zipper didn't work anyway, and lunged across the bed onto the full length of Cindy's body, pressing his scarred face against her soft downy cheek, where he was able to inhale the light odor of her body perfume.
'Hey,' Gillian whispered from behind the camera. 'You're supposed to play with her first!'
'Just begin shooting, cunt!' Buck growled. 'I'll show you a fuck scene you won't ever forget!'
The heavy impact had forced the wind from Cindy's body, and the first thing that affronted her was the heaving breath of the animallike man on top of her. She winced and began to weakly struggle beneath him, but his hands pushed on the back of her head until her face was stuffed down into the mattress, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Buck's knees relentlessly forced at her legs, parting them with rough pressure that scraped at her thighs.
Cindy strained to keep her legs from being opened, but it was useless; her head pounded from sudden fright, and she was too weak to resist.
She gave a low groan as her resistance was broken and her legs snapped wide open behind her. Buck let himself slide down between her legs, and the roughness of the material of his clothes burned her skin as he moved over her. A moan came from deep in her throat as she felt his rapidly hardening cock touching wetly at the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs. He pushed it forward so that the long rod slithered along the wide-split crevice of her naked asscheeks, as Gillian behind the camera whirred away. She had been initially taken aback by the man's sudden deviation from the script, but decided he might really put out on his own. She would pay the girl double to handle any objections she might have to a little roughness. Anyway, they wouldn't dare hurt her.
Cindy wriggled her bottom, the only part of her that she could move, trying to get the lustfully throbbing cock out from between her nakedly split asscheeks. But every move she made served to make Buck's cock still harder, and increased his determination to stay on top of her and fuck her his way.
'Lift that ass up!' he ordered, pulling himself up and off of her prostrate form, so that he stood between her spread legs at the edge of the bed. Cindy started to press her legs together again, stiffening each muscle in a useless effort to resist him, tears of real terror springing to her eyes at the sudden turn of events.
A loud anguished cry echoed shrilly in her head, increasing in pitch at each new indignity foisted upon her helpless body before the ceaselessly grinding camera.
When Buck saw that she was not going to obey him, he lifted his hand and let it fall heavily to her gelatinously quivering asscheeks with a loud crack. Charlie stood to the side, watching gleefully.
'Let me have a go…come on, Buck, lemme at her too!' he pleaded.
'No!' his companion growled. 'You'll have your turn, don't worry!'
Cindy's naked ass was turning a deep pink from the slap it had just received, and the pain was beginning to subside when the hand came down again…crack!
'Move it!' he repeated, and this time Cindy tried to move the way she thought he wanted her to, but it was not fast enough for Buck, and he pushed his hand down on the back of her head again, holding her until she relaxed the whole of her body so that he would allow her to breathe. Then, having won his battle, he pulled at her fearfully trembling asscheeks until they were lifted high off the bed. She hung there, her behind lewdly suspended in the air.
Cindy knew that it was useless to struggle because even the lady who had hired her could not stop them. Eventually they would obtain what they wanted from her, no matter what she did to protest. No one else could hear her muffled cries, and even if they did, they would assume that it was all a part of the normal goings on in the film studio.
Cindy felt she had sunk lower than it was possible to sink. She had to give in to the horrible humiliation of her tormentors' every whim. They would be able to manipulate her body in any way they saw fit, any way that would satisfy their enormous hunger. Perhaps if she cooperated, they would not beat her any more; they would be satisfied just to fuck her, shoot their obscene cum inside her pussy, and be done with it.
Buck knelt on the bed behind her nakedly raised ass, staring as though he might be struck blind the next moment. He had never seen anything like it. All of Cindy's blonde young cunt and huge tits were displayed before him in all their fresh young splendor. He felt hot all over, itching for the feel of his cock deep in the hidden recesses of her cunt. He wanted to explode inside her and fuck her to pieces. His balls were full and aching as he pulled on them and stroked his rock-hard shaft, longing to shove it into the narrow opening of her teenager's cunt. But he had a perverse desire to make it last as long as possible.
Way in the back of his mind he knew that he would never get a chance like this again, never. And he wanted to make the most of it while he had it, camera or not!
'What're you waitin' for, Buck? Come on, give it to her…feed her a little cock. That's some hot little ass she got there, ain't it?'
Charlie sat fondling his huge erection and gulped whiskey from his bottle, slopping the liquid over himself and the bedcovers.
Buck didn't bother to answer. He wasn't going to let himself be rushed.
This was one piece of ass he was going to enjoy! With a rush of anger, he remembered Cindy's screams when she had first looked at him, and then the way she had turned away, not looking him in the face. She hadn't been acting either. What did she think she was anyway? Some kind of high and mighty saint? He'd fix it so that she'd be groveling under him; he was going to feel her wiggle beneath him, wanting him to fuck her harder, wanting him to fill her cunt fully!
He placed his hard, pulsating cock so that it was barely touching the smooth, sleek crevice of her ass, tormenting the soft cheeks of flesh with his kneading fingers by pulling them apart and then pressing them together around the huge bulbous tip of his cock.
Cindy's nakedly exposed young asscheeks contracted helplessly against the pulling of Buck's thumbs, but he kept on pressing outward with a steady motion, not hard, but gently and firmly, determined to break the youngster's will by sheer cunning, if nothing else. Eventually, it worked, and the moon-shaped orbs were lax, spread wide before him as he dropped down so that he could peer into the soft brown circle of her asshole with its small puckered opening and the tempting folds of her blonde, curl-fringed cunt below. His lips were only inches away from the soft blonde strands that wisped around the entrance to Cindy's cunt, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweetness of her inner young pussy flesh, pushing Charlie away as he craned over beside him in an attempt to see too.
The young actress was calmer now…it didn't seem as though he was going to hit her again. She was surprised by his slow movements…she had not been prepared for that, expecting a savage rape for which she had steeled her mind. She didn't know quite how to react to this soft touch and it unsettled her. There was something strange about it, something horrible, as her body seemed to respond with something akin to relief, even gratitude for not being treated cruelly. She felt like two separate beings…her mind and her body were not functioning together.
Cindy tried to suppress the lewd, cunt-moistening sensation that she could feel rising inside her thumb-spread pussy as Buck steadily breathed into her naked cunt and asshole, slowly inhaling and exhaling her luxuriously sensual fragrance. She sighed and let her ass muscles relax still another notch into a state of looseness brought on by the freedom from anticipation of pain.
But her mind sensed that there was another danger, and it was not long in appearing, for Cindy began to feel a strange wetness at the base of her spine. It spread from a tiny point to about the size of a poker chip, and then began to creep slowly up her spinal column.
Buck was licking his long, thick tongue up her back, inching along with infinite slowness, causing an uncontrollable shiver to run up and down her back. At first it was only a feeling of surprise, but then the tingling sensations turned to pleasure. Alarmed, the youngster attempted to move her arms from their cramped position tied behind her back, but she could only pull them up a little way from her body, and the wetness continued to move up and down until, inexplicably, it stopped entirely.
Cindy found herself waiting for its next appearance. Why had it stopped? Then she caught herself: she was actually thinking as if she wanted the lewd licking to continue. The very thought that she was enjoying being filmed like this was hideous…and her mind reeled with confusion. She no longer felt like herself…it seemed as though she must be someone else going through these horrid things…and Cindy, the young country girl, no longer existed. She couldn't…she couldn't be there on that dirty bed in an upstairs room of a fuck-film studio…no…such things didn't happen, and she fought the reality of the unbelievable scene, bitterly tossing her head from side to side.
'Keep licking, that looks hot,' she heard Gillian direct from behind the camera. 'She'll love it in a minute.'
