Chapter 2
Sharon Stingly was rudely awakened an hour after she and director Harry Steinburg had finished fucking. The tape which had bound her tapes had been removed and she was being dragged by the heels. Her taut naked ass-cheeks slid roughly along the wooden floor. She was dragged into a small room, hoisted onto a hard, four-poster bed. Harry Steinburg tied her wrists tightly to the two top posters with thick rope. She was bound face-down. "What are you doing to me, Mr. Steinburg?" she cried.
"Why, you weren't so foolish to think that I had finished with you, were you, my sweet? Surely you jest. Ha! Ha!"
"B-but, I sucked your cock and you fucked me. What more could you possibly want?"
"Darling, I thought you'd never ask," the director quipped, and laughed again. He looked straight into her almond-shaped brown eyes, shook his head as if in disbelief and said, "Sweetheart, this little evening of pleasure is not yet complete."
Sharon wanted to scream. She had done everything he had asked her to do. She had sucked his cock. She had fucked him. Moreover, he had whipped her and slapped her around. He had degraded and humiliated her. He had even tied her up with tape and called her his slave. Harry Steinburg was a maniac, she concluded. She simply could not believe that he had dragged her to another room and tied her arms outstretched to the posts of a bed. This was unthinkable!
"Well, my cute little cunt. It is so nice to see you again," said a familiar voice from the back of the room. She was bound in such a manner that she could not look in the direction of the voice. But she recognized the voice. She had heard it before, but she could not quite place it. It was a man's voice, a familiar man's voice. And she did not like the sound of it.
"Who was that?" she implored Harry Steinburg, who still stood above her with an evil grin.
"Oh, that's your friendly neighborhood Hollywood producer, the famous-or should I say infamous-Mr. Avery Craven."
"Hello, dear little sweet-puss," greeted the producer. Then he slapped her hard on her ass-cheeks.
"Ouch! Ouch" she yelped and screwed her face up in pain. "My God, what are you doing here?"
"Well, my good friend Harry Steinburg invited me over this evening. I suppose good old Harry figured I might like to join in the fun. And, well, I remember how well you sucked my cock the other day. So I decided I might as well drop by and see how you two are getting along," said Avery Craven.
Mr. Craven busied himself by tying Sharon's ankles to the lower bed posts, so that she was totally bound and at their mercy. Her legs were spread-eagled and her arms splayed apart and bound as well. She could hardly move a muscle, but she writhed in her bonds, shaking her hips from side to side in a frantic effort to escape.
Finally, she gave up in despair. She was simply bound too tightly to get free. She would have to let the evil movie moguls have their way with her. Once she accepted her fate, she quickly resigned herself to it. They would both fuck her, she figured. She could stand that. The most important thing to her was that she still got that movie part. After enduring all of this degradation, it was absolutely imperative that she get a part in their next movie. Then she would make it big, and she would never have anything to do with either producer, Avery Craven, or director, Harry Steinburg, again.
"Well," she said wearily. "Go ahead and fuck me. Go ahead and get it over with. But remember, you promised me that I could be in your next film. You promised."
"Yes, dear. We promised," said the handsome director. "And we fully intend to keep our promise-if you continue to please us on this lovely evening. You see, this is your audition. Now, if it ever gets to be too much for you to handle, just say so, and we'll end the audition, and you can go home. Of course, that would mean that you had failed the audition, and you would not get the part. But, if you make it through the night, then Mr. Craven and I will both give you our approval. Isn't that right, Avery?"
"That's right," Mr. Craven agreed.
"Okay," said Sharon. "Then go ahead and fuck me. I'm ready. I can take it. This is the weirdest audition I've ever heard of in my entire life. But if this is what I've got to do, I'll go right ahead and do it. And don't think I'm gonna fail your crazy audition. I'll pass it, and with flying colors!" she said with defiant determination.
"That's the spirit!"
"Yeah, you've got the right attitude, sweet-puss."
Craven began to fondle her lovely long legs, moving his hands up and down her firm limbs slowly. Then he grabbed her ass-cheeks firmly in his hands, kneading her ass-flesh and pinching her lovely globes.
"Such a sweet young ass," Craven proclaimed as he fondled her ass. "And such a nice little twat!" he exclaimed as he thrust his index finger deep into her cuntal sheath.
"Aannggghhh," Sharon gasped as Craven's finger sluiced in and out of her tight pussy in quick mechanical thrusts. His finger worked like a jack-hammer in her cunt with fast, precise thrusts.
Although she considered his finger-fucking movements crude, she nevertheless felt her cunt begin to boil with seething, hot cunt-juice. Pussy-juice trickled down her creamy inner thighs.
"Oh, yes," she sighed as her loins responded to his digital ministrations.
"Yeah," Craven hissed. "Get it, sweetheart. Get it! I'm gonna get you real nice and hot so that I can stick my cock right up your sweet, hot little cunt. So enjoy it, darling."
Sharon tried to fight her feelings of passion and lust, but she could not resist the lovely feelings that came from his finger slicing in and out of her pussy, making her cunt ooze twat-juice. It felt so good. She did not want to respond, but she could not help herself.
Craven inserted a second finger, then a third, until he had three fingers deeply imbedded in her hot cunt. Three long fingers pumping into her pussy.
All of a sudden, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. She felt bad that he had stopped finger-fucking her but, more than anything else, she was confused. She knew that something else was coming up. She knew that Avery Craven, the famous Hollywood producer, was not finished with her. What would he do next? she thought.
She did not have to wait long for the answer. With a hard lunge, Craven thrust his prick deep into her seething cunt.
"Unnnggghhhhh!" he gasped as his prick slid into her cuntal sheath, filling her tight pussy to overflowing.
Craven began to fuck her cunt like a man possessed. He gasped and grunted obscenely as his thick hard cock sluiced in and out of her cunt, pressing against her sensitive pussy walls. His hard cock sent shivers of sexual delight coursing through her pussy.
"Unnnnn," she grunted as her hips began to jerk rhythmically in response to Craven's hard cock thrusts. Although she felt degraded and humiliated by this whole depraved scene, she nevertheless could not help but respond to Craven's hard fucking strokes. Her pussy was red hot, seething, wet and juicy. She loved it!
"Get it, darling!" Craven rasped. "The last time I had you, you only sucked my cock. But now you are getting the full treatment. I'm gonna fuck you into oblivion, you young wench. Oh, yeah, that's getting it!"
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "Your cock feels so good in my tight pussy. It feels great. Ohhhh, yes," she sighed.
Sharon threw her head back and kept right on jerking and pumping, thrusting her hips back and forth to meet his hard cock thrusts. Her cunt-juices were flowing, lubricating her seething pussy-hole.
"That's it, darling," Craven said. "Fuck my cock nice and hard, honey. Suck my hard, prick right into your tight pussy. Clamp down with your pussy-muscles."
Sharon did as instructed. She tightened her cunt-muscles and clenched his hard thick cock between her tight pussy-walls. She jerked her hips even harder, erupting into a seething sexual animal in heat. She was in a sexual frenzy. Sweat poured down her beautiful face, matting her lovely long brown hair. Cunt-juice oozed down her inner thighs. Her hip muscles strained as she worked them harder and harder, faster and faster, to meet Craven's frenzied cock thrusts. Tingling sensations filled her cunt and she felt an enormous orgasm building in her loins. She felt it coming, and she was not about to stop for anything. She was totally caught up in the passion of the moment. She forgot about everything that was happening to her, forgot about everything but Craven's hard cock that kept pounding relentlessly into her tight cunt.
"I'm . . . I'm . . . gonna . . . cuuummm!" she wailed as her orgasm wracked her body. "Oh, my god! I . . . I can't believe it! Ohhhhhhh! Yessss!"
"I'm almost there too, honey," rasped Craven. "Here . . . I goooooo!"
At that moment, Craven's thick pumping cock spewed a wad of thick hot jism into her tight pussy. She felt his cum coat her pussy-walls and fill her cunt.
As he pulled his flaccid prick from her pussy, Sharon sighed. Every muscle in her body relaxed. Her heartbeat began to slow to normal. Her tight pussy-walls loosened. Cum oozed from her cunt and dripped onto the sheets.
She was almost asleep when she heard the shrill voice of director Harry Steinburg say, "Now, it's my turn. But I don't like sloppy seconds. So I think I'll try out a different hole."
As she listened to Steinburg moving around to the foot of the bed, she wondered. What hole was he referring to? She had only one cunt-hole. But he had said that he was going to try out a different hole. He could not possibly be thinking about penetrating her asshole, she thought. That was unthinkable! Unspeakable! Wicked and depraved! No, she reassured herself, he would never do anything so-
"Unnnggghhhh!" Steinburg grunted as he stuck his prick-tip between her lovely ass-cheeks. "This is the hole I'm gonna fuck. This sweet little asshole."
"Noooooo!" she bellowed. "Please, I beg of you, don't fuck me in the asshole!"
Sharon Stingly simply could not believe what was happening to her. This was horrible. The mere thought of getting reamed in her tiny nether-hole was absolutely revolting. She had heard of ass-fucking, but she could never really believe that it went On. That people really did such things. Such horrid things as fucking a woman in her asshole!
"Oh, yes, my little starlet," Steinburg replied. "Oh, yes, indeed. I plan to fuck your tight little asshole until I shoot my entire wad right up your ass. So grin and bear it, darling."
He thrust forward, his prick-tip inching deeper into her narrow asshole. The pain was intense as his prick stretched her firm tight ass-muscles. Sharon began to sob. It hurt too much to cry out. The pain and agony were terrific. And the humiliation, the awful humiliation and degradation of it all. Getting fucked in the asshole was really the pits, she thought.
"Please, stop, Mr. Steinburg," she begged in a weak, barely audible voice. "Please, it hurts so much. I just can't stand it. Your cock is much too big to fit my little asshole. You'll split my rear in two."
Steinburg immediately stopped. His prick-knob was only two inches deep in her nether-hole, but it was locked firmly in place.
What was he going to do? she wondered. Was he really going to stop ass-fucking her and take pity on her? Her questions were quickly answered.
"Well, now sweetheart," Steinburg proclaimed in a loud demanding, angry tone of voice. "It seems to me that at the beginning of our little party tonight, we made a firm agreement. And that agreement was that you would do whatever we wanted you to do, for both Mr. Craven and myself. In return, we promised you a part in our next film. And we fully intend to stand behind that promise. Isn't that right, Mr. Craven?"
"That's right," Craven replied flatly.
"But," Steinburg continued, "you must comply with our demands or the deal is off. You agreed to the arrangement, remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Sharon answered. She grimaced, knowing that she had made the promise, and that if she were to have that film role, she would have to obey the vile commands of these evil movie moguls. They must have their way with her, or she would be forced to give up her aspirations for super-stardom on the Silver Screen.
"Well, then. What wHi it be, Miss Stingly?" Steinburg asked. "Are you ready to quit and call it a night? Or are you going to stick it out? We fully intend to keep our part of the agreement. It is totally up to you."
"Yes," Avery Craven added. "Your future is in your own cute little hands. Or should I say your future is in your ass? Ha. Ha."
The two men joined together in their lewd laughter. Steinburg's prick-tip remained hard and imbedded a couple of inches into her clenching asshole as he laughed heartily. His hands were fondling her firm up-thrust ass-cheeks. With every laugh, she felt a searing pain lance through her asshole and run through her cunt to her brain.
She wondered whether she could stand it. Could she stand the pain and degradation of it all? She had already endured so much degradation at the hands of Craven and Steinburg, a bit more would make little difference, she reasoned. If she could only make it through the night, she would get that movie role, and she would be on her way to stardom. Visions of Oscars danced before her eyes. Hell, yes! She could stand it, she decided.
"Okay," she said forthrightly and firmly. "Go at it. I can take it. I've already sucked your cocks, and you have fucked my cunt. So have your way with me. I'm ready." She really was not ready, but she pretended to be ready. She steeled her nerves for the onslaught of Steinburg's hard cock into her virgin asshole. She pursed her lips and clenched her teeth in dreadful anticipation.
"That's a good girl," Craven remarked.
"Yeah, that's a real good attitude. And a very smart move," said Steinburg. Then, without further warning, he plunged his rock-hard prick into her tight asshole. He grunted loudly as his lengthy cock thrust forward, stretching her rectal muscles to the limit.
"Aaaggghhhhh! Ooowwwww!" she screamed. Although she had tried not to yell, the pain was so severe that she had no choice but to bellow in anguish as his thick hard cock penetrated deep into her asshole.
"Get her good, Harry," said Craven, goading his buddy on. "Fuck her ass real good. She's got a cherry asshole, buddy. So break her in properly."
With his prick buried to the hilt in Sharon's tight asshole, Harry Steinburg turned in Craven's direction, gave him a wink, and quipped, "I'm gonna ream her asshole out real good. And when I'm through with her, she'll love it. Just stand back and watch me work."
Avery Craven nodded and stepped back to view the scene on the four-poster bed. And it was quite a scene to behold, he had to admit. The beautiful young Sharon Stingly was bound spread-eagled, ass jutting up in the air; his pal, the director, Harry Steinburg was fucking her tight little asshole. Busting her ass-cherry.
The preliminaries were over now, and Steinburg was pumping his hot hard prick deep into her nether-hole. She yelped and cried as his cock sluiced in and out of her asshole with brutal, spearing thrusts.
"Oh, my god!" she screamed. "Your cock is so big. It's simply too big for my little asshole. The pain is terrible!"
"Unnnnggghhh! Unnnhhh!" Steinburg groaned and grunted as his cock drove deep into her butt-hole. "It feels so damned good. Sharon, baby, you've got the tightest asshole in Hollywood."
"B-but, I . . . just . . . don't know if I . . . can . . . stand it!" she stammered. "Your prick feels like it's tearing my little butt in two."
Steinburg's prick pressed deeply into her asshole, moving with excruciating friction up her ass-channel, sluicing in and out of her firm butt. He was enraptured-in the throes of sheer, wanton sexual abandon and blissful ecstasy. Her rectal muscles were clamped around his lengthy cock like a vise-grip that would not let go. And he did not want her asshole to let his prick loose. Not until he shot her ass full of thick hot jism.
"Oh, god!" she moaned. "It hurts so much!" She tried to take her mind off of what was happening to her. She imagined what her life would be like when she had become a star. When the horrid degradation and agony of this wicked night would be behind her. She thought of all the money that she would make, the beautiful cars she would own, her adoring fans, maids and servants waiting on her hand and foot. Living in the lap of luxury.
But no matter how hard she thought about the future, the cock that was impaled in her asshole always brought her mind back to the present. Every time that Harry Steinburg thrust his big prick up her butt-hole, she felt her tender ass-cheeks being wedged apart. She felt the walls of her asshole being stretched so far that she felt they were being ripped apart and torn to shreds by his massive cock.
"Keep it up, sweetheart," Steinburg gasped. "You're doing just fine." He grunted, and, as though drawing on a reserve of strength and energy and sexual passion, he thrust his cock even harder and deeper into her ass-channel.
"Good god!" she exclaimed as another hard inch of his huge prick wedged its way up her asshole. She tried to move forward, but found that she simply could not do it. Her wrists and ankles were bound too tightly to the bed posts for her to move at all. All that she could do was endure the pain and hope that he would cum soon, thus ending the agonizing torture she felt in her asshole.
"Unnngggghhhh!" he grunted loudly. "What a tight ass you have, my dear. It feels so damned good that I think I am about to shoot my load right up your sweet little asshole."
"No! No! Not yet! Please, not yet!" she yelled. "It . . . it's beginning . . . to feel . . . good!" she exclaimed. Sharon could not believe her own words. She had just begged him to keep ass-fucking her! Why? she wondered. Then she realized. It really was beginning to feel good! It was the strangest feeling she had ever sensed in her life! Pain mixed with pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Sheer, unadulterated, decadent and depraved lust. Her cunt was seething with pussy-juice. She could feel it soaking her smooth inner thighs. Steinburg had bragged to his buddy that he would make her love it. And he was doing just that! She was so confused. But, although she knew that ass-fucking was terribly wicked and lewd, she found herself thrusting her hips backwards as far as her restraints allowed. Thrusting her ass back to meet his plunging cock-thrusts.
"That's the spirit!" Steinburg yelled in a shrill voice. "I knew you'd love it. They don't call me Studly Steinburg for nothing, sweetheart. I'll hang on for a few moments more so that you can cum. But make it quick, because I can't last much longer."
"Yeah! Yeah! Ohhhhhh! Aaaaaggghhh! Unnnhh! Aaaahhh," she screamed as her climax tore through her loins and electrified her entire body. Every muscle in her beautiful young body twitched and spasmed uncontrollably as her orgasm wracked her.
A split second later, Steinburg-gasped, grunted and groaned as he shot a load of cum deep into her ass.
She felt him climb off of her, heard him sigh as he relaxed and savored his thrilling climax. Then she fell soundly asleep, and dreamed of dashing toward the huge stage, flash bulbs going off all around her as photographers pressed forward to take her picture. She clutched her Oscar for Best Actress and began her acceptance speech, in which she lavished praise and thanks on Producer Avery Craven and Director Harry Steinburg, without whom none of this would have been possible . . .
Three hours later, Sharon Stingly was rudely awakened by a hard slap on her tender ass.
"Ouch!" she cried, and rolled over to look into the leering eyes of Avery Craven and Harry Steinburg. Immediately, she realized that her hands had been untied while she had been dreaming. The two men were fully dressed. They stood at the foot of the bed, smiling broadly at her and eyeing her naked beauty.
"It's time to call it a night, sweetheart," Steinburg announced. "The audition is over. You can go home now."
"Yep," Craven agreed. "We talked it over and decided that you passed the audition."
"With flying colors, my sweet," Steinburg chimed in.
"And think of how easy it was, Miss Stingly. You didn't even have to do any acting."
The two men laughed heartily.
"You mean I got the part?" Sharon exclaimed in glee.
The two men exchanged doleful looks, grimaced and shook their heads. They pawed the floor and did everything possible to avoid eye contact with the beautiful brunette.
"Well, do I have the part in your next movie or not?" she cried impatiently. "I did everything you told me to do. I sucked your cocks, I fucked both of you, you even slapped me around, tied me up and whipped me. You promised that if I did everything you demanded, you would give me your approval."
"Yes, we did promise you. And we fully intend to keep our promise to you, Miss Stingly," said Steinburg.
Sharon sighed in relief. It seemed as though the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.
"You have our approval," added Craven. "But that is not quite enough."
"What do you mean? What are you trying to say?" she cried hysterically.
"Now, now. Calm down, darling," Craven said. "Let me explain the situation to you. You see, the movie business has changed considerably in the past few years. In the good old days, the producer and director had the final say on the casting of movie productions in Hollywood. But now things have changed. Mr. Steinburg and I have to deal with big-time stars who have top-notch agents working for them. When we put on a production, it costs millions of dollars. And, in order to fill the movie theaters with paying customers, it is absolutely essential that we use big-name stars in our films."
"Yeah," Steinburg added. "All of our films star Academy Award Winners. And they cost lots of money. Usually five million bucks just for a single movie."
"And these million-dollar stars often demand to have some say in who is casted in the film. They want to make sure that some beautiful young actress like you doesn't upstage them in the film," Craven explained.
"So, in their contracts they often have a clause that stipulates that they must approve of the other members of the cast. Do you understand?" Steinburg asked.
"Yes, I understand. But, I'm not out to upstage anyone, much less a famous Hollywood star. Just tell me. Who is the person who has to approve me? Who do I have to see next?" Sharon asked with a look of exasperation on her face.
Craven and Steinburg once again cast doleful glances at one another. Then, in unison, they both said, "Lola Fontaine." They looked at Sharon to see her response. And they were surprised when they heard it.
"Lola Fontaine!" Sharon yelped enthusiastically. "You mean that I am going to be in the same movie as the famous Miss Lola Fontaine!"
She jumped up off the bed and dashed toward the two surprised men. She hugged and kissed them both. She smiled, grinned, laughed, and jumped up and down in childish glee.
"I can't believe it!" she exclaimed. "I'm gonna be in the same movie as Miss Fontaine! THE Miss Lola Fontaine! It's just too good to be true. Tell me I'm not dreaming. Pinch me."
As if on cue, both men reached down and pinched her firm ass-cheeks. Sharon yelped in mock pain and giggled like a little girl.
"It's true," said Craven. "But first, you must meet her."
"And you must get her approval," Steinberg added.
"When do I get to meet her?" Sharon asked in eager anticipation.
"I'll set up an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. She sleeps late, so you'll probably be seeing her around two o'clock in the afternoon," said Producer Avery Craven. "I'll send a chauffeur-driven limousine to your house to pick you up around noon. She lives in Malibu and she likes people to arrive early. Miss Lola Fontaine will probably keep you waiting awhile. Dress sharp and be prepared for anything. Miss Fontaine can be a very demanding woman."
"No problem," Sharon replied. "I just hope I can get some sleep tonight. I just can't believe that I am actually going to get to meet Miss Lola Fontaine tomorrow. I've seen all of her movies and I just think she is the greatest actress in the whole wide world. What an honor! What a privilege to be in a movie with the Miss Lola Fontaine."
"Hurry along, now," chided Avery Craven. "Get dressed and drive home, and get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow, and you'll need all of the sleep you can get."
"Will do," she said enthusiastically as she gathered up her clothes and began to dress. "I'm just so excited. You can't imagine. I can never thank you enough. Both of you."
Craven and Steinburg strolled out of the bedroom and into the living room. They sat in big leather chairs. Both men were exhausted from the evening's sexual activities. Their faces showed weariness and fatigue.
Avery Craven spoke first. "She seems like such a nice kid," he said.
"Yeah, young, innocent and very beautiful."
"Just the type of girl that our dear super-star Miss Lola Fontaine hates the most. I feel kind of sorry for Sharon, you know?"
"Yeah, I know all right. I know only too damned well. Lola Fontaine is just about finished in the film business. I was happy as could be that we managed to nail her down for this film, because I think it will be her last. She's only thirty-two years old, but she's been hitting the booze pretty hard lately. And that, combined with her debauched lifestyle, is gonna push her over the hill real fast."
"Christ, the last time I was out to her place, she had been going strong for five days running. She had one of her notorious orgies going."
"Oh, yeah. Miss Lola Fontaine's Sexcapades, starring Miss Lola Fontaine, with her supporting cast of five or six little nymphettes who obey her every whim and imagine."
"Nymphettes is a kind way to put it. She calls them slaves. And she means it!" Craven said emphatically.
"I guess she'll give Sharon a pretty hard time, huh?"
"That's putting it mildly. If I know Miss Lola Fontaine-and I've directed her in four films, so I know her pretty damned well, she'll put Sharon Stingly through sheer hell. The last thing Lola wants at this stage of her career is to be competing with a vivacious young beauty like Sharon. If Sharon thinks we gave her a rough going-over, she's got a real big surprise coming."