lace pinkly outline my nipples! I pull my dress snug. Fits braless, sexy in a way the designers didn’t plan. I undo the cleavage, which has three buttons. All unbuttoned shows half my bosom, and that’s way too much. Two buttoned, about correct: My tits don’t get crushed. I take a breath, and my middle-button nearly pops. …O.K. …I relent and undo it.

‘What the hell, I’ve got to breathe.’ I realize I’ll only see women and that I’m dressing for them, not for men! This isn’t normal. I press into my size-five, canary-yellow shoes, sit and fasten their skinny straps. Push out my feet: Great! Puff my hair: Looks rotten, but I’m getting a haircut. …Acceptable. Stand and turn. My ass is enormous, my dress awful high and tight: Grasp dress, yank my hips down, helps some…

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[The Beauty Parlor]

In front, I show the card Gina gave me to the Italianate lovely dark hostess who turns halfway and yells: “Cindy!” A thin brunette wearing an apron over a black-filigree outfit, extends the bouffant-headed, subtly-curved, top-half of her body partway out: On seeing me, comes out the rest of way past a wall.

“Oh, hi. Will it be the full treatment?” Cindy’s sharply-pretty and of course as you’d expect, has great makeup and the big-hair-do, backswept on the side-wings something like a dark Farrah Fawcett. Her stick-figure makes me feel conspicuously pudgy. Wouldn’t say I’m ‘two’ of Cindy, but …’one and a half’?

I say “It’s my hair mainly, unless you have some reducing-treatment: I got to lose a half-dozen pounds.”

Cindy says she’ll cut my hair, and if I need bleaching, it’ll work while I’m in the Sauna and Steam Room.

“I don’t think I need lightening…Do you?” When I reach up to my hair, my tits elevate, wobble, horribly.

“We all do, Honey.” Smoothing down my shoulders and brusquely adjusting my tiny short-sleeve hems unnecessarily? It straightens my cleavage-wrinkles. She reaches between and touches my breasts lightly. I frown, Cindy undoes my last button, exposing my expansive chest, airing very-visible round tits. “Ooh-la-la, Madame is wonderfully-endowed!” I’m really ‘Mademoiselle,’ now—Brute-less—Who cares?

Changed into a loose, green smock, I sit in her barber-chair, while Cindy snips a few hairs in front, on both sides, a lot in back: Next, puts clear-plastic over my forehead and cheeks, and dark-glasses on my nose. From a jar, her fingers glop jell. Colorless goop is smeared on my hair. [Points.] “You take off your gown and nip into both those doors. Don’t be concerned about modesty—It’s only us girls hereabouts.”

I go back in the locker room and undo my box, where I put in my gown. Naked, I peek out and dash into the first door Cindy indicated, the Steam Room. Billowing, hot, white, steamy waves assault my nudity!

Much too hot! Can’t see a damn thing. Two middle-aged women discuss politics and I listen just for something to do. Another female is trying to read a newspaper. ‘Lots of luck, lady.’ I only hear the two political women decide that while our government is inept and evil, yet it’s among the best five or six?

I agree, but am glad to depart for the Sauna: I’m satisfied with our government. What the hell, you can’t do anything. Those bozos we let get in power, arranged it to benefit themselves, that’s for sure!

The Sauna’s dry-heat suits me better and—reflected in a plastic frame protecting posted instructions about throwing water on some hot rocks—I’d rather those-competent, did that—I notice my hair is pointing up off my head like the Medusa! I feel it and it’s hard, pasty and stings like an acid! Jeepers! What’d Cindy do to me? I see part of a newspaper on the bench and ask a tall woman—with a weird, no -competition figure—her small nearly-flat bust and strangely-flabby bottom. “O.K. if I use this paper to wipe my hand? I touched the evil.” [We laugh.] She glances up: “Go ahead, I know, it’s like dearer lye.”

“Thanks.” ‘I tell her and rub the strange goo off my stinging hand. …Better. When she leaves—our two meaningless half-smiles exchanged—I can’t help thinking, watching her peculiar body move out—pretty-gracefully, truly—…I don’t need any beautifying. Feel I should hang out here awhile, to get my money’s worth?’

[After a hot, boring hanging-out.] …Door re-opening: Cindy obtrudes her head, chest like she did in the entryway earlier says “Oh, there you are, Lulu…—Let’s get you out and rinsed—all right?”

Hopping up, I follow Cindy out, who says, “Could be you’ll want this”, happily grinning, clutching intimately, encircling me with one of their ugly, ill-fitting, loose, green smocks. Pats my boobs, belly, ass, thighs as though I need fitting? Suddenly shocks me, reaching under, firmly penetrating my nether hair:

“What about here? It isn’t as yellow? Want me to bleach your bush?” …Casual, as though it’s everyday!

Wish she hadn’t reached out underneath my smock’s conveniently-high hem, grabbed, squeezed my crotch like that. A vile aggressive violation… All the nervousness I’d lost came back. …What am I, a slut?

”No! No!” I’m squealing and jumping back like burnt.

“All right, you’d rather not, but it isn’t going to match…” Sits me in a special leaning-back chair with the neck cut-out so my head leans back into a sink where Cindy is squirting a hose on me. Rinses my head, which feels great. That she places her hand between my bared legs, on my smocked belly and breasts: Must be only to balance herself ‘cause she’s bent to her sink-work? I look up, notice Cindy doesn’t shave under her arms. But she don’t stink of sweat: Only smells earthy-womanly. Not a trace of perfume?

A smile. “You’re mostly finished, Lulu-sweetheart. You want to try our scale, while I’m drying you?” Lifting me out of the backwards-leaning sink-chair unnecessarily—I can get up by myself—Jeez!—And why’s she touching me in front and in back? It’s a bit too touchy-feely here altogether! Pats my bottom onto the scale but twinkles at me so prettily, I can’t scold Cindy. It’s how she is? …Take her or leave her?

“129!” Why, that makes it all worthwhile! With my large, blue eyes wide-open, I tell her, ‘She’s made my day’ but Cindy warns me she’s been told that it could weigh a-pound-or-two low. I settle back down.

She’s fluffing me: I do look good, my hair more platinum-blond with a glorious sheen to it! I tip Cindy too much. This is a bad habit left over from my waitress days. …And who could help liking Cindy?

For some reason Cindy smooches and hugs me—thrilling yet bony body—and gives me her number. A charming, full smile accompanies: “I can also provide personal services, about any you’d like: Ask Gina.”

Cindy flushes me redly, reaching toward my pussy, but this time only to grasp my yellow-lace hem, yanking down my dress: It fits me better, doesn’t grab or catch anyplace. I’m sort of a brand-new girl!

And my breasts peek out a tad: I close the neck one button. I look in her perfectly-clean, shiny mirror, see close-together brunette Cindy and [way-more-curvy] whitish-blonde me: I’m blushed. …But thinner?

Cindy is alongside and says, “It’s more fetching like this.” Reaches, fingertips brushing between my tits and opens the button. I nod to admit it’s sexier that way. …But did I want to look any more desirable?

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[Shopping]

I don’t know why they always have more of items you don’t want, than what you do want? Leaning over the holder, I need the plain cornbread. There’s six of the blueberry-kind and four of the plain. I clean them out of the plain, but feel eyes on me: An older man’s looking down my neckline. I air-smile vaguely, push my cart away to the counter, tell the Bakery-Girl she needs to put out more plain-cornbread. I see she purses her lips at my cleavage. Envy? I’m probably the bustiest girl in this store.

Wait, there’s a fat, twice-my-age woman who’s bigger, like about 50-40-50 in figure? She’s alongside me and when I glance at her giving meaningless half-smile she’s saying “I was a singer: An opera singer.”

“I’m an actress.” Well, I am.

“You’ve got what it takes, Darlin’. …I have Arthur.” Much taller, I see…and he’s the same older-guy who stared down my neckline at my boobs, near the cornbread kiosk, when I was bent-forward earlier.

If it was up to Gina, she’d have someone shopping for me, too. I’m sure there’s a service. …But if so, I wouldn’t get exactly what I want…It’s hard enough for me to shop for myself, without remembering to tell someone, I want ‘No pulp, Premium orange juice’: Must say ‘Not from concentrate,’ or that the Swiss cheese can’t be ‘Reduced-fat’ which might be skim-milk, but is too-hard and has no taste. Et cetera. [Please excuse my comments if you’re who make this grub, it could be correct for others—O.K.?]

I ask about the delivery: If the man would put my stuff away for me, too. He would, but only if I could wait until five-thirty when ‘Rennie’ came on duty. I said that would be O.K.. I only got nine items but a lot of each. Extra chops and meat for Gina, in case she became a regular. If not, I know I’ll eat all that meat gradually. Why do I expect Gina? I don’t know, but I can afford her. I’m nearly-affluent these days: It’s great for a change. Grab French bread as an bonus tenth impulse-purchase, not on my list! Could buy cake or cookies if I felt like sweets. I don’t count pennies. I keep a cash-stash in my purse!

More ‘personal-preferences that aren’t meant to influence any consumers,’ but could be beneficial to nice people? On a long-distance driving trip, I was bothered by assholes in very-cheapest gas stations: On my return journey I paid a-penny-or-two a gallon up-from-the-bottom, paid a-dollar-a-night more at motels, and everything went fine! Crazies favor the cheapest, especially stations with weird names like ‘Stompin’ Monster’s’ and ‘Skeetz,’ two West- and East-chains. …My total added cost: Five dollars more!

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[Back at the House, Rennie Putting Away the Groceries and Lulu Getting Dressed and Cooking]

It’s all delivered: For once I over-tipped the correct guy, because I never would have got changed and fixed my face in time, if Rennie hadn’t put-away meanwhile. Gina is exactly punctual. Didn’t know that!

Opening my front door, I’m wearing a strapless blue gown that I never before wore.—D’you know they adhere to my skin when I wear them? That’s how they stay up! There’s a couple of pieces of double-sticky-back tape in each boob-top. Gina bubbles over my outfit. Peeks into the oven. Ha! No male guest ever does that! Gina says, “You got a ways to go with the food. Better strip to starkers now!”

I want to complain that I can’t work in the kitchen naked, it’s not safe due to grease-spatters and besides, it’s not very-sanitary either. I can’t explain why Gina’s staring-eyes command me? Can’t argue, only nod agreement. Walking zombie-slowly, I drift into my bedroom, ungluing my shiny blue dress’ adhering-top with ‘ouches,’ peeling and unzipping on the way, lowering it and kicking at my shoes. Detaching the neckline off my boobs makes me “Ow!” nearly out loud. I’m not watching the door but my jiggling jugs. I’m in blue high-heel step-ins: Taller than Gina—off, she is. The scare goose-bumps me.

I jump out of my skin! I blanch. Gina chuckles. I’m surprised she’s followed me, says she’ll take off my half-bra, and my blue, silky panties. Gina can touch gently when she wants. My huge half-bra is loose!

Subtle fingers edge my nipples and fingertips breast-encircle while slowly removing my half-bra and not-so-subtly, Gina lifts, hefts, both my heavy tits. Sighs my red-haired witch: “Cindy do you some good?”

“I’ll say she did…I’m not sure how much...I haven’t reweighed myself here.” Why is Gina touching-close?

“You smell of astringent.” Complains Gina. Her nose is in my neck and she’s noisily sniffing me all over.

“Huh?” Trying to step back a hair or two without obviously extricating myself from the clingy redhead.

“…Hair. And she didn’t do your bush!” Pulling down my little pants. My withdrawals didn’t help much.

“I didn’t want that.” Gina grips me by simply extending her arms halfway-out. A filthy knowing grin.

“Next time get it done, you don’t want your snatch-curls to stand out darker?” Raises her hand to slap.

“Oh, all right.” Why do I go along with this? Who knows what’s in that glop, what side-effects it has?”

Gina lowers her threatening paw, doesn’t hit me, hunkers down, trails her fingers along my white, mighty pillar-thighs, reaches around to squeeze each of my completely-round butt-cheeks. Yanks me hugging-close to her. Gina’s softness encroaches, presses. Creeping excitement tempts me…but scared, I holler, “The roast…It’ll burn!” She lets go, sits back on her haunches. I dash, escape to the kitchen.

After opening the oven-door naked and being tit-roasted by outpouring heat, I turn horrified. I’m about to correct Gina. Instead I fall onto her—she is right there behind me—weepily begging to be allowed to cover my tits and pussy, if not my hair. Can’t explain why, I’m emotional about this minor contretemps?

‘It’s hot. Please, Gina!’

“All right! Pussy-slut! But this food had better be good!”

Flash into my bedroom, re-fit my blue bra and panties. Tie the scarf around my hair. Come out smiling.

“Over here, Pussy-slut!” Shouts Gina, much too loudly from my living-room, where she’s moved a low stool to a place right in front of the couch. “Sit there and lean way back ‘till your head’s on the couch.”

When my head is lying back onto the seat of the couch, she ties my feet around the base of the stool with my bandanna. “Let’s pretend you’re tied up!”

“…Won’t hold them: Make like you can’t move your feet or hands.” Pulls my arms up to top of couch.

“…But the roast…” Gina tells me it’s turned halfway-down and she took out the potatoes and veggies. “So everything’s O.K..” Puts my hands through the leg-holes of my panties at the top of my couch, arms extended over the top of the back, folds my fingers down to hold on to it. And gags me loosely with my half-bra wrapped around my face. I see between the cups. I’m frightened. There’s a gap under my back without support, so Gina crouches close to me, moves her knees in under and starts playing with my nipples. Bends forward, kisses my nipples sweetly but firmly, snapping, cooling off the burns I suffered.

“You did get some grease on you. It tastes less salty, more meaty.” Here, too, she’s licking my pussy, I am ashamed to say I like it. Get excited. Lowers bra-gag, kisses my lips too. Uses her tongue. I taste a foreign taste. It’s my own juices! How horrible… Gina is lying on me and moving up and down, my excitement is building: I could loosen my hands and my feet, but I don’t, I orgasm! “Argghh!” “Argghh!”

Gina does too! “Let’s eat! Suddenly she jumps up and fixes her clothes, unwraps my head, arms, feet. Lifts me. I go into the kitchen and try to become normal: I ask if I can dress …Humble-submissive-empty?

”Of course, Slut.”

“Gina I only have a little experience, average for a girl my age, not in the sex Industry.—So I’m not a slut.”

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[Meanwhile at Solly Allen’s Studio, Actresses’ Group Gathered in Office with Boss Brainstorm Film Ideas]

Solly brainstorms suggestions: “What we need is a way to be exciting but without really hurting Lulu?”

Kelly suggests Jayci can stunt Lulu in anything too-extreme. “Like then we could do horrible acts to her.”

Jayci says, “But please, not to get too carried-away…And if I do more, I want more to be paid, Mr. Allen.”

Margie says, “What about a sling-shot and ball bearings, we could aim to hit her boobs and pussy!”

Solly says, “That could be faked so it wasn’t hitting her at all or hitting Jayci, I mean…You’ll get it, don’t worry about that, Jayci. …Let’s keep thinking up more…One very-exciting thing Lulu does, is that water-frolic scene, when she auditioned. That’s a half-hour already on film, doesn’t hurt her. Perhaps more...”

Jayci asks, “That’s a strip-scene with a few extra tweaks, no bondage or heavy torture. Will that cut it?”

Kelly says to Margie, “We could support Lulu and tie her up if necessary, girl-girling her would be good.”

Margie says, “I could go for both scenes, her strip-scene and our love-scene and perhaps a man or two?”

Solly [writing notes] “I’d say we were close to a film’s-worth of ideas already, let’s stop right there.”

Jayci: [Poker-faced] “Two men you could use, I know. They’re…clean…tested for STDs, I believe?”

Tammy inserts her head in the office, saying, “Lulu’s taken my agent Gina. I’d like to help punish her.”

Solly replies “That’s fine, Tammy, if you’d like to take over writing-duties, composing our script.”

Tammy asks, “Would I get paid extra?” Leans in, waggling her long, wavy-blonde tresses toward boss.

Solly says, “Of course, but you’ll have to write it, all the way to the shooting script, not only idea-stage.”

Tammy says, “I’m game,” managing to present her bosom, a button popping open, “If everyone else is.”

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The other gathered girls decide they want no part of written-word work, but will supply ideas. Solly ambles down the hall, tells Tammy, his arm draped up over shoulders of the blonde, his height or taller: He’ll start Tammy off, get Lulu’s audition-tape. Calls—has Script-Girl access Archival Footage: Auditions.

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[Almost-A-Year-Younger, Thinner-Lulu with Shorter, Sun-Blonde Hair, From ‘Coven V,’ ‘Footage’ Chapter]

I go to the stream and strip. Entirely! The air feels very cool on my skin, such a fair expanse. …This is only the first of May. Not a hot day. I like the freedom my big breasts have and the feel of the sunshine, makes me understand the appeal of nudism: Sun …a hot and heavy lover’s hands all over me! Poetry!

I get shy when the unknown cameraman, director and Solly show up. I’m covering myself with clothes.

Solly points and laughs, so I drop my clothing-cover, displaying all I’ve got. I’m pleased with their shocks.

I step into the water. It’s chilly to say the least but I flop onto my knees, drip cold water all over me, erecting my large pink nipples fruitily, making me goose-pimply: A real lot of very-white, sun-dappled, goose-pimply flesh! I manage immersion. I know it’s freezing, but necessary. “Aieeeeee!” I pig-squeal.

And I see the director’s gestures, cueing me to show my tits by bending forward. I do, they hang and the cameraman is waved to get right into the stream himself, ankle-deep! He shoots my giant, round, white melon-tits, hanging. I squeeze my enormities together! Next I pinch and twist my sculpted pink nipples.

I turn and show my perfect bottom and my curvy, round thighs. Peeking over one shoulder coyly, I spread my butt-cheeks nastily, asshole visible. Splashing forward, rear-spreading-display my pussy, lift, shake each leg, my pussy open. Humming my own stripper-music, I bump-and-grind into the camera.

I try to think if anything might have been left out, and I see the director covering his own chest and lifting his hands off one at a time, so I peek-a-boo boob-tease, doing another peek-a-boo act with my pussy. I wink-show my big clitoris. I stick out my tongue. I rub the cold stream-water on my boobs, belly, pussy and thighs: Shiver, shake off drips, flick the water off my clitoris and nipples. I grimace awfully and painfully wring out my pussy, breasts, navel, ass-cheeks! Ow-ow! Should’ve faked that last?

“I can’t take it anymore,” I tell them and get out. Freezing. ‘I am a bit ashamed of putting my heart into my act. I show my naked self off thoroughly, mostly to make their cameraman’s wet-feet worthwhile?’

[End Archival ‘Footage’ Chapter of ‘Coven V:’ Tape Mentions ‘Leaping Lures’—Resort Setting for Audition]

* * *

Tammy: “Wow! I see how Lulu got your offer: She was great! …Isn’t she thinner, blonder, younger?”

Solly says, “We can handle it, in your script, say, ‘Lulu did this to get started’, or some such quick fix…”

Tammy asks, “Is it all right that her hair’s that short? I know she has it cut now. But it’s not that way.”

Solly touches her long wavy hair. “Look how yours lengthens over the last three months: It’s no biggie.”

* * *

[The Movie]

[Lulu’s Viewpoint]

I didn’t know what to expect after my defection to “The Country of Love” Studio: Having had a hit double-feature for them. But nobody seemed any different unless it was Tammy, who’s funny…? She’s working on the script: That’s also new. Gina tells me I’ll be O.K., if I remember to ‘relax, go along.’

Jayci is bringing her two cowboys, Tom and Johnnie over to Solly: I remember Margie screwed both of them before, on the “Repentance”—shoot starring Margie, in her debut-appearance. They’re naturally rough-tough galoots, and since I’m straight most of the time, I fantasize fucking them, feeling randy…

Makeup/Costumes is a middleaged brunette woman, with remnants of what was once a good figure? Large on top, with a potbelly and a big butt, wears ‘don’t-look-thick’ glasses, the result of seamstressing? She carries a sun-blonde wig, and in her other hand, a yellowish cheap dress.

I had one very much like that, I wore about a year ago.

Jayci’s given these articles and without a changing-room, pulls off her outfit. She passes for me if she only doesn’t wear that wig. In long or quick shots I mean: Jayci is of some foreign origin, has that look. Displays pretty C-tits, not so enormous, a sufficiently-full rack, hers stand up braless. They’re pear-shaped and peaked by large, pink nipples, not so bulbous or fruity, grape-like as mine.

Tammy is taking the two cowboys aside and pointing to their crotches. By straining to hear, the guys assure her that they’ll erect and climax twice in a row, no problem. We’ll soon see about that…

Meanwhile Jayci gets the sundress over her and wriggles into it, wigs her head. The yellow dress fits Jayci, so it isn’t mine…We aren’t the same size: She’s got only about a thirty-five or -six, bottom? She kneels in front of the first taller-cowboy, Tom, who is waiting in chaps and full rodeo-champion regalia.

“Action!” Shouts Solly. Tom the cowboy bends forward and rudely tears Jayci’s top down so she’s topless. Looks curvily-good, with large pink nipples atop C-cup boobs. Whips out his weenie which isn’t bad, considering he’s not in the Industry. He goes behind and hogties Jayci’s ankles strictly to her hands: Does the bottom-part first and she stops herself from falling forward with her hands. He must know how, from the rodeo? Next he behind-ties her hands and hogties to her ankles, returning in front of her, his cock hanging out the whole time. The rodeo was never like this! He’s half-hard already! Jayci starts in blowing. Seeing her efficiency and thoroughness I wonder about Jayci’s background. No, flinching-back when he comes into her face and tits, rules out her being a pro: Only a gifted amateur! She’s already held in a taut-bow by a short hands-behind-to-ankles tie. That might explain wince?

Tie’s nasty?

No sooner than she’s done with Tom, Jayci is faced with Johnnie, and she teeth-parts his undone chapped-jeans to start in on his more-impressive—especially considering he’s shorter—dick. He helps by yanking it out but next brusquely pushes down Jayci’s yellow dress to her tied-in-back arms and to her belly in front. She is good-looking, a beige-complexion, boobs shades lighter: Flat-stomach that I envy.

The Makeup-woman carries a wig and the same dress to me. “You take her place.” Is all she says: Well, you know, I once had this corn-colored hair and wore a dress exactly like it. Put wig on. I see it’s a 40-F top and Young Miss’ 12, my correct sizes. Think about submission to these crummy exposed conditions.

I say, “Do I have to change into it right here on the set?” My huge breasts, always the focus of all eyes!

Makeup/Costumes grins and says, “Everybody knows what you’ve got by now, Honey.”

* * *

[Lulu’s Comeback Movie at Solly Allen’s Studio, Continued]

[Lulu’s Viewpoint]

What can I say I say about the sex scenes with the two raw-boned cowboys? The first taller one was fair and his cock, average: Tom fits me better but he’s pretty violent: Tough to call it lovemaking at all!

Johnnie’s a brunette-guy: He’s hairier than Tom. The second dark cowboy Johnnie is shorter, but his dick’s longer! Burned inside in a sort-of-good way? Saw them both in action once before and I knew that at least with Margie, they’re fast thrusters, of the ‘rock ‘em,’ sock ‘em’ school. They both come partly in me, and partly outside me, for filming cameras, and I come twice: Enjoying them!

I have to lie there like a log and not excite them, especially at the start. Cowboy Tom hears Solly say he wants foreplay. Tom tongues my lips and mouth thoroughly: I like, don’t let on…I don’t let him eat my pussy: That’s enough, I tell him, suddenly becoming a wild participant which surprises the hell out of Tom! We both come, nearly exactly-simultaneously and we’re explosive, despite his previous blow-job.

Johnnie is a brutish, quick-trigger lover too, but Tammy tells him Off-camera—acting like an Assistant-Director for some reason—to eat my boobs and nipples carefully. “O.K.,” Johnnie replies. Later, I pry him off me: Once my tits erect, they’re a tiny bit sensitive to pleasure: He strokes, I pump and away we go! All systems go, recoiling from his long thrusts into me, I orgasm before Johnnie does. Hot! I’m after-shocking for real: Bucking-bronco, frenetic hip bumps! Johnnie makes weird faces like he’s doing push-ups or something strenuous until the oozing quietus when he orgasms: Thick, hot, stringy—and dripping.

* * *

[Tied to a Tree by Grips, Who, Pulling on Lulu’s Ropes to be Sure She’s Firmly-Attached, Signal Director]

Tammy wears a shiny black Mistress-bikini: Aims sling-shotted ball-bearing at Lulu’s naked, bound body:

“You deserve this and much more!” Tammy hits Lulu’s left, large, pink-tipped breast, making Lulu bend forward with the pain as far as she can, which isn’t much: Standing backed to a tree, tied naked, arms up, legs spread. Aims, lets go at Lulu’s right tit, hits it hard! A loud whapping sound! A sharp wailing scream! “More for that nasty pussy!” Hits Lulu between her legs: Impacts her fat thigh, the fourth, last, a direct-hit smashing into her clitoris! Makes Lulu scream, head-waving back and forth. “Aieeeeeeeee!”

* * *

[Lulu’s Viewpoint]

It’s fantastically painful. Don’t know where they found the sling-shot. A hunter’s store? Weren’t no toy! Each hit pummels me awfully, causes me bruising. Indented boobs shuddering. My tits shudder afterwards. The thigh-whack, I get tremors going into my belly. My pussy: That smack’s murder! Goes right through me! Near-blackout, right there! Curtain’s half-down: I scream again remembering! “Aie!”

* * *

Solly approaches saying, “Jayci can stunt you for the rest of this…” I look at Jayci, demurely standing in back of Solly as though she’s not naked. I’m teary-eyed, nonstop-nods of agreeing? I’d like to be brave?

I’m released, the Grips feel me slightly and grin—they can’t resist—…I don’t reprove them, I’m so weak now. Jayci raises her arms, she hasn’t well-shaven under there: It’s because she’s foreign and unused to it? But she’s pretty courageous all the same, spreading open her legs, her pussy splitting redly; soft, pretty pears so vulnerable. Grips tie Jayci down tightly to the tree, with feels and unheard comments? Margie takes sling-shot over from Tammy, who’s pointing-out something on it. I heard either Tammy or Margie is the originator of this horror! What did I ever do to them? I was nice? Of all the ingratitude!

Margie, next Kelly and Gina take turns torturing Jayci, who yelps cries when Gina impacts perfectly her large pink nipples and her clitoris—Gina’s a fine marksman—who stops after three sling-shots, which meant Jayci took eleven total! A lot more sling-shots than I withstood: None of the girls missed entirely.

* * *

[Sobbing Jayci’s Viewpoint]

I don’t intend to complain but slingshots are most hard and those last three, more like them I can’t take! My throbbing pussy-my aching tits, ‘so-marvelous’, guys say, terrible hurts they suffer…Pricks stab me all my being…Solly has to big-time pay me, at least the stand-in plus-half-the-Co-star-salary last time I earn?

* * *

[Lulu’s Viewpoint, continued]

Meanwhile Tammy shows me her script says: Kelly and Margie’ll love me in as many lesbian positions as possible. I can take it? Wish I hadn’t just injured all my sexy spots: They’ll be concentrating there! I once was very fond of these chicks. Margie’s a tight-unit, light-brown-head, with large red nipples and Kelly’s the perfectly-voluptuous redhead, a man’s dreamboat. Though Kelly doesn’t go in for men. She’s divorced too—as a partial explanation—or is that putting the cart before the horse? …A lavish beauty?

Solly listens to me respectfully and calls the Doctor, who arrives and examines my boobs, poking my large tits painfully—I wince at each poke—Ask him can he please handle my clitoral-area less-roughly? Doctor grins, nods, only touching my thigh, my clitoris, though he does cop a pussy-feel. “Aieee!” I squeal! He lifts me up when he crushingly cunt-holds. I shiver, backing into my quilted passion-killer robe. Doctor tells Solly I’ll perhaps only perform the orgasmic close-up shots, if I’d manage that?

I ask if Gina’d be my partner. They agree: Jayci’ll stunt all the rest of my lesbian encounters! Great relief though I know Gina’s a real lesbo: If I’ll have four orgasms on camera I’m going to need help.

I gasp, “Oooh! Oooh!” as Gina fits on my big, pink-silk half-bra. “You’re going to need the 40-F size again if you stay so swollen, Baby!” Snaps on my panties. “Ey-yi-yi!” I’m squealing involuntarily because I hurt so much in that one spot: From when Tammy smashed my red clitoris with her slingshot…

Meanwhile the crew is filming Margie pleasuring Jayci, which they both seem to enjoy enormously, eat in sixty-nine, next do with double-dildo, then sideways, monkey-bumping mutually their pussies upside-down. Both girls orgasm more than once! “Argghh!” “Argghh!” “Argghh!” “… [cough] …Argghh!”

“Don’t mind those clowns,” says Gina, “One of those was even faked!” She looks daggers at the lovers, where the very-beautiful large red-orange nippled-breasts-Kelly is replacing Margie: Mouth practically landing on Jayci’s pussy, Kelly’s clamped there, lamprey-sucking! Kelly eats and pokes Jayci in all three of the same lesbian positions, whose only bowing to her sling-shot aches,—Jayci looks sore at times during the strenuous double-dildo thrusting—is to toss from sideways, backward onto her butt at one point, saying, “Please, Kelly-Darling, it’s more comfy on my back”: When they do the upside-down mutual-monkey-bump. Jayci is bruised in spots. Kelly is half-turned face-down into the dirt this way, and she’s a co-star, while Jayci’s only a stand-in/guest-co-star. But being a trouper, Kelly goes on humping in this position, breathing into the dirt until they both orgasm: Kelly coughing, huffing, puffing!

[Jayci’s Viewpoint, continued]

It isn’t that I can’t take lesbian-loving: I can, and almost any amount, too! When the teeny Marge eats me, it isn’t all that pleasant because I am hurting, but I can do it. I ate light-brown-head Marge too. Small tits, but what bright-red nipples! She is sweet inside! Inserting the double-dildo caused pain in my hurt pussy! …Monkey-bumping, it was as much bad as good… With Kelly, she’s beautiful-redhead well-fleshed woman, what men call voluptuous. Gorgeous is meaningful when I describe Kelly’s cunny! I enjoyed with her, three positions, except when paining, my boobs zing ‘had-enough’ at one point: Tits bruised from slingshots, I had a fit withstanding pain…Only a dinky departure, got through to our climax!

* * *

“Cut!” Cries Solly. The lesbian-show is over. Except Gina and I have to provide the four come-shots for my orgasm close-ups. “More phony orgasms, both those last two,” mutters Gina. She pulls down my somewhat-shabby, cheap, yellow sundress, which now fits snugly at my outsize, puffy, swoll-up breasts.

“Action!”

Cries the director as Gina adlibs a line kissing me on the lips long and passionate: Hugging squeezing me.

“I’m going to love you, the way a woman always ought to be loved: Slow and gentle. …You’ll be spoiled for men from now on.”

‘What if I prefer a little whump-a-thumpa?’ I think, but I’m silent in deference to my girl-lover, smilingly slowly lowering my top more. My bra, she lets fly off when she unclips: That hurt, my boobs jouncing a bit! Dress folded up, panties down and off. Might as well be naked. …This is worse, being somewhat-partly-dressed…it’s demeaning, soiled like a rape-victim! Or a casual murdered person, a dead body!

Gina says, with a nasty grin, “And I won’t stop! I am going to stake out your ankles and tie your lovely, plump, well-stretched-out arms to stakes above your head. Legs spread! …Blindfold you! …Gag you!”

She‘s yanking me fiercely…Why? All this horrible bondage is exciting …to Gina? …Our cruel fans? My arms hurt wrist-tied too-far-up overhead! My legs, ankle-tied Goddammit too-wide spread, my crack’s split open, my asshole yet! …Oh, Jayci was bound and gagged… Won’t cry, I swear I won’t…I can’t stop my pain, in my eyes as they’re welling-up, leaking. Gina licks my tears away, cat-like cleans the rest of my face. I feel loved, wet, cool: A smooth loving-technique, her fingering my nipples is sweet, the way she fingernail-encircles around my erecting nipple-edges. Hm. Her languid squeezing of my gigantic tits. As though they were cranky. Even now they aren’t, except for my two bruises which Gina deftly avoids.

I’m actually slightly-warmed-up! I feel Gina going down to my legs and thigh-belly kissing-licking-sucking softly, fingering a few tiny canoe-circles of my slit, a forefinger taps on my sore clitoris—Oooh!—nasty—touch-and-go, tonguing: Difficulty …I’ve come! “Argghh!” Stringent-tied, can’t throw my pussy up at her, bounce my hips around like I‘d like…! And only a few times before, I’ve peaked with a girl mostly with Gina. Oh, she’s exactly correct, I’m in love! She’s pussy-eating in earnest: Gobbling hard fast head-spinning with all stops out: Gina’s tongue is a mile-long, reaches all the way into me! I tense against her, foiled by my taut ropes…But teething, chewing, licking, sucking: My tingly outsides, “Oh! Oh!” I’ve come twice more consecutively! “Argghh!” Flopping pussy up and down’s, all I can manage. Try bucking Gina off. …She’s stuck. Make it three!

Can’t understand:

…Gina’s thrilling me…in more than one place!

“Cut!” …I promise I’ll make it up to Gina whose face is gooey though smiling: “You sure will, Lulu baby!”

* * *

[Gina and Lulu Dressed for Success in the Back of a Limousine with a Tuxedoed Reporter/Interviewer]

“You expect us to talk? …We’re actresses!” Shouts glowing Gina sitting on Lulu’s lap pouring champagne.

“That one glass probably equals two jiggers!” Says Lulu, exquisitely-gowned to show sequined-bosom.

“No, it doesn’t.” Gina lines up two, three, jiggers, tries—with some spillage—to fit the wine into them.

“It’s three,” says tall, curly Reporter. Holds a memo-pad, points pen, resigned look. “Trust me, I know.”

They don’t, but by overfilling the shot glasses, a whole martini-type champagne-glassful overflows three.

“You have some too being correct!” Gina tells him. “But don’t expect us broads to talk without scripts!”

“I can tell you about the life of an actress if you want.” Lulu pushes Gina off her and says, gulping her snort, “It’s mostly waiting for the shot and, after forever, a few minutes of stripping very slowly: Next, more waiting…while the cameramen and the director and the gaffers and grips talk and set up for you.”

“…And sometimes they want me tied-up and whipped!” Gina cries “…My ass all red, …thighs, …other places too private to mention, they get it too!” Handfuls of ass, thighs, breasts …lowering slowly to sex.

Lulu puts her hand over Gina’s mouth: “Not the truth!” Girls laugh, Gina rips Lulu’s hand away, drinks.

“But it must be excitement and wonderfully-glamorous at times,” the Interviewer laughingly interjects.

“You want to pour those little glasses all the time, fella?” Gina brandishes her sparkly bust, big magnum.

“Oh, I’m Roger Sockalow, Reporter, you women know, right, Gina, Lulu?” Waving laminated press-card.

Lulu finishes her larger champagne-glass in a gulp and ends with, “Next, we get dressed, much more quickly than we stripped, and go home. But it‘s usually too late to go out and we’re too tired anyhow…”

Gina says, drinking half of hers sloppily, laughing: “Lulu’s had enough lovemaking on the set already!”

THE END