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"Now, slave, now!" she groaned, giving the impression
of being half
out of her mind with unsatisfied lust, and covering the actor's handsome
face with wet hungry kisses while her anxiously grinding pelvis ground
inexorably into his. Obviously, she could wait no longer. The sex-
maddened woman reached down abruptly between their two straining bodies,
and she caught his thick tormenting cock in a death-grip, hauling it
forcibly between the hair-lined lips of her hotly moistened cuntal opening
and driving it into her almost against her will. There was no question
about it; Kelly was still the queen, and she still possessed the power
to
make this particular slave do what she wanted.
But by this point, Rick was beyond resistance. Accepting the
inevitable with a cheerful grin, he crashed forward with a violence
that
made Lynn tremble, and both of the actors simultaneously were forced
to
groan aloud as Kelly's warm, elastic-like sheath slipped wetly around
the
pulsating hard shaft of his rock-like penis. A real professional at
this
kind of lewd exhibition, Kelly had achieved extraordinary control over
the
internal muscles of her cunt, and she was able to adapt herself easily
to
a man of almost any size. Rick's massively thick cock was unusually
big,
in fact, he was gigantic as far as Kelly was concerned, but actors
selected for this kind of work were normally larger than average, and
the
'queen' was accustomed to handling heavy duty equipment, squeezing back
at
the young actor fiercely and attempting to give as good as she got.
The actor's long bulbous cock raced up through the already lubricated
passageway of her heatedly throbbing vagina, sliding easily through
the
soft yielding tissue as he thrust himself forward with the determination
to bury his manhood in her narrow clasping hole with one bone-jarring
brutalizing push. Lynn shuddered involuntarily as she observed this
wildly erotic and indecent scene, hearing Rick's heavy hair-covered
balls
slap brutally against the upturned, unprotected flesh of the actress's
ass. She was hopelessly skewered like a chicken on a spit, and for a
moment, the tables had now been completely turned. The queen was no
longer in charge of what was going on, and the slave was proving with
a
vengeance that he was man enough to be free.
My Lord, he's actually fucking her, thought Lynn, blushing a little
as she found herself slipping into Phil's vile vulgar vocabulary and
using
the obscene word in her head. There's no question about it, she realized,
this is going to be absolutely pornographic! But who ever heard of a
pornographic video-tape? Where on earth could you sell such a thing?
Lynn kept telling herself to be calm and collected, but this entire
sordid experience was upsetting her profoundly, and her eyes widened
with
dismay as she watched Rick's hard, relentless instrument rhythmically
appearing and disappearing between Kelly's lasciviously widespread thighs.
Wondering how she even dared think such a vile thought, the young wife
tried to imagine what it would be like to be taken brutally and publicly
in this fashion, fucked half-to-death by a perfect stranger while a
gang
of lewd television technicians stood around and watched.
To her eternal shock, she found that the idea excited her enormously,
even though she was naturally scandalized at the same time with the
degeneracy and perversity of what Kelly was doing. She tried to
discipline her wandering mind, but her self-control had been weakened
by
the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed, and helplessly she found herself
mentally changing places with the actress, stretching out naked on the
floor to allow the lusty performer to pummel and pound her mercilessly
just as he was doing to Phil's nakedly writhing wife.
Kelly was moaning constantly and Lynn began to suspect that this was
not one hundred percent acting simply for the benefit of the cameras.
No
woman alive, no matter what the circumstances, could have taken that
amount of lewd and unnatural stimulation for this period of time without
eventually surrendering and becoming aroused. No, those cries and mewls
of pleasure and submission were too real to be simulated for a TV camera.
Kelly Agard was becoming more fiercely turned on by the minute.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it harder!" the brunette groaned,
muttering all the filthy obscene words that came to mind as she raced
towards her climax. The actor never gave her a moment to recover,
thrusting into her with all the strength in his tawny unrelenting body.
"I'm cummmmmmming!" Kelly gasped suddenly like a woman announcing
a
history-making event. "I'm cumming!" she repeated a second
time, almost
as if she were talking to herself, or trying to convince them of some
incredible fact. Her mouth was wide open with ecstatic abandon and
instinctively she pulled her thighs even further back, offering up to
the
savagely fucking actor the whole of her pink, wetly clasping vaginal
slit
like some strange pagan sacrifice. A trickle of saliva dripped lewdly
from the woman's open mouth and her eyes seemed to wander around the
room,
unseeing and glazed, as if she were drugged.
Lynn could hardly bring herself to believe that all this was really
true and a horrified shudder ran through her aroused body as she watched
the older woman race up to the heights of an incredibly powerful orgasm.
A virtual scream escaped from Kelly's lips as the spasm shook her nakedly
voluptuous frame, and Rick had to struggle to hold onto her abandonedly
writhing body as the violent climax shook the woman's heart and soul.
Nor was the actor far behind her. Despite the fact that he had given
his all just a few minutes before, the excitement of the situation had
re-
charged his sexual batteries, and the tough internal muscles of her
wildly
milking cunt clamped down on his rampaging cock, forcing him to cry
out as
the hot fiery cum began spurting into the hidden untouched recesses
of her
womb. A sudden hush fell over the room as he creamed into her with all
his might, practically bending the sweat-drenched woman in two as he
labored over her, trying to make this a cum she would remember all her
life.
Kelly's legs went limp all of a sudden, and a cry of total happiness
and relief issued sensuously from her lips. Rick groaned his way through
the last seconds Of his orgasm and then collapsed on top of her, his
body
completely spent.
"Cut!" yelled Lenny, the director, chomping on a fresh cigar
as he
signaled the cameramen to switch off their machines. "Looked real
good,
kids," he told Kelly and Rick, who were now gradually disengaging
their
tired bodies from one another. Lynn relaxed a little, her mind in a
blur
and her eyes watching Rick's slowly deflating cock gradually withdrawing
from Kelly's battered and bruised body. The trembling young wife
continued to stare at the penis, now soft and glistening. Suddenly,
she
realized that the director was talking to her.
"You did okay for a non-professional, baby," he was assuring
her.
'You got a good body and a lot of facial expression! We can use you
again
if you feel like picking up some spare change. See ya around."
Lynn looked at him blankly for a moment and nodded dumbly, even
though she had no intention of ever coming anywhere near this studio
again
as long as she lived. Rick rolled off of Kelly's voluptuous body and
sat
up rubbing his stomach.
"All that fucking makes me hungry," he announced, as if nothing
had
happened.
Chapter 3
"Gosh, it's good to be home!" Matt exclaimed contentedly
as he
relaxed in the big comfortable chair by the fire, sipping his favorite
drink, a tall glass of cold milk. "Mind you, there's nothing I
like
better than covering a sports event, but day after day of living out
of
suitcases can get a fellow down after awhile "
"How was the game, dear?" Lynn inquired politely, privately
wishing
that they had some liquor in the house so that she could mix herself
a
strong drink. Sometimes Matt's anti-booze morality got on her nerves,
and
if she was going to have to listen to an evening of talk about sports--
about which Lynn cared little or nothing--a shot would certainly be
useful. But there was no stopping him once he got started, and the
dutiful young wife put her chin on her hands and forced a bright
interested smile onto her pretty face.
"The game was good, but to me winning or losing isn't the important
thing," explained Matt seriously. "What impresses me is the
scope of the
sports program they have going for those kids out on the coast. All
the
students in this one school participate in some athletic activity whether
they want to or not, and it's an excellent way of keeping them off the
streets and out of trouble. Besides, athletics teaches a young person
about the really important things in life: a sense of fair-play, honesty,
team work and cleanliness in mind and body! Why one of the coaches told
me that before the school system started this intensive program, they
were
having real programs with pre-marital sex among the high school students,
incredible as it may seem. The teachers naturally did their best to
explain that sex before marriage was unholy and immoral, but it was
a
losing game. But now, with everybody working their heads off after school
on one of the school teams, they feel that the kids are too exhausted
to
have much energy left for these terrible sexual things. It's been a
real
triumph!"
Lynn tried to smile enthusiastically at the thought of healthy boys
and girls expending their sexual energies by playing football or running
cross-country track, but somehow this whole conversation was depressing
her. How naive could you be? Did Matt really think that they were going
to be able to stamp out sex with a sports program? The result would
more
likely be that the kids would get so healthy as a result of all this
physical education that they would want sex more than ever!
But she knew better than to argue the point with her husband. Matt
was a man of the old school, a tough, bible-quoting, church attending
moralist, who sincerely believed that sexual relations should wait until
after the marriage ceremony, and that adultery was the worst sin in
the
book. And Lynn had to agree with him intellectually, but emotionally
somehow she sensed that there ought to be more to life than tiring
yourself out with a baseball to avoid temptations of the flesh. A shudder
of horror ran through her temptingly lithe body as she imagined what
would
have happened had Matt ever gotten wind of Phil Agard's little after
hours
activity. Agard would not have to fire him because Matt would certainly
quit on the spot, which would be a shame because jobs were he hard to
find
these days and WRT-TV gave him the opportunity to do just what he liked
doing best.
"Do you like my new nightie, darling?" she inquired, hoping
to get
his mind off athletics and onto sex. After all, they were married now,
and even Matt's stern sense of right and wrong did not exclude love-making
between married people. To give him the opportunity of becoming aroused,
she jumped off the couch and pirouetted in front of him, letting the
hem
of the nightie whirl temptingly through the air and exposing for a split
second the rich brown softness of her pubic hair and the glowing, velvet-
textured flesh of her thighs. Matt had come home the day after that
wildly degenerate evening at the television studio, but he had been
too
tired himself to do much more than go straight to sleep. He was scheduled
to leave again on another trip in a few more days, and Lynn was determined
that she was going to get the physical satisfaction she needed or die
in
the attempt.
"Yeah, it's real pretty," Matt conceded without displaying
any real
interest. "I'll be headed down to Saint Louis for the pro game
in a
couple of days, and 1 can pick up some clothes for you if you'll give
me a
list of what you want"
I could tell you what I want, thought the girl darkly, but you can't
give it to me in Saint Louis! However, she kept her thoughts to herself
and tried to get the conversation going again.
"Why are you on the road so much these days, lover?" Lynn
inquired,
this time with genuine interest. "At first you used to go away
a couple
of times a month at the most, and now you've got a whole schedule of
trips
lined up for you."
"Dunno," admitted Matt in honest puzzlement. "When I
got back from
the coast Mr. Agard told me that he was very enthusiastic about my stuff
and he wanted me to cover every important sporting event West of the
Mississippi from now on, and with an unlimited travel budget. I guess
he
figures that interest in sports is really big in this area and my stuff
will keep everybody tuned to WRT-TV. But I'm not complaining."
"I am," asserted Lynn stubbornly. "You'll be away from
home more
often than you're here. What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"
"I thought maybe you could join the women's auxiliary organization
down at the church?" Matt proposed with simple sincerity. "They
do
charity work and have teas once a week and a lot of interesting things
like that."
Oh God, that's just what I need, the dissatisfied young wife groaned
internally, but she vowed to herself that she was going to make this
marriage work one way or another, and she firmly resolved that she would
call the chairwoman of the charity group in the morning and offer her
services.
"There's even a bible study group you could join ..." continued
Matt
seriously, "and ..." Mercifully, the phone rang.
"Why don't you get it, hon?" suggested Matt tiredly. "My
legs are
tuckered out."
Lynn nodded and ambled into the bedroom where the phone was located,
thinking that it was probably one of her friends proposing a bridge
game
or something equally boring.
"Hello?"
"Lynn, this is Phil," came the voice.
"Oh, hi Phil," she replied, caught a little off-guard, and
not sure
whether her husband could hear her or not. "Just a minute and I'll
call
..."
"I don't want to talk to hubby," Agard laughed mysteriously.
"I've
got another job for you baby."
"I don't want another job," she hissed into the phone. "You
tricked
me the other night, but that was the last time. I don't ever want to
have
anything more to do with your dirty business."
"Oh, really?" drawled Agard self-confidently. "Wouldn't
you even
like to see the video-tape we did the night you were with us?"
"No!!!!" she retorted vehemently. "Never."
"That's a pity because the shots of you came out particularly well,"
commented the television executive evilly. "But perhaps Matt would
enjoy
seeing it? We're having a preview tonight for some friends, and once
he
hears that his little wife is an actress ..."
"Phil, you can't tell Matt," she gasped in horror, knowing
full well
that her husband would divorce her on the spot if he learned that she
had
been involved in something like this.
"Sure I can, baby?" sneered Agard. "Just pass me to Matt
and I'll
explain how you helped us out when Millie got sick. I'm sure he'd enjoy
seeing you in that cute little costume you wore, even if it was a little
bit revealing ..."
Lynn felt a sickening feeling sweeping over her as she listened to
her former boyfriend hint what he was prepared to do to enforce her
continued cooperation. This was blackmail.
"Please ..." she begged him piteously, hating to humble herself
in
front of this man, but knowing that she had no other choice. "Please
don't tell Matt!"
"Well, baby, we'll have to think about that," Agard laughed.
"Meanwhile, let's talk about this new role. The distributor saw
the
finished version of Kelly's film and you caught his eye. He wants us
to
experiment with a video-tape sequel with you as the lead, and I think
that
it's worth a try."
"But Phil," she pleaded, desperately worried that Matt could
be
overhearing enough of this conversation to make him suspicious. "You
know
I've had no acting experience not to mention the sex part which I just
couldn't do, even if I wanted to ..."
"Listen, sweetheart, leave the worrying to me. We've got a plot
worked out where your inexperience as an actress won't make any
difference."
"Phil, I cannot and will not do it!" she told him? trying
to make
her voice sound as firm and unyielding as possible.
"Okay, sweetie, then pass me to Matt, won't you? I want to invite
him to that screening."
Lynn felt a sinking defeated feeling in her bones that told her
clearly that Agard had her over a barrel. Her only chance to save her
marriage now was to make some kind of agreement with him.
"Look, can't we at least talk about it?" she offered, hoping
for some
kind of compromise.
"Sure honey, we can talk all you want," Agard agreed in a
friendly
fashion. "Your hubby's going out of town the day after tomorrow.
On your
way back from the airport stop in and see me."
"Goddamn you to hell, Agard!" she swore at him furiously.
"I hate
you for this!"
"Ciao, beautiful," he laughed at her contemptuously, not particularly
caring whether she hated him or not. "See you the day after tomorrow."
"Fuck you!" she cursed into the telephone as he hung up, wishing
she
could think of something stronger.
"Who was that, darling?" called Matt from the living room.
Obviously, he had overheard nothing.
"One of the ladies from that charity organization," she lied,
thinking fast. "They want me to do some work for them while you're
out of
town."
"Good idea," approved her husband. "Keep you out of mischief."
* * *
"I think we're gonna have trouble," grumbled the
director morosely as
he glanced across the room at Lynn, who was chatting nervously with
Kelly
and sipping her third drink of the evening. "That broad ain't never
gonna
buy this screwing business."
Phil Agard smiled patronizingly at the short squat cigar smoking
director, shaking his head in disagreement.
"Lenny, you've got to use your head in this business," he
lectured.
"First, I've told Lynn that as a special favor to her all the hard
sex is
going to be simulated for this film, so she thinks she is just going
to
have to pretend to fuck and not do the real thing."
"You're outa your mind!" exploded the director angrily. "How
am I
supposed to do a decent tape if I can't go in with camera for a close-up
every now and then? You might get away with something like that on
regular film, but video-tape is too damn precise!"
"Cool it, Lenny, I'm way ahead of you," replied the television
producer soothingly. "Of course it won't really be simulated, but
by the
time that dumb broad finds out what the score is, it'll be too late
for
her to do anything about it. Okay, now let's review the scene. How do
you see it shaping up?"
The director still seemed to have his doubts? but Agard was the boss,
so he controlled his irritation and outlined the scene as he envisioned
it.
"Okay, we decided this was gonna be a sequel to the last film,
right?
Kelly and her slave boy have just finished fucking, but the queen really
wants to humiliate Rick, so she decides to have his little slave
girlfriend raped right in front of him, and if he protests, she'll have
his balls chopped off, so he has to stand there and take it. She calls
two other slaves, and they come in and work Lynn over and that's it."
"Good, now as you see, Lynn's role in this film is that of an
unwilling victim who doesn't want all this to happen to her. So her
natural reaction when she discovers that she's going to be raped will
be
perfect for the scene we're trying to create. The more she screams and
protests, the more realistic it'll seem on tape. Get it?"
A look of grudging admiration came into the director's eyes as he
realized the cleverness of Agard's scheme.
"Boss, sometimes I gotta hand it to you," he admitted reluctantly.
"What did you tell the broad, just so we can keep our stories straight?"
"I just explained that we were going to pick up where the other
scene
leaves off," answered Phil easily. "And when the queen orders
the other
two slaves to go to work on her, they're going to climb on top and pretend
to rape her."
"She didn't object to appearing naked?" wondered Lenny.
"She probably would, but she doesn't know that's going to be
involved," Agard laughed cruelly. "She thinks she's going
to be able to
keep her little slave girl costume on for the whole bit."
"Boy, has she got some surprises ahead of her," chuckled Lenny
sadistically. "Sure hope she doesn't run to the police afterwards."
"Not a chance," the producer assured him. "I've got her
blackmailed
about six ways by now. Let's get going!"
* * *
"Honestly, honey, there's nothing to it!" Kelly
Agard was explaining
to the nervous young woman as the two of them entered their dressing
room
where Jon awaited them in his usual nasty mood. "Here, let me freshen
your drink."
Lynn nodded dumbly and decided that getting a little bit tight was
probably the best strategy for getting through this terrible experience
in
one piece.
"After all," Kelly continued, a convincing soothing tone in
her
voice. "You don't have to do what I did, and you won't even be
asked to
take off your clothing. It's practically no different from appearing
in a
regular film."
"As soon as you've finished with your pep talk, can we get this
make-
up on?" wondered Jon acidly, impatient as always. "You, get
your clothes
off!"
"I thought I didn't have to!" protested Lynn already fearing
that she
had been deceived.
"You don't baby," explained the technician with irritation
in his
voice. "You wear the same costume you had the last time. But the
camera's going to be on you this time, and it's important that we get
the
body make-up on you right. Come on, get naked, will ya? We ain't got
all
night!"
Deciding that it was useless to argue anymore, Lynn shyly turned her
back on the make-up man and began nervously getting undressed throwing
her
garments one by one over the back of a chair while Kelly Agard watched
her
with an amused smile. She stopped when she was clad merely in a pair
of
white nylon panties and her brassiere, glancing furtively at Jon to
see if
this would satisfy him.
"Come on, baby, this isn't a girl scout camp," objected the
impatient
make-up man. "Do you plan on cooperating or not?"
Numbly nodding, the unhappy girl reached behind her and removed her
brassiere, freeing the ripely sensuous mounds of her breasts from their
confinement If the sight of her lust-inciting brown nipples swollen
a
little from the excitement of the occasion, made any impression on Jon,
he
gave no sign of it; instead, he went busily to work with a tube of body
make-up which he expertly began spreading over her smooth white skin.
First, he worked it into her back and thighs, yanking down her nylon
panties with the impatience of a doctor while he ran his hands lightly
over the soft twin globes of her warm, nakedly quivering buttocks. At
last, the make-up man rose again to his feet and stepped around in front
of her to apply the ointment to her lush young breasts and stomach.
"I can't see why you bother putting it on places which won't show!"
she protested a little petulantly, but Jon merely grunted non-committally
in response and Kelly giggled. Lynn jerked a little as he took each
gently swelling breast in his hard hand and briskly covered the soft
yielding Mesh with make-up before darkening each tiny tingling nipple
with
a special pencil. Lynn knew that her face was burning with embarrassment,
but every time she opened her mouth in the presence of this man, he
snapped at her, so this time she wisely decided to remain silent.
Her stomach jerked in and out nervously as he dropped once m ore to
his knees and began spreading the make-up cream on to the surface of
her
stomach.
"A little too hairy down here," he commented suddenly. "Kelly,
pass
me those scissors, will you?"
Lynn thought for a moment that this was one of his crude jokes but
when the older woman obediently passed him a pair of scissors, she
realized with a shock that he fully intended to trim away some of her
pubic hair.
"No ... listen," she began.
"Shut up and hold still," he retorted. "One wiggle too
many and I
might cut off something serious!"
Deciding that never in her entire life had she been quite so
humiliated, Lynn did as she was told, staring straight ahead of her
and
listening to the clip-clip of the scissors as Jon trimmed away a few
offending locks of curly brown pubic hair.
"0kay, now get into your monkey suit," he commanded as soon
as he
finished, rising once again to his feet and looking at her critically.
"Lenny wants the two of you on set as soon as possible."
A few minutes later dressed in her skimpy slave girl costume, Lynn
walked timidly out to where the technicians were busily setting up their
television cameras. Before leaving the sanctuary of their dressing room,
Lynn had considered wrapping herself up in a bath towel as she had done
for her first appearance on the set, but for some reason tonight she
felt
less embarrassed about being so lightly dressed in front of all these
people.
"Have you met Rich and Jay?" Kelly asked suddenly, catching
her by
the elbow. Lynn looked up to find herself confronted with two tall burly
men who looked like professional wrestlers, both of them dressed in
the
same kind of slave costume which Rick wore. They were both mean looking
customers, but they grinned at her agreeably enough while introductions
were being made and hands were being shaken.
"How do you do?" quivered Lynn nervously, feeling herself
dwarfed by
these two monsters and wondering if she was expected to 'simulate' a
love
scene with one of them.
"Man, this is gonna be a treat!" proclaimed the man named
Rich boldly
studying the smoothly-rounded contours of her ripe well developed body
without even taking the trouble to hide his lustful gaze. "Where's
Phil
been hiding you, baby?"
"Well, I normally don't do this kind of ... of thing?" she
began to
explain with an unhappy stammer, but the other man, Jay cut her off
with a
harsh laugh.
"Why does every skin-flick actress have to say the same damn thing?"
he wondered sarcastically. "Sure, honey, we'll believe you were
a virgin
until the day before yesterday if you want us to! Just make sure you
put
some life into those screwing scenes. Anything I can't stand is a cold
fish while I'm working in front of the camera."
"Of course," Lynn found herself replying, making a timid attempt
to
appear sophisticated, but wanting to remind everyone that the scenes
they
were going to do were supposed to be pretending, not the real thing.
"But
I've never had to simulate a love scene before, and nobody's yet told
me
what I'm supposed to do."
Rich and Jay exchanged an amused grin as they heard the unsuspecting
woman use the word 'simulate,' but before either of them could offer
some
lewd comment, the director began shouting for attention.
"Okay, everyone," Lenny ordered brusquely. "Same positions
as last
time."
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Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn spotted Rick moving into
his
position next to the queen's throne, and she watched Kelly regally seat
herself on the throne, again draped in the massive shoulder-to-floor
robe
she had worn during the first sequence. Rich and Jay whispering excitedly
to one another, both remained off-camera for the moment while Lynn took
her designated place.
"Right actors, you've been told what to do," growled the rotund
director, waving his half-smoked cigar in the direction of the throne.
"Let's get it right the first time! Roll 'em."
The young wife had not the foggiest notion of what she was supposed
to do, but she imagined that this scene was one in which she simply
stood
still and watched, assuming that someone would surely have given her
explicit directions otherwise. The television cameras lighted up.
"I am bored," announced the queen imperiously as she glanced
at her
favorite male slave
"Your majesty has only to command," replied Rick obediently,
bowing
slightly as he answered.
"I think it's time that your little friend entertained us,"
announced
the queen, jerking her head in Lynn's direction. "What do you say
to that
slave?"
A worried look crossed the slave's face, and Lynn saw him glance
nervously back and forth between the two women, acting his part
beautifully. The handsome slave had a fairly good idea of what his queen
had in mind, and he was thinking feverishly of some way to avoid a
situation in which he would have to choose between the royal lady and
the
slave girl. Also he realized clearly that the queen was jealous of this
younger and more beautiful woman. It was a difficult moment for a
helpless slave, but the queen gave him no time to think of a suitable
answer.
"Let us experiment! Let us see exactly how loyal she is to you,"
suggested the queen with a lewd grin. "Guards!"
Immediately the two actors Lynn had met earlier entered, both
carrying spears. They presented themselves respectfully in front of
Kelly. Both men had jet black hair and smooth muscular bodies which
glistened slightly under the set lights. Rick's face was open and honest,
but Rich and Jay seemed a little sinister and cruel. They were both
in
their late thirties and looked tough and ready for anything, on or off
a
movie set. Lynn felt a tremor of fear run through her near-naked young
body.
"Your queen has decided to reward you for your royal services,"
Kelly
announced, raising her arm to point to Lynn. "You may take this
slave
girl and do with her as you desire ... but do it here so I can observe."
It took the young blonde woman a moment to realize exactly what was
happening and by the time she understood, it was too late for action.
The
guards galvanized into action, dropping their spears and sprinting across
the set to where she stood helplessly waiting. Lynn expected that one
of
them would sweep her into his arms in some typical Hollywood embrace,
but
it was not that kind of film. Grinning like the devil himself, Rich
hit
her like a football player, knocking her completely off her feet and
wrestling her to the ground as his greedy hands roamed over her body.
Suddenly Lynn knew that this had all been a terrible mistake. She
could not go through with it! Phil would have to understand, and she
was
sorry that they had wasted all that tape, but she absolutely would not
take part in a scene like this.
"Let me go!" she gasped as the man's heavy body crushed into
her. "I
don't wan ..." but the breath was knocked from her frantically
squirming
body as the other guard, Jay jumped on top of the pile. For a moment
Lynn
lay stunned under the combined weight of the two big men.
The guards wasted no time, going to work on her like a pair of
professionals, each one rolling off of her vainly resisting body as
a
television camera angled in from above to catch every minute of action.
"We're gonna fuck you till you can't stand up, beautiful!"
Rich
whispered viciously in her ear, keeping his voice too low to be picked
up
by the microphone over their heads. Both of the two guards were hardened
professionals at making this kind of film and they worked more for
pleasure than for the money involved.
Lynn's cringing young body froze with terror as Rich reached
carefully down between her two firmly heaving breasts and brutally ripped
away the flimsy covering which had shielded her tiny ripe nipples from
the
public. Jay cooperated by thrusting his hand cruelly down along the
smooth skin of her stomach and yanking loose the frail material protecting
her soft fleecy pubic hair. She was suddenly stark naked, and with a
shock she clearly understood why Jon had insisted upon applying make-up
to
all parts of her body. They had planned this from the very beginning,
she
realized with horror, and who knew what other lies they had told her
as
well?
But the two rough professionals gave the violently writhing girl no
time to contemplate the difficulties of her situation. Rich's cruel
hands
swarmed over the warmly fleshed globes of her naked breasts, twisting
and
pinching her little brown nipples and forcing her to cry out with the
sudden pain. Jay amused himself at the same time by pulling her long
blonde hair with one hand the other tried to force its way up between
her
tightly clasped thighs. Lynn's eyes flew open with alarm, and she saw
the
two men on their hands and knees over her like avenging angels preparing
to punish her for her sins. Their eyes seemed to glow with lewd lusty
anticipation as they tormented her, and fear rushed through her naked
body
as she realized that there was going to be nothing 'simulated' or make
believe about this scene. They were going to ravish her for the benefit
of the cameras and enjoy every minute of it. She had been tricked, and
she understood at last the cunning cruelty of Phil Agard's plan. The
more
she screamed and protested, the better the film would be. She was playing
the role of a woman being raped by two brutal men, and all her reactions
would be perfectly natural.
Deciding to fight back in the only way she could, Lynn tried to lay
absolutely still, making it as undramatic as possible and looking straight
up at the television camera which was peering obscenely down at her.
Rich
rose up on his knees beside her, his hands busily undoing the fastenings
on his loin cloth, and the frightened girl got her eyes closed just
in
time to avoid seeing the burly man strip himself completely. Let them
do
what they want, she was telling herself unhappily, as she lay
unresistingly naked between them. There's no use in struggling anymore.
They win this round. There's no point in prolonging the misery. Let
them
do their dirty business to her helpless vulnerable body and get it over
with.
Then she felt Rich's hard hands coursing over her stomach and the
girl shivered involuntarily. It was not the pain she feared particularly,
although she knew that this was going to hurt but the thought that after
they were finished with her she would never be the same again. This
experience was going to soil and dirty her forever, and she would never
again be able to look her young husband in the eye.
"Hey, beautiful," commanded Rich. "Open those lovely
brown eyes and
take a look at the present the queen is giving you."
Lynn shut her eyes even more tightly, refusing to cooperate in the
slightest, but she felt Jay's hands tighten their grip on her hair and
start to pull, torturing her into obeying their orders. Her eyes popped
open and Rich rose nakedly up off his buttocks to give her (and the
camera) a good look at the instrument of torment he was planning to
use on
her.
As her eyes focused on his lust-thickened penis, the girl's face
suddenly contorted in horror and she could hear chuckles from off-camera
as the technicians laughed at her innocence. His cock was monstrous
by
any standards, thick and blunt like cudgel, and she could see in a glance
that the actor had worked himself into a real state of arousal while
they
had been abusing her. A look at his face informed her clearly that there
was no point in asking for mercy. He had every intention of brutally
ramming that long hard shaft up into her frantically trembling vagina,
and
there was nothing to stop him from doing anything he wanted!
By this time, Jay had stripped himself as naked as his partner and
occupied himself With holding her arms tightly to prevent any attempt
at
an escape. At some pre-arranged signal, both men suddenly rolled her
over
onto her stomach and Rich cruelly spread her long tapered legs apart
as
she struggled to keep her balance. As she felt her tender young breasts
crushing into the unyielding floor, Rich moved quickly and deftly into
position behind her, his legs mercilessly working to force her knees
farther and farther apart despite her desperate efforts to clamp her
thighs together and protect the defenseless little opening to her
femaledom. His hands kneaded and tormented the helpless half-moons of
her
buttocks, forcing a painful groan from her lips. The miserably unhappy
young woman ground her teeth together, not wanting to give them the
satisfaction of hearing her cry out in agony.
"Up on your knees," Jay whispered to her suddenly, his voice
as
impersonal as a stage manager giving instructions to a forgetful actor.
Lynn had no intention whatsoever of obeying and she stayed where she
was,
trying to cover her face with her hands in the vain hopes of somehow
managing to spoil the scene for them. Then she felt the manes hand
slipping beneath her shoulders, and his fingers found the tender swollen
nipple of her left breast.
He squeezed, hard, and Lynn immediately forgot about her resolution
to remain silent and motionless. Instead she screamed as Jay squeezed
again, even harder, digging his sharp fingernails into the softly yielding
flesh of her breast until she thought she could bear it no longer.
Hastily, she tucked her knees under her, willing to do anything to
alleviate that torture, and the next thing she knew, her full smoothly
rounded backside was thrust obscenely into the air.
They were winning every round, and she realized now that further
resistance was almost useless. She would have to surrender in the end
no
matter what, so why not make things easy on herself? To them, her lush
naked body meant nothing anyway. They were not in love with her, and
she
hardly knew them so there was no question of there being anything involved
here but lust stimulated by the promise of money. She was a toy, an
object, a plaything to be used, filmed, and then tossed aside!
Kneeling above her, the actor named Rich gazed down at the full white
moons of her buttocks, offered up to him like some depraved pagan
sacrifice, and he felt his body start to throb with savage uncontrollable
desire. Rich had participated in dozens of these porno-films and tapes,
and the idea of actually raping a naked young girl in the presence of
all
these people only made it more stimulating for him. He had seen many
a
skin-flick actress in his sordid career, but never anything as young
and
innocent as this one, and the thought that she was his to use and abuse
as
he desired was driving him wild. His sperm-bloated testicles were burning
as if they were on fire, and he could not tear his bulging eyes off
of the
narrow, lust-teasing pink slit which trembled helplessly before him.
For all practical purposes, Rich had virtually forgotten that a
video-tape was being made. At the moment he could only think of jamming
his hot throbbing cock into her tight little pussy, and he realized
that
he could not hold himself back another minute.
But the actor knew from past experience with women that his penis was
abnormally large and capable of bringing a gasp of pain to the lips
of the
most experienced of females. What his massive hardness would do to this
tender little vagina was anybody's guess ... and, abruptly, Rich did
not
really care.
Taking his long punishing rod in his hand for better control, the
actor grinned lasciviously at his partner who was pinning the girl's
shoulders to the floor and leaned forward, running his long thick cock
up
and down in the narrow moistly pink crevice of her ass. He was about
to
worm his way into her when an even more depraved idea entered his
perverted mind.
Bending from the waist, the actor planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on
the tiny puckered hole of her anus, using his strong hands to pry her
warmly gleaming buttocks even farther apart as he lapped at her like
an
animal gone mad. Lynn's body jerked forward and she involuntarily uttered
a muffled gasp at this indecent unnatural embrace.
This man was kissing her backside, she realized with a horrible
shock. He was sloshing his long fluttering tongue up and down the entire
length of her widespread cuntal crevice, all the way from the tingling
pink button of her clitoris up to the tightly-clasped entrance of her
anus. Was nothing sacred? What kind of an animal was he anyway?
Seeing that he was really starting to get to her, Rich grinned
sadistically and dropped his face down for another run over the target,
this time lingering over the straining muscles of her inner thighs,
his
tongue lashing in at the thin red folds of her hair-covered flesh which
surrounded her tight little pussy. The actor realized that the glands
deep inside of her frantically squirming young body had already been
triggered in involuntary action and begun secreting the heated juices
which were designed to prepare a woman's body for sexual intercourse.
Like it or not, he told himself cruelly, this chick is turning on. Time
to bring in the heavy artillery.
Lynn was confused and mystified by all that was happening to her.
Since this horrid scene had begun, she had been preparing herself for
pain
and mistreatment, but it had not materialized, and now everything seemed
to be changing. It was humiliating and shameful to be t forced into
this
unnatural and ridiculous position, but there was nothing painful about
it,
and what the degenerate actor was doing between her widely-spread legs
was
quite the opposite of pain; in fact, little whispers of forbidden pleasure
were creeping inexorably up and down her spine every time Rich's tireless
tongue wormed its wet way into her private parts. She tried hard not
to
let her guard down gritting her teeth and thrashing her head wildly
from
side to side, but bit by bit, her sensually ripened body began to relax.
Rich knew that he had to move quickly and skillfully if he wanted to
penetrate her without opposition. He and Jay could obviously overpower
the girl by brute force if necessary, but if she decided to put up a
real
battle, she could make the two of them look really foolish. Besides,
Lenny was gesturing impatiently from off-camera, urging the two of them
to
get on with it and not waste quite so much of the video-tape in foreplay.
What the viewers would be paying to see was raw brutal sex, and not
a lot
of fooling around, and the director had based his career on giving people
exactly what they wanted.
A sigh escaped Lynn's wetly parted lips as the man's thumbs moved
past the soft brown pubic hair covering the blushing pink lips of her
vagina into the flowering secret cavern itself, and he noted with
satisfaction that the girl was sopping wet inside.
She's ready to fuck, he told himself contentedly, feeling the muscles
in her warmly moistened pussy relax a little as he gently massaged the
soft pink flesh, letting his outstretched middle finger slip inside
of her
pulsating hot tunnel every once in awhile.
Lynn's mind was a whirling mass of confusion. The drinks she had
consumed in their dressing room were beginning to catch up with her
now,
and she found it strangely difficult to concentrate on her present
situation and decide exactly what she ought to be doing. For that matter,
she told herself vaguely, why try to do anything?
Her meditations were interrupted by a new sensation from behind.
There was a hard unrelenting pressure against her backside, but in her
dazed state she could not identify exactly what it was and felt no
immediate pain.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, without really knowing why, feeling
this
strong new presence work its way gently between the flaccid full moons
of
her buttocks while Rich's hands continued to open her up like a blossom
touched by the morning sun.
Rich gradually moved his hips forward, trying to worm his massive tip
of his long blunt cock past the sensitive elastic lips of her vagina
without hurting or alarming her. Once his hard thick shaft was inside,
the little bitch could scream all she wanted, but at this stage of the
game, delicacy was very important.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh," she groaned, but it was the mindless sound
of
pleasure and nothing more. Encouraged, the muscular porno-actor inched
forward, angling his heavy cudgel from side to side in order to widen
the
passage.
The queen had stepped down off her throne by this time, drawn by the
overpowering sensuality of what was happening before her very eyes,
and
Rick, the loyal slave, stood obediently by her side, apparently not
overly
grieved at what was being done to his delicate little girlfriend.
"Ooooooooh, OOOooooh!" Lynn was murmuring now, her moans matching
the
cautious maneuvering of the man's massively throbbing cock as he pushed
gently and easily into her. The girl's cunt was flowering open completely
now, and she felt there was a serious danger--whether she realized it
or
not yet--that the girl would ruin the whole scene by cumming before
he got
the full length of his hardness totally embedded in the warm moist pocket
of her naked body, and decided that the time for caution was past. This
slave girl was ready to be skewered, and his painfully throbbing penis
was
aching with anticipation.
He moved forward again, forcing his knees as far up between her
widely-stretched thighs as it was possible to go, and used his thumb
and
forefinger to guide the long slippery shaft directly into the moistly
receptive chamber of her tight little cunt.
Experienced and hardened as he was, the man found himself forced to
groan aloud with pleasure as he felt the soft warm lips of her pussy
closing tightly over the bulbous rounded tip of his throbbing cock.
Never
in his long depraved career had he felt a sensation quite like this
one.
He expected Lynn to groan or cry out with sudden pain as he steadily
worked his way into her juicy, well-lubricated vagina, but she was already
too far down the road to object to anything he chose to do to her now.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" she moaned, half in discomfort and half
in
ecstasy as the man surged powerfully into her, pushing the smoothly
yielding walls of her wetly clasping cunt ahead of him like the prow
of a
ship dividing the waves. Lynn's entire sensually aroused body quivered
and trembled before the suddenness of this all-out invasion, taken a
little by surprise. Now she had no further illusions about what was
going
to happen to her; in fact, it had already happened. Lulled by his
gentleness into a false sense of security, she had let down her guard
and
now she was paying the price.
He was already deep inside of her, buried to the hilt, and any hopes
she may have entertained of rallying her strength and fighting him off
at
the last moment were now dashed forever. In the presence of at least
ten
people and two television cameras she was being fucked, yes fucked,
like a
bitch in heat.
But her entire mood was quickly changing, and Lynn found herself
overwhelmed with an unending wave of bitter shame and humiliation. The
nakedly-writhing young woman was now actually longing for the pain she
had
expected all along, almost disappointed that there was nothing now inside
of her but sensual pleasure. She needed the pain to cleanse her, to
punish her for being the kind of whore she had now become!
But unfortunately for her peace of mind, there was no real pain, only
the violent slap of Rich's nakedly pistoning loins as he ploughed
repeatedly into the soft twin cushions of her buttocks, balancing on
his
knees and slamming into her time and time again, each savage thrust
carrying his red-hot poker deep into the untouched recesses of her
churning white belly.
"Oh Christ! Oh Christ!" she moaned incessantly, feeling as
if the
stout shaft of a baseball bat had somehow been thrust up inside of her
tortured young vagina, and she fought desperately to keep him from
conquering her completely, knowing that if he kept up in this fashion,
she
would soon be beyond resistance. But it was already useless, and Lynn
was
thrashed back and forth between the two men, realizing with despair
that
the cruel sadistic porno-actor behind her was going to force her all
the
way to the ultimate degradation. He was going to make her cum, right
here
in front of everyone!
But the futility of her struggles only served to excite her
tormentors even more as her warmly clasping cuntal muscles tightened
around Rich's long driving shaft, stimulating him to greater and greater
efforts. And out of the corner of her eye, Lynn saw the TV camera zooming
in for a close-up and despaired, knowing that the magnifying lens of
the
camera was recording everything on tape: his hard relentless cock and
the
pink, cruelly-stretched flesh of her cunt clinging tightly to his rough
leathery foreskin as he pounded in and out of her like a sex maniac.
"Come on, baby," he jeered at her from above, tormenting the
white
moons of her buttocks with his hard demanding hands as he fucked back
and
forth with long punishing strokes. "Let's see a little life! The
queen
wants you to give us a good time."
Her mind said no, but her poor over-stimulated body was no longer
taking orders from her brain and reacted by doing precisely what he
had
commanded her to. Experimentally at first, and then with real
determination, she began to rotate her nakedly quivering ass, twisting
and
swinging back against the man who was fucking so ruthlessly into her,
trying to give him as good as she was getting.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!!!!!" she was chanting mindlessly, knowing
that
the saliva was dripping from her open mouth and that she was making
a
perfect fool of herself, but unable to fight off the storm of lust which
was sweeping over her. She was an animal, a passion-driven pile of flesh
being fucked half to death by a strange savage man and this was the
bottom
of the barrel. There was nothing lower or more depraved than this!
She was wrong! They had one last little surprise in store for her.
Unexpectedly, she felt Jay's hands fumbling at her mouth. What does
he
want? she asked herself blankly. Why is he sticking his fingers into
my
mouth?
"No, no!" she groaned, and this proved to be her fatal mistake.
The
moment the innocent young woman opened her mouth to protest this new
depraved invasion, Jay expertly flicked his hips forward, burying his
long
invading pole between her wetly trembling lips and holding her head
rigidly between his hands so that there was no possibility of escape.
Disgust and revulsion swept over her and the doubly-penetrated woman
tried to wiggle free, but these men were real professionals, and she
only
succeeded in exciting them more. Gagging slightly at the unaccustomed
presence of this large unnatural object in her mouth, she could feel
the
length and the weight of the man's heatedly throbbing cock on the softness
of her tongue.
Jay's hands were entangled in her hair, and she knew from bitter
experience that he would not hesitate to hurt her in order to get his
way.
"Suck!" he commanded harshly, giving her long blonde locks
a slight
tug just to remind her of his mastery. "Suck me like you never
sucked
anyone before!"
Lynn was beyond resistance. It passed vaguely through her head that
she had broken off her love affair with Phil Agard because he had asked
her to perform this same vile unnatural act, and yet here she was, doing
it to a man she didn't even know.
But the tormented young girl no longer had a will of her own, and she
involuntarily began to do as she was told. Her tightly ovaled lips went
slowly to work, timidly nibbling at this strange hotly pulsating
instrument and she experimentally began to make use of her tongue,
whipping it back and forth over the broad pungent surface of his penis.
This was the punishment she had been longing for, and she accepted it
with
masochistic joy, knowing that she had finally hit bottom and there was
nowhere lower to go. They had broken her down to the bottom-most level
of
humanity ... she was worse than the lowest whore!
She tried desperately to think about something else: her home,
memories of school days, anything to keep from contemplating exactly
what
she was doing at that very moment. But the reality of her situation
was
too strong to be denied. She could smell the heavy sweat odor from the
man's sperm-filled testicles, and deep in her throat, she could already
taste the acrid seminal fluid issuing obscenely from the lust-swollen
cock-head. I'm actually sucking a man's cock! The thought caused a
sudden jolt of perverse excitement to ripple through her.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he was grunting almost painfully as he
tried to
bury himself inside of her, working like a demon to finish himself off
and
hardly noticing what was happening to the battered and abused body of
the
woman beneath him. Lynn's subserviently kneeling young body was suddenly
jerking and wantonly twisting, and moans flowed out of her cock-filled
mouth one after another without interruption. Her fair, naked flesh
shone
with a fine light layer of sweat, and her long blonde hair thrashed
back
and forth as strange torturous sensations raced overpoweringly through
her
shamelessly aroused body. The depraved thought of being fucked halt-to-
death by two strange men simultaneously, while a roomful of other people
looked on, had finally gotten to her ... and she was masochistically
racing towards the wildest orgasm of her entire young life.
Jay caught the mood of intense lust and doubled his own efforts,
surging in and out of the soft warm hole formed by her ovaled lips and
watching in a wanton excitement as the wetly glistening shaft of his
long
hard cock disappeared into her saliva-filled mouth. She was almost
driving him insane with pleasure.
"I'm cumming," she mumbled incoherently, her words distorted
by the
presence of Jay's massively thick penis between her sucking wet lips.
No
one heard her, but a special announcement was hardly necessary since
it
was perfectly obvious to everyone in the room what was happening to
the
kneeling young girl. Her straining, nakedly pulsating body rammed itself
savagely back into the loins of the man who was fucking so energetically
into her from behind, and she rotated her smooth rounded ass around
in
vicious little circles as if she were trying to suck the cum out of
him by
brute force.
The spasm hit and all the muscles in Lynn's lust-stricken body seemed
to go tight and tense at once, causing both men to groan simultaneously
as
her orgasm caught them off-balance. It was customary for porno-actresses
to simulate a moment of ecstasy at the end of the scene, but the two
actors both realized that there was nothing simulated about this. The
girl was cumming as if there were no tomorrow!
Nor were they destined to be far behind her. The quantity of saliva
in Lynn's mouth grew greater by the moment, becoming thick and pungent
With the emissions of lubricating fluid secreted by the glands in Jay's
wildly plunging cock. His hands were winding their way into the curls
in
her hair and he was pulling her head brutally up and down over his long
thrusting shaft as if her face was nothing more and nothing less than
another tight little cunt into which he could shoot the torrential waves
of his cum. Lynn could feel his lust-thickened penis expanding and
sweating until he had Filled her mouth completely, pushing farther and
farther into the gagging depths of her throat as if he intended to try
to
meet the other brutalizing cock which was pounding into her from the
other
end.
Rich the man behind her, had had a head start. but Jay beat him to
the finish line by a split-second, ramming his wildly jerking cock into
her throat until her nose was crushed up against the wiry curls of his
black pubic hair. Suddenly his massively pulsating cock began to explode
like a roman candle as he mumbled profanities into the air. The steaming
white cum poured into her furiously gulping mouth, causing her to gag
and
choke as she did her best to swallow every drop of this obscene, degrading
drink. It seemed to go on forever as her mouth filled with the thickly
heated fluid from his loins, and she gulped and swallowed like a real
slave, her mind almost completely destroyed by the shameful degradation
of
what these men were putting her through.
But then she was distracted by a grunt from behind her, and Lynn felt
Rich fuck violently into her one last time as far up inside of her
tormented young womb as he could go and then began spewing forth his
own
hot sticky cum. A warm pleasant sensation flooded over her as she felt
the semen flowing hotly into her from both ends and for a moment the
confused girl felt like one enormous cunt, available for all the men
in
the world to batter and pound, a bottomless receptacle for cum! The
thought triggered her second orgasm? and the second quickly ripened
into
a third.
"Cut!" cried the director and dimly in the distance, Lynn
saw the
short fat man smiling at her happily.
"Jesus Christ!" said Jay gleefully, carefully withdrawing
his slowly-
deflating cock from the girl's cum-filled mouth and getting casually
to
his feet.
"Another days another dollar," sighed Rich philosophically,
abruptly
removing his glistening drooping penis from her exhausted body. "Best
lay
I've had in years!"
"This kid's got what it takes," commented Kelly, getting up
off her
throne and lighting a filter cigarette as she hoisted up her royal robes
to avoid tripping on them. "Why don't we use her in the next flick
as the
lead, Phil? I like making money too much to be jealous."
Lynn said nothing. She was conscious and her mind was slowly
clearing as the cool air of the studio swept over her naked tortured
young
body, lying motionless in the pool of cum where the two actors had left
her, too tired and beaten to move, or even to close her widely-spread
legs.
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