Chapter 7
When the film was completed, producer Avery Craven announced a cast party. He had planned a lavish party, to be held at his sumptuous Beverly Hills mansion. Everyone in the cast was invited, and some other well-known stars were expected to drop in.
Sharon was thrilled at the thought of attending the party. She had heard all about Craven's great parties. They were the talk of tinsel town.
Moreover, she had done an excellent job in the movie. Many people had complimented her fine performance. Harry Steinburg had told her that she was a "super actress, an up-and-coming Hollywood star." Avery Craven had said that she was "a damned good little actress." Even that snooty bitch, Miss Lola Fontaine, had grudgingly admitted that Sharon was not too bad "for a beginner." But, most important, Brian White had said that she would some day be a "great super star, rich and successful and known throughout the world."
"Some day," he had said, "some day you will win an Academy Award."
Sharon loved Brian White. They had often fucked in his dressing room during the shooting of the film. And, although he could be brutal at times, he nevertheless always told her that he loved her. He made her feel loved. She was fulfilled in every way when she was in his arms. And she admired him so much. Brian White was indeed a great stunt man. What was more, she loved his mammoth prick.
Sharon hoped that Brian would show up at Avery Craven's party. But, she thought, he would probably be unable to make it. She knew that he was shooting a film at Universe Studio. It was a western film, and his job was to ride a wild horse and take a fall off of the balcony of an old-time saloon. She hoped that he would not get hurt.
She dressed in a beautiful red silk gown and fixed her hair in preparation for the party. The gown cost a small fortune. But she had made good money doing the film, and she simply had to look stunning at the party. Miss Lola Fontaine would be there in all of her glory. Sharon was determined to look sexier than the superstar bitch. She wanted desperately to steal the show from that nasty bitch. She hated Miss Fontaine so much.
Producer Avery Craven sent a Century Studio limousine to pick Sharon up at her home. As the driver opened the car door for her, he smiled, shook his head and said, "My, my, Miss Stingly. You look absolutely beautiful. You really are a knock-out, lady," he gushed.
"Why, thank you," Sharon replied.
Before long, the big limousine drove through huge gates and up a long, circular driveway.
A spiffy-looking butler opened the front door to Craven's huge house. He took her coat. She stepped into the living room and gaped at the lovely furniture and paintings by Picasso and Dali. A huge lithograph by Andy Warhol covered one wall. And the living room was gigantic. A beautiful Stein way piano stood in one corner. About thirty people stood around, drinking and smoking and talking show business. She recognized many of the faces that she saw-Farrah Fawcett-Majors and her husband Lee, Bar bra Streisand, Zero Mostel, Debbie Boone, Robert Redford, Jean Stapleton, Jane Fonda and Tom Hayden. My heavens, she thought. How can I be so lucky? Here I am with all of the beautiful people of Hollywood.
"Well, hello, Sharon," said Harry Steinburg as he stepped toward her. "My, but you do look lovely tonight, darling. What a beautiful dress. You are absolutely stunning, sweetheart."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Steinburg," she replied.
"My, my, but you are a stunning creature," Steinburg continued. "I've been wanting to speak with you. Mr. Craven and I are very impressed with your acting, dear. I really think you have what it takes to be a great star. In fact, we've been talking about having you star in our next film."
"D-do you really mean it?" Sharon said enthusiastically. "You really want me to star in your next film? Me? You want me to play the leading role?"
"Yes, my dear. I think the public is ready for a new face. And you are such a sexy young thing. I'm certain that you will be well-received. You'll be a great success, I'm sure. And Mr. Craven agrees wholeheartedly. What do you say? Would you like to star in the next major production?"
"Good god, yes!" Sharon quickly replied. "I just can't believe that this is happening to me, Mr. Steinburg. This is the most wonderful moment of my life!"
Sharon was so excited. It was actually happening to her. She was on her way to fame and fortune. Both Craven and Steinburg were fantastic men. They were so nice and kind, she thought.
Steinburg smiled broadly. "Come with me, Miss Stingly," he said. "Mr. Craven and I would like to discuss your next picture. We were thinking of contracting Robert Redford to play opposite you. Or perhaps John Travolta. But that will be your decision. We'll get whoever you want. After all, you are the star."
Sharon was overwhelmed. Imagine, starring in a film with Robert Redford . . . or John Travolta! She was speechless.
Dazed and confused, she followed Harry Steinburg, one of Hollywood's greatest directors. He led her upstairs to the master bedroom. Avery Craven was nowhere in sight.
"Mr. Craven is in the bathroom, dear," said Steinburg. "He has a present to give you. A surprise. Now sit down and close your eyes, and get ready for a big surprise."
Sharon obeyed. She sat down in a big leather chair and closed her eyes.
"Okay, sweetheart, now you can open your eyes."
Crack! The whip stung her shoulders. She winced in pain. She could hardly believe her eyes. Here she was in Avery Craven's bedroom. She had expected a pleasant surprise. She certainly did not expect this kind of abuse. But then, thinking back on how both Steinburg and Craven had treated her in the past, she realized that this sordid scene was really not so unusual. Still, the whip hurt like hell.
"Nooooooo!" she screamed in agony. "Don't do this to me! I can't take much more of this kind of treatment! Please, stop! I feel like I'm going crazy!"
"Fuck you, bitch," said Steinburg as he whipped her across the back and shoulders. The whip tore her beautiful new gown to shreds. "You think that you are really hot shit, just because you had a bit part in my film. Well, let me tell you something, bitch. You are a fucking slut. You're no different from any other bitch in the movie business. You'd sell your fucking soul for a part in a movie. Admit it, bitch! You are a fucking slut! Admit it!" he shouted.
"Nooooo. I-I'm not a slut," she whimpered.
Crack! The whip fell sharper and faster upon her tender body. She writhed under the blows. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Admit it!" Steinburg yelled. "Admit that you are a slut! A fucking slut! I'm not going to stop beating you until you admit. the truth about yourself!"
Crack! He was beating her harder now.
"Okay," she cried. "I admit it. You win. I admit it. Just please, stop beating me. Please," she pleaded.
"You admit what?" Steinburg demanded.
"That I'm a slut!" she replied. She was exasperated. There seemed to be nothing that she could do to please this wild man. And the whip was really hurting. Her gown was ripped to shreds.
"You are a fucking slut! A fucking slut. Not just a slut, but a fucking slut. Now say it!" he demanded.
"I'm a fucking slut," she shouted. "I'm a fucking slut," she repeated. Then, she added. "And I want to suck your cock, Mr. Steinburg. Please, allow me to suck your big prick. I'm begging you. Please, let me suck your lovely cock!" she exhorted.
She could hardly believe her own words. Here she was being whipped by the evil, brutal Harry
Steinburg, the famous Hollywood director. And yet, she was actually begging him to let her suck his prick. She was so confused. She felt as though she were going crazy.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, let me suck your lovely, hard prick."
"Well, now," Steinburg replied. He smiled broadly and a satisfied look came over his face. His big eyes leered at her exposed tits. "Well, now, my little bitch. Since you asked me so nicely, I think I'll allow you the privilege of sucking my prick."
He quickly pulled down his pants and his prick grew before Sharon's eyes. Within seconds, he had an enormous cock-stand. A big, thick hard-on which was not to be believed.
"Thank you," Sharon said as she crawled toward him. She could not take her eyes off of his hard cock. She took his prick in her hands and led his prick toward her mouth. He lunged forward brutally and rammed his cock into her hot mouth.
"Y-you're quite welcome, my little cunt," he said as his prick rammed deep into her throat. "Now, don't just suck my cock like a fucking whore. Lick it, first, to get me warmed up," he instructed as he grabbed a thick swath of her long brown hair in his clammy hands. He pushed her head back brutally, and his hard cock slipped from between her lips and stuck up obscenely, pointing at the ceiling of the bedroom.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Steinburg," said Sharon.
He abruptly turned on his heels and stretched out on top of the big bed.
Sharon quickly followed Steinburg to the bed. As she removed her torn gown and her bra and panties, she felt a surge of lust pulse through her tight cunt. She was wet. Hot! Wild, wet and wanton! And willing. She did not like Steinburg, but, at this point, that did not matter. All that she cared about were her pent-up sexual needs. Her hot cunt simply must be soothed, she thought as she slid onto the bed and moved her head down to his cock.
"Come on, bitch!" Steinburg rasped. "Get down on my prick. But, mind you, I want my cock sucked tenderly, with feeling. I've directed you in a lot of scenes. Now I'm going to direct you in this scene. And, if you play your part well, I'll see to it that you really do star in my next film."
"Oh, Mr. Steinburg," Sharon enthused. "Thank you so much. I'll do my best. You are a great director. You've taught me everything I know. I'll follow your instructions."
"All right, then, Miss Stingly. Go to it," he said enthusiastically. "Lick my cock. I'm horny as a rooster right now, so go to it. Lick my hard prick." He moaned and said, "Lick my prick all over. Put your long hot tongue on my cock and give it a good licking."
"Will do," Sharon replied with a big grin. She was hot and horny too. Her tight cunt ached with desire. She was dying to be fucked, but, for the time being, she would be more than happy to lick the famous director's prick.
She bent her head and went at her task with great enthusiasm. She stuck out her long, wet tongue and lapped tenderly at the bulbous knob of his big prick. She gingerly licked his piss-slit. Then, she lashed the entire length of his rock-hard prick with her tongue. She tickled the sensitive spot just beneath his cock-tip.
Her cunt ached with lustful passion. Her clit began to throb. Her tongue lapped obscenely at the underside of his cock-knob. He was getting hotter and hotter.
"Yeah, baby. That's the way to do it. Lick my cock. Lick all of my cock, my little Hollywood bitch. And when I'm ready, I want you to place those pretty lips of yours around my cock and give me the best blowjob in the world."
Sharon licked and lapped furiously. As she lapped his giant cock-stand, she felt her cunt fill to the brim with pussy-nectar. She was getting hotter and wetter by the second.
"Yeah, now you've got it, sweetheart. Lick my cock like you are hungry for it. Lick my big prick like you haven't eaten in days. Like you are so hungry for my cock that you just can't get enough of it."
Steinburg's raging hard-on pulsed and twitched out of control. Sharon stared closely at his hard prick as she licked. She could see the blue veins on his prick filling with hot blood. His prick seemed to grow in length and thickness every time that she ran her tongue up his cock, from the base of his prick-shaft to the very tip of his cock-knob.
As she licked his mammoth cock, she got turned on in a big way. Her cunt itched and ached. Her clit twitched in anxious anticipation. She wanted to take his prick into her hot, wet mouth. All that she could think of was the overwhelming desire to suck his prick until he shot a thick, salty wad of jism into her mouth. She thought of how exciting it would be to swallow his cum. She felt like a first class cunt. A whore. But she no longer cared. She licked his cock and waited for him to command her to suck his prick.
She did not have to wait long.
"Lick my balls for a few seconds, then suck my cock," he commanded.
She instantly obeyed. Her tongue traveled from his prick-tip, down the length of his cock-shaft, and came to rest upon his heavy balls. Gingerly, she licked his nuts. She tasted some salty sweat on his balls. But she did not care. She did not mind sucking his sweaty, hairy ball-sac. In fact, it turned her on in a big way.
"Unnnngggghhhhh," he grunted. "That's real nice, bitch. Now you can have your reward. Suck my cock. Suck my hard prick, you horny Hollywood whore. Suck my prick!"
That was the command she had been waiting to hear. She wasted no time. In a flash, she took his prick deep into her cavernous mouth. She was really hot. Her cunt was filled with wild sensations. Her clit throbbed.
She went about the task of sucking his prick with great enthusiasm. In the back of her mind, she knew that she was being forced to suck Steinburg's cock in return for a starring role in Century Studio's next film. But, right now, that did not really matter.
What truly concerned her was the need to soothe her aching cunt. Her pussy really needed to be fucked. Fucked hard. She knew that her cunt was oozing pussy-juice.
Almost automatically, her hand slipped between her legs and her fingers came to rest on her cunt. While she continued to suck Steinburg's pulsing prick, she slipped her middle finger into her hot pussy. Her cunt was soaking wet with pussy-juice.
"Aaaggghhhhh! Mmmmmmppphhhh!" Steinburg grunted loudly as she sucked his prick. "You really are one fucking hell of a cock-sucker, bitch," he hissed. "Just keep on sucking my cock. Fuck, but you are a great little cunt. You suck my hard prick like a fucking professional, like a goddamned whore. Unnnggghhhh!"
Sharon finger-fucked herself furiously. She was lost in a haze of confused emotions. It seemed as though she had died and gone to heaven.
Her fingers began to manipulate her clit. Gripping her clit-nubbin between her thumb and index finger, she pulled her clit out, extending her clit out and away from her pink pussy-lips. She stretched her clit as far as it could go, then she released her grip suddenly and her clit snapped back inside of her cuntal sheath.
A thick finger suddenly rammed brutally into her tight, puckered asshole and she gasped in pain and fear. She tried to pull her mouth off of Steinburg's hard cock, but he instantly grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down forcefully and pumped his cock deeper into her throat. She had no choice but to keep sucking his mammoth prick.
"You sure are a hot little cunt," said Avery Craven. It was Craven who was lingering her tight asshole! She was stunned. Then she remembered that she was sucking Steinburg's hard cock in producer Avery Craven's bed. She remembered that she was in Avery Craven's luxurious home. Then, it occurred to her that she had come here to attend a party, a party held for the cast members of Century Studio's latest film. The film that she had acted in. Her first film.
"Yeah, you little Hollywood bitch," Craven spoke. "You're going to love this, sweet-cunt." With that, he buried his thick, long finger deep into her asshole.
Sharon gasped as Craven's fingers probed her tight ass-channel. His finger sliced in her asshole and he raped her tiny, puckered asshole with his finger. She gasped and winced in pain. Meanwhile, she kept sucking Steinburg's hard prick. Her mind was filled with confusing and conflicting emotions. This entire sordid scene was absurd, she thought. She was being wholly degraded by Steinburg and Craven. But, she liked it.
She loved it! It was all so exciting, she thought. Being ass-raped by Craven's finger, and being face-fucked by Steinburg was truly bizarre and kinky. But, she had to admit, she loved it.
"I'm about ready to shoot my load into your little mouth, bitch," said Steinburg. His prick was rock-hard and pulsing inside of her mouth. The tip of his cock hammered against her throat. She was practically choking. Steinburg's prick was deep in her throat. So deep that she had to gasp for air. f
Suddenly, a thick wad of jism spewed into her sucking mouth.
"Aaaggghhhh!" Steinburg gasped. "Oh, yeah, you little bitch! Get it! Drink all of my cum down, you fucking whore. You fucking cocksucker! Aaahhhhh," he moaned as his thick cum filled her mouth.
She swallowed his jism and milked his prick-tip until his balls were emptied of cum. His cock went limp in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Avery Craven pulled his finger out of her asshole and spread her legs wide.
"Wha-what are you going to do to me?" she asked fearfully.
"I'm going to fuck your sweet, little asshole, my dear," Craven replied in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. He spoke calmly and coolly, but menacingly.
"Please, don't do that," she begged. "I don't think that I can take much more."
"Tough shit," rasped Craven as he thrust his hips forward and rammed his hard prick deep into her asshole.
"Aaaahhh! Good god, it hurts so much. My little asshole can't take your big prick, Mr. Craven. Please, don't do this to me. Please, don't fuck me in the ass. I beg of you." Her words of consternation and her pleas for mercy were wasted upon the brutal Hollywood producer.
He grunted obscenely as he ass-fucked Sharon Stingly. His hard cock felt like a lead pipe as it pumped furiously in and out of her tight and tender ass-channel.
All that she could do was loosen her ass-muscles and endure the pain, and hope that the ass-fucking would be over soon.
"Unnggghhh, unnggghhh, unnggghhh," he grunted as he ground his hips violently in a brutal attempt to cum in her tight nether-hole.
She sobbed softly and endured the pain as best she could. His cock was buried deeply in her asshole. There was not a thing that she could do about it. Moreover, she was scared to death that he would hurt her asshole. She was afraid that his prick would split her in two.
"Yeah, bitch!" he hissed. "You love it, don' you? You just love having good old Ave Craven's prick reaming out your tight and jui asshole."
"Y-yes . . . yes, I-I do love it, Mr. C-Craven,' she stammered. "I do love it when you fuck m asshole. I-I never thought that I would actually lik being butt-fucked, b-but I guess I do."
She did love to be butt-fucked. It was hard believe, but it was true.
"Unnnggghhhh! Aaaagggghhhhh! Yeah, bitch Take it all! Take all of my big prick in yo asshole! I love it! I'm going to cum Aaaggghhhhh!" he screamed loudly as a thick w of jism shot up her asshole.
Sharon whimpered. She jerked her hips an pushed her ass-cheeks hard to meet his fin thrusts. Her body went rigid. She shuddered an felt a combination of pain, fear, pleasure, passion lust, frustration and anger as Craven's his splashed against the walls of her tight ass-channel
Avery Craven quickly pulled his prick out of h ravished asshole. The famous producer relaxed the foot of the bed. Harry Steinburg was half asleep at the top of the bed. Sharon sighed deeply and tried to relax. She was exhausted. Her cunt ached for sexual release, but she was too tired to d anything about it. Both Steinburg and Craven were spent. Their cocks were limp and flaccid. They could not fuck her to an orgasm. She momentarily thought of finger-fucking herself to a thrilling climax. But she was simply too tired to finger her clit. Every muscle in her body ached.
When she had almost drifted off into sleep, she heard the bedroom door open. Then she heard the door being closed. She was too weak and too tired to be concerned. Perhaps, she thought, Avery Craven had picked himself up and left the room.
It never occurred to Sharon that someone had entered.
"Okay, you little cunt! Now that these two studs have had their way with you, it is my turn! You think you're going to be a big star like me, don't you, bitch? Well, you'd just better think twice. Because nobody, but nobody, uses me and my films to get to the top! Nobody uses the great Miss Lola Fontaine!"
Sharon abruptly turned and stared into the glaring eyes of Miss Lola Fontaine. For a brief moment their eyes met. Miss Fontaine gave Sharon the most hateful look that Sharon had ever seen in her life. Her voice dripped with hate and cruelty. And sadism! Sharon was frightened out of her mind. Her body shook with fear. The famous blonde beauty looked vicious, evil and extremely dangerous. Miss Lola Fontaine's eyes seemed to stare right through Sharon, as though the voluptuous superstar could look directly into Sharon's mind and soul.
Miss Fontaine strolled toward the bed. She grabbed Sharon by her long brunette tresses and dragged her out of the bed and onto the floor.
Sharon was too frightened to put up a struggle. Moreover, she was very weak and tired from sucking Harry Steinburg's cock and being ass-fucked by Avery Craven.
"You are nothing but a fucking loser, bitch," Miss Fontaine hissed. "Get under my feet where you belong!" she shouted as she kicked Sharon in the stomach and pushed her down on the floor. Sharon sprawled out on her back.
The wicked Hollywood superstar stood over Sharon and spat in the woman's face. Then she placed the pointed heel of her shoe on Sharon's exposed tit. She cruelly ground her heel into the woman's tender nipple, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Please, don't hurt me," Sharon pleaded. "Please, I beg of you. My nipple! It hurts so much! Please stop!" she wailed. She looked up at the voluptuous blonde bitch and a tremor of fear shook her body.
"Shut up, you little slut," Miss Fontaine rasped as she dug her high heel into Sharon's tender nipple. "You are never to speak to me unless spoken to. Do you understand?" The evil Miss Fontaine punctuated her remark by cruelly jabbing the pointed tip of her shoe into Sharon's exposed tit-flesh.
Sharon felt powerless as she lay on the floor, naked, weak and frightened. In a timid voice, she replied, "Yes, Miss Fontaine. I understand." Tears streamed down Sharon's face.
Miss Fontaine relished the power that she held over the helpless young woman. She stepped over Sharon, spun on her heels, and squatted over the wretched woman's face.
Sharon lay shaking and trembling. She cried as she watched the wicked Miss Fontaine pull her diamond-studded gown up over her knees. Sharon was shocked to see that Miss Fontaine wore no panties. What will this sadistic bitch do to me next? she wondered fearfully. She knew that, whatever Miss Fontaine demanded of her, she had no choice but to obey. Perhaps the evil Hollywood superstar would force her to suck her cunt as she had been made to do on the very first day they had met. The thought was repulsive! But, Sharon figured, she had sucked Miss Fontaine's pussy before, and she would do it again if necessary. But she would always keep in mind that some day she would get revenge.
The cruel, heartless blonde bitch squatted directly over Sharon's face and brutally grabbed hold of Sharon's tits. She pinched Sharon's tender nipples, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Shut up!" Miss Fontaine shouted. "I don't want to hear another word from you until you service me!"
Sharon steeled her nerves, bit her lip to keep from crying out loud, and prepared to suck Miss Fontaine's cunt. She shuddered as the beautiful blonde bitch pressed her tight, creamy ass-cheeks into Sharon's face. She wondered how it would be possible to suck the woman's cunt from this awkward position. Miss Fontaine's ass was only inches from her mouth. And Sharon was staring right at the heartless woman's tight, puckered asshole. It was then that the truth dawned on her. Oh, my god, no! she thought as the cruel woman hissed her command.
"Lick my lovely asshole, slave!" With that, the evil Hollywood superstar sat on Sharon's mouth. "Rim me, bitch! Ream out my asshole with your tongue!"
Sharon had no choice but to obey. She was helpless. She was forced to submit to the obscene desires of this lewd woman. Her tongue flicked out and licked Miss Fontaine's asshole.
Within seconds, Miss Fontaine was moaning in debauched sexual ecstasy. She writhed in delight as Sharon's tongue reamed out her nether-hole.
"Ohhhhhhh! Yesssssss!" Miss Fontaine gasped. The wicked woman shuddered and came. Her orgasm hit her hard. After cumming, she instantly relaxed her ass-muscles.
Sharon felt like two cents waiting for change. She felt used and abused. She had been forced into the depths of depravity. She had been forced to lick the asshole of the woman who she hated more than anyone in the entire world. She wept. How could she ever face the world again? she wondered.
"Now it's time for your after-dinner drink, my lovely," Miss Fontaine hissed cruelly. And the wicked bitch pissed all over Sharon's mouth and nose and eyes.
At first, Sharon could not believe that this was happening to her. She was living a nightmare! She could no longer bear all of this pain and suffering and degradation. She passed out.
In her dreams, she thought that she could hear three voices. She recognized the voices-they were the voices of Harry Steinburg, Avery Craven and Miss Lola Fontaine. She could hear them laughing loudly and making lewd comments about her. Ever so faintly, she heard the sound of a door closing. Then she fell into a deep sleep.
As she slept, her lips mouthed a single word over and over again. That word was "Revenge!"