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Matt did not have that many evenings to spend peacefully at
home
these days, and the cameraman was genuinely sorry to learn that Lynn
had
scheduled a working meeting of her charity group which was expected
to
last until late. Well, there was an evening full of good shows on the
television, he decided, so there was no reason to be bored. The
refrigerator was well stocked with ginger ale, and he decided to make
himself comfortable in the big easy chair by the fireplace and pleasantly
kill a few hours until his wife returned home from her night of doing
good.
After all, since it was he who had insisted that she become involved
in Church activities, he could hardly complain about the fact that she
had
thrown herself wholeheartedly into doing good deeds for the poor and
underprivileged. Tonight, they were supposed to be knitting mittens
for
Indonesian orphans and it occurred to the naive young husband that she
could just as easily knit mittens at home with him. But he wisely decided
not to interfere. Lynn had been acting so strangely recently!
For example, when he had gotten home from his trip to Saint Louis, he
had distinctly smelled liquor on her breath, and she had greeted him
at
the door wearing a tight mini-dress which was really far from proper,
'shocking' would have been a better term! He had no sooner put down
his
things and taken off his hat, when his sweet innocent young wife had
stripped off her already inadequate dress and hauled him into the bedroom
practically by force, clawing at his clothing as if she had completely
lost her mind and her sense of decency. As far as Matt was concerned,
love-making was a pleasant husbandly duty, one which he liked to perform
late at night with the lights out, just prior to dropping off to sleep.
He considered himself a good lover and a very virile man, but the subject
of sex did not occur to him very often. It was just something you did,
as
far as the cameraman was concerned, but nothing to get excited about.
Nevertheless, husbands have certain obligations, and inasmuch as she
seemed to want it in the worst way, he had allowed himself to be wrestled
into the bedroom and stood passively still while she stripped off his
suit
(throwing it, he noticed, on the floor, which was hardly the way to
treat
expensive clothing!). Then he climbed into bed beside her, covering
her
face with soft husbandly kisses.
To his enormous surprise, she did not seem to want his gentle
embraces, and squirmed around so that she was upside down, attempting
to
put her mouth directly on what Matt referred to as his 'genital organ'.
This was really too much! What had gotten into the girl? Firmly, he
had
pulled her back into the proper 'missionary' position, feeling his rapidly
awakening penis come to life as he crawled on top of her, penetrating
her
wetly ready vagina as usual.
But nothing seemed to satisfy her and Lynn had thrashed back and
forth, her long blonde hair whipping him in the face as he did his
conventional best to make love to her in the approved fashion.
"Harder, harder," she had pleaded with him, her face contorted
into
an unrecognizable mask of lust. "Fuck me harder, Matt! Oh, I need
it so
bad, darling. Fuck it harder."
Never in his entire life had the young cameraman heard such language
spoken by a well-brought up young married woman, and his erection wilted
a
little from the sheer shock of hearing his own sweet wife's voice use
these obscene words. But the gyrations of her nakedly panting body were
too fierce to be resisted, and he quickly regained his rigidness and
treed
to oblige, sliding in and out of her a little more rapidly and kissing
her
under the ear, something he had heard that women found hopelessly erotic.
But even this bold move seemed to be inadequate.
"Be rough with me," she had pleaded, her eyes glazed and unseeing.
"Hurt me if you want to!"
"But I don't want to," he had replied, perplexed at this strange
behavior, not having the remotest idea of how to go about hurting a
woman,
even had he wanted to.
Then, unexpectedly, her body had gone slack and she had burst into a
torrent of tears. Matt had continued to glide gently in and out of her,
but they both saw that it was useless. Feeling as if he had somehow
failed, the young husband took his timid orgasm and carefully withdrew
from her lust-ridden form, deciding that he would probably never really
understand women.
Later, she had thrown an old robe around her shoulders without
bothering even to put on her underwear, and flung herself unhappily
in
front of the fire, chain-smoking despite the fact that she knew perfectly
well it upset him to see her smoke. Matt had taken his usual place in
the
easy chair in front of the fire and told her about the high points of
the
pro game he had video-taped in Saint Louis, but even this had failed
to
arouse any apparent interest in her. Imagine not being interested in
a
pro game!
They ate a quiet dinner without much conversation, and then she
bathed and dressed to go to her charity meeting. While she was putting
on
her dress, Matt noticed a series of scratches on her back and legs,
and
considered asking her if she had fallen down the stairs, but given her
strange mood, he decided it would probably be better to say nothing.
She
left without saying goodby.
* * *
It came to her in a blinding flash of brilliance as she signaled
for
a taxi to take her to the studio. Agard was blackmailing her into doing
these sordid roles in his even-more sordid films, and she had falsely
assumed all along that there was nothing she could do about it. But
there
was! She suddenly realized what had been obvious all along, that she
could blackmail him right back, in fact, blackmail her way right out
from
under his iron domination. These films were certainly illegal, in fact,
criminal offenses and an anonymous telephone call to the local chief
of
police would land Mr. and Mrs. Agard in trouble up to their ears. She
would do this one last film, only if he promised that there would be
no
more in the future. After this, he had to leave her alone, because it
was
obvious that she could not go on fooling her husband forever. And Phil
Agard was getting careless, scheduling a film at a time when Matt was
in
town, and forcing her to invent that ridiculous pathetic story about
knitting mittens for the refugees.
Now, she had Phil where she wanted him, she was convinced! They
would have a little talk tonight before the shooting began and get matters
straightened out before the first scene. When tonight's work was over,
she would be a free woman, and she could go home and start picking up
the
pieces of her shattered life.
That was a bad scene with Matt, she thought unhappily, recalling
their unfortunate attempt at love-making. I'm going to have to educate
him a little in the fine acts of keeping a woman satisfied. Maybe there
are some books down at the bookstore that I could leave lying around
the
house.
"This is it, Lady," announced the cabby, pulling up in front
of WRT-
TV and turning on the lights. "Pardon me for asking, but you ain't
an
actress, are you?"
"Why no," Lynn responded hurriedly. "Whatever made you
think that?"
"I can't remember where, right now," confessed the cabdriver,
"but it
seems to me I've seen you in a movie."
"Must have been someone who looks like me," snapped Lynn in
irritation handing the man his fare. "I've never been in a movie
in my
life!"
"I wonder where it was," the cabby persisted. "I could
swear it was
..."
But Lynn had slammed the door and was walking quickly towards the
front doors of WRT-TV, wanting to get well away from the man before
he
remembered precisely where he had seen her: a pornographic video-tape.
This was another good reason to get away from Phil as soon as possible.
A
couple more of these skin-flicks and everybody in town would be
recognizing her and all sorts of unpleasant complications could arise.
* * *
"Is everything ready?" Agard wanted to know.
"Will be by shooting time," confirmed Lenny. "The boys
are working
on the set now and they'll be finished in a couple of minutes. I figure
we can start taping right after the midnight newscast. That okay with
you?"
"Sounds fine," answered the TV producer, leaning forward to
light his
wife's cigarette. "You got your lines memorized lovely?"
"You know I do, baby," purred the tough brunette. "But
I don't think
anybody's going to be looking at poor little me in this flick. Our little
friend Lynn should be the center of attraction."
"Speaking of Lynn, where is she?" Lenny wanted to know. "That
dumb
blonde ought to be here by now."
"She'll be here," predicted Agard confidently. "She knows
she's in
too deep to back out now. And besides that, we've done as neat a job
of
corrupting that chick as I've ever seen. She's still trying to salvage
her conscience, poor little bitch, but she's gotten to the point where
she
gets turned on only by the rough stuff. And with nobody but that
flatfooted husband of hers to turn to for satisfaction, I expect she's
all
set and ready to go for our little experiment tonight."
"How much are you going to tell her about the scene we're gonna
shoot?" Lenny inquired, lighting a fresh cigar.
"Same as last time," instructed the producer. "Nothing,
or at least
nothing true. I don't suppose we can use the story about everything
being
simulated again, so Kelly here can just explain that there'll be a simple
fuck scene with Rick. I don't think that will upset her too much."
"Wait till she sees who her partner is going to be!" laughed
Kelly in
cruel anticipation.
"Oh yeah, how is the big ape, anyway," Agard wanted to know.
"Freddy's fine," responded Kelly. "He's downstairs now
looking at
things and walking around drooling as usual. Good thing he doesn't have
to remember any lines. I've never seen anyone so stupid in my life.
I
don't think he really understands what's going on, but when we told
him he
could fuck a beautiful girl, he made happy noises, so I guess everything
is going to be all right."
"Everything's got to be all right," said Agard sternly. "We've
got a
lot of money riding on this flick."
* * *
Gene was a happy hippie. He had long dirty hair and sandals,
and all
the marijuana he could smoke, and to top it all off, a job where he
could
sit and listen to records all night and still get paid for it. Gene,
among other things, was the night watchman for WRT-TV, and his sole
responsibility was sitting in the control booth until the announcer
had
finished giving the midnight news, and then flip the switches which
would
close down the transmission system for the night. Once an hour
thereafter, Gene was supposed to walk around the studio and check to
make
sure everything was quiet, and the rest of the time, he could play rock
and roll records on the studio's turn-table and smoke marijuana, the
two
things he loved best in the world.
Recently, Mr. Agard had been working late in the shooting studio, and
Gene had been told to stay out, which further reduced his responsibilities
and gave him more time to indulge in his two favorite pastimes. But
Gene
had a certain sense of duty, and he bravely refrained from getting high
on
marijuana until after the news, fearful that if he got too stoned, he
might forget to flick the switch and let the television studio transmit
dead air all night long, a tremendous waste of money.
Tonight, unfortunately, Gene was feeling somewhat more reckless.
Impatiently he slumped in his chair, watching the pro game from Saint
Louis which was boring him stiff. Suddenly it occurred to him that he
might like football a little better if he tried watching it stoned,
and
before his scruples could intervene, Gene had a marijuana cigarette
dangling between his lips.
Ah, look at those funny little men chase that funny looking ball
around, he thought, feeling his mind slip comfortably out of gear. This
is going to be a terrific night!
* * *
"Well, I can't make any promises, and I assure you that
I don't like
being threatened and blackmailed like this," complained Agard with
a hurt
tone of voice. "After all, there was a time when we meant something
to
one another, Lynn."
Lynn was surprised to find that there was no sensation of triumph
inside of her, despite the fact that she had expected to feel relieved
and
happy at finally having had the courage to stand up to this man and
lay
her cards upon the table.
"Well, what do you think you've been doing to me all along,"
she
counter-attacked. "If threatening to tell Matt wasn't blackmail,
what
is?"
"Oh, surely you never took me seriously, sweetheart," Agard
purred,
making an effort to turn on the charm. "You know that your happiness
is
very important to me! It's just that I think you might be just what
the
doctor ordered. Come on, honey, fess up. Is Matt any good in bed?"
"How dare you ask that question?" she snapped back at him,
feeling
tears come into her eyes.
"That's all the answer I needed," Phil nodded. "A fine
fellow, Matt,
but short on imagination ... I would say. You need more than one man
to
keep you happy, lovely, believe me. I understand girls like you."
"Oh, I hate you!" she hurled at him, somehow feeling that
this double
talking monster was once more getting the upper hand.
"Now you don't mean that, Phil, kissed her chastely on the forehead.
"Come on now, love, get into your costume. We've got a nice gentle
love
scene with Rick arranged and when you see how lovely you look on tape,
you'll want to sign a life-time contract with us."
"Just remember what I said, Phil Agard," she sobbed as he
gently
maneuvered her into her dressing room. "If you don't let me go
after this
picture, I'm going to call the police!"
"Sure, sure, honey," he calmed her. "Don't worry about
a thing."
Closing the door behind her, a frown immediately creased the
producer's features, and he hurried down onto the set, his eyes busily
sweeping the room to make sure everything was in order. The scene they
intended to shoot involved a torture chamber and the studio's technicians
had assembled a terrifying collection of whips, ropes, chains and other
implements of torment. In the center of the set stood the largest man
any
of them had ever seen, gazing stupidly at the cameras and lights with
an
idiotic, bewildered expression on his face.
"How are you doing, Freddy?" asked Agard, craning his neck
to look up
at the monster.
"Uh, okay Mister Agard," drawled the mentally deficient youth
slowly,
turning his massive frame around to face the man who had promised him
money for the privilege of being able to make love to a beautiful young
girl. Freddy liked girls, but in his twenty years of existence, he had
never succeeded in getting even close to one, much less into bed. Built
like a gorilla and not bright enough to hold down a steady job, the
poor
unfortunate had been digging ditches outside the studio when the TV
producer had made this stunning offer.
"Good, now I must explain something to you, Freddy," said
Phil
carefully, speaking slowly to allow his words to penetrate the idiot's
thick skull. "You know Kelly, the nice lady who always talks to
you?"
"Yeah!" affirmed the giant stupidly. "Freddy fuck Kelly?"
"No!" corrected Agard hurriedly, wanting to be absolutely
sure he got
everything straight.
"No, Freddy fuck girl named Lynn, but Freddy must obey Kelly. Lynn
will pretend to be afraid, Freddy and she will tell you to stop and
go
away. But you must not listen to her. Listen to Kelly. Kelly is the
boss. Understand?"
Freddy shook his head slowly, and Agard ran his fingers through his
hair in desperation. A few years back the doctors had done an operation
on Freddy's brain to render him completely docile and unaggressive,
accurately guessing that someone with his massive strength and low level
of intelligence could be a potential menace to society. After the
operation, Freddy had become extremely gentle and lacked any capacity
whatsoever for anger or violence. Agard realized that if Lynn began
screaming for help, the big but sensitive jerk might become frightened
and
stop, which was precisely what they had to avoid. He decided to make
one
more stab at explaining.
"Freddy, listen to Phil," he tried again. "We are going
to play a
joke on our friend. Lynn really likes to be fucked by big boys like
you,
in fact she told me so just a few minutes ago."
"Lynn like Freddy?" the giant asked in surprise.
"Lynn really likes Freddy," confirmed Phil evilly, "but
Lynn will
pretend she doesn't like Freddy. Kelly will tell you what to do and
you
must do it, even if Lynn says no, because Lynn won't really mean it!"
This
speech did not make a great deal of sense even to Agard himself, but
it
seemed to satisfy the gorilla who nodded happily.
"Okay now Freddy, you take your clothes and stand over there,"
Phil
directed.
"Freddy take off clothes?" questioned the imbecile, who had
received
many a lecture on this subject at the home for mentally deficient children
where he had been raised. They had always told him to keep his clothing
on in public.
"It's part of the joke, Freddy," urged Agard convincingly.
"It won't
be funny if you don't take off your clothes."
Freddy nodded dubiously and began removing his pants, clumsily
attempting to balance on one leg. In the end he had to sit down on the
floor to deal with the complicated problems of his shoe laces, and Agard
shook his head in amazement.
"Ready to go?" called Lenny, already perched behind a camera.
"I'm set," chimed in Kelly, emerging from her dressing room.
The
older actress was dressed in a bizarre costume featuring riding boots
and
tight, form-fitting pants, topped by a man's shirt, tie, and coat, all
tailored to emphasize her voluptuous figure, but conveying the impression
of a woman who enjoyed cruelty and perversions, with just a hint of
Lesbianism thrown in for effect. In her hand, she carried a whip.
"How do I look?"
"Great, but you're going to scare the shit out of the waitress
when
we go for pizza later," commented her husband. "Where's Miss
Lynn?"
"Here I am," responded the girl calmly, appearing at his elbow,
dressed in an attractive white robe which covered her from shoulder
to
ankle. The young wife was under no illusions about being able to wear
this pleasant garment much longer, but for the moment, it gave her a
warm
and comforting sensation of being protected.
"Who's that?" she asked in sudden alarm as she caught a glimpse
of
Freddy, who had removed one shoe successfully and was now attacking
the
other one with fierce concentration.
"Oh, just an extra," Phil reassured her hastily. "We
thought it
would be amusing to have a naked giant in the background."
"Oh," mumbled Lynn, not totally convinced. "Well, what
do I have to
do?"
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"Okay, now we want your reactions spontaneous, as usual,
so just walk
on to the set with Rick and follow his lead from there."
Lynn nodded and turned to link arms with Rick who appeared dressed in
a normal business suit. He looked particularly handsome, and the young
wife found herself becoming excited ahead of time at the prospects of
being able to make love to this sexy muscular man. They exchanged winks
and stepped off the set to await their cue.
Meanwhile two technicians assisted Freddy with his underwear, and
when he was naked, they marched him up to the wall of the set and chained
him to a large steel post which had erected for that purpose, explaining
at the same time that this was all part of the 'joke.' Freddy smiled
agreeably, happy to be liked and accepted by all these nice people.
When the technicians stepped aside and Lynn was faintly able to see
the length and breath of the giant's body, she drew her breath in sharply.
"My God, look at him, Rick," she whispered. "Did you
ever see
anything so huge in your life?"
The male actor knew what she was talking about; Freddy was big all
over, but the young girl was obviously referring to the giant's massive
great penis which was bigger in the relaxed state than the average man's
erection. The monstrous dangling object lolled between his legs like
an
enormous sausage, but he showed no signs of arousal as of yet.
"Don't worry, they've got him chained up," Rick calmed her
insincerely.
"Positions, everybody!" bellowed Lenny as the red lights on
the
television cameras went on. Kelly started the action, pacing back and
forth impatiently, striking the palm of her hand with the short, wicked-
looking whip which she carried. A technician imitated the sound of a
fist
knocking at a door, and Kelly looked up expectantly.
"Come in!" she ordered in a low throaty voice.
Lynn felt a pressure on her elbow and allowed Rick to lead her onto
the set.
"Here is the young lady I spoke to you about," announced Rick,
bowing
slightly as he delivered his lines. "I trust she will be adequate,
Madame?"
Kelly walked critically around Lynn, looking at her from all sides,
and then spoke sharply.
"Perhaps, but it is difficult to tell when she is completely draped
in cloth!" she snapped harshly. "Denude her!"
Lynn sighed as Rich expertly began to disrobe her lushly ripened
body. It had been nice while it lasted, she thought. But by this time,
the prospect of being naked in front of a group of people did not upset
her the way it had at first. In fact, she felt a warm sensuous feeling
start to build up in her loins and the thought that she would soon be
in
Rick's arms appealed to her enormously. The male actor undid a fastening
at the back, and the long white garment collapsed on the floor, leaving
her perfectly naked. Kelly continued to study her critically, nodding
with approval as she touched Lynn's high-set pendulous breasts with
the
tip of her whip.
"She will do. You approve, my son?" she called to the giant
idiot
who was still chained to the wall. Freddy evidently approved, grinning
from ear to ear, and his cock jerked slightly as the sight of this
perfectly formed young beauty entered his thick sluggish brain.
"Do me the kindness of chaining her up before you leave,"
instructed
Kelly in an imperious tone of voice. "I shall need my energy later
for
other activities."
This confused the young actress. Rick was not scheduled to leave was
he? And why should she be chained? But she could hardly interrupt the
scene to inquire about the plot, so she willingly followed the young
male
porno-star to a mat on the floor. Attached to a ring in the floor, was
a
long silver chain which was in turn connected to a dog collar. After
forcing her gently to her knees, Rick fastened the dog collar around
her
neck.
"Thank you, my good man," Kelly dismissed him regally. "You
will
receive my check in the mail, as usual."
Smiling and bowing, Rick left the set, deserting the startled Lynn
who was beginning to have severe second thoughts about this whole
business. Her thoughts were interrupted by the flick of Kelly's whip
which sailed through the air out of nowhere and caught her on the right
buttock, forcing a shrill yelp to her lips.
"What? I won't stand for that!" she screamed, deciding to
end this
whole business once and for all. "Touch me once again with that
thing and
I'm going to call the police!" Lynn realized she was wrecking their
video-tape, but she no longer cared. No one had said anything to her
about submitting to a whipping. A nice gentle love scene was what Phil
had promised.
"Call the police, will you?" responded Kelly viciously, still
speaking in the same throaty masculine voice. And before Lynn could
dodge
or protect herself, the whip flashed through the air a second time,
catching the tortured girl cleanly across her white tender back.
"AAAaaagggggh!" Lynn screamed in agony, her mind in a jumble.
This
whole business no longer made sense! Why were the cameras still turning
when she had made a direct reference to calling the police? Why wasn't
Phil up here trying to soothe her injured feelings and talk her out
of it?
The whip fell again.
"STOP! Goddamn you!" she screamed. "Let me go! I didn't
come here
for this. They said I would just have to make love ...!"
Inexorably, the whip descended another time, this time angling in
from the side to flick against the tip of Lynn's sensitive left breast,
bringing a groan of agony to her lips. The pain seemed to clear her
mind,
and suddenly it all became perfectly obvious why they had not stopped
the
cameras and why they had no intention of stopping them. Everything she
had said and done this far was perfectly in keeping with the character
she
was unwittingly playing. She was a prostitute, tempted in off the street
to this torture chamber with the promise of money. Naturally she would
threaten to call the police. They had tricked her again!
But the scene was going ahead rapidly, with or without her consent.
The whipping had stopped, momentarily, and Kelly was standing next to
the
post to which Freddy was chained.
"Isn't she lovely, Freddy?" the older actress purred, her
hand
reaching down to stroke the idiot's giant genital organ.
"Freddy fuck girl," came the monster's stupid reply. His eyes
were
glowing with lust, and his face bore a happy smile, knowing that he
was
taking part in this elaborate joke. He now remembered clearly what Phil
had said about obeying Kelly and not the girl.
"That's right, Freddy," murmured the actress in her ear. "But
you
must do it exactly the way I tell you, or the girl will not be happy.
Do
you understand?"
"Freddy un'erstan'" grumbled the giant, straining at the chain
which
held him back. With a quick practiced motion of her hand, Kelly reached
up behind him and unfastened the chain, freeing the giant from all
restraint. His monstrously thick cock swaying menacingly between his
legs, the imbecile hunkered across the floor, his beady eyes fastened
on
Lynn's nakedly ripe young body.
"Now we're going to have a little fun, my friend," Kelly informed
the
intimidated girl sadistically, reaching down to seize her by the hair,
and
waving the whip threateningly over her. "My little boy likes girl's
like
you, and as a good mother, I try to keep him amused. I'm sure you don't
mind."
"Don't you let him near me," spat Lynn from between gritted
teeth,
but Kelly ignored her completely, turning her attention to Freddy who
was
devouring the girl with his eyes, but not yet daring to touch her.
"You like her, Freddy--darling?" Kelly asked coyly, despite
the fact
that it was obvious from the idiot's eyes that he was entranced.
"Freddy like!" affirmed the monster.
"You haven't seen the half of her yet, my darling," continued
Kelly
cruelly. "Show him what you have to offer, love," she ordered
Lynn, who
shot a hate-filled glance at her and did not move, keeping her knees
pinned tightly together and her hands crossed across her full, lushly
swelling breasts. The whip whistled through the air and slashed across
her back.
"Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" Lynn reacted promptly.
"I told you to show Freddy what you have to offer him," ordered
the
sadistic woman a second time. "Do I have to beat you to death?
Your
situation is hopeless, any dear, and your only hope for salvation lies
in
total submission!"
* * *
Oh wow, oh wow, Gene was grooving high and happy on the latest
long
play by the Reckless Climax, the newest and hottest folk-rock-acid-stoned-
soul group from the Farout West Coast. Gene's mind was a thousand miles
in the blue as he finished his third marijuana cigarette and his feet
had
not touched the ground since the announcer had finished the newscast,
wished everyone a pleasant evening, and gone home to his wife. Gene
could
care less, and the happy hippy lounged back in the padded chair, his
mind
bouncing from nonsense to nonsense like a mouse in a cheese factory,
forgetting about all the tiresome boring things of this square, unhip,
ungroovy universe, most particularly, the switch which de-activated
WRT-
TV's transmission equipment for the night.
This was to prove most unfortunate.
* * *
Matt stirred into life just as the newscast was ending and
realized
that he had doted off to sleep, his half-finished glass of ginger-ale
in
his hand. News did not interest him generally, and he was not sorry
to
have missed the newscast, and started telling himself that he ought
to get
up and turn off the set. WRT-TV had finished its series of programs
for
the day and nothing more would be broadcast on this channel until tomorrow
morning when General George, hopefully almost sober, would burst into
the
airwaves with stories and songs for the little folks. But Matt was tired,
and he decided to rest a minute longer before getting up to turn off
the
set. This too was unfortunate.
* * *
"Please ... Lynn had started to say, but she saw the
whip cutting
cruelly through the air again, and squirmed desperately in a futile
attempt to escape that dreadful sting.
"Agh!" she groaned as the whip found it's mark, raising a
welt along
the length of her creamy smooth thigh.
"Open up, bitch!" Kelly was commanding, and the tormented
young woman
realized that anything was better than the lash again. She timidly spread
her legs, sitting back and allowing the giant's dim-witted eyes to focus
on the tiny tight opening almost hidden by the sparse pelt of softly
curling pussy hair between her long tapered legs.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm, look at that Freddy," Kelly prodded the stupid
youth
evilly. 'Did you ever see anything like that before? Wait my son, I'll
show you something even more interesting." She raised the whip
threateningly. "Turn over, bitch. Show him everything."
As Lynn saw the whip hover over her, fear took possession of her
mind, and she quickly obeyed, not understanding precisely what she was
supposed to show but flopping hastily over on her stomach anyway.
"Spread'em!" came the lewd command.
Anguish in her heart, Lynn slowly separated her trembling legs, and
instantly felt Kelly and the giant crouching down beside her, menancingly
leaning over her nakedly helpless body. Suddenly a woman's hand invaded
the delicate flesh surrounding her vagina.
"See, isn't this nice down here, Freddy? UMMMMMMH, how big your
cock
is getting, my fine, handsome son. Lynn would be so happy to have you
make love to her, Freddy, only she's too shy to ask you for it. Just
go
ahead and fuck her, Freddy. She really likes you."
"Freddy fuck girl?" grumbled the monster dubiously, not quite
able to
convince his sluggish brain that happiness like this was possible for
someone like him. Kelly guided him into position, her fingers were
wandering lewdly and the chained young wife shivered with terror as
she
felt the older woman separating the fearfully trembling cheeks of her
buttocks. A soft finger swept over her tightly puckered little anus.
"Do you know how to do it, Freddy?" whispered the actress
lustily,
her hand kneading and twisting Lynn's soft, smoothly rounded buttocks
without mercy. "Do you know where to put it, that big beautiful
hard
thing you have?"
No, no, no! Lynn was screaming inside of her head, her hands
uselessly clawing at the dog collar in a first futile attempt to break
away from her torturers.
"Of course you do," Kelly continued, in the same sugary voice.
"You
put it right here, in this little round hole. Lynn will really like
that,
Freddy. You'll make her so happy."
The young wife froze with sudden fear. Kelly was not touching her
open empty vagina as she spoke, her fingers were lecherously caressing
the
tight rubbery ring of her anus.
"Noooooooooo! not there. Noooooo!" she screamed, but Freddy
had been
told to listen to Kelly and do whatever he was told, and the young man
obeyed instructions to the letter, too ignorant to dream of trying to
think for himself. Lynn felt Kelly's hands move quickly away, replaced
almost immediately by the giant's wetly slavering lips as Freddy thrust
his face into the crevice separating her frantically cringing buttocks.
The monster had lost control, and he was biting and licking wildly,
his
massive hands pinning her to the floor and his fingers inching their
way
into the warm moistness of her hotly quivering vagina.
The pain was getting fierce and Lynn knew, this time with certainty,
that she had found the bottom of the barrel at last. Freddy was moving
in
steadily, forcing her knees apart as he opened her up with unconscious
roughness, his finger now prodding and poling at the tiny brown hole,
causing the nakedly kneeling wife to jerk forward spasmodically each
time
with the unexpected pain.
"Open up to him," warned Kelly her voice steady and menacing.
"Open
or we use that whip again."
It made little difference in fact whether Lynn cooperated or not,
since Freddy by this point was taking matters into his own hands. One
huge finger had already penetrated the fragile elastic ring and he was
working it around methodically inside the moistly heated depths of her
rectum. She groaned pathetically and lowered her face to the floor,
trying desperately to relax her stunned body in order to minimize the
pain
when he came pounding into her. Lynn had never in her life even heard
of
such a thing, and she could hardly make herself believe that this sordid
sodomy was actually happening to her, Lynn Langley, the blonde housewife
married to a TV cameraman. But if she had any doubts about the reality
of
her situation, they were soon washed away. Freddy added a second finger
to the first and began thrusting the two in and out of her tightly-clasped
anal passage with even greater vigor, and Lynn was forced to jerk her
naked young buttocks back and forth in a futile attempt to escape the
pain.
"Come on, my handsome son," urged Kelly obscenely. "Can't
you see
she's ready to go?"
The giant grunted in agreement and jerked his fingers abruptly from
the tortured anal crevice and grasped his own massively throbbing
instrument, now fully aroused. Gleefully he moved forward. He was going
to make Lynn happy and he was proud of his fine big cock, the biggest
one-
-they had told him--that anyone at the studio had ever seen. He would
be
able to make her happy with this, they had assured him, and Freddy
believed that it was true.
Her position was not right, he sensed, and so the muscular giant
easily hoisted her up on her hands and knees, simultaneously pressing
forward into her tormented backside with his broad, lust-swollen cock,
instinctively feeling for the opening.
Given his total lack of experience, it was amazing that he found it
as quickly as he did. The tight sphincter muscles offered all the
resistance within their feeble power, but the contest was clearly unequal.
With the clumsiness which comes with unnaturally great strength, he
pushed
forward, harder and harder, until he felt the tight elastic ring of
her
anus beginning to cave inward. A broad contented smile crossed his face
as the dim-witted monster realized that he was about to have the first
sexual experience of his tragic life, and he shoved all the harder for
joy, ignoring her agonized screams for mercy as he did.
* * *
It was the screaming which awoke Matt, finally, and he sat
bolt
upright in his chair, thinking at first that it was much earlier in
the
evening than it really was, and WRT-TV was featuring a Western or a
murder
movie. He rubbed his eyes in confusion and focused unsteadily on the
screen. What was this? He slid off his chair in alarm and crouched on
his haunches in front of the TV set. No it couldn't be! This was a
nightmare! Unless his eyes were deceiving him, he was watching a frail-
bodied young blonde woman being sodomized by a giant! But this was no
nightmare, he was wide awake, and he was really seeing what he was seeing.
The television cameraman was stunned for a moment, unable to think of
any possible explanation for this incredible phenomenon. He checked
the
channel setting and discovered that the set was still tuned to WRT-TV.
He
checked his watch and realized that his station should have been off
the
air a half-hour ago. The only explanation was that some depraved
television employee was broadcasting this filth on WRT-TV's airwaves,
for
some incomprehensible motive. For the good name of the station he had
to
do something fast, before someone saw this monstrous business and called
the police. Matt jumped for the phone to call Phil Agard's home.
* * *
The spasm of pain was unbearable, and the nakedly chained
young wife
twisted and screamed, bellowing so loudly that the technicians, smiling
lewdly at one another, turned down the sound to protect the ears of
their
future viewers. Lynn's frantically quivering buttocks seemed to be on
fire, and she wiggled and squirmed like a creature possessed, not capable
of rational thought and driven only by an overwhelming need to free
her
poor fragmented anus from the tree trunk which had suddenly been rammed
up
inside of it. She bucked back at him with all the strength on her nakedly
straining body, but her frail muscles were no match for the three hundred
pound giant of a man who had thrown himself on top of her.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh, Oh God!" she beseeched, feeling as if this
dreadful impalement had reduced her to something less than human.
Freddy skewered himself forward another time, drops of saliva
drooling from his open mouth and onto her white naked back as he
instinctively established a rhythm and began fucking steadily in and
out
of her heatedly clenched rectum with steady regular strokes.
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