"Suck!" they heard him say, the vile word faithfully recorded by the soundtrack and broadcast into the room.
The independent willpower of the savagely defiled porno-actress was now totally gone, if it had ever really existed, and the girl simply opened her mouth. The scene was well staged so that the audience would see the spongy bluntness of his visibly throbbing cock sliding past the softness of her red, waiting tongue.
But despite his madness, the scientist was shrewd. Promptly fucking energetically into the soft warm, cavern of her mouth, he carefully refrained from drawing himself all the way out, always leaving the tip of his hotly swollen cock an inch or two inside her tight ovaled lips. The actress closed her eyes in revulsion against this obscene attack, but the audience kept theirs open, fascinated by this dual rape of a helpless woman by man and machine.
The end was spectacular. After sawing in and out of her savagely for a few moments, the professor began to jerk and convulse as if his old bony body were undergoing a fit. The girl responded by licking and sucking furiously on the short stubby shaft of his cock buried deeply in her mouth, sucking voraciously as he and his machine pounded into her ruthlessly from both ends. At the same time, it was obvious to everyone who watched that the fucking machine was doing its assigned job with ruthless efficiency, driving her closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm too powerful to be denied.
The man's wildly pulsating cock suddenly burst, like a dam being overcome by a spring flood, and the hot sticky semen poured into the captive girl's mouth, spurting into her like a firehose while the girl sucked and gurgled, obviously making a tremendous effort not to allow the smallest drop of the lust-inciting fluid to escape from her wide-stretched lips.
Tears of masochistic joy could be seen on her cheeks as he creamed endlessly into her, and the young woman's body began to jerk and buck involuntarily as her own orgiastic spasm began. The very helplessness of her situation and the vile debasement to which she was being subjected seemed to add fuel to the fire burning in her naked young loins, and it was clear to the spectators that she would have flown clear off the table at this point had not the leather straps been there to restrain her.
The film was not yet over, and the mad scientist immediately withdrew his wetly glistening cock from her abused, cum-filled mouth to prepare a new series of tortures for this helpless victim. Anything after this would certainly be an anti-climax, and Lynn closed her eyes, realizing that having watched this lewd drama had only aroused her to a higher level of excitement, and finding herself longing desperately to be fucked by a man, any man!
"Hey Phil," complained Kelly, lifting her lips from Lynn's super-hardened little nipples. "Everybody's fucking but us. Let's get with it!"
She was right. In grotesque combinations of twos and threes, everyone in the room was engaged in some form of sexual activity and out of the corner of her eye, Lynn could see Rick and Lenny working over Elton James' pretty young wife, while the director himself was occupied with the black-haired woman who had been serving drinks.
"Yes please," panted Lynn pitifully, hating herself for what she was saying but unable to hold herself back any more. "Please do it to me. Come inside of me!"
"No, not like that, baby," mocked the television executive. "Forget the girl scout language and ask for it like a big girl."
"Make love to me," Lynn sobbed, knowing that this was Agard's way of taking her down another notch.
"You mean you want me to fuck you?" he questioned sadistically. "If that's what you mean, why don't you say it?"
"Yes, fuck me, please fuck me," she babbled, her last remnants of decency falling away like a sheet.
"Now wait a minute, hot-pants," interrupted Kelly vulgarly. "I'm just as turned on as you are, and this gentleman happens to be my husband. Wait until I've finished with him and maybe you can have the left-overs!"
Phil grinned and dived towards his wife, his broad shoulders knocking the lust-stricken Lynn off the couch. She fell, neglected and alone, onto the floor and curled up immediately into a ball, drawing her knees up to her nakedly heaving breasts. They had used her, she told herself, sobbing out her misery in the darkness. They had used her like a plaything, a talking doll, and when they tired of her, they had cast her aside like an old shoe!
They had broken her down to the point where she had screamed to be fucked, and then denied her the satisfaction she craved for with all her heart and soul. Never in her entire life had she hated anyone as much as she hated Phil and Kelly Agard right now. She had to get even, to revenge herself, to get back her destroyed honor and self-respect.
CHAPTER FIVE
Matt did not have that many evenings to spend peacefully at home these days, and the cameraman was genuinely sorry to learn that Lynn had scheduled a working meeting of her charity group which was expected to last until late. Well, there was an evening full of good shows on the television, he decided, so there was no reason to be bored. The refrigerator was well stocked with ginger ale, and he decided to make himself comfortable in the big easy chair by the fireplace and pleasantly kill a few hours until his wife returned home from her night of doing good.
After all, since it was he who had insisted that she become involved in church activities, he could hardly complain about the fact that she had thrown herself wholeheartedly into doing good deeds for the poor and underprivileged. Tonight, they were supposed to be knitting mittens for Indonesian orphans and it occurred to the naive young husband that she could just as easily knit mittens at home with him. But he wisely decided not to interfere. Lynn had been acting so strangely recently!
For example, when he had gotten home from his trip to Saint Louis, he had distinctly smelled liquor on her breath, and she had greeted him at the door wearing a tight mini-dress which was really far from proper, 'shocking' would have been a better term! He had no sooner put down his things and taken off his hat, when his sweet innocent young wife had stripped off her already inadequate dress and hauled him into the bedroom practically by force, clawing at his clothing as if she had completely lost her mind and her sense of decency. As far as Matt was concerned, love-making was a pleasant husbandly duty, one which he liked to perform late at night with the lights out, just prior to dropping off to sleep. He considered himself a good lover and a very virile man, but the subject of sex did not occur to him very often. It was just something you did, as far as the cameraman was concerned, but nothing to get excited about.
Nevertheless, husbands have certain obligations, and inasmuch as she seemed to want it in the worst way, he had allowed himself to be wrestled into the bedroom and stood passively still while she stripped off his suit (throwing it, he noticed, on the floor, which was hardly the way to treat expensive clothing!). Then he climbed into bed beside her, covering her face with soft husbandly kisses.
To his enormous surprise, she did not seem to want his gentle embraces, and squirmed around so that she was upside down, attempting to put her mouth directly on what Matt referred to as his 'genital organ'. This was really too much! What had gotten into the girl? Firmly, he had pulled her back into the proper 'missionary' position, feeling his rapidly awakening penis come to life as he crawled on top of her, penetrating her wetly ready vagina as usual.
But nothing seemed to satisfy her and Lynn had thrashed back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping him in the face as he did his conventional best to make love to her in the approved fashion.
"Harder, harder," she had pleaded with him, her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of lust. "Fuck me harder, Matt! Oh, I need it so bad, darling. Fuck it harder."