'Without the darkness we'd never see the stars.' pt 5
Being the lead actor Dirk Danford had a way of being difficult just for the sake of it. The word shallow had too much depth to it to be an accurate description of his personality. The truth was he was on the wrong side of 42 for Hollywood and he knew it. Like the typical no blue M & M’s request his agent had certain perks written into his contract. One thing he like doing was finding someone local to act as his personal assistant / trainer preferably with that person being a woman near his age with MILF potential.
A common practice in search of local flavor none of the production staff thought it odd that Eliska Vaclev was brought on as an executive producer and technical consultant. Knowing just who to contact the woman decided his assistant and PT clause would be the leverage she would use to catapult Lauren Jerome into the lead while shifting the whole theme and tone of the movie to that where the female character becomes the hero.
Dirk had a few run-ins with the law for his drug use in his time if it hadn’t been for a talented PR person keeping the lid on the incidents the public would have heard of them more.
Sipping on her non-fat latte Lady Eliska was waiting for the two twins who'd been born in Budapest at the outdoor café.
Nicolet Prelinka and her sister Sasha had both been world class weightlifters that had found their way as actresses into the capital of the adult film world of Budapest. Made easier possessing muscled up bodies the two specialized as authentic female dommes. The two had each been trained in the art of female dominance by a Mistress from the ‘Other World Kingdom’.
They had written the curve back when in years previous the revenue stream for actors made it worth the effort. The two saved their money and opened a health-spa studio on the outskirts of Prague they were proud to call their own.
The pleasantries of getting reacquainted out of the way Eliska let the pair know what needed to be accomplished.
The knock on the trailer was followed by a shout out from Dirk.
“Come in Sally…its open.”
The actor was still trying to shake off the jet-lag and the killer hangover after a few too many glasses of scotch on the flight. He glanced to see two lines of coke were laid out on the small plate. He couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t sniffed them before crashing some 5 hours earlier. Dirk then remembered he was saving them for his new assistant Sally a naïve girl of 25 he hoped would act as his blow job queen while in country.
Nicolet stepped into the center aisle of the trailer, under an open woman’s cut jacket the lace knit top showed off the demi-cup bra that pushed her lovely breasts up on display. She slowly made her way down the single corridor as Dirk scurried to cover the fact he was only in his boxer shorts.
“Humm…can I help you?...I was expecting someone else.”
He was used to a young twenty-something female catering to his needs while on set. Clearly Nicolet Prelinka was much more than that.
Both sexy and commanding Nicolet spoke with the heavy Czech accent grabbing his attention.
“I am Nicolet Prilinka…since I am your assistant and personal trainer I wanted to meet you…yaaa….it’s Dirk correct.”
She had put it in the past tense intending to eliminating any possible competition for the position.
Taken with her beauty and physical stature he belched out a soft ‘excuse me…Hello’ on the shallow burp.
There had been a time in his late 20’s and early 30’s when he was in peak condition. Now at 42 the drugs and drinking had diminished his strength and looks as so often happens. He could feel his morning stiffness lifting on getting a better look at the vivacious woman. Shifting the bed’s covers he did his best to conceal it.
“You want to throw something on and we can take a drive…I was told you have a week or so until shooting begins.”
“Sure …you say it’s Nicolet?”
Hands balled into a fist sitting on her hips she replied.
“For now that will do…it’s still to be decided whether I want to tolerate you.”
Not used to be treated abruptly there was something about the way she said it that turned Dirk on. What she said next scared hell out of him after she pointed to the coke.
“….by the way Czech authorities don’t take kindly to drugs here especially for privileged Americans who use them…you get caught and it’s the Pankrac Prison….perhaps a trip through will prove useful. ”
Walking out to see the sky overcast he did a double take on seeing her twin sister waiting leaning on the Range Rover. Loud enough for him to hear Nicolet simply said ‘someone needs a lesson….Pankrac’.
A benign smile turned into a stern look on the woman’s face after hearing her sister Nicolet.
Sasha nodded her head saying ‘Hello …get in’ before walking around to the drivers-side of the automobile. Dirk sat in back with Nicolet in front with her sister Sasha driving.
“Say are you two twins?”
Sasha let him see her silently looking at him in the rear-view mirror while Nicolet turned and put a short smile on her face without speaking before turning back. The tension slowly built in the car spiking as Dirk got a look at the massive structure. They pulled into the car park preparing for a trip to the visitor center at the Pankrac Prison.
Lanterns lighting the way as they walked in the dungeon like halls a dark history could be felt along with the spirit of the poor souls who never left the 140 year old prison that had had a torture chamber and routinely held executions.
Seeing a guillotine used for beheading was unnerving for Curt.
“If you think it’s from a time long forgotten you’d be wrong….The German Gestapo investigation unit set up here…lets us never forget the 3rd Reich's atrocity of the Lidice and Lezaky massacres…in a display of their cruelty the Nazi’s Waffen SS used the guillotine during the war against those they captured of our resistance.”
“The communist regime had their share of executions too so next time you choose to snort your way to a high remember these days Pankrac is underfinanced and overcrowded…you’d be locked in a prison cell for 23 hours without warm water or electricity….ohhh yes it is also infested with rats the size of soccer balls.”
Curt looked at Sasha and Nicolet realizing the women were far from shallow. He could feel himself being pulled in to their sense of commanding feminine authority.
In the car Nicolet turned to speak.
“We’ll put that behind us…your focus will shift with us being your assistant and personal trainer…is that clear?”
“We don’t know you we’ll enough for you to be so informal so make it Ms. Nicolet and Ms. Sasha.”
The woman stared at him without blinking. The rule of any authentic Dominatrix or female supremacist was to establish herself as the authority figure from the outset.
It was a test of his masculinity a challenge to the way he treated females. So often thinking he could pick and choose from the lightheaded girls he had been surrounded with in the past he started to understand these women weren’t at all like them.
A soft toned voice had him acknowledging the request.
“Yes Ms. Nicolet….Ms, Sasha…of course…..may I ask are we going to do a workout?”
“Yes we are…we’ll go to our home where we can have some privacy….”
The two set up it looking for a way to show off their strength. Her hair in a tight bun Nicolet came out wearing a halter styled black leotard that sat high on her hips with Sasha in a battleship grey piece of the same design. Pressing against the fabric he could see she had expansive areolas that looked to be a good 2” in radius from the centered long nipple. His eyes shifted to take in the sight of both woman's muscled up arms.
Standing in the back yard in his t-shirt, running shorts and shoes it immediately threw Curt off his game to see Sasha and Nicolet were a few inches taller than him. As best he could tell both were free of near any fat.
“Ms. Sasha is all this your property?”
Sasha rolled out the large cushioned mat on the lawn before she spoke.
“Yes….so stay close to us on the path… you won’t want to get lost in that forest.”
They suspected he was out of shape and the 3 mile run would be taxing. With Sasha a few strides behind Nicolet took to the lead letting her thick shapely thighs and the contour of her rounded butt cheeks capture his attention while she ran. Keeping his eyes on them the more the cheeks bounced up and down the more he seemed to become entranced by the movement.
A mile in Sasha ran past letting her hand give a gentle pat to his bum. A touch of broken English to her words she spoke
“Come on svvveeee-tie…you’re not going to let a couple of ‘vooo-men’ beat you…are you?”
By the 2nd mile Curt was gassed. Seeing the women 30 yards ahead of him he stopped and let both hands rest on his knees as he bent to catch his breath. As the 3rd mile neared he saw them turn to the left returning to the large swatch of green grass behind their home.
Grasping for air he gratefully welcomed the bottle of water from Nicolet who stood on the cushioned mat bare footed. As he finished the bottled water she gave him a playful shove. At first he thought she was kidding but a 2nd swat to the face had him almost falling. It was enough he took a swing at her yet found he was hitting nothing but air as Nicolet slid to the side.
He had no idea the female weight-lifter had done pro-wrestling in her early 20’s. Her hand reached out holding him at the side of the neck line. Slowly moving in a circle the two slapped an grappled to no one’s advantage.
The woman pushed off and feigned a move to the left. Curt’s breath became labored as his ego absorbed the cutting comment.
“Some movie hero you are…you’ll look like a wimp when you’ll find I’m going to pin you…that’s it baby…come and get it.”
His anger rising only served to drain his energy more. Almost tripping wearing the running shoes he kicked them free
“Smile …I want Sasha videoing this before we throw it on your Instagram page.”
Nicolet faked right quickly then moved to the left hard before going back to the right. Curt lunged yet found himself tripping to the ground as she ripped his t-shirt off.
Nicolet slid lower and slipped her muscled thighs around his waist. Tightly squeezing she began to push the air out of his lungs as he struggled.
“Yea …I think I’ll tie your hands in back and fuck you like you’re a budding submissive.”
He summoned what strength he had trying to unhinge her powerful thighs yet found Nicolet’s hand grabbing his and sliding the pair back behind his head holding them to the mat. Once more he tried to lift free of them but only got a few inches up before she slammed them to the mat as she twisted.
Spinning on the mat she bent his arm back behind him at the wrist while pressing her upper body down. His free hand reached back with his face and chest pressed to mat.
Keeping him firmly down to the mat Nicolet took a strand of the ripped t-shirt and wrapped it around one of his wrist’s. Seconds later she did the same to the other wrist when he suddenly realized he couldn’t move either of his hands.
As she flipped him over onto his back she pulled his running trunks down and off. He could feel a wave of vulnerability over coming him at being naked. Her hand pushed her halter top in letting it rest at the cleavage between while showing her sumptuous breasts. Here hands pressed his shoulders down pinning them to the mat.
He felt both humiliated and aroused as his cock grew stiff. Jiggling her breast above his face she yelled to her sister.
“Sash…throw me that thing.”
Sasha tossed Nicolet the clear piece. Her elbow and forearm held him down at the neck as she slid the clear hollow tube over his penis before slipping his balls through the opening. It was the strangest thing he’d seen his hard cock was inside a hollowed-out tube of a a dildo with his balls hanging secured through a plastic attachment.
Nicolet slid on top undoing the metal clips between her wet valley her leotard came free at the waist.
“Ms. Nicolet….your vagina….it’s so beautiful .”
The woman feeling superior eased the phallus piece into her pussy. Curt realized with her on top he was the one being fucked and his penis couldn’t feel the joy of her vaginal wall.
“Your little plaything…isn’t big enough for a woman like me.”
She slapped him hard across the face.
“Say Yes Domina Nicolet...you're right it’s not.”
Repeating the words he again felt humiliated yet all he could do was thrust up with his tied hands underneath his body. The plastic piece a good 8” long his 5’ cock was throbbing despite not feeling the wetness of her pussy.
Feeling exhausted he had lost all his energy all he could do was take the fucking as the dildo attachment slid in and out of Nicolet’s vagina. Her muscled thighs lifting and dropping she pushed her pretty butt down hard and lifted it up without stopping.
Using her feet Nicolet spread his legs putting her lower body between them. Her hips started gyrating keeping the piece moving quickly in and out of her pussy.
“I think our pet is about to come Sasha…”
“He looks like a subby-girl being fucked with his legs spread like that Nikki.”
Nicolet pressed her hands down firmly keeping Dirk to the mat. Having never been woman-handled like he was it felt like she was tapping into a submissive side he hadn’t realized he had. Dirk couldn’t help staring at her luscious breasts he only wished he could touch them.
The humiliating words came from her mouth once more.
“Do you think the Instagram crowd will like seeing you get spanked later?”
She lowered her breasts close to his mouth.
“Suck on my nipple ….feed off it …suckle it like the baby you are.”
His mouth opened up and began to pull the lengthened nipple inward.
Highly erotic Curt felt his cock start to spasm letting the cream spew out inside the attachment. Nicole slapped him hard across his face as she lifted her butt up sliding it to his chest.
“You do that from now on only when given permission…you just earned yourself a thrashing.”
Squatting down Sasha slid the clear plastic phallus surrogate off. With her sister looking on she lifted it to his mouth letting it’s warm contents drain down past his lips. he felt so helpless so docile digesting his cum.
Tired and beat as soon as he finished drinking his sperm the sleeping agent inside the bottle of water activated in his body. Dirk was overcome with a feeling that whoever he was at the start of the day had been irrevocably altered. The last thing he remembered was Nicolet easily lifting him into her arms off the outdoor mat.
End of part 5 …