American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 29: Rape?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 29: Rape? - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
Wednesday morning, I walked with Carrie, Jerry, and Bonnie to the studio where the filming was taking place. I’d gotten a ‘permanent’ visitor’s pass. Bonnie had given me a studio tour, and later that morning, we caught up with the filming of Earth Abides in one of the buildings. We tiptoed in behind where everyone was focused on Shane and Carrie talking about options for survival once the electricity went off for the rest of time.
Carrie was playing a somewhat panicked woman that Shane had found as he drove his old Jeep into the desolate town that should have been bustling with people and commerce. Instead, he found mass graves and only one lone survivor.
Bonnie and I sat and watched the action. Ang would coach them, remind them of the dialogue, film, and then repeat so they had other camera angles on the same scene. I whispered a question to Bonnie, “Is Carrie doing alright?”
Bonnie nodded, “She’s good, better than we expected. We thought we have to have her acting coach glued to her side, but now she’s only getting a little of that around the lunch break. If she wasn’t good, you’d see Ang tearing his hair out and yelling. He does that when he’s frustrated with someone.”
Eventually, I left everyone to their movie and walked back to the apartment. I went online, had a few Zoom calls, did some work, ate some of the food we’d gotten on Sunday afternoon, and then the door opened and Carrie, Bonnie, Ellen, and Jerry walked in. The time was just after six o’clock.
Carrie flopped down on the sofa with her eyes shut. “I am exhausted. I never thought that making a movie could be so tiresome. The others chuckled. I served up glasses of wine for most, and a diet pop for Jerry.
Looking at Jerry, I did a slight gesture at Bonnie. He smiled and surreptitiously gave me an ‘okay’ sign. I think they really liked each other. I wondered if there was a future for them other than for the next few months.
We went to a casual restaurant named Colt’s. The women had salads. Jerry and I had the meat loaf dinner. As usual in such situations, I picked up the tab. Ellen and I walked back to the apartment holding hands. Carrie was deep in thought about the work the next day.
Ellen assured me that what she was going through was normal and she’d get past her angst in a month or so. She also told me that Carrie did well today, although she was being really hard on herself and worrying about perfection.
Ellen also gave a chuckle, “Carrie doesn’t know it yet, but tomorrow afternoon is the first of the nude scenes with her and Shane. You should be there. Hell, you watched the two of them fuck, so this will be tame by comparison.”
“How do you know?” I asked her.
“I took a look at the script book that Ang is using. He has it arranged by shooting date. Thus, tomorrow they find each other and have their first fuck. In case you didn’t know, scenes that they film are not done in the same order that they’ll appear in the movie.”
“Does Ang know that they’ve already fucked at the Saturday party?”
“I doubt it. It’ll all be done with shadows and fake action, but the two of them will be naked and rubbing their genitals together. Shane thinks this whole moment is to show off his ‘fabulous body’. I think the draw to the box office will be getting to see Princess Caroline in her birthday suit – a little T&A.”
“I’ll come over after lunch. Will they be in the same studio?”
“Yes, this scene is supposedly inside in her character’s apartment. They go there to prepare dinner. The lovemaking takes place after their meal.”
Thursday afternoon found me sitting in a fold-up chair against the back wall in the studio watching the filming action over a hundred feet away in a ‘sunlit’ room. The studio actually had no windows, but great lighting.
Ellen came and sat with me. She held my hand. She whispered, “Very soon. They’re just finishing the meal scene. This is where they discover that the running water has stopped.”
We watched, occasionally standing and even moving closer to hear some of the dialogue. I thought Carrie was doing a great job, but what did I know.
Ang said a few things and there was a slight rearrangement of the set to bring the day bed in the living room closer and push the kitchen to the back. There were some still photos taken for comparison or for a reshoot if necessary, and then the action started.
Carrie threw her hands up in frustration over the lack of water coming from the pipes in her apartment. She was obviously playing a depressed woman. Shane moved and held her in his arms to comfort her, and then they started kissing – snogging, Carrie called it.
Ang just kept the cameras rolling. Two of them moved closer to the couple. Shane started pawing at Carrie’s body, and then as a camera got behind her, he lifted her t-shirt up and away. They kissed again, even more passionately. Carrie started to fumble with Shane’s belt and his shirt.
There was reshooting as they both got topless and in their clutch and kissing. Soon the two of them were in the dying shadows of the outside sunset, but naked. They collapsed on the sofa, and then they were in the missionary position making slow love to one another – possibly the last two people alive on the planet at that point in the movie.
Ang eventually used his microphone and speaker. “AND FADE TO BLACK. CUT. Good job everyone. You two can get dressed. That scene is in the book.”
As I watched, Shane made a statement by walking around naked, showing off. Carrie rolled her eyes, and put on her t-shirt first, since it was long enough to hide all her naughty bits. She got back into her undies and jeans, and put on her sneakers.
When she was dressed, she came back and gave me a kiss. She said, “He was really going to fuck me, the bastard. He knew just what to do to get that cock of his inside me. He was close and has my juices all over his cockhead but didn’t get further. I didn’t say anything because it would have ruined the scene, but next time – if there is one – I’m going to bite his shoulder so hard that he bleeds for a week.” She was fuming.
Jerry was nearby and heard her remark. He came up towards her, but things happened rapidly then.
She was trying to figure out what else to do, when Shane walked up behind. He started to speak and make a snarky comment to her about their fucking on film and how she cock-blocked him. Carrie whirled around, and her right arm went airborne, backed by some of her marshal art’s training, no doubt. She slapped his face so hard that the sound could probably be heard half-way across the country.
Shane’s whole body staggered sideways a step, and that opened up the space between his legs as he fought for balance. Carrie followed the slap with a soccer kick in Shane’s nuts. She had her sneakers on, so it wasn’t like the damage she could have done with hard-toed shoes or spike heels.
She screamed at him, “YOU KEEP YOUR GOD DAMN DICK OUT OF MY PUSSY, YOU FUCKING PERVERT. If you try that again, I guarantee you that I’ll charge you rape – like I should do now, and I’ll bust your balls and pecker so hard people will never find them again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”
The whole studio was frozen in position and watching the loud and dramatic scene between the two, especially Ang, their director for the film. I doubted that he’d ever had a situation like this during one of his films. I bit my tongue, but took a step up behind my wife to show unity. Ellen stepped up on her other side facing Shane.
For his part, Shane was still bent over slightly holding his balls with both hands. His face was scrunched up showing some serious pain. He said, “But we fucked last Saturday...”
Carrie said with a strong British accent, “And a piss poor fuck, it was. All you cared about was getting off, plus no man has ever started and ended so fast in me. In America, I think they call you a Minutemen. You gave no satisfaction, and you make love worse than a dead lizard. You need lessons, my friend. I have no interest in any relationship with you other than what I need to do to complete this movie.” Her sarcasm was heavy.