"Hey, Lynn," she heard Agard's voice from the back of the room. "Come and sit with us. We haven't got any popcorn, but there's plenty of room."
Lynn blushed as Phil's remark drew the group's attention to her, but the idea of sitting in the back where no one could see her was attractive, and she sat down between Phil and his wife and settled back to watch the movie.
"This should be terrific," Agard advised the two women. "Elton says this sequence is the all-time money maker in this field. Keep your eyes open and maybe we can learn something."
Lynn felt Phil's hand on her knee as the lights flicked off but she reasoned that the TV producer could hardly try anything with his wife sitting right there. Someone handed her a drink and she accepted it gratefully, despite the fact that she knew perfectly well that she had already had more than enough to drink this evening. Both Kelly and Phil seemed to be sitting unnecessarily close to her, but she decided to ignore the two of them and forget her troubles by watching the porno-film.
The title of James' tape was 'The Mechanical Man'. and the first scene showed a white haired, evil looking scientist working in his laboratory. Next to him on a table, the form of a woman's body was clearly visible under a white cloth. At first, Lynn thought that the girl was intended to be dead, which struck her as rather morbid, but when the mad scientist slowly and tantalizingly removed the cloth, the viewers saw that the girl was still quite alive. Naked and bound hand and foot, she was cruelly spread-eagled on the cloth covered surface, with stout cords securing her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table.
"Please, doctor," came the voice on the sound track. "Please, I'll do anything…"
"Silence!" retorted the white coated sadist, grinning at her with the expression of a madman, a heavy Germanic accent in his voice. "You should be proud to sacrifice your body for science, my girl!"
Clearly in despair, the petite young woman pulled frantically at the cords holding her to the table, the tension in her nakedly bound body causing her small, widely-spaced breasts to flutter on her chest as she struggled uselessly for her freedom. Clearly visible under the penetrating eye of the camera was the sparse turf of pubic hair between her finely tapered legs, and the cameraman took the opportunity to zoom in on this helpless target, giving the crowd a close-up view of the girl's narrow hair-lined slit and the tiny rounded button of her clitoris.
Lynn glanced at her neighbors, feeling a burst of sympathy for the actress who had been selected for this degrading role, wondering if she too had been tricked and deceived into participation in this foul and degenerate video-tape.
"Pretty wild stuff, eh?" inquired Phil lecherously, returning Lynn's glance. "That actress hasn't got half the equipment you do, baby. Look at those tiny tits of hers!"
"Practically a boy," agreed Kelly, turning to join in this sordid conversation. "Nothing like these big beauties here!"
At first, Lynn thought Kelly was referring to her own voluptuous bosom, but the older woman unexpectedly reached out and cupped both of Lynn's full, partially revealed breasts in her hands, giving them a squeeze as she did so.
"Oh, don't touch me!" whispered the young wife in alarm. She was getting accustomed to the idea that every man who came near her could touch virtually anything he wanted, but having women take the same liberties with her sensually aroused body seemed just a little too much to accept.
"Don't be silly, Lynn," Phil corrected her gently. "A gal with your looks should be happy to be admired, particularly by other women. Now just lean forward a minute…"
Confused, the young woman did as she was told, not quite understanding what the producer had in mind. She soon found out, for as she leaned obediently forward, her eyes still following the action on the screen, Agard reached deftly behind her and pulled down the zipper on her dress, freeing her firmly ripened breasts from their confinement.
"Why did you do that?" the girl whispered, not wanting to attract attention from the others in the room. After all that she had been through, the thought of baring her naked breasts in a crowded room did not dismay her as much as it might have previously, but she feared – correctly, it turned out – that this was only the prelude to something really depraved.
"Because I felt like seeing you, lovely," responded Agard with his usual suave manner. "Anything wrong with that? Besides, you're so hot, I figured you could use some fresh air. Don't you agree, Kelly?"
"Certainly do," replied his wife, shifting around in her seat so that she could survey their captive and the screen at the same time. As the top of Lynn's dress fell forward into her lap, Kelly's hands returned to the attack, and the young wife felt feminine hands massaging her turgid little nipples, tweaking and tempting them into real tense hardness. "Hmmmmmmm, if I were a man, baby, I could go for you," Kelly assured her crudely.
"Don't please don't Kelly!" gasped the suddenly alarmed young girl, wondering how many more surprises she would have to endure before the evening was over. "You aren't a… a lesbian, are you?"
Apparently not wanting to draw any attention to themselves, the Agard's kept their laughter down to a discreet chuckle, but there was no question that they found her naive question amusing.
"Kelly likes flesh, baby," Phil informed her with an evil sneer. "Nice, warm flesh, and it doesn't make too much difference who it belongs to. Isn't that right, honey?"
"Hmmmmmmmmm, I'm not going to admit anything, you dirty old man," Kelly Agard retorted saucily, her fingers still lewdly exploring Lynn's ripely quivering breasts, tweaking and pinching the sensitively erect nipples. "Hey, look at what's happening on the screen!"
Lynn was toying with the idea of resisting the older woman's depraved advances, but she realized with despair that no matter what she tried to do, the Agard family would always somehow manage to be one step ahead of her. So she resigned herself to the inevitable and leaned back against the couch to follow Kelly's suggestion and watch the film. She was so thoroughly aroused by now that a pair of hands stroking her tingling rigid little nipples felt good, and maybe Phil was right about it not making much difference whether the hands were male or female.
On the screen before them, in the meanwhile, the scene was becoming more torrid and degenerate by the moment. The mad scientist had now swung a large and complicated piece of machinery onto the table between the girl's widely-stretched legs, and he was busily attaching wires and tightening bolts for his experiment, whatever it might be. His nakedly terrified young victim was giving a very convincing demonstration of being frightened half out of her mind, and Lynn found herself pitying the young porno-actress for the unknown torments she was about to suffer.
"Goddamn, this is turning me on!" exclaimed Phil, his eyes glued to the screen as he moved closer to Lynn, his right hand crossing over in front of him to stroke the downy skin of her naked belly. The young wife drew her breath in sharply as she found herself being caressed lecherously by two different people simultaneously. Where is the bottom of the pit? she wondered in a state of drunken confusion. Is there anything they can't force me to do? Why am I so weak and helpless?
But there were no answers to these unspoken questions and Lynn observed that neither Phil nor his wife were paying much attention to her, at least with their eyes, both of them exciting themselves by watching the video-screen in front of them.