by Max Sharkey
Then she suddenly remembered what this depraved scene was all about. This was a Goddamned porno film. She had momentarily lost sight of what was going on. But there was no way for her to lose sight of Malcolm Reams’ huge prick. His cock seemed to loom large above her, menacing and nasty, its cock-knob throbbing and the thick, red veins that ran along its fleshy length filling with blood, making his prick grow in length and thickness.
“Quit wasting time, Sally!” Bertram admonished her, zeroing in for a close-up shot of her holding Malcolm’s abnormally large prick. “Jerk him off! Get to it! Now!”
“Yeah! Jerk my cock, you stupid asshole!” Malcolm snorted, thrusting his hips forward.
She obeyed the vile command and began to stroke Malcolm’s mighty cock-stalk, watching his prick grow in size as she rubbed her palm beneath its fleshy surface. She could feel heat being generated inside of his weighty cock-shaft as it became engorged with blood. His cock began to stand up and point toward the ceiling, its cock-knob turning a purplish hue as she rubbed his prick wildly.
Malcolm reached down and cuffed her alongside her ear, making her see stars. The giant of a man didn’t know his own strength, she thought. “What’s wrong?”
“Use both of your hands, cunt!” he snorted, his nostrils flaring, beads of perspiration forming a thin, wet line on his forehead. “Use both of your hands on my cock. Wrap your hands around my prick and stroke!”
Sally hastened to obey Malcolm Reams’ vile command. She placed both of her palms underneath his huge, swollen cock-shaft and wrapped her fingers around his prick. Awestruck at the thick circumference, she began to pump his prick to a terrifyingly huge erection.
“Awwwww! Yeah! Shit, that feels great, sweet cunt!” he exclaimed. He balanced himself on his heels and rocked back and forth, savoring the wonderful sensations that coursed through his hard prick. His cock leapt to attention in response to the manipulation, standing straight up, his cock-knob pointing skyward. “Mmmmm! Unnhhh! Love it, sweet cunt! Keep stroking my cock!”
She was repulsed at being forced to jerk the man off, but she realized that there was nothing else that she could do. There was no sense in trying to escape. With Malcolm and Bertram in the room, she wouldn’t even be able to reach the door, much less make a dash outside.
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Bertram said, moving back and focusing the camera lens for a longer shot of the wicked sex scene. “Make her suck your cock, Malcolm. Let’s get on with it, okay?”
“Sure thing,” Malcolm replied. “Your ears work, bitch?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” she replied.
“Well, you heard the director. Suck my cock! Let’s get on with it!” He stabbed his stiff, foot-long prick between her lips and rammed his lower torso forward with a powerful cock-thrust into her mouth. His cock-knob banged hard into the back portion of her mouth, slid over her tonsils and slammed deep into her throat.
She gagged immediately as his cock-knob obstructed her windpipe, suffocating her. She made obscene gurgling noises, but Malcolm kept face-fucking her, slamming forward, rotating his hips and pummeling his mighty prick-shaft deep into her tortured throat, either unaware or uncaring that she was choking on his prick.
Sally choked and grimaced in pain, shedding tears which streamed down her flushed cheeks. Malcolm’s giant prick was tearing into her mouth, pulling her jaws apart, literally ripping the muscle fibers in the lining of her mouth. She gagged loudly and pulled her face away, turning to the side to escape his mammoth cock-shaft. His huge hard-on slipped out from between her lips. The very sight of his cock was frightening and menacing. His cock was lined with thick red mid purple veins that were swollen and standing out in bold relief. His prick was wet and slimy from her saliva. His cock stood out obscenely from his crotch, where matted blond pubic hairs stuck out. His balls dangled down so far that she wondered if he ever got them tangled up in his knees when he walked around naked. This was one well-hung stud of a man, she thought. His cock-stand wagged in front of her face, moving left to right and back again, as if scolding her for failing to do a good job of cock-sucking.
“What the fuck is her problem?” Bertram shouted, patting his foot on the floor impatiently.
“Yeah, what the fuck is your problem, sweet cunt? Is my cock too big for your little mouth?” Malcolm remarked, standing before her, poised to resume face-fucking the poor, helpless girl.
“Yes! Your cock is huge! It’s choking me! I can’t suck that!” she exclaimed, pointing a finger at his mammoth prick-shaft. “It-it’s impossible!”
The backhand blow struck her across her eyes and sent her sprawling to the floor. “You fucking cock-sucking bitch!” Malcolm snorted angrily. He yanked her up to her knees, tugging her by her long red hair. “Get on with it, bitch!”
He pried her lips open with his powerful thumbs and rammed forward, his prick slicing into her mouth. “Suck! Suck my cock, sweet cunt!” He began to face-fuck her brutally, with forceful cock thrusts into her wet mouth. His prick-tip probed about inside her mouth, prying her jaws apart, stretching the muscles in her mouth to the limit.
She winced in pain and tried to fight back the tears as she slurped his bloated cock-knob into her tortured and aching mouth. She couldn’t take all of his prick into her mouth. That was an anatomical impossibility! But she could suck a good six or seven inches of his thick prick between her lips. When she felt as though she were about to choke and gag on his cock-knob, she would pull her head back slightly to relieve the pressure on her throat. Then before Malcolm got a chance to realize what she was doing, she would hunker down on his cock again, slurping and sucking his prick into her wet, hot mouth.
“Uh, yeah! Nice little cock-sucker!” he exclaimed, complimenting her in his own lewd way for her ability to suck his mammoth prick. “Now you suck my cock hard, and if your mouth isn’t big enough, then that’s just tough shit for you, sweet cunt!” He took the back of her head between his big, thick meaty fists and pulled her forward as be pumped his cock-shaft between her lips, cruelly face-fucking her, grunting and snorting with obscene delight. “Unnhhh! Unnhhh! Yeah! This bitch is all right! She sucks cock good!” he said, speaking to Bertram Havermeyer who moved in for a close shot with the movie camera. Malcolm grabbed Sally’s hands and placed them on his quivering ass-cheeks. “This’ll give you a better grip, sweet cunt!”
She gripped his thick, muscular ass in her hands, feeling the clammy, slippery sweat that came out of the pores on his fleshy ass-cheeks. She cried, but her tears merely dripped onto his pubic hair and got mixed up with the perspiration that drenched his crotch. Her tongue swirled around and licked the underside of his shaft, fucking across the spot just beneath his bulbous knob.
“Unnhhh! That’s the spot! That’s it! Dammit! That’s the spot!” he bellowed. “Aaahhh! Aaahhh!” He was gasping as he plunged forward again and again, filling her aching mouth with his stiff prick. His cock was huge, swollen and stiff as it slammed repeatedly into her oral cavity, causing her to retch in a frantic effort to keep from choking and spitting his prick out of her mouth. Her jaws felt like they were being split apart by his raging prick as it ripped hard and fast into the tissues that lined the inside of her mouth. Her tonsils puffed up, swelling from the irritation of his cock-knob as it raked across the sensitive area.
She gave special attention to “the spot” beneath his bloated cock-knob, lapping and licking, tongue-lashing that special area from which the huge man seemed to derive such sexual delight. She sucked and slurped on his cock-knob, taking as much of his prick as possible into her mouth. But even when she sucked his cock-knob painfully down into her throat, she could still see a good five inches of the base of his prick which she was unable to suck. Christ! she thought. Malcolm was a real prick!
Her jaws began to ache terribly, and his cock just seemed to keep growing bigger and bigger in her sucking mouth. She found it difficult to believe that any mere mortal could possess a slab of cock the size of Malc
olm’s prick. No wonder his prick was called a “horse-cock”. Even horses would envy a prick this size, she thought.
“Unnhhh! Yeah! Good little cock-sucker!” Malcolm exclaimed. “Nice blow-job, bitch!” He cackled maniacally, his voice pitched higher than usual. But not for a second did he quit face-fucking the poor girl. He kept gyrating his hips, slamming his giant prick between her sucking lips, moaning and groaning with obscene delight. “I love it!”
Sally hated it! She could tell that Malcolm was about ready to come. He was groaning louder and louder as he face-fucked her.
Then he made a low, moaning sound and shot his wad, his jism spurting out of his cock-slit and pouring into her mouth. She gasped for air and sucked down his salty, jelly-like load of cum.
“Drink it all down, sweet cunt!” Malcolm commanded in a hoarse, no-nonsense voice.
She obeyed, sucking down his jism and milking the head of his prick in a frantic effort to drink and swallow all of his cum quickly, before he had a chance to become angry with her.
“Unnhhh! Unnhhh!” he gasped as he twisted and turned, rocking on his heels, pumping his prick into her mouth. Thick gobs of creamy jism pulsed through his blue-veined cock and shot hard into her sucking mouth, filling her mouth, completely. His prick just kept spurting out cum. It kept coming, although it seemed as though it were impossible for any man – even a hulking giant of a man like Malcolm Reams – to carry around so much jism in his balls. “Keep sucking, sweet cunt! Suck my cock until it’s dry!”
She kept slurping on his cock-knob, her tongue fucking across his piss-slit, lapping at the cum which spurted out of his prick. She sucked his prick until it was spent and dry.
Malcolm flinched and moved back away from her, his prick almost dropping out of her mouth. She kept her lips clenched around his bulbous cock-knob, wondering what she should do next. She could see that his prick was quickly losing its hardness. His cock was getting soft and flaccid.
The hulking man took another step backward and his long, dangling prick slid out of her mouth and swung like a vine in front of her eyes.
“That was a nice blow-job!” Malcolm said, beaming with satisfaction, complimenting her for a blow-job well done.
She nodded her head in acknowledgement, not wishing to chance raising his ire.
“That was a good first scene!” Bertram Havermeyer yelled. He turned off the movie camera. “A great first scene! Shit, where the hell is Mindy, anyway?”
“Why don’t we just go right ahead and film another scene while we wait for Mindy?” Malcolm said.
“I have to think about it,” Bertram said, leaving the room. Malcolm Reams followed him out, shrugging his shoulders and grinning at Sally as though nothing unusual had occurred.
5
Bertram Havermeyer and Malcolm Reams soon returned to the harshly-lit room, only this time Malcolm worked the movie camera as Bertram moved forward and cuffed Sally across the room, striking her with his open palm. Malcolm eagerly filmed the brutal manner in which Bertram smacked the wretched girl. His eyes were bulging and half-glazed.
Then the man pulled a long and wide table out from a corner and shoved it into the center of the room. Sally stared at the table. She shook her head in confusion. It was a strange table, so long and wide, covered with shiny black leather. Wooden pegs that appeared to be about twelve inches in length protruded from each corner of the unusual table. Attached to the pegs were steel shackles. She gasped with horror as she caught sight of the manacles.
“I… I don’t get it,” she said, her voice thin and more strained than before.
“You don’t get what?” Bertram asked casually. “I don’t get what that weird table is for,” she said, cringing nervously.
Bertram moved forward, taking long strides. He lifted her up, cupping his hands under her armpits and pulling her to her feet. Then he smacked her ass very hard and she quickly scooted across the room.
“Okay, jump up on the table and try it out for size,” Bertram said.
“No!” she replied emphatically.
“You’re not cooperating, Sally. That’s not very smart on your part,” Bertram said condescendingly. “Now, climb up on the table.”
She paused for a moment, holding her ground, her knees weak and trembling.
“Well, if you refuse to cooperate, I suppose I’ll have to whip you,” Bertram said coldly.
When she heard that, Sally quickly jumped onto the table. She sat there, her legs dangling down. For a moment she felt like a patient in a hospital examination room, naked and waiting on the examination table for the doctor to check her out. But, such was not the case.
Bertram Havermeyer reached out and grabbed one of her wrists. She screamed and tried to pull free, but it was impossible. Bertram was too big and strong. He clamped the heavy steel shackle down on her wrist. Then he snatched up her other hand and attached a manacle to it. She pulled and jerked about in a frenzy of energy, but there was no way for her to escape. She was manacled to the wooden pegs, her arms held above her head and outstretched. Then he shackled her ankles in the same rude manner.
When the man stepped back to examine the girl who lay spread-caged and shackled to the pegs on the leather table, he seemed very happy with himself, “Move in and get a close shot of her like this,” he instructed Malcolm Reams. Malcolm stepped in close and focused the camera on her naked body.
“How about a big smile for the film audience now, sweet cunt,” Malcolm taunted.
She puckered her lips and spat at the camera, hissing, “Fuck you!”
“Ha! Ha! That’s the spirit. Just the reaction I anticipated,” he said, laughing. Then he moved back and Bertram closed in on her. In his hand, Bertram held a long rubber dildo that was shaped like a nightstick. The dildo had rough bumps on its rubbery surface.
“P-please don’t touch me with that vile thing,” she begged, her voice shrill with nervous anticipation.
“Oh, I’ll do better than that, bitch! I’ll fuck your pussy with this dildo,” Bertram said.
“No!” she shrieked in outrage as he began to tease her cruelly, rubbing the thick rubber tip of the bumpy dildo over her pink pussy-lips. Her eyes showed her horror and indignation, like those of a wounded animal. She lay there on the leather table, spread-eagled and shackled down, more mortified and embarrassed than she had ever imagined. She was hopelessly caught up in a web of sexual perversion and there was no way out. Her anguish was almost unbearable. She knew that she presented a ridiculously absurd sight, but what could she do about it? Nothing! Nothing but try to endure the utter humiliation of this decadent experience. She sobbed and looked up at Malcolm with imploring eyes. “Please, if you have a shred of decency, you won’t do this to me.”
“Well, God damn it! You hit me right where it hurts, little bitch. But, you know what? I don’t have a shred of decency.” He laughed at his sick joke and continued to rub the rubber dildo against her pink cunt-lips, making her squirm about in agonized fear on the torture table.
He reached down and opened the folds of her pussy-lips so that the thick dildo could penetrate her cuntal opening. The tip of the bumpy dildo raked across her clit-sheath, opening the fleshy aperture so that her clit was totally exposed and vulnerable to the abusive treatment from the dildo.
“Aaaaeeeee!” she wailed as the pain tore through her loins, ripping into her cunt. Her pussy was not yet slick with cunt-juice and the dildo was rubbing across her dry, raw, tender cunt-flesh. It felt as though her pussy were being clawed apart by the rubber bumps on the tip of the dildo as it probed past her outer cunt-lips and into her cuntal cavity. She struggled vainly in her bonds. But for all of her struggling, her dire situation only became worse. The steel manacles dug into her tender flesh and caused her untold pain.
“It is foolish for you to struggle like that,” he said. “Why not just grin and bear it, bitch!”
Bertram Havermeyer was insane! she thought. She had never met such a wicked and dec
adent man. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she grimaced in terrible pain as the rubber dildo dug into her pussy, reaming out her cunt-walls obscenely.
“Aaaaaeeee! Aaahhh! Don’t do that! Please!” she wailed as she felt the grotesque dildo sawing into her pussy, stretching her cunt-walls to the limit. “Please, don’t push that awful thing up my pussy any farther. Shit! You’ll rip my pussy apart!” She groaned loudly, fully aware that her pleas for mercy would go unheeded by Bertram Havermeyer. He didn’t give a shit how much pain she felt, how humiliated she felt. That didn’t matter to him – not in the least. All that he cared about was his own demented, sadistic pleasure. And from the lewd smile on his face, he was getting plenty of pleasure.
“Ha! Ha! If your pussy does get ripped up by my dildo, it won’t be my fault. It’ll be your fault, because if your pussy gets wet with cunt-juice, it won’t hurt so fucking much, you asshole! Ha! Ha!”
He wormed the blunt tip of the dildo into her cunt, inch by terrifying inch, until the rubber shaft of the thick dildo was deeply embedded in her tortured twat. Obscenely, he worked the dildo back and forth in her tight cunt, sawing away madly, tearing into her tight pussy. The rubber bumps on the dildo-shaft raped across her exposed clit which instantly responded, getting hard and becoming erect, swollen with blood. She writhed and shook, her muscles flexing and spasming out of control as she shrieked in agony and dread, afraid that her cunt was being torn to shreds by the wicked rubber dildo. She gasped loudly and tried to pull away from the dildo which fucked into her cunt.
But, much to her dismay, the shackles held her tightly in her spread-eagle position on the torture table, making her practically immobile. She was able to twist her hips about some, but not enough to escape the probing dildo. She felt the bumpy tip of the dildo pressing deeper and deeper into her cunt. Moreover, whenever she tried to pull back away from the dildo, Bertram just rammed it harder into her cunt. He showed her no mercy at all. He just kept pumping the rubber dildo into her tortured twat, dildo-fucking her pussy with wild abandon, loving every agonized moment that she suffered.
