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http://www.incesttabooo.com/film03.html
A Film For A Few Friends
Chapter 3
"Gosh, it's good to be home!" Matt exclaimed contentedly
as he relaxed in the big comfortable chair by the fire,
sipping his favorite drink, a tall glass of cold milk.
"Mind you, there's nothing I like better than covering a
sports event, but day after day of living out of suitcases
can get a fellow down after awhile "
"How was the game, dear?" Lynn inquired politely,
privately wishing that they had some liquor in the house so
that she could mix herself a strong drink. Sometimes
Matt's anti-booze morality got on her nerves, and if she
was going to have to listen to an evening of talk about
sports--- about which Lynn cared little or nothing---a shot
would certainly be useful. But there was no stopping him
once he got started, and the dutiful young wife put her
chin on her hands and forced a bright interested smile onto
her pretty face.
"The game was good, but to me winning or losing isn't the
important thing," explained Matt seriously. "What
impresses me is the scope of the sports program they have
going for those kids out on the coast. All the students in
this one school participate in some athletic activity
whether they want to or not, and it's an excellent way of
keeping them off the streets and out of trouble. Besides,
athletics teaches a young person about the really important
things in life: a sense of fair-play, honesty, team work
and cleanliness in mind and body! Why one of the coaches
told me that before the school system started this
intensive program, they were having real programs with
pre-marital sex among the high school students, incredible
as it may seem. The teachers naturally did their best to
explain that sex before marriage was unholy and immoral,
but it was a losing game. But now, with everybody working
their heads off after school on one of the school teams,
they feel that the kids are too exhausted to have much
energy left for these terrible sexual things. It's been a
real triumph!"
Lynn tried to smile enthusiastically at the thought of
healthy boys and girls expending their sexual energies by
playing football or running cross-country track, but
somehow this whole conversation was depressing her. How
naive could you be? Did Matt really think that they were
going to be able to stamp out sex with a sports program?
The result would more likely be that the kids would get so
healthy as a result of all this physical education that
they would want sex more than ever!
But she knew better than to argue the point with her
husband. Matt was a man of the old school, a tough,
bible-quoting, church attending moralist, who sincerely
believed that sexual relations should wait until after the
marriage ceremony, and that adultery was the worst sin in
the book. And Lynn had to agree with him intellectually,
but emotionally somehow she sensed that there ought to be
more to life than tiring yourself out with a baseball to
avoid temptations of the flesh. A shudder of horror ran
through her temptingly lithe body as she imagined what
would have happened had Matt ever gotten wind of Phil
Agard's little after hours activity. Agard would not have
to fire him because Matt would certainly quit on the spot,
which would be a shame because jobs were he hard to find
these days and WRT-TV gave him the opportunity to do just
what he liked doing best.
"Do you like my new nightie, darling?" she inquired,
hoping to get his mind off athletics and onto sex. After
all, they were married now, and even Matt's stern sense of
right and wrong did not exclude love-making between married
people. To give him the opportunity of becoming aroused,
she jumped off the couch and pirouetted in front of him,
letting the hem of the nightie whirl temptingly through the
air and exposing for a split second the rich brown softness
of her pubic hair and the glowing, velvet- textured flesh
of her thighs. Matt had come home the day after that
wildly degenerate evening at the television studio, but he
had been too tired himself to do much more than go straight
to sleep. He was scheduled to leave again on another trip
in a few more days, and Lynn was determined that she was
going to get the physical satisfaction she needed or die in
the attempt.
"Yeah, it's real pretty," Matt conceded without displaying
any real interest. "I'll be headed down to Saint Louis for
the pro game in a couple of days, and 1 can pick up some
clothes for you if you'll give me a list of what you want"
I could tell you what I want, thought the girl darkly, but
you can't give it to me in Saint Louis! However, she kept
her thoughts to herself and tried to get the conversation
going again.
"Why are you on the road so much these days, lover?" Lynn
inquired, this time with genuine interest. "At first you
used to go away a couple of times a month at the most, and
now you've got a whole schedule of trips lined up for you."
"Dunno," admitted Matt in honest puzzlement. "When I got
back from the coast Mr. Agard told me that he was very
enthusiastic about my stuff and he wanted me to cover every
important sporting event West of the Mississippi from now
on, and with an unlimited travel budget. I guess he
figures that interest in sports is really big in this area
and my stuff will keep everybody tuned to WRT-TV. But I'm
not complaining."
"I am," asserted Lynn stubbornly. "You'll be away from
home more often than you're here. What am I supposed to do
in the meantime?"
"I thought maybe you could join the women's auxiliary
organization down at the church?" Matt proposed with
simple sincerity. "They do charity work and have teas once
a week and a lot of interesting things like that."
Oh God, that's just what I need, the dissatisfied young
wife groaned internally, but she vowed to herself that she
was going to make this marriage work one way or another,
and she firmly resolved that she would call the chairwoman
of the charity group in the morning and offer her services.
"There's even a bible study group you could join ..."
continued Matt seriously, "and ..." Mercifully, the phone
rang.
"Why don't you get it, hon?" suggested Matt tiredly. "My
legs are tuckered out."
Lynn nodded and ambled into the bedroom where the phone was
located, thinking that it was probably one of her friends
proposing a bridge game or something equally boring.
"Hello?"
"Lynn, this is Phil," came the voice.
"Oh, hi Phil," she replied, caught a little off-guard, and
not sure whether her husband could hear her or not. "Just
a minute and I'll call ..."
"I don't want to talk to hubby," Agard laughed
mysteriously. "I've got another job for you baby."
"I don't want another job," she hissed into the phone.
"You tricked me the other night, but that was the last
time. I don't ever want to have anything more to do with
your dirty business."
"Oh, really?" drawled Agard self-confidently. "Wouldn't
you even like to see the video-tape we did the night you
were with us?"
"No!!!!" she retorted vehemently. "Never."
"That's a pity because the shots of you came out
particularly well," commented the television executive
evilly. "But perhaps Matt would enjoy seeing it? We're
having a preview tonight for some friends, and once he
hears that his little wife is an actress ..."
"Phil, you can't tell Matt," she gasped in horror, knowing
full well that her husband would divorce her on the spot if
he learned that she had been involved in something like
this.
"Sure I can, baby?" sneered Agard. "Just pass me to Matt
and I'll explain how you helped us out when Millie got
sick. I'm sure he'd enjoy seeing you in that cute little
costume you wore, even if it was a little bit revealing
..."
Lynn felt a sickening feeling sweeping over her as she
listened to her former boyfriend hint what he was prepared
to do to enforce her continued cooperation. This was
blackmail.
"Please ..." she begged him piteously, hating to humble
herself in front of this man, but knowing that she had no
other choice. "Please don't tell Matt!"
"Well, baby, we'll have to think about that," Agard
laughed. "Meanwhile, let's talk about this new role. The
distributor saw the finished version of Kelly's film and
you caught his eye. He wants us to experiment with a
video-tape sequel with you as the lead, and I think that
it's worth a try."
"But Phil," she pleaded, desperately worried that Matt
could be overhearing enough of this conversation to make
him suspicious. "You know I've had no acting experience
not to mention the sex part which I just couldn't do, even
if I wanted to ..."
"Listen, sweetheart, leave the worrying to me. We've got a
plot worked out where your inexperience as an actress won't
make any difference."
"Phil, I cannot and will not do it!" she told him? trying
to make her voice sound as firm and unyielding as possible.
"Okay, sweetie, then pass me to Matt, won't you? I want to
invite him to that screening."
Lynn felt a sinking defeated feeling in her bones that told
her clearly that Agard had her over a barrel. Her only
chance to save her marriage now was to make some kind of
agreement with him.
"Look, can't we at least talk about it?" she offered,
hoping for some kind of compromise.
"Sure honey, we can talk all you want," Agard agreed in a
friendly fashion. "Your hubby's going out of town the day
after tomorrow. On your way back from the airport stop in
and see me."
"Goddamn you to hell, Agard!" she swore at him furiously.
"I hate you for this!"
"Ciao, beautiful," he laughed at her contemptuously, not
particularly caring whether she hated him or not. "See you
the day after tomorrow."
"Fuck you!" she cursed into the telephone as he hung up,
wishing she could think of something stronger.
"Who was that, darling?" called Matt from the living room.
Obviously, he had overheard nothing.
"One of the ladies from that charity organization," she
lied, thinking fast. "They want me to do some work for
them while you're out of town."
"Good idea," approved her husband. "Keep you out of
mischief."
* * *
"I think we're gonna have trouble," grumbled the director
morosely as he glanced across the room at Lynn, who was
chatting nervously with Kelly and sipping her third drink
of the evening. "That broad ain't never gonna buy this
screwing business."
Phil Agard smiled patronizingly at the short squat cigar
smoking director, shaking his head in disagreement.
"Lenny, you've got to use your head in this business," he
lectured. "First, I've told Lynn that as a special favor
to her all the hard sex is going to be simulated for this
film, so she thinks she is just going to have to pretend to
fuck and not do the real thing."
"You're outa your mind!" exploded the director angrily.
"How am I supposed to do a decent tape if I can't go in
with camera for a close-up every now and then? You might
get away with something like that on regular film, but
video-tape is too damn precise!"
"Cool it, Lenny, I'm way ahead of you," replied the
television producer soothingly. "Of course it won't really
be simulated, but by the time that dumb broad finds out
what the score is, it'll be too late for her to do anything
about it. Okay, now let's review the scene. How do you
see it shaping up?"
The director still seemed to have his doubts? but Agard
was the boss, so he controlled his irritation and outlined
the scene as he envisioned it.
"Okay, we decided this was gonna be a sequel to the last
film, right? Kelly and her slave boy have just finished
fucking, but the queen really wants to humiliate Rick, so
she decides to have his little slave girlfriend raped right
in front of him, and if he protests, she'll have his balls
chopped off, so he has to stand there and take it. She
calls two other slaves, and they come in and work Lynn over
and that's it."
"Good, now as you see, Lynn's role in this film is that of
an unwilling victim who doesn't want all this to happen to
her. So her natural reaction when she discovers that she's
going to be raped will be perfect for the scene we're
trying to create. The more she screams and protests, the
more realistic it'll seem on tape. Get it?"
A look of grudging admiration came into the director's eyes
as he realized the cleverness of Agard's scheme.
"Boss, sometimes I gotta hand it to you," he admitted
reluctantly. "What did you tell the broad, just so we can
keep our stories straight?"
"I just explained that we were going to pick up where the
other scene leaves off," answered Phil easily. "And when
the queen orders the other two slaves to go to work on her,
they're going to climb on top and pretend to rape her."
"She didn't object to appearing naked?" wondered Lenny.
"She probably would, but she doesn't know that's going to
be involved," Agard laughed cruelly. "She thinks she's
going to be able to keep her little slave girl costume on
for the whole bit."
"Boy, has she got some surprises ahead of her," chuckled
Lenny sadistically. "Sure hope she doesn't run to the
police afterwards."
"Not a chance," the producer assured him. "I've got her
blackmailed about six ways by now. Let's get going!"
* * *
"Honestly, honey, there's nothing to it!" Kelly Agard was
explaining to the nervous young woman as the two of them
entered their dressing room where Jon awaited them in his
usual nasty mood. "Here, let me freshen your drink."
Lynn nodded dumbly and decided that getting a little bit
tight was probably the best strategy for getting through
this terrible experience in one piece.
"After all," Kelly continued, a convincing soothing tone in
her voice. "You don't have to do what I did, and you won't
even be asked to take off your clothing. It's practically
no different from appearing in a regular film."
"As soon as you've finished with your pep talk, can we get
this make- up on?" wondered Jon acidly, impatient as
always. "You, get your clothes off!"
"I thought I didn't have to!" protested Lynn already
fearing that she had been deceived.
"You don't baby," explained the technician with irritation
in his voice. "You wear the same costume you had the last
time. But the camera's going to be on you this time, and
it's important that we get the body make-up on you right.
Come on, get naked, will ya? We ain't got all night!"
Deciding that it was useless to argue anymore, Lynn shyly
turned her back on the make-up man and began nervously
getting undressed throwing her garments one by one over the
back of a chair while Kelly Agard watched her with an
amused smile. She stopped when she was clad merely in a
pair of white nylon panties and her brassiere, glancing
furtively at Jon to see if this would satisfy him.
"Come on, baby, this isn't a girl scout camp," objected the
impatient make-up man. "Do you plan on cooperating or
not?"
Numbly nodding, the unhappy girl reached behind her and
removed her brassiere, freeing the ripely sensuous mounds
of her breasts from their confinement If the sight of her
lust-inciting brown nipples swollen a little from the
excitement of the occasion, made any impression on Jon, he
gave no sign of it; instead, he went busily to work with a
tube of body make-up which he expertly began spreading over
her smooth white skin. First, he worked it into her back
and thighs, yanking down her nylon panties with the
impatience of a doctor while he ran his hands lightly over
the soft twin globes of her warm, nakedly quivering
buttocks. At last, the make-up man rose again to his feet
and stepped around in front of her to apply the ointment to
her lush young breasts and stomach.
"I can't see why you bother putting it on places which
won't show!" she protested a little petulantly, but Jon
merely grunted non-committally in response and Kelly
giggled. Lynn jerked a little as he took each gently
swelling breast in his hard hand and briskly covered the
soft yielding Mesh with make-up before darkening each tiny
tingling nipple with a special pencil. Lynn knew that her
face was burning with embarrassment, but every time she
opened her mouth in the presence of this man, he snapped at
her, so this time she wisely decided to remain silent.
Her stomach jerked in and out nervously as he dropped once
m ore to his knees and began spreading the make-up cream on
to the surface of her stomach.
"A little too hairy down here," he commented suddenly.
"Kelly, pass me those scissors, will you?"
Lynn thought for a moment that this was one of his crude
jokes but when the older woman obediently passed him a pair
of scissors, she realized with a shock that he fully
intended to trim away some of her pubic hair.
"No ... listen," she began.
"Shut up and hold still," he retorted. "One wiggle too
many and I might cut off something serious!"
Deciding that never in her entire life had she been quite
so humiliated, Lynn did as she was told, staring straight
ahead of her and listening to the clip-clip of the scissors
as Jon trimmed away a few offending locks of curly brown
pubic hair.
"0kay, now get into your monkey suit," he commanded as soon
as he finished, rising once again to his feet and looking
at her critically. "Lenny wants the two of you on set as
soon as possible."
A few minutes later dressed in her skimpy slave girl
costume, Lynn walked timidly out to where the technicians
were busily setting up their television cameras. Before
leaving the sanctuary of their dressing room, Lynn had
considered wrapping herself up in a bath towel as she had
done for her first appearance on the set, but for some
reason tonight she felt less embarrassed about being so
lightly dressed in front of all these people.
"Have you met Rich and Jay?" Kelly asked suddenly,
catching her by the elbow. Lynn looked up to find herself
confronted with two tall burly men who looked like
professional wrestlers, both of them dressed in the same
kind of slave costume which Rick wore. They were both mean
looking customers, but they grinned at her agreeably enough
while introductions were being made and hands were being
shaken.
"How do you do?" quivered Lynn nervously, feeling herself
dwarfed by these two monsters and wondering if she was
expected to 'simulate' a love scene with one of them.
"Man, this is gonna be a treat!" proclaimed the man named
Rich boldly studying the smoothly-rounded contours of her
ripe well developed body without even taking the trouble to
hide his lustful gaze. "Where's Phil been hiding you,
baby?"
"Well, I normally don't do this kind of ... of thing?"
she began to explain with an unhappy stammer, but the other
man, Jay cut her off with a harsh laugh.
"Why does every skin-flick actress have to say the same
damn thing?" he wondered sarcastically. "Sure, honey,
we'll believe you were a virgin until the day before
yesterday if you want us to! Just make sure you put some
life into those screwing scenes. Anything I can't stand is
a cold fish while I'm working in front of the camera."
"Of course," Lynn found herself replying, making a timid
attempt to appear sophisticated, but wanting to remind
everyone that the scenes they were going to do were
supposed to be pretending, not the real thing. "But I've
never had to simulate a love scene before, and nobody's yet
told me what I'm supposed to do."
Rich and Jay exchanged an amused grin as they heard the
unsuspecting woman use the word 'simulate,' but before
either of them could offer some lewd comment, the director
began shouting for attention.
"Okay, everyone," Lenny ordered brusquely. "Same positions
as last time."
Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn spotted Rick moving into
his position next to the queen's throne, and she watched
Kelly regally seat herself on the throne, again draped in
the massive shoulder-to-floor robe she had worn during the
first sequence. Rich and Jay whispering excitedly to one
another, both remained off-camera for the moment while Lynn
took her designated place.
"Right actors, you've been told what to do," growled the
rotund director, waving his half-smoked cigar in the
direction of the throne. "Let's get it right the first
time! Roll 'em."
The young wife had not the foggiest notion of what she was
supposed to do, but she imagined that this scene was one in
which she simply stood still and watched, assuming that
someone would surely have given her explicit directions
otherwise. The television cameras lighted up.
"I am bored," announced the queen imperiously as she
glanced at her favorite male slave
"Your majesty has only to command," replied Rick
obediently, bowing slightly as he answered.
"I think it's time that your little friend entertained us,"
announced the queen, jerking her head in Lynn's direction.
"What do you say to that slave?"
A worried look crossed the slave's face, and Lynn saw him
glance nervously back and forth between the two women,
acting his part beautifully. The handsome slave had a
fairly good idea of what his queen had in mind, and he was
thinking feverishly of some way to avoid a situation in
which he would have to choose between the royal lady and
the slave girl. Also he realized clearly that the queen
was jealous of this younger and more beautiful woman. It
was a difficult moment for a helpless slave, but the queen
gave him no time to think of a suitable answer.
"Let us experiment! Let us see exactly how loyal she is to
you," suggested the queen with a lewd grin. "Guards!"
Immediately the two actors Lynn had met earlier entered,
both carrying spears. They presented themselves
respectfully in front of Kelly. Both men had jet black
hair and smooth muscular bodies which glistened slightly
under the set lights. Rick's face was open and honest, but
Rich and Jay seemed a little sinister and cruel. They were
both in their late thirties and looked tough and ready for
anything, on or off a movie set. Lynn felt a tremor of
fear run through her near-naked young body.
"Your queen has decided to reward you for your royal
services," Kelly announced, raising her arm to point to
Lynn. "You may take this slave girl and do with her as you
desire ... but do it here so I can observe."
It took the young blonde woman a moment to realize exactly
what was happening and by the time she understood, it was
too late for action. The guards galvanized into action,
dropping their spears and sprinting across the set to where
she stood helplessly waiting. Lynn expected that one of
them would sweep her into his arms in some typical
Hollywood embrace, but it was not that kind of film.
Grinning like the devil himself, Rich hit her like a
football player, knocking her completely off her feet and
wrestling her to the ground as his greedy hands roamed over
her body.
Suddenly Lynn knew that this had all been a terrible
mistake. She could not go through with it! Phil would
have to understand, and she was sorry that they had wasted
all that tape, but she absolutely would not take part in a
scene like this.
"Let me go!" she gasped as the man's heavy body crushed
into her. "I don't wan ..." but the breath was knocked
from her frantically squirming body as the other guard, Jay
jumped on top of the pile. For a moment Lynn lay stunned
under the combined weight of the two big men.
The guards wasted no time, going to work on her like a pair
of professionals, each one rolling off of her vainly
resisting body as a television camera angled in from above
to catch every minute of action.
"We're gonna fuck you till you can't stand up, beautiful!"
Rich whispered viciously in her ear, keeping his voice too
low to be picked up by the microphone over their heads.
Both of the two guards were hardened professionals at
making this kind of film and they worked more for pleasure
than for the money involved.
Lynn's cringing young body froze with terror as Rich
reached carefully down between her two firmly heaving
breasts and brutally ripped away the flimsy covering which
had shielded her tiny ripe nipples from the public. Jay
cooperated by thrusting his hand cruelly down along the
smooth skin of her stomach and yanking loose the frail
material protecting her soft fleecy pubic hair. She was
suddenly stark naked, and with a shock she clearly
understood why Jon had insisted upon applying make-up to
all parts of her body. They had planned this from the very
beginning, she realized with horror, and who knew what
other lies they had told her as well?
But the two rough professionals gave the violently writhing
girl no time to contemplate the difficulties of her
situation. Rich's cruel hands swarmed over the warmly
fleshed globes of her naked breasts, twisting and pinching
her little brown nipples and forcing her to cry out with
the sudden pain. Jay amused himself at the same time by
pulling her long blonde hair with one hand the other tried
to force its way up between her tightly clasped thighs.
Lynn's eyes flew open with alarm, and she saw the two men
on their hands and knees over her like avenging angels
preparing to punish her for her sins. Their eyes seemed to
glow with lewd lusty anticipation as they tormented her,
and fear rushed through her naked body as she realized that
there was going to be nothing 'simulated' or make believe
about this scene. They were going to ravish her for the
benefit of the cameras and enjoy every minute of it. She
had been tricked, and she understood at last the cunning
cruelty of Phil Agard's plan. The more she screamed and
protested, the better the film would be. She was playing
the role of a woman being raped by two brutal men, and all
her reactions would be perfectly natural.
Deciding to fight back in the only way she could, Lynn
tried to lay absolutely still, making it as undramatic as
possible and looking straight up at the television camera
which was peering obscenely down at her. Rich rose up on
his knees beside her, his hands busily undoing the
fastenings on his loin cloth, and the frightened girl got
her eyes closed just in time to avoid seeing the burly man
strip himself completely. Let them do what they want, she
was telling herself unhappily, as she lay unresistingly
naked between them. There's no use in struggling anymore.
They win this round. There's no point in prolonging the
misery. Let them do their dirty business to her helpless
vulnerable body and get it over with.
Then she felt Rich's hard hands coursing over her stomach
and the girl shivered involuntarily. It was not the pain
she feared particularly, although she knew that this was
going to hurt but the thought that after they were finished
with her she would never be the same again. This
experience was going to soil and dirty her forever, and she
would never again be able to look her young husband in the
eye.
"Hey, beautiful," commanded Rich. "Open those lovely brown
eyes and take a look at the present the queen is giving
you."
Lynn shut her eyes even more tightly, refusing to cooperate
in the slightest, but she felt Jay's hands tighten their
grip on her hair and start to pull, torturing her into
obeying their orders. Her eyes popped open and Rich rose
nakedly up off his buttocks to give her (and the camera) a
good look at the instrument of torment he was planning to
use on her.
As her eyes focused on his lust-thickened penis, the girl's
face suddenly contorted in horror and she could hear
chuckles from off-camera as the technicians laughed at her
innocence. His cock was monstrous by any standards, thick
and blunt like cudgel, and she could see in a glance that
the actor had worked himself into a real state of arousal
while they had been abusing her. A look at his face
informed her clearly that there was no point in asking for
mercy. He had every intention of brutally ramming that
long hard shaft up into her frantically trembling vagina,
and there was nothing to stop him from doing anything he
wanted!
By this time, Jay had stripped himself as naked as his
partner and occupied himself With holding her arms tightly
to prevent any attempt at an escape. At some pre-arranged
signal, both men suddenly rolled her over onto her stomach
and Rich cruelly spread her long tapered legs apart as she
struggled to keep her balance. As she felt her tender
young breasts crushing into the unyielding floor, Rich
moved quickly and deftly into position behind her, his legs
mercilessly working to force her knees farther and farther
apart despite her desperate efforts to clamp her thighs
together and protect the defenseless little opening to her
femaledom. His hands kneaded and tormented the helpless
half-moons of her buttocks, forcing a painful groan from
her lips. The miserably unhappy young woman ground her
teeth together, not wanting to give them the satisfaction
of hearing her cry out in agony.
"Up on your knees," Jay whispered to her suddenly, his
voice as impersonal as a stage manager giving instructions
to a forgetful actor. Lynn had no intention whatsoever of
obeying and she stayed where she was, trying to cover her
face with her hands in the vain hopes of somehow managing
to spoil the scene for them. Then she felt the manes hand
slipping beneath her shoulders, and his fingers found the
tender swollen nipple of her left breast.
He squeezed, hard, and Lynn immediately forgot about her
resolution to remain silent and motionless. Instead she
screamed as Jay squeezed again, even harder, digging his
sharp fingernails into the softly yielding flesh of her
breast until she thought she could bear it no longer.
Hastily, she tucked her knees under her, willing to do
anything to alleviate that torture, and the next thing she
knew, her full smoothly rounded backside was thrust
obscenely into the air.
They were winning every round, and she realized now that
further resistance was almost useless. She would have to
surrender in the end no matter what, so why not make things
easy on herself? To them, her lush naked body meant
nothing anyway. They were not in love with her, and she
hardly knew them so there was no question of there being
anything involved here but lust stimulated by the promise
of money. She was a toy, an object, a plaything to be
used, filmed, and then tossed aside!
Kneeling above her, the actor named Rich gazed down at the
full white moons of her buttocks, offered up to him like
some depraved pagan sacrifice, and he felt his body start
to throb with savage uncontrollable desire. Rich had
participated in dozens of these porno-films and tapes, and
the idea of actually raping a naked young girl in the
presence of all these people only made it more stimulating
for him. He had seen many a skin-flick actress in his
sordid career, but never anything as young and innocent as
this one, and the thought that she was his to use and abuse
as he desired was driving him wild. His sperm-bloated
testicles were burning as if they were on fire, and he
could not tear his bulging eyes off of the narrow,
lust-teasing pink slit which trembled helplessly before
him.
For all practical purposes, Rich had virtually forgotten
that a video-tape was being made. At the moment he could
only think of jamming his hot throbbing cock into her tight
little pussy, and he realized that he could not hold
himself back another minute.
But the actor knew from past experience with women that his
penis was abnormally large and capable of bringing a gasp
of pain to the lips of the most experienced of females.
What his massive hardness would do to this tender little
vagina was anybody's guess ... and, abruptly, Rich did not
really care.
Taking his long punishing rod in his hand for better
control, the actor grinned lasciviously at his partner who
was pinning the girl's shoulders to the floor and leaned
forward, running his long thick cock up and down in the
narrow moistly pink crevice of her ass. He was about to
worm his way into her when an even more depraved idea
entered his perverted mind.
Bending from the waist, the actor planted a wet,
open-mouthed kiss on the tiny puckered hole of her anus,
using his strong hands to pry her warmly gleaming buttocks
even farther apart as he lapped at her like an animal gone
mad. Lynn's body jerked forward and she involuntarily
uttered a muffled gasp at this indecent unnatural embrace.
This man was kissing her backside, she realized with a
horrible shock. He was sloshing his long fluttering tongue
up and down the entire length of her widespread cuntal
crevice, all the way from the tingling pink button of her
clitoris up to the tightly-clasped entrance of her anus.
Was nothing sacred? What kind of an animal was he anyway?
Seeing that he was really starting to get to her, Rich
grinned sadistically and dropped his face down for another
run over the target, this time lingering over the straining
muscles of her inner thighs, his tongue lashing in at the
thin red folds of her hair-covered flesh which surrounded
her tight little pussy. The actor realized that the glands
deep inside of her frantically squirming young body had
already been triggered in involuntary action and begun
secreting the heated juices which were designed to prepare
a woman's body for sexual intercourse. Like it or not, he
told himself cruelly, this chick is turning on. Time to
bring in the heavy artillery.
Lynn was confused and mystified by all that was happening
to her. Since this horrid scene had begun, she had been
preparing herself for pain and mistreatment, but it had not
materialized, and now everything seemed to be changing. It
was humiliating and shameful to be t forced into this
unnatural and ridiculous position, but there was nothing
painful about it, and what the degenerate actor was doing
between her widely-spread legs was quite the opposite of
pain; in fact, little whispers of forbidden pleasure were
creeping inexorably up and down her spine every time Rich's
tireless tongue wormed its wet way into her private parts.
She tried hard not to let her guard down gritting her teeth
and thrashing her head wildly from side to side, but bit by
bit, her sensually ripened body began to relax.
Rich knew that he had to move quickly and skillfully if he
wanted to penetrate her without opposition. He and Jay
could obviously overpower the girl by brute force if
necessary, but if she decided to put up a real battle, she
could make the two of them look really foolish. Besides,
Lenny was gesturing impatiently from off-camera, urging the
two of them to get on with it and not waste quite so much
of the video-tape in foreplay. What the viewers would be
paying to see was raw brutal sex, and not a lot of fooling
around, and the director had based his career on giving
people exactly what they wanted.
A sigh escaped Lynn's wetly parted lips as the man's thumbs
moved past the soft brown pubic hair covering the blushing
pink lips of her vagina into the flowering secret cavern
itself, and he noted with satisfaction that the girl was
sopping wet inside.
She's ready to fuck, he told himself contentedly, feeling
the muscles in her warmly moistened pussy relax a little as
he gently massaged the soft pink flesh, letting his
outstretched middle finger slip inside of her pulsating hot
tunnel every once in awhile.
Lynn's mind was a whirling mass of confusion. The drinks
she had consumed in their dressing room were beginning to
catch up with her now, and she found it strangely difficult
to concentrate on her present situation and decide exactly
what she ought to be doing. For that matter, she told
herself vaguely, why try to do anything?
Her meditations were interrupted by a new sensation from
behind. There was a hard unrelenting pressure against her
backside, but in her dazed state she could not identify
exactly what it was and felt no immediate pain.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, without really knowing why, feeling
this strong new presence work its way gently between the
flaccid full moons of her buttocks while Rich's hands
continued to open her up like a blossom touched by the
morning sun.
Rich gradually moved his hips forward, trying to worm his
massive tip of his long blunt cock past the sensitive
elastic lips of her vagina without hurting or alarming her.
Once his hard thick shaft was inside, the little bitch
could scream all she wanted, but at this stage of the game,
delicacy was very important.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh," she groaned, but it was the mindless
sound of pleasure and nothing more. Encouraged, the
muscular porno-actor inched forward, angling his heavy
cudgel from side to side in order to widen the passage.
The queen had stepped down off her throne by this time,
drawn by the overpowering sensuality of what was happening
before her very eyes, and Rick, the loyal slave, stood
obediently by her side, apparently not overly grieved at
what was being done to his delicate little girlfriend.
"Ooooooooh, OOOooooh!" Lynn was murmuring now, her moans
matching the cautious maneuvering of the man's massively
throbbing cock as he pushed gently and easily into her.
The girl's cunt was flowering open completely now, and she
felt there was a serious danger---whether she realized it
or not yet---that the girl would ruin the whole scene by
cumming before he got the full length of his hardness
totally embedded in the warm moist pocket of her naked
body, and decided that the time for caution was past. This
slave girl was ready to be skewered, and his painfully
throbbing penis was aching with anticipation.
He moved forward again, forcing his knees as far up between
her widely-stretched thighs as it was possible to go, and
used his thumb and forefinger to guide the long slippery
shaft directly into the moistly receptive chamber of her
tight little cunt.
Experienced and hardened as he was, the man found himself
forced to groan aloud with pleasure as he felt the soft
warm lips of her pussy closing tightly over the bulbous
rounded tip of his throbbing cock. Never in his long
depraved career had he felt a sensation quite like this
one. He expected Lynn to groan or cry out with sudden pain
as he steadily worked his way into her juicy,
well-lubricated vagina, but she was already too far down
the road to object to anything he chose to do to her now.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" she moaned, half in discomfort and
half in ecstasy as the man surged powerfully into her,
pushing the smoothly yielding walls of her wetly clasping
cunt ahead of him like the prow of a ship dividing the
waves. Lynn's entire sensually aroused body quivered and
trembled before the suddenness of this all-out invasion,
taken a little by surprise. Now she had no further
illusions about what was going to happen to her; in fact,
it had already happened. Lulled by his gentleness into a
false sense of security, she had let down her guard and now
she was paying the price.
He was already deep inside of her, buried to the hilt, and
any hopes she may have entertained of rallying her strength
and fighting him off at the last moment were now dashed
forever. In the presence of at least ten people and two
television cameras she was being fucked, yes fucked, like a
bitch in heat.
But her entire mood was quickly changing, and Lynn found
herself overwhelmed with an unending wave of bitter shame
and humiliation. The nakedly-writhing young woman was now
actually longing for the pain she had expected all along,
almost disappointed that there was nothing now inside of
her but sensual pleasure. She needed the pain to cleanse
her, to punish her for being the kind of whore she had now
become!
But unfortunately for her peace of mind, there was no real
pain, only the violent slap of Rich's nakedly pistoning
loins as he ploughed repeatedly into the soft twin cushions
of her buttocks, balancing on his knees and slamming into
her time and time again, each savage thrust carrying his
red-hot poker deep into the untouched recesses of her
churning white belly.
"Oh Christ! Oh Christ!" she moaned incessantly, feeling
as if the stout shaft of a baseball bat had somehow been
thrust up inside of her tortured young vagina, and she
fought desperately to keep him from conquering her
completely, knowing that if he kept up in this fashion, she
would soon be beyond resistance. But it was already
useless, and Lynn was thrashed back and forth between the
two men, realizing with despair that the cruel sadistic
porno-actor behind her was going to force her all the way
to the ultimate degradation. He was going to make her cum,
right here in front of everyone!
But the futility of her struggles only served to excite her
tormentors even more as her warmly clasping cuntal muscles
tightened around Rich's long driving shaft, stimulating him
to greater and greater efforts. And out of the corner of
her eye, Lynn saw the TV camera zooming in for a close-up
and despaired, knowing that the magnifying lens of the
camera was recording everything on tape: his hard
relentless cock and the pink, cruelly-stretched flesh of
her cunt clinging tightly to his rough leathery foreskin as
he pounded in and out of her like a sex maniac.
"Come on, baby," he jeered at her from above, tormenting
the white moons of her buttocks with his hard demanding
hands as he fucked back and forth with long punishing
strokes. "Let's see a little life! The queen wants you to
give us a good time."
Her mind said no, but her poor over-stimulated body was no
longer taking orders from her brain and reacted by doing
precisely what he had commanded her to. Experimentally at
first, and then with real determination, she began to
rotate her nakedly quivering ass, twisting and swinging
back against the man who was fucking so ruthlessly into
her, trying to give him as good as she was getting.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!!!!!" she was chanting mindlessly,
knowing that the saliva was dripping from her open mouth
and that she was making a perfect fool of herself, but
unable to fight off the storm of lust which was sweeping
over her. She was an animal, a passion-driven pile of
flesh being fucked half to death by a strange savage man
and this was the bottom of the barrel. There was nothing
lower or more depraved than this!
She was wrong! They had one last little surprise in store
for her. Unexpectedly, she felt Jay's hands fumbling at
her mouth. What does he want? she asked herself blankly.
Why is he sticking his fingers into my mouth?
"No, no!" she groaned, and this proved to be her fatal
mistake. The moment the innocent young woman opened her
mouth to protest this new depraved invasion, Jay expertly
flicked his hips forward, burying his long invading pole
between her wetly trembling lips and holding her head
rigidly between his hands so that there was no possibility
of escape.
Disgust and revulsion swept over her and the
doubly-penetrated woman tried to wiggle free, but these men
were real professionals, and she only succeeded in exciting
them more. Gagging slightly at the unaccustomed presence
of this large unnatural object in her mouth, she could feel
the length and the weight of the man's heatedly throbbing
cock on the softness of her tongue.
Jay's hands were entangled in her hair, and she knew from
bitter experience that he would not hesitate to hurt her in
order to get his way.
"Suck!" he commanded harshly, giving her long blonde locks
a slight tug just to remind her of his mastery. "Suck me
like you never sucked anyone before!"
Lynn was beyond resistance. It passed vaguely through her
head that she had broken off her love affair with Phil
Agard because he had asked her to perform this same vile
unnatural act, and yet here she was, doing it to a man she
didn't even know.
But the tormented young girl no longer had a will of her
own, and she involuntarily began to do as she was told.
Her tightly ovaled lips went slowly to work, timidly
nibbling at this strange hotly pulsating instrument and she
experimentally began to make use of her tongue, whipping it
back and forth over the broad pungent surface of his penis.
This was the punishment she had been longing for, and she
accepted it with masochistic joy, knowing that she had
finally hit bottom and there was nowhere lower to go. They
had broken her down to the bottom-most level of humanity
... she was worse than the lowest whore!
She tried desperately to think about something else: her
home, memories of school days, anything to keep from
contemplating exactly what she was doing at that very
moment. But the reality of her situation was too strong to
be denied. She could smell the heavy sweat odor from the
man's sperm-filled testicles, and deep in her throat, she
could already taste the acrid seminal fluid issuing
obscenely from the lust-swollen cock-head. I'm actually
sucking a man's cock! The thought caused a sudden jolt of
perverse excitement to ripple through her.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he was grunting almost painfully as
he tried to bury himself inside of her, working like a
demon to finish himself off and hardly noticing what was
happening to the battered and abused body of the woman
beneath him. Lynn's subserviently kneeling young body was
suddenly jerking and wantonly twisting, and moans flowed
out of her cock-filled mouth one after another without
interruption. Her fair, naked flesh shone with a fine
light layer of sweat, and her long blonde hair thrashed
back and forth as strange torturous sensations raced
overpoweringly through her shamelessly aroused body. The
depraved thought of being fucked halt-to- death by two
strange men simultaneously, while a roomful of other people
looked on, had finally gotten to her ... and she was
masochistically racing towards the wildest orgasm of her
entire young life.
Jay caught the mood of intense lust and doubled his own
efforts, surging in and out of the soft warm hole formed by
her ovaled lips and watching in a wanton excitement as the
wetly glistening shaft of his long hard cock disappeared
into her saliva-filled mouth. She was almost driving him
insane with pleasure.
"I'm cumming," she mumbled incoherently, her words
distorted by the presence of Jay's massively thick penis
between her sucking wet lips. No one heard her, but a
special announcement was hardly necessary since it was
perfectly obvious to everyone in the room what was
happening to the kneeling young girl. Her straining,
nakedly pulsating body rammed itself savagely back into the
loins of the man who was fucking so energetically into her
from behind, and she rotated her smooth rounded ass around
in vicious little circles as if she were trying to suck the
cum out of him by brute force.
The spasm hit and all the muscles in Lynn's lust-stricken
body seemed to go tight and tense at once, causing both men
to groan simultaneously as her orgasm caught them
off-balance. It was customary for porno-actresses to
simulate a moment of ecstasy at the end of the scene, but
the two actors both realized that there was nothing
simulated about this. The girl was cumming as if there
were no tomorrow!
Nor were they destined to be far behind her. The quantity
of saliva in Lynn's mouth grew greater by the moment,
becoming thick and pungent With the emissions of
lubricating fluid secreted by the glands in Jay's wildly
plunging cock. His hands were winding their way into the
curls in her hair and he was pulling her head brutally up
and down over his long thrusting shaft as if her face was
nothing more and nothing less than another tight little
cunt into which he could shoot the torrential waves of his
cum. Lynn could feel his lust-thickened penis expanding
and sweating until he had Filled her mouth completely,
pushing farther and farther into the gagging depths of her
throat as if he intended to try to meet the other
brutalizing cock which was pounding into her from the other
end.
Rich the man behind her, had had a head start. but Jay
beat him to the finish line by a split-second, ramming his
wildly jerking cock into her throat until her nose was
crushed up against the wiry curls of his black pubic hair.
Suddenly his massively pulsating cock began to explode like
a roman candle as he mumbled profanities into the air. The
steaming white cum poured into her furiously gulping mouth,
causing her to gag and choke as she did her best to swallow
every drop of this obscene, degrading drink. It seemed to
go on forever as her mouth filled with the thickly heated
fluid from his loins, and she gulped and swallowed like a
real slave, her mind almost completely destroyed by the
shameful degradation of what these men were putting her
through.
But then she was distracted by a grunt from behind her, and
Lynn felt Rich fuck violently into her one last time as far
up inside of her tormented young womb as he could go and
then began spewing forth his own hot sticky cum. A warm
pleasant sensation flooded over her as she felt the semen
flowing hotly into her from both ends and for a moment the
confused girl felt like one enormous cunt, available for
all the men in the world to batter and pound, a bottomless
receptacle for cum! The thought triggered her second
orgasm? and the second quickly ripened into a third.
"Cut!" cried the director and dimly in the distance, Lynn
saw the short fat man smiling at her happily.
"Jesus Christ!" said Jay gleefully, carefully withdrawing
his slowly- deflating cock from the girl's cum-filled mouth
and getting casually to his feet.
"Another days another dollar," sighed Rich philosophically,
abruptly removing his glistening drooping penis from her
exhausted body. "Best lay I've had in years!"
"This kid's got what it takes," commented Kelly, getting up
off her throne and lighting a filter cigarette as she
hoisted up her royal robes to avoid tripping on them. "Why
don't we use her in the next flick as the lead, Phil? I
like making money too much to be jealous."
Lynn said nothing. She was conscious and her mind was
slowly clearing as the cool air of the studio swept over
her naked tortured young body, lying motionless in the pool
of cum where the two actors had left her, too tired and
beaten to move, or even to close her widely-spread legs.
Continued...
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