The Domination Game

Who Will Win The Domination Game?

The pristine waters of the South Pacific lap against the shores of a remote private island, home to an extravagant billionaire's former retreat. DINO TERRANOVA, a wealthy Hollywood producer, has acquired this secluded paradise with a dark purpose in mind. Bored by the mundane reality shows saturating the airwaves, he craves something more extreme, more depraved, to sate his twisted desires.

Terranova conceives of a bold new reality show, Labyrinth: the Domination Game, to be filmed on the island, that will cater to the deepest, most perverse cravings of the world's jaded and wealthy elite. He pre-sells the scandalous concept to a syndicate of investors, whetting their appetites with the promise of unprecedented debauchery. The top two bidders, eager to immerse themselves in the depravity, secure the privilege of active participation.

Under the guise of discovering fresh acting talent, Terranova issues a casting call for attractive, unknown actresses willing to do anything to get ahead. The unsuspecting women who answer the call are flown to the island under false pretenses, told only that they will compete in a reality show for three months or more, with a guaranteed payment of $50,000 for their time, but with the chance to win millions and guaranteed lead roles in Terranova's upcoming films.

As the competitions commence, the women are forced to perform increasingly depraved acts, pitted against one another in a battle to garner viewer votes and secure Terranova's attention. The friends-turned-rivals DONNA FIERO, MADISON WEST, and RITA MARTINEZ soon find their ambitions corrupted, forced into a vortex of bondage, torment, and helpless sex at the hands of the show's production crew and special guest stars.

With no way out, the women soon learn that they’ll do anything to win...The Domination Game.

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The Domination Game

Olivia Bond

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CHAPTER ONE

Donna Fiero sank into the buttery soft white leather couch, her heart pounding as she faced the video camera on its tripod. The production office was sleek and modern, with framed movie posters of Dino Terranova's blockbuster films covering three walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows made up the fourth wall, offering a stunning panoramic view of the studio lot and the city of Burbank sprawling out twenty stories below.

Donna took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. This was it—her big chance. After countless failed auditions and fruitless casting calls, she was determined to seize this opportunity. Her new surgically-enhanced breasts strained against her tight red blouse as she shifted, still tender a year after the expensive boob job. The sacrifices she'd made: sleeping with those two agents who still never signed her, the boob job, blowing that guy who said he was a film producer, the tiny apartment in a rough part of Chinatown, the hours spent in open casting calls that went nowhere...it would all be worth it if she could just land this role. This was the gold ring.

"Donna, welcome!" chirped a female voice. "I'm Tina Delacroix, the casting director."

A slim woman in her mid-30s, with piercing blue eyes, stepped out from behind the camera, her black Louboutins clicking on the polished concrete floor. She wore a tailored charcoal suit and several chunky silver rings adorned her fingers as she clutched a clipboard. Her smile was warm, but something in her gaze made Donna shiver.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Tina," Donna replied, plastering on her most dazzling smile that she had practice for hours in front of a mirror. "I'm thrilled to be here. I’m a big fan of Dino Terranova’s films. Producer, director, writer—he’s done just about everything."

Tina nodded, her eyes sweeping over Donna appreciatively. "We're very excited about this project.”

Tina glanced at her clipboard, which held Donna’s headshot and resume. It showed drama school training in Pittsburgh and community theater credits, but no other experience. She had tried out for the Groundlings comedy theater in LA, but was told she wasn’t funny enough. “Not a lot of experience, I see, but that could be okay for our show. And you look good."

Her reassuring tone washed over Donna, soothing her frayed nerves. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe Tina would be the one to finally see her potential and give her a real shot.

Behind Tina, a pudgy middle-aged man in an expensive but ill-fitting suit sat hunched over a laptop, typing furiously. He glanced up briefly, his gaze flicking between the two women before returning to his screen. A thick stack of papers sat on the desk beside him.

"Oh, don't mind Bob," Tina said breezily, following Donna's gaze. "He's just here for legal stuff. Contracts and whatnot. Entertainment attorneys are notoriously bored by the talent—they’d rather look at contracts. Just ignore him."

Bob gave no indication that he'd heard Tina, his fingers never ceasing their frenzied race across the keyboard. His detached demeanor made Donna uneasy, but where she came from, lawyers meant bad news, so she knew she shouldn’t judge him for that.

"Now, I know this might seem a little unorthodox," Tina began, her voice smooth as silk. "But we need to make sure our candidates are comfortable with nudity. Our production is going to shoot in a hot and humid place, so most of the cast are going to be wearing very little clothing, or nothing at all, in some cases."

Donna's stomach churned as Tina's words sank in. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“You’re okay with that, right?” Tina studied her. “If not, we don’t need to waste any more of your time.”

"Um, well, as long as it's tasteful," she stammered, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "I mean, artistic nudity is one thing, but I draw the line at...well, you know.…"

Tina laughed. "Of course, sweetheart! We wouldn't dream of asking you to do anything that made you uncomfortable. But we do need to make sure you're comfortable performing nude, for the sake of the role, of course."

Nudity wasn't what she had signed up for. But the thought of losing this opportunity, so close to her dreams, was unbearable. Swallowing her pride, she glanced at Bob, whose eyes were now boring into her like he was watching for a mistake. Tina was right. If Donna wanted this part, she'd have to do whatever it took. She slowly stood up, wobbling on her stiletto heels. Shaking, Donna then undid the buttons of her red blouse, her every move recorded on video for Dino Terranova.

As her shirt dropped to the floor, she met Tina's cold, assessing gaze. "Very good," Tina said. "Now the rest."

Donna hesitated only a moment before unhooking her bra, letting it join her blouse on the floor. Her breasts, now free, quivered with shame and arousal, her nipples hardening in response to the cool air…and maybe the idea of being watched.

"Excellent," Tina cooed. "And the pants."

Donna's hands trembled as she unzipped her black slacks. Inch by agonizing inch, she slid them down her thighs, revealing her black lace panties. She put one hand on the arm of the couch to steady herself as she slipped her pants over her shoes and dropped them on the floor.

"Panties," Tina said, her tone devoid of any emotion. If anything, she was starting to sound impatient.

Donna hesitated and realized she was breathing faster. This wasn't what she'd signed up for, but at the same time, she knew that sometimes you had to do whatever it took to make it in this town. With a sigh, she hooked her thumbs into her underwear and slid them down her thighs, baring all to Bob, Tina, and the camera.

She felt exposed and vulnerable, yet there was something thrilling about it. Trying to lighten the mood, she managed a half-smile. "This isn't a porn film, right?"

Tina’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "No, dear. Nothing like that."

Feeling slightly more at ease, Donna sat down on the plush white leather couch, her smooth, tanned skin contrasting against its cool surface. Her thoughts raced with anticipation as Tina began explaining the concept of the Labyrinth reality show.

"It's like Big Brother and Survivor combined, but with nudity," Tina said, adjusting the camera angle so that every inch of Donna's exposed body was on display. "The winner will get a leading role in one of Dino's upcoming films, along with a large cash prize."

Visions of fame and fortune danced in Donna's mind, her excitement growing at the potential rewards. This could be her big break, the opportunity to leave her past behind and become a star.

"All right," Tina instructed, "we need you to show us how comfortable you are with the show's demands. Lay back on the couch and begin masturbating."

Donna's cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she perched on the leather couch, acutely aware of her nakedness. In truth, she loved showing off and the idea of having sex in front of an audience thrilled her. This was her chance, her one shot at stardom, and she couldn't let a little nudity, or sex, stand in her way. She glanced at Bob, who was now staring intently at her, his eyes lingering on her body in a way that made her feel like a piece of meat. He certainly seemed to be interested in more than contracts, despite what Tina had said.

“Come on,” Tina encouraged. “Show Dino how passionate you can be.”

Donna's heart pounded as she pushed aside her doubts and embraced the role she'd been given. She imagined herself under the intense gaze of Dino Terranova, the powerful producer-director who held the key to her dreams. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she forced herself to touch her sensitive nipples, circling them gently at first before squeezing harder. She let out a soft moan as she arched her back, feeling the leather couch scratch against her bare skin. The air was thick with desire, and she could feel Bob's gaze on her like a physical weight.

"Perfect," Tina whispered encouragingly. "Keep going, Donna. Give Dino everything you've got."

The room seemed to fade away as Donna lost herself in the moment, the delicate touch of her own fingertips sending shivers down her spine. She reveled in the exhibitionistic thrill of it all, emboldened by the knowledge that her performance could determine the course of her future. Donna closed her eyes and tried to transport herself to another place, a scene from one of Dino's most famous films. She needed to give him what he wanted, to show that she was capable of seduction and submission. Her body moved on autopilot, hips swaying, hands roaming over her heated skin, thinking about Dino watching her video.

"There's a good girl," Tina cooed. “Keep going.”

As Donna surrendered to the scene, her movements became more fluid, her breaths heavier. She could feel the heat coursing through her veins, the desire building within her. And though she knew it was all an act, part of her couldn't help but revel in the raw sensuality of the moment. Her fingers traced along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, slowly moving towards the wetness between them. She spread her legs wide open, giving Tina and Bob an unobstructed view of her aroused pussy lips.

She dipped two fingers into her tight slit, feeling the heat of the open room enveloping them as she began to stroke herself roughly. The sensation was exquisite; every nerve ending tingled as she slipped her fingers in and out of herself in a rhythmic motion that matched the racing beat of her heart. Her other hand moved up to massage her swollen clitoris, causing pleasure to shoot through every fiber of her being.

Tina's voice was gentle and encouraging as she spoke to Donna, her words a soothing balm to the young actress's nerves. "That's it, beautiful," she cooed, her eyes never leaving the camera's viewfinder. "Just like that."

Donna allowed herself to sink deeper into the sensations coursing through her body, the soft fabric of the couch caressing her skin while her fingers worked their magic. In the back of her mind, she knew Tina and Bob were watching, yet the knowledge only served to heighten her arousal, fueling the fire that burned within.

Donna's fingers moved faster, digging deeper into her soaked pussy as she let out soft moans of pleasure. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment, feeling the leather couch pressing against her bare skin. The heat from the room enveloped her body, making her shiver with delight. Her breath came in quick gasps as she imagined Dino Terranova watching her every move, his intense gaze burning through the video camera.

Bob's gaze was like a physical weight on her, his interest in her performance clear by the way he licked his lips at every moan that escaped her mouth. It only served to embolden her further; she needed this part more than anything else in the world. And if this was what it took to prove herself...well, she would give it everything she had.

"That's it," Tina purred from behind the camera. "Give us all of it."

Donna felt a thrill shoot through her at Tina's words, the excitement heightening her arousal even more. She spread herself wider on the couch, offering up every inch of her body to their gazes. Her breasts jiggled gently with each movement, nipples standing at attention from both excitement and nerves. She pinched one of her hardened nipples between two fingers, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger while circling her clit with the other hand. The sensation was overwhelming, but she welcomed it with open arms—or rather, open legs. She ground herself against the couch cushion, feeling each thrust deep inside of her. Her hips gyrated on their own accord as she lost herself in a haze of lust and desire.

"Fuck," she whispered, imagining Bob getting hard as he watched, and Dino masturbating as he stared at her video. She started to understand the power that porn stars must feel when they were performing for all of their admiring fans. The only thing she could compare it to was that time when she was so drunk in an Irish pub that she climbed up and lay down on the bar to masturbate for a cheering crowd. Fortunately, several girlfriends were with her to get her home safely. When her friends told her about it the next day, she almost didn’t believe that she had done such a thing. But here she was doing it again, masturbating for strangers.

As the pleasure built, Donna couldn't help but notice the subtle exchange of glances between Tina and Bob. It struck her as odd, but was quickly forgotten as her climax approached, a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatened to sweep her away. Finally, with a series of moans and cries that filled the room, Donna succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, her entire being consumed by the intensity of her orgasm. She lay on the couch, panting and spent, her limbs heavy with satisfaction.

"Very impressive," Tina said, her voice laced with genuine admiration. She turned off the camera and handed Donna a thick contract, its pages riddled with legal jargon. "If you're interested, we'll need an answer now. If Dino approves your test, you'll get $50,000 for three months of work, even if you don't win."

Donna's eyes widened at the mention of the sum, her ambition drowning out any lingering doubts. It was a chance she couldn't pass up, a stepping stone toward the fame and fortune she craved.

As she began putting her clothes back on, Bob interjected, his voice firm and businesslike. "Before you sign, there's one stipulation—you must be able to disappear for three months without informing anyone. No boyfriends, family, or friends. Or if you have to say something, you can tell them you’ve won a vacation but you can’t tell them about it until you get back. Also, you'll need to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

"Should I have a lawyer look over the contract?" Donna asked hesitantly. Bob's impatience surfaced, his fingers tapping on the desk as he sighed and looked out the window.

Tina glanced at her watch, her tone urgent. "We're in a hurry, and the contract is all standard boilerplate language. If you delay with an attorney, we might not be able to cast you. If you had an agent, it would be a matter, but I assume you don’t since it wasn’t mentioned in the packet you gave me?"

“Well, no,” Donna said.

Driven by excitement and desire for success, Donna impulsively agreed, scrawling her signature across the pages of the contract and NDA. As she did so, a mix of triumph and trepidation washed over her, the magnitude of her decision finally sinking in. She had committed herself to the mysterious show and whatever hidden dangers it might hold - all for the tantalizing promise of a glamorous future in Hollywood. But this was why she was here. This was why she had come to Hollywood. And she was going to succeed no matter what.

"Excellent," Tina said. "From what I just saw, I think Dino will be very pleased."

Donna, flushed and trembling, finished signing the paperwork, then looked away from Tina and tried to gather her composure. As she reached for her clothes, she wondered if she had made the right choice, if this audition would lead her down a path she couldn't return from. But as she glanced once again at the posters of Dino Terranova's films adorning the walls, she knew she couldn't let this opportunity slip through her fingers, not when fame and fortune were finally within reach.

"Thank you," Donna whispered, her voice barely audible. "I hope he likes it."

Tina grinned with an almost predatory flash of teeth. "Oh, I'm sure he will, darling. And if he does...well, your life is about to change in ways you can't even imagine."

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