With that the King began to whip my naked chest with the leather flog he held.
The leather tongs were soft, designed for BDSM play but still as they lashed my sensitive breasts they left red marks on my skin. I writhed in unsimulated delight at the debasement. The Weasel had to hold me close as the Princess struggled in orgasmic torment from being whipped.
As the whip struck me and the Weasel held me I felt my body actually react with pleasure. In seconds a real climax ripped away my professional shield and I trembled with honest ecstasy at the erotically charged situation I was in. The orgasm was small but it was real and I gasped and panted as I was flogged.
When the director had enough he called “Cut.” and the room burst out in murmurs and whispers as the observers either rushed to fix something, reset something, adjust something or discuss what they had just seen.
The wardrobe lady rushed over and wrapped me in the fluffy robe even while my hands were tied in the air. It was her respecting my modesty but that had been just been forever shattered by my lewd performance.
I quivered with suppressed lust at what had just happened to me. My body glowed from the whip and my reaction to it. That had been the most erotically charged situation I had ever encountered and it was just the beginning.
I glanced around and saw a lot of shocked faces and staring eyes.
The crew had never seen me behave like a sexual, passionate being. My character the Princess only had very few moments of romance in the show and they had all been innocent and tentative in keeping with her journey. This scene was meant to be a stark contrast and so none of them had ever seen me behave in an overtly sexual way before.
The innocent little girl of previous seasons was no more. The Princess was now a wanton harlot.
“Back to ones!” the first AD called meaning the first position we began the scene in and everything was reset to do the same shot again.
Once more hair and make up brushed me and painted me as I was again revealed to the crew’s staring eyes. I gauged my appeal by the fact that none of them had wandered away.
We performed that same scene again. I allowed my reactions to come organically not seeking to do the exact same thing again. That was already recorded. There had to be some subtle nuance to it that was different.
This time I resisted the pleasure more. My orgasm had gratified enough to not let me be swept up in the touch of the men this time. I was more able to act.
And yet even so once the King began to whip my breasts I once more had a legitimate climax. I was undeniably turned on by being whipped and being observed in a moment of such intimacy. It was an even keener pleasure because these people had never viewed me as sexual being before. It was deliciously taboo and the sordidness provoked my delight.
The third take I found an anguish that the Princess and I both shared. The revelation that I was a perverted person who took delight in having old friends and co-workers witness my debauchery was similar to the Princess’s anguish at being forced to take pleasure from her oldest enemy. Or at least it was enough that I was able to cry and orgasm through most of the scene. I actually had several climaxes as tears rolled down my cheeks.
It was a wonderful accomplishment.
Acting is really, really weird.
The next time we went through the scene the director wanted us to go further. This time the King was actually going to touch my breasts which we had agreed on before shooting. Then the Weasel was going to grope my breasts before I was again flogged while being groped.
I had known both these men for eight years. Neither of them had ever so much as glanced at me in a way that I felt was sexual and yet today I could see in their eyes how much they were enjoying touching me. They may have just been in characters but both of them seemed to love it as much as I did.
When action was called the scene began and the energy was darker, more sinister; the lines had more evil in them and my pleasure was more tormented. I truly loved it when, at last, the King began to grope my breasts and I shuddered a legitimate quiver of delight.
When the Weasel fondled me I pressed my ass back against him and felt an erection. He quickly pulled away but I was sure that’s what it was. The idea that I was giving anyone in this room an erection thrilled me and when once again the whip struck my breasts I climaxed repeatedly until the director called cut.
When we did it yet again everyone went just a little bit further.
The King was meaner, his groping more possessive and cruel. I was able to find more fear even as my body delighted in the more aggressive treatment. The Princess suffered even more from her magically enhanced sexual desire.
The Weasel groped me more lasciviously and spontaneously licked my neck which was a great improvisation. I pressed back against him and found his hard-on. At that moment he was cupping both my breasts and massaging them so it took him a second to notice my buttocks massage his cock but he pulled back when he did. When the whipping began I pretended to climax but this time I was too focused on wanting to feel the Weasel’s cock than what was happening to my tender titties.
One again the director yelled “Cut!”
Sensing that our sexual tension was growing the director told us to let loose and do whatever we felt comfortable with. I nodded, dazed and horny, willing to do anything anyone said if it meant more of this.
It was the same scene, with basically the same lines but it was quite different. That time it was closer to the book.
“Action!” the director called and it began again.
I slumped and dangled from my ropes once more my body stretched taut and I wriggled slightly making sure every muscle flexed to show off all my hard work in the gym. Once more I acted dreamy and lost but now I allowed uninhibited lust to ooze out of me. I licked my lips and ogled the men surrounding me. The Wizard’s spell making me a rutting animal in heat.
“What have you done to her?” the King asked somewhat taken aback by my change in demeanour.
“Made her more amenable to your attention m’lord. The Princess knows where she is and what is happening to her but the slightest touch…”For the first time the man playing the Wizard reached out and brushed his fingers down my breasts. The tip of one finger flicking off my nipple as I whimpered with sordid need. “…will inflame her basest desires, highness. A slap will delight her.” He illustrated by slapping my breast sharply and I moaned with delight. “Your whip will give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. This is my gift to you to… in some measure… make up for the continued failure of my minions to capture her.”
The Wizard allowed more irritation than before appear in his voice and he reached up and pinched my nipple wickedly and I gasped in pain which immediately bloomed into raging lust as I struggled in my bonds.
I loved his improvised additions. One more person touching me, using my body without my permission excited me profoundly.