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WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between
underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may
contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts that
could be highly offensive to almost every reader. This story is intended for
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HOLLY'S BABY: DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS
By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com)
Codes: MMMMMF MMMMMf Mg anal bestiality humil incest nc preg rape torture
INTRODUCTION: Holly's Success
Holly Marie Combs is on top of the world in 2006. Her popular series
"Charmed" just completed a run of eight seasons, and her first series,
"Picket Fences," ran for four seasons in the 1990s. She got married in 2004,
and has two sons that she loves. It all sounds like a fairy tale with a
happy ending -- but there are some dirty little secrets that have been
hushed up along the way. Holly's image as a beautiful, wholesome young wife
and mother would be badly tarnished if the facts came out, but they're
deeply buried, and she's confident that her reputation will keep her popular
for years to come.
CHAPTER 1: Holly's Early Career
Holly started in movies when she was 15 -- the same age her mother was when
Holly was born. Lauralei Combs got pregnant at age 14 after her father raped
her, so Holly's father is also her grandfather. He found a boy at Lauralei's
school and paid the kid to marry her, to hide the dirty truth about Holly
being his own child, but the marriage broke up after two years. Holly's
grandfather started molesting her when she was 7, stripping her and fondling
her undeveloped breasts and hairless pussy. He deflowered the girl when she
was 8, and Lauralei let it go on for a while, even sharing the bed with her
father and her daughter -- but when the old man told her he wanted to get
Holly pregnant, Lauralei took her daughter and headed for New York, where
Holly got her first training in acting. She started doing print and TV ads
when she was 10, but her mother wanted the higher salaries that come from
movies, so they moved to California when Holly was 12. She made her first
movie appearance when she was 15, and snagged a good role on "Picket Fences"
at age 19.
But Holly's acting didn't provide enough money to support her and her
mother, so Lauralei found another way for the girl to make money. When Holly
was 14, with no acting jobs for two years, Lauralei got desperate enough to
set up a party with a pedophile club in Long Beach. Holly was the only girl
there, and she danced naked for 17 men, then got down on her knees and
sucked their cocks, one after the other. She spent he rest of the evening on
her back on the floor of the living room while the men took turns fucking
her. Lauralei made sure they used condoms, and after the party Holly
surprised her mother by telling her she enjoyed it. Lauralei was thrilled,
and started pimping Holly for two or three parties every week. Holly looked
younger than her age, and there's nothing more popular in Hollywood than an
underage white girl.
When Holly started to get more acting jobs, Lauralei cut back a little on
the sex parties, but Holly never went a week without getting gang-raped. By
age 17, she had been treated for venereal diseases six times, by a doctor
Lauralei met at one of the pedophile clubs -- he treated Holly for free each
time, then Lauralei let him fuck the girl for an hour on his exam table.
Just after Holly started working on "Picket Fences," Lauralei offered her
daughter to the producers for sex parties in exchange for a higher salary --
and the producers quickly agreed. Sex is common in Hollywood among cast and
crew members of series, and "Picket Fences" co-star Lauren Holly had already
done several parties on the set after shooting was done for the day, but
nobody expected a girl as young as Holly to get into that -- she had just
turned 19, and none of the cast or crew knew about her pedophile parties.
When she walked in for her first party, Lauren was already naked, laying on
her back with one of the crew fucking her. Holly didn't say a thing -- she
just stripped and lay down beside Lauren, smiling as another crew member
opened his pants and got down between her legs.
A lot of the men wanted to fuck Holly without a condom, and she was on birth
control pills, so Lauralei agreed, but only if they could present a current
blood test certifying they had no diseases -- and if they paid Lauralei $50
extra for each fuck. Crew salaries are astronomical in Hollywood, and
Lauralei purposely kept the amount low to encourage more of the men to take
her offer, because she wanted to make as much money from her daughter's
beautiful young body as she could. From that point on, Holly got screwed
almost every night after work, and Lauralei sometimes took home as much as
$600 in one night. Holly was too old now to be interesting to the pedophile
clubs, but Lauralei found a whorehouse in Burbank where her daughter could
work on weekends -- so Holly spent each week shooting "Picket Fences" and
doing parties on the set in the evenings, then spent the weekend on her back
in the whorehouse, servicing one man after another from 6 AM til midnight on
Saturday and Sunday. She slept for a few hours at the whorehouse on Saturday
night, and when she came home late on Sunday night, she could barely walk.
Her vagina was always raw and sore, and she smelled like a toilet because
she wasn't allowed to wash while she was working. Her johns sweated on her a
lot, and she had dried sperm in her hair and on her face and body when she
got home.
Birth control pills are only 99% effective, and Holly got pregnant when she
was 20. Lauralei arranged for an abortion and kept it quiet, so nobody knew
about it -- except Holly, who wanted children more than anything. She begged
her mother to let her keep the baby, but Lauralei knew it would ruin her
image. Holly received her abortion from the same doctor that treated her
venereal diseases, and as usual, he got to screw her for an hour afterwards
-- but he couldn't use her vagina because of the abortion, so he fucked her
in the ass. It was Holly's first anal sex, and it hurt so much, she cried
the whole time.
Holly had four more abortions by the time she was 23, when "Picket Fences"
ended its run. With no other acting jobs coming up, Lauralei realized
Holly's income would stop, and that made her nervous. She started pimping
Holly to producers in Hollywood for private sex parties, or whatever the men
wanted. There was one TV producer who liked to pick up Holly on Rodeo Drive
in the daytime and have her give him a blowjob while he drove around.
Another producer liked to walk down a certain alley late at night and find
Holly there, waiting for him with her skirt pulled up around her waist,
bending over a trash can in the alley with her legs open, so all the guy had
to do was unzip and stick his cock up her snatch. When he finished screwing
her, he urinated on her legs and feet, then zipped up and walked away while
Holly stood there in a pool of warm piss til he was gone.
CHAPTER 2: "A Reason to Believe"
After two years of giving blowjobs in cars and getting fucked in alleys,
Holly was offered a role in "A Reason to Believe," a movie about date rape.
She played a young girl who has sex with her boyfriend, then passes out and
gets raped by the boyfriend's roommate. There was a topless blowjob scene in
the script for Holly, and Lauralei wanted her to do it, so show people that
she was a grown-up woman now. Holly hated the idea of baring her breasts and
simulating oral sex, and begged her mother not to make her do it, but
Lauralei sat down with Holly and explained that her dream had always been to
be a movie star. Lauralei had been in one movie -- uncredited -- and
ambition burned in her heart. If she couldn't have her dream, then she would
help her daughter achieve it. Holly finally gave in to her mother's wishes,
partially because of the money. Lauralei couldn't really do anything except
manage Holly's career, and Holly was the only wage earner in the family.
The scene took three days to shoot, and Holly was mortified at the number of
crew members that seemed to show up just for that scene. She asked for a
closed set, but she didn't have the clout to make that demand, so she had to
take off her shirt while more than 100 men watched and made comments about
her body. Holly had always thought she was fat, and from what she could
overhear, the men seemed to agree. Her waist was not much smaller than her
hips, and her breasts weren't as big as some of the other actresses in the
movie.
After six takes of the simulated blowjob, the director decided it just
didn't look realistic -- and told Holly to actually suck the actor's cock.
The director knew Holly could handle that because she had given him blowjobs
on the street while she was out of work, so she couldn't object. They had
been using a thick leather tube shaped like an erect penis, and for each
take, Holly opened a condom and slipped it down over the shaft, smiling
slightly at the camera (which was the point of view of the roommate
watching) before she lowered her head. The script called for a cut to a shot
from behind Holly as she simulated sucking the cock, but the director
decided to shoot it from the front -- so Holly had to slip the condom over
the actor's cock, then take it in her mouth and actually suck it. The
director told her the camera would be aimed high enough so the actual
mouth-to-penis contact would be out of the frame -- but for the last two
takes, he nudged the cinematographer, and the camera panned down just enough
to catch Holly's full face as she sucked the cock.
Things kept going wrong to spoil the takes -- a noise on the set, or a light
burning out, or a shadow in the frame -- and Holly never found out that all
of them were pre-arranged, so prolong the scene so all the men could watch
her going down on the actor in the scene with her. Holly spent all of one
whole day on her knees, shooting the scene over and over again until she had
tears of frustration in her eyes. She was topless in the scene, and what
little self-esteem she had was destroyed as she kept taking the cock in her
mouth and sucking it while the men watched her. During the last take, the
cumulative effect of having his cock in Holly's mouth all day finally hit
the actor, and he ejaculated in the condom. When the director called "Cut!",
all the crew and the other men applauded -- and Holly was so glad it was
over, she stood up with a big smile on her face, tilted her head back,
raised the used condom above her head, and squeezed the semen down the
length of the tube until it oozed slowly down into her open mouth. The men
cheered as she held the warm jism in her mouth for a moment, then swallowed
it as she tossed the condom on the floor. She ran from the set, her bare
breasts bouncing as she went to her dressing room.
The movie opened to terrible reviews and sank quickly at the box office.
Holly saw it for the first time at a theatre in Brentwood about two weeks
after it opened, sitting anonymously in the sparse audience -- and that's
when she realized that the director had moved the camera so her mouth could
be seen making contact with the actor's penis while she gave him the
blowjob. She sat there in the dark and cried quietly, feeling ashamed and
embarrassed and mortified. The early demise of the movie in theatres seemed
to bury it forever -- but then a video clip of Holly taking off her shirt
and performing the blowjob made it to the internet. Holly still cries when
she thinks about men watching her like that -- seeing her breasts hanging
out, watching her smile as she takes a cock in her mouth and sucks it. She
tried for years to sue the websites where the scene was posted, but finally
gave up when her lawyers told her it was impossible to track down every
website.
CHAPTER 3: Holly's Audition for "Charmed"
In 1998, Holly auditioned for "Charmed" with producer Aaron Spelling. He
didn't like her acting and thought her breasts were too small, but Lauralei
arranged a second audition for her daughter at Spelling's home. Spelling was
known for having sex with all the actresses cast in his various series, a
list that includes Jaclyn Smith, Farrah Fawcett, Heather Locklear, Courtney
Thorne-Smith, and scores of others.
Holly showed up at his house naked, as he had told Lauralei he wanted, and
the girl had to walk the 40 yards from the street to his house while the
lawn crew and household staff watched. As soon as she was inside the house,
Spelling told her to get down on her knees and suck him off in the entry
hall. He held her head in place and thrust into her mouth until he was ready
to cum, them forced his cock down her throat while he ejaculated. Holly
gagged on the cock meat, coughing up the sperm -- and Spelling slapped her
so hard she fell flat on her back. He kicked her in the side, then told her
to lick up the jism from the floor. Holly was crying, from anger and pain,
but silently got on her hands and knees and did as she was told.
Spelling kept her in the house for ten hours, making her crawl around as he
went from room to room, and whenever he stopped and sat down, he made her
get down under the table or desk and take his cock in her mouth and hold it
there. He had one meeting that lasted 45 minutes, with six other men around
a large table, and none of them knew Holly was under the table with his cock
in her mouth the whole time. She had to swallow the pre-cum that oozed out
of his cock, and about halfway through the meeting he reached under the
table, grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back and forth a
few times, then ejaculated in her mouth. Holly swallowed his load while he
continued the meeting as if nothing was going on.
When the other men left, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed his
chair back, then told Holly to lay back across the table with her legs
hanging off the edge. He picked up an empty wine bottle and used it to rape
her while he ran his hands over her breasts. The girl pretended she liked
it, breathing faster and faking an orgasm as Spelling thrust the bottle
faster and faster into her cunt. When he finished with her, the bottle was
glistening with her vaginal secretions. He left the bottle sticking out of
her gaping snatch and lit a cigar as he stood looking down at her, puffing
on the cigar and flicking the ashes onto Holly's breasts. Finally he went to
the door, then looked back at the naked girl. "You're a great cocksucker,
kid -- you've got the job."
Holly pulled the bottle out of her pussy and got down off the table and
walked quickly to the front door. She peeked out, and saw several yard men
working near the house. She could feel pussy slime oozing out of her cunt
and leaking down her legs, and she tried to wipe it off with her hands, then
smoothed her hair as much as she could. But she was acutely aware of her
nakedness when she finally opened the door and quickly walked across the
yard to the street where her mother was waiting in the car. She kept her
eyes straight ahead, but felt the men's eyes on her and knew they were
watching her bare breasts bouncing as she walked. She had tears of anger and
shame in her eyes as she got in the car.
CHAPTER 4: Holly on "Charmed"
Holly met Shannen Doherty on "Charmed" and the two girls became best
friends. They found they had similar sexual backgrounds -- Shannen had lost
her virginity at a sex party when she was 11, while she was working on
"Little House on the Prairie" -- she was brought in naked and had to lay on
the floor while the crew members took turns screwing her. Shannen got
pregnant four times before she was 18, and her mother arranged for abortions
each time. Both girls were tired of their mothers running their lives, so
they cut themselves off from their abusive families and started doing things
together. It started with weekend trips to Catalina Island or the San Diego
Zoo, but both girls had been conditioned to a lot of sexual activity when
they were younger, and now their bodies needed it. It was like an addiction,
and they both got nervous and irritable if they went too long without
getting fucked. (Shannen's famous feuds and inability to get along with
other actors all are based in her pathological need for frequent sex -- she
just can't get along without it.) Holly's sexual hunger wasn't as strong as
Shannen's, but she needed to spend a lot of time laying on her back with her
legs open to get any degree of satisfaction at all.
The girls decided to set up sex parties on the set of "Charmed" -- but they
would keep all the money themselves instead of letting their mothers earn
money from selling their bodies. Holly was 26 and Shannen was 28 when they
started the parties in 1999, during the second season of "Charmed," It
started with just the men on the crew, but soon involved actors and crew
members from other Spelling shows. Sex on the set was nothing new in
Hollywood, but most of the parties in town involved underage girls, so Holly
and Shannen had to offer something extra to get the men to pay them for sex
-- and what they decided on was filth. They knew men could find very young
girls to fuck in Hollywood, so the girls offered things the men couldn't
find anywhere else. There was nothing these little whores wouldn't do, and
word spread like wildfire through all the Hollywood studios.
They started off with a dog and pony show -- with a real dog and pony. With
more than 100 men watching, Holly stripped and got down on her hands and
knees in front of a 75-pound Doberman. The dog smelled her dripping pussy,
then mounted her from behind and fucked her so hard that Holly started
bleeding. The dog's knot locked his erect cock inside her vagina for 20
minutes, and she gave the men blowjobs while she was waiting for the knot to
subside. When the dog's cock slid out of her pussy, Holly stood up slowly,
trembling from the strain of servicing the dog, her body covered with sweat.
Shannen hugged her and told her how great she looked -- and then it was
Shannen's turn to perform.
Both girls are short -- Holly is 5 feet 2 and Shannen is 5 feet 4 -- but
Shannen is thin as a rail, just a wisp of a girl. Holly is almost pudgy in
places, with a thick waist, and Shannen looks much more frail and feminine.
She stood there naked while a pony was led in, and there were audible gasps
as she got down on her knees and started to massage the horse's penis,
rubbing her breasts against it as it began to stiffen. When it got erect, it
was as big as Shannen's arm, and she bent over a table with her legs spread
as a handler positioned the pony behind the naked girl. The horse raised its
forelegs onto the table as it poked around with its penis, trying to find
Shannen's pussy -- and suddenly the tip of the erect cock found her vagina.
She yelped in pain and fear as she was penetrated, and the horse began
thrusting wildly while Shannen held onto the table. It didn't take long for
the horse to cum, and a gush of semen flooded out of her gaping twat as the
horse dismounted her. Its cock was softening, but Shannen quickly got down
on her knees and took the tip of the cock in her mouth and sucked it, then
opened her mouth to show the men that it was full of horse semen -- and then
she swallowed it. She sucked two more mouthfuls of sperm from the horse's
cock and swallowed them, then stood up and put her arms around its neck and
kissed it.
Most of the men watching this spectacle were masturbating by the time the
horse was led out. The sight of a tiny girl like Holly having sex with a
horse was enough to make any man's cock fully erect within seconds. Shannen
ran over to Holly and kissed her, and Holly smiled proudly. Then both girls
lay down and spread their legs, and held hands for the next three hours
while every man there fucked them at least once. Some of the men screwed
both girls, watching them servicing the other men while their cocks got hard
again. When the men were finished with them, the girls turned on their sides
and hugged each other, then had sex with each other as the men were leaving.
The sex parties continued for the first three seasons of "Charmed" -- but
then Shannen left the show suddenly. Holly wanted to continue the sex
parties on the set, but Alyssa Milano wasn't interested -- she just likes to
be a cock teaser, signing autographs with her blouse hanging open while she
pretends to be outraged at the nude pictures of her all over the internet.
Holly did one party with Rose McGowan, but Rose was such a little hottie,
all the men wanted to screw her, and Holly got frustrated and left early.
CHAPTER 5: Holly and David
Holly started to think about what she really wanted in life, including her
new boyfriend, David Donoho, who worked on "Charmed" as a key grip. She had
been married to Brian Smith for four years starting in 1993, but she was
never happy with him. David really loved her, and they enjoyed working
together on "Charmed." They met at one of the sex parties in 2000 -- David
was fucking Shannen and he asked Holly to watch. Holly got down on her knees
beside Shannen and looked straight at David while he screwed Shannen, and as
he looked back at Holly, she leaned in and kissed him. He put his arms
around her and they kissed while he kept fucking Shannen. He put one hand
between Holly's legs and finger-fucked her to three orgasms while he
continued to screw Shannen, who was watching them and moaning as David's big
cock drove her crazy. When he was ready to cum, David broke the kiss long
enough to say breathlessly to Holly, "I should be fucking you." Holly
grinned and kissed him while he ejaculated in Shannen's cunt, then David and
Holly lay down together and held each other, kissing and petting until
David's cock got hard again.
Shannen wanted one more chance at David -- she could see he and Holly had
something serious going on -- so she waited while he got on top of Holly and
stuck his cock in her pussy, then Shannen squatted beside them and put one
hand between David's legs and started to massage his balls while he fucked
Holly. David groaned with pleasure as his cock stiffened inside Holly, and
he gave her the fuck of her life, making her cum four times before he
finally dumped his load in her twat. Shannen massaged his testicles all the
time he was inside Holly, and it seemed like he would never stop cumming as
Shannen milked his balls, wanting Holly to have every drop of his sweet hot
semen. Holly's eyes were shining with tears of happiness, and she looked up
and Shannen and thanked her. Shannen was crying too, thrilled that her best
friend had found such a great guy.
Holly and David started living together in 2001, and Holly stopped doing sex
parties because she wanted to be faithful to David. But after a year or so,
Holly decided she wasn't getting enough satisfaction from having sex with
David. He loved her and he was great in bed, but Holly had been exposed to
so much sex so early in her life, she needed something more than straight
fucking to push her over the edge. She was no longer having orgasms when she
and David made love, and she knew something had to be done. David hated the
idea of her doing sex parties with other men, and he and Holly had some
long, loud arguments about it. Finally David agreed to Holly resuming sex
parties, but he set two conditions: the parties had to be off the "Charmed"
set, and Shannen had to agree to be there. David told Holly he had never
forgotten what a great fuck Shannen was, and he wanted to be able to screw
her whenever he wanted.
It hurt Holly deeply that David still wanted to fuck Shannen, but she
decided she should give in, because she was going crazy the way things were.
She asked Shannen, who was doing TV movies since she left "Charmed," and
Shannen quickly agreed. She had wanted David for herself as soon as she saw
him -- when he fucked her at the party where he met Holly, Shannen was
jealous when he kissed Holly while he still had his cock in Shannen's pussy,
but she had two orgasms when dumped his load inside her, and she wanted more
of his big cock.
CHAPTER 6: The Next Sex Party
Shannen had a nice house in Malibu, so she and Holly set up a party there
for the weekend, and 26 men came. Holly and Shannen were the only girls
there. When the men arrived, the girls were naked, wearing nothing except
matching 5-inch high heels with ankle straps. They were laying back across a
table by the door, their legs raised and pulled back so their knees almost
touched their shoulders, with their slut shoes dangling in the air, and
their pussies completely exposed. Each girl had a large dildo in her cunt,
shaped like an erect black penis, and each man gave the dildos a few thrusts
as he came in, just to hear the girls gasp as their pussies were stretched
by the dildos. David sat in a chair on the other side of the hall and
watched, his eyes on Shannen almost the whole time.
Beer and sandwiches were set up on a sideboard in the living room, and after
all the men arrived, the girls dismounted the table and walked slowly into
the living room, their legs apart as they held the dildos with both hands,
to keep them from sliding out of their wet pussies. Both girls had vaginal
secretions running down their legs, and the sticky juices glistened in the
bright lights. They stood together in the middle of the room, facing each
other, and slowly squatted until the dildos touched the polished wood floor.
Then they held hands as they bent their legs further, lowering their bodies
closer to the floor, forcing the dildos deeper into their gaping cunts. The
two round little asses touched the floor at the same time, as the dildos
disappeared inside the girls. They grinned at each other and leaned forward
to they could kiss, allowing the dildos to slide a few inches out of their
twats, then they broke the kiss and leaned back, and the dildos penetrated
them again. They kept this up for a while, slowly fucking themselves on the
dildos as they exchanged hot kisses and played with each other's dangling
breasts. Both girls were red-faced from the effort of squatting so low, and
their faces were covered with sweat as they excited each other. Their high
heels meant it took a lot of effort to bend their knees enough to touch
their asses to the floor, and the strain showed on their faces and their
bodies -- these little sluts were really working hard to please the men
watching them. Most of the men had their cocks out, rubbing them slowly as
the girls fucked themselves.
Finally Shannen leaned back enough to allow the dildo to slide out of her
pussy, and it plopped down on the floor, upright, glistening brightly with
her cunt slime. Holly did the same, and then the girls exchanged dildos, and
moved a little further apart. They stood up, then used both hands to spread
their ass cheeks apart as they squatted over the dildos, positioning their
bodies so the tips of the dildos were directly under their assholes. Both
girls penetrated themselves at the same moment, gasping a little as their
anal rings stretched to accommodate the large heads of the dildos, then
relaxing as the shafts got past their rectums and slid deeper into their
bowels. They once again squatted as low as they could, not stopping until
their asses touched the floor and the dildos disappeared inside their
bodies. Then the girls lay back on the floor, carefully so the dildos
weren't forced too deep into their asses, and when they were on their backs,
they raised their legs and spread them. The change of position forced the
dildos deeper inside their assholes, and both girls winced in pain as their
anal rings tightened around the shafts.
The girls held their legs in the air, their "fuck me" shoes dangling as they
waited to be mounted. The first two men got between their legs and
penetrated them, and the party began. There wasn't any talking or laughter
or any other sounds except the steady slurping noises made by two cocks
pistoning in and out of two pussies. Sometimes the girls grunted with pain
or discomfort when the cocks went in especially deep, and the men made
little pig-like noises as they concentrated on screwing the little sluts.
This was not a convivial gathering -- the men were there for only one
purpose, to fuck these girls as many times as they could. The men were
totally unconcerned about the girls' feelings -- they were famous actresses
in the real world, but in this room they were just two pieces of meat,
pretty little fuckholes to be used as sperm receptacles. The men paid about
as much attention to the naked girls on the floor as they would to toilets
or urinals in the mens room -- just places to dump bodily fluids when they
got the urge.
CHAPTER 7: Some History
Holly and Shannen were used to being treated like whores, because that's how
most of the men at sex parties treat the girls there -- and both girls had
things in their family background that led them straight to this room,
laying on their backs while a lot of men took turns with them.
Holly had been told over and over again by her father -- who was also her
grandfather -- that all girls are whores, and she often heard it while she
was in bed with him while he raped her mother. He liked to stick three
fingers in Holly's virgin pussy and finger-fuck her while he screwed her
mother -- Holly was 8 years old at the time -- and when he deflowered her
later that year, he told her that she had better get used to having things
forced inside her, because that's what happens to whores. He told her she
was a whore just like her mother, and she didn't deserve to fall in love and
have a boyfriend -- all she deserved was cocks in her worthless pussy, if
she could find a man willing to dirty his penis by sticking it into her.
As she got older, Holly was criticized constantly by Lauralei for being too
fat. By age 17 she had attained her full height of 5 feet 2 and weighed 120
pounds, about ten pounds above the "normal" weight for a girl of that
height, but unfortunately Holly's waist was not slim, and her tummy
protruded a little below her navel. Her arms and legs were somewhat bulbous,
not at all slim, and alongside a girl like Shannen, Holly did look a little
fat. Because her body was shaped like it was, her breasts looked small,
while Shannen's tits -- almost exactly the same bra and cup size -- looked
much more exciting to men. Holly had to wear a padded bra for the first
season of `Charmed" and that reinforced her feelings of inferiority. Every
day Holly went to work with Shannen, knowing Shannen had done a layout for
Playboy Magazine in 1993, and after she left "Charmed" she did another more
revealing layout in 2003 and was on the cover. Holly thought about this a
lot, and it just made her feel worse about her body.
The costumes on "Charmed" were skimpy and tight-fitting and sexy, but
Holly's costumes always covered more of her body and weren't as revealing as
Shannen's or Alyssa's clothes. Alyssa got breast implants a few years before
starting on "Charmed" and her tits were much bigger and more rounded than
Shannen's or Holly's. Alyssa was always given low-cut blouses or shirts to
wear, to show off her big jugs, and Shannen was given backless outfits that
were very low-cut in front. Her breasts were natural like Holly's, but
Shannen's tits looked bigger because the rest of her body was so skinny. Her
ankles were incredibly slim, and it was hard to believe she could walk or
stand up. Her jugs bounced nicely when she walked or ran, and she frequently
showed up without a bra, as Alyssa did, so her nipples would show through
her blouse. Holly's breasts were almost as big as Shannen's, but looked
smaller because Holly's body was so thick and pudgy. Holly hated her body,
and was always trying to diet a few pounds off, but never succeeding, and
standing alongside Shannen and Alyssa every day tore apart her feelings
every time she looked at their breasts.
Shannen had a pushy stage mother like Holly did, but Shannen didn't lose her
virginity until she was 11, when she got raped at a sex party on the set of
"Little House on the Prairie." Melissa Gilbert had been doing parties there
since she was 14, but the men on the crew got tired of fucking her as she
got older, and Melissa was 18 when the men talked Shannen's mother into
letting her daughter do the parties, saying it would help Shannen's career.
Melissa went to the first few parties with Shannen, and showed the little
girl how to strip for the men and how to dance naked for them before they
started screwing her. Melissa watched while Shannen was deflowered, and she
sucked some of the men's cocks to get them hard, but Shannen was the only
girl that got fucked from then on. Her sexual pattern continued when she did
"Beverly Hills 90210," where Shannen set up weekly sex parties starting in
1990 when she was 19. The men at the parties degraded her every way they
knew how, making her crawl naked from her dressing room to the set for the
parties while they kicked her and made comments about how skinny she was.
She did the Playboy photoshoot in 1994 to try to reverse the effects of four
years of degradation by these men, but it just got worse -- at the first
party after the magazine came out, the men made her strip and get down on
her knees while they stood around her and urinated on her, calling her a
media whore and talking about how small and ugly her breasts were.
By the time she was hired for "Charmed," Shannen had developed a "bad girl"
image that carried over into her sex life. She liked to go to clubs and pick
out a guy at the bar, then ask him to take her to the mens room. She would
take him into a stall and ask him to piss, and before he could flush,
Shannen would spread her legs and bend over so her head was in the toilet
bowl, and she would lap up his piss while he fucked her standing up. When he
was ready to cum, she would masturbate him into the toilet, then get down on
her knees and use her mouth to catch the strings of cum floating in the
water and swallow them. Shannen could service ten men in an evening like
this, and most of her public fights happened when men -- or other women --
told her what a dirty little slut she was. Sometimes she would slip out of a
club and go to the mens room and strip, then get down on her knees between
two of the urinals and invite men to piss down her throat when they walked
in. There was nothing too dirty or degrading for her to enjoy doing it.
Shannen told Holly a lot about her sexual history, and Holly's pussy got all
wet listening to her. Holly had never had the courage to go out and get men
for herself, but now she realized how much her cunt burned between her legs
when she listened to Shannen tell how easy it was to get herself screwed.
She decided to do whatever she needed to do to get more men to fuck her, and
that led directly to the two girls laying on their backs in Shannen's living
room while 26 men used them as fucktoys.
CHAPTER 8: Aches and Pains
Holly was exhausted after four hours on her back. She kept her legs raised
in the air all the time she was being screwed, only lowering them for a few
moments after her fucker dumped his load in her vagina and pulled his cock
out, and before her next fucker got down between her legs. She knew how sexy
she looked with her high heels dangling in the air, jerking back and forth
while she was being fucked, but the constant strain on her stomach muscles
made her whole midsection burn like fire. The dildo in her ass was wedged
against the floor under her, and dug deeper into her bowels each time her
fucker thrust into her pussy. Her body was covered with sweat, and she could
smell her own cunt -- a musky, salty, slightly fishy smell that made her
brain sizzle. Her legs and groin were covered with strings of sperm that
leaked out of her fuckers' cocks as they pulled out of her cunt. She smelled
like a sewer, from her own sweat and the sweat her fuckers had deposited on
her body, and from a yellowish discharge oozing out of her twat. The
discharge was pus from a blister that had developed on her vaginal wall,
caused by the friction of so many cocks rubbing so roughly against her soft
inner flesh. It hurt like a papercut each time she was penetrated, but she
had learned to hide her sexual pain, and her fuckers thought she was having
the time of her life, moving her hips to meet their thrusts as they gave her
a good screwing. She was having orgasms -- she didn't have to fake those --
and the fact that she could still have orgasms after being penetrated more
than 40 times proved what a hot little slut she was.
Shannen was in the same condition as Holly, and her body smelled about as
bad. Her legs were slimmer than Holly's, so it was easier to hold them in
the air while she was being fucked, but the extreme slimness of her body
meant she had to work harder because she had less strength and muscle tone.
She hadn't developed a blister in her vagina yet, but her rectum was burning
from the irritation of the big dildo moving in and out of her bowels while
she got screwed. A little blood had trickled out of her ass onto the floor
under her, and her pussy was oozing a steady stream of vaginal juices that
had pooled on the floor between her open legs. She felt like she had a quart
of cum inside her, a bloated feeling like she needed to use the bathroom.
She and Holly had decided to let the men fuck them without wearing condoms,
if they had recent blood tests showing they were clean, because both girls
loved the heavenly feeling of a hard cock spurting inside their cunts. They
both had orgasms while the men were ejaculating inside them, and they were
worn out from the number of cums they had in such a short period. Each
fucker gave each girl between three and ten orgasms while he was fucking
her, and the girls were frazzled by the electricity shooting through their
bodies each time they spasmed over the cock inside them.
Laying on their backs on the hardwood floor for hours at a time was terribly
uncomfortable for the girls, but all the orgasms made it worth the
discomfort. Shannen felt the pain more than Holly because she was so skinny
-- her buttocks had less meat on them than Holly's did, and Shannen felt
sharp pains in her lower back and her ass with every stroke of the cock in
her pussy. Holly's back hurt too, and her own buttocks were irritated from
being forced against the hard floor for so many hours.
CHAPTER 9: David Fucks Shannen
David was sitting in an armchair, eating sandwiches and drinking beer,
watching his wife and Shannen service the other men. He had a good view of
both girls laying there, turning tricks like little whores, and as he
watched Holly getting screwed, he began to think about how fat she was. Not
fat, really, but a little pudgy in all the wrong places. Her thighs were
big, even though she was a very small girl, and her upper arms looked heavy
and bulbous. There was a little roll of fat around her midsection, and her
stomach looked bloated, even when she was laying on her back. Her breasts
lolled to the sides and jiggled like jelly with every little movement of her
body as the man between her legs thrust into her. David began to wonder what
he had ever seen in her that attracted him. She was a naked girl laying
right there in front of him, and all he could see was the sweat on her face
and the plainness of her body. He could hear the juicy slurping sounds her
vagina made as the cock pistoned in and out of her snatch, and he remembered
all the times he had made love to her, and he couldn't believe he had ever
been excited by any part of her body. He could smell her cunt now, the same
sour, fetid smell that made him a little sick every time he made love to
her, It reminded him of the way garbage smells when it's left out in the sun
too long.
He could smell Shannen's cunt, too, but that odor attracted him. It was
strong and salty like Holly's, but there was a sweetness in Shannen's smell,
a musky underlying aroma that made David want to put his head between her
legs and rub his face in her pussy. He looked at Shannen laying there naked
on her back, just like Holly -- but Shannen didn't look at all like Holly.
Shannen was so slim, so excitingly thin that it made David's cock stiffen
every time he saw her. Her arms and legs were so long and slender, and her
thighs were only slightly bigger than her calves -- her legs were like
matchsticks, and there was a gap between her thighs when she stood up. Her
ankles were so tiny and narrow, it was hard to believe she didn't fall down
when she tried to walk. She looked so tiny, so fragile, so sweet, and her
stomach was completely flat. Her hips flared a little, and her breasts were
big without being flabby like Holly's tits. Shannen's areolas were small and
brown, no more than an inch wide, but her nipples were thick and long when
they were erect, sticking out like little cocks on her chest. Her big eyes
and her mouth were exciting, and when she smiled, her face looked like she
had just been told a dirty joke.
Shannen was such a little hottie! David knew she often shot whole episodes
of "Charmed" without wearing underwear, and she seemed to enjoy it when she
"accidentally" flashed the crew while doing some stage business. David had
seen her pussy at least eight times on the set, and several times she caught
him looking up her skirt and smiled at him. He had talked to some of the
crew on "Beverly Hills 90210" and they said she did the same thing on that
show -- but she was so much younger then, starting that show when she was
just 19. David had watched lots of those episodes in reruns, and Shannen's
face and body were even more exciting then -- those thick dark eyebrows, and
those lips! Every time he saw her on the set of "Charmed" he wanted to touch
her, and when he fucked her at the party on the set, her tight pussy had
driven him crazy. Holly had a small pussy because she was a small girl, but
inside she was loose, and that was the main reason David couldn't cum when
he fucked her now. Shannen was so hot and tight, it was like her vagina was
gripping his cock, milking it for every drop of semen -- and David wanted
her now.
He stood up and walked over to where the girls were laying on the floor.
Some guy was screwing Holly hard, and she barely noticed David standing
there. But Shannen looked up at David, moving her head a little so she could
see past her fucker's head, and she stared straight at David as she smiled a
little. Her head jerked with each thrust of the cock into her pussy, and her
high heels were jiggling as she held her long legs in the air while she
serviced the man between her legs. Still looking at David, she put her arms
around her fucker and moved her head so she could lick his ear, and he
groaned as he speeded up his thrusting, and then he ejaculated inside her.
He rolled off of Shannen and stood up and moved over to the sofa.
Shannen lay there with her legs open, and David could smell the fresh sperm
leaking out of her twat. She smiled at David and held out her arms, and he
unzipped his pants and got down between her legs. He glanced over at Holly
and saw her looking at him as her head jerked back and forth. Her fucker was
pounding his cock into her pussy so hard that she was grunting with each
stroke, but her eyes were on David as he got ready to penetrate Shannen.
Shannen raised her slim legs, thrusting her groin forward lewdly and drawing
her legs back until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. David
looked at Holly, and kept his eyes on her as he shoved his cock in Shannen's
open cunt. Shannen gasped as the big cock slid into her pussy, lubricated by
all the semen that had been dumped inside her. David started to screw
Shannen, but he was still looking at Holly -- and then he grinned at his
wife, a sneering grin that was full of scorn. "Now this is what I call a
good fuck," he said, and Holly's eyes filled with tears. Her fucker dumped
his load in her pussy, and Holly pushed him off of her. She sat up, her
floppy tits hanging down as she watched what David was doing to Shannen.
David motioned Holly to come to him. She got up on her hands and knees and
crawled over beside Shannen, and David told her to lay down. The two girls
were laying side by side, and David continued thrusting into Shannen while
he shifted his upper body over on top of Holly and started to kiss her. He
put his hand on her left breast and squeezed hard, and Holly gasped and
broke the kiss, glaring up at him. David took her nipple between his fingers
and pinched it hard enough to make her yelp with pain. He rolled Holly's
stiff nipple in his fingers as he whispered to her, his face just inches
from hers. "Look at what I'm fucking here, Holly -- this is what a beautiful
girl looks like... nice and slender, with a tight little cunt..." He thrust
faster into Shannen's pussy as he lowered his head and opened his mouth and
stuck his tongue in Holly's mouth. She struggled, but he was too strong for
her, and she had to endure his tongue probing in her mouth while he screwed
another girl right beside her. Holly was crying when David finally pulled
away from her. He shifted his body back to Shannen, pushing Holly away as he
fucked Shannen faster, making her gasp with one orgasm after another. Holly
just lay there and cried quietly while her husband screwed her best friend
right in front of her.
David grunted like a pig and thrust deeper into Shannen's twat as his body
went rigid for a moment, and then he ejaculated inside her. She had another
orgasm as he filled her vagina with warm sperm. While he was still cumming,
he opened his eyes and looked straight at Holly, his lips twisting as he
worked to force every drop of his semen into Shannen's cunt, thrusting into
her while his cock spurted in her warm pussy, slowing as his flow decreased,
and finally pulling his cock out of her, leaving a long string of sperm on
her legs as he stood up.
Shannen looked at Holly with apology and concern, and Holly went back to her
spot and lay down. "Who's next?" she asked, opening her legs as one of the
men got down between her legs. Another man went over to Shannen, and both
girls got penetrated again.
CHAPTER 10: The Party Winds Down
The fucking went on for another three hours before the men started to get
tired. All of them had fucked both girls at least once by then, and several
men had screwed each girl twice. When a man had trouble getting an erection,
he got down beside one of the girls so she could rub his cock until he got
hard. Some of the men masturbated on the girls when their cocks weren't
quite hard enough to fuck them -- they stood over Holly or Shannen and
looked down at the little slut, watching her face as another man screwed
her, watching her body jerk with each thrust from the cock inside her, and
when the man was ready to cum, he pushed her hand away and rubbed his cock
until he dumped his load on the girl's face or breasts.
The men were lounging around the room, their soft cocks still leaking
dribbles of cum as the last two fuckers finished with Holly and Shannen. The
girls dropped their legs to the floor and lay there exhausted, with warm
sperm oozing out of their gaping cunts. The dildos were still in their
asses, and they wanted to give the men one last little show, so the girls
carefully stood up, using one hand to hold the dildo in their asses as they
walked to the entry hall with their legs wide apart. They sat down carefully
on the table by the door, forcing the dildos deep into their bowels, then
leaned back and lifted their legs one more time. Holly's stomach muscles
were on fire with pain, and Shannen's legs were trembling with the effort to
hold them in the air. The first two men to leave inserted beer bottles in
the girls' splayed pussies, and as each man passed by, he screwed the girls
with the bottles a little. Most of the men told them they were great fucks,
and finally the entry hall was silent as the last man closed the front door
behind him. Only then did the girls remove the beer bottles from their
cunts, and then they stood up and slowly expelled the dildos from their
rectums.
Holly put her arms around Shannen and told her, "I know it's not your fault.
David is such a piece of shit." Shannen held her close for a moment, then
they went to bathe and douche themselves. They left David sitting in the
living room, waiting to drive Holly home.
CHAPTER 11: Holly's Life Goes to Hell
Holly didn't speak to David as they drove home after the sex party. She was
still crying, feeling betrayed and degraded by what he had done with
Shannen. Besides her feelings, she also had to deal with her physical
condition -- her back and buttocks hurt from laying on the hardwood floors
for hours in Shannen's house, and her vagina was raw and sore from being
fucked more than 70 times. After her shower and douche, she had inserted a
tampon because semen was still leaking out of her pussy -- she had been
screwed so many times, even douching didn't clean all the cum out of her
vagina. Her anus was bleeding a little from having the dildo inside her all
the time the men were fucking her, and she had to keep shifting in the car
seat because it hurt to sit down. She knew she would have some pain for a
few days whenever she had a bowel movement, until the small fissures in her
anus, rectum and bowel were healed. Usually all the pain and discomfort was
worth it, because she had so many orgasms at sex parties -- but this time
the pain was deeper and harsher because of the way David had treated her.
Holly had died a little when David kissed her while his cock was still
inside Shannen. She could see the contempt on his face as he looked at her
body -- her fat, ugly, flabby body. All the insecurities that had plagued
her for years came back in force, and it made her head hurt. She had always
felt pudgy, especially when she was near Shannen, and how it was clear that
David felt the same way. When they got home, they didn't speak for the rest
of the evening, and Holly spent the whole time sitting in an armchair in the
living room, alone, crying quietly.
The next day on the set of "Charmed," David came to Holly's dressing room.
Her eyes brightened with the hope that he wanted to make up with her, but
her spirits sank when she saw his face, glowering and solemn. He slouched in
a chair and told her he didn't want to have sex with her anymore because her
body repelled him now. He told her he was going to break up with her, but
Holly begged him to stay with her. She had been traumatized as a child when
Lauralei told her about her divorce, and Holly had vowed to keep her own
marriage together at any cost when she married Brian Smith in 1993. Her
divorce four years later was a shattering experience for her, and her
fondest hope was to get married and have some children with a loving
husband. Despite all the troubles they had, Holly still dreamed about
marrying David, and she would do whatever it took to make her dream come
true.
She told David she would let him make love to any girl he wanted and she
would never complain -- anything to hold their relationship together in the
public eye. She had spoken to women's groups about the importance of couples
staying together, especially when they had children, and she knew her
reputation would be destroyed if her own relationship failed. She pleaded
with David, and finally he agreed to stay with her -- but only if she agreed
to do whatever he told her in the area of sex. Holly quickly agreed, feeling
like she had won the argument -- but then David gave her a little glimpse of
what he had in mind.
He opened the door to the dressing room a little, then told Holly to get
down on her knees in front of him. She told him she was due of the set, but
he just looked at her, so she dropped to her knees. He looked down at her
face, and told her to open his pants and take out his cock and kiss it.
Holly glanced nervously at the door, and leaned over to push it shut, but
David grabbed her hand and told her to leave it. She glared up at him, but
she knew she had no choice. She unzipped his pants and took out his soft
cock, then kissed the tip quickly. She looked over at the door. "Can I go
now, please?" But David wasn't finished with her. He told her to get him
hard with her mouth. Holly frowned, disgusted, but David put his hands on
her ears and jerked her head down on his cock. She yelped in pain, trying to
avoid yelling too loud, then lowered her head and took the cock in her
mouth. She licked it a little, then started to suck it, moving her head up
and down on the shaft as the cock meat hardened. Her lips twisted with
revulsion as she licked the cock until it was fully erect. She pulled her
head back and looked up at him. "It's hard now. Can I go?"
David took his cock in one hand while he grabbed a handful of Holly's long
hair. He held her head in place while he masturbated quickly. She tried to
twist away, but he had a firm hold on her hair, and it hurt. She glared up
at him, and he sneered, "I'm thinking about Shannen now -- not you," and he
closed his eyes. Holly tied to push him away, but he rubbed his cock faster,
and suddenly he exploded in her face. She took three large globs on sperm on
her face, and another thick one shot up into her hair. David rubbed slower
now, milking his cock onto her forehead, the warm semen oozing slowly down
into Holly's eyes and over her cheeks. Some of the cum dripped off her chin
onto her blouse, staining it noticeably. Holly had her eyes closed tight,
her arms rigid at her sides, just trying to get through this. David said
harshly, "Open your mouth!" Holly had tears of anger and shame in her eyes
as she obeyed, and she felt a large glob of cum spurt into her mouth and run
down her throat. There was so much sperm, she gagged on it, coughing, but
she couldn't bring it up, and had to swallow it. Her stomach heaved as she
tried not to vomit.
David wiped his cock in her hair, then put it back in his pants and zipped
up. He looked down at Holly, still on her knees, with his semen dripping off
her face and chin. "What a stupid cunt." He went out the door, leaving it
wide open, and Holly quickly went over and slammed it shut. Several crew
members were passing by, and she was afraid they saw her with cum on her
face before she got the door closed. She started to cry, then jerked her
head around as someone knocked loudly. "Five minutes, Miss Combs." She
called out that she was on her way, then quickly took off her semen-stained
blouse. She wiped the sperm out of her hair and off her face, tears of shame
running down her cheeks as she used the hair dryer briefly. She put on a
clean blouse, then hurried to the set to shoot her next scene. Just before
the camera rolled, she saw a small glob of cum on her skirt, and quickly
wiped it off as best she could. She flubbed her lines in the scene, and had
to shoot it three times before she got it right.
CHAPTER 12: An Intense Sex Party
David told Holly he wanted her and Shannen to set up another sex party for
Friday night. Holly called Shannen and she agreed, and said they could use
her house again. David had said he would find men to come to the party, so
when he and Holly arrived at Shannen's house, Holly didn't know who would be
there. When Shannen opened the door, Holly smiled and hugged her friend,
then stepped inside with David and glanced into the living room. There were
about 60 men there -- and all of them were Negroes or Mexicans. Holly had
had sex with some non-white men at parties, but she didn't like the idea of
this many of them at one party. Her mother had told her some stories about
Negro men, and Holly knew they all had big cocks and they all liked to hurt
white woman during sex. She whispered to Shannen, who said David had handled
getting the men there -- and Shannen said she was nervous about it, too. She
had dated some Negroes, but she was such a tiny girl, she was afraid of the
damage their big cocks could do to her internally. She told Holly she had
sex with a Negro in 1995 and it tore her vagina a little, and she didn't
really want to do this party, but the men were already there. The girls
decided to go ahead, but if anything bad started to happen, they would just
leave.
The girls went and stood in the middle of the living room and stripped
slowly while the men watched and laughed and joked in Spanish. When Shannen
was naked, one of the Mexicans pushed her down on the floor and unzipped his
pants and stuck his cock in her pussy. Holly was pushed down on the floor
while she still had her bra on, but one of the Negroes pulled it off and got
between her legs. The girls were laying side by side, and both of their
fuckers didn't last long, dumping their loads quickly. Shannen took Holly's
hand and held it while the next two men mounted the girls. These were both
Mexicans, and they were all sweaty and dirty. Holly recoiled at the smell,
but she let her fucker penetrate her, and his cock felt like a hot sausage
being inserted in her twat. She looked at Shannen, and she could tell that
Shannen thought it was icky, too.
After the girls had each serviced ten or twelve men, Holly noticed David
talking to about 15 of the other men in the dining room. They were all
laughing, and David pointed at Holly as he talked to them. The men came into
the living room, and David told Holly's fucker to finish up. The man was
already starting to cum, and he dumped his load and got off of Holly. David
squatted down beside her, grinning. "These guys are going to have a little
contest to see how fast they can fuck you. I told them I'd give them $100
each if they can all screw you in less than an hour. Should be fun, right?"
He stood up and clapped his hands, and one of the Mexicans quickly got down
between Holly's legs. She looked at Shannen, but there was a big Negro
fucking her, and she just looked vacantly at Holly as she had an orgasm.
Holly gasped as her fucker tried to jam his half-hard cock up her snatch. He
used his fingers to try to force the flaccid organ into her cunt, but it was
just too soft. He took it out of Holly's pussy and rubbed it fast with one
hand while he slapped Holly's face with the other. She yelped in pain, and
angrily started to sit up -- but one of the other men was holding her
shoulders down against the floor.
CHAPTER 13: The Contest
Holly struggled, but the man was holding her too tight. She couldn't get up.
Her fucker slapped her again, and his cock stiffened -- he enjoyed hurting
white girls, got sexual pleasure from it. He took her right breast in his
hand and squeezed hard, and Holly grunted in pain. His cock was fully erect
now, and he held her cunt lips open as he penetrated her. Holly's body
jerked with pain as the man thrust into her as hard as he could. He fucked
her like a jackhammer, slamming his cock into her like a dog fucking a bitch
in heat. After only a minute or two, he grunted like a pig and dumped his
load in her twat. While he was still cumming he jerked his cock out of her
pussy and the next man, a Negro, rushed to get his cock into Holly's
fuckhole. The other men were standing in a circle watching and cheering, and
the Negro was sweating as he penetrated Holly. His cock was huge, and it
felt like a five-cell flashlight being forced into Holly's vagina. She
screamed and tried to push him off, but two other men grabbed her arms and
held her as the Negro thrust into her until his pubic hair touched her pussy
lips. She groaned in pain and disgust, her face twisting into a grimace as
her body jerked with each thrust as her fucker pistoned into her twat again
and again. He took a little longer, screwing her for about five minutes
before he was ready to cum. He exploded inside her, jabbing his cock into
her as he filled her with his ropey sperm, then he pulled out and gave her a
sloppy kiss on the lips. Holly shook her head, trying to get his saliva off
her face as the next man took his place between her open legs.
Shannen wanted to help, but the men kept fucking her one after another, and
they wouldn't let her get up. She felt for Holly's hand, but the men were
still holding her arms. Shannen could hear Holly grunting and screaming and
she knew it was bad. Holly's eyes were wide with fear and panic as she
looked at Shannen desperately. Tears of anger and embarrassment were running
down Holly's cheeks as another Mexican stuck his cock in her pussy. He
forced his big cock into her savagely and she yelped as she felt a sharp
pain in her vagina. She knew he had torn her inside, and she struggled,
trying to get up again, but the three men held her down while her fucker
reamed her out. The small tear in her vaginal wall hurt like a knife each
time he thrust into her, and she was mewling like an animal in pain. Her
face and body were covered with heavy sweat, and the man had his full weight
on her and she was having trouble breathing. He was sweating on her, his
body soaked with sweat and dripping down on her body and into her eyes. The
salty sweat burned her eyes and Holly started to sob, feeling completely
alone and abandoned.
Holly knew how degrading this was, laying there naked on her back while all
these men screwed her as fast as they could without the slightest regard for
her, treating her like a piece of meat. Sometimes when that happened she
enjoyed it -- it made her feel like such a little slut and she loved the
feeling -- but this time there was nothing except pain and humiliation and
shame in what was happening to her. Her body was trembling with the effort
of supporting the weight of her fuckers, and her mind was starting to fray
as the punishment went on and on. She didn't know how long they had been
fucking her, but the men were cheering and yelling as one after another got
between her legs and forced his cock up her snatch. Then suddenly the noise
got louder, and Holly realized this must be the last man in the group. He
was a big Negro with a very long cock and he was trying to jam it all into
her cunt, but it was just too big for her. He started fucking her anyway,
with about five inches of his cock still outside her pussy even when he
thrust deeply into her. He was hurting her with every stroke, and the men
kept yelling for him to cum. He sped up his thrusting, making Holly's whole
body quiver as he drive into her like a jackhammer. Finally he grunted
loudly and ejaculated, filling her vagina with a huge load of warm yellowish
sperm.
He looked up at David with a big stupid grin on his face -- and David showed
him his watch, which showed one hour and four minutes elapsed time. The men
had lost the contest, and when David told them the bad news, they needed a
target for their rage -- and they all looked at Holly. This little bitch was
the reason they had lost -- if she was a good fuck, they could have won the
contest. She was just too stupid and fat and ugly -- she couldn't even give
them erections. They pleaded with David and told him it was the girl's fault
that they lost. He just grinned and told them it wasn't his problem. The men
turned to Holly, and one of them hit her in the stomach. He looked at David
to see what he would do -- and David told them mildly, "Guys, you can do
whatever you want to her -- just don't mess up her face too much because
she's on TV." Most of the men had no idea who they had been fucking, and
they moved in on Holly as Shannen yelled at them to stop. Two men were
holding Shannen down while some other men took turns fucking her, and she
couldn't help Holly.
The men told Holly to stand up, and she got to her feet unsteadily. They
told her to bend over and put her hands on her ankles. As she spread her
legs and obeyed, sperm started leaking out of her twat and running down her
legs. The men started hitting her on the ass, using their hands, then some
of them took off their belts and hit her with them. Holly was screaming at
them and yelping as they hit her, and her ass was quickly turning red. The
belts left angry red welts across her buttocks as the men hit her again and
again, moving down the backs of her legs and up to her back, marking her
body with exciting red lines that started to ooze blood. They beat Holly for
more than an hour before she passed out, crumpling to the floor face down.
The men got scared and left quickly, including the ones screwing Shannen.
She quickly got up and came over to Holly, who was starting to wake up.
Shannen cradled Holly's head against her breasts and murmured to her,
rocking back and forth until Holly was ready to try to make it to the
bathroom. Shannen helped her stand up, and the two naked girls slowly walked
toward the bathroom. Shannen's pussy was leaking cum down her legs, and both
girls left a trail of semen on the floor as they walked.
David was still sitting in the living room, just watching them, and both
girls glared at him as they stumbled down the hall. But then Holly broke
away from Shannen and limped back into the living room. David was on his
feet when she got to him, and she started hitting him with both hands,
throwing punches wildly, a low guttural sound coming from her throat. Her
breasts bounced around as she tried to reach him, but he held her off so she
couldn't connect. She screamed at him as she flailed around. "You fucking
bastard... slimy piece of shit... how could you do this to me?!" David
grabbed her arms and turned her around, so he had his arms wrapped around
her from behind. She kept struggling for a moment, then just ran out of
energy. David held her tight with one hand while he used his other hand to
caress her bare breasts. "You'll get over it, sweetie -- you and that other
cunt are the biggest sluts I know." He threw her toward the door, and she
fell on the floor as her legs went out from under her. Shannen helped her up
and the two girls headed for the bathroom.
CHAPTER 14: Holly's New Life
After the girls got themselves cleaned up, Shannen went out and told David
she would take Holly home -- she didn't want to ride in the same car with
him. David shrugged and left. Shannen took Holly to the emergency room
because her vagina was bleeding, and Holly had to endure a lot of time on an
examination table with her legs open. She had douched three times at
Shannen's house, so the doctors wouldn't know about the sex party -- but the
welts from the beatings were still visible on Holly's back and legs. The
doctors wanted to report it as a case of spousal abuse, and Holly had to
talk fast to get them to drop the idea. She knew it would ruin her
reputation if any word of this got out, and she would be fired from
"Charmed," so she concocted a story about an accident on the set of a movie
she was making (she wasn't, but she hoped they didn't know that). Finally
they agreed to release her without filing a report. They gave her some
ointment for the small tear in her vagina and told her to avoid sex for a
week. Back in the car, Holly thought about going back to Shannen's house,
but she had to face David sometime, so she asked Shannen to take her home.
David was there, waiting for her, and Holly went in and stood looking at him
silently. Finally she spoke quietly. "You really hurt me today."
David's face twisted into a horrible mask. His angry scream echoed through
the house. "You little bitch, how do you think I felt when you told me you
didn't like having sex with me any more?! How would any man feel?" He
stopped suddenly, and his face became bland and expressionless. "It's OK
now, because you're going to pay for saying that to me. You're going to pay
for every little cunt that ever said that to any man."
He stood up. Holly took a step backward, suddenly afraid of this man she
once loved. He came over to her and dropped an envelope on the floor at her
feet. "Read that, then we'll talk." He went to the front door and left the
house. Holly heard his car start, then the sound faded as he drove away.
She sat down and opened the envelope. It was one page, handwritten, and this
is what it said:
The Rules for Holly
1. You will do whatever I tell you. If you don't, I'll be on Fox News that
night, and you can say goodbye to your life. You can say goodbye to
"Charmed" and any other show you might ever get. You won't be able to get an
acting job anywhere after I tell people what you really are.
2. You will pretend to enjoy what I tell you to do. You won't like it -- not
one fucking minute of it -- but you'll smile like a whore and beg for more,
or I'm on the news that night. We'll see how good an actress you really are.
That was all it said. The writing was hard to read, angular and shaky, but
Holly made it out all right. She felt a cold lump in her throat that slowly
spread throughout her body. What did David have in mind? What in the world
was he thinking about?
David came home later that night, but he didn't speak to Holly at all. He
had moved his things into one of the guest rooms, and she didn't see him at
all.
CHAPTER 15: A New Low in Holly's Life
The next day Holly got a message from David. She was in her dressing room
getting ready to film a scene when someone knocked on the door, and when she
opened it, a big Negro man was standing there, one of the cleaning staff. He
asked if he could come in, and Holly stepped back, a little puzzled. She had
seen the man around the studio, but had never spoken to him. What could he
want with her?
The man closed the door, and as he turned, he took Holly's left hand in his
right hand. He squeezed hard, bending her wrist painfully, and she dropped
to her knees, tears of pain welling up in her eyes as she stared at the man
and groaned. He leaned down and rasped at her, "I have a message from your
boyfriend: `Make this guy happy.' So what are you going to do for me?" He
twisted Holly's wrist, and she gritted her teeth as the pain radiated up her
arm. She remembered David's note, and she realized he had set this up to
humiliate her. He could have sent a white man, but he knew how she felt
about Negroes, and he sent this guy to send her a message. She read between
the lines, and it scared her. David was telling her he would degrade and
humiliate her any way he could think of, and she had no choice but to
submit. If she didn't do whatever he told her, he would tell tales to the
media and ruin her life. Holly knew how transitory fame can be, and she
wanted to hold on to it as long as she could. She had seen Shannen forced
off the show after three seasons, and she knew Shannen loved that show more
than anything -- and Holly knew the same thing could happen to her, or
worse, because David's stories would reveal Holly's dirty sexual secrets,
and that would be the end of everything for her.
She looked up at the Negro, and tried to smile. She was still crying, but
she tried to smile as she spoke softly. "What do you want me to do? I'll do
whatever you want. Please don't hurt me... let me make you feel good..." The
Negro smiled slowly. He unzipped his pants, and told Holly to take out his
cock. Holly caught the odor emanating from between his legs, and she almost
fainted -- his groin smelled like a dirty toilet. She tried to keep her face
expressionless, but she could feel herself frowning and her lips twisting
with disgust. The Negro caught her head in his hand and pulled her against
him roughly. "You like that, white girl?" He ground her face into his groin,
and Holly struggled to pull back. His oily pubic hair was thick and bushy,
and she felt panicky as she tried to breathe. So much hair! She put her
hands on his hips and tried to push away, but he held her solidly against
him and started to thrust his hips against her face. She groaned and tried
to breathe through her mouth, but it didn't help -- the smell was making her
sick. Her lips were buried in the Negro's pubic hair, and when she opened
her mouth to breathe, the hair got in her mouth and made her gag. Her
stomach lurched and she thought she was going to vomit, but she got it under
control. She tried to raise her head to look at the Negro, and her tilted
her chin up a little. She could see he was grinning. He looked like a
gorilla. He said, "You like that, baby? You like my big dick? Want it in
your mouth?"
Holly's eyes were wide as she nodded. She didn't want to nod, but she knew
she had to. Just the thought of any part of this filthy Negro in her body
made her want to puke, but what could she do? He pushed her head back a
little and pulled his penis out of his pants. It was half hard already, and
it looked like a length of thick black garden hose. It hung down between his
legs, and it must have been ten inches long, even though it wasn't fully
erect. Holly felt her insides trembling as she looked at it. She would
rather die than put that thing in her mouth, and the idea of having it in
her pussy made her sick.
The Negro grinned at her, his thick lips and big white teeth looking like a
parody of his race. He shook his head. "Don't worry, baby, you don't have to
suck it... not yet, anyway, I have something better for you." He loosened
his belt and dropped his pants around his ankles. He wasn't wearing
underwear, and his sooty black penis hung heavily down between his legs. He
turned around, then bent over a chair in front of him. His fat niggery ass
loomed in front of Holly, and she took a step back without realizing she did
it. She stared at it dumbly for a moment, and then she heard him saying,
"You know what I want, baby. Show me how soft those pretty lips are." Holly
just stood there, her brain buzzing. She felt like the walls were closing in
on her, and her dressing room suddenly seemed very small and confining.
After a few moments, the Negro looked around at her. He wasn't smiling now.
His voice was harsh. "Get down on your knees and kiss my ass, you little
white slut. Lick it good and kiss it like it belongs to one of those white
boys you like to fuck." He spread his legs a little, and Holly could see the
meat of his penis handing pendulously between his legs. It was getting
harder now, and a few drops of clear liquid had leaked out and were hanging
wetly off the tip of the cock. His buttocks were enormous, like two dirty
pillows, and the foul odor hit her like a punch in the gut as he spread his
legs. He must not have washed for a week. Holly couldn't compare the stench
to anything she had ever smelled in her life. It was like sticking her head
in a toilet that hadn't been flushed for a week.
She wanted to run, but the Negro was between her and the door. And if she
did run and he caught her, she was afraid of what might happen to her. There
was no way out. Grimacing, she got down on her knees behind the Negro. He
saw what she was doing, and he quickly stopped her. "No no no, pussy -- I
want you naked. Come around her and take off those fine clothes before you
do me." He motioned her around in front of him, and Holly went and stood
there. She hadn't changed into her costume yet, and was wearing jeans and a
sweatshirt and running shoes. She looked at the Negro with a pained
expression on her face, but he was too interested in her body to notice. He
licked his lips. "Take off your clothes, pussy." She slipped the sweatshirt
over her head and dropped it on the floor, then took off her jeans. She
slipped the running shoes off and kicked them aside. She stood there in a
bra and a thong, wanting to cover herself with her arms, but just let them
hang at her sides. She spoke pleadingly. "Can I do it like this? You can see
almost all of me." The Negro laughed, a great booming laugh that startled
Holly. It tapered off, and he looked at her. "Whores do their thing naked.
Don't you little white whores know that? Show me your boobs, stupid."
Holly turned around and unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor, then
wiggled out of her thong. She turned back to Negro, using her arms to hide
her nakedness in the classic pose, an arm across her breasts and a hand
between her legs. The Negro motioned her to step closer, and when she did,
he jerked her arms down to her sides. Her breasts jiggled for a moment, then
hung there as Holly lowered her eyes, completely humiliated. The Negro
looked at her for a long moment, then told her to get to work. Holly moved
around behind him, then stood there motionless, wondering if there was any
way she could avoid doing this. But the Negro barked "Now!" and she quickly
got down on her knees. The putrid smell of his ass invaded her nostrils as
she knelt down, her stomach heaving at the awful odor.
She had never done this, not with any man, and she didn't really know what
to do. The Negro seemed to sense her reluctance, and he reached around with
both hands and spread his ass cheeks, exposing the puckered hole deep
between his buttocks. Holly leaned forward a little, but the sharp, sour
smell of feces hit her all at once, much stronger than before, and she
lowered her head as her stomach lurched again. He must not have wiped
himself when he had a bowel movement, Holly thought, and tears of
desperation trickled down her cheeks. She just couldn't do this! It was too
awful. She started to get up, but the Negro's voice cut through the silence
in the room. "If your pretty little head isn't in my ass in five seconds, I
call your boyfriend and tell him you aren't cooperating. Is that what you
want, pussy?"
Holly took a deep breath and held it as she leaned in and buried her
beautiful face between the Negro's buttocks. She opened her mouth a little
and extended the tip of her tongue slightly, and it found his asshole. She
could feel bits of excrement on his anus, and she quickly drew her tongue
back in her mouth -- but some of the feces entered her mouth. She felt a
wave of dizziness as she realized what had happened, but it was too late to
stop now. She forced her tongue between her lips again, and licked his ass a
little, taking more of his shit into her mouth. It was so AWFUL! The Negro
bumped his body back against her, forcing his anus against her lips, and she
jerked her upper body backward -- and she involuntarily swallowed the feces
in her mouth.
Holly coughed violently, trying to hawk up the bits of shit in her throat,
but it was too late. She could feel them moving down into her stomach, and
she burst into tears of anger and shame. The Negro just waited, holding his
ass open, and finally she realized he wasn't through with her. He wanted
more, and she slowly realized she had to do it, no matter how filthy he was.
She decided to try to make him think she liked it, so maybe he would let her
stop soon. She leaned forward and put her arms around his upper legs, and
pushed her face deep into the crevice between his ass cheeks. He let go of
his buttocks, and the massive folds of flesh captured her, holding her head
in place. She pulled him tighter against her and licked his ass, moving her
head up and down as she ran her tongue all over his anus and the surrounding
wrinkled flesh, letting saliva run out of her mouth to lubricate him. She
found the center of his asshole, and forced her tongue into it as deep as
she could, moving it in a swirling motion as she reamed his ass. The Negro
made a little sound of satisfaction, and took her left hand and put it on
his penis. Holly was stunned as she gripped the cock -- it was fully erect
now, and it felt like a baseball bat in her hand. She put her other hand on
it and started to rub it slowly as she kept licking his ass. God, it was so
BIG! It was so heavy that it didn't stick straight out, but pointed downward
as she touched it. She moved one hand to his massive balls, and they were
each as big as a tennis ball. She squeezed gently, and he groaned again as
his cock stiffened in her other hand. She could barely reach the head of the
penis, it was so long.
She puckered her lips and kissed his ass, smooching her lips against his
anus again and again, moving her head back and forth. He told her in a
ragged voice that he had a surprise for her -- and then he farted in her
face. The sour swamp gas spewed out of his rectum right into Holly's
nostrils, and she felt a huge wave of nausea that made her weak. Her head
was swimming, but she tried to keep kissing his ass, lapping at it with her
tongue like a bitch in heat.
Suddenly the Negro straightened up and turned around, dislodging her face
from between his buttocks. She looked up at him dumbly, then looked down and
saw huge head of his cock an inch from her lips. He stared down at her, his
face covered with sweat. "Show me how much you love me, pussy." He held his
cock in one hand as he pushed her mouth open with the other, then put his
hand behind her head as he inserted the head of his cock in her open mouth.
It was too big for her, but he forced her head down on the cock as he thrust
it into her mouth, and she gagged on it. He didn't stop -- he jammed the
cock meat into her small mouth until it blocked her throat completely.
Holly's eyes widened as she realized he could suffocate her with his penis.
A spasm ran through her body, the prehistoric reaction of a human body to a
life-threatening situation. Her arms dropped to her sides as her entire
focus centered on the cock filling her mouth. She was trying to breathe
through her nose, but she started to feel light-headed because she wasn't
getting enough air.
The Negro put his hands over her ears and jerked her head forward and back,
forcing himself into her mouth, with most of his huge dick still outside her
mouth. He put one hand on the shaft and rubbed it furiously, masturbating
into her mouth. Holly's face was a deep red now, almost blue from oxygen
deprivation, and she was staring vacantly up at him without really seeing
him. As she was about to pass out, she felt the cock stiffen in her mouth,
and he forced it a little deeper, so the head of the cock entered her throat
as he started to cum. She felt the cock throbbing heavily in her mouth as
the thick ropey sperm spurted directly into her throat, She swallowed
reflexively again and again as the torrent of warm semen flooded down her
throat. Finally the flow slowed down, and the Negro pulled his cock out of
Holly's gaping mouth. Semen was still flowing out of the big cock and the
Negro moved it over Holly's face, leaving long thick strings of sperm on her
forehead and cheeks. Her eyes were awash with the yellowish cream, and some
of it ran down into her ears. The Negro was still rubbing his cock as the
last of his massive load oozed out on Holly's soiled face. When he was
finished, he wiped his cock in her hair, the sat down heavily in the chair.
Holly was still on her knees, her body covered with sperm. The thick globs
were dripping off her face onto her breasts, and both nipples were soaked
with cum. Some jism had run down between her breasts and across her stomach
into her pubic hair, where it glistened wetly between her open legs. She
felt exhausted from the rampaging emotions of what had been done to her, and
from the sheer physical effort she had put out. She collapsed, rolling to
her side and laying on the carpet with her knees drawn up against her
breasts, her arms wrapped around her legs in the classic fetal position. She
was crying quietly, but it was reflexive -- her brain hadn't really grasped
the full depth of the degradation she had just been through.
The Negro stood up and put on his pants. He went to the door, then turned
and looked at Holly laying naked on the floor. "You're a fine piece of ass,
baby -- such a dirty little white girl." He turned to the door, but then
turned back again. "Oh, I almost forgot -- your boyfriend told me you'd like
to see me each week so we can make love like this. So I'll see you next week
-- don't forget our date, baby."
Holly closed her eyes tight and sobbed as she heard the door open and close.
She was going to have to do this AGAIN! God, she could kill David for making
her go through this. She hated him, but she felt trapped. She lay there
sobbing for a while, and then her assistant came in and found her and got
her up onto a chair. The assistant knew about the sex parties on the set, so
she wasn't too surprised to see Holly laying there naked with sperm all over
her. She cleaned her up and helped her into her costume, but she had to use
some makeup to hide the dark circles under Holly's eyes. The past few days
had been so hard on Holly, her appearance was starting to go downhill. They
called her to the set, and she got through her scenes, but it was so hard to
keep from crying.
CHAPTER 16: Holly Gets Sick
Three days after her encounter with the Negro in her dressing room, Holly
began to have stomach cramps, and a visit to the doctor revealed that she
had an infection in her digestive tract. The doctor called it giardiasis,
and said it is usually passed by fecal-oral contact. He hesitated, then
apologetically told Holly he had to ask if she had any such contacts
recently. Holly felt her face flush with deep embarrassment, but she wasn't
about to tell anyone about the things she had done with that Negro. She just
said she had eaten some sandwiches that had perhaps been left out too long.
The doctor knew this disease could not have been caused by eating
contaminated food, but he was sensitive to the lives led by TV stars, so he
let it drop. He told Holly she might experience loss of appetite, lethargy,
fever, explosive diarrhea, loose or watery stool, stomach cramps, upset
stomach, bloating, and flatulence. Holly closed her eyes and tried not to
cry as she listened to the doctor. That goddamned filthy Negro! And that
goddamned asshole David for setting the whole thing up.
The doctor gave Holly a shot of albendazole and a prescription for
metronidazole. Both drugs were antibiotics that would clear up her infection
in a week or ten days by eliminating the thick coating of giardia organisms
coating the inside of her stomach and small intestine and blocking nutrient
absorption. He told her to get lots of rest, if possible -- he knew she was
shooting her series, but told her to take as many breaks as possible.
When she got back to her car, Holly broke down and started crying. She
quickly got in the car so no one would see her, and sobbed for ten minutes,
cursing David in her mind the whole time. She felt like her insides had been
contaminated with raw sewage, which was really not very different from what
had actually happened. She felt soiled, unclean, filthy -- she couldn't
think of a word strong enough to describe the feeling she was having. It
felt like her insides were full of roaches or maggots, and she felt her
stomach lurch as another cramp hit her hard. She gripped the steering wheel
so tight that her knuckles whitened from the effort, and she started to
sweat as the pain drove into her midsection. Finally it abated a little, and
she breathed deeply, trying to catch up.
Back at the Paramount studios, she barely made it to her dressing room in
time to quickly drop her skirt and her thong and sit down on the toilet
before a blast of watery stool splashed into the bowl. The diarrhea made her
intestines cramp painfully, and it felt like her insides were running out of
her and emptying into the toilet bowl. When she was done, she felt so weak,
she wasn't sure she could get up. She wiped herself carefully, trying to be
sure none of the messy stool got anywhere near her vagina, because she knew
that could lead to more infections.
CHAPTER 17: Another Bad Surprise for Holly
The rest of the week was horrible for Holly. She had to keep going back to
her dressing room, delaying a lot of takes, and tempers got hot as money was
wasted on delays. Finally the week was over, and Holly went home with the
prospect of two whole days to herself. She was going to take her medication
and get rid of this infection fast. When she went through the gates and up
to her house, she saw Shannen's car in the driveway, and her heart leaped.
She had never had a friend as close as Shannen, and even though David had
come between them, Holly still thought of Shannen as her best friend. She
hurried to the front door and went in, calling Shannen's name -- but she
stopped suddenly as she entered the living room, and dropped her purse as
her hands went limp.
Shannen was laying in the middle of the carpet on her back, naked, with her
long legs bent and drawn up so sharply that her knees were against her
shoulders. Her wrists were tied to her ankles, and she was wearing black
high heels that dangled in the air. Her pussy was completely open and
exposed -- and the bottom half of a large champagne bottle was sticking out
of her vagina. David was squatting between her legs, raping her slowly with
the bottle, and Shannen was making little whimpering sounds. Her pussy lips
were stretched tight around the bottle, stretching a little more as David
forced the bottle deeper inside her. Shannen's eyes were wet with tears, and
as Holly stood there, frozen, Shannen gave a little yelp of pain as David
shoved another inch of the bottle into her tight little cunt.
The sound brought Holly back to her senses, and she flew at David with both
fists ready to hit. But the big Negro that had come to her dressing room
suddenly grabbed her from behind -- he had been hiding behind the door.
Holly screamed and started to struggle, but the Negro was so much bigger
than she was, she had no chance at all. He held her against him, and she
could already smell him -- and the putrid smell brought back that whole
horrible day, and Holly went a little crazy. She screamed, a long wordless
shriek that erupted from her throat and didn't stop. She screamed until she
was hoarse, struggling as hard as she could against the Negro's sweaty arms.
He put one hand over her mouth, and his oily fingers were jammed up against
her nostrils. She jerked her head back and bit him, clamping her teeth
around one of his thick fingers, and he yelled and yanked his hand away. He
clamped her so tight, with both arms around her waist, that she could hardly
breathe. He had her arms at her sides, and finally she stopped struggling.
Her eyes were burning from the Negro's sweat, and when she could see again,
what she saw was David looking up at her with no expression on his face. He
looked down at Shannen, then back up at Holly as he jabbed the bottle deeper
into Shannen's twat. Shannen groaned, and it tapered down to a whimper as
David held the bottle inside her.
He spoke to Shannen while he continued looking at Holly. "You like that,
angel? You like getting reamed out while your little friend watches?" His
lips twisted cruelly as he forced the bottle in, and Shannen screamed.
"You're hurting me, David... please stop... oh god that hurts... please..."
Holly started crying as she heard Shannen's soft voice pleading with David.
Everybody thought Shannen was all hard and mean, but Holly knew how sweet
she was in real life, and the thought of her best friend getting hurt like
this was killing Holly.
David shoved the bottle into Shannen again, and a small squirt of blood shot
out of her vagina onto David's hand. Shannen closed her eyes and started
sobbing as David looked at her blood on his hand. "You slimy little cunt --
look what you did!" He moved his hand up to her breasts and wiped the blood
on her tits, then wiped his hand in her hair. Both girls were crying now,
and Holly was fearful of David doing permanent damage to Shannen's genitals.
She screamed in panic at David, telling him to stop hurting Shannen right
now.
David looked up at Holly, then slowly pulled the bottle out of Shannen's
gaping twat. Some vaginal secretions oozed out, streaked red with blood, and
Shannen felt like her insides were melting. Her pussy was burning between
her legs, and she was afraid of what David had done to her. Well, at least
it was over now. She lowered her head to the floor and waited for David to
untie her and let her go.
But David wasn't through with Shannen. He stood up and unzipped his pants.
Shannen's face twisted in despair as she realized what he was going to do
now. David looked over at Holly. "I told you I wanted to fuck Shannen,
didn't I, angel? Did you think I was kidding?" He pulled his half-hard penis
out of his pants and started rubbing it slowly, and Holly could see it
stiffening in his hand. She had to stop this somehow. Shannen's eyes were
wide with fear, and her pussy was still bleeding -- if David fucked her now,
she could really get hurt badly. Holly made one more attempt to get loose
from the Negro, but he just tightened his arms around her. He was looking
over her shoulder at Shannen, licking his lips as he got ready to watch her
get screwed right there. It would be like a live porno movie, and he didn't
want to miss one moment of it. Holly could hear his raspy breath and feel
the hot moisture as he breathed faster and faster.
David looked at Holly, and spoke to the Negro. "If you want to feel her up,
be my guest, man. She's a nice piece of white meat." The Negro growled in
his throat as he moved one hand down to Holly's knee and ran it under her
skirt and up along the inside of her thigh. She tried to clamp her legs
together, but the Negro forced his hand between her thighs and moved it
quickly up to her pussy. She felt two of his big oily fingers enter her
vagina, and her body jerked in disgust as he penetrated her. He had his palm
over her vulva as he started to finger-fuck her as he used hid thumb to
flick her clitoris, His fingernail scraped across her clit painfully, and
she grunted as her body spasmed. She was bending forward, trying to protect
her genitals from this horrible niggery man, but he was inside her now.
David was on top of Shannen now, positioning the head of his cock against
her slit. She was still tied up, and she felt desperate and helpless. Her
vagina was raw and sore from being raped with the bottle, and as David
inserted his cock in her slit, she felt a sharp pain -- like a knife was
being used to rape her. She screamed at David to stop, but her scream was
cut off as his cock slid inside her. Shannen's whole body went rigid as pain
shot through her midsection. It was the worst pain she had ever felt, and
she knew her vagina was bleeding faster now. David was actually using her
blood as a lubricant! She shuddered, her muscles aching from being tied in
the same position for hours. David penetrated her fully, and started to rape
her. She could hear the wet squishy sounds her cunt made as the cock slid in
and out. The sharp pain didn't go away -- it just got worse with every
stroke. Shannen was mewling continually now, like a wounded animal, and she
was drooling saliva out the sides of her open mouth.
Holly watched her best friend getting raped, and wished there was something
she could do, but the big Negro was too strong for her to break away. Now he
had one hand between her legs and the other on her breasts, squeezing the
soft mounds roughly as he kept moving his fingers inside her twat. He had
pulled her blouse and her bra up around her neck, and her tits were hanging
out, completely unprotected. She felt her nipples stiffen involuntarily, and
she bit her lip in frustration. Her body jerked again as the Negro's
fingernail scraped across her clit, causing pain to shoot through her
midsection. As she spasmed, she heard his raspy voice over her shoulder.
"Hey man, what if I do this one too?" Her head jerked up and she stared at
David as he turned his head toward her and the Negro. He grinned cruelly.
"Like I said, she's a nice piece of ass -- try her on for size if you want."
Holly screamed at David incoherently, venting her anger and frustration --
and panic, as the Negro shoved her down on the floor right beside Shannen
and David.
CHAPTER 18: Holly Gets Raped
Holly's head hit the carpet hard as the Negro threw her down on the floor.
She shook her head, to clear it and as a response to what was about to
happen to her. She looked at Shannen, their faces only inches apart, and
Shannen's expression silently said all that needed to be said, a mixture of
anger, frustration, helplessness, despair -- and shame. A girl who knows
she's about to get raped experiences feelings no man can ever understand.
Her body is about to be penetrated in her most intimate and secret place, a
sweetly moist and fragrant opening hidden between her legs and protected
fiercely -- but the penetration is not done in an intimate way, by a gentle
and loving husband or boyfriend. The girl's legs are forced apart and her
most precious possession is taken from her violently. She is forced to take
an unwelcome object inside her body, and what should be an intimate and
loving act becomes a nightmare of savagery and pain. When a girl gets raped,
her vagina does not have time to lubricate, and when her rapist thrusts into
her, the ligaments that support her uterus can get torn, resulting in
unbearable pain and nausea. A girl getting raped is usually all alone with
her rapist -- but Holly and Shannen were laying there side by side, both
naked now that the Negro had stripped Holly and thrown her clothes aside.
The two girls were both conscious of the other, and that was a good thing
and a bad thing -- good because each girl knew she wasn't alone, but bad
because she knew someone was witnessing the horror of what was happening to
her. Most girls feel shame when they are getting raped, because they feel
they somehow brought it on themselves, by dressing provocatively or behaving
like a little slut. The shame is easier to bear when she is all alone with
her rapist -- and when another girl is present, even though she is getting
raped herself, the secrecy of the act is destroyed, and the girl feels
helpless to prevent its becoming known to all her friends.
So Holly closed her eyes so she wouldn't be able to see Shannen witnessing
what was happening to her as the Negro positioned his big cock in her slit
and thrust into her. Holly gasped as pain shot through her genitals -- it
felt like she was being fucked with a baseball bat -- and she unconsciously
spread her legs further apart, trying to ease the pain. The Negro had his
full weight on her and it was hard to breathe. She felt like she was being
smothered, and her breasts were mashed flat under his massive chest. He was
slobbering on her shoulder as he fucked her, and she felt his tongue in her
ear, and it made her stomach heave. She tried to disassociate herself, to
let her mind escape this filthy moment, but the pig-like sounds the Negro
made kept jerking her back to the room. She could hear Shannen grunting
quietly as David thrust into her, and she turned her head to look at her,
and Shannen was staring back at her vacantly, tears of shame running down
her cheeks as her head jerked with each thrust of the cock in her pussy. Her
face contorted with despair as she started to cry again. She was such a
tiny, fragile girl, the sheer strain of the large erection pounding into her
vagina was exhausting her physical resources. Her slim arms and legs were
too skinny to give her body much support, and her midsection was
unbelievably thin. Holly's body had a large percentage of fat, and she was
able to withstand the rape a little better -- at least physically. She
looked at Shannen's beautiful face and saw that she was close to falling
apart. She was tied like an animal, completely unable to protect herself,
and the mental strain was as bad as the physical trauma she was going
through.
Holly felt the Negro's cock throbbing inside her, and she knew he was ready
to cum. Just at that moment, she heard David groan, and as she looked over
at him, he closed his eyes and ejaculated inside Shannen. He grunted like a
pig while he was cumming, and Shannen's face twisted with disgust as she
felt her pussy filling with his creamy semen. She had her eyes closed,
trying to block out the whole experience. The Negro grunted then, and Holly
close her eyes as he dumped his huge load in her twat. It felt like a hose
had been inserted in her vagina and turned on -- the thick sperm just kept
spurting into her until she felt bloated with it. When he was done, the
Negro lay there on top of her contentedly as she struggled to breathe.
David took his cock out of Shannen's pussy and slowly stood up and zipped
up. He looked down at her and shook his head. "You're too skinny to be a
good fuck, but you have a nice tight cunt." Shannen's face twisted into a
mask of disgust and she kept her eyes closed tight, not wanting to see the
man that had just raped her. The Negro stood up then, jerking his cock meat
out of Holly's pussy with a loud squishy sound. A long string of sperm
leaked out of his cock and landed on Holly's breasts, trailing down across
her pussy and her legs as he stepped away from her. He turned to David.
"This bitch is too fat, man -- you need to get her slimmed down, then she'll
be a good fuck." Holly gritted her teeth, wanting to scream but trying to
just wait until the bastards were gone.
David squatted down beside Holly. "Don't forget your date with Anthony next
week -- he'll be in your dressing room on Tuesday." The Negro smiled widely,
then went out the front door. David stood up and looked over at Shannen,
then spoke to Holly. "Your little friend is too skinny -- get her to eat
something before I screw her again. Her cunt is dry and her tits are too
small." Holly could hear Shannen crying as David went out the door.
CHAPTER 19: Aftermath and Recovery
Holly quickly crawled over to Shannen and got her untied, then took her in
her arms and held her, the two girls laying there naked on the floor, both
of them with warm cum leaking out of their pussies, both of them scarred by
the abuse they had just received, both of them wishing they could castrate
David with garden shears. Holly found some tissues and carefully inserted
them between her vaginal lips to stop the bleeding. She could feel Shannen's
cheek burning against hers, and realized her friend was deeply embarrassed
by having Holly see her this way. Holly held her closer and tighter, feeling
Shannen's breasts against hers, and a wave of love swept over her. Shannen
was such a good friend, so beautiful and so capable, Holly felt incredibly
lucky to be able to hold her and comfort her.
After a while, the girls got up slowly and stumbled upstairs to Holly's
bathroom. They showered together, washing each other's bodies, washing away
the filth that clung to their bodies and their minds. They douched each
other gently, cleaning out every trace of the slimy scum that those men had
forced inside their bodies. Holly applied some antiseptic to Shannen's
vaginal walls, touching her as gently as she could. When they were clean,
they went to Holly's bed and lay down side by side, holding hands and just
breathing, enjoying the feeling of being alone with a good friend. After a
long time, Holly spoke quietly. "I can't apologize enough for--" but Shannen
cut her off. "Holly, please don't. I know who did this to me and I know how
you feel about it." She started to cry. "I'm just so glad you were with
me..." Holly was crying too, and the girls turned to each other and
embraced, holding each other tight. Holly brought one hand to Shannen's
breasts and caressed her very gently. "You're so beautiful, Shannen..."
Shannen lowered her head and started kissing Holly's tits, and nursed on one
of her nipples, Holly gasped quietly as her nipple stiffened in Shannen's
mouth, and she cradled Shannen's head against her as she looked down at
Shannen and smiled. "Ohhhh god, that feels so good..."
Shannen raised her head and looked into Holly's eyes, and the two girls
kissed deeply, their tongues intertwining in Holly's mouth and then in
Shannen's. Each girl put her hand on the other girl's pussy at the same
moment, and they both sighed as the warmth spread out from their cunts to
envelope their bodies. They masturbated each other slowly, then faster, and
each girl had four orgasms before they were ready to stop. Shannen lay back,
a light sweat on her forehead. She grinned at Holly. "You are such a little
hottie!" They both laughed, then kissed some more. Much later, after they
slept, Shannen got dressed and left for home, after promising to call Holly.
CHAPTER 20: The Negro Comes Back for More
Holly avoided David for the rest of the weekend, but on Monday she knew she
had to do something about the Negro that was going to come to see her again
the next day. She was terrified of his cock being forced inside her again --
she just couldn't take that. She was nervous on the set all day, but right
at the end of the day she finally thought of something that might work. She
called Shannen to see if she would help her, and Shannen didn't even take
one second to agree -- her vagina was still bleeding a little, but she had
visited her doctor to be sure it wasn't serious.
Holly's plan would certainly stop the Negro from bothering her any more, but
the plan had some horrible aspects to it, and she met Shannen for coffee to
talk about it. When Shannen heard the plan, she stared wide-eyed at Holly
and thought, how can such a sweet girl think up such a mind-boggling plan?!
But Shannen didn't think twice about helping her. Holly had told her every
filthy detail of what happened to her in her dressing room that day, and
Shannen thought the Negro deserved anything he got -- and besides, the plan
involved some things Shannen had always wanted to do to a man, but she had
never gotten up enough nerve to do them. Now she had a chance, and she
didn't want to pass it up.
Shannen was between TV movies at the moment, so it was no problem for her to
come to Holly's dressing room the next day. She arrived while the company
was shooting their final scene of the day, and slipped into Holly's dressing
room without being seen. The shooting was done at 7 PM, and by 7:30 the
place was deserted. Holly had seen the Negro around the set earlier in the
day, and told him she wanted him to come to her at 8 PM. He had grinned and
nodded at her, licking his lips.
When the Negro knocked on Holly's dressing room door, she called softly to
him to come in -- and when he stepped through the door, he froze in his
tracks, not quite believing what he saw. Holly was completely naked, laying
back over a work table with her knees bent and her legs drawn up sharply, so
her groin was thrust forward lewdly. She was wearing red high heels with
ankle straps, and her slut shoes dangled in the air as she lay there looking
up at the Negro. She had her hands on her ankles, holding her legs open so
her pussy was totally exposed and available, and she smiled at the Negro.
"Well, David did say to make you happy... does this make you happy?"
The Negro licked his thick lips and moved toward her, unzipping his pants as
he got closer. But he stopped short when he saw movement in the back of the
room. Holly said quietly, "You're such a big guy, I figured it would take
two of us to keep you happy. This is my friend Shannen." Shannen stepped
forward out of the shadows, wearing "fuck me" shoes like Holly's, but
otherwise completely naked. Her breasts jiggled as she took a few steps
toward the Negro, and she smiled as she looked straight at him. "I heard you
like white girls... and I'm a white girl... do you like me?" She cupped her
breasts and lifted them, offering them to him, and he lowered his head and
started licking her nipples. Over his head, Holly could see Shannen's look
of extreme disgust as the Negro mouthed her tits, but when he looked up at
her, she was smiling like a little whore. She put her arms around him and
cuddled him against her boobs as he nuzzled her soft flesh. His tongue felt
like an oil slick on her clean skin, but she moaned a little as he kept
licking her, leaning into him, forcing her tits into his mouth.
As soon as she could, Shannen pushed him back gently and turned him toward
Holly. "You've got two little white girls that need you today, stud -- want
to try Holly for a while?" The Negro grunted like a pig as he moved toward
Holly, pulling down his pants. He was wearing no underwear, and the miasma
of his crotch odor swept over Shannen and Holly like a fetid breeze from a
swamp. Holly kept smiling somehow, trying not to let her feelings of disgust
show on her face, and spread her legs a little more, waiting for him to
mount her. "Would you touch me a little first? Feel how wet my cunt is..."
She wiggled forward a little on the table, so her ass was hanging off the
edge, at exactly the same height as the Negro's big cock. She put her hands
between her legs and spread her pussy lips, exposing the bright pink
interior of her vagina. It was very moist, and it glistened invitingly as
the Negro stuck two fingers up her snatch. Holly gasped as she was
penetrated, and her lips twisted momentarily into a frown, but she caught
herself and gave him a big slutty smile. "That's so nice... yeah, fuck me
with your fingers..." He reamed her out, thrusting his fingers deep into her
twat and making her body jerk with each stroke.
Shannen stood beside the Negro and pressed her nakedness against his body.
She looked up at him innocently. "Want me to get you ready to fuck her?" The
Negro looked at her, eyes wide with excitement and animal lust, and nodded
quickly. Shannen moved in front of him and dropped to her knees and kissed
the head of his penis, and the cock meat stiffened a little. She took the
head in her mouth and licked it, using both hands to massage the long thick
shaft, and it started to get erect. Shannen couldn't believe how fucking big
the cock was. As it got bigger in her hands, it was like holding a big snake
-- thick and solid and throbbing.
She took her mouth away from his erection and crawled to the side, still on
her knees, and looked up at the Negro. "Want me to help you stick it in
her?" The Negro nodded fast, and took his fingers out of Holly's cunt.
Shannen lifted his heavy erection and positioned the head of his cock
against Holly's slit, then urged the Negro forward, helping him penetrate
her. Holly moaned loudly as the cock entered her vagina, and looked up at
her fucker with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open, apparently in awe
of his huge penis.
As he started to screw Holly, Shannen quietly moved around behind him, still
on her knees, and used both hands to massage his scrotum from behind. She
kissed his big fat ass as she massaged his balls, and he groaned with
satisfaction as he thrust into Holly.
Shannen reached under a chair and found the knife she had put there earlier.
The blade was ten inches long, and it was as sharp as a razor. She kept one
hand on the Negro's scrotum, massaging his testicles as she lifted the knife
with her other hand. Without saying anything, she took his scrotum in her
hand and pulled it down, away from his body -- and then she moved the knife
to the base of his scrotum and started to cut. The Negro was concentrating
on reaming out Holly's cunt and for a moment he didn't feel a thing, but
then suddenly he stopped in mid-thrust -- and Shannen forced the knife
upward, severing his testicles and his erect penis at the same time.
Shannen leaped to her feet and shoved the Negro back, away from Holly -- and
he looked down at his groin and saw the blood spurting out. Shannen quickly
shoved a large towel between his legs, and he instinctively grabbed it and
clutched it, pressing it against his crotch, trying to stop the bleeding.
The towel was soaked with his blood, but the flow was slowing down now, and
he finally raised his head to look at Holly -- and what he saw was enough to
drive him mad. Holly was laying there with her legs still spread wide -- and
his penis and scrotum were hanging out of her vagina! His cock was still
erect, the blood trapped inside it, and his scrotum was thick with sperm
that would never be pumped into a girl's vagina. He stared at his own
genitals, his mouth hanging open silently, his eyes wide and unblinking.
Holly smiled as cruelly as the Negro had smiled at her three days before.
She put both hands between her legs and grasped his scrotum and the base of
his cock -- and slid them in and out of her cunt, actually fucking herself
with the severed organs. She inserted two fingers in the torn base of the
scrotum, and brought them out with thick white semen all over them, then she
stood up carefully and got off the table, holding the penis and scrotum in
her vagina with one hand. She stood in front of the Negro with her legs
apart and brought her other hand up to his face -- and smeared his own sperm
on his cheeks. "You have so much sperm -- want some?" She reached down
between her legs and got another big glob of semen on her fingers, and wiped
it in the Negro's eyes roughly. Shannen was behind him, and she leaned down
and shoved hard on his knees, and his legs folded up and he went down on his
knees. Holly used both hands to carefully pull his genitals out of her cunt,
then showed the Negro his still-erect penis. His mouth was hanging open, and
Shannen held his head in place while Holly forced his big cock into his
mouth. He closed his eyes and started crying as the reality of what had
happened hit him right between the eyes.
Shannen and Holly got dressed quickly, then hustled the Negro out to
Shannen's car and locked him in the trunk. They drove to a nearby hospital
and dumped him near the emergency room, telling him he had better keep
silent about how he got injured. Shannen put her face right in his and
promised him she would use the knife on his throat if he said one word about
her or Holly. The Negro nodded quickly, just wanting to get some help. He
had taken his genitals out of his mouth and was cradling them in his hands.
The girls watched him limping toward the emergency entrance, then got back
in the car and left.
CHAPTER 21: An Uneasy Truce
Holly called David as soon as she got home, and told him she wouldn't be
seeing the Negro anymore. She told him to talk to the man if he wanted
details, and then she hung up on him. The next day at the studio, David came
to Holly's dressing room after lunch. She didn't want to see him or talk to
him, but she was still trying to keep up appearances, and she didn't want
people to know about the problems they were having, so she told him to wait
in her dressing room. When she came in from the set, she sat down and just
looked at David for a while, and finally she asked him why he wanted to see
her. He told her he had talked to Anthony -- and then he looked at her
silently. Holly assumed the Negro had told David what she and Shannen did to
him, and she looked directly at David, not saying anything. Finally David
shook his head. "So you think that ends it, do you?" He raised his hand --
and Holly saw he was holding a plastic bag containing a knife with dried
blood on it. She tried to avoid changing her expression, but she could feel
her face flush as she stared at the knife.
David spoke again. "I remembered you like to hide things in the bottom of
your makeup case -- and look what I found. Seems like it might be evidence
of a crime -- should I turn it in to the cops?" He shook the bag a little,
grinning slightly.
Holly's insides were in a turmoil. She wasn't sure what the charge would be,
but she knew it would destroy her, and Shannen along with her. She couldn't
let that happen to her best friend, not over some damned Negro, and
certainly not over her relationship with David. She had to do something --
anything -- to keep this whole thing a secret. Finally she said to David,
"OK, it looks like you've got control for now. What do you want me to do?"
David stop grinning and gave her a hard look. He stood up and lay the
plastic bag on the chair, then faced Holly and told her to stand up. She
did, and he told her to open her blouse. She glared at him, but she knew he
was in control. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open. David
shoved the sides further apart so her chest was exposed. She was wearing a
light blue bra. David moved his face closer to hers. "Now take your tits out
of your bra." Holly glared up at him, her lips tight, but she finally looked
down and eased her left breast carefully out of the bra, then did the same
with her right breast. The two white globes hung there, elevated by the bra
bunched up under them, the medium brown areolas capped with nipples that
were stiffly erect.
David lifted his hands and took Holly's nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers, rolling them a little as he looked at them. He raised his eyes
to hers as he spoke. "I've got control now and forever, angel -- for as
long as you want to hold on to your career." He pinched her nipples, making
her grimace. "These belong to me, just like all your other pretty parts.
Don't forget that." He jerked her nipples down, and Holly yelped in pain. He
let her go and picked up the envelope from the chair. "I'll just take this
trinket with me. Don't worry, I'll keep it in a safe place -- one you'll
never find, so don't bother to look." He went to the door, then turned back
to her. "What do I want you to do? Oh, angel, I want you to do everything --
and I want to watch while you do it, and maybe join in the fun." He opened
the door. "Call Shannen and tell her there'll be a party at our house on
Sunday night. Ask her if she'd like to come." His lips twisted into a sneer.
"And if she doesn't, you two bitches will be in jail before you can shake
that pretty little ass of yours."
He left the door open, and Holly pulled her blouse together to hide her
breasts as she went and closed it. God, she thought, what an incredible
bastard! She had tears in her eyes, from anger and frustration, and also
from shame, from having to agree with what David said. She put her breasts
back in her bra and buttoned up her blouse, and then she called Shannen and
told her what had happened. Shannen said she would be there on Sunday, and
the two girls talked about what David might be planning, but there was no
way to know.
CHAPTER 22: A Sex Party for Perverts
On Sunday, Holly got dressed in the late afternoon for the sex party. David
had told her it would start at 6 PM, and Shannen arrived three hours early
to be with Holly. Neither girl had showered or douched for two days, and
they felt filthy. David had called Holly on Thursday and told her not to
shower on Friday or Saturday, and told her to give Shannen the same
instructions. On Saturday morning he had given Holly a box and told her she
and Shannen should wear what was inside. When Shannen arrived, Holly showed
her the box, and they opened it -- and stared, not quite believing what they
saw. One by one, they took out the contents of the box: two sets of nipple
clamps, two sets of narrow black stretchy belts, two large dildos, two large
butt plugs, two pairs of ankle strap pumps with 6-inch heels -- red and
black -- and four small padlocks with no keys. It looked like just the thing
to wear to the Playboy Club or somewhere like that. Holly and Shannen
started giggling, looking at all the silly items laid out on Holly's bed.
They talked about what an asshole David was, and what possible reason he
might have for making them avoid washing for two days, and then it was time
to get dressed. Each set of stretchy belts were joined at one point, and it
soon became clear that they were to be worn with the join in back, so the
two belts passed over and under the girl's breasts and made them stick out.
The shoes were too small. Holly wore size 6 and Shannen wore size 9, but the
shoes in the box were size 5 and 8. Holly told Shannen that David just
wanted to make them uncomfortable by giving them shoes to wear that were too
tight. Both girls stripped, then put on the belts first. They were very
tight and hard to stretch over their breasts, and once they had them on, the
narrow belts cut into their skin above and below their breasts. Next they
put on the high heels, and slipped the small padlocks through the ankle
straps and locked them in place. The heels were so high, it was hard to even
stand up in the shoes, and the girls walked carefully around the room,
teetering on the heels. The shoes forced their feet to bend sharply at the
toes, and their feet were hurting after just a few minutes in the shoes.
They picked up the nipple clamps and dildos and butt plugs and started to go
downstairs -- but David was standing at the head of the stairs and stopped
them. He told them to go back and put on the nipple clamps, and to insert
the dildos in their cunts and the butt plugs in their asses. The girls
glared at him, then went back into Holly's bedroom.
The damn nipple clamps hurt like hell! Both pairs had thin chains connecting
the two clips, and they were alligator clips, with lots of sharp little
metal teeth that bit into the soft flesh of their nipples, and the pain was
hot and intense. Both girls had worn nipple clamps before, but they were
padded and didn't hurt at all. These metal clips hurt as soon as they put
them on, so they took them off and decided to do the other things first.
They inserted the dildos, and found they had thin straps attached to the
base that ran up around their waists, to hold the dildos in place while they
were standing up or walking, so they wouldn't slip out. Each dildo was 8
inches long and 1 1/2 inches wide, big enough to be uncomfortable in the
girls' vaginas. The butt plugs were 6 inches long and 1 1/2 inches wide, and
the girls inserted them carefully, trying to relax their anal sphincters --
but neither girl liked anything up her ass, and the plugs had little bumps
that irritated their rectums as they were forced inside. The butt plugs had
straps like the dildos, to hold them in their assholes while the girls were
standing or walking. They put on the nipple clamps last, and both girls had
tears in their eyes from the pain as they walked carefully to the stairs.
The objects in their vaginas and asses shifted with every step, making them
grimace with pain. They went downstairs, walking slowly in the extremely
high heels -- and when they got to the living room there were at least 100
men there, spilling over into the den and the kitchen.
Holly looked around for David, and found him sitting in one of the
upholstered chairs. She went over to him and demanded to know why there were
so many men there -- she had never done a party with this many men. He
looked up at her, grinning stupidly. "Well, you're not the only girl here,
angel." He pointed at Shannen, standing across the room with four men
standing around her, running their hands over her nakedness. Holly stared at
David. "You asshole! Two women getting screwed by 100 men is a little
lopsided, don't you think?!" David's grin got wider as he motioned to one of
the men across the room. The man stepped into the den -- and came back
leading two little girls by their hands. The taller girl looked like she was
about 14, with long blonde hair. She was maybe 5 feet 2, the same height as
Holly, but she was so slim, she looked taller. It was the other little girl
that made Holly stare -- her face was breathtakingly beautiful. She couldn't
have been more than 11 years old and she was maybe 4 feet 5, with auburn
hair hanging past her waist. Her skin was like porcelain, milky white with
freckles scattered here and there, and her arms and legs were long and slim.
Her body was completely undeveloped -- her breasts were totally flat, with
tiny brown areolas that had not yet started to bud, and her hips looked like
a little boy's, slim and flat. Her slit was visible between her legs, with
no pubic hair to hide it -- she was completely smooth, and her slit looked
like a pale pencil line on her skin. The older girl had small breasts with
dark brown areolas, and her nipples were very erect. Her waist was slim and
her hips flared wide. She had a little blonde pubic hair that was almost
invisible between her legs.
Holly saw that Shannen had seen the little girls, and was coming over to
her. Shannen stared at David like he was crazy. "Are you fucking nuts? You
can get arrested for this, asshole!" David looked up at her serenely.
"Hollywood parties have underage girls all the time -- what are you, new in
town?" He laughed, and the other men joined in. Most of them were drinking
beer, spilling it on their shirts as they jostled each other, crowding into
the living room for a better look at the little girls, and at Holly and
Shannen with their tits hanging out. Holly told David she wouldn't stay at
the party of the little girls weren't taken home. David motioned Holly and
Shannen to stand in front of him. They did -- and he grabbed the chains
dangling from their nipple clamps. The clips bit into their sensitive
nipples as David pulled on the chains, and both girls yelped in pain. David
looked at Holly. "You're not going anywhere, angel, and neither is your
slutty little friend, and here's why: as long as you keep us entertained,
we'll just let the little girls watch. If we get bored with you two girls,
some of us will show the kids what a hot date is like." He pulled the chains
closer to him, forcing Holly and Shannen to step closer, trying to ease the
pain in their breasts. David dropped the chains and told them to dance for
the guys.
Holly started wiggling her hips a little, and Shannen joined in. It was hard
to dance with the dildos and butt plugs in their pussies and asses -- the
damn things kept shifting inside them, giving them jolts of pain when they
moved. Holly looked over at the little girls, and they were watching her and
Shannen silently, not really knowing what was going on. A lot of the men
were gathered around the kids, looking like they'd like to touch them -- or
worse -- and Holly tried to protect the girls by attracting the men's
attention. She gyrated to the music on the stereo system, bending her knees
and trying to look as slutty as she could. Every little movement made the
objects inside her shift around, and the butt plug was really hurting her
ass, stretching her anal ring painfully. The dildo was moving in and out of
her pussy as she danced, and her sticky vaginal secretions were leaking out
and running down her thighs, glistening brightly in the lights. She could
see the same thing on Shannen's legs, except Shannen's juices had run all
the way down her legs and past her ankles into her high heels.
The belts Holly was wearing above and below her breasts hurt like fire, and
she knew Shannen must be hurting, too. They were very tight, and it was hard
to breathe with them constricting her chest. They made her breasts stick out
lewdly, like a melon had been cut in half and the two pieces attached to her
chest. The tightness of the belts made her tits very firm, and caused her
nipples to stick out like little cocks. Every move she made while she was
dancing made her tits shift between the belts, and the belts had hard edges
that irritated the soft flesh at the base of her tits. She was bleeding a
little where the belts had cut into her skin, and the weight of her breasts
kept a constant pressure against the belts, making her tits burn with pain.
She looked at Shannen and saw her wince as she tried to shake her t