Pain Becomes Her
(M+/FF, pain, hum, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

It was too early to go to bed and too late to get dressed and go out, assuming she could think of somewhere she wanted to go, so Arla Eisenberg found herself wandering aimlessly through the house in her nightdress half-heartedly tidying up the living room and wondering if she could get some money out of her husband, Matt, for some new curtains. The night was uncomfortably warm and humid, and she knew that it would be impossible to sleep with the hot south wind blowing into the bedroom window. Arla always found it difficult to doze off when her husband was away, and these days the TV studio seemed to be sending him out of town more and more frequently to film track meets, high school football games, boxing matches, and anything else in the sports world which might conceivably interest the athletically minded viewers of KCTW-TV, the local television.

Depressed and feeling a slight headache coming on, Arla meandered lazily into the bedroom and threw herself unhappily on the big double bed, her long blonde hair spraying out against the whiteness of the pillow. The breeze from the window was hot, but moving air of any temperature was refreshing, and she enjoyed the feeling of the wind caressing her lightly clad body.

Arla had the stunning voluptuous figure of a young Greek goddess, and a professional photographer would have immediately noticed that this was an exceptional-looking girl and reached for his camera. The filmy silk nightgown barely hid her high-set widely spaced breasts and the flimsy material was translucent, revealing her extremely puffy, rose-tipped nipples. The nightie was tight and form fitted, dutifully following the breathtaking curves of her ripe EE-cup breasts, flowing over a flat smooth stomach down to full firm thighs and the inviting brown patch of soft pubic hair up between her long tapered legs. There was no question about it; this was a woman worth looking at, and men normally took the opportunity to do just that whenever she passed their way.

But on this hot evening, Arla's smoothly chiseled features were marred by a frown, and the restless dissatisfaction she was feeling showed clearly in her large hazel eyes. Arla could not put her finger exactly on the cause of her unhappiness because it seemed that everything that had ever worried and troubled her in the past was coming back to haunt her tonight. Why did Matt have to be out of town whenever she really needed him to cheer her up? On a night like this, they should be mixing drinks, taking cool showers, and making love until they had tired themselves out enough to sleep. Instead, she was alone and love-making was out of the question for three more days!

The voluptuously attractive young wife shook her head to drive away the bad thoughts which were tormenting her mercilessly and decided to wash her face with cold water. Why did it have to be like this? Other women managed to forget their premarital love affairs, marry good honest men like Matt and then settle down, happy and content for the rest of their lives. If she had only listened to what her mother had taught her as a child she would never have gotten herself involved with a character like Ned Giorgio to begin with, and she would never have learned to be dissatisfied with a fine upstanding individual like her husband. She should have gone to her wedding a virgin and not a slightly used kept woman with remorse for the past and continual worries about the future.

She washed her face without feeling much better for it and returned to her bed, knowing in advance that she would never be able to get to sleep as long as she was in this condition. Small beads of sweat were already forming all over her body, and she realized instinctively that the evening's heat was only half of the explanation, the other half being too shameful to admit even to herself. She was aroused, excited! She needed some physical satisfaction, and there was none in sight!

Somehow, as the languid, sexually deprived woman sprawled on her bed, the thin fabric of her shortie nightgown landed high on the flat tantalizing plane of her stomach, exposing the softly tempting darkness between her slightly spread legs. Beneath the fine flaxen hair of her pubic mound, the warm south wind swept boldly over the thin hairy slit of her open loins.

And it felt good! She was so turned on tonight that even the delicate impersonal touch of the wind was sensual, and she spread her lithe, tapered legs even farther apart, baring the whole moist crevice of her cunt to the hot breeze from the window. Then, with an abrupt gesture, she raised the firmly rounded half-moons of her asscheeks off the surface of the mattress and slid the nightie up over the rising mounds of her breasts. A moment later, she removed the gown completely, wanting to let the hot, lust-inciting wind caress her totally naked body.

Oh, God, what the hell am I doing, she moaned to herself in anguish. A couple of days without my husband, and here I am, acting like a sex- starved teenager! Arla, when will you ever grow up?

Then, without warning, a terrible temptation swept over her. It was something she had not done since she had married and something she had sworn she would never do again, but she knew even as she battled against it that the temptation was going to win and her willpower would lose! Tonight she was going to get that old diary out of the desk and retread it again!

No sooner had the thought struck her mind than she was on her feet, finding the key in her purse and fitting it deftly to the desk drawer where she kept her personal papers. Like most romantically inclined young women, Arla had scrupulously kept a diary during her teenage years, recording those very special events like her first date, her first kiss, and even her first sexual experiences. And even after she had gone to work as a secretary at KCTW-TV and gotten involved in her disastrous love affair with Ned Giorgio, the president and manager of the television station, she had continued to write jotting down what they had said and done to one another during the most intimate moments of their association. Later, when the affair was obviously going sour, she had clung to the diary as if it were her only friend, confiding everything in the crude vulgar explicit language which Ned himself used and had taught her to use. Her marriage to Matt had brought an end to diary writing, and she had told herself on her wedding night that all that childish foolishness was now behind her forever. She had even considered burning the book to prevent Matt from ever stumbling upon this record of sin and degradation, thus finding out just how his innocent little wife behaved before their marriage!

But, unfortunately, she had never had the courage to burn it and now her hands trembled slightly as she held it before her for the first time in four years. She opened it at random:

I felt my body turning on like an electric light! It didn't hurt any more and there was a strange restless tingle running maddeningly up and down my backbone as he crushed fiercely into me... all the nerve endings in my body were going off like sirens and my hot gaping little cant felt as if it were going to explode. I called his name over and over again like a crazy woman and he put his hand over my mouth to keep the neighbors from finding out that my boyfriend was not only a married man but the director of the Television station. Everybody knew Ned and he was always afraid of a scandal!

And when he really got started, I was rotating my hips recklessly from side to side, trying to excite him as much as I could, and deep, deep inside my stretched, battered vagina, I could feel his hard impaling cock stuck all the way up in me like a sword thrust into a sheath, so far in that the thick red tip of his manhood was rubbing torturously against my cervix. I never felt so absolutely filled in my entire life and my tender little pussy seemed as though it was being shattered into a thousand pieces! I treed to hold my shivering, quaking body still and not make a complete fool of myself, but the piteous groans just kept coming out of my mouth, one after another, and I seemed to have lost control over my legs because they were splayed out wildly on either side of his long jerking pole, and my whole body was bucking and heaving like mad. I couldn't help myself! It was as if he had climbed right up inside my cant!

Ned could hardly hide the sadistic grin on his face when he saw that I was coming on like an express train. Ned is cruel, really, because he makes me cum again and again, even after I'm tired, and he makes me lose control of myself completely so that I end up every evening in bed with him acting like a lust-driven animal instead of an intelligent human being. And it was no different tonight. I could feel the fluttering little muscles inside of my cant starting to palpitate and nibble at his cock the way they do when I'm getting ready to cum and the lips of my convulsing vagina were all dilated and wet while he pumped his hot searing sperm into me so savagely that I thought he was going to tear me apart.

A tear rolled down off her cheek and moistened the page she was reading as Arla found herself wondering how a well brought-up girl who was supposed to know right from wrong could ever have put pen to paper and written such awful, obscene? disgusting things. It was bad enough to have done what she had done with Ned, but to have written about them afterwards!

For a moment, she almost felt that she now possessed the courage to carry this horribly incriminating document into the bathroom and flush it down the toilet page by page. But instead she read on, possessed by a strange masochistic desire to torture herself even more, and she flipped through a few pages of the diary to read her recollections of another passionate steamy night in bed with the television executive who she had served as lover and secretary for a torrid six month period.

Somehow, I'll never be able to forget his cock if I live to be a thousand. It's impossible to describe, but tonight it looked just like an enormous medieval cannon about to fire. I tried not to look at it, but every time I see Ned naked and aroused like that, I can't take my eyes off of his groin, wondering how it is possible for that battering ram to fit up inside my poor tormented body. Every time he throws himself on top of me, I know it's going to hurt like hell when he comes pounding savagely into me, and every time I go ahead and let him do it anyway. Tonight, he was in a real hurry and couldn't be bothered with any of the usual preliminaries... Without so much as saying hello, he pushed me backwards onto the bed with a kind of snarl and climbed on top of my naked body like a wild animal in the mating season and I could feel his hard chest crushing into the softness of my breasts while he probed between my outstretched legs for the tender hair- covered entrance to my eagerly waiting vagina. I should have been happy, I suppose, but somehow this perverse brutality excited me so much that I could hardly breathe and I sucked his tongue into my mouth and thrust my pelvis up against him, wanting that long fat penis inside of me like I had never wanted it before.

It seems crazy to be writing this down on paper, but suddenly I felt my body was just an enormous cant! I was a great big unexplored underground cavern that had to be penetrated and Ned was the brave explorer who was going to march inside of me with his whole body and explore every inch of me! I was going crazy and I almost screamed when I felt the broad, blood-filled tip of his cock jostle against the ragged edges of my vagina, searching impatiently for the opening and teasing the tiny pulsating button of my clit. Then he found what he was looking for and shoved! Every time Ned comes skewering into me, I think he's going to split me in two and tonight it was no different. He brutally flicked his hips forward with that funny sadistic grin he has, knowing that he's hurting me and not caring at all, his long fierce cudgel ramming into me to the hilt, so far and so fast that I could feel his balls slapping against my backside as he stretched the rubbery elastic flesh of my battered abused cant almost to the bursting point.

But the pain went away quickly tonight and when it was almost gone, he started sawing in and out of my cruelly stretched pussy as if his life depended upon it. Like always, I began to lose control all over again, and tingles of happy submission came rushing up and down my backbone. My hips started to grind into the mattress as if I wanted to bore a hole in it, and I couldn't keep my silly mouth from babbling obscene dreadful things in his ear, asking him to Suck me harder and deeper, and using other words I can't even bring myself to write down on paper.

Before I could get my wits together, sparks started to fly and it happened to me, like always. The moment I felt his fat muscular cock get stiff and hard, and the hot sticky cum start pouring into me, filling me to the brim, a thousand Any sparks seemed to go floating merrily all through my body. My strength disappeared and he creamed into me like a madman while I lay moaning on the bed, with my legs curled tightly around his back.

Arla found herself blushing furiously almost as if she were reading these shameful phrases aloud to a group of her friends and the young wife looked around her empty bedroom in fright, half expecting to see her quiet, mild mannered husband sitting in his easy chair next to the bed and demanding an explanation. No, there was no question about it, she told herself with an effort to firmness, it was too dangerous to leave this book in existence. Matt was hardly the type to go prying through her private things, but if he should happen some day to discover these words, it would be all over between them. Perhaps their marriage had been a little dull sexually as far as Arla was concerned, but Matt seemed to be satisfied and happy; and she knew that his sense of morality and decency would never permit him to live together with a woman who was capable of writing such depraved unholy words as these. The book had to be destroyed!

Nakedly, the young wife walked to the bathroom, now determined to burn the diary page by page and flush the ashes down the toilet so that her descriptions of the last orgies with Ned Giorgio would be gone forever and a whole shameful chapter of her life would be erased completely. She perched on the edge of the tub and balanced the diary on one naked knee with a book of matches on the other. Trying to keep her courage up, she tore out the first few pages and set them ablaze, choking a little on the thick smoke which immediately filled the bathroom and trying not to yield to the overpowering temptation to read any more of this record of degeneracy and sin. Tears running freely down her cheeks, she resolutely burned her way through the entire six months of her affair with the TV executive, keeping the book upside down so that her eyes could not accidentally pick up some stray phrase or passage which might set her off again. Then she came to the last entry, the one she had written after her last meeting with Ned, the night before she had accepted her husband's offer of marriage. She had to see it one more time and she knew that rereading what had happened between them one last time would give her the moral strength she needed to go ahead and finish the job. Her fingers trembled as she held the last remaining pages up to the bathroom light.

Ned came by after work as promised. He has always been a little rough with me, but actually it was part of the attraction, and I can't deny that usually it excites me. But lately he has been growing... how should I say it?... a little perverse, wanting me to do certain things that I could never force myself to do. It's bad enough having a love affair with a married man, but Ned seems to want things from me that no decent woman would do, even with her own husband. Tonight it was worse than ever.

He never even gave me time to undress, and when I protested the fact that he was ripping my clothes to shreds, he hit me across the mouth, hard, and I still have a red mark there. Then he said that he was tired of messing around and told me that a man like him needed some real action once in a while. I was so upset that I began to cry and he grabbed me by the arms and forced me down on my knees in front of him. I was shaking so badly I thought I was going to fall on my face, but I managed to get hold of myself, thinking he was only a little drunk, and I hung onto his legs while he undressed.

His penis was already erected, and I had never seen it so close before. There were long blue veins on the underside, running all of the way from the thick black pats h of pubic hair around the thick shaft of his cock out to the red, blood-engorged bulbous gland which was swinging menacingly only inches from my parted lips. I felt his hands in my hair, pulling me steadily closer and he kept telling me to open my mouth... I didn't quite understand, but there was a horrible suspicion forming in the back of my mind, a horrible desperate fear that perhaps he wanted me to take his penis into my mouth! Then it came to me in a flash and I suddenly understood that Ned wanted me to suck him! He wanted to use my mouth as a receptacle for his vile thick sperm.

And in the same instant I knew that this was something I could never do, not in a million years. Ned Giorgio had dragged me far enough down into the gutter with him, but there were still some remnants of a decent woman left in me, and I got all my strength together and pulled away from him, screaming like a mad-woman. In surprise, he let go of my hair, and I locked myself in the bathroom and sat on the toilet sobbing. He swore at me through the door and left... Tomorrow, I'm going to tell Matt Eisenberg that I'll marry him. I don't really love Matt, but it's the only way out.

And when she had finished the last page, Arla was suddenly glad she had done it, because the events of that last horrible night with the TV executive reminded her clearly what a beast Giorgio really was and how right she had been to decide to leave him and marry a decent man. She ripped the final page into tiny shreds and threw them in the toilet, watching the fragments of her past life whirl around in circles as it disappeared down the drain.

But somehow when it was all over, the girl felt no particular sensation of relief. All the written evidence of her evil past destroyed, she walked back into the bedroom, still naked, and threw herself again on the bed, her long tapered legs slightly parted and her arms cast out on either side of her in the classical position of abandon.

The scene would have been an exciting one had there been someone there to enjoy it, for the position of her arms caused Arla's heavy rounded breasts to protrude more than usual, standing up free and proud as she gazed at herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. Her mind still occupied with thoughts of the shame of her past life, her hands crept almost unnoticed down to her turgid little nipples, and without realizing what she was doing, the love starved young wife began to massage her own lushly ripened breasts, touching the rose-colored buds of her-nipples until they became hard and erect, and pointed at the ceiling like twin artillery pieces ready to fire. Even as the proper moralistic part of her brain began to tell her that this was ridiculous for a grown married woman, one of her hands stealthily left the soft mounds of her breasts, creeping slowly across the flat plane of her tautly smooth stomach into her moistly heated vaginal crevice.

A concealed witness to this depraved scene would have observed sheer wanton desire flooding into Arla's eyes as one outstretched finger trembled hesitantly over the thin pink slit of her restlessly twitching cunt. People are often good at preventing themselves from thinking about exactly what they are doing, and Arla purposely tried to concentrate on something else, hoping to trick herself into forgetting about what her hands were really doing to that super-sensitive place up between her legs. Deliberately focusing her thoughts on the comparative happiness she had found with her simple, religious-minded husband, her sensuous hips began to grind inexorably into the mattress as her sexual arousal grew more demanding and insistent by the second.

The young blonde-haired woman sighed deeply as electric sparks seemed to be jumping from the ragged hairy edges of her delicately pulsating vagina to her fingers, and her breath quickened noticeably as she stimulated the tiny pink button of her clit, rubbing her index finger over it slowly and sensuously as she deliberately excited herself to greater and greater heights of physical passion, knowing in her heart that the situation was now out of control and that she simply did not have the moral courage to stop this evil impure business. Arla writhed and moaned as if she were being ravaged by some ghostly invisible lover, her creamy white legs now skewered wildly apart and her fingers boldly invading the throbbing wet orifice of her cunt, stroking the cock-hungry crevice into a maddening burning state which seemed to be consuming her insides. With her extended middle finger she actively stroked the glistening pink clit until the sensitive pleasure center swelled up in agitation, doubling in size and tingling as if it were about to explode like a miniature time bomb.

There was no stopping her now, and the orgasm she needed so badly came closer by the minute, attacking her lust-wracked body like a swarm of voracious locusts settling on a rich green field. The mounting passion could be read even in her normally serene face, now contorted into an unrecognizable mask of lust, and she chanted softly to herself as she energetically lathered herself into a state of furious ecstasy.

It was just around the corner, only needing a few more deft touches to bring it on like an express train, and the half-demented girl had three fingers inside of her vaginal cavity now as the orgiastic fluid gushed out of her wetly pulsating cunt, dampening the sheet below her and filling the room with its sweet distinctive odor. Another touch, another caress and...

The doorbell rang!

"Oh Christ!" she groaned in agony, feeling the release she wanted so badly start to slip away from her, slowly but surely.

The doorbell sounded again insistently. Arla lay still for a few seconds cursing this late intruder whomever he might be. and then darted for the bathroom to mop away most of the moisture from her inner thighs before slipping hastily into her dressing gown. It was nearly midnight? she remarked to herself. Who could possibly be visiting her at this hour?

Pulling the thin clinging dressing gown over her nakedness, the young blonde darted barefoot to the door, making sure that the safety chain Was attached before she undid the lock.

"Who is it?" she called fearfully, a recognizable tremor in her voice.

"It's Ned, honey," came the relaxed, easy tones of the television executive who was her husband's present boss and her former lover.

"Ned?" she responded in alarm. "But Ned... I thought... that is, we made a deal when I married Matt that you wouldn't bother me... it's all over between us... you know."

"Will you stop babbling and let me in?" the producer laughed casually. "I didn't stop by for romance, sweetie, because I've got other fish to try as far as that's concerned these days. I'm in a jam and I need your help on a professional basis, so stop acting like a virgin in an ivory tower and let me in! Isn't Matt around?"

"You sent him to cover that football game on the Coast," Arla snapped as she undid the safety chain and stepped back to admit him into her home, "and you know perfectly well he isn't here."

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten," Giorgio replied insincerely as he walked into the room and let his eyes run lecherously over the girl's voluptuously ripened body, her splendid, lust-inciting figure clearly traced beneath the thin clinging fabric of her dressing gown. "Hmmmmmmm, looks to me like you're dressed for action pigeon! You got another visitor, maybe?"

Arla Eisenberg blushed in righteous anger at this lewd suggestion, pulling the inadequate garment around her as tightly as she could in a vain attempt to hide the contours of her feverishly aroused body from the man's practiced eye.

"I'm alone," she retorted flatly, struggling to keep her composure. "Is there any law against sleeping in the nude on a hot night?"

"None that I know of, baby," smiled Ned, settling himself uninvited into an easy chair and lighting a cigarette without taking the trouble even to offer her one.

"What do you want, Ned?" she insisted, standing over him uneasily. "If one of the neighbors saw you coming here tonight, there could be a scandal. I've got a nice life with Matt now, and I don't want."

"Relax, pussycats and let me look at you," Giorgio drawled with vulgar self-confidence. "Goddamn, you're as beautiful now as you were the last time I had you flat on your back! You weren't so nervous about my visits then, as I recall, and as a matter of fact, I always had the impression you looked forward to them. How about a quickie for old time's sake?"

'No!!!!!" she found herself saying although in the back of her mind another voice was saying "Yes!" with approximately the same intensity. You mustn't get involved with this man again, she warned herself. He couldn't care less about you or your husband or your marriage! Matt would find out and the whole world would come to an end as far as you were concerned.

"You said you had some business, Ned," she told him, making a supreme effort to keep her voice level and controlled. "Why don't you tell me what it is. I'm very tired and want to get a good night's sleep tonight."

Arla knew perfectly well that she was in no position to order this man out of her house. Not only was he Matt's boss and in a position to keep her husband from ever working in television again, but she lived in continual fear that he would open his big mouth and tell Matt exactly what kind of a girl he had married, thereby ruining her marriage.

"Okay, baby, although I see a couple of perky little tits underneath that robe that keep sending me messages that I can't ignore. But the thing is this: we're shooting a television video tonight at the studio, and one of the extras just called in sick. Everything's set to start taping at one o'clock, and I hate like hell to start re- scheduling things at this stage of the game."

"And what do I have to do?" inquired Arla, a little puzzled by all of this.

"Just stand in for the extra. I'll pay you the going rate."

"I don't understand," she confessed unhappily, not liking something about the situation, but unable to put her finger on exactly what was worrying her. "You know perfectly well I'm not an actress, and why are you shooting a film at one o'clock at night?"

Giorgio smiled easily and shook his head like an adult being asked to explain something to a simple-minded child.

"You don't have to act, sweetheart," he assured her. "The girl who copped out on me was just an extra. All you have to do is stand there for a couple of hours and look beautiful. It's an oriental scene and you're a slave girl who waits next to the queen. And we're shooting at night because it's quiet, and we can work without being disturbed all the time. Any more questions?"

Arla had said no adamantly, but Ned was a hard person to turn down. He had quickly found a way to remind her subtly that her marital happiness depended entirely on his keeping his big mouth shut about their wild life together prior to her marriage, and Arla realized that in the long run she had very little choice. He had given her five minutes to dress while he smoked quietly in the living room and then bundled her into his car and driven rapidly to the studio.

From the outside, everything seemed dark and deserted, since KCTW-TV went off the air at twelve-thirty, but once inside, the young and frightened woman found that the studio was alive with activity. Most of the technicians were men she had gotten to know slightly during the six months she had worked as Ned's secretary. Most of them seemed to be surprised to see her for some reason, and one older man who had always seemed like the grandfather type lewdly pinched her bottom as she walked by him.

"Why's everybody acting so strange?" she questioned her former boss, but the executive was busy and he had neither the time nor the patience to get involved in lengthy explanations.

"Jon!" he called across the studio to a tall, gaunt, sour-faced individual who worked as the studio's makeup man. "Arla's going to stand in for Millie! Get her squared away, will you? She can share a dressing room with Kelly."

"Is Kelly in the movie?" Arla inquired with surprise. Kelly Giorgio was an attractive woman in her early thirties, certainly good looking enough to be a professional actress, but this was the first time that Arla had heard of Giorgio's wife actually playing a role in a video-film. But the producer had no time for discussions at the moment, and he waved her in the general direction of the dressing rooms and turned to confer with the videos director, a squat, mean looking man named Finn who scowled at the world with an ugly cigar protruding from one corner of his mouth.

The longer she thought about it, the stranger this whole situation was, and Arla found herself growing more and more suspicious as she walked across the set to the dressing rooms with Jon at her side. For one thing, she remembered, KCTW-TV did not usually get involved with taping its own shows; the national networks in New York supplied most of the tapes they used except for sports, news, interviews with local politicians, and an occasional cultural program featuring a boring academic speaker from the university. Yet the set which had been erected was obviously intended for a drama of some kind, and Ned had said something about shooting an oriental scene with slave girls. Very strange!

"Why, Arla, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Giorgio as Arla timidly entered the spacious but cluttered dressing room. The young woman had always been shy and ill at ease with Kelly because of her former love affair with this woman's husband. Ned had once said that Kelly knew all about it and didn't mind, but Arla had not believed him.

"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Giorgio," the young wife responded politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled nervously through her handbag for a cigarette. "I didn't know you were an actress."

"Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to do this kind of thing, honey. Mostly it's a question of having the body for it. And incidentally, please don't call me 'Mrs. Giorgio' anymore. Now that we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do nicely. Actually I'm amazed that Ned was able to talk you into coming down here tonight."

This strange conversation was making the young blonde more confused by the minute. A good body - which Kelly certainly did have - was obviously important for an actress but then so was acting skill! Anyway why should Ned have had any difficulty in getting her to accept a night's work as an extra for a television film? It didn't make any sense.

"Have a drink, dearie," suggested Mrs. Giorgio in a hearty friendly manner, sliding a bottle of vodka down her dressing table towards Arla Eisenberg. "We've got awhile to wait before they're ready for our scene, and I find it helps if you go out there a little bit sloshed, if you know what I mean."

Arla didn't but she accepted the drink anyway, despite the fact that Matt disapproved of liquor and would not keep any in the house. Maybe a quick slug will clear my head a little, she decided, pouring herself a healthy glassful and then adding some tomato juice to make a Bloody Mary. Then she settled back to watch as Jon barged busily into the dressing room and went to work on Kelly's face, applying rouge and makeup to give her skin some color under the bright lights on the set.

"Finish your drink, baby," advised Jon bruskly, nodding in Arla's direction. "I'm going to be ready to do you in another minute. And better get out of that dress unless you want to get make up all over it."

"What should I put on?" asked Arla, a little alarmed.

"Who gives a shit?" snapped Jon crudely as he dabbed mascara onto Kelly's skin. "Just get out of the dress."

Blushing at the man's vulgar language, Arla observed that the older woman was wearing a dressing gown and cursed herself for not having had the brains to bring something like it herself. Here was no sign of anything resembling a slave girl costume, and she hated to make a fuss over what she was supposed to wear, so she took a deep breath, finished her drink to give her courage and then, unzipped the simple print dress she had worn, hanging it on a hook behind the door and sitting back down in her underwear. It was embarrassing for the modest young wife because the brassiere she was wearing was light and filmy, doing very little to conceal the tiny brown nipples on her fully ripened breasts, and the skimpy pair of bikini style panties were not much better.

"Okay, that takes care of your face," the rude, irritable makeup man said to Kelly Giorgio. "Do you want me to put the body make up on or can you handle it yourself?"

"I'll do it," replied Kelly casually, rising to her feet and surveying herself in the mirror. "If there are any spots I can't reach, I'll yell for assistance." With a calm easy movement, the older woman unzipped the housecoat and stepped out of it, stark naked!

Arla's eyes almost popped from her head as she watched this hardened older woman inspect her lushly voluptuous body in the mirror as if she were alone in the room, apparently totally untroubled by Jon's presence. Kelly had a sensuous body which could easily go to fat if she began to be careless about her weight, but at the moment, her figure looked firm and desirable, her enormous breasts heavily straining but not yet sagging and her asscheeks neat and trim from constant exercise.

"A couple more of these flicks, and then I'll retire and let you take over, honey," she said to Arla over her shoulder. "You've really got a body worth looking at, and you're at least ten years younger than I am. Here, let's have another drink."

Arla's mind was going around in circles by this point and she numbly nodded as the naked, full bodied woman turned away from the mirror and mixed the two of them another pair of Bloody Mary's, even stronger that the one which Arla had made for herself a few minutes before. Jon was preparing his makeup kit for the next job, and seemed to be completely at ease in this small confined room with one woman totally naked and another inadequately covered by her brassiere and panties.

"Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty face on you. Wanna stand up?"

Arla obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering her nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was wearing did very little to conceal the lush ripe contours of her breasts.

"Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her crudely, stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed young woman. "I'm glad Ned found you because we sure can use somebody with big tits like yours and that nice neat little ass! Okay, get over here under the light because they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking for you two broads."

Arla was on the point of protesting his vulgar language, but she reminded herself that this was show business and a real professional actress would be quite accustomed to this crude worldliness of the makeup men and technicians. Also Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded that Jon's behavior was probably not unusual. She presented herself under the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to keep her hands over her breasts like this and forcing herself to let her arms hang naturally at her sides. Jon moved deftly into position and began painting her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Arla watched Kelly Giorgio squeeze a little brown paste out of a tube and begin rubbing it vigorously all over her body, paying particular attention to her sumptuous breasts and full, shapely thighs.

"Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights," she explained casually to Arla noticing the girl's curiosity. "You start to sweat out there, and it shows up on the video unless you get some of this stuff on."

"But they're not going to see you... your breasts, surely," objected Arla, a little dismayed.

"Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon with a savage snarl. "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this stuff on her before I have the boss crawling down my neck."

Mrs. Giorgio just giggled at this rudeness and Arla fell silent, still wondering why it was necessary to keep perspiration from showing on the parts of the body which could never possibly be seen on television. Jon quickly penciled a little color into Arla's face and instructed her on the way in which he wanted her to wear her hair. Then he presented her with another tube of body makeup, threw a small mysterious bag on the table, and departed without further explanation!

"What's this?" asked Arla innocently, picking up the bag and wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible makeup man had finally left them in peace.

"Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded manner. "Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make any last minute adjustments. Millie, the girl who got sick, wasn't as big in the tits as you are, and we might have to let something out somewhere."

Thunderstruck, Arla opened the bag and dumped the contents on the table. Her costume consisted of two pieces, made mostly of rhinestones and designed to cover just the nipples over her breasts and the hair- covered triangle of her pubic zone. Everything else showed! Arla took one horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her drink.

"Kelly! I can't... I mean I couldn't possibly." she began to stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off with a gay laugh and poured the two of them their third drink of the evening. Feeling the desperate need to get control of her nerves, Arla gratefully accepted the offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.

"No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a little drunk, "it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is it? Come on, this is the twentieth century, and anyway, you're going to be a hell of a lot better dressed than I will."

"What do you mean," cried the young wife, now seriously worried about what she had gotten herself into. "What are you going to be wearing?"

"Exactly what I'm wearing right now," smiled Kelly Giorgio calmly, examining her naked lust-inciting body in the mirror. "What kind of a film did you think this was, anyway?"

"All right, everybody, let's try and pay attention and see if we can't get this right the first time and save ourselves a couple of tapes. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can all get home to bed," the director growled at the company. Ned Giorgio was moving rapidly around the room checking all his equipment to make absolutely sure that the shooting would be right the first time at least from the technical point of view. The cameramen, acting as if they had heard this kind of speech before, were making last minute adjustments to the television cameras which would record the scene on tape as well as screen it through a series of television monitors which had been set up in strategic locations just off-camera. No one seemed to be paying much attention to Arla for which the frightened, half-naked young woman was grateful. Before leaving the sanctuary of the dressing room, she had managed to locate a large bath towel and wrap it around herself as a partial temporary protection against the lustful gazes of the actors and camera crews. Naturally, she knew in the back of her head that the moment was fast approaching when she would be forced to take off the comforting protection of the towel and expose her nearly naked body to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, but the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed had had its desired effect, and the young housewife was having difficulty in concentrating, finding that her head was swimming slightly in a pleasant alcoholic fog.

"Okay Rick, in position!" ordered Finn the gruff, scowling director, and a handsome young man wearing only a loin cloth moved out from the sidelines and took his place on the set, standing next to what was clearly intended to be an elaborate royal throne. The actor named Rick was a tall, slender, and extremely handsome young man with a broad muscular chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes. There was something about the easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality which made it impossible for Arla to take her eyes off him.

"Right, now you know the sequence, kid, so try not to screw up!" warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone. "You stand next to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low. Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you ain't never been anything but a stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off anytime she feels like it, so you're respectful, right? Okay, as soon as Kelly gets her queenly ass on that throne, she nods at you and you serve her a drink from that tray, right? She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still hot so she stands up and has you take off her robe, remember? After that you know what to do. Okay, let's see if we can get through the sequence without somebody dropping their false teeth. Slave girl? Where the hell is the fucking slave girl?"

"I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared furiously in her direction.

"She's new at this," advised Ned Giorgio from behind the camera. "Take it easy on her Finn, okay?"

"All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director. "Why didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night? Look honey, that big handsome slave up there is your boyfriend and you don't wanna share him with anyone, including the queen, but she can chop your head off just as easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your man, you ain't in a position to protest, got it? But that don't mean you can't look mad once in awhile. And that's all you gotta do, stand there and look irritated, and we'll get you an Oscar. Now get out of that stupid fucking towel and stand on the other side of the throne!"

This was the moment Arla had been dreading with all her heart, and for an instant she asked herself why in the world she didn't tell this foul mouthed, cigar chomping idiot what he could so with his stupid video- tape and walk out of the studio. Then she caught a glimpse of Ned watching her very carefully from behind the camera, and she knew that if she lost her head and cost him a night's delay, he would find some way to get even with her. He could even fire Matt, despite the fact that good cameramen were hard to find, or worse, he could tell her husband about her past and thus destroy her marriage.

No, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant absorbing some embarrassment. Well, as Kelly had said, it was no worse than being in a bikini... well actually, it was a good deal worse. Her brown pointed little nipples were barely concealed by this ridiculous costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she moved, her firmly upthrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her chest. And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape. Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was a triangular shaped jeweled shield which inadequately covered her pubic zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her asscheeks were left exposed and perfectly naked.

But it had to be done and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with shame, but unable to do anything about it.

"Okay, let's roll 'em. Slaves, in position! Kelly make your entrance!"

Realizing that she was on-camera, Arla drew herself up into a position of rigid attention, observing that Rick, the other slave-actor, was doing the same. From the sidelines came Kelly, her hair done up beautifully and looking as majestic and royal as any real queen. The actress was wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to ankles, and Arla decided with a sigh of relief that the older woman had been merely kidding about appearing stark naked before the cameras. After all, what could they possibly do with a film involving a naked woman? Even her own costume might pass on television as long as the television camera did not focus directly on her and give the TV viewer the opportunity to realize that the slave-girl was nearly stripped to the skin.

Kelly walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated herself deliberately on the throne. For a moment, she simply rested, fanning herself with her hand to indicate that she was suffering from the heat. Then she nodded imperiously to Rich, the actor impersonating a male slave, and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his queen with a golden goblet containing some clear liquid.

The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear from her expression that she was still feeling warm. With a slow deliberate motion, she untied the strings holding her cloak together at the throat, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells of her lushly tantalizing breasts. With a horrified shock, Arla noticed that she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath the cloak, and the suspicion that this couldn't be a normal TV film crept quickly back into her mind. But if this tape wasn't being made for broadcast on KCTW-TV, what was it for? Certainly Ned Giorgio could not hope to compete with the big national network in New York City, and all of this was far too expensive to be done for his private amusement.

But Arla's scandalized contemplation was interrupted when Kelly rose majestically from her throne, her eyes fixed on Rich and her hands pulling the cloak away from her overheated stunning figure, thus destroying Arla's last illusions that they were involved in something even remotely legal. This film had to be pornographic because the camera was only a few feet away from where the actress stood smiling at her captive slave, and the electric eye of the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the lascivious patch of softly curling brown hair which masked the entrance to her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres of her shamelessly exposed breasts, all things which no television station in the world would ever dare exhibit to the old ladies and little kids who tuned in after dinner.

"I am warm!" Kelly announced in queenly tones, glancing at Rich with a superior air. "Remove my cloak, please."

Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Arla, Rich made haste to do as he was told, stepping around behind the queen and gently removing the robe from her shoulders. When he returned to his original position, Arla had to fight to keep an expression of surprise from showing on her face: Kelly was, as she had promised, stark naked, but this public display of nudity did not seem to bother her in the slightest, in fact, she gave every indication of enjoying it thoroughly, running her hands sensuously over the satiny naked flesh of her voluptuously well developed body. But the queen was still not satisfied.

"I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my presence," she ordered calmly. "Disrobe!"

No, no, Arla was crying inside her head. This can't be true, but the slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the loin cloth which covered his groin, tossing it calmly to one side and facing the queen just as naked as she!

Arla took a gulp of air when she saw Rrch's genitals so unexpectedly revealed, and the director frowned at her menacingly, but did not stop the scene. The man's thick white penis was still in the relaxed state, but even dangling tranquilly between his legs, the frightened young housewife could see why Rich was able to specialize in this kind of film. He was huge!

And inexperienced as she was, Arla could see that the 'slave' was not going to be able to remain unamused forever. His long thick cock was already quivering and jerking slightly as if he were feeling the excitement of being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and fighting a losing battle for self-control.

Nor was Kelly giving him any help. Her narrowed eyes fastened on the lust-inciting spectacle of his massive sexual organ, she walked deliberately toward him, a lewd grin on her face.

"Does my slave dare to become excited in the presence of the Queen?" she asked him softly. "I command you to control yourself, or I will summon the royal surgeon and require him to remove the cause of the difficulty!"

The slave was obviously unsure whether the monarch was kidding him or not, but the seriousness of the threat had its effect upon his face. But the Queen was apparently supposed to be something of a sadist, for she clearly had no intention of allowing her slave to remain unaroused for long. By pre-arrangement, Rich was standing with a pillow at his feet, and Kelly dropped gracefully to her knees before him. Rich struggled to keep his eyes straight and steady, but his internal torment was clear.

"Let me see how well disciplined a slave you are," muttered the queen sadistically, her soft feminine hands reaching up to take his slowly swelling cock between her delicate fingers. To Arla's startled eyes, it looked like a woman holding a baseball bat! Iron discipline or not, this direct sexual provocation was obviously too much for the young handsome actor, and his massively awakening penis slowly began a steady inexorable rise as Kelly tormentingly manipulated it between her hands, stroking and massaging the thick heavy shaft and blowing on it gently with her full wet lips ovalled.

I don't believe this is really happening! Arla was trying to convince herself that this was really only a bad dream, struggling to maintain her composure. She would have like to dash from the set, but basically she was intimidated not only by the Giorgio's and what they could do to her life, but also by the fearsome snarling director who really looked capable of dismembering anyone who ruined one of his scenes.

But meanwhile, this sexual drama was becoming more torrid by the moment. Rich had achieved a massive erection despite the fact that he was still standing rigidly at attention, his eyes straight ahead and obviously trying to give the impression that all of this was not really happening.

Below him on her knees, the queen continued to torment her helpless slave, cradling his large swaying balls in her hands with an amused expression on her face, and rubbing the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the fat bulbous head of his mighty cock, exposing to the tele-camera's prying eye the blood-engorged gland.

"Your Majesty," the slave began hesitantly, but the words stuck in his throat as Kelly slowly but surely drew his massively pulsating instrument closer and closer to the red glistening surface of her parted wet lips, at the same time carefully pushing the foreskin back as far as it would go.

Arla was frozen in a state of absolute panic. This was the same indecent animalistic act which Giorgio had urged upon her during their last night together. It had shocked her so much then that she had broken up their love affair and married a different man. Could it be that Kelly was actually going to do it in the presence of all these people, to be recorded in video?

In another half-second, her question was answered for her... in the affirmative! With a contented purr, the sexually aggressive actress trailed the soft moistness of her lips across the flat muscular plane of his stomach, coming nearer and nearer to the object of her interest. Rich's eyes rolled back in his head as her hot lizard-like tongue darted out tormentingly, flickering at the hardened moist surface of his cock and causing his hips to jerk involuntarily. Despite her horror at the perversity and obscenity of the situation, Arla found that she could still admire the acting skill of the two participants in this lewd drama. In her mind, she was half-convinced that Rich was terrified of being emasculated by the Royal Surgeon, and Kelly was really a lusty savage queen.

Rich jerked again and now there was no question that this queen was closing in on him and actually intended to commit this sordid depraved act. Arla had overheard men joking about 'blowjobs' but it had never occurred to her that she would ever witness such a thing under such morally corrupted circumstances. But Kelly had gone too far now to have any thought of backing out.

"You have been a disobedient servant," she informed the trembling male slave, her voice now unnaturally low and husky with gathering passion. "For your punishment, I am going to suck you dry!" And with a sudden skillful lunge, he head dropped forward, one hand snaking around behind his back to hold the man's strong flexed asscheeks while the other hand circled his long thick hardness. With a sadistic chuckle, the woman parted her wetly glistening lips and enclosed the head of his cock in the warm sanctuary of her mouth.

Arla swallowed nervously as she watched with horrified fascination, uncomfortably aware that the sexuality of the scene was spreading quickly around the room like an epidemic of some incurable disease. Behind the camera, Ned Giorgio adjusted his pants awkwardly to hide the almost painful erection which had been provoked by what was happening before his eyes. Arla realized that her own little bud-like nipples were expanding inexorably and uncontrollably, trying desperately to poke through the tightly woven fabric of her costume. To her shame, she also felt the orgiastic juices in her body - still seething from her earlier self-arousal - were beginning to flow, dampening the smooth creamy flesh between her firmly trembling thighs, despite the fact that she kept assuring herself mentally that all of this was sinful and depraved.

But Kelly was paying no attention to anything except the business at hand, sucking away energetically as if her life depended upon it, and Rich was slowly losing what there was left of his self-control, his hips beginning to jerk back and forth convulsively as the woman's tongue lashed his poor tormented cock into a lather of excitement. Arla watched, hypnotized, as Kelly's heavily quivering breasts jiggled and danced on her heaving chest while her head bobbed up and down over the man's wildly pulsating cock. Her hands on his iron-hard asscheeks, she was urging him to move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to treat her delicately ovalled mouth as if it were simply another cunt which could be fucked and abused any way he wanted to. She was inviting him to pour the hot sticky liquid from his loins deep into her throat and fill her mouth with cum until she overflowed!

The slave had been slow to get the idea, but once he understood precisely what his queen wanted, he went to work with rough enthusiasm, his hands sliding into her long brown hair as he pulled her head back and forth in front of him.

Rich groaned unintelligibly, making Arla wonder for a moment whether he was simply acting or whether this whole business was really starting to get to him. After all, film or no film his hard thrusting cock was still stuck brutally between the tightly-clasped lips of a real live woman who was doing her damnedest to stimulate him to the utmost. Perhaps the two of them had already forgotten that this whole scene had been organized by Ned and Finn; maybe they were ignoring the cameras and electric lights and were now both lost in a private sexual fantasy world of their own where Kelly was no longer a make-believe queen but a real one, and Rich was not an actor doing a role but a slave!

As the depraved brunette actress sensed that she was winning her obscene battle, Kelly intensified her efforts, sucking his massively throbbing cock a little harder and moving forward to take as much of it into her throat as possible. Arla felt certain that she was going to start gagging and choking any minute now, but miraculously she continued to suck away on it happily with sounds of intense masochistic pleasure erupting from her cock-stuffed mouth.

Deep inside the actor's body, great swirling clouds of heat were building up as he looked down at the strained contorted face of the ripe splendidly-built woman who was kneeling submissively at his feet. In the back of his head, Rich knew perfectly well that this was merely a scene in a dirty movie, and one for which he could expect to be well paid, but like every good actor, the young man had the capacity to forget about reality while he was making a film or a video and lose himself completely in whatever part he was supposed to be playing.

The hard-bodied, handsome young actor was not in the slightest embarrassed at the idea of having this perverse sexual act performed upon him in the presence of another woman and a dozen other men; in fact, he had very nearly forgotten about them. All he could think about at the moment was the searing burning sensation caused by his semen as it started to work its way out of the depths of his nakedly pumping body, moving slowly at first and then much faster and rushing explosively down through his testicles and out the long narrow channel in his wildly jerking penis.

He gasped as the spasm hit him with all its force, tightening his grip on Kelly's head out of some wild irrational fear that she would pull away from him just as his churning hot cum swamped her mouth, spoiling everything just when he wanted it to be perfect. The heated white cum spurted out of him in long powerful waves, apparently destined to go on forever, but the lust-stricken brunette actress made no attempt to avoid her degenerate fate.

Indeed, Kelly gave every indication of enjoying it enormously, and Arla watched with dumbfounded amazement as the older woman sucked wildly away as he came brutally into the warm wetness of her open throat, her Adam's Apple bobbing furiously as she endeavored to swallow every drop of the lust-inciting fluid he was pumping so ruthlessly into her mouth. Coughing a little as she choked on the sperm, hums and mewls of slavish masochistic pleasure emerged from the queen's cum-filled mouth.

As she had threatened to do, Kelly had sucked her disobedient servant dry, but it was clear to everyone that she had not quite finished with him yet. Arla's poor mind went into orbit as she realized that this was not the end of this torrid depraved drama, but that there was to be a second act which would begin almost as soon as the first had finished. Kelly never let up for a minute, persistently continuing to run her lithe active tongue over his jerking, slowly-deflating instrument until she had cleaned away the last remnants of hot sticky cum, but the kneeling actress obviously was still far from satisfied.

Using her hands skillfully, the heavy breasted woman began to chaff his poor tired cock, pulling the skin back as far as it would go and exposing all of the red palpitating gland to the torments of her wetly lashing tongue. Arla could see the surprise on Rick's face as his exhausted penis began to react once again to the intensity of the stimulation she was giving him, struggling to rise one more time despite the fact that he had just finished a powerful body-shaking orgasm.

And he was going to make it! Bit by bit, the long heavy shaft of the actor's manhood rose to the challenge, straightening and hardening once again until it stood tall and proud before him, precisely as if he had not had a sexual experience in a month.

"Now, that you have learned your lesson, slave," Kelly grinned at him, traces of his sticky white cum still clinging to her lips, "I will give you the opportunity to please your queen. Perhaps if your little friend watches carefully, she will learn how a monarch is to be treated, and I will hand her over to the king for further lessons!"

Arla blanched at this direct reference to her and noticed that the television camera was focused on her face to record her reaction. She looked horrified at the notion of being handed over to anyone, which was apparently appropriate for the scene they were supposed to be playing since even the sinister director managed to smile sympathetically in her direction.

"Come!" commanded the queen, lying back on the floor with her legs lasciviously parted and her arms stretched out invitingly. "Come and show me that you are worth more than a life of slavery. Make me happy and you win your freedom!"

His manhood fully restored, Rick wasted no time in complying with this depraved order, dropping quickly to his knees between her widely-spread legs and allowing his muscular young body to fall forward on Kelly's full ripe breasts.

"Oh, that feels so nice!" the queen commented as his nakedly powerful body crushed into hers, pinning her helplessly to the floor. Now there was no longer any question of queen and slave, but the age-old picture of man dominating woman, and the television camera zoomed in to study their two lewdly writhing bodies as they sprawled and grappled on the floor like a pair of wildly rutting animals. Kelly's fingernails trailed ruthlessly across the broad expanse of his back, but if Rick noticed the discomfort, he gave no visible sign of it. Instead, he expertly slid his hands beneath the two flaccid half-moons of her asscheeks, lifting her clear off the floor with his bulging biceps and gracefully gliding his massively erect cock into her warmly inviting vaginal crevice as if they had rehearsed this bizarre movement for months.

Rick was taking his time, letting the cameras follow his every movement as he ran the heavy, red-tipped rod of his glistening penis torturously up and down the length of her widespread cuntal slit, knowing that this lecherous maneuver was turning her on and taking the opportunity to torment this haughty queen and pay her back for all the humiliations she had heaped upon him.

Nor was Kelly slow to react. Her ripely rounded asscheeks were rotating around in desperate circles while her smooth creamy thighs locked around the back of his hard muscular thighs, as if she were trying to force him into her shamelessly aroused body by brute force.

"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 hairy 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 Arla 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. Arla 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 Arla, blushing a little as she found herself slipping into Ned'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? Where on earth could you sell such a thing?

Arla 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 Ned's nakedly writhing wife.

Kelly was moaning constantly and Arla 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 Giorgio 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.

Arla 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 Finn, 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. Arla 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."

Arla 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.

"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?" Arla 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 Arla 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!"

Arla 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 Arla 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 Ned Giorgio's little after hours activity. Giorgio 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 KCTW-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 Arla 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?" Arla 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. Giorgio 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 KCTW-TV. But I'm not complaining."

"I am," asserted Arla 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."

Arla 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?"

"Arla, this is Ned," came the voice.

"Oh, hi Ned," 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," Giorgio 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 Giorgio self-confidently. "Wouldn't you even like to see the video 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."

"Ned, 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 Giorgio. "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."

Arla 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," Giorgio 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 sequel with you as the lead, and I think that it's worth a try."

"But Ned," 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."

"Ned, 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."

Arla felt a sinking defeated feeling in her bones that told her clearly that Giorgio 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," Giorgio 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, Giorgio!" 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 Arla, who was chatting nervously with Kelly and sipping her third drink of the evening. "That broad ain't never gonna buy this screwing business."

Ned Giorgio smiled patronizingly at the short squat cigar smoking director, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Finn, you've got to use your head in this business," he lectured. "First, I've told Arla 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 is too damn precise!"

"Cool it, Finn, 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 Giorgio 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 Arla over and that's it."

"Good, now as you see, Arla'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 Giorgio'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 Ned 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 Finn.

"She probably would, but she doesn't know that's going to be involved," Giorgio 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 Finn 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 Giorgio 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."

Arla 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 makeup on?" wondered Jon acidly, impatient as always. "You, get your clothes off!"

"I thought I didn't have to!" protested Arla 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 makeup on you right. Come on, get naked, will ya? We ain't got all night!"

Deciding that it was useless to argue anymore, Arla shyly turned her back on the makeup man and began nervously getting undressed throwing her garments one by one over the back of a chair while Kelly Giorgio 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 makeup 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 makeup 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 asscheeks. At last, the makeup 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. Arla jerked a little as he took each gently swelling breast in his hard hand and briskly covered the soft yielding Mesh with makeup before darkening each tiny tingling nipple with a special pencil. Arla 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 makeup cream on to the surface of her stomach.

"A little too hairy down here," he commented suddenly. "Kelly, pass me those scissors, will you?"

Arla 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, Arla 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. "Finn wants the two of you on set as soon as possible."

A few minutes later dressed in her skimpy slave girl costume, Arla walked timidly out to where the technicians were busily setting up their television cameras. Before leaving the sanctuary of their dressing room, Arla 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. Arla 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 Arla 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 Ned 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," Arla 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," Finn ordered brusquely. "Same positions as last time."

Out of the corner of her eye, Arla 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 Arla 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 Arla's direction. "What do you say to that slave?"

A worried look crossed the slave's face, and Arla 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 Arla 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. Arla 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 Arla. "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. Arla 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 Arla knew that this had all been a terrible mistake. She could not go through with it! Ned 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 Arla 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.

Arla'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 makeup 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. Arla'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 Ned Giorgio'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, Arla 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."

Arla 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 asscheeks 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 asscheeks, 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. Arla 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 Arla 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 asscheeks, 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 porn- 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 asscheeks even farther apart as he lapped at her like an animal gone mad. Arla'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 clit 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.

Arla 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, Finn 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 Arla'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.

Arla'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 asscheeks 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 porn-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!" Arla 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 Arla 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. Arla'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 Arla 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 asscheeks, 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 Arla was thrashed back and forth between the two men, realizing with despair that the cruel sadistic porn-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, Arla 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 asscheeks 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!"

Arla was beyond resistance. It passed vaguely through her head that she had broken off her love affair with Ned Giorgio 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 ovalled 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 sweet 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 sweet precum 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. Arla'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 ovalled 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 Arla'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 porn- 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 Arla's mouth grew greater by the moment, becoming thick and sweet 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. Arla 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 Arla 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, Arla 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, Ned? I like making money too much to be jealous."

Arla 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.

Arla headed for the bedroom as soon as she heard Matt's car pull out of the alleyway and head off down the street, knowing that she was already late and hoping Ned would not be angry. She was ashamed of the thought, but for some reason, the young wife was enormously happy that her husband was gone. He had been home for three days and by the end of the second day, she had begun to find his presence almost unbearable. Perhaps it was her own guilt feelings, or the fact that she now had even more shameful secrets to keep from her husband, but whatever the cause of the tension, he had seemed like an absolute stranger to her, and the young blonde-haired woman had been delighted to find out that Ned Giorgio had scheduled him for another business trip.

Darting into the bedroom, she began stripping off her clothing as fast as she could, wondering how much time she would have to dress before the taxi would arrive at the front door and start beeping its horn. As soon as she was totally naked, the lithe full-breasted young woman rushed into the bathroom to wash, and do her hair and then came racing out again to get into the new clothing which Giorgio had sent over and wanted her to wear tonight.

Catching sight of herself stark naked in the mirror, she paused for a moment, deciding that it was foolish to run herself into a tizzy. If she was a few minutes late, what difference did it make? And she could afford to let the taxi man wait, since Giorgio was picking up the tab. She gazed at her sensual young body in the mirror, wondering a little over the fact that this body had gotten her into so much trouble. Maybe she would have been better off had she grown up flat-chested with a flabby lumpish figure that no man would look at twice! It was difficult to understand, at least for a woman, how two full ripe breasts, a narrow yielding waist, a light brown triangular patch of pubic hair, and a pair of long slender legs could arouse men the way they did. To her, it seemed like standard equipment and nothing more. The girl shrugged, deciding not to worry any more about the mysteries of life, and reached into the box which Ned had had delivered to examine the dress she was supposed to wear to the presentation tonight.

She held the garment up in front of her and turned her attention again to the mirror. It was nothing! Ned had undoubtedly paid a fortune for this dress, and there was hardly enough material in it to make a decent sized handkerchief. And he had firmly ordered her to wear nothing under it but the tiniest pair of panties she could find and absolutely no brassiere. Why didn't he simply tell her to come naked and be done with it!

Arla was feeling unusually depressed and irritable as she climbed into the skimpy flimsy garment, resolving that if anyone so much as looked at her cross-eyed tonight, she was going to give them a piece of her mind. For a twenty-five year old housewife, it seemed to her that she had an unusual number of problems to worry about. First, of course, there was this whole business with Giorgio and his gang of filthy pornographers. Except for asking her to attend this party tonight, they had said nothing about the future, but Arla knew that Ned Giorgio had other plans for her, and that every time she took part in one of his lewd undertakings, she was wrapping herself ever more securely in his web of sin. If he chose to use the video they had just made as blackmail against her, what could she do?

But aside from that, she was worried about her relationship with her husband. Matt had come home from his last trip just the same as always, and they had gone to bed together as normal. Matt had made love to her, patiently and gently as was his custom, but this time, she had felt absolutely nothing! Her husband seemed to prefer the missionary position, and frequently made love to her while wearing his pajamas, and the whole business had seemed faintly tiresome and boring. Somehow, everything had changed since that horrible night, and she was now afraid that normal sexual relations were no longer enough for her. She knew perfectly well that she had been wildly excited that night with Rich and Jay, despite the fact that what they had done was wicked and perverse. And she realized that the same innocent embraces of her husband were no longer turning her on at all. What did this mean?

There was a honking out in the street and Arla Eisenberg realized that the taxi had arrived. Now in a hurry, she slipped quickly into the dress which Giorgio had provided for her and zipped it up the back. The garment barely covered the smoothly rounded mounds of her asscheeks and she realized that she would have to be careful about bending over in this kind of an outfit. To top it all, the neckline was scooped daringly low, exposing the ripe tempting contours of her high-set breasts and the fabric of the dress itself was so thin that the outline of each turgid little nipple was clearly visible. Feeling like a cheap prostitute, Arla seized her purse and left the house, hoping none of the neighbors would catch a glimpse of her dressed in this scandalous fashion.

"There's the girl now," Ned Giorgio whispered to the tall gaunt man in his late fifties who was the biggest buyer and distributor of porn- tapes and films in the state. "A knock-out, isn't she?"

"She's got all the tickets," admitted the buyer, gazing admiringly in Arla's direction. "I like the innocent girlish look she has, and the body is a sensation! Is her hair natural?"

"Yeah, she's a blonde all the way down," confirmed Giorgio proudly. "It's a bitch, isn't it, when you get a really bleached blonde on top and jet-black pussy hair! And Arla's body is smooth and athletic too," he added. "None of that wobbly fat."

"And you've got her under contract?" inquired the buyer carefully.

"Yeah, in a manner of speaking," Ned nodded convincingly, thinking that he had better sit down with Arla at the first opportunity and get her to sign on the dotted line. "She works for me and nobody else."

"I wasn't thinking of taking her away from you, Ned," laughed the distributor, "because my days of making flicks are over. But there's a lot of money wrapped up in this contract. If the girl is working for you, it'll probably be worthwhile; but if she should decide to quit, then we'll both have problems. You know, the business has changed since I first started doing films. Nowadays, the kind of person who buys a video to play on his television set at home is a different breed of cat. He likes a little style, a little gracefulness, and you can't palm off some forty-year old lady with wrinkles and a spare tire. He's spending good money for a tape and he wants something he can show his friends or his girl without embarrassment. But I'd say that our Miss Eisenberg here fits the bill perfectly. God, what tits that girl has; goddamn!"

"I can arrange a private showing, if you'd like," Ned offered gallantly. "After Arla's had a few drinks, we normally find she's pretty manageable, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind showing you the merchandise. On a strictly business basis, naturally."

"Naturally," responded the distributor, his voice heavy with sudden lust, unable to drag his eyes off the tall blonde woman on the other side of the room.

Arla caught sight of Kelly talking animatedly to Finn near the bar and she walked over to join her. She did not particularly feel like conversing with either one of them, but they seemed to be the only people in the room she knew, and everyone else seemed to be looking at her as if she had two heads.

"Hello, beautiful," the director, welcomed her, handing her a drink and slipping his arm into hers. "Well, how does it feel to be the hit of the evening?"

"I don't understand," confessed the girl unhappily. "Ned just told me that there was a party here tonight, and that it was important for me to be here. Why am I suddenly the hit of the evening?"

"This isn't just a normal party," explained Kelly Giorgio kindly. "Ned got together a group of distributors and buyers who are going to handle our films and let them have a sneak preview."

"Oh God, you mean all these people have seen that."

"Yeah, and they loved it," interrupted Finn, staring boldly down the front of her dress as he spoke. "Ned's got a half-dozen good offers already, and we've got the financing we need to go ahead with a full production schedule. Starring you, naturally."

So that's his game, thought Arla, her worst suspicions now confirmed. But instead of protesting immediately, she decided to bide her time and see if there was not some way to avoid becoming Giorgio's slave for the rest of her life.

"Ah, there you are!" called the producer himself from across the room. "Arla baby, come on over and meet an old friend of mine!"

Forcing a smile onto her face, Arla obeyed and walked up to the tall gaunt man who was standing beside her ex-lover.

"Elton, I want you to meet the hottest little number in the skin-flick industry," said Giorgio boastfully. "Arla, this is Elton James, who's going to handle all the distribution problems for our new little enterprise. Elton here has the contacts to put you into more television sets than Ed Sullivan ever dreamed of. Isn't she lovely, Elton?"

"Certainly is," agreed the distributor, inspecting her as if she were a race horse on sale. "I think we're going to make a lot of money with this young lady."

"We've learned a lot since Finn and I started this new venture," enthused Ned to his former mistress. "Finn did a marvelous job of directing, even though we've only done a couple of those things. The scenes of you and the two guys were simply fantastic! I was ready to cum in my pants, just watching it!"

Arla blushed furiously at this crude compliment, knowing that Ned would be enraged if she did not play along with the sales job he was doing on this distributor. Without responding, she drained her drink, and Ned instantly refilled it.

They're trying to get me drunk as usual, she told herself accurately. And why the hell not? I don't seem to have much to say about anything any more.

As she was meditating on the unhappiness of her situation, their group was enlarged by the addition of Kelly and Finn. Elton James lit a cigarette and cleared his throat for attention.

"Okay, I guess we have all the principals here," he began. "As an old and successful hand in this business, and someone who knows the market pretty well, I'd like to give you folks some advice for your future efforts. Now what we saw tonight showed a lot of promise and talent, but there's room for improvement. Video-tape is a lot different from regular film, and a television set isn't a motion picture screen, so you have to adapt your technique to the medium. Make your scenes smaller and more intimate and use a lot more close-ups. You've got a marvelous young chick here with good clear unwrinkled skin, so move in tight with that camera and let us see what she's got to offer."

Ned and Finn looked at each other and nodded, neither man being too proud to accept advice from a real pro, particularly since he was going to make them all rich by purchasing their product.

"Now as far as your action is concerned, you've got a lot of liberty because these days practically anything goes," the expert continued his lecture. "The standard boy-on-top-of-girl-on-bottom scene isn't too effective because the viewer basically can't see anything. What you need for this next film is more of the 'sixty-nine' stuff with real good close-ups showing exactly what's going on and where. That kind of thing really turns a viewer on. And don't be afraid of the wild stuff either! You know what I mean, Ned, and if you don't, I'll explain later."

Arla didn't know what he meant by 'wild stuff' and the phrase worried her a little. As he spoke, Elton James was strolling across the room, forcing the others to trip along behind him if they wished to hear what he was saying. From the general direction of his stroll, Arla guessed that he was heading for the bedroom, wanting to hold his conference in a little more privacy.

When they were out of the main room and away from the noise of people talking, laughing and drinking, the distributor turned and faced the group again with more advice. Arla downed her fifth or sixth drink of the evening and felt a little unsteady on her feet, but no longer quite so worried about the future. The alcohol was starting to relax her body, and she felt less embarrassed about appearing so scantily dressed in front of all these people,. After all, all the technicians at the studio had seen her stark naked! Why should she be concerned about a skimpy dress which showed a little too much behind and bosom?

"Now, there's another point you might remember, Finn," James lectured on, giving the director a friendly smile. "You're not approaching this girl's body properly with your camera. You should pan in gently, giving the viewer a chance to see all of her, tits and pussy included, and then zero in on whatever it is you want to emphasize. And you, little lady, have got to learn to hold still a little bit while the camera is on you. The film we just saw was beautiful, but during the early section of the rape scene, you were jerking around so much that you're liable to give your viewer a headache trying to keep track of you."

Arla longed to explain that she had not known in advance what was going to happen to her and had no intention of ever doing it again, but she caught a dangerous look in Ned's eyes and decided to keep her mouth shut. All he had to do, she knew perfectly well, was to show that film to Matt and her entire life would come tumbling down around her ears.

"Now who's going to be your male lead in this next flick?" James wanted to know.

"We were thinking about using Rick again," explained Kelly. "He played opposite me when we shot the first sequence in the slave girl thing."

"Good, get him, will you? I'll show you a couple of techniques you might be able to use."

Arla helped herself to another drink and lit a cigarette while Finn went out into the main room looking for Rick, who had last been seen eating peanuts over by the bar and chatting up the girl who was serving the drinks. Arla had no idea what kind of 'techniques' James wanted to explain, but she understood this business well enough by now to expect the worst. Rick came in, smiled at everyone, kissed Kelly and Arla and shook hands with Mr. James.

"Okay, now in the clinches, you should always have Arla's body at an angle, otherwise you lose all the effect," the distributor explained.

"I don't follow you," questioned Finn dubiously.

"Okay, look, we'll demonstrate," offered the tall serious man, reaching out and taking Arla gently by the arm. "You stand here, honey, and Rick, you come over here and put your arms around her."

Arla gulped the last half of her drink, feeling her head fairly spinning and hoped that she would not be called upon to do or say anything complicated which would reveal to everyone that she was already thoroughly drunk. Rick came obediently forward and put his muscular arms around Arla as directed, and the young housewife suddenly felt warm and comforted as the handsome actor held her.

"Okay... now... well, you really can't see what I'm trying to demonstrate this way. Kelly, will you help Arla slip out of her dress? Pretty as it is, it hides too much of what we're trying to illustrate here."

Had James told her to take off her dress, the dazzled, intoxicated young wife would probably have objected, but the fact that he had told Kelly to take it off for her made a subtle difference somehow, as if the question of undressing in front of these people was no longer her responsibility. She lifted her arms with submissive obedience and allowed the producer's wife to draw the dress over her head, leaving her clad merely in a tiny transparent pair of bikini style panties which offered very little in the way of protection for her modesty. Rick decided that he had better undress at the same time, and within half a minute, the man and the woman stood facing each other, dressed only in their shorts.

"Good, now take her in your arms," James instructed, and the actor obeyed, once again putting his powerful arms around the girl's frail shoulders.

"Right, now pull back just a little, so that you show this breast completely... Get it Finn? The way you were doing it in your flick, the viewer gets cheated out of seeing her tits during the scene, and this young lady has tits worth seeing!" To illustrate exactly what he meant, James put one arm around Arla's creamy white shoulders, turning her slightly to one side and then placing his hand boldly on the warmly quivering flesh of her right breast, arranging it the way he wanted it. "Oh, another thing, have Arla take off her brassiere at least an hour before you start to shoot, or you'll have bra strap markings still showing on her skin. Is this boring you, or are some of these suggestions helpful?"

"Hell yes," replied Ned Giorgio enthusiastically while Finn nodded in agreement. "Finn and I know a lot about television, but not much about this kind of work. We're happy to learn whatever we can."

"Good, I'm glad you feel that way because I think the two of you make a successful team. Now in the tape we screened tonight, you had an oral- genital scene, as I recall; but it was supposed to be a rape scene so the clumsiness didn't matter much. But in your next effort, you're certainly going to want a couple of shots of a blow job where the girl is at least a little bit willing to do it. Do you know how to handle that sort of thing, Arla?"

Suddenly realizing that he was talking to her, the young wife blushed to the roots of her long blonde hair, but Ned - who knew from personal experience what the truth of the matter was - answered for her.

"I suspect that Arla could use some pointers on this sort of thing, Elton," he advised seriously. "You'll find that she's a real fast learner." As he spoke he shot her a glance which told her very clearly that she had better cooperate or face the consequences. Arla was too overpowered by the circumstances and too woozy from drink to object to anything at this point and so she simply nodded, wondering how James intended to teach her the fine points of oral intercourse.

"Rick, do you mind putting on a free performance?" inquired the distributor of films, as easily as he might ask for a cigarette.

"Are you kidding?" laughed the actor happily. "I ought to be paying you!" And without the slightest trace of embarrassment, the tall blond actor removed his shorts, exposing himself quite proudly to the two women in the room. His penis was in the relaxed state, hanging quite naturally between his muscular thighs, but Arla remembered clearly what it had looked like when it was erect and ready for action, and she shuddered at the recollection.

"All right, Arla," Mr. James continued as if he were conducting a class. "Now let's imagine a scene for you to enact. Let's say that our friend Rick here is a sadist, and he's just beaten you into submission in order to get you to allow him to penetrate you orally. You're willing to do it only to avoid another beating, but once you get started, you really go to town on him, sort of for revenge. Now imagine I'm the camera, and please recall that everything you do has to be played to me. Okay, down on your knees in front of him, please."

Arla shot a quick glance at her former lover, pleading with her eyes to be spared from this awful humiliation, but all she found in Ned's face was mild amusement and the beginnings of a lusty feeling. There was no help to be expected from this quarter, and Arla had come to the conclusion that Kelly had some latent homosexual tendencies and actually enjoyed seeing a younger and more beautiful woman tormented in this degenerate fashion. No, there was no way out. If she refused Ned's merest request, he could end all chance of happiness in life for her by means of a quick telephone call to Matt.

She went down on her knees, just as Kelly Giorgio had done the first day of shooting when Arla had made her entrance into this vile depraved business. Rick's heavily swaying cock jerked a little as he felt her hot breath on the thick leathery foreskin, and he took a step closer to move his groin up against her face.

"Good, but the two of you are forgetting where the camera is," James reminded them. "I know this is fun, but don't lose track of the fact that you're making a movie."

Rick shifted his posture slightly so that the 'camera' could get a full view of his long, but still flaccid instrument.

"Good, now go to work, Arla, but take your time. You've got to arouse this man, or he's going to take the whip to you again. And remember to keep your face turned so we can see you. Good clear distinct movements, remember?"

Oh, this is really too much, the humiliated girl told herself in absolute misery. How did they get me into this disgusting position? They never gave me a chance to draw the line and refuse to go any further, and now it had come to this: lessons in sexual perversion!

And what could she do about it? Nothing, she realized with a growing sense of despair. If she angered Mr. James and ruined Ned's chances of making this sale, Giorgio would certainly find a way to get even with her. And besides, she would look totally ridiculous if she started getting prudish at this point. If she objected to this kind of thing, why had she come to the party in the first place, wearing that shameful dress? Besides, Kelly had done this terrible business and gone out afterward to eat a pizza. If she refused now, they would think she was nuts. Besides, even though she found it difficult to admit to herself, she was beginning to feel the tingles of lusty excitement starting to grow in the base of her spine and shooting into her stomach like little shocks of electric current.

So she did as she was told and went to work, feeling the strange quivering sensation spread deep in her belly as she ran her full wet lips lightly over the surface of Rick's hard muscular groin just above the forest of brown pubic hair. With her hands, she reached up and grasped his warm limp penis, gently stimulating it by rubbing the foreskin back and forth over the red-tipped bulbous glad until she felt the organ begin to twitch as Rick became aroused.

Once this process was underway, there was no holding it back, and Rick's eagerly throbbing cock popped up as if it had suddenly come to life. There was an amused murmur of comment from the observers, and the actor flashed a proud grin around the room. Arla, having some difficulty focusing her eyes because of the alcohol, studied the massively heated object she held before her like a conductor's baton.

"Come on, baby, use those beautiful lips," urged the porn-actor from above her, moving his loins even closer to her face so that his long hard penis was aimed at her half-open like a cannon about to fire.

"Go to it, honey," commanded James in a calm voice. "But remember your camera angles."

Gradually a change began to settle over Arla's fogged mind, and a deep sense of slavish masochistic resignation began to settle over her. All right, she told herself. Do what they want; don't fight any longer. Enjoy it if you can, whore!

Her decision made, Arla leaned forward, her tongue flickering lewdly out to touch the lust-swollen head of his impatiently pulsating cock. Rick jumped at the sudden spine-tingling contact, and James moved up closer, still pretending to be the camera and wanting to see everything. The others stood around smoking and drinking, all behaving very seriously as if this were a scientific experiment of the utmost importance. Arla circled her wetly darting tongue around the man's smooth rubbery flesh, forcing a groan from his lips, and she tormented the tiny opening of the gland at the end of his long rigid shaft, already moist from the miniature droplets of precum oozing from the interior.

But Rick was a clean person, and to her surprise, she found that there was nothing really distasteful physically about what she was being obliged to do. Humiliation and shame were both there, of course, but she tried to blank out her mind and concentrate on the whispered instructions coming from James.

"Use your hands, baby, that's it," he counseled and the trembling young girl raised her hands to his thick towering cock. Tenderly she cupped the softly swaying balls, pulling on them gently and teasingly. The other hand crept to the base of his visibly throbbing penis where she stroked the thick brown hair which bloomed in the man's crotch and caressed the length of his long hardness while she continued to delight him by kissing and licking the blood-filled spongy tip at the other end.

"Pull the skin down," advised James, hovering over her like an anxious parent and watching as she slavishly obeyed, gently tugging on the foreskin of his jerking uncircumcised penis and drawing it down to leave the large bulbous tip naked against the softness of her tongue. She kissed it with wetly parted lips and then slowly began to insert it directly into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth a little at a time.

"Oh Christ, you're driving me mad!" Rick groaned, the eyes rolling back in his head as crazy rippling sensations began racing up and down the base of his spine and shooting up to the back of his neck. Rick was an experienced actor in sex films, but there was something so extremely abnormal about this particular situation that it was turning him on powerfully. For one thing, he knew perfectly well that Arla was not just another aspiring porn-star. She was an innocent little girl who had somehow gotten involved in this degenerate business by mistake and was clearly being held in it against her will and better judgment.

"Suck harder," he pleaded, not knowing whether this was precisely what James had in mind or not, and not really caring. "Ahhhhh, Arla, your mouth is like butter!"

Again, the blackmailed young wife did as she was told, feeling the excitement slowly mount within her own nakedly kneeling body and shivering with masochistic joy at the idea of her mouth being used as a receptacle for this man's vile semen. There was something so depraved and perverse about the situation that it was impossible not to be excited by it, and she could sense that the others were becoming steadily aroused as well.

Now she put her heart into it, sucking on him like a woman possessed and slashing her tongue agilely back and forth across the tip of his thick meaty cock as it rammed relentlessly in and out of her face. His hands crept into her hair, and no one was paying any attention to James any more or spending any time worrying about camera angles. Eventually the distributor gave up trying to give advice and contented himself with watching this lurid drama unfold before him.

"It's cumming," groaned the actor, his voice low and husky with passion. "Any minute now!"

The two of them seemed like candidates for an insane asylum by this point. Rick, his hands holding her head tightly before him lest she try to escape at the critical moment, was fucking ruthlessly into her mouth, and the girl's hands had snaked around behind him to pull his muscular asscheeks forward, urging him to skewer deeper and deeper into her cruelly-stretched mouth while mewls and hums of passionate masochistic acceptance erupted from her cock-filled throat. The rich ripe globes of her breasts were dancing up and down on her chest as her entire naked body jiggled voluptuously back and forth from the violence of the actor's savage pummeling of her delicate mouth.

Then a deep animalistic groan erupted from between his parted lips, and Arla knew that he was summing at last. Her throat gulped as the first wave of hot sticky white liquid flowed into her, causing her cheeks to billow out like a balloon as he filled her mouth with a never-ending stream of his heatedly spewing semen. The crowd around them watched her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she labored not to lose a drop of the lust-inciting fluid, her wetly glistening lips forming a tight seal around the thick shaft of his wildly ejaculating cock.

"Don't quit until you're finished," warned James, his face almost touching hers. "Lick him clean!"

Arla locked herself in the bathroom, managing to get the door shut behind her before the tears started streaming down her face. Plunged into the deepest despair she had ever experienced, the blackmailed young wife sat on the edge of the toilet and cried piteously into a towel to muffle the noise, hoping that no one would overhear her and realize how seriously this was affecting her.

Gradually, her sobs came to an end and she faced herself in the mirror to do some repair work on her makeup which had been badly smeared by her tears and Rick's frantically pistoning cock as it fucked in and out of her mouth. What now? she asked herself, studying the reflected image of her grief-stricken face and noting that traces of Rick's cum were still clinging obscenely to the corners of her lips. Where exactly do you go from here?

What terrified the young woman more than anything else was the power of her physical reactions to the experiences they were forcing upon her. It would be normal for a woman to feel sentiments of shame and disgust, and at the beginning, she had been nauseated at the vile and depraved things they had asked her to do. But now, all that was changing! Despite the perversity and sinfulness of the act she had just committed with Rick, she could not find the slightest trace of remorse anywhere in her. Instead, her sensually awakened body seemed to have been overpowered completely by lust and she shivered, standing nakedly alone in the bathroom and recalling every movement she had made a few minutes before.

There was no question about it; they had changed her life radically by introducing her into this world of bestiality and degradation. Instead of feeling dismayed and disgusted, she was excited, stimulated, aroused...  call it what you will, this girl was virtually beside herself with unsatisfied lust!

Someone was banging on the bathroom door.

"Hey, don't take all day in there, Arla," Kelly Giorgio called through the thin wooden door. "Elton James is going to show us a video which has been having a lot of success over on the East Coast. He says there's a lot to be learned from it!"

"I'm coming," testified the stricken girl in a low husky voice. "Keep your pants on."

"I won't promise a thing!" joked Kelly lewdly as she turned away from the door and went to join her husband in the next room. In the meanwhile, technicians from KCTW-TV had set up a video screen system, by which it was possible to take an ordinary video, made for television, and project it on a large wide screen so that the picture could be viewed simultaneously by a large group of people. The other guests had already taken their seats, and Kelly Giorgio joined her husband who was sitting alone on a large sofa in the rear of the room. "Taking a back seat, lover?" she teased him.

"Yeah," he responded lustily. "Remember when we were kids, always sitting in the back row of the movie house so we could neck without being disturbed?"

"I might have known you had something up your sleeve, your dirty old man," she laughed at him.

"I've got something up all right," he shot back at her with a lecherous grin. "But it's not up my sleeve. Hey, where's the guest of honor?"

"I just called her," Kelly informed him. "She was in the bathroom, drying her maidenly tears, or finger-fucking herself, or both."

"Poor kid," Ned Giorgio sympathized insincerely. "She got excited playing around with Rick, and then got left in the lurch without any satisfaction."

"You planning on helping her out, sweetheart?" purred Kelly lustily, running her fingers through her husband's thick black hair.

Giorgio chuckled in reply, and then continued seriously.

"Listen, we can't afford to let up on that girl, not even for a minute. If she thinks she's scraping the bottom of the barrel now, she's mistaken, because I've got big plans for this next flick, including some things our Miss Arla never dreamed of. We've got to keep the pressure on, breaking her willpower down bit by bit until she's putty in our hands. If we give her a minute to thinly for herself, she'll be out of our hands like a light, and we'll be minus the best potential porn-actress I've ever laid eyes on."

"You've laid more than eyes on that little girl," Kelly reminded him a little sharply. "But I can't quite blame you. If I were a man, I'd be climbing all over her like the rest of you."

Ned's face darkened as his wife uttered these words, a new foul idea suddenly entering his head.

"That's a thought," he said slowly. "As long as we're breaking her into the refinements of life, we might as well experiment a little in that direction. You never can tell, it might make an interesting flick with the two of you working each other over. When she comes out, we'll sit her between us and have some fun with her during the film. Unless I miss my guess, Mrs. Eisenberg is plenty stirred up right now, and James' film sure isn't going to calm her down any. We've got to keep her horny as hell until we're ready to shoot. Arla's trouble is that she's trying to make herself believe that she's a clean living upstanding young wife, when underneath it all, she's a whore, and she knows she's a whore!"

Arla put the last finishing touches on her lipstick and hair, adjusted the scoop-necked dress to cover as much of her voluptuous body as possible, and walked out of the bathroom to join the others for the screening of James' film. She knew perfectly well that they were all looking at her expectantly, and she kept her eyes carefully focused on the ground in front of her, not wanting to lose her balance. The alcohol was still very much with her, even though her drunkenness had subsided to the point where she was able to operate without appearing intoxicated.

The hungrily burning sensation in her belly showed no signs of going away, however, and as she walked, her nakedly sensitive thighs rubbed together, increasing the state of her excitement by the minute. She had never been so turned on in her life, and there was no relief in sight. She could hardly go up to the first man she met and ask him to make love to her, despite the fact that she was so stimulated now that she felt like doing just that.

"Hey, Arla," she heard Giorgio's voice from the back of the room. "Come and sit with us. We haven't got any popcorn, but there's plenty of room."

Arla blushed as Ned's remark drew the group's attention to her, but the idea of sitting in the back where no one could see her was attractive, and she sat down between Ned and his wife and settled back to watch the movie.

"This should be terrific," Giorgio advised the two women. "Elton says this sequence is the all-time money maker in this field. Keep your eyes open and maybe we can learn something."

Arla felt Ned's hand on her knee as the lights flicked off but she reasoned that the TV producer could hardly try anything with his wife sitting right there. Someone handed her a drink and she accepted it gratefully, despite the fact that she knew perfectly well that she had already had more than enough to drink this evening. Both Kelly and Ned seemed to be sitting unnecessarily close to her, but she decided to ignore the two of them and forget her troubles by watching the porn- film.

The title of James' tape was 'The Mechanical Man,' and the first scene showed a white haired, evil looking scientist working in his laboratory. Next to him on a table, the form of a woman's body was clearly visible under a white cloth. At first, Arla thought that the girl was intended to be dead, which struck her as rather morbid, but when the mad scientist slowly and tantalizingly removed the cloth, the viewers saw that the girl was still quite alive. Naked and bound hand and foot, she was cruelly spread-eagled on the cloth covered surface, with stout cords securing her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table.

"Please, doctor," came the voice on the sound track. "Please, I'll do anything."

"Silence!" retorted the white coated sadist, grinning at her with the expression of a madman, a heavy Germanic accent in his voice. "You should be proud to sacrifice your body for science, My girl!"

Clearly in despair, the petite young woman pulled frantically at the cords holding her to the table, the tension in her nakedly bound body causing her small, widely-spaced breasts to flutter on her chest as she struggled uselessly for her freedom. Clearly visible under the penetrating eye of the camera was the sparse turf of pubic hair between her finely tapered legs, and the cameraman took the opportunity to zoom in on this helpless target, giving the crowd a close-up view of the girl's narrow hairy slit and the tiny rounded button of her clit.

Arla glanced at her neighbors, feeling a burst of sympathy for the actress who had been selected for this degrading role, wondering if she too had been tricked and deceived into participation in this foul and degenerate video.

"Pretty wild stuff, eh?" inquired Ned lecherously, returning Arla's glance. "That actress hasn't got half the equipment you do, baby. Look at those tiny tits of hers!"

"Practically a boy," agreed Kelly, turning to join in this sordid conversation. "Nothing like these big beauties here!"

At first, Arla thought Kelly was referring to her own voluptuous bosom, but the older woman unexpectedly reached out and cupped both of Arla's full, partially revealed breasts in her hands, giving them a squeeze as she did so.

"Oh, don't touch me!" whispered the young wife in alarm. She was getting accustomed to the idea that every man who came near her could touch virtually anything he wanted, but having women take the same liberties with her sensually aroused body seemed just a little too much to accept.

"Don't be silly, Arla," Ned corrected her gently. "A gal with your looks should be happy to be admired, particularly by other women. Now just lean forward a minute."

Confused, the young woman did as she was told, not quite understanding what the producer had in mind. She soon found out, for as she leaned obediently forward, her eyes still following the action on the screen, Giorgio reached deftly behind her and pulled down the zipper on her dress, freeing her firmly ripened breasts from their confinement.

"Why did you do that?" the girl whispered, not wanting to attract attention from the others in the room. After all that she had been through, the thought of baring her naked breasts in a crowded room did not dismay her as much as it might have previously, but she feared - correctly, it turned out - that this was only the prelude to something really depraved.

"Because I felt like seeing you, lovely," responded Giorgio with his usual suave manner. "Anything wrong with that? Besides, you're so hot, I figured you could use some fresh air. Don't you agree, Kelly?"

"Certainly do," replied his wife, shifting around in her seat so that she could survey their captive and the screen at the same time. As the top of Arla's dress fell forward into her lap, Kelly's hands returned to the attack, and the young wife felt feminine hands massaging her turgid little nipples, tweaking and tempting them into real tense hardness. "Hmmmmmmm, if I were a man, baby, I could go for you," Kelly assured her crudely.

"Don't please don't Kelly!" gasped the suddenly alarmed young girl, wondering how many more surprises she would have to endure before the evening was over. "You aren't a... a Lesbian, are you?"

Apparently not wanting to draw any attention to themselves, the Giorgio's kept their laughter down to a discreet chuckle, but there was no question that they found her naive question amusing.

"Kelly likes flesh, baby," Ned informed her with an evil sneer. "Nice, warm flesh, and it doesn't make too much difference who it belongs to. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Hmmmmmmmmm, I'm not going to admit anything, you dirty old man," Kelly Giorgio retorted saucily, her fingers still lewdly exploring Arla's ripely quivering breasts, tweaking and pinching the sensitively erect nipples. "Hey, look at what's happening on the screen!"

Arla was toying with the idea of resisting the older woman's depraved advances, but she realized with despair that no matter what she tried to do, the Giorgio family would always somehow manage to be one step ahead of her. So she resigned herself to the inevitable and leaned back against the couch to follow Kelly's suggestion and watch the film. She was so thoroughly aroused by now that a pair of hands stroking her tingling rigid little nipples felt good, and maybe Ned was right about it not making much difference whether the hands were male or female.

On the screen before them, in the meanwhile, the scene was becoming more torrid and degenerate by the moment. The mad scientist had now swung a large and complicated piece of machinery onto the table between the girl's widely-stretched legs, and he was busily attaching wires and tightening bolts for his experiment, whatever it might be. His nakedly terrified young victim was giving a very convincing demonstration of being frightened half out of her mind, and Arla found herself pitying the young porn-actress for the unknown torments she was about to suffer.

"Goddamn, this is turning me on!" exclaimed Ned, his eyes glued to the screen as he moved closer to Arla, his right hand crossing over in front of him to stroke the downy skin of her naked belly. The young wife drew her breath in sharply as she found herself being caressed lecherously by two different people simultaneously. Where is the bottom of the pit? she wondered in a state of drunken confusion. Is there anything they can't force me to do? Why am I so weak and helpless?

But there were no answers to these unspoken questions and Arla observed that neither Ned nor his wife were paying much attention to her, at least with their eyes, both of them exciting themselves by watching the video-screen in front of them.

A sigh of amazement ran through the audience as they saw the mad scientist open a large narrow box and remove a large, perfectly formed rubber penis. The object was slightly larger than life-size, and the actress's eyes widened with sudden horror as she realized precisely what this infernal machine was designed to do. She twisted and thrashed around wildly on the hard unyielding surface of the table, but the professor ignored her completely, giving all his attention to the task of attaching this long phallic weapon to a shaft which protruded menacingly from the mechanism itself.

The mechanical work done, the mad scientist turned again to his futilely struggling victim, running his lecherous hands over the ripely available contours of her youthfully firm body, apparently taking particular obscene delight in prodding and poking at the defenselessly quivering crevice of her vagina.

"Too dry," he muttered, frowning with displeasure over the fact that the girl's nakedly resisting body was not cooperating in this nefarious experiment. But he quickly remedied the situation, producing a tube of special lubricating ointment which he squeezed into her tight little cunt, causing the actress to gasp as the cold slippery grease invaded the fleshy tissues of her vulnerable pink pussy. As an afterthought, the Germanic professor tightened the cords holding the girl's legs to the side of the bed, pulling her ankles farther and farther apart, so that the walls of her narrow, tightly-clasped cunt were pulled far apart, popping open suddenly to reveal the gaping little opening of her grease smeared vagina. Then, wiping his hands thoughtlessly on his white laboratory coat, the mad scientist began to angle his machine into position, ignoring the babble of protests which erupted from the molested girl's lips. He forced the huge rubbery point of his thick artificial cock between the trembling, vainly resisting lips of her tormented young cunt. The girl tried to wiggle away from this depraved aggression, but the scientist had already slipped the tapered point of the rubber penis inside of her, and the massive instrument was sufficiently flexible to bend whenever her hips jerked this way or that, and she could not tear herself loose of it.

"Elton told me that the girl was making her debut with this film," Giorgio confided to the two women by his side. "So you see, Arla, acting experience isn't all that important."

"And after the film was over?" questioned the young wife, her voice ragged a little by lust and liquor, thinking that the young actress must surely have been driven insane by this horrible experience.

"Well... she went back to work and made another film, naturally," explained Giorgio, not quite understanding her question.

As they conversed, the television producer fumbled with the zipper on Arla's flimsy dress, pushing the thin fabric farther and farther down around her hips until the top of her moist, hair-covered pubic triangle was visible.

"Please... please," begged Arla, her mind whirling with confusion. "Don't strip me in front of all these people... they'll think I'm a whore."

"You are a whore, my dear," smiled Kelly. "And if you could only get that fact into your thick head, you could relax and enjoy life a little more."

"But." she began to whimper, but Giorgio cut her off.

"And you won't be the only whore in the room who's getting rid of her clothing. Look around you."

As usual, Giorgio was correct. In the row ahead of them, one of Ned's female guests had been stripped absolutely naked by the men sitting on either side of her, and most of the women in the room were being fondled by one or more males. Sexual excitement was virtually radiating off the screen and infecting the entire audience with lust. This was the beginning of an orgy, and there was no question about it!

"You see the value of these tapes?" explained Giorgio easily, pushing his outstretched middle finger steadily into the brown clump of pubic hair and searching for the tiny pink point of her clit. "You can't just call all of your friends and schedule an orgy, even if you're the type who likes a little action on Saturday night. But get the right sort of people together, and slip one of these films into the video recorder attached to your television set and snap! Instant orgy!"

"Ohhhhhhh!" groaned the lust-stricken young wife as Giorgio's fingers found what they were looking for, and invaded the already-lubricated hole of her hotly throbbing pussy.

"My, my, it seems that we are all ready down here," Giorgio commented mockingly as he felt the orgiastic fluid oozing slowly from the over- stimulated girl's wildly excited cunt. "Lift up your sweet little behind, dearie, and let's get rid of this ridiculous dress."

"Oh, please," Arla begged desperately, but the girl was now thoroughly in the habit of obeying this man whenever he gave an order, and the thought of rebelling never entered her head. She lifted her smoothly rounded asscheeks off the couch, and the Giorgio couple tugged from both sides, drawing the dress and her panties down off her hips and over her smooth creamy thighs onto the floor. She was naked, and Kelly Giorgio got to her knees over the trembling girl, opening her blouse to bare her own heavily dangling breasts.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm," the older woman crooned, running her hands lightly over Arla's naked, lushly quivering body.

"Oh, don't, Kelly, please," the young wife mumbled, the alcohol in her system causing her to slur her words slightly. "Don't degrade me any more! I can't stand any more humiliation! Don't make an animal out of me!"

"Oh, but that's precisely what we're going to do to you," responded Ned Giorgio cruelly. "We're going to break you down to the bare essentials, baby, and you're going to love every minute of it. Just like that little chick up on the screen there!"

Arla's dazed eyes followed the man's gaze and watched: the sex machine was in motion now, and the unrelenting drive shaft was forcing the artificial rubber penis inexorably into the girl's defenselessly open cunt. The machine was obviously still running in low gear, moving gently back and forth with just the broad meaty tip of the cock actually inside her tense, fear-ridden pussy. It was clear to the viewers that the actress was a little surprised by this tenderness, obviously having expected that the fucking machine would fly into her like a runaway engine, tearing her to pieces in the process.

The actor playing the part of the sexually deranged scientist was not a patient man, however, and he smiled sadistically as he pulled a switch on the side of the machine. The engine sputtered and the depraved mechanism moved forward, forcing the massive rubber penis a few inches farther into the grease-gleaming lips of her wide-split vagina. Sounding somewhat artificial as it filtered through the speaker system, the girl's scream echoed around the room. Arla's face grew pale at the sight.

"Is that really hurting her?" she quavered, wondering if Giorgio was evil enough to subject her to such a thing and fearing in the back of her head that he was.

'Probably," came the cruel laconic reply. "It's hard to get the proper effect otherwise. But she recovered and came back for more. And so will you."

Arla shuddered and closed her eyes, wishing she could find some way to relieve the burning tormenting sensation that all of this lewd and unnatural stimulation was causing in her loins. What made all of this worse was the realization that her troubles were caused by her own personal weakness. If she had an ounce of moral strength left in her body, she would scoop her dress up off the floor, spit in Giorgio's face and walk out of this room. But she was not going anywhere, and she knew it. In choosing her to play the part of a slave in her first picture, Giorgio had been cleverer than he knew, since a slave was precisely what she had become: a slave to her own wild unquenchable lust!

And the Giorgio's were doing their level best to make sure that she stayed in this deplorable condition. Kelly had torn her blouse off completely and was towering over her, bare-breasted, like an eagle preparing to swoop down upon its prey. Her husband had apparently decided that Arla was more interesting than the video they were supposed to be watching, and had buried his head between the young girl's tightly clasped thighs, insanely trying to get his lips up against the moistly palpitating flanges of her pussy. Between the two of them, Kelly and Ned had managed to maneuver her nakedly voluptuous body around so that she was virtually stretched out on their knees, and the horrified blonde haired wife found that her sensitive, lush young breasts were being noisily sucked by the other woman.

"Oooooooooh!" she groaned helplessly, making a half-hearted and unsuccessful attempt to push her away.

Kelly reacted by biting one of her nipples, sinking her sharp white teeth into the softly yielding flesh around the nipple until Ellen groaned for mercy. As she squirmed in pain, Arla unknowingly gave Ned the opportunity he had been waiting for by spreading her legs. With a quick, well-timed movement, the TV producer lurched forward, his hot wet mouth coming into direct contact with the girl's moistly cringing pussy.

Arla gasped in dismay and protest, but an electrifying shock was already racing through her nakedly ravaged body as the man's long snake-like tongue began circling the throbbing tiny head of her clit. She groaned, but even as she heard the sound she was making she knew it was a groan of pleasure and not of pain. By turning her head slightly, she found she could still see past Kelly who was happily licking her breasts one by one as if they were a succulent pair of ice cream cones - to where Ned was hunched on all fours between her widespread legs, grinning like the devil himself. The moist pink flesh of her nakedly vulnerable vagina was exposed and helpless, available to this depraved sex maniac for any foul abuse he chose to heap upon it.

"Mmmmmmmm," murmured Kelly delightedly, lifting her lips momentarily from Arla's warm, glistening breasts. "Am I getting in your way, lover? Are you going to fuck her, or what?"

"After awhile," responded Giorgio calmly, the orgiastic fluids dripping obscenely from his lips as he spoke. "First I want to hear her scream for it. You having a good time?"

"Yeah, but I'm getting heated up," his wife answered crudely. "And this broad isn't gonna be able to give momma what she needs when she wants a little genuine loving. Just see that you take care of your family obligations, hubby, or I'll be forced to look elsewhere for my satisfaction."

"Don't worry about a thing," laughed Ned evilly, dropping his lips again to Arla's heatedly throbbing vagina. "Daddy's always got a little left over."

Arla listened to this incredible conversation with shock and horror. Even in her drunken condition, she realized that these were not two normal people. They were sadists, professional vultures who preyed upon the innocence and guilelessness they found around them the way vampires were supposed to suck the blood from their victims.

But she had no time to think about her situation, since both of the Agards went immediately back to work as soon as their lurid conversation was finished. Placing his palms flat against the tender inside flesh of her creamy white thighs, Ned slyly inserted both of his thumbs directly into the softly moist flanges of her palpitating young cunt. Then, moving slowly and torturously, he spread the ragged pink edges of her vagina apart, exposing to his lecherous eyes the secret recesses of her voluptuously ripened body.

Arla jerked, a moan of shame and humiliation forced to her lips, but in truth, the thought of trying to escape from this defilement hardly crossed her mind. She was too far into this now to back out and her restlessly tormented body was practically screaming for satisfaction. She had to have sexual release or she felt she would die!

Kelly continued to suck methodically on her ripely swollen nipples, sending little currents of forbidden pleasure into the girl's shoulders and arms, and Arla lifted her head off the couch and stared down at her own nakedly writhing body in disbelief. She could not quite bring herself to believe that this was actually happening to her. It was all too bizarre!

Lashing her head back and forth, the sex-frenzied young wife caught sight again of the video which was still being projected onto the wide screen for the benefit of the other quests, some of whom were still watching, while others had abandoned the film in favor of more active pursuits.

"No, no, I can't take any more!" the porn-actress on the screen was groaning as the long mechanical cock thrust in and out between her frantically quivering legs, burying itself almost to the hilt as it ruthlessly rammed in and out of her tortured young vagina. The mad scientist was beside himself with lewd joy, hovering menacingly over her while he stroked the rest of her nakedly sleek body with feverish passion. The machine was now in high gear, pummelling the poor, spread-eagled victim without mercy.

The telecamera zoomed in for a close-up of the action. The sound track was picking up clearly the obscene sucking sound made by this: artificial penis as it slammed relentlessly into the girl's wetly clasping pussy. Despite all that was happening to her, Arla found it impossible to drag her eyes off the screen, her pupils widening as she watched the pink fragile skin of the girl's tight little vagina being drawn out with every back-stroke of the huge rubber penis, clinging to the sides of the glistening instrument as if it were reluctant to let go. Then, seconds later, the cycle would be reversed and with another metallic grunt, the fiendish mechanism would gear into the forestroke, plunging once again deep into the young woman's belly.

It was obvious to everyone that the battered porn-movie actress on the screen had resisted as long as was humanly possible; it was also perfectly obvious that her resistance was now effectively at an end. Already her lithe high-breasted torso was beginning to wantonly writhe and undulate in time with the strokes of the machine, and the soundtrack was filled with obscenities as she started shrieking all the vile obscene words in her very considerable vocabulary.

"Oh fuck! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it harder," she was groaning like a creature possessed.

Arla was trying desperately to ignore the shooting sensations which were searing through her own shamelessly aroused body, and she fairly glued her eyes to the screen, irrationally hoping that somehow watching this salacious spectacle would help her to hang on to her own faltering sanity. She looked at the morally depraved porn-actress, wondering if she herself in a few months would be entertaining a group of degenerates in this fashion.

As she watched, the mad professor on the screen was becoming even madder, stimulated beyond reason by the tortures he was inflicting upon his helpless young victim. After turning the fucking machine on full blast, he stood by the table facing the prying eye of the camera, running his fingers lewdly over the girl's naked, wildly throbbing little body, inserting his hands beneath her sweat-soaked asscheeks and teasing her tightly puckered anus... Timing his movements to coincide with those of the machine, he unexpectedly thrust forward, burying his thick middle finger in the actress's cringing young rectum.

"Ohhhh!" came the grunt on the soundtrack, and the girl's eyes popped open with fright as the madman rummaged around in the tender cavity of her backside, the saliva dripping lewdly from his open mouth.

Oh Christ, that's the limit, thought Arla in shock, suddenly grateful that no one at least had ever stooped to that level of depravity with her! At least the things which Ned had subjected her to were within the realm of the normal. But this was sick! They had treated this young actress like the lowest whore on the streets. And yet Giorgio had said that she had recovered and gone back for more!

But the mad scientist was still far from satisfied. A general chuckle rose from the audience as they watched the demented man use his one free hand to unbuckle his pants. Then he yanked his pillaging fingers free of her debased backside and began to crawl up over her on the table, his fat throbbing cock dangling menacingly before him.

"Suck!" they heard him say, the vile word faithfully recorded by the soundtrack and broadcast into the room.

The independent willpower of the savagely defiled porn-actress was now totally gone, if it had ever really existed, and the girl simply opened her mouth. The scene was well staged so that the audience would see the spongy bluntness of his visibly throbbing cock sliding past the softness of her red, waiting tongue.

But despite his madness, the scientist was shrewd. Promptly fucking energetically into the soft warm, cavern of her mouth, he carefully refrained from drawing himself all the way out, always leaving the tip of his hotly swollen cock an inch or two inside her tight ovalled lips. The actress closed her eyes in revulsion against this obscene attack, but the audience kept theirs open, fascinated by this dual rape of a helpless woman by man and machine.

The end was spectacular. After sawing in and out of her savagely for a few moments, the professor began to jerk and convulse as if his old bony body were undergoing a fit. The girl responded by licking and sucking furiously on the short stubby shaft of his cock buried deeply in her mouth, sucking voraciously as he and his machine pounded into her ruthlessly from both ends. At the same time, it was obvious to everyone who watched that the fucking machine was doing its assigned job with ruthless efficiency, driving her closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm too powerful to be denied.

The man's wildly pulsating cock suddenly burst, like a dam being overcome by a spring flood, and the hot sticky semen poured into the captive girl's mouth, spurting into her like a firehose while the girl sucked and gurgled, obviously making a tremendous effort not to allow the smallest drop of the lust-inciting fluid to escape from her widely-stretched lips.

Tears of masochistic joy could be seen on her cheeks as he creamed endlessly into her, and the young woman's body began to jerk and buck involuntarily as her own orgiastic spasm began. The very helplessness of her situation and the vile debasement to which she was being subjected seemed to add fuel to the fire burning in her naked young loins, and it was clear to the spectators that she would have flown clear off the table at this point had not the leather straps been there to restrain her.

The film was not yet over, and the mad scientist immediately withdrew his wetly glistening cock from her abused, cum-filled mouth to prepare a new series of tortures for this helpless victim. Anything after this would certainly be an anti-climax, and Arla closed her eyes, realizing that having watched this lewd drama had only aroused her to a higher level of excitement, and finding herself longing desperately to be fucked by a man, any man!

"Hey Ned," complained Kelly, lifting her lips from Arla's super- hardened little nipples. "Everybody's fucking but us. Let's get with it!"

She was right. In grotesque combinations of twos and threes, everyone in the room was engaged in some form of sexual activity and out of the corner of her eye, Arla could see Rick and Finn working over Elton James' pretty young wife, while the director himself was occupied with the black-haired woman who had been serving drinks.

"Yes please," panted Arla pitifully, hating herself for what she was saying but unable to hold herself back any more. "Please do it to me. Come inside of me!"

"No, not like that, baby," mocked the television executive. "Forget the girl scout language and ask for it like a big girl."

"Make love to me," Arla sobbed, knowing that this was Giorgio's way of taking her down another notch.

"You mean you want me to fuck you?" he questioned sadistically. "If that's what you mean, why don't you say it?"

"Yes, fuck me, please fuck me," she babbled, her last remnants of decency falling away like a sheet.

"Now wait a minute, hot-pants," interrupted Kelly vulgarly. "I'm just as turned on as you are, and this gentleman happens to be my husband. Wait until I've finished with him and maybe you can have the left- overs!"

Ned grinned and dived towards his wife, his broad shoulders knocking the lust-stricken Arla off the couch. She fell, neglected and alone, onto the floor and curled up immediately into a ball, drawing her knees up to her nakedly heaving breasts. They had used her, she told herself, sobbing out her misery in the darkness. They had used her like a plaything, a talking doll, and when they tired of her, they had cast her aside like an old shoe! They had broken her down to the point where she had screamed to be fucked, and then denied her the satisfaction she craved for with all her heart and soul. Never in her entire life had she hated anyone as much as she hated Ned and Kelly Giorgio right now. She had to get even, to revenge herself, to get back her destroyed honor and self-respect.

Matt did not have that many evenings to spend peacefully at home these days, and the cameraman was genuinely sorry to learn that Arla 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. Arla 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 Arla 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 videod 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 goodbye.

It came to her in a blinding flash of brilliance as she signaled for a taxi to take her to the studio. Giorgio 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. Giorgio 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 Ned Giorgio 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 Ned 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 KCTW-TV and turning on the lights. "Pardon me for asking, but you ain't an actress, are you?"

"Why no," Arla 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 Arla 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 Arla had slammed the door and was walking quickly towards the front doors of KCTW-TV, wanting to get well away from the man before he remembered precisely where he had seen her: a pornographic video. This was another good reason to get away from Ned 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?" Giorgio wanted to know.

"Will be by shooting time," confirmed Finn. "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 Arla should be the center of attraction."

"Speaking of Arla, where is she?" Finn wanted to know. "That dumb blonde ought to be here by now."

"She'll be here," predicted Giorgio 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?" Finn 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," Giorgio wanted to know.

"Manfred'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 Giorgio 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 KCTW-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. Giorgio 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 Giorgio with a hurt tone of voice. "After all, there was a time when we meant something to one another, Arla."

Arla 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," Giorgio 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," Ned 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, Ned, 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, Ned Giorgio," 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, Manfred?" asked Giorgio, craning his neck to look up at the monster.

"Uh, okay Mister Giorgio," 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. Manfred 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, Manfred," said Ned 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. "Manfred fuck Kelly?"

"No!" corrected Giorgio hurriedly, wanting to be absolutely sure he got everything straight.

"No, Manfred fuck girl named Arla, but Manfred must obey Kelly. Arla will pretend to be afraid, Manfred 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?"

Manfred shook his head slowly, and Giorgio ran his fingers through his hair in desperation. A few years back the doctors had done an operation on Manfred'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, Manfred had become extremely gentle and lacked any capacity whatsoever for anger or violence. Giorgio realized that if Arla 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.

"Manfred, listen to Ned," he tried again. "We are going to play a joke on our friend. Arla really likes to be fucked by big boys like you, in fact she told me so just a few minutes ago."

"Arla like Manfred?" the giant asked in surprise.

"Arla really likes Manfred," confirmed Ned evilly, "but Arla will pretend she doesn't like Manfred. Kelly will tell you what to do and you must do it, even if Arla says no, because Arla won't really mean it!" This speech did not make a great deal of sense even to Giorgio himself, but it seemed to satisfy the gorilla who nodded happily.

"Okay now Manfred, you take your clothes and stand over there," Ned directed.

"Manfred 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, Manfred," urged Giorgio convincingly. "It won't be funny if you don't take off your clothes."

Manfred 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 Giorgio shook his head in amazement.

"Ready to go?" called Finn, 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 Arla?"

"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 Manfred, who had removed one shoe successfully and was now attacking the other one with fierce concentration.

"Oh, just an extra," Ned reassured her hastily. "We thought it would be amusing to have a naked giant in the background."

"Oh," mumbled Arla, not totally convinced. "Well, what do I have to do?"

"Okay, now we want your reactions spontaneous, as usual, so just walk on to the set with Rick and follow his lead from there."

Arla 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 Manfred 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.' Manfred smiled agreeably, happy to be liked and accepted by all these nice people.

When the technicians stepped aside and Arla 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; Manfred 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 Finn 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.

Arla 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 Arla, 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!"

Arla 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 Arla's pendulous EE-cup 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. Manfred 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 porn-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 Arla 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 asscheek, 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!" Arla realized she was wrecking their video, but she no longer cared. No one had said anything to her about submitting to a whipping. A nice gentle love scene was what Ned had promised.

"Call the police, will you?" responded Kelly viciously, still speaking in the same throaty masculine voice. And before Arla 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!" Arla 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 Ned 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 Arla'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 Manfred was chained.

"Isn't she lovely, Manfred?" the older actress purred, her hand reaching down to stroke the idiot's giant genital organ.

"Manfred 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 Ned had said about obeying Kelly and not the girl.

"That's right, Manfred," 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?"

"Manfred 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 fourteen-inch cock swaying menacingly between his legs, the imbecile hunkered across the floor, his beady eyes fastened on Arla'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 girls 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 Arla from between gritted teeth, but Kelly ignored her completely, turning her attention to Manfred who was devouring the girl with his eyes, but not yet daring to touch her.

"You like her Manfred darling?" Kelly asked coyly, despite the fact that it was obvious from the idiot's eyes that he was entranced.

"Manfred 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 Arla, 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!" Arla reacted promptly.

"I told you to show Manfred 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 KCTW-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. KCTW-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... Arla 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 Manfred," 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 Arla 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, Arla 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, Manfred? UMMMMMMH, how big your cock is getting, my fine, handsome son. Arla would be so happy to have you make love to her, Manfred, only she's too shy to ask you for it. Just go ahead and fuck her, Manfred. She really likes you."

"Manfred 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 asscheeks. A soft finger swept over her tightly puckered little anus.

"Do you know how to do it, Manfred?" whispered the actress lustily, her hand kneading and twisting Arla's soft, smoothly rounded asscheeks without mercy. "Do you know where to put it, that big beautiful hard thing you have?"

No, no, no! Arla 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. Arla will really like that, Manfred. 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 Manfred 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. Arla felt Kelly's hands move quickly away, replaced almost immediately by the giant's wetly slavering lips as Manfred thrust his face into the crevice separating her frantically cringing asscheeks. 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 Arla knew, this time with certainty, that she had found the bottom of the barrel at last. Manfred 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 Arla cooperated or not, since Manfred 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. Arla 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, Arla Eisenberg, 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. Manfred 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 Arla was forced to jerk her naked young asscheeks 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 Arla 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 Manfred 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 KCTW-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 KCTW-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 KCTW-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 Ned Giorgio'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. Arla's frantically quivering asscheeks 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.

Manfred 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. Arla felt that the battle was over, and her strength disappeared suddenly. She collapsed forward on her belly, her ripely dangling breasts cushioning her against the hardness of the floor.

"Like it, Arla baby?" whispered Kelly lecherously, wanting to deepen the young woman's torment.

The girl's response was a heart-felt groan as her pain wracked body was jerked involuntarily back and forth by the violence of the giant's sodomizing thrusts. The pain had not gone away by any means, but it was more manageable now and Arla found her mind clearing somewhat. She had to survive, if only to have her revenge on the Giorgio's for what they had subjected her to. She had to live long enough to see them both in jail. Her life was finished, though! After this, she could never look another decent person in the face again. Now she was running on hate alone.

She began to fight back, somehow! She had to show them how much she hated and despised them and in a sudden burst of rage, she slammed her much-abused white asscheeks back against the giant who was savagely molesting her. She thrust back again and again, trying to tear his great beating cock right out of his groin if she could!

No one answered at the Giorgio household, and Matt decided that Ned and Kelly had probably gone out for a night on the town. Involuntarily, his eyes crept back to the grossly degenerate scene on his television tube. Incredible, he told himself, his mind searching unsuccessfully for a set of circumstances which would explain this strange phenomenon. He moved closer to the screen, a tiny bit aroused by the unfamiliar sight of a woman being anally raped... wait a minute, that gal isn't being raped, he decided. At first it had seemed as if she were being taken against her will, and those screams had certainly sounded realistic enough, but now it looked much more as if she were cooperating fully in this degenerate sodomistic adventure.

Her lush young breasts were shaking back and forth excitingly as she surged to and fro, and the girl's hips were now slamming back energetically into the giant's massive groin. Matt had little experience with this sort of thing, but all the evidence told him this was not a rape. Wait, the camera was moving in for a close-up, and Matt stepped nearer to the set, hoping for a clue as to what was going on.

"Hmmmmmmmmm," he said aloud in the empty room. "Pity you can't see her face because that is a very attractive woman there. Looks vaguely familiar somehow. Ah, she's turning her head."

The world suddenly fell in on the young cameraman and his knees unexpectedly went weak, forcing him to sit down hard. It was Arla, her lips drawn back up over her ivory teeth and her face contorted into a mask of what was actually pain, but which Matt interpreted as passion.

A cold sweat broke out on the young man's face and for a moment he was seriously afraid he was going to faint. It couldn't be!

It was! The camera panned in directly on her clean-cut attractive features, leaving no doubt about her identity. It was his wife being fouly violated on television for everyone in town to see.

Suddenly a great many things began to fall in place in the man's head. Giorgio's strange enthusiasm for sending him away on constant field trips; Arla's unusual behavior, her unexpected interest in knitting mittens for refugees until late at night; there were a great many questions still left unanswered, but the main outlines of the situation were clear. His wife had become something worse than a whore. Matt Eisenberg knew his duty.

A great many questions, thought the young sports enthusiast as he pulled his battered suitcase down off the closet shelf, but I don't really want to know anymore answers.

"Ugggggh!" grunted Manfred as he felt the powerful internal muscles of her sphincter close around his wetly pistoning penis. He grunted again and found that the increased pressure was doubling his pleasure and the giant smiled to himself as he felt Arla's voluptuous young body start to come to life under him. At first he had feared that he was hurting her, but now it seemed to his feeble brain that she was enjoying herself, just as Kelly said she would.

The chained young wife's body undulated fiercely, her smoothly rounded asscheeks rotating in vicious little circles, and Manfred's massively throbbing cock was tingling with a strange mysterious excitement which he had never experienced before. With his huge muscular hands? he spread the cheeks of her firmly working ass even farther apart, and his eyes almost bulged from his head as he watched the glistening thickness of his long rubbery cock as it glided smoothly in and out of the tortured receptacle of her rectum. Mistaking the girl's frantic writhing and moaning for intense passion, he increased the tempo of his stroke, ploughing into her with a maniac's sexual fury and feeling the beginnings of a wildly exciting sensation deep inside his own body.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh Christ!" groaned the girl as she felt him jerk convulsively inside of her? and realized that he was now about to fill her helpless belly with his hot churning cum, and that there was nothing in the world she could do to prevent it. She would have to take it, kneeling submissively and chained to the floor in front of him like the most humble slave in the world.

"Oh cum, Manfred, cum!" she encouraged him, wanting him to spew his vile seed into her nakedly trembling body and get it over with, freeing her from the bestial indignity which was being heaped upon her. Manfred gurgled like an animal and dug his sharp fingernails into her sensitive flesh, trying to force his mammothly swollen hardness even farther into the girl's helpless young body, his great murderous cock throbbing for an instant and then exploding like a damn.

Arla thought it was going to go on forever as the huge youth spewed a lifetime of accumulated lusts into the unnatural cavern of her anus, the hot sticky cum overflowing and forcing its way out of the tight nether ring to dribble shamefully down her legs, mixed with the orgiastic juices from her own body.

Arla tumbled forward on the mattress, completely spent and exhausted and the big youth collapsed on top of her, gently caressing her hair and mumbling childish endearments, convinced that he had finally made a woman happy despite his size. Arla gasped and sighed in defeat, feeling his deflated flaccid penis slowly retreating, leaving a trail of cum and pain behind it and making an obscene wet sucking sound as it slipped out from between the full half-moons of her asscheeks with a popping noise which could be heard all over the room.

Now, she thought irrationally, now there will be peace. Whatever happens tomorrow is unimportant. Now they will take me home and I can sleep.

"Okay boys, round'em up!" came a voice from the back of the room, and Arla looked up, thinking that the tape was not yet finished and Ned had engineered a second part which would probably be more obscene than the first. God, why couldn't they at least halt the cameras for a few minutes to allow her to rest! They had no right to start in with another debauchery without at least giving her a chance to recover from the first one.

Men dressed in policeman's costumes were walking onto the set and once again Arla had the opportunity to admire Kelly's acting skill. The older actress looked terrified, as if she were actually about to be arrested. Arla felt vague and dreamy, not particularly caring what happened or what wild plot Finn and Ned had organized so long as she was able to rest. Maybe these actor policemen would start on Kelly instead of her. They sure looked like real policemen.

"Okay, baby, on your feet!" ordered one of them, a tall redheaded Irishman with sergeant's stripes on his shoulder. More good acting, thought Arla dreamily. He really sounds like a policeman and she complied slowly, remembering to face the camera as she rose...

The camera was stopped. Shaking her head with disbelief as the sergeant wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, she saw Ned Giorgio standing in a corner, his hands in handcuffs and Finn loudly demanding to see his lawyer as he was led out of the room. Manfred looked mystified as he held out his hands meekly for the cuffs, and Kelly snarled at the policeman for pinching her skin as he slid the metal circles over her wrists.

"So we got a deal?" smiled Giorgio, waving his cigar at the lieutenant across the desk. I must remember to say something nice about you guys the next time I attend a town meeting."

"Yeah, do that," grinned the police lieutenant evilly. "Yeah, we got a deal buddy. The police ain't in the business of keeping an enterprising businessman like yourself from earning an honest dollar. Incidentally, how did it happen?"

"A fluke," explained Giorgio easily. "The technician who was handling the wires forgot to unplug the studio from the main board after we shot the live newscast. So when that idiot of a night watchman forgot to close down the transmitter, the sound and picture from the studio were broadcast normally, just as if we had intended it that way. I understand half the town saw it."

"Yeah, but we only got a couple of calls from a few spoil sports. By the way, we're going to have to book the kid. We found him smoking pot. A little fun and games with girls and television cameras we can get around, but smoking marijuana is a serious offense."

"Yeah, throw the book at him," agreed Giorgio callously. "If the press makes any noise, we can always say that the kid was using the studio to watch dirty movies and one of them accidentally got transmitted. Not our fault at all."

"Right, perfect," exclaimed the corrupt policeman. "We're gonna need a story of some kind anyway, and we might as well dump it all on the kid. Damn dirty hippies deserve anything that happens to them! Listen, before you go, there's one last thing."

"Yeah?" asked Giorgio agreeably.

"Well, some of the boys have taken a shine to the little blonde girl who was doing the scene. Well, you know how it is, we were wondering if we couldn't hold her here over night and have a little fun with her before we have to let her go in the morning. A whore like that shouldn't mind a couple of tired old cops climbing on her bones, especially since she's getting off scot-free!"

"Lieutenant, she's all yours," Ned assured him with a sympathetic smile. It must get boring around the station house and I know the boys'll enjoy our little Arla. Oh, by the way, my check will be in the mail tomorrow, don't worry about that end of it."

"And you promised to invite us to your screenings," added the policeman, helping himself to another of Ned's cigars.

"I won't forget," promised the producer. "You keep people from bothering me, Lieutenant, and I'll do my best to return the favor."

The two men shook hands and went out to get the others from their temporary cells. Arla was led to a back room, still naked underneath the blanket they had thrown around her, and the policeman winked at one another as the door closed behind her.

The phone was ringing as she let herself into her home the following morning, but she ignored it, walking straight to the bedroom to wake up Matt. He would probably leave her anyway, but she had to confess everything before he heard it from some other source. Who knows? Maybe he would understand.

But the bedroom was empty except for the ringing phone and the girl observed that her husband's clothing was missing from the closet. In the living room, the television was still glowing, a silent message to her that he had heard and seen everything.

Too tired and broken to have much of an emotional reaction, Arla wandered back into the bedroom and answered the phone.

"Arla-baby, this is Ned. Listen honey, everything's been taken care of."

"Matt is gone," she informed him dully, feeling completely empty inside.

"Yeah, now listen lovely, that accidental transmission last night didn't hurt us in the slightest. We're beating the rap as far as the police are concerned, and the market for that film we made has just gone off the boards. Everybody who saw it wants to see it again and those who missed it want to see it to judge for themselves. We'll re- shoot the last scene tonight and Joe thinks we can get copies on the market by sometime next week. Naturally, there'll be a sequel."

"Ned; Matt is gone," she repeated, her mind hardly functioning with exhaustion and shame.

"Yeah, I heard you baby, listen now, you don't need him and I think KCTW-TV's been over-doing this sports bit anyway. You're big business, Arla and you're gonna make big money because we got police protection. It's all been arranged."

"I... I don't want to do it anymore, Ned. Don't you understand? I've lost my husband."

"And who's going to support you now, love?" asked the producer cruelly. "You've got mortgage payments on that house, as I recall and you got to keep food on the table, hubby or no hubby. You got one job that can keep the cash flowing in, lover, and that's with me, so forget about quiting. Now, I want you to get some sleep because we shoot tonight at nine."

Arla felt the onset of a dull headache coming. The policemen had worked her over mercilessly last night, and her bones were aching.

"Will you send a cab for me?" she asked.

"Baby, you're a star now," raved Giorgio. "The cab will be there at 8p. Now will you get some sleep? I want you fresh and beautiful tonight."

"Yes, Ned," Arla whispered, knowing it was all lost. "Whatever you say, Ned."



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