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Model T - Part 2 (nearly everything)

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This novella is not for minors or anyone else that doesn't like to
read about young ladies being taken advantage of. This is copyright
(c) 2001, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no
charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is
archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the
archive. No fee paying archives though except with my express
permission.

This story contains scenes of inter-racial rape, forced fellatio,
sexual torture, lesbianism, corporal punishment, extreme humiliation
and bestiality, so be warned. Other than that its kinda cute.

This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind (You don't
honestly believe its real do you?) So no characters in it are based on
real people, either living or dead. Don't flame me if you don't like
my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have
constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more
spoonbender@hotmail.com.

**NOTE** It is best to read Model T part 1 first or this won't make
sense.

The story so far: Our heroine, a gorgeous international fashion model,
has been enslaved by an African Master (Does this sound corny to you?
Because it does to me now I've re-read it). Anyway so far he has
subjected her to various humiliations like rape, a forced blow job,
forced masturbation and corporal punishment. And when she resisted he
tied her down and got his dog, Elroy a Great Dane, to fuck her. The
final humiliation in part 1 was were she was forced by her Master to
fuck 3 fourteen year old boys outside a diner. Now read on.......

************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *******************

Her sobbing only lasted a few more minutes and then she pulled herself
together and stared, hollow eyed, at the road.

They didn't say a word to each other for the rest of the drive, each
lost in their own thoughts. His were delicious with humiliations he
intended to heap on her and as for her, well lets just say her
thoughts were very similar except she wasn't exactly enamored with the
thought of what might be coming next.

He noticed the wet, greasy spot on the back of her skirt, where the
deluge of sperm from the under-aged boys had leaked out of her, when
he followed her to the house.

Once inside he made her strip then stand, spread legged with her hands
behind her neck, while he examined her streaming pussy. Her whole
crotch was plastered with their sperm, which gleamed under the lights.

"You took a fair dump from them," he remarked conversationally.

She gulped back a sob but didn't say a word.

"A word of advise though, in future close your snatch afterwards."

"What?"

"Squeeze your pussy lips together."

"Why?"

"Because you have to learn that when a man has cum inside you then you
do your best to keep it there, like a lady. Not let it stream down the
insides of your legs like a slut."

"But I couldn't," she sobbed. No matter how bad it was he had a knack
of always making it worse.

"Couldn't is not a word I'd expect to find in a slave's lexicon."

"Maybe you should get a girl who wants to be a slave, instead of one
that doesn't."

As soon as she'd said it she knew she'd done wrong. 'Oh no, what's he
going to do now?' She knew she must do something to retrieve the
situation but she couldn't bring herself to stoop so low as to drop to
her knees and beg his forgiveness, which would be the least he'd
expect of her. Her Sassy, impulsive nature and that streak of stubborn
pride, were always getting her into trouble. 

Just like now.

"Is that right? Maybe I prefer you," he said getting up and facing
her, "you know why?"

She shook her head.

"Because its so much fun taming you and watching you suffer those
pangs of humiliation as you carry out the tasks I set you. You fucked
3 under-aged boys in order to buy me a coffee. You fucked them and
took their seed and," he patted her gently on her lower belly, "its
still in there swimming around, exploring. By rights you should be on
your way to jail by now, that is pedophilia that is. Add to that a bit
of bestiality and by my reckoning you've got yourself a grade A slave
in the making for whom anything goes. All it needs is a bit of sodomy
and the circle is complete. And I intend to take care of that now.
Kneel, put your forehead on the floor and offer up your ass."

"What?" she exclaimed as she jumped like she'd been scalded.

"I am getting very pissed off having to repeat myself. You'd better
get your ears washed out because the next time you don't hear me, or
pretend you don't, then I'll thrash your ass so hard I'd have to turn
the air conditioner down by 10 degrees to try and keep the room cool.
Ok, so for the last time; get on your knees and offer me your ass to
fuck."

"Please no, I can't."

"You can't?" his voice icily cold, "and why not?"

"Because it will hurt and it will be humiliating."

"Not for me it won't and that's all that matters, now get down."

She held her hands up defensively in front of herself but still stood
facing him.

"Fuck it, now I am fucking pissed," he snarled then grabbed her hand
and dragged her over to the small table over which she can co-joined
with Elroy. The ropes were still in place and it took him just a few
minutes to have her roped to the table again with her ass in the air
and her legs spread wide. He then added another couple of ropes, tying
her  upper thighs to the table as tightly as he could so she couldn't
move her ass an inch.

She was struggling and crying fit to bust but it did her no good. He
dropped to his knees behind her and unleashed his cock. He was just
about to masturbate himself to a hard on when he had another idea and
he shuffled around to her face.

"Suck it until its hard," he ordered pushing his cock against her
lips.

She hesitated for a second then got around to considering the
alternative. If she could satisfy him with her mouth then...

She opened and engulfed him. After sucking and slurping for a while
she started to nod her head. The feelings she was invoking in him,
coupled with the knowledge that she was being forced to pleasure him,
nearly made him want to blow there and then. So he had to use all his
willpower to pull himself out of her succulent mouth in order to get
to work on her ass.

He dipped his cock into her pussy a couple of times to grease the end
then lined up with her ass and started to push himself inside.

"Noooooo!" She screamed, "you are hurting meeee."

"Of course I'm fucking hurting you," he said grunting at the effort it
was taking to ram his dick up her super tight ass tube, "that's the
fucking idea. Ah shit, why talk about it when I can give you a
practical demonstration," and with that he tensed his muscles and used
every ounce of power in his body to batter his prick inside her.

Her scream was pitched so high her voice ended up cracking as he
rammed himself home.

Three inches to go: 

Her ass-cheeks flared and contracted as she tried to push him out.

Two inches to go:

She twisted as hard as she could, trying to pull her thighs free so
she could wriggle away from him.

One inch to go:

She felt like she was being pulled bodily apart.

Home:

Her scream lifted to the rafters and disturbed a flock of bats who
were hanging in the eaves causing them to squeak their way angrily
into the trees.

And that was just on going in. So when he pulled out again then
started pounding her, her screams went ultra sonic passing out of
range of human hearing as the pain from her brutal ass fucking took
control of her mind and all other, non life support senses shut down.

He fucked her as hard and as fast as he could. Sometimes delivering a
series of short, sharp strokes followed by long, brutal ones using all
his strength.

She panted and sweated under him, oblivious to everything else except
the tearing, brutal pounding that her ass was getting.

His strokes became faster and faster until, at last, he unleashed
himself deep in her bowels. She groaned, she was too far gone and too
overcome with relief to cry out, as he finally finished inside her.

He pushed on her buttocks and popped himself free. He squatted on his
haunches then started to deliver a series of fast, vigorous open
handed smacks across her ass. "When I tell you to do something you
fucking do it? Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand, please Master please stop."

"And don't sass me back again either."

He stopped and stood upright dusting off the knees of his trousers.
"I'm going for a walk and when I come back I'm going to fuck your ass
again and this time you are going to, at least act, as though you are
enjoying it."

With that he slid open the patio doors and stepped off the deck and
onto the sand.

He had hardly gone 200 yards when her heard a series of excited barks
followed by a barrage of terrified shrieks that carried clearly over
the thunder of the surf.

He smiled.

************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *******************

He re-entered the room an hour or so lateModel T - Part 2 (nearly
everything)

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(c) 200 it out for a week,' he laughed to himself then started to
hammer at her.

She tried her best to pretend she was enjoying it, moaning and panting
in all the right places, but it was obvious from her tightly screwed
up face that she was a long way from Nirvana.

He didn't last long and after a few minutes he emptied his balls into
her once again.

He pulled out then immediately starting untying her. Once she was free
he peremptorily ordered her to get dressed.

She groaned as she unwound from the table and then tried, leaden
limbed, to dress as fast as she could. Once she'd pulled on the top
and her skirt he ordered her to follow him.

They got in the Jeep and Elroy jumped in the back.

"Where are we going?" she asked wearily.

"If I were you I'd shut up, I am still pissed at you."

The rest of the long drive was done in silence. The country gave way
to the city, which in turn gave way to the dock area. Soon they were
driving between huge looming warehouses where rats scurried in the
shadows and only 1 in 10 of the streetlights worked.

She hugged herself in dread.

They passed a group of derelicts warming themselves by a fire that was
burning in an old oil drum. He stopped then reversed, he studied the
men for a moment then he turned to her. "You see that old guy over
there," he motioned with a jerk of his head.

"Which one?" she asked, they all looked old to her.

"The one with the long white beard who's facing us. See him?"

She looked. The man in question was of an indeterminate age. He was
dressed in a long gray coat that had a huge tear in the sleeve where
the lining poked out. He was wearing mittens, even though it was mild,
and a frayed woolen scarf.

"Yes," she said.

"Good, because you are going to go over there, lead him away somewhere
and fuck his brains out."

She hung her head. She had almost expected as much as soon as they
stopped but she had hoped against hope that she was wrong.

"Please don't make me," she almost whispered as she sat twisting her
fingers in her lap.

"Oh yeah and this time its free, poor old sod needs our charity so
lets be generous shall we? Have you got any money?"

She searched through the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a $10
bill. "This is all I've got," she said holding it up to him.

"Good in which case you pay him $10 for being allowed to fuck him, you
tell him that too, lets make him feel good about himself for once. Its
what any good, charitable Christian would do," he smirked.

"You want me to get that vagrant to fuck me then pay him for doing
it," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

"That's very perceptive of you. Oh yes there's one little thing I want
to know that you've satisfied him so you had better come back with a
full pussy-load, I will check you know."

"But what if he can't...you know?"

"Get it up? If that's what you are trying to say then fucking say it.
OK?"

"What if he can't get it up? Because of drink or whatever?"

"Then you find another one that can and get him to cum inside you
instead."

"But he might have AIDS or something," she started sobbing.

"Doubtful. When's the last time that guy had sex? Probably not since
before you were born. AIDS wasn't around then and his drug is booze
and no one ever caught AIDS from sharing a bottle in a brown paper
bag. So that ain't your problem."

"But he might get me pregnant."

"I very much doubt that, not while you are faithfully popping your
contraceptive pills every time you think I'm not watching."

"You knew?"

"Oh yes, I knew. I'm not fucking stupid you know. And I still haven't
punished you for it. But I'll be magnanimous and count this one, if
you do it properly, as part of your punishment. Besides I might just
keep making you fuck a whole series of men, who will all cum inside
you, until you stop taking those pills. Now get out there and fuck
that old guy or I'll tie you down on that old mattress over there and
let them all have a poke at you. One last thing; after he's cum in
you, you give him this." He handed her a stiff backed envelope.

She sighed in despair, grabbed the envelope then climbed out of the
Jeep and timidly made her way over to the old guy standing by the
barrel. She could feel their eyes on her, staring at her slim legs as
they flicked her skirt and her choice nipples, which jutted through
her top. 

She sidled around the barrel and stood next to him, "er would you like
to come with me?" she asked hesitantly after standing next to him for
a few minutes.

"Nope," he said spitting in the fire.

"But I'll er.." she trailed off unable to think of anything sensible
to say in response to his rebuff, then inspiration hit her, "I'll give
you $10."

"$10! What for?" he said his rheumy eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"If you come with me."

"Come with you where?"

"Well," she looked around at the derelict wasteland, "anywhere.
Anywhere quiet that is."

"Yeah and then what?"

"I'll, I'll er.. You know."

"You'll what? You're going to pretend that you want to have sex with
me and then, if I'm dumb enough to fall for it, you and your boyfriend
will roll me for my money. Well I haven't got any so you are wasting
your time, so fuck off and try it on someone else."

"But I want to have sex with you," she blurted, a lot louder than
she'd wanted to.

"Oh yeah and you'll pay me the $10 for doing it I suppose?"

She nodded.

"Look lady how many times have I got to tell you. I have no money and
I'm not interested in getting my head busted open for kicks by your
boyfriend, so fuck off."

"Please," she said, dumbfounded at his refusal to have sex with her,
this was way outside her experience. An old bum was making her beg for
it! She felt her self esteem drop lower than the Dow Jones on black
Tuesday.

"Why are you doing this?" he said, "why me?"

"Because I, er, fancy you."

"Oh please. Has my ex wife put you up to this? The bitch that drove me
out here in the first place? Can't she leave me alone? It's been over
twenty years but she can't give up can she? So how'd she find me?"

"She didn't, this has got nothing to do with her. I don't even know
her. I just want to have sex with you."

Just then one of the other guys piped up, "Tell her that if she's
sincere and got nothing to hide then she'd strip for us, right here
and now."

"I only want him to see me," she told the guy. The grimy men were
slowly converging on her and she started to get frightened. She prayed
she could just get the malodorous old guy away and do what she had to
do as quickly as possible before things got out of control.

"That answers your question, she's hiding something" said the second
man dismissively.

"Well?" the old man turned to her.

"I'll take my clothes off for you," she said, "in private but not
here."

"Why not? Any woman who is prepared to sleep with a bum like me is
hardly likely to be ashamed of showing off her body a little. So do
it, or fuck off."

"If I do it," she said slowly fighting back her tears, "will you have
sex with me then?"

"And I still get the $10?"

She nodded.

"In that case yes I'll fuck you," he grinned showing a mouthful of
putrid teeth.

"Just you?"

"Just me," he confirmed.

She nodded then closed her eyes, took a deep breath and slowly pulled
off her top. She fought the temptation to cross her arms across her
breasts to protect what was left of her modesty.

She had to fight hard against her will in order to undo the button on
her skirt and slowly let it drop before them, revealing her flawless
torso. The light of the flames danced on her body giving it a patina
of naked eroticism. Like a native girl awaiting her conquest after
performing the fertility dance in the light of a beach campfire, in
front of the whole tribe.

There was a deadly hush for a few minutes with only the distant hum of
the freeway traffic disturbing the silence.

"I guess she's not hiding anything after all," sniggered the second
guy.

Two guys hustled up with a rotting mattress and threw it down on the
ground. It was clear what it was for.

"Not here," she exclaimed, "not out in the open like this."

"What do you want? The Penthouse Suite at the Waldorf? You want to
slum it with someone like me then this is the sort of place you get to
do it. I don't have anywhere else. Especially nowhere indoors. If you
don't want it, or you were just pretending all along, then you are
welcome to leave."

Tears were springing unbidden to her eyes as she submitted and started
to curl her body gracefully down on the mattress.

Her stomach roiled at the fetid smell that emanated from it and she
had to steel herself to lie down. She almost vomited when she saw the
large dark stains in the middle of the mattress. She had intended to
just lay here supinely, hoping to distance herself from what was going
to happen. She'd let him have her body but not her mind.

"It isn't that easy," his voice broke her reverie.

"What?"

"You can't just lay there and wait for me to fuck you. You have some
work to do before that happens." He stood waving his limp dick at her.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Have a guess."

"Er Suck you."

"Right. So?" He waved his cock at her.

She slowly climbed to her knees. She tried to capture his flaccid cock
with just her lips but it kept eluding her so she took it in one hand
and sucked and nibbled on the end.

Her eyes were tightly shut and she was trying to imagine herself with
her photographer, on the beach, that night..

And the only man she had ever had consensual sex with, a tear trickled
down her cheek. But still she sucked assiduously, despite the
disgusting cocktail of smells emanating from his crotch and the foul
taste of his prick, eager to get this over.

She sucked and nipped and stroked and bobbed for nearly 15 minutes and
her jaw and tongue were starting to ache. None of the men minded,
especially the old man himself, he was in heaven. 

He was thinking of himself, in his prime, with that Gladys Simmons. A
stuck up cow and wife of the mill manager. Thought she was a cut above
everybody else. But he had carried out a successful campaign of wooing
and conquest over that long hot summer, culminating in them having
wild abandoned sex in amongst the fallen apples in the old orchard.

The memories started something stirring and, to her relief, his
erection started to grow. Until...

"Get down Gladys," he said breathlessly, pushing her backwards onto
the mattress.

She tumbled backwards and he fell on her, eager to pierce her before
the magic wore off. She sensed his urgency and frantically guided his
diminishing cock towards her pussy. If she didn't finish it with him
she'd have to do it with another and maybe even a third and she don't
think she could stand it. She wanted it finished. Now!

Her crie de couer was answered and the combination of warm pussy and
equally warm guiding hand did the trick and he was as hard as he was
ever going to be when he slipped inside.

He groaned; this was bliss, just like he remembered it.

He pumped away at her, his strokes even, steady, unhurried. Stroke
after stroke after stroke with the same monotonous cadence.

His smell was overwhelming her, an over-ripe cloying rotten type of
smell. She prayed he would finish soon, even though the idea of taking
his slimy seed repulsed her, she didn't think she could take much more
of this as he just plodded on in his meticulous way.

Then she had an idea and she urged him to roll off her.

He complied, puzzled then he got the picture as she squatted over him
and lowered her pussy down onto his prick. To her it was worth the
extra degradation just to get as far away from his smell as possible
and to have the bare minimum of her flesh touching him or his
malodorous clothes. She reached down and guided his cock into her open
pussy, desperately fighting the urge to vomit as the stench of his
sweating, unwashed body wafted up at her.  

She then placed her hands on her knees and started bouncing
energetically on him. She had her legs spread open as wide as possible
so her pussy was the only part of her that was in contact with him. 

To the men it was heaven sent; she was open and on full display from
every angle as she continued to bounce frantically on the old man,
desperate to finish it. Her eyes were closed tightly in humiliation as
she tried to ignore the excited yells of the men and the deep groans
from her lover as her warm, wet pussy repeatedly engulfed him.

To him it was somewhere beyond heaven.

He could feel the sensations building in his crotch, like they did in
that orchard so long ago.

"Gladys," was the name on his lips as he ejaculated inside her. She
ground down hard trying to take the sperm as deep as she could so none
would leak out. She didn't want to get Him angry again today.

The old man shuddered on the old mattress for a few seconds then lay
still. She carefully eased herself off, squeezing her pussy lips
together as tightly as possible as she got dressed.

He didn't move.

"Hey," said one of the men, "he ain't breathing."

"She killed him," said another.

"The bitch killed him."

This was getting out of hand and she was getting frightened for her
life when suddenly a huge brown/black form pounced into the middle of
the circle next to her and growled menacingly. Elroy had come to save
his main squeeze.

The crowd parted allowing her to walk through them with as much
dignity as she could muster with Elroy trotting at her side.

One of the men had obviously picked up the envelope that she had
forgotten about and had opened it.

"Hey its her."

"I seed her before somewhere, maybe in a movie or something" said
another peering over the guy's shoulder.

They all stared at the photograph and then at her as she swung herself
tiredly into the Jeep. Blood grinned, "Ready to go home?"

She nodded and they were off.

This time they were on the final stages of her drive when she spoke.

"What was in that envelope?"

"The one you dropped?" He said.

"Yes."

"A photograph."

"What of?" she said although she already suspected the answer.

"You of course, one of your publicity pictures."

"Why?"

"So he had something to remember you by afterwards. Except that for
him there was no afterwards was there, not after you'd croaked him.
Congratulations, you can now add necrophilia to your list of
accomplishments."

"He wasn't dead when I did it with him."

"Did it?"

"Sorry fucked him. He must of died when he ejaculated into me."

"So you admit to killing him then?"

"No!"

"Let me get this right. Old man, bit on the peaky side but getting by,
along comes this young woman who begs him to fuck her. So he does and
what happens? The shock kills him. And what's more she's on top doing
all the work, while he's dying, so he didn't stand a chance. If she
hadn't have come along he'd still be alive now, as it was she was the
only one who was anywhere near him when he died and she made no effort
to revive him, so ipso facto she, i.e. you, killed him."

"It wasn't like that, I didn't kill him he just sort of died."

"I can hear you telling that one to the judge 'I didn't kill him, he
just sort of died' he'll love that. I know they are liberal in this
state but I doubt if they're that liberal. I tell you what, I'll give
you $10 if you dare to say that in court when this comes to trial."

"Trial?"

"You think they'll just turn a blind eye to a guy that was murdered in
front of about 30 witnesses? A good successful murder trial would do
wonders for the morale of any local Police force."

This was something that she hadn't considered then a thought suddenly
occurred to her, "they've got my photo, they could trace me."

"Hmm that's a point," he said tapping his finger on his lips, "pity,
just when I was getting to know you. But I'll guess you'll soon be
playing hunt the soap, in the joint, with a 250 pound Black Woman who
is doing life for killing her two previous lesbian lovers with her
bare hands."

"You've got to help me," she cried imploringly tugging at his sleeve.

"How?"

"I don't know. Can't we say it was just a game or something. Oh no,
they'd think I got pleasure from fucking vagrants. This is awful,
whatever I do it'll kill my reputation, and my career."

"Then help me with mine."

"Help you with yours?"

"Yeah I've always fancied myself as a Movie Director. So as soon as I
land my first big movie then I'll destroy the tape I made tonight."

"You taped that too?"

"Yep and now it'll be just another piece of evidence," he sighed
theatrically, "shown in open court to all and sundry. Then after the
trial it is released into the public domain as it is in the public's
interest to critically review criminal evidence. It may even appear in
libraries."

"They'd never show a film of me fucking that old man," she said
stubbornly.

"Want to take that chance or would you prefer the easy path?"

"The easy path."

"Good so you help me start my film career."

"What do I need to do?" she asked.

"Oh nothing you are not already doing," he said airily.

************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *******************

The black and white slid to a halt and the policeman pulled their
nightsticks as they got out of the car. You didn't come down here
unprepared.

A vagrant came up to them and grabbed one of their tunics. "He's this
way, come and see."

They strolled over and looked down at the body as the rest of the men
melted away into the shadows. They weren't overly fond of the Police
around here.

"What happened?" said one of the officers as he squatted down and
shone his torch on the old man's face whilst feeling for a pulse in
his neck. The old guy looked almost beatific. He had not died a
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(c) 200eful. "But in the end he did it with her and then he died."

"You know," said the officer, "this just doesn't sound like a very
plausible story to me. A beautiful movie star, I suppose she was young
too right?" The man nodded energetically, "a young gorgeous movie star
pesters this guy, and even offers him money until he agrees to be
fucked to death?"

"That's right officer. Look," he said pulling out a crumpled and
greasy photograph that had passed through many hands in the last two
hours, "that's her."

The officer looked at the once glossy photo of a gorgeous young woman.
She was artistically dressed in satin so as to reveal every teasing
nuance of her body without being lewd. "You say this is the girl who
fucked him to death?"

The man nodded.

"If that's what happened then all I can say is that he's one lucky son
of a bitch." He handed back the photograph.

"Don't you need this for evidence or something?"

The officer shook his head and made his way back to the patrol car.

"Get anything out of him?" Asked his partner.

"Yes he reckoned that this beautiful girl paid the guy to fuck her and
that she kept at him until it killed him."

"Lucky bastard."

"That's what I said." They both laughed.

The autopsy report said the old man died of a massive heart attack.
With all that he had wrong with his body it was amazing he was still
alive. There were no signs of a struggle so there was no real crime.
The coroner took one last look at the old man's face before pulling
the sheet over it. He just hoped that he'd die with that look on his
face.

The file was stored in the vaults and the case was closed.

************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *******************

She was awake.

After all her 'adventures' that day she should have been exhausted,
but sleep wouldn't come.

The thought of the dead man lying there, his flaccid cock slick with
her juices and oozing a last drop of seminal fluid, was haunting her. 

She had killed him. Her 'Master' was right about that. He HAD died
because of her. She hadn't wanted to, far from it, it was the most
humiliating experience of her life. Even worse than being fucked the
dog, at least then there had been no audience to watch her
degradation.

And He even made a video of it.

With the dog she was tied down and it was obviously forced but with
the old man she had plainly begged him to fuck her, she'd even offered
him money. And then she'd voluntarily stripped in front of those low
lives. 

As for the part where she got on top, that wasn't forced, she had
clearly taken the initiative. Whichever way she looked at it she came
out looking like a slut who has sex with down and outs. And then kills
them. A lot of people would be thinking that she was some sort of
weirdo and that was how she got her kicks. Fucking old men to death.

She understood then.

He had her. He did have the crucial piece of evidence that could get
her convicted. She knew enough about the law to know she'd not get
charged with murder but manslaughter was a possibility. And even if
she got off the evidence would ruin her. And she knew she couldn't
even tell them why she'd done it. Her 'Master' still had the dog tape
and the tape of her on the rowing machine and she had no doubt that
he'd release them if he was starting to feel threatened.

She was completely at his mercy now. A tear trickled down her cheek in
the darkness as a bottomless pit of degradation yawned before her. He
owned her and she had no choice but to obey his every whim. He was
truly her Master.

And she didn't even know his name.

************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com *******************

She was actually up before him the next day, pre-empting the rude
awakening that he was sure to give her if she overslept. She tidied up
the house, washed his clothes, did the ironing and, when she heard him
starting to stir, she cooked his breakfast; flapjacks and syrup with a
dollop of whipped cream followed by lashings of Texas style coffee (if
you can throw a horseshoe into it and it sinks, then it ain't strong
enough.)

He was awake and staring at the ceiling as she entered the room with
his tray.

"I brought your breakfast," she said putting on the table next to the
bed.

"Forgotten already," he said.

"Forgotten? Oh sorry, I brought your breakfast Sir."

"Hmm, I think Master has a better ring."

She couldn't help sighing, it all seemed so childish, "I brought your
breakfast...Master."

"Better. Now how are you today slave?"

"Sore Master."

"Where?"

"Everywhere Master, but especially my vagi... er pussy and my bum."

"Hmm yes you did have a busy day yesterday. Let's see, you had a
couple of fucks up the ass from me, three in your cunt - she flinched
at the word - from the kiddies and one from the old guy, but then
again maybe not that busy. I've known hookers that can easily turn
over fifty tricks a night."

She was going to remind him that she wasn't a hooker but decided to
keep quiet, she didn't want to give him any more ideas, he had enough
of his own. She didn't even bother to mention the fuck that he'd left
out. The long, drawn out pounding that she'd got from Elroy. That had
demoralized and terrorized her; the dog had exercised total control
over her, as there wasn't a human around to even attempt to stop him.
And what's more he'd done it twice; his Master was right he took a lot
longer the second time round. A lot, lot longer. She shuddered as she
recalled it...

"A penny for them?"

"What, sorry?" She said coming out of her reverie.

"A penny for your thoughts."

"Oh nothing," she shook her head a couple of times, "I was miles
away."

"Thinking what?"

"Oh nothing."

"I said thinking what?" He said in a sharper tone.

"I was thinking about Elroy," she blurted.

"Yeah he is a lovable old rogue ain't he," he said as he swung his
legs out of bed and motioned for her to hand him his robe.

Once he was seated he said, "I've got a business to run so I'll be out
all day. Now I want you to do your exercises, with the dildo of course
I'll show you how it works, then I have a little job for you. By the
way don't bother to rush the rowing, remember I've got a camera down
there and I can see exactly what you were doing. Capiche?"

"What job?" Trust a woman to get to the nub.

"Give me my jacket," he said and when she'd handed it to him he fished
in the pocket and pulled out a business card and a small white sachet
of something, both of which he handed to her.

"You are going to call that number and this is what I want you to
do...."

She listened morosely, what he was proposing was awful, but she had
very little choice especially when he concluded by saying:

"...And you'd better succeed or you'll be down at the docks again
tonight and they'll all be fucking you, with Elroy as the finale. I
hope I'm making myself plain?"

She nodded.

"Good now lay on the bed and spread them wide, I've got an urgent seed
delivery to make."

(************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com
**********************)

His business almost ran itself and was concluded with a couple of
quick calls on his cell-phone. He did, however, have one little
request to make of his man in Mexico.

"Which one?" the voice crackled over the earpiece, sounding more like
'wheech wun, in spanglish.

"What about that cute blond we took to Paradise hill?"

He could hear the guy sucking his teeth, "you sure? She been there a
long time and they use them up pretty quickly."

A paradise it wasn't, in fact it wasn't even a hill; just a dark
dangerous place.

Especially for a naked and excruciatingly pretty blond sexslave.

"She's been there for 4 months, so she'll be easy to manage and not
too worn out, just enough for my purposes."

"Ok, when you want her?"

"Just get her stateside and hand her over to Doom, he'll keep her busy
until I need her."

"Sure thing boss."

He flipped the phone closed terminating the call.

He leaned back in his seat and turned the sound system up by a few
notches. His campaign had gone perfectly but even he was amazed on how
quick he'd accomplished it. He'd seen innocent schoolgirls tied
spread-eagled and gang raped into submission slower than he'd managed
it with her.

He shook his head and laughed out loud. And he was now taking the
rough tapes of her adventures down to his small film-editing suite
downtown. In a few days they'd be turned into slick AVs for the Asian
market and released when the time was ripe.

Unbeknown to her he'd even managed to capture most of the action with
the boys on film. 

When they'd exited, He'd signaled to the waitress that he was going to
the restroom and ostentatiously left his car keys on the table so she
didn't suspect he'd run out without paying. He then pulled out his
miniature video camera and sneaked into the long grass into which he'd
seen them all disappear.

He managed to crawl close to them just as she was taking her clothes
off. Her face was flushed and her eyes were red with unshed tears as
she stripped before the boys.

"Nice tits," said one of them and another one giggled behind his hands
going, "nice tits, tee-hee, he said nice tits."

"I need $15," she said holding out her hand hesitantly.

They scrabbled in their pockets and came up with the necessary. Her
demands were now over, now it was their turn.

They made her lay on the ground with her legs wide open and her knees
bent while they stood around looking at her. She stared up at the sky
trying to disconnect her mind from what was going to happen but the
sound of them squabbling over who was going first crowded in on her
forcing out the long withheld tears.

"Aw fuck this," said one of the boys, who then pulled down his pants
and dropped on her.

Foreplay wasn't in his sexual lexicon yet. Anything involving 'play'
sounded dull in comparison with having the real thing.

And this was having the real thing; as his stiff little dick forced
its way inside her dry pussy. He liked how her mouth opened in a
silent 'O' as he hammered inside and also her warm hands that were
pushing against his hips trying to slow him down.

"You're not wearing a condom," she suddenly exclaimed as she looked
down and caught sight of his prick.

"We bent.. oh shit... the coin in the machine.. uhh .." he panted as
he continued to thrust inside her.

She turned her head in shame - luckily towards Blood - as the boy
pushed his adolescent prick inside with a flurry of quick jerks, but
she made no move to push him off.

Finally he hit bottom but didn't stay there; he started to push in and
out of her rapidly while she just lay there and took it, grunting at
his thrusts and moaning when he mauled her tits.

He didn't last long and after just a few minutes he was pulsing deep
inside her. Her Master could see her wincing with each spurt, not from
pain but from abject humiliation; and the camera caught it all.

It even caught it when the third boy, the large fat one, made her wrap
her legs tightly around him as he came. He was evidently an avid
reader of his father's porno library that was hidden in the basement
behind the furnace and he knew all the moves.

Blood had crawled backwards out of his hiding place as soon as the
third boy had cum. He made his way quickly to the restroom and checked
his appearance, plucking some stray grass from his clothes.

He made to back into the diner just before she did.

That video alone could kill her career stone dead and may even get her
some jail time. And she didn't even know he had that one. He was going
to keep it as a little surprise for when she decided to rebel, if he
ever found the level below which she wouldn't sink despite the
threats. 

There was no sign of that so far though apart from a couple of
rebellious incidents like the panties and the pills. And even they'd
worked out good in the end. 

And now she was preparing the icing on the cake for him.

One certain pretty young lady, masquerading as an investment
consultant, had refused to launder a little money for him. She even
threatened to go to the law about it.

He was looking forward to settling scores.

(************* (c) 2001 spoonbender@hotmail.com
**********************)

"Trina White. I know you, you're the model that's starring in that new
movie they're going to be shooting."

In this town, whoever they were, they knew the movie industry gossip.

Trina smiled and said, "And you must be Julia Mcready, come to advise
me on my investments" she held out her hand.

"Thank you for asking me, I'm amazed as I'm based way over the other
side of town. How did you find out about me?" asked the blond.

"Oh a personal recommendation. Would you like to come in?" said Trina
as she ushered her inside.

Julia was looking around the house. 'nice! It must be worth at least
five million.'

Meanwhile Trina studied the woman. She was pretty enough, in her early
thirties probably, tall and slim with long blond hair hanging
en-naturel down the back of her severely cut black business suit. She
had shapely legs, partly covered by the tight black skirt and a
classic hourglass figure. If she had any flaws at all it was, in
Trina's mind, that her boobs were far too big for the size of her
frame.

They made themselves comfortable and were soon chatting like old
friends. About investments, the movie business, modeling. Julia had
wanted to be a model. 

'But not with those boobs,' thought Trina.

The sun went down and Trina offered her a nightcap.

"Oh my god," exclaimed the blond looking at her watch, "Look at the
time, I'd better leave you and find a hotel."

"Why not sleep here," offered Trina, "I could really use the company,
its nice and peaceful down here and I love it normally but I am
starting to get a little cabin crazy."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course you'd be doing me a favor and the guest bedroom is
well stocked with stuff."

"Fine," the blond giggled, "in that case I will have that drink."

Trina waited until they'd nearly finished the bottle of fizzy wine
before she emptied the sachet into the blonde's drink. 

The blond came back from the bathroom and Trina proposed a drunken
toast to the dead bottle.

"The dead bottle," they chorused and threw the wine back in one gulp.

A few minutes later the blonde's head was lolling.

"Come on I'd better get you to bed," said Trina as she helped the
blond to her feet, "up we go."

She put the blonde's arm on her shoulder and they both staggered up
the stairs.

Once in her bedroom Trina flopped the dead weight of the blond on the
bed. She stood catching her breath for a few minutes then started to
undress the unconscious girl. It was difficult trying to maneuver the
girl around so she could strip her, rather like wrestling with a too
small cover on a double seater flock filled futon, but she managed it.

She then sat on the bed and waited for him.

He came in about an hour later.

"Thank goodness you've come er Master, I thought she was going to wake
up a couple of times."

"She'll be out until tomorrow," he said, "I use a lot of that stuff in
my business and I know how long it lasts."

She wanted to know what business, but she knew she couldn't ask him.
So instead, she conjectured. And it wasn't a happy conjecture.

"Ok, let's see what we've got, "he said rubbing his hands as he stood
over the blond. "Very nice, I often wondered what she was like under
those clothes. Nice tits and look at that tiny little pussy. Its
almost a shame to ruin it," he laughed.

"Ok," he said turning to her, "you know what to do?"

She nodded.

"Lights, camera, action," he shouted as he pulled off his clothes.

Trina put her eye to the viewfinder and opened the automatic shutter,
there was a brief whine as the camera focused in on the woman on the
bed, followed by a blur of action as He climbed between her widespread
thighs.

She was careful to keep his face out of shot.

He pushed up against her slit a couple of times but then pulled back
and spat on his fingers. "Shit, she's tight," he said, "I bet this
pussy hasn't seen much use lately. Not like yours eh Trina." He said
as he rubbed his spit around Julia's pussy-lips with his fingers.
Finally he was satisfied so he lined himself up, rammed inside and he
was off.

Trina picked up the microphone and held it slightly away from her. She
then started moaning in time with the fucking Julia was getting,
faking lust as He got faster and faster. He had Julia's feet up on his
shoulders and so the camera couldn't catch her face as he came, so you
couldn't see that it wasn't Julia that was howling those screams of
pleasure as he emptied himself inside.

He lay across her for a few seconds, his arms quivering with the
intensity of his orgasm. "Hot damn," he said, "you don't know how long
I've wanted to do that. Now whose fucked who eh?" He said to the
comatose woman.

"Ah fuck it," he said drawing back and pulling his cock free followed
by a stream of sperm, "playtime over, time for work."

'She's not a lady,' thought Trina who had watched the rape with a
curious detachment, like it wasn't real.

Blood picked up the unconscious girl and dropped her onto the rowing
machine that Trina had hauled up to the bedroom earlier in the day.

"You know what to do?" he said.

She nodded. 

"Ok get to it." He said as he walked down to kitchen to get a beer.

Trina focused the cameras around the blond as she sat in the chair.
She carefully made sure the wires to the metal strip in the dildo,
that she knew so well, weren't visible to the cameras then attached
the clip to the seat.

She used a tacky sort of glue to temporarily attach the girl's hand to
the dildo shaft, switched on the cameras then pushed the dildo inside.

She turned up the vibrations so the microphones could pick them up and
started pumping the dildo in and out via the end of the pole which was
out of view. She slowly built the speed up, varying the rhythm and
penetration, using her own body's experience to guide her. Imagining
what she'd like to have done to her.

And all the time she was moaning and panting in simulated ecstasy. 

Finally she rammed the dildo deeply inside and hit the switch on the
remote control. The electricity caused the unconscious girl to bounce
and twist on her seat as it overloaded her nerves. Until it looked
just like she'd just made herself cum. It certainly sounded like it as
Trina screamed in bliss into the microphone.

"Bravo," he said clapping her, "a classic is born."

Trina looked at him, "what now?"

"I'm just going to take a Polaroid snapshot of her then I'm going to
be planting some more seed. Don't worry, in her not you. You've had
enough for today."

He carefully lined up the shot then stood waving the picture
impatiently as he waited for it to develop. He pursed his lips then
nodded. It would do.

He lifted up the unconscious girl and flopped her back on the bed.

"Ok get your tongue between her legs and clean her pussy lips."

"What?"

"I know you are not deaf so you must just be acting dumb. Elroy! Here
boy," he shouted. "And we all know what dumb girls get don't we?"

"NO not again."

"So which do you prefer? Pussy or dog?"

She could hear the scrabble of Elroy's claws on the stairs and that
decided her.
She climbed on to the bed and slowly pushed her face into Julia's
slot. She recoiled once she'd made the first tentative stab with her
tongue at the leaking pussy. It had the floury, tangy taste of sperm
overlaid with a flatter sweeter taste that she assumed was the
secretions from the other girl's vagina.

"You know I'd always figured you as a Dog person," he laughed and she
almost heaved with humiliation.

The sudden hard slap on her ass forced her face hard into Julia's
crotch. She knelt there with her mouth against another girl's sopping
crotch wishing she could crawl away and die. This was so humiliating,
especially as she knew it'd be on film; she'd be doing the audio track
later.

Another slap followed by, "get on with it, start licking."

She closed her eyes and darted out her tongue, directly into Julia, as
the camera closed up on the action. He then ordered her to press her
wide open mouth over Julia's pussy, tongue her as deeply as possible
and move Julia's hips, making it look like she was enjoying it.

"And open your eyes," he ordered.

After a while he ordered Trina to stop and change places. Trina was
working her jaw from side to side trying to ease the stiffness. She
lay on the bed and opened her legs.

Blood arranged the blond between Trina's thighs, with her hands
wrapped and tacky glued in place around them, with her mouth resting
against Trina's crotch.

He adjusted the cameras and said, "right now you are going to pretend
she's getting you off and you'd better put on a good show or..." He
left the sentence hanging.

All in all it was a masterful performance with Trina writhing
sinuously and moaning loudly. She had humped her crotch to look like
Julia was bobbing her head on her and she was bouncing back in lust.
He kept her at it for a further five minutes then ordered Trina to
pretend to climax.

She was going to be a fine actress if her performance in this instance
were anything to go by.

It was one of the most erotic orgasms Blood had seen and he'd seen a
LOT of orgasms in his time. Her finale was a long wracking shudder
that caused one of Julia's hands to become detached and slide limply
onto the bed. It added to the naturalness of the scene he thought,
like they'd both exhausted themselves.

He climbed on the bed, and hauled the blond over on her back, as Trina
clambered off the side.

"Open wide," he laughed as he pulled the blonde's ankles apart. He
pushed his prick against her, moving his hips as he lined it up...

"There is nothing like a quick canter to sharpen a man up," he said in
his best, haughty British upper class accent, "Tally Ho!" He then
launched himself inside.

He managed to keep banging away at the hapless girl for over half an
hour before he eventually unleashed himself deep inside her. Their
bodies shook together for long seconds as she drained him completely
then he dropped like dead weight.

He lay on her for five minutes before eventually pushing himself up
and off.

"Clean up well," he said to Trina as he left the room, "I'll be back
after she's gone tomorrow."

Trina scurried around tidying away cameras and lights then she took a
facecloth and carefully cleaned the outside of the blonde's pussy. She
didn't touch what was inside though. Her Master had given her strict
instructions on that score. His sperm was there to stay.

(******************* (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
******************)

"Wakey, wakey," smiled Trina as she gently shook the blond awake.

"What? What? Where am I?" she said as she looked through her
sleep-tousled hair at the unfamiliar room.

"In my bedroom and I've brought you some breakfast."

"Your bedroom?" Julia lifted herself on to her elbows and looked at
Trina, "why am I in your bedroom?"

"You mean you don't remember what we did last night? Oh I'm
disappointed to hear that," said Trina with a mock pout.

"Last night? What did we do last night?"

"You mean you really can't remember?"

"No," said the blond then shouted out as she closed her legs on her
pussy. "Ow, why am I so sore?" She said touching her pussy gently.

"You don't remember that either, here this might help," said Trina
tossing over the Polaroid. It took a few seconds for the blond to
focus then she started in horror. It was her, on her back, naked and
busily introducing a huge dildo into her own pussy. But how?

"What did you do to me?"

"Its more like what did you do to me," smiled Trina as she leaned over
the bed and planted a kiss on Julia's forehead, "thank you, it was
wonderful. I've never had lesbian sex before and I didn't know what I
was missing. Thank you for introducing me to it."

"I..I.." stammered Julia.

"Oh and you were so good," husked Trina dreamily.

"Good? But I never..."

"And I'm glad you made me tape it. It is so erotic. I've watched it
once this morning already."

"Tape?"

"Yes. Come on I'll show you, oops," she giggled, "you've got no
clothes on. Here let me get you a robe."

Once Julia was swathed in the robe Trina urged her downstairs.

Julia sat silent and transfixed as she watched herself pleasuring
another woman on screen. It was both obscene and disgusting to her as
she watched and listened to Trina's climax.

"It almost made me cum again just watching it," sighed Trina.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why?"

"Because I'm not like that, I er don't do it with women."

"Oh but you should," giggled Trina, "you are a natural."

"Look I must be going," the flustered woman said. "Where are my
clothes?"

They hunted round and found them strewn down the stairs, by Him the
previous night,so it looked like she'd been in a hurry to get down to
some action. She scrambled into them, so desperate to get away she
didn't even shower. Or make more than a perfunctory search for her
missing panties.

As Julia came down the stairs Trina handed her a pen then pointed to a
piece of paper on the hall table, "If you don't mind," she said.

"What is it?" Said the blond as she picked it up.

"It's a consent form. You have to be careful in this business and I
have to protect my reputation, so my agent says."

"What will you do with it?"

"Nothing, it just protects me if you ever decide to go to the
newspapers or something."

The blond was uncertain, Trina could tell by the look on her face.

"I tell you what, you sign that and I'll give you the tape," she
smiled sweetly waving the video.

The blond grabbed it and then signed the form with a flourish; now she
had the incriminating tape she just wanted to get the hell out of
here. She'd destroy it later.

"Come again," cried Trina, waving, as Julia's car disappeared down the
drive, its wheels spitting gravel. As soon as the car crossed the rise
her smile dropped and she almost sagged.

That had been the most difficult acting job she'd ever done and the
stakes were so high. If she'd screwed it up, then a doggy fuck was
going to be the least of her problems.

Blood sauntered up, "How'd it go?"

"Fine Master. I don't think she suspects a man has had sex with her
and she'll be too ashamed to admit last night to anyone."

"Good. I got a little peek inside her pocketbook last night and guess
what I found? Two rubbers out of a packet of three. So I guess she
wasn't a virgin and she isn't on the pill. Oh yes and do those red
circles around dates in her diary mean something?" He laughed then
said, "I hope they're boys. Anyway we haven't got time to stand around
chatting, we've got work to do and my career to enhance. But first I
need your mouth round my cock.

Reluctantly she dropped to her knees on the sharp gravel and opened
her mouth.

He felt her velvet clamp and her warm suction and he groaned. A faint
smile twitched his lips as he thought about the consent form that
Julia had signed. That assigned the rights to publish the film, which
would be made up of all the snippets, to one of his enterprises.

And in a little over 9 months time they'd hit the market.

And the hunt would be on for dear sweet Julia. Who had such a natural
talent for Lesbian love scenes; besides starring in porno would be
better than most jobs that a single parent with a mixed race kid could
get.

With that happy thought, he came.

(******************* (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
******************)

His career progression didn't exactly follow conventional lines. True
he had probably shot more reels of film than Jess Franco, but they
were hardly 'conventional' footage even though they did star some of
Hollywood's brightest talent.

He started by contacting a few of his 'girls' and asking them what
projects were in the offing in the near future. He then studied the
movies themselves, weeding out family stuff, animation and
psychological romances until he ended up with one. 'The Naked Seed' a
story about a post apocalyptic world where bands of highly sexed
mutants raced around trying to impregnate the only fertile women left
on earth. And there was a chisel chinned hero who was determined to
protect a band of beautiful fertile women as they made their way to a
government breeding farm from which the new human race would spring
up.

It was all good clean 'B' movie fun but with a surprisingly large
budget and a bevy of hot talent. Marcelina Dukovsky would be directing
it following her surprising success with 'Moon Weevil' the year
before.

Blood looked at her face on his internet browser. She symbolized the
new, sassy streetwise Hollywood with her 'fuck you' attitude and
explosive temperament. But behind a camera she was superb and she knew
how to coax the best out of her stars. She also happened to be
strikingly good looking, not in a soft feminine way but rather in a
sharp, angular way. She was also a rabid feminist and a Lesbian to
boot. He was going to enjoy tangling with her.

"You're going to have a new lover," he announced as his sweating
sexslave made her way into the den after her workout on the exercise
bike.

"Who?" she asked as calmly as she could as her stomach bubbled in
dread.

"Her," he said pointing at he screen.

"Who is she?"

"Why not read the blurb and find out."

She read it then turned to him, "why?"

"I'll tell you that when I feel you need to know but in the meantime
you just think of ways at getting into her bed."

She sighed, "but I'm not a Lesbian."

"Oh I don't know, I've seen the movies and you look pretty much like
one to me and I'm sure Julia would have appreciated your tonguing. If
she'd been awake of course." He grinned, his teeth gleaming against
the ebony of his skin.

She looked down and poked at an imaginary spot on the carpet with her
foot, "but I won't be very good," she whined.

"You'd better be," he said menacingly, "by the way have you dildoed
yourself today, like I told you to?"

She nodded her eyes still downcast.

"On the machine.

Another nod.

"Did you cum?"

There was no answer but her pretty blush said it all.

"So you should be all warm and wet and open for me?"

Another fainter nod.

"Good then bend over, spread your legs and hold on to your ankles."

She complied, the obedient sexslave. 

And he grinned as he pushed inside.

He slid in like her pussy had been tailored especially for him. A
little sexslave adapted for her Master's use. He hunched his hips a
couple of times, took a relaxed stance and then grabbed her hips.

He didn't last long, just a few minutes, but he came like a water
cannon.

He pulled out and slapped her ass. She remained bending with her pussy
clamped tightly shut. Throughout his thrusting the only sounds she
made were the grunting moans each time he had pushed inside. And when
he came she didn't move except to push back at him so as to take the
seed deep as she could and then to clutch at his cock with her pussy
as he retreated, so as to save every drop.

"Ok get up we are going out for a meal."

She stood up gracefully and then spread her legs and put her hands
behind her neck in her 'waiting' position as He called it.

"Ok go shower after you've laid some evening wear on the bed."

He didn't need to tell her not to douche her pussy.

(******************* (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
******************)

Marcelina Dukovsky held court in a little bistro at the fashionable
end of the strip. You'll find her there most evenings, usually deep in
conversation on her cell-phone, punching away furiously at her laptop
or merely surrounded by sycophants.

Rumor had it that her last lover had chucked her over and went with,
shock-horror, a 'Man!' Marcelina ate her lovers up and spat them out
as her sexual appetite was rumored to be enormous. And she could be
just as brutal as any man, if not worse as she really knew a woman's
trigger points.

"That's her," he said pointing around the Azaleas that were draped
around the door.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Go over there and introduce yourself. I want you in her bed tonight,
its either hers or the one you are already acquainted with down by the
docks."

She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Have you got your cell?" He said.

She nodded.

"And my number is programmed in there?"

"Yes and I tested it before we came out."

"Good, so I expect your call sometime tonight to let me know about
your success."

"But what if I can't or she don't like me or something?"

"In which case you are probably going to end up walking bow legged for
a week and with a sore ass. Ok? Understand?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Ok, bye then," he urged her gently forward with the flat of his hand
on her back.

She walked over to her target, using every ounce of grace she'd
obtained on the catwalk to her fullest advantage. She didn't really
know what turns Lesbians on so she just used what worked on men and
hoped she'd got it right. He'd told her she had to act the Bimbo with
only 2 brain cells to rub together, which was a difficult enough act
in itself for a girl with an IQ of 149, but then as He acknowledged
she was going to make an extremely good actress.

"Is this seat taken?" She asked.

Marcelina looked up at her and tilted her glasses towards the end of
her nose. "And who might you be?" she said icily.

"I'm Trina, Trina White. Pleased to meet you," she held out her hand.

"You know I only have invited guests sitting at my table."

"Oh sorry, it's just that its so busy and there aren't many spare
chairs and... well I wanted to er... sit with you."

The woman looked Trina up and down. She was wearing a simple black
dress that hugged her like a second skin and she had a row of pearls
around her neck. It was the classic Coco Chanel look. And it suited
her to a Tee.

"Ok sit," said the woman waving her hand at the empty chair.

"You know who I am, can I ask what your name is?" enquired Trina.

"That's a pretty poor chat up line," said the woman and a thin smile
cracked her face.

"Chat up line?" Trina looked puzzled, "why do you think that? I just
was interesting in knowing your name."

"You mean you don't know who I am?"

Trina shook her head, "should I?"

"I'm Marcelina Dukovsky." She sat back awaiting the gasp of adulation.

"Who?"

"You mean you've never heard of me?"

"No." Said Trina simply.

"Well, well. Either you are a liar or you haven't been in town long."

"I haven't been in town long."

"Ah," said the woman tapping her lips with a slim gold pencil, "so
what brings you to Gomorrah?"

"I'm a model and I was auditioning for a film part."

"And did you get it?"

Trina nodded, "it starts shooting in a few months."

"What the name of it?"

Trina told her and she nodded thoughtfully, "good script but a shame
about the jerk who's directing it."

"What's wrong with him?"

"You'll find out."

"Well like what? Give me a hint."

"Put it this way he likes to feel that he has the divine right to get
inside the panties of all his actresses."

"That won't happen with me," said Trina shaking her head.

"You sound pretty certain of yourself. And what do you think makes you
so confident?"

"Well for one I prefer women and secondly I'm not wearing any," she
giggled.

The older woman rested her chin on her fist with a finger laying along
her cheek, studying Trina. The girl was stunning, with a guileless
innocence that was entrancing, and she suddenly felt a twinge of
pleasure in her pussy. She just had to woo this little darling.

(******************* (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
******************)

It was the in the early hours of the morning that Trina called him
from the bathroom of the opulent Beverly Hills ranch style home.

"What's that noise," he enquired.

"The shower," she said, "I didn't want her to hear me calling you."

"Smart girl," he acknowledged, "so what happened?"

She hesitated for a second unsure of where to start describing what
had happened.

The pain! The humiliation! The lingering soreness!

How could she put it all into words?

(******************* (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
******************)

Ok I'll end this part there. Well I got a paltry number of emails for
part 1 (but some of them were sweet, thank you) so I'm starting to
come to the conclusion that this storyline isn't going anywhere. So
unless I hear from you its dead. My email is Spoonbender@hotmail.com

Meanwhile the offer I made to a lady who needs a Master with a
delightful imagination, rugged good looks and a Brit accent then email
me. Advertising? What advertising?

Also send your pictures as to what my ladies look like and suggested
storylines, I can't promise I'll use them but they may provide food
for future stories.

(******************* (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
******************)

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