Chapter 8
Sandy, at breakfast, found she had very little appetite except for coffee. She had been in a constant state of nervous sexual tension ever since the shooting had begun yesterday morning and the uneasy fluttering sensation in her stomach still bothered her intensely. Both Bill and Allan had been aroused by the previous day's shooting, but both men had been dead tired after their long hours behind a camera and under the lights. Val had very nearly collapsed with exhaustion and soreness and had gone straight to bed. Sandy, behaving shamelessly, had virtually forced Bill to make love to her twice before allowing the poor man to drop off to sleep, leaving her still unsatisfied, staring at the ceiling and recalling in her mind the events of the day. Two things were very clear to her: she had become involved with a group of people who were more degenerate and depraved than she had ever believed possible: and she herself deep down inside was as bad. as any of them. It was hard for her to believe the obscene things she was doing and the powerful emotions she was feeling, but they were the facts and they had to be faced.
"Well, back to the salt mines," said Allan draining his coffee cup. "We're already ahead of schedule and if we can stay that way, or at least not fall behind, we can avoid going over our budget. The less we spend, the more we make. You have no idea what it costs to fill that studio with actors and camera crews. Salaries alone amount to close to ten grand a day, not to mention the other costs."
Allan took the wheel of the car and they started off towards Roberts' studio. Bill fumbled in the pocket of his sports coat and produced one of their home-made "special" cigarettes.
"Here Sandy," he said, lighting up the joint. "Have a puff."
"This early in the morning?" objected Sandy, but it occurred to her that a little marijuana might calm the raging lust in her body and she accepted the cigarette and dragged on it deeply. On her nearly empty stomach, she felt the drug's effects almost immediately. No one else seemed to want to smoke and she decided she could probably perform her duties as make-up girl even a trifle stoned, so she sank back into the cushions of the back seat and enjoyed getting high.
She was a little unsteady on her feet as they entered the studio but much calmer and happier. The cameras were loaded and a new set had been erected and was nearly ready for use. As the group walked over to greet Roberts, Sandy thought she could distinguish a worried expression on his face.
"What's up," asked Allan.
"I can't get ahold of Elias," responded the producer. "She should be here by now and she hasn't shown up."
"Maybe she got tied up in the traffic," offered Val, but Robert shook his head. "When she wasn't here by nine, I had my secretary call to see if her cold was better and no one answereed. That was almost an hour ago."
"Well, nothing to do but continue to set up and assume she's going to make it," proposed Bill.
"That's what I hate about this business," grumbled Roberts, still unsatisfied. "It costs a small fortune to get all those people together for a day's work. One goddamn actress decides not to show up and you have to pay everybody and send 'em home."
"Maybe if we...." began Bill, but he was interrupted by the phone ringing at Roberts' elbow.
"What? ... She's where? Oh, for Christ's sake!" he shouted and them slammed the receiver down angrily.
"Pneumonia!" he announced. "She's in the hospital. Only Elias could catch pneumonia in this weather. Gentlemen, what do we do now?"
"Can we find another actress?" asked Allan.
"Not in time to save today's shooting," the producer answered. "To do this role properly, we've got to have someone who outshines the other girls completely. She's got to be a genuine beauty, innocent-looking and have a sensational body. You don't come across that sort of girl everyday. Gents, we have just blown about ten grand. How does it feel?"
To Sandy, it felt terrible. She had been so keyed up and excited about the prospects of watching another day's shooting that the disappointment was crushing, not to mention the loss of their share of the money. She looked up to find Robert staring at her, a new look in his face.
"There's only one possibility," he announced, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Sandy, baby, you've got to do the role. You'd be perfect for the part, even better than Elias."
"No, no I couldn't...." she stammered. "I'd die of embarrassment and I've never done any acting in my life except for some student plays in college ... I don't know what to say...." She felt Bill's arms closing around her from behind.
"Sandy, do it! We need you Sandy. Don't let us down now!" he urged her.
Sandy felt as if her mind were being torn in two. Half of her wanted desperately to do what they asked of her, but two decades of strict moral training were screaming in the back of her head that she must not. On top of it all, the marijuana was preventing her from thinking very clearly about anything.
"Oh Bill," she pleaded, "if I did it, what would I have to do?"
"Listen, honey, Chris will explain everything. There's really nothing to it. Let Val help you with the make-up and as soon as you're finished, we'll give you your instructions."
In a daze, Sandy allowed herself to be led over to the dressing room. As she turned away from the men, she thought she detected a wink passing between her fiance and Roberts and the three men seemed to be sharing a knowing smile. But the drug still held her mind in a state of confusion and she could think of no reason why they might be behaving in this fashion.
"Here we are, honey," Val told her when they had found the empty dressing room."You get your clothes off and we'll put the make-up on."
Numbly, Sandy began stripping off the skirt and blouse she had worn that day. Val returned a moment later with a bottle of the body make-up. Behind her in the doorway appeared the make-up man.
"I hear we've got a real success story her!" he exclaimed. "From wardrobe mistress to leading lady in one quick day." Sandy quickly shielded her naked nipples with her hands but then realized that there was no particular reason to cover herself now. Before long, every member of the company would see all the most intimate details of her body.
Working as a team, Jeff and Val quickly covered Sandy with the nesessary make-up. The touch of their hands on her naked skin, Jeff's resting seemingly too long up between her thighs, rekindled the fire in her body and she noticed by the time that they had finished that her embarrassment was vanishing. When the make-up on her face was finished, Val helped her into her costume, a long flowing sheer black nightdress which was left open at the front. Then the three of them returned to the set where Bill and Robert had just finished preparing for the first scene of the day.
As Robert briefed her on her role, Bill handed her another marijuana cigarette. She accepted it eagerly, knowing that she could never do what she had to do without the assistance of the morality-destroying drug.
"You are Don's little country girlfriend," Robert explained, "and when you hear that he had been kidnapped by the girls in the whorehouse, you slip into the house disguised as a prostitute and try to find him. There'll be some preliminary outdoor shots which we intend to shoot later, but your first scene today takes place when you have to pretend to be a prostitute in order to avoid being discovered. Now, you'll step into the bedroom there and Joe will come in behind you and grab you. Just play it naturally from there. You know the basic situation and if something comes into your lead, just say it. Remember, you're a lively country girl and you've been around but never gone through anything quite like this."
Sandy stood just outside the door to the elaborately designed bedroom and waited for Bill's signal to begin.
"Let's see your breasts, Sandy," called Chris. "Open your gown."
The excitement gathered in Sandy's throat, the drug giving her greater courage, as she rearranged the folds of her nightgown to hang naturally open, revealing the darkened tips of her swollen nipples and her quivering tummy and loins. As the cameras began to roll, she started her interpretation of the part, pretending to be frightened and nervous and looking anxiously up and down the corridor before slipping into the empty bedroom. As soon as she moved, Joe, a tall fat actor with red hair and an enormous stomach, stepped lithely around the corner, moving with the cat-like grace some big men naturally possess.
After imitating Sandy's gesture of glancing up and down the corridor, he opened the door, followed her into the room and seized her from behind. At first she started with fright, but then, vaguely remembering that she was supposed to be portraying a girl who was imitating a prostitute, she flashed him a friendly smile and let him slide the nightgown off her shoulders and drop it on the floor. So much for the costume she thought stupidly through her marijuana haze. She had worn it all of thirty seconds and now she was totally naked.
The fat man had no trouble in spreading her out silently on the bed, taking her ankles in his hands and moving her legs apart. As if in sacrifice, her defenseless young pussy was exposed to his lusts and the inspection of everyone in the room. He wasted no time with preliminaries, stripping himself naked with a few quick blunt movements. Then he approached her, holding his immense fat cock in both hands stroking it as he prepared for an assault on her helpless vagina. Sandy could not tear her eyes away from the bulging instrument he was about to thrust into her and she lay perfectly still, half wanting to be a thousand miles away from here and yet, marijuana induced passion, wanting him to hurry forward and do it to her.
Joe bent suddenly, kneeling between her legs and began a torturous exploration of her body with his tongue, slowly descending from the whiteness of her quivering stomach to the darker triangle of pussy hair. Spreading the pink lips of her trembling moist vagina with his pudgy fingers, he lowered his head and sucked her tiny budding clitoris wetly into his hotly slavering mouth.
As Sandy's body twitched and writhed on the bed, the fat man suddenly burrowed up inside her tense fluttering cunt with his wetly coiling tongue. The lightning-like sensation raced up her spine to the back of her neck and she cried out involuntarily.
"Aaaaaagh!" Her pelvis jerked wildly and nothing mattered except the magic feelings roaring through her lust-tormented body. Joe raised his head and crawled over her, running his tongue up and over her sensuously tender breasts while Sandy rotated her hips desperately, hungrily, trying in her drug-induced passion to raise her body high enough to bring her open hungry cunt into contact with the man's enormously hardened rod.
The cameras ground steadily away as this depraved scene progressed and there was an audible gasp from the camera crews and technicians alike as Joe forced the sperm-filled tip of his cock into the tiny throbbing lips of her hair-covered cunt, stretching the rubbery lips of her vagina further than they had ever been stretched before.
Sandy lashed her head back and forth on the pillow, groaning with a wild combination of pain and passion.
"Aaaaaaggggg."
Her nails cruelly marked the fat man's mountainous shoulders as he pushed a quarter of the way into her tortured cunt. Oh God, it's too big, she groaned to herself. Two months ago I was a virgin. I'm not ready for this yet.
Grinning lecherously and well aware that he was hurting her terribly, Joe grunted as he sunk his shaft another two inches into her slowly stretching young pussy. Blinking her eyelids to clear away the tears, Sandy saw her friends, Allan and Val, and her boyfriend Bill, watching her anxiously from behind the bright lights. She must not let them down, her drug-hazed thoughts screamed. They were all depending on her. She could not fail them now, even if this human battering ram split her completely in two.
With a snarl, Joe thrust himself completely into her body, burying his long murderous shaft deep up inside her softly resisting vaginal passage. Sandy's body convulsed helplessly as the fat man conquered her last resistence. His cock seemed to fill every corner of her body and she could feel that he had penetrated all the way up to the bottom of her stomach, cruelly stretching her tightly clenched vaginal walls.
As he began a gentle rocking motion, withdrawing halfway from her trembling cunt and then sliding quickly forward again, she was surprised to find that the pain did not increase but lessened with every powerful stroke.
Her mind still fogged by the powerful marijuana, Sandy noticed that her hips, apparently acting of their own accord, had begun a rhythmic movement which responded and fucked back to the push and pull of the man's massive body and strange words were coming uncontrollably from her open mouth.
"That's right. That's good. Do it." she cried dazedly in a sing-song voice. "Fuck me harder. Don't stop. Fuck faster. Faster." she screamed, her conscious mind having forgotten completely now that she was supposed to be an actress doing a movie. Her arms and legs seemed possessed of a life of their own and she thrashed back and forth helplessly in the bed, tiny rivulets of sweat forming on the smoothly working skin of her body and mixing lewdly with the rising vaginal juices seeping wetly between her hungrily clenching thighs. Her spine was tingling and an enormous heat seemed to be filling her stomach.
Her orgasm came on fast, hitting her suddenly and unexpectedly, giving her no time to prepare herself. A storm of unbelievable ecstasy swept up through her drug-aroused body and her arms and legs flew out of control, lashing helplessly on. the bed. The entire room seemed to fade in and out of existence several times as the climax convulsed her entire body, going on and on and on. Finally, when it diminished, she lay limp and panting on the bed, incapable of further movement.
But the fat man was not yet ready to empty his load of hot white cum into her satiated belly. Slowly, he withdrew his hard muscular cock from her vagina and sat up on the foot of the bed with legs crossed under him, looking like a fat naked Buddha with an unusually large erection.
Reaching forward, he took her shoulders with his hands and drew her head between her knees. She understood immediately what he wanted of her. It was the first time she had clearly seen the hardened pole of flesh which had recently caused such havoc in her vagina and she was startled at the size of it and was a little sickened at the idea of her mouth being used as a lust-object here in the midst of a room full of people. But before an objection could form in her mind, she felt Joe's hands on the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her long blonde hair and urging her forward. The next sensation she experienced was an inciting masculine taste which emanated from the giant tip of his cock. It rested comfortably on her tongue and she instinctively closed her widely ovaled lips around it, using her hands to apply further pressure on the part of him which would not fit inside her mouth.
Her drugged, dazed mind working sluggishly under the influence of marijuana, Sandy wondered what this scene looked like to the others. Could the camera clearly view the thick pole of his cock boring between her moistly salivating lips? Were the microphones picking up her groans of humiliation and passion as the man's monstrous penis fucked mercilessly up into her straining mouth? All Sandy could see was the actor's massive stomach and two tufts of curly black pubic hair sprouting on either side of his lewdly pulsating member. Beneath, outside of her field of vision, she could feel his sperm-filled balls slapping rhythmically up against her chin as he fucked frantically up into her mouth, using it as he had the lips of her now wide-stretched pussy moments before.
She suddenly became aware that the man was moving faster and more insistently, straining to push himself as far up into her throat as he could. She responded by increasing the pressure as much as she could, sucking for dear life, trying desperately to draw the thick milky semen out of him and end it all. Sandy knew that the actor was nearing his orgasm and apparently Bill realized it as well, since the camera had gradually approached until it was only a few feet away. She worked and sucked and licked wildly on him, wanting now the ultimate sexual humiliation of having him empty his burgeoning testicles into her hungry mouth. God, there was nothing else left.
Then Joe groaned above her bobbing head and gripped her ears tightly between his hands as his orgasmic spasm began. His cock began to jerk spasmodically like a piston in a motor and Sandy groaned and purred with joy as the heated jets of sperm struck the back of her throat, spraying hotly against her hungrily working tonsils, swallowing the white sticky fluid greedily, like a starving young calf, as it gushed angrily out of his body. Then, after a seeming eternity, she nearly wept with disappointment as she felt his cock slowly deflating between her lips, the last few feeble spurts of semen emptying between her still eagerly accepting lips.
As he slipped out of her mouth completely, a soft wet plopping noise filled the room and she groaned piteously and pitched forward exhausted on the bed. She dimly remembered Val covering her with a blanket and then there was nothing but the lingering taste of expended male semen surrounding her sperm-covered lips.