The world knew Dakota as the superstar of the blockbuster mainstream-erotica “Milklady” franchise, in which Europa Holstein, fucked by the Greek God Zeus in the form of a bull, gains super powers (and super-sized tits) from his cum, and uses her own lactation-based abilities to fight crime.
Of course, Dakota had no intention of getting the giant whore tits that the part demanded when her character was using her powers; she was content to keep the modest bust of Europa’s civilian identity. She had instead tricked her friend Samanta into signing up to double for the big-titted scenes. Now Samanta had giant cow-udders, which she regularly displayed on camera, and when the script called for Europa to be raped or abused – which was often – it was Samanta who filmed the scenes, which were famously erotic mostly because they were real – the actors actually raped Samanta, and every moment of it was caught on film. And on top of all that, Samanta was also obliged to be a fucktoy for Dakota’s various boyfriends.
She hated it. But the contract was ironclad.
They were currently shooting the fourth film, “The Milklady Goes To War”. In it, Europa was deployed to a foreign battlefield, where she was to charge bare-titted across No Man’s Land before being captured by enemy forces.
“The enemy shoot Europa in the tits multiple times,” the director told Samanta. “Of course, the Milklady’s tits are bulletproof, but she feels the pain. So when we film the scene, we’re going to have you shot in the breasts with paintballs as you do the charge, so your expressions of pain look real.”
She protested – they were going to CGI Dakota’s face onto her body anyway. How did it matter what expressions she was making?
“Samanta,” said the director. “I have a reputation for realism. Just work with me here.”
In the end, they let her masturbate before the scene, providing she did it where the whole cast and crew could watch. Endorphins would take the edge off the pain, they told her. And then they filmed the scene.
The pain of multiple paintballs bursting against her breasts was excruciating. She was genuinely crying by the end – but they told her they needed a second take, so they washed off her tits, put make-up over the bruises, and sent her back for a second round.
When it was done, Dakota congratulated her on the scene, and told her to go immediately to her trailer, because her boyfriend had watched it all, he found it super-hot, and he liked fucking Samanta more when Samanta was crying. Samanta, miserable, obeyed, and remembered to thank Dakota’s boyfriend when he squeezed her bruised hits so hard that she screamed.
The next day was just more pain for Samanta. After capturing Europa, the enemy tortured and raped her. They filmed Samanta’s breasts and pussy getting whipped, and then several of the soldiers fucked her.
Finally, the script called for the enemy to reveal their evil plan – they were going to try and harvest Europa’s power to create an army of milk-fuelled super-soldiers. They connected the Milklady to an industrial milking frame, where her tits were in painful suction 24/7 while mechanical dildos ploughed her pussy and ass. A ring gag in her mouth allowed the soldiers to fuck her face when they felt like it.
After setting Samanta up in this arrangement, Samanta was surprised when they didn’t start filming. She tried to ask what was happening, but could only make incoherent sounds and drool through the ring gag.
The director guessed, though. “For tomorrow’s scene, you’re going to need to look like you’ve been tortured and repeatedly mouthfucked all night long. Realism, Samanta. Here – let’s make a start.” And he took out his cock and stuffed it into Samanta’s mouth.
Being stuck in the humiliating machine overnight gave Samanta time to think, though. She’d read the script, and she was turning over some things in her head. The next day, they shot the scenes of her in the milking apparatus, and then released her.
Once her ring gag was removed, she said, “I’ve been thinking about what happens next.”
“Really, Samanta,” said Dakota, laughing. “You don’t need to think.”
“But listen,” said Samanta. “They use my milk to make an evil clone of the Milklady, right?”
“Right,” said the director.
“And then we fight, and I win, and I rape my clone to get my power back?”
“Yes,” said the director. “We were going to film it twice – once with you raping a girl, and once with you being raped, and then use the magic of cinema to show you raping yourself.”
“BUT”, said Samanta quickly, “it says here that my clone has smaller tits, so that you can tell us apart, and because Europa alone can control the Tits of Zeus.”
“That’s right,” said the director.
“Samanta, you’re being confusing,” said Dakota, not liking where this was going. “Shut up and go fuck my boyfriend.”
“No, wait,” said the director. “She’s right.”
“And you can’t have me play the small-titted clone,” said Samanta, “because even with CGI the physics will be all wrong. My tits are just too big. Which is a problem for realism.”
“Realism,” mused the director, looking now at Dakota.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Dakota, nervously.
“I’m terribly sorry, dear,” said the director. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take the role of the clone yourself.”
“But I can’t play the clone!” she said. “The clone gets raped! First by Europa – and then by all the men at the end, when Europa brings her back in chains!”
“Yes,” said the director. “We’ve hired about a dozen men, and told them to be very violent. The clone is quite the villain, and she needs to get her just deserts.”
“But… but… “ Dakota spluttered.
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The next day, Samanta took great pleasure in slapping Dakota, forcing her to the ground, ripping off her clothes, and smothering Dakota’s protests by straddling her face and grinding her sopping pussy against her rival’s humiliated face. The script didn’t call for her to beat Dakota’s tits, slap her pussy, and pinch her clitoris as she did it, but Samanta improvised, and the director loved it.
Afterwards, they let Samanta masturbate as she watched the line of men rape the weeping Dakota, and they gave her a copy of the raw footage to enjoy whenever she wanted to in future. The whole scene was such a success that the director was very receptive to Samanta’s idea that the clone should return in each of the next two movies, as the Milklady’s sidekick-slash-sex-slave.
“Except I don’t think Dakota’s had much practice as a sex slave,” Samanta said, “so maybe you should give her to me for training, between films.”
“For realism,” smiled the director.
“Exactly,” said Samanta, also smiling. “For realism.”
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