Posted by rache on August 26, 2006 at 19:53:28:
Makin Movies
by rache
Hey, this is the second part! Read part 1 first!
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Jeff was paying Candy for Jen’s drink and I leaned over against him. “Wanna see something cool?” I asked him.
“What’s that?” Jeff looked at me, smiling uncertainly.
“Buy me a lap dance, with her.” I nodded at Candy.
“Buy you a lap dance?” He grinned at me.
“Oh yeah, Jeff!” Jen leaned forward, “Do it…They’re sisters!”
“They’re not really sisters, are they?” Rich asked Jen.
“Uh, I’m running out of cash though…” Jeff flipped through his thinning wallet.
“Put it on your credit card,” I gripped his arm and blew into his ear. “Please? I’ll never ask you for anything ever again, Daddy, I swear!” I was pouting and giggling, just a little and it took a few seconds, but Jeff finally dropped his plastic on Candy’s tray.
“Ohhhh…Platinum!” Candy was grinning at us and her dark eyes were sparkling with mischief. I’d never had a lap dance before, but I was pretty sure we were gonna bend a few rules before it was done.
Candy was wearing an orange string bikini with cups so small they barely covered her caramel nipples and a thong back that rode deep in the inviting crevice of her perfect ass. I felt overdressed in my skirt and blouse and my heart was beating a little faster as I moved my chair back a little, giving the dark haired woman some room to play with.
“Are you ready, sis?” Candy was standing between me and the table, rubbing her body slowly and smiling.
“Incest is best.” I laughed and licked my lips, hitching a deep breath as the girl moved closer, straddling my legs starting her sweet grind. She got a lot closer with me than she would have with any of the other customers and Greg and Rambo had both wandered over, looking on with big smiles. This was the one time they didn’t have to worry, all they had to do was enjoy the show.
“You can touch me…” Candy whispered, licking my ear and then sucking on it, taking the whole thing into her warm wet mouth.
I brought my hands up to her ass, stroking her warm smooth skin as she rolled her hips, arching her back and pressing her breasts against mine through the thin clothes that separated us. She moved so that it was impossible for the bikini top to stay in place and soon it was unraveled completely, just bits of orange cloth and long strings hanging around her neck. Candy’s breasts were small, little A-cups and colored like coffee, but her nipples were long and hard and I could feel them against my own, which were burning with excitement.
“Ohhh baby, suck them for me…” Candy breathed, lifting her body so her tits were in my face and I took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking hard and flicking my tongue across it quickly. I squeezed the girl’s ass and slipped my fingers into her crack, pulling the perfect globes of her butt cheeks apart. My fingers moved by themselves as Candy moved her shoulders, pulling her left breast away and bringing me her right. I fingered her sex from behind, sliding my fingers under taut fabric that covered her sex so that I could feel her moist and hot and anxious for my touch.
The people around us were watching, of course, commenting and cheering, but I was barely aware of them. Candy paid them little mind as well, cradling my face to her body as she worked her hips and ass, pushing down against my hand as my fingers found her greasy little hole and I was suddenly finger fucking the girl in front of everyone.
“Uhhh yeah…make me cum, sis…oh fuck…” Candy was moaning and she pulled her body away from my hungry mouth, lowering her lips to find mine and kissing me hard. The girl’s tongue pushed across my teeth, filling my mouth and I sucked at it eagerly as I pushed another finger inside her, stretching Candy’s cunt just a little more while my thumbed worked on her hard little clit.
She was wet and her juices were running over my fingers, spilling out of her like a little waterfall and I turned my hand almost painfully, bending my wrist so I could fuck in and out of her quickly, making soft wet noises that were lost to the music and the voices around us. I was gonna make her cum, I wanted that more than anything and I was close myself, my own body suddenly begging for attention.
Candy must have sensed that as I soon felt her hand between us, sliding down and under my skirt. I shifted a little, pulling Candy down with me, trying to give her better access and when the girl found it I shuddered, groaning loudly into her mouth. Her small deft fingers were inside my panties, finding my own humid sex and splitting my lips as we kissed. It was awkward and beautiful and all I could do to keep myself in that chair. Any second I thought we were going to slide right down to the floor and I wasn’t trying to stop us either.
But Candy had other ideas and just as we were both getting close she pulled away completely, giggling between little gasps for air and leaving me sitting there, slumped down with my legs spread wide, my bare shaven pussy completely exposed, panting for her to come back.
She turned around, showing me her ass, and leaned over the table slightly, keeping her legs straight as she pulled her thong down slowly. I could see her pussy wet and pink and covered with a gauze of silky black hair. Her tight little ass was brown and inviting as well and I licked my lips, wondering how I’d ever let her go for so long. I rubbed my pussy as she leaned back towards me, her back arched, her face smiling as she looked at me over her shoulder and I knew what she wanted.
I grabbed the Venezuelan by the hips, pushing myself forward so I could lean into her, my mouth finding her ass and I kissed and licked at her asshole first, teasing her with it as I dug my fingernails into her supple flesh. Candy was moaning and rocking on her high heeled shoes, working her hips slightly. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide with lust, watching me eat her ass and then move my mouth lower, to suck her pussy from behind. I pushed her legs wider, getting more room as my tongue traveled up and down her slit, tickling her before going deeper.
When I parted her puffy lips I could fully taste the pungent flavor of Candy’s cunt juices. She was soaked and working up more as I did everything I could to bring the girl off. I kissed and sucked and nibbled at her cunt, drawing her labia into my mouth and chewing them gently as I pushed a finger in her ass. She was fucking herself on my mouth, on my tongue when I made it stiff, jamming it into her sex deep. I swallowed her juices and begged silently for more, ignoring the fire in my own cunt and concentrating solely on her.
When she came it was lights out as her knees weakened and I wrapped my arms around the young woman, gripping her tightly as she braced herself on the table. She groaned and sighed and gave loud gasps of pleasure as her body surrendered completely to my hungry mouth. Her orgasm was another small flood, musky and tangy sweet. The taste and smell and sound and feel of the girl filled my senses and I drank her inside me completely. It was so good like that, so unbelievable good.
It was several minutes before Candy was steady enough to stand on her own. I spent the time kissing her soft skin, stroking her thighs with my hands, and savoring her taste still on my lips. She was smiling and flushed and she kissed me deeply, promising me that next time I would cum “…until you pass out, sis!” She giggled and kissed me again.
We looked around then, both of smiling sheepishly as we became aware of our surroundings. We’d spent a good 20 minutes at least having good hard lesbian sex in front of about 30 guys and a dozen strippers, including my best friend. It was strange and weird and somehow all the more exciting because of it. I flushed hot, as if I weren’t hot enough already, and straightened my clothes while Candy put her bikini back on.
“Ring him up for two hundred.” Ken said and I turned my head quickly when I heard his voice. He didn’t look exactly happy and I looked back down, frowning slightly.
If Jeff was going to object to paying two hundred dollars for a lap dance that he hadn’t even gotten personally, he didn’t say anything. Ken was following Candy to the bar where Doris would take care of the bill and I hoped I hadn’t gotten my erstwhile sister into any trouble. It was just having fun, that was all. Of course a live sex show was so wildly beyond the limits of what was legal that Ken had every right to fire Candy and toss my ass onto the pavement.
“Holy shit, that was crazy…” Jeff was all smiles, so I guess the two bills was well spent for him.
“You gotta come back with us now, Jesus…” Rich was pretty excited too and a moment later Lisa was back, carrying a tray with a half dozen cherry cokes on it.
“Compliments of the gentlemen…” She said, giving a little gesture towards the rest of the club. “You kinda blew my set away.” She said softly, and I guess Candy and I hadn’t done her any favors at all. Lisa had a right to be a little pissed.
“Sorry.” I said sheepishly and then picked up one of the Cokes, having no idea which six guys out of the bunch in there had bought them. But I made the gesture anyway, raising it up and smiling all around. It seemed a little dumb, but what else was I gonna do?
“Don’t worry about her, she’s always pissed about something.” Jen was telling me.
“I didn’t get Candy into trouble, did I?” I asked my best friend, looking at Candy still standing at the bar, listening to Doris saying something while Ken stood next to her with his arms crossed.
“Nah, nothing she can’t handle.” Jen shrugged. “She’s been after you a long time anyway, probably still floating on cloud nine.” She laughed and it did make me smile a little.
“I’ll apologize to Ken.” I decided. “Then I guess I better get out of here before the busses stop running.”
“What? Don’t go, I thought you were coming with us…” Rich said, as he’d been sitting right there between us.
“You can’t leave now…” Jeff was talking too, but we ignored them.
“It’s about one right now, couple hours we can go home together.” She smiled, like it was obvious I had to stay. “Hang out, it’s all cool. Rambo’s giving us a ride; you can sit in candy’s lap anyway.” Jen giggled.
“Mmmm…” I tilted my head back and forth, making up my mind. I just didn’t want Ken pissed, that was the thing. Sometimes it was better to just be out of sight, you know? Come back in a few weeks and everything would be cool. But a couple hours wasn’t long either, and who knew, maybe I would sit in Candy’s lap on the way home. That would be fun. “Okay, I guess. I need a bathroom though.”
I did need one too, not only because I had to pee, but my panties were soaked and I’d have to see if I could borrow a new pair from Jen, or maybe Candy, since she was more my size. All the dancers kept spare clothes, so it wasn’t gonna be a big problem anyway.
“Cool. Come on, I need a break anyway.” Jen nodded and we both started getting up.
“Hey, what about us?” Rich asked plaintively and Jeff chimed in as well, asking us where we were going.
“Just gonna powder our noses, guys.” Jen smiled at them, promising we’d be right back, but I just ignored them. The fun of fucking with two hoople heads from Kansas was losing its appeal for me.
The back of the club was wear the offices were, the storage rooms for alcohol and cleaning stuff, and the changing rooms for the girls. The entrance was right be hind the DJ, a big black guy named Jason, but everyone called him JayZee since that was tattooed on his forearm. I guess maybe his middle name started with a Z or something, or maybe it just sounded cool.
He was the hookup guy for dope, if any of the girls wanted any. Ken ran a clean place, but not that clean, and some of the girls always needed something to make them shine pretty. I scored off him once in awhile, just a little crystal usually. I was a speed demon, but I had it under control and Jen didn’t use at all, except maybe some ecstasy once in awhile when we went clubbing. So I just gave him a smile and answered his questioning look with a little shake of my head, not tonight. I needed to stay clear, especially if I was gonna apologize to Ken. I liked the guy a lot and I didn’t want to look all fucked up on top of everything else.
The place was nice, even in the back, the way most places aren’t. The owners tend to spend the real money up front where the customers can appreciate it, leaving the girls to dress out in rooms like closets, except not as nice. Here the changing rooms were decent sized and there were 3 of them, so that only five or six girls shared space together and usually not even that many since they only used maybe eight dancers on a typical week night. Weekends were always crowded though.
I stripped down completely, since I felt like I’d run a marathon. My t-shirt was damp with perspiration and my panties were soaked. Only my skirt was salvageable, if a little wrinkled, but that didn’t matter. I used the bathroom, which was clean enough. Monica was in there, taking a shower and she smiled at me as I walked in, having borrowed a towel from one of the girls who had the night off, since whoever she was she wasn’t using it.
The shower had no curtain, just a raised lip in the floor to keep most of the water in the right place and the toilet was just a normal toilet, no stall or door or anything. I sat down and watched Monica wash her body slowly with a soapy washcloth while she watched me, biting her bottom lip a little and I spread my legs for her so she could see my cunt.
“You like it?” I asked her, and I wondered why I was feeling so edgy that night. First with the guys, then with Candy, and now with Monica, whom I knew just a little, mostly from what Jen had told me.
I decided to blame it on the movie thing, agreeing to become a little porn star for kicks, more than money. It had been twisting my head all day and probably all night too, although I’d tried to forget about it and mostly succeeded. Still, here I was sitting on a toilet and showing off for another woman. I needed to pee badly, but I was holding it, wandering what she wanted, or even if she wanted anything at all. I was edgy as shit and I felt like I wanted everything.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “You wanna come in here?”
“No.” I shook my head. “You come over here.” I could feel that little rush coming. I was forgetting where I was again, what I was doing.
Monica was older than me, older than a lot of the girls who danced, which means she was somewhere around 28 probably, looking at thirty to life and still stripping. That had to fuck with your head, I thought. And she was sub, like me, I could have seen it in her eyes if I hadn’t known it already. I got the lowdown on all the girls from Jen, of course, getting the juicy gossip over breakfast every morning when my roommate got home and I got up.
The woman had blonde hair, but the water made it dark and she combed it back with her fingers under the spray. Monica had a round body, nice hips and a flat tummy, with generous breasts that sagged, just a little, which I always found appealing. I hated fake tits with a passion and I thought the imperfections were what made a person truly attractive. Monica’s heart shaped face was pretty with clear blue eyes, and her skin was white so that under the bright fluorescent lights I could see the old telltale bruises across her breasts and thighs. Not much, just a little discoloration, some yellow and a bit of blue that wouldn’t even be noticeable in the club proper. It made her vulnerable and beautiful.
Someone had treated her to some love a week before, I thought, and I felt vaguely jealous. I’d have loved to see her tits whipped and knowing she was into it just made it better, urging me to do what I needed for the moment. Always for the moment. I smiled to myself as Monica turned off the water and walked over to me. She didn’t bother drying off; the whole place was damp and tiled anyway. I watched her sex, a little landing strip of brown hair glistening with drops of water. It seemed to move left and right as she walked, and hidden beneath a little grown camel toe that looked so cute I wanted to bite it.
“Get down here, get your face down here, bitch…” I breathed and my heart was pumping hard.
I didn’t get to top very often, but when I did it was fun. I’m a switch, but only at the right time and in the right place. Alone with a subbie slut like Monica in someone else’s bathroom it was perfect. I was finally going to get off after Candy had made me suffer my stifled needs.
Monica knelt slowly, her face reddening and I slapped her cheek hard as soon as she was down. “I said get your face down here!”
“Oh! P-Please…” She started to protest, but it was just part of the game. This was real life D/s and we didn’t need costumes or props or an audience. Just her need to be dominated and my sudden urge to control something. It was sexual, to be sure, but it went far beyond just that for both of us and that’s something you either get, or you don’t.
I grabbed a fistful of her wet hair in my right hand and pulled her head down between my thighs, pushing her face into the toilet bowl, pushing down until her nose was touching the bottom, the dirty water splashing around and over the woman’s ears. Her breasts were pressed against the porcelain and her long graceful neck was stretched out and down, curving as her fingers wrapped themselves around my ankles.
I held her down while she struggled, weakly at first and then harder as her air was running out and I wasn’t letting up. Only after a good panic had set in and I’d been forced to use both hands, leaning my weight down on top of her, did I pull her head back up so she could cough and sputter. Monica’s eyes were red and her mouth slack as she panted for air. I slapped her face again, hard enough that it left a large red stain on her cheek.
“What do you want, bitch?” I asked her, slapping her again when she didn’t answer immediately. “Tell me what you want!”
She had no idea what I wanted to hear, of course, and I had no idea myself really. I didn’t know her well enough to know exactly what she was into, but that didn’t matter anyway. I wasn’t in the mood for taking a lover, not right then. I just wanted to hear her speak, to say something desperate and she didn’t disappoint me.
“I…I want to…to please…you…” She gasped and spittle ran out of her mouth as she spoke.
“Get your mouth on my cunt! No, the other way, bitch…On your back!” I pushed and pulled and turned the woman so that she was laying on the floor, leaning against the toilet between my spread legs with her neck between the gap in the toilet seat I was sitting on. She tilted her head back, or really I just pushed her head back, making the woman groan and arch her spine, shoving her shoulders back as she had to lift herself slightly on her arms.
It was painful for her, uncomfortable and clumsy, her head nearly turned upside down so that her wet hair hung into the water and her mouth was open on my cunt. I grabbed her jaws in my hands, my palms against her cheeks as I held her steady, and then I pressed my vagina to her mouth, tilting my hips to get a good fit.
“Stick your tongue in me!” I commanded the woman and she swallowed hard, perhaps even painfully in that awkward position, stiffening her tongue and working it into my cunt still wet with my juices and now growing even wetter.
“You swallow fast or I’ll fucking drown you, slut. I swear I’ll drown you in piss!” And then I was peeing, letting loose with my bladder so that my urine poured out in a hard stream, over her tongue and filling her mouth quickly so that it ran over her face. It was going down her nose and over eyes, spilling into the toilet around her hair as it floated in the bowl like a dark cloud.
She jerked and moved around, her legs kicking a little as she tried to turn her head. I felt Monica’s tongue pull out of my pussy and she was swallowing and choking and drowning in my piss as I held her against her will.
“Get that tongue back where it belongs cunt!” I growled, but it was all she could do to drink my urine and that was good enough. I peed for a long time, several minutes and by the time I was down, with just a weak trickle dripping into her gasping mouth, pretty Monica looked like a drowned rat. Her eyes were red and irritated from my piss and her face was flushed and colored pink and purple from being turned the wrong way. She had snot running from her nose and back into her mouth.
I pushed her away, down onto the floor so I could kneel over her face, forcing the woman to lick my pussy, to tongue my cunt while I faced her breasts, pinching and slapping and squeezing them. I was going to cum any moment and I dug my fingernails into Monica’s flesh, making her moan into my sex and I rocked my hips, grinding my wanton cunt over her face.
She was a good pussy sucker, a real lez and I wondered who had given her those bruises. I’d figured a man at first, but as she was eating me I hadn’t been so sure and when I was cumming, that was when I knew Monica was real. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me against her as she felt my body convulsing, my muscles jerking out of control. She sucked my pussy into her mouth, shaking me like a puppy’s chew toy. My clit was throbbing and she found that too, making me cry out, arching my back and staring blindly up at the ceiling as the orgasm I’d been waiting for finally arrived.
We took a shower together afterwards and I’d calmed down a little at least. Enough so that I could just hold her, which was what she really wanted more than anything else. She wanted to be used and then loved after, much as we all do I suppose. I held her under the warm water, washing my piss and cum from her face, kissing her breasts and tummy.
“Do you want to come to my place?” She asked me. We were finished, but reluctant to turn off the water and leave. “I live alone.”
“I can’t, not tonight.” I frowned, really wishing I could have gone home with her. “Another time?”
“Sure.” She shrugged and turned off the water.
I had to get out of there after that, my head was spinning. I think it was cause of the hour, really. It had been almost 24 hours since I’d popped my meds and that was always too much for me. I started getting paranoid and pissed, and nothing seemed to fit. Like me being in that club, it felt claustrophobic suddenly and I grabbed a t-shirt and a thong out of Jen’s bag, getting dressed quickly, putting on my skirt and shoes. I just needed some air, that was all, the music was non-stop and I needed a break. I brushed my hair and put on some lipstick, but that was all.
I walked back to the bar, pausing to give Candy a little hug and kiss on the cheek. She was sitting with a customer. Jen was dancing and I gave her a little wave, but no explanation. The boys, Rich and Jeff were still there and I gave Rich a wink as I walked by. I asked Doris for my coat and said goodnight to her, pushing 5 bucks in her tip jar. Doris split tips with the girls anyway, but I always felt bad when I saw her jar mostly empty. I gave Rambo a kiss on the cheek and he stood in the door watching me as I walked towards the corner and my bus stop, just to make sure some asshole wasn't hanging out in the parking lot.
I fished a cigarette out of my coat. I was just starting again after a few months of stopping. I only smoked maybe 3 or 4 a day and I'd had that pack almost a week, it was stale and dirty, but I enjoyed it anyway. There was a little bench, but it had been raining a bit earlier I guess, everything was wet. So I stood there, just smoking and waiting while the cars drove by. It was late, nearly 2:30, but the buses from the airport to downtown ran all night long, and I could walk home from there.
I was still waiting about 10 minutes later when I saw Jeff and Rich walking towards me. I didn't say anything, I just looked at them.
"That wasn't very nice, just leaving like that, Rachael." Jeff said in a soft voice. They were close now, standing just a foot or so on either side of me. I hadn't really appreciated how big they were, much larger than I am.
I looked up at Jeff. "I told you, I like to leave when I feel like it." I shrugged.
"What he means is, we'd sure like you to come to our hotel room." Rich said and his voice was low as well, touched with something almost menacing. But these guys were harmless.
"Fuck off." I laughed at them.
"I wasn't asking, bitch!" Rich suddenly slapped my face, not too hard, but it stung and I blinked in surprise.
"Jeez, Rich." Jeff looked at his friend, but Rich ignored him and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
"Let's go slut, you've been asking for it all night!" He started pulling me along behind him as he started walking.
"No!" I yelled, twisting my head and grabbing at his wrist with my hands, trying to free myself. "Let me go, asshole!"
Rich twisted me around so my back was to his chest and he clamped a hand over my mouth while his other arm tightened around my waist. "Shut up! Or we'll do you right here and leave you in the gutter!"
I looked around and while there were cars passing by occasionally, there were no other people walking, no one who would be able to help me. I had the brief hope that someone might see me struggling as they drove by, that they might pull over to help me, but it didn't happen. Rich had his right arm behind me, pulling my own right arm painfully behind my back and pulled upward so it seemed we were just two lovers walking down the sidewalk. Jeff walked just behind us, ready to grab me if I struggled or tried to get away.
"We're gonna go to our hotel, baby and have some fun." Rich was telling me. "You just be a good girl and everything will be fine."
"Please, guys...Look, I just want to get home, okay?" I was trying to be reasonable. "I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression, just...just let me go, please?" I thought I'd have a better chance with Jeff, but he wasn't the one holding me.
"Shut-up, slut. You know you want it. Your friend told us all about you, so don't pretend like you're all innocent." Rich laughed.
"Yeah, she said you really get off on getting raped." Jeff added, but he didn't sound like he believed it.
I turned my head to catch Jeff's eyes. "Please, I don't know what Jen told you, but she was just kidding. It's just a joke, please, you don't want to do this."
"Yeah we do, now be quiet, we're going inside." Rich gave my wrist an extra little twist and I yelped.
We walked wordlessly through the lobby and the young guy behind the desk glanced up from the little TV he must have been watching, giving me a look and a little smile. He obviously thought I was some prostitute these two guys had picked up someplace. He stared until I looked down, feeling my face burning with humiliation.
Inside the elevator Rich finally let go of my arm and I stretched it painfully, rubbing my wrist and elbow. The older man slipped his hand down to my ass, under my skirt and inside the back of my panties. I gave a little jerk as I felt his fingers curling, one of them pushing against my anus, stretching the little ring of my sphincter and going inside me to the first knuckle.
"See? You can be a good girl when you want to be." Rich chuckled and seemed to grip my ass with his hand. He guided me down the hall like that, his finger entrenched in my rectum until we got to the room and Jeff opened it with a magnetic key card. Rich walked me inside and pushed me down on one of the beds.
"Get out of your clothes, cunt." Rich commanded while Jeff had gone straight for his suitcase. "Get some ties, Jeff."
"Huh?" Jeff looked at his friend and I could see he was holding a video camera now. "Just a sec." He turned on all the lights, frowning a little. "Lighting ain't for shit, I should have brought the IC's"
"Wha-What's going on? I looked at them confused. "What are you doing?"
"It'll be okay." Rich told his friend while he removed his belt from around his pants.
"No, look, I'll...I'll give you a blowjob, okay?" I looked up from the bed with pleading eyes. "Both of you and then you can just let me go alright? I won't...I won't say anything to anyone. I swear."
Jeff grabbed half a dozen rather boring neckties, tossing them to Rich and got busy with a tripod, fixing the camera to it.
"I said get the fuck out of your clothes, I won't ask you nice again." Rich looked over his shoulder at Jeff. "We live?"
"Yeah." Jeff was pulling another camera out, this one smaller and it had a bright light attached to it that he plugged into the wall.
"Who...who are you guys?" I asked, feeling very confused.
"Shut the fuck up!" Rich grabbed me by the hair and slapped my face hard, cutting my lip so I tasted blood. He grabbed the front of my blouse, ripping it violently away and making me scream. "I told you to get out of your clothes, bitch. I guess I'll just have to help you a little."
Rich pushed me back hard, so I fell on the bed and he pulled my skirt down my legs, lifting my hips off the bed before I even had a chance to protest. He tossed it away and reached for my panties. I kicked out at him, scrambling to back away, but Rich found one of my ankles, yanking me back towards him. He slapped my face again, ignoring my flailing arms, and laughed at me, shaking his head.
"Let's see that cunt!" Rich ripped my panties away, the fabric refusing to yield for a moment and it dug painfully into my flash before coming free.
"No…no no no…" I was sobbing, saying the word over and over as Rich let me go, allowing me to huddle naked on the bed.
"Okay, ready?" Rich was looking at Jeff who gave a thumbs up.
"Sit up, bitch!" Rich had his belt now and he cracked the wide leather along my ribs, around my back. It stung, but not terribly.
I was back against the wall, huddling there and I only moved when Rich raised his belt again. I slid towards the edge of the bed slowly, to the side where Jeff was standing with his camera on the tripod. I stared down at my body, covering my breasts and pressing my thighs together.
"Look at the camera, cunt!" Rich pulled my hair again, yanking my head back so I stared into the lens a few feet away. "Good. Now what's your name?"
"B-Brenda…" I whispered. Rich grabbed my left breast and squeezed it hard, twisting it so that I winced, my eyes flooding with tears. "Brenda!" I said louder, hoping that was what he wanted and Rich rewarded me by letting go.
"And how old are you, Brenda?" He sounded almost civil.
"I'm…twenty…uh twenty one…" I swallowed.
"You know what we're doing here?" He smiled at me.
"Wha-what?" I looked at him, shrinking back slightly. I wasn't sure what he was asking me.
"Do you know what we are doing here tonight?" Rich spoke slowly and I looked from him to Jeff and back again.
"Making a...a…movie?" I tried to keep my voice calm.
"That's right Brenda, we're making a movie. Do you know what it's called?" Rich smiled when I shook my head. "It's called Extreme Coeds #13…lucky 13, what do you think of that?"
"I-I don't know." I whispered, blinking several times as Jeff moved around with his handheld camera.
"You're a coed, right Brenda?" Rich asked and when I didn't answer fast enough he slapped me. "Where do you go to school?"
"Oregon…Oregon State…" I said softly. "Oh…please…please! Just…let me go…I'm sorry! I want to go home!" I started crying softly. "I want my daddy!"
"Sure Brenda." Rich chuckled. "We'll let you go, but first…Have you ever been raped before?"
"Wha-what? R-R-Raped?" I swallowed hard and shook my head. "No…please. You…you don't have to I can…I can do whatever you want…" I wiped my eyes, looking around. "Don't rape me…please…please…" My voice was so soft by the end I could barely hear it myself and Jeff gave me a thumbs up from behind his camera.
"Well, Brenda…it just wouldn't be too extreme if we didn't rape you, ya know?" He laughed and cracked the belt across my thigh, making me jump slightly. "Now answer the question!"
"N-No…I've never been…R-Raped." I sobbed.
"But I bet you want to be, don't you Brenda? I bet you dream of being raped." He was speaking gently, coaxing me, and Jeff was nodding slightly. "Come on, you can tell us the truth."
I wondered what the demographics were for entertainment like this and almost smiled, but I didn't. "No!...No…please…I don't…"
"Brenda." Rich sounded disappointed. "We know about girls like you, so come on…don't lie. Tell us how much you want to be raped."
"I…" I stared nervously into the camera for a moment and then lowered my eyes in shame. "Yes…' I whispered.
"Yes what?" Rich prodded.
"I want to be r-r-raped." I let a tear run down my cheek as I hugged my knees to my breasts, rocking slightly. "I d-dream about it."
"Good girl." Rich chuckled. "See, that wasn't so hard! Now, I want you to look into the camera and imagine all the guys who will see this tape…Men who will be jerking off while they watch you getting raped…"
I looked up, into the camera and stared. Nodding my head and smiling weakly, a sad pathetic little smile.
"…Now, do you have a message for your fans, Brenda? For those thousands of men out there watching you?"
"I…I hope you enjoy this, as m-much as I do…" I swallowed and glanced at Rich who was smiling and nodding. "And I, uh, just want to say I…I love you uh, all…" I closed my eyes, biting my lip as I turned away.
"Now, one last thing and then we'll start rapin' you, okay? I want you to sign this for the camera." Rich held up a model release form for the camera and Jeff zoomed in on it for a minute. "Basically it just says you love being raped, you want to be raped, and you want us to film your rape for sale to consenting adults. Okay?" He handed it to me with a pen.
I wiped my tear stained face and printed Brenda Pavageau in correct spot, wrote down a made up address in Portland, and a phone number that meant nothing to me. I signed that I was over eighteen, modeling with no form of coercion, violating no federal or local laws, and agreed to the terms stipulating in my (non-existent) modeling contract regarding compensation, monetary or otherwise.
It was all just for the camera and I wondered what sort of thrill this gave to anyone who might be watching, but I suppose it lent some minor credence to the illusion that I was who I said I was. Porn is all about illusion, I've learned, and this was my first lesson.
The rape itself wasn't bad at all, I enjoyed it thoroughly and I think Rich did as well. He tied me spread eagle to the bed, on my back, and whipped me with his belt for a solid 30 minutes. I was screaming at first, so loud that he gagged me. He concentrated on my breasts at first, licking them with that hard leather strap until they felt as if they were on fire. And then he stopped, and that was almost worse, letting us both catch our breath before he went to work on my stomach and thighs.
When he'd had enough, I lay there bathed in sweat. The gag he'd used, my torn panties held in place with a tie knotted around my head, were soaked with spit. My body was criss-crossed with angry red welts and the light discoloration of newborn bruises.
"Get that camera down here. Look at this slut…" Rich was saying and Jeff moved down between my legs, zooming in on my cunt as Rich fingered me. "She's soaked!" Rich laughed. He worked two fingers inside me and then used both hands to pull my puffy labia apart, exposing the glistening pink interior to the camera lens.
I moaned as they examined me gently, teasing me and bringing my clitoris to aching life for their amusement. "I think a hungry cunt like that needs a spanking, don't you?" Rich grinned at me and Jeff panned up to my face, catching my eyes wide with fearful anticipation.
Rich used his belt again, this time whipping it down between my spread legs to light a fire in my sex. It was unbelievably painful, every slowly measured stroke making my entire body tense and jerk against the exploding sensation. Rich did this for perhaps 10 minutes before pausing to let Jeff get more close-ups of my now very red and swollen sex.
Rich fingered me some more as well, posing my pussy for the camera and declaring that I was the most rape hungry bitch he'd ever seen in his life. "She's so hot for it I bet she'd could even fuck The Babe!" I had no idea what he was talking about, but he soon showed me, retrieving a baseball bat from where it was hiding under the bed. He held it up for Jeff to film. "This is a genuine Louisville Slugger Babe Ruth Signature Baseball Bat!" Rich chuckled. "Forty inches long with an eight inch barrel. Any man worth his salt keeps one of these bad boys handy, cause you just never know when you're gonna meet a girl like Brenda!"
Rich laid the bat on my body lengthwise, so the thick round barrel was between my breasts and the thin handle across my sex. "How far do you think we can get the Babe inside you, Brenda? Far enough so you can taste it?" I shook my head violently, groaning as I stared down at it. "Let's find out, huh?"
Rich picked up the bat and rubbed the rather dully rounded, but impossibly thick head of the bat against my pussy. He worked it in slowly, not bothering to lubricate the wood at all, and I had vague fears about splinters. I tried to relax, closing my eyes and thinking happy thoughts, but the pressure was incredible. My vagina just wasn't all that big. I'd never really been a size freak or anything and this was the largest thing I'd ever tried to take. It felt like a horse had kicked me right in the cunt when Rich grunted, leaning his weight into it and a good three inches suddenly seemed to slam inside me. I screamed into the gag, my body going stiff as a board and lifting my ass right off the mattress.
"Goddamn!" Rich laughed. "She's a real fan after all!"
Tears flooded my eyes and Jeff focused on my face, catching the miserable ecstasy of that eternal moment. I'd never felt anything like it, the pain was beautiful, tangible. I felt like I could hold it and kiss and join with it forever. My cunt burned and throbbed, a thousand times worse than any cramp I'd ever had. Rich pushed again, sliding more of the bat inside me, but it was the head of the thing, the widest part of it, that did the damage. It stretched me further as it moved deeper, pushing against parts of me that I'd never known existed.
They say the interior of a girl's vagina doesn't really feel anything, that all the nerves are concentrated around the vulva and the clitoris. But don't believe it, I could feel it distinctly, every bit of that hard wooden beast as it caressed my walls. Rich worked it back and forth slowly, and every slight withdraw was a new and different pain.
"Deeper?" Rich grinned and I shuddered. I was going to cum any moment and when he pushed the bat again, deeper until it pressed against my cervix like a great weight upon my soul, I lost it totally. My cunt seemed to collapse around my impalement, squeezing the bat relentlessly, ignorant of the agony this was bringing to my already taut muscles. But it was bearable, easily as my mind reached that next plateau, like a runner getting that high from her exertions. My body was being flooded with endorphins, natural intoxicating pain killers to bring the pleasure of being penetrated so thoroughly into sharp relief.
I was so lost, cumming over and over that I don't remember Rich removing my gag. I only know I soon found myself with his large hard cock pressed to my lips and I sucked him greedily, working my tongue around the head and savoring the heady rush of being used like that. Rich made a fist in my hair, pulling my head up so that his penis rammed into the back of my mouth almost painfully. I choked on it, gagging hard and the wretched sounds filled the room. Jeff moved to get close-ups of my face and Rich urged me to open my eyes. I felt them watering as the man banged his prick over and over into the reaches of my mouth, trying to force it into my throat like a battering ram. My body shuddered as it tried to deal with the sudden violence of this assault and at the same time my cunt was still enveloped around the baseball bat pressing into my womb. Every jerk of my head moved the rest of my body just enough to make that painful intrusion seem fresh and and lucid, like a living thing digging into my belly.
"Come on bitch!" Rich teased me with his voice full of cruel humor. "Open up and take it! Show us what a cocksucking slut you really are!"
And then he did finally force the swollen head of his cock into my throat, sinking deep quickly, with one hard thrust so that his heavy balls were pressed to my chin. He held it there, while my throat muscles worked reflexively around it, as though I might actually swallow that oversized organ. He groaned above me, holding my head with one hand while the fingers of the other hand stroked the smooth delicate skin beneath my jaw.
"Look at that!" he chuckled. "I can see it there! You get that on film?" he was rubbing the evident swell of his cock, embedded in my throat and pushing my once graceful neck outward into distended proof of his presence.
Rich worked his cock in and out slowly after that, finding no resistance now, and my throat seemed to burn painfully around him as he moved. I sucked cool air gratefully through my nose, and sputtered and coughed when he pulled back far enough so that the helmet of his cock rested on my tongue. He gave me a few precious seconds and then thrust inside again, moving so that his thighs straddled my head and leaning forward, no longer bringing my head up to him, but now fucking my throat hard, driving into my face and pressing me back onto the mattress.
"What a cocksucking bitch! Jesus....that's so fucking good in there! Throat me you whore!" He was whispering to me breathlessly, ramming his cock in and out and ignoring the gasps and desperate coughs that racked my body. I had my eyes shut tightly again, feeling my face hot and wet with tears. My arms flailed weakly, sometimes pushing uselessly at him, sometimes pulling as if I needed more. Other times I could only grip the sheets, pulling at them as my body tensed with the effort of accepting his long fat prick down my throat. I'd never experienced anything so brutal and it was almost frightening, which only made it that much better for me. My ass was coming off the bed and I felt the bat stuffed in my cunt moving, rocking back and forth and pressing against my body with pangs of obscene pressure. I was growing used to it, to the sensation of being so full and I enjoyed it.
"Ohhh! Fuck! Ready for your first load, bitch?" Rich pulled his cock free and slapped my face with it. "Open your fucking eyes!" I did as he told me, staring up at dark reddish cock, glistening with spit ad precum. "Jerk me off, cunt! I wanna cum on your slut face!"
I moved my arm, licking my lips and taking his cock awkwardly in my hand. It was so hot now, so hard and fat that my fingers could barely go around it. I couldn't believe he'd been ramming that thing into my throat, but I could feel the raw burning that it had left behind. I stroked his penis hard and fast, holding it just above my flushed face, staring at it while Jeff held his camera close. I moved my fist up and down for a minute until Rich arched his back slightly, thrusting a bit with his hips, and then letting loose with a dozen hard and fast spurts of his cum. It flew into my hair, across my forehead and into my eyes. It went in my nose and into my open mouth. I kept jerking him off, not pausing as I felt it pulsing in my hand until my face was a mask of sperm. Only then did Rich push his cock once more into my mouth and further, onto my throat, fucking me for a few long strokes and then pulling out completely, leaving me gasping.
"Ah fuck that was good, Brenda!" He rubbed his cock around my face, as if shoveling his cum towards my mouth. "Eat it up, slut. Show us how much you love eating cum!"
He'd rub his cock until it was covered with sperm and then bring it to my lips for me to lick and suck clean. He urged me to talk, to look into the camera while I ate his cum and tell my fans how much I loved it. "I love eating hot cum!" I whispered, my voice was hoarse and it was painful just to say those few words. "Mmmm..." I smacked my lips and rubbed at my eyes. The cum that had landed there burned and made my eyes water again, but there was nothing I could do for it.
Rich got off me, reaching between my legs and pulling his baseball bat free of my cunt with a slow, wet sound that belied the intense discomfort I felt. My pussy walls protested this strange new feeling of being suddenly empty once again. They'd just grown used to being stretched and now I groaned as they tried to collapse on themselves, to regain their previous shape.
Rich pushed three fingers inside me, working them around and laughing. "You ain't so tight now, bitch!" He grinned at me. "I bet you could fuck a horse, Brenda. How about it, you ever fucked a horse?"
"N-No..." I sighed and hunched my hips upward to meet his fingers.
"How about fisting? I bet a sweet cunt like yours has been fisted a lot!"
"Nooo..." I bit my lip, staring down at him as he pushed his little finger inside me as well, fucking his four fingers in and out slowly.
"I got pretty big hands..." He pulled his fingers out and held them up, wiggling his fingers. "What do you think, cunt? You wanna try fisting?"
I shook my head, telling him no and Rich slapped my cunt hard, sending a little shock of pain through my body.
"Ask me, Brenda! Ask me to fist your cunt, baby!" He slapped me again, his palm coming down hard on my aching clitoris.
"Nooo...oh!" I cried out weakly, my voice breaking and the effort only added more pain to my overloaded senses. "Fist me...Yiii!" he slapped me gain. "Fist me please...please...fist my cunt...fist me...fist me!" I was begging, my whole body tight and quivering. I'd tried to close my legs against his slaps, but Rich pulled them apart, reaching down to pinch the small nub of my erect clitoris, grabbing it along with a bit of wrinkled flesh around it. He pulled it hard and made me sob, my own hands reaching down to grab his arm, trying to free myself.
"Okay, Brenda." Rich chuckled and spoke reasonably. "Just remember, you asked for it, okay?" He held up his hand for the camera, turning to stare into it. "She's one crazy fuckin' bitch! Don't try this at home!"
A moment later he was pushing his fingers back into my pussy and at first it was good, not unpleasant at all. I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to relax and not wanting to know what was coming. Soon though, I could feel Rich pushing harder, tucking his thumb to his palm and trying to work the widest part of his big hand into my already stretched cunt. It wasn't so bad as I'd feared and the pain was momentary, I gave a hard grunt and then realized his hand was just inside me.
"That's not so bad, is it cunt?" Rich asked me and I shook my head.
"No...it feels...good..." I whispered.
"Good." Rich smiled and then I felt his fingers curling, making a real fist inside me, pushing unevenly at the soft tissue of my pussy. "Let's make it feel really good!" He pushed his fist inside me hard, going in until I felt him punching my cervix. It couldn't have been too hard, but it felt like the end of the world! The air whooshed out of me with a gagging cough and my body lifted off the mattress with the sudden rush of pain.
"This is called punch fucking, in some places, Brenda." Rich was grunting with the effort of pressing his clenched fist inside me, giving it a little twist I think as his knuckles jabbed into the soft tissue of my womb. "You like it, baby? Come on, tell me how much you love getting punch fucked!"
But I couldn't have said anything if I'd wanted to. I'd reached down, grabbing his forearm in my hands and holding Rich tightly, but neither pushing nor pulling against his movements. It was as if I couldn't decide what I needed, it was a mindless desperate overload of the senses. My mouth hung open, breathless and silent. I tried to breathe, but it was impossible. The intensity of Rich's hand pressed inside me was too much. My body moved of its own accord, writhing and bucking, seeming to fuck itself on the sweet pain and ultimate pleasure the man was giving me. I was cumming as if I'd never cum before, dying more like as everything else was overwhelmed.
I woke up sometime later, feeling very tired. I wanted to sleep more, to curl up and close my eyes, but I couldn't. I'd been tied face down over the hard wood of the hotel desk. The men must have moved it while I'd been asleep, in fact they'd been busy I realized as I lifted my head and looked around.
One of the beds was pushed against the far wall and the other turned on it's side, tilted to lean against another wall. I was in the middle of the room, bent over the desk lengthwise so that my hands were tied to a front and back leg, pulling me over so the edge of the desk pressed painfully against the undersides of my breasts. My legs were spread and pulled around the sides, which was another sort of discomfort, forcing me to straddle the desk like some kind of awkward beast. My feet couldn't reach the floor, of course, and my ankles were likewise tied to the other legs of the desk. I was gagged tightly and my tongue felt dry and swollen when I tried to move it.
I caught my reflection in the big mirror bolted to the wall near the television, and through that the open doorway behind me. The bastards had left me tied and unconscious, with the door wide open. There was some sort of sign, a hand lettered piece of paper taped to the door. I couldn't read it, of course, but I doubted it was anything but an invitation to anyone passing by to have some fun with me. My pussy and ass were so sore, my ass especially, and I closed my eyes, feeling tears starting. All I could do was wait, wondering who would find me next, and if they would save me, or rape me. It was frightening, exciting, and terrible, and I hoped I would get a copy of the videotape.
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