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