Chapter 9
When Sandy opened her eyes, she was alone in her own bed at the apartment. Her head was remarkably clear despite the extensive use she had made of marijuana the day before and her body felt warm and healthy except for a slight stiffness from having slept too long and a little soreness in her abdomen, as a result of the working-over the fat actor had given her with his over-sized penis on the previous day.
For a few minutes she felt no ambition whatsoever to move from where she was. She lay still, looking at the ceiling and marvelling at how profoundly her life had changed in the past few weeks. There was no room for doubt; she was now a different woman, a new Sandy, and there was not a way of returning to the bright-eyed, innocent college girl she had once been New England and her parents and Sunday school seemed to be things out of the far-distant past, events of a century ago, now ancient history.
She was naked between the crisp white sheets and she ran her hands experimentally over her body, amazed to find she was still in one piece after the battering she had undergone while her first, ever, smoker movie scene was being shot. Today, there were two more scenes to be played, if they were not to fall behind schedule and this would mean more perversions, more humiliations and perhaps more pain. She was astounded that the prospect no longer evoked the slightest repugnance in her mind. It was a totally new world.
Her breasts seemed sensitive and a little sore from the mauling they had received from the actor named Joe, but as she ran her hands over the smooth white mounds, her nipples reacted with their usual promptness and she felt them swelling hopefully between her fingers. Exploring further with her hands, she stroked her smooth flat stomach and finally her open thighs. She thought she detected a few soft bruises around the edge of her tender vagina but the merest touch of her fingers was sufficient to start the blood coursing into her tiny deflated clitoris and the soreness was quickly replaced by the familiar warm glowing sensation which she knew would quickly turn to raging lust.
The door opened softly and Bill's head appeared.
"Awake? I brought you some coffee." She favored him with a smile as he sat gently by the edge of the bed, resting the cup of steaming black coffee by the bed stand.
"How are you feeling?" he asked worriedly. "You had quite a day yesterday."
"I think I'm going to need something more substantial than black coffee for breakfast," she announced. "You don't expect me to go through all those bedroom gymnastics on an empty stomach, do you?" They laughed together at this brazen little speech and Bill pushed down the sheet and caressed her white dimpled breasts lovingly.
"Baby, you've come a long way, and no pun intended. Today is the last day of the rough stuff. If we can get through these two scenes, the rest of the movie will be outdoors shots, and fill-in material. We'll have it made. We saw the rushes last night and Chris said that they were really the best he's ever had. We're well on our way to having it made, baby, if you can hold yourself together for another day." He lit a cigarette and placed it to her lips.
"What are we going to do today?" she asked. "I thought we'd tried just about everything sex has to offer."
"If I tell you now," he answered after thinking for a moment, "you're liable to get up-tight and start worrying again. You're a quick pupil but there are a couple of things we've never done together and today you're going to learn them. Chris said you'd react better for the camera if I didn't give you too clear an idea of what was going to happen. He wants your reactions to be spontaneous."
"I'll do whatever you want," she told him fervently. "Now why don't you climb in here beside me and we can get warmed up?"
To her surprise, Bill shook his head and grinned.
"That's another thing Chris told me not to do. He wants you to save everything you've got in that hot little pussy of yours for the camera. Come on downstairs and Val will cook you a couple of eggs. You're going to need your strength."
The production men had been working all night to create this set and their labors had been successful. Sandy had never seen a wall-to-wall bed before and Roberts had spared no expense or pain to make this the most ideal setting for an orgy ever designed. Long red curtains hung on the walls framing reproductions of famous nude paintings by classical artists. The enormous sheet which covered the bed was silk and the room was strewn with pillows.
"We ought to create something like this for our living room," decided Allan aloud. "I wonder if Chris would give us the mattress after the film is shot."
"While you guys worry about interior decorating," Val announced, "I'll get our leading lady made up. Come on, Sandy."
The two girls walked to the dressing rooms and Sandy happily stripped to allow Jeff to administer the body make-up.
"Val, what do I have to wear today?" she asked. "The same costume as yesterday?"
"Today, honey, you wear the same costume you've been wearing all your life, namely, your skin. This scene is supposed to pick up immediately after the one we did yesterday. Joe had just left you and before you can continue your search for your hick boyfriend another man comes in. You have to take care of him this morning and then we do the big scene after lunch."
"The big scene?" echoed Sandy, a little nervous for the first time. "How big do these scenes get, exactly. That's one hell of a-big room."
"It sure is and we're going to fill it today. Now you stop asking questions. Chris wants this all to come as a surprise to you so your expressions will all be perfectly natural. Let's go and see how they're coming out there. Do you want a bathrobe?"
Sandy hesitated and then took the plunge.
"No, the air will help dry this make-up," she said with an attempt at sophistication. "Besides everyone here has seen just about everything I own. Let's go."
For the first scene of the morning, the cameras were still in position around the same bedroom which had been used yesterday. Bill smiled as he saw Sandy walking toward him completely naked.
"I see we're getting relaxed. Do you want a little pot?"
"Do you think I'm going to need it?" she asked.
"I think it might help," he answered, extracting a marijuana cigarette from his pocket and lighting it for her.
"Who is playing opposite me today?" Sandy inquired, taking a deep, needful drag on the joint and feeling it dull her senses slightly.
"Ken," Allan told her. "He's the little guy with the dark hair. You remember him."
"Oh yes," Sandy answered, a little disappointed as the marijuana smoke spiraled lightly to her head. When she had been first introduced to Ken, she recalled wondering why he had been included in the cast. He was a skinny little man, younger than most of the other actors, in fact barely out of his teens. He had a hook-nose and a dark swarthy complexion which suggested that he might be Turkish or Arab in origin. Sandy had been hoping for someone a trifle more romantic and appealing.
"All right, you lay on the bed, Sandy," Bill instructed her. "When I start the cameras, you're to sit up and rub your eyes as if you've been asleep. Just as you start to get out of bed, Ken will enter and the two of you can take it from there."
Sandy took one long last puff on the joint, her eyes glazing over slightly, and Sandy did as she had been directed. She then gave a good imitation of a girl waking up after a short nap.
She stretched and yawned, apparently unconcerned about her total nudity, and then put one foot on the floor preparing to don her nightgown, still lying where it had been thrown the day before.
As she moved, the door opened and the young boy, called Ken, came in.
Sinister-looking boy, she thought hazedly. I wish it could be someone else. But she reminded herself that an actress could not always choose the actors with whom she wished to work, and resigned herself to the fact that she was obligated to make love to this unpleasant individual.
"Well, hello lovely, you're new here, aren't you?" he asked, reciting his lines casually.
Sandy smiled back at him, thinking he behaved pretty much in front of the camera as he did in normal life.
"Not so new I can't handle you, little man," she responded, saying the first thing that came into her head. "Sure you're old enough? Does your mother know where you are?"
The boy smiled arrogantly and began unbuttoning his clothing.
"Well, aren't you a smart ass little chick! I'll have to teach you a little respect for elders." As he spoke his shirt and pants fell to the floor and he stepped naked up to the edge of the bed. Sandy hoped that the look of intense disappointment which must have flashed across her face would not show up on the film. Oh well, she told herself, at least this one won't hurt, even though he won't be much fun. Sandy's experience with men was still fairly limited, despite all that had happened in the last few days, but she had seen Bill, Allan, Don and Joe all naked and this young boy's penis seemed to be only about half as big as any of theirs.
Besides being physically small, his organ was totally unaroused and limp and Sandy felt a flash of resentment that he could see her naked and available, knowing that he was free to do anything he liked with her helpless nakedness and yet could still remain totally unexcited. She lay back on the bed, uncertain as to how he wished to proceed. Ken walked up beside her, holding his flaccid penis in his hand.
"Little, isn't it?" he grinned slyly.
"Well...." Sandy stammered, her inventiveness failing her for once.
"So you have to look close to see it. Come over here and give it a really close look!" Sandy obeyed and raised herself on her elbows and knees as the actor thrust his miniature cock in her face.
"Real close," he said evilly, still holding his penis in one hand and putting the other on Sandy's shoulder. As she ventured close to his groin, he rubbed the red, ridiculously small tip of his cock against her lips, smearing her lipstick with its head, and Sandy could see it grow just a little as the added sensual excitement of this lewd action aroused him slightly. Sandy raised her hands, deciding that she was expected to take him in her mouth, but Ken stepped back.
"Hold that position," he ordered, moving around behind her kneeling body. "Stay just the way you are." Climbing onto the bed, he approached her from behind and began rubbing his cock between the smooth white skin of the sides of her legs, tickling her tiny clitoris into life. God, she thought bitterly through her marijuana dimmed mind, he's going to get me all stirred up and then leave me that way. He'll never accomplish anything with that little thing.
Placing his hands on her slim firm thighs, the actor carefully forced her legs apart and then knelt back between her knees, his pelvis touching her round tender buttocks. He's going to do it to me dog-fashion, decided Sandy. Bill was fond of this position and she had learned to enjoy it herself.
Trying to excite him a little, she screwed her nakedly upraised buttocks sensuously but was puzzled by the fact that he retreated immediately. The next thing she knew, he had dropped down onto all fours and was wetly licking back between the smoothly ovaled cheeks with his face, his tongue occasionally flickering out to caress her readily open cunt. Then, raising his face a few inches he rounded his lips around her tiny puckered anus. She reacted immediately to this strangely new obscenity, trying to pull away from him but he held her fast with his hands around her futilely straining hips.
"Spread your ass wider," he commanded abruptly and Sandy obediently moved her legs further apart, feeling his fingers teasingly probing at her asshole.
"Oh God, what is he doing?" she moaned softly to herself, genuinely puzzled. Doesn't he even know where it is?
"Ooooooh," she cried out as one of the boy's fingertips suddenly popped smoothly into her anus. She tried to tighten it against the lewd intrusion, but the actor pushed forward insistently and she was surprised to find that the pain was not as bad as she would have expected. She glanced up hazily at the camera crew to see if she could gather any information from the expressions on their faces, but they all sat still, watching the obscene spectacle of her kneeling helplessly down on the bed with one of the young boy's middle fingers sunk halfway into her upraised rectum with intense interest and no one was making any signs, as they sometimes did when the director wanted to change the course of a scene.
Ken was working his finger around in her tiny, but slowly expanding back passage now, widening it and stretching the vainly resisting flesh further then she would have thought possible. She wiggled back against him, her drug-dazed mind telling her she should, finding the sensation uncomfortable but not really painful. It began to hurt when he wormed a second finger in beside the first and an involuntary squeal escaped her lips as she braced herself on the mattress. The lewdly grinning boy worked like a madman, pulling and pushing as he mercilessly stretched her tiny, unused anus wider and wider, and she buried her face in the covers, no longer able to bear the thought ath all the others in the room were watching her undergo this humiliating, degrading experiment. The longer he skewered her with his hand, however, the less uncomfortable the sensation became, until finally, in spite of her embarrassment, she found her hips rotating in time with his strokes and she realized she was well into the beginning stages of becoming wildly aroused again. She knew also what they expected of her now and gritting her teeth, vowed that she would give it to them.
"Do it there," she groaned, wondering if this was the right thing to say. "Put it in there. In my ass, quickly." She reached between her legs, balancing herself on one elbow and groped for his penis. When she found it, he seemed not much bigger than before and she reasoned that it would be no worse than a finger.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck my ass, please!"
"Put it in, you bitch!" he ordered cruelly. "If you want it, then stick it in there yourself."
Sandy stroked him, almost doubled over in her abnormal position, thankful he was no bigger than he was. Then she placed the tip of his penis against the tight hairless opening of her anus and she could feel the muscles in the arrogant boy's arms strain as he forced himself ahead, trying to achieve an entry into her body. She closed her eyes and groaned as the wide-stretched little muscles around her anus, exhausted by this useless resistance, suddenly yielded before his hardened penis and with a sudden pop gave way before it.
"Oooooooh!" she cried, feeling his diminutive cock worm its way salaciously up inside her. Then, as soon as he had penetrated her, a strange thing began to happen. His cock, which had been about the size of a king-size cigarette, began to grow. It suddenly occurred to Sandy that he was a man so fond of this kind of lovemaking that he only became really aroused after he had conquered the rectum of a woman.
"What's the matter, lovely?" he jeered heartlessly down at the curve of her back. "Don't tell me something big has come between us. A pity you can't see it now. But then, you can feel it can't you?"
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" she screamed in anguish as the relentlessly hardening cock stretched the thin delicate walls of her anus beyond the limits of the possible. Ken thrust himself forward ruthlessly, burying his ever-growing cock in her asshole until his balls slapped obscenely against her open cunt hairs below. Sandy's lips were drawn back over her teeth and her eyes were shut tight as overwhelming shudders of fear and revulsion ran tortuously through her body.
When he had penetrated as far as possible, Ken began to fuck into her earnestly, sawing rhythmatically back and forth in and out of the soft white body he had impaled so helplessly on his stiff fleshy rod, further inflaming her tortured anal passage.
Grunting in time with each thrust, Sandy found that the pain was gradually lessening and her smoothly rounded young buttocks began gyrating of their ownaccord. Trying to end this horrible business as soon as possible, she pushed back against him with all her remaining strength, and flexed the muscles of her rectum tighter, attempting to apply the maximum pressure on his cock in the hope of bringing him quickly to an orgasm. But her efforts to heighten his sensuality backfired and she only succeeded in exciting herself further. With a sudden shock she realized through her marijuana hazed mind that she was enjoying this unnatural depraved sodomy and she wanted him to go on and on and never stop. Her spirit broke, and with it her will to resist anything the arrogantly grinning boy wanted to do to her.
"Oh fuck it. fuck it...." she babbled obscenely as the actor pressed even harder, forcing the swollen head of his now-enormously expanded cock deep inside her rectum. With each stroke, Ken pulled out as far as he could to provide the camera with a glimpse of his full, pulsating length and then thrust forward with all his might, each time bringing renewed waves of pleasure to Sandy's body. His breath was coming hard now, since he was working furiously at his impalement of this innocent young beauty. His balls, heavy with sperm, swung menacingly between his straining legs.
Sandy cried out inchoherently as his hips pounded into and flattened her buttocks cheeks from behind, now desperately wanting to receive the final humiliation of having him cum up into her heretofore virginal rectum. In her tremendous wild excitement, she was no longer worried about being injured or split open entirely and she longed only for the sensation of his hot, fiery cum shooting endlessly into her open anus right before the eyes of all those watching. The murderous penis seemed to expand one last time and she knew he was ready. She ground back against him to increase the pressure as his body jerked convulsively, his hands rending her flesh mercilessly as his ecstasy approached.
"Oh cum, cum, cum, cum!!!" she shrieked jubilantly as she felt the round bulbous head of his cock erupt deep in her asshole and the hot white liquid streaming into her body. The sensation seemed to fill her entire being and she wailed senselessly as the wild waves of pleasure stormed through her. His cum filled her rectum and forced its way out past his slowly deflating cock and ran lewdly down the crevice of her crotch where it mingled obscenely with the orgasmic juices secreted by her unsatiated vagina.
Suddenly he released his iron grip on her hips and Sandy pitched forward on the bed, her face buried in the sheets. Another second and she would have cum herself. She was on the brink and it was unfair to stop now. She spun around and grabbed the actor's hand.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged. "Please fuck my cunt!"
"They've stopped the cameras," he replied icily. "The scene is over, hot pants!"
Spinning on his bare feet, he walked contemptuously off the set and Sandy felt a sudden coolness as Allan killed the lights and the day's first scene came to an end.