Chapter 3

"Gosh, it's good to be home!" Matt exclaimed contentedly as he relaxed in the big comfortable chair by the fire, sipping his favorite drink, a tall glass of cold milk. "Mind you, there's nothing I like better than covering a sports event, but day after day of living out of suitcases can get a fellow down after awhile "

"How was the game, dear?" Lynn inquired politely, privately wishing that they had some liquor in the house so that she could mix herself a strong drink. Sometimes Matt's anti-booze morality got on her nerves, and if she was going to have to listen to an evening of talk about sports-- about which Lynn cared little or nothing--a shot would certainly be useful. But there was no stopping him once he got started, and the dutiful young wife put her chin on her hands and forced a bright interested smile onto her pretty face.

"The game was good, but to me winning or losing isn't the important thing," explained Matt seriously. "What impresses me is the scope of the sports program they have going for those kids out on the coast. All the students in this one school participate in some athletic activity whether they want to or not, and it's an excellent way of keeping them off the streets and out of trouble. Besides, athletics teaches a young person about the really important things in life: a sense of fair-play, honesty, team work and cleanliness in mind and body! Why one of the coaches told me that before the school system started this intensive program, they were having real programs with pre-marital sex among the high school students, incredible as it may seem. The teachers naturally did their best to explain that sex before marriage was unholy and immoral, but it was a losing game. But now, with everybody working their heads off after school on one of the school teams, they feel that the kids are too exhausted to have much energy left for these terrible sexual things. It's been a real triumph!"

Lynn tried to smile enthusiastically at the thought of healthy boys and girls expending their sexual energies by playing football or running cross-country track, but somehow this whole conversation was depressing her. How naive could you be? Did Matt really think that they were going to be able to stamp out sex with a sports program? The result would more likely be that the kids would get so healthy as a result of all this physical education that they would want sex more than ever!

But she knew better than to argue the point with her husband. Matt was a man of the old school, a tough, bible-quoting, church attending moralist, who sincerely believed that sexual relations should wait until after the marriage ceremony, and that adultery was the worst sin in the book. And Lynn had to agree with him intellectually, but emotionally somehow she sensed that there ought to be more to life than tiring yourself out with a baseball to avoid temptations of the flesh. A shudder of horror ran through her temptingly lithe body as she imagined what would have happened had Matt ever gotten wind of Phil Agard's little after hours activity. Agard would not have to fire him because Matt would certainly quit on the spot, which would be a shame because jobs were he hard to find these days and WRT-TV gave him the opportunity to do just what he liked doing best.

"Do you like my new nightie, darling?" she inquired, hoping to get his mind off athletics and onto sex. After all, they were married now, and even Matt's stern sense of right and wrong did not exclude love-making between married people. To give him the opportunity of becoming aroused, she jumped off the couch and pirouetted in front of him, letting the hem of the nightie whirl temptingly through the air and exposing for a split second the rich brown softness of her pubic hair and the glowing, velvet- textured flesh of her thighs. Matt had come home the day after that wildly degenerate evening at the television studio, but he had been too tired himself to do much more than go straight to sleep. He was scheduled to leave again on another trip in a few more days, and Lynn was determined that she was going to get the physical satisfaction she needed or die in the attempt.

"Yeah, it's real pretty," Matt conceded without displaying any real interest. "I'll be headed down to Saint Louis for the pro game in a couple of days, and 1 can pick up some clothes for you if you'll give me a list of what you want"

I could tell you what I want, thought the girl darkly, but you can't give it to me in Saint Louis! However, she kept her thoughts to herself and tried to get the conversation going again.

"Why are you on the road so much these days, lover?" Lynn inquired, this time with genuine interest. "At first you used to go away a couple of times a month at the most, and now you've got a whole schedule of trips lined up for you."

"Dunno," admitted Matt in honest puzzlement. "When I got back from the coast Mr. Agard told me that he was very enthusiastic about my stuff and he wanted me to cover every important sporting event West of the Mississippi from now on, and with an unlimited travel budget. I guess he figures that interest in sports is really big in this area and my stuff will keep everybody tuned to WRT-TV. But I'm not complaining."

"I am," asserted Lynn stubbornly. "You'll be away from home more often than you're here. What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"I thought maybe you could join the women's auxiliary organization down at the church?" Matt proposed with simple sincerity. "They do charity work and have teas once a week and a lot of interesting things like that."

Oh God, that's just what I need, the dissatisfied young wife groaned internally, but she vowed to herself that she was going to make this marriage work one way or another, and she firmly resolved that she would call the chairwoman of the charity group in the morning and offer her services.

"There's even a bible study group you could join..." continued Matt seriously, "and..." Mercifully, the phone rang.

"Why don't you get it, hon?" suggested Matt tiredly. "My legs are tuckered out."

Lynn nodded and ambled into the bedroom where the phone was located, thinking that it was probably one of her friends proposing a bridge game or something equally boring.

"Hello?"

"Lynn, this is Phil," came the voice.

"Oh, hi Phil," she replied, caught a little off-guard, and not sure whether her husband could hear her or not. "Just a minute and I'll call..."

"I don't want to talk to hubby," Agard laughed mysteriously. "I've got another job for you baby."

"I don't want another job," she hissed into the phone. "You tricked me the other night, but that was the last time. I don't ever want to have anything more to do with your dirty business."

"Oh, really?" drawled Agard self-confidently. "Wouldn't you even like to see the video-tape we did the night you were with us?"

"No!!!!" she retorted vehemently. "Never."

"That's a pity because the shots of you came out particularly well," commented the television executive evilly. "But perhaps Matt would enjoy seeing it? We're having a preview tonight for some friends, and once he hears that his little wife is an actress..."

"Phil, you can't tell Matt," she gasped in horror, knowing full well that her husband would divorce her on the spot if he learned that she had been involved in something like this.

"Sure I can, baby?" sneered Agard. "Just pass me to Matt and I'll explain how you helped us out when Millie got sick. I'm sure he'd enjoy seeing you in that cute little costume you wore, even if it was a little bit revealing..."

Lynn felt a sickening feeling sweeping over her as she listened to her former boyfriend hint what he was prepared to do to enforce her continued cooperation. This was blackmail.

"Please..." she begged him piteously, hating to humble herself in front of this man, but knowing that she had no other choice. "Please don't tell Matt!"

"Well, baby, we'll have to think about that," Agard laughed. "Meanwhile, let's talk about this new role. The distributor saw the finished version of Kelly's film and you caught his eye. He wants us to experiment with a video-tape sequel with you as the lead, and I think that it's worth a try."

"But Phil," she pleaded, desperately worried that Matt could be overhearing enough of this conversation to make him suspicious. "You know I've had no acting experience not to mention the sex part which I just couldn't do, even if I wanted to..."

"Listen, sweetheart, leave the worrying to me. We've got a plot worked out where your inexperience as an actress won't make any difference."

"Phil, I cannot and will not do it!" she told him? trying to make her voice sound as firm and unyielding as possible.

"Okay, sweetie, then pass me to Matt, won't you? I want to invite him to that screening."

Lynn felt a sinking defeated feeling in her bones that told her clearly that Agard had her over a barrel. Her only chance to save her marriage now was to make some kind of agreement with him.

"Look, can't we at least talk about it?" she offered, hoping for some kind of compromise.

"Sure honey, we can talk all you want," Agard agreed in a friendly fashion. "Your hubby's going out of town the day after tomorrow. On your way back from the airport stop in and see me."

"Goddamn you to hell, Agard!" she swore at him furiously. "I hate you for this!"

"Ciao, beautiful," he laughed at her contemptuously, not particularly caring whether she hated him or not. "See you the day after tomorrow."

"Fuck you!" she cursed into the telephone as he hung up, wishing she could think of something stronger.

"Who was that, darling?" called Matt from the living room. Obviously, he had overheard nothing.

"One of the ladies from that charity organization," she lied, thinking fast. "They want me to do some work for them while you're out of town."

"Good idea," approved her husband. "Keep you out of mischief."

"I think we're gonna have trouble," grumbled the director morosely as he glanced across the room at Lynn, who was chatting nervously with Kelly and sipping her third drink of the evening. "That broad ain't never gonna buy this screwing business."

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

"Lenny, you've got to use your head in this business," he lectured. "First, I've told Lynn that as a special favor to her all the hard sex is going to be simulated for this film, so she thinks she is just going to have to pretend to fuck and not do the real thing."

"You're outa your mind!" exploded the director angrily. "How am I supposed to do a decent tape if I can't go in with camera for a close-up every now and then? You might get away with something like that on regular film, but video-tape is too damn precise!"

"Cool it, Lenny, I'm way ahead of you," replied the television producer soothingly. "Of course it won't really be simulated, but by the time that dumb broad finds out what the score is, it'll be too late for her to do anything about it. Okay, now let's review the scene. How do you see it shaping up?"

The director still seemed to have his doubts? but Agard was the boss, so he controlled his irritation and outlined the scene as he envisioned it.

"Okay, we decided this was gonna be a sequel to the last film, right? Kelly and her slave boy have just finished fucking, but the queen really wants to humiliate Rick, so she decides to have his little slave girlfriend raped right in front of him, and if he protests, she'll have his balls chopped off, so he has to stand there and take it. She calls two other slaves, and they come in and work Lynn over and that's it."

"Good, now as you see, Lynn's role in this film is that of an unwilling victim who doesn't want all this to happen to her. So her natural reaction when she discovers that she's going to be raped will be perfect for the scene we're trying to create. The more she screams and protests, the more realistic it'll seem on tape. Get it?"

A look of grudging admiration came into the director's eyes as he realized the cleverness of Agard's scheme.

"Boss, sometimes I gotta hand it to you," he admitted reluctantly. "What did you tell the broad, just so we can keep our stories straight?"

"I just explained that we were going to pick up where the other scene leaves off," answered Phil easily. "And when the queen orders the other two slaves to go to work on her, they're going to climb on top and pretend to rape her."

"She didn't object to appearing naked?" wondered Lenny.

"She probably would, but she doesn't know that's going to be involved," Agard laughed cruelly. "She thinks she's going to be able to keep her little slave girl costume on for the whole bit."

"Boy, has she got some surprises ahead of her," chuckled Lenny sadistically. "Sure hope she doesn't run to the police afterwards."

"Not a chance," the producer assured him. "I've got her blackmailed about six ways by now. Let's get going!"

"Honestly, honey, there's nothing to it!" Kelly Agard was explaining to the nervous young woman as the two of them entered their dressing room where Jon awaited them in his usual nasty mood. "Here, let me freshen your drink."

Lynn nodded dumbly and decided that getting a little bit tight was probably the best strategy for getting through this terrible experience in one piece.

"After all," Kelly continued, a convincing soothing tone in her voice. "You don't have to do what I did, and you won't even be asked to take off your clothing. It's practically no different from appearing in a regular film."

"As soon as you've finished with your pep talk, can we get this make- up on?" wondered Jon acidly, impatient as always. "You, get your clothes off!"

"I thought I didn't have to!" protested Lynn already fearing that she had been deceived.

"You don't baby," explained the technician with irritation in his voice. "You wear the same costume you had the last time. But the camera's going to be on you this time, and it's important that we get the body make-up on you right. Come on, get naked, will ya? We ain't got all night!"

Deciding that it was useless to argue anymore, Lynn shyly turned her back on the make-up man and began nervously getting undressed throwing her garments one by one over the back of a chair while Kelly Agard watched her with an amused smile. She stopped when she was clad merely in a pair of white nylon panties and her brassiere, glancing furtively at Jon to see if this would satisfy him.

"Come on, baby, this isn't a girl scout camp," objected the impatient make-up man. "Do you plan on cooperating or not?"

Numbly nodding, the unhappy girl reached behind her and removed her brassiere, freeing the ripely sensuous mounds of her breasts from their confinement If the sight of her lust-inciting brown nipples swollen a little from the excitement of the occasion, made any impression on Jon, he gave no sign of it; instead, he went busily to work with a tube of body make-up which he expertly began spreading over her smooth white skin. First, he worked it into her back and thighs, yanking down her nylon panties with the impatience of a doctor while he ran his hands lightly over the soft twin globes of her warm, nakedly quivering buttocks. At last, the make-up man rose again to his feet and stepped around in front of her to apply the ointment to her lush young breasts and stomach.

"I can't see why you bother putting it on places which won't show!" she protested a little petulantly, but Jon merely grunted non-committally in response and Kelly giggled. Lynn jerked a little as he took each gently swelling breast in his hard hand and briskly covered the soft yielding Mesh with make-up before darkening each tiny tingling nipple with a special pencil. Lynn knew that her face was burning with embarrassment, but every time she opened her mouth in the presence of this man, he snapped at her, so this time she wisely decided to remain silent.

Her stomach jerked in and out nervously as he dropped once m ore to his knees and began spreading the make-up cream on to the surface of her stomach.

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

Lynn thought for a moment that this was one of his crude jokes but when the older woman obediently passed him a pair of scissors, she realized with a shock that he fully intended to trim away some of her pubic hair.

"No... listen," she began.

"Shut up and hold still," he retorted. "One wiggle too many and I might cut off something serious!"

Deciding that never in her entire life had she been quite so humiliated, Lynn did as she was told, staring straight ahead of her and listening to the clip-clip of the scissors as Jon trimmed away a few offending locks of curly brown pubic hair.

"0kay, now get into your monkey suit," he commanded as soon as he finished, rising once again to his feet and looking at her critically. "Lenny wants the two of you on set as soon as possible."

A few minutes later dressed in her skimpy slave girl costume, Lynn walked timidly out to where the technicians were busily setting up their television cameras. Before leaving the sanctuary of their dressing room, Lynn had considered wrapping herself up in a bath towel as she had done for her first appearance on the set, but for some reason tonight she felt less embarrassed about being so lightly dressed in front of all these people.

"Have you met Rich and Jay?" Kelly asked suddenly, catching her by the elbow. Lynn looked up to find herself confronted with two tall burly men who looked like professional wrestlers, both of them dressed in the same kind of slave costume which Rick wore. They were both mean looking customers, but they grinned at her agreeably enough while introductions were being made and hands were being shaken.

"How do you do?" quivered Lynn nervously, feeling herself dwarfed by these two monsters and wondering if she was expected to 'simulate' a love scene with one of them.

"Man, this is gonna be a treat!" proclaimed the man named Rich boldly studying the smoothly-rounded contours of her ripe well developed body without even taking the trouble to hide his lustful gaze. "Where's Phil been hiding you, baby?"

"Well, I normally don't do this kind of... of thing?" she began to explain with an unhappy stammer, but the other man, Jay cut her off with a harsh laugh.

"Why does every skin-flick actress have to say the same damn thing?" he wondered sarcastically. "Sure, honey, we'll believe you were a virgin until the day before yesterday if you want us to! Just make sure you put some life into those screwing scenes. Anything I can't stand is a cold fish while I'm working in front of the camera."

"Of course," Lynn found herself replying, making a timid attempt to appear sophisticated, but wanting to remind everyone that the scenes they were going to do were supposed to be pretending, not the real thing. "But I've never had to simulate a love scene before, and nobody's yet told me what I'm supposed to do."

Rich and Jay exchanged an amused grin as they heard the unsuspecting woman use the word 'simulate, ' but before either of them could offer some lewd comment, the director began shouting for attention.

"Okay, everyone," Lenny ordered brusquely. "Same positions as last time."

Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn spotted Rick moving into his position next to the queen's throne, and she watched Kelly regally seat herself on the throne, again draped in the massive shoulder-to-floor robe she had worn during the first sequence. Rich and Jay whispering excitedly to one another, both remained off-camera for the moment while Lynn took her designated place.

"Right actors, you've been told what to do," growled the rotund director, waving his half-smoked cigar in the direction of the throne. "Let's get it right the first time! Roll 'em."

The young wife had not the foggiest notion of what she was supposed to do, but she imagined that this scene was one in which she simply stood still and watched, assuming that someone would surely have given her explicit directions otherwise. The television cameras lighted up.

"I am bored," announced the queen imperiously as she glanced at her favorite male slave

"Your majesty has only to command," replied Rick obediently, bowing slightly as he answered.

"I think it's time that your little friend entertained us," announced the queen, jerking her head in Lynn's direction. "What do you say to that slave?"

A worried look crossed the slave's face, and Lynn saw him glance nervously back and forth between the two women, acting his part beautifully. The handsome slave had a fairly good idea of what his queen had in mind, and he was thinking feverishly of some way to avoid a situation in which he would have to choose between the royal lady and the slave girl. Also he realized clearly that the queen was jealous of this younger and more beautiful woman. It was a difficult moment for a helpless slave, but the queen gave him no time to think of a suitable answer.

"Let us experiment! Let us see exactly how loyal she is to you," suggested the queen with a lewd grin. "Guards!"

Immediately the two actors Lynn had met earlier entered, both carrying spears. They presented themselves respectfully in front of Kelly. Both men had jet black hair and smooth muscular bodies which glistened slightly under the set lights. Rick's face was open and honest, but Rich and Jay seemed a little sinister and cruel. They were both in their late thirties and looked tough and ready for anything, on or off a movie set. Lynn felt a tremor of fear run through her near-naked young body.

"Your queen has decided to reward you for your royal services," Kelly announced, raising her arm to point to Lynn. "You may take this slave girl and do with her as you desire... but do it here so I can observe."

It took the young blonde woman a moment to realize exactly what was happening and by the time she understood, it was too late for action. The guards galvanized into action, dropping their spears and sprinting across the set to where she stood helplessly waiting. Lynn expected that one of them would sweep her into his arms in some typical Hollywood embrace, but it was not that kind of film. Grinning like the devil himself, Rich hit her like a football player, knocking her completely off her feet and wrestling her to the ground as his greedy hands roamed over her body.

Suddenly Lynn knew that this had all been a terrible mistake. She could not go through with it! Phil would have to understand, and she was sorry that they had wasted all that tape, but she absolutely would not take part in a scene like this.

"Let me go!" she gasped as the man's heavy body crushed into her. "I don't wan..." but the breath was knocked from her frantically squirming body as the other guard, Jay jumped on top of the pile. For a moment Lynn lay stunned under the combined weight of the two big men.

The guards wasted no time, going to work on her like a pair of professionals, each one rolling off of her vainly resisting body as a television camera angled in from above to catch every minute of action.

"We're gonna fuck you till you can't stand up, beautiful!" Rich whispered viciously in her ear, keeping his voice too low to be picked up by the microphone over their heads. Both of the two guards were hardened professionals at making this kind of film and they worked more for pleasure than for the money involved.

Lynn's cringing young body froze with terror as Rich reached carefully down between her two firmly heaving breasts and brutally ripped away the flimsy covering which had shielded her tiny ripe nipples from the public. Jay cooperated by thrusting his hand cruelly down along the smooth skin of her stomach and yanking loose the frail material protecting her soft fleecy pubic hair. She was suddenly stark naked, and with a shock she clearly understood why Jon had insisted upon applying make-up to all parts of her body. They had planned this from the very beginning, she realized with horror, and who knew what other lies they had told her as well?

But the two rough professionals gave the violently writhing girl no time to contemplate the difficulties of her situation. Rich's cruel hands swarmed over the warmly fleshed globes of her naked breasts, twisting and pinching her little brown nipples and forcing her to cry out with the sudden pain. Jay amused himself at the same time by pulling her long blonde hair with one hand the other tried to force its way up between her tightly clasped thighs. Lynn's eyes flew open with alarm, and she saw the two men on their hands and knees over her like avenging angels preparing to punish her for her sins. Their eyes seemed to glow with lewd lusty anticipation as they tormented her, and fear rushed through her naked body as she realized that there was going to be nothing 'simulated' or make believe about this scene. They were going to ravish her for the benefit of the cameras and enjoy every minute of it. She had been tricked, and she understood at last the cunning cruelty of Phil Agard's plan. The more she screamed and protested, the better the film would be. She was playing the role of a woman being raped by two brutal men, and all her reactions would be perfectly natural.

Deciding to fight back in the only way she could, Lynn tried to lay absolutely still, making it as undramatic as possible and looking straight up at the television camera which was peering obscenely down at her. Rich rose up on his knees beside her, his hands busily undoing the fastenings on his loin cloth, and the frightened girl got her eyes closed just in time to avoid seeing the burly man strip himself completely. Let them do what they want, she was telling herself unhappily, as she lay unresistingly naked between them. There's no use in struggling anymore. They win this round. There's no point in prolonging the misery. Let them do their dirty business to her helpless vulnerable body and get it over with.

Then she felt Rich's hard hands coursing over her stomach and the girl shivered involuntarily. It was not the pain she feared particularly, although she knew that this was going to hurt but the thought that after they were finished with her she would never be the same again. This experience was going to soil and dirty her forever, and she would never again be able to look her young husband in the eye.

"Hey, beautiful," commanded Rich. "Open those lovely brown eyes and take a look at the present the queen is giving you."

Lynn shut her eyes even more tightly, refusing to cooperate in the slightest, but she felt Jay's hands tighten their grip on her hair and start to pull, torturing her into obeying their orders. Her eyes popped open and Rich rose nakedly up off his buttocks to give her (and the camera) a good look at the instrument of torment he was planning to use on her.

As her eyes focused on his lust-thickened penis, the girl's face suddenly contorted in horror and she could hear chuckles from off-camera as the technicians laughed at her innocence. His cock was monstrous by any standards, thick and blunt like cudgel, and she could see in a glance that the actor had worked himself into a real state of arousal while they had been abusing her. A look at his face informed her clearly that there was no point in asking for mercy. He had every intention of brutally ramming that long hard shaft up into her frantically trembling vagina, and there was nothing to stop him from doing anything he wanted!

By this time, Jay had stripped himself as naked as his partner and occupied himself With holding her arms tightly to prevent any attempt at an escape. At some pre-arranged signal, both men suddenly rolled her over onto her stomach and Rich cruelly spread her long tapered legs apart as she struggled to keep her balance. As she felt her tender young breasts crushing into the unyielding floor, Rich moved quickly and deftly into position behind her, his legs mercilessly working to force her knees farther and farther apart despite her desperate efforts to clamp her thighs together and protect the defenseless little opening to her femaledom. His hands kneaded and tormented the helpless half-moons of her buttocks, forcing a painful groan from her lips. The miserably unhappy young woman ground her teeth together, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out in agony.

"Up on your knees," Jay whispered to her suddenly, his voice as impersonal as a stage manager giving instructions to a forgetful actor. Lynn had no intention whatsoever of obeying and she stayed where she was, trying to cover her face with her hands in the vain hopes of somehow managing to spoil the scene for them. Then she felt the manes hand slipping beneath her shoulders, and his fingers found the tender swollen nipple of her left breast.

He squeezed, hard, and Lynn immediately forgot about her resolution to remain silent and motionless. Instead she screamed as Jay squeezed again, even harder, digging his sharp fingernails into the softly yielding flesh of her breast until she thought she could bear it no longer. Hastily, she tucked her knees under her, willing to do anything to alleviate that torture, and the next thing she knew, her full smoothly rounded backside was thrust obscenely into the air.