Sherry’s Tale IV
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After getting raped and sodomized on video, there seemed little else to do with my life. The XTC Agency specialized in that sort of video, and had good sales. I became a willing part of it, and continued to make videos with them. Because I had been raped in real life, I was able to do convincing scenes, which they liked. Stephanie told me that many of the rape scenes they had tried to stage just didn’t seem believable because the girls didn’t behave as if it were real. I didn’t even try to explain that my first video rape wasn’t acting. But from there I was able to pretend. For later scenes I just recalled my earlier experiences. . . the cable guy, that same guy again with two others a few months later, that first video rape. . . and to the audience, it seemed real. For those scenes it was real for me too, but once it was over I convinced myself that it had been an act. I stopped feeling as if anything were actually happening, it was almost as if I had been watching it happen to someone else.
I got along all right like this. I couldn’t go home, especially since now I really was the slut mom feared I’d become. And, there wasn’t much to do. . . jobs other than minimum wage were not to be found, and the other alternative was walking the streets, which I didn’t want to do. . . my one time was enough. So, for a few thousand dollars here and there, I managed to stay in the same cheap hotel and at least live on my own.
After making a number of videos over several months, they asked me to work in the office a while, just as Stephanie had done. She was gone for a few weeks, and Fred wanted someone attractive to sit in the office. I really didn’t do much, just answer telephones and look at magazines. Just like Stephanie, they wanted me to look pretty
and suggestive, but not overly slutty. So, I typically wore a medium length skirt, a slightly tight blouse showing just a bit of cleavage, and make-up done a little boldly, but not overwhelming.
One day while sitting around like this, I heard a soft knock on the door, and a quite pretty girl timidly entered. "Hello, may I come in?" she asked, her voice betraying a bit of nervousness.
"Sure. I’m Sherry," I said, trying to look pleasant.
"I’m Kelly," she replied. She was dressed nicely, a medium length skirt and fairly loose fitting blouse, as if she were trying to conceal her breasts a bit. Her hair was reddish-brown, and her makeup was subdued. I knew we’d have to verify her age before doing anything. . . she looked as if she could pass for 15.
"Do you think there’s any chance I could work here?" Kelly asked.
At this I was reluctant to reply. She clearly didn’t know just what we did there, but if I warned her off I could be on the streets real quick. . . the main reason I was in the front office was to entice these new girls with glamorous images and reassure them that everything was fine.
"I think so," I replied, suppressing my concerns for her. I handed her the usual paper work, and her driver’s license verified her age. . . she had only been 18 for a month.
As usual, Fred Steiner took her to his office/studio for the standard interview, and proposed the initial, innocent photo shoot.
"Sherry, could you come back here?"
"On my way," I replied.
"Sherry, I want this girl with us. Do whatever it takes to get her," he told me.
I resigned myself to this. If I refused, I’d be out, probably walking the streets. And, this girl wasn’t a kid. She could take care of herself. After all, I didn’t have to come here either.
I took Kelly to the dressing-room and made her up, just as had been done to me. I put her in a medium-short skirt and rather tight blouse. Her breasts were a bit larger than you’d expect for a girl of her build, and the tight blouse made them bulge provocatively. I did her make-up a bit more boldly, rather than the subdued look she’d come in with. The result was a pretty girl, dressed a bit daringly, as if she really were 15 trying to look 18.
She went through the usual staged photo-shoot, just to flatter and relax her. But afterwards, Fred told me to give her "the talk," the first pitch to pressure her into making sex videos.
"You can’t be serious!" she exclaimed when I told her what we really did there. "How can anyone do that?"
"Oh, it’s not hard," I replied reassuringly. "I’ve done it."
"You have?" she said, looking puzzled and incredulous.
"Yea, it’s all just being natural," I said in soothing tones. Misgivings were growing in me though. It really hadn’t felt natural getting into this, but fearing the consequences, I pressed on.
"You’ve been with guys before, haven’t you?"
Kelly looked a bit surprised to hear this. "Sure, of course," she replied, not very convincingly. I was sure she was still virgin, but reluctant to admit it.
"Look, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want," I lied. "Why don’t you come in tomorrow and just watch? I’ll be doing a video tomorrow anyway, you can see how it’s done. It’s really no big deal, and it pays better than anything else you can do."
Kelly agreed to this much. But as I walked to my room at the end of the day I began to feel guilty. Fred Steiner wanted her, and that was it. I didn’t get what was promised when I started there, but got trapped. . . couldn’t go home, and had no other way to make money. But this was wrong, I thought. I began to consider that perhaps I should warn this Kelly away.
Suddenly I saw something that brought a quick end to such thoughts. A few blocks ahead I saw a girl on a street-corner, walking back and forth slowly, clearly not going anywhere. She looked intently at each passing car as if she were searching for someone. One car slowed as it approached her, its driver looked at her carefully, then turned the corner. I watched as this girl went round the corner to follow him. A few moments later I saw them driving off together. Fear shot through me as I realized that this could be me very quickly if I didn’t do what Fred wanted. I pushed my misgivings down and went to my room, trying to force myself not to think about it.
The next day at 10:00 Kelly arrived. She was dressed quite modestly, with very little make-up. She seemed to be reluctant coming at all, but apparently curiosity had won out.
"Glad to see you," I said, again forcing down my misgivings. "Want to help me get ready?"
"Sure. . . what do we do?" she replied.
"Just make-up and dressing," I said. We went to the dressing room and got me ready, in a rather innocent-looking schoolgirl type outfit, but with bold make-up and deep red lipstick.
"Kelly, you really should make yourself up a bit. If you look too plain, even if you’re just watching, Fred might lose his interest in you. Remember, you’re being seen all the time here, every moment counts."
She agreed, and, her hands slightly shaking with nervousness, she outlined her eyes a little more boldly, and followed my example and applied a thick layer of deep red lipstick.
Kelly’s nervousness was still very visible when we went to the studio. "There’s nothing to worry about," I assured her, "you’re just watching," but I could see that she was tense.
Fred was there at the camera. "All ready?" he said, and I nodded as I sauntered over to the now-familiar couch on the set. Kelly retreated to an inconspicuous corner, clearly trying to hide her fear. Fred had told me we were going to keep this scene simple and relaxed to avoid alarming the new girl.
"Camera on NOW," Fred announced. Within a few seconds one of the regular men approached me as I sat on the couch. It began simply enough, with him reaching over to squeeze one of my breasts, then slowly unbutton my blouse, letting them spill out. I glanced over at Kelly. She watched, transfixed, hardly able to believe what she was seeing.
After having my breasts exposed, I turned to face him, slid down to the floor and knelt between his legs. Looking up playfully, I began to undo his belt and slide down his zipper. His cock popped out, and I began to stroke it in one hand, feeling it steadily surge and harden.
I glanced over at Kelly again. She looked horrified, I doubt that she had ever seen a man’s cock before, and I was totally certain she was still a virgin. She had probably never imagined that anyone ever actually did this sort of thing. The thought occurred to me that she could still get out, I still had a chance to warn her, but then strong hands grabbed my head and pushed my face against that now erect cock. Without really thinking, I opened my mouth and allowed his cock to enter, taking it in as deeply as I could, finally squeezing my lips tightly around it and leaving a deep red lipstick print around the base. Then, slowly and steadily, I began to slide it in and out of my mouth, while he began to moan and get even harder.
I was now an expert cocksucker. I would toy with him a while, gently sucking it, then I would take it out and stroke it by hand, licking, kissing, and sucking his balls. On a few occasions I would stroke it with left hand while I looked up at him adoringly and carefully re-applied my lipstick. Red lipstick smears now covered his cock.
After several minutes I felt another man approach me from behind. Knowing what was coming next, I raised my rear as he pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I had been expecting this all along, and made certain to lubricate my vagina before getting dressed this morning. Another hard cock pushed into my pussy, and there I sat, on my hands and knees, getting fucked from behind while another large, lipstick-smeared cock was shoved in and out of my mouth.
Doing this sort of thing now felt pretty normal to me. At this point I always just let things happen, they’d fuck me any way they wanted, and if I just relaxed it would finish easier and be over. But suddenly I heard a commotion in the back of the room.
"Noo, I can’t do this I’ve got to get out of here," I heard Kelly’s faint voice cry. I heard a few steps toward the door, and the door-latch opening, a shuffling sound, and the door slamming shut again.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Fred blurted out.
"I’ve got to go," Kelly cried desperately.
I stopped sucking for a moment to turn and see what was happening. Kelly was trying to reach the door, but Fred held her tight by the wrist.
"Please, I don’t want to do this," Kelly pleaded.
Fred didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back forcefully. Losing her footing, Kelly fell back onto her rear. She tried to get up, but Fred’s forceful slap to her face knocked her back again. She sat there a moment, stunned, then began crying.
"No no no please no, please, let me go," Kelly sobbed. Ignoring her, Fred lunged forward, straddled her waist and began tearing at her blouse.
"NOO! God no! Please don’t, don’t do this to me!" Kelly screamed, but she was quickly silenced by another hard slap to the face.
All this time I was still getting fucked from behind, and the man in front had pushed my face back to his cock, and I went back to sucking him. I couldn’t actually see what was happening, but it was easy to imagine all the sights as I heard every detail.
"No no God no, huh uh uh uh," a pathetic voice sobbed. Then a muffled "Mmmm plhbbt stp stop it!" as I imagined Fred forcing his kiss on her lips. A forceful "swack!" to her face silence her sobbing once again, and I could see in my mind Kelly’s breasts bouncing around as I heard her blouse ripping away.
I again managed to turn away for a moment, and saw her head writhing back and forth as Fred pushed his face against her breasts, sucking and squeezing them as Kelly clawed at his head. Infuriated, Fred sat up slightly. "Bitch!" he yelled as he slapped her again. "If you don’t cooperate you’re going to regret it!"
"Aiee!" Kelly yelped as Fred slapped her again. Not giving her a chance to respond, he rolled her over to her stomach and began beating hard on the rear with a bamboo back-scratcher.
"Owoo! Aiee! NO! NO! STOP IT!" Kelly wailed. Fred continued beating her anyway.
After a few moments he stopped, but once again I felt my face pushed back against the cock I had been sucking. My pussy was still getting pumped from behind, and I hadn’t yet finished this blowjob. But in my mind I envisioned exactly what was happening to Kelly.
No longer getting beaten, Kelly was sobbing hopelessly. . . "no no please no. . . "
Then a gurgling, choking "MMM pbmpppt" sound came from deep in her throat, and I knew that Fred had shoved his cock in her mouth. Her breathing was strained, and I could easily imagine Fred sitting on her chest, holding her by the hair, as he pushed his cock between her lips, her lipstick smearing its shaft as she desperately wept, unable to cry out with that cock in her mouth.
I was now sucking that cock in my own mouth a bit faster. But, I suddenly felt the other cock slide out of my pussy. I knew what was happening next, and had prepared for that also. A moment later strong hands spread my buttocks apart, and I felt a cock begin sliding into my pre-lubricated anus.
Across the room the gagging and choking sounds had stopped, and again I could hear Kelly crying and sobbing, "no no please no. . . please stop. . . " Fred must have climbed off of her chest, and the next sound was of her panties ripping away.
I knew that Fred was about to rape her. In my mind I saw him spread her legs apart and place his cock against her labia. At this moment I heard Kelly struggling and thrashing about, suddenly ceasing after another strong "Swack" hit her face.
"Uh huhuhu huh," I heard her sobbing.
But my own scene was now about to end. The cock in my ass had begun thrusting faster and faster, and the guy I was sucking suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and began spurting onto my face. By sheer habit and practice I stretched my face upwards and took his full flow, letting it drip into my open lipstick-smeared mouth. A moment later the other guy pulled his cock from my ass, and began cumming all over my back and asshole. After a few moments they finished, and I collapsed to the floor, their cum covering my face, dripping from my mouth, and down my butt crack.
Looking across the room, Fred was having a hard time penetrating Kelly’s virgin pussy. I saw him push hard against it, but it was just too dry and tight to get it in. Two, three times he pushed hard, Kelly sobbed desperately, but he just couldn’t enter.
Then, one of the guys who had just fucked me said "you need some lube Fred," and tossed him a tube of K-Y Jelly. He squirted it all over his cock, and with a determined look, jumped back onto Kelly.
Laying against her chest and spreading her legs apart, Fred again pushed his cock against Kelly’s labia, while holding her head tightly by the hair. Then, while forcefully pressing his lips against hers, he steadily pushed his cock past her labia and into her pussy.
"MMMM OWmmmm NO Nooooo!" Kelly cried as she tried to turn away from his forced kiss, but his hard cock pressed on anyway, tearing into her virgin pussy as she sobbed helplessly.
Having entered her fully, Fred then began to thrust in and out, slowly and steadily.
"Ow! Eee! Aiee!" Kelly yelped with each thrust, tears streaming down her face, smearing with her lipstick.
"Owooo!" she cried more loudly as another "swack" hit her face.
"Stupid bitch, who do you think you’re fooling, we know you wanted it," Fred sneered as he continued to rape her.
"Uh huhu huhuh noooo, stop, please stop," Kelly continued to sob.
"You’re a good little fuck, you little whore," Fred gasped out, his breathing coming a little harder as he began fucking Kelly faster.
Faster and faster he raped her, and as his body began to tense up, I knew what was going to happen, but poor Kelly had no idea.
Just when it looked like Fred’s entire body was going to go into spasms, he pulled out of her pussy, crawled forward to straddle her chest, and put his cock into her mouth.
Defeated, Kelly just lay there as Fred’s cock throbbed and spurted between her lips, his cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, mixing with her lipstick and tears.
Once Fred finished he stood up, squeezing the last drops of his cum onto her face. Kelly stayed on the floor, motionless, crying silently as the cum dripped from her mouth onto her chin and down her neck.
Terrible guilt welled up inside of me as I watched her sobbing quietly, remembering when I was first raped. I began to crawl towards her, hoping to help, when someone grabbed me from behind and held me back.
"No you don’t Sherry girl, we’re not done yet," I was told. While Kelly lay on the floor crying, yet another guy approached her. His cock was already covered with lube as he rolled her to her stomach, spread her buttocks with his hands and pressed his cock against her anus.
This new assault brought Kelly back to her senses. "NOOO! GOD NO! NOT THIS! NOOOOOOO!" she screamed as she began to get raped a second time, now from behind.
With the practiced skill of the experienced porn actor, he quickly penetrated her anus, shoving his cock deeply into Kelly’s rectum, ignoring her cries and pleas for mercy.
"Aieee! Uhhh! Owoo! Uhhh! Uhhh!" Kelly cried with each thrust. But after a few minutes the strain of getting raped had begun to wear her down. Her cries became fainter, and it wasn’t long before the only sounds audible were the slapping of that cock into her asshole and her strained breathing.
"Ooo, yea, just like that you whore," her rapist moaned as he thrust faster and faster. My own experience told me that he was about to finish, and sure enough, a moment later he pulled out of her asshole, and spurted his cum all over her rear.
A moment later had stood up, and rolled Kelly onto her back. Her rear now sat in a puddle of cum, her face was still wet with cum from the first rape, dripping from her mouth and smeared with lipstick. "Aiee!" she squealed as a final slap hit her face.
"Thanks Sherry, you did a good job getting her here. She’s a great little fuck," Fred announced.
I just sat there blankly. I thought about how I had been a virgin when I was first raped, and shock hit me when I realized that I had just participated in the rape of another virgin.
