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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read
any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be ... "TheEditor."

 



                     A Film For A Few Friends



                            Chapter 1

     It was too early to go to bed and too late to get dressed and go out,
assuming she could think of somewhere she wanted to go, so Lynn Langley
found herself wandering aimlessly through the house in her nightdress
half-heartedly tidying up the living room and wondering if she could get
some money out of her husband, Matt, for some new curtains.  The night was
uncomfortably warm and humid, and she knew that it would be impossible to
sleep with the hot south wind blowing into the bedroom window.  Lynn
always found it difficult to doze off when her husband was away, and these
days the TV studio seemed to be sending him out of town more and more
frequently to film track meets, high school football games, boxing
matches, and anything else in the sports world which might conceivably
interest the athletically minded viewers of WRT-TV, the local television.
     Depressed and feeling a slight headache coming on, Lynn meandered
lazily into the bedroom and threw herself unhappily on the big double bed,
her long blonde hair spraying out against the whiteness of the pillow.
The breeze from the window was hot, but moving air of any temperature was
refreshing, and she enjoyed the feeling of the wind caressing her lightly
clad body.
     Lynn had the stunning voluptuous figure of a young Greek goddess, and
a professional photographer would have immediately noticed that this was
an exceptional-looking girl and reached for his camera.  The filmy silk
nightgown barely hid her high-set widely spaced breasts and the flimsy
material was translucent, revealing her pointed, rosy-tipped nipples.  The
nightie was tight and form fitted, dutifully following the breathtaking
curves of her ripely generous figure, flowing over a flat smooth stomach
down to full firm thighs and the inviting brown patch of soft pubic hair
up between her long tapered legs.  There was no question about it; this
was a woman worth looking at, and men normally took the opportunity to do
just that whenever she passed their way.
     But on this hot evening, Lynn's smoothly chiseled features were
marred by a frown, and the restless dissatisfaction she was feeling showed
clearly in her large hazel eyes.  Lynn could not put her finger exactly on
the cause of her unhappiness because it seemed that everything that had
ever worried and troubled her in the past was coming back to haunt her
tonight.  Why did Matt have to be out of town whenever she really needed
him to cheer her up?  On a night like this, they should be mixing drinks,
taking cool showers, and making love until they had tired themselves out
enough to sleep.  Instead, she was alone and love-making was out of the
question for three more days!
     The voluptuously attractive young wife shook her head to drive away
the bad thoughts which were tormenting her mercilessly and decided to wash
her face with cold water.  Why did it have to be like this?  Other women
managed to forget their premarital love affairs, marry good honest men
like Matt and then settle down, happy and content for the rest of their
lives.  If she had only listened to what her mother had taught her as a
child she would never have gotten herself involved with a character like
Phil Agard to begin with, and she would never have learned to be
dissatisfied with a fine upstanding individual like her husband.  She
should have gone to her wedding a virgin and not a slightly used kept
woman with remorse for the past and continual worries about the future.
     She washed her face without feeling much better for it and returned
to her bed, knowing in advance that she would never be able to get to
sleep as long as she was in this condition.  Small beads of sweat were
already forming all over her body, and she realized instinctively that the
evening's heat was only half of the explanation, the other half being too
shameful to admit even to herself.  She was aroused, excited!  She needed
some physical satisfaction, and there was none in sight!
     Somehow, as the languid, sexually deprived woman sprawled on her bed,
the thin fabric of her shortie nightgown landed high on the flat
tantalizing plane of her stomach, exposing the softly tempting darkness
between her slightly spread legs.  Beneath the fine flaxen hair of her
pubic mound, the warm south wind swept boldly over the thin hair-lined
slit of her open loins.
     And it felt good!  She was so turned on tonight that even the
delicate impersonal touch of the wind was sensual, and she spread her
lithe, tapered legs even farther apart, baring the whole moist crevice of
her cunt to the hot breeze from the window.  Then, with an abrupt gesture,
she raised the firmly rounded half-moons of her buttocks off the surface
of the mattress and slid the nightie up over the rising mounds of her
breasts.  A moment later, she removed the gown completely, wanting to let
the hot, lust-inciting wind caress her totally naked body.
     Oh, God, what the hell am I doing, she moaned to herself in anguish.
A couple of days without my husband, and here I am, acting like a sex-
starved teenager!  Lynn, when will you ever grow up?
     Then, without warning, a terrible temptation swept over her.  It was
something she had not done since she had married and something she had
sworn she would never do again, but she knew even as she battled against
it that the temptation was going to win and her willpower would lose!
     Tonight she was going to get that old diary out of the desk and
retread it again!
     No sooner had the thought struck her mind than she was on her feet,
finding the key in her purse and fitting it deftly to the desk drawer
where she kept her personal papers.  Like most romantically inclined young
women, Lynn had scrupulously kept a diary during her teenage years,
recording those very special events like her first date, her first kiss,
and even her first sexual experiences.  And even after she had gone to
work as a secretary at WRT-TV and gotten involved in her disastrous love
affair with Phil Agard, the president and manager of the television
station, she had continued to write jotting down what they had said and
done to one another during the most intimate moments of their association.
Later, when the affair was obviously going sour, she had clung to the
diary as if it were her only friend, confiding everything in the crude
vulgar explicit language which Phil himself used and had taught her to
use.  Her marriage to Matt had brought an end to diary writing, and she
had told herself on her wedding night that all that childish foolishness
was now behind her forever.  She had even considered burning the book to
prevent Matt from ever stumbling upon this record of sin and degradation,
thus finding out just how his innocent little wife behaved before their
marriage!
     But, unfortunately, she had never had the courage to burn it and now
her hands trembled slightly as she held it before her for the first time
in four years.  She opened it at random:
     ... I felt my body turning on like an electric light!  It didn't hurt
any more and there was a strange restless tingle running maddeningly up
and down my backbone as he crushed fiercely into me ... all the nerve
endings in my body were going off like sirens and my hot gaping little
cant felt as if it were going to explode.  I called his name over and over
again like a crazy woman and he put his hand over my mouth to keep the
neighbors from finding out that my boyfriend was not only a married man
but the director of the Television station.  Everybody knew Phil and he
was always afraid of a scandal!
     ... And when he really got started, I was rotating my hips recklessly
from side to side, trying to excite him as much as I could, and deep, deep
inside my stretched, battered vagina, I could feel his hard impaling cock
stuck all the way up in me like a sword thrust into a sheath, so far in
that the thick red tip of his manhood was rubbing torturously against my
cervix.  I never felt so absolutely filled in my entire life and my tender
little pussy seemed as though it was being shattered into a thousand
pieces!  I treed to hold my shivering, quaking body still and not make a
complete fool of myself, but the piteous groans just kept coming out of my
mouth, one after another, and I seemed to have lost control over my legs
because they were splayed out wildly on either side of his long jerking
pole, and my whole body was bucking and heaving like mad.  I couldn't help
myself!  It was as if he had climbed right up inside my cant!
     Phil could hardly hide the sadistic grin on his face when he saw that
I was coming on like an express train.  Phil is cruel, really, because he
makes me cum again and again, even after I'm tired, and he makes me lose
control of myself completely so that I end up every evening in bed with
him acting like a lust-driven animal instead of an intelligent human
being.  And it was no different tonight.  I could feel the fluttering
little muscles inside of my cant starting to palpitate and nibble at his
cock the way they do when I'm getting ready to cum and the lips of my
convulsing vagina were all dilated and wet while he pumped his hot searing
sperm into me so savagely that I thought he was going to tear me apart.
     A tear rolled down off her cheek and moistened the page she was
reading as Lynn found herself wondering how a well brought-up girl who was
supposed to know right from wrong could ever have put pen to paper and
written such awful, obscene?  disgusting things.  It was bad enough to
have done what she had done with Phil, but to have written about them
afterwards!
     For a moment, she almost felt that she now possessed the courage to
carry this horribly incriminating document into the bathroom and flush it
down the toilet page by page.  But instead she read on, possessed by a
strange masochistic desire to torture herself even more, and she flipped
through a few pages of the diary to read her recollections of another
passionate steamy night in bed with the television executive who she had
served as lover and secretary for a torrid six month period.
     ... Somehow, I'll never be able to forget his cock if I live to be a
thousand.  It's impossible to describe, but tonight it looked just like an
enormous medieval cannon about to fire.  I tried not to look at it, but
every time I see Phil naked and aroused like that, I can't take my eyes
off of his groin, wondering how it is possible for that battering ram to
fit up inside my poor tormented body.  Every time he throws himself on top
of me, I know it's going to hurt like hell when he comes pounding savagely
into me, and every time I go ahead and let him do it anyway.  Tonight, he
was in a real hurry and couldn't be bothered with any of the usual
preliminaries ...  Without so much as saying hello, he pushed me backwards
onto the bed with a kind of snarl and climbed on top of my naked body like
a wild animal in the mating season and I could feel his hard chest
crushing into the softness of my breasts while he probed between my
outstretched legs for the tender hair-covered entrance to my eagerly
waiting vagina.  I should have been happy, I suppose, but somehow this
perverse brutality excited me so much that I could hardly breathe and I
sucked his tongue into my mouth and thrust my pelvis up against him,
wanting that long fat penis inside of me like I had never wanted it
before.
     It seems crazy to be writing this down on paper, but suddenly I felt
my body was just an enormous cant!  I was a great big unexplored
underground cavern that had to be penetrated and Phil was the brave
explorer who was going to march inside of me with his whole body and
explore every inch of me!  I was going crazy and I almost screamed when I
felt the broad, blood-filled tip of his cock jostle against the ragged
edges of my vagina, searching impatiently for the opening and teasing the
tiny pulsating button of my clitoris.  Then he found what he was looking
for and shoved!  Every time Phil comes skewering into me, I think he's
going to split me in two and tonight it was no different.  He brutally
flicked his hips forward with that funny sadistic grin he has, knowing
that he's hurting me and not caring at all, his long fierce cudgel ramming
into me to the hilt, so far and so fast that I could feel his balls
slapping against my backside as he stretched the rubbery elastic flesh of
my battered abused cant almost to the bursting point.
     But the pain went away quickly tonight and when it was almost gone,
he started sawing in and out of my cruelly stretched pussy as if his life
depended upon it.  Like always, I began to lose control all over again,
and tingles of happy submission came rushing up and down my backbone.  My
hips started to grind into the mattress as if I wanted to bore a hole in
it, and I couldn't keep my silly mouth from babbling obscene dreadful
things in his ear, asking him to Suck me harder and deeper, and using
other words I can't even bring myself to write down on paper.
     Before I could get my wits together, sparks started to fly and it
happened to me, like always.  The moment I felt his fat muscular cock get
stiff and hard, and the hot sticky cum start pouring into me, filling me
to the brim, a thousand Any sparks seemed to go floating merrily all
through my body.  My strength disappeared and he creamed into me like a
madman while I lay moaning on the bed, with my legs curled tightly around
his back.
     Lynn found herself blushing furiously almost as if she were reading
these shameful phrases aloud to a group of her friends and the young wife
looked around her empty bedroom in fright, half expecting to see her
quiet, mild mannered husband sitting in his easy chair next to the bed and
demanding an explanation.  No, there was no question about it, she told
herself with an effort to firmness, it was too dangerous to leave this
book in existence.  Matt was hardly the type to go prying through her
private things, but if he should happen some day to discover these words,
it would be all over between them.  Perhaps their marriage had been a
little dull sexually as far as Lynn was concerned, but Matt seemed to be
satisfied and happy; and she knew that his sense of morality and decency
would never permit him to live together with a woman who was capable of
writing such depraved unholy words as these.  The book had to be
destroyed!
     Nakedly, the young wife walked to the bathroom, now determined to
burn the diary page by page and flush the ashes down the toilet so that
her descriptions of the last orgies with Phil Agard would be gone forever
and a whole shameful chapter of her life would be erased completely.  She
perched on the edge of the tub and balanced the diary on one naked knee
with a book of matches on the other.  Trying to keep her courage up, she
tore out the first few pages and set them ablaze, choking a little on the
thick smoke which immediately filled the bathroom and trying not to yield
to the overpowering temptation to read any more of this record of
degeneracy and sin.  Tears running freely down her cheeks, she resolutely
burned her way through the entire six months of her affair with the TV
executive, keeping the book upside down so that her eyes could not
accidentally pick up some stray phrase or passage which might set her off
again.  Then she came to the last entry, the one she had written after her
last meeting with Phil, the night before she had accepted her husband's
offer of marriage.  She had to see it one more time and she knew that
rereading what had happened between them one last time would give her the
moral strength she needed to go ahead and finish the job.  Her fingers
trembled as she held the last remaining pages up to the bathroom light.
     Phil came by after work as promised.  He has always been a little
rough with me, but actually it was part of the attraction, and I can't
deny that usually it excites me.  But lately he has been growing ... how
should I say it? ... a little perverse, wanting me to do certain things
that I could never force myself to do.  It's bad enough having a love
affair with a married man, but Phil seems to want things from me that no
decent woman would do, even with her own husband.  Tonight it was worse
than ever.
     He never even gave me time to undress, and when I protested the fact
that he was ripping my clothes to shreds, he hit me across the mouth,
hard, and I still have a red mark there.  Then he said that he was tired
of messing around and told me that a man like him needed some real action
once in a while.  I was so upset that I began to cry and he grabbed me by
the arms and forced me down on my knees in front of him.  I was shaking so
badly I thought I was going to fall on my face, but I managed to get hold
of myself, thinking he was only a little drunk, and I hung onto his legs
while he undressed.
     His penis was already erected, and I had never seen it so close
before.  There were long blue veins on the underside, running all of the
way from the thick black pats h of pubic hair around the thick shaft of
his cock out to the red, blood-engorged bulbous gland which was swinging
menacingly only inches from my parted lips.  I felt his hands in my hair,
pulling me steadily closer and he kept telling me to open my mouth ... I
didn't quite understand, but there was a horrible suspicion forming in the
back of my mind, a horrible desperate fear that perhaps he wanted me to
take his penis into my mouth!  Then it came to me in a flash and I
suddenly understood that Phil wanted me to suck him!  He wanted to use my
mouth as a receptacle for his vile thick sperm.
     And in the same instant I knew that this was something I could never
do, not in a million years.  Phil Agard had dragged me far enough down
into the gutter with him, but there were still some remnants of a decent
woman left in me, and I got all my strength together and pulled away from
him, screaming like a mad-woman.  In surprise, he let go of my hair, and I
locked myself in the bathroom and sat on the toilet sobbing.  He swore at
me through the door and left ...  Tomorrow, I'm going to tell Matt Langley
that I'll marry him.  I don't really love Matt, but it's the only way out.
     And when she had finished the last page, Lynn was suddenly glad she
had done it, because the events of that last horrible night with the TV
executive reminded her clearly what a beast Agard really was and how right
she had been to decide to leave him and marry a decent man.  She ripped
the final page into tiny shreds and threw them in the toilet, watching the
fragments of her past life whirl around in circles as it disappeared down
the drain.
     But somehow when it was all over, the girl felt no particular
sensation of relief.  All the written evidence of her evil past destroyed,
she walked back into the bedroom, still naked, and threw herself again on
the bed, her long tapered legs slightly parted and her arms cast out on
either side of her in the classical position of abandon.
     The scene would have been an exciting one had there been someone
there to enjoy it, for the position of her arms caused Lynn's heavy
rounded breasts to protrude more than usual, standing up free and proud as
she gazed at herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed.  Her mind still
occupied with thoughts of the shame of her past life, her hands crept
almost unnoticed down to her turgid little nipples, and without realizing
what she was doing, the love starved young wife began to massage her own
lushly ripened breasts, touching the rose-colored buds of her-nipples
until they became hard and erect, and pointed at the ceiling like twin
artillery pieces ready to fire.  Even as the proper moralistic part of her
brain began to tell her that this was ridiculous for a grown married
woman, one of her hands stealthily left the soft mounds of her breasts,
creeping slowly across the flat plane of her tautly smooth stomach into
her moistly heated vaginal crevice.
     A concealed witness to this depraved scene would have observed sheer
wanton desire flooding into Lynn's eyes as one outstretched finger
trembled hesitantly over the thin pink slit of her restlessly twitching
cunt.  People are often good at preventing themselves from thinking about
exactly what they are doing, and Lynn purposely tried to concentrate on
something else, hoping to trick herself into forgetting about what her
hands were really doing to that super-sensitive place up between her legs.
Deliberately focusing her thoughts on the comparative happiness she had
found with her simple, religious-minded husband, her sensuous hips began
to grind inexorably into the mattress as her sexual arousal grew more
demanding and insistent by the second.
     The young blonde-haired woman sighed deeply as electric sparks seemed
to be jumping from the ragged hair-lined edges of her delicately pulsating
vagina to her fingers, and her breath quickened noticeably as she
stimulated the tiny pink button of her clitoris, rubbing her index finger
over it slowly and sensuously as she deliberately excited herself to
greater and greater heights of physical passion, knowing in her heart that
the situation was now out of control and that she simply did not have the
moral courage to stop this evil impure business.  Lynn writhed and moaned
as if she were being ravaged by some ghostly invisible lover, her creamy
white legs now skewered wildly apart and her fingers boldly invading the
throbbing wet orifice of her cunt, stroking the cock-hungry crevice into a
maddening burning state which seemed to be consuming her insides.  With
her extended middle finger she actively stroked the glistening pink
clitoris until the sensitive pleasure center swelled up in agitation,
doubling in size and tingling as if it were about to explode like a
miniature time bomb.
     There was no stopping her now, and the orgasm she needed so badly
came closer by the minute, attacking her lust-wracked body like a swarm of
voracious locusts settling on a rich green field.  The mounting passion
could be read even in her normally serene face, now contorted into an
unrecognizable mask of lust, and she chanted softly to herself as she
energetically lathered herself into a state of furious ecstasy.
     It was just around the corner, only needing a few more deft touches
to bring it on like an express train, and the half-demented girl had three
fingers inside of her vaginal cavity now as the orgiastic fluid gushed out
of her wetly pulsating cunt, dampening the sheet below her and filling the
room with its pungent distinctive odor.  Another touch, another caress and
...
     The doorbell rang!
     "Oh Christ!" she groaned in agony, feeling the release she wanted so
badly start to slip away from her, slowly but surely.
     The doorbell sounded again insistently.  Lynn lay still for a few
seconds cursing this late intruder whomever he might be.  and then darted
for the bathroom to mop away most of the moisture from her inner thighs
before slipping hastily into her dressing gown.  It was nearly midnight?
she remarked to herself.  Who could possibly be visiting her at this hour?
     Pulling the thin clinging dressing gown over her nakedness, the young
blonde darted barefoot to the door, making sure that the safety chain Was
attached before she undid the lock.
     "Who is it?" she called fearfully, a recognizable tremor in her
voice.
     "It's Phil, honey," came the relaxed, easy tones of the television
executive who was her husband's present boss and her former lover.
     "Phil?" she responded in alarm.  "But Phil ... I thought ... that is,
we made a deal when I married Matt that you wouldn't bother me ... it's
all over between us ... you know ..."
     "Will you stop babbling and let me in?" the producer laughed
casually.  "I didn't stop by for romance, sweetie, because I've got other
fish to try as far as that's concerned these days.  I'm in a jam and I
need your help on a professional basis, so stop acting like a virgin in an
ivory tower and let me in!  Isn't Matt around?"
     "You sent him to cover that football game on the Coast," Lynn snapped
as she undid the safety chain and stepped back to admit him into her home,
"and you know perfectly well he isn't here."
     "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten," Agard replied insincerely as he walked into
the room and let his eyes run lecherously over the girl's voluptuously
ripened body, her splendid, lust-inciting figure clearly traced beneath
the thin clinging fabric of her dressing gown.  "Hmmmmmmm, looks to me
like you're dressed for action pigeon!  You got another visitor, maybe?"
     Lynn Langley blushed in righteous anger at this lewd suggestion,
pulling the inadequate garment around her as tightly as she could in a
vain attempt to hide the contours of her feverishly aroused body from the
man's practiced eye.
     "I'm alone," she retorted flatly, struggling to keep her composure.
"Is there any law against sleeping in the nude on a hot night?"
     "None that I know of, baby," smiled Phil, settling himself uninvited
into an easy chair and lighting a cigarette without taking the trouble
even to offer her one.
     "What do you want, Phil?" she insisted, standing over him uneasily.
"If one of the neighbors saw you coming here tonight, there could be a
scandal.  I've got a nice life with Matt now, and I don't want ..."
     "Relax, pussycats and let me look at you," Agard drawled with vulgar
self-confidence.  "Goddamn, you're as beautiful now as you were the last
time I had you flat on your back!  You weren't so nervous about my visits
then, as I recall, and as a matter of fact, I always had the impression
you looked forward to them.  How about a quickie for old time's sake?"
     'No!!!!!" she found herself saying although in the back of her mind
another voice was saying "Yes!" with approximately the same intensity.
You mustn't get involved with this man again, she warned herself.  He
couldn't care less about you or your husband or your marriage!  Matt would
find out and the whole world would come to an end as far as you were
concerned.
     "You said you had some business, Phil," she told him, making a
supreme effort to keep her voice level and controlled.  "Why don't you
tell me what it is.  I'm very tired and want to get a good night's sleep
tonight."
     Lynn knew perfectly well that she was in no position to order this
man out of her house.  Not only was he Matt's boss and in a position to
keep her husband from ever working in television again, but she lived in
continual fear that he would open his big mouth and tell Matt exactly what
kind of a girl he had married, thereby ruining her marriage.
     "Okay, baby, although I see a couple of perky little tits underneath
that robe that keep sending me messages that I can't ignore.  But the
thing is this: we're shooting a television video-tape tonight at the
studio, and one of the extras just called in sick.  Everything's set to
start taping at one o'clock, and I hate like hell to start re-scheduling
things at this stage of the game."
     "And what do I have to do?" inquired Lynn, a little puzzled by all of
this.
     "Just stand in for the extra.  I'll pay you the going rate."
     "I don't understand," she confessed unhappily, not liking something
about the situation, but unable to put her finger on exactly what was
worrying her.  "You know perfectly well I'm not an actress, and why are
you shooting a film at one o'clock at night?"
     Agard smiled easily and shook his head like an adult being asked to
explain something to a simple-minded child.
     "You don't have to act, sweetheart," he assured her.  "The girl who
copped out on me was just an extra.  All you have to do is stand there for
a couple of hours and look beautiful.  It's an oriental scene and you're a
slave girl who waits next to the queen.  And we're shooting at night
because it's quiet, and we can work without being disturbed all the time.
Any more questions?"



                            Chapter 2

     Lynn had said no adamantly, but Phil was a hard person to turn down.
He had quickly found a way to remind her subtly that her marital happiness
depended entirely on his keeping his big mouth shut about their wild life
together prior to her marriage, and Lynn realized that in the long run she
had very little choice.  He had given her five minutes to dress while he
smoked quietly in the living room and then bundled her into his car and
driven rapidly to the studio.
     From the outside, everything seemed dark and deserted, since WRT-TV
went off the air at twelve-thirty, but once inside, the young and
frightened woman found that the studio was alive with activity.  Most of
the technicians were men she had gotten to know slightly during the six
months she had worked as Phil's secretary.  Most of them seemed to be
surprised to see her for some reason, and one older man who had always
seemed like the grandfather type lewdly pinched her bottom as she walked
by him.
     "Why's everybody acting so strange?" she questioned her former boss,
but the executive was busy and he had neither the time nor the patience to
get involved in lengthy explanations.
     "Jon!" he called across the studio to a tall, gaunt, sour-faced
individual who worked as the studio's make-up man.  "Lynn's going to stand
in for Millie!  Get her squared away, will you?  She can share a dressing
room with Kelly."
     "Is Kelly in the movie?" Lynn inquired with surprise.  Kelly Agard
was an attractive woman in her early thirties, certainly good looking
enough to be a professional actress, but this was the first time that Lynn
had heard of Agard's wife actually playing a role in a video-film.  But
the producer had no time for discussions at the moment, and he waved her
in the general direction of the dressing rooms and turned to confer with
the video-tapes director, a squat, mean looking man named Lenny who
scowled at the world with an ugly cigar protruding from one corner of his
mouth.
     The longer she thought about it, the stranger this whole situation
was, and Lynn found herself growing more and more suspicious as she walked
across the set to the dressing rooms with Jon at her side.  For one thing,
she remembered, WRT-TV did not usually get involved with taping its own
shows; the national networks in New York supplied most of the tapes they
used except for sports, news, interviews with local politicians, and an
occasional cultural program featuring a boring academic speaker from the
university.  Yet the set which had been erected was obviously intended for
a drama of some kind, and Phil had said something about shooting an
oriental scene with slave girls.  Very strange!
     "Why, Lynn, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Agard as Lynn
timidly entered the spacious but cluttered dressing room.  The young woman
had always been shy and ill at ease with Kelly because of her former love
affair with this woman's husband.  Phil had once said that Kelly knew all
about it and didn't mind, but Lynn had not believed him.
     "It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife responded
politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled
nervously through her handbag for a cigarette.  "I didn't know you were an
actress."
     "Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to do this
kind of thing, honey.  Mostly it's a question of having the body for it.
And incidentally, please don't call me 'Mrs. Agard' anymore.  Now that
we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do
nicely.  Actually I'm amazed that Phil was able to talk you into coming
down here tonight."
     This strange conversation was making the young blonde more confused
by the minute.  A good body---which Kelly certainly did have---was obviously
important for an actress but then so was acting skill!  Anyway why should
Phil have had any difficulty in getting her to accept a night's work as an
extra for a television film?  It didn't make any sense.
     "Have a drink, dearie," suggested Mrs. Agard in a hearty friendly
manner, sliding a bottle of vodka down her dressing table towards Lynn
Langley.  "We've got awhile to wait before they're ready for our scene,
and I find it helps if you go out there a little bit sloshed, if you know
what I mean."
     Lynn didn't but she accepted the drink anyway, despite the fact that
Matt disapproved of liquor and would not keep any in the house.  Maybe a
quick slug will clear my head a little, she decided, pouring herself a
healthy glassful and then adding some tomato juice to make a Bloody Mary.
Then she settled back to watch as Jon barged busily into the dressing room
and went to work on Kelly's face, applying rouge and make-up to give her
skin some color under the bright lights on the set.
     "Finish your drink, baby," advised Jon bruskly, nodding in Lynn's
direction.  "I'm going to be ready to do you in another minute.  And
better get out of that dress unless you want to get make up all over it."
     "What should I put on?" asked Lynn, a little alarmed.
     "Who gives a shit?" snapped Jon crudely as he dabbed mascara onto
Kelly's skin.  "Just get out of the dress."
     Blushing at the man's vulgar language, Lynn observed that the older
woman was wearing a dressing gown and cursed herself for not having had
the brains to bring something like it herself.  Here was no sign of
anything resembling a slave girl costume, and she hated to make a fuss
over what she was supposed to wear, so she took a deep breath, finished
her drink to give her courage and then, unzipped the simple print dress
she had worn, hanging it on a hook behind the door and sitting back down
in her underwear.  It was embarrassing for the modest young wife because
the brassiere she was wearing was light and filmy, doing very little to
conceal the tiny brown nipples on her fully ripened breasts, and the
skimpy pair of bikini style panties were not much better.
     "Okay, that takes care of your face," the rude, irritable make-up man
said to Kelly Agard.  "Do you want me to put the body make up on or can
you handle it yourself?"
     "I'll do it," replied Kelly casually, rising to her feet and
surveying herself in the mirror.  "If there are any spots I can't reach,
I'll yell for assistance."  With a calm easy movement, the older woman
unzipped the housecoat and stepped out of it, stark naked!
     Lynn's eyes almost popped from her head as she watched this hardened
older woman inspect her lushly voluptuous body in the mirror as if she
were alone in the room, apparently totally untroubled by Jon's presence.
Kelly had a sensuous body which could easily go to fat if she began to be
careless about her weight, but at the moment, her figure looked firm and
desirable, her enormous breasts heavily straining but not yet sagging and
her buttocks neat and trim from constant exercise.
     "A couple more of these flicks, and then I'll retire and let you take
over, honey," she said to Lynn over her shoulder.  "You've really got a
body worth looking at, and you're at least ten years younger than I am.
Here, let's have another drink."
     Lynn's mind was going around in circles by this point and she numbly
nodded as the naked, full bodied woman turned away from the mirror and
mixed the two of them another pair of Bloody Mary's, even stronger that
the one which Lynn had made for herself a few minutes before.  Jon was
preparing his make-up kit for the next job, and seemed to be completely at
ease in this small confined room with one woman totally naked and another
inadequately covered by her brassiere and panties.
     "Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty face on
you.  Wanna stand up?"
     Lynn obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering her
nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was wearing did very little
to conceal the lush ripe contours of her breasts.
     "Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her crudely,
stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed young woman.  "I'm glad
Phil found you because we sure can use somebody with big tits like yours
and that nice neat little ass!  Okay, get over here under the light
because they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking for
you two broads."
     Lynn was on the point of protesting his vulgar language, but she
reminded herself that this was show business and a real professional
actress would be quite accustomed to this crude worldliness of the make-up
men and technicians.  Also Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded
that Jon's behavior was probably not unusual.  She presented herself under
the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to keep her hands over
her breasts like this and forcing herself to let her arms hang naturally
at her sides.  Jon moved deftly into position and began painting her face.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn watched Kelly Agard squeeze a little
brown paste out of a tube and begin rubbing it vigorously all over her
body, paying particular attention to her sumptuous breasts and full,
shapely thighs.
     "Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights," she
explained casually to Lynn noticing the girl's curiosity.  "You start to
sweat out there, and it shows up on the video-tape unless you get some of
this stuff on."
     "But they're not going to see you ... your breasts, surely," objected
Lynn, a little dismayed.
     "Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon with a
savage snarl.  "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this stuff on her before I
have the boss crawling down my neck."
     Mrs. Agard just giggled at this rudeness and Lynn fell silent, still
wondering why it was necessary to keep perspiration from showing on the
parts of the body which could never possibly be seen on television.  Jon
quickly penciled a little color into Lynn's face and instructed her on the
way in which he wanted her to wear her hair.  Then he presented her with
another tube of body make-up, threw a small mysterious bag on the table,
and departed without further explanation!
     "What's this?" asked Lynn innocently, picking up the bag and
wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible
make-up man had finally left them in peace.
     "Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded manner.
"Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make any last minute
adjustments.  Millie, the girl who got sick, wasn't as big in the tits as
you are, and we might have to let something out somewhere."
     Thunderstruck, Lynn opened the bag and dumped the contents on the
table.  Her costume consisted of two pieces, made mostly of rhinestones
and designed to cover just the nipples over her breasts and the hair-
covered triangle of her pubic zone.  Everything else showed!  Lynn took
one horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her drink.
     "Kelly!  I can't ... I mean I couldn't possibly ..." she began to
stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off with a gay laugh and
poured the two of them their third drink of the evening.  Feeling the
desperate need to get control of her nerves, Lynn gratefully accepted the
offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.
     "No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a little drunk,
"it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is it?  Come on, this is the
twentieth century, and anyway, you're going to be a hell of a lot better
dressed than I will."
     "What do you mean," cried the young wife, now seriously worried about
what she had gotten herself into.  "What are you going to be wearing?"
     "Exactly what I'm wearing right now," smiled Kelly Agard calmly,
examining her naked lust-inciting body in the mirror.  "What kind of a
film did you think this was, anyway?"

                           *    *    *

     "All right, everybody, let's try and pay attention and see if we
can't get this right the first time and save ourselves a couple of tapes.
The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can all get home to bed," the
director growled at the company.  Phil Agard was moving rapidly around the
room checking all his equipment to make absolutely sure that the shooting
would be right the first time at least from the technical point of view.
The cameramen, acting as if they had heard this kind of speech before,
were making last minute adjustments to the television cameras which would
record the scene on tape as well as screen it through a series of
television monitors which had been set up in strategic locations just off-
camera.  No one seemed to be paying much attention to Lynn for which the
frightened, half-naked young woman was grateful.  Before leaving the
sanctuary of the dressing room, she had managed to locate a large bath
towel and wrap it around herself as a partial temporary protection against
the lustful gazes of the actors and camera crews.  Naturally, she knew in
the back of her head that the moment was fast approaching when she would
be forced to take off the comforting protection of the towel and expose
her nearly naked body to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, but
the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed had had its desired effect, and
the young housewife was having difficulty in concentrating, finding that
her head was swimming slightly in a pleasant alcoholic fog.
     "Okay Rick, in position!" ordered Lenny the gruff, scowling director,
and a handsome young man wearing only a loin cloth moved out from the
sidelines and took his place on the set, standing next to what was clearly
intended to be an elaborate royal throne.  The actor named Rick was a
tall, slender, and extremely handsome young man with a broad muscular
chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes.  There was something about the
easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality
which made it impossible for Lynn to take her eyes off him.
     "Right, now you know the sequence, kid, so try not to screw up!"
warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone.  "You stand next
to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low.
Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you ain't never been anything but
a stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off anytime she
feels like it, so you're respectful, right?  Okay, as soon as Kelly gets
her queenly ass on that throne, she nods at you and you serve her a drink
from that tray, right?  She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still
hot so she stands up and has you take off her robe, remember?  After that
you know what to do.  Okay, let's see if we can get through the sequence
without somebody dropping their false teeth.  Slave girl?  Where the hell
is the fucking slave girl?"
     "I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared furiously
in her direction.
     "She's new at this," advised Phil Agard from behind the camera.
"Take it easy on her Lenny, okay?"
     "All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director.  "Why
didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night?  Look honey, that
big handsome slave up there is your boyfriend and you don't wanna share
him with anyone, including the queen, but she can chop your head off just
as easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your man, you ain't
in a position to protest, got it?  But that don't mean you can't look mad
once in awhile.  And that's all you gotta do, stand there and look
irritated, and we'll get you an Oscar.  Now get out of that stupid fucking
towel and stand on the other side of the throne!"
     This was the moment Lynn had been dreading with all her heart, and
for an instant she asked herself why in the world she didn't tell this
foul mouthed, cigar chomping idiot what he could so with his stupid video-
tape and walk out of the studio.  Then she caught a glimpse of Phil
watching her very carefully from behind the camera, and she knew that if
she lost her head and cost him a night's delay, he would find some way to
get even with her.  He could even fire Matt, despite the fact that good
cameramen were hard to find, or worse, he could tell her husband about her
past and thus destroy her marriage.
     No, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant
absorbing some embarrassment.  Well, as Kelly had said, it was no worse
than being in a bikini ... well actually, it was a good deal worse.  Her
brown pointed little nipples were barely concealed by this ridiculous
costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she
moved, her firmly upthrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way
that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her
chest.  And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape.
Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was
a triangular shaped jeweled shield which inadequately covered her pubic
zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and
perfectly naked.
     But it had to be done and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so
she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to
the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with
shame, but unable to do anything about it.
     "Okay, let's roll 'em.  Slaves, in position!  Kelly make your
entrance!"
     Realizing that she was on-camera, Lynn drew herself up into a
position of rigid attention, observing that Rick, the other slave-actor,
was doing the same.  From the sidelines came Kelly, her hair done up
beautifully and looking as majestic and royal as any real queen.  The
actress was wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to ankles,
and Lynn decided with a sigh of relief that the older woman had been
merely kidding about appearing stark naked before the cameras.  After all,
what could they possibly do with a film involving a naked woman?  Even her
own costume might pass on television as long as the television camera did
not focus directly on her and give the TV viewer the opportunity to
realize that the slave-girl was nearly stripped to the skin.
     Kelly walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated herself
deliberately on the throne.  For a moment, she simply rested, fanning
herself with her hand to indicate that she was suffering from the heat.
Then she nodded imperiously to Rich, the actor impersonating a male slave,
and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his queen with a
golden goblet containing some clear liquid.
     The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear from her
expression that she was still feeling warm.  With a slow deliberate
motion, she untied the strings holding her cloak together at the throat,
allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells
of her lushly tantalizing breasts.  With a horrified shock, Lynn noticed
that she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath the cloak, and the
suspicion that this couldn't be a normal TV film crept quickly back into
her mind.  But if this tape wasn't being made for broadcast on WRT-TV,
what was it for?  Certainly Phil Agard could not hope to compete with the
big national network in New York City, and all of this was far too
expensive to be done for his private amusement.
     But Lynn's scandalized contemplation was interrupted when Kelly rose
majestically from her throne, her eyes fixed on Rich and her hands pulling
the cloak away from her overheated stunning figure, thus destroying Lynn's
last illusions that they were involved in something even remotely legal.
This film had to be pornographic because the camera was only a few feet
away from where the actress stood smiling at her captive slave, and the
electric eye of the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the
lascivious patch of softly curling brown hair which masked the entrance to
her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres of her shamelessly exposed
breasts, all things which no television station in the world would ever
dare exhibit to the old ladies and little kids who tuned in after dinner.
     "I am warm!" Kelly announced in queenly tones, glancing at Rich with
a superior air.  "Remove my cloak, please."
     Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Lynn, Rich made haste to
do as he was told, stepping around behind the queen and gently removing
the robe from her shoulders.  When he returned to his original position,
Lynn had to fight to keep an expression of surprise from showing on her
face: Kelly was, as she had promised, stark naked, but this public display
of nudity did not seem to bother her in the slightest, in fact, she gave
every indication of enjoying it thoroughly, running her hands sensuously
over the satiny naked flesh of her voluptuously well developed body.  But
the queen was still not satisfied.
     "I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my presence," she
ordered calmly.  "Disrobe!"
     No, no, Lynn was crying inside her head.  This can't be true, but the
slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the loin cloth which covered his
groin, tossing it calmly to one side and facing the queen just as naked as
she!
     Lynn took a gulp of air when she saw Rrch's genitals so unexpectedly
revealed, and the director frowned at her menacingly, but did not stop the
scene.  The man's thick white penis was still in the relaxed state, but
even dangling tranquilly between his legs, the frightened young housewife
could see why Rich was able to specialize in this kind of film.  He was
huge!
     And inexperienced as she was, Lynn could see that the 'slave' was not
going to be able to remain unamused forever.  His long thick cock was
already quivering and jerking slightly as if he were feeling the
excitement of being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and
fighting a losing battle for self-control.
     Nor was Kelly giving him any help.  Her narrowed eyes fastened on the
lust-inciting spectacle of his massive sexual organ, she walked
deliberately toward him, a lewd grin on her face.
     "Does my slave dare to become excited in the presence of the Queen?"
she asked him softly.  "I command you to control yourself, or I will
summon the royal surgeon and require him to remove the cause of the
difficulty!"
     The slave was obviously unsure whether the monarch was kidding him or
not, but the seriousness of the threat had its effect upon his face.  But
the Queen was apparently supposed to be something of a sadist, for she
clearly had no intention of allowing her slave to remain unaroused for
long.  By pre-arrangement, Rich was standing with a pillow at his feet,
and Kelly dropped gracefully to her knees before him.  Rich struggled to
keep his eyes straight and steady, but his internal torment was clear.
     "Let me see how well disciplined a slave you are," muttered the queen
sadistically, her soft feminine hands reaching up to take his slowly
swelling cock between her delicate fingers.  To Lynn's startled eyes, it
looked like a woman holding a baseball bat!  Iron discipline or not, this
direct sexual provocation was obviously too much for the young handsome
actor, and his massively awakening penis slowly began a steady inexorable
rise as Kelly tormentingly manipulated it between her hands, stroking and
massaging the thick heavy shaft and blowing on it gently with her full wet
lips ovaled.
     I don't believe this is really happening!  Lynn was trying to
convince herself that this was really only a bad dream, struggling to
maintain her composure.  She would have like to dash from the set, but
basically she was intimidated not only by the Agard's and what they could
do to her life, but also by the fearsome snarling director who really
looked capable of dismembering anyone who ruined one of his scenes.
     But meanwhile, this sexual drama was becoming more torrid by the
moment.  Rich had achieved a massive erection despite the fact that he was
still standing rigidly at attention, his eyes straight ahead and obviously
trying to give the impression that all of this was not really happening.
     Below him on her knees, the queen continued to torment her helpless
slave, cradling his large swaying balls in her hands with an amused
expression on her face, and rubbing the thick leathery foreskin back and
forth over the fat bulbous head of his mighty cock, exposing to the tele-
camera's prying eye the blood-engorged gland.
     "Your majesty ..." the slave began hesitantly, but the words stuck in
his throat as Kelly slowly but surely drew his massively pulsating
instrument closer and closer to the red glistening surface of her parted
wet lips, at the same time carefully pushing the foreskin back as far as
it would go.
     Lynn was frozen in a state of absolute panic.  This was the same
indecent animalistic act which Agard had urged upon her during their last
night together.  It had shocked her so much then that she had broken up
their love affair and married a different man.  Could it be that Kelly was
actually going to do it in the presence of all these people, to be
recorded in video-tape?
     In another half-second, her question was answered for her ... in the
affirmative!  With a contented purr, the sexually aggressive actress
trailed the soft moistness of her lips across the flat muscular plane of
his stomach, coming nearer and nearer to the object of her interest.
Rich's eyes rolled back in his head as her hot lizard-like tongue darted
out tormentingly, flickering at the hardened moist surface of his cock and
causing his hips to jerk involuntarily.  Despite her horror at the
perversity and obscenity of the situation, Lynn found that she could still
admire the acting skill of the two participants in this lewd drama.  In
her mind, she was half-convinced that Rich was terrified of being
emasculated by the Royal Surgeon, and Kelly was really a lusty savage
queen.
     Rich jerked again and now there was no question that this queen was
closing in on him and actually intended to commit this sordid depraved
act.  Lynn had overheard men joking about 'blowjobs' but it had never
occurred to her that she would ever witness such a thing under such
morally corrupted circumstances.  But Kelly had gone too far now to have
any thought of backing out.
     "You have been a disobedient servant," she informed the trembling
male slave, her voice now unnaturally low and husky with gathering
passion.  "For your punishment, I am going to suck you dry!"  And with a
sudden skillful lunge, he head dropped forward, one hand snaking around
behind his back to hold the man's strong flexed buttocks while the other
hand circled his long thick hardness.  With a sadistic chuckle, the woman
parted her wetly glistening lips and enclosed the head of his cock in the
warm sanctuary of her mouth.
     Lynn swallowed nervously as she watched with horrified fascination,
uncomfortably aware that the sexuality of the scene was spreading quickly
around the room like an epidemic of some incurable disease.  Behind the
camera, Phil Agard adjusted his pants awkwardly to hide the almost painful
erection which had been provoked by what was happening before his eyes.
Lynn realized that her own little bud-like nipples were expanding
inexorably and uncontrollably, trying desperately to poke through the
tightly woven fabric of her costume.  To her shame, she also felt the
orgiastic juices in her body---still seething from her earlier self-
arousal---were beginning to flow, dampening the smooth creamy flesh between
her firmly trembling thighs, despite the fact that she kept assuring
herself mentally that all of this was sinful and depraved.
     But Kelly was paying no attention to anything except the business at
hand, sucking away energetically as if her life depended upon it, and Rich
was slowly losing what there was left of his self-control, his hips
beginning to jerk back and forth convulsively as the woman's tongue lashed
his poor tormented cock into a lather of excitement.  Lynn watched,
hypnotized, as Kelly's heavily quivering breasts jiggled and danced on her
heaving chest while her head bobbed up and down over the man's wildly
pulsating cock.  Her hands on his iron-hard buttocks, she was urging him
to move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to treat her
delicately ovaled mouth as if it were simply another cunt which could be
fucked and abused any way he wanted to.  She was inviting him to pour the
hot sticky liquid from his loins deep into her throat and fill her mouth
with cum until she overflowed!
     The slave had been slow to get the idea, but once he understood
precisely what his queen wanted, he went to work with rough enthusiasm,
his hands sliding into her long brown hair as he pulled her head back and
forth in front of him.
     Rich groaned unintelligibly, making Lynn wonder for a moment whether
he was simply acting or whether this whole business was really starting to
get to him.  After all, film or no film his hard thrusting cock was still
stuck brutally between the tightly-clasped lips of a real live woman who
was doing her damnedest to stimulate him to the utmost.  Perhaps the two
of them had already forgotten that this whole scene had been organized by
Phil and Lenny; maybe they were ignoring the cameras and electric lights
and were now both lost in a private sexual fantasy world of their own
where Kelly was no longer a make-believe queen but a real one, and Rich
was not an actor doing a role but a slave!
     As the depraved brunette actress sensed that she was winning her
obscene battle, Kelly intensified her efforts, sucking his massively
throbbing cock a little harder and moving forward to take as much of it
into her throat as possible.  Lynn felt certain that she was going to
start gagging and choking any minute now, but miraculously she continued
to suck away on it happily with sounds of intense masochistic pleasure
erupting from her cock-stuffed mouth.
     Deep inside the actor's body, great swirling clouds of heat were
building up as he looked down at the strained contorted face of the ripe
splendidly-built woman who was kneeling submissively at his feet.  In the
back of his head, Rich knew perfectly well that this was merely a scene in
a dirty movie, and one for which he could expect to be well paid, but like
every good actor, the young man had the capacity to forget about reality
while he was making a film or a video-tape and lose himself completely in
whatever part he was supposed to be playing.
     The hard-bodied, handsome young actor was not in the slightest
embarrassed at the idea of having this perverse sexual act performed upon
him in the presence of another woman and a dozen other men; in fact, he
had very nearly forgotten about them.  All he could think about at the
moment was the searing burning sensation caused by his semen as it started
to work its way out of the depths of his nakedly pumping body, moving
slowly at first and then much faster and rushing explosively down through
his testicles and out the long narrow channel in his wildly jerking penis.
     He gasped as the spasm hit him with all its force, tightening his
grip on Kelly's head out of some wild irrational fear that she would pull
away from him just as his churning hot cum swamped her mouth, spoiling
everything just when he wanted it to be perfect.  The heated white cum
spurted out of him in long powerful waves, apparently destined to go on
forever, but the lust-stricken brunette actress made no attempt to avoid
her degenerate fate.
     Indeed, Kelly gave every indication of enjoying it enormously, and
Lynn watched with dumbfounded amazement as the older woman sucked wildly
away as he came brutally into the warm wetness of her open throat, her
Adam's Apple bobbing furiously as she endeavored to swallow every drop of
the lust-inciting fluid he was pumping so ruthlessly into her mouth.
Coughing a little as she choked on the sperm, hums and mewls of slavish
masochistic pleasure emerged from the queen's cum-filled mouth.
     As she had threatened to do, Kelly had sucked her disobedient servant
dry, but it was clear to everyone that she had not quite finished with him
yet.  Lynn's poor mind went into orbit as she realized that this was not
the end of this torrid depraved drama, but that there was to be a second
act which would begin almost as soon as the first had finished.  Kelly
never let up for a minute, persistently continuing to run her lithe active
tongue over his jerking, slowly-deflating instrument until she had cleaned
away the last remnants of hot sticky cum, but the kneeling actress
obviously was still far from satisfied.
     Using her hands skillfully, the heavy breasted woman began to chaff
his poor tired cock, pulling the skin back as far as it would go and
exposing all of the red palpitating gland to the torments of her wetly
lashing tongue.  Lynn could see the surprise on Rick's face as his
exhausted penis began to react once again to the intensity of the
stimulation she was giving him, struggling to rise one more time despite
the fact that he had just finished a powerful body-shaking orgasm.
     And he was going to make it!  Bit by bit, the long heavy shaft of the
actor's manhood rose to the challenge, straightening and hardening once
again until it stood tall and proud before him, precisely as if he had not
had a sexual experience in a month.
     "Now, that you have learned your lesson, slave," Kelly grinned at
him, traces of his sticky white cum still clinging to her lips, "I will
give you the opportunity to please your queen.  Perhaps if your little
friend watches carefully, she will learn how a monarch is to be treated,
and I will hand her over to the king for further lessons!"
     Lynn blanched at this direct reference to her and noticed that the
television camera was focused on her face to record her reaction.  She
looked horrified at the notion of being handed over to anyone, which was
apparently appropriate for the scene they were supposed to be playing
since even the sinister director managed to smile sympathetically in her
direction.
     "Come!" commanded the queen, lying back on the floor with her legs
lasciviously parted and her arms stretched out invitingly.  "Come and show
me that you are worth more than a life of slavery.  Make me happy and you
win your freedom!  "
     His manhood fully restored, Rick wasted no time in complying with
this depraved order, dropping quickly to his knees between her widely-
spread legs and allowing his muscular young body to fall forward on
Kelly's full ripe breasts.
     "Oh, that feels so nice!" the queen commented as his nakedly powerful
body crushed into hers, pinning her helplessly to the floor.  Now there
was no longer any question of queen and slave, but the age-old picture of
man dominating woman, and the television camera zoomed in to study their
two lewdly writhing bodies as they sprawled and grappled on the floor like
a pair of wildly rutting animals.  Kelly's fingernails trailed ruthlessly
across the broad expanse of his back, but if Rick noticed the discomfort,
he gave no visible sign of it.  Instead, he expertly slid his hands
beneath the two flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, lifting her clear off
the floor with his bulging biceps and gracefully gliding his massively
erect cock into her warmly inviting vaginal crevice as if they had
rehearsed this bizarre movement for months.
     Rick was taking his time, letting the cameras follow his every
movement as he ran the heavy, red-tipped rod of his glistening penis
torturously up and down the length of her widespread cuntal slit, knowing
that this lecherous maneuver was turning her on and taking the opportunity
to torment this haughty queen and pay her back for all the humiliations
she had heaped upon him.
     Nor was Kelly slow to react.  Her ripely rounded buttocks were
rotating around in desperate circles while her smooth creamy thighs locked
around the back of his hard muscular thighs, as if she were trying to
force him into her shamelessly aroused body by brute force.
     "Now, slave, now!" she groaned, giving the impression of being half
out of her mind with unsatisfied lust, and covering the actor's handsome
face with wet hungry kisses while her anxiously grinding pelvis ground
inexorably into his.  Obviously, she could wait no longer.  The sex-
maddened woman reached down abruptly between their two straining bodies,
and she caught his thick tormenting cock in a death-grip, hauling it
forcibly between the hair-lined lips of her hotly moistened cuntal opening
and driving it into her almost against her will.  There was no question
about it; Kelly was still the queen, and she still possessed the power to
make this particular slave do what she wanted.
     But by this point, Rick was beyond resistance.  Accepting the
inevitable with a cheerful grin, he crashed forward with a violence that
made Lynn tremble, and both of the actors simultaneously were forced to
groan aloud as Kelly's warm, elastic-like sheath slipped wetly around the
pulsating hard shaft of his rock-like penis.  A real professional at this
kind of lewd exhibition, Kelly had achieved extraordinary control over the
internal muscles of her cunt, and she was able to adapt herself easily to
a man of almost any size.  Rick's massively thick cock was unusually big,
in fact, he was gigantic as far as Kelly was concerned, but actors
selected for this kind of work were normally larger than average, and the
'queen' was accustomed to handling heavy duty equipment, squeezing back at
the young actor fiercely and attempting to give as good as she got.
     The actor's long bulbous cock raced up through the already lubricated
passageway of her heatedly throbbing vagina, sliding easily through the
soft yielding tissue as he thrust himself forward with the determination
to bury his manhood in her narrow clasping hole with one bone-jarring
brutalizing push.  Lynn shuddered involuntarily as she observed this
wildly erotic and indecent scene, hearing Rick's heavy hair-covered balls
slap brutally against the upturned, unprotected flesh of the actress's
ass.  She was hopelessly skewered like a chicken on a spit, and for a
moment, the tables had now been completely turned.  The queen was no
longer in charge of what was going on, and the slave was proving with a
vengeance that he was man enough to be free.
     My Lord, he's actually fucking her, thought Lynn, blushing a little
as she found herself slipping into Phil's vile vulgar vocabulary and using
the obscene word in her head.  There's no question about it, she realized,
this is going to be absolutely pornographic!  But who ever heard of a
pornographic video-tape?  Where on earth could you sell such a thing?
     Lynn kept telling herself to be calm and collected, but this entire
sordid experience was upsetting her profoundly, and her eyes widened with
dismay as she watched Rick's hard, relentless instrument rhythmically
appearing and disappearing between Kelly's lasciviously widespread thighs.
Wondering how she even dared think such a vile thought, the young wife
tried to imagine what it would be like to be taken brutally and publicly
in this fashion, fucked half-to-death by a perfect stranger while a gang
of lewd television technicians stood around and watched.
     To her eternal shock, she found that the idea excited her enormously,
even though she was naturally scandalized at the same time with the
degeneracy and perversity of what Kelly was doing.  She tried to
discipline her wandering mind, but her self-control had been weakened by
the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed, and helplessly she found herself
mentally changing places with the actress, stretching out naked on the
floor to allow the lusty performer to pummel and pound her mercilessly
just as he was doing to Phil's nakedly writhing wife.
     Kelly was moaning constantly and Lynn began to suspect that this was
not one hundred percent acting simply for the benefit of the cameras.  No
woman alive, no matter what the circumstances, could have taken that
amount of lewd and unnatural stimulation for this period of time without
eventually surrendering and becoming aroused.  No, those cries and mewls
of pleasure and submission were too real to be simulated for a TV camera.
Kelly Agard was becoming more fiercely turned on by the minute.
     "Ohhhhhhhhh!  Fuck it!  Fuck it harder!" the brunette groaned,
muttering all the filthy obscene words that came to mind as she raced
towards her climax.  The actor never gave her a moment to recover,
thrusting into her with all the strength in his tawny unrelenting body.
     "I'm cummmmmmming!" Kelly gasped suddenly like a woman announcing a
history-making event.  "I'm cumming!" she repeated a second time, almost
as if she were talking to herself, or trying to convince them of some
incredible fact.  Her mouth was wide open with ecstatic abandon and
instinctively she pulled her thighs even further back, offering up to the
savagely fucking actor the whole of her pink, wetly clasping vaginal slit
like some strange pagan sacrifice.  A trickle of saliva dripped lewdly
from the woman's open mouth and her eyes seemed to wander around the room,
unseeing and glazed, as if she were drugged.
     Lynn could hardly bring herself to believe that all this was really
true and a horrified shudder ran through her aroused body as she watched
the older woman race up to the heights of an incredibly powerful orgasm.
A virtual scream escaped from Kelly's lips as the spasm shook her nakedly
voluptuous frame, and Rick had to struggle to hold onto her abandonedly
writhing body as the violent climax shook the woman's heart and soul.
     Nor was the actor far behind her.  Despite the fact that he had given
his all just a few minutes before, the excitement of the situation had re-
charged his sexual batteries, and the tough internal muscles of her wildly
milking cunt clamped down on his rampaging cock, forcing him to cry out as
the hot fiery cum began spurting into the hidden untouched recesses of her
womb.  A sudden hush fell over the room as he creamed into her with all
his might, practically bending the sweat-drenched woman in two as he
labored over her, trying to make this a cum she would remember all her
life.
     Kelly's legs went limp all of a sudden, and a cry of total happiness
and relief issued sensuously from her lips.  Rick groaned his way through
the last seconds Of his orgasm and then collapsed on top of her, his body
completely spent.
     "Cut!" yelled Lenny, the director, chomping on a fresh cigar as he
signaled the cameramen to switch off their machines.  "Looked real good,
kids," he told Kelly and Rick, who were now gradually disengaging their
tired bodies from one another.  Lynn relaxed a little, her mind in a blur
and her eyes watching Rick's slowly deflating cock gradually withdrawing
from Kelly's battered and bruised body.  The trembling young wife
continued to stare at the penis, now soft and glistening.  Suddenly, she
realized that the director was talking to her.
     "You did okay for a non-professional, baby," he was assuring her.
'You got a good body and a lot of facial expression!  We can use you again
if you feel like picking up some spare change.  See ya around."
     Lynn looked at him blankly for a moment and nodded dumbly, even
though she had no intention of ever coming anywhere near this studio again
as long as she lived.  Rick rolled off of Kelly's voluptuous body and sat
up rubbing his stomach.
     "All that fucking makes me hungry," he announced, as if nothing had
happened.



                            Chapter 3

     "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 1 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 Mesh 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 m ore 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.
     "0kay, 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 t 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.



                            Chapter 4

     Lynn headed for the bedroom as soon as she heard Matt's car pull out
of the alleyway and head off down the street, knowing that she was already
late and hoping Phil would not be angry.  She was ashamed of the thought,
but for some reason, the young wife was enormously happy that her husband
was gone.  He had been home for three days and by the end of the second
day, she had begun to find his presence almost unbearable.  Perhaps it was
her own guilt feelings, or the fact that she now had even more shameful
secrets to keep from her husband, but whatever the cause of the tension,
he had seemed like an absolute stranger to her, and the young blonde-
haired woman had been delighted to find out that Phil Agard had scheduled
him for another business trip.
     Darting into the bedroom, she began stripping off her clothing as
fast as she could, wondering how much time she would have to dress before
the taxi would arrive at the front door and start beeping its horn.  As
soon as she was totally naked, the lithe full-breasted young woman rushed
into the bathroom to wash, and do her hair and then came racing out again
to get into the new clothing which Agard had sent over and wanted her to
wear tonight.
     Catching sight of herself stark naked in the mirror, she paused for a
moment, deciding that it was foolish to run herself into a tizzy.  If she
was a few minutes late, what difference did it make?  And she could afford
to let the taxi man wait, since Agard was picking up the tab.  She gazed
at her sensual young body in the mirror, wondering a little over the fact
that this body had gotten her into so much trouble.  Maybe she would have
been better off had she grown up flat-chested with a flabby lumpish figure
that no man would look at twice!  It was difficult to understand, at least
for a woman, how two full ripe breasts, a narrow yielding waist, a light
brown triangular patch of pubic hair, and a pair of long slender legs
could arouse men the way they did.  To her, it seemed like standard
equipment and nothing more.  The girl shrugged, deciding not to worry any
more about the mysteries of life, and reached into the box which Phil had
had delivered to examine the dress she was supposed to wear to the
presentation tonight.
     She held the garment up in front of her and turned her attention
again to the mirror.  It was nothing!  Phil had undoubtedly paid a fortune
for this dress, and there was hardly enough material in it to make a
decent sized handkerchief.  And he had firmly ordered her to wear nothing
under it but the tiniest pair of panties she could find and absolutely no
brassiere.  Why didn't he simply tell her to come naked and be done with
it!
     Lynn was feeling unusually depressed and irritable as she climbed
into the skimpy flimsy garment, resolving that if anyone so much as looked
at her cross-eyed tonight, she was going to give them a piece of her mind.
For a twenty-five year old housewife, it seemed to her that she had an
unusual number of problems to worry about.  First, of course, there was
this whole business with Agard and his gang of filthy pornographers.
Except for asking her to attend this party tonight, they had said nothing
about the future, but Lynn knew that Phil Agard had other plans for her,
and that every time she took part in one of his lewd undertakings, she was
wrapping herself ever more securely in his web of sin.  If he chose to use
the video-tape they had just made as blackmail against her, what could she
do?
     But aside from that, she was worried about her relationship with her
husband.  Matt had come home from his last trip just the same as always,
and they had gone to bed together as normal.  Matt had made love to her,
patiently and gently as was his custom, but this time, she had felt
absolutely nothing!  Her husband seemed to prefer the missionary position,
and frequently made love to her while wearing his pajamas, and the whole
business had seemed faintly tiresome and boring.  Somehow, everything had
changed since that horrible night, and she was now afraid that normal
sexual relations were no longer enough for her.  She knew perfectly well
that she had been wildly excited that night with Rich and Jay, despite the
fact that what they had done was wicked and perverse.  And she realized
that the same innocent embraces of her husband were no longer turning her
on at all.  What did this mean?
     There was a honking out in the street and Lynn Langley realized that
the taxi had arrived.  Now in a hurry, she slipped quickly into the dress
which Agard had provided for her and zipped it up the back.  The garment
barely covered the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks and she
realized that she would have to be careful about bending over in this kind
of an outfit.  To top it all, the neckline was scooped daringly low,
exposing the ripe tempting contours of her high-set breasts and the fabric
of the dress itself was so thin that the outline of each turgid little
nipple was clearly visible.  Feeling like a cheap prostitute, Lynn seized
her purse and left the house, hoping none of the neighbors would catch a
glimpse of her dressed in this scandalous fashion.

                           *    *    *

     "There's the girl now," Phil Agard whispered to the tall gaunt man in
his late fifties who was the biggest buyer and distributor of porno-tapes
and films in the state.  "A knock-out, isn't she?"
     "She's got all the tickets," admitted the buyer, gazing admiringly in
Lynn's direction.  "I like the innocent girlish look she has, and the body
is a sensation!  Is her hair natural?"
     "Yeah, she's a blonde all the way down," confirmed Agard proudly.
"It's a bitch, isn't it, when you get a really bleached blonde on top and
jet-black pussy hair!  And Lynn's body is smooth and athletic too," he
added.  "None of that wobbly fat."
     "And you've got her under contract?" inquired the buyer carefully.
     "Yeah, in a manner of speaking," Phil nodded convincingly, thinking
that he had better sit down with Lynn at the first opportunity and get her
to sign on the dotted line.  "She works for me and nobody else."
     "I wasn't thinking of taking her away from you, Phil," laughed the
distributor, "because my days of making flicks are over.  But there's a
lot of money wrapped up in this contract.  If the girl is working for you,
it'll probably be worthwhile; but if she should decide to quit, then we'll
both have problems.  You know, the business has changed since I first
started doing films.  Nowadays, the kind of person who buys a video-tape
to play on his television set at home is a different breed of cat.  He
likes a little style, a little gracefulness, and you can't palm off some
forty-year old lady with wrinkles and a spare tire.  He's spending good
money for a tape and he wants something he can show his friends or his
girl without embarrassment.  But I'd say that our Miss Langley here fits
the bill perfectly.  God, what tits that girl's got!"
     "I can arrange a private showing, if you'd like," Phil offered
gallantly.  "After Lynn's had a few drinks, we normally find she's pretty
manageable, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind showing you the merchandise.
On a strictly business basis, naturally."
     "Naturally," responded the distributor, his voice heavy with sudden
lust, unable to drag his eyes off the tall blonde woman on the other side
of the room.

                           *    *    *

     Lynn caught sight of Kelly talking animatedly to Lenny near the bar
and she walked over to join her.  She did not particularly feel like
conversing with either one of them, but they seemed to be the only people
in the room she knew, and everyone else seemed to be looking at her as if
she had two heads.
     "Hello, beautiful," the director, welcomed her, handing her a drink
and slipping his arm into hers.  "Well, how does it feel to be the hit of
the evening?"
     "I don't understand," confessed the girl unhappily.  "Phil just told
me that there was a party here tonight, and that it was important for me
to be here.  Why am I suddenly the hit of the evening?"
     "This isn't just a normal party," explained Kelly Agard kindly.
"Phil got together a group of distributors and buyers who are going to
handle our films and let them have a sneak preview ..."
     "Oh God, you mean all these people have seen that ..."
     "Yeah, and they loved it," interrupted Lenny, staring boldly down the
front of her dress as he spoke.  "Phil's got a half-dozen good offers
already, and we've got the financing we need to go ahead with a full
production schedule.  Starring you, naturally."
     So that's his game, thought Lynn, her worst suspicions now confirmed.
But instead of protesting immediately, she decided to bide her time and
see if there was not some way to avoid becoming Agard's slave for the rest
of her life.
     "Ah, there you are!" called the producer himself from across the
room.  "Lynn baby, come on over and meet an old friend of mine!"
     Forcing a smile onto her face, Lynn obeyed and walked up to the tall
gaunt man who was standing beside her ex-lover.
     "Elton, I want you to meet the hottest little number in the skin-
flick industry," said Agard boastfully.  "Lynn, this is Elton James, who's
going to handle all the distribution problems for our new little
enterprise.  Elton here has the contacts to put you into more television
sets than Ed Sullivan ever dreamed of.  Isn't she lovely, Elton?"
     "Certainly is," agreed the distributor, inspecting her as if she were
a race horse on sale.  "I think we're going to make a lot of money with
this young lady."
     "We've learned a lot since Lenny and I started this new venture,"
enthused Phil to his former mistress.  "Lenny did a marvelous job of
directing, even though we've only done a couple of those things.  The
scenes of you and the two guys were simply fantastic!  I was ready to cum
in my pants, just watching it!"
     Lynn blushed furiously at this crude compliment, knowing that Phil
would be enraged if she did not play along with the sales job he was doing
on this distributor.  Without responding, she drained her drink, and Phil
instantly refilled it.
     They're trying to get me drunk as usual, she told herself accurately.
And why the hell not?  I don't seem to have much to say about anything any
more.
     As she was meditating on the unhappiness of her situation, their
group was enlarged by the addition of Kelly and Lenny.  Elton James lit a
cigarette and cleared his throat for attention.
     "Okay, I guess we have all the principals here," he began.  "As an
old and successful hand in this business, and someone who knows the market
pretty well, I'd like to give you folks some advice for your future
efforts.  Now what we saw tonight showed a lot of promise and talent, but
there's room for improvement.  Video-tape is a lot different from regular
film, and a television set isn't a motion picture screen, so you have to
adapt your technique to the medium.  Make your scenes smaller and more
intimate and use a lot more close-ups.  You've got a marvelous young chick
here with good clear unwrinkled skin, so move in tight with that camera
and let us see what she's got to offer."
     Phil and Lenny looked at each other and nodded, neither man being too
proud to accept advice from a real pro, particularly since he was going to
make them all rich by purchasing their product.
     "Now as far as your action is concerned, you've got a lot of liberty
because these days practically anything goes," the expert continued his
lecture.  "The standard boy-on-top-of-girl-on-bottom scene isn't too
effective because the viewer basically can't see anything.  What you need
for this next film is more of the 'sixty-nine' stuff with real good close-
ups showing exactly what's going on and where.  That kind of thing really
turns a viewer on.  And don't be afraid of the wild stuff either!  You
know what I mean, Phil, and if you don't, I'll explain later."
     Lynn didn't know what he meant by 'wild stuff' and the phrase worried
her a little.  As he spoke, Elton James was strolling across the room,
forcing the others to trip along behind him if they wished to hear what he
was saying.  From the general direction of his stroll, Lynn guessed that
he was heading for the bedroom, wanting to hold his conference in a little
more privacy.
     When they were out of the main room and away from the noise of people
talking, laughing and drinking, the distributor turned and faced the group
again with more advice.  Lynn downed her fifth or sixth drink of the
evening and felt a little unsteady on her feet, but no longer quite so
worried about the future.  The alcohol was starting to relax her body, and
she felt less embarrassed about appearing so scantily dressed in front of
all these people,.  After all, all the technicians at the studio had seen
her stark naked!  Why should she be concerned about a skimpy dress which
showed a little too much behind and bosom?
     "Now, there's another point you might remember, Lenny," James
lectured on, giving the director a friendly smile.  "You're not
approaching this girl's body properly with your camera.  You should pan in
gently, giving the viewer a chance to see all of her, tits and pussy
included, and then zero in on whatever it is you want to emphasize.  And
you, little lady, have got to learn to hold still a little bit while the
camera is on you.  The film we just saw was beautiful, but during the
early section of the rape scene, you were jerking around so much that
you're liable to give your viewer a headache trying to keep track of you."
     Lynn longed to explain that she had not known in advance what was
going to happen to her and had no intention of ever doing it again, but
she caught a dangerous look in Phil's eyes and decided to keep her mouth
shut.  All he had to do, she knew perfectly well, was to show that film to
Matt and her entire life would come tumbling down around her ears.
     "Now who's going to be your male lead in this next flick?" James
wanted to know.
     "We were thinking about using Rick again," explained Kelly.  "He
played opposite me when we shot the first sequence in the slave girl
thing."
     "Good, get him, will you?  I'll show you a couple of techniques you
might be able to use."
     Lynn helped herself to another drink and lit a cigarette while Lenny
went out into the main room looking for Rick, who had last been seen
eating peanuts over by the bar and chatting up the girl who was serving
the drinks.  Lynn had no idea what kind of 'techniques' James wanted to
explain, but she understood this business well enough by now to expect the
worst.  Rick came in, smiled at everyone, kissed Kelly and Lynn and shook
hands with Mr. James.
     "Okay, now in the clinches, you should always have Lynn's body at an
angle, otherwise you lose all the effect," the distributor explained.
     "I don't follow you," questioned Lenny dubiously.
     "Okay, look, we'll demonstrate," offered the tall serious man,
reaching out and taking Lynn gently by the arm.  "You stand here, honey,
and Rick, you come over here and put your arms around her."
     Lynn gulped the last half of her drink, feeling her head fairly
spinning and hoped that she would not be called upon to do or say anything
complicated which would reveal to everyone that she was already thoroughly
drunk.  Rick came obediently forward and put his muscular arms around Lynn
as directed, and the young housewife suddenly felt warm and comforted as
the handsome actor held her.
     "Okay ... now ... well, you really can't see what I'm trying to
demonstrate this way.  Kelly, will you help Lynn slip out of her dress?
Pretty as it is, it hides too much of what we're trying to illustrate
here."
     Had James told her to take off her dress, the dazzled, intoxicated
young wife would probably have objected, but the fact that he had told
Kelly to take it off for her made a subtle difference somehow, as if the
question of undressing in front of these people was no longer her
responsibility.  She lifted her arms with submissive obedience and allowed
the producer's wife to draw the dress over her head, leaving her clad
merely in a tiny transparent pair of bikini style panties which offered
very little in the way of protection for her modesty.  Rick decided that
he had better undress at the same time, and within half a minute, the man
and the woman stood facing each other, dressed only in their shorts.
     "Good, now take her in your arms," James instructed, and the actor
obeyed, once again putting his powerful arms around the girl's frail
shoulders.
     "Right, now pull back just a little, so that you show this breast
completely ...  Get it Lenny?  The way you were doing it in your flick,
the viewer gets cheated out of seeing her tits during the scene, and this
young lady has tits worth seeing!"  To illustrate exactly what he meant,
James put one arm around Lynn's creamy white shoulders, turning her
slightly to one side and then placing his hand boldly on the warmly
quivering flesh of her right breast, arranging it the way he wanted it.
"Oh, another thing, have Lynn take off her brassiere at least an hour
before you start to shoot, or you'll have bra strap markings still showing
on her skin.  Is this boring you, or are some of these suggestions
helpful?"
     "Hell yes," replied Phil Agard enthusiastically while Lenny nodded in
agreement.  "Lenny and I know a lot about television, but not much about
this kind of work.  We're happy to learn whatever we can."
     "Good, I'm glad you feel that way because I think the two of you make
a successful team.  Now in the tape we screened tonight, you had an oral-
genital scene, as I recall; but it was supposed to be a rape scene so the
clumsiness didn't matter much.  But in your next effort, you're certainly
going to want a couple of shots of a blow job where the girl is at least a
little bit willing to do it.  Do you know how to handle that sort of
thing, Lynn?"
     Suddenly realizing that he was talking to her, the young wife blushed
to the roots of her long blonde hair, but Phil---who knew from personal
experience what the truth of the matter was---answered for her.
     "I suspect that Lynn could use some pointers on this sort of thing,
Elton," he advised seriously.  "You'll find that she's a real fast
learner."  As he spoke he shot her a glance which told her very clearly
that she had better cooperate or face the consequences.  Lynn was too
overpowered by the circumstances and too woozy from drink to object to
anything at this point and so she simply nodded, wondering how James
intended to teach her the fine points of oral intercourse.
     "Rick, do you mind putting on a free performance?" inquired the
distributor of films, as easily as he might ask for a cigarette.
     "Are you kidding?" laughed the actor happily.  "I ought to be paying
you!"  And without the slightest trace of embarrassment, the tall blond
actor removed his shorts, exposing himself quite proudly to the two women
in the room.  His penis was in the relaxed state, hanging quite naturally
between his muscular thighs, but Lynn remembered clearly what it had
looked like when it was erect and ready for action, and she shuddered at
the recollection.
     "All right, Lynn," Mr. James continued as if he were conducting a
class.  "Now let's imagine a scene for you to enact.  Let's say that our
friend Rick here is a sadist, and he's just beaten you into submission in
order to get you to allow him to penetrate you orally.  You're willing to
do it only to avoid another beating, but once you get started, you really
go to town on him, sort of for revenge.  Now imagine I'm the camera, and
please recall that everything you do has to be played to me.  Okay, down
on your knees in front of him, please."
     Lynn shot a quick glance at her former lover, pleading with her eyes
to be spared from this awful humiliation, but all she found in Phil's face
was mild amusement and the beginnings of a lusty feeling.  There was no
help to be expected from this quarter, and Lynn had come to the conclusion
that Kelly had some latent homosexual tendencies and actually enjoyed
seeing a younger and more beautiful woman tormented in this degenerate
fashion.  No, there was no way out.  If she refused Phil's merest request,
he could end all chance of happiness in life for her by means of a quick
telephone call to Matt.
     She went down on her knees, just as Kelly Agard had done the first
day of shooting when Lynn had made her entrance into this vile depraved
business.  Rick's heavily swaying cock jerked a little as he felt her hot
breath on the thick leathery foreskin, and he took a step closer to move
his groin up against her face.
     "Good, but the two of you are forgetting where the camera is," James
reminded them.  "I know this is fun, but don't lose track of the fact that
you're making a movie."
     Rick shifted his posture slightly so that the 'camera' could get a
full view of his long, but still flaccid instrument.
     "Good, now go to work, Lynn, but take your time.  You've got to
arouse this man, or he's going to take the whip to you again.  And
remember to keep your face turned so we can see you.  Good clear distinct
movements, remember?"
     Oh, this is really too much, the humiliated girl told herself in
absolute misery.  How did they get me into this disgusting position?  They
never gave me a chance to draw the line and refuse to go any further, and
now it had come to this: lessons in sexual perversion!
     And what could she do about it?  Nothing, she realized with a growing
sense of despair.  If she angered Mr. James and ruined Phil's chances of
making this sale, Agard would certainly find a way to get even with her.
And besides, she would look totally ridiculous if she started getting
prudish at this point.  If she objected to this kind of thing, why had she
come to the party in the first place, wearing that shameful dress?
Besides, Kelly had done this terrible business and gone out afterward to
eat a pizza.  If she refused now, they would think she was nuts.  Besides,
even though she found it difficult to admit to herself, she was beginning
to feel the tingles of lusty excitement starting to grow in the base of
her spine and shooting into her stomach like little shocks of electric
current.
     So she did as she was told and went to work, feeling the strange
quivering sensation spread deep in her belly as she ran her full wet lips
lightly over the surface of Rick's hard muscular groin just above the
forest of brown pubic hair.  With her hands, she reached up and grasped
his warm limp penis, gently stimulating it by rubbing the foreskin back
and forth over the red-tipped bulbous glad until she felt the organ begin
to twitch as Rick became aroused.
     Once this process was underway, there was no holding it back, and
Rick's eagerly throbbing cock popped up as if it had suddenly come to
life.  There was an amused murmur of comment from the observers, and the
actor flashed a proud grin around the room.  Lynn, having some difficulty
focusing her eyes because of the alcohol, studied the massively heated
object she held before her like a conductor's baton.
     "Come on, baby, use those beautiful lips," urged the porno-actor from
above her, moving his loins even closer to her face so that his long hard
penis was aimed at her half-open like a cannon about to fire.
     "Go to it, honey," commanded James in a calm voice.  "But remember
your camera angles."
     Gradually a change began to settle over Lynn's fogged mind, and a
deep sense of slavish masochistic resignation began to settle over her.
All right, she told herself.  Do what they want; don't fight any longer.
Enjoy it if you can, whore!
     Her decision made, Lynn leaned forward, her tongue flickering lewdly
out to touch the lust-swollen head of his impatiently pulsating cock.
Rick jumped at the sudden spine-tingling contact, and James moved up
closer, still pretending to be the camera and wanting to see everything.
The others stood around smoking and drinking, all behaving very seriously
as if this were a scientific experiment of the utmost importance.  Lynn
circled her wetly darting tongue around the man's smooth rubbery flesh,
forcing a groan from his lips, and she tormented the tiny opening of the
gland at the end of his long rigid shaft, already moist from the miniature
droplets of seminal fluid oozing from the interior.
     But Rick was a clean person, and to her surprise, she found that
there was nothing really distasteful physically about what she was being
obliged to do.  Humiliation and shame were both there, of course, but she
tried to blank out her mind and concentrate on the whispered instructions
coming from James.
     "Use your hands, baby, that's it," he counseled and the trembling
young girl raised her hands to his thick towering cock.  Tenderly she
cupped the softly swaying balls, pulling on them gently and teasingly.
The other hand crept to the base of his visibly throbbing penis where she
stroked the thick brown hair which bloomed in the man's crotch and
caressed the length of his long hardness while she continued to delight
him by kissing and licking the blood-filled spongy tip at the other end.
     "Pull the skin down," advised James, hovering over her like an
anxious parent and watching as she slavishly obeyed, gently tugging on the
foreskin of his jerking uncircumcised penis and drawing it down to leave
the large bulbous tip naked against the softness of her tongue.  She
kissed it with wetly parted lips and then slowly began to insert it
directly into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth a little at a time.
     "Oh Christ, you're driving me mad!" Rick groaned, the eyes rolling
back in his head as crazy rippling sensations began racing up and down the
base of his spine and shooting up to the back of his neck.  Rick was an
experienced actor in sex films, but there was something so extremely
abnormal about this particular situation that it was turning him on
powerfully.  For one thing, he knew perfectly well that Lynn was not just
another aspiring porno-star.  She was an innocent little girl who had
somehow gotten involved in this degenerate business by mistake and was
clearly being held in it against her will and better judgment.
     "Suck harder," he pleaded, not knowing whether this was precisely
what James had in mind or not, and not really caring.  "Ahhhhh, Lynn, your
mouth is like butter!"
     Again, the blackmailed young wife did as she was told, feeling the
excitement slowly mount within her own nakedly kneeling body and shivering
with masochistic joy at the idea of her mouth being used as a receptacle
for this man's vile semen.  There was something so depraved and perverse
about the situation that it was impossible not to be excited by it, and
she could sense that the others were becoming steadily aroused as well.
     Now she put her heart into it, sucking on him like a woman possessed
and slashing her tongue agilely back and forth across the tip of his thick
meaty cock as it rammed relentlessly in and out of her face.  His hands
crept into her hair, and no one was paying any attention to James any more
or spending any time worrying about camera angles.  Eventually the
distributor gave up trying to give advice and contented himself with
watching this lurid drama unfold before him.
     "It's cumming," groaned the actor, his voice low and husky with
passion.  "Any minute now!"
     The two of them seemed like candidates for an insane asylum by this
point.  Rick, his hands holding her head tightly before him lest she try
to escape at the critical moment, was fucking ruthlessly into her mouth,
and the girl's hands had snaked around behind him to pull his muscular
buttocks forward, urging him to skewer deeper and deeper into her cruelly-
stretched mouth while mewls and hums of passionate masochistic acceptance
erupted from her cock-filled throat.  The rich ripe globes of her breasts
were dancing up and down on her chest as her entire naked body jiggled
voluptuously back and forth from the violence of the actor's savage
pummeling of her delicate mouth.
     Then a deep animalistic groan erupted from between his parted lips,
and Lynn knew that he was summing at last.  Her throat gulped as the first
wave of hot sticky white liquid flowed into her, causing her cheeks to
billow out like a balloon as he filled her mouth with a never-ending
stream of his heatedly spewing semen.  The crowd around them watched her
Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she labored not to lose a drop of the
lust-inciting fluid, her wetly glistening lips forming a tight seal around
the thick shaft of his wildly ejaculating cock.
     "Don't quit until you're finished," warned James, his face almost
touching hers.  "Lick him clean!"

                           *    *    *

     Lynn locked herself in the bathroom, managing to get the door shut
behind her before the tears started streaming down her face.  Plunged into
the deepest despair she had ever experienced, the blackmailed young wife
sat on the edge of the toilet and cried piteously into a towel to muffle
the noise, hoping that no one would overhear her and realize how seriously
this was affecting her.
     Gradually, her sobs came to an end and she faced herself in the
mirror to do some repair work on her make-up which had been badly smeared
by her tears and Rick's frantically pistoning cock as it fucked in and out
of her mouth.  What now? she asked herself, studying the reflected image
of her grief-stricken face and noting that traces of Rick's cum were still
clinging obscenely to the corners of her lips.  Where exactly do you go
from here?
     What terrified the young woman more than anything else was the power
of her physical reactions to the experiences they were forcing upon her.
It would be normal for a woman to feel sentiments of shame and disgust,
and at the beginning, she had been nauseated at the vile and depraved
things they had asked her to do.  But now, all that was changing!  Despite
the perversity and sinfulness of the act she had just committed with Rick,
she could not find the slightest trace of remorse anywhere in her.
Instead, her sensually awakened body seemed to have been overpowered
completely by lust and she shivered, standing nakedly alone in the
bathroom and recalling every movement she had made a few minutes before.
     There was no question about it; they had changed her life radically
by introducing her into this world of bestiality and degradation.  Instead
of feeling dismayed and disgusted, she was excited, stimulated, aroused
... call it what you will, this girl was virtually beside herself with
unsatisfied lust!
     Someone was banging on the bathroom door.
     "Hey, don't take all day in there, Lynn," Kelly Agard called through
the thin wooden door.  "Elton James is going to show us a video-tape which
has been having a lot of success over on the East Coast.  He says there's
a lot to be learned from it!"
     "I'm coming," testified the stricken girl in a low husky voice.
"Keep your pants on."
     "I won't promise a thing!" joked Kelly lewdly as she turned away from
the door and went to join her husband in the next room.  In the meanwhile,
technicians from WRT-TV had set up a video-tape screen system, by which it
was possible to take an ordinary video-tape, made for television, and
project it on a large wide screen so that the picture could be viewed
simultaneously by a large group of people.  The other guests had already
taken their seats, and Kelly Agard joined her husband who was sitting
alone on a large sofa in the rear of the room.  "Taking a back seat,
lover?" she teased him.
     "Yeah," he responded lustily.  "Remember when we were kids, always
sitting in the back row of the movie house so we could neck without being
disturbed?"
     "I might have known you had something up your sleeve, your dirty old
man," she laughed at him.
     "I've got something up all right," he shot back at her with a
lecherous grin.  "But it's not up my sleeve.  Hey, where's the guest of
honor?"
     "I just called her," Kelly informed him.  "She was in the bathroom,
drying her maidenly tears, or finger-fucking herself, or both."
     "Poor kid," Phil Agard sympathized insincerely.  "She got excited
playing around with Rick, and then got left in the lurch without any
satisfaction."
     "You planning on helping her out, sweetheart?" purred Kelly lustily,
running her fingers through her husband's thick black hair.
     Agard chuckled in reply, and then continued seriously.
     "Listen, we can't afford to let up on that girl, not even for a
minute.  If she thinks she's scraping the bottom of the barrel now, she's
mistaken, because I've got big plans for this next flick, including some
things our Miss Lynn never dreamed of.  We've got to keep the pressure on,
breaking her willpower down bit by bit until she's putty in our hands.  If
we give her a minute to thinly for herself, she'll be out of our hands
like a light, and we'll be minus the best potential porno-actress I've
ever laid eyes on."
     "You've laid more than eyes on that little girl," Kelly reminded him
a little sharply.  "But I can't quite blame you.  If I were a man, I'd be
climbing all over her like the rest of you."
     Phil's face darkened as his wife uttered these words, a new foul idea
suddenly entering his head.
     "That's a thought," he said slowly.  "As long as we're breaking her
into the refinements of life, we might as well experiment a little in that
direction.  You never can tell, it might make an interesting flick with
the two of you working each other over.  When she comes out, we'll sit her
between us and have some fun with her during the film.  Unless I miss my
guess, Mrs. Langley is plenty stirred up right now, and James' film sure
isn't going to calm her down any.  We've got to keep her horny as hell
until we're ready to shoot.  Lynn's trouble is that she's trying to make
herself believe that she's a clean living upstanding young wife, when
underneath it all, she's a whore, and she knows she's a whore!"

                           *    *    *

Lynn put the last finishing touches on her lipstick and hair, adjusted the
scoop-necked dress to cover as much of her voluptuous body as possible,
and walked out of the bathroom to join the others for the screening of
James' film.  She knew perfectly well that they were all looking at her
expectantly, and she kept her eyes carefully focused on the ground in
front of her, not wanting to lose her balance.  The alcohol was still very
much with her, even though her drunkenness had subsided to the point where
she was able to operate without appearing intoxicated.
     The hungrily burning sensation in her belly showed no signs of going
away, however, and as she walked, her nakedly sensitive thighs rubbed
together, increasing the state of her excitement by the minute.  She had
never been so turned on in her life, and there was no relief in sight.
She could hardly go up to the first man she met and ask him to make love
to her, despite the fact that she was so stimulated now that she felt like
doing just that.
     "Hey, Lynn," she heard Agard's voice from the back of the room.
"Come and sit with us.  We haven't got any popcorn, but there's plenty of
room."
     Lynn blushed as Phil's remark drew the group's attention to her, but
the idea of sitting in the back where no one could see her was attractive,
and she sat down between Phil and his wife and settled back to watch the
movie.
     "This should be terrific," Agard advised the two women.  "Elton says
this sequence is the all-time money maker in this field.  Keep your eyes
open and maybe we can learn something."
     Lynn felt Phil's hand on her knee as the lights flicked off but she
reasoned that the TV producer could hardly try anything with his wife
sitting right there.  Someone handed her a drink and she accepted it
gratefully, despite the fact that she knew perfectly well that she had
already had more than enough to drink this evening.  Both Kelly and Phil
seemed to be sitting unnecessarily close to her, but she decided to ignore
the two of them and forget her troubles by watching the porno-film.
     The title of James' tape was 'The Mechanical Man,' and the first
scene showed a white haired, evil looking scientist working in his
laboratory.  Next to him on a table, the form of a woman's body was
clearly visible under a white cloth.  At first, Lynn thought that the girl
was intended to be dead, which struck her as rather morbid, but when the
mad scientist slowly and tantalizingly removed the cloth, the viewers saw
that the girl was still quite alive.  Naked and bound hand and foot, she
was cruelly spread-eagled on the cloth covered surface, with stout cords
securing her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table.
     "Please, doctor," came the voice on the sound track.  "Please, I'll
do anything ..."
     "Silence!" retorted the white coated sadist, grinning at her with the
expression of a madman, a heavy Germanic accent in his voice.  "You should
be proud to sacrifice your body for science, My girl!"
     Clearly in despair, the petite young woman pulled frantically at the
cords holding her to the table, the tension in her nakedly bound body
causing her small, widely-spaced breasts to flutter on her chest as she
struggled uselessly for her freedom.  Clearly visible under the
penetrating eye of the camera was the sparse turf of pubic hair between
her finely tapered legs, and the cameraman took the opportunity to zoom in
on this helpless target, giving the crowd a close-up view of the girl's
narrow hair-lined slit and the tiny rounded button of her clitoris.
     Lynn glanced at her neighbors, feeling a burst of sympathy for the
actress who had been selected for this degrading role, wondering if she
too had been tricked and deceived into participation in this foul and
degenerate video-tape.
     "Pretty wild stuff, eh?" inquired Phil lecherously, returning Lynn's
glance.  "That actress hasn't got half the equipment you do, baby.  Look
at those tiny tits of hers!"
     "Practically a boy," agreed Kelly, turning to join in this sordid
conversation.  "Nothing like these big beauties here!"
     At first, Lynn thought Kelly was referring to her own voluptuous
bosom, but the older woman unexpectedly reached out and cupped both of
Lynn's full, partially revealed breasts in her hands, giving them a
squeeze as she did so.
     "Oh, don't touch me!" whispered the young wife in alarm.  She was
getting accustomed to the idea that every man who came near her could
touch virtually anything he wanted, but having women take the same
liberties with her sensually aroused body seemed just a little too much to
accept.
     "Don't be silly, Lynn," Phil corrected her gently.  "A gal with your
looks should be happy to be admired, particularly by other women.  Now
just lean forward a minute ..."
     Confused, the young woman did as she was told, not quite
understanding what the producer had in mind.  She soon found out, for as
she leaned obediently forward, her eyes still following the action on the
screen, Agard reached deftly behind her and pulled down the zipper on her
dress, freeing her firmly ripened breasts from their confinement.
     "Why did you do that?" the girl whispered, not wanting to attract
attention from the others in the room.  After all that she had been
through, the thought of baring her naked breasts in a crowded room did not
dismay her as much as it might have previously, but she feared---correctly,
it turned out---that this was only the prelude to something really
depraved.
     "Because I felt like seeing you, lovely," responded Agard with his
usual suave manner.  "Anything wrong with that?  Besides, you're so hot, I
figured you could use some fresh air.  Don't you agree, Kelly?"
     "Certainly do," replied his wife, shifting around in her seat so that
she could survey their captive and the screen at the same time.  As the
top of Lynn's dress fell forward into her lap, Kelly's hands returned to
the attack, and the young wife felt feminine hands massaging her turgid
little nipples, tweaking and tempting them into real tense hardness.
"Hmmmmmmm, if I were a man, baby, I could go for you," Kelly assured her
crudely.
     "Don't please don't Kelly!" gasped the suddenly alarmed young girl,
wondering how many more surprises she would have to endure before the
evening was over.  "You aren't a ... a Lesbian, are you?"
     Apparently not wanting to draw any attention to themselves, the
Agard's kept their laughter down to a discreet chuckle, but there was no
question that they found her naive question amusing.
     "Kelly likes flesh, baby," Phil informed her with an evil sneer.
"Nice, warm flesh, and it doesn't make too much difference who it belongs
to.  Isn't that right, honey?"
     "Hmmmmmmmmm, I'm not going to admit anything, you dirty old man,"
Kelly Agard retorted saucily, her fingers still lewdly exploring Lynn's
ripely quivering breasts, tweaking and pinching the sensitively erect
nipples.  "Hey, look at what's happening on the screen!"
     Lynn was toying with the idea of resisting the older woman's depraved
advances, but she realized with despair that no matter what she tried to
do, the Agard family would always somehow manage to be one step ahead of
her.  So she resigned herself to the inevitable and leaned back against
the couch to follow Kelly's suggestion and watch the film.  She was so
thoroughly aroused by now that a pair of hands stroking her tingling rigid
little nipples felt good, and maybe Phil was right about it not making
much difference whether the hands were male or female.
     On the screen before them, in the meanwhile, the scene was becoming
more torrid and degenerate by the moment.  The mad scientist had now swung
a large and complicated piece of machinery onto the table between the
girl's widely-stretched legs, and he was busily attaching wires and
tightening bolts for his experiment, whatever it might be.  His nakedly
terrified young victim was giving a very convincing demonstration of being
frightened half out of her mind, and Lynn found herself pitying the young
porno-actress for the unknown torments she was about to suffer.
     "Goddamn, this is turning me on!" exclaimed Phil, his eyes glued to
the screen as he moved closer to Lynn, his right hand crossing over in
front of him to stroke the downy skin of her naked belly.  The young wife
drew her breath in sharply as she found herself being caressed lecherously
by two different people simultaneously.  Where is the bottom of the pit?
she wondered in a state of drunken confusion.  Is there anything they
can't force me to do?  Why am I so weak and helpless?
     But there were no answers to these unspoken questions and Lynn
observed that neither Phil nor his wife were paying much attention to her,
at least with their eyes, both of them exciting themselves by watching the
video-screen in front of them.
     A sigh of amazement ran through the audience as they saw the mad
scientist open a large narrow box and remove a large, perfectly formed
rubber penis.  The object was slightly larger than life-size, and the
actress's eyes widened with sudden horror as she realized precisely what
this infernal machine was designed to do.  She twisted and thrashed around
wildly on the hard unyielding surface of the table, but the professor
ignored her completely, giving all his attention to the task of attaching
this long phallic weapon to a shaft which protruded menacingly from the
mechanism itself.
     The mechanical work done, the mad scientist turned again to his
futilely struggling victim, running his lecherous hands over the ripely
available contours of her youthfully firm body, apparently taking
particular obscene delight in prodding and poking at the defenselessly
quivering crevice of her vagina.
     "Too dry," he muttered, frowning with displeasure over the fact that
the girl's nakedly resisting body was not cooperating in this nefarious
experiment.  But he quickly remedied the situation, producing a tube of
special lubricating ointment which he squeezed into her tight little cunt,
causing the actress to gasp as the cold slippery grease invaded the fleshy
tissues of her vulnerable pink pussy.  As an afterthought, the Germanic
professor tightened the cords holding the girl's legs to the side of the
bed, pulling her ankles farther and farther apart, so that the walls of
her narrow, tightly-clasped cunt were pulled far apart, popping open
suddenly to reveal the gaping little opening of her grease smeared vagina.
Then, wiping his hands thoughtlessly on his white laboratory coat, the mad
scientist began to angle his machine into position, ignoring the babble of
protests which erupted from the molested girl's lips.  He forced the huge
rubbery point of his thick artificial cock between the trembling, vainly
resisting lips of her tormented young cunt.  The girl tried to wiggle away
from this depraved aggression, but the scientist had already slipped the
tapered point of the rubber penis inside of her, and the massive
instrument was sufficiently flexible to bend whenever her hips jerked this
way or that, and she could not tear herself loose of it.
     "Elton told me that the girl was making her debut with this film,"
Agard confided to the two women by his side.  "So you see, Lynn, acting
experience isn't all that important."
     "And after the film was over?" questioned the young wife, her voice
ragged a little by lust and liquor, thinking that the young actress must
surely have been driven insane by this horrible experience.
     "Well ... she went back to work and made another film, naturally,"
explained Agard, not quite understanding her question.
     As they conversed, the television producer fumbled with the zipper on
Lynn's flimsy dress, pushing the thin fabric farther and farther down
around her hips until the top of her moist, hair-covered pubic triangle
was visible.
     "Please ... please," begged Lynn, her mind whirling with confusion.
"Don't strip me in front of all these people ... they'll think I'm a
whore."
     "You are a whore, my dear," smiled Kelly.  "And if you could only get
that fact into your thick head, you could relax and enjoy life a little
more."
     "But ..." she began to whimper, but Agard cut her off.
     "And you won't be the only whore in the room who's getting rid of her
clothing.  Look around you."
     As usual, Agard was correct.  In the row ahead of them, one of Phil's
female guests had been stripped absolutely naked by the men sitting on
either side of her, and most of the women in the room were being fondled
by one or more males.  Sexual excitement was virtually radiating off the
screen and infecting the entire audience with lust.  This was the
beginning of an orgy, and there was no question about it!
     "You see the value of these tapes?" explained Agard easily, pushing
his outstretched middle finger steadily into the brown clump of pubic hair
and searching for the tiny pink point of her clitoris.  "You can't just
call all of your friends and schedule an orgy, even if you're the type who
likes a little action on Saturday night.  But get the right sort of people
together, and slip one of these films into the video-tape recorder
attached to your television set and snap!  Instant orgy!"
     "Ohhhhhhh!" groaned the lust-stricken young wife as Agard's fingers
found what they were looking for, and invaded the already-lubricated hole
of her hotly throbbing pussy.
     "My, my, it seems that we are all ready down here," Agard commented
mockingly as he felt the orgiastic fluid oozing slowly from the over-
stimulated girl's wildly excited cunt.  "Lift up your sweet little behind,
dearie, and let's get rid of this ridiculous dress."
     "Oh, please," Lynn begged desperately, but the girl was now
thoroughly in the habit of obeying this man whenever he gave an order, and
the thought of rebelling never entered her head.  She lifted her smoothly
rounded buttocks off the couch, and the Agard couple tugged from both
sides, drawing the dress and her panties down off her hips and over her
smooth creamy thighs onto the floor.  She was naked, and Kelly Agard got
to her knees over the trembling girl, opening her blouse to bare her own
heavily dangling breasts.
     "Hmmmmmmmmmm," the older woman crooned, running her hands lightly
over Lynn's naked, lushly quivering body.
     "Oh, don't, Kelly, please," the young wife mumbled, the alcohol in
her system causing her to slur her words slightly.  "Don't degrade me any
more!  I can't stand any more humiliation!  Don't make an animal out of
me!"
     "Oh, but that's precisely what we're going to do to you," responded
Phil Agard cruelly.  "We're going to break you down to the bare
essentials, baby, and you're going to love every minute of it.  Just like
that little chick up on the screen there!"
     Lynn's dazed eyes followed the man's gaze and watched: the sex
machine was in motion now, and the unrelenting drive shaft was forcing the
artificial rubber penis inexorably into the girl's defenselessly open
cunt.  The machine was obviously still running in low gear, moving gently
back and forth with just the broad meaty tip of the cock actually inside
her tense, fear-ridden pussy.  It was clear to the viewers that the
actress was a little surprised by this tenderness, obviously having
expected that the fucking machine would fly into her like a runaway
engine, tearing her to pieces in the process.
     The actor playing the part of the sexually deranged scientist was not
a patient man, however, and he smiled sadistically as he pulled a switch
on the side of the machine.  The engine sputtered and the depraved
mechanism moved forward, forcing the massive rubber penis a few inches
farther into the grease-gleaming lips of her wide-split vagina.  Sounding
somewhat artificial as it filtered through the speaker system, the girl's
scream echoed around the room.  Lynn's face grew pale at the sight.
     "Is that really hurting her?" she quavered, wondering if Agard was
evil enough to subject her to such a thing and fearing in the back of her
head that he was.
     'Probably," came the cruel laconic reply.  "It's hard to get the
proper effect otherwise.  But she recovered and came back for more.  And
so will you."
     Lynn shuddered and closed her eyes, wishing she could find some way
to relieve the burning tormenting sensation that all of this lewd and
unnatural stimulation was causing in her loins.  What made all of this
worse was the realization that her troubles were caused by her own
personal weakness.  If she had an ounce of moral strength left in her
body, she would scoop her dress up off the floor, spit in Agard's face and
walk out of this room.  But she was not going anywhere, and she knew it.
In choosing her to play the part of a slave in her first picture, Agard
had been cleverer than he knew, since a slave was precisely what she had
become: a slave to her own wild unquenchable lust!
     And the Agard's were doing their level best to make sure that she
stayed in this deplorable condition.  Kelly had torn her blouse off
completely and was towering over her, bare-breasted, like an eagle
preparing to swoop down upon its prey.  Her husband had apparently decided
that Lynn was more interesting than the video-tape they were supposed to
be watching, and had buried his head between the young girl's tightly
clasped thighs, insanely trying to get his lips up against the moistly
palpitating flanges of her pussy.  Between the two of them, Kelly and Phil
had managed to maneuver her nakedly voluptuous body around so that she was
virtually stretched out on their knees, and the horrified blonde haired
wife found that her sensitive, lush young breasts were being noisily
sucked by the other woman.
     "Oooooooooh!" she groaned helplessly, making a half-hearted and
unsuccessful attempt to push her away.
     Kelly reacted by biting one of her nipples, sinking her sharp white
teeth into the softly yielding flesh around the nipple until Ellen groaned
for mercy.  As she squirmed in pain, Lynn unknowingly gave Phil the
opportunity he had been waiting for by spreading her legs.  With a quick,
well-timed movement, the TV producer lurched forward, his hot wet mouth
coming into direct contact with the girl's moistly cringing pussy.
     Lynn gasped in dismay and protest, but an electrifying shock was
already racing through her nakedly ravaged body as the man's long snake-
like tongue began circling the throbbing tiny head of her clitoris.  She
groaned, but even as she heard the sound she was making she knew it was a
groan of pleasure and not of pain.  By turning her head slightly, she
found she could still see past Kelly who was happily licking her breasts
one by one as if they were a succulent pair of ice cream cones---to where
Phil was hunched on all fours between her widespread legs, grinning like
the devil himself.  The moist pink flesh of her nakedly vulnerable vagina
was exposed and helpless, available to this depraved sex maniac for any
foul abuse he chose to heap upon it.
     "Mmmmmmmm," murmured Kelly delightedly, lifting her lips momentarily
from Lynn's warm, glistening breasts.  "Am I getting in your way, lover?
Are you going to fuck her, or what?"
     "After awhile," responded Agard calmly, the orgiastic fluids dripping
obscenely from his lips as he spoke.  "First I want to hear her scream for
it.  You having a good time?"
     "Yeah, but I'm getting heated up," his wife answered crudely.  "And
this broad isn't gonna be able to give momma what she needs when she wants
a little genuine loving.  Just see that you take care of your family
obligations, hubby, or I'll be forced to look elsewhere for my
satisfaction."
     "Don't worry about a thing," laughed Phil evilly, dropping his lips
again to Lynn's heatedly throbbing vagina.  "Daddy's always got a little
left over."
     Lynn listened to this incredible conversation with shock and horror.
Even in her drunken condition, she realized that these were not two normal
people.  They were sadists, professional vultures who preyed upon the
innocence and guilelessness they found around them the way vampires were
supposed to suck the blood from their victims.
     But she had no time to think about her situation, since both of the
Agards went immediately back to work as soon as their lurid conversation
was finished.  Placing his palms flat against the tender inside flesh of
her creamy white thighs, Phil slyly inserted both of his thumbs directly
into the softly moist flanges of her palpitating young cunt.  Then, moving
slowly and torturously, he spread the ragged pink edges of her vagina
apart, exposing to his lecherous eyes the secret recesses of her
voluptuously ripened body.
     Lynn jerked, a moan of shame and humiliation forced to her lips, but
in truth, the thought of trying to escape from this defilement hardly
crossed her mind.  She was too far into this now to back out and her
restlessly tormented body was practically screaming for satisfaction.  She
had to have sexual release or she felt she would die!
     Kelly continued to suck methodically on her ripely swollen nipples,
sending little currents of forbidden pleasure into the girl's shoulders
and arms, and Lynn lifted her head off the couch and stared down at her
own nakedly writhing body in disbelief.  She could not quite bring herself
to believe that this was actually happening to her.  It was all too
bizarre!
     Lashing her head back and forth, the sex-frenzied young wife caught
sight again of the video-tape which was still being projected onto the
wide screen for the benefit of the other quests, some of whom were still
watching, while others had abandoned the film in favor of more active
pursuits.
     "No, no, I can't take any more!" the porno-actress on the screen was
groaning as the long mechanical cock thrust in and out between her
frantically quivering legs, burying itself almost to the hilt as it
ruthlessly rammed in and out of her tortured young vagina.  The mad
scientist was beside himself with lewd joy, hovering menacingly over her
while he stroked the rest of her nakedly sleek body with feverish passion.
The machine was now in high gear, pummelling the poor, spread-eagled
victim without mercy.
     The telecamera zoomed in for a close-up of the action.  The sound
track was picking up clearly the obscene sucking sound made by this:
artificial penis as it slammed relentlessly into the girl's wetly clasping
pussy.  Despite all that was happening to her, Lynn found it impossible to
drag her eyes off the screen, her pupils widening as she watched the pink
fragile skin of the girl's tight little vagina being drawn out with every
back-stroke of the huge rubber penis, clinging to the sides of the
glistening instrument as if it were reluctant to let go.  Then, seconds
later, the cycle would be reversed and with another metallic grunt, the
fiendish mechanism would gear into the forestroke, plunging once again
deep into the young woman's belly.
     It was obvious to everyone that the battered porno-movie actress on
the screen had resisted as long as was humanly possible; it was also
perfectly obvious that her resistance was now effectively at an end.
Already her lithe high-breasted torso was beginning to wantonly writhe and
undulate in time with the strokes of the machine, and the soundtrack was
filled with obscenities as she started shrieking all the vile obscene
words in her very considerable vocabulary.
     "Oh fuck!  Fuck my cunt!  Fuck it harder," she was groaning like a
creature possessed.
     Lynn was trying desperately to ignore the shooting sensations which
were searing through her own shamelessly aroused body, and she fairly
glued her eyes to the screen, irrationally hoping that somehow watching
this salacious spectacle would help her to hang on to her own faltering
sanity.  She looked at the morally depraved porno-actress, wondering if
she herself in a few months would be entertaining a group of degenerates
in this fashion.
     As she watched, the mad professor on the screen was becoming even
madder, stimulated beyond reason by the tortures he was inflicting upon
his helpless young victim.  After turning the fucking machine on full
blast, he stood by the table facing the prying eye of the camera, running
his fingers lewdly over the girl's naked, wildly throbbing little body,
inserting his hands beneath her sweat-soaked buttocks and teasing her
tightly puckered anus ...  Timing his movements to coincide with those of
the machine, he unexpectedly thrust forward, burying his thick middle
finger in the actress's cringing young rectum.
     "Ohhhh!" came the grunt on the soundtrack, and the girl's eyes popped
open with fright as the madman rummaged around in the tender cavity of her
backside, the saliva dripping lewdly from his open mouth.
     Oh Christ, that's the limit, thought Lynn in shock, suddenly grateful
that no one at least had ever stooped to that level of depravity with her!
At least the things which Phil had subjected her to were within the realm
of the normal.  But this was sick!  They had treated this young actress
like the lowest whore on the streets.  And yet Agard had said that she had
recovered and gone back for more!
     But the mad scientist was still far from satisfied.  A general
chuckle rose from the audience as they watched the demented man use his
one free hand to unbuckle his pants.  Then he yanked his pillaging fingers
free of her debased backside and began to crawl up over her on the table,
his fat throbbing cock dangling menacingly before him.
     "Suck!" they heard him say, the vile word faithfully recorded by the
soundtrack and broadcast into the room.
     The independent willpower of the savagely defiled porno-actress was
now totally gone, if it had ever really existed, and the girl simply
opened her mouth.  The scene was well staged so that the audience would
see the spongy bluntness of his visibly throbbing cock sliding past the
softness of her red, waiting tongue.
     But despite his madness, the scientist was shrewd.  Promptly fucking
energetically into the soft warm, cavern of her mouth, he carefully
refrained from drawing himself all the way out, always leaving the tip of
his hotly swollen cock an inch or two inside her tight ovaled lips.  The
actress closed her eyes in revulsion against this obscene attack, but the
audience kept theirs open, fascinated by this dual rape of a helpless
woman by man and machine.
     The end was spectacular.  After sawing in and out of her savagely for
a few moments, the professor began to jerk and convulse as if his old bony
body were undergoing a fit.  The girl responded by licking and sucking
furiously on the short stubby shaft of his cock buried deeply in her
mouth, sucking voraciously as he and his machine pounded into her
ruthlessly from both ends.  At the same time, it was obvious to everyone
who watched that the fucking machine was doing its assigned job with
ruthless efficiency, driving her closer and closer to the brink of an
orgasm too powerful to be denied.
     The man's wildly pulsating cock suddenly burst, like a dam being
overcome by a spring flood, and the hot sticky semen poured into the
captive girl's mouth, spurting into her like a firehose while the girl
sucked and gurgled, obviously making a tremendous effort not to allow the
smallest drop of the lust-inciting fluid to escape from her wide-stretched
lips.
     Tears of masochistic joy could be seen on her cheeks as he creamed
endlessly into her, and the young woman's body began to jerk and buck
involuntarily as her own orgiastic spasm began.  The very helplessness of
her situation and the vile debasement to which she was being subjected
seemed to add fuel to the fire burning in her naked young loins, and it
was clear to the spectators that she would have flown clear off the table
at this point had not the leather straps been there to restrain her.
     The film was not yet over, and the mad scientist immediately withdrew
his wetly glistening cock from her abused, cum-filled mouth to prepare a
new series of tortures for this helpless victim.  Anything after this
would certainly be an anti-climax, and Lynn closed her eyes, realizing
that having watched this lewd drama had only aroused her to a higher level
of excitement, and finding herself longing desperately to be fucked by a
man, any man!
     "Hey Phil," complained Kelly, lifting her lips from Lynn's super-
hardened little nipples.  "Everybody's fucking but us.  Let's get with
it!"
     She was right.  In grotesque combinations of twos and threes,
everyone in the room was engaged in some form of sexual activity and out
of the corner of her eye, Lynn could see Rick and Lenny working over Elton
James' pretty young wife, while the director himself was occupied with the
black-haired woman who had been serving drinks.
     "Yes please," panted Lynn pitifully, hating herself for what she was
saying but unable to hold herself back any more.  "Please do it to me.
Come inside of me!"
     "No, not like that, baby," mocked the television executive.  "Forget
the girl scout language and ask for it like a big girl."
     "Make love to me," Lynn sobbed, knowing that this was Agard's way of
taking her down another notch.
     "You mean you want me to fuck you?" he questioned sadistically.  "If
that's what you mean, why don't you say it?"
     "Yes, fuck me, please fuck me," she babbled, her last remnants of
decency falling away like a sheet.
     "Now wait a minute, hot-pants," interrupted Kelly vulgarly.  "I'm
just as turned on as you are, and this gentleman happens to be my husband.
Wait until I've finished with him and maybe you can have the left-overs!"
     Phil grinned and dived towards his wife, his broad shoulders knocking
the lust-stricken Lynn off the couch.  She fell, neglected and alone, onto
the floor and curled up immediately into a ball, drawing her knees up to
her nakedly heaving breasts.  They had used her, she told herself, sobbing
out her misery in the darkness.  They had used her like a plaything, a
talking doll, and when they tired of her, they had cast her aside like an
old shoe!
     They had broken her down to the point where she had screamed to be
fucked, and then denied her the satisfaction she craved for with all her
heart and soul.  Never in her entire life had she hated anyone as much as
she hated Phil and Kelly Agard right now.  She had to get even, to revenge
herself, to get back her destroyed honor and self-respect.



                            Chapter 5

     Matt did not have that many evenings to spend peacefully at home
these days, and the cameraman was genuinely sorry to learn that Lynn had
scheduled a working meeting of her charity group which was expected to
last until late.  Well, there was an evening full of good shows on the
television, he decided, so there was no reason to be bored.  The
refrigerator was well stocked with ginger ale, and he decided to make
himself comfortable in the big easy chair by the fireplace and pleasantly
kill a few hours until his wife returned home from her night of doing
good.
     After all, since it was he who had insisted that she become involved
in Church activities, he could hardly complain about the fact that she had
thrown herself wholeheartedly into doing good deeds for the poor and
underprivileged.  Tonight, they were supposed to be knitting mittens for
Indonesian orphans and it occurred to the naive young husband that she
could just as easily knit mittens at home with him.  But he wisely decided
not to interfere.  Lynn had been acting so strangely recently!
     For example, when he had gotten home from his trip to Saint Louis, he
had distinctly smelled liquor on her breath, and she had greeted him at
the door wearing a tight mini-dress which was really far from proper,
'shocking' would have been a better term!  He had no sooner put down his
things and taken off his hat, when his sweet innocent young wife had
stripped off her already inadequate dress and hauled him into the bedroom
practically by force, clawing at his clothing as if she had completely
lost her mind and her sense of decency.  As far as Matt was concerned,
love-making was a pleasant husbandly duty, one which he liked to perform
late at night with the lights out, just prior to dropping off to sleep.
He considered himself a good lover and a very virile man, but the subject
of sex did not occur to him very often.  It was just something you did, as
far as the cameraman was concerned, but nothing to get excited about.
     Nevertheless, husbands have certain obligations, and inasmuch as she
seemed to want it in the worst way, he had allowed himself to be wrestled
into the bedroom and stood passively still while she stripped off his suit
(throwing it, he noticed, on the floor, which was hardly the way to treat
expensive clothing!).  Then he climbed into bed beside her, covering her
face with soft husbandly kisses.
     To his enormous surprise, she did not seem to want his gentle
embraces, and squirmed around so that she was upside down, attempting to
put her mouth directly on what Matt referred to as his 'genital organ'.
This was really too much!  What had gotten into the girl?  Firmly, he had
pulled her back into the proper 'missionary' position, feeling his rapidly
awakening penis come to life as he crawled on top of her, penetrating her
wetly ready vagina as usual.
     But nothing seemed to satisfy her and Lynn had thrashed back and
forth, her long blonde hair whipping him in the face as he did his
conventional best to make love to her in the approved fashion.
     "Harder, harder," she had pleaded with him, her face contorted into
an unrecognizable mask of lust.  "Fuck me harder, Matt!  Oh, I need it so
bad, darling.  Fuck it harder."
     Never in his entire life had the young cameraman heard such language
spoken by a well-brought up young married woman, and his erection wilted a
little from the sheer shock of hearing his own sweet wife's voice use
these obscene words.  But the gyrations of her nakedly panting body were
too fierce to be resisted, and he quickly regained his rigidness and treed
to oblige, sliding in and out of her a little more rapidly and kissing her
under the ear, something he had heard that women found hopelessly erotic.
But even this bold move seemed to be inadequate.
     "Be rough with me," she had pleaded, her eyes glazed and unseeing.
"Hurt me if you want to!"
     "But I don't want to," he had replied, perplexed at this strange
behavior, not having the remotest idea of how to go about hurting a woman,
even had he wanted to.
     Then, unexpectedly, her body had gone slack and she had burst into a
torrent of tears.  Matt had continued to glide gently in and out of her,
but they both saw that it was useless.  Feeling as if he had somehow
failed, the young husband took his timid orgasm and carefully withdrew
from her lust-ridden form, deciding that he would probably never really
understand women.
     Later, she had thrown an old robe around her shoulders without
bothering even to put on her underwear, and flung herself unhappily in
front of the fire, chain-smoking despite the fact that she knew perfectly
well it upset him to see her smoke.  Matt had taken his usual place in the
easy chair in front of the fire and told her about the high points of the
pro game he had video-taped in Saint Louis, but even this had failed to
arouse any apparent interest in her.  Imagine not being interested in a
pro game!
     They ate a quiet dinner without much conversation, and then she
bathed and dressed to go to her charity meeting.  While she was putting on
her dress, Matt noticed a series of scratches on her back and legs, and
considered asking her if she had fallen down the stairs, but given her
strange mood, he decided it would probably be better to say nothing.  She
left without saying goodby.

                           *    *    *

     It came to her in a blinding flash of brilliance as she signaled for
a taxi to take her to the studio.  Agard was blackmailing her into doing
these sordid roles in his even-more sordid films, and she had falsely
assumed all along that there was nothing she could do about it.  But there
was!  She suddenly realized what had been obvious all along, that she
could blackmail him right back, in fact, blackmail her way right out from
under his iron domination.  These films were certainly illegal, in fact,
criminal offenses and an anonymous telephone call to the local chief of
police would land Mr. and Mrs. Agard in trouble up to their ears.  She
would do this one last film, only if he promised that there would be no
more in the future.  After this, he had to leave her alone, because it was
obvious that she could not go on fooling her husband forever.  And Phil
Agard was getting careless, scheduling a film at a time when Matt was in
town, and forcing her to invent that ridiculous pathetic story about
knitting mittens for the refugees.
     Now, she had Phil where she wanted him, she was convinced!  They
would have a little talk tonight before the shooting began and get matters
straightened out before the first scene.  When tonight's work was over,
she would be a free woman, and she could go home and start picking up the
pieces of her shattered life.
     That was a bad scene with Matt, she thought unhappily, recalling
their unfortunate attempt at love-making.  I'm going to have to educate
him a little in the fine acts of keeping a woman satisfied.  Maybe there
are some books down at the bookstore that I could leave lying around the
house.
     "This is it, Lady," announced the cabby, pulling up in front of WRT-
TV and turning on the lights.  "Pardon me for asking, but you ain't an
actress, are you?"
     "Why no," Lynn responded hurriedly.  "Whatever made you think that?"
     "I can't remember where, right now," confessed the cabdriver, "but it
seems to me I've seen you in a movie."
     "Must have been someone who looks like me," snapped Lynn in
irritation handing the man his fare.  "I've never been in a movie in my
life!"
     "I wonder where it was," the cabby persisted.  "I could swear it was
..."
     But Lynn had slammed the door and was walking quickly towards the
front doors of WRT-TV, wanting to get well away from the man before he
remembered precisely where he had seen her: a pornographic video-tape.
This was another good reason to get away from Phil as soon as possible.  A
couple more of these skin-flicks and everybody in town would be
recognizing her and all sorts of unpleasant complications could arise.

                           *    *    *

     "Is everything ready?" Agard wanted to know.
     "Will be by shooting time," confirmed Lenny.  "The boys are working
on the set now and they'll be finished in a couple of minutes.  I figure
we can start taping right after the midnight newscast.  That okay with
you?"
     "Sounds fine," answered the TV producer, leaning forward to light his
wife's cigarette.  "You got your lines memorized lovely?"
     "You know I do, baby," purred the tough brunette.  "But I don't think
anybody's going to be looking at poor little me in this flick.  Our little
friend Lynn should be the center of attraction."
     "Speaking of Lynn, where is she?" Lenny wanted to know.  "That dumb
blonde ought to be here by now."
     "She'll be here," predicted Agard confidently.  "She knows she's in
too deep to back out now.  And besides that, we've done as neat a job of
corrupting that chick as I've ever seen.  She's still trying to salvage
her conscience, poor little bitch, but she's gotten to the point where she
gets turned on only by the rough stuff.  And with nobody but that
flatfooted husband of hers to turn to for satisfaction, I expect she's all
set and ready to go for our little experiment tonight."
     "How much are you going to tell her about the scene we're gonna
shoot?" Lenny inquired, lighting a fresh cigar.
     "Same as last time," instructed the producer.  "Nothing, or at least
nothing true.  I don't suppose we can use the story about everything being
simulated again, so Kelly here can just explain that there'll be a simple
fuck scene with Rick.  I don't think that will upset her too much."
     "Wait till she sees who her partner is going to be!" laughed Kelly in
cruel anticipation.
     "Oh yeah, how is the big ape, anyway," Agard wanted to know.
     "Freddy's fine," responded Kelly.  "He's downstairs now looking at
things and walking around drooling as usual.  Good thing he doesn't have
to remember any lines.  I've never seen anyone so stupid in my life.  I
don't think he really understands what's going on, but when we told him he
could fuck a beautiful girl, he made happy noises, so I guess everything
is going to be all right."
     "Everything's got to be all right," said Agard sternly.  "We've got a
lot of money riding on this flick."

                           *    *    *

     Gene was a happy hippie.  He had long dirty hair and sandals, and all
the marijuana he could smoke, and to top it all off, a job where he could
sit and listen to records all night and still get paid for it.  Gene,
among other things, was the night watchman for WRT-TV, and his sole
responsibility was sitting in the control booth until the announcer had
finished giving the midnight news, and then flip the switches which would
close down the transmission system for the night.  Once an hour
thereafter, Gene was supposed to walk around the studio and check to make
sure everything was quiet, and the rest of the time, he could play rock
and roll records on the studio's turn-table and smoke marijuana, the two
things he loved best in the world.
     Recently, Mr. Agard had been working late in the shooting studio, and
Gene had been told to stay out, which further reduced his responsibilities
and gave him more time to indulge in his two favorite pastimes.  But Gene
had a certain sense of duty, and he bravely refrained from getting high on
marijuana until after the news, fearful that if he got too stoned, he
might forget to flick the switch and let the television studio transmit
dead air all night long, a tremendous waste of money.
     Tonight, unfortunately, Gene was feeling somewhat more reckless.
Impatiently he slumped in his chair, watching the pro game from Saint
Louis which was boring him stiff. Suddenly it occurred to him that he
might like football a little better if he tried watching it stoned, and
before his scruples could intervene, Gene had a marijuana cigarette
dangling between his lips.
     Ah, look at those funny little men chase that funny looking ball
around, he thought, feeling his mind slip comfortably out of gear.  This
is going to be a terrific night!

                           *    *    *

     "Well, I can't make any promises, and I assure you that I don't like
being threatened and blackmailed like this," complained Agard with a hurt
tone of voice.  "After all, there was a time when we meant something to
one another, Lynn."
     Lynn was surprised to find that there was no sensation of triumph
inside of her, despite the fact that she had expected to feel relieved and
happy at finally having had the courage to stand up to this man and lay
her cards upon the table.
     "Well, what do you think you've been doing to me all along," she
counter-attacked.  "If threatening to tell Matt wasn't blackmail, what
is?"
     "Oh, surely you never took me seriously, sweetheart," Agard purred,
making an effort to turn on the charm.  "You know that your happiness is
very important to me!  It's just that I think you might be just what the
doctor ordered.  Come on, honey, fess up.  Is Matt any good in bed?"
     "How dare you ask that question?" she snapped back at him, feeling
tears come into her eyes.
     "That's all the answer I needed," Phil nodded.  "A fine fellow, Matt,
but short on imagination ... I would say.  You need more than one man to
keep you happy, lovely, believe me.  I understand girls like you."
     "Oh, I hate you!" she hurled at him, somehow feeling that this double
talking monster was once more getting the upper hand.
     "Now you don't mean that, Phil, kissed her chastely on the forehead.
"Come on now, love, get into your costume.  We've got a nice gentle love
scene with Rick arranged and when you see how lovely you look on tape,
you'll want to sign a life-time contract with us."
     "Just remember what I said, Phil Agard," she sobbed as he gently
maneuvered her into her dressing room.  "If you don't let me go after this
picture, I'm going to call the police!"
     "Sure, sure, honey," he calmed her.  "Don't worry about a thing."
     Closing the door behind her, a frown immediately creased the
producer's features, and he hurried down onto the set, his eyes busily
sweeping the room to make sure everything was in order.  The scene they
intended to shoot involved a torture chamber and the studio's technicians
had assembled a terrifying collection of whips, ropes, chains and other
implements of torment.  In the center of the set stood the largest man any
of them had ever seen, gazing stupidly at the cameras and lights with an
idiotic, bewildered expression on his face.
     "How are you doing, Freddy?" asked Agard, craning his neck to look up
at the monster.
     "Uh, okay Mister Agard," drawled the mentally deficient youth slowly,
turning his massive frame around to face the man who had promised him
money for the privilege of being able to make love to a beautiful young
girl.  Freddy liked girls, but in his twenty years of existence, he had
never succeeded in getting even close to one, much less into bed.  Built
like a gorilla and not bright enough to hold down a steady job, the poor
unfortunate had been digging ditches outside the studio when the TV
producer had made this stunning offer.
     "Good, now I must explain something to you, Freddy," said Phil
carefully, speaking slowly to allow his words to penetrate the idiot's
thick skull.  "You know Kelly, the nice lady who always talks to you?"
     "Yeah!" affirmed the giant stupidly.  "Freddy fuck Kelly?"
     "No!" corrected Agard hurriedly, wanting to be absolutely sure he got
everything straight.
     "No, Freddy fuck girl named Lynn, but Freddy must obey Kelly.  Lynn
will pretend to be afraid, Freddy and she will tell you to stop and go
away.  But you must not listen to her.  Listen to Kelly.  Kelly is the
boss.  Understand?"
     Freddy shook his head slowly, and Agard ran his fingers through his
hair in desperation.  A few years back the doctors had done an operation
on Freddy's brain to render him completely docile and unaggressive,
accurately guessing that someone with his massive strength and low level
of intelligence could be a potential menace to society.  After the
operation, Freddy had become extremely gentle and lacked any capacity
whatsoever for anger or violence.  Agard realized that if Lynn began
screaming for help, the big but sensitive jerk might become frightened and
stop, which was precisely what they had to avoid.  He decided to make one
more stab at explaining.
     "Freddy, listen to Phil," he tried again.  "We are going to play a
joke on our friend.  Lynn really likes to be fucked by big boys like you,
in fact she told me so just a few minutes ago."
     "Lynn like Freddy?" the giant asked in surprise.
     "Lynn really likes Freddy," confirmed Phil evilly, "but Lynn will
pretend she doesn't like Freddy.  Kelly will tell you what to do and you
must do it, even if Lynn says no, because Lynn won't really mean it!" This
speech did not make a great deal of sense even to Agard himself, but it
seemed to satisfy the gorilla who nodded happily.
     "Okay now Freddy, you take your clothes and stand over there," Phil
directed.
     "Freddy take off clothes?" questioned the imbecile, who had received
many a lecture on this subject at the home for mentally deficient children
where he had been raised.  They had always told him to keep his clothing
on in public.
     "It's part of the joke, Freddy," urged Agard convincingly.  "It won't
be funny if you don't take off your clothes."
     Freddy nodded dubiously and began removing his pants, clumsily
attempting to balance on one leg.  In the end he had to sit down on the
floor to deal with the complicated problems of his shoe laces, and Agard
shook his head in amazement.
     "Ready to go?" called Lenny, already perched behind a camera.
     "I'm set," chimed in Kelly, emerging from her dressing room.  The
older actress was dressed in a bizarre costume featuring riding boots and
tight, form-fitting pants, topped by a man's shirt, tie, and coat, all
tailored to emphasize her voluptuous figure, but conveying the impression
of a woman who enjoyed cruelty and perversions, with just a hint of
Lesbianism thrown in for effect.  In her hand, she carried a whip.
     "How do I look?"
     "Great, but you're going to scare the shit out of the waitress when
we go for pizza later," commented her husband.  "Where's Miss Lynn?"
     "Here I am," responded the girl calmly, appearing at his elbow,
dressed in an attractive white robe which covered her from shoulder to
ankle.  The young wife was under no illusions about being able to wear
this pleasant garment much longer, but for the moment, it gave her a warm
and comforting sensation of being protected.
     "Who's that?" she asked in sudden alarm as she caught a glimpse of
Freddy, who had removed one shoe successfully and was now attacking the
other one with fierce concentration.
     "Oh, just an extra," Phil reassured her hastily.  "We thought it
would be amusing to have a naked giant in the background."
     "Oh," mumbled Lynn, not totally convinced.  "Well, what do I have to
do?"
     "Okay, now we want your reactions spontaneous, as usual, so just walk
on to the set with Rick and follow his lead from there."
     Lynn nodded and turned to link arms with Rick who appeared dressed in
a normal business suit.  He looked particularly handsome, and the young
wife found herself becoming excited ahead of time at the prospects of
being able to make love to this sexy muscular man.  They exchanged winks
and stepped off the set to await their cue.
     Meanwhile two technicians assisted Freddy with his underwear, and
when he was naked, they marched him up to the wall of the set and chained
him to a large steel post which had erected for that purpose, explaining
at the same time that this was all part of the 'joke.'  Freddy smiled
agreeably, happy to be liked and accepted by all these nice people.
     When the technicians stepped aside and Lynn was faintly able to see
the length and breath of the giant's body, she drew her breath in sharply.
     "My God, look at him, Rick," she whispered.  "Did you ever see
anything so huge in your life?"
     The male actor knew what she was talking about; Freddy was big all
over, but the young girl was obviously referring to the giant's massive
great penis which was bigger in the relaxed state than the average man's
erection.  The monstrous dangling object lolled between his legs like an
enormous sausage, but he showed no signs of arousal as of yet.
     "Don't worry, they've got him chained up," Rick calmed her
insincerely.
     "Positions, everybody!" bellowed Lenny as the red lights on the
television cameras went on.  Kelly started the action, pacing back and
forth impatiently, striking the palm of her hand with the short, wicked-
looking whip which she carried.  A technician imitated the sound of a fist
knocking at a door, and Kelly looked up expectantly.
     "Come in!" she ordered in a low throaty voice.
     Lynn felt a pressure on her elbow and allowed Rick to lead her onto
the set.
     "Here is the young lady I spoke to you about," announced Rick, bowing
slightly as he delivered his lines.  "I trust she will be adequate,
Madame?"
     Kelly walked critically around Lynn, looking at her from all sides,
and then spoke sharply.
     "Perhaps, but it is difficult to tell when she is completely draped
in cloth!" she snapped harshly.  "Denude her!"
     Lynn sighed as Rich expertly began to disrobe her lushly ripened
body.  It had been nice while it lasted, she thought.  But by this time,
the prospect of being naked in front of a group of people did not upset
her the way it had at first.  In fact, she felt a warm sensuous feeling
start to build up in her loins and the thought that she would soon be in
Rick's arms appealed to her enormously.  The male actor undid a fastening
at the back, and the long white garment collapsed on the floor, leaving
her perfectly naked.  Kelly continued to study her critically, nodding
with approval as she touched Lynn's high-set pendulous breasts with the
tip of her whip.
     "She will do.  You approve, my son?" she called to the giant idiot
who was still chained to the wall.  Freddy evidently approved, grinning
from ear to ear, and his cock jerked slightly as the sight of this
perfectly formed young beauty entered his thick sluggish brain.
     "Do me the kindness of chaining her up before you leave," instructed
Kelly in an imperious tone of voice.  "I shall need my energy later for
other activities."
     This confused the young actress.  Rick was not scheduled to leave was
he?  And why should she be chained?  But she could hardly interrupt the
scene to inquire about the plot, so she willingly followed the young male
porno-star to a mat on the floor.  Attached to a ring in the floor, was a
long silver chain which was in turn connected to a dog collar.  After
forcing her gently to her knees, Rick fastened the dog collar around her
neck.
     "Thank you, my good man," Kelly dismissed him regally.  "You will
receive my check in the mail, as usual."
     Smiling and bowing, Rick left the set, deserting the startled Lynn
who was beginning to have severe second thoughts about this whole
business.  Her thoughts were interrupted by the flick of Kelly's whip
which sailed through the air out of nowhere and caught her on the right
buttock, forcing a shrill yelp to her lips.
     "What?  I won't stand for that!" she screamed, deciding to end this
whole business once and for all.  "Touch me once again with that thing and
I'm going to call the police!"  Lynn realized she was wrecking their
video-tape, but she no longer cared.  No one had said anything to her
about submitting to a whipping.  A nice gentle love scene was what Phil
had promised.
     "Call the police, will you?" responded Kelly viciously, still
speaking in the same throaty masculine voice.  And before Lynn could dodge
or protect herself, the whip flashed through the air a second time,
catching the tortured girl cleanly across her white tender back.
     "AAAaaagggggh!" Lynn screamed in agony, her mind in a jumble.  This
whole business no longer made sense!  Why were the cameras still turning
when she had made a direct reference to calling the police?  Why wasn't
Phil up here trying to soothe her injured feelings and talk her out of it?
     The whip fell again.
     "STOP!  Goddamn you!" she screamed.  "Let me go!  I didn't come here
for this.  They said I would just have to make love ...!"
     Inexorably, the whip descended another time, this time angling in
from the side to flick against the tip of Lynn's sensitive left breast,
bringing a groan of agony to her lips.  The pain seemed to clear her mind,
and suddenly it all became perfectly obvious why they had not stopped the
cameras and why they had no intention of stopping them.  Everything she
had said and done this far was perfectly in keeping with the character she
was unwittingly playing.  She was a prostitute, tempted in off the street
to this torture chamber with the promise of money.  Naturally she would
threaten to call the police.  They had tricked her again!
     But the scene was going ahead rapidly, with or without her consent.
The whipping had stopped, momentarily, and Kelly was standing next to the
post to which Freddy was chained.
     "Isn't she lovely, Freddy?" the older actress purred, her hand
reaching down to stroke the idiot's giant genital organ.
     "Freddy fuck girl," came the monster's stupid reply.  His eyes were
glowing with lust, and his face bore a happy smile, knowing that he was
taking part in this elaborate joke.  He now remembered clearly what Phil
had said about obeying Kelly and not the girl.
     "That's right, Freddy," murmured the actress in her ear.  "But you
must do it exactly the way I tell you, or the girl will not be happy.  Do
you understand?"
     "Freddy un'erstan'" grumbled the giant, straining at the chain which
held him back.  With a quick practiced motion of her hand, Kelly reached
up behind him and unfastened the chain, freeing the giant from all
restraint.  His monstrously thick cock swaying menacingly between his
legs, the imbecile hunkered across the floor, his beady eyes fastened on
Lynn's nakedly ripe young body.
     "Now we're going to have a little fun, my friend," Kelly informed the
intimidated girl sadistically, reaching down to seize her by the hair, and
waving the whip threateningly over her.  "My little boy likes girl's like
you, and as a good mother, I try to keep him amused.  I'm sure you don't
mind."
     "Don't you let him near me," spat Lynn from between gritted teeth,
but Kelly ignored her completely, turning her attention to Freddy who was
devouring the girl with his eyes, but not yet daring to touch her.
     "You like her, Freddy---darling?" Kelly asked coyly, despite the fact
that it was obvious from the idiot's eyes that he was entranced.
     "Freddy like!" affirmed the monster.
     "You haven't seen the half of her yet, my darling," continued Kelly
cruelly.  "Show him what you have to offer, love," she ordered Lynn, who
shot a hate-filled glance at her and did not move, keeping her knees
pinned tightly together and her hands crossed across her full, lushly
swelling breasts.  The whip whistled through the air and slashed across
her back.
     "Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" Lynn reacted promptly.
     "I told you to show Freddy what you have to offer him," ordered the
sadistic woman a second time.  "Do I have to beat you to death?  Your
situation is hopeless, any dear, and your only hope for salvation lies in
total submission!"

                           *    *    *

     Oh wow, oh wow, Gene was grooving high and happy on the latest long
play by the Reckless Climax, the newest and hottest folk-rock-acid-stoned-
soul group from the Farout West Coast.  Gene's mind was a thousand miles
in the blue as he finished his third marijuana cigarette and his feet had
not touched the ground since the announcer had finished the newscast,
wished everyone a pleasant evening, and gone home to his wife.  Gene could
care less, and the happy hippy lounged back in the padded chair, his mind
bouncing from nonsense to nonsense like a mouse in a cheese factory,
forgetting about all the tiresome boring things of this square, unhip,
ungroovy universe, most particularly, the switch which de-activated WRT-
TV's transmission equipment for the night.
     This was to prove most unfortunate.

                           *    *    *

     Matt stirred into life just as the newscast was ending and realized
that he had doted off to sleep, his half-finished glass of ginger-ale in
his hand.  News did not interest him generally, and he was not sorry to
have missed the newscast, and started telling himself that he ought to get
up and turn off the set.  WRT-TV had finished its series of programs for
the day and nothing more would be broadcast on this channel until tomorrow
morning when General George, hopefully almost sober, would burst into the
airwaves with stories and songs for the little folks.  But Matt was tired,
and he decided to rest a minute longer before getting up to turn off the
set.  This too was unfortunate.

                           *    *    *

     "Please ... Lynn had started to say, but she saw the whip cutting
cruelly through the air again, and squirmed desperately in a futile
attempt to escape that dreadful sting.
     "Agh!" she groaned as the whip found it's mark, raising a welt along
the length of her creamy smooth thigh.
     "Open up, bitch!" Kelly was commanding, and the tormented young woman
realized that anything was better than the lash again.  She timidly spread
her legs, sitting back and allowing the giant's dim-witted eyes to focus
on the tiny tight opening almost hidden by the sparse pelt of softly
curling pussy hair between her long tapered legs.
     "Ummmmmmmmmmmm, look at that Freddy," Kelly prodded the stupid youth
evilly.  'Did you ever see anything like that before?  Wait my son, I'll
show you something even more interesting."  She raised the whip
threateningly.  "Turn over, bitch.  Show him everything."
     As Lynn saw the whip hover over her, fear took possession of her
mind, and she quickly obeyed, not understanding precisely what she was
supposed to show but flopping hastily over on her stomach anyway.
     "Spread'em!" came the lewd command.
     Anguish in her heart, Lynn slowly separated her trembling legs, and
instantly felt Kelly and the giant crouching down beside her, menancingly
leaning over her nakedly helpless body.  Suddenly a woman's hand invaded
the delicate flesh surrounding her vagina.
     "See, isn't this nice down here, Freddy?  UMMMMMMH, how big your cock
is getting, my fine, handsome son.  Lynn would be so happy to have you
make love to her, Freddy, only she's too shy to ask you for it.  Just go
ahead and fuck her, Freddy.  She really likes you."
     "Freddy fuck girl?" grumbled the monster dubiously, not quite able to
convince his sluggish brain that happiness like this was possible for
someone like him.  Kelly guided him into position, her fingers were
wandering lewdly and the chained young wife shivered with terror as she
felt the older woman separating the fearfully trembling cheeks of her
buttocks.  A soft finger swept over her tightly puckered little anus.
     "Do you know how to do it, Freddy?" whispered the actress lustily,
her hand kneading and twisting Lynn's soft, smoothly rounded buttocks
without mercy.  "Do you know where to put it, that big beautiful hard
thing you have?"
     No, no, no! Lynn was screaming inside of her head, her hands
uselessly clawing at the dog collar in a first futile attempt to break
away from her torturers.
     "Of course you do," Kelly continued, in the same sugary voice.  "You
put it right here, in this little round hole.  Lynn will really like that,
Freddy.  You'll make her so happy."
     The young wife froze with sudden fear.  Kelly was not touching her
open empty vagina as she spoke, her fingers were lecherously caressing the
tight rubbery ring of her anus.
     "Noooooooooo! not there.  Noooooo!" she screamed, but Freddy had been
told to listen to Kelly and do whatever he was told, and the young man
obeyed instructions to the letter, too ignorant to dream of trying to
think for himself.  Lynn felt Kelly's hands move quickly away, replaced
almost immediately by the giant's wetly slavering lips as Freddy thrust
his face into the crevice separating her frantically cringing buttocks.
The monster had lost control, and he was biting and licking wildly, his
massive hands pinning her to the floor and his fingers inching their way
into the warm moistness of her hotly quivering vagina.
     The pain was getting fierce and Lynn knew, this time with certainty,
that she had found the bottom of the barrel at last.  Freddy was moving in
steadily, forcing her knees apart as he opened her up with unconscious
roughness, his finger now prodding and poling at the tiny brown hole,
causing the nakedly kneeling wife to jerk forward spasmodically each time
with the unexpected pain.
     "Open up to him," warned Kelly her voice steady and menacing.  "Open
or we use that whip again."
     It made little difference in fact whether Lynn cooperated or not,
since Freddy by this point was taking matters into his own hands.  One
huge finger had already penetrated the fragile elastic ring and he was
working it around methodically inside the moistly heated depths of her
rectum.  She groaned pathetically and lowered her face to the floor,
trying desperately to relax her stunned body in order to minimize the pain
when he came pounding into her.  Lynn had never in her life even heard of
such a thing, and she could hardly make herself believe that this sordid
sodomy was actually happening to her, Lynn Langley, the blonde housewife
married to a TV cameraman.  But if she had any doubts about the reality of
her situation, they were soon washed away.  Freddy added a second finger
to the first and began thrusting the two in and out of her tightly-clasped
anal passage with even greater vigor, and Lynn was forced to jerk her
naked young buttocks back and forth in a futile attempt to escape the
pain.
     "Come on, my handsome son," urged Kelly obscenely.  "Can't you see
she's ready to go?"
     The giant grunted in agreement and jerked his fingers abruptly from
the tortured anal crevice and grasped his own massively throbbing
instrument, now fully aroused.  Gleefully he moved forward.  He was going
to make Lynn happy and he was proud of his fine big cock, the biggest one-
-they had told him---that anyone at the studio had ever seen.  He would be
able to make her happy with this, they had assured him, and Freddy
believed that it was true.
     Her position was not right, he sensed, and so the muscular giant
easily hoisted her up on her hands and knees, simultaneously pressing
forward into her tormented backside with his broad, lust-swollen cock,
instinctively feeling for the opening.
     Given his total lack of experience, it was amazing that he found it
as quickly as he did.  The tight sphincter muscles offered all the
resistance within their feeble power, but the contest was clearly unequal.
With the clumsiness which comes with unnaturally great strength, he pushed
forward, harder and harder, until he felt the tight elastic ring of her
anus beginning to cave inward.  A broad contented smile crossed his face
as the dim-witted monster realized that he was about to have the first
sexual experience of his tragic life, and he shoved all the harder for
joy, ignoring her agonized screams for mercy as he did.

                           *    *    *

     It was the screaming which awoke Matt, finally, and he sat bolt
upright in his chair, thinking at first that it was much earlier in the
evening than it really was, and WRT-TV was featuring a Western or a murder
movie.  He rubbed his eyes in confusion and focused unsteadily on the
screen.  What was this?  He slid off his chair in alarm and crouched on
his haunches in front of the TV set.  No it couldn't be!  This was a
nightmare!  Unless his eyes were deceiving him, he was watching a frail-
bodied young blonde woman being sodomized by a giant!  But this was no
nightmare, he was wide awake, and he was really seeing what he was seeing.
     The television cameraman was stunned for a moment, unable to think of
any possible explanation for this incredible phenomenon.  He checked the
channel setting and discovered that the set was still tuned to WRT-TV.  He
checked his watch and realized that his station should have been off the
air a half-hour ago.  The only explanation was that some depraved
television employee was broadcasting this filth on WRT-TV's airwaves, for
some incomprehensible motive.  For the good name of the station he had to
do something fast, before someone saw this monstrous business and called
the police.  Matt jumped for the phone to call Phil Agard's home.

                           *    *    *

     The spasm of pain was unbearable, and the nakedly chained young wife
twisted and screamed, bellowing so loudly that the technicians, smiling
lewdly at one another, turned down the sound to protect the ears of their
future viewers.  Lynn's frantically quivering buttocks seemed to be on
fire, and she wiggled and squirmed like a creature possessed, not capable
of rational thought and driven only by an overwhelming need to free her
poor fragmented anus from the tree trunk which had suddenly been rammed up
inside of it.  She bucked back at him with all the strength on her nakedly
straining body, but her frail muscles were no match for the three hundred
pound giant of a man who had thrown himself on top of her.
     "Aaaaaaggggghhhhh, Oh God!" she beseeched, feeling as if this
dreadful impalement had reduced her to something less than human.
     Freddy skewered himself forward another time, drops of saliva
drooling from his open mouth and onto her white naked back as he
instinctively established a rhythm and began fucking steadily in and out
of her heatedly clenched rectum with steady regular strokes.  Lynn felt
that the battle was over, and her strength disappeared suddenly.  She
collapsed forward on her belly, her ripely dangling breasts cushioning her
against the hardness of the floor.
     "Like it, Lynn---baby?" whispered Kelly lecherously, wanting to deepen
the young woman's torment.
     The girl's response was a heart-felt groan as her pain wracked body
was jerked involuntarily back and forth by the violence of the giant's
sodomizing thrusts.  The pain had not gone away by any means, but it was
more manageable now and Lynn found her mind clearing somewhat.  She had to
survive, if only to have her revenge on the Agard's for what they had
subjected her to.  She had to live long enough to see them both in jail.
Her life was finished, though!  After this, she could never look another
decent person in the face again.  Now she was running on hate alone.
     She began to fight back, somehow!  She had to show them how much she
hated and despised them and in a sudden burst of rage, she slammed her
much-abused white buttocks back against the giant who was savagely
molesting her.  She thrust back again and again, trying to tear his great
beating cock right out of his groin if she could!

                           *    *    *

     No one answered at the Agard household, and Matt decided that Phil
and Kelly had probably gone out for a night on the town.  Involuntarily,
his eyes crept back to the grossly degenerate scene on his television
tube.  Incredible, he told himself, his mind searching unsuccessfully for
a set of circumstances which would explain this strange phenomenon.  He
moved closer to the screen, a tiny bit aroused by the unfamiliar sight of
a woman being anally raped ... wait a minute, that gal isn't being raped,
he decided.  At first it had seemed as if she were being taken against her
will, and those screams had certainly sounded realistic enough, but now it
looked much more as if she were cooperating fully in this degenerate
sodomistic adventure.
     Her lush young breasts were shaking back and forth excitingly as she
surged to and fro, and the girl's hips were now slamming back
energetically into the giant's massive groin.  Matt had little experience
with this sort of thing, but all the evidence told him this was not a
rape.  Wait, the camera was moving in for a close-up, and Matt stepped
nearer to the set, hoping for a clue as to what was going on.
     "Hmmmmmmmmm," he said aloud in the empty room.  "Pity you can't see
her face because that is a very attractive woman there.  Looks vaguely
familiar somehow.  Ah, she's turning her head ..."
     The world suddenly fell in on the young cameraman and his knees
unexpectedly went weak, forcing him to sit down hard.  It was Lynn, her
lips drawn back up over her ivory teeth and her face contorted into a mask
of what was actually pain, but which Matt interpreted as passion.
     A cold sweat broke out on the young man's face and for a moment he
was seriously afraid he was going to faint.  It couldn't be!
     It was!  The camera panned in directly on her clean-cut attractive
features, leaving no doubt about her identity.  It was his wife being
fouly violated on television for everyone in town to see.
     Suddenly a great many things began to fall in place in the man's
head.  Agard's strange enthusiasm for sending him away on constant field
trips; Lynn's unusual behavior, her unexpected interest in knitting
mittens for refugees until late at night; there were a great many
questions still left unanswered, but the main outlines of the situation
were clear.  His wife had become something worse than a whore.  Matt
Langley knew his duty.
     A great many questions, thought the young sports enthusiast as he
pulled his battered suitcase down off the closet shelf, but I don't really
want to know anymore answers.
     "Ugggggh!" grunted Freddy as he felt the powerful internal muscles of
her sphincter close around his wetly pistoning penis.  He grunted again
and found that the increased pressure was doubling his pleasure and the
giant smiled to himself as he felt Lynn's voluptuous young body start to
come to life under him.  At first he had feared that he was hurting her,
but now it seemed to his feeble brain that she was enjoying herself, just
as Kelly said she would.
     The chained young wife's body undulated fiercely, her smoothly
rounded buttocks rotating in vicious little circles, and Freddy's
massively throbbing cock was tingling with a strange mysterious excitement
which he had never experienced before.  With his huge muscular hands?  he
spread the cheeks of her firmly working ass even farther apart, and his
eyes almost bulged from his head as he watched the glistening thickness of
his long rubbery cock as it glided smoothly in and out of the tortured
receptacle of her rectum.  Mistaking the girl's frantic writhing and
moaning for intense passion, he increased the tempo of his stroke,
ploughing into her with a maniac's sexual fury and feeling the beginnings
of a wildly exciting sensation deep inside his own body.
     "Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh Christ!" groaned the girl as she felt him jerk
convulsively inside of her?  and realized that he was now about to fill
her helpless belly with his hot churning cum, and that there was nothing
in the world she could do to prevent it.  She would have to take it,
kneeling submissively and chained to the floor in front of him like the
most humble slave in the world.
     "Oh cum, Freddy, cum!" she encouraged him, wanting him to spew his
vile seed into her nakedly trembling body and get it over with, freeing
her from the bestial indignity which was being heaped upon her.  Freddy
gurgled like an animal and dug his sharp fingernails into her sensitive
flesh, trying to force his mammothly swollen hardness even farther into
the girl's helpless young body, his great murderous cock throbbing for an
instant and then exploding like a damn.
     Lynn thought it was going to go on forever as the huge youth spewed a
lifetime of accumulated lusts into the unnatural cavern of her anus, the
hot sticky cum overflowing and forcing its way out of the tight nether
ring to dribble shamefully down her legs, mixed with the orgiastic juices
from her own body.
     Lynn tumbled forward on the mattress, completely spent and exhausted
and the big youth collapsed on top of her, gently caressing her hair and
mumbling childish endearments, convinced that he had finally made a woman
happy despite his size.  Lynn gasped and sighed in defeat, feeling his
deflated flaccid penis slowly retreating, leaving a trail of cum and pain
behind it and making an obscene wet sucking sound as it slipped out from
between the full half-moons of her buttocks with a popping noise which
could be heard all over the room.
     Now, she thought irrationally, now there will be peace.  Whatever
happens tomorrow is unimportant.  Now they will take me home and I can
sleep.
     "Okay boys, round'em up!" came a voice from the back of the room, and
Lynn looked up, thinking that the tape was not yet finished and Phil had
engineered a second part which would probably be more obscene than the
first.  God, why couldn't they at least halt the cameras for a few minutes
to allow her to rest!  They had no right to start in with another
debauchery without at least giving her a chance to recover from the first
one.
     Men dressed in policeman's costumes were walking onto the set and
once again Lynn had the opportunity to admire Kelly's acting skill.  The
older actress looked terrified, as if she were actually about to be
arrested.  Lynn felt vague and dreamy, not particularly caring what
happened or what wild plot Lenny and Phil had organized so long as she was
able to rest.  Maybe these actor policemen would start on Kelly instead of
her.  They sure looked like real policemen ...
     "Okay, baby, on your feet!" ordered one of them, a tall redheaded
Irishman with sergeant's stripes on his shoulder.  More good acting,
thought Lynn dreamily.  He really sounds like a policeman and she complied
slowly, remembering to face the camera as she rose ...
     The camera was stopped.  Shaking her head with disbelief as the
sergeant wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, she saw Phil Agard
standing in a corner, his hands in handcuffs and Lenny loudly demanding to
see his lawyer as he was led out of the room.  Freddy looked mystified as
he held out his hands meekly for the cuffs, and Kelly snarled at the
policeman for pinching her skin as he slid the metal circles over her
wrists.

                           *    *    *

     "So we got a deal?" smiled Agard, waving his cigar at the lieutenant
across the desk.  I must remember to say something nice about you guys the
next time I attend a town meeting."
     "Yeah, do that," grinned the police lieutenant evilly.  "Yeah, we got
a deal buddy.  The police ain't in the business of keeping an enterprising
businessman like yourself from earning an honest dollar.  Incidentally,
how did it happen?"
     "A fluke," explained Agard easily.  "The technician who was handling
the wires forgot to unplug the studio from the main board after we shot
the live newscast.  So when that idiot of a night watchman forgot to close
down the transmitter, the sound and picture from the studio were broadcast
normally, just as if we had intended it that way.  I understand half the
town saw it."
     "Yeah, but we only got a couple of calls from a few spoil sports.  By
the way, we're going to have to book the kid.  We found him smoking pot.
A little fun and games with girls and television cameras we can get
around, but smoking marijuana is a serious offense."
     "Yeah, throw the book at him," agreed Agard callously.  "If the press
makes any noise, we can always say that the kid was using the studio to
watch dirty movies and one of them accidentally got transmitted.  Not our
fault at all."
     "Right, perfect," exclaimed the corrupt policeman.  "We're gonna need
a story of some kind anyway, and we might as well dump it all on the kid.
Damn dirty hippies deserve anything that happens to them!  Listen, before
you go, there's one last thing ..."
     "Yeah?" asked Agard agreeably.
     "Well, some of the boys have taken a shine to the little blonde girl
who was doing the scene.  Well, you know how it is, we were wondering if
we couldn't hold her here over night and have a little fun with her before
we have to let her go in the morning.  A whore like that shouldn't mind a
couple of tired old cops climbing on her bones, especially since she's
getting off scot-free!"
     "Lieutenant, she's all yours," Phil assured him with a sympathetic
smile.  It must get boring around the station house and I know the boys'll
enjoy our little Lynn.  Oh, by the way, my check will be in the mail
tomorrow, don't worry about that end of it."
     "And you promised to invite us to your screenings," added the
policeman, helping himself to another of Phil's cigars.
     "I won't forget," promised the producer.  "You keep people from
bothering me, Lieutenant, and I'll do my best to return the favor."
     The two men shook hands and went out to get the others from their
temporary cells.  Lynn was led to a back room, still naked underneath the
blanket they had thrown around her, and the policeman winked at one
another as the door closed behind her.

                           *    *    *

     The phone was ringing as she let herself into her home the following
morning, but she ignored it, walking straight to the bedroom to wake up
Matt.  He would probably leave her anyway, but she had to confess
everything before he heard it from some other source.  Who knows?  Maybe
he would understand.
     But the bedroom was empty except for the ringing phone and the girl
observed that her husband's clothing was missing from the closet.  In the
living room, the television was still glowing, a silent message to her
that he had heard and seen everything.
     Too tired and broken to have much of an emotional reaction, Lynn
wandered back into the bedroom and answered the phone.
     "Lynn-baby, this is Phil.  Listen honey, everything's been taken care
of."
     "Matt is gone," she informed him dully, feeling completely empty
inside.
     "Yeah, now listen lovely, that accidental transmission last night
didn't hurt us in the slightest.  We're beating the rap as far as the
police are concerned, and the market for that film we made has just gone
off the boards.  Everybody who saw it wants to see it again and those who
missed it want to see it to judge for themselves.  We'll re-shoot the last
scene tonight and Sammy thinks we can get copies on the market by sometime
next week.  Naturally, there'll be a sequel ..."
     "Phil, Matt is gone," she repeated, her mind hardly functioning with
exhaustion and shame.
     "Yeah, I heard you baby, listen now, you don't need him and I think
WRT-TV's been over-doing this sports bit anyway.  You're big business,
Lynn and you're gonna make big money because we got police protection.
It's all been arranged."
     "I ... I don't want to do it anymore, Phil.  Don't you understand?
I've lost my husband ..."
     "And who's going to support you now, love?" asked the producer
cruelly.  "You've got mortgage payments on that house, as I recall and you
got to keep food on the table, hubby or no hubby.  You got one job that
can keep the cash flowing in, lover, and that's with me, so forget about
quiting.  Now, I want you to get some sleep because we shoot tonight at
nine."
     Lynn felt the beginnings of a dull headache coming on.  The policemen
had worked her over mercilessly last night, and her bones were aching.
     "Will you send a cab for me?" she asked.
     "Baby, you're a star now," raved Agard.  "The cab'll be there at
eight thirty.  Now will you get some sleep?  I want you fresh and
beautiful tonight."
     "Yes, Phil," Lynn whispered, knowing it was all lost.  "Whatever you
say, Phil."



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