Chapter 9
Goodson was gone by the time she got to her feet. She noticed he had taken her clothing and all the towels. She had no choice but to walk into the small kitchen totally naked. There was no one there, and so she walked from the kitchen into the studio, itself.
There was soft music playing, and that was when she realized Goodson, with a camera, was photographing her as she walked in.
"That was an excellent performance in the bathroom, young lady," the voice of Dick Buller said. "Too bad you had to do it with Ivor. Otherwise we would have had it on film."
The klieg lights were blinding her and she blinked looking around. That was when she realized she was in the bedroom of the mock-up house, and there were a number of other men there, all sitting in chairs around the room.
She felt embarrassed and wanted to hide her nakedness, but there was nothing for her to use. If she tried grabbing the bedcovers she knew one of the other men would jump on her and stop her. It was all so useless, so futile.
Turning, she thought of returning to the kitchen and then barricading herself in the bathroom, but one of the men had already blocked the way, getting up from the chair in which he was seated. Through all this the camera was grinding, and she realized this was going to be an impromptu performance without scripts. The idea that it would be recorded on film had her shuddering.
"Ivor!" she gasped, looking directly at the camera. But he was caught up in what he was doing, and he didn't seem to give a damn what happened to her at this point. God! She had expected introductions, at least getting to know the names of the man or men who intended using her. This whole business of simply having them jump on top of her was ludicrous, at best.
"Ivor isn't going to help you, honey," Dick Buller said to her. "This kind of film means a lot of bread and butter to all of us, including you. So why not be a smart girl and let what happens, happen. If you struggle a bit it'll look better on film, but really, we don't want to hurt you, merely fuck you. Even though I'm directing, I'm going to get in on the action, too."
She stood there frozen to the spot. How many of them were there, six, eight? Did all of them expect to get a piece of her? My God! Certainly not all of them. Why it was impossible for her to handle so many men in such a short period of time. She'd already had two climaxes with Goodson, and though men might not realize it, a climax took more than a little something out of a woman.
Suddenly one of the men who had been sitting got to his feet and moved closer to her. He was a tall, muscular man, and as he came toward her, the sight of him frightened her.
"Stop acting so self-centered all the time, honey," he said to her. "From what we were able to see while you were in the bathroom, you obviously enjoy giving a little head. Hell! You even know how to come while sucking. Let's not quibble, beautiful lady. Right now it's my turn to enjoy you."
Other voices began chiming in almost immediately.
"My turn next."
"Me after you."
"Then me!"
She lost count of the quantity of men standing there, and she suddenly realized she didn't even have time to count them because the large, heavy set man suddenly grabbed her slender body, lifted her up, and hurled her onto the bed.
Standing over her, he tugged his pants off, and that was when his massively rigid phallus swung into view. His hairy testicles dangled loosely in a great profusion of wrinkled flesh covered by lots of wiry, dark hair. She saw his entire front was matted with hair, running from his belly all the way up to his chest.
The man stood directly over Melanie, looking down at her soft-textured flesh, flexing his muscular thighs so that his gigantically massive penile rod soared out in a tight, throbbing lance, letting her know it was all for her. Through all this the camera continued to steadily grind away. Her white porcelain skin lay completely revealed and her small breasts stood high on her chest even as she lay there.
Melanie's eyes swept dazedly across the length of the enormous cock standing out above her. Her head was whirling as if she were having some sort of nightmare, unable to control herself. She knew without a doubt what was on this man's mind, and she leaped to her feet and faced the crude man, pleadingly.
Catching her trimly naked body about the waist, the man yanked her against him and then swallowed her mouth with his. Melanie began to fight and struggle, though she was almost totally drained because of the two orgasms she'd had with Ivor Goodson. Her hands pushed vainly at the large, fleshy body that was possessively pressing against hers.
His huge, rough paws roamed over the full mounds of her small breasts. He began squeezing them, crushing them unmercifully, pinching the brownish-pink nipples until they began turning blood-red. His hands swept in increasing urgency over her smooth shoulders, then ran down her back to the voluptuous melon-shapes of her rounded buttocks. Melanie knew now there was no chance of any possible escape from these animals.
She uttered little cries which were no more than lost whispers in the room. She felt totally helpless to prevent the oncoming pain and humiliation she knew she was definitely going to receive.
The men were no longer sitting but crowding around the bed on which she had once again been thrown onto. Everyone there was able to feel the tension building in the depths of their own loins while they waited to get a shot at the helpless model.
Dimly, Melanie realized Goodson had not even kept his word about giving her a wig to wear. Her face would be plainly recognizable by anyone who knew her, should any of them take it into their heads to see the picture now being made.
With a brutal heave, the man forced the beautiful brunette further back on the large bed. She lay on her back, totally vulnerable, her long, limber legs spread wide apart, tears running from her eyes. The burly man then threw himself onto her, his body pressing hard against the delightfully voluptuous curves of her flesh.
Melanie uttered a series of low, whimpering gasps and tried once again to weakly push the man off her. His heavy hands trembled as they continued wandering over the supple softness of her delightful thighs, kneading the flesh, grasping it in ripples between the heaviness of his demanding fingers.
His hungry mouth proceeded to devour her quivering breasts, biting and chewing on them so that deep marks from his teeth were plainly visible on her white, flaccid flesh. He sucked strongly on the points that were her nipples so that groans of helpless terror tore from her quivering lips.
He moved up on her, swallowing her tasty, ripe, girlish mouth with his own once again. He pulled back her thighs, even though she struggled to keep them flat on the bed, hoping to somehow keep them clamped shut. The tender pink lips leading to her soft vaginal foramen were now completely visible to the man, and he glared hungrily at her cunt, thinking of the delight he was about to receive from it. There it was, totally unguarded, and every man in the room salivated, seeing droplets of wetness seeping from it.
The big man's hand went down to his penis and for the first time she realized this man had a longer penis than Ivor Goodson. It figured, since the men chosen for these movies weren't selected for their acting abilities, but rather for the equipment with which Mother Nature had endowed them.
The throbbing rod was jerking between her thighs, brushing the tender skin of her vagina again and again, nosing its way around as if blindly trying to find her vaginal slit, and the hidden hole inside the slit. His tubular rod with its great, mottled red head was bloated with blood as it began rubbing teasingly against her vulnerable opening.
The helpless Melanie lay there, arms widely stretched, as if praying for some kind of help. Her head was now resting on the pillow on the bed, and she realized she simply was unable to do anything more.
The man grinned widely, and with a quick, hip-thrusting plunge, he sank his massive cock deep into the narrow crevice, unerringly finding the small hole before pushing straight into it. He pushed again, making her jerk like a broken puppet.
The penis, because of its immenseness, felt as if it had entered her with a tearing movement as her slender hips suddenly began to jerk frantically at the agony of the sudden impalement. A weird, chilling scream came tearing out of her throat.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyyaaaaaaaiiiiiigggghhhhhaaaaaaggggghhhh!"
The ponderous man began sawing his throbbing cock in and out of her tight tunnel while her wriggling, squirming body writhed from side to side. The entire time she gasped and cried out in continuous helplessness, and the camera was recording everything.
Melanie did her best to fight the man, trying hard to push him away from her, but eventually she gave up and lay with her whole body helplessly twitching under the driving pain she was receiving because of the pounding her helpless body was undergoing. There seemed to be a blaze of fire between her helpless thighs.
The men who were standing around the bed all had bulges in their trousers. Their penises were pushing solidly against their pants, and Melanie knew every one of them was going to have his turn at her.
Under the heavy weight of the man now crudely fucking her, her heaving breasts rose sharply in continual suffocated heavings, and her bottom slithered from side to side in a continual effort to try and relieve the pain she was feeling because of his constantly relentless thrusting and withdrawal. Her face was soaking wet, drenched with tears of pain, humiliation, and shame, and every so often she yelped out loud. She had never had such a huge penis inside her. In point of fact, this was only the third penis in her vagina, and it felt as if it belonged to a brontosaurus.
The great, pulsating organ continued slipping in and out, now moving with greater and greater ease. Now when he plunged forward, he embedded the full length deep in her cringing belly, as far as it would go, slamming into the back wall of her vagina, making her think he intended drilling a hole inside her.
Now his hands once again began to roam over the smoothness of her entire body. He clutched it all over in his hungering passion. He caught her shoulders, her neck, and then tightly clasped her face. After that he crammed his hands under her lovely buttocks and cupped them as well, squeezing them, firmly. He slid his hands between her columnar thighs, allowing himself to feel his own cock as it continued mailing itself into her cunt.
His wide mouth opened again and covered her tear-stained face with dearingly hot, wet kisses. Grunts came from the gasping depths of his throat and his tensing and untensing buttocks began moving slowly now, making the pushes into her careful and deliberate. He pushed his knees even closer to the roundness of her upturned buttocks, as if intent on finally drilling that hole in the rear of her vagina.
With his hands he began pushing her thighs back, pressing them up and over her head so that she looked almost completely unreal in her painfully contorted position. Her aching body was almost bent double with her toes touching the mattress on either side of her head.
Once again he slowed his pumping action into her roundly upturned buttocks, grinding very slowly, small gasps coming from his lips, until suddenly a long, aching flood of gasping breath hurtled from the very depths of his throat.
"GGGGHHHHHAAAAAANNNNN ... GGGGGHHHHUUUURRRRGGGG ... HHHNNNNN!" he bellowed, and though she felt no orgasm of her own, Melanie was aware of a heavy river of sperm jetting into her. White fluid swept into the hidden recesses of her cunt, deep into the depths of her battered belly.
The man's gasps were accompanied by other, similar gasps and a series of frenzied expressions on the faces of the men in the room as he sank heavily onto the slenderly perspiring woman, allowing her long legs to flop back down almost lifelessly on either side of him.
Slowly the first of the ravishers climbed off her body, leaving her helplessly sprawled and sobbing, totally immobile on the large bed. Her thighs lay spread obscenely apart. She had no strength left to shut them.
However the indignities to her body were a long way from being finished. The next man, another faceless individual, was all ready to take her. Excited beyond the point where any of the other men was able to control himself, she was fucked several times in succession as she lay there on the bed.
Then she was turned over, and forced to come up on her knees, the way Dick Buller had positioned her. The smooth, supple flesh was now wickedly yanked aside to reveal the tight, unyielding elastic orifice that was her rectum.
"EeeeeeyyyyyaaMxmiiiiiaaaaaa ... gggghhhhhuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" Melanie shrieked, as she realized something new was about to happen to her.
A penis was pressing against her rear opening, and though she strained to shut her sphincter and keep it out, little by little it was breaching her anal opening. She struggled, sweat breaking heavily out all over her body, but the penis continued pushing, and suddenly it "popped" just inside her sphincter. The corona, trapped inside, now pushed forward, sinking deeper and deeper. In it went, her fists pounding into the mattress and her head slamming against the pillow beneath. It was unbelievable. The pain felt as if someone had poured live coals into her rectum. She wriggled and squirmed, but the thick penis just kept moving in and out, in and out, in and out. Agony slowly gave way to a perverse kind of ecstasy as thrills now began building in her tender rectum. For the first time Melanie was aware she had nerve-endings in her rear-end that were similar to those in her throat, and when massaged, an orgasm might result. A few moments later, it was confirmed, as she had her first orgasm since the rape began.
"AAAIIIIYYYEEE ... AAAGGGHHHAAAAANNNNNGG ... HHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWAAAAGGGGHHHH ... AAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHH!" she shrieked as the penis continued pounding into her rectal tunnel again and again.
The man plugged into her ass pulled her against him and then rolled over on the bed so that she was now lying on top of him. Before she had a chance to do or say anything more, another man was there, sprawling on top of her, forcing his cock into her vagina while the other man still had his penis buried in her rectum. Both channels were exceedingly tight, and as she writhed and squirmed, she felt a whole series of small climaxes go off inside her like a string of firecrackers.
She lay back, not caring, her head to the side, almost hanging off the mattress. She was just beginning to relax, thinking she would be able to live through this buffeting after all, when she recognized Dick Buller. He walked over to the side of the bed, leering down at her helpless form. He wasted no time, dropping his trousers, saying, "Baby, you just come ahead and do for me what you did for Ivor in the bathroom, earlier."
"No ... " she gasped. "Oh God! No! No! No more!" she begged, moaning and groaning, but Buller ignored her pleas completely. There was a lewd grin of delight shining on his face.
"Cut the crap, Mellie," he said to her. "You know damn well you love every last little bit of everything that's happening to you. The way Ivor is taking pictures, we have enough here to use as filler for four different porno flicks. You'll be able to relax after today and stick with straight modeling for a long while."
She looked at Buller with a horrified expression on her face. What was this horrible man doing to her? Between Ivor and himself, she had been totally and completely corrupted. This was a nightmare. God! She had been violated in almost every possible way, and she was terrified they might finish the film by killing her.
Dick Buller was many things, but he wasn't stupid. He had no intention of killing Melanie Lamarr. There was a good possibility she would be the greatest porn box-office attraction that ever existed. No, he was quite content to discover how that sweet little mouth of hers felt around his cock while the other two men continued pumping into her cunt and her asshole.
There was pressure on the mattress near her head, and she realized Buller had kneed his way onto the bed. It sank under his more than slightly heavy weight. His fingers were continuing to fumble with her lips, trying to force them open. She snapped at his fingers and even managed to draw blood from one of them.
"You goddamn little bitch!" Buller snapped, his fingers beginning to cruelly force her jaws to separate.
She whipped her head from side to side, trying to keep him from doing what he had threatened to do. But it was to no avail. One hand had the fingers digging into her jaw hinges with the palm of his hand flatly pressing on her nose, and the other hand was tangled in her short, black hair. She held still, afraid to move for fear of having her hair torn out of her head. Above his hand she saw the gleam in his eye as he released her hair and reached between his thighs and grabbed his pulsating penis. He began jerking on it, though that was hardly necessary since it was already at full mast. He was panting rapidly now, anticipating this next move.
"Now Mellie," he told her, "you're going to take my cock in your mouth and lick it and kiss it," he insisted, panting very huskily.
Though she had fairly salivated at the eventual taking of Ivor Goodson's cock in her mouth, the idea of sucking on this man's penis almost turned her stomach. There was something very unwholesome about Dick Buller, and she decided that after today she would tell her agent she wanted nothing more to do with him. By now, especially after the TV ad, she ought to be able to get some really good advertising spots.
She wanted to scream all of a sudden, and she opened her mouth to do so. That was when he shoved his stiffly throbbing phallus between her lips, pushing it into her unwilling throat.
He used his left hand to lift her head and then propped the two pillows on the bed under it, keeping her head forward, so that the tip of his throbbing penis was burrowing between her lips. She tried to keep her teeth clenched together to prevent his entry into her mouth, but Dick Buller was not to be denied his moment of total triumph, and pinching her nose until her mouth opened wide, he thrust in hard, forcing his pulsating cock deep into the heatedly wet cavern of her sucking mouth. She felt the massive hugeness of his prick as it slithered back and forth along the length of her tongue and palate, filling her mouth completely with its thick and fleshy hardness.
The heavy man became more incited at seeing his swollen penis being almost totally devoured in the lovely mouth of this stunningly beautiful girl as one of his hands once again held her hair tightly to keep her from pulling away.
Melanie struggled against the cruel and violent rape of her helpless mouth, but it was a useless fight as he continued quickening his thrusts in and out of the sucking orifice. He never quite completely pulled it from between her tender sucking lips, and at one point, when he crammed it down her throat, massaging the nerve-endings down there, she thought she would suffocate for lack of air. Nevertheless, Buller continued plunging on unheedingly, stifling her moans with his cock as the two other men continued plundering her vaginal and anal passageways.
The brunette closed her eyes again, not being able to look at herself being the object of such humiliation, realizing everyone in the room was enjoying the way she was being subjected to all this. She felt numb, totally devoid of inner feeling, unable to feel anything and everything around her. In a trancelike state she heard Buller commanding her, "Suck it, Mellie-baby, suck it until I can give you the flavor your mouth craves."
At this point she obeyed unthinkingly, too terrified of having to endure possible additional pain if she didn't do as she was told. She had to obey the man's every command. After all, her mind inanely reasoned, He is the director.
Her lips pursed themselves around the throbbing instrument and nibbled, and she began to choke and sputter until her throat once again became accustomed to the thick log probing into it. Little by little she was accepting this unnatural rape of her mouth. She tried not to think about what was happening, but every time he pushed forward, sinking his hard cock a little deeper into her throat, she felt his hairy testicles bouncing against her chin, a cruelly depraved reminder of just what it was that was happening to her.
The saliva in her mouth became greater and greater, and because the thick cock clogged her throat, she was unable to swallow. Therefore it drooled out around the corners of her lips. She recognized the stickiness mixed with her spit as the secretions coming from the tip in his penis as the fluid was washing heavily into her mouth, now.
She was well aware of his hips straining and writhing and squirming next to her bobbing head. He was acting as if he were having some sort of epileptic fit—a last spasmodic thrust of passion before his climax.
His cock was swelling, growing thicker, and she felt the pulsations in his urethra. His hips were wildly straining and she knew he was about to climax.
"Oh God!" she gurgled. He's going to come in my mouth, the way Ivor did. If he does it, I'll get sick!
His fingers were now firmly gripping her short hair, crushing the strands, forcing her head to move back and forth along the entire length of his throbbingly pulsating penis. He was treating it the same way he had treated her vagina, just another receptacle into which he intended shooting the seed of his hot, animal lust. His eyes bore down solidly on her, watching the way her fleshy lips continued to tightly clasp his throbbing penis.
She was now aware of the continued stretching and expanding of his penis as it bloated inside her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper until she thought she would surely strangle before being able to take another inch of it. She moaned and sighed pitifully, never before having felt so totally helpless in her entire life.
She began sucking his throbbing instrument all the harder, realizing now the sooner he came, the sooner this ordeal would finally come to an end. This was the only way out for her. There simply was nothing else left for her to do. It was obvious Dick Buller was not the kind of many to show mercy to anyone. By now she was very well aware of what kind of person he was. She simply hoped he was going to be the last one to make any more demands on her aching and violated body. She felt so worn and beaten, she thought she had rivaled Cleopatra, who was once reputed to have taken on an entire legion of a thousand men.
Abruptly the man began jerking and twitching his hips, sinking the full length of his swollen cock deep into the tightness of her gasping throat. She fought to breathe but it was completely hopeless as suddenly his sperm erupted in the warm, wet interior of her sucking mouth.
"OHHHHH HHHHH ... YYYYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH ... MOTTHHHHERRRRRFUCKERRRR ... HHHHHAAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHH ... SHIIIIIIIIII!!! AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH ... SUCK THE COCK BABYYYYYYY ... OHHHHHHHH ... WOWWWWWWWAAAUUUGGGHHH!" he bellowed, the obscenities continually rushing from his lips as his heatedly thick liquid continued squirting into the lovely girl's narrowly constricted throat.
Melanie sucked against her will, realizing his sperm wasn't nearly as bad as she had imagined it might be. She swallowed and kept on sucking, draining the hot sperm from his throbbing penis, doing her best to deflate his rod and relax the pressure in her mouth.
It seemed to last forever, and her mouth was filled with the pungently exotic flavor of his semen. Finally it jerked one last time and then softened beneath her swirling tongue.
At the same time the two men in her cunt and asshole began unleashing their own sperm, and the combined pressure was enough to give Melanie yet another climax. It was so overpowering, she fainted.
When she finally awoke she was lying on the bed and the whole set had been struck. Ivor Goodson was there, alone with her. Looking at him, Melanie made up her mind there would be no more of this for her. From now on it was straight modeling, or nothing.