Chapter 6

"Cool."

Neil leaned forward and watched intently as Stacy, completely naked, was simultaneously fucked by two men: one from behind as she knelt "doggie style" on all fours with her legs slightly spread, and one from the front. At first, her face had been hidden from the camera by her blonde hair, which fell in waves over her right shoulder, but Sharon had slowly circled the action and, after a brief shot of the back of some guy's sweaty ass moving back and forth, began to film from the other side, where Stacy's features could be seen clearly. Her left hand clutched the base of the guy's cock as she bobbed her cum-splattered face up and down. The charm bracelet, festooned with shiny, silver "F"s, glittered merrily in the light. There was a brief break in this movement as she pulled her mouth free and teased the head of the cock with her tongue, but then her lips re-encircled the penis, and her head resumed the up-down movement. Her loud moans and grunts could be easily heard above the rhythmic slurping sounds; she was clearly enjoying herself.

The camera moved on; it continued panning, sliding steadily down Stacy's glistening, sweaty body and focusing on her ass as it wiggled about on the impaling cock like a fish caught on a hook. Just as the settled on this shot, the guy fucking her from behind stiffened and came. A few seconds later, he pulled out, leaving a thin trail of white sperm dribbling down Stacy's leg. The camera pulled back and then zoomed in on her ass and pussy - both glistening and wet with cum - and held the shot as another fellow moved into position and inserted his cock, this time into her ass rather than the pussy. The soundtrack clearly recorded a squeal of pleasure from the impaled teenager, as Stacy accepted the cock and began grinding her ass back and forth on it.

"Jeez, this is great stuff."

Neil was more than a little impressed. He hadn't even known that anything of this nature was going on. Indeed, he had felt a momentary twinge of anger when Gary had told him what Sharon had arranged for Stacy - he had felt a bit left out lately, as Gary and Sharon more and more seemed to be taking charge with Stacy - but he couldn't remain angry. He was not so stupid that he failed to realize that this whole arrangement was only possible because Gary had seen the possibilities that day in English class. If it had been left to Neil, he would probably have blurted out his accusations in front of the class, and that would have been the end of it. Instead, they now had a hold on Stacy that let them force her to do anything! How could he complain about Gary being in charge?

On screen, Stacy was taking advantage of the fact that her mouth was temporarily empty of cock, and was busily licking strands of sperm from her fingers. Neil turned to Gary and Sharon who were sitting together on the couch behind him.

"She's really into it," he commented enthusiastically. "Did you use the drugs?"

"Yeah," Sharon answered. "A double dose this time. As you can see, it worked like a charm."

The sound of Stacy's screams from the TV indicated an impending orgasm.

"She was really hot."

The teenagers fell silent and watched as Stacy experienced a violent orgasm, her fourth since the beginning of the tape.

"We made four hundred bucks," Sharon continued after Stacy's screams had died away. "And the football team wants her back again next weekend."

"Are you gonna make her go?" Neil turned away from the couch as he asked the question, his eyes focusing on the screen where Stacy moaned and fondled her small breasts.

Behind him, Sharon looked at Gary, leaving the decision to him.

"I don't think so," he answered. "At least not right away. We don't want to burn her out. Let's leave it for something special. We are selling them this tape though; they're paying another hundred bucks for it."

"That's five hundred bucks." Neil tore his attention away from the screen. "A lot of money." He looked up at Gary.

"Don't worry," his friend answered, smiling his strange smile. "You'll get a share. Sharon gave forty dollars to Stacy, so that leaves $460 to split three ways."

Neil raised his eyebrows. "Forty dollars to Stacy?"

"Well," Sharon laughed, "she deserved something. She did all the work."

The three friends laughed and went back to watching the video. It was coming to the end now, and Stacy was being simultaneously fucked by three guys, one in the ass, one in her cunt and one in her mouth. She moaned and wriggled as her body was filled with cock from three different angles. Finally, the three cocks came, each spurting sperm into its particular orifice as Stacy orgasmed twice more. The video faded to black as Stacy, wet and crusty with cum, curled up on the damp, sticky mattress, still moaning and sucking the sperm from her fingers.

"That was great!" Neil leaned forward and shut of the television. "Just like being there."

"Well, I hope the guys on the football team are happy with it. They're paying for it." Sharon stopped the video and pushed the rewind button on the remote. The tape began to whirl backwards in the video machine.

Neil got to his feet and began to pace.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "we could make a lot more money out of this if we wanted. I bet there are people who would pay big bucks for this tape; I mean besides the guys from the college."

"Not this tape," Gary answered. "It's just for the guys at BCN. The last thing we need is the bloody college football team coming after us. But I have given that some thought."

Sharon looked over at him, surprised. This was the first that she had heard of it.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he told her, "why not make a little money selling some pictures?"

"Like the video?" Neil asked.

"No. I don't think that we can put together a professional enough product for that. This tape was OK as a souvenir for the guys at the college, but we have no way of editing it or anything else. I mean still pictures." He looked over at Sharon. "You're uncle let you use his studio last year, right?"

Sharon nodded her agreement, beginning to understand what he was getting at. Her uncle did portrait photography, and had a studio near the centre of town. Last year, he had allowed her to use the studio and darkroom for her photography class project. He had told her that she could use it any time she wanted.

"So, with the studio and darkroom..."

"We can take professional shots!" Neil completed the sentence. "It's fuckin' perfect."

"But what about selling them?" Sharon was sceptical. There was more to this than just taking the pictures.

"I've been communicating with some photographers over a BBS," Gary told her.

Neil looked confused. "BBS?"

Gary ignored him. "I expect I can get some contacts through them. Or at least some addresses. I'm sure there are lots of magazines which would pay good money for pictures of someone like Stacy."

"And what do we tell Stacy?" Sharon was still sceptical. "We told her we'd keep this all a secret if she played along." Sharon was more curious than concerned. Their promise to Stacy meant nothing to her.

"No." Gary smiled."We told her that we wouldn't release the tapes of her cheating on the English exam and fucking with Neil. We said nothing about any pictures we might take in the future. Besides, we won't be selling these pictures to mainstream magazines. I doubt anyone in town will see them. Including Stacy. Probably."

"Well... OK." Sharon was convinced. "I'll set it up with my uncle for later this week."

"Fuckin A!" Neil was excited. "I can't wait."

NUMBER FOURTEEN

Stacy's short skirt was once again bunched up around her waist. Her sleek legs were spread wide, and wrapped around the bulky form of Bob Pearson as he pistoned his cock brutally in and out of her dry pussy. They were in one of the supply rooms at Greenwood; Stacy's ass was propped up on a narrow shelf and her back was against the wall as Barry fucked her. In vain, she tried to re-discover some of the excitement of the previous weekend up at BCN. Her responses that night had been more than a little degrading, but at least she had been able to deal with the sex without this pain; perhaps even get a little enjoyment out of it.

No matter how hard she tried, however, she was unable to feel anything other than the intense pain of the ordeal, as Barry's large cock sawed in and out of her raw pussy.

'Please, ' she thought wearily as he panted and grunted his lust, 'please come!'

Just let it be over.

As instructed, Stacy showed up at the photography studio at 8:00 PM two nights later. The mid-December weather was unusually cold, and she was wearing a heavy denim jacket over her jeans and sweater. She was, however, carrying a duffel bag which contained some clothing of a less practical nature. Sharon had ordered Stacy to bring along various items of apparel, such as underwear, stockings, short skirts and, in particular, a couple of swimsuits from last year's swim team. Stacy had been apprehensive, but she was now pretty much past the stage of arguing or pleading. It never did any good. All that mattered was that she reach number sixty-five before the end of the year. She had managed number fifteen earlier that day (her pussy still ached); only fifty more to go! At her wrist, the rapidly filling charm bracelet attested to her "success".

The studio itself was basically a large, high-ceilinged single room with a cloth backdrop against the rear wall. The backdrop was a neutral white, designed to take on the hue of whatever colored light was being directed at it. There was a long metal bar on the ceiling which held a number of different lights set there for this purpose. The floor in front of the backdrop was covered by a dark mat. In front of this mat was another bank of lights, not colored, and a camera. At the back of the room was a wooden door with a red light hanging above it; a small sign identified it as the darkroom.

"Stacy."

Gary walked up to her as she stood by the door, put his arm over her shoulder, and directed her into the room. Stacy shuddered slightly at his touch, but allowed herself to be led. Sharon, standing behind the camera, looked over and smirked. There was a belch from the back of the room; Stacy looked over and saw Neil, sitting back against the wall with his feet propped up on a small table and a beer in his hand. He grinned over at her and raised the beer can in mock greeting. Behind her, the door to the studio clicked shut.

Sharon made a small adjustment to the camera, and then walked over to where Gary had begun emptying out the contents of Stacy's duffel bag onto the floor.

"Let's see what we've got," she muttered, sorting through the clothes. Stacy watched, numb and frightened, as Sharon and Gary sorted through the various items of apparel, rejecting some and laughing at others.

"Don't forget this stuff." Neil had left his seat and was approaching with another bag, the contents of which he dumped onto the floor beside Stacy's clothes. It contained a number of leather and rubber outfits, including, Stacy noted queasily, the outfit she had worn up at BCN last weekend. She swallowed, fighting to keep her features impassive; she had resolved not to let them see her cry again.

Finally, they were done. Gary looked up at her.

"You know what's going on?" He gestured towards the camera.

Stacy nodded reluctantly.

"Yes," she answered. It hadn't been difficult to figure out. She had cried in her bedroom when Gary had ordered her to show up at the photography studio with the clothing, but she wasn't going to cry now. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.

Gary grinned. "Then let's get started." He turned to his girlfriend. "Sharon?"

"Yeah, OK," Sharon nodded, "but let's give her a drink first. It's going to be hot under those lights."

Stacy looked up. Huh?

Sharon picked up an open can of coke from a nearby table and handed it to her. "Drink up," she instructed. "We don't want you fainting on the set. We've got lots of stuff to get through tonight."

Confused, Stacy did as ordered; she drank the coke and handing the empty can back to the impatiently waiting Sharon.

The other girl nodded and took the bottle.

"OK," she announced, "I think we'll start with..."

Stacy spent the next few hours in front of the lights, running through countless degrading poses in dozens of different outfits. Humiliatingly, they started her out with some of her own clothes which she had brought: mini-skirt, blouse and high heels.

"Look at the camera."

The colored lights placed her in front of a soft, yellow backdrop. As instructed, Stacy looked at the camera.

"Lean forward... legs apart."

She bent down and spread her legs, causing the skirt to ride up. Her blonde hair, combed out straight, hung down over her left shoulder, framing her breasts for the camera. Behind the bank of lights, her three tormentors were only shadowed silhouettes. Stacy was reminded of her dreams of stripping in front of such lights.

"Open the blouse... now cup your breasts and look sexy. Keep looking up; we want to see your face."

Her hands trembled as they undid the buttons. She had known it would come to this, but it was still so hard; particularly in front of the camera. She cupped her small breasts in her hands, involuntarily teasing her own nipples. They hardened immediately. Would they notice?

"That's it. Nice nipples. Now, lick your lips..."

Stacy wetted her lips and did her best to look sexy and inviting. Her nipples stayed hard.

"Bend over a bit more... let's see some more leg..."

Then they dressed her in one of her old swimsuits, now at least one size too small:

"That's right... other way, now..."

Stacy stood, side on to the camera. They had soaked the suit before dressing her in it, and it clung tenaciously to every curve. Worse, the cold water caused her nipples to become hard again, and it was plainly visible through the thin swimsuit.

"Shoulders back... good, that pushes out your tits... play with the nipples, make them nice and hard... there you go..."