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