Rich and Jay exchanged an amused grin as they heard the unsuspecting woman use the word 'simulate', but before either of them could offer some lewd comment, the director began shouting for attention.
"Okay, everyone," Lenny ordered brusquely. "Same positions as last time."
Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn spotted Rick moving into his position next to the queen's throne, and she watched Kelly regally seat herself on the throne, again draped in the massive shoulder-to-floor robe she had worn during the first sequence. Rich and Jay whispering excitedly to one another, both remained off-camera for the moment while Lynn took her designated place.
"Right actors, you've been told what to do," growled the rotund director, waving his half-smoked cigar in the direction of the throne. "Let's get it right the first time! Roll 'em."
The young wife had not the foggiest notion of what she was supposed to do, but she imagined that this scene was one in which she simply stood still and watched, assuming that someone would surely have given her explicit directions otherwise. The television cameras lighted up.
"I am bored," announced the queen imperiously as she glanced at her favorite male slave.
"Your majesty has only to command," replied Rick obediently, bowing slightly as he answered.
"I think it's time that your little friend entertained us," announced the queen, jerking her head in Lynn's direction. "What do you say to that slave?"
A worried look crossed the slave's face, and Lynn saw him glance nervously back and forth between the two women, acting his part beautifully. The handsome slave had a fairly good idea of what his queen had in mind, and he was thinking feverishly of some way to avoid a situation in which he would have to choose between the royal lady and the slave girl. Also he realized clearly that the queen was jealous of this younger and more beautiful woman. It was a difficult moment for a helpless slave, but the queen gave him no time to think of a suitable answer.
"Let us experiment! Let us see exactly how loyal she is to you," suggested the queen with a lewd grin. "Guards!"
Immediately the two actors Lynn had met earlier entered, both carrying spears. They presented themselves respectfully in front of Kelly. Both men had jet black hair and smooth muscular bodies which glistened slightly under the set lights. Rick's face was open and honest, but Rich and Jay seemed a little sinister and cruel. They were both in their late thirties and looked tough and ready for anything, on or off a movie set. Lynn felt a tremor of fear run through her near-naked young body.
"Your queen has decided to reward you for your royal services," Kelly announced, raising her arm to point to Lynn. "You may take this slave girl and do with her as you desire… but do it here so I can observe."
It took the young blonde woman a moment to realize exactly what was happening and by the time she understood, it was too late for action. The guards galvanized into action, dropping their spears and sprinting across the set to where she stood helplessly waiting. Lynn expected that one of them would sweep her into his arms in some typical Hollywood embrace, but it was not that kind of film. Grinning like the devil himself, Rich hit her like a football player, knocking her completely off her feet and wrestling her to the ground as his greedy hands roamed over her body.
Suddenly Lynn knew that this had all been a terrible mistake. She could not go through with it! Phil would have to understand, and she was sorry that they had wasted all that tape, but she absolutely would not take part in a scene like this.
"Let me go!" she gasped as the man's heavy body crushed into her. "I don't wan…" but the breath was knocked from her frantically squirming body as the other guard, Jay jumped on top of the pile. For a moment Lynn lay stunned under the combined weight of the two big men.
The guards wasted no time, going to work on her like a pair of professionals, each one rolling off of her vainly resisting body as a television camera angled in from above to catch every minute of action.
"We're gonna fuck you till you can't stand up, beautiful!" Rich whispered viciously in her ear, keeping his voice too low to be picked up by the microphone over their heads. Both of the two guards were hardened professionals at making this kind of film and they worked more for pleasure than for the money involved.
Lynn's cringing young body froze with terror as Rich reached carefully down between her two firmly heaving breasts and brutally ripped away the flimsy covering which had shielded her tiny ripe nipples from the public. Jay cooperated by thrusting his hand cruelly down along the smooth skin of her stomach and yanking loose the frail material protecting her soft fleecy pubic hair. She was suddenly stark naked, and with a shock she clearly understood why Jon had insisted upon applying make-up to all parts of her body. They had planned this from the very beginning, she realized with horror, and who knew what other lies they had told her as well?
But the two rough professionals gave the violently writhing girl no time to contemplate the difficulties of her situation. Rich's cruel hands swarmed over the warmly fleshed globes of her naked breasts, twisting and pinching her little brown nipples and forcing her to cry out with the sudden pain. Jay amused himself at the same time by pulling her long blonde hair with one hand the other tried to force its way up between her tightly clasped thighs. Lynn's eyes flew open with alarm, and she saw the two men on their hands and knees over her like avenging angels preparing to punish her for her sins. Their eyes seemed to glow with lewd lusty anticipation as they tormented her, and fear rushed through her naked body as she realized that there was going to be nothing 'simulated' or make believe about this scene. They were going to ravish her for the benefit of the cameras and enjoy every minute of it. She had been tricked, and she understood at last the cunning cruelty of Phil Agard's plan. The more she screamed and protested, the better the film would be. She was playing the role of a woman being raped by two brutal men, and all her reactions would be perfectly natural.
Deciding to fight back in the only way she could, Lynn tried to lay absolutely still, making it as undramatic as possible and looking straight up at the television camera which was peering obscenely down at her. Rich rose up on his knees beside her, his hands busily undoing the fastenings on his loin cloth, and the frightened girl got her eyes closed just in time to avoid seeing the burly man strip himself completely. Let them do what they want, she was telling herself unhappily, as she lay unresistingly naked between them. There's no use in struggling anymore. They win this round. There's no point in prolonging the misery. Let them do their dirty business to her helpless vulnerable body and get it over with.
Then she felt Rich's hard hands coursing over her stomach and the girl shivered involuntarily. It was not the pain she feared particularly, although she knew that this was going to hurt but the thought that after they were finished with her she would never be the same again. This experience was going to soil and dirty her forever, and she would never again be able to look her young husband in the eye.
"Hey, beautiful," commanded Rich. "Open those lovely brown eyes and take a look at the present the queen is giving you."
Lynn shut her eyes even more tightly, refusing to cooperate in the slightest, but she felt Jay's hands tighten their grip on her hair and start to pull, torturing her into obeying their orders. Her eyes popped open and Rich rose nakedly up off his buttocks to give her (and the camera) a good look at the instrument of torment he was planning to use on her.
As her eyes focused on his lust-thickened penis, the girl's face suddenly contorted in horror and she could hear chuckles from off-camera as the technicians laughed at her innocence. His cock was monstrous by any standards, thick and blunt like cudgel, and she could see in a glance that the actor had worked himself into a real state of arousal while they had been abusing her. A look at his face informed her clearly that there was no point in asking for mercy. He had every intention of brutally ramming that long hard shaft up into her frantically trembling vagina, and there was nothing to stop him from doing anything he wanted!