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http://www.incesttabooo.com/film05.html
A Film For A Few Friends
Chapter 5
Matt did not have that many evenings to spend peacefully at
home these days, and the cameraman was genuinely sorry to
learn that Lynn had scheduled a working meeting of her
charity group which was expected to last until late. Well,
there was an evening full of good shows on the television,
he decided, so there was no reason to be bored. The
refrigerator was well stocked with ginger ale, and he
decided to make himself comfortable in the big easy chair
by the fireplace and pleasantly kill a few hours until his
wife returned home from her night of doing good.
After all, since it was he who had insisted that she become
involved in Church activities, he could hardly complain
about the fact that she had thrown herself wholeheartedly
into doing good deeds for the poor and underprivileged.
Tonight, they were supposed to be knitting mittens for
Indonesian orphans and it occurred to the naive young
husband that she could just as easily knit mittens at home
with him. But he wisely decided not to interfere. Lynn
had been acting so strangely recently!
For example, when he had gotten home from his trip to Saint
Louis, he had distinctly smelled liquor on her breath, and
she had greeted him at the door wearing a tight mini-dress
which was really far from proper, 'shocking' would have
been a better term! He had no sooner put down his things
and taken off his hat, when his sweet innocent young wife
had stripped off her already inadequate dress and hauled
him into the bedroom practically by force, clawing at his
clothing as if she had completely lost her mind and her
sense of decency. As far as Matt was concerned,
love-making was a pleasant husbandly duty, one which he
liked to perform late at night with the lights out, just
prior to dropping off to sleep. He considered himself a
good lover and a very virile man, but the subject of sex
did not occur to him very often. It was just something you
did, as far as the cameraman was concerned, but nothing to
get excited about.
Nevertheless, husbands have certain obligations, and
inasmuch as she seemed to want it in the worst way, he had
allowed himself to be wrestled into the bedroom and stood
passively still while she stripped off his suit (throwing
it, he noticed, on the floor, which was hardly the way to
treat expensive clothing!). Then he climbed into bed
beside her, covering her face with soft husbandly kisses.
To his enormous surprise, she did not seem to want his
gentle embraces, and squirmed around so that she was upside
down, attempting to put her mouth directly on what Matt
referred to as his 'genital organ'. This was really too
much! What had gotten into the girl? Firmly, he had
pulled her back into the proper 'missionary' position,
feeling his rapidly awakening penis come to life as he
crawled on top of her, penetrating her wetly ready vagina
as usual.
But nothing seemed to satisfy her and Lynn had thrashed
back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping him in the
face as he did his conventional best to make love to her in
the approved fashion.
"Harder, harder," she had pleaded with him, her face
contorted into an unrecognizable mask of lust. "Fuck me
harder, Matt! Oh, I need it so bad, darling. Fuck it
harder."
Never in his entire life had the young cameraman heard such
language spoken by a well-brought up young married woman,
and his erection wilted a little from the sheer shock of
hearing his own sweet wife's voice use these obscene words.
But the gyrations of her nakedly panting body were too
fierce to be resisted, and he quickly regained his
rigidness and treed to oblige, sliding in and out of her a
little more rapidly and kissing her under the ear,
something he had heard that women found hopelessly erotic.
But even this bold move seemed to be inadequate.
"Be rough with me," she had pleaded, her eyes glazed and
unseeing. "Hurt me if you want to!"
"But I don't want to," he had replied, perplexed at this
strange behavior, not having the remotest idea of how to go
about hurting a woman, even had he wanted to.
Then, unexpectedly, her body had gone slack and she had
burst into a torrent of tears. Matt had continued to glide
gently in and out of her, but they both saw that it was
useless. Feeling as if he had somehow failed, the young
husband took his timid orgasm and carefully withdrew from
her lust-ridden form, deciding that he would probably never
really understand women.
Later, she had thrown an old robe around her shoulders
without bothering even to put on her underwear, and flung
herself unhappily in front of the fire, chain-smoking
despite the fact that she knew perfectly well it upset him
to see her smoke. Matt had taken his usual place in the
easy chair in front of the fire and told her about the high
points of the pro game he had video-taped in Saint Louis,
but even this had failed to arouse any apparent interest in
her. Imagine not being interested in a pro game!
They ate a quiet dinner without much conversation, and then
she bathed and dressed to go to her charity meeting. While
she was putting on her dress, Matt noticed a series of
scratches on her back and legs, and considered asking her
if she had fallen down the stairs, but given her strange
mood, he decided it would probably be better to say
nothing. She left without saying goodby.
* * *
It came to her in a blinding flash of brilliance as she
signaled for a taxi to take her to the studio. Agard was
blackmailing her into doing these sordid roles in his
even-more sordid films, and she had falsely assumed all
along that there was nothing she could do about it. But
there was! She suddenly realized what had been obvious all
along, that she could blackmail him right back, in fact,
blackmail her way right out from under his iron domination.
These films were certainly illegal, in fact, criminal
offenses and an anonymous telephone call to the local chief
of police would land Mr. and Mrs. Agard in trouble up to
their ears. She would do this one last film, only if he
promised that there would be no more in the future. After
this, he had to leave her alone, because it was obvious
that she could not go on fooling her husband forever. And
Phil Agard was getting careless, scheduling a film at a
time when Matt was in town, and forcing her to invent that
ridiculous pathetic story about knitting mittens for the
refugees.
Now, she had Phil where she wanted him, she was convinced!
They would have a little talk tonight before the shooting
began and get matters straightened out before the first
scene. When tonight's work was over, she would be a free
woman, and she could go home and start picking up the
pieces of her shattered life.
That was a bad scene with Matt, she thought unhappily,
recalling their unfortunate attempt at love-making. I'm
going to have to educate him a little in the fine acts of
keeping a woman satisfied. Maybe there are some books down
at the bookstore that I could leave lying around the house.
"This is it, Lady," announced the cabby, pulling up in
front of WRT- TV and turning on the lights. "Pardon me for
asking, but you ain't an actress, are you?"
"Why no," Lynn responded hurriedly. "Whatever made you
think that?"
"I can't remember where, right now," confessed the
cabdriver, "but it seems to me I've seen you in a movie."
"Must have been someone who looks like me," snapped Lynn in
irritation handing the man his fare. "I've never been in a
movie in my life!"
"I wonder where it was," the cabby persisted. "I could
swear it was ..."
But Lynn had slammed the door and was walking quickly
towards the front doors of WRT-TV, wanting to get well away
from the man before he remembered precisely where he had
seen her: a pornographic video-tape. This was another good
reason to get away from Phil as soon as possible. A couple
more of these skin-flicks and everybody in town would be
recognizing her and all sorts of unpleasant complications
could arise.
* * *
"Is everything ready?" Agard wanted to know.
"Will be by shooting time," confirmed Lenny. "The boys are
working on the set now and they'll be finished in a couple
of minutes. I figure we can start taping right after the
midnight newscast. That okay with you?"
"Sounds fine," answered the TV producer, leaning forward to
light his wife's cigarette. "You got your lines memorized
lovely?"
"You know I do, baby," purred the tough brunette. "But I
don't think anybody's going to be looking at poor little me
in this flick. Our little friend Lynn should be the center
of attraction."
"Speaking of Lynn, where is she?" Lenny wanted to know.
"That dumb blonde ought to be here by now."
"She'll be here," predicted Agard confidently. "She knows
she's in too deep to back out now. And besides that, we've
done as neat a job of corrupting that chick as I've ever
seen. She's still trying to salvage her conscience, poor
little bitch, but she's gotten to the point where she gets
turned on only by the rough stuff. And with nobody but
that flatfooted husband of hers to turn to for
satisfaction, I expect she's all set and ready to go for
our little experiment tonight."
"How much are you going to tell her about the scene we're
gonna shoot?" Lenny inquired, lighting a fresh cigar.
"Same as last time," instructed the producer. "Nothing, or
at least nothing true. I don't suppose we can use the
story about everything being simulated again, so Kelly here
can just explain that there'll be a simple fuck scene with
Rick. I don't think that will upset her too much."
"Wait till she sees who her partner is going to be!"
laughed Kelly in cruel anticipation.
"Oh yeah, how is the big ape, anyway," Agard wanted to
know.
"Freddy's fine," responded Kelly. "He's downstairs now
looking at things and walking around drooling as usual.
Good thing he doesn't have to remember any lines. I've
never seen anyone so stupid in my life. I don't think he
really understands what's going on, but when we told him he
could fuck a beautiful girl, he made happy noises, so I
guess everything is going to be all right."
"Everything's got to be all right," said Agard sternly.
"We've got a lot of money riding on this flick."
* * *
Gene was a happy hippie. He had long dirty hair and
sandals, and all the marijuana he could smoke, and to top
it all off, a job where he could sit and listen to records
all night and still get paid for it. Gene, among other
things, was the night watchman for WRT-TV, and his sole
responsibility was sitting in the control booth until the
announcer had finished giving the midnight news, and then
flip the switches which would close down the transmission
system for the night. Once an hour thereafter, Gene was
supposed to walk around the studio and check to make sure
everything was quiet, and the rest of the time, he could
play rock and roll records on the studio's turn-table and
smoke marijuana, the two things he loved best in the world.
Recently, Mr. Agard had been working late in the shooting
studio, and Gene had been told to stay out, which further
reduced his responsibilities and gave him more time to
indulge in his two favorite pastimes. But Gene had a
certain sense of duty, and he bravely refrained from
getting high on marijuana until after the news, fearful
that if he got too stoned, he might forget to flick the
switch and let the television studio transmit dead air all
night long, a tremendous waste of money.
Tonight, unfortunately, Gene was feeling somewhat more
reckless. Impatiently he slumped in his chair, watching
the pro game from Saint Louis which was boring him stiff.
Suddenly it occurred to him that he might like football a
little better if he tried watching it stoned, and before
his scruples could intervene, Gene had a marijuana
cigarette dangling between his lips.
Ah, look at those funny little men chase that funny looking
ball around, he thought, feeling his mind slip comfortably
out of gear. This is going to be a terrific night!
* * *
"Well, I can't make any promises, and I assure you that I
don't like being threatened and blackmailed like this,"
complained Agard with a hurt tone of voice. "After all,
there was a time when we meant something to one another,
Lynn."
Lynn was surprised to find that there was no sensation of
triumph inside of her, despite the fact that she had
expected to feel relieved and happy at finally having had
the courage to stand up to this man and lay her cards upon
the table.
"Well, what do you think you've been doing to me all
along," she counter-attacked. "If threatening to tell Matt
wasn't blackmail, what is?"
"Oh, surely you never took me seriously, sweetheart," Agard
purred, making an effort to turn on the charm. "You know
that your happiness is very important to me! It's just
that I think you might be just what the doctor ordered.
Come on, honey, fess up. Is Matt any good in bed?"
"How dare you ask that question?" she snapped back at him,
feeling tears come into her eyes.
"That's all the answer I needed," Phil nodded. "A fine
fellow, Matt, but short on imagination ... I would say.
You need more than one man to keep you happy, lovely,
believe me. I understand girls like you."
"Oh, I hate you!" she hurled at him, somehow feeling that
this double talking monster was once more getting the upper
hand.
"Now you don't mean that, Phil, kissed her chastely on the
forehead. "Come on now, love, get into your costume.
We've got a nice gentle love scene with Rick arranged and
when you see how lovely you look on tape, you'll want to
sign a life-time contract with us."
"Just remember what I said, Phil Agard," she sobbed as he
gently maneuvered her into her dressing room. "If you
don't let me go after this picture, I'm going to call the
police!"
"Sure, sure, honey," he calmed her. "Don't worry about a
thing."
Closing the door behind her, a frown immediately creased
the producer's features, and he hurried down onto the set,
his eyes busily sweeping the room to make sure everything
was in order. The scene they intended to shoot involved a
torture chamber and the studio's technicians had assembled
a terrifying collection of whips, ropes, chains and other
implements of torment. In the center of the set stood the
largest man any of them had ever seen, gazing stupidly at
the cameras and lights with an idiotic, bewildered
expression on his face.
"How are you doing, Freddy?" asked Agard, craning his neck
to look up at the monster.
"Uh, okay Mister Agard," drawled the mentally deficient
youth slowly, turning his massive frame around to face the
man who had promised him money for the privilege of being
able to make love to a beautiful young girl. Freddy liked
girls, but in his twenty years of existence, he had never
succeeded in getting even close to one, much less into bed.
Built like a gorilla and not bright enough to hold down a
steady job, the poor unfortunate had been digging ditches
outside the studio when the TV producer had made this
stunning offer.
"Good, now I must explain something to you, Freddy," said
Phil carefully, speaking slowly to allow his words to
penetrate the idiot's thick skull. "You know Kelly, the
nice lady who always talks to you?"
"Yeah!" affirmed the giant stupidly. "Freddy fuck Kelly?"
"No!" corrected Agard hurriedly, wanting to be absolutely
sure he got everything straight.
"No, Freddy fuck girl named Lynn, but Freddy must obey
Kelly. Lynn will pretend to be afraid, Freddy and she will
tell you to stop and go away. But you must not listen to
her. Listen to Kelly. Kelly is the boss. Understand?"
Freddy shook his head slowly, and Agard ran his fingers
through his hair in desperation. A few years back the
doctors had done an operation on Freddy's brain to render
him completely docile and unaggressive, accurately guessing
that someone with his massive strength and low level of
intelligence could be a potential menace to society. After
the operation, Freddy had become extremely gentle and
lacked any capacity whatsoever for anger or violence.
Agard realized that if Lynn began screaming for help, the
big but sensitive jerk might become frightened and stop,
which was precisely what they had to avoid. He decided to
make one more stab at explaining.
"Freddy, listen to Phil," he tried again. "We are going to
play a joke on our friend. Lynn really likes to be fucked
by big boys like you, in fact she told me so just a few
minutes ago."
"Lynn like Freddy?" the giant asked in surprise.
"Lynn really likes Freddy," confirmed Phil evilly, "but
Lynn will pretend she doesn't like Freddy. Kelly will tell
you what to do and you must do it, even if Lynn says no,
because Lynn won't really mean it!" This speech did not
make a great deal of sense even to Agard himself, but it
seemed to satisfy the gorilla who nodded happily.
"Okay now Freddy, you take your clothes and stand over
there," Phil directed.
"Freddy take off clothes?" questioned the imbecile, who
had received many a lecture on this subject at the home for
mentally deficient children where he had been raised. They
had always told him to keep his clothing on in public.
"It's part of the joke, Freddy," urged Agard convincingly.
"It won't be funny if you don't take off your clothes."
Freddy nodded dubiously and began removing his pants,
clumsily attempting to balance on one leg. In the end he
had to sit down on the floor to deal with the complicated
problems of his shoe laces, and Agard shook his head in
amazement.
"Ready to go?" called Lenny, already perched behind a
camera.
"I'm set," chimed in Kelly, emerging from her dressing
room. The older actress was dressed in a bizarre costume
featuring riding boots and tight, form-fitting pants,
topped by a man's shirt, tie, and coat, all tailored to
emphasize her voluptuous figure, but conveying the
impression of a woman who enjoyed cruelty and perversions,
with just a hint of Lesbianism thrown in for effect. In
her hand, she carried a whip.
"How do I look?"
"Great, but you're going to scare the shit out of the
waitress when we go for pizza later," commented her
husband. "Where's Miss Lynn?"
"Here I am," responded the girl calmly, appearing at his
elbow, dressed in an attractive white robe which covered
her from shoulder to ankle. The young wife was under no
illusions about being able to wear this pleasant garment
much longer, but for the moment, it gave her a warm and
comforting sensation of being protected.
"Who's that?" she asked in sudden alarm as she caught a
glimpse of Freddy, who had removed one shoe successfully
and was now attacking the other one with fierce
concentration.
"Oh, just an extra," Phil reassured her hastily. "We
thought it would be amusing to have a naked giant in the
background."
"Oh," mumbled Lynn, not totally convinced. "Well, what do
I have to do?"
"Okay, now we want your reactions spontaneous, as usual, so
just walk on to the set with Rick and follow his lead from
there."
Lynn nodded and turned to link arms with Rick who appeared
dressed in a normal business suit. He looked particularly
handsome, and the young wife found herself becoming excited
ahead of time at the prospects of being able to make love
to this sexy muscular man. They exchanged winks and
stepped off the set to await their cue.
Meanwhile two technicians assisted Freddy with his
underwear, and when he was naked, they marched him up to
the wall of the set and chained him to a large steel post
which had erected for that purpose, explaining at the same
time that this was all part of the 'joke.' Freddy smiled
agreeably, happy to be liked and accepted by all these nice
people.
When the technicians stepped aside and Lynn was faintly
able to see the length and breath of the giant's body, she
drew her breath in sharply.
"My God, look at him, Rick," she whispered. "Did you ever
see anything so huge in your life?"
The male actor knew what she was talking about; Freddy was
big all over, but the young girl was obviously referring to
the giant's massive great penis which was bigger in the
relaxed state than the average man's erection. The
monstrous dangling object lolled between his legs like an
enormous sausage, but he showed no signs of arousal as of
yet.
"Don't worry, they've got him chained up," Rick calmed her
insincerely.
"Positions, everybody!" bellowed Lenny as the red lights
on the television cameras went on. Kelly started the
action, pacing back and forth impatiently, striking the
palm of her hand with the short, wicked- looking whip which
she carried. A technician imitated the sound of a fist
knocking at a door, and Kelly looked up expectantly.
"Come in!" she ordered in a low throaty voice.
Lynn felt a pressure on her elbow and allowed Rick to lead
her onto the set.
"Here is the young lady I spoke to you about," announced
Rick, bowing slightly as he delivered his lines. "I trust
she will be adequate, Madame?"
Kelly walked critically around Lynn, looking at her from
all sides, and then spoke sharply.
"Perhaps, but it is difficult to tell when she is
completely draped in cloth!" she snapped harshly. "Denude
her!"
Lynn sighed as Rich expertly began to disrobe her lushly
ripened body. It had been nice while it lasted, she
thought. But by this time, the prospect of being naked in
front of a group of people did not upset her the way it had
at first. In fact, she felt a warm sensuous feeling start
to build up in her loins and the thought that she would
soon be in Rick's arms appealed to her enormously. The
male actor undid a fastening at the back, and the long
white garment collapsed on the floor, leaving her perfectly
naked. Kelly continued to study her critically, nodding
with approval as she touched Lynn's high-set pendulous
breasts with the tip of her whip.
"She will do. You approve, my son?" she called to the
giant idiot who was still chained to the wall. Freddy
evidently approved, grinning from ear to ear, and his cock
jerked slightly as the sight of this perfectly formed young
beauty entered his thick sluggish brain.
"Do me the kindness of chaining her up before you leave,"
instructed Kelly in an imperious tone of voice. "I shall
need my energy later for other activities."
This confused the young actress. Rick was not scheduled to
leave was he? And why should she be chained? But she
could hardly interrupt the scene to inquire about the plot,
so she willingly followed the young male porno-star to a
mat on the floor. Attached to a ring in the floor, was a
long silver chain which was in turn connected to a dog
collar. After forcing her gently to her knees, Rick
fastened the dog collar around her neck.
"Thank you, my good man," Kelly dismissed him regally.
"You will receive my check in the mail, as usual."
Smiling and bowing, Rick left the set, deserting the
startled Lynn who was beginning to have severe second
thoughts about this whole business. Her thoughts were
interrupted by the flick of Kelly's whip which sailed
through the air out of nowhere and caught her on the right
buttock, forcing a shrill yelp to her lips.
"What? I won't stand for that!" she screamed, deciding to
end this whole business once and for all. "Touch me once
again with that thing and I'm going to call the police!"
Lynn realized she was wrecking their video-tape, but she no
longer cared. No one had said anything to her about
submitting to a whipping. A nice gentle love scene was
what Phil had promised.
"Call the police, will you?" responded Kelly viciously,
still speaking in the same throaty masculine voice. And
before Lynn could dodge or protect herself, the whip
flashed through the air a second time, catching the
tortured girl cleanly across her white tender back.
"AAAaaagggggh!" Lynn screamed in agony, her mind in a
jumble. This whole business no longer made sense! Why
were the cameras still turning when she had made a direct
reference to calling the police? Why wasn't Phil up here
trying to soothe her injured feelings and talk her out of
it?
The whip fell again.
"STOP! Goddamn you!" she screamed. "Let me go! I didn't
come here for this. They said I would just have to make
love ...!"
Inexorably, the whip descended another time, this time
angling in from the side to flick against the tip of Lynn's
sensitive left breast, bringing a groan of agony to her
lips. The pain seemed to clear her mind, and suddenly it
all became perfectly obvious why they had not stopped the
cameras and why they had no intention of stopping them.
Everything she had said and done this far was perfectly in
keeping with the character she was unwittingly playing.
She was a prostitute, tempted in off the street to this
torture chamber with the promise of money. Naturally she
would threaten to call the police. They had tricked her
again!
But the scene was going ahead rapidly, with or without her
consent. The whipping had stopped, momentarily, and Kelly
was standing next to the post to which Freddy was chained.
"Isn't she lovely, Freddy?" the older actress purred, her
hand reaching down to stroke the idiot's giant genital
organ.
"Freddy fuck girl," came the monster's stupid reply. His
eyes were glowing with lust, and his face bore a happy
smile, knowing that he was taking part in this elaborate
joke. He now remembered clearly what Phil had said about
obeying Kelly and not the girl.
"That's right, Freddy," murmured the actress in her ear.
"But you must do it exactly the way I tell you, or the girl
will not be happy. Do you understand?"
"Freddy un'erstan'" grumbled the giant, straining at the
chain which held him back. With a quick practiced motion
of her hand, Kelly reached up behind him and unfastened the
chain, freeing the giant from all restraint. His
monstrously thick cock swaying menacingly between his legs,
the imbecile hunkered across the floor, his beady eyes
fastened on Lynn's nakedly ripe young body.
"Now we're going to have a little fun, my friend," Kelly
informed the intimidated girl sadistically, reaching down
to seize her by the hair, and waving the whip threateningly
over her. "My little boy likes girl's like you, and as a
good mother, I try to keep him amused. I'm sure you don't
mind."
"Don't you let him near me," spat Lynn from between gritted
teeth, but Kelly ignored her completely, turning her
attention to Freddy who was devouring the girl with his
eyes, but not yet daring to touch her.
"You like her, Freddy---darling?" Kelly asked coyly,
despite the fact that it was obvious from the idiot's eyes
that he was entranced.
"Freddy like!" affirmed the monster.
"You haven't seen the half of her yet, my darling,"
continued Kelly cruelly. "Show him what you have to offer,
love," she ordered Lynn, who shot a hate-filled glance at
her and did not move, keeping her knees pinned tightly
together and her hands crossed across her full, lushly
swelling breasts. The whip whistled through the air and
slashed across her back.
"Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" Lynn reacted promptly.
"I told you to show Freddy what you have to offer him,"
ordered the sadistic woman a second time. "Do I have to
beat you to death? Your situation is hopeless, any dear,
and your only hope for salvation lies in total submission!"
* * *
Oh wow, oh wow, Gene was grooving high and happy on the
latest long play by the Reckless Climax, the newest and
hottest folk-rock-acid-stoned- soul group from the Farout
West Coast. Gene's mind was a thousand miles in the blue
as he finished his third marijuana cigarette and his feet
had not touched the ground since the announcer had finished
the newscast, wished everyone a pleasant evening, and gone
home to his wife. Gene could care less, and the happy
hippy lounged back in the padded chair, his mind bouncing
from nonsense to nonsense like a mouse in a cheese factory,
forgetting about all the tiresome boring things of this
square, unhip, ungroovy universe, most particularly, the
switch which de-activated WRT- TV's transmission equipment
for the night.
This was to prove most unfortunate.
* * *
Matt stirred into life just as the newscast was ending and
realized that he had doted off to sleep, his half-finished
glass of ginger-ale in his hand. News did not interest him
generally, and he was not sorry to have missed the
newscast, and started telling himself that he ought to get
up and turn off the set. WRT-TV had finished its series of
programs for the day and nothing more would be broadcast on
this channel until tomorrow morning when General George,
hopefully almost sober, would burst into the airwaves with
stories and songs for the little folks. But Matt was
tired, and he decided to rest a minute longer before
getting up to turn off the set. This too was unfortunate.
* * *
"Please ... Lynn had started to say, but she saw the whip
cutting cruelly through the air again, and squirmed
desperately in a futile attempt to escape that dreadful
sting.
"Agh!" she groaned as the whip found it's mark, raising a
welt along the length of her creamy smooth thigh.
"Open up, bitch!" Kelly was commanding, and the tormented
young woman realized that anything was better than the lash
again. She timidly spread her legs, sitting back and
allowing the giant's dim-witted eyes to focus on the tiny
tight opening almost hidden by the sparse pelt of softly
curling pussy hair between her long tapered legs.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm, look at that Freddy," Kelly prodded the
stupid youth evilly. 'Did you ever see anything like that
before? Wait my son, I'll show you something even more
interesting." She raised the whip threateningly. "Turn
over, bitch. Show him everything."
As Lynn saw the whip hover over her, fear took possession
of her mind, and she quickly obeyed, not understanding
precisely what she was supposed to show but flopping
hastily over on her stomach anyway.
"Spread'em!" came the lewd command.
Anguish in her heart, Lynn slowly separated her trembling
legs, and instantly felt Kelly and the giant crouching down
beside her, menancingly leaning over her nakedly helpless
body. Suddenly a woman's hand invaded the delicate flesh
surrounding her vagina.
"See, isn't this nice down here, Freddy? UMMMMMMH, how big
your cock is getting, my fine, handsome son. Lynn would be
so happy to have you make love to her, Freddy, only she's
too shy to ask you for it. Just go ahead and fuck her,
Freddy. She really likes you."
"Freddy fuck girl?" grumbled the monster dubiously, not
quite able to convince his sluggish brain that happiness
like this was possible for someone like him. Kelly guided
him into position, her fingers were wandering lewdly and
the chained young wife shivered with terror as she felt the
older woman separating the fearfully trembling cheeks of
her buttocks. A soft finger swept over her tightly
puckered little anus.
"Do you know how to do it, Freddy?" whispered the actress
lustily, her hand kneading and twisting Lynn's soft,
smoothly rounded buttocks without mercy. "Do you know
where to put it, that big beautiful hard thing you have?"
No, no, no! Lynn was screaming inside of her head, her
hands uselessly clawing at the dog collar in a first futile
attempt to break away from her torturers.
"Of course you do," Kelly continued, in the same sugary
voice. "You put it right here, in this little round hole.
Lynn will really like that, Freddy. You'll make her so
happy."
The young wife froze with sudden fear. Kelly was not
touching her open empty vagina as she spoke, her fingers
were lecherously caressing the tight rubbery ring of her
anus.
"Noooooooooo! not there. Noooooo!" she screamed, but
Freddy had been told to listen to Kelly and do whatever he
was told, and the young man obeyed instructions to the
letter, too ignorant to dream of trying to think for
himself. Lynn felt Kelly's hands move quickly away,
replaced almost immediately by the giant's wetly slavering
lips as Freddy thrust his face into the crevice separating
her frantically cringing buttocks. The monster had lost
control, and he was biting and licking wildly, his massive
hands pinning her to the floor and his fingers inching
their way into the warm moistness of her hotly quivering
vagina.
The pain was getting fierce and Lynn knew, this time with
certainty, that she had found the bottom of the barrel at
last. Freddy was moving in steadily, forcing her knees
apart as he opened her up with unconscious roughness, his
finger now prodding and poling at the tiny brown hole,
causing the nakedly kneeling wife to jerk forward
spasmodically each time with the unexpected pain.
"Open up to him," warned Kelly her voice steady and
menacing. "Open or we use that whip again."
It made little difference in fact whether Lynn cooperated
or not, since Freddy by this point was taking matters into
his own hands. One huge finger had already penetrated the
fragile elastic ring and he was working it around
methodically inside the moistly heated depths of her
rectum. She groaned pathetically and lowered her face to
the floor, trying desperately to relax her stunned body in
order to minimize the pain when he came pounding into her.
Lynn had never in her life even heard of such a thing, and
she could hardly make herself believe that this sordid
sodomy was actually happening to her, Lynn Langley, the
blonde housewife married to a TV cameraman. But if she had
any doubts about the reality of her situation, they were
soon washed away. Freddy added a second finger to the
first and began thrusting the two in and out of her
tightly-clasped anal passage with even greater vigor, and
Lynn was forced to jerk her naked young buttocks back and
forth in a futile attempt to escape the pain.
"Come on, my handsome son," urged Kelly obscenely. "Can't
you see she's ready to go?"
The giant grunted in agreement and jerked his fingers
abruptly from the tortured anal crevice and grasped his own
massively throbbing instrument, now fully aroused.
Gleefully he moved forward. He was going to make Lynn
happy and he was proud of his fine big cock, the biggest
one- -they had told him---that anyone at the studio had
ever seen. He would be able to make her happy with this,
they had assured him, and Freddy believed that it was true.
Her position was not right, he sensed, and so the muscular
giant easily hoisted her up on her hands and knees,
simultaneously pressing forward into her tormented backside
with his broad, lust-swollen cock, instinctively feeling
for the opening.
Given his total lack of experience, it was amazing that he
found it as quickly as he did. The tight sphincter muscles
offered all the resistance within their feeble power, but
the contest was clearly unequal. With the clumsiness which
comes with unnaturally great strength, he pushed forward,
harder and harder, until he felt the tight elastic ring of
her anus beginning to cave inward. A broad contented smile
crossed his face as the dim-witted monster realized that he
was about to have the first sexual experience of his tragic
life, and he shoved all the harder for joy, ignoring her
agonized screams for mercy as he did.
* * *
It was the screaming which awoke Matt, finally, and he sat
bolt upright in his chair, thinking at first that it was
much earlier in the evening than it really was, and WRT-TV
was featuring a Western or a murder movie. He rubbed his
eyes in confusion and focused unsteadily on the screen.
What was this? He slid off his chair in alarm and crouched
on his haunches in front of the TV set. No it couldn't be!
This was a nightmare! Unless his eyes were deceiving him,
he was watching a frail- bodied young blonde woman being
sodomized by a giant! But this was no nightmare, he was
wide awake, and he was really seeing what he was seeing.
The television cameraman was stunned for a moment, unable
to think of any possible explanation for this incredible
phenomenon. He checked the channel setting and discovered
that the set was still tuned to WRT-TV. He checked his
watch and realized that his station should have been off
the air a half-hour ago. The only explanation was that
some depraved television employee was broadcasting this
filth on WRT-TV's airwaves, for some incomprehensible
motive. For the good name of the station he had to do
something fast, before someone saw this monstrous business
and called the police. Matt jumped for the phone to call
Phil Agard's home.
* * *
The spasm of pain was unbearable, and the nakedly chained
young wife twisted and screamed, bellowing so loudly that
the technicians, smiling lewdly at one another, turned down
the sound to protect the ears of their future viewers.
Lynn's frantically quivering buttocks seemed to be on fire,
and she wiggled and squirmed like a creature possessed, not
capable of rational thought and driven only by an
overwhelming need to free her poor fragmented anus from the
tree trunk which had suddenly been rammed up inside of it.
She bucked back at him with all the strength on her nakedly
straining body, but her frail muscles were no match for the
three hundred pound giant of a man who had thrown himself
on top of her.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh, Oh God!" she beseeched, feeling as if
this dreadful impalement had reduced her to something less
than human.
Freddy skewered himself forward another time, drops of
saliva drooling from his open mouth and onto her white
naked back as he instinctively established a rhythm and
began fucking steadily in and out of her heatedly clenched
rectum with steady regular strokes. Lynn felt that the
battle was over, and her strength disappeared suddenly.
She collapsed forward on her belly, her ripely dangling
breasts cushioning her against the hardness of the floor.
"Like it, Lynn---baby?" whispered Kelly lecherously,
wanting to deepen the young woman's torment.
The girl's response was a heart-felt groan as her pain
wracked body was jerked involuntarily back and forth by the
violence of the giant's sodomizing thrusts. The pain had
not gone away by any means, but it was more manageable now
and Lynn found her mind clearing somewhat. She had to
survive, if only to have her revenge on the Agard's for
what they had subjected her to. She had to live long
enough to see them both in jail. Her life was finished,
though! After this, she could never look another decent
person in the face again. Now she was running on hate
alone.
She began to fight back, somehow! She had to show them how
much she hated and despised them and in a sudden burst of
rage, she slammed her much-abused white buttocks back
against the giant who was savagely molesting her. She
thrust back again and again, trying to tear his great
beating cock right out of his groin if she could!
* * *
No one answered at the Agard household, and Matt decided
that Phil and Kelly had probably gone out for a night on
the town. Involuntarily, his eyes crept back to the
grossly degenerate scene on his television tube.
Incredible, he told himself, his mind searching
unsuccessfully for a set of circumstances which would
explain this strange phenomenon. He moved closer to the
screen, a tiny bit aroused by the unfamiliar sight of a
woman being anally raped ... wait a minute, that gal isn't
being raped, he decided. At first it had seemed as if she
were being taken against her will, and those screams had
certainly sounded realistic enough, but now it looked much
more as if she were cooperating fully in this degenerate
sodomistic adventure.
Her lush young breasts were shaking back and forth
excitingly as she surged to and fro, and the girl's hips
were now slamming back energetically into the giant's
massive groin. Matt had little experience with this sort
of thing, but all the evidence told him this was not a
rape. Wait, the camera was moving in for a close-up, and
Matt stepped nearer to the set, hoping for a clue as to
what was going on.
"Hmmmmmmmmm," he said aloud in the empty room. "Pity you
can't see her face because that is a very attractive woman
there. Looks vaguely familiar somehow. Ah, she's turning
her head ..."
The world suddenly fell in on the young cameraman and his
knees unexpectedly went weak, forcing him to sit down hard.
It was Lynn, her lips drawn back up over her ivory teeth
and her face contorted into a mask of what was actually
pain, but which Matt interpreted as passion.
A cold sweat broke out on the young man's face and for a
moment he was seriously afraid he was going to faint. It
couldn't be!
It was! The camera panned in directly on her clean-cut
attractive features, leaving no doubt about her identity.
It was his wife being fouly violated on television for
everyone in town to see.
Suddenly a great many things began to fall in place in the
man's head. Agard's strange enthusiasm for sending him
away on constant field trips; Lynn's unusual behavior, her
unexpected interest in knitting mittens for refugees until
late at night; there were a great many questions still left
unanswered, but the main outlines of the situation were
clear. His wife had become something worse than a whore.
Matt Langley knew his duty.
A great many questions, thought the young sports enthusiast
as he pulled his battered suitcase down off the closet
shelf, but I don't really want to know anymore answers.
"Ugggggh!" grunted Freddy as he felt the powerful internal
muscles of her sphincter close around his wetly pistoning
penis. He grunted again and found that the increased
pressure was doubling his pleasure and the giant smiled to
himself as he felt Lynn's voluptuous young body start to
come to life under him. At first he had feared that he was
hurting her, but now it seemed to his feeble brain that she
was enjoying herself, just as Kelly said she would.
The chained young wife's body undulated fiercely, her
smoothly rounded buttocks rotating in vicious little
circles, and Freddy's massively throbbing cock was tingling
with a strange mysterious excitement which he had never
experienced before. With his huge muscular hands? he
spread the cheeks of her firmly working ass even farther
apart, and his eyes almost bulged from his head as he
watched the glistening thickness of his long rubbery cock
as it glided smoothly in and out of the tortured receptacle
of her rectum. Mistaking the girl's frantic writhing and
moaning for intense passion, he increased the tempo of his
stroke, ploughing into her with a maniac's sexual fury and
feeling the beginnings of a wildly exciting sensation deep
inside his own body.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh Christ!" groaned the girl as she
felt him jerk convulsively inside of her? and realized
that he was now about to fill her helpless belly with his
hot churning cum, and that there was nothing in the world
she could do to prevent it. She would have to take it,
kneeling submissively and chained to the floor in front of
him like the most humble slave in the world.
"Oh cum, Freddy, cum!" she encouraged him, wanting him to
spew his vile seed into her nakedly trembling body and get
it over with, freeing her from the bestial indignity which
was being heaped upon her. Freddy gurgled like an animal
and dug his sharp fingernails into her sensitive flesh,
trying to force his mammothly swollen hardness even farther
into the girl's helpless young body, his great murderous
cock throbbing for an instant and then exploding like a
damn.
Lynn thought it was going to go on forever as the huge
youth spewed a lifetime of accumulated lusts into the
unnatural cavern of her anus, the hot sticky cum
overflowing and forcing its way out of the tight nether
ring to dribble shamefully down her legs, mixed with the
orgiastic juices from her own body.
Lynn tumbled forward on the mattress, completely spent and
exhausted and the big youth collapsed on top of her, gently
caressing her hair and mumbling childish endearments,
convinced that he had finally made a woman happy despite
his size. Lynn gasped and sighed in defeat, feeling his
deflated flaccid penis slowly retreating, leaving a trail
of cum and pain behind it and making an obscene wet sucking
sound as it slipped out from between the full half-moons of
her buttocks with a popping noise which could be heard all
over the room.
Now, she thought irrationally, now there will be peace.
Whatever happens tomorrow is unimportant. Now they will
take me home and I can sleep.
"Okay boys, round'em up!" came a voice from the back of
the room, and Lynn looked up, thinking that the tape was
not yet finished and Phil had engineered a second part
which would probably be more obscene than the first. God,
why couldn't they at least halt the cameras for a few
minutes to allow her to rest! They had no right to start
in with another debauchery without at least giving her a
chance to recover from the first one.
Men dressed in policeman's costumes were walking onto the
set and once again Lynn had the opportunity to admire
Kelly's acting skill. The older actress looked terrified,
as if she were actually about to be arrested. Lynn felt
vague and dreamy, not particularly caring what happened or
what wild plot Lenny and Phil had organized so long as she
was able to rest. Maybe these actor policemen would start
on Kelly instead of her. They sure looked like real
policemen ...
"Okay, baby, on your feet!" ordered one of them, a tall
redheaded Irishman with sergeant's stripes on his shoulder.
More good acting, thought Lynn dreamily. He really sounds
like a policeman and she complied slowly, remembering to
face the camera as she rose ...
The camera was stopped. Shaking her head with disbelief as
the sergeant wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, she
saw Phil Agard standing in a corner, his hands in handcuffs
and Lenny loudly demanding to see his lawyer as he was led
out of the room. Freddy looked mystified as he held out
his hands meekly for the cuffs, and Kelly snarled at the
policeman for pinching her skin as he slid the metal
circles over her wrists.
* * *
"So we got a deal?" smiled Agard, waving his cigar at the
lieutenant across the desk. I must remember to say
something nice about you guys the next time I attend a town
meeting."
"Yeah, do that," grinned the police lieutenant evilly.
"Yeah, we got a deal buddy. The police ain't in the
business of keeping an enterprising businessman like
yourself from earning an honest dollar. Incidentally, how
did it happen?"
"A fluke," explained Agard easily. "The technician who was
handling the wires forgot to unplug the studio from the
main board after we shot the live newscast. So when that
idiot of a night watchman forgot to close down the
transmitter, the sound and picture from the studio were
broadcast normally, just as if we had intended it that way.
I understand half the town saw it."
"Yeah, but we only got a couple of calls from a few spoil
sports. By the way, we're going to have to book the kid.
We found him smoking pot. A little fun and games with
girls and television cameras we can get around, but smoking
marijuana is a serious offense."
"Yeah, throw the book at him," agreed Agard callously. "If
the press makes any noise, we can always say that the kid
was using the studio to watch dirty movies and one of them
accidentally got transmitted. Not our fault at all."
"Right, perfect," exclaimed the corrupt policeman. "We're
gonna need a story of some kind anyway, and we might as
well dump it all on the kid. Damn dirty hippies deserve
anything that happens to them! Listen, before you go,
there's one last thing ..."
"Yeah?" asked Agard agreeably.
"Well, some of the boys have taken a shine to the little
blonde girl who was doing the scene. Well, you know how it
is, we were wondering if we couldn't hold her here over
night and have a little fun with her before we have to let
her go in the morning. A whore like that shouldn't mind a
couple of tired old cops climbing on her bones, especially
since she's getting off scot-free!"
"Lieutenant, she's all yours," Phil assured him with a
sympathetic smile. It must get boring around the station
house and I know the boys'll enjoy our little Lynn. Oh, by
the way, my check will be in the mail tomorrow, don't worry
about that end of it."
"And you promised to invite us to your screenings," added
the policeman, helping himself to another of Phil's cigars.
"I won't forget," promised the producer. "You keep people
from bothering me, Lieutenant, and I'll do my best to
return the favor."
The two men shook hands and went out to get the others from
their temporary cells. Lynn was led to a back room, still
naked underneath the blanket they had thrown around her,
and the policeman winked at one another as the door closed
behind her.
* * *
The phone was ringing as she let herself into her home the
following morning, but she ignored it, walking straight to
the bedroom to wake up Matt. He would probably leave her
anyway, but she had to confess everything before he heard
it from some other source. Who knows? Maybe he would
understand.
But the bedroom was empty except for the ringing phone and
the girl observed that her husband's clothing was missing
from the closet. In the living room, the television was
still glowing, a silent message to her that he had heard
and seen everything.
Too tired and broken to have much of an emotional reaction,
Lynn wandered back into the bedroom and answered the phone.
"Lynn-baby, this is Phil. Listen honey, everything's been
taken care of."
"Matt is gone," she informed him dully, feeling completely
empty inside.
"Yeah, now listen lovely, that accidental transmission last
night didn't hurt us in the slightest. We're beating the
rap as far as the police are concerned, and the market for
that film we made has just gone off the boards. Everybody
who saw it wants to see it again and those who missed it
want to see it to judge for themselves. We'll re-shoot the
last scene tonight and Sammy thinks we can get copies on
the market by sometime next week. Naturally, there'll be a
sequel ..."
"Phil, Matt is gone," she repeated, her mind hardly
functioning with exhaustion and shame.
"Yeah, I heard you baby, listen now, you don't need him and
I think WRT-TV's been over-doing this sports bit anyway.
You're big business, Lynn and you're gonna make big money
because we got police protection. It's all been arranged."
"I ... I don't want to do it anymore, Phil. Don't you
understand? I've lost my husband ..."
"And who's going to support you now, love?" asked the
producer cruelly. "You've got mortgage payments on that
house, as I recall and you got to keep food on the table,
hubby or no hubby. You got one job that can keep the cash
flowing in, lover, and that's with me, so forget about
quiting. Now, I want you to get some sleep because we
shoot tonight at nine."
Lynn felt the beginnings of a dull headache coming on. The
policemen had worked her over mercilessly last night, and
her bones were aching.
"Will you send a cab for me?" she asked.
"Baby, you're a star now," raved Agard. "The cab'll be
there at eight thirty. Now will you get some sleep? I
want you fresh and beautiful tonight."
"Yes, Phil," Lynn whispered, knowing it was all lost.
"Whatever you say, Phil."
The End
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