Carole Wilson - Video Games

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 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.