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Visa Violation



   By Ed Rider



   "No, I'm not going to call," said Christie emphatically.

   "Then what are we going to do?" said Oliver.

   "We'll just have to think of something else," she said.

   "We've been thinking for five days now," he said.  "We have enough food
money for three more days, and then we'll starve."

   "It's only two weeks until our flight," she pleaded.  "There's got to be
a way to change our tickets."

   "We went through all that, Christie.  Sure, we can change our tickets,
but we don't have the money to pay the penalty.  Our charge cards are maxed
out.  Our parents are angry that we stole money from them to come over here
and get wasted.  Remember how they warned us that if we did something like
that again, they were going to be all tough love and wouldn't help us until
we proved they could trust us?  I don't have any friends who can wire us
money, and you don't either.  Did I cover everything?"

   "I don't think our parents would want us to sell our bodies on the
street," Christie said.

   "First of all, if we could call them, they wouldn't believe us," said
Oliver.  "Secondly, we're not selling our bodies.  The ad doesn't say
`escort.' It says `Couples wanted, figure modeling.'

   "That means porno," she said.

   "I know," he said.  "But it says couples.  That means they want us
together.  We would be doing what we do anyway, just in front of the
cameras."

   "And then all our friends and family and employers would get to watch
us," she said.

   "I know, but there are ways to hide who you are, even in a porno.  For
instance, they can cover up your ankle tattoo with makeup.  This is a huge
industry in Budapest, and I'm sure there's a way to do this so it would be
hard to tell who we are."

   "If we broke up, you'd probably tell everyone where they could see the
video," she said, almost crying.  "I know you would."

   "I swear, Christie," he said.  "No matter what happens, I will never
tell anyone."

   "Even if you don't, I will always know, and I couldn't handle the
humiliation," she said.

   "What about the humiliation of sitting in this squat and smelling like
crap because we haven't bathed in a week?" he said.  "What about looking so
disgusting that people rush by us when we're begging on the street?  What
about living on greasy cheap sausages because we're out of money?"

   She began crying, and he put his arms around her.  "I'm sorry,
Christie," he said.  "We were really stupid when we ran away to Budapest
after graduation and spent all our money on dope.  But we can't do anything
about that now.  We need to figure out a way to survive until we get on
that plane and go home to clean up and start working 70 hours a week making
all that money.  We thought we could run away from it, but we can't.  I
just want to go home."

   "So do I," said Christie through her tears.

   "Here's what I suggest," he said.  "Let's go down to a pay phone and see
if we can go there and ask them questions before we agree to anything.  If
it's really bad, we'll just walk out." I don't know what we would do then,
he thought to himself, but Christie appeared to be comforted a little.

   "OK," she said.  "But I know I'm not going to do it, no matter what they
say."

   "Fine," he said angrily and rolled over.  His back was to her, and he
moved away from her on the pile of rags they were lying on.  As he fell
asleep with his stomach hurting, she was still crying.



   The woman who answered the phone had a friendly, soothing voice when she
responded after Christie blurted out that she was calling for friends and
could her friends come in without any commitment and ask questions and what
about if her friends were nervous and hadn't done anything like figure
modeling before and what if they didn't have money for the trolley?

   "Don't worry," the woman said and gave her the address.  "If that is too
far for your friends, we'd be glad to send a car.  And whether you -- uh,
they -- decide to do any modeling or not, we will bring them back for free.
We will explain everything, and if they aren't completely agreeable with
what we tell them, we don't want them modeling for us."

   It turned out the address was only a few blocks away, so Christie and
Oliver walked over after their morning sausage.  Oliver's mind was a blank,
except for him hoping his stomach wouldn't growl during the interview. 
Christie was feeling trapped.

   The receptionist behind the counter wrinkled her nose a little when they
stood in front of her, but otherwise she seemed not at all surprised by
their matted hair and dirty skin or the filthy preppy clothes they wore.

   "Follow me," she said and opened a gate next to her and walked quickly
down a dark hall out into a small courtyard where there was a rusty garden
table with a few rusty chairs around it.  "Please have a seat," she said
and then turned and walked quickly back inside.

   A few minutes later, a pudgy man in a turtleneck walked out of the door
and sat down in a chair facing them with a pad of paper and a pen.  He
sniffed the air and then pushed his chair back from the table, putting more
distance between him and the couple.  He looked them over for a minute
before he spoke.

   "Hello," he said, "my name is Karel." He didn't offer to shake hands,
but Christie and Oliver were used to that.  They were painfully aware of
their appearance and aroma.

   When they didn't reply, he said, "May I ask to whom I'm speaking?"

   Christie looked at Oliver and said, "Uhhhhh," but the man interrupted.

   "Just first names," he said.  "It's easier to remember your real names
until you get your stage names, but it's up to you what you want to tell
me. I am going to have to see your working papers."

   "We don't have working papers," said Oliver.  "We're American." He felt
stupid.

   "I see," said Karel.  "Do you know that working in Budapest would be a
visa violation?"

   "I didn't think of that," said Oliver and began to get up.

   "Please sit down," said Karel.  "We can talk about that later.  There
are ways to deal with that problem if we have to." It sounded as though he
had plenty of experience with visa violations.

   "We just wanted to find out about the figure modeling," said Christie
with a catch in her voice.  "We've never done modeling before."

   "I see," said Karel.  "Well, I can explain everything quickly. 
Basically, we work with the operators of several websites.  The most
popular is teachmetofistmyboyfriend.com.  We supply them with videos
according to their specifications.  They are interested in amateurs. 
That's what we call people like you in the business.  It just means you
have little or no experience.  You still get paid.  In fact, the demand for
fresh faces is strong, and amateurs often get more money than some big-name
veterans.  Of course, after a few videos, they are no longer amateurs."

   "What would we have to do?" said Christie.  Oliver was listening
silently.

   "Nothing that you don't agree to do," said Karel.  "I'm not being
evasive.  Before you sign any contract, I will make sure you know exactly
what's expected and exactly how much money you will get.  For safety
reasons, we even make a video of you listening to me explaining and your
agreement.  If there is any body language or voice intonation that could
sound like you are being pressured, we will tear up the contract and you
will leave.

   "Right now we are looking for couples for our most popular site, but we
realize that it's a bit extreme for amateurs to start with, so we have a
three-part contract.

   "Part one is straightforward sex, lots of positions and very vigorous,
but nothing unusual.  Part two is an anal scene, and part three is the girl
fisting her boyfriend.

   "I have to tell you that many couples do Part 1 but then the girls don't
want to do Part 2.  And many of those who do the first two parts don't go
on to Part 3, of course, because it's what in the industry we call extreme
sex.

   "Our pay scale reflects those realities.  For Part 1, you would get
$300. For Part 2, you would get an additional $700, so the total would be
$1,000.  And for Part 3, you'd get another $9,000 for a total of $10,000."

   "What if we stopped after Part 1, Oliver said.  The figures were running
around his head, and he was trying to calculate in his mind."

   "That's fine," said Karel, "but it's a problem in your case."

   "What do you mean?" said Christie in a frightened voice.

   "Well, I don't want to seem impolite, but let me put it this way, if you
were me and sitting across the table looking at you, would you hire
yourselves?  The website members enjoy watching healthy, good-looking
bodies."

   "What is that supposed to mean?" said Christie.

   "Rather than answer that, let me give you my offer.  It's the same money
as I've already told you, with one requirement.  You need to give us four
days before the session and cooperate with us to get you cleaned up.  We
will feed you, wash you, groom you, get you some fresh clothes and have you
looking like the sexiest couple in Budapest in four days." He smiled.  "I
guarantee you."

   "We're taking a chance on you.  Even if you sign the contract, you could
walk out in four days, and we couldn't do much about it.  Of course, you
won't get any money.  In fact, you will owe us $300 for all our efforts. 
Even if you do Part 1, you'd still get no money until you finished Part 2.
But I think we can trust you, because if you do Part 2, we wipe out your
debt and you get the entire $1,000.  And then we do Part 3."

   His voice was firm but kind, and Christie began warming up to him. 
"Karel, I'm scared that our friends and family will see the videos and
we'll be humiliated," she said.  "Oh, you can call me Christie."

   "Don't worry, Christie.  We know how to handle that.  Part of our
cleanup process is changing your entire look.  We do everything short of
plastic surgery to disguise you.  From your teeth to to wigs, makeup,
everything.  Anything on your naked body that would give someone a clue
will be disguised, and we'll even add some moles and skin tones that will
wash off later.  Before we begin shooting, you'll have a chance to look at
every inch of yourself and inspect our work.  You will be amazed."



   Five days later, Christie stepped out of the shower and looked at
herself in the full-length bathroom mirror.  I am amazed, she said to
herself.  All she could recognize was her medium-sized breasts with the
puffy nipples and her perky small round rear.  All the scabs and sores were
gone from her arms and legs, and her face felt fresh.  She felt healthy for
the first time in months.  She smiled until she started thinking about what
she would be doing that day.

   A half-hour later she was standing in front of another mirror where two
giggly young women were adding little things to her body and covering other
things up.  When they finished, Christie didn't see much difference until
she looked closely at various patches of skin and noticed the artificial
enhancements.

   Now she was given a simple cotton bra and white cotton panties and
covered with a sheet as she sat in front of the makeup mirror while they
worked on her face and hair.  Her face was turned darker and received some
blemishes and moles, and her hair was wound up around her head and
flattened, then covered it with a wig that gave her a close-cropped flapper
look, solid black.  Until she raised an eyebrow, she couldn't tell it was
her in the mirror.  Yesterday, they had dyed her eyebrows and thick pubic
hair the same black color as the wig.

   When she had disrobed the first time for Karel, he whistled.  "You are
what we call a natural," he said, "and you're going to get millions of
clicks.  Don't touch that bush." She was flattered until she thought more
about what his words meant.

   She got dressed in the teenage outfit hanging from the pipe and put on
some knee-high socks and mary janes.  It was an outfit she might have worn
in high school or as a new freshman before she got her wardrobe lecture at
the sorority.

   One of the girls took her by the hand and led her down the hall to a
brightly lit room.  In it was a queen-sized bed, Karel, two cameramen and
another girl who was holding onto a rolling boom mike.  Oliver was sitting
in the bed with his pants on but barefoot and without a shirt.  He had a
magazine in his hand.

   Karel was the director, and as soon as he saw her, he began directing.
"Here's the scene, Oliver and Christie.  Oliver is lounging in bed reading
a magazine, and Christie comes in and sees him.  She sits down next to him
and pulls the magazine out of his hands and throws it across the room. 
Then she starts stroking Oliver's chest while he just smiles and enjoys it.
She leans over and gives him a passionate kiss.

   "When that's done, she slides her mouth slowly down his chest and over
his stomach until she reaches his belt.  She undoes his belt and unzips his
fly and tries to pull his pants down, but he's too heavy.  She looks at him
and turns her right hand palm up and makes a couple of up and down
gestures. He finally gets the idea and raises his ass.

   "She pulls his pants and shorts down to his thighs, but no further,
grabs his dick with one hand and his balls with the other and gets to work
immediately.  Hopefully, you can get him hard, Christie, but if it's not
happening, we will stop the filming and bring in someone who will do the
job.  In the editing room, we will cut away to his face, and when we cut
back to you, he will be hard.

   "Once he's hard, you'll pull his pants all the way down.  Then he'll sit
up and start unzipping and unbuttoning you.  You'll get impatient and push
his hands away and quickly finish taking off all your clothes.  Then you'll
start going between his legs, but he will stop you and pull your legs back
and over him until you are in the 69 position, with Christie on top.

   "Christie, you must spread your legs wide when you are over Oliver and
lower yourself just enough so his mouth can reach your pussy.  He will
spread your bush apart with his hands so we can see your lips open when he
starts eating you.  When you are sucking him, try to go straight up and
down while looking forward.  I know that's not natural and a bit of a
strain, but we want to see your face as much as we can.

   "Use your hands on his balls, and to stroke between his legs.  Do
whatever you know that turns him on.  We want him really aroused.  If
you've never tried it, one thing that we've found very effective is to
stick your finger into your mouth -- sit up and face the camera while you
do it -- and slide it in slowly three or four times, then cover it with as
much saliva as you can and slowly push it in and out of his asshole.  That
gets them hard almost every time.

   "After you've eaten each other a little while, Christie will get up and
turn around and sit on Oliver.  Move up and down slowly at first but then
we want you to slam your ass up and down as fast as possible.  Lean forward
-- you can even kiss him while you're doing this -- and spread your legs,
so the camera can see his dick disappearing in you.  While you're doing
that, turn your head back and look at the camera.

   "After that, you'll turn around and do what we call a reverse cowgirl.
It's the same as before, except you'll be facing his feet and supporting
yourself on your hands while you slam up and down.  It's an odd position
and not a comfortable one for the girl, but the guys like it when they can
see the girl's face at the same time as the dick goes in and out.

   "Your arms will get tired of holding yourself up pretty fast, and when
they do, just stop and sit on Oliver's dick.  This will be his cue to lift
you up by the thighs as high as he can.  Christie, you just keep your legs
wide and lean back on him while he does this.  You don't need to move. 
Oliver will use his midsection to slam his dick in and out of you from
below.

   "When he gets tired of holding you up, he will lower you and hug you
tightly from behind and slowly roll with you until you're on your stomach
and he's above you.  He'll pull out for a moment while you get on your
hands and knees and then he's going to pound you doggy style from behind.
During this part, one of the cameramen is going to crawl under and shoot
right into Christie's pussy from below as Oliver slams into her.

   "After that, comes the last part.  Oliver will get off Christie, and
she'll lie on her back.  He'll face her and lift her legs onto his
shoulders.  Then he'll push forward with his shoulders so her thighs are
pushed into her chest.  This will lift her ass off the bed into the air.

   "He'll stick his dick in and again speed up after starting slowly. 
We'll have a camera right behind the two of you, and we want Christie's ass
to bounce so fast between the bedsprings and Oliver's thighs that it's a
blur.  It's not fun for the girl, but usually it doesn't take long before
the guy is ready to come.

   "Oliver, if you find you aren't ready to come after a few minutes, stop
and we'll bring in one of our experts to get you close.  Once you are on
the verge of coming, you'll get off Christie and sit at the edge of the
bed. Christie will jump off the bed and kneel on the carpet and start
sucking your dick as hard as possible while going back and forth on it.  As
soon as you feel you are ready to come, pull your dick out.  She'll open
her mouth and you pump your dick while you place it right in front of her
mouth.  There will be a camera right next to her face to catch the come as
you spurt.  Don't worry if some of it gets on her face and in her hair. 
The guys love that.  Christie, wait until he's finished, and then use your
lips and tongue to push the stuff out of your mouth so it's running down
your face and dripping from your chin.  They love that, too.

   "After that, we want you both to smile and wave to the camera, and then
the girls will clean both of you up.

   "See those large posters that the redhead over there is holding.  They
have all the instructions I've just given you written in English in large
letters.  She will be right behind the closest cameraman to you, so if you
forget what you're supposed to be doing, just look up toward the camera and
you can read them.

   "We want you to be looking at each other most of the time, but don't
worry about looking at the camera.  It makes the video seem more amateur
and natural.

   "Also, don't say a single word.  You can make all the sounds you want.
We love that.  But we've made you look European, because you down't want to
anyone to know you're American.  As for any other sounds, do whatever you
feel like.  Some couples are almost completely silent, and others are
really vocal.  Don't worry about it.

   "While you're acting, I want you to think of one word, and only one
word: energetic.  We get more clicks than any of our competition because
our amateurs look like they're enjoying themselves.  Often the competitors'
girls look bored out of their minds while the guys are slamming away at
them."

   "OK.  Any questions?"

   "No," said Oliver.



   "I think I can handle this," said Christie in a frightened voice, "but
what if I can't."

   "You can stop the whole thing anytime you want," said Karel.  "Just get
up and walk away.  You won't get any money, and I might be angry because
I've paid for the last four days, and I'm paying for all the assistants and
the crew today.  But I took a chance that you would honor your commitment,
and I knew what the risk was."

   For some reason, Christie was embarrassed.  "Oh, I'm sure I can handle
it," she said brightly, and then she fell silent.

   "Let's get started," Karel said.  "I'm not going to say another word in
a few seconds.  Just keep going and following the cue boards as best you
can.  OK, Oliver, you're lying back, and Christie, you're walking into the
bedroom."



   It was over in 40 minutes, and Oliver and Christie were lying exhausted
next to each other in the bed.  After conferring for a second with the
crew, Karel came over to them.

   "You guys were great," he said.  "You really got into it or at least you
looked like you did.  You are great actors.  I'm guessing you both are
secret exhibitionists, and we gave you a chance to show that side of you.
We got some great footage to edit.  Usually, our videos are about 15
minutes, but you gave us so much good stuff that I think yours will be
longer."

   "We're taking a break now, before Part 2.  And even though you signed
the contract and committed to it, I want both of you to talk about it
during the break and then we'll get a video of you agreeing to do it one
more time.  I'll leave you alone now."

   The second he left the room, Christie started getting scared.  "That was
so easy that I wasn't even thinking about Part 2, Oliver," she said.  "I've
never had you in my ass, and those things I was playing with the last few
days aren't the same as a real person.  They told me to move them in and
out fast, but I was too tight and disgusted to do it."

   Oliver was thinking hard.  If they didn't do Part 2, they wouldn't get
any money at all and they'd be back in the squat tonight, maybe a little
cleaner and a little less hungry.  But in a couple of days, it would be
exactly the same again.  Christie was too scared to think straight, so he
had to do the thinking for both of them.  He had to persuade her to do Part
2.  How could he do that?  He decided to attack from a different angle.

   "Come on Christie.  How do you think I feel?  For Part 3, you're going
to put your hand up my ass.  Whatever happens to you in Part 2, it's not
going to be anything like that.  That's so extreme, there's no way to even
practice it.  They told me that they know how to handle it, but what does
that mean?

   "As for disgusting, have you ever seen anyone fisted in the ass.  I've
seen a couple of videos, and it's about the grossest, most embarrassing
thing you could ever imagine.  What you're doing for us is nothing compared
to what I'll have to do."

   Oliver saw his words were having an effect.  It didn't matter that he
already had decided that he would never agree to Part 3.  After they
finished Part 2, they would have all the money they needed to stay fed and
clean until the flight.  Christie might be angry at him at first for lying
to her, but in the end, she would understand he did it for the right
reasons.

   "I never thought about what you have to do, Oliver," she said.  "I guess
I've been avoiding it.  You're right, when I watched one preview on the
site, I couldn't stand it and turned it off right before she even stuck her
whole hand in.  It must be agony for the guy.

   "I love you for your courage.  I don't think I could ever do that, not
in my vagina and for sure not in my ass.  I guess I'm being stupid and
selfish.  I'm just so scared.  Please be as gentle with me as you can."

   When Karel came back, she spoke first.  "We're ready to agree on the
video again," she said.  "But let's do it fast and get it over with."

   After the short contract video was done, Karel said, "First each of you
is going with two of the girls who will clean you out thoroughly inside. 
We don't want a single spot during the filming.  You'll be doing a lot of
scenes similar to Part 1, except this time they will be anal."

   "Wait a minute," said Oliver.  "I thought you said that only Christie
would be doing anal in Part 2."

   "That's right, Oliver, but we don't want to waste any time.  We're just
taking a short break after Part 2 before we start Part 3.  So we're taking
care of all the cleaning now."

   Oliver started to say something else, but then he saw Christie looking
at him and kept his mouth shut.  He'd have to play along until Part 2 was
done.

   While one girl was giving him the first of two warm soapy enemas, the
second came over and showed him a tiny round metallic bud.  "I'm going to
stick this into your ear," she said.  "It's a wireless earphone receiver.
For Part 2, there won't be any boards.  You'll be hearing Karel giving you
instructions.  And I'm putting a small sound deadening earplug in your
other ear so you won't be distracted by Christie.  Sometimes Part 2 can get
very loud.  You might hear her just a little in the earphone, but she
should be mostly drowned out by Karel's voice."

   While Christie was being given the same treatment in another bathroom,
the second girl showed her another tiny wireless earphone.  "I'm putting
this into your ear, Christie.  There won't be any boards, and Karel will
give Oliver all the instructions on how to place you and what to do.  You
don't even have to think or respond in any way, just follow Oliver's lead.
I'll be speaking into your ear when I think you need to hear something from
me."

   When Christie and Oliver were brought back into the room, she looked at
him with frightened eyes.  He looked away.  Then he heard Karel speaking
into his ear.

   "Go over and kiss her, Oliver.  Take her in your arms and stroke her
back and as you keep stroking her, slowly move your hand down until you're
also stroking her ass.  Good.  That's it.  On the next up stroke, take a
finger and pull it gently between her ass cheeks.  Don't push.  Keep doing
that.  Great work.

   "Now kiss her neck so we can see her face, and just leave your hand on
her ass and stroke only there with your finger in her crack.  Press your
finger in a little.  Great.  We got a wonderful expression on her face when
you did that.  Keep pushing it in as you stroke, but no further.  We want
to make her comfortable with it.

   "OK, now break the clinch and take her hand and sit down on the bed and
pull her down beside you.  Give her another kiss and lay her gently on her
stomach.  Get on your knees between her legs and start massaging her
cheeks. Pull them wide apart and let them spring back together.  Keep doing
that.  Do you see how greasy the hair is around her asshole?  The second
enema was mostly lubricant so she's really slimy inside, and some of the
grease came out on her hair.

   "I see that got you aroused, Oliver.  Great.  Even though you already
came once, you're young enough that I don't think you'll need any blue
pills.  You're enjoying this.  OK, now run your finger up and down between
her cheeks again and slowly push it between them harder and harder.  Great.

   "Now, lift her rear up in the air.  Leave her head on the pillow for
now. Spread her legs as you lift them until she has them wide apart and is
on her knees.  Can you see her hairy hole now?  It's ready for your finger,
but first just touch the edge.  Did you feel her body jump?  She's still a
little nervous.

   "OK, put just the tip of the finger in slowly and pull it out.  Now put
it back again, just a little deeper.  That's it.  Easy does it.  No hurry
at all.  You've worked the whole finger in now.  Excellent.  Do you feel
all the lubricant around it.  Is she clenching it sometimes?  She doesn't
do that on purpose.  It's because she's nervous.

   "Good, I see it's going in and out more smoothly now.  She's finally
relaxing a little.  Time to add a second finger.  Good.  She flinched
again, but not as much.  It looks like there's not as much resistance to
the second finger as the first.  You're doing great.  OK, speed it up just
a little, not much.  Fine.  Now slowly pull the fingers out.

   "I see you're as hard as a rock, Oliver.  Congratulations.  Take the end
of your dick and bring it gently to her hole, touching it just lightly so
she thinks it's only your fingers again.  Now start pushing, but just a
little.  The secret is to barely push but never stop pushing.  Eventually,
she will make room for you, even as large as you are.

   "Good, you're listening well.  She's raised her head and her upper body,
so she's now on her hands and knees.  We can see from her face that she's
straining because she realizes it's the real thing now and she probably
remembers how big you can get.  She can't help trying to keep it out and
even moving away from you a little.  That's fine.  The camera loves her and
her cute, frightened expression.  You don't have to do anything but keep up
the same pressure.  No more.

   "I can see some give.  I think you are about to go in.  When you do,
there will be a sudden jolt forward, but try not to get carried away and
stop as soon as you can.  There it is.  You're in.  You should have seen
her expression change as you went in.  It was fantastic.  Her eyes even
rolled back.

   "Maybe you can hear her in my microphone.  She's really a loud one and
very expressive with her sounds.  I hope we can keep her from speaking, but
she might lose control and start saying things.  Don't worry.  We'll cover
it up with music, so people will hear her emotions but not any words or
voice that they can recognize.

   "OK, she's calmed down a little.  Start pushing again, but no harder. 
You'll see that there's a lot less resistance now and you're going in
smoothly.  Do you feel the lack of friction?  That lubricant is amazing.

   "OK, slow, slow, you're almost all the way in.  Now your balls are
hitting her ass.  Touchdown, you say in America.

   "She's very loud again.  Can you feel her body moving?  She's moving her
legs around and she's moving her head from side to side.  I think we're
ready to start.  Pull back slowly, just a little faster than you went in.
See, she stopped moving and is holding perfectly still while you do that.
She must really be feeling you and trying to relax her muscles to let that
big thing through.

   "OK, you're almost all the way out.  You don't need to pull out
completely yet.  Start pushing back just a little faster than before. 
She's still trying to be a statue, but I think the increased speed is
causing those little jerks.  OK, out again, just a little faster.  Oh,
you're already at the end.  Back a little faster.  Good.

   "Now, just a tiny bit faster going in and then stick with that speed. 
You've got a rhythm going now, and she's reacting to it.  A lot more
vocals, but still no words.  She's great.  Wait until you see all the
expressions going across her face.  What an amazing actress!

   "OK, we're done in this position.  I want you to slow down just a little
on the next few thrusts and then pull all the way out.  I'll be quiet so
you can hear the pop.  Did you hear that?  Wasn't it sexy?  Oh, by the way,
if you feel yourself starting to come, I want you to nod your head up and
down.

   "Let's let Christie rest for a moment.  OK, now I want you to get up off
your knees and stand on the bed.  Christie slouched down a little when you
pulled out so fast, so reach down grab her around the waist and lift her
back on her hands and knees.  There.  Now spread your legs wide and move
them until they are on either side of her.  Reach down and pull her thighs
wide until you can see her anus.  There.  It looks beautiful, all slimy and
I think a little more open than before.

   "Now slowly lower yourself as if you're doing squats in the gym and
guide your dick right into the hole.  Try to just aim it because it looks
better that way, but use your hands if you need to.  When you get there
just keep going down into it.  It shouldn't hold you back like before.

   "There.  You did it perfectly.  That was beautiful.  Did you feel her
whole body jump to meet you.  It probably was involuntary, but it looked
great.  OK, now I want you to go in and out a little just using your pelvis
for now and pick up some speed.

   "Great.  Now use your legs and go straight up and out of her.  Perfect.
You got a nice gap.  Hold it one more second.  Now, back down all the way
in.  Now back up all the way out.  Hold it.  Now back.  Do you have the
rhythm, in-out-hold-in.  OK, you're on your own.

   "Terrific.  Now let's finish this part with some real energetic action.
This time I don't want you to use your pelvis.  You've got some strong leg
muscles, and you're going to do squats right into Christie.  When you come
down, your ass will bump her ass.  At first, it will be a little bump, but
as you move your ass up and down faster and faster, you're going to slam
into her with enough force that it will push her body hard into the
mattress springs.  They will shoot her right back up at you, and you'll
bump her right back.

   "As you increase the pace, her whole body will look like she's bouncing
on a trampoline, and your dick will be going in and out of her fast.  OK,
ready to start the ass bumping.  Slow, slow, OK, now faster.  Now, put the
pedal down.  Wow, look at you!  She's jerking up and down like she just did
a bungee jump.

   "You should see her face now.  She's found some more ways to twist it.
Each time you collide, there's a high-pitched vocal expression, too.  She's
really great.

   "OK, I think she's getting tired.  Her tongue is hanging out of her
mouth and she's panting like a dog.  Slow down but don't pull out.  Now get
down on your hands and knees right on top of her.  Put your knees between
her knees, press against her ass with your dick all the way in and hug her
tightly around the waist.  I think your dick is long enough for this next
maneuver.

   "It looks like you're in position.  OK, while holding her tight, roll
your body, taking her with you, until you're on your back.  Ready?  Roll.
That was perfect because your dick came out a little but it's still mostly
inside her.  Now wait just a minute while some assistants arrange the
pillows against the headboard.

   "We're ready now, and I want you to slide back, with her on top of you,
until you reach the pillows.  Lift yourself up onto them until you are
sitting, but not straight up and down.  You should be at a 45-degre angle,
and Christie will be sitting on your lap.  Try to stay inside her.

   "Good.  Keep sliding.  OK, now lift up.  Back a little more.  A little
higher.  Perfect.  And you never fell out of her.  You're a pro.

   "OK, there are two things we do in this position, and we're going to
alternate them.  First, take her feet in each of your hands and lift them
onto your thighs.  Now reach forward and grab each leg behind her knees and
pull back.  Lean back a little at the same time.  We want to get Christie's
ass high in the air.  That's it.  Beautiful.  Your dick came out a little,
but not too much.

   "Now while you're holding her like that, slowly push your pelvis up at
her from below and push yourself all the way in again.  Now pull out
slowly. Now back in a little faster.  That's it.  Work that speed up faster
and faster.  Whoa!  You're flying.

   "Now, the next time you pull down, pull all the way out as fast as you
can.  At the same time, pull back on her legs so you fly out of her even
faster.  I'll stop talking so you can hear what happens.  Did you hear
that? It was like a firecracker as you wrenched your dick out of her.  Keep
holding her in the air.  We have a giant gape, a huge black hole in space.
Misson control is pleased, and Christie is giving us a lot of emotion.  OK
the hole seems to be closing up.  Lower her and roll her forward right back
onto your dick.  Now in and out, in and out, even faster if you can. 
Ready. Back!  That was even louder than before."

   While Oliver was enthusiastically following Karel's instructions,
Christie was getting frantic.  From the moment, Oliver entered her, she was
in pain.  As he stretched her and reamed her and pounded her in the
different positions she screamed and sobbed and tried breathing different
ways and even holding her breath.  Nothing helped with the horrible burning
feeling in her rear, the agonizing stabbing pains and the utter degradation
she was feeling.  She thought she would go mad.  She wondered why Oliver
didn't stop when he heard her screaming?

   "Hi Christie." There was a soft soothing voice in her ear.  She strained
to listen as Oliver kept pulling out and popping her faster and faster,
causing her to lose control of her face muscles and even her eyeballs.

   "It's Lenka," said the voice.  "I'm the girl who put the speaker in your
ear.  Christie, it looks like you're having a hard time.  Nod, if I'm
right."

   Christie nodded so hard her head looked like a wobble toy.

   "That's what I thought," said the girl.  "If you want, you can tell him
to stop."

   Christie heard her and tried to control herself.  Then she heard another
loud pop and felt again like her colon was being pulled out of her body. 
She strained to speak and finally said, "Oliver, stop.  I can't take it
anymore.  You're killing me." Her voice was a shriek, but Oliver barely
heard it.  Instead, he heard Karel's instructions.

   "Uh oh, Christie just started talking.  I think we need to speed this up
because we still have one more position to go.  Let's give her two more
fast pops.

   "Great.  She's really talking away now.  You can probably hear her
emotion.  OK, now number two.  There.  That was the best one yet.  It
really got her body moving, and it stopped her talking.

   "OK let's move to the final position.  Lift her off of you and lay her
down on her back."

   As Oliver lifted her up and lay her gently down, Christie sighed.  He
must have heard her.  But then Christie felt her legs being lifted up over
Oliver's big shoulders, and his body pressed against her.  He leaned
forward and pushed her legs back until her thighs were pressed against her
breasts and her feet were back by her ears.

   Like in the previous session, it forced her rear off the bed and into
the air, only now she felt his long, thick penis sliding back into her
anus. Even though there was no resistance and the lubricant inside her
squirted out her anus as he pushed in, she was so sore now that it was
still agonizing.

   When he began moving in and out of her, she moaned.

   "Don't give up, Christie," said Lenka.  "Sometimes it helps to get
really angry at your partner.  Let your anger get you through this last
part.  You're almost done.  You can do it."

   Now he was moving faster and starting to collide with her rear.  This
was the most painful position of all.  As he increased his speed, she was
slammed into the bed, which slammed her back at him.  Faster and faster she
bounced back and forth, like a rubber ball.  Sometimes her rear came at him
while he was coming at her, and the pain of the collision went all through
her body.  Other times he was wrenching himself out of her as she was
bouncing away, and she felt like her insides were shredding.

   With each collision she was shrieking louder.  But with a big effort,
she tried to talk between the cries.  "No-no-stop-you're-tearing-me-up. 
Please-Oliver-don't-do-this. 
I'm-dying-please-stop-please-please-please-please."

   But the pounding went on.  She looked at him.  He wasn't even looking at
her.  He was lost in pleasure, and at that moment she did become angry. 
She hated him.  She saw his face getting redder and redder as he pounded
her harder and harder, and then he opened his mouth and howled.  She felt
him release inside her and she screamed, not from pain this time, but
because her ordeal was finally over.



   When Oliver got off of her, he didn't say a word and didn't look at her.
She was sobbing uncontrollably, and he was startled to hear how loud she
was as he took out the things in his ears.  They were led away by the girls
and washed up.  Christie could barely walk.

   Lenka began talking to her, asking her about herself, where she grew up,
what she was doing in Budapest, where she was going from there.  Christy
felt like a broken doll and didn't hold back.  She told her entire story,
all the horrible things she had done to her parents, the money she stole,
the drug parties in Budapest, the squat with no running water or
electricity where they were staying until they could fly home.  The girl
listened intently.  "I'll be right back," she said and left the room.

   When she came back, she said, "Christy, I hate to tell you this, but I
want you to be prepared because this happens a lot of times.  After the
girl has gone through all the things the boy does to her in Part 2, very
often the boy refuses to do Part 3.  Even though they agreed to everything
and signed the contracts, he backs out, because he's scared.

   "I know you were strong and went through with Part 2, but don't be
surprised if Oliver doesn't want to do Part 3 since you now have enough
money to make it until you fly home.

   "I talked to Karel about this.  We would very much like for the two of
you to do Part 3.  You told me that you stole $8,000 from your parents and
Oliver stole $6,000 from his.  Karel has agreed to increase your payment to
$16,000 total.  That's enough for you to live on until your flight, with
enough left over so you can pay both your parents back what you owe them
and maybe start in a better direction.  I have a feeling today has changed
you and you won't throw the money away on more drugs."

   Christie burst into tears again.  "No, no," she said.  "You're right. 
We already decided that we were going clean.  That's so nice of Karel.  I
can't believe he would do that for us.  I know Oliver isn't like the guys
you talked about.  He made a promise, and he'll keep it.  You'll see."

   "I hope you're right," said Lenka.  "For Part 3, you're going to play
the part of a sister in training, and I'm your teacher.  We're going to
wear uniforms.  Don't be nervous.  I've done this many times.  You'll do
fine.

   "Sister?" said Christie.

   "Oh, I forgot," said Lenka.  "In America, you call them nurses."

   They put on the uniforms.  Christie was still shaking and occasionally
sobbing, but she tried hard to get hold of herself and smiled at Lenka when
she gently helped her with the uniform adjustments.  She looked into the
mirror and saw that, except for her red eyes, she looked quite
professional.

   Lenka led her to the small courtyard, where a fully dressed Oliver and
Karel were already sitting.  They weren't saying anything and weren't
looking at each other.  When Oliver saw her in the uniform, he jerked in
the chair.  Then he got up and came over to her.  "Are you all right," he
said.  He took her hand.  She looked at him.  There was a strange
expression on his face that she hadn't seen before.

   "Fine," she said quietly as she removed her hand from his and sat down.

   Karel began immediately.  "Now we come to Part 3," he said.  "Just like
Part 2, we're first going to do a short video where I repeat what's in the
contract and you both agree.  Then we'll film, give you the money in cash
or however you want it, and you'll be out of here."

   Paul fidgeted and spoke.  "Karel, I've been thinking.  I know I signed
the contract, but I've realized that I can't do Part 3.  I watched a couple
of the videos on the site, and they were horrifying to me.  I know some
guys can handle fisting, but they're gay or they have a different kind of
personality.  I just can't do it.  I think I might lose my mind."

   He looked at Christie staring at him as he continued.  "The thousand
dollars we've already earned is plenty for a nice room in one of those old
hotels and for some good food until we take our plane home.  We'll be able
to heal a little and feel like human beings when we get home.  There's no
need to go through any more pain and degradation.  I think the best thing
for us would be to work on ourselves in quiet now."

   He tried to sound as logical and reasonable as he could.  The speech was
mostly for Christie, not Karel.  He had rehearsed it several times in his
mind while he was waiting for Christie.  But an occasional quaver betrayed
the raw fear inside him, and he cursed himself for his lack of control.  He
looked at Christie's face.  She didn't seem upset.  In fact, he even
noticed a slight smile come across her lips.  When she spoke, he was
startled, because her voice was warm and comforting.

   Ignoring completely what he had just said, she said, "Oliver, I don't
think Karel has told you yet what he's doing for us.  Can you believe it?
He's going to change our contract so that when we're done with Part 3,
we'll get $16,000, enough to pay back my parents and yours for what we
took. Isn't that wonderful?  They'll still be angry, but this will really
speed up the reconciliation that we need."

   A look of surprise and shock came across Oliver's face.  How did Karel
know about the stolen money?  What kind of scheme was this?  Didn't
Christie hear a word he said?  He looked around frantically, as if he were
a rat trapped in a cage.  But then he relaxed.  No, he wasn't trapped. 
Nobody could force him to do anything he didn't want to do.  Karel had
promised them.

   "I'm sorry, Christie," he said.  "I think Karel is playing games with
us. I figured out that he had both my ears plugged so I couldn't hear you.
He probably thought it would make you think I didn't care what you were
going through and turn you against me.  His offer doesn't change my mind.
You don't understand because you're a woman.  I can't handle that Part 3. I
would go out of my mind.  Try to understand."

   Christie was quiet.  She looked straight ahead with no expression on her
face.  She was thinking.  That was no good, thought Oliver.  I want her
emotional, not thinking.  She's smart, smarter than me, and when she's
thinking, nothing matters to her except solving the problem.  That's why
she got a bigger salary offer than me.

   Finally, she turned to Karel and Lenka and calmly said, "Would you
please leave us alone out here for a few minutes again.  As you can see, we
have a disagreement that we need to work out.  Then we'll give you our
decision.  Is that all right?"

   "Of course, Christie," said Karel as he and Lenka got up.

   "Before you go, Karel," said Christie, "please tell us, how long does
Part 2 take?"

   "All in all, maybe 30 minutes, but that includes a little bit of drama
at the start, so there's no more than 20 minutes of, uh, action, maximum. I
guarantee it."

   "Thanks," said Christie.  "I'm sorry about this."

   "Don't be sorry," said Karel.  "Take all the time you want." He and
Lenka disappeared inside the building.

   When they were gone, Oliver spoke first.  "I know what you're thinking,
Christie, but you can't change my mind.  Look at me.  I'm not faking. 
Can't you see that I'm scared to death.  This would kill me."

   He didn't like what he saw on her face.  There wasn't a trace of
sympathy.  It was a composed face.  She was all business, and her voice was
soft and modulated.

   "Grow up, Oliver.  Of course, you're scared, but no more than I was. 
Yes, you're a man, so take it like a man, not like a frightened child.  You
are so self-centered and narcissistic.  Yes, I know, I am, too, but I'm
changing that.  I knew I couldn't handle Part 2, but I did it anyway,
because it had to be done.  Even with your earplugs, you must have heard me
screaming at you to stop, but you kept right on going.  I looked at your
face.  You were totally self-absorbed in your pleasure.  It was
disgusting."

   "I'm sorry, Christie," he said.  "I could barely hear, but yes, I did
see your face, and I knew you were in pain." He stopped as he heard her
make a loud snorting sound, followed by a sob.  She was losing her
composure.  He was talking into the air in front of him at first, but now
he turned to her.  Her head was turned away from him, and he couldn't see
her face.

   "Yes, I knew I was hurting you, but with Karel speaking in my ear, I
couldn't concentrate on anything else.  It was like he was controlling my
body like a puppet.  You must believe me.  I didn't want to hurt you."

   "Of course, I believe you, Oliver," she said.  Now her faced was turned
to him.  Her voice was still soft, but steely and determined.  He knew that
look, and it made him even more frightened.  But he wasn't giving in.  He
couldn't go through with it.  She could speak softly or scream and yell. 
He wasn't changing his mind.

   "I believe what you just told me," she said, "but I don't believe you
now.  The bottom line is that I couldn't do it, but I did, and you can't do
it, but you're going to anyway.  That's all there is to it.  Or else you
and I are finished."

   She saw right away that her threat didn't work.  "I'm sorry if it has to
be that way," said Oliver.  "You know how I feel about you.  I'll do
anything I can to win you back, and someday I hope you'll forgive me." He
tried to inject emotion into his words, but inside he was overwhelmed with
relief.

   Christie was silent again while Oliver fidgeted.  She was thinking
again. A minute went by, then another minute.  Fnally, she spoke.

   "Oliver, I think you are going to do Part 3.  I guess you won't do it
for me, but I think you will do it anyway, and I'll tell you why.  I've
decided that I've been hurt and humiliated so badly that there isn't
anything worse that could happen to me.

   "I think I'm now where my parents and that tough love guy were talking
about.  I've hit that point where I'm willing to do what it takes to get
out of the pit, even subject myself to the contempt of my parents and
whoever else I need to tell about this.  Because if you don't keep your
promise, I'm not going to lie to them.  I'm going to tell them everything
about Budapest, including this.

   "I'm not going to embellish and tell them that you forced me to do Part
2.  If fact, I won't tell them the lie you told me to persuade me.  I don't
want anything to be on my conscience, although I know I'll feel guilty
anyway.

   "When I come clean, I'm also going to show them the website and the
videos of us.  They've disguised us pretty well, but not enough so my
parents won't recognize me -- and you.  Even though I tell them it was my
choice, they are going to blame you, and they are going to hate you like no
one has ever hated anyone before.

   "I don't know what they'll do.  But I think they'll make sure your
parents see the website, and your HR person at Touche Ross.  They might
even show it to the police, although I'm 18, so you can't be prosecuted for
a sex crime.  I could lie, and they could get you for white slavery, but
I'm not going to do that.  Even if the police don't come up with anything
to charge you with, their report and the link to the website will be in
their records forever, and it will turn up whenever you apply for a job and
someone is checking your background.

   "You'll probably have to accept a job that pays so little they don't
bother checking your background.  If I know your parents and your sister,
they are going to stay as far from you as possible, so you might not get
much financial help from them.

   "All the girls you date, unless they are so stupid they don't Google
you, will see the police record and the link to the videos.  Though we're
disguised, that will tell them who it is.  I wonder what they'll think of
you after they see what you did to me in Part 2?  Maybe you'll find some
poor girl who likes that kind of sex.

   "We've been clean and sober for two weeks now, Oliver, and I plan to
continue.  But I'm being honest when I tell you that the thought just came
to me that what happens to you might send you back to drugs, or that you
would take your own life.  For a moment, I thought that would make me
happy, but just for a moment, and I want to apologize for even that moment.

   "We've gone through a lot, and I'll always remember what we had.  It was
wonderful, and I thought of us going on to a wonderful life together. 
Maybe that had something to do with me agreeing to Part 2.  So I'm not
wishing anything bad to happen to you.

   "I'm going to tell my parents that I will be working on forgiving you,
so I can move on with my life, and that's also the truth.  It will take
time, but I feel I can do it.  I'm even thinking that some day, if I find
out you're in bad shape, I would be glad to pay for a place where you're
off the street and have enough to eat.  I'd be happy to do that, because of
what we once had.

   "So I'm being honest, Oliver.  That's what's been running through my
mind as I sit here looking at you.  I'm thinking, 20 minutes, only 20
minutes of pain and degradation.  I endured nearly 30 minutes.  But you
can't take 20 minutes so that we can finish this disgusting phase of our
lives the best way possible and start building something better together.
It would mean so much to me to return the money I stole from my parents,
and I think you love your parents, too.

   "Right now, you might be thinking, yeah, Christie is really upset, but
she'll get over it.  She's as self-centered as I am, and she's no martyr.

   "You might be right, Oliver.  But look into my eyes.  I don't think I've
ever been as determined as I am now.  I don't really care who knows about
my video now and who sees it.  I'm past that.  Maybe I even want them to
see it so I really know that there's no way left for me but to own up and
do what I have to do.

   "So are you going to take the chance that I'll become a coward again, or
are you going to man up for 20 minutes?  Is throwing away your entire life
worth avoiding that 20 minutes.  The Oliver I've loved would do it.  Am I
wrong?  Is that Oliver nonexistent?  What do you say?"

   As she spoke, Oliver became more and more frantic.  Even though they
were in the open air, he felt like someone was smothering him.  His eyes
were darting around as if pleading for someone, anyone to save him from the
monster Christie had become.  He had trouble breathing.  He was squirming
like crazy in the rusty lawn chair while watching Christie's smiling face
and listening to her soft, modulated voice saying those terrible things.

   When she finished, he put his head down and began crying.  He looked up
in time to see her quickly wipe a broad smile off her face and attempt to
be serious.  She knew he would do Part 3, and he could tell she was happy.

   "Please be as gentle with me as you can," was all he said.

   "Why Oliver, those were the exact words I said to you before Part 2,"
she replied, and he froze.



   Back in the dressing room, Lenka explained a little about Part 3 while
putting another mini-speaker into Christie's ear.  "I will be talking to
you through the whole thing," she said, "but I will be speaking in
Hungarian, so Karel will translate for you through this.  Just follow his
translation of my instructions.  Act as naturally as you want.  You can be
surprised or shocked or upset or happy, whatever you feel like.  Only don't
say a word.  You may be curious about something and want to ask a question.
Try to pantomime the question.  I'll probably understand.  If not, I'll
signal for the crew to stop filming so you can ask your question.  Don't
say anything until you're sure the cameras are off.  We still want to
pretend you're Hungarian.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, I think so," said Christie.

   "The first thing that will happen when we go in is we will all sit on a
couch.  Oliver will already be naked.  I will talk to the camera and
introduce you and him with fake Hungarian names and tell the camera that
you are a young student nurse who was interested in learning how to fist
her boyfriend, and that I will be teaching you.  Then I will turn to you
and you will both nod and smile.  I hope Oliver will be able to smile.  We
might have to do several takes of me turning to the two of you and getting
the nods and smiles right.

   "Then, we will go over to the bed and Oliver will crawl onto it, with
you pretending to help him up.  It's a little bit higher than most beds. 
Then you're going to stroke him a little and even give him a few playful
tugs on his dick.  Then you're going to stand on your tiptoes and lean over
and give him a big kiss.  When you finish and turn around, we want a big
smile on your face.

   "After that, all you need to do is follow my instructions.  Got it?"

   "Yes," said Christie.  "It doesn't sound too complicated."

   "It will be easy," said Lenka.  "I'm sure you're just going to fly
through it, and the two of you will be on your way out of here with your
money in less than an hour." She took Christie's hand and led her down the
hall to a different room from the one where Part 2 was shot.

   The only furniture in this one was a large couch, a couple of small but
comfortable looking chairs and what looked like a hospital bed.  Hanging
from the ceiling were a couple of rings like the kind gymnasts use.  Oliver
was naked and already sitting on the couch.

   Christie heard a voice in her ear.  It was Karel.

   "Hi Christie," he said.  "Before you and Lenka sit down and the cameras
start rolling, I want to make sure you can hear me.  Can you?"

   "Yes," said Christie.

   "I'm not going to translate what Lenka says word for word because I want
it to look like you understand her.  So I will be summarizing her words. 
That way you can respond faster and it will seem like you know what she's
telling you to do.  Now you can go sit down, and the cameras will start. 
Please don't say a word anymore."

   It took five takes until Karel was satisfied with Oliver's smile and
nod. Even in the fifth one, he still looked like a beaten animal, Christie
thought as she smiled broadly at the camera.

   "OK, the cameras are off and you can talk if you want to," said Karel in
her ear.  She looked over by the bed and saw the rings being lowered from
the ceiling and two girls attaching something to each one.  Lenka said,
"These are something Karel invented.  He's a genius.  They are thick,
padded leather sheaths and they go on like gloves.  They can be adjusted up
and down and in any direction and they don't cut off circulation.  They are
actually very comfortable." She giggled, and Christie wondered if Lenka had
ever worn them.

   "What are they used for?" asked Christie.

   "You'll see," said Lenka.  "We want everything to be a surprise for you
and Oliver."

   Oliver was listening to Lenka and staring at the rings and the leather
sheaths.

   "OK, everything's ready," said Karel as the girls walked away.  "Let's
roll them."

   Lenka took both of them by the hands and stood up slowly, waiting for
them to follow.  Then she led them over to the bed.  It was an adjustable
hospital bed, but it was waist level high, and Oliver had to climb up into
it.  As he did so, Christie pretended to push and help him along.  She
patted his rear as it was sticking out.  Once he was lying there, she
stroked his body and played with his penis for a few seconds and then
leaned over and gave him a deep, long kiss, with lots of tongue action.  As
she broke away, she whispered softly to him, "I love you, Oliver.  You are
very brave.  Please forgive me for what I said before."

   Then she quickly turned and gave a big smile to the camera.

   Lenka had pulled the two chairs to the foot of the bed and motioned her
to sit down.  The chairs were facing each other but turned slightly toward
the bed.  Bright spotlights shone on them, and in the dark outside of the
lighted area, Christie saw a camera behind Lenka aimed at her and another
camera between them only two feet back, aimed straight at the both of them
and the bed.

   Lenka didn't say anything as the bed was lowered to the point where
Oliver's legs were facing them just below their shoulders as they were
seated.  Karel's voice began speaking in her ear as Lenka began talking to
her in Hungarian.

   "We are lowering your boyfriend to a comfortable level for you," he
said. Lenka got up and walked to the head of the bed and leaned over.

   "I am putting a little device into your boyfriend's mouth," said Karel,
confusing Christie until she realized that he was speaking as Lenka.  "It
is a thick, wide, soft rubber thing that fills up his whole mouth, and now
I'm running the strap behind his head and tightening it.  Now I'm wrapping
these wide soft plastic bands around him from below his armpits to his
waist.  He'll be able to move only his ass and his legs.  Sometimes
boyfriends really get active when they're responding, and we don't want him
falling off the bed and hurting himself."

   Lenka was sitting down opposite her in an instant.  Christie wondered if
Oliver was as surprised as she was at how quickly Lenka had gagged and
restrained him.

   She began talking to Christie again, and Christie heard Karel's voice in
her ear.  "It's not really a gag, dear, because we want your boyfriend to
be able to breathe comfortably.  So there's a big hole in the middle of it
with a device that's like a bird whistle.  He can easily breathe in and
out, and depending on what he does, the whistle will sound louder or softer
and higher or lower.  It's a very pleasing sound.  Can you hear?  There's a
little microphone attached to the device, too, which we can adjust so we
can hear him without things getting too loud."

   Christie was hearing some quick soft little chirps from the direction of
Oliver's head.  From the rhythm, she figured Oliver must be panting. 
Gradually the sounds slowed and got deeper, like a warble.  What an
ingenious device, she thought.

   She looked up and saw the leather devices hanging from ceiling were
slowly being lowered.  Lenka stood up and reached for them and put each of
Oliver's legs into one even though he was resisting and kicking at her. 
Christie was surprised how quickly and smoothly Lenka accomplished this. 
She must have a lot of experience with them, Christie thought.

   Still standing, Lenka started talking to her again and Karel's voice was
once more in her ear.  "See how these things come from just above the knee
down to mid-calf," he said.  "They are really very comfortable.  Now we're
going to adjust them.  First we will pull them toward us so they gently
slide Oliver closer to us and past the end of the bed until his ass is
hanging over the edge.

   "That's not comfortable for him, but he won't be that way for long. 
See, now I'm lifting his legs up with the sheaths so his ass is being
pulled higher.  And now I'm pulling his legs back so his thighs are pressed
into his chest and his feet are past his ears.  Now I'm pulling his legs
out sideways, away from his body.  See what has happened.  His ass is
pushed forward and his buttocks have been pulled wide apart.  Now I'm
lowering him back on the bed.  He's ready for your lesson."

   Christie looked on in wonder as Lenka manipulated Oliver.  She had only
glanced at the website for a few seconds, so she had no idea about all of
this.  She thought it was really interesting.

   She noticed that even though Oliver was supposed to be comfortable now,
he apparently didn't know it because he was twisting his lower body around
wildly and moving it from side to side.  The bird calls had become loud and
high pitched.

   Her face was only a few inches from his pulled-apart buttocks, and she
could see his puckered hole surrounded by lots of matted hair.  He was
either sweating a lot down there or it was the lubricant, but it looked
really gross, she thought.

   Lenka pulled a rolling stand to her and pointed to a pan with what
looked like five sticks of butter.  But maybe it was some kind of Hungarian
margarine, because the sticks were bright yellow, almost dayglo bright. 
"First we need to lubricate him," said Karel's voice in her ear.

   Christie looked quizzically at Lenka and tried to pantomime.  She didn't
know how to ask "Why?" except by mouthing the word silently.  Lenka tried
to understand her but finally gave up and raised her hand.

   "Stop the cameras," Karel said.  "What's the problem?"

   "Nothing," said Christie.  "I just don't understand about the butter.  I
thought Oliver was already cleaned inside with enemas and then lubricated."

   "But the audience doesn't know that," said Lenka with a smile.  "They
love to see the girlfriends push the butter into their boyfriends.  So we
pretend that he's not already prepared."

   "Oh," said Christie.  "I'm sorry."

   "No problem," said Karel.  "Roll them."

   His voice was soft in her ear again as Lenka began speaking.  "We use
this frozen butter to make things nice and smooth," he said, talking as
Lenka again, "but as you can see, this butter is square, so it will be hard
to push it in.  That's why I have this scalpel.  I'm carving the end of the
first stick of frozen butter to make it smooth and round, and I'm making it
tapered so the end is no wider than a finger and it gradually gets wider
until halfway down it's at full width.  It's a very sharp scalpel."

   Christie looked at her and saw she was smiling at her, and she smiled
back.  "It's the same one we use when we have to cut a man's balls off
because they are diseased.  Why don't you lift up your boyfriends balls and
let me look at them while I do this.  Move them around a little, please.

   "They don't look too healthy.  Maybe when we're done, we'll need to cut
them off.  You don't think so?  Too bad." Lenka was smiling and pretending
to sound disappointed.  It was a joke.

   "Ok.  The first stick of butter is ready.  I'm going to start, and then
you're going to continue.  See, I'm pushing it very gently at his wrinkly
hole.  I could open it wider by moving his legs further back and wider
apart, but that's not really necessary.  See how the tip is going in.  It's
starting to melt inside him and that will let more of the butter go in. 
I'm not pushing hard at all, but see how it's starting to go in a little
more smoothly even though he's squirming around.  Now I've finished
inserting the part that I carved and we're to the square part, which should
be harder because it's so thick and not round.  But see how easy it's going
in.

   "Now you must take the next stick of frozen butter and push it against
the end of my stick, so that his hole doesn't close up when I reach the
end. It should be like one long continuous stick.  Good, you're in
position. Don't push so hard.  Just hard enough to keep the front part of
yours firmly against the back part of mine.  That's it.

   "OK, now mine's almost all the way in.  Push just a little harder to
make sure you go right in.  Great.  You did it.  Now slow down your
pushing. See if you can feel the butter melting inside him and go with the
flow.  That's it.  We have five sticks of butter just in case, but usually
it doesn't take that many to fill a boyfriend up.

   "You're wondering how you'll know when he's filled.  It's a surprise and
really cute.  You're almost at the end of your stick.  I'm coming up behind
you with my next stick.  Steady, steady.  That's it.  There seems to be a
little more resistance.  I think I'm pushing some of the pieces around in
him sideways.  That's why he's breathing so hard.  But soon they'll all be
melted and he'll be comfortable and just feeling really filled up.

   "I think we can get at least one more in him.  Are you ready with the
next stick?  Good.  Get it back behind mine and start pushing.  I'm almost
in.  OK, push harder.  Good, you're in.  Now softer again.  Great.  Steady.
Hear that sound.  Don't stop, but look right at where the butter is going
in.  You'll start hearing a squishy sound.  Hear that.  Now look.  Do you
see the bright yellow melted butter squeezing out of him while you're
pushing.  Doesn't it look great.  That means he's full.

   "Just for fun, give your butter a hard push and look at the yellow stuff
squirting out like crazy.  You're giggling.  I can tell you're having fun,
aren't you?  OK, now pull the rest of your butter out.  You've just lubed
your boyfriend.  You're going to see a lot more of that bright yellow
butter before we're done."

   As Christie pulled her hand away, she saw Oliver's hole expanded and
full of butter.  It made her excited, and then she saw it slowly closing up
to a wrinkle again, a wrinkle covered in lots of melted butter.

   Lenka pushed the tray with the butter away and began talking again. 
"Now we're ready to begin," said Karel's voice in her ear.

   "First, I'm going to put my index finger into him.  See.  I push it in
slowly until it's all the way in.  I wiggle it a little for fun.  Keep it
light.  Sometimes you can feel his ass muscles start to grab it.  That
usually doesn't happen until later, but it's an exquisite feeling.

   "Now I'm pulling my finger out and you put yours in.  See how easy it
goes with all that lubrication.  Hey, you're having a great time.  What a
wonderful smile you have.  That's it.  Wiggle.  OK, now pull it out,
slowly, slowly.  Now put two fingers together and do the same thing. 
Slowly, slowly.  Are you ready for three?  Good, I think your boyfriend is,
too.  He's not shifting around as much as he did for one finger.  He's
probably trying to relax so the stretching doesn't hurt as much, and that's
a good thing.

   "See how easy three went in.  OK, wiggle just a little and then move
them slowly in and out.  Pretend your fingers are a penis.  No, don't go
fast now.  Maybe that was the wrong suggestion.  Let's slow it way down and
get a nice rhythm.  That's it.

   "Now, we're ready for four.  Good.  You've got them going in just past
your first knuckle.  Now I want you to slowly speed up and as you do, push
a little harder each time until you're all the way to the second knuckle
and you can't go further because your thumb is sticking out and stopping
you.

   "Good.  You're all the way in with four.  Now faster.  Pretend your hand
is a vibrator and it's vibrating in and out of Oliver so fast that you
can't see it.  I want to see nothing but a blur of your four fingers. 
Faster.  That's it.

   "Now don't slow down if you can while you tuck your thumb in behind your
fingers.  Perfect.  See it wasn't hard to get all the fingers in because
the thumb is squeezed in.  You're really vibrating, Christie.  Beautiful.
Are you getting tired yet?  No?  Great.  Let's move ahead then.

   "Keep vibating, but add just a slight bit if pressure as you do.  Don't
force anything.  You're just the vibrator.  The soft, firm pressure is
coming from someplace else, outside of you.  You have nothing to do with
it. You're just looking at your vibrator and wondering what's going to
happen with that extra pressure."

   "Good, Christie.  This is Karel speaking now.  Is your arm starting to
get tired?  No?  Good.  When it does, let us know by pantomime, and we'll
stop for a while.  We're shooting Oliver's face at the same time, and we'll
just cut away to him when we're editing and cut back to you as if you never
stopped.  OK, now I'm Lenka again.

   "Don't slow down.  Do you see any change as you're vibrating?  Do you
feel a little more resistance?  We're going in the right direction.  I can
tell.  Look at that butter squirting out.  Doesn't it look delicious?  Are
you wrinkling your nose at me?  You're funny.

   "Don't slow the vibrations down.  I think we're almost there.  Get
ready. It won't be long now.  When it happens, it will happen fast.  The
thumb knuckle will join the other knuckles going inside and also the fleshy
part of your palm below your thumb.  This is the widest part of your hand,
and once it goes through you'll push right into him until your wrist is
covered.  As soon as you feel this happening, I want you to stop the
vibration as quickly as you can.

   "Do you hear Oliver?  It sounds like he's getting ready to open. 
Steady, steady.  There, we're through.  Stop!  Stop!  Did you see the
butter squirting out?  Wasn't that wild.  Let's rest for a second and let
Oliver catch his breath.  Look at your wrist.  You've got a new glove for
your hand, and it's Oliver.  I love your giggle.  Isn't this wild?

   "OK, back to work.  No more vibrating now, just slowly pushing straight
ahead.  Do you feel how smoothly his insides are gliding over the back of
your hand as you go further?  You are doing great, Christie, You aren't
going to be a student nurse for long.  You learn really fast.  Did you feel
how your boyfriend's body is squirming while you push your arm up inside of
him.  Don't worry, your hand and arm aren't that large.  I'd say they're
just normal size.  And anyway, we all know, size doesn't matter.  You're
laughing.  Isn't this fun?"

   "Open your hand and move it around a little inside your boyfriend and
feel the lubricant and the organs moving around as you do.  It's an amazing
feeling, isn't it?  Keep pushing.  If you feel some resistance, try to make
your hand as small as possible and then pull out a little and push back
while you wiggle a bit to get past what's blocking you.  Don't push hard,
because we don't want to cause any internal damage.  We need to be very
careful.  I see you're not getting any resistance at all.  That looks
great.

   "There, you passed the elbow.  Not every boyfriend can take this much,
but you have such slim arms, I think you can go all the way.  Stop for a
second and let him rest.  OK, now, push gently, even more gently than
before.  It should look like your arm isn't even moving, but it is.  I can
see his asshole sucking your bicep into it, and there, you've done it.  You
can't go any further.  You should see the expression on his face.  When you
see the video, you'll be amazed."

   As Lenka chattered on, Christie was indeed amazed.  What a feeling to
have her entire arm up to the shoulder buried inside Oliver!  Though her
rear was still in pain, she felt a stirring between her legs.  Was she
getting turned on by this?  Was it the kinkiness?  Was it the power?  Why
was she feeling happy in a strange way?

   She heard Karel in her ear, "Are you there, Christie?  Have you been
listening to me?  It seemed for a second like you were in a different
world. Don't worry.  Everything will be fine." She wanted to tell him she
didn't need his assurances anymore, but she wasn't allowed to speak.

   "OK, I'm Lenka again," he said.  Lenka was quietly looking at her with a
slight smile and waited while Karel repeated what she had just said.  Then
she started speaking again.

   "It's time to pull out now," said Karel's voice.  "We're going to go
much slower than when we went in.  This is where it's easy for someone to
get hurt if you're not careful.  So pull very gently.  That's the girl. 
You are doing great.  Keep it up and you'll get a top score for this
lesson.

   "It's coming out, slowly, slowly.  Look at your arm, all yellow, coated
with butter.  Would you like to lick it off.  Ha ha.  OK, we're almost out.
Now if your hand inside him is compressed, loosen it up and make it into a
big fist and turn it sideways.  The cameras are in slo-mo mode and we want
to see that big fist coming out sideways slowly, making his asshole as wide
as possible and holding it there before it plops through.  This is how it
will look when you are assisting patients having a baby.  We don't want to
tear anything, so go very slow.

   "That's it.  I see the fist now.  Slow slow.  Great.  You're out.  Did
you feel how fast the rest of your hand flew out once the widest part was
outside?  Were you surprised?  That was terrific.

   "OK, that didn't take much effort, so let's move right on.  Don't worry
about the butter dripping off your arm.  It's not doing any harm.  Now I
want you to move your chair so you face him directly lift your arms up so
they are pointing straight at him." Christie heard the cameras moving
around behind her as she changed positions.

   "Now we're going to start that vibration again, this time with two
fingers of your right hand.  See how easy they go in now.  Good.  Just a
little faster.  That's perfect.  Now bring your left arm forward and put
the same two fingers from the left hand in and vibrate the four fingers
together.  A little faster.  See how easy that was.  You've really prepared
him well.

   "Now let's go with three fingers from each hand.  In and out, in and
out. Same rhythm.  Perfect.  Your boyfriend is starting to move again, and
I can hear his bird call getting louder.

   "Now four fingers.  Keep your thumbs straight up as your hands move in
and out together.  Good, you're going in to the second knuckle.  He's
really moving now.  He's still got a lot of energy left.  That's good. 
Wow! Listen to how loud and how high the bird is singing.

   "Stay with four fingers, but instead of keeping your hands together,
pull them wider apart as you go in and out.  Let's gets some space between
those hands.  Don't do it quickly.  The vibration is fast but the pulling
apart is slow.  Good.  I see the opening between your hands getting bigger
and bigger.  The butter is pouring out.  You are doing fantastic.

   "Stay just like that, but now tuck your thumbs in behind your fingers as
you go in and out.  He won't even feel them because you've pulled him so
wide open.  Perfect.  Keep the vibration going and the stretching.  In and
out, wider and wider.

   "OK, we're ready.  Now stay in rhythm but push your right hand in all
the way to the wrist.  That's it.  Your whole right hand and four fingers
of your left hand are now vibrating.  Are you tired?  No.  Great.

   "See how easy the hand went in this time.  That's because of the
stretching.  OK.  Keep those two vibrators going, your four fingers and
your whole hand.

   Christie was amazed to see her whole right hand and four fingers of her
left hand crazily going in and out of what now seemed a huge hole.  How
could he open that wide without splitting in two?  she thought.  What is he
feeling?  She had some idea from the loud bird sounds she heard.  They were
almost continuous now, except when he stopped to take a breath.  Lenka
began speaking again.

   "Now we're ready to finish this part," said Karel's voice in her ear. 
"Is your arm tired yet?  No?  Good.  Keep up the vibraton and keep pulling
wide with your left hand.  There's still a little space in the middle and
we need that space.  When you're ready, push the left hand all the way in,
staying in that vibration rhythm.

   "Wow!  You got that fast.  Now don't worry about stretching him, just
pump those hands together in and out.  He's wide enough for both of them.
This looks so great.  Are you excited that you have two hands going into
your boyfriend at the same time?  I can see you're getting red in the face?
Do you think you might actually come in your panties while you're doing
this?  Wouldn't that be naughty!  Don't worry, I'm just kidding.  That
happens to a lot of my student nurses.  It's only normal.

   "OK, now let's try a variation.  Keep the rhythm going with the right
hand but stop inside him with the left hand.  OK, when you're ready, I want
you to start up again with the left hand, but this time, I want you to pull
it out when the right hand is pushing in and then push it in when the right
hand is pulling out.  Same rhythm but hands going in opposite directions.

   "This is the hardest thing you'll do today, and many of my students need
two or three tries before they get it right, so don't be upset if you can't
do it right away.  OK, whenever you're ready.  Amazing, you got it right
away.  Did you feel your boyfriend jerk?  I don't think he expected that.
He's whistling away.  He sure has a lot of lung power, but I think he's
starting to get winded.  We'll check in a few minutes.

   "OK, in and out, in and out.  You're coming and going in him at the same
time, so he doesn't really know how to respond when he tries to adjust.  It
must be frustrating for him.  Hear how his bird is warbling softer and
lower now.  That means he's just about exhausted from all his efforts. 
Keep going, I'm going to talk to him."

   Karel's voice stopped as Lenka got up and went to where Oliver's head
was lying.  She leaned over and spoke softly to him.  Christie couldn't
hear what he was saying.  Then she saw Lenka's hands go to his mouth and
move around there.

   Lenka came back and sat down next to her and began speaking.  Karel's
voice said, "OK, slow down the rhythm, slower and slower.  Now get both
hands going in and out together again.  That's it.  Now faster, faster,
faster, forget about the rhythm, see how fast you can go.  OK, when you are
ready, I want you to push hard into him with both hands and then pull out
as fast as you can.  Remember when he was popping you.  We want to hear a
loud pop and see lots of butter flying out."

   Lenka was silent as Christie speeded up.  The sloshing from Oliver's
hole grew louder and louder, and she heard something else, too, a low moan.
When she suddenly ripped both hand from him, the loud pop was followed by
an agonized scream, but a soft scream.

   "That was great," said Karel in her ear as Lenka spoke in Hungarian. 
"You must have heard that I took the device out of his mouth.  I attached
it to his bed next to his head so that we can still hear him through the
microphone.  He promised not to yell loudly anymore, but I don't think he
could do it even if he tried.  His voice is hoarse and he hardly has any
breath.  This way we get more natural sounds from him for the last part. 
Now rest your arms."

   Last part?  thought Christie.  What else could she possibly do to
Oliver. She was tired, and her imagination failed her.  So she just waited
and wondered.

   The sound of the bed motor startled her.  She looked up to see Oliver's
back moving up with the back of the hospital bed.  The bed stopped when he
was at a 45-degree angle.  She looked at him and looked away with a tear in
her eye.  He was a mess.  His mouth was hanging loose.  His eyes were
darting in every direction.  At times his body twitched.  Maybe he was
right, and this was too much for him.

   She felt bad for him, but she steeled herself.  They had come too far to
turn back now.  Only one more part and they would be done.  Lenka wheeled a
low platform over to the side of the bed with a small machine.  The cord of
the machine was attached to an electrical extension cord on the floor, and
Christie saw Lenka flip a switch.  At first she heard nothing, but when she
listened hard she thought she heard a faint hum.

   Lenka took a long tube from the machine and lifted it into the air and
began talking.  Christie heard Karel in her ear again.

   "You're probably familiar with this breast pump from your work in the
maternity ward, sister.  We're going to use it in a different way today. 
We want to give your boyfriend some pleasure, and this will help us.  Watch
as I put the little suction cup on the end of his penis."

   Christie watched, but she saw nothing at first.  Oliver's big tool was
hanging down and limp as a noodle.  She saw the end of it gently pulled
into the suction cup and gently released.  She had never seen a machine
like that before.  The cup goes over the nipple, she thought, but Olvier
doesn't have a nipple there.  That little tiny sucking is not going to do
anything.

   In a minute, she saw that she was wrong.  The first thing that happened
was that Oliver's ass started moving again.  She looked up at his face and
saw it was frightened.  He was looking at his limp penis and the suction
cup, but he still couldn't understand what was happening.  Then she saw the
penis stirring, and slowly it got firmer and firmer.  After five minutes,
it was standing straight the way it was when he was really horny.  But she
looked at his face and saw no horniness, just bewilderment.

   Lenka removed the suction cup and turned the machine off.  Gradually
Roger's tool sank down into limpness.  Then she turned the machine on again
and placed the suction cup back at the tip.  This time it didn't take as
long for him to get hard.  She didn't say a word, but Christie heard Karel
in her ear.  "This is Karel speaking.  She's going to do this to him a few
more times until he's dying to come.  Then we'll be ready for the last
part."

   Christy watched as Lenka dipped her hands into the butter lying in
puddles on the bed and began stroking Oliver's penis and manipulating his
testes after a breast pump session.  He responded a little to her, but his
penis didn't manage to get far.  She went back to the pump.  When she
turned it off the next time, Oliver's body was thursting forward as if he
were trying to have sex with the suction cup.  He gave a little cry when it
was taken away.  This time Lenka's hands got him a lot more worked up, but
not as hard as the suction cup.

   After one more suction session, though, he rose quickly in her hands and
she started pumping him hard as he thrust his body at her hands and began
panting hard.  Suddenly, she took her hands away, and he groaned loudly in
frustration.  Lenka spoke to Christie.

   "He's ready now," said Karel's soft voice in her ear as he spoke for
Lenka.  "I'm going to stay here by him and direct you from here.  I want
you to start with four fingers from each hand with the thumb tucked behind
them.  It will be a lot easier this time.

   "Then get the rhythm going like before and when I signal you, get both
your hands going all the way in and out together.  Once that's going well,
I'll signal you to stop with both hands inside.  Then you're going to
slowly push your right hand all the way in, like before.  The only
difference is that you'll have to do that while the left hand is in him,
too.  Don't worry.  I'll guide you.  It will be easy.

   "When you are all the way in, I'll have you start pushing your left arm
in.  Yes, we're going to get both arms inside all the way to the shoulder.
It will be exciting.  Meanwhile, I'm going to be working on him up here
with my hands."

   Within five minutes, Christie had succeeded in getting both arms all the
way in.  She could barely move them when Lenka told her to twist them a
little.  It was like they were in a vise.

   She looked up at Olvier's face during the process and saw it twist and
move and grimace.  His mouth was wide open.  Sometimes he blew out in quick
pants.  Other times he was sucking for air.  He seemed to be trying to find
a way to deal with the pain, but nothing was working.  His face muscles
never stopped moving.

   The sounds weren't loud.  They varied, from screams to short shrieks to
moans to cries to sobs.  It was amazing to watch and listen to him.  She
realized she was observing him as she would an animal in a biology
experiment, not like he was Oliver, her boyfriend.

   Lenka began speaking again.  "OK," said Karel in her ear.  "We're almost
done.  I want you to keep your arms all the way in but use your body to
move your chair a little to the side, so that you can turn and look at the
camera and we can also see your arms inside him at the same time and above
that see my hands working on his dick and above his face.  We want to get
all of that in one frame.  Are you ready?"

   Christie moved her body to shift her chair.  Lenka stopped speaking, but
Christie heard her breathing heavily.  She looked up and saw her bend down
and take Oliver in her mouth and suck him.  He thrust wildly at her head,
but she raised up and removed her mouth and smiled at Christie while he
moaned.  She went back to work with her hands, breathing even harder. 
Christie was breathing hard, too, watching her.  Who's going to come first?
she thought, "Oliver, Lenka or me." A second later she knew as she screamed
and her body shook while she watched Lenka pumping Oliver.  Her hands
inside of Oliver lurched out of control, and he screamed from the pain.

   When she had calmed down, she looked back.  Lenka was still pumping hard
and then pulling off.  Her breasts were heaving and she was panting. 
Oliver was in agony as his body pressed against her trying to get off.

   "That was great, Christie," said Karel.  "We usually don't get that kind
of orgasm from the girlfriends.  You're getting a thousand dollar bonus for
that.  You are one amazing woman.  Now please turn and look at the camera
and smile with your arms inside Oliver while Lenka brings herself, I mean
brings Oliver off."

   Christie turned to face forward and gave a tired smile.  She was so
exhausted that she felt like she didn't even have a brain anymore.  But for
some reason she found herself smiling gamely at the camera while the noises
behind her grew louder and louder.

   They sounded like animal noises, guttural growls, shrieks, heavy
panting, getting ever more urgent.  They were so depraved that she
shuddered for a moment.  She couldn't even tell who was making what noise.
Oliver and Lenka blended in a symphony of pure animal lust mixed with pain.
Suddenly the two joined in one deafening harmony of screams and moans and
she felt Oliver's body jerking wildly.

   At the same time it began to rain.  How could it be raining on me?  she
thought.  We're inside.  She felt the rain falling on her wig, and some
fell on her forehead and her arms.  She looked at her arms.  The rain was
thick and white.

   Karel's voice in her ear was ecstatic.  "I think this is the best video
we've ever shot," he said.  "Wait until you see Lenka's face when she's
coming.  I don't know how she did it while she was coming, but she got
Oliver to spray high into the air and all around the room like a hose. 
I've never seen anything like it.  Even though it's his third time today,
he had a tremendous amount of semen left.  His stuff is on all our
equipment, but I don't care, because our cameraman got it all.  What a
shoot!  Thank you so much, Christie, and give Oliver our sincere thanks,
too, when you can.  We hope everything turns out well for the two of you."

   Christie smiled a tired smile.  For a moment she thought about herself
and Oliver.  Would this bring them closer together or would it drive them
apart?  She had hated him an hour ago, but now she loved him again.  And
she was proud of him.  Would he hate her?  Her insides were burning, and
her anus was still in incredible pain.  He must be feeling something
similar.  Could he get over that and love her again?

   Finally, she stopped thinking.  Right now she just wanted to sleep.  She
sank from her chair into a heap onto the floor.  

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