A sigh of amazement ran through the audience as they saw the mad scientist open a large narrow box and remove a large, perfectly formed rubber penis. The object was slightly larger than life-size, and the actress's eyes widened with sudden horror as she realized precisely what this infernal machine was designed to do. She twisted and thrashed around wildly on the hard unyielding surface of the table, but the professor ignored her completely, giving all his attention to the task of attaching this long phallic weapon to a shaft which protruded menacingly from the mechanism itself.
The mechanical work done, the mad scientist turned again to his futilely struggling victim, running his lecherous hands over the ripely available contours of her youthfully firm body, apparently taking particular obscene delight in prodding and poking at the defenselessly quivering crevice of her vagina.
"Too dry," he muttered, frowning with displeasure over the fact that the girl's nakedly resisting body was not cooperating in this nefarious experiment. But he quickly remedied the situation, producing a tube of special lubricating ointment which he squeezed into her tight little cunt, causing the actress to gasp as the cold slippery grease invaded the fleshy tissues of her vulnerable pink pussy. As an afterthought, the Germanic professor tightened the cords holding the girl's legs to the side of the bed, pulling her ankles farther and farther apart, so that the walls of her narrow, tightly-clasped cunt were pulled far apart, popping open suddenly to reveal the gaping little opening of her grease smeared vagina. Then, wiping his hands thoughtlessly on his white laboratory coat, the mad scientist began to angle his machine into position, ignoring the babble of protests which erupted from the molested girl's lips. He forced the huge rubbery point of his thick artificial cock between the trembling, vainly resisting lips of her tormented young cunt. The girl tried to wiggle away from this depraved aggression, but the scientist had already slipped the tapered point of the rubber penis inside of her, and the massive instrument was sufficiently flexible to bend whenever her hips jerked this way or that, and she could not tear herself loose of it.
"Elton told me that the girl was making her debut with this film," Agard confided to the two women by his side. "So you see, Lynn, acting experience isn't all that important."
"And after the film was over?" questioned the young wife, her voice ragged a little by lust and liquor, thinking that the young actress must surely have been driven insane by this horrible experience.
"Well… she went back to work and made another film, naturally," explained Agard, not quite understanding her question.
As they conversed, the television producer fumbled with the zipper on Lynn's flimsy dress, pushing the thin fabric farther and farther down around her hips until the top of her moist, hair-covered pubic triangle was visible.
"Please… please," begged Lynn, her mind whirling with confusion. "Don't strip me in front of all these people… they'll think I'm a whore."
"You are a whore, my dear," smiled Kelly. "And if you could only get that fact into your thick head, you could relax and enjoy life a little more."
"But…" she began to whimper, but Agard cut her off.
"And you won't be the only whore in the room who's getting rid of her clothing. Look around you."
As usual, Agard was correct. In the row ahead of them, one of Phil's female guests had been stripped absolutely naked by the men sitting on either side of her, and most of the women in the room were being fondled by one or more males. Sexual excitement was virtually radiating off the screen and infecting the entire audience with lust. This was the beginning of an orgy, and there was no question about it!
"You see the value of these tapes?" explained Agard easily, pushing his outstretched middle finger steadily into the brown clump of pubic hair and searching for the tiny pink point of her clitoris. "You can't just call all of your friends and schedule an orgy, even if you're the type who likes a little action on Saturday night. But get the right sort of people together, and slip one of these films into the video-tape recorder attached to your television set and snap! Instant orgy!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" groaned the lust-stricken young wife as Agard's fingers found what they were looking for, and invaded the already-lubricated hole of her hotly throbbing pussy.
"My, my, it seems that we are all ready down here," Agard commented mockingly as he felt the orgiastic fluid oozing slowly from the over-stimulated girl's wildly excited cunt. "Lift up your sweet little behind, dearie, and let's get rid of this ridiculous dress."
"Oh, please," Lynn begged desperately, but the girl was now thoroughly in the habit of obeying this man whenever he gave an order, and the thought of rebelling never entered her head. She lifted her smoothly rounded buttocks off the couch, and the Agard couple tugged from both sides, drawing the dress and her panties down off her hips and over her smooth creamy thighs onto the floor. She was naked, and Kelly Agard got to her knees over the trembling girl, opening her blouse to bare her own heavily dangling breasts.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," the older woman crooned, running her hands lightly over Lynn's naked, lushly quivering body.
"Oh, don't, Kelly, please," the young wife mumbled, the alcohol in her system causing her to slur her words slightly. "Don't degrade me any more! I can't stand any more humiliation! Don't make an animal out of me!"
"Oh, but that's precisely what we're going to do to you," responded Phil Agard cruelly. "We're going to break you down to the bare essentials, baby, and you're going to love every minute of it. Just like that little chick up on the screen there!"
Lynn's dazed eyes followed the man's gaze and watched: the sex machine was in motion now, and the unrelenting drive shaft was forcing the artificial rubber penis inexorably into the girl's defenselessly open cunt. The machine was obviously still running in low gear, moving gently back and forth with just the broad meaty tip of the cock actually inside her tense, fear-ridden pussy. It was clear to the viewers that the actress was a little surprised by this tenderness, obviously having expected that the fucking machine would fly into her like a runaway engine, tearing her to pieces in the process.
The actor playing the part of the sexually deranged scientist was not a patient man, however, and he smiled sadistically as he pulled a switch on the side of the machine. The engine sputtered and the depraved mechanism moved forward, forcing the massive rubber penis a few inches farther into the grease-gleaming lips of her wide-split vagina. Sounding somewhat artificial as it filtered through the speaker system, the girl's scream echoed around the room. Lynn's face grew pale at the sight.
"Is that really hurting her?" she quavered, wondering if Agard was evil enough to subject her to such a thing and fearing in the back of her head that he was.
"Probably," came the cruel laconic reply. "It's hard to get the proper effect otherwise. But she recovered and came back for more. And so will you."
Lynn shuddered and closed her eyes, wishing she could find some way to relieve the burning tormenting sensation that all of this lewd and unnatural stimulation was causing in her loins. What made all of this worse was the realization that her troubles were caused by her own personal weakness. If she had an ounce of moral strength left in her body, she would scoop her dress up off the floor, spit in Agard's face and walk out of this room. But she was not going anywhere, and she knew it. In choosing her to play the part of a slave in her first picture, Agard had been cleverer than he knew, since a slave was precisely what she had become: a slave to her own wild unquenchable lust!
And the Agard's were doing their level best to make sure that she stayed in this deplorable condition. Kelly had torn her blouse off completely and was towering over her, bare-breasted, like an eagle preparing to swoop down upon its prey. Her husband had apparently decided that Lynn was more interesting than the video-tape they were supposed to be watching, and had buried his head between the young girl's tightly clasped thighs, insanely trying to get his lips up against the moistly palpitating flanges of her pussy. Between the two of them, Kelly and Phil had managed to maneuver her nakedly voluptuous body around so that she was virtually stretched out on their knees, and the horrified blonde haired wife found that her sensitive, lush young breasts were being noisily sucked by the other woman.