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http://www.incesttabooo.com/film04.html
A Film For A Few Friends
Chapter 4
Lynn headed for the bedroom as soon as she heard Matt's car
pull out of the alleyway and head off down the street,
knowing that she was already late and hoping Phil would not
be angry. She was ashamed of the thought, but for some
reason, the young wife was enormously happy that her
husband was gone. He had been home for three days and by
the end of the second day, she had begun to find his
presence almost unbearable. Perhaps it was her own guilt
feelings, or the fact that she now had even more shameful
secrets to keep from her husband, but whatever the cause of
the tension, he had seemed like an absolute stranger to
her, and the young blonde- haired woman had been delighted
to find out that Phil Agard had scheduled him for another
business trip.
Darting into the bedroom, she began stripping off her
clothing as fast as she could, wondering how much time she
would have to dress before the taxi would arrive at the
front door and start beeping its horn. As soon as she was
totally naked, the lithe full-breasted young woman rushed
into the bathroom to wash, and do her hair and then came
racing out again to get into the new clothing which Agard
had sent over and wanted her to wear tonight.
Catching sight of herself stark naked in the mirror, she
paused for a moment, deciding that it was foolish to run
herself into a tizzy. If she was a few minutes late, what
difference did it make? And she could afford to let the
taxi man wait, since Agard was picking up the tab. She
gazed at her sensual young body in the mirror, wondering a
little over the fact that this body had gotten her into so
much trouble. Maybe she would have been better off had she
grown up flat-chested with a flabby lumpish figure that no
man would look at twice! It was difficult to understand,
at least for a woman, how two full ripe breasts, a narrow
yielding waist, a light brown triangular patch of pubic
hair, and a pair of long slender legs could arouse men the
way they did. To her, it seemed like standard equipment
and nothing more. The girl shrugged, deciding not to worry
any more about the mysteries of life, and reached into the
box which Phil had had delivered to examine the dress she
was supposed to wear to the presentation tonight.
She held the garment up in front of her and turned her
attention again to the mirror. It was nothing! Phil had
undoubtedly paid a fortune for this dress, and there was
hardly enough material in it to make a decent sized
handkerchief. And he had firmly ordered her to wear
nothing under it but the tiniest pair of panties she could
find and absolutely no brassiere. Why didn't he simply
tell her to come naked and be done with it!
Lynn was feeling unusually depressed and irritable as she
climbed into the skimpy flimsy garment, resolving that if
anyone so much as looked at her cross-eyed tonight, she was
going to give them a piece of her mind. For a twenty-five
year old housewife, it seemed to her that she had an
unusual number of problems to worry about. First, of
course, there was this whole business with Agard and his
gang of filthy pornographers. Except for asking her to
attend this party tonight, they had said nothing about the
future, but Lynn knew that Phil Agard had other plans for
her, and that every time she took part in one of his lewd
undertakings, she was wrapping herself ever more securely
in his web of sin. If he chose to use the video-tape they
had just made as blackmail against her, what could she do?
But aside from that, she was worried about her relationship
with her husband. Matt had come home from his last trip
just the same as always, and they had gone to bed together
as normal. Matt had made love to her, patiently and gently
as was his custom, but this time, she had felt absolutely
nothing! Her husband seemed to prefer the missionary
position, and frequently made love to her while wearing his
pajamas, and the whole business had seemed faintly tiresome
and boring. Somehow, everything had changed since that
horrible night, and she was now afraid that normal sexual
relations were no longer enough for her. She knew
perfectly well that she had been wildly excited that night
with Rich and Jay, despite the fact that what they had done
was wicked and perverse. And she realized that the same
innocent embraces of her husband were no longer turning her
on at all. What did this mean?
There was a honking out in the street and Lynn Langley
realized that the taxi had arrived. Now in a hurry, she
slipped quickly into the dress which Agard had provided for
her and zipped it up the back. The garment barely covered
the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks and she
realized that she would have to be careful about bending
over in this kind of an outfit. To top it all, the
neckline was scooped daringly low, exposing the ripe
tempting contours of her high-set breasts and the fabric of
the dress itself was so thin that the outline of each
turgid little nipple was clearly visible. Feeling like a
cheap prostitute, Lynn seized her purse and left the house,
hoping none of the neighbors would catch a glimpse of her
dressed in this scandalous fashion.
* * *
"There's the girl now," Phil Agard whispered to the tall
gaunt man in his late fifties who was the biggest buyer and
distributor of porno-tapes and films in the state. "A
knock-out, isn't she?"
"She's got all the tickets," admitted the buyer, gazing
admiringly in Lynn's direction. "I like the innocent
girlish look she has, and the body is a sensation! Is her
hair natural?"
"Yeah, she's a blonde all the way down," confirmed Agard
proudly. "It's a bitch, isn't it, when you get a really
bleached blonde on top and jet-black pussy hair! And
Lynn's body is smooth and athletic too," he added. "None
of that wobbly fat."
"And you've got her under contract?" inquired the buyer
carefully.
"Yeah, in a manner of speaking," Phil nodded convincingly,
thinking that he had better sit down with Lynn at the first
opportunity and get her to sign on the dotted line. "She
works for me and nobody else."
"I wasn't thinking of taking her away from you, Phil,"
laughed the distributor, "because my days of making flicks
are over. But there's a lot of money wrapped up in this
contract. If the girl is working for you, it'll probably
be worthwhile; but if she should decide to quit, then we'll
both have problems. You know, the business has changed
since I first started doing films. Nowadays, the kind of
person who buys a video-tape to play on his television set
at home is a different breed of cat. He likes a little
style, a little gracefulness, and you can't palm off some
forty-year old lady with wrinkles and a spare tire. He's
spending good money for a tape and he wants something he
can show his friends or his girl without embarrassment.
But I'd say that our Miss Langley here fits the bill
perfectly. God, what tits that girl's got!"
"I can arrange a private showing, if you'd like," Phil
offered gallantly. "After Lynn's had a few drinks, we
normally find she's pretty manageable, and I'm sure she
wouldn't mind showing you the merchandise. On a strictly
business basis, naturally."
"Naturally," responded the distributor, his voice heavy
with sudden lust, unable to drag his eyes off the tall
blonde woman on the other side of the room.
* * *
Lynn caught sight of Kelly talking animatedly to Lenny near
the bar and she walked over to join her. She did not
particularly feel like conversing with either one of them,
but they seemed to be the only people in the room she knew,
and everyone else seemed to be looking at her as if she had
two heads.
"Hello, beautiful," the director, welcomed her, handing her
a drink and slipping his arm into hers. "Well, how does it
feel to be the hit of the evening?"
"I don't understand," confessed the girl unhappily. "Phil
just told me that there was a party here tonight, and that
it was important for me to be here. Why am I suddenly the
hit of the evening?"
"This isn't just a normal party," explained Kelly Agard
kindly. "Phil got together a group of distributors and
buyers who are going to handle our films and let them have
a sneak preview ..."
"Oh God, you mean all these people have seen that ..."
"Yeah, and they loved it," interrupted Lenny, staring
boldly down the front of her dress as he spoke. "Phil's
got a half-dozen good offers already, and we've got the
financing we need to go ahead with a full production
schedule. Starring you, naturally."
So that's his game, thought Lynn, her worst suspicions now
confirmed. But instead of protesting immediately, she
decided to bide her time and see if there was not some way
to avoid becoming Agard's slave for the rest of her life.
"Ah, there you are!" called the producer himself from
across the room. "Lynn baby, come on over and meet an old
friend of mine!"
Forcing a smile onto her face, Lynn obeyed and walked up to
the tall gaunt man who was standing beside her ex-lover.
"Elton, I want you to meet the hottest little number in the
skin- flick industry," said Agard boastfully. "Lynn, this
is Elton James, who's going to handle all the distribution
problems for our new little enterprise. Elton here has the
contacts to put you into more television sets than Ed
Sullivan ever dreamed of. Isn't she lovely, Elton?"
"Certainly is," agreed the distributor, inspecting her as
if she were a race horse on sale. "I think we're going to
make a lot of money with this young lady."
"We've learned a lot since Lenny and I started this new
venture," enthused Phil to his former mistress. "Lenny did
a marvelous job of directing, even though we've only done a
couple of those things. The scenes of you and the two guys
were simply fantastic! I was ready to cum in my pants,
just watching it!"
Lynn blushed furiously at this crude compliment, knowing
that Phil would be enraged if she did not play along with
the sales job he was doing on this distributor. Without
responding, she drained her drink, and Phil instantly
refilled it.
They're trying to get me drunk as usual, she told herself
accurately. And why the hell not? I don't seem to have
much to say about anything any more.
As she was meditating on the unhappiness of her situation,
their group was enlarged by the addition of Kelly and
Lenny. Elton James lit a cigarette and cleared his throat
for attention.
"Okay, I guess we have all the principals here," he began.
"As an old and successful hand in this business, and
someone who knows the market pretty well, I'd like to give
you folks some advice for your future efforts. Now what we
saw tonight showed a lot of promise and talent, but there's
room for improvement. Video-tape is a lot different from
regular film, and a television set isn't a motion picture
screen, so you have to adapt your technique to the medium.
Make your scenes smaller and more intimate and use a lot
more close-ups. You've got a marvelous young chick here
with good clear unwrinkled skin, so move in tight with that
camera and let us see what she's got to offer."
Phil and Lenny looked at each other and nodded, neither man
being too proud to accept advice from a real pro,
particularly since he was going to make them all rich by
purchasing their product.
"Now as far as your action is concerned, you've got a lot
of liberty because these days practically anything goes,"
the expert continued his lecture. "The standard
boy-on-top-of-girl-on-bottom scene isn't too effective
because the viewer basically can't see anything. What you
need for this next film is more of the 'sixty-nine' stuff
with real good close- ups showing exactly what's going on
and where. That kind of thing really turns a viewer on.
And don't be afraid of the wild stuff either! You know
what I mean, Phil, and if you don't, I'll explain later."
Lynn didn't know what he meant by 'wild stuff' and the
phrase worried her a little. As he spoke, Elton James was
strolling across the room, forcing the others to trip along
behind him if they wished to hear what he was saying. From
the general direction of his stroll, Lynn guessed that he
was heading for the bedroom, wanting to hold his conference
in a little more privacy.
When they were out of the main room and away from the noise
of people talking, laughing and drinking, the distributor
turned and faced the group again with more advice. Lynn
downed her fifth or sixth drink of the evening and felt a
little unsteady on her feet, but no longer quite so worried
about the future. The alcohol was starting to relax her
body, and she felt less embarrassed about appearing so
scantily dressed in front of all these people,. After all,
all the technicians at the studio had seen her stark naked!
Why should she be concerned about a skimpy dress which
showed a little too much behind and bosom?
"Now, there's another point you might remember, Lenny,"
James lectured on, giving the director a friendly smile.
"You're not approaching this girl's body properly with your
camera. You should pan in gently, giving the viewer a
chance to see all of her, tits and pussy included, and then
zero in on whatever it is you want to emphasize. And you,
little lady, have got to learn to hold still a little bit
while the camera is on you. The film we just saw was
beautiful, but during the early section of the rape scene,
you were jerking around so much that you're liable to give
your viewer a headache trying to keep track of you."
Lynn longed to explain that she had not known in advance
what was going to happen to her and had no intention of
ever doing it again, but she caught a dangerous look in
Phil's eyes and decided to keep her mouth shut. All he had
to do, she knew perfectly well, was to show that film to
Matt and her entire life would come tumbling down around
her ears.
"Now who's going to be your male lead in this next flick?"
James wanted to know.
"We were thinking about using Rick again," explained Kelly.
"He played opposite me when we shot the first sequence in
the slave girl thing."
"Good, get him, will you? I'll show you a couple of
techniques you might be able to use."
Lynn helped herself to another drink and lit a cigarette
while Lenny went out into the main room looking for Rick,
who had last been seen eating peanuts over by the bar and
chatting up the girl who was serving the drinks. Lynn had
no idea what kind of 'techniques' James wanted to explain,
but she understood this business well enough by now to
expect the worst. Rick came in, smiled at everyone, kissed
Kelly and Lynn and shook hands with Mr. James.
"Okay, now in the clinches, you should always have Lynn's
body at an angle, otherwise you lose all the effect," the
distributor explained.
"I don't follow you," questioned Lenny dubiously.
"Okay, look, we'll demonstrate," offered the tall serious
man, reaching out and taking Lynn gently by the arm. "You
stand here, honey, and Rick, you come over here and put
your arms around her."
Lynn gulped the last half of her drink, feeling her head
fairly spinning and hoped that she would not be called upon
to do or say anything complicated which would reveal to
everyone that she was already thoroughly drunk. Rick came
obediently forward and put his muscular arms around Lynn as
directed, and the young housewife suddenly felt warm and
comforted as the handsome actor held her.
"Okay ... now ... well, you really can't see what I'm
trying to demonstrate this way. Kelly, will you help Lynn
slip out of her dress? Pretty as it is, it hides too much
of what we're trying to illustrate here."
Had James told her to take off her dress, the dazzled,
intoxicated young wife would probably have objected, but
the fact that he had told Kelly to take it off for her made
a subtle difference somehow, as if the question of
undressing in front of these people was no longer her
responsibility. She lifted her arms with submissive
obedience and allowed the producer's wife to draw the dress
over her head, leaving her clad merely in a tiny
transparent pair of bikini style panties which offered very
little in the way of protection for her modesty. Rick
decided that he had better undress at the same time, and
within half a minute, the man and the woman stood facing
each other, dressed only in their shorts.
"Good, now take her in your arms," James instructed, and
the actor obeyed, once again putting his powerful arms
around the girl's frail shoulders.
"Right, now pull back just a little, so that you show this
breast completely ... Get it Lenny? The way you were
doing it in your flick, the viewer gets cheated out of
seeing her tits during the scene, and this young lady has
tits worth seeing!" To illustrate exactly what he meant,
James put one arm around Lynn's creamy white shoulders,
turning her slightly to one side and then placing his hand
boldly on the warmly quivering flesh of her right breast,
arranging it the way he wanted it. "Oh, another thing,
have Lynn take off her brassiere at least an hour before
you start to shoot, or you'll have bra strap markings still
showing on her skin. Is this boring you, or are some of
these suggestions helpful?"
"Hell yes," replied Phil Agard enthusiastically while Lenny
nodded in agreement. "Lenny and I know a lot about
television, but not much about this kind of work. We're
happy to learn whatever we can."
"Good, I'm glad you feel that way because I think the two
of you make a successful team. Now in the tape we screened
tonight, you had an oral- genital scene, as I recall; but
it was supposed to be a rape scene so the clumsiness didn't
matter much. But in your next effort, you're certainly
going to want a couple of shots of a blow job where the
girl is at least a little bit willing to do it. Do you
know how to handle that sort of thing, Lynn?"
Suddenly realizing that he was talking to her, the young
wife blushed to the roots of her long blonde hair, but
Phil---who knew from personal experience what the truth of
the matter was---answered for her.
"I suspect that Lynn could use some pointers on this sort
of thing, Elton," he advised seriously. "You'll find that
she's a real fast learner." As he spoke he shot her a
glance which told her very clearly that she had better
cooperate or face the consequences. Lynn was too
overpowered by the circumstances and too woozy from drink
to object to anything at this point and so she simply
nodded, wondering how James intended to teach her the fine
points of oral intercourse.
"Rick, do you mind putting on a free performance?"
inquired the distributor of films, as easily as he might
ask for a cigarette.
"Are you kidding?" laughed the actor happily. "I ought to
be paying you!" And without the slightest trace of
embarrassment, the tall blond actor removed his shorts,
exposing himself quite proudly to the two women in the
room. His penis was in the relaxed state, hanging quite
naturally between his muscular thighs, but Lynn remembered
clearly what it had looked like when it was erect and ready
for action, and she shuddered at the recollection.
"All right, Lynn," Mr. James continued as if he were
conducting a class. "Now let's imagine a scene for you to
enact. Let's say that our friend Rick here is a sadist,
and he's just beaten you into submission in order to get
you to allow him to penetrate you orally. You're willing
to do it only to avoid another beating, but once you get
started, you really go to town on him, sort of for revenge.
Now imagine I'm the camera, and please recall that
everything you do has to be played to me. Okay, down on
your knees in front of him, please."
Lynn shot a quick glance at her former lover, pleading with
her eyes to be spared from this awful humiliation, but all
she found in Phil's face was mild amusement and the
beginnings of a lusty feeling. There was no help to be
expected from this quarter, and Lynn had come to the
conclusion that Kelly had some latent homosexual tendencies
and actually enjoyed seeing a younger and more beautiful
woman tormented in this degenerate fashion. No, there was
no way out. If she refused Phil's merest request, he could
end all chance of happiness in life for her by means of a
quick telephone call to Matt.
She went down on her knees, just as Kelly Agard had done
the first day of shooting when Lynn had made her entrance
into this vile depraved business. Rick's heavily swaying
cock jerked a little as he felt her hot breath on the thick
leathery foreskin, and he took a step closer to move his
groin up against her face.
"Good, but the two of you are forgetting where the camera
is," James reminded them. "I know this is fun, but don't
lose track of the fact that you're making a movie."
Rick shifted his posture slightly so that the 'camera'
could get a full view of his long, but still flaccid
instrument.
"Good, now go to work, Lynn, but take your time. You've
got to arouse this man, or he's going to take the whip to
you again. And remember to keep your face turned so we can
see you. Good clear distinct movements, remember?"
Oh, this is really too much, the humiliated girl told
herself in absolute misery. How did they get me into this
disgusting position? They never gave me a chance to draw
the line and refuse to go any further, and now it had come
to this: lessons in sexual perversion!
And what could she do about it? Nothing, she realized with
a growing sense of despair. If she angered Mr. James and
ruined Phil's chances of making this sale, Agard would
certainly find a way to get even with her. And besides,
she would look totally ridiculous if she started getting
prudish at this point. If she objected to this kind of
thing, why had she come to the party in the first place,
wearing that shameful dress? Besides, Kelly had done this
terrible business and gone out afterward to eat a pizza.
If she refused now, they would think she was nuts.
Besides, even though she found it difficult to admit to
herself, she was beginning to feel the tingles of lusty
excitement starting to grow in the base of her spine and
shooting into her stomach like little shocks of electric
current.
So she did as she was told and went to work, feeling the
strange quivering sensation spread deep in her belly as she
ran her full wet lips lightly over the surface of Rick's
hard muscular groin just above the forest of brown pubic
hair. With her hands, she reached up and grasped his warm
limp penis, gently stimulating it by rubbing the foreskin
back and forth over the red-tipped bulbous glad until she
felt the organ begin to twitch as Rick became aroused.
Once this process was underway, there was no holding it
back, and Rick's eagerly throbbing cock popped up as if it
had suddenly come to life. There was an amused murmur of
comment from the observers, and the actor flashed a proud
grin around the room. Lynn, having some difficulty
focusing her eyes because of the alcohol, studied the
massively heated object she held before her like a
conductor's baton.
"Come on, baby, use those beautiful lips," urged the
porno-actor from above her, moving his loins even closer to
her face so that his long hard penis was aimed at her
half-open like a cannon about to fire.
"Go to it, honey," commanded James in a calm voice. "But
remember your camera angles."
Gradually a change began to settle over Lynn's fogged mind,
and a deep sense of slavish masochistic resignation began
to settle over her. All right, she told herself. Do what
they want; don't fight any longer. Enjoy it if you can,
whore!
Her decision made, Lynn leaned forward, her tongue
flickering lewdly out to touch the lust-swollen head of his
impatiently pulsating cock. Rick jumped at the sudden
spine-tingling contact, and James moved up closer, still
pretending to be the camera and wanting to see everything.
The others stood around smoking and drinking, all behaving
very seriously as if this were a scientific experiment of
the utmost importance. Lynn circled her wetly darting
tongue around the man's smooth rubbery flesh, forcing a
groan from his lips, and she tormented the tiny opening of
the gland at the end of his long rigid shaft, already moist
from the miniature droplets of seminal fluid oozing from
the interior.
But Rick was a clean person, and to her surprise, she found
that there was nothing really distasteful physically about
what she was being obliged to do. Humiliation and shame
were both there, of course, but she tried to blank out her
mind and concentrate on the whispered instructions coming
from James.
"Use your hands, baby, that's it," he counseled and the
trembling young girl raised her hands to his thick towering
cock. Tenderly she cupped the softly swaying balls,
pulling on them gently and teasingly. The other hand crept
to the base of his visibly throbbing penis where she
stroked the thick brown hair which bloomed in the man's
crotch and caressed the length of his long hardness while
she continued to delight him by kissing and licking the
blood-filled spongy tip at the other end.
"Pull the skin down," advised James, hovering over her like
an anxious parent and watching as she slavishly obeyed,
gently tugging on the foreskin of his jerking uncircumcised
penis and drawing it down to leave the large bulbous tip
naked against the softness of her tongue. She kissed it
with wetly parted lips and then slowly began to insert it
directly into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth a
little at a time.
"Oh Christ, you're driving me mad!" Rick groaned, the eyes
rolling back in his head as crazy rippling sensations began
racing up and down the base of his spine and shooting up to
the back of his neck. Rick was an experienced actor in sex
films, but there was something so extremely abnormal about
this particular situation that it was turning him on
powerfully. For one thing, he knew perfectly well that
Lynn was not just another aspiring porno-star. She was an
innocent little girl who had somehow gotten involved in
this degenerate business by mistake and was clearly being
held in it against her will and better judgment.
"Suck harder," he pleaded, not knowing whether this was
precisely what James had in mind or not, and not really
caring. "Ahhhhh, Lynn, your mouth is like butter!"
Again, the blackmailed young wife did as she was told,
feeling the excitement slowly mount within her own nakedly
kneeling body and shivering with masochistic joy at the
idea of her mouth being used as a receptacle for this man's
vile semen. There was something so depraved and perverse
about the situation that it was impossible not to be
excited by it, and she could sense that the others were
becoming steadily aroused as well.
Now she put her heart into it, sucking on him like a woman
possessed and slashing her tongue agilely back and forth
across the tip of his thick meaty cock as it rammed
relentlessly in and out of her face. His hands crept into
her hair, and no one was paying any attention to James any
more or spending any time worrying about camera angles.
Eventually the distributor gave up trying to give advice
and contented himself with watching this lurid drama unfold
before him.
"It's cumming," groaned the actor, his voice low and husky
with passion. "Any minute now!"
The two of them seemed like candidates for an insane asylum
by this point. Rick, his hands holding her head tightly
before him lest she try to escape at the critical moment,
was fucking ruthlessly into her mouth, and the girl's hands
had snaked around behind him to pull his muscular buttocks
forward, urging him to skewer deeper and deeper into her
cruelly- stretched mouth while mewls and hums of passionate
masochistic acceptance erupted from her cock-filled throat.
The rich ripe globes of her breasts were dancing up and
down on her chest as her entire naked body jiggled
voluptuously back and forth from the violence of the
actor's savage pummeling of her delicate mouth.
Then a deep animalistic groan erupted from between his
parted lips, and Lynn knew that he was summing at last.
Her throat gulped as the first wave of hot sticky white
liquid flowed into her, causing her cheeks to billow out
like a balloon as he filled her mouth with a never-ending
stream of his heatedly spewing semen. The crowd around
them watched her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she
labored not to lose a drop of the lust-inciting fluid, her
wetly glistening lips forming a tight seal around the thick
shaft of his wildly ejaculating cock.
"Don't quit until you're finished," warned James, his face
almost touching hers. "Lick him clean!"
* * *
Lynn locked herself in the bathroom, managing to get the
door shut behind her before the tears started streaming
down her face. Plunged into the deepest despair she had
ever experienced, the blackmailed young wife sat on the
edge of the toilet and cried piteously into a towel to
muffle the noise, hoping that no one would overhear her and
realize how seriously this was affecting her.
Gradually, her sobs came to an end and she faced herself in
the mirror to do some repair work on her make-up which had
been badly smeared by her tears and Rick's frantically
pistoning cock as it fucked in and out of her mouth. What
now? she asked herself, studying the reflected image of
her grief-stricken face and noting that traces of Rick's
cum were still clinging obscenely to the corners of her
lips. Where exactly do you go from here?
What terrified the young woman more than anything else was
the power of her physical reactions to the experiences they
were forcing upon her. It would be normal for a woman to
feel sentiments of shame and disgust, and at the beginning,
she had been nauseated at the vile and depraved things they
had asked her to do. But now, all that was changing!
Despite the perversity and sinfulness of the act she had
just committed with Rick, she could not find the slightest
trace of remorse anywhere in her. Instead, her sensually
awakened body seemed to have been overpowered completely by
lust and she shivered, standing nakedly alone in the
bathroom and recalling every movement she had made a few
minutes before.
There was no question about it; they had changed her life
radically by introducing her into this world of bestiality
and degradation. Instead of feeling dismayed and
disgusted, she was excited, stimulated, aroused ... call
it what you will, this girl was virtually beside herself
with unsatisfied lust!
Someone was banging on the bathroom door.
"Hey, don't take all day in there, Lynn," Kelly Agard
called through the thin wooden door. "Elton James is going
to show us a video-tape which has been having a lot of
success over on the East Coast. He says there's a lot to
be learned from it!"
"I'm coming," testified the stricken girl in a low husky
voice. "Keep your pants on."
"I won't promise a thing!" joked Kelly lewdly as she
turned away from the door and went to join her husband in
the next room. In the meanwhile, technicians from WRT-TV
had set up a video-tape screen system, by which it was
possible to take an ordinary video-tape, made for
television, and project it on a large wide screen so that
the picture could be viewed simultaneously by a large group
of people. The other guests had already taken their seats,
and Kelly Agard joined her husband who was sitting alone on
a large sofa in the rear of the room. "Taking a back seat,
lover?" she teased him.
"Yeah," he responded lustily. "Remember when we were kids,
always sitting in the back row of the movie house so we
could neck without being disturbed?"
"I might have known you had something up your sleeve, your
dirty old man," she laughed at him.
"I've got something up all right," he shot back at her with
a lecherous grin. "But it's not up my sleeve. Hey,
where's the guest of honor?"
"I just called her," Kelly informed him. "She was in the
bathroom, drying her maidenly tears, or finger-fucking
herself, or both."
"Poor kid," Phil Agard sympathized insincerely. "She got
excited playing around with Rick, and then got left in the
lurch without any satisfaction."
"You planning on helping her out, sweetheart?" purred
Kelly lustily, running her fingers through her husband's
thick black hair.
Agard chuckled in reply, and then continued seriously.
"Listen, we can't afford to let up on that girl, not even
for a minute. If she thinks she's scraping the bottom of
the barrel now, she's mistaken, because I've got big plans
for this next flick, including some things our Miss Lynn
never dreamed of. We've got to keep the pressure on,
breaking her willpower down bit by bit until she's putty in
our hands. If we give her a minute to thinly for herself,
she'll be out of our hands like a light, and we'll be minus
the best potential porno-actress I've ever laid eyes on."
"You've laid more than eyes on that little girl," Kelly
reminded him a little sharply. "But I can't quite blame
you. If I were a man, I'd be climbing all over her like
the rest of you."
Phil's face darkened as his wife uttered these words, a new
foul idea suddenly entering his head.
"That's a thought," he said slowly. "As long as we're
breaking her into the refinements of life, we might as well
experiment a little in that direction. You never can tell,
it might make an interesting flick with the two of you
working each other over. When she comes out, we'll sit her
between us and have some fun with her during the film.
Unless I miss my guess, Mrs. Langley is plenty stirred up
right now, and James' film sure isn't going to calm her
down any. We've got to keep her horny as hell until we're
ready to shoot. Lynn's trouble is that she's trying to
make herself believe that she's a clean living upstanding
young wife, when underneath it all, she's a whore, and she
knows she's a whore!"
* * *
Lynn put the last finishing touches on her lipstick and
hair, adjusted the scoop-necked dress to cover as much of
her voluptuous body as possible, and walked out of the
bathroom to join the others for the screening of James'
film. She knew perfectly well that they were all looking
at her expectantly, and she kept her eyes carefully focused
on the ground in front of her, not wanting to lose her
balance. The alcohol was still very much with her, even
though her drunkenness had subsided to the point where she
was able to operate without appearing intoxicated.
The hungrily burning sensation in her belly showed no signs
of going away, however, and as she walked, her nakedly
sensitive thighs rubbed together, increasing the state of
her excitement by the minute. She had never been so turned
on in her life, and there was no relief in sight. She
could hardly go up to the first man she met and ask him to
make love to her, despite the fact that she was so
stimulated now that she felt like doing just that.
"Hey, Lynn," she heard Agard's voice from the back of the
room. "Come and sit with us. We haven't got any popcorn,
but there's plenty of room."
Lynn blushed as Phil's remark drew the group's attention to
her, but the idea of sitting in the back where no one could
see her was attractive, and she sat down between Phil and
his wife and settled back to watch the movie.
"This should be terrific," Agard advised the two women.
"Elton says this sequence is the all-time money maker in
this field. Keep your eyes open and maybe we can learn
something."
Lynn felt Phil's hand on her knee as the lights flicked off
but she reasoned that the TV producer could hardly try
anything with his wife sitting right there. Someone handed
her a drink and she accepted it gratefully, despite the
fact that she knew perfectly well that she had already had
more than enough to drink this evening. Both Kelly and
Phil seemed to be sitting unnecessarily close to her, but
she decided to ignore the two of them and forget her
troubles by watching the porno-film.
The title of James' tape was 'The Mechanical Man,' and the
first scene showed a white haired, evil looking scientist
working in his laboratory. Next to him on a table, the
form of a woman's body was clearly visible under a white
cloth. At first, Lynn thought that the girl was intended
to be dead, which struck her as rather morbid, but when the
mad scientist slowly and tantalizingly removed the cloth,
the viewers saw that the girl was still quite alive. Naked
and bound hand and foot, she was cruelly spread-eagled on
the cloth covered surface, with stout cords securing her
wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table.
"Please, doctor," came the voice on the sound track.
"Please, I'll do anything ..."
"Silence!" retorted the white coated sadist, grinning at
her with the expression of a madman, a heavy Germanic
accent in his voice. "You should be proud to sacrifice
your body for science, My girl!"
Clearly in despair, the petite young woman pulled
frantically at the cords holding her to the table, the
tension in her nakedly bound body causing her small,
widely-spaced breasts to flutter on her chest as she
struggled uselessly for her freedom. Clearly visible under
the penetrating eye of the camera was the sparse turf of
pubic hair between her finely tapered legs, and the
cameraman took the opportunity to zoom in on this helpless
target, giving the crowd a close-up view of the girl's
narrow hair-lined slit and the tiny rounded button of her
clitoris.
Lynn glanced at her neighbors, feeling a burst of sympathy
for the actress who had been selected for this degrading
role, wondering if she too had been tricked and deceived
into participation in this foul and degenerate video-tape.
"Pretty wild stuff, eh?" inquired Phil lecherously,
returning Lynn's glance. "That actress hasn't got half the
equipment you do, baby. Look at those tiny tits of hers!"
"Practically a boy," agreed Kelly, turning to join in this
sordid conversation. "Nothing like these big beauties
here!"
At first, Lynn thought Kelly was referring to her own
voluptuous bosom, but the older woman unexpectedly reached
out and cupped both of Lynn's full, partially revealed
breasts in her hands, giving them a squeeze as she did so.
"Oh, don't touch me!" whispered the young wife in alarm.
She was getting accustomed to the idea that every man who
came near her could touch virtually anything he wanted, but
having women take the same liberties with her sensually
aroused body seemed just a little too much to accept.
"Don't be silly, Lynn," Phil corrected her gently. "A gal
with your looks should be happy to be admired, particularly
by other women. Now just lean forward a minute ..."
Confused, the young woman did as she was told, not quite
understanding what the producer had in mind. She soon
found out, for as she leaned obediently forward, her eyes
still following the action on the screen, Agard reached
deftly behind her and pulled down the zipper on her dress,
freeing her firmly ripened breasts from their confinement.
"Why did you do that?" the girl whispered, not wanting to
attract attention from the others in the room. After all
that she had been through, the thought of baring her naked
breasts in a crowded room did not dismay her as much as it
might have previously, but she feared---correctly, it
turned out---that this was only the prelude to something
really depraved.
"Because I felt like seeing you, lovely," responded Agard
with his usual suave manner. "Anything wrong with that?
Besides, you're so hot, I figured you could use some fresh
air. Don't you agree, Kelly?"
"Certainly do," replied his wife, shifting around in her
seat so that she could survey their captive and the screen
at the same time. As the top of Lynn's dress fell forward
into her lap, Kelly's hands returned to the attack, and the
young wife felt feminine hands massaging her turgid little
nipples, tweaking and tempting them into real tense
hardness. "Hmmmmmmm, if I were a man, baby, I could go for
you," Kelly assured her crudely.
"Don't please don't Kelly!" gasped the suddenly alarmed
young girl, wondering how many more surprises she would
have to endure before the evening was over. "You aren't a
... a Lesbian, are you?"
Apparently not wanting to draw any attention to themselves,
the Agard's kept their laughter down to a discreet chuckle,
but there was no question that they found her naive
question amusing.
"Kelly likes flesh, baby," Phil informed her with an evil
sneer. "Nice, warm flesh, and it doesn't make too much
difference who it belongs to. Isn't that right, honey?"
"Hmmmmmmmmm, I'm not going to admit anything, you dirty old
man," Kelly Agard retorted saucily, her fingers still
lewdly exploring Lynn's ripely quivering breasts, tweaking
and pinching the sensitively erect nipples. "Hey, look at
what's happening on the screen!"
Lynn was toying with the idea of resisting the older
woman's depraved advances, but she realized with despair
that no matter what she tried to do, the Agard family would
always somehow manage to be one step ahead of her. So she
resigned herself to the inevitable and leaned back against
the couch to follow Kelly's suggestion and watch the film.
She was so thoroughly aroused by now that a pair of hands
stroking her tingling rigid little nipples felt good, and
maybe Phil was right about it not making much difference
whether the hands were male or female.
On the screen before them, in the meanwhile, the scene was
becoming more torrid and degenerate by the moment. The mad
scientist had now swung a large and complicated piece of
machinery onto the table between the girl's
widely-stretched legs, and he was busily attaching wires
and tightening bolts for his experiment, whatever it might
be. His nakedly terrified young victim was giving a very
convincing demonstration of being frightened half out of
her mind, and Lynn found herself pitying the young
porno-actress for the unknown torments she was about to
suffer.
"Goddamn, this is turning me on!" exclaimed Phil, his eyes
glued to the screen as he moved closer to Lynn, his right
hand crossing over in front of him to stroke the downy skin
of her naked belly. The young wife drew her breath in
sharply as she found herself being caressed lecherously by
two different people simultaneously. Where is the bottom
of the pit? she wondered in a state of drunken confusion.
Is there anything they can't force me to do? Why am I so
weak and helpless?
But there were no answers to these unspoken questions and
Lynn observed that neither Phil nor his wife were paying
much attention to her, at least with their eyes, both of
them exciting themselves by watching the video-screen in
front of them.
A sigh of amazement ran through the audience as they saw
the mad scientist open a large narrow box and remove a
large, perfectly formed rubber penis. The object was
slightly larger than life-size, and the actress's eyes
widened with sudden horror as she realized precisely what
this infernal machine was designed to do. She twisted and
thrashed around wildly on the hard unyielding surface of
the table, but the professor ignored her completely, giving
all his attention to the task of attaching this long
phallic weapon to a shaft which protruded menacingly from
the mechanism itself.
The mechanical work done, the mad scientist turned again to
his futilely struggling victim, running his lecherous hands
over the ripely available contours of her youthfully firm
body, apparently taking particular obscene delight in
prodding and poking at the defenselessly quivering crevice
of her vagina.
"Too dry," he muttered, frowning with displeasure over the
fact that the girl's nakedly resisting body was not
cooperating in this nefarious experiment. But he quickly
remedied the situation, producing a tube of special
lubricating ointment which he squeezed into her tight
little cunt, causing the actress to gasp as the cold
slippery grease invaded the fleshy tissues of her
vulnerable pink pussy. As an afterthought, the Germanic
professor tightened the cords holding the girl's legs to
the side of the bed, pulling her ankles farther and farther
apart, so that the walls of her narrow, tightly-clasped
cunt were pulled far apart, popping open suddenly to reveal
the gaping little opening of her grease smeared vagina.
Then, wiping his hands thoughtlessly on his white
laboratory coat, the mad scientist began to angle his
machine into position, ignoring the babble of protests
which erupted from the molested girl's lips. He forced the
huge rubbery point of his thick artificial cock between the
trembling, vainly resisting lips of her tormented young
cunt. The girl tried to wiggle away from this depraved
aggression, but the scientist had already slipped the
tapered point of the rubber penis inside of her, and the
massive instrument was sufficiently flexible to bend
whenever her hips jerked this way or that, and she could
not tear herself loose of it.
"Elton told me that the girl was making her debut with this
film," Agard confided to the two women by his side. "So
you see, Lynn, acting experience isn't all that important."
"And after the film was over?" questioned the young wife,
her voice ragged a little by lust and liquor, thinking that
the young actress must surely have been driven insane by
this horrible experience.
"Well ... she went back to work and made another film,
naturally," explained Agard, not quite understanding her
question.
As they conversed, the television producer fumbled with the
zipper on Lynn's flimsy dress, pushing the thin fabric
farther and farther down around her hips until the top of
her moist, hair-covered pubic triangle was visible.
"Please ... please," begged Lynn, her mind whirling with
confusion. "Don't strip me in front of all these people
... they'll think I'm a whore."
"You are a whore, my dear," smiled Kelly. "And if you
could only get that fact into your thick head, you could
relax and enjoy life a little more."
"But ..." she began to whimper, but Agard cut her off.
"And you won't be the only whore in the room who's getting
rid of her clothing. Look around you."
As usual, Agard was correct. In the row ahead of them, one
of Phil's female guests had been stripped absolutely naked
by the men sitting on either side of her, and most of the
women in the room were being fondled by one or more males.
Sexual excitement was virtually radiating off the screen
and infecting the entire audience with lust. This was the
beginning of an orgy, and there was no question about it!
"You see the value of these tapes?" explained Agard
easily, pushing his outstretched middle finger steadily
into the brown clump of pubic hair and searching for the
tiny pink point of her clitoris. "You can't just call all
of your friends and schedule an orgy, even if you're the
type who likes a little action on Saturday night. But get
the right sort of people together, and slip one of these
films into the video-tape recorder attached to your
television set and snap! Instant orgy!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" groaned the lust-stricken young wife as
Agard's fingers found what they were looking for, and
invaded the already-lubricated hole of her hotly throbbing
pussy.
"My, my, it seems that we are all ready down here," Agard
commented mockingly as he felt the orgiastic fluid oozing
slowly from the over- stimulated girl's wildly excited
cunt. "Lift up your sweet little behind, dearie, and let's
get rid of this ridiculous dress."
"Oh, please," Lynn begged desperately, but the girl was now
thoroughly in the habit of obeying this man whenever he
gave an order, and the thought of rebelling never entered
her head. She lifted her smoothly rounded buttocks off the
couch, and the Agard couple tugged from both sides, drawing
the dress and her panties down off her hips and over her
smooth creamy thighs onto the floor. She was naked, and
Kelly Agard got to her knees over the trembling girl,
opening her blouse to bare her own heavily dangling
breasts.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," the older woman crooned, running her hands
lightly over Lynn's naked, lushly quivering body.
"Oh, don't, Kelly, please," the young wife mumbled, the
alcohol in her system causing her to slur her words
slightly. "Don't degrade me any more! I can't stand any
more humiliation! Don't make an animal out of me!"
"Oh, but that's precisely what we're going to do to you,"
responded Phil Agard cruelly. "We're going to break you
down to the bare essentials, baby, and you're going to love
every minute of it. Just like that little chick up on the
screen there!"
Lynn's dazed eyes followed the man's gaze and watched: the
sex machine was in motion now, and the unrelenting drive
shaft was forcing the artificial rubber penis inexorably
into the girl's defenselessly open cunt. The machine was
obviously still running in low gear, moving gently back and
forth with just the broad meaty tip of the cock actually
inside her tense, fear-ridden pussy. It was clear to the
viewers that the actress was a little surprised by this
tenderness, obviously having expected that the fucking
machine would fly into her like a runaway engine, tearing
her to pieces in the process.
The actor playing the part of the sexually deranged
scientist was not a patient man, however, and he smiled
sadistically as he pulled a switch on the side of the
machine. The engine sputtered and the depraved mechanism
moved forward, forcing the massive rubber penis a few
inches farther into the grease-gleaming lips of her
wide-split vagina. Sounding somewhat artificial as it
filtered through the speaker system, the girl's scream
echoed around the room. Lynn's face grew pale at the
sight.
"Is that really hurting her?" she quavered, wondering if
Agard was evil enough to subject her to such a thing and
fearing in the back of her head that he was.
'Probably," came the cruel laconic reply. "It's hard to
get the proper effect otherwise. But she recovered and
came back for more. And so will you."
Lynn shuddered and closed her eyes, wishing she could find
some way to relieve the burning tormenting sensation that
all of this lewd and unnatural stimulation was causing in
her loins. What made all of this worse was the realization
that her troubles were caused by her own personal weakness.
If she had an ounce of moral strength left in her body, she
would scoop her dress up off the floor, spit in Agard's
face and walk out of this room. But she was not going
anywhere, and she knew it. In choosing her to play the
part of a slave in her first picture, Agard had been
cleverer than he knew, since a slave was precisely what she
had become: a slave to her own wild unquenchable lust!
And the Agard's were doing their level best to make sure
that she stayed in this deplorable condition. Kelly had
torn her blouse off completely and was towering over her,
bare-breasted, like an eagle preparing to swoop down upon
its prey. Her husband had apparently decided that Lynn was
more interesting than the video-tape they were supposed to
be watching, and had buried his head between the young
girl's tightly clasped thighs, insanely trying to get his
lips up against the moistly palpitating flanges of her
pussy. Between the two of them, Kelly and Phil had managed
to maneuver her nakedly voluptuous body around so that she
was virtually stretched out on their knees, and the
horrified blonde haired wife found that her sensitive, lush
young breasts were being noisily sucked by the other woman.
"Oooooooooh!" she groaned helplessly, making a
half-hearted and unsuccessful attempt to push her away.
Kelly reacted by biting one of her nipples, sinking her
sharp white teeth into the softly yielding flesh around the
nipple until Ellen groaned for mercy. As she squirmed in
pain, Lynn unknowingly gave Phil the opportunity he had
been waiting for by spreading her legs. With a quick,
well-timed movement, the TV producer lurched forward, his
hot wet mouth coming into direct contact with the girl's
moistly cringing pussy.
Lynn gasped in dismay and protest, but an electrifying
shock was already racing through her nakedly ravaged body
as the man's long snake- like tongue began circling the
throbbing tiny head of her clitoris. She groaned, but even
as she heard the sound she was making she knew it was a
groan of pleasure and not of pain. By turning her head
slightly, she found she could still see past Kelly who was
happily licking her breasts one by one as if they were a
succulent pair of ice cream cones---to where Phil was
hunched on all fours between her widespread legs, grinning
like the devil himself. The moist pink flesh of her
nakedly vulnerable vagina was exposed and helpless,
available to this depraved sex maniac for any foul abuse he
chose to heap upon it.
"Mmmmmmmm," murmured Kelly delightedly, lifting her lips
momentarily from Lynn's warm, glistening breasts. "Am I
getting in your way, lover? Are you going to fuck her, or
what?"
"After awhile," responded Agard calmly, the orgiastic
fluids dripping obscenely from his lips as he spoke.
"First I want to hear her scream for it. You having a good
time?"
"Yeah, but I'm getting heated up," his wife answered
crudely. "And this broad isn't gonna be able to give momma
what she needs when she wants a little genuine loving.
Just see that you take care of your family obligations,
hubby, or I'll be forced to look elsewhere for my
satisfaction."
"Don't worry about a thing," laughed Phil evilly, dropping
his lips again to Lynn's heatedly throbbing vagina.
"Daddy's always got a little left over."
Lynn listened to this incredible conversation with shock
and horror. Even in her drunken condition, she realized
that these were not two normal people. They were sadists,
professional vultures who preyed upon the innocence and
guilelessness they found around them the way vampires were
supposed to suck the blood from their victims.
But she had no time to think about her situation, since
both of the Agards went immediately back to work as soon as
their lurid conversation was finished. Placing his palms
flat against the tender inside flesh of her creamy white
thighs, Phil slyly inserted both of his thumbs directly
into the softly moist flanges of her palpitating young
cunt. Then, moving slowly and torturously, he spread the
ragged pink edges of her vagina apart, exposing to his
lecherous eyes the secret recesses of her voluptuously
ripened body.
Lynn jerked, a moan of shame and humiliation forced to her
lips, but in truth, the thought of trying to escape from
this defilement hardly crossed her mind. She was too far
into this now to back out and her restlessly tormented body
was practically screaming for satisfaction. She had to
have sexual release or she felt she would die!
Kelly continued to suck methodically on her ripely swollen
nipples, sending little currents of forbidden pleasure into
the girl's shoulders and arms, and Lynn lifted her head off
the couch and stared down at her own nakedly writhing body
in disbelief. She could not quite bring herself to believe
that this was actually happening to her. It was all too
bizarre!
Lashing her head back and forth, the sex-frenzied young
wife caught sight again of the video-tape which was still
being projected onto the wide screen for the benefit of the
other quests, some of whom were still watching, while
others had abandoned the film in favor of more active
pursuits.
"No, no, I can't take any more!" the porno-actress on the
screen was groaning as the long mechanical cock thrust in
and out between her frantically quivering legs, burying
itself almost to the hilt as it ruthlessly rammed in and
out of her tortured young vagina. The mad scientist was
beside himself with lewd joy, hovering menacingly over her
while he stroked the rest of her nakedly sleek body with
feverish passion. The machine was now in high gear,
pummelling the poor, spread-eagled victim without mercy.
The telecamera zoomed in for a close-up of the action. The
sound track was picking up clearly the obscene sucking
sound made by this: artificial penis as it slammed
relentlessly into the girl's wetly clasping pussy. Despite
all that was happening to her, Lynn found it impossible to
drag her eyes off the screen, her pupils widening as she
watched the pink fragile skin of the girl's tight little
vagina being drawn out with every back-stroke of the huge
rubber penis, clinging to the sides of the glistening
instrument as if it were reluctant to let go. Then,
seconds later, the cycle would be reversed and with another
metallic grunt, the fiendish mechanism would gear into the
forestroke, plunging once again deep into the young woman's
belly.
It was obvious to everyone that the battered porno-movie
actress on the screen had resisted as long as was humanly
possible; it was also perfectly obvious that her resistance
was now effectively at an end. Already her lithe
high-breasted torso was beginning to wantonly writhe and
undulate in time with the strokes of the machine, and the
soundtrack was filled with obscenities as she started
shrieking all the vile obscene words in her very
considerable vocabulary.
"Oh fuck! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it harder," she was groaning
like a creature possessed.
Lynn was trying desperately to ignore the shooting
sensations which were searing through her own shamelessly
aroused body, and she fairly glued her eyes to the screen,
irrationally hoping that somehow watching this salacious
spectacle would help her to hang on to her own faltering
sanity. She looked at the morally depraved porno-actress,
wondering if she herself in a few months would be
entertaining a group of degenerates in this fashion.
As she watched, the mad professor on the screen was
becoming even madder, stimulated beyond reason by the
tortures he was inflicting upon his helpless young victim.
After turning the fucking machine on full blast, he stood
by the table facing the prying eye of the camera, running
his fingers lewdly over the girl's naked, wildly throbbing
little body, inserting his hands beneath her sweat-soaked
buttocks and teasing her tightly puckered anus ... Timing
his movements to coincide with those of the machine, he
unexpectedly thrust forward, burying his thick middle
finger in the actress's cringing young rectum.
"Ohhhh!" came the grunt on the soundtrack, and the girl's
eyes popped open with fright as the madman rummaged around
in the tender cavity of her backside, the saliva dripping
lewdly from his open mouth.
Oh Christ, that's the limit, thought Lynn in shock,
suddenly grateful that no one at least had ever stooped to
that level of depravity with her! At least the things
which Phil had subjected her to were within the realm of
the normal. But this was sick! They had treated this
young actress like the lowest whore on the streets. And
yet Agard had said that she had recovered and gone back for
more!
But the mad scientist was still far from satisfied. A
general chuckle rose from the audience as they watched the
demented man use his one free hand to unbuckle his pants.
Then he yanked his pillaging fingers free of her debased
backside and began to crawl up over her on the table, his
fat throbbing cock dangling menacingly before him.
"Suck!" they heard him say, the vile word faithfully
recorded by the soundtrack and broadcast into the room.
The independent willpower of the savagely defiled
porno-actress was now totally gone, if it had ever really
existed, and the girl simply opened her mouth. The scene
was well staged so that the audience would see the spongy
bluntness of his visibly throbbing cock sliding past the
softness of her red, waiting tongue.
But despite his madness, the scientist was shrewd.
Promptly fucking energetically into the soft warm, cavern
of her mouth, he carefully refrained from drawing himself
all the way out, always leaving the tip of his hotly
swollen cock an inch or two inside her tight ovaled lips.
The actress closed her eyes in revulsion against this
obscene attack, but the audience kept theirs open,
fascinated by this dual rape of a helpless woman by man and
machine.
The end was spectacular. After sawing in and out of her
savagely for a few moments, the professor began to jerk and
convulse as if his old bony body were undergoing a fit.
The girl responded by licking and sucking furiously on the
short stubby shaft of his cock buried deeply in her mouth,
sucking voraciously as he and his machine pounded into her
ruthlessly from both ends. At the same time, it was
obvious to everyone who watched that the fucking machine
was doing its assigned job with ruthless efficiency,
driving her closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm too
powerful to be denied.
The man's wildly pulsating cock suddenly burst, like a dam
being overcome by a spring flood, and the hot sticky semen
poured into the captive girl's mouth, spurting into her
like a firehose while the girl sucked and gurgled,
obviously making a tremendous effort not to allow the
smallest drop of the lust-inciting fluid to escape from her
wide-stretched lips.
Tears of masochistic joy could be seen on her cheeks as he
creamed endlessly into her, and the young woman's body
began to jerk and buck involuntarily as her own orgiastic
spasm began. The very helplessness of her situation and
the vile debasement to which she was being subjected seemed
to add fuel to the fire burning in her naked young loins,
and it was clear to the spectators that she would have
flown clear off the table at this point had not the leather
straps been there to restrain her.
The film was not yet over, and the mad scientist
immediately withdrew his wetly glistening cock from her
abused, cum-filled mouth to prepare a new series of
tortures for this helpless victim. Anything after this
would certainly be an anti-climax, and Lynn closed her
eyes, realizing that having watched this lewd drama had
only aroused her to a higher level of excitement, and
finding herself longing desperately to be fucked by a man,
any man!
"Hey Phil," complained Kelly, lifting her lips from Lynn's
super- hardened little nipples. "Everybody's fucking but
us. Let's get with it!"
She was right. In grotesque combinations of twos and
threes, everyone in the room was engaged in some form of
sexual activity and out of the corner of her eye, Lynn
could see Rick and Lenny working over Elton James' pretty
young wife, while the director himself was occupied with
the black-haired woman who had been serving drinks.
"Yes please," panted Lynn pitifully, hating herself for
what she was saying but unable to hold herself back any
more. "Please do it to me. Come inside of me!"
"No, not like that, baby," mocked the television executive.
"Forget the girl scout language and ask for it like a big
girl."
"Make love to me," Lynn sobbed, knowing that this was
Agard's way of taking her down another notch.
"You mean you want me to fuck you?" he questioned
sadistically. "If that's what you mean, why don't you say
it?"
"Yes, fuck me, please fuck me," she babbled, her last
remnants of decency falling away like a sheet.
"Now wait a minute, hot-pants," interrupted Kelly vulgarly.
"I'm just as turned on as you are, and this gentleman
happens to be my husband. Wait until I've finished with
him and maybe you can have the left-overs!"
Phil grinned and dived towards his wife, his broad
shoulders knocking the lust-stricken Lynn off the couch.
She fell, neglected and alone, onto the floor and curled up
immediately into a ball, drawing her knees up to her
nakedly heaving breasts. They had used her, she told
herself, sobbing out her misery in the darkness. They had
used her like a plaything, a talking doll, and when they
tired of her, they had cast her aside like an old shoe!
They had broken her down to the point where she had
screamed to be fucked, and then denied her the satisfaction
she craved for with all her heart and soul. Never in her
entire life had she hated anyone as much as she hated Phil
and Kelly Agard right now. She had to get even, to revenge
herself, to get back her destroyed honor and self-respect.
Continued...
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