ideal for the part and it would be a wild film that should turn both men and women on. The girl's name was Cindy, and even though she was eighteen, she looked only about fifteen and had that fresh 'off-the-farm' beauty that would raise a man's cock in seconds. And…she really was innocent. She had, of course, been fucked before, but was still relatively innocent, and Gillian had been careful to disclose all the girl would have to do to earn her much needed twenty-five dollars. She had told her she would have to fuck for it in front of a movie camera and pretend she was being raped by two of the toughest guys in the city, and the young girl had just smiled and agreed to it all. Plucky little thing, this Cindy.
The guys, named Buck and Charlie, had been no problem at all. She had just entered a bar on 42nd Street and offered them ten bucks apiece for their services to screw a young girl silly, and they had jumped at the chance for a strange piece of ass and enough money to throw a good drunk on with.
'All right, everyone, places,' Gillian commanded after she finished loading the camera and setting the lighting to her liking. 'And let's make it good. I want everyone to put their whole hearts into it and turn out a real turn-on film.'
She aimed the camera at the door of the rundown tenement room she had arranged as a set in Frank's studio and flipped it on. 'Lights, camera, action!' she shouted and let the story she had laid out begin to unfold before the camera's eye.
There was the rattling of a key in the door, and the voluptuous blonde Cindy opened it and started to enter her room. She suddenly saw the two men inside, and with a look of horror on her face, started to turn and run, but the ugliest of the two men, Buck, jumped out and grabbed hold of her arm before she could get away. Cindy struggled furiously, trying to escape the burglar's powerful hold, but he dragged her convincingly, screaming and kicking, into the room. With growing alarm, she realized that she was now trapped in her own apartment and at the mercy of two heartless criminals.
She fought down the rising panic inside her as the man deposited her in the middle of the room. She would try to reason with him, she figured.
She would let them have her money and everything would be all right.
They would leave and not touch her. Her mouth opened and her eyes looked up at him, but his face was covered with scars and she couldn't stand to look at him, so she quickly glanced away. For the first time she saw the other one, as the camera panned to him. Just as ragged and beat up as his friend, he was stretched out on her turned-down bed, a bottle of whiskey at his side. He sat up, looking at the voluptuous young teenager with great interest, his mouth gaping wide and a bit of spittle forming in its corner.
'You can have all my money…' Cindy started. 'For heaven's sake… please, you've got to let me go!' She held her hands at her throat and tried backing toward the door.
'Who you tryin' to kid? What's this, some game? We don't need no money, kid…just some good fuckin'.' He grabbed at Cindy's huge young tits, taking one in each hand and squeezing hard. Cindy screamed as loud as she could, pushing at the big paws that surrounded her twin mounds.
'Help!' she yelled. 'Somebody help me!'
Buck stood back from her, surprised before the camera by her determination to get away, then his ugly face twisted from a jovial leer into a determined scowl.
'Aw no! Naw…you ain't gonna holler like that…shut up!' Buck jerked his hand forward and hit her across the face with a hard blow, then before she could catch her breath to scream again, he clamped his dirty hand across her mouth, turning her about rudely and twisting her arm behind her back in a hammerlock.
'That's it,' Gillian murmured softly, surprised by the intensity with which the actors were entering into the spirit of the film. The young actress's eyes bulged above the huge hand that pressed down on her lips. She shuddered as a shiver of well-acted revulsion started at her toes and ran straight up to her scalp. It was too horrible to believe.
She made moaning and grunting noises, muffling her mouth against the hard, rough skin of the burglar's hand as inside her head the screams she could not utter resounded with shattering strength. She struggled wildly, but he moved her with him across the room, holding her body close to his. She felt an enormous surge of hysteria rise from her belly and her legs and arms began to tremble uncontrollably as she saw that they were getting closer and closer to the other man on her bed against the wall.
Cindy's arm looked as though it was twisted almost to the breaking point, and she looked as though she would faint from the pain, but she soon had still another nightmare to consider as she gazed down at the dreadful sight of the man on the bed grinning toothlessly up at her.
She could see him begin to drool hideously, and she tried even more desperately to get away from the restraining hands.
The one called Charlie looked up at the voluptuous young blonde, his fishy eyes popping as he took in the breathtaking sight of her as her thin coat hung open revealing the diaphanous material of her summer dress, a glint of bare skin showing through the light covering. He reached up and with one gruff motion ripped at her coat, pulling sharply downwards so that the sleeves remained hanging on her arms, and her filmy dress exposed all her tantalizing young curves to his face.
His look took in the long voluptuous legs, draped by the folds of Cindy's dress, the tantalizing stretch of her thighs, the startling cups of her huge white tits, jutting forth as she strained to get away.
'Oh, man oh man!' Charlie grinned. 'Looky here!' He felt like someone had dropped a million dollars in his lap; he'd never seen anything that even approached the perfection of Cindy's body. He began to laugh and chortle, clapping his hands and bouncing up and down on the bed for the benefit of the ceaselessly grinding camera.
'Can I touch her, Buck? Can I?' He looked pleadingly up at his companion, who continued to apply enough pressure on Cindy's arm to keep her from bolting.
'Later, later!' Buck answered roughly according to the script. 'Hand me something…hand me those silk stockings!' He pointed to a pair of Cindy's long hosiery on the floor beside the bed. Charlie bent over and picked them up, pausing to look at the teen-aged blonde's ankles and calves from the new angle before handing the socks up to Buck, then he watched with something like admiration as Buck quickly fashioned a knot and bound Cindy's hands tightly together behind her back. He found a handkerchief in his pocket and pushed it way to the back of Cindy's mouth to stop the screams she had resumed once his hands were occupied with binding her.
'There…that'll keep you for a while…noisy bitch!' He spun her about to face him, smirking as she tottered unsteadily on her feet. She was trussed up like a Thanksgiving goose, ready to be consumed by a hungry mob. The silk stockings were so tight that they cut sharply into her wrists, and the gag in her mouth made it difficult for her to grunt, much less yell.
'Hold her steady,' she heard Buck's voice command, and then she felt her thin dress and underthings being ripped from her naked body.
She knew then that there was no doubt about what they were going to do to her, and the thought of getting fucked by them both created a raging turmoil inside her that caused a sickening dizziness to envelope her.
And then as Gillian, behind the camera, signaled, a giant fist slammed into her head, causing her to groan and pretend to lose consciousness so that the two men would spread her unprotected, limp body on the crumpled sheet of the bed.
They laughed cruelly at the sight of her nude body lying face down on the bed before them, her firm asscheeks bulging up from her hips. Then Charlie abruptly stopped laughing.
'Ah Buck…you knocked her out. That ain't no fun!'
'She'll come round…don't you worry…she'll be sassy enough!' An idea had come into his mind. For the first time in a long time he was thinking, and it felt good. He stood staring, bleary eyed, down at the soft creamy skin of Cindy's naked young asscheeks glistening in the lamplight of the film set. She was ready for whatever he might choose to do to her. All the deep-seated anger that abided in his soul seemed to rise now as he enjoyed this position of power. Power was the one thing he had never had, and now this! It had slowly dawned on him that Cindy was not one of the standard fuck-film actresses! But he had no intention of just following the script after he caught a glimpse of what she looked like underneath that dress. She was class, and he knew it, even though he'd never been that close to it. Cindy symbolized all the women who had scorned him on the streets, all those who had turned away in disgust at the sight of him and refused to recognize him as a human being like themselves. Well, he would show them…he would show her!
All the hurts he had ever endured appeared before him in the circles of Cindy's helpless white asscheeks, and Buck could feel his cock aching like it had never ached before. Without ceremony, he pulled it out of his pants, the
