Chapter 4

While Ramona approached the redhead, Simon carried the other girl upstairs and adjusted his hood. This, he thought, was going to be the best damned movie on Mars! These people on Earth didn't know how lucky they were. They had finally grown up. Up on Mars the citizens couldn't do this and couldn't do that. Colonial governments, Simon mused, have always been so damned puritannical!

This would be one movie that would be reed. Not just actresses pretending. They'd really whipped this girl. And now it would be real with the other one, too.

He paused on the steps, watching Ramona. Holding the soldering iron in her hand, the naked-above-the-

waist woman stood gazing at the helplessly suspended body before her. She studied that bound figure, and Simon grinned.

The big redhead was unconscious. The flaming waterfall of her hair streamed down over her total nudity. Her big, large-aureoled and slightly pendulous breasts rose and fell steadily with her deep breathing. They trembled and jiggled on her chest, making Simon's penis jerk. Her nipples looked like red thumbs.

Holding the iron in her left hand, Ray reached out with her right to pinch one of those nipples. The girl stirred in her unconsciousness, emitting a little moan.

"Ununmmm. . . ." The sould trickled from her hps and her eyelids fluttered. Ramona pinched with more force.

The girl awoke. She stared with flashing eyes and accused the big woman of having clobbered her; calmly, glibly, Ray promised her double the money for the realism she had imparted to their film. Appearing somewhat mollified, LiAda asked about Julie. She was calmly told that the other girl was upstairs, taking a break. When she asked about Simon, he descended the steps. Her eyes dropped to the bobbing before him of his naked erection.

"Now here's the rest of the script," Ray told her. "I'm going to be threatening you with this red-hot iron—" She showed it to the girl.

"My god!" Linda shuddered.

"Right. We take you down, shove you to your hands and knees, and he rapes you. That's it."

Linda agreed and was swiftly released. Ray gave her a push, branchshing the soldering iron, and Linda went to her knees, her big naked tits jumping, then dangling beneath her. Ray, iron in hand, pulled up the straight-

backed chair and sat just in front of her, facing her.

And Simon walked swiftly behind her, after checking the cameras. Everything was rolling fine. It would be a beautiful movie, just beautiful. It would make them hundreds of thousands on puritannical Mars. Maybe a million.

He assumed that the cameras would not pick up the grease on his cock. Let the viewers think what he did was even worse than it would be!

Stepping up behind the kneeling girl, he clamped his hands to the swelling sides of her buttocks and, all in the same swift movement, drove his prick straight in between the' white cheeks. She screamed, starting forward and ramming into Ray's leg.

"Aaaaaaaahhh! That... that's not the way it's done! Now wait a minute . . ."

Ray waved the iron and the girl gasped as she felt its heat, close to her face. "Now you wait a minute,'' Ray told her. "You just kneel there and take it, or you get this iron rammed right in between your big hanging tits! That way it'll burn both of 'em."

"But... you ... wait..."

"Shut up! Now you know, Red. We want realism. And you help us ... or else!"

Whimpering, Linda tried her best to make herself relax as Simon forced himself up into the furrow of her buttocks and then into the little slot back there. She cried out again when he achieved thorough penetration, forcing wide the tight locking ring of her anus. Her fingers clawed fruitlessly—and painfully—at the floor. She. swung her hips and groaned in an effort to escape the bludgeoning intruder. She jammed her cheeks so closely together around the pole of his sex that there were visible hollows in each hip.

Fine, Simon thought. Fine! Just makes the movie all the better!

Then, while the girl groaned and Ray held her in check with the terrible menace of the soldering iron, Simon moved and rammed violently, savagely, hurling himself in the out of the tight hot channel of her ass.

He didn't stop until he was coming, and he made sure the cameras recorded that, too. He pulled himself out and shot an arching stream of semen up onto her back.

"All through?" Ray asked sweetly.

He nodded, gasping. The girl remained on her knees, moaning. She, too, gasped, shivering.

"Good then," Ramona said, and she raised the girl's chin with one hand, holding the iron away from her, and slammed a fist into Linda's face. The girl grunted and rolled over onto her side.

Swiftly the two packed up their equipment. On the floor, near a supporting column of old wood and only a few feet from the unconscious Linda, lay the pile of clothing. As Simon started to the steps, Ramona tossed the soldering iron onto the discarded clothes taken from the two girls. Simon didn't even notice. At the top of the steps, Ramona closed and carefully locked the door.

"So much for the evidence and that big-titted bitch," she muttered, And aloud; "We've got forty minutes to catch the Marsliner!"

They left, running. Behind them the well-beaten Julie lay huddled on the floor, near the basement door. From under it, smoke seeped.