Chapter 7 - A Star Is Born
Pretty face buried in Beulah's bush, Lips was on her knees, licking and sucking
hard, red-faced with exertion and shame. Beulah sighed happily and lifted Lips
head. Lips panted hard, grateful for the opportunity to breath, her face
dripping with Beulah's cuntjuice.
"That was good, Lips. Don't bother wiping off the cuntjuice. It's good for your
complexion and makes you smell like a dirty little slut."
The black whore trainer grinned wickedly.
"That was so good that I'm going to make you a star, Lips."
Lips was trotted over to costumes to be fitted with a schoolgirl outfit. Beulah
selected a nun costume for herself.
She trotted Lips over to the studio. Before she opened the door, she stopped,
cupped Lips' pretty blond face in her hands and stared into Lips' cornflower
blue eyes.
"I expect a really professional performance here, honey. I want you to dig deep
and take it all in stride, like you do it all the time. Understand?"
Lips, deeply fearful, her heart hammering against her ribs like a gorilla
pounding the bars of his cage, nodded submissively. Beulah opened the door.
The crew was waiting: three cameramen, a sound man, a lighting man, and a
director. The director, a bull dyke named Jo, looked coldly at Lips.
"OK, listen up, bitch. The name of the movie is Slit Licking. The idea is that
you are a schoolgirl in a convent school who's done something naughty - you
refuse to wear underwear. I see that you're not wearing a bra. If you're wearing
panties, lose them right now."
Red-faced, feeling stupid, Lips peeled off her panties while everyone watched.
Jo put the panties in her pocket.
"Still listening, bitch?"
Lips nodded.
"You've been sent to the sister here for discipline."
She gestured at Beulah who, somehow, managed to look wonderfully innocent and
pious in her nun's costume.
"Deny that you're not wearing any underwear. After that, just do what Beulah
says and remember to call her 'sister'. Look humble and contrite. Be totally
submissive, a naughty girl who knows she's been caught out and deserves to be
punished. Got it?"
Lips nodded and replied in a hoarse voice.
"Yes."
Jo had a bit of helpful advice.
"When the punishment begins, it's OK to scream."
Lips felt like her heart had been stomped.
"Just remember the guarantee, bitch: if you refuse to do something painful and
degrading, you'll be punished and then forced to do something even more painful
and degrading. Understand?"
The pretty blond swallowed hard.
"I understand."
Jo began shouting instructions through a megaphone.
"OK, everybody get in position! The bitch sits primly in front of the desk and
Beulah stands behind it."
Beulah stood. Lips sat. The bright lights snapped on. The cameras started
rolling. The sound guy gave the thumbs up. Jo nodded at Beulah.
"Do it."
Beulah looked sternly at Lips and began speaking her immortal lines.
"You've been a very naughty girl, Brandi."
Lips nodded nervously and tried to look penitent.
"Yes, Sister."
Beulah curled her lip.
"The other girls say that you refuse to wear any underwear, Brandi. You think
that it's a big joke that the rest of us will never get."
In case Lips had stupidly forgotten her instructions, Jo helpfully flashed a
sign that said DENY IT! to help the dumb cunt along. A beauty queen used to
sweating it out in front of an audience, Lips delivered the goods.
"I wear underwear, Sister. It would be indecent and disrespectful not to!"
Off-camera, Jo nodded approval. Beulah stood, stepped around the desk, faced
the pretty blond and spoke portentously.
"We'll just have to see, Brandi."
Beulah helped Brandi out of her schoolgirl blazer. Playing for the cameras, she
untucked the white blouse. Slowly, sensuously, she undid the buttons. She
stepped behind schoolgirl Brandi and opened the blouse wide. The pretty blond's
big bare boobs bounced for the cameras, big nipples delightfully erect. Beulah
shook her head.
"No bra. Let's see about the rest!"
Beulah unhooked and unzipped the pleated skirt, jerking it down to reveal that
Lips was a natural blond with a rich silky pubic thatch.
"No panties, either!"
The pretty blond stood in her kneesocks and penny loafers while the three
cameras panned over every crack and crevice, every quivering hill and delectable
valley of her truly glorious bare bod. Sister Beulah's voice cracked out like a
whip.
"You're scum, Brandi! Sewer filth! A disgusting pervert in the eyes of the
Lord! You must be punished to teach you the error of your ways! Prepare to feel
the wrath of God!"
Clad only in kneesocks and penny loafers, surrounded by grinning men with
cameras recording every aspect of her nakedness, the pretty blond licked her
lips nervously. She tried, within the hopeless confines of her role, to avert
the shitstorm that it was OK to scream through.
"Yes, Sister. I'm very, very sorry, Sister. Do you think God could ever forgive
me my evil ways if I was truly penitent, Sister?"
Sister Beulah's eyes glittered.
"Life is hard, Brandi. You must work very, very hard for forgiveness."
She gestured at a heavy wooden captain's chair.
"Stand behind the chair, Brandi. Bend over the back of the chair and grab the
front legs."
Brandi did it and was none too reassured when Beulah taped her wrists to the
front legs with duct tape.
"Spread your legs, Brandi. You must have no shame in front of the Lord!"
She must have no shame in front of the cameras either. The pretty blond spread
her legs and the cameras zoomed in for beaver shots. While her slit was being
photographed thoroughly from every angle, her dainty ankles were taped to the
back legs of the captain's chair to keep them spread. Lips begged.
"Please, Sister. Be merciful."
Sister Beulah was firm as she picked up the leather razor strap.
"You're a dirty little tramp, Brandi. There is no mercy."
The pretty blond's cornflower blue eyes opened wide as the strap whistled up
between her legs and kissed her clit hard. She opened her mouth and screamed
piercingly. The sound man used a shotgun mike to capture the crisp smack of the
razor strap on achingly sensitive female flesh. At the same time, he was busy
catching every sob, whimper, shreik and gasp.
One cameraman focussed on her pretty face as she opened her mouth wide and
screamed like a fire siren. One panned freely over her body, catching a
quivering tit or a clenched fist or a dimpling bare buttock. The third
faithfully recorded each stroke of the strap as it licked hard between her legs.
Beulah, an athletic girl, shellacked her love lips thoroughly.
The razor strap slashed upwards pitilessly. The pretty blond's cuntlips were
red and swollen and she was bawling like a baby, the snot running from her nose,
when Beulah decided that she was done.
"There! That should make you an honest woman for a while!"
Jo waited a beat and then raised the megaphone to her lips.
"Cut! Take five and then we'll do the alternate ending."
Lips raised her tear-stained face. Her voice quivered hoarsely.
"The alternate ending?"
Jo nodded.
"Yeah. Where you do your tits!"
Beulah looked at her razor strap and the pretty blond's big boobs. She grinned
wickedly as the pretty blond bawled even louder.
