smile creeping across his rough, but handsome face.
Sally looked closely at Malcolm Reams. He was a huge man, at least six feet four inches in height. He looked to be about two hundred and twenty pounds at least, every ounce firm, hard muscle. Malcolm was in good shape, there was no doubt about that, she thought. His face was angular, but handsome in a rugged sort of way. But he was so huge. He frightened her with his strength and size.
She cowered and watched the two men as they shook hands and looked in her direction.
Their eyes perused her naked body with gleeful enthusiasm. They sized her up as though she were a used car part at a swap meet. 'Yeah, she'll be great!' Bertram Havermeyer said with enthusiasm. 'We'll shoot the opening scenes right away, then we can finish up as soon as Mindy gets here. Where is the little bitch, anyway?'
'She'll be along,' the hulking Malcolm Reams replied, smiling broadly. 'She had a little bit of a problem disposing of the last girl she co-starred with. You know how jealous Mindy gets when there's another beautiful girl in one of her films. Mindy thinks she's the best porno star in the business, and she can't stand competition.' Casting a baleful glance in Sally's direction, he pointed his finger at her and warned, 'Don't get Mindy angry at you, bitch, because if you do, you'll be awful fucking sorry.'
'I-I don't understand,' Sally stammered, her mind racing, her body quaking with fear. 'Who is Mindy and who are you two? And what do you want with me?'
'Jesus, Bert,' Malcolm said. 'You mean to tell me the cunt doesn't even know what she's here for? Christ, I thought you were gonna be more professional after the last movie.' Malcolm was pissed off. He shook his head angrily, disgusted at Bertram Havermeyer.
'Listen,' Bertram said by way of explanation to the hulking man. 'It ain't easy casting porno films. I take what I can get. But I know you like sexy bitches to work with. It helps you get up for the part. Get it?' He laughed at his joke, and Malcolm soon joined in.
Sally didn't comprehend the joke. She shook her head. 'Just tell me what I'm doing here,' she demanded.
Malcolm stroked his crotch and strolled forward, rubbing the huge bulge in his pants. 'You're gonna co-star in a film, a porno film. With me!'
'No!' she screamed as the grim reality of the situation set in.
'Let her have it, Malcolm!' Bertram exclaimed. 'I'll get the camera and start filming. Break the bitch into the business good and proper. You're the best in the business. Give it to her.'
'You bet!' Malcolm said, moving forward. He grabbed her arm in his powerful fist and squeezed her bicep.
'What – ouch!' she screeched as Malcolm Reams lifted her high in the air and slapped her across the face, jolting her head back, her teeth rattling in her mouth. Slap! Slap! Slap! He hit her three more times, quickly, knocking her head from side to side as though she were a rubber doll. Her head snapped back and she could hear bones cracking in her neck. For a moment, she wondered if her neck had been broken by the beating.
He flung her across the room. She slid across the carpeted floor and crumpled into the corner, cowering, weeping hard, tears streaming down her face. 'You-you're insane, both of you!' she shouted angrily.
Malcolm paid her no attention. He walked woodenly to the doorway and shouted out to Bertram. 'Where are my fucking props, dammit?'
Bertram appeared in an instant, carrying a heavy black leather suitcase. He handed the suitcase to Malcolm and reached back into the hallway. When he reappeared, he carried a movie camera. He focused the lens and aimed the camera at the anguished, tear-stained face of Sally, who propped herself up on her hands and knees, shaking her head back and forth as though she were trying to recover from a dreadful nightmare. But it was not a nightmare! This was reality! She was relieved to discover that all of her bones were still in one piece. She had almost expected her body to be broken into small pieces from the rough treatment.
She watched anxiously as she saw Malcolm Reams rooting about in the suitcase. He pulled out a small, black leather riding crop and smiled gleefully. Stepping forward, he turned to face the movie camera. 'Get a good shot of this, Bert,' he said. 'I'm gonna whip the bitch real good!'
Sally could hardly believe the words that issued from the hulking man's mouth. But the proof was in the pudding, and there was no question that Malcolm was standing above her, poised to strike her with the riding crop. 'Get ready, bitch! I'm gonna beat your ass, you fucking slut!'
'No! Please, don't hit me with that whip! I beg of you!' she screamed. 'I beg of you!'
Malcolm certainly heard her screams of anguish, her piteous pleas for mercy, but he ruthlessly ignored them.
Whap! Whap! Whap! The riding crop fell with relentless regularity about her shoulders and tits. From the look on Malcolm's face, Sally could tell that he truly relished whipping her with the riding crop. He hovered over her, his massive body shading her naked flesh from the harsh spotlights. He languished thrashing blows across her tortured and aching tits, the tip of the riding crop slashing painfully across her pointed nipples.
Enraged, but too scared to protest, Sally whimpered in agony and terror, screeching loudly. 'Aaaaaeeee!' Her soul-rending shrieks echoed through the room as she tried desperately to cover her tender tits with her hands. She crossed her arms, placing her palms over her nipples to protect her aching tit-buds from further abuse. She rolled over and over, but Malcolm was instantly upon her with the riding crop, thrashing at whatever flesh was exposed on her naked body. She flinched as the whip struck her ass-checks, which quivered and trembled in response to the brutal whipping strokes which bore down upon her. Twitching and wincing with pain, she drew herself onto her hands and knees. She tried to crawl away from the thrashing whip, but Malcolm only followed her, taking long strides, flailing her mercilessly with the riding crop which sliced through the air and snapped across her flesh.
Malcolm seemed to be hungry to inflict pain on the poor, wretched young girl. He looked as though he were hypnotized with sadistic lust. His prick was bulging in his trousers as he straddled the girl and rained blows of the whip down on her tits. When she rolled over, he thrashed her ass-cheeks.
Al the while, Sally could hear the low whirring sound of the motion picture camera as it recorded the vile and wicked proceedings. Bertram Havermeyer was happily filming everything, a wide grin pasted on his face. Sally looked over in the man's direction and was startled to see that his trousers were bulging, too. Bertram had a huge hard-on in his pants, his rigid prick striving to break out of his trousers. She was horrified at the lewd sight.
Malcolm threw the whip aside and grabbed the girl by her long, red hair. He pulled her head up and stood straddling her face. 'Take my cock out of my pants,' he commanded in a stern, no-nonsense voice that frightened Sally half to death.
She instantly obeyed his vile command, unzipping his fly and tugging out his huge cock. When his prick flopped out of his trousers and wagged before her startled eyes, she did a classic double take. His prick was monstrous, bulging, bloated with hot blood, engorged and stiff. She held his limp prick in her palms and stared at his mammoth cock-shaft, astounded that any man's prick could be so huge.
'Jack me off, slut!' Malcolm commanded sternly. 'Jack my cock off! Get my prick nice and hard!'
'What?' she said. She really hadn't heard what Malcolm had said. She had been too absorbed in looking at his huge prick to pay attention. 'What was that?' she repeated weakly.
He cuffed her with his open palm, almost knocking her onto the floor. 'Oh, Christ,' he said, exasperated. 'You are a dumb cunt, aren't you? Jack me off, cunt! Jerk my cock up and down. Get my prick hard, you idiot!'
'Okay,' she replied meekly. 'I-I'm sorry! It-it's just that your… your prick is so huge. Jesus! I-I've never seen such a big cock in my whole life.'
'Yeah!' Bertram interjected as he continued to film the debauched and decadent scene. 'Good old Malcolm has what is known in the trade as a horse-cock. He is a well-hung son of a bitch, isn't he, Sally?'
Somewhat perturbed and overwhelmed by the manner in which Bertram spoke to her, Sally shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She wasn't quite sure how to react to these lewd men. One thing she knew for certain – she was being filmed. Moreover, this was a pornographic film. Who could say how many people would see Sally, completely naked, helpless and vulnerable, at the mercy of Malcolm Reams? The very thought repelled her and made her sick to her stomach. She almost got sick on the spot, but there was no time to think or do anything but pay attention to Malcolm Reams, who stood hovering over her, his legs spread far apart, feet planted on the carpet. He kicked off his trousers and stood before her as she knelt on the floor, naked and exposed.
'Now, let's get back to business, sweet cunt!' Malcolm snarled. 'Weren't you just about to jack my cock off,
