Pain Becomes Her
(M+/FF, pain, hum, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

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 Arla Eisenberg 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. Arla 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 KCTW-TV, the local television.

Depressed and feeling a slight headache coming on, Arla 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.

Arla 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 extremely puffy, rose-tipped nipples. The nightie was tight and form fitted, dutifully following the breathtaking curves of her ripe EE-cup breasts, 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, Arla's smoothly chiseled features were marred by a frown, and the restless dissatisfaction she was feeling showed clearly in her large hazel eyes. Arla 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 Ned Giorgio 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 hairy 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 asscheeks 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! Arla, 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, Arla 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 KCTW-TV and gotten involved in her disastrous love affair with Ned Giorgio, 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 Ned 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 Ned 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!

Ned could hardly hide the sadistic grin on his face when he saw that I was coming on like an express train. Ned 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 Arla 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 Ned, 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 Ned 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 Ned 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 clit. Then he found what he was looking for and shoved! Every time Ned 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.

Arla 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 Arla 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 Ned Giorgio 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 Ned, 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.

Ned 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 Ned 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 Ned 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. Ned Giorgio 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 Eisenberg 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, Arla 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 Giorgio 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 Arla'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 Arla'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 Arla 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 hairy edges of her delicately pulsating vagina to her fingers, and her breath quickened noticeably as she stimulated the tiny pink button of her clit, 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. Arla 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 clit 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 sweet 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. Arla 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 Ned, honey," came the relaxed, easy tones of the television executive who was her husband's present boss and her former lover.

"Ned?" she responded in alarm. "But Ned... 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," Arla 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," Giorgio 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?"

Arla Eisenberg 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 Ned, settling himself uninvited into an easy chair and lighting a cigarette without taking the trouble even to offer her one.

"What do you want, Ned?" 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," Giorgio 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, Ned," 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."

Arla 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 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 Arla, 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?"

Giorgio 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?"

Arla had said no adamantly, but Ned 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 Arla 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 KCTW-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 Ned'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 makeup man. "Arla'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?" Arla inquired with surprise. Kelly Giorgio was an attractive woman in her early thirties, certainly good looking enough to be a professional actress, but this was the first time that Arla had heard of Giorgio'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 videos director, a squat, mean looking man named Finn 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 Arla 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, KCTW-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 Ned had said something about shooting an oriental scene with slave girls. Very strange!

"Why, Arla, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Giorgio as Arla 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. Ned had once said that Kelly knew all about it and didn't mind, but Arla had not believed him.

"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Giorgio," 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. Giorgio' anymore. Now that we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do nicely. Actually I'm amazed that Ned 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 Ned 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. Giorgio in a hearty friendly manner, sliding a bottle of vodka down her dressing table towards Arla Eisenberg. "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."

Arla 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 makeup to give her skin some color under the bright lights on the set.

"Finish your drink, baby," advised Jon bruskly, nodding in Arla'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 Arla, 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, Arla 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 makeup man said to Kelly Giorgio. "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!

Arla'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 asscheeks 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 Arla 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."

Arla'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 Arla had made for herself a few minutes before. Jon was preparing his makeup 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?"

Arla 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 Ned 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."

Arla 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 makeup 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, Arla watched Kelly Giorgio 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 Arla noticing the girl's curiosity. "You start to sweat out there, and it shows up on the video unless you get some of this stuff on."

"But they're not going to see you... your breasts, surely," objected Arla, 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. Giorgio just giggled at this rudeness and Arla 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 Arla'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 makeup, threw a small mysterious bag on the table, and departed without further explanation!

"What's this?" asked Arla innocently, picking up the bag and wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible makeup 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, Arla 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! Arla 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, Arla 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 Giorgio 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. Ned Giorgio 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 Arla 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 Finn 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 Arla 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 Ned Giorgio from behind the camera. "Take it easy on her Finn, 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 Arla 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 Ned 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 asscheeks 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, Arla 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 Arla 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, Arla 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 KCTW-TV, what was it for? Certainly Ned Giorgio 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 Arla'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 Arla'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, Arla, 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, Arla 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, Arla 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!

Arla 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, Arla 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 Arla'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 ovalled.

I don't believe this is really happening! Arla 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 Giorgio'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.

Arla was frozen in a state of absolute panic. This was the same indecent animalistic act which Giorgio 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?

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, Arla 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. Arla 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 asscheeks 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.

Arla 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, Ned Giorgio adjusted his pants awkwardly to hide the almost painful erection which had been provoked by what was happening before his eyes. Arla 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. Arla 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 asscheeks, she was urging him to move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to treat her delicately ovalled 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 Arla 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 Ned and Finn; 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. Arla 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 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 Arla 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. Arla'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. Arla 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!"

Arla 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 asscheeks, 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 asscheeks 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 hairy 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 Arla 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. Arla 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 Arla, blushing a little as she found herself slipping into Ned'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? Where on earth could you sell such a thing?

Arla 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 Ned's nakedly writhing wife.

Kelly was moaning constantly and Arla 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 Giorgio 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.

Arla 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 Finn, 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. Arla 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."

Arla 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.

"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?" Arla 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 Arla 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!"

Arla 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 Arla 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 Ned Giorgio's little after hours activity. Giorgio 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 KCTW-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 Arla 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?" Arla 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. Giorgio 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 KCTW-TV. But I'm not complaining."

"I am," asserted Arla 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."

Arla 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?"

"Arla, this is Ned," came the voice.

"Oh, hi Ned," 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," Giorgio 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 Giorgio self-confidently. "Wouldn't you even like to see the video 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."

"Ned, 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 Giorgio. "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."

Arla 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," Giorgio 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 sequel with you as the lead, and I think that it's worth a try."

"But Ned," 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."

"Ned, 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."

Arla felt a sinking defeated feeling in her bones that told her clearly that Giorgio 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," Giorgio 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, Giorgio!" 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 Arla, who was chatting nervously with Kelly and sipping her third drink of the evening. "That broad ain't never gonna buy this screwing business."

Ned Giorgio smiled patronizingly at the short squat cigar smoking director, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Finn, you've got to use your head in this business," he lectured. "First, I've told Arla 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 is too damn precise!"

"Cool it, Finn, 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 Giorgio 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 Arla over and that's it."

"Good, now as you see, Arla'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 Giorgio'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 Ned 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 Finn.

"She probably would, but she doesn't know that's going to be involved," Giorgio 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 Finn 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 Giorgio 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."

Arla 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 makeup on?" wondered Jon acidly, impatient as always. "You, get your clothes off!"

"I thought I didn't have to!" protested Arla 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 makeup on you right. Come on, get naked, will ya? We ain't got all night!"

Deciding that it was useless to argue anymore, Arla shyly turned her back on the makeup man and began nervously getting undressed throwing her garments one by one over the back of a chair while Kelly Giorgio 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 makeup 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 makeup 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 asscheeks. At last, the makeup 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. Arla jerked a little as he took each gently swelling breast in his hard hand and briskly covered the soft yielding Mesh with makeup before darkening each tiny tingling nipple with a special pencil. Arla 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 makeup cream on to the surface of her stomach.

"A little too hairy down here," he commented suddenly. "Kelly, pass me those scissors, will you?"

Arla 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, Arla 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. "Finn wants the two of you on set as soon as possible."

A few minutes later dressed in her skimpy slave girl costume, Arla walked timidly out to where the technicians were busily setting up their television cameras. Before leaving the sanctuary of their dressing room, Arla 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. Arla 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 Arla 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 Ned 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," Arla 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," Finn ordered brusquely. "Same positions as last time."

Out of the corner of her eye, Arla 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 Arla 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 Arla's direction. "What do you say to that slave?"

A worried look crossed the slave's face, and Arla 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 Arla 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. Arla 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 Arla. "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. Arla 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 Arla knew that this had all been a terrible mistake. She could not go through with it! Ned 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 Arla 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.

Arla'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 makeup 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. Arla'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 Ned Giorgio'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, Arla 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."

Arla 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 asscheeks 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 asscheeks, 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. Arla 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 Arla 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 asscheeks, 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 porn- 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 asscheeks even farther apart as he lapped at her like an animal gone mad. Arla'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 clit 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.

Arla 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, Finn 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 Arla'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.

Arla'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 asscheeks 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 porn-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!" Arla 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 Arla 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. Arla'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 Arla 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 asscheeks, 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 Arla was thrashed back and forth between the two men, realizing with despair that the cruel sadistic porn-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, Arla 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 asscheeks 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!"

Arla was beyond resistance. It passed vaguely through her head that she had broken off her love affair with Ned Giorgio 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 ovalled 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 sweet 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 sweet precum 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. Arla'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