Chapter 8

Gillian Edwards had been absolutely right. Several afternoons later she had gone to her brother-in-law's downtown studio and let him fuck her long and hard for several hours. She then hit him with her request to use his camera and studio for the evening to make her own fuck film. He had gladly acceded when she had promised to come back the next day and let him and Basil double-fuck her, both at the same time. He had carefully gone over the operation of the simple 16mm camera and then left for a dinner engagement that he and Taffy had with some out-of-town film buyers.

On the strength of her faith in her ability to fuck Frank into agreeing to her making a film, Gillian had earlier set up a young girl she had picked up down at the bus depot for the starring role. She had based the plot on one of her own fantasies and one she was certain almost all women had lying in the back of their subconscious minds. She was going to film the girl being raped and humiliated after having walked in on two sex-crazed burglars who had ostensibly broken into her apartment.

She licked her lips and smiled in anticipation as she slipped the first reel of film in the camera. The girl was ideal for the part and it would be a wild film that should turn both men and women on. The girl's name was Cindy, and even though she was eighteen, she looked only about fifteen and had that fresh "off-the-farm" beauty that would raise a man's cock in seconds. And... she really was innocent. She had, of course, been fucked before, but was still relatively innocent, and Gillian had been careful to disclose all the girl would have to do to earn her much needed twenty-five dollars. She had told her she would have to fuck for it in front of a movie camera and pretend she was being raped by two of the toughest guys in the city, and the young girl had just smiled and agreed to it all. Plucky little thing, this Cindy.

The guys, named Buck and Charlie, had been no problem at all. She had just entered a bar on 42nd Street and offered them ten bucks apiece for their services to screw a young girl silly, and they had jumped at the chance for a strange piece of ass and enough money to throw a good drunk on with.

"All right, everyone, places," Gillian commanded after she finished loading the camera and setting the lighting to her liking. "And let's make it good. I want everyone to put their whole hearts into it and turn out a real turn-on film."

She aimed the camera at the door of the rundown tenement room she had arranged as a set in Frank's studio and flipped it on. "Lights, camera, action!" she shouted and let the story she had laid out begin to unfold before the camera's eye.

There was the rattling of a key in the door, and the voluptuous blonde Cindy opened it and started to enter her room. She suddenly saw the two men inside, and with a look of horror on her face, started to turn and run, but the ugliest of the two men, Buck, jumped out and grabbed hold of her arm before she could get away. Cindy struggled furiously, trying to escape the burglar's powerful hold, but he dragged her convincingly, screaming and kicking, into the room. With growing alarm, she realized that she was now trapped in her own apartment and at the mercy of two heartless criminals.

She fought down the rising panic inside her as the man deposited her in the middle of the room. She would try to reason with him, she figured. She would let them have her money and everything would be all right. They would leave and not touch her. Her mouth opened and her eyes looked up at him, but his face was covered with scars and she couldn't stand to look at him, so she quickly glanced away. For the first time she saw the other one, as the camera panned to him. Just as ragged and beat up as his friend, he was stretched out on her turned-down bed, a bottle of whiskey at his side. He sat up, looking at the voluptuous young teenager with great interest, his mouth gaping wide and a bit of spittle forming in its corner.

"You can have all my money..." Cindy started. "For heaven's sake... please, you've got to let me go!" She held her hands at her throat and tried backing toward the door.

"Who you tryin' to kid? What's this, some game? We don't need no money, kid... just some good fuckin'." He grabbed at Cindy's huge young tits, taking one in each hand and squeezing hard. Cindy screamed as loud as she could, pushing at the big paws that surrounded her twin mounds.

"Help!" she yelled. "Somebody help me!"

Buck stood back from her, surprised before the camera by her determination to get away, then his ugly face twisted from a jovial leer into a determined scowl.

"Aw no! Naw... you ain't gonna holler like that... shut up!" Buck jerked his hand forward and hit her across the face with a hard blow, then before she could catch her breath to scream again, he clamped his dirty hand across her mouth, turning her about rudely and twisting her arm behind her back in a hammerlock.

"That's it," Gillian murmured softly, surprised by the intensity with which the actors were entering into the spirit of the film. The young actress's eyes bulged above the huge hand that pressed down on her lips. She shuddered as a shiver of well-acted revulsion started at her toes and ran straight up to her scalp. It was too horrible to believe. She made moaning and grunting noises, muffling her mouth against the hard, rough skin of the burglar's hand as inside her head the screams she could not utter resounded with shattering strength. She struggled wildly, but he moved her with him across the room, holding her body close to his. She felt an enormous surge of hysteria rise from her belly and her legs and arms began to tremble uncontrollably as she saw that they were getting closer and closer to the other man on her bed against the wall.

Cindy's arm looked as though it was twisted almost to the breaking point, and she looked as though she would faint from the pain, but she soon had still another nightmare to consider as she gazed down at the dreadful sight of the man on the bed grinning toothlessly up at her. She could see him begin to drool hideously, and she tried even more desperately to get away from the restraining hands.

The one called Charlie looked up at the voluptuous young blonde, his fishy eyes popping as he took in the breathtaking sight of her as her thin coat hung open revealing the diaphanous material of her summer dress, a glint of bare skin showing through the light covering. He reached up and with one gruff motion ripped at her coat, pulling sharply downwards so that the sleeves remained hanging on her arms, and her filmy dress exposed all her tantalizing young curves to his face. His look took in the long voluptuous legs, draped by the folds of Cindy's dress, the tantalizing stretch of her thighs, the startling cups of her huge white tits, jutting forth as she strained to get away.

"Oh, man oh man!" Charlie grinned. "Looky here!" He felt like someone had dropped a million dollars in his lap; he'd never seen anything that even approached the perfection of Cindy's body. He began to laugh and chortle, clapping his hands and bouncing up and down on the bed for the benefit of the ceaselessly grinding camera.

"Can I touch her, Buck? Can I?" He looked pleadingly up at his companion, who continued to apply enough pressure on Cindy's arm to keep her from bolting.

"Later, later!" Buck answered roughly according to the script. "Hand me something... hand me those silk stockings!" He pointed to a pair of Cindy's long hosiery on the floor beside the bed. Charlie bent over and picked them up, pausing to look at the teen-aged blonde's ankles and calves from the new angle before handing the socks up to Buck, then he watched with something like admiration as Buck quickly fashioned a knot and bound Cindy's hands tightly together behind her back. He found a handkerchief in his pocket and pushed it way to the back of Cindy's mouth to stop the screams she had resumed once his hands were occupied with binding her.

"There... that'll keep you for a while... noisy bitch!" He spun her about to face him, smirking as she tottered unsteadily on her feet. She was trussed up like a Thanksgiving goose, ready to be consumed by a hungry mob. The silk stockings were so tight that they cut sharply into her wrists, and the gag in her mouth made it difficult for her to grunt, much less yell.

"Hold her steady," she heard Buck's voice command, and then she felt her thin dress and underthings being ripped from her naked body.

She knew then that there was no doubt about what they were going to do to her, and the thought of getting fucked by them both created a raging turmoil inside her that caused a sickening dizziness to envelope her. And then as Gillian, behind the camera, signaled, a giant fist slammed into her head, causing her to groan and pretend to lose consciousness so that the two men would spread her unprotected, limp body on the crumpled sheet of the bed.

They laughed cruelly at the sight of her nude body lying face down on the bed before them, her firm asscheeks bulging up from her hips. Then Charlie abruptly stopped laughing.

"Ah Buck... you knocked her out. That ain't no fun!"

"She'll come round... don't you worry... she'll be sassy enough!" An idea had come into his mind. For the first time in a long time he was thinking, and it felt good. He stood staring, bleary eyed, down at the soft creamy skin of Cindy's naked young asscheeks glistening in the lamplight of the film set. She was ready for whatever he might choose to do to her. All the deep-seated anger that abided in his soul seemed to rise now as he enjoyed this position of power. Power was the one thing he had never had, and now this! It had slowly dawned on him that Cindy was not one of the standard fuck-film actresses! But he had no intention of just following the script after he caught a glimpse of what she looked like underneath that dress. She was class, and he knew it, even though he'd never been that close to it. Cindy symbolized all the women who had scorned him on the streets, all those who had turned away in disgust at the sight of him and refused to recognize him as a human being like themselves. Well, he would show them... he would show her!

All the hurts he had ever endured appeared before him in the circles of Cindy's helpless white asscheeks, and Buck could feel his cock aching like it had never ached before. Without ceremony, he pulled it out of his pants, the zipper didn't work anyway, and lunged across the bed onto the full length of Cindy's body, pressing his scarred face against her soft downy cheek, where he was able to inhale the light odor of her body perfume.

"Hey," Gillian whispered from behind the camera. "You're supposed to play with her first!"

"Just begin shooting, cunt!" Buck growled. "I'll show you a fuck scene you won't ever forget!"

The heavy impact had forced the wind from Cindy's body, and the first thing that affronted her was the heaving breath of the animallike man on top of her. She winced and began to weakly struggle beneath him, but his hands pushed on the back of her head until her face was stuffed down into the mattress, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Buck's knees relentlessly forced at her legs, parting them with rough pressure that scraped at her thighs.

Cindy strained to keep her legs from being opened, but it was useless; her head pounded from sudden fright, and she was too weak to resist. She gave a low groan as her resistance was broken and her legs snapped wide open behind her. Buck let himself slide down between her legs, and the roughness of the material of his clothes burned her skin as he moved over her. A moan came from deep in her throat as she felt his rapidly hardening cock touching wetly at the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs. He pushed it forward so that the long rod slithered along the wide-split crevice of her naked asscheeks, as Gillian behind the camera whirred away. She had been initially taken aback by the man's sudden deviation from the script, but decided he might really put out on his own. She would pay the girl double to handle any objections she might have to a little roughness. Anyway, they wouldn't dare hurt her.

Cindy wriggled her bottom, the only part of her that she could move, trying to get the lustfully throbbing cock out from between her nakedly split asscheeks. But every move she made served to make Buck's cock still harder, and increased his determination to stay on top of her and fuck her his way.

"Lift that ass up!" he ordered, pulling himself up and off of her prostrate form, so that he stood between her spread legs at the edge of the bed. Cindy started to press her legs together again, stiffening each muscle in a useless effort to resist him, tears of real terror springing to her eyes at the sudden turn of events.

A loud anguished cry echoed shrilly in her head, increasing in pitch at each new indignity foisted upon her helpless body before the ceaselessly grinding camera.

When Buck saw that she was not going to obey him, he lifted his hand and let it fall heavily to her gelatinously quivering asscheeks with a loud crack. Charlie stood to the side, watching gleefully.

"Let me have a go... come on, Buck, lemme at her too!" he pleaded.

"No!" his companion growled. "You'll have your turn, don't worry!"

Cindy's naked ass was turning a deep pink from the slap it had just received, and the pain was beginning to subside when the hand came down again... crack!

"Move it!" he repeated, and this time Cindy tried to move the way she thought he wanted her to, but it was not fast enough for Buck, and he pushed his hand down on the back of her head again, holding her until she relaxed the whole of her body so that he would allow her to breathe. Then, having won his battle, he pulled at her fearfully trembling asscheeks until they were lifted high off the bed. She hung there, her behind lewdly suspended in the air.

Cindy knew that it was useless to struggle because even the lady who had hired her could not stop them. Eventually they would obtain what they wanted from her, no matter what she did to protest. No one else could hear her muffled cries, and even if they did, they would assume that it was all a part of the normal goings on in the film studio. Cindy felt she had sunk lower than it was possible to sink. She had to give in to the horrible humiliation of her tormentors' every whim. They would be able to manipulate her body in any way they saw fit, any way that would satisfy their enormous hunger. Perhaps if she cooperated, they would not beat her any more; they would be satisfied just to fuck her, shoot their obscene cum inside her pussy, and be done with it.

Buck knelt on the bed behind her nakedly raised ass, staring as though he might be struck blind the next moment. He had never seen anything like it. All of Cindy's blonde young cunt and huge tits were displayed before him in all their fresh young splendor. He felt hot all over, itching for the feel of his cock deep in the hidden recesses of her cunt. He wanted to explode inside her and fuck her to pieces. His balls were full and aching as he pulled on them and stroked his rock-hard shaft, longing to shove it into the narrow opening of her teenager's cunt. But he had a perverse desire to make it last as long as possible. Way in the back of his mind he knew that he would never get a chance like this again, never. And he wanted to make the most of it while he had it, camera or not!

"What're you waitin' for, Buck? Come on, give it to her... feed her a little cock. That's some hot little ass she got there, ain't it?" Charlie sat fondling his huge erection and gulped whiskey from his bottle, slopping the liquid over himself and the bedcovers.

Buck didn't bother to answer. He wasn't going to let himself be rushed. This was one piece of ass he was going to enjoy! With a rush of anger, he remembered Cindy's screams when she had first looked at him, and then the way she had turned away, not looking him in the face. She hadn't been acting either. What did she think she was anyway? Some kind of high and mighty saint? He'd fix it so that she'd be groveling under him; he was going to feel her wiggle beneath him, wanting him to fuck her harder, wanting him to fill her cunt fully!