BDSM Library - Story: The Breast Test, Chapter: Chapter 2

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The Breast Test Chapter 2
(c) Aiken, 2005, all rights reserved

Elaine sat, breathlessly waiting to complete Miss Pearle's hiring process. Pearle had left the room briefly, time enough for Elaine to sign her model's release and take another gulp of anticipation. It was hard to believe she would soon begin a new career as an actress, much less with a company specializing in such unusual projects.

And try as she might Elaine couldn't suppress her feelings of sexual arousal. She had no clue why a job depicting harsh spankings and fetish garments would excite her so much. And yet those bizarre actions seemed to have little to do with it. She was in fact frightened of them. Something deeper was pulling her in though, the underlying principle perhaps that such things as breast whippings or vice-like corsets would be required on anyone's screen test, or on any client's work order for that matter.

"Maybe I'm more bored than I supposed," she thought, brushing away her doubts, "But oh! The money they're going to pay me!"

Smiling, Pearle re-entered the office with several papers in her hand and seated herself elegantly at her desk.

Elaine handed Pearle the clipboard with her freshly signed model agreement on top of it.

"Thank you," Pearle said, looking at the contract. Then she passed the clipboard back to Elaine, "I'm adding two items to this stack for you to read. Your signature goes at the bottom of each page."

The top sheet was labeled "Test Contract." Elaine looked it over, reading that she was to begin 60-days of part-time work at Bearden Films. The contract stated Travis would supply a minimum of 7 hours of screen minutes per week, determined by her schedule and paid at the rate Miss Pearle promised. It was understood her work would involve physical and emotional stress, and that extra prep time might be required. Due efforts would be made to assure Travis' safety. She could end her employment any time by dissolving the agreement, with the only stipulation that her bonus monies be repaid to Bearden Films.

"Bonus money?" Elaine asked.

"Yes. Bonuses are paid to each applicant when she signs her test contract. We base it on the complexity of her schedule and the difficulty of film assignments currently in our job hopper. Your check is a little higher than average, $17,800."

Pearle held up the narrow slip of paper with Elaine's name already printed on it.

Elaine nodded, hoping her expression would not betray her surprise. She hadn't even gone to work yet and they had already cut her a check for 17 thousand! She read over the rest of the contract quickly, noting that it renewed itself automatically for 12-months unless she declined it in writing. It stated that any renewal would likely include a new bonus, higher per-minute wage, more film-minutes per month and immediate eligibility to Bearden's group insurance.

Everything looked fine. Elaine signed and dated the form and went to the next sheet. It was a schedule like the one she filled out earlier, but with several refinements. This one had all of her activities printed in neat black letters instead of symbols. Somebody had gone to the trouble of transcribing everything she submitted an hour earlier. Her two weeks were shown, each represented as seven blue columns starting with Friday and ending with Thursday. Stapled to each week's grid was another grid labeled "enhanced schedule." They were almost identical but included a dozen or so red ovals and rectangles in place of certain times. Each day except for Wednesday had red symbols on it in week one. Each day on week two except for Monday contained the symbols as well.

"That's your first two-weeks," Pearle explained. "Your week begins with Friday, since that's the day you're starting with us. You get paid every second Thursday as your new schedules are signed. Our computer places all your film times into the optimum spots based on the factors I mentioned to you earlier."

"So, are these little red things when you'll be filming me?"

"Yes," said Pearle, "Red rectangles are 45-minute takes. The rounded ones are 30-minutes. It won't take you long to get used to it. Everything fits together. For instance, on your form you said you planned to take a late lunch after finishing up today. Then you're going to an art festival for the balance of the evening, where you'll meet a friend. You estimated a return home at around midnight tonight. Does all that sound correct?"

"I guess so," Elaine said, unsure why it would matter to Pearle. Suddenly the idea of calling a friend to join her had become an obligation instead of a whim. It was OK of course, but still...

"There is no room for guesswork now," said Pearle, "Precious little room anyway. Notice there is a 45-minute shoot set for 6:15 tonight, while you are actually at the festival. See? All your whereabouts and times have become highly relevant."

"But how will it take place at the art festival?" Elaine asked, "Won't I need to come back here for filming?"

"No, not necessarily. Remember the woman you saw shopping in our film samples? What you didn't know is that we filmed her during a regular mall visit the actress already planned to go on. Shooting you at a festival will be no trouble either, once we get our scene instructions from the project directors. We also have a thirty-minute shoot to do of you just before you leave here today. Rather a mundane thing - we film new hires during orientation with our costume chief. Easy minutes we call them. She briefs you and sends you on your way. Well, after you get around to signed your work schedule that is."

"Oh! Okay," Elaine felt a sudden flush hearing Pearle's pointed remark. She reviewed her schedule once more. Nothing looked troubling except that so many pieces were nibbled out of her workdays and some pretty early mornings too. She assumed Bearden would film her primarily on her free days, for simplicity's sake.

"Must have their reasons," Elaine thought, "Anyway it's only seven hours." She signed the bottom of the schedule, noticing that Trina Pearle's signature was already there, just above hers.

"Well then," Pearle said cheerfully, standing up and taking the clipboard and its contents from Elaine's lap, "Welcome aboard. I'm betting you have a safe place to keep this?"

"Oh! Thank you very much, Miss Pearle."

Elaine stood and took the bonus check from her new boss. She trembled a moment trying to locate the pocketbook of her purse; she suddenly felt jumpy and awkward.

"Call me Trina, remember? Now take a deep breath and relax, I know what you're feeling, and there's simply nothing to worry about."

"I guess I'm a little excited about starting so fast. Maybe I'm a little afraid too."

"Fear did not make the decision you just made. Ambition did. Focus on the tasks we give you and you'll be perfect." Pearl took Elaine's arm gently, turning her to the doorway. "Now let's get you to wardrobe. It's where everything fits, and the fit is everything!"

***

Past two turns of the hallway and a half dozen closed doors Pearle ushered Elaine through a doorway marked "Scene Prep A." Elaine blinked at the depths of a big room fitted with long tables, sewing machines, clothing racks and boxes of equipment. A small platoon of dressmaker forms was arrayed at the far end of the room beneath the combined illumination of large windows topped by even larger skylights. The windows, together with the room's abundant fluorescent lights, made this an intensely lit, utterly shadowless place. Three women stood nearby. Two of them were very familiar, smiling at Elaine. They were Jennifer and Eva.

"Hey, sweetie!" Jennifer waved.

The third woman, a dark-haired lady in her mid-thirties, wasn't quite smiling. Her eyes studied Elaine in a pleasant way as Pearle and Elaine approached.

"Cora," Pearle called out, "Elaine Travis, she's the new actress I told you about. Elaine, this is Corine Bailey, Bearden's Chief of Wardrobe."

"No experience you say!" Corine said to Pearle, neglecting to take Elaine's hand of greeting. Instead she turned the girl slightly by one shoulder to study her in profile. Her hand rapidly brushed the small of Elaine's back, checking for a waistline beneath the trim jacket. Corine's other hand lifted Elaine's chin briefly, then rubbed a small lock of her hair with thumb and forefinger, judging its texture. "Very good shape here, and poise too. And a steemer besides? Remarkable! I'm sure she'll do nicely." By this time Corine was directly behind Elaine, scrutinizing hip and shoulder angles.

Elaine stood like an astonished statue as the woman took inventory, carefully noting this and freely touching that.

"Forgive Cora's manners, Elaine," Pearle said dryly, "She's obsessed, loves getting new bodies to hang her creations on. This is Christmas for her. She'll say hello in a minute or two."

"Humm? Oh yes, sorry!" Corine said, having now walked all the way around Elaine, "Hello dear. I'm pleased to know you. You have a lovely figure for this work. We must measure you right away."

Elaine smiled, shook the eccentric woman's hand and glanced at Pearle with a sense of relief.

"I leave her to your devices, ladies." Pearle said grandly as she walked to the door, "Remember, she must be measured, briefed and on her way in one hour to be on time for her luncheon."

"Yes, yes," Corine grumbled, producing a key ring and walking to a row of cabinets, "We know the drill. Go back and bring me two more darlings exactly like Elaine here."

Jennifer smiled in the wardrobe chief's direction before turning back to Elaine, "I think you deserve a hug for all that."

With a clatter of southwestern jewelry the petite woman gave Elaine her promised hug. Eva leaned in too, greeted her with a perfumed cheek. Elaine never expected such reassuring kindness.

"Welcome to Cora's little shop of horrors," said Eva grinning, "Now get undressed. I've got hangers to put your clothes on till she finishes the measurements. Hope you're not shy about being completely naked."

"Don't have any problem with it," Elaine said, slipping off her shoes and unbuttoning her jacket and blouse, "You two have made me feel at home already."

A couple of men walked into the room. Each of them wore odd-looking leather backpacks, which turned out to be custom-made vests with equipment pouches covering their backs. Elaine had just shrugged off her brassiere and handed it to Eva. As she reached for the waistband of her hose and panties Elaine noticed the two men and froze in her tracks.

"Pay no attention to them," Jennifer said, "One of the camera crews. They're harmless."

"Completely harmless unfortunately," Eva echoed with a frown, "Finish stripping dear. Consider the men invisible at all times unless you hear a funny chirp; it sounds like a cricket on steroids. When you hear that noise, look directly at the nearest camera until you hear the chirp again. Then go on about your business. It's easy. The rest of the time, keep being you - acting completely natural."

"Ah... okay," Elaine ventured uneasily as she pulled off her pantyhose, followed by her panties, leaving her naked and nervous. Handing them over, Elaine noted the pad was moist. When aroused her pussy always seemed to lubricate excessively.

"Don't worry," Jennifer said softly, pulling a ponytail band around Elaine's hair, "We'll get you a new one when Cora is done."

Elaine felt the urge to talk to the girls; anything to take her mind off the humiliation of standing around nude in front of these people, and whoever else it might be to watch the films they were making.

Somewhere in her head that idea was turning her on, but for the moment all she felt in her bare skin was foolishness, the estrangement of a naked woman among clothed strangers.

"Um, how many girls work here, actresses I mean?" Elaine asked.

"Bearden usually keeps 25 actresses in the ready pool." Jennifer replied, "Right now there are 29 counting you. The scuttlebutt is we have a new client signing with us and we need a dozen new girls to start filming in a few weeks, or some of us will have to work 15-hour schedules. Anyway, that's just a rumor."

"Well, we do know they're hiring a new girl every day or two," added Eva.

"What about these camera crews? Are there lots of those?"

"Eight or nine I think." said Eva, "Hard to tell because they sub some of them out and they pair up different guys. On locations they sometimes use three cameramen, and sometimes only one. They train the girls to film themselves too. You'll find out about that."

"Are you two actors anymore, or do you work here in wardrobe?"

"Right now we're preceptors," Jennifer replied, "It means we kind of do it all. Wherever they need us. We started as actresses two years ago. I came in a few months before Evie did. Funny thing, we knew each other in high school. Grew up in Ann Arbor Michigan."

"Yeah. We couldn't stand each other even then," Eva chimed in, "Jen is a brat."

Jennifer squinted her eyes at her friend like she meant it, "No, Evie's the brat."

Cora returned, pushing a metal cart with computer equipment and a box full of silvery metallic ribbons. She found one ribbon that was wider and darker than the others and wrapped it around Elaine's waist. The rest of the ribbons were about one inch wide, the size of measuring tapes, except there were no numbers on them. Elaine soon realized many of the ribbons were interconnected in a kind of elaborate net.

"Digital sizing tape," Cora said matter-of-factly, "It feeds a three-dimensional model directly into our CAD system. It gets precise measurements all over. Stand up straight now, legs slightly apart, arms angled away from your hips. This won't take too long."

The two men now held cameras to their faces, training them on the image of the naked slightly flustered woman before them. They wore unusual-looking headsets and moved around smoothly as cats.

The ends of the measuring ribbons didn't employ buckles or snaps. Instead the material simply stuck to itself. Ribbons weren't sticky to Elaine's skin but to other ribbons they behaved like glue, could be lifted and repositioned for as loose or tight a fit as needed. As soon as the wide tape was snug around Elaine's waist another tape was wrapped a few inches lower, then another one a bit higher.

Jennifer and Eva joined forces with Corine now. Three sets of hands worked swiftly to coil the complex web around Elaine's body. Soon her torso and hips were surrounded with seven shining horizontal ribbons. Two more bands ran under those, encircling Elaine vertically over her shoulders, down to her crotch. Those two formed an upright V as they ran outside the swell of Elaine's breasts toward her shoulders, before rejoining at Elaine's behind, disappearing thong-like into the crevasse of her bottom.

Two rows of ribbons ensnared Elaine's graceful neck, two more looped her head, one above and one below her ears. Yet more ribbons crosshatched her shoulders, breasts, ran the length of her limbs and encircled her at nearly every joint.

The process was tedious and irritating for Elaine. It was like being tied up in a way, only much more difficult because she didn't dare move or risk upsetting the accuracy of the measurements. Corine was absorbed in taking all the available slack out of the ribbons.

"Does this one feel tight?" she asked Elaine, "Is it too tight, or just... tight?" Both choices being offered felt bad, and whichever one wasn't worse became moot as soon as Corine repeated the process, plucking more ribbons and crushing more body parts, and asking essentially if Elaine preferred bowstring tension or tourniquet.

Elaine answered Corine with words at first. After several minutes of steadily increasing pressure she resorted to noises instead, first with "uh-huhs" and eventually just "uunhh!"

"That's it!" Corine said, swatting Elaine on her tightly latticed buttocks, "Just the sound I was looking for. Ladies, do you see any more loose ends?"

"No, Miss Bailey," Eva replied, "Looks pretty smooth. I think we'll have a good fit."

"OK then," Corine announced, "I'll send her package to the mainframe." The woman plugged a small harness of wires into a socket at the back of Elaine's waist band, making sure the cables ran to the correct sockets on her computer. She typed some commands into a keyboard and watched the monitor carefully.

Elaine's body shivered with the demands of standing still, her body sectioned and compressed in ways she couldn't comprehend. As the computer came to life she felt a mild jolt of electricity in her back. Not a severe charge, but radiating to all the other bands on her body it carried a mild stinging sensation, like hundreds of anemic ants nibbling away at her.

A digitally rendered female form appeared on Corine's computer screen, modeled in exact relationship to Elaine's tightly trussed body, glowing green and pirouetting slowly in virtual space.

"Looks pretty good, Miss B!" Jennifer said, "Do you need her filled coordinates too?"

"Yes," said Corine, tapping a tooth with her enameled fingernail, "Better now than repeat the process later. Grab a pair of inserts, Jenn. I'll get the next batch of readings."

The director pressed another F-key and watched columns of fresh numbers flow down her screen. Temperatures, linear and volume measurements, PH and moisture levels, PSI readings, all lined up next to each tortured axis of Elaine's wireframe image.

"Almost done?" Elaine asked through clenched teeth. She'd broken into a sweat and desperately wanted to be released.

"Not quite, dear," Eva said, "There's one more procedure."

Jennifer opened a compartment on the back of Cora's cart, withdrawing two plastic bags that seemed to contain a pound or more of pink putty. She tore open one bag and pulled out the contents, weighing them lovingly in her hand.

"I never get used to the feel of this stuff!" she said excitedly, "It's so much like skin. And I like the way it smells, kinda medicinal."

"That's just cause you're anal," smiled Eva, taking a couple of dark ribbons from Corine's box, dark wide ribbons like Elaine's waistband.

"Of course I'm anal," Jennifer laughed, "But this stuff is neat. These are for measuring your private places, Elaine. One is for your monkey, and the other one goes over your mouth. It's like those latex molds actors use for special effects masks. I will make some room in your straps to plant the lower one. Keep still a little longer. This will feel weird but it's completely harmless."

Jennifer released the two bands that ran through Elaine's crotch and pressed the pink blob right up against her privates. It was cool but warmed up quickly as Jennifer packed it into the recesses of Elaine's pussy and ass. Eva placed the darker tape vertically along the putty as Jennifer pulled the bands back into position, covering everything up.

Elaine groaned as her crotch tapes were tugged even tighter than before. Corine plugged a separate set of wires into the new tape now running from Elaine's naval to the small of her back. Elaine yelped. This voltage was more intense by far than her body-web. It seemed to go right inside her. These ants didn't feel weak or anemic either; they were chewing Elaine's asshole and twat with a vengeance.

"Now for the face, dear," Eva said, opening the second package and handing the putty to Jennifer. "This part shouldn't last more than a minute or two."

"Hang in there," Jennifer said holding up the second blob, "Open your mouth really wide for me and keep breathing through your nose."

Elaine threw open her mouth, determined to be brave. Her mouth filled up quickly as Jennifer mashed the strange-smelling goop into her lower face. Instantly the darker tape was wound around her mouth, packing the stuff in even further, until Elaine could feel it pressing up to her cheeks, her palate and the back of her throat.

Closing her eyes for a minute Elaine wished she could simply faint and wake up somewhere peaceful and ordinary. Then she felt it, the electricity surging into her mouth, and she screamed into the muffling mass. The same stinging sensation tormenting her crotch was attacking her lips and tongue with a greater ferocity than ever.

"Feels sort of like a battery doesn't it?" Jennifer said benignly, "Don't worry. It stings a little but it won't hurt you, promise. Just keep breathing."

A little? Elaine couldn't believe how much combined pain she was feeling, or how normal everyone was considering her plight! How could something like this be business as usual for these girls?

Her legs were quaking so violently Elaine needed help to remain on her feet. One girl took hold of each arm, bracing them firmly. She felt someone's hand patting her gently on her shoulder. Elaine struggled mightily to stand still but it was more dancing than it was standing.

"A bit longer is all... try to be calm." she heard someone say, just as her orgasm seized her. Her hips lifted into the air; her toes curled; her body twisted and churned like a manic marionette.

"Oh!! Ow, Ohh.... oohhhhh..." Elaine wailed into the pink stuff.

"Nice readings!" Corine exclaimed as she typed on her terminal, "I'm printing and saving them now."

"That's beautiful," whispered Jennifer into the woman's barely-conscious ears, "Your measurements are taken from head to toe! You can finally relax."

Elaine was nowhere close to relaxing. She was transported somewhere else, her nerves caught up in a seemingly endless feminine spasm. Whatever wasn't tingling or burning was aching, suffocating, crying out. In her mind's eye she saw herself, a bound up doll-like thing hanging in the green recesses of Corine's computer screen, writhing in pain and ecstasy as lights exploded all around her. She gradually realized those were strobe lights; high-speed burst cameras were greedily capturing her unexpected moment of eroticism.

Corine shut her computer down and unhooked the cables while Elaine's body still strained. Even with the freakish electricity turned off Elaine's back arched and her loins contracted like they had minds of their own. When her climax finally subsided, Elaine found herself grateful that most of her shouts had been muffled.

The girls peeled away all of the ribbons, freeing Elaine quickly.

Eva gently pulled the insert gels away from Elaine's mouth and pussy. "You had a pretty good time there at the end, didn't you?" she asked Elaine with a sly sweetness.

Elaine's face was reddened with exertion and embarrassment. She had no words to answer Eva; she just kept breathing hard. Elaine heard a couple of chirruping sounds, then Jennifer spoke into her ear, "Remember what we told you about the cameras, sweetheart? Now is when you look directly at them."

Elaine turned to the man on her right, the one leaning in a little closer. The dark lens of his movie camera stared vacantly at her. She tried her best to return the gesture. A moment later she heard the chirping noise once more and the cameraman moved away. She turned her eyes back to her two friends, who were taking fresh towels to pat away her perspiration and the moisture now running freely between her legs.

"You did it just right, dear!" Eva said proudly, "You are a pro now."

Elaine couldn't fathom it. Those two men had just filmed her climaxing. And these women had driven her to it with their infernal electrical bits and bridles. It was undoubtedly the most intense cum she'd felt in her lifetime, and also the most humiliating. Yet to the other five people in this room nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"God only knows why I loved it so much," Elaine confessed silently, "But I did." She was grateful to be feeling the inexplicable afterglow of sex, the gentle strokes of the girls' towels, their fingers rubbing away the cruel ribbon-marks left on Elaine's body. It seemed to balance out her shame and confusion.

"OK girls, no time to lose," Corine barked, "Get her location makeup on, while I order up her breast moorings."

Corine seemed annoyed somehow, as if the easiest part of her day was over. She wheeled the equipment cart back to its niche along the far wall and hurried out of the room with the sheet of specifications she'd printed out.

Jennifer opened a small valise of cosmetics and pulled out a hand mirror for Elaine to hold. "Time for your Bearden makeup lesson, dear. You're going to love the new you."