Chapter 13

Cockzilla sipped lightly on his beer, leaning back in the bright early morning sun. Just yesterday he had crushed Roland and Nekkie’s relationship, leaving the penguin so broken that she had already asked for a leave of absence, throwing the entire studio into disarray. Despite her waning interest and the fact that she hadn’t been her usual self since Cockzilla began pushing himself upon her, she was still the major star of the studio and was booked with shoots and movies almost every day of the week. Without their biggest star, Henna was rushing out excuses and rearranging schedules in order to keep the money flowing. Though porn was cheap, the profit margin was slim, and if Antipodes didn’t have anything new to sell it could go under in a matter of weeks or even days.

All of this hustle and bustle left out Cockzilla, who now found himself wondering what exactly he should do next. He could simply take a break too and run around spending more of Henna’s money, but the way she was freaking out about bills she was sure to notice how he was abusing the company credit card. She was too distracted by the fact her weekend’s dealings were all moot thanks to Nekkie’s departure, and Cockzilla knew that even fucking her silly wouldn’t get him an unlimited line of credit. He needed to move on to new conquests, and fast, if he was going to cement and protect his career.

Cockzilla needed two things: a bitch and a business plan. Henna obviously was too caught up in her fantasies and financial trouble to focus on such things, so he’d need to provide them himself. He needed to prove to Henna and everyone else that he could bring in the cash, that he should be the new star, as opposed to having Norris or some other punk rise up while Nekkie was away. He just needed the sort of co-star who could replace Nekkie, who could make him look good yet was more willing to let him be in charge.

Cockzilla thought back to all of the sluts he’d been fucking for the daily Antipodes updates, the ones who were willing to suck and fuck all afternoon for just a few hundred dollars. They had the right attitude, and they certainly did what he said, but they were rather average in the body department. Not a one of them had tits over a c-cup, and most of them were either horribly thin or mildly plump. They were amateurs, in it for the sex and the easy pay as opposed to making a career out of it. What Cockzilla needed was a girl who was committed to the pornstar lifestyle and had a body to match.

As Cockzilla thought, he noticed a girl stepping out of the company van wearing only a bathrobe and a pair of glasses. She was a jackal/rabbit hybrid, a meek but sexy soft-brown being with massive tits and a kind face. Cockzilla recognized her instantly. In her pornos she was called “Sunset” and she hailed from the Arabian Peninsula, the love child of an American soldier and a very buxom native. She was relatively new to Antipodes, with only a few dozen films under her belt, but she definitely had the sort of body she needed for the job. She also had the sort of quiet, unassuming demeanor typical of women raised in a Muslim household. She did what the men told her, without question, and took all of her happiness from their praise.

She was perfect for Cockzilla’s needs. She was hot, she was compliant, and though Brad flirted with her, he was too involved with his career to actually push the relationship forward. Cockzilla would have her eating out of his hand as soon as they were alone together, her naturally submissive nature giving him a powerful edge. Henna was no doubt desperate for ideas, and she had been encouraging Cockzilla to come up with something special for his “amateur” videos. What could be more special than a girl with natural j-cups? Grabbing his bathrobe and tying it around him, he quickly made his way towards Henna’s office, dodging past various staff members who were already packing up for the day.

The door was open but Cockzilla knocked on it anyway, letting himself in and smiling at Henna. She smiled back, but her face was a mixture of exhaustion and worry. Under stress and without her makeup, she looked decidedly old, more like the aging “cougars” and “MILFs” that Cockzilla had slept with back home. She was kind of disgusting, looking like that, but Cockzilla knew better than to show his revulsion. Still, he was glad that she was too busy to indulge herself with him. He’d have to give her something involving a dark, candle-lit room when things settled down.

“So about the video shoot today, the one for the website,” said Cockzilla. “I think I’ve figured out what would make it special.” Henna perked up. She was so convinced that Cockzilla was perfect that she believed his every word and idea was brilliant, something he was all too eager to exploit.

“Oh? Please tell me!” she said, her voice desperate with eagerness. “I was just going to send the guy home, when I told your actress for the day that I’d have to pay with a check in the mail instead of cash on hand she just hung up.” Typical of an amateur, so used to getting fucked in both senses of the word that they wouldn’t trust anything that they didn’t hold in their hands.

“I was thinking I’d have a go with Sunset, and make it really slow and passionate,” said Cockzilla. “You know, to kind of change the mood up from the messy hardcore I’ve been doing. ” Cockzilla grinned and trotted over to Henna, shaking his hips a bit as he walked to ensure his shaft popped out from beneath his robe as he moved. “Besides, you know I’m the romantic sort. I bet the fans will love it, you know how loveydovey stuff is in right now.” Cockzilla gently rubbed Henna’s shoulders as he spoke, letting his long tongue glance out and tickle the edges of her cobra hood. The smile on her face reminded him of the way a drowning victim looked when they grabbed on to a life ring.

“Okay, well you’ll need to run downstairs real quick, Sunset finished her off-set photo shoot not too long ago and I was just going to send her home,” said Henna. “Grab Michael to do the shooting, lighting and sound down in Studio 3 and be sure you get it to the IT guys before you go home. It’ll have to go live tomorrow, but still, better to be a day late than post nothing at all. Nekkie was supposed to star today, and her absence has everything fucked up. I just wish I knew why she called in today and told me she was on hiatus. She isn’t returning my calls, and Roland isn’t even picking up the phone.” Cockzilla grinned. Considering he still had Roland’s keys, phone, wallet, and the keys to those handcuffs the fox couldn’t be up to much.

“Who knows? Maybe she was on drugs, you know how she’s been acting strange lately,” said Cockzilla. “But we can talk about this later. Maybe at your place, tonight?” Henna lit up at these words, prompting Cockzilla to bend forward and kiss her on the lips. Their tongues intertwined for a few moments, and then Cockzilla broke the kiss and began heading towards the door.

His plan now firm, with Henna pacified, Cockzilla knew that he was back on the top of his game. Sunset would take the place of Nekkie as his co-star when he rose to the top, and Brad would be much more easily brushed aside than Roland was. The big bear was so busy fucking other porn stars and working out with Norris that he barely had time for Sunset, whatever their feelings for one another might be. There was no way they were as tight as Roland and Nekkie had been, considering those two had been together for two or three years at least.

Cockzilla let himself into Michael’s office, grinning expectantly at the fat little rodent. Michael was a rabbit and the go-to guy for the amateur camera work. His small office was stuffed with hand cameras, battery chargers, and the sort of equipment he needed to shoot scenes quick and dirty. He had a lot of contempt for the guys who not only got better gear but didn’t have to do all the work by themselves, and he was all too eager to become Cockzilla’s co-conspirator. The bribes Cockzilla had given him certainly didn’t hurt either.

“What’s up, my lizard?” said Michael, grinning and sticking up his hand for a high-five. Cockzilla smacked it hard enough to make Michael wince, but this seemed to only encourage the brown-furred rabbit. “I thought that your shoot was canceled because Nekkie flew the coop.”

“Nah, it’s just been recast,” said Cockzilla. “I’m gonna do a bit with Sunset instead.”

“Shit, you better hurry then,” said Michael. He got up and began gathering his gear, haphazardly tossing small cameras and batteries into a bag. “I saw her going into the changing room, I think she’s going to go home.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get to her,” said Cockzilla. He stepped aside, letting Michael head out down the hall. “But before you head down to Studio 3, I want ya to know that I’m gonna be putting the moves on her while the cameras are rolling. Get what footage you can, but cut out what you know to cut out, all right?”

“She’s Brad’s girl, you know that right?” said Michael. Cockzilla chuckled.

“You think that matters?” said Cockzilla. “Just do as you’re told and I’ll make sure you get your usual.” Michael nodded and headed down to the studio, smiling all the way. Cockzilla was just glad that the rabbit was so greedy that he’d put his job on the line for a few hundred on the side. If only they were all that stupid.

Cockzilla made his way to the main changing room, letting himself in. Sunset was mostly dressed already, only her massive chest was exposed as she struggled to fit herself into a bra. She smiled at Cockzilla as he entered, averting her eyes a bit but not saying anything. A sharp contrast from the yelling and screaming that most girls did when a half-naked male waltzed into their changing room.

“Hey, Henna told me to tell you that you’ve got a gonzo shoot with me in studio 3,” said Cockzilla. “Sorry to spring it on you at two in the afternoon, but what with Nekkie’s sudden disappearance everyone is going crazy. Half the staff went home at noon.”

“Oh, hold on then,” said Sunset. She abandoned trying to close her bra, instead letting it fall to the floor as she reached into her handbag to pull out her cell phone. Her tits lacked the unnatural perkiness of Nekkie’s but they were still incredible. Cockzilla had never seen tits that were so large and yet so firm, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. With no one watching them except for Michael, he knew he’d get to do pretty much whatever he wanted to them as well. “Yes, hello? Brad? Something has come up at work. Henna wants me to do a shoot. I won’t be able to go home early.” Sunset continued to talk, her voice soft and gentle. Midway through the conversation she shifted into Arabic, something Cockzilla hadn’t expected Brad to know, but he didn’t need to understand the words to know that Sunset was apologizing for something. There had apparently been plans, and Cockzilla had just ruined them. He grinned, filled with glee at the thought of already putting a wedge between Sunset and that stupid bear.

Cockzilla smiled as Sunset closed her phone and removed her pants and panties, slipping back into her bathrobe and walking past Cockzilla into the hall. She kept her head down, her steps swift and silent as Cockzilla followed behind. Clearly, she had adopted her mother’s traditions and customs, something that would make Cockzilla’s conquest of her all the more simple.

“You’re very beautiful,” said Cockzilla. “I mean that.” Sunset blushed a bit, taking well to Cockzilla’s feigned clumsiness. Sappy romance would work wonders on her, probably the result of too many novels and movies about “love.” Cockzilla put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing gently, squeezing with enough firmness to let her know he was in charge. “I can’t talk right now, but there’s something I need to tell you about Brad. Something you’ll need to come to work early to hear. Knock on my trailer door at about eight in the morning, ok? I just can’t keep this secret any longer.” Sunset’s ears perked up, their massive lengths standing at attention at Brad’s name. Some part of her was still nervous or shy about Brad, giving Cockzilla just the in he needed to really do some damage to the poor sod. After the failure with Nekkie, he was beginning to wonder if things would never be so easy again.

Cockzilla and Sunset made their way into Studio 3 just as Michael was setting up the last of the cameras and plugging in his final microphone. Studio 3 had originally been an office and still had a window leading to the outside, providing ample natural light even through the blinds, which were always shut. Michael had supplemented it with the usual reflectors and ceiling lights, but the room still looked very natural, especially when compared to the full sets found in Studio 1 or Studio 2. The only furniture was a large, wide bed that took up almost an entire wall, covering a full third of the floor in the small space. There were fresh sheets on it, set out for the day’s shooting. Almost all of the “amateur” and “gonzo” videos were filmed in Studio 3, and the massive bed saw a long line of tramps, whores and sluts on a daily basis. It was quickly becoming Cockzilla’s favorite room in all of Antipodes Studios, especially since it was the only one where he wasn’t expected to act.

Sunset sat down on the bed and Cockzilla moved in, both of them discarding their bathrobes out of shot. The moment Michael yelled “ROLLING!” she leaned over and kissed Cockzilla’s enormous shaft, slowly working on it with her hands and mouth. Although she had been in the business long enough to know that porno sex was for show instead of pleasure, she still had the edge of a girl who’d risen up through the ranks because of talent in addition to her body. Her tongue was delicate and her hands were soft, but she knew all of the right places. Cockzilla hissed with delight, bringing his hand down to gently caress Sunset between her ears. “Good girl,” he said. She blushed.

Soon Cockzilla was mostly hard and Sunset was working him down her throat, her eyes squeezing shut as she worked him hard past her gag reflex. She was determined to put on a show for the cameras, her massive tits heaving as she worked Cockzilla with all her might. She might not have the experience of Nekkie, Laycee or Henna, but she certainly had more than enough enthusiasm, and as she continued to work on Cockzilla he allowed himself to give in to the pleasure, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation.

Once he began to grow fully hard, though, he knew it was time to act. Pulling himself off of Sunset, he pushed her down onto the bed, spreading her legs and attacking her sex with the utmost vigor. She gasped, groping her breasts and trying to work them for the camera, but Cockzilla could tell by the way she was twitching and writhing that he was having an effect on her. He just needed to push the advantage, push the pleasure, and she would be doing anything he asked. It had worked on Henna, worked on dozens of girls in Bali, and it had almost worked on Nekkie. He just needed to do it right.

Once she was loose and accepting, Cockzilla slipped up behind her, lifting her leg and spreading her wide for the camera. She moved to her side, gasping as he entered her, his enormous length pushing and spreading her sex wide. She panted, her eyes rolling back a bit, her chest heaving as he worked his way into her, driving down inch after inch. She was much tighter than the other girls, having only recently gone into porno, something that delighted Cockzilla to no end. It was so satisfying to finally have a bitch squeeze down around his cock as opposed to merely wrapping around it. Most sluts were so loose by the time they came to him that it was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.

Cockzilla brought his hand around, working delicately on her nipples and clit. He teased her long, sensitive ears with his forked tongue, his hot breath making them twitch. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you,” he whispered, knowing that Michael would edit out his words if the mic picked them up. “I can’t live without you. I need you.” Cockzilla couldn’t see her face very well but he knew she was blushing, and as he worked on her harder and harder he could feel her lust rising. He hadn’t had a conquest this easy in years.

Cockzilla continued to whisper lies into Sunset’s ear as he pressed himself harder and harder on her, fucking her with wild abandon. She writhed, her tits flying around, her toes clenching together as she was overwhelmed with pleasure. She offered only token resistance to the orgasm Cockzilla was determined to give her, just enough to let him know that she was trying to stick to her job. That made it all the more satisfying when she did cum, of course.

Sunset’s orgasm hit her powerfully, but she remained respectfully silent, closing her eyes and gasping instead of crying out in ecstasy. She trembled, cooing in his grasp as her sex splattered out across his length. She blushed, averting her eyes even as he pulled out and climbed over her, laying his enormous shaft between her breasts. As he began to move it back and forth, she squeezed him firmly, lapping at his tip and nibbling lightly until he came as well.

Having been pent up since the day before, Cockzilla’s orgasm was truly impressive, splattering across Sunset’s glasses and coating most of her face. The big lizard hissed with satisfaction, the dull roar bouncing around inside his body well under control but still delightful in every way. This is how it was meant to go. Calm, controlled, and with him in charge. Any doubt Cockzilla might have about him losing his touch was dashed as Sunset licked her face, smiling up at him bathed in afterglow.

“Sorry I came,” she said. “I know I’m supposed to fake it for the camera but I haven’t been in the business for long. ” She seemed more upset about potentially embarrassing Cockzilla than she did herself, making her all the more desirable in his eyes. Here was a female who would submit to his every whim without question, who would believe his every lie without hesitation. She was the perfect prey.

“Don’t worry about it. Just don’t forget, be at my trailer at eight, we have much to discuss.”