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Here is a new story titled "Holly's Pregnancy" -- I hope you like it!

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WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. 
It may contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts
that could be highly offensive to almost every reader.  This story is
intended for ADULTS only.  If you are under the legal age of consent in
your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW.
Feedback is appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it
stimulating.

   HOLLY'S PREGNANCY

   By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com)
Codes: MMMMMF anal bestiality humil nc preg rape snuff torture
INTRODUCTION: Before the Wedding
Holly Marie Combs was standing in the vestibule of the small chapel at
San Ysidro Ranch in Montecito, California.  Nestled in the lush Montecito
foothills not far from Santa Barbara, the resort has provided a tranquil
retreat for more a century.  Guests are drawn to this legendary hideaway
for its blend of exquisite natural beauty, romantic heritage and classic
luxury.  Myth and history mingle in the fragrant gardens where Vivien Leigh
and Sir Laurence Olivier exchanged vows.  It was the setting for John and

Jackie Kennedy's honeymoon retreat.

   Holly was thrilled to be there, but not just because of the history --
she was about to get married, for the last time in her life.  After a brief
marriage to fellow actor Bryan Smith from 1993 to 1997, she was briefly
engaged to Storm Lyndon before they split up in 2000.  When she met David
Donoho on the set of her TV series, "Charmed," in 2001, she knew she loved
him almost instantly.  They started living together that same year, and two
years later Holly found out that she was going to have a baby.  The couple
decided to get married on Valentine's Day, February 14, 2004, when Holly
was seven months pregnant -- and now here she was, about to walk down the
aisle and have the wedding of her dreams.  Holly was trying to smile -- but
the pain from the metal clamps attached to her nipples was driving her
crazy.

   She looked down at her chest.  Her bare breasts, swollen because of her
pregnancy, were sticking out like soccer balls, and on each erect nipple
was a large alligator clamp, its sharp metal teeth biting into her soft
flesh.  The clamps were joined by a heavy silver chain, and the weight of
the chain distended her nipples and made them hurt more.  Her white wedding
veil covered her face modestly, and she was wearing white stockings, and
white pumps with five-inch heels and ankle straps -- but the stockings
ended at the top of her thighs, and otherwise she was naked.  Her pregnant
belly was hanging out massively, her shaved pussy fully visible between her
legs, and her round little ass was bare.  She was just 5 feet 2, but she
had already gained 30 pounds during her pregnancy, and she was having
trouble keeping her balance in her high heels.  She had wanted to wear low
heels, but David said he wanted her to look sexy for the wedding, and she
always did what he told her because she loved him so much.  She had picked
out a beautiful wedding dress, but David said he wanted all the guests to
see how beautiful her pregnant body was, so she agreed to wear just the
veil with her stockings and high heels.

   Holly had tears in her eyes because of the sharp pain of the clamps on
her nipples, but she tried to smile prettily as the doors to the chapel
started to open.  Here we go!  She glanced down, and just below her veil
she could see the very faint pink lines across the top of her breasts, with
similar marks barely visible across her protruding belly, almost completely
healed now.  She started slowly moving toward the altar, her big breasts
jiggling with every step, and she thought about everything she had gone
through to get to this moment.

   CHAPTER 1: Holly's Sexual History

   Holly had been on "Charmed" for three seasons when she met David, and
she fell head over heels in love.  Her first marriage at age 20 had been
unpleasant almost from the start, but now she was 27, and she felt a lot
more mature and able to assess her feelings toward men.  Her best friend,
Shannen Doherty, liked David a lot, which gave Holly confidence that he was
a good man.  Holly and Shannen had worked together since "Charmed" first
went on the air, and they were like sisters.  Holly like the third actress
on the show, Alyssa Milano, but Shannen had some issues with her, so Holly
felt closer to Shannen.  They talked a lot to each other about their
personal lives, and Holly was surprised when Shannen revealed that she had
been raped by two of her uncles when she was 11.  Holly cried along with
Shannen as she told her story, and then Holly quietly talked about her own
painful history, the first time she had talked about it in her life. 
Holly's father and mother had divorced when she was two years old, but her
father visited her a lot, usually to babysit while her mother looked for
work as an actress.  He started to molest her at age 7, and within a year
he had escalated from touching her genitals to showing her how to suck his
penis.  She narrowly escaped being raped when her mother, Lauralei, found
them together in bed one evening when she came home early.  The next day,
Lauralei bundled Holly onto a plane and went to New York, where Lauralei
could only find work as a waitress and a model for cheap nudie magazines.
It was Holly whose success as a child model soon became the major source of
the family's income.

   But life in New York wasn't all good for Holly.  Her mother remarried
when Holly was 12, and her new stepfather took up where her biological
father had left off.  He worked as a musician and bartender, and he was
often at home when her mother was working.  After a few weeks of touching
her genitals, he raped Holly the day before her 13th birthday, then sat
beside her the next day at her birthday party and felt her up when no one
was watching.  He told Holly she was short and pudgy and ugly, and no boys
would ever be interested in her.  His attacks on her self-image were so
harsh that Holly actually began to welcome his attention.  He continued to
rape her three or four times each week for more than a year.  The family
lived in a series of small studio apartments, never living in one place for
very long, and for a while they lived with Holly's grandmother.  Most of
their apartments offered no privacy except in the bathroom, and Holly spent
hours bending over the toilet while her stepfather raped her from behind,
so her mother wouldn't see them if she came home earlier than usual.  In
one studio apartment, Holly's bed was in a loft directly above her parents'
bed, and her stepfather frequently came up and slipped into her bed after
her mother was asleep.  He raped her with his hand over her mouth so she
wouldn't make noises that would wake her mother,

   When Holly finally got up the courage to tell her mother what was going
on -- which was hard, because her stepfather had told her NEVER to tell
anyone, it was their little secret -- her mother didn't believe her. 
Laurelei was so concerned with keeping her marriage intact, she was willing
to look the other way while her husband had sex with her 13-year-old
daughter.  Holly got her first movie role that same year, playing the
daughter of Don Johnson and Susan Sarandon in the 1986 movie "Sweet Hearts
Dance," and the melancholy and sadness she brought to her performance were
the result having to go home from the set every day and spread her legs so
her father could rape her every night.  The family lived in a Hollywood
apartment while the movie was shooting, and Holly's stepfather was excited
about her working with big stars -- he made her tell him about them all the
time he was screwing her.

   CHAPTER 2: "Picket Fences"

   Holly finally escaped her stepfather's molestation in 1991 when she got
her big break, being cast as the insightful daughter in the critically
acclaimed drama "Picket Fences." The audition took place in New York, but
Lauralei and Holly moved to a small house in Hollywood just before
production began.  Holly's stepfather stayed in New York, and Holly could
finally start to recover from the years of abuse he inflicted on her. 
"Picket Fences" ran for four seasons, and Holly did some TV movies between
seasons, playing the daughter of a murdered heiress in the fact-based
"Daughters," killer Diane Zamora in "Love's Deadly Triangle: The Texas
Cadet Murder," and a rape victim in "Sins of Silence." This last role won
Holly some critical acclaim for the "searing truth" of her performance, and
for her radiant look of triumph at the end of the movie.  She drew on her
years of suppressed rage at her stepfather in playing the rape victim, and
her new freedom from being molested made it easy to look triumphant in the
final scenes of the movie.

   In 1993, Holly realized something was missing in her life -- sex.  After
the years of humiliating degradation by her father, and then by her
stepfather, she never thought she would want to have sex ever again, and
the first year of working on "Picket Fences" kept her so busy, she hardly
had time to think of other things.  But during her hiatus after the first
season wrapped, she met Bryan Smith through a mutual friend.  Holly was
surprised to find herself attracted to him sexually, She fought her body's
feelings for three months, but then she slept with him, and his kindness
and gentle manner won her over.  Only eight days afterward, the couple
eloped to Las Vegas.  Shooting of the second season of "Picket Fences"
brought them back to Hollywood, and for almost a year Holly was supremely
happy in every way.  Bryan was an inventive lover, and her work on the
series was getting good reviews from the critics.  But then Holly started
to feel like something was missing in her marriage.  She had always thought
marriage would finally make her feel complete, fully grown and mature, a
woman ready to face all that life had in store for her.  But her marriage
to Bryan, she slowly realized, was lacking something.

   After six months of marriage, Holly began to understand what was missing
-- the force.  With her father, and later with her stepfather, having sex
had not been a choice Holly was allowed to make.  When her stepfather told
her to bend over the toilet so could rape her, she never even thought about
disobeying -- he was her stepfather, and she trusted him.  The same thing
was true with her father, maybe even stronger because she was younger when
he started to molest her.  A girl does what her father tells her -- that's
just understood.  But now Holly came to understand that these men had used
FORCE to coerce her into submitting to them.  The force was almost entirely
mental -- only once or twice did she remember one of the men actually
forcing her physically -- but the force was there, in the room with her
every time she submitted to them.  Every time she spread her legs or let
them suck her budding breasts, she was submitting to their will, and that
was forced sex -- which is what she was missing in her marriage.  Bryan was
kind and gentle and considerate -- and that was NOT what Holly needed in a
sexual partner.  She had been conditioned through years of forced sex to
submit without protest -- to just lay down and spread her legs and pretend
she enjoyed what the men did to her.  When Bryan wanted to talk about sex
-- what did she like, what did she want him to do, how did she feel -- it
was a huge turnoff for Holly.  The very qualities that made Bryan a
wonderful husband and lover were killing Holly's sexual pleasure, and their
intercourse became lifeless and dull.  After four years, Holly couldn't
stand it any longer, and she asked for a divorce.  "Picket Fences" ended
its four-year run around the time that Holly's divorce became final.

   CHAPTER 3: Holly's Movie Appearances

   Holly had made several theatrical features before she started on the
series, including New York Stories" and her first big movie, "Born on the
Fourth of July," in 1989.  She was a 16-year-old girl making a movie with
Tom Cruise!  Tom was so nice to her, helping her with her dialog, and it
would have been perfect if her stepfather hadn't made the trip to Hollywood
with her.  He ruined every day by taking Holly in the bathroom when she got
home and making her bend over the toilet.  There was plenty of room in the
apartment he had rented, but he enjoyed raping Holly in the bathroom as he
had in their small apartments in New York.  He raped her every night while
he made her talk about Tom, and Holly felt hot tears of embarrassment
running down her cheeks as her body jerked with each thrust of the cock in
her pussy.  The whole joyful experience of making the movie turned sour and
became soiled when she had to tell her stepfather about it at the same time
he was fucking her.  One day on the set, after filming was completed for
the day, Tom invited her to join him for dinner, but Holly was terrified
that it might lead to something more -- and Tom might be able to tell that
she was getting raped every night.  She declined tearfully, then went home
and bent over the toilet and submitted to her stepfather's abuse while she
told him how great it was to work with Tom Cruise.

   Holly made three movies in 1992: "Dr.  Giggles," "Simple Men," and
"Chain of Desire." In this last movie, she was cast as a hot dancer named
Diana who wanted a man to deflower her -- but then discovered he was gay.
Holly's costumes were skimpy and revealing, and she found that she enjoyed
displaying her body -- for the first time in her life.  Her stepfather's
cruel criticism of her body had done permanent damage to Holly's self-image
when she was in her teens, but now she began to shake off what he had told
her.  She had left him behind in New York when she came to Hollywood to
work on "Picket Fences," and his years of abusing her were starting to fade
in her memory.

   Holly emerged even more from the shadow of her poor self-image when she
made "A Reason to Believe" in 1995.  She was cast as a college girl who has
sex with her boyfriend while another young man watches, then gets raped by
the other man after she passes out from drinking too much.  It would be the
first time Holly did a topless scene, and she was petrified at the thought
of taking off her sweater in front of the other actors and the crew.  But
everybody of the set was understanding and nice about it, and it went very
well for Holly -- up to a point.  The preliminary shots went well, and then
it was time for Holly to get on her knees in front of the actor playing her
boyfriend, between his legs, and give him a blowjob while his friend
watched.  Holly unzipped his pants and exposed the lifelike dildo that
would be used for the scene.  She opened a condom with her teeth, glancing
up at the other man and smiling a little, then rolled the condom down over
the dildo and began to suck it while the actor mimed sexual excitement. 
But the director wasn't happy with the shot, and they did three more takes,
and then the director took Holly aside.  He spoke to her quietly, telling
her the dildo just didn't look realistic -- and asked her if she would be
willing to perform an actual blowjob on the actor.  The director told her
he would position the camera so no one could see what was really going on,
and apologized for having to ask her to do this.  The scene just didn't
have the realistic quality he wanted, and he asked Holly to help him make
it better.

   Holly was a little upset at being asked to do this -- but she was also
flattered that the director was taking so much time to work with her and
ask for her help.  Most of her time shooting movies was so boring --
waiting for lighting setups and cameras being moved -- and it made her feel
important to be asked to contribute to the movie.  She really wanted to
please the director -- but Holly didn't realize that her feelings arose
from the abuse her father and stepfather had inflicted on her.  She grew up
trying to please men with her body, and now she was being asked to do it
again.  Her father and stepfather had never asked her anything -- they just
told her what to do to get them to cum, and when they finished with her,
they pushed her aside until the next time.  She was left with strong
feelings of inadequacy and kept working harder and harder to please them --
but she never could, because her rapists were only interested in her body
and their own pleasures.  They didn't care what she thought or felt -- as
long as her body was available, her mouth and her pussy always ready to
accept their erect cocks.  Now Holly was being asked by a man to use her
body, and it was very natural for her to say yes.  She had been conditioned
to do what men told her, and she found it easy to obey.

   What Holly didn't realize was that the director was taking advantage of
her, the same way her father and stepfather did -- he was abusing her for
the sake of his own satisfaction, and nothing mattered to him except his
movie.  He had no problem phrasing his request so it sounded like he was
asking Holly to help him out -- he knew every young actress had a slutty
little whore hiding deep down inside her, begging to get out, and it was
easy to give her the chance.  He grinned to himself when Holly got down on
her knees for the next take, and he saw the actor looking at him and trying
not to grin.  The director had told the actor what he said to Holly, and
told him to take every opportunity to make it difficult for her.  Both men
enjoyed watching girls in uncomfortable and humiliating situations, and
here was a really good one -- a cute little slut all set to open her mouth
and pretend she enjoyed sucking a man's cock.  And then she was going to
take off her sweater and let him play with her tits -- perfect!

   The director found a lot of reasons to do retake after retake on each
scene on the blowjob sequence, and the actor playing Holly's boyfriend
found that his biggest problem was to avoid cumming in her warm, wet mouth.
She was sucking him through a condom, but she had been taught how to suck a
cock, and she was proving it.  The blowjob was not supposed to end with
ejaculation, since the script called for Holly to take of her sweater as a
prelude to having intercourse with her boyfriend.  But on the last take,
Holly moved her tongue over the cock with a lot of friction, and the actor
couldn't hold out any longer -- he ejaculated in Holly's mouth.  The condom
caught his semen, and then the director called "cut" -- but he had arranged
for the cameraman to keep rolling, so the camera recorded what happened
next -- Holly raised her head, smiled at her "boyfriend," and carefully
removed the used condom from his cock.  She did it without losing any
sperm, and then, when everyone expected her to toss it aside, Holly decided
to prove to she was a little hottie.  Still on her knees between the
actor's legs, she raised the condom above her head, inverted it, and slowly
squeezed the top, working the thick semen lower and lower.  She opened her
mouth as the cum started to ooze out of the condom, and she caught it all
in her mouth.  She made sure every drop of the warm fluid was squeezed out
of the condom, then draped it around her neck as she looked at the
director. She swallowed the sperm in three gulps, then wiped a little of it
off her chin and swallowed that, too.

   The entire crew applauded, and Holly's face flushed a deep red as she
stood up and took a little bow.  Moving right along, they started to shoot
Holly's topless scene, and when the camera was rolling, the actor reached
for her sweater and pawed her breasts through the fabric.  Holly pushed his
hands aside -- and stripped the sweater over her head, letting her breasts
fall out.  There was no sag at all, and the actor put his hands on her tits
eagerly.  Holly covered his hands with her own, smiling as he squeezed her
tits, and they continued for a few moments until the director called "cut."
Of course the director needed a LOT of retakes for this scene, too.  Most
of the crew had sneaked still cameras onto the set, and pictures of Holly
topless started to spread.  The internet was just getting started in 1995,
but within a few years, pictures of Holly's bare breasts were all over the
web.  She never thought about one short scene like that generating as many
as ten still pictures of her taking off her sweater, and she was mortified
when her friends told her about seeing the pictures.  She hired a lawyer to
try to get her topless pictures removed from the websites, but all her
efforts failed.

   CHAPTER 4: Holly's Audition for "Charmed"

   Holly was with her friend Shannen Doherty when she saw the pilot script
for "Charmed" on the back seat of Shannen's car, and said she wanted to
take part in the audition.  When they did, Holly auditioned for the role of
Pru and Shannen for Piper, but executive producers Aaron Spelling and E. 
Duke Vincent weren't sure they were right for the roles.  The men invited
the girls to Spelling's mansion in Beverly Hills for more discussions, and
when Holly and Shannen arrived, they were taken into a large room that the
butler called the library, but it had a lot besides books in there -- a
pool table, some full-size arcade games, and a huge flat-screen TV mounted
on the wall.  The men came in, laughing, and greeted the girls with kisses
-- on the mouth, not the usual Hollywood pecks on the cheek.  This made
Holly nervous, but this show would be a huge break for her, so she just
smiled and sat down with Shannen.  Spelling told the girls he thought they
should switch roles because they didn't fit the roles they had auditioned
for.  He asked them to read two scenes, with Holly as Piper and Shannen as
Prue, and when they finished, he said that was it -- they had the parts if
they wanted them.  Holly hugged Shannen and both girls thanked Spelling,
then got up to go -- but Vincent was standing in front of the closed door,
blocking it.  He had a mean grin on his face, and the girls stopped. 
Vincent came over to them and turned them around so they were facing
Spelling -- then put his arms around their waists.  Both girls are tiny --
Holly is 5 feet 2 and Shannen is 5 feet 4 -- and Vincent easily lifted them
off their feet and carried them over to the large sofa where Spelling was
sitting.  Still holding them off the floor, he asked Spelling, "Which one
do you want to start with, Aaron?" Spelling grinned and pointed at Holly,
and Vincent tossed her onto the sofa so she landed next to Spelling.  He
put his arm around her and looked up at Vincent, who had set Shannen down
on her feet and had one arm around her waist.  "Duke, tell the girls what
happens next."

   Vincent looked down at Shannen, but spoke to both girls.  "You just got
cast in An Aaron Spelling Production." They could hear the capital letters
in his voice.  "A lot of young actresses would do almost anything to be
where you are right now.  So we thought you might want to show us how much
you appreciate what we're doing for your careers." He leaned down and
kissed Shannen, forcing his tongue into her mouth.  Spelling did the same
thing to Holly, and she could smell his foul breath as he slobbered all
over her face.  She started to struggle -- but then something clicked, and
she stopped trying to push him away.  The years of abuse from her father
and stepfather had conditioned Holly better than brainwashing.  In her
mind, her body was nothing but a fucktoy for men to use, and after they
used her, they gave her things.  So she put her arms around Spelling and
kissed him with a lot of tongue, glancing over at Shannen and seeing her
doing the same thing with Vincent as he walked her over to the sofa.  He
sat down beside Spelling and spoke to both girls.  "Let's see if you little
sluts are any good at cocksucking." Holly slid down off the sofa onto her
knees between Spelling's open legs, and Shannen did the same with Vincent.
The girls opened the men's pants and took out their cocks, but as they
started to suck, both men slapped them hard.  Holly looked up angrily, and
Spelling told her, "Only with your mouth, bitch -- put your hands on the
floor in front of you.  I don't want any part of your worthless body
touching me except your mouth.  That goes for both of you."

   The girls obediently put their hands on the carpet and took the cocks in
their mouths and started to suck.  The men told them to take off their
clothes, but when Shannen let Vincent's cock fall out of her mouth as she
leaned back to take off her shirt, Vincent slapped her so hard, she fell
back on the carpet.  He barked at her, "Keep sucking, you stupid slut --
you can strip and suck at the same time." Shannen took his cock in her
mouth, then started to unbutton her shirt.  Holly was wearing a tank top,
and she slid it down to her waist, letting her tits fall out.  She worked
the tube top over her hips and down her legs, then took off her jeans and
thong and pushed everything down around her ankles.  Shannen took off her
shirt -- she wasn't wearing a bra -- and unfastened her jeans and slid them
down.  The girls took off their sneakers and socks, and they were naked. 
The men held them by the ears and moved their heads, forcing them down on
their cocks and laughing when the girls gagged on the cock meat.  Neither
man had a big cock, but Spelling's was smaller than Vincent's, only about
five inches long.  Vincent's erect penis was about six inches long, and
Shannen easily took the whole length of it in her mouth, burying her lips
in his pubic hair as she sucked.  Holly was doing the same with Spelling,
and the old man gasped each time her lips kissed his pubic hair.  Holly
sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in as she tried to get him
to cum as fast as she could.  Shannen was working hard to make Vincent cum,
too, making loud slurping sounds as she deep-throated his small cock.

   But the men didn't want to cum just yet, and they shoved the girls'
heads back so their cocks slid out of the wet mouths.  Vincent told them
harshly, "Switch." Shannen moved on her knees over to Spelling, while Holly
took her place between Vincent's legs, and both girls started to suck
again, only touching the cocks with their mouths.  Holly hoped she could
get Vincent to cum quickly, figuring that would end this sick little party,
and she knew Shannen was trying to do the same thing with Spelling.  For a
while, the only sounds in the room were the wet slurping sounds of the
girls sucking the men's cocks, and the men grunting a little.  Holly felt
Vincent's cock stiffen, and she moved her head faster, trying to get him to
cum, but he shoved her head off his throbbing cock and managed to avoid
cumming.  He looked at Holly and grinned.  "You're a good little
cocksucker, angel." He looked at Shannen, whose head had been pushed back
by Spelling.  "You, too -- you both suck like little whores.  Let's see if
you like it both ways -- stand up and kiss each other." Holly obeyed, and
took Shannen in her arms and kissed her.  Shannen opened her mouth and
tongue-kissed Holly, running her hands over Holly's breasts.  Holly put her
hand between Shannen's legs and touched her slit, making Shannen gasp a
little, and the two girls held each other and gyrated back and forth.  The
men were rubbing their cocks, enjoying the two little sluts working so hard
to get parts in the TV series.  Spelling and Vincent had done this same
thing with all the actresses in Spelling's series.  When the parts for
"Beverly Hills 90210" were being cast, they tried to get Shannen to come
over for an audition, but she was out of town, so they had a session with
Jennie Garth and Gabrielle Carteris -- and both little whores got the parts
they wanted.  When "Melrose Place" was in the casting phase, the two men
had a party with Heather Locklear, Daphne Zuniga, Courtney Thorne-Smith,
and Laura Leighton, with two girls working on each man.  All four girls got
parts in the series.

   Now Vincent told the girls to come to the sofa.  He told Shannen to
squat over him and take his cock in her pussy.  He motioned Holly over to
Spelling, and both girls squatted and lowered their bodies until the men's
cocks penetrated their slits.  They sat down on the cocks, then started to
raise and lower their bodies.  "You do the work," Vincent told the girls,
and he and Spelling just sat there motionless while the girls fucked
themselves on their erect cocks.  The men made it as difficult as they
could for the girls, thinking about other things so they kept losing their
erections, making the girls work even more to get them hard again.  Holly
was sweating heavily, and Shannen had perspiration running down between her
breasts as she worked on Vincent's cock.  Both men had their hands on the
girls' tits, pinching their nipples and mauling the soft flesh of their
boobs, squeezing hard enough to make the girls grunt in pain.  Spelling
liked to take Holly's nipples in his fingers and pull them straight out,
distending her breasts so painfully that tears came to her eyes.  Vincent
enjoyed digging his fingernails into Shannen's erect nipples, making her
yelp with pain.  Like Holly, she had tears of pain in her eyes, but both
girls were trying to smile like they enjoyed this -- anything to get it
over with.

   Finally Spelling was ready to cum, and he shoved Holly off his cock. 
"Suck it, bitch, suck suck suck!" Holly got down on her knees quickly and
took his erection in her mouth just as he ejaculated.  Her mouth filled
with his sperm, and she swallowed it as he spurted twice more.  The old man
was 75, and his semen was watery and thin, There wasn't much force in his
ejaculation, but Holly moaned like the sluttiest little whore in Hollywood,
wanting him to think she was impressed with his sexual prowess.  She let a
little of his sperm run down her chin so she could scoop it up into her
mouth with her finger and swallow it.  As Holly was finishing with
Spelling, Shannen suddenly got off Vincent's cock and got down on her
knees, taking his erection in her mouth in time to catch his ejaculation.
He was ten years younger than Spelling and in better shape, and he exploded
in Shannen's mouth.  Making her gag on his sperm -- there was so much of
it! She swallowed again and again, but some of the warm semen ran down her
chin and dripped onto her breasts.  She scooped it up with her fingers,
then licked them and swallowed all of his cum.

   The girls stood up, thinking they were done, but Spelling had one more
humiliation for them.  He took two dinner plates from a shelf and put them
on the pool table, then told the girls to get up on the table.  Shannen
looked at Holly, but neither of them could figure out what in the world was
going on, so they climbed up on the pool table.  They were still naked, and
they stood there covering their nakedness with their arms over their
breasts and cunts.  Spelling and Vincent were on the sofa, and Spelling
told the girls what he wanted.  "Now that you've got the parts on the new
show, I want you to show me how grateful you are.  I want you to do
something to prove how grateful you are." The girls looked at him, waiting,
and then he told them, "I want each of you to squat over one of those
plates and shit on it, then bring the plates over here to me." Holly
frowned, and Shannen shook her head, but neither girl said anything.  This
series was the biggest break either of them ever got, and they didn't want
to throw it away.  All he was telling them to do was to shit on a plate. 
The girls looked at each other for a moment, then they both squatted down
with their asses over the plates.  They were facing the men on the sofa, so
Spelling and Vincent had a good view of their faces as they started to
strain.  Holly gritted her teeth and pushed, and a loud fart came out of
her asshole.  Her face turned bright red with embarrassment, and the men
roared with laughter.  Shannen didn't look at Holly, knowing her friend was
mortified -- she just strained herself, and a short brown turd slid out of
her asshole and plopped down on the plate.  As she pushed again, she farted
even louder than Holly, and again the men laughed at her.  Both girls made
more pooping sounds as they passed more gas, but Holly was still having
trouble getting anything to come out.  She strained hard, and a sloppy fart
came out of her ass, then a long dark brown turd slid onto the plate. 
Holly's ass made more slurping sounds as she shitted out another turd, and
Shannen produced three more small turds along with her own farts.  She
could smell her own shit now, and she knew Holly could smell it, too.  She
had eaten cabbage for dinner the night before, and her shit smelled so
sharp and ripe.  She closed her eyes in embarrassment as she strained one
more time, pushing a light brown turd out of her ass onto the plate with a
long wet fart sound.  Holly strained hard, sweat dripping off her face as
she worked to get more shit out of her bowels onto the plate, and finally
two more big brown turds plopped out of her anus.  She was panting when she
finished, and Spelling told her and Shannen they could get down off the
table.

   Standing beside the table, Holly asked for some toilet paper to wipe
herself, and Vincent laughed.  He gestured at a newspaper on the coffee
table.  "That's good enough for sluts like you," he told her, grinning
meanly.  Holly glared at him, but she didn't want to walk around without
wiping, so she picked up the newspaper and tore off some strips, then tore
them into smaller pieces.  Shannen did the same, and both girls turned
their backs to the men while they cleaned themselves.  They could hear the
men laughing and talking about their bodies, and both girls had tears in
their eyes.  This was the most humiliating thing they had ever had to do,
and they couldn't believe this was how actresses got into good series on
TV. They dropped the dirty newspaper pieces into a wastebasket, then turned
to face the two men.  Spelling grinned at her and said, "Just one more
little thing, girls...  we want to see you eat shit.  Take each other's
plate and go to it." He tossed two cheap white plastic spoons over to her.

   Shannen was staring at Spelling, not believing what he had just said. 
She had done some degrading things to get parts in Hollywood, but this was
the worst.  She looked at Holly, and saw she had lowered her head in shame
and humiliation.  She was crying quietly, and Shannen felt like she should
help her.  Shannen was three years older than Holly, and she felt
protective of her, like a younger sister.  She took Holly's hand and they
walked to the table, and Shannen picked up the plate with Holly's shit on
it.  Holly hesitated, then picked up Shannen's plate.  She handed Shannen
one of the plastic spoons.  Spelling told them to come over and stand in
front of the sofa, and the girls obeyed.  They stood there naked in front
of the two men, holding the two plates of foul-smelling shit, hoping
something would happen to get them out of this nightmare, but the men just
sat there staring at them.  Finally Shannen lifted her plate and used her
spoon to cut a tiny piece off one of Holly's turds.  She tried to put it in
her mouth, but she just couldn't.  She started crying, and she felt Holly
leaning against her, trying to give her support, their arms and legs
touching.  Holly cut off a little piece of Shannen's feces and held it for
a moment, then put the spoon in her mouth.  Her face contorted with
revulsion and her lips twisted as she tried to swallow the shit, fighting
the urge to spit it out.  Finally she got it down, and took a deep breath
and looked at the two bastards on the sofa.  Spelling said, "Good girl! 
Now you, Shannen -- eat some of Holly's shit.  You know you want to."

   Shannen closed her eyes and stuck the spoon in her mouth, quickly
swallowing the shit while her stomach heaved.  She breathed quickly, almost
panting as she tried to control the urge to vomit.  Her stomach was
lurching heavily, but after a minute she got it under control.  She glanced
at Holly and saw she was taking another small piece of shit into her mouth.
Shannen did the same, and both girls swallowed at the same time.  Spelling
told them harshly, "That's enough little pieces -- let's see you take a
nice big spoonful." Shannen glared at him, but she knew her career would be
over if she lost a part on an Aaron Spelling series.  She looked at Holly
again, and Holly gave her a tiny smile of encouragement.  Each girl took a
full spoonful of shit and brought it to her open mouth, then quickly ate it
and swallowed as fast as she could.  The taste was as bad as the smell --
horrible -- and their lips twisted with distaste and disgust.  Holly bent
down and set her plate on the floor, and Shannen followed her lead.  "Can
we go now?" Holly asked without looking at the men, wiping tears out of her
eyes.  Spelling told her to get out, and she and Shannen quickly put on
their clothes and left the house.

   CHAPTER 5: Flashing and a Sex Party

   Holly's eight years on "Charmed" were the best years of her life, with a
few exceptions.  She got along great with Shannen and Alyssa, and the crew
was the best in television.  Spelling and Vincent spent very little time on
the set, which was just fine with Holly and Shannen after their humiliating
treatment at their auditions.  Holly's divorce became final in 1997, about
a year before she started working on "Charmed," and for a while she was OK
without a regular boyfriend -- but all the years of abuse by her father and
stepfather had conditioned her body for regular sex, and when she didn't
get it, she became irritable and moody.  It took a long time for her to
realize why she was having these feelings -- for years, she put it down to
PMS or just a bad mood -- but talking to Shannen about sex helped Holly to
understand the effects that early abuse had on her young body.  She had
been forced into sex before she even reached puberty, and it scarred her
emotionally -- but it also left her with physical conditioning that
translated into a yearning, a need to be sexually stimulated, and nothing
but sex would satisfy that need.  Shannen told Holly she felt the same
yearnings, from her years of abuse -- and the two girls decided to do
something about it.  In the first year of the series, they started trying
to outdo each other with "accidental" flashing on the set.  Their costumes
were skimpy and slutty, but Shannen took that one step further by showing
up without wearing a thong for some scenes -- and then she managed to sit
or fall down with her legs apart a little, so the camera got a momentary
glimpse of her slit.  Holly saw what she was doing, and tried to get her
own cunt caught on film as much as she could.  Alyssa soon realized what
was happening, but she didn't get involved in it -- she preferred to flash
her tits at autograph sessions and publicity parties.

   Three little flashes of Holly's pussy ended up getting past the censors
that first year, and she won the contest -- Shannen only got two of her
flashes into the final versions of the episodes.  Both girls were also
trying to show their nipples through their shirts or blouses, but that was
easier for Shannen because her wardrobe was much skimpier and sluttier than
Holly's was.  Shannen always rubbed and pinched her nipples just before a
scene started filming, and she wore very sheer bras -- or sometimes no bra
-- and tried to stick her chest out so her nipples would be noticeable
against the material of her shirt or blouse.  Holly was considered to have
a weight problem, though nobody on the wardrobe staff said anything to her,
and almost all her costumes were loose or baggy or both, so it was hard for
her to act as slutty as Shannen did with her breasts.  The flashing was
fun, but both girls wanted more, and at the end of the first year on the
series, they decided to do something about it.  Holly's marriage had ended
two years ago, and her body was tormenting her -- she needed sex.  Shannen
just wanted to get laid, so the two girls set up a sex party with some of
the men on the crew.  They did it in Shannen's dressing room at the studio,
after shooting was ended for the day, and they invited four good-looking
men that worked on the crew.

   Everybody knew each other, so the girls didn't waste time acting coy --
they stripped, knowing the men wanted to see them naked after working so
long on the set and seeing them every day.  The men ranged from age 21 to
55, and they all watched raptly while the girls took off their clothes. 
When they were naked, Shannen took Holly in her arms and kissed her,
caressing her back and arms, and Holly returned the kiss with some heat. 
The men didn't need any more foreplay than that -- they all had huge
erections, and each girl took two men and got on her knees in front of
them. Each man received a long, intense blowjob, with each girl alternating
between her two men until all four of them were getting close to
ejaculating.  But Shannen and Holly were very good cocksuckers -- they knew
how to slow down just a little, letting the erection subside slightly, then
starting again very slowly, kissing the head of the cock, licking the man's
balls gently, squeezing his balls while she took the length of his cock in
her mouth.  Both girls knew how to deep-throat a cock, and each man had the
electric feeling of the girl's lips kissing his pubic hair as she took all
of his erection in her mouth, the head of the cock going down her throat a
little, making her throat bulge as the cock meat invaded her very deeply.
The girls looked up at the men while they sucked, making eye contact and
heating up the blowjobs until all four cocks were all throbbing heavily. 
The girls were on their knees side by side as they sucked the cocks, and
they caressed each other's breasts while they sucked, getting the men even
more excited.

   But before any of the men got to the point of ejaculation, the girls
stopped sucking.  The kissed the cocks, their eyes shining as they looked
up at the men, and then they lay down on the floor side by side, spread
their legs and lifted them in the air, and asked the men to screw them as
many times as they could.  The two quickest men got down between the girls'
legs and stuck their cocks in the girls' wet pussies, and the fucking
began. The men took turns, all of them fucking both girls several times in
rotation while the girls moaned and begged for more.  Shannen held Holly's
hand and the girls' bodies jerked in rhythm as the men thrust into them. 
Holly thought her cunt had NEVER been as wet as this -- it had been so long
since she had sex, her vagina was lubricating like mad, and she loved the
feeling of the cocks sliding in and out of her cunt.  She could smell her
own pussy -- that spicy, salty odor that comes out of a girl's snatch when
she's getting a good fucking.  She looked at Shannen, and Shannen grinned a
little, and Holly knew Shannen could smell her, too, and it made her melt a
little inside, sharing her special odor with her best friend.  Then she
caught the musky odor of Shannen's pussy, a different smell than her own
cunt, and she grinned at Shannen, and they held hands even tighter as they
enjoyed smelling each other's genitals.

   The men had been screwing the girls for almost an hour when the door to
the dressing room suddenly opened, and Aaron Spelling and E.  Duke Vincent
walked in.  The four men on the crew scrambled to get dressed, but Spelling
told them to sit down.  The crew guys were trying to apologize, knowing
these men could get them fired with a wave of the hand, but Spelling and
Vincent were smiling.  Holly and Shannen were still laying on the floor,
totally naked, their thighs wet with vaginal secretions and precum.  Holly
was mortified, and it was even worse that it was these two bastards that
had walked in on them.  After the humiliation of the audition at Spelling's
house, Holly and Shannen had avoided him and Vincent all they could, but
now it was impossible to ignore them.  Spelling was standing at the girls'
feet, looking down at their nakedness, and both girls covered themselves
with their arms.  Spelling laughed, and sat down beside Vincent on the
sofa. The crew men were standing against the wall holding their clothes in
front of them, just hoping to get out of there with their jobs.  Vincent
gestured at the men, and told them to put down their clothes.  "We don't
want you to leave, guys -- we just want to watch the fun.  Anybody got a
problem with that?" He grinned at Holly and Shannen, then waved the four
men forward.  "Go to it, guys -- let's see how much the little sluts can
take."

   Holly felt the hot tears on her cheeks before she realized she was
crying.  She couldn't believe how mean these men were, mean and cruel. 
Sure, her father and her stepfather had raped her -- but she had always
felt, deep down, that they loved her, or at least they didn't hate her. 
They didn't try to hurt her when they fucked her -- they did it for their
own pleasure, but she believed they thought she liked it, too.  With these
two assholes, Spelling and Vincent, there was no love -- just cruelty. 
They wanted to see her and Shannen degraded and humiliated, first at the
audition and now here.  Spelling was staring at Holly intensely, his beady
little eyes focusing on her breasts and her pussy, and Holly could feel the
revulsion rising inside her, making her stomach heave like she was about to
vomit.  The bastard liked humiliating girls even more than he liked fucking
them, and Holly felt like a piece of meat as his eyes roamed over her naked
body.  She glanced at Shannen and saw she was crying, too, and Holly
gripped her hand tighter.

   Two of the guys were coming back over to the girls now, with expressions
of apology on their faces, and Holly knew they didn't want to do what
Spelling and Vincent were forcing them to do, but their jobs were on the
line, and she didn't blame the guys at all.  She tried to smile at her
fucker as he mounted her, and she could see that Shannen was spreading her
legs, inviting her fucker to penetrate her because none of them had a
choice.  They were all on display for these two assholes, and the best
thing was just o get it over with.  Holly gritted her teeth as she was
penetrated, feeling more tears streaming down her cheeks.  It seemed to
hurt now, the cock inside her body -- before, she had loved the way it
filled her vagina, but now it hurt each time her fucker thrust into her. 
She could tell he was trying to be gentle, but with those two slimy
bastards watching her, all she could feel was the pain between her legs. 
Being part of this perverted display made her feel sick, and she could see
the sour expression on Shannen's face and knew she felt the same way.  In a
few minutes, Spelling told the men to switch, and Shannen's fucker took his
cock out of her pussy and got down between Holly's open legs while her
fucker went to Shannen.  There was no warmth to any of it, and the guy
apologized to Holly as he slid his cock into her snatch.  She nodded to
him, knowing he wasn't the one to blame here.  After a few minutes like
this, Vincent told the other two guys to take a turn, and the girls had to
submit to two more men.  They also switched girls a little later, on
Spelling's command, and Holly just kept wishing it would end.

   CHAPTER 6: Degradation

   But the men wanted to see the girls degraded even more.  They told the
guys to get off the girls, then to lay down on the floor on their backs. 
Shannen and Holly were told to squat over the erect cocks and take them in
their asses.  The girls obeyed, both of them gasping in pain as they took
the guys' cock in their tight little assholes.  When both girls were fully
penetrated, Spelling told them to lay back and spread their legs so the
other two guys could mount them from the front.  Holly had never had a
double penetration, and she didn't want it now -- but what could she do? 
She angrily wiped the tears from her cheeks as she lay back and opened her
legs so one of the other guys could mount her, and Shannen's leg touched
hers as the girls spread themselves open.  Now each girl had two cocks
inside her, and Vincent yelled loudly, "Ride `em, cowboys!  Let's see some
action!" The four guys were trying to go as slow as possible, knowing they
could damage the girls inside, but they had to do some thrusting, and Holly
grunted in pain each time the cock in her ass was forced through her anal
sphincter.  She tried to relax her anus and accept the cock meat inside
her, but the pain was persistent and raw, like a toothache.  She could hear
Shannen grunting quietly beside her, and she knew her asshole was getting
sore, too.  The fucking went on for about ten minutes before Spelling told
the guys to switch -- he wanted the guys on top to switch girls while the
other guys kept their cocks in the girls' asses.  Shannen and Holly had to
endure several minutes of laying there with cocks in their assholes while
the guys were switching, and Spelling told them to wait so he could stare
at the girls for a while before their cunts were again filled with cocks.
Holly felt completely exposed and vulnerable, laying there naked with a
stiff cock up her ass and her legs spread so everybody could see her gaping
cunt on display, oozing vaginal secretions and precum down her thighs.  She
knew Shannen felt just as violated as she did, but they were trapped like
animals, and all they could do was lay there with tears of humiliation in
their eyes as the two old men looked at their bare bodies.  Finally
Spelling told the two guys to mount them, and the girls had to endure
another session of trying to accommodate two cocks at the same time.  They
were sore and aching when Vincent finally told the guys they could stop
screwing the girls.  None of the guys had ejaculated yet, and Spelling had
a gross, filthy plan for the final part of the evening.

   He told the girls to get up on the coffee table, on their hands and
knees, so two of the guys could mount them from behind.  He told Shannen's
fucker to screw her in the ass while Holly's guy fucked her pussy, and the
other two guys were told to come around in front so the girls could give
them blowjobs while they were being fucked.  Shannen grunted in pain as her
guy forced his cock up her ass, and Holly felt her fucker penetrate her
cunt and start to thrust into her just as one of the other guys stood in
front of her and offered her his cock.  Shannen took a cock in her mouth,
too, and both girls' bodies began jerking forward and back in rhythm to the
cocks being thrust into them.  After a few minutes, Spelling told the guys
standing behind the girls to switch holes -- which meant Shannen had to
take a cock in her vagina after it had been in her ass.  She knew this
meant she would probably get a vaginal infection, and she pulled her mouth
off the cock she was sucking and turned her head to glare at Spelling. 
Holly kept sucking the guy in front of her as her other fucker pulled out
of her cunt and stuck his cock up her ass, but in a few more minutes, he
switched holes again as ordered by Spelling, and Holly realized she would
have to worry about an infection the same as Shannen.  Her stomach felt
sour and unsteady as she moved her head up and down on the cock in her
mouth.

   Vincent told the two guys getting blowjobs to hold the girl's head and
force it down on his cock -- he wanted to see them gagging on the cocks. 
The guys reluctantly obeyed, not wanting to do this at all, but trapped by
the men's power just like the girls were.  Holly's guy held her by her ears
and pulled her head down onto his cock, and she felt the tip of the cock
touching the back of her throat, and she gagged noisily, coughing and
trying to shake her head, but the guy held her in place.  She didn't have a
chance to deep-throat the cock because it touched her throat before she was
ready.  Shannen's guy took a handful of her hair and jammed her head down
on his cock, and the head of the cock entered her throat.  She knew how to
deep-throat a cock, and she tried to open her throat and swallow, taking
the head of the cock down her throat, but the guy was pushing too hard and
she started to gag.  She coughed and spit explosively, and the men on the
sofa roared with laughter.  Both girls' faces were flushed deep red with
embarrassment and humiliation as the guys kept jamming their cock meat into
their throats.  The guys standing behind the girls never stopped fucking
them, and their thrusts made it even harder to avoid gagging on the cocks
in their mouths.  Holly was drooling as she tried to get control of
herself, and Shannen was still coughing.  Finally the girls were able to
take the cocks down their throats, and the guys grinned as their cocks
disappeared completely in the girls' mouths.  Both girls paused on each
stroke while the cock was at its deepest point, with her lips buried in the
guy's pubic hair as she worked her tongue all over the cock, and the guys
knew they couldn't hold out much longer.

   Spelling told the men standing behind the girls to cum in their asses.
Shannen's fucker was already in her ass, and Holly's guy pulled his cock
out of her pussy and stuck it up her ass.  Spelling told the two other guys
to cum in the girls' mouths, and to make sure they swallowed all the sperm.
The guys thrust into the girls for a few minutes, and then all four of them
ejaculated at almost the same time.  Shannen choked on the gush of semen
that suddenly filled her mouth, but she managed to swallow most of the
thick jism.  Holly gulped down the sperm that spurted into her waiting
mouth, swallowing again and again as the guy held her head against his
groin.  While the girls were still swallowing, the guys behind them gripped
their hips and thrust deeply into their bowels and exploded, filling their
asses with semen.  Shannen's fucker dumped a huge load in her rectum, and
she shivered with pleasure as she felt the warm juice oozing into her body.
Holly took a big load from her fucker, and she felt bloated, like she was
having an enema.  The guys pulled out of the girls' mouths and asses, and
Holly hoped it was over -- but Vincent had one last humiliation for her and
Shannen.  He told them to lay down on the floor, mouth to ass, and suck the
cum out of each other's assholes.

   Shannen glared at him, and Holly glared at both of the men watching her,
but both girls knew they couldn't afford to tell them what they would like
to tell them.  They lay down on the floor in front of the sofa, so the two
men would have a good view, and Holly nestled her head between Shannen's
open thighs as she felt Shannen's face nuzzling her ass crack.  The girls
worked their faces deep into each others' asses, each girl putting her lips
around the other's anus, and then they started to suck.  Holly had licked
her father's ass when she was younger, but she had never sucked anybody's
asshole, and she thought it would be awful -- but then she smelled the
sweet aroma of Shannen's pussy, and she was filled with love for her
friend. She gently kissed Shannen's asshole, then worked her lips up
against her anus and started to suck.  At the same moment, she felt
Shannen's soft lips on her own anus, and Holly had an orgasm as Shannen ran
her tongue around Holly's anal sphincter.  The feeling was so warm and
sweet and intimate, Holly forgot about all the humiliation that had gone
before, and closed her eyes as she luxuriated in the fantastic feeling of
Shannen's lips on her asshole.  Holly felt the suction as Shannen started
to draw the sperm out of her rectum, and another orgasm swept through her
body.  She sucked on Shannen's anus as hard as she could, her cheeks
hollowing as she worked to empty the jism out of her friend's tight little
asshole.  She swallowed a mouthful of sperm mixed with Shannen's feces, and
the taste was so strong, Holly moaned.  The sweet creaminess of the semen
was soured a little by the shit from Shannen's bowels, but the knowledge of
what she was doing was enough to make her cum again.  She mouthed Shannen's
anus, greedily slurping up every drop of the juices that oozed out. 
Shannen was poking her tongue into Holly's asshole, working it past her
anal sphincter into her rectum, and the heavenly feeling sent Holly over
the edge again.  As she orgasmed, her whole body clenched, forcing a gush
of cum and feces out of her ass.  Shannen sucked hard, then swallowed the
scummy mess, keeping her sweet lips against Holly's anus until all the
sperm had emptied out of the girl.

   Holly slowly became aware of her surroundings again, and she realized
Spelling and Vincent were standing over them, The four guys had left as
soon as they could, but the two men were standing there rubbing their
cocks, and Holly realized they were going to masturbate on her and Shannen.
Her lips twisted with disgust, and she felt Shannen's body jerk as she saw
what was happening.  But then it was too late to do anything -- Holly was
caught in the face with a splash of cum from Spelling's cock, and she heard
Shannen gasp as Vincent gave her a faceful of sperm.  The girls kept their
eyes closed while the two men dumped their loads, then wiped their cocks in
the girls' hair.  Spelling gave Holly's breast a little nudge with his
shoe, making her jerk away from him as he laughed.  The two men went out
the door as Vincent said, "Let's keep this our little secret, girls, OK? 
Your jobs aren't worth raising a ruckus.  Besides, we'd just say you
invited us, and you know what people would believe." Holly felt tears in
her eyes as the door closed behind the men.  She and Holly sat up and wiped
the sperm off their faces and bodies as best they could, then held each
other for a long time, their breasts pressed together as they cried and
tried to block out what had happened that night.

   CHAPTER 7: Vaginal Infections

   Both girls got infections in their vaginas right after the party.  Holly
was mortified at the thought of telling her doctor what happened, and she
wanted to just forget about it, but the day after the party her vagina
started to burn and itch.  A visit to her doctor confirmed she had
trichomoniasis, a sexually-transmitted infection caused by a single-cell
parasite.  The symptoms include vaginal itching and pain, with a watery,
foamy, greenish or yellow odorless discharge, and Holly had wiped some
yellowish fluid out of her vagina just before she went to the doctor.  The
doctor told her he could give her antibiotics to cure the disease -- but he
told her she also had bacterial vaginosis.  Holly's face flushed a deep red
and she felt tears in her eyes as the doctor explained the single symptom
-- a thin yellowish discharge that has a unpleasant fishy odor.  The
discharge can be slight to excessive, but the odor is almost always
present, along with vaginal itching and pelvic tenderness.  She had noticed
the smell that morning while she was getting dressed, and now she knew what
caused it.  She couldn't look her doctor in the eye because she was so
ashamed of how she got infected.  He told her the smell wouldn't go away
for about a week, because it would take that long for the medication to do
its work.  Holly's lips twisted with disgust at the thought of trying to
mask that horrible odor for a whole week.  Her pussy smelled like rotten
fish that had been left out in the sun until it decayed, and it made her
stomach heave every time she caught the stench coming from between her
legs. Without looking at the doctor, Holly asked quietly if there was
something she could do about the odor.  She felt hot tears on her cheeks,
and she struggled not to cry.  The doctor told her she could soak a tampon
in white vinegar and insert it while she was getting dressed in the
morning. The vinegar would kill most of the fishy smell in her pussy, but
it would burn for a while until it was absorbed into the walls of her
vagina.  The doctor told her to change the tampon every two hours to avoid
the fishy smell coming back.  He gave her two shots of antibiotics and
three prescriptions, but he said the pain and itching would probably not go
away for several days.

   Holly left the doctor's office and sat in her car and cried.  She had
costume changes that had to be done while she was shooting the series, and
now she would have to try to conceal the smell of her cunt from everybody
on the set.  She was moving her legs as she sat in the car, unconsciously
trying to scratch the itch in her groin area, and finally she looked around
to see if anybody could see her, then unzipped her jeans and put one hand
between her legs and scratched her slit.  She had to put two fingers inside
her pussy and scratch hard before she got any relief, and even then the
itching came back as soon as she stopped.  Now her fingers were all wet and
sticky with cunt slime, and she had to clean herself up before she could
drive.

   Holly called Shannen from her car, and Shannen said her doctor had told
her she had candidiasis, an Infection of the skin or mucous membrane in the
vagina with a strain of bacteria called Candida Albicans.  The infection is
a common inhabitant of the intestinal tract, only becoming a problem when
it multiplies excessively and invades sensitive tissues like those found in
the vagina and fallopian tubes.  The symptoms are itching in the genital
area and the opening to the vagina, pain when urinating, and a thick
odorless vaginal discharge, and Shannen had noticed all three symptoms. 
She told Holly the discharge from her vagina scared her to death, it was so
thick and oily.  It didn't smell bad, but she knew it wasn't right, and she
had a lot of pain when she urinated.  Her doctor told her that growth of
the bacteria is encouraged by the prolonged administration of antibiotics,
so the infection would have to be cured by giving her two series of shots
of a strong antibiotic, directly into the walls of her vagina.  The shots
had to be administered an hour apart, and her vagina would have to remain
open during the time between the shots.  Shannen was crying as she asked
Holly to come and be with her, and Holly drove straight to the doctor's
office.  Shannen was in a treatment room, wearing one of those robes that
are open in the back, and both girls started crying as soon as they saw
each other.  Holly sat beside her and rubbed her back gently while they
both cried, and Holly told Shannen that she had two infections at her
doctor's office, and she just had to take some pills.  Then she told
Shannen about the fishy smell, and what she would have to do to mask the
odor for a week, and Shannen hugged her as they both cried.

   The doctor came in to give Shannen her first shot, and she had to lay
back and put her feet up in the stirrups, like she was having a pelvic
examination.  She asked Holly to stay and hold her hand, and the doctor
lifted the sheet that covered Shannen's legs.  He put his hands between her
legs, and Shannen gripped Holly's hand so hard that it hurt.  The doctor
inserted a speculum and opened it fully, dilating Shannen's vaginal canal
more than she had ever experienced.  It hurt a lot, but the doctor had
explained that this was necessary for the shots to have their full effect.
With the speculum still inside Shannen, he inserted a 12-inch needle
through it, and injected her far up in her vaginal wall, almost at her
cervix.  He made three injections around her cervix at different points in
her vaginal wall, and each one felt like a bee sting.  When he did the
first injection, Shannen screamed and yanked her feet out of the stirrups
and tried to close her legs, but the speculum made it too painful, and she
lay there with her legs spread, sobbing, her face covered with sweat. 
Holly held on to her hand and tried to calm her, but the doctor decided she
might injure herself, so leather restraints were put on her feet and ankles
so she couldn't get out of the stirrups.  Shannen was mewling like a
wounded animal, but there was nothing Holly could do except try to talk to
her quietly.  The second shot was worse than the first, because Shannen
knew what was coming, and her whole body writhed in pain as she received
the injection.  They let her rest a minute, then gave her the third
injection.  Her face was flushed a deep red and her body was covered with
sweat and she was trembling like a leaf in a high wind.

   Shannen asked them to let her get off the table for an hour until the
next round of shots, but the doctor said her vaginal walls needed to stay
stretched so the medication would be absorbed into her bloodstream and
distributed throughout her vaginal area -- so she had to lay there,
strapped into the stirrups with her legs raised and spread open, for a full
hour.  Holly stayed with her and tried her best to keep her calm, but
Shannen was wild-eyed with pain and fear and humiliation.  When it was time
for the final three shots, Shannen couldn't stop crying, and she begged the
doctor to just let her go home.  Holly was crying, too, standing beside the
table so she could put her arms around Shannen and hug her.  The first shot
made Shannen scream again, and she struggled to close her legs as her body
instinctively tried to protect itself and avoid pain in the sensitive area
between her legs.  The second shot brought a string of obscenities pouring
from Shannen's mouth, and her throat was hoarse from all the screaming she
had done.  Finally she received the third shot, and her whole body went
rigid when the sharp pain shot through her midsection.  Then it was over,
and the doctor tried to be gentle as he removed the speculum from Shannen's
distended pussy, but she was sobbing and kept trying to close her legs
instinctively.  He unfastened the restraints so Shannen could get off the
table and get dressed.  She was very unsteady and needed help, and Holly
stayed and held her so she didn't fall down.  Shannen took off the backless
robe and dropped it on the floor, then looked at Holly and held out her
arms.  She needed a hug, and Holly put her arms around the naked girl and
held her tight until the trembling stopped.

   CHAPTER 8: Another Sex Party

   Two weeks passed.  Holly and Shannen got over their infections, and
things seemed to be going well -- until Holly got a phone call from Aaron
Spelling.  She was in her dressing room between scenes, and she asked some
costumers and makeup people to leave as soon as she heard his voice.  There
was an undercurrent of malice that cut right through her, and she knew this
was not going to be good.  The old man told her he really enjoyed watching
her at the sex party, and Holly closed her eyes and gripped the phone so
tight that her knuckles were white.  He told her how much he loved the
expression on her face when he masturbated on her, and Holly's face
contorted with disgust as tears streamed down her cheeks.  What a slimy
bastard!  Why couldn't he just let her do her job and leave her alone?  She
was silent as he described in far too much detail what fun he had watching
her getting fucked by two men at the same time.  He told her he liked the
sounds she made while she was being fucked, and Holly died a little inside.
It was like this horrible old man had put his hand between her legs and
penetrated her and started to move his fingers inside her -- every word he
said made her cringe with disgust and fear, but she was powerless to stop
him.  It was a kind of verbal rape, and Holly felt like she was being
violated just as much as if he was actually finger-fucking her.  She
pressed her thighs together, unconsciously trying to protect her genitals
as Spelling kept talking about the sex party.  Finally he got to the point
-- he wanted her and Shannen to do more parties so he and Vincent could
watch.

   Holly felt her stomach heave at the thought of those two bastards
watching her having sex.  She just wanted to walk away and never see them
again.  But the series was a big hit, and it had been renewed for a second
season, and Holly's career had never been better.  She heard herself
agreeing to set up another sex party, and Spelling told her to do it two
nights later, on Friday, after shooting for the final episode of the season
was complete.  The wrap party for the first season would be held the next
night, Saturday.  Holly found Shannen on the set and told her about the
phone call, but neither girl could think of a way to get out of doing what
Spelling said.  He had told Holly to invite six men this time, and told her
to include at least two black men.  Holly and Shannen talked to some of the
crew that day, not any of the ones that had been at the first party, and
found six that were willing -- make that eager!  -- to come to a party. 
Two of the guys were black, and Holly had seen both of them eyeing her and
Shannen, and each time she felt a little tickle of excitement at the
thought of having sex with them.  She had never done it with a black man,
and she had heard that they all had big cocks, but she didn't know if it
was true -- she just knew that her nipples got hard every time she thought
about it!

   This time they used Shannen's dressing room, which was bigger than
Holly's was.  The girls were there when the guys arrived at 9 PM, and right
after them came Spelling and Vincent.  The guys hadn't known that the two
executive producers of the series would be there, and there were some
awkward moments when they walked in -- but then Vincent made a little
speech.  He grinned at the guys and said, "I know why you're here, fellas,
and all I want to say is, go to it!  These little sluts really like cocks,
and we just want to watch you ream `em out -- especially Artisa and Jamal,"
and he looked at the two black guys.  Then he and Spelling sat down on the
sofa, and Vincent continued, "We asked you guys to drink a lot of water,
and not take a piss for a few hours -- right?" The guys all nodded, and
Shannen looked at Holly with a little frown on her face.  She suspected she
knew where this was headed, and she was right.  Vincent told her and Holly
to take off their clothes, and when they were naked, he told them to get
down on their knees.  Holly realized what was about to happen, and she
glared at Vincent and muttered, "Asshole." Shannen was already on her
knees, and Holly joined her as Vincent motioned the guys to stand in front
of the girls.  He pointed at their pants, and the guys unzipped and took
out their cocks.

   Spelling spoke for the first time since he arrived.  "These girls look
thirsty -- give them a nice warm drink." He and Vincent laughed as Shannen
and Holly's faces clouded with embarrassment and shame.  They were supposed
to drink urine from the guys' cocks, and it was such a dirty and degrading
idea, even the guys hesitated.  But Spelling growled something under his
breath, and two of the guys moved so their cocks were in front of the
girls' mouths.  Shannen looked up at her guy with pleading in her eyes, but
he just shook his head a little -- he was trapped in this, just like she
was.  Holly's guy said "I'm sorry" very softly as he put the head of his
cock against her lips, and with a little groan of disgust, she opened her
mouth and took his cock on her tongue.  Shannen took her guy's cock in her
mouth, but then nothing happened.  Both guys had huge hard-ons, and a guy
can't piss when his cock is fully erect.  Holly knew what the problem was,
and tried to stay perfectly still so the cock in her mouth would soften a
little.  Shannen was motionless, too, and finally the guys' erections
subsided a little.  Holly's guy put his hands on her head and held her in
place as he started to urinate in her mouth.  The first rush of warm piss
made her gag a little, and some of the urine ran down her chin onto her
breasts, but she steeled herself and swallowed, and the flow increased. 
She swallowed again and again as the guy emptied his bladder into her
mouth. Shannen was gulping down her guy's large load of piss, and only a
few drops leaked out and dripped off her chin.  Her guy was holding her by
her ears while he used her mouth like a toilet.

   The men on the sofa watched with fascination as the girls' throats
rippled while they swallowed the warm piss.  The men had bulges in their
pants, and Vincent idly rubbed his cock through his clothing.  They were
talking back and forth, commenting on the girls' bodies and how they looked
drinking warm piss from the guys' cocks, and laughing whenever one of the
girls gagged on the urine.  The guys had drunk so much water earlier, it
took a long time for them to finish pissing down the girls' throats, and
Spelling and Vincent were enjoying every minute of it.  Several times the
guys almost finished, but then their bladders tightened up after being
stretched, and forced more urine into the girls' mouths.  Finally Holly's
guy finished, and she used her fingers to wipe her lips as he pulled his
cock out of her mouth.  Shannen's guy finished a moment later, and she
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she turned her head to glare
at the men on the sofa.  Spelling grinned at her, and she made an angry
"hmpf!" sound.  He made some slurping sounds, imitating the sounds she made
while she was drinking the guy's piss, and Shannen muttered "fucking
asshole" loud enough for Holly to hear.  Holly grinned at her, and they
both ignored the men on the sofa.

   Spelling motioned to the other guys, and two more of them stepped up to
the girls.  But one of them was black, and Spelling told him to wait, to
let the white guys urinate in the girls' mouths first.  When the black guy
gave him a look, Spelling told him it wasn't a discrimination thing -- he
was saving something special for him.  The black guy looked placated as he
stepped back and let the other white guy stand in front of Holly.  This
time Spelling told the guys to stand back a foot or so, and shoot their
piss into the girls' open mouths.  Holly looked at him like he was crazy,
and Shannen glared hard, but then the girls opened their mouths and waited.
The two guys aimed their cocks and strained, and the two streams of warm
piss hit the girls in their faces, making them gasp and squeal.  The guys
moved their streams so they were hitting the girls' mouths, and Shannen and
Holly tried to gulp down the urine, but most of it ran out of their mouths
and down over their breasts into their pubic hair, then soaked into the
carpet.  Shannen knew the smell would be very hard to get rid of, and she
tried to catch as much piss in her mouth as she could, but it didn't help.
Holly had urine all over her now, and both girls were on their knees in
puddles of yellow piss that was already starting to stain the beige carpet.

   CHAPTER 9: Piss Enemas

   The two black guys still had full bladders and needed to pee, but
Spelling had something new in mind for them.  After the two white guys
finished pissing on Shannen and Holly, he told the girls to stand up. 
Shannen winced as her bare feet sank into the wet carpet, and Holly
splashed some urine around as she was standing up.  Spelling told the girls
to face each other and bend forward a little, and to put their arms around
each other.  He told the two black guys to stand behind the girls, and
Shannen was the first to realize what was about to happen.  She looked hard
at Holly, and suddenly Holly knew what it was.  Spelling made it all too
clear: "OK, guys, I want you to give the little sluts a piss enema.  You
know how to do that?  You force your cock up in her asshole, then piss
inside her.  You girls have to hold the piss inside you for ten minutes
before you can go to the bathroom -- and if you don't hold your water, you
get punished.  OK, guys, enjoy yourselves." Holly stared at Shannen with
fear on her face -- she was afraid of what a black cock could do to her
anus and rectum.  Shannen gripped her tight and tried to look reassuring --
but she was afraid, too.  Neither girl had much experience with black
cocks, and they were trembling with fear and embarrassment, bending over,
offering their asses to these two black guys.  Both guys had big cocks, and
Holly was looking forward to having one of them in her pussy -- but her ass
was a whole different idea.
The guys had to be erect to penetrate the girls, and they rubbed their
cocks a little, then held the girls' ass cheeks open and started to
penetrate then, Shannen's guy was first, and her eyes widened as she felt
the enormous head of his cock stretching her anus.  Holly felt the same
thing a moment later, and the girls stared into each other's eyes and held
their breath as the cocks pushed against their anal rings.  Shannen grunted
in pain as her guy forced his cock inside her, and Holly yelped a little as
the head of the cock moved past her anal ring into her rectum.  The guys
held the girls by their hips and worked their cocks into their tight little
asses, then waited for their erections to subside a little.  Shannen
suddenly said "ooooh god!" and Holly knew she was receiving her guy's urine
inside her.  Holly gasped as she felt the warm wetness spreading in her
bowels, and she smiled a little -- it tickled.  The pain of the big cocks
was easier to bear as the girls' colons filled up with piss.  They started
to feel bloated as their bowels swelled up -- the guys were emptying their
bladders, and the girls started to feel some pain as their intestines got

distended by the large volume of urine being pumped into them.

   Holly could smell the guy standing behind her with his cock in her ass
-- her stepfather had told her about niggers, how bad they smell, and she
had to agree.  She could smell sweat and body odor and something foul, like
raw sewage, and the thought of this nigger sticking his big cock up her ass
made her a little sick to her stomach.  She could see the same thoughts on
Shannen's face, and she wrinkled her nose, and Shannen nodded -- she
smelled the niggers, too.  Shannen's lips twisted like she was eating a
lemon, but then she fluttered her tongue in and out of her mouth lewdly,
then grinned, and Holly knew she was saying it was dirty and degrading to
stand there with a nigger's cock in her ass -- but it felt good, too. 
Holly felt like such a little slut, letting a nigger do this to her -- but
she was just a bit proud that she could take such a big cock in her ass. 
She could feel her nipples, as hard as rocks, tingling and burning as they
stiffened more.  They were sticking out so far, they looked like little
cocks on her breasts.  She looked down at Shannen's tits, and her nipples
were sticking out, too.  Holly used one hand to touch Shannen's erect
nipples, and Shannen gasped as a sharp jolt of intense pleasure shot
through her breasts.  She touched Holly's nipples with her fingernails, and
Holly moaned as her body stiffened from the heavenly feelings that Shannen
gave her.  She leaned forward and kissed Shannen, opening her mouth and
feeling Shannen's tongue touching hers, and she had an intense orgasm,
breathing into Shannen's open mouth, feeling like the two of them were in
one body.  She felt Shannen stiffen and realized she was having an orgasm,
too.

   The girls broke the kiss as the two niggers finished peeing in their
asses.  Both girls felt terribly bloated, and there was a lot of pain in
their midsections from the enormous volume of urine the niggers had given
them.  A little piss dribbled out of the two big cocks, and Spelling told
the girls to lick them clean.  The girls turned around to face the niggers,
but when they tried to get down on their knees, the pain in their bowels
made them stop.  They knew they had to be careful not to let any urine leak
out of their bowels, but it was SO hard to keep their buttocks clenched and
hold their water.  Shannen carefully got down on one knee, then the other,
and slowly lowered her body til she was sitting on her folded legs.  Holly
followed along, a look of concentration on her face as she worked to hold
her anal sphincter closed tight.  She almost lost control, and felt a
little bit of piss dribble out of her anus, but nobody noticed it, and she
clenched her buttocks as tight as she could while she got down on her
knees. The girls used their mouths and tongues to clean the niggers' cocks,
licking up the urine that dribbled out, and then they kissed the cocks and
smiled up at the niggers, letting them know they didn't blame them for what
had happened.  The niggers grinned at the girls, then stepped back and
stood with the four white guys while everybody watched the two naked girls
turn around on their knees so they were facing each other.

   CHAPTER 10: Holding Their Water

   Holly and Shannen were in some pain now, from the pressure of the urine
filling their lower intestines, and they needed to empty their bowels.  The
strain of clenching their buttocks to keep their anal sphincters closed
tight was very tiring, and both girls were sweating heavily.  Their ass
cheeks were trembling with the effort, and Spelling and Vincent were
commenting on how they looked, how their bodies glistened with sweat, and
laughing as the girls strained to hold their water.  The girls were trying
to glare at the men, but their faces kept surrendering to the increasing
strain they felt as the muscles in their buttocks became more fatigued. 
Shannen was afraid she was going to lose control, and she looked at Holly
with panic in her eyes.  Holly held both of her hands and willed her to be
strong, even as her own face contorted with the pain of keeping her
buttocks clenched so tight.  The girls gripped each other's hands, holding
on like they were about to drown, and finally Spelling told them they could
empty their bowels -- but as the girls started to stand up, he told them
they couldn't go to the bathroom to do it.  He wanted to watch, and he told
them they had to go out and bring back two buckets from the custodian's
room on the set.  Shannen groaned in frustration, but after a moment she
and Holly held onto each other as they carefully got up on their feet.  The
urine shifted inside their bodies, and suddenly there was a lot more
pressure on their anal sphincters.  Both girls gritted their teeth, and the
men on the sofa roared with laughter, talking about how distended their
bellies looked, and how stupid they looked standing there clenching their
buttocks.

   Shannen took one slow step toward the dressing room door, still holding
onto Holly's hand, and then the girls picked up a little speed, knowing
relief was waiting outside.  They walked with their thighs clamped
together, only moving their legs below the knee and looking like they were
wearing hobble skirts, which made Spelling and Vincent laugh some more. 
The six guys along the wall were watching the girls and rubbing their cocks
as the girls slowly made it over to the door.  They left it open as they
carefully went down the three steps to the studio floor, and then they had
to walk another 30 feet to the custodian's closet.  The men watched through
a window, not even having to get up from the sofa to enjoy the show the
girls were putting on.  They saw Shannen open the door to the custodian's
closet and go inside, then she came back out holding two buckets.  She
handed one to Holly, and the girls started back to the dressing room, still
clamping their upper legs together and clenching the muscles in their
buttocks.  Climbing up the stairs was hard -- lifting her left leg almost
made Holly lose control of her bowels, and she quickly stepped up with her
other leg so she could clench her buttocks shut.  Shannen had trouble on
the stairs, too, but both girls made it into the dressing room without
spilling any piss out of their asses.  They set the buckets down in front
of the sofa, so the men would have a good view as the girls humiliated
themselves, and they started to squat over the buckets -- but Vincent told
them to wait.  Holly cursed harshly, making Vincent grin at her.  "I know,
angel, it's hard to keep holding your water, but it's good for you --
builds up your muscle control." Holly glared at him, but didn't say
anything.  Vincent continued, "Just one more little thing to do, then you
girls can take a nice shit in your little buckets." He motioned the two
black guys over, and told the girls to stand in front of them, positioned
sideways so the men could watch their faces.  "Just one more job, girls --
make these nice men cum in your mouths, then you can take a shit.  You got
them all excited when you let them use you like toilets, so now you have to
give them some relief.  Let's see what good little cocksuckers you are."
The girls started to get down on their knees, but Vincent stopped them. 
"No, no, girls -- let's see you squat this time.  That oughta give you a
nice workout, trying to hold your water while you squat down and give these
guys blowjobs." Shannen stared at him, her eyes bright with hatred, but he
just grinned at her.  Holly was almost out of her mind with frustration --
it was hard enough to walk around with her bowels full, but if she
squatted, the pressure would be tremendous, and she wasn't sure she could
hold her anal sphincter closed long enough to perform a blowjob.  But
Shannen was squatting, so Holly bent her knees and squatted beside her, and
both girls had their little round asses almost touching the floor as they
looked up at the guys.

   The niggers were already hard, and their erections stuck straight out
like branches on a tree.  Their cocks were as big as the girls' forearms,
and the girls could smell their own shit on the cocks.  Shannen took a
breath and opened her mouth to receive the cock in front of her, and Holly
carefully took her nigger's huge cock between her lips.  As she started to
suck, she felt a strong pain in her midsection, like a bad cramp, and she
knew it was her body trying to void the huge volume of piss in her bowels.
She heard Shannen groan just at that moment, and she knew she was having
trouble, too.  Holly felt like her legs were spread a mile wide, completely
open, and it was so hard to keep her buttocks clenched while she squatted
like that.  She was rocking back and forth as she performed fellatio on the
nigger's cock, and Shannen was moving as she tried to get her nigger to
cum. Holly was sucking as hard as she could, squeezing the nigger's big
balls as she mouthed his cock, working as hard as she could to make him cum
to she could empty her intestines.  Shannen was making a little noise in
her throat as she sucked, running one had up and down her nigger's leg
while she used her other hand to massage his testicles, and he grunted as
she squeezed his balls a little too tight.  She desperately wanted to get
him to cum fast, and she was working on his cock like the sluttiest little
whore in an alley, bent over the cock, her whole body moving against the
nigger with just one goal -- to make him explode in her mouth.  Holly was
working as hard as she could, but she had to be careful not to let any warm
urine dribble out of her asshole.

   The girls sucked for 15 minutes before they were able to get the niggers
to the point of cumming.  By that time, the pressure in the girls'
intestines was overwhelming, and they were mewling as they sucked, frantic
to make the niggers cum so they could relieve the horrible pain in their
bowels.  Finally Shannen's nigger put his hands on her head and held her
while the thrust into her mouth a few times, and then he ejaculated. 
Shannen closed her eyes and groaned with satisfaction as she started to
swallow his sperm.  His cock spurted again and again, and warm semen kept
filling Shannen's mouth as she worked to swallow every drop.  At that
moment, Holly's nigger gave her three hard thrusts and exploded in her
mouth.  She swallowed the first mouthful as the cock continued to spurt
like a garden hose, filling her mouth with so much cum that a little ran
down her chin.  She groaned, a long, low sound in her throat, needing to
finish with the nigger and empty her bowels.  After what seemed like an
hour, but was really a couple of minutes, he finished in her mouth, and she
struggled to raise her body enough so she could move over to the buckets.
Shannen finished a moment later, and duck-walked over to the buckets and
took Holly's hand as both girls squatted over a bucket.  There were loud
pooping sounds, then a flood of warm yellow liquid that flooded out of
their rectums into the buckets.  The girls groaned with relief, smiling
finally as their intestines forced all the urine out of their bodies into
the buckets.  There were pieces of shit floating in the buckets, and Holly
pooped out two big turds while she was voiding herself.  Shannen's bucket
was almost full when the foul-smelling liquid finally stopped leaking out
of her anus.

   CHAPTER 11: The Party Ends

   The girls were exhausted, and they could barely stand up from their
squatting positions over the buckets.  They took a step and sat down on the
floor beside the buckets, too tired to do anything else.  Their legs were
splayed out in front of them, spread wide apart so their pussies were
totally exposed.  Their breasts hung out as they breathed, their chests
rising and falling and making their tits move up and down.  Their bodies
were covered with sweat, and they smelled like dirty toilets.  A little
more piss had leaked out of their assholes after they flopped down on the
floor, and now they were sitting in little puddles of urine.  Shannen's eye
makeup had run down her cheeks from all the heavy sweating she had done,
and Holly's face looked even worse -- gritty black streaks that ran from
her eyes down to the corners of her mouth.  Both girls were red-faced and
breathing hard from the severe physical strain they had gone through, and
they looked like two whores after a long night on their backs.  The six
guys stood against the wall looking at the girls, and the two men on the
sofa were grinning at each other and talking about the girls, how tired and
dirty they looked.  Vincent told the guys they could leave, and they
quickly grabbed their clothes and headed for the door, glad to get out of
there with their jobs.  Spelling and Vincent stood up and went over to the
girls, and after a moment Spelling spat on Holly, his saliva hitting her in
her face.  Vincent spat on Shannen, getting saliva in her eyes, and both
girls yelped and started yelling.  Spelling gave Holly a little kick on the
outside of her thigh, and told them to shut up.  "You little sluts don't
understand what it's like to be big TV producers in this town.  We own your
asses, and your tits, and your cunts, and everything else you have.  You
owe us for letting you have these jobs, and you're gonna pay -- tonight was
just the first installment.  I want you to set up a party every Friday
night, with six or eight guys from the crew -- or if you run out of guys,
you can bring in anybody you want, as long as they have big cocks.  Duke
and me enjoy watching whores getting screwed, and we liked tonight a lot.
How did it feel when you were walking around with your bowels full of
nigger piss?  I hope it hurt a lot.  That's what whores like you deserve --
a lot of pain and a lot of cocks in your fuckholes.  See you on Friday."
The two men went out the door, and Shannen and Holly just sat there and
looked at each other for a long time.

   CHAPTER 12: More Sex Parties

   Shannen and Holly wanted to stop doing the parties, but they were
trapped by their own success.  The show was a big hit, and all three
actresses were being deluged with requests for interviews and loads of fan
mail.  If they lost their jobs, they'd never live it down.  For young
actresses in television, an Aaron Spelling was a sure ticket to the big
time, and neither Shannen nor Holly wanted to give it up.  So they were
both sitting in Shannen's dressing room at 9 PM the following Friday night.
Before she left the studio after the last party, Shannen had scrubbed the
carpet where it was stained with urine, on her knees for several hours with
the door locked so nobody would know what had happened.  Holly stayed and
helped her, and they spent the whole time talking about what assholes
Spelling and Vincent were.  But then Holly got a little gleam in her eye,
and asked Shannen, "How did you feel when that nigger were pissing in your
ass?" Shannen paused a moment, remembering, and said, "It really hurt,
having his cock inside me -- he was so BIG." Then she grinned at Holly. 
"But when he started pissing in me, and I felt his pee filling me up, it
was like he was fucking me, and his piss was sperm filling me up -- and I
went CRAZY!  I had an orgasm, and that made me clench my butt, and my
asshole just grabbed the cock and squeezed it so TIGHT and I felt it twitch
in my ass, like he was starting to get hard, but then he kept pissing. 
God, I felt so full, like when I feel bloated when I'm getting my period --
but it was so much like getting fucked, I couldn't believe it.  I felt my
pussy getting hot, and god, I was so fucking WET, my cunt juice was like
hot oil leaking out of me, burning me, I felt like my cunt was on FIRE!  I
would've done anything for that guy, as long as he just kept his big cock
in my tight little ass." She looked at Holly and grinned.  "So how did YOU
like it, you little horndog?"

   Holly smiled shyly, like she was talking about a new boyfriend.  "My guy
was so nice to me, he went as slow as he could with those two bastards
watching.  He really tried to take care of me, and I think I loved him a
little for caring about me.  But the head of his cock was so big, when he
was pushing it into me I thought I'd just DIE!  It felt like a baseball bat
-- I just knew I couldn't take it and I was afraid he would tear me, and I
was crying.  But he slowed down and pushed so gently, and my ass just
opened like a flower -- GOD, that was so HOT!  I've never felt like that
with anybody, and I think I fell in love right then.  I tried to help him,
tried to hold my asshole open so he could get inside me, and I pushed back
against him -- I really WANTED him in me.  But it hurt so much, it felt
like my ass was getting shredded.  I always get bloated when I get my
period, and it felt like that, but it was different because it was in my
ass.  I felt like I needed to take a shit, but at the same time it felt SO
good to have him inside me.  I would've done anything for that guy...  for
that cock.  I kept wishing he would touch my breasts -- my nipples were so
fucking hard, like little rocks, and if he'd touched me, I would've
exploded." Holly was unconsciously touching her breasts with both hands,
caressing her erect nipples as she talked, and Shannen grinned as she
reached out and slapped Holly's hands.  "You little slut!" Holly smiled and
pinched Shannen's breasts, and both girls laughed as they got back to
cleaning up the urine from the carpet.

   The sex parties continued, every Friday night in Shannen's dressing
room, and for two months the girls were able to find crew guys to come and
screw them while Spelling and Vincent mostly just watched.  Sometimes the
men came over and touched Shannen or Holly while she was being fucked, ran
his hand over her arm or leg or played with her tits, and occasionally they
liked to masturbate on the girls at the end of the party.  After two
months, the girls were having problems getting guys to come to the parties,
because they all knew they might get fired if Spelling or Vincent decided
they weren't performing hard enough on the girls.  When Holly told Spelling
about the problem, he told her not to worry about it -- he would get the
guys for the parties.  But at the next party, there were 12 guys there, all
of them niggers or spics, and they were filthy -- dirty clothes, sweaty,
and they smelled bad.  Spelling told the girls he got them at a labor
pickup site in East Los Angeles, and he figured they would really like a
chance to fuck some white girls.  None of the guys knew who Shannen and
Holly were, or Spelling or Vincent for that matter -- most of them didn't
speak any English, but it was clear just looking at them what they wanted.
They never took their eyes off the two girls, and some of them were rubbing
their crotches and grinning.  Shannen told Spelling to forget it, and she
looked at Holly, who picked up her purse and headed for the door with
Shannen -- but they stopped at the door.  They didn't want anything to do
with these guys, and they already felt dirty from all the parties where
they had to perform while the two old men watched -- but what about the
series?  And what about their careers?  Holly loved being famous, and she
liked working on "Charmed" even more than "Picket Fences." She knew Shannen
was glad to get "Charmed" after getting fired from "Beverly Hills 90210"
and didn't want to give it up.  So the girls stood there for another
moment, then slowly turned around and came back and sat down.  Spelling
grinned wolfishly and said, "That's a wise move, girls.  You don't want to
get fired over something as silly as this.  Besides, you know you like
having all these guys making sweet love to you." Shannen glared at him, and
Holly shot him the finger, but it just made him laugh.  "Stupid sluts, so
many stupid sluts around," he said to Vincent, and they both laughed.

   The girls still had their clothes on, and Spelling told them to do a
little striptease for the guys.  The dressing room was crowded with so many
people in it, and the girls were just a few feet from the guys, but Shannen
started taking off her shirt as she did a little dance step, looking at the
guys and smiling slightly.  Holly took off her sweater over her head and
her breasts flopped out, and most of the guys made a noise as she cupped
them and smiled.  The girls took off everything, moving sinuously, and when
they were naked, a low growl came from the guys.  Shannen looked at Holly,
and they both looked at Spelling and Vincent -- but the two men just sat
there, smiling at the girls' discomfort and fear.  Shannen stopped dancing
and stood there uncertainly -- and then the guys all moved at once, forcing
the girls down onto the floor.  Two of them mounted the girls, forcing
their legs apart and quickly jamming their erections into the open cunts.
Holly screamed as she was penetrated, and Shannen was trying to fight, but
some of the other guys were holding her down.  Holly was held down while
the guy inside her gave her a few thrusts and then dumped his load, and
Shannen's guy had his cum about as quickly.  There was no love in it, and
certainly no respect -- just two niggers rutting like pigs, screwing two
young white girls that didn't have a choice.  Holly could smell her
fucker's body odor, a foul, sickening stink that made her want to vomit,
and his breath was horrible, enveloping her face like a toxic cloud.  He
made animal noises while he screwed her, and she could feel sweat pouring
off his body and soiling her skin.  If felt like acid was being poured on
her body, and she tried to push him off of her, but he was far too big for
that.

   Shannen was fighting as hard as she could, but four guys were holding
her arms and legs.  Her body was completely open and available, and she
couldn't protect herself from the big nigger between her legs.  He forced
his cock up her snatch without any preparation, and the sudden pain in her
vagina brought tears to her eyes.  He fucked her like she was a piece of
meat, sweating on her as he rubbed his filthy body all over her.  His cock
felt like a baseball bat inside her, like it was filling her whole body and
might come poking out of her mouth from inside.  She had never been fucked
as rough as this, and she was afraid her genitals were going to get torn.
She mewled softly, talking to the guys, telling them it was OK if they kept
fucking her, but she just needed them to hold back, just a little, so she
wouldn't get damaged.  As soon as she said that, she knew it was a big
mistake -- her fucker leered at her, grinning meanly, and gave her a thrust
hard enough to make her scream.  The four guys holding her pulled on her
arms and legs, like they were trying to pull her apart, spreading her legs
so wide that she got a muscle spasm in her groin.  She was sobbing with
pain and frustration, terrified that they were going to damage her
permanently.  But then her fucker grunted and snuffled against her shoulder
as he ejaculated inside her, and pulled his cock out of her, trailing some
of her blood.  The next guy was between her legs instantly, and Shannen
closed her eyes and cried quietly while he started to screw her.

   Holly and Shannen got gang-raped that night, and it lasted for more than
six hours.  It wasn't a sex party -- it's not a party when the girls are
treated more like worthless whores than girls, and the guys take turns with
the girls like they were using the toilet.  The girls were nothing to them,
just empty fuckholes waiting to receive their cocks, sperm receptacles
where the guys could dump their loads for as long as they wanted to.  The
girls didn't get any breaks or any attention, and after four hours Holly
wet herself -- she couldn't hold it in any longer.  She had been begging
them to let her go to the bathroom for hours, but nobody cared.  After
another hour of getting screwed, Shannen lost control of her bowels and
shitted on the white carpet of her dressing room.  The guys made her lay
there in her own feces while they kept raping her, and that destroyed what
was left of her spirit.  She just lay there like a doll, staring at the
ceiling as her body jerked back and forth with the thrusts of the cocks in
her pussy, her mouth hanging open and saliva running out of it.  Holly knew
Shannen was having real problems, and she kept screaming at the two
bastards on the sofa, begging Spelling and Vincent to stop this, but they
were having too much fun watching.  They came over to get a closer look at
Shannen when she went silent, and Spelling tried slapping her a little, but
nothing brought her around.  Vincent tried pinching Shannen's breasts,
hard, but the girl didn't even flinch.  The men just laughed and went back
to the sofa to watch some more.

   The rapes finally ended after 3 AM.  The niggers and spics left one by
one when they finished screwing both girls as many times as they could, and
Spelling and Vincent left just after the last rapist was gone.  Holly just
lay there for a while, breathing and trying to make some sense out of what
had been done to her, then she rolled over and looked at Shannen, whose
beautiful face was streaked with sweat and ruined makeup and tears.  Holly
crawled over and took Shannen in her arms, an after a moment Shannen's eyes
stopped staring vacantly and she really saw it was Holly, and started
sobbing, and the sobbing turned into wailing as she squeezed Holly tight
against her.

   CHAPTER 13: More Problems with Infections

   It took a week for the girls to heal and get back to normal.  The series
was on its summer break, so they didn't have to see anybody on the show,
and they spent the week together, sometimes at Shannen's house and
sometimes at Holly's, talking and trying to accept what had happened. 
Their bodies had been badly abused internally, and they had pains in their
genitals and especially in their lower intestinal tracts, from the length
of time their colons were distended while they were forced to hold the
urine inside.  The pain was like cramps, but far worse, and it was
constant, taking three or four days before it began to abate.  Both girls
felt soiled, dirty, and violated as they never had been before, and they
talked it out until they came to realize it was not their fault -- the
blame belonged squarely on the shoulders of those two bastards, Spelling
and Vincent.  But the girls agreed that they couldn't do anything about it
-- they loved the series, and it had made them more famous than they had
ever been in their lives.  Shannen left a voicemail message for Spelling,
disguising her voice in case someone else listened to it, and told Spelling
there would be no more sex parties until the new season began shooting in
August.

   The girls had lots of publicity to do for the show during the summer
break, so it was bad news for Holly when she smelled a fishy odor.  It was
a very unpleasant smell, and after a moment she realized it was coming from
between her own legs.  This couldn't have come at a worse time -- she was
about to do an interview with Tony Danza on his show in New York City, and
she was in the Green Room waiting to be called when she smelled it.  She
quickly headed for the ladies room, telling a production assistant she
would be right back, but he said Tony as almost ready for her.  In a stall
in the ladies room, she pulled her jeans down around her knees, and when
she pulled down her thong, she noticed a yellowish discharge from her
vagina had stained it, and she knew she was having a recurrence of the
bacterial vaginosis she got after the first sex party.  She fought to keep
from crying as a wave on anger at Spelling and Vincent swept through her
body.  Those fucking bastards did this to her when they made the guys fuck
her pussy after they fucked her in the ass.  The old men knew she would
probably get an infection, and she was sure that's why they made her do it.
She kept wiping away tears of anger and frustration as she took off her
jeans and then her thong.  She didn't have another thong to wear, but she
had to do something to keep the discharge from staining her jeans.  She
wadded up the thong and stuffed it up her snatch, her stomach heaving as
the fishy odor flooded out of her vagina.  She inhaled it before she
thought of breathing through her mouth, and she almost vomited -- it
smelled like fish that had died and been dumped in a dirty toilet with a
lot of shit and piss, but somebody forgot to flush.  The sour smell of fish
coming from her vagina was one of the things her mother had warned her
about when she was a little girl, and told her to wash herself frequently
and douche at least once a day to keep her pussy from smelling bad.  She
had told Holly that men hate girls that smell bad, and a vaginal odor was
the quickest way for a girl to get a bad reputation.

   Holly realized she had to do something about the odor, so she put two
fingers up her snatch and pulled out the thong.  She needed to wash it, but
she was naked from the waist down.  She didn't want someone to walk in and
discover what she was doing, so she put the thong in the toilet bowl,
hoping the water was as clean as it looked, and rinsed it out as best she
could.  She squeezed the excess water out of the thong, then put it aside
and used some toilet tissue to swab the inside of her vagina, rubbing so
hard that it hurt.  She swabbed two more times, then realized there was
only one source of water to wash her pussy -- so she wadded up some toilet
paper and wetted it in the toilet bowl, then used it to wash out her
vagina. She flushed away all the toilet paper, then wadded up her thong and
again inserted it deep in her cunt.  She wadded up some toilet paper and
stuffed it up her snatch, then did that with two more wads of paper until
her vagina was packed with toilet paper.  It felt like she had a dildo
inside her, but it was the best she could do.  Then she froze -- the PA had
knocked on the door of the ladies room and called her name.  She called out
that she was on her way, and he asked her to hurry.  Holly put her jeans
on, feeling the rough material rubbing against her crotch as she fastened
the button at the waist.  She always wore tight jeans because they made her
look sexy, but with no underwear, there was the chance that some of the
discharge -- or the fishy smell -- would escape from her vagina.  The
zipper on the jeans was rubbing against her slit, and she gasped as she
opened the door to the stall -- now the zipper was touching her clit.  She
had no more time, so she walked to the sink and quickly washed her hands,
feeling the metal zipper against her erect clit with every little movement.
She walked back to the Green Room, her whole body almost rigid as the wads
of paper shifted inside her vagina and the zipper stimulated her clit.  As
Tony was announcing her name, she took a step toward the stage -- and she
had an orgasm.  She felt her face flush as she walked onstage where the
audience could see her, and she had another orgasm as she sat down -- the
zipper was rubbing her clit with every step.  She tried not to move, and
somehow got through the ten-minute interview with no more orgasms.  She
kept her legs tightly closed in case any of the yellowish discharge leaked
out of her pussy.

   When Holly stood up after the show ended, she could feel wetness between
her legs, but all she could do was go back to the ladies room as fast as
she could.  In a stall, she pulled her jeans down and saw they had a wet
spot on the crotch.  Her heart sank as she put her hand on her pussy -- the
wads of toilet paper were sopping wet with the discharge from her vagina,
and the odor was unbelievable.  God, what if someone came in while she was
in there?!  Holly felt tears running down her cheeks again as she threw the
wet globs of paper in the toilet and took more wads of paper from the roll
and tried to sop up the thin yellowish fluid that was still leaking out of
her cunt.  The smell from her vagina was making her feel sick, and she knew
she had to finish fast or she would throw up.  She looked over the top of
the stall door and saw a stack of washcloths on the counter beside the
sink. She had to get some of them to stuff up her snatch, but they were
across the room, and she didn't want to take time to put on her jeans.  So
she opened the door and stepped out of the stall, wearing just her shirt
and high heels, and quickly moved to the counter, watching herself in the
mirror and noticing that the discharge had run down the insides of her
thighs.  She grabbed several clothes and made it back to the stall without
anyone coming in.  She decided to take her thong out of her pussy, but it
took some time for her to find it with her fingers.  Then she wadded up one
washcloth and stuffed it into her slit, forcing it in as far as she could.
It hurt, but she finally got it as deep as she could, and then she stuffed
another cloth in after it.  The two wadded clothes stretched her vagina
painfully, but she knew she had no choice.  She put on her jeans, then
washed her hands and got out of the studio as fast as she could.  A car was
waiting to take her back to her hotel, and she flew back to Los Angeles the
next day.

   Holly went back on the three prescriptions the doctor had given her the
first time she got bacterial vaginosis, but the thin yellowish discharge
kept oozing out of her cunt.  She had more appearances to do in L.  A.  for
the show, and she was terrified that somebody would smell the thick fishy
smell from her vagina.  She had seen some people looking at her on the
plane from New York, and it made her die inside to think that they might
know how bad she smelled.  She started soaking a tampon in white vinegar
and inserting it deep in her pussy every morning while she was getting
dressed, then wadding up a sanitary napkin and stuffing it up her snatch.
It was hard for her to walk with her vagina packed like that, but she just
didn't have a choice.  She had to walk a little bowlegged to keep the pain
tolerable, and she was terrified that people would notice her, and might
think she had just been fucked or something.  She had to go to the ladies
room after every appearance, to open her jeans or pull down her skirt and
check to see if any of the discharge had leaked out of her twat.

   The vinegar killed most of the fishy smell in Holly's pussy, but every
time she inserted the vinegar-soaked tampon, it burned for a long time. 
Sometimes it took 15 minutes before it was absorbed into the walls of her
vagina, and she was miserable the whole time, sitting with her legs open,
thinking about how she got the infection.  Her hatred of Spelling and
Vincent grew and festered inside her, and she felt like she was getting an
ulcer from all the stress she was having to deal with.  Finally, after ten
days, the medicines dried up the discharge, and Holly was able to stop
walking around with her pussy stuffed full.

   Shannen got vaginal candidiasis again, about the time Holly's bacterial
vaginosis was clearing up.  Shannen called Holly as soon as she got the
news from her doctor, and couldn't stop crying.  The treatment was so
painful and degrading the first time, she just didn't think she could go
through it again, and Holly couldn't think of anything to say to help her.
Holly met Shannen at her doctor's office the next day for the treatment,
and the doctor said there was a new method for administering the injections
of the antibiotics that was much more effective in curing the disease --
but the new method was even more painful than the old one.  Shannen started
to cry as the doctor told her what he would have to do.  She would have to
lay on the exam table again, with her legs spread and her feet restrained
in the stirrups to keep her from moving involuntarily.  The first injection
would be given deep inside her vagina, just above her cervix, as was done
before -- but the other two shots would be in different places.  One would
be in her perineum, the region of skin between her vagina and anus, an area
that is extremely sensitive because it contains thousands of nerve fibers.
A local anesthetic could not be used to deaden the area because it would
interfere with the medication being injected -- so Shannen would have to
bear the full brunt of the pain.  But it was the final injection that would
be the most painful -- it would be given by inserting a needle directly
into her clitoris.  The subdural region behind the clitoris is a natural
breeding ground for the candidiasis bacteria, and Shannen's infection was
so extensive that this injection was vital to be sure all the bacteria were
killed.

   Shannen knew she had no choice, but she couldn't stop crying as she took
off her clothes.  She didn't put on a dressing gown this time, because the
doctor didn't want any unnecessary friction on any part of her body during
the procedure.  For that same reason, he didn't cover her with a sheet as
is usually done when a girl is having a vaginal exam -- so Shannen had to
lay down on the table completely naked.  She held Holly's hand while she
raised her legs and spread them open and put her feet in the stirrups, and
then the nurse attached leather restraints around her feet and ankles.  The
doctor inserted a speculum in Shannen's vagina and opened it as far as
possible, making Shannen grunt in pain, and then he administered the first
injection near her cervix.  Shannen grimaced, but managed to keep her body
still until the needle was pulled out.  This time she had remain in
position for only 20 minutes to let the medication work, but the speculum
had to be left in her vagina.  Finally the doctor came in and removed the
speculum, then asked Shannen to raise her hips so he could put a pillow
under her, elevating her pelvis and exposing her perineum.  The second shot
was given exactly halfway between the bottom of Shannen's slit and the top
of her anus, and the pain was unlike anything she had ever felt.  She
mewled in agony -- it felt like they were holding a cigarette lighter to
her vagina.  Tears streamed down her face and she dug her fingernails into
Holly's hand, and finally the needle was pulled out.  There was another
20-minute waiting period before the third shot, and Holly kept talking to
Shannen, telling her it would be OK.

   Then it was time for the last injection.  When the doctor came in with
the needle, Shannen started to wail, and struggled wildly against the
restraints holding her feet in the stirrups, mindlessly trying to escape
the torture that was coming.  Holly gripped her hand and talked to her, and
Shannen slowly started to relax a little.  Her naked body was covered with
sweat, and her face was flushed a deep red from tension.  She felt totally
exposed, stripped, vulnerable, and helpless, and it seemed like it would
never end.  She looked at Holly, her eyes wide with fear, and begged her to
make it stop.  Holly leaned down close to her.  "I can't, sweetie...  you
have to hold on...  hold my hand." She gripped Shannen's hand tightly --
and the doctor inserted the needle into Shannen's erect clitoris.  Her face
froze for a moment -- and then she screamed, a hoarse guttural sound that
seemed like it was torn from her throat.  Holly leaned down and put her
arms around Shannen's upper body, cradling her as she continued to scream.
The needle was fully inserted in her clitoris now, and the medicine was
being injected under her skin, and it felt like her cunt was on fire. 
Shannen's legs were jerking violently as she struggled to get loose from
her restraints, but she couldn't move far enough to cause any problem with
the injection.  Holly held her close, murmuring softly in her ear -- and
finally the needle was withdrawn.  Shannen collapsed in Holly's arms, her
whole body limp and still covered with sweat.

   CHAPTER 14: Relief for Shannen and Holly

   The doctor told Holly that the medicine would continue to burn inside
Shannen's vaginal area for about an hour.  Shannen seemed to be going out
of her mind, jerking her legs violently as she tried to break free of her
restraints, her eyes clamped shut and her face flushed a deep red.  Holly
held her tight, but it wasn't helping.  She asked the doctor if there was
anything she could do for her friend.  It was killing Holly to see Shannen
in such pain, and she was desperate to help her.  The doctor paused a
moment, then asked if the two girls were very close friends, and Holly said
yes.  The doctor explained that the only thing that might help Shannen and
ease her pain would be some sexual activity that would distract her from
the torment she was going through.  Stimulation of her genitals would speed
up the process of assimilation of the medication into her bloodstream, and
the doctor said the best activity for that purpose would be cunnilingus. 
Holly slowly realized what the doctor was telling her -- that she should
put her mouth on Shannen's pussy and eat her out.  Holly blushed a little,
but then she decided there was no point in pretending to be shocked.  She
took off her shirt, jeans, sneakers, bra, and thong, and stood naked for a
moment before she went around and got down on her knees at the end of the
exam table, between Shannen's open legs.

   Holly looked over her shoulder at the doctor, who was standing off to
one side.  He smiled slightly, but didn't move, and Holly decided to go
ahead -- it might be more fun with someone watching.  She put her hands on
the outside of Shannen's thighs as she lowered her head to her friend's
groin.  Shannen's clitoris was red and swollen, sticking out like a little
cock, and Holly carefully licked gently, just below the clit, running her
tongue up and down Shannen's tight little slit.  Shannen groaned at the
first touch, then sighed and opened her legs wider, and Holly took the
invitation and kissed Shannen's pussy lips, then moved up and brushed her
tongue over her clit.  Shannen's body jerked, but not with pain -- she as
having an orgasm.  The tension of the series of injections had strung her
out like a wire, and now Holly's soft wet tongue was driving Shannen over
the edge into extreme sexual pleasure.  Holly gestured at Shannen's legs,
and the doctor stepped over and released the restraints and lifted
Shannen's feet out of the stirrups.  Shannen instinctively closed her
thighs around Holly's head, letting her feet rest on Holly's back as Holly
continued licking her pussy.  Holly inserted her tongue in Shannen's slit
and thrust it deep inside her warm, wet pussy, making Shannen moan with
satisfaction.  Her pussy was soaking wet, and Holly slurped up some of
Shannen's vaginal fluids and swallowed them.  They tasted creamy and sweet,
and she closed her mouth over Shannen's slit and started sucking harder. 
Shannen moaned louder and put her hands on Holly's head, holding it tight
against her groin as she spread her legs, opening herself like a flower so
Holly could get deeper inside her.

   Holly felt someone's hands on her hips, and she raised her head from
Shannen's pussy and looked over her shoulder.  The doctor was standing
behind her, gently touching her hips, trying to get her to stand up.  Holly
met his eyes, and saw a feverish excitement there, and then she realized
just how hot this scene must be for a man like him -- having two young
actresses from a hit TV show, naked In his office, watching them have sex
together.  He spent every day examining women's private parts, and he had
to maintain a clinical detachment -- but Shannen's treatment was very
unusual, and Holly could forgive the doctor's inability to hold himself in
check.  He must see some spectacular women and girls in this office, naked
and completely exposed, and he couldn't even think of touching them because
it would ruin him professionally.  He must have resisted more temptations
than a hundred men -- so why not cut him a break?  Holly caught his eye and
smiled, just a small smile, as she stood up and worked her feet further
apart on the cold floor, spreading herself for him.  She reached around and
held her ass cheeks apart, inviting him to enter her, and the sound of his
zipper seemed very loud in the small room.  Holly heard his pants drop down
around his ankles, and she felt her pussy juices dripping down her thighs
-- she was so excited from licking Shannen's pussy -- and she knew the
doctor would have no trouble penetrating her.  She felt the head of his
cock probing for her slit, and then she gasped as he entered her in one
smooth deep stroke.  She lowered her head to Shannen's slit and put her
tongue inside her best friend and licked as she felt her face being forced
into Shannen's groin with each stroke of the cock in her own pussy.  The
doctor had a big cock, and Holly felt breathless as she felt her vagina
being stretched to accommodate his erection.  She felt his balls slapping
against her thighs as he thrust the full length of his cock into her pussy
again and again, and she felt her orgasm start to build.  She put her lips
on Shannen's swollen clit and gently kissed it just as her own orgasm
exploded inside her, and Shannen moaned and forced her groin harder into
Holly's sweet face as both girls had multiple orgasms.  The doctor drove
into Holly's cunt with such force that her face got all smeared with juices
from Shannen's vagina.  He was holding her hips hard against his groin as
he thrust into her, and she was moaning softly as he body jerked with every
thrust.  She lifted her face out of Shannen's cunt for a moment and,
without turning her head, said to the doctor, "God, your cock is so big...
driving me crazy...  please don't stop..." The doctor said jerkily, "My
cock is...  eleven inches...  you are so tight..." as he thrust into Holly
like a jackhammer, pounding his erection deep into her open twat as she
lowered her head and drove her tongue into Shannen's slit.

   Holly was exhausted from the physical effort of getting fucked standing
up, and she turned her head to speak to the doctor as he continued fucking
her.  "Would it make Shannen feel better if you fucked her?  Would it help
the medicine get into her bloodstream?" The doctor said any sexual activity
should help, and he slowly pulled his cock out of Holly's pussy.  Holly
used both hands to spread Shannen's cunt lips apart, then looked at the
doctor and smiled a little, and the doctor inserted the head of his cock in
Shannen's open twat.  He penetrated her easily, and she raised her slim
legs and wrapped them around him.  Her eyes were still closed but there was
a small smile on her face as the doctor started to fuck her.  Holly got
down on her knees to rest, putting her arms around the doctor's thighs and
hugging him gratefully as her body moved back and forth with his as he kept
thrusting into Shannen.  He fucked her for a long time, and finally he
started to thrust faster.  He said to Holly, "If I cum in her, she won't
get pregnant because of the drugs...  do you think...?" and Holly kissed
his legs and told him it was OK.  She moved around behind him and put her
face up against the curve of his ass.  She was so thankful that he had
eased Shannen's pain, she nuzzled her face in between his ass cheeks,
burrowing into his ass crack until her mouth found his anus.  He was still
fucking Shannen, and Holly's head moved back and forth in the doctor's ass
as she kissed his anus.  His body jerked with excitement and Holly put her
arms around his thighs to hold herself tight against him as he kept
thrusting into Shannen.  Holly drove the tip of her tongue into his anus,
then sucked on his ass like she was trying to draw some shit out of him,
and the doctor couldn't stand it any longer.  His erection was throbbing
heavily in Shannen's cunt, and suddenly his cock exploded inside her.  Warm
semen flooded her vagina as she had an orgasm, and Holly had an orgasm as
the doctor clenched his ass cheeks while he was cumming in Shannen's twat.
Shannen was moaning softly as the doctor kept thrusting into her while his
cock spurted more warm sperm into her cunt.

   Holly felt some of the sperm leaking out of Shannen's slit, and she
quickly put her hands under there to catch the sperm, then massaged it into
the doctor's scrotum, making his cock spurt even more cum into Shannen's
fuckhole.  Holly kept her face buried in the doctor's ass crack, licking
his anus until he was finished cumming in Shannen.  Then Holly drew her
head back and stood up and put her arms around the doctor from behind, and
gently helped him withdraw his softening penis from Shannen's pussy.  Holly
caught the last of his semen in her hand and brought it to her mouth and
swallowed it.  She kissed the back of the doctor's neck, murmuring, "Thank
you for helping her...  Shannen is my best friend and I couldn't stand to
see her in such pain...  you were so nice to her...  and to me, too..." She
turned the doctor around so she could press her naked body against his, and
she raised her face and kissed him.  He ran his gentle hands over her back
and down over her ass cheeks, holding her tight against him as she cried
quietly, releasing all the pain and tension of the last few hours.

   Holly helped Shannen off the exam table, and Shannen thanked the doctor
for helping her get through the pain of the injections.  Still totally
naked, she put her arms around him and kissed him, feeling his cock stiffen
a little as she rubbed his back.  She whispered in his ear, "And thank you
for fucking me so good." She reached down and touched his cock in her hand
for a moment, then squatted so she could kiss it gently.  She nuzzled his
balls, then stood up.  "Any time you want me, you can have me...  any time
at all." Holly leaned against the doctor, rubbing her breasts on his arm.
"That goes for me, too -- you were great today." The girls got dressed and
headed for Shannen's house.

   CHAPTER 15: Coyote Piper (X-Rated Version)

   After the horrors of all the sex parties, Holly and Shannen refused
Spelling when he kept calling to get them to do more parties.  They
threatened to go public with his and Vincent's perverted secret sex
activities, and he backed down -- for the moment.  The girls got through
the next two seasons doing "Charmed" and having the time of their lives,
and near the end of Season 3 they did an episode titled "Coyote Piper,"
where Piper had her body hijacked by a malevolent being.  The script called
for the possessed Piper to put on a skimpy halter and tight leather pants
and do an uninhibited barefoot dance on the bar at her club.  Shannen
volunteered to teach Holly to dance and to choreograph the number, and the
girls had a lot of fun filming it -- but then the whole experience turned
sour.  Aaron Spelling came to the set on the last day of filming and took
Holly and Shannen aside, and told them he wanted to film an alternative
version of the dance sequence -- an X-rated version that would be spliced
into the episode and distributed in Europe and Asia.  Holly and Shannen
simply said no way, and turned to walk away -- but then Holly saw Duke
Vincent over by the wall, talking to her mother, Lauralei.  Holly spun
around and glared at Spelling, and he gave her a small, satisfied smile. 
He figured neither Holly nor Shannen had told their mothers about the sex
parties, because the worst thing that can happen to the mother of a
beautiful young girl is to find out that her daughter has been manipulated
sexually.  Mothers spend years trying to teach their daughters how to
handle themselves with men, and the kind of things Holly had been doing at
the sex parties would kill her mother.  Holly figured all this out in about
half a second, and a shiver went through her body at the thought of her mom
EVER finding out what she had done.  It would be the worst betrayal a
mother could ever have, to find out that her daughter WILLINGLY let men
line up and use her body like a piece of equipment in a gym.  Holly nodded
slightly at Spelling, and he looked at Shannen.  Shannen had seen the look
on Holly's face when she saw her mom, and she knew Spelling would do the
same thing to her without hesitating.  She glared at Spelling, then slowly
nodded.  Spelling told the girls to go to Holly's dressing room and wait.

   The girls sat on the sofa in Holly's dressing room, saying nothing. 
What was there to say?  Spelling had trapped them again, forcing them into
a situation they didn't like and didn't want -- but they felt powerless to
do anything about it.  Holly had tears in her eyes as she thought of her
mom finding out about the sex parties, finding out all the things the guys
had done to her -- while Spelling and Vincent watched -- and she knew she
had to keep it a secret.  She had to do whatever Spelling told her,
whatever dirty things he demanded -- she could NOT let her mom be destroyed
by the knowledge that her daughter was a whore.  Lauralei had spent so much
time with Holly, telling her honestly about her own life and what she had
done wrong, wanting so much for Holly to be happy and avoid making the same
mistakes -- and now Holly had made a much worse mistake, far worse than
having a baby when she was 15, as Lauralei had.  Holly had prostituted
herself -- that's what it amounted to, taking Spelling's money (her salary
for doing the series) in exchange for letting guys have sex with her, using
her naked body any way they wanted, while she let Spelling and Vincent sit
there and watch while she spread her legs for each guy, one after the
other, and even let them urinate in her bowels.  Holly felt so sick of it
-- all the parties, all the guys, all the cocks, all the fucking, all the
perversions -- and she knew her mom would be sickened if she ever found out
about it.  So Holly decided she had to do whatever Spelling told her, to
protect her mom and to keep her dirty little secrets hidden away.

   Spelling came in, leering at the girls.  Vincent was behind him, and
they came and stood in front of the girls.  Holly and Shannen didn't raise
their heads, just sat there looking at the floor, waiting to be told what
new hell they were being dumped into now.  Spelling reached down and
touched Holly's left breast, and her head jerked up as she angrily slapped
his hand away.  He grinned like a wolf.  "That's what the people want to
see, girls -- tits and ass.  Can't do it on American TV, but the European
and Asian markets will pay top dollar to see cute little angels like you
with your private parts hanging out." He licked his lips, looking straight
at Holly, and she glared back at him.  He continued, "So here's what we're
gonna do.  Tonight there'll be a reshoot of the possession scene, where
Piper meets the demon in the alley behind P3 -- but in this version, when
the possession takes place, there'll be a little explosion that'll blow
Piper's dress off, so she's standing there naked in her high heels.  The
demon realizes it's in a female body, and smiles and runs its hands over
its new body, ending with its hands on her tits and pussy.  Then Piper puts
her dress on and goes back in the club.  Tomorrow night we'll reshoot the
dance sequence, but this time Piper will take off her halter and shake her
tits at the guys while she dances on the bar.  Then she'll strip, pulling
off her leather pants so she's naked.  Just as they're about to start
gang-banging her, her sisters will come in and rescue her.  Well, what do
you think?  Will that sell?"

   Holly looked at Shannen, her expression a mixture of anger and pleading.
She knew there was no way out of this, and she hated Spelling so much it
hurt, but at the same time she was hoping Shannen could figure out some way
to escape, to run away like all this had never happened.  Shannen shook her
head just slightly, and Holly closed her eyes as she felt the tears coming.
Spelling patted her on the top of her head, and she angrily jerked her head
away with a little grunt of disgust.  Spelling and Vincent headed for the
door, and Spelling said over his shoulder, "Just be ready to shoot at 8
PM." The men went out, and Shannen put her arms around Holly and held her
as Holly let the tears flow freely.  She had never felt so trapped, or so
powerless to control her own situation.  At least when her father and
stepfather had sex with her, she felt like they loved her -- but with
Spelling and Vincent, all she felt was a loathing of women, a hatred that
radiated from the two men like a toxic cloud.  They enjoyed seeing women
uncomfortable, hurt, scared -- it made their cocks get hard, seeing how
disgusted Holly was with their perverted ideas.  But she couldn't think of
any way to avoid them, so she sat with Shannen and waited.

   Just before 8 PM, the girls changed into their costumes for the first
scene and went to the set.  Holly was wearing the little black dress she
had worn the first time the scene was shot.  Shannen wasn't in this scene,
and she stood just out of camera range, giving Holly moral support.  They
reshot the possession scene, where Holly just had to look startled, and
then it was time to shoot the new portion that would follow the special
effect of her dress being blown away in a magical explosion.  Spelling was
directing this scene himself, and he told Holly to take off her dress.  She
slowly pulled the hem of the dress up over her head and tossed the dress
aside.  She wasn't wearing a bra or thong, and she stood there naked in her
high heels while the crew pretended not to look at her.  The camera rolled,
and Holly started with a look of surprise, then smiled slightly as the
demon inside Piper's body realized this was a woman's body.  Holly ran her
hands over her arms and stomach, then raised them to her breasts and cupped
them, using her thumbs to excite her nipples.  Then she ran one had down
between her legs and touched her slit, spreading her legs a little and
closing her eyes.  Spelling let the scene go on and on, far beyond where it
should have ended, until Holly opened her eyes and glared at him and he
finally called the cut.  Shannen quickly handed Holly a robe to cover her
nakedness, and the crew got set up for the next scene.  When they were
ready, Holly took off her robe and stood on the set, naked except for her
high heels, and they shot a few seconds of her standing there.  Later a
magical transformation would be inserted digitally where her dress appeared
on her, but for the scene she just put on the dress, then they shot a few
seconds of her walking back into the club.  Holly went to her dressing room
and changed into the costume for the bar dance scene -- a red halter and
brown leather pants.  She would be barefoot for this scene, and she didn't
wear any underwear because she knew she would be taking off her clothes
again.

   The bar set was filled with extras when Holly and Shannen went in. 
Shannen would appear later in the scene, when she and Alyssa come in to
rescue Piper, but first Holly had to do Piper's dance on the bar.  Two of
the extras helped her up on the bar, and the crew shot a minute or two of
her dancing provocatively.  This was where the original shot ended -- but
now Holly had to shoot the lewd version.  As the cameras rolled, she took
off her halter and shook her tits as she danced, then dropped the halter
and got down on her knees so she could rub her breasts over the customers'
faces.  Spelling made her do this scene seven times, claiming he wasn't
satisfied with the action -- but Holly know he just wanted to humiliate
her. Finally Spelling called cut, and they went to the next scene, where
Holly stands up on the bar and takes off her leather pants.  Holly had to
stand there with her breasts hanging out while the lighting technicians
took forever to decide how much light was needed.  Holly saw Shannen go
over and say something to Spelling while she was standing there, but
Spelling just ignored her.  Normally the actresses wait in their dressing
rooms until the lighting setups are done, but Spelling kept saying it would
just be another moment, but he kept Holly standing there for half an hour
before things were ready to go.  Holly sat down on the bar and the cameras
rolled, and Holly stood up and stripped off her pants, throwing them into
the crowd.  Now she was completely naked and barefoot, and she started
dancing, but this dance was much dirtier than the one she had done in the
original version of the scene.  She spread her legs in a sort of limbo,
bending her body and thrusting her groin into the camera while the
customers shouted and whooped.  Finally Spelling called cut, and Shannen
pushed her way through the crowd of extras to give Holly her robe -- but
Spelling said he wanted to do it again.  Holly demanded to know why, and
Spelling gave her some nonsense about one of the cameras not functioning.
She knew what it really was -- he wanted to humiliate her in front of all
the extras and the crew by making her do the nude scene again.  Holly
glared at Spelling, but he just grinned a little, and she knew she had no
choice at all.  God, what a miserable bastard!  She put her leather pants
back on, and prepared to do it all over again.

   Spelling forced Holly to do five takes of the dance scene, and every
time she did it, her dancing got wilder and sexier as she got more and more
tired and frustrated, until on the last take she was thrusting her hips
lewdly, cupping her breasts and lifting them toward the camera, leaning
down and licking her own nipples as she smiled slightly, and generally
acting like a little slut.  Finally Spelling called cut and print, and
Shannen threw the robe over Holly and they went to the side of the set. 
The last scene to be filmed had Shannen coming into the club to rescue
Piper.  This scene had Shannen and Alyssa in the original, but Alyssa had
refused to appear in any scenes with nudity, so only Shannen would come in
to rescue Piper this time -- and Shannen would take off her shirt while she
yelled at the customers that they were all pigs.  This was just an excuse
to have Shannen appear topless, to help sell the repackaged episode
overseas.  The technicians were ready, and Holly went back to her position
and took off her robe and got up on the bar where she was at the end of the
last scene.  Spelling called action, and three of the men dragged Holly
down onto the floor.  Two of them held her legs open while the third man
got down between her legs and unzipped his pants -- but before he could
rape her, Shannen came in and shoved her way through the crowd, pushing the
men away while Holly quickly grabbed her clothes.  Showing disgust at the
way the customers were acting, Shannen shucked off her shirt, and yelled at
the men, "You want to see tits?  Take a good look, assholes!" She took
Holly's hand and they pushed through the crowd toward the exit.  Spelling
called cut and print, which amazed Holly -- only ONE take?!  But then she
realized he just wanted to get to the last scene, where the two girls run
up the stairs out of the club.  They did that scene once, and of course
Spelling wanted a retake.  He was enjoying watching the girls' breasts
bouncing and jiggling as they ran up the stairs, and he made them do the
scene three more times before he finally called cut and print.  Holly and
Shannen put on robes and went back to Holly's dressing room, glad to be
done with all this crap.

   CHAPTER 16: Holly Performs a Blowjob

   Holly and Shannen thought they were done with Aaron Spelling and his
filthy ideas after the filming of the special scenes for "Coyote Piper" --
but during the hiatus after the third season, Shannen's agent got a phone
call saying she had been fired from the series.  Shannen was in Canada
shooting a movie, and she called Holly as soon as she heard about it.  The
girls agreed this was Spelling's way of getting back at them because he
knew they were best friends and loved working together on the series. 
Holly went straight to Spelling's house and demanded to see him, to tell
him what an asshole he was.  She was taken into the library, where she
found Spelling sitting on the sofa.  She started to lash out at him, but
then she noticed how pale he was, and how frail he looked.  For a man in
his 70s, he had always appeared strong and vigorous, but now he looked
almost ill.  Holly felt her anger dissipating as she realized he was really
just a tired old man, and she was surprised to hear herself asking him if
there was anything wrong.  Spelling looked up at her and smiled wanly. 
"You're sweet to ask me, Holly, after the way I've treated you, and
Shannen, too.  It's really Duke's fault, you know -- he comes up with these
crazy ideas and I go along because he's helped me a lot over the years.  I
know he's some kind of pervert, but I can't seem to say no to him when he
gets these crazy notions.  I feel awful about it, just awful..." His voice
trailed off to a whisper, and Holly sat down beside him on the sofa.  She
took his hand, and he started to cry quietly.  Holly couldn't believe she
felt so concerned for this man who had given her and Shannen so much grief,
but she found herself stroking his hand gently.  After a few moments he
said softly, "I can't get an erection any more...  it's like I'm not a man
any more...  oh god..." and he closed his eyes and sobbed.

   Holly was suddenly filled with compassion.  After all, this man was an
innovator and a top-of-the-line TV producer, a legend in his own time, and
he was confessing to her something that must have made him feel ashamed and
broken.  She wanted to help him, to reach out to him and make things
better, to ease his suffering.  She knew from her own experience how alone
and adrift a person can feel when the sexual part of life wasn't good, and
she felt a connection to the tired old man sitting beside her.  She slipped
off the sofa and got down on her knees in front of him, between his legs.
She looked up at him, and raised her hand to stroke his cheek, wet with
tears.  "I want to help you if you'll let me," she said softly, and the old
man slowly raised his head and opened his eyes, Holly lowered her hand to
his zipper and slowly opened it a little, then stopped and looked up at
him. "Is this OK?  I don't want to hurt you." Spelling stared at her, as if
he couldn't believe this was happening to him, the nodded once and
murmured, "Sweet angel..." Holly unzipped his pants and gently took out his
soft cock.  It was completely flaccid, buried in the folds of his scrotum,
and Holly couldn't even find the head at first.  She had never seen a penis
so soft and shrunken -- it was almost invisible within the wrinkled skin of
the scrotum.  She folded back the scrotum with one hand while she felt for
the shaft with the other, and finally she was able to elevate the head of
the penis a little.  It was discolored with brown age spots, and it smelled
bad, like it hadn't been washed in a few days.  Holly knew old people
sometimes didn't wash as often as they should, but she didn't stop -- she
used both hands to press down the scrotum around the penis, and she lowered
her head and licked gently at the tip of the penis.  There was no response
at all, which had never happened to Holly when she licked a cock.  She
thought maybe Spelling needed something visual to help him, so she sat up
straight and took off her sweater.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and her
breasts spilled out and bounced a little.  She laid her sweater on the
floor and looked up at Spelling, smiling seductively.  "Do you like my
breasts?"

   Spelling was looking at Holly with a mixture of surprise and fear on his
face.  He looked as if he couldn't believe this was happening, and he
seemed fearful of where it was going.  Holly thought he was afraid he
wouldn't be able to get an erection, and she was filled with a desire to
help him, in spite of all the horrible things he and Vincent had done to
her and Shannen.  If she went by what he said, it was Vincent that was
largely responsible for all the misery she and Shannen had been put
through, and why should Spelling suffer for that?  She looked up and him
tenderly and whispered, "Don't be afraid...  look at my breasts...  see how
hard my nipples are?...  it's exciting for me to be here with you...  I
want you so much..." She lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the
head of his penis and began to lick and suck it, using her hand to massage
his testicles at the same time.  For a moment there was no reaction, but
then Holly felt a tiny movement in the penis.  She buried her face in his
groin, sucking harder and more urgently.  She heard Spelling groan with
satisfaction, and he moved his hips a little, sliding down toward her on
the sofa, and Holly licked his penis faster.  It stiffened just a little,
but then it softened again, and Holly was disappointed and upset that she
couldn't get him hard.  She kept licking, nuzzling her whole face into his
groin and kissing the tip of his cock while she gently massaged his scrotum
and rolled his testicles between her fingers teasingly.  She was determined
to help him get through this.

   What Holly didn't know was that Vincent was videotaping the whole scene
through a small opening in the bookshelves.  He and Spelling had worked
this out before Holly arrived, knowing she would come and try to get him to
reverse his decision about firing Shannen.  The reason he gave to the media
-- friction among the cast members, specifically Shannen and Alyssa --
masked his real reason for wanting to get rid of the little bitch. 
Spelling had propositioned Shannen when she was 23, a cute little hottie in
her third year of working on "Beverly Hills 90210," but she had rejected
him, calling him an old fart.  He had offered to set her up with a house
and a car and jobs in TV for the foreseeable future, but he wanted her to
cater to his special little perversion -- he liked to watch a girl suck her
own menstrual blood out of a tampon after she took it out of her cunt while
she was having her period.  Spelling had invited Shannen over to his house
and let her watch while Laura Leighton, Spelling's current mistress and one
of the stars of "Melrose Place," stripped and spread her legs, showing
Shannen the tampon string hanging out of her pussy.  Laura smiled and
slowly removed the dirty tampon, then brought it to her mouth and started
to lick it.  Shannen wanted to vomit, but she managed to control it in as
Laura inserted the used tampon in her mouth and sucked her menstrual blood
out of it and swallowed it.  Shannen ran out of the room and out of the
house and never came back, until her audition with Holly for "Charmed."
Spelling had vowed that day to get back at Shannen, and now he had done it,
by firing her from the best job she had ever had.  But he wanted more -- he
wanted to humiliate Shannen's best friend, Holly, and show Shannen the
tape. So he arranged with Vincent to set up the video camera before Holly
arrived.

   Spelling was having some trouble keeping his cock soft.  Holly's mouth
was so warm and wet and willing, he could have ejaculated two minutes after
she took his cock between her lips.  He kept thinking of turn-offs like
garbage dumps and ugly women, and every time he felt his cock getting
stiff, he closed his eyes and talked to himself steadily, going over
business reports in his head until his cock softened again, and Holly had
to start over.  Spelling was secretly laughing his head off at the thought
of this cute little slut working so hard to give him an erection, to help
the "old man" out of his troubles, while his major problem was resisting
the urge to shove his cock down her throat and pump about a gallon of cum
into her.  She was sucking like a street whore, milking his cock with her
mouth, working so hard to give him an erection, rolling his balls around
inside his scrotum like they were marbles, and Spelling had to grit his
teeth to keep his cock from stiffening.  But he got it under control, and
he heard Holly groan softly as his cock softened again, despite everything
she was doing.  He knew she was troubled by her failure to get him hard,
and he knew it made her feel inadequate and clumsy -- which was just what
he wanted, to make her question herself and doubt her own ability to
perform sexually.  If she couldn't even get an old man's cock hard, what
good was she?  Nothing should have been easier, but Holly had been working
on Spelling's penis for almost half an hour, and she was feeling frustrated
and angry at herself.  She raised her upper body and used her hands to cup
her breasts tightly around the cock, rubbing herself against Spelling's
groin, kissing around his navel as she tried desperately to get him
excited.

   CHAPTER 17: Holly Gets Excited

   Holly looked up at Spelling, smiling encouragingly, and he stammered,
"C-c-could I touch your breasts?  You're such a pretty girl..." And
suddenly Holly was flooded with affection for him -- it was like her first
boyfriend asking permission to touch her.  She leaned back a little and
raised her upper body so he could reach her tits, and he tentatively put
one hand against her left breast, not moving, as if he were frightened. 
Holly took his other hand and put it on her right breast, then leaned in,
pressing the soft globes of her tits against his gnarled old hands.  He
rubbed her breasts a little, and she felt his cock stiffen just a little.
She quickly put her head down between his legs and her lips found the head
of his cock, sticking out just slightly.  Holly sucked hard on it, using
her tongue to bathe his penis as her cheeks hollowed from the force of her
sucking, and the cock got a little harder.  She used her fingertips to rub
it, and the shaft got a bit longer.  She took his scrotum in her mouth,
rolling his testicles around gently with her tongue, teasing his balls as
she continued rubbing his cock, and finally it began to stiffen.  Holly
made a little chirrup of satisfaction and increased the pressure of her
fingers as she massaged the shaft of the penis.

   Unknown to Holly, Spelling had decided the charade had gone on long
enough -- the little slut had been sucking his cock for almost an hour now
-- and he wanted to cum.  She was a great cocksucker, and he was tired of
fighting her off, so he looked down at her long hair and jiggling boobs as
she fellated him, and he let his cock stiffen as he had been wanting to
since this little bitch started sucking his cock.  Holly gave a little gasp
as the penis got longer and a lot harder.  She felt thrilled that she was
finally succeeding in arousing him, and then she felt his hand in her hair.
She looked up at him, smiling a little, and he hesitated.  She asked,
"What?" and he lowered his eyes shyly, and once again she felt a flood of
sympathy for the old man.  He looked up and whispered, "Would you take off
your clothes?  Please, you're so beautiful...  would you let me see you
like that?" Holly stood up and took off her sneakers, then unbuttoned her
jeans and slipped them down her legs and dropped them on the floor.  She
stood in front of Spelling naked, and she felt her pussy juices oozing down
her thighs.  She had been sucking his penis for so long, she couldn't help
but get aroused herself.  She quickly put one hand between her legs and
wiped the sticky juices off her thighs, then looked at Spelling with
embarrassment.  He took her hand and slowly brought it to his mouth,
rubbing her damp fingers over his lips so he could taste her vaginal
secretions as her face flushed a deep red.

   Holly felt like she was back in high school, on a date with her first
boyfriend -- all this felt new and terrifically exciting.  She looked down
at her bare breasts and saw that her nipples were stiffly erect, sticking
out like little cocks on her chest, hard as rocks.  She knew Spelling could
see them and he could tell how highly aroused she was, and it made her feel
hot inside, like she was burning up.  She suddenly wanted to please this
man more than anything in the world.  She leaned forward at the waist and
brought her head down and kissed his cock, which was now about half erect,
then stayed in that position, with her tits hanging out, and looked up at
him.  "What do you want me to do?  Just tell me..." She saw his cock
stiffen as she said that, and she smiled at him teasingly.  She
straightened up and cupped her breasts with both hands and offered them to
him, running her thumbs over her erect nipples so hard that it hurt.  She
moaned like a bitch in heat, her eyes hot and bright as she looked down at
him.  "Tell me...  oh god, please tell me..." She squatted a little,
spreading her legs lewdly and thrusting her groin forward so her pussy was
completely exposed as she moved her hips up and down, like she was fucking
herself on a big cock.  She pinched her nipples and cried out as her body
jerked with an orgasm, making her quiver all over.  She needed a cock so
bad, it was driving her crazy.

   Spelling looked up at her and quietly asked, "Can I...  could I
please..." and Holly said, "Anything...  anything for you..." and he said,
"I want to make love to you, angel...  you're so pretty..." Holly stood
still, her face clouding with hesitation, and then she met his eyes and
slowly pointed at her pussy, and Spelling saw a tampon string hanging out
of her slit.  He had a hard time hiding his excitement when he saw that,
and realized he might get a chance to indulge his favorite little game with
this slutty little bitch.  He looked up at her, being careful to keep the
excitement from showing on his face, which he hoped had a look of
disappointment.  Holly said quietly, "I'm so sorry...  I got my period
yesterday, and my flow is always heavy for a couple of days...  I'd let you
do it anyway, but it's just so messy, and..." Her voice trailed off into
silence as she shifted her feet, embarrassed.  Spelling reached out and
took her hand gently, and she looked at him.  "Can I...  would you let
me...?" Holly said, "What?..." and Spelling said slowly and shyly, "Could I
put it in your sweet little ass?" Holly felt a jolt like she had touched a
live electric wire, and she said thickly, "Oh, yes, please..." Her body
moved jerkily as she quickly straddled Spelling, spreading her knees wide
apart and holding her buttocks open as she sat down on his cock.  It was
fully erect now, and Holly gasped as she felt the head of the cock touch
her anus.  She mewled quietly, longingly, as she brought her hips down
slowly, lowering her body onto the cock, taking the shaft inside her as her
anal sphincter stretched open to allow the cock meat to move into Holly's
rectum.  Her sphincter closed tightly around the shaft as the head filled
her rectum and started to enter her colon.  There was no lubrication, and
it hurt a lot, but Holly just didn't care any more -- she needed a cock
inside her.  She grimaced as she bent her knees and forced more of the cock
up her ass.  Her rectum felt like it was on fire, and her bowels felt full
and bloated, like she needed to defecate.  The pain was awful, but Holly
gritted her teeth and took more and more of the cock inside her until she
felt Spelling's pubic hair tickling her buttocks.  She sat down heavily on
the cock, her asshole opening like a flower, taking the full length of the
erect penis into her bowels.  It felt like a baseball bat had been forced
into her anus, like the cock was going to come out of her mouth, it felt so
long and hard.  Holly smiled a little as she realized she had taken it all
inside her, and she started to raise and lower her hips, fucking herself on
the cock.  Her anal sphincter was gripping the cock so tight, it hurt like
a toothache every time she took another stroke, but she knew sex was
supposed to hurt the girl, so she kept fucking herself as hard as she could
while tears of pain streamed down her cheeks.

   CHAPTER 18: Vincent Makes a Video

   Behind the wall of the library, Vincent was shooting a closeup of
Holly's sweating face as she screwed herself on Spelling's cock.  Vincent
had his own cock out and was masturbating while he watched the little slut
enjoying herself.  She was really a great little cocksucker, and she'd make
a good street whore if he could talk her into it -- maybe on weekends to
make some extra cash.  He had pimped a lot of the actresses on Spelling's
series over the years, keeping 90 percent of the cash they earned, and
usually watching while they turned tricks in doorways or alleys in
Hollywood.  It was amazing how many of these stupid cunts couldn't hold
onto the huge salaries they received, and came to him asking if he could
help them earn something extra.  There was and endless supply of stupid
whores in Hollywood, with more arriving on the bus every day.  Vincent
grinned as he thought of Heather Locklear, from "Melrose Place," bending
over a garbage can in an alley on Wilshire, totally naked, while four guys
took turns screwing her.  And he remembered how hot Courtney Thorne-Smith
looked in a doorway on Sunset, on her knees with her blouse pulled down
around her waist while she gave blowjobs to a line of guys that kept
getting longer and longer.  He remembered how the little slut had begged
him to let her stop and go home, but he just kept rounding up guys on the
street for blocks around, telling them a TV actress was giving blowjobs. 
He only charged the guys ten dollars apiece, so Courtney earned a dollar
every time she swallowed a mouthful of warm sperm.  When he finally let her
stop, her face and breasts were covered with strings of cum that had leaked
out when the guys pulled their cocks out of her mouth.  Vincent felt his
own cock stiffen at the memory, and he went back to watching Holly working
so hard to get Spelling to cum in her ass.

   The little slut was working her body up and down on Spelling's cock, her
body covered with sweat as she gasped for breath, raising and lowering her
hips as fast as she could, the burning pain in her rectum driving her like
she was being whipped.  She was grunting like a pig with each stroke, her
face contorted in a rictus of pain, sweat streaming down into her eyes so
she could hardly see.  Holly almost welcomed the pain in her anus -- she
felt like it was her punishment for doing such a bad job of sucking the
cock to an erection, and she drove her asshole down onto the cock meat as
hard as she could, her buttocks spreading apart at the bottom of each
stroke as her ass cheeks brushed Spelling's pubic hair.  She was crazy for
him to cum, crazy for the heavenly feeling his warm sticky sperm inside her
body.  She put her hands on her breasts and gripped her nipples, rolling
the hard nuggets between her fingers as she mewled desperately, giving
herself three orgasms as she fucked herself on the cock.  Then, finally,
she felt the cock throb heavily in her tight little ass -- once, twice --
and she knew he was going to cum, and her mouth twisted into a lewd smile
as she anticipated the wetness of his semen.  He spoke raggedly.  "Angel,
is it OK...  OK if I cum inside you...  please?" Holly groaned with
excitement as she murmured, "Ohhh god, yes...  please cum...  please cum in
me...  need it so much..." And Spelling grunted with deep satisfaction as
he thrust his hips against Holly's groin and ejaculated.

   Holly wrapped itself around her fucker, tightening her legs around
Spelling's hips and putting her arms around him and pressing her naked body
against him as she felt the first gush of sperm in her rectum.  She
shivered, and a hot little orgasm swept through her body as the thick jism
flooded her rectum and flowed into her bowels.  She wanted more, so much
more, and she kept jerking her hips up and down, trying to milk the cock
for every precious drop of semen.  The cock was spurting again and again,
and she could feel the hot juices flowing deeper into her bowels.  Her anal
sphincter was on fire, burning and sore from the irritation of the cock
moving in and out of her ass for so long, aching from being stretched so
tightly around the cock.  Holly felt like her sphincter might get torn, and
she knew that sort of wound takes a very long time to heal -- if it ever
does -- and she knew that keeping the cock inside her increased the danger
that she might never shit right again.  But she just couldn't stop.  She
knew she was acting like a slutty little whore, but she couldn't resist the
heavenly feeling of the warm, creamy sperm lubricating her rectum and her
bowels.  There was so much of it, she was starting to feel bloated, and the
thought of having that much cum inside her gave her another orgasm.  She
was exhausted from cumming so many times, and she collapsed on top of
Spelling as he finished dumping his load inside her.

   CHAPTER 19: Spelling Enjoys Himself

   Spelling was breathing fast from the physical exertion, but also from
the feeling of raw sexual power a man gets when he fills a little slut's
asshole with a quart of sperm.  He was looking at Holly's face all the time
while he was screwing her and cumming in her, and he could see how much she
loved having a cock forced into her tight little ass.  Every time his penis
throbbed and shot another gush of sperm into her bowels, she shuddered and
closed her eyes like she was on a roller coaster -- this little bitch LOVED
it in the ass!  She grimaced from the pain of his big cock, and he could
feel how tight her sphincter was wrapped around the base of his erection as
he gave her little thrusts, trying to force the whole length of his cock
far up inside her ass, wanting to dump every drop of his sperm in her
worthless butthole.  It was amazing to him that any girl could enjoy
something that hurt that much -- but that's what whores do, and this girl
was born to be a whore.  She bared her teeth each time he rammed his big
cock up her ass, forcing her sphincter to stretch a little more and giving
her a harsh jolt of pain that shot through her body like an electric shock.
This bitch liked for sex to hurt -- it excited her, got her all hot and
twitchy, made her work harder to please whatever man happened to be using
her body for a sperm receptacle.  She had been taught what girls are -- a
set of holes for men to use any way they wanted.  Her fuckhole (the slit
between her legs) was the most important hole she had, but there was also
her asshole (to be used to hurt her while she was being fucked) and her
mouth (another fuckhole, except it was on her face).  That's really all a
girl is, and that's where her only value is, the only reason for her to be
alive -- so men can use her holes for their cocks.

   Spelling remembered the first time he had screwed an actress on one of
his projects -- the first in a long line of hungry little whores who would
do anything for a chance to be a star.  Her name was Kitty Winn, and her
very first film was "The House That Would Not Die," which Spelling produced
for TV in 1970.  A year later Kitty made "Panic in Needle Park" with Al
Pacino, and two years after that came "The Exorcist" -- but Spelling
remembered her as a 26-year-old cutie who was terribly shy.  It was so easy
to make her some promises, and suddenly she had her clothes off, asking if
she could please suck his cock.  He let her give him a blowjob, and he
screwed her at least once a day during the 12 days the movie was shooting.
When the movie wrapped, he fucked her one last time -- in the ass -- and
thrust into her so hard that he tore the wall of her rectum.  She had four
surgeries over the next six months, but tears in the rectum are almost
impossible to fix because the skin and muscle have to flex every day, and
even now, at age 63, it hurts her a lot every time she takes a shit, and
she is forced to think about what Spelling did to her.

   By the time he produced "The Best Little Girl in the World" in 1981,
Spelling had a voracious appetite for banging young actresses, and this TV
movie had parts for three of them: Helen Hunt, who was 18 at the time, and
Jennifer Jason Leigh and Ally Sheedy, both 19.  The movie's subject was
anorexia, and one of Spelling's big turn-ons was skinny girls, so he set up
an arrangement that might have been a public-relations disaster -- he asked
Jennifer Jason Leigh to spend a month losing weight before filming began.
He told her the goal was realism, that there was no way to achieve an
authentic anorexic look without actually losing weight, and he mentioned
Robert DeNiro's weight gain for his role in "Raging Bull" which had come
out a year before.  Jennifer was deeply committed to realism in her roles,
a trait that continues to this day, and she was enthusiastic in embracing
Spelling's suggestions.  She moved into a guest room at his home and went
on a severe diet of high-protein drinks and nothing else.  She was 5 feet 3
and weighed 120 pounds when she moved in, and a week later she had lost 12
pounds.  Spelling then played his trump card, convincing the girl that
rigorous sexual activity was the best way to work off more calories and
speed up her weight loss.  The stupid bitch actually bought this story, and
she let Spelling screw her twice a day, starting at the beginning of the
second week, but at the end of the week she had only lost another 10
pounds. Spelling wanted her around 85 pounds when filming began, and
explained to her that more activity was needed.  He volunteered to find
more men to have sex with her, and once again the dumb whore agreed, so
Spelling pimped her to some sex clubs he found in the area, and each day of
her third week on the diet, she got fucked by at least 25 men, laying on
her back in Spelling's guest room while her johns lined up at the door. 
The peak day was Thursday when she serviced 48 men in one day.  Spelling
was watching Jennifer through a one-way mirror in the room, and he was
masturbating six or seven times a day, watching the little whore getting
screwed while her body got skinnier and she developed large dark circles
under her eyes.  Her knees and elbows were knobby and her forearms and
thighs were impossibly thin by the time the third week of dieting was done,
and she weighed 87 pounds when she reported to the studio to start filming.

   Jennifer was so weak from her sudden weight loss, Spelling decided he
shouldn't have sex with her while filming was going on, but he still had
Helen Hunt and Ally Sheedy available.  He took them to dinner together and
told them a little -- but only a little -- about Jennifer's weight loss
regimen, and Helen and Ally got jealous that Spelling had spent so much
time with her.  The two sluts almost begged him to take them to bed, so he
did, but only after he had them strip and dance naked for him in his
bedroom.  They dropped to their knees and asked to suck his cock, so he let
them take turns fellating him while they played with each other's breasts.
Ally was already painfully skinny, but Helen had some meat on her bones,
and Spelling had them lay down side by side on his bed so he could take
turns screwing them, enjoying the contrast between Ally's skinny body and
Helen's nice curves.  Both girls had small tits, but Ally's boobs looked
like empty wallets hanging off her chest, and Spelling made her cry when he
told her how ugly her breasts were.  He told her she should get implants,
and offered to pay for them if she would get really big ones that would
make her 32GGG or bigger, but the bitch refused, so all he did was fuck her
as many times as he could.  He liked to lean over and kiss Helen and rub
her tits and tell her how pretty she was while he was fucking Ally,
ignoring Ally completely except for his cock pistoning in her cunt.

   Spelling really enjoyed producing "Melrose Place" in the early 1990s
because he had four beautiful young actresses available to him -- Heather
Locklear, Courtney Thorne-Smith, Daphne Zuniga, and Laura Leighton.  He let
the jealousies run rampant among the little sluts, and they were all
competing for his favor so they could get more screen time.  One Saturday
night he took all four girls down to Wilshire Blvd.  and had them line up
in a wide doorway to a shop that was closed.  There wasn't much traffic in
that block, so he told them to strip and give him their clothes, but he
told them to keep their high heels on.  When they were naked, he dropped
their clothes in a dumpster at the corner, then started flagging passing
cars.  The doorway was in the shadows, but each time a car stopped,
Spelling would motion to the girls to step out in the light so the people
in the car could see them, and soon he had thirty people lined up -- both
men and women -- to have sex with the girls.  The men mostly got blowjobs,
sometimes from all four girls, moving down the line so each girl had a
chance to suck the cock.  Daphne and Heather got fucked standing up, and
Courtney and Laura had to turn around and bend over so two men could fuck
them in the ass.  Spelling kept flagging down cars for more than four
hours, telling the people there were some TV actresses giving free
blowjobs, and when he finally called a halt, the girls were all sweaty and
had globs of sperm all over them.  Spelling made them get down on their
knees side by side, and he washed them off by pissing on them, moving down
the line so each girl got a big splash of urine in her face and on her
breasts.

   Spelling got tired of the actresses on "Melrose Place" after a few
years, and he turned to his other hot series of the 1990s, "Beverly Hills
90210," for some fresh meat.  "90210" had actually started two years before
"Melrose Place," but Spelling was having too much fun to pay any attention
to the girls on "90210" until the mid-90s.  He had wanted Shannen Doherty
from the time he first saw her -- which was not on "90210," but almost ten
years earlier when she had a small role as a child actress on "Little House
on the Prairie" for three years.  Spelling had visited Michael Landon on
the set in 1984, the last year Shannen appeared on the series, and he was
entranced with the 14-year-old girl.  He tried to set up something with
her, but her parents kept her under tight control, so Spelling had to wait.
In 1993 Shannen was 23, a slim little hottie on "90210," and Spelling had
taken her aside one day and told her how much he could help her career --
if she was willing to submit to him.  Shannen got on her high horse and
called him an old fart, and that was the end of that -- until "Charmed"
came along.  So Spelling started working on the other actresses in "90210,"
beginning with Jennie Garth, and moving on to Tiffani-Amber Thiessen before
he settled in with Laura Leighton for several years.  While he was keeping
Laura as his mistress, Spelling also had occasional sex with his own
daughter, Tori.  She was an ugly little bitch with a face like a horse, but
she was a good fuck, and she didn't have any inhibitions about letting her
father screw her.  Laura enjoyed having sex with father and daughter at the
same time -- she would stand with her legs apart while Spelling fucked her
and Tori sat on the floor licking Laura's ass, or sometimes Tori would lay
down on the floor while Laura squatted over her face, and Tori would eat
Laura's cunt while he gave Spelling a blowjob.  Laura especially liked to
watch while Spelling fucked his daughter -- Laura would lay in bed beside
Tori and hold her hand and whisper in her ear all the time her father was
screwing her.  "How does his cock feel in your pussy?  Do you like it when
he plays with your tits while he fucks you?  Do you love your Daddy?  Are
you a good little girl, Tori?" Laura always masturbated while she watched
Tori servicing her father, sometimes sucking Tori's nipples or kissing her
while her father fucked her, and both girls had a lot of orgasms in that
bed.

   CHAPTER 20: Holly Gets a Bad Surprise

   Holly's breathing finally slowed down after Spelling finished fucking
her ass, and she looked up at him gratefully.  She thought she had helped
him through some troubles he was having, and she had loved everything he
did to her.  She slowly raised her hips, letting his softening cock slide
out of her asshole, gasping as the head of the cock slipped past her anal
sphincter and it finally contracted to its normal shape and size.  She
stood up unsteadily, her body still covered with sweat from all the work
she did getting him to cum, her legs trembling and shaking.  She felt the
warm cum starting to leak out of her anus -- her sphincter was still
distended from having the cock in her ass for so long -- and just as she
wondered what to do about it, Spelling handed her a small bowl.  "Just let
it drain into this bowl, angel," he said with a small smile.  Holly took
the bowl gratefully, and put it down on the floor and squatted over it so
her asshole was just above it.  She strained a little, and some slurpy
gassy sounds erupted from her ass as she farted out some sperm.  She was
embarrassed at the sounds she was making, but she kept straining until all
the semen had flowed out of her bowels into the bowl.  She stood up and
looked at it, a lot of creamy white jism that had some brown streaks from
the shit in her bowels.  She bent down to pick it up -- but a voice behind
her made her freeze in place.  Vincent had entered the room, and he said,
"Just leave it there for the moment, pussy -- we'll have a use for it in a
little while." Holly whirled around and saw Vincent standing there
grinning, and when she looked at Spelling, he was grinning even more. 
Suddenly she felt very naked, and she covered her breasts with one arm
while her other hand went between her legs to cover her pussy.

   Vincent came over and sat down on the sofa beside Spelling.  The two men
looked at Holly, and she felt like they could see her genitals even though
she had them covered with her arms.  She sank into a squatting position,
instinctively trying to protect herself, her arms hugging her bare body
desperately.  The way the men were looking at her body, Holly felt like she
was being stripped right in front of them -- their eyes roamed over her
breasts and her pussy and her legs, and she felt more naked than she ever
had in her life, like everything she had was hanging out and there was
nothing she could do to hide her private parts from their wolf-like eyes.
She tried to shrink herself, to fold her body in on itself and disappear,
but she couldn't do it, and she felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks,
from humiliation and embarrassment and anger and fear of what was going to
happen next.  Spelling told her to stand up, and she slowly obeyed, not
knowing what else to do.  She still had her arms over her breasts and her
pussy, and Spelling told her to stand up straight, with her arms at her
sides.  Holly obeyed, lowering her head in shame as she stood there under
the eyes of these two bastards.  Vincent said to her, "Did you know you
making a video today?" Holly's head jerked up and she stared at him, and he
laughed.  "Sure, there's a little hole between the books over there, just
big enough for a video camera.  I got some great shots of you sucking off
old Aaron, and even better shots of him fucking you in the ass.  You are
one HOT little bitch -- do you have any idea how much we can get for this
video?  In a week it'll be all over the streets in every big city in Europe
and Asia, and guys will be looking at you while they masturbate -- you like
that, pussy?  Pity we can't see it here in the states -- at least not while
the series is on -- but after that, who knows?  Porno theatres always need
new stuff, and we can bill you as a Holly look-alike, and a million more
guys will get to watch you getting ass-fucked and loving it." Holly was
crying, shifting her bare feet back and forth, wishing she could die.

   Spelling told her to come closer, and Holly took a few steps so she was
standing only a few feet in front of the sofa.  She saw Spelling looking at
her groin and smiling, and she realized he was looking at the tampon string
hanging out of her slit.  She instinctively covered her pussy with her
hands, and Spelling laughed out loud.  She glared at him and brought one
arm up to cover her breasts, and that made Vincent laugh.  Spelling asked,
"Didn't Shannen tell you about my little game?" Holly had no idea what he
was talking about, and told him so.  Spelling, eyeing her like she was a
piece of meat, told her, "I have a little thing I like my girls to do for
me.  Are you my girl, angel?" Holly frowned and shook her head, but he
continued, "Oh, I think you are -- unless you want your mom to find a copy
of that video in her mailbox tomorrow morning.  Think she'd enjoy seeing
you acting like a whore?" Holly felt the tears welling up in her eyes, but
she couldn't stop them, any more than she could stop her face reddening
with deep embarrassment at the thought of her mom seeing her with Spelling,
seeing what a dirty little slut she was.  Lauralei had always wanted the
best for Holly, and Holly couldn't stand to think of the look of
disappointment and shame on her mom's face while she watched her daughter
mounting Spelling's cock, letting him fuck her in the ass after she spent a
long time sucking his cock.  Holly knew she would do anything these men
told her, and she wiped the tears off her cheeks and prepared for the
worst.

   Spelling gestured at a large flat-panel TV on the wall behind him. 
"Take a look at this, angel -- my guy Duke started taping my girls a long
time ago." Vincent laughed, then turned so he could see the screen as
Spelling picked up a remote control from the coffee table and pushed a
button.  The screen flickered for a moment -- and then Holly was looking at
Shannen, but a much younger Shannen, standing in the same room Holly was in
now.  The date stamp at the bottom said 1993, which was about two years
after Holly met Shannen for the first time.  Shannen looked so tiny,
standing in the library with Spelling.  Then Holly saw another girl come
into the picture, and realized it was Laura Leighton.  Holly knew Laura
from seeing her on "Melrose Place," but had never met her.  Holly watched
the screen as Laura started taking off her clothes, and she could see
Shannen's reaction -- startled and nervous.  When Laura was naked, she
spread her legs a little -- and Holly saw the tampon string hanging out of
her slit.  That's when Holly really started to get nervous.  What in the
world did Spelling have in mind?  It couldn't be a coincidence that Holly
was having her period, just like Laura on the videotape, and Holly got a
sick feeling in her stomach.  She remembered Shannen telling her that
Spelling had propositioned her a few years ago, but Shannen never told her
any details, just laughed and said the thought of getting into bed with an
old man like that was enough to make her sick.  Holly felt the same way,
and her stomach lurched as she saw Laura, on the TV screen, put her hands
down between her legs.  She used one hand to spread her pussy lips apart as
she slowly pulled out her tampon with her other hand, squatting a little as
she did it.  The bloody tampon emerged from her slit and swung on its
string as Laura held it up like a trophy and smiled lewdly.  She licked her
lips, then opened her mouth and held the dirty tampon up above her head. 
She tilted her head back and stuck out her tongue, then started to lower
the tampon toward her mouth.  Holly groaned, breathing fast and wishing she
was somewhere else -- anywhere else -- but she couldn't take her eyes off
the screen.  Laura's long auburn hair was shining and beautiful as she
moved the tampon lower, and then the tip of it made contact with her
tongue. Holly shuddered with disgust, her lips twisting and pulling back
from her teeth so she looked like a raging animal.  On the screen, Laura
was moving her tongue teasingly along the length of the used tampon,
getting a little of her menstrual blood on her tongue, and Holly felt her
stomach tighten up.  She was afraid she might vomit, but at the same time
she was fascinated by what she was seeing.  She had never seen a girl act
so dirty and perverted, and there was Spelling on the screen with her,
watching every move she made and smiling while she did it.  Holly looked at
the real Spelling sitting on the sofa, and his eyes were bright little
points of light as he watched what Laura was doing on the TV screen.

   Holly watched as Laura lay the bloody tampon on her tongue and held it
there for a moment, then slowly brought her tongue back into her mouth and
closed it around the tampon.  Now the tampon string was hanging out of her
mouth, and her eyes were wide open as she started to move her tongue. 
Holly could see Laura's cheeks moving, and then they caved in as Laura
sucked on the tampon, closing her eyes in apparent pleasure as her own
menstrual blood oozed out of the tampon into her mouth.  She raised her
head a little, exposing her throat -- and then she swallowed, and Holly
felt her stomach heave strongly.  Laura had swallowed her own menstrual
blood!  Holly had never seen anything like that -- god, how could a girl DO
something like that?!  It was so sickening, Holly felt dizzy, and she bent
forward and put her hands on her knees to steady herself.  But she kept her
eyes on the TV screen, fascinated by the filthy spectacle.  Now Laura was
rolling the tampon around in her mouth, opening her mouth a little so she
could bite down gently on the tampon and force more of her menstrual blood
out of it.  She kept swallowing the blood as fast as it oozed out of the
tampon, and Holly kept feeling sicker and sicker.  Finally Laura puckered
her lips and took the tampon string in her hand and started to pull it out
of her mouth.  Her lips were wrapped tightly around the tampon as it
started to emerge from her warm mouth, and most of the blood had been
sucked out of it.  It was a medium red, not the bright red it was when
Laura put it in her mouth.  The tampon popped out of her mouth and dangled
on the string, and Laura held it beside her face and smiled, bouncing it up
and down a little.  She was wearing a thin gold necklace, and she reached
up and tied the tampon string around the necklace so she could wear the
dirty tampon like a fashion accessory.  She smiled again, moving her arms
like she was modeling the necklace, pointing at it with her fingers like
she was doing a commercial.

   CHAPTER 21: Holly Puts on a Show

   Holly saw Shannen on the screen now, listening to something Spelling was
saying, then screaming at him and running out of the room.  The screen went
blank, and Spelling hit the Stop button.  "Shannen didn't like the little
show Laura put on, but I'm sure you enjoyed it a lot, right, angel?" Holly
closed her eyes, then opened them and glared at Spelling.  "That's the
dirtiest thing I've ever seen, asshole.  If you think I'm going to do
something like that, you can take your thoughts and shove them up your ass.
You're a filthy little man." Spelling looked at Vincent -- and both of the
men burst into laughter.  Spelling's laughter finally tapered off, and he
looked at Holly.  "You just don't listen, do you, pussy?  Remember what
Duke said about sending your little porno video to your mother?  Well, we
could also do that if you think my little game of `Sucking the Cherry
Popsicle' is just not what you prefer to do.  We certainly don't want to
offend your delicate sensibilities, oh no we don't, do we, Duke?" He looked
at Vincent, and both men burst out laughing again.  Vincent was still
laughing as he said, "Ever seen a bitch as stupid as this one, Aaron?"
Spelling turned his head and made a show of staring hard at Holly, then
turned back to Vincent and said seriously, "I think her brain's in her
cunt, and her cunt is so tight, all those cocks squeezed her brain down to
the size of a walnut." Both men roared with laughter again, and Holly felt
more tears running down her cheeks.

   Holly suddenly realized that these two assholes weren't going to let her
out of that room unless she did what they wanted, and it she refused, her
mother would see the tape -- and Holly just couldn't let that happen.  At
that moment, if she had a gun or a knife, she thought she would actually
use it.  Her face was contorted with anger and frustration and despair, and
she couldn't stop crying, which just made her more angry.  She brusquely
wiped her cheeks with her hands, not wanting the bastards to see her
crying. Her face felt hot and she knew it must be flushed deep red from her
rage at these slimy old men, but she kept coming back to the same point --
there was nothing she could do to stop this.  She was trapped like an
animal, and that's what the two dicks on the sofa thought she was.  She
stared hard at Spelling for a moment, visualizing herself plunging a knife
into his throat, and then she put her arms down at her sides.  "All right,
assholes, tell me what you want.  I just want to get done with this filth
and get out of here."

   Spelling raised his hand and pointed at her groin.  "You saw what we
want, pussy -- just do what you saw that little whore doing on the TV. 
Pull out your tampon, nice and slow, then stick it in your slutty little
mouth and suck on it.  You act like a whore, you get treated like a whore.
This is what whores do, so you might as well get used to it.  Don't you
know why you call your period a `curse'?  Because that's what it is.  God
hates every woman, so He didn't give her a penis, just an empty hole
between her legs -- and every month He reminds her how worthless she is by
making her bleed for a few days.  That blood is your dead baby being
flushed out of your body, and your vagina is the toilet.  Every month God
reminds you that you missed another chance to let a man fuck you and get
you pregnant, and you go through a week of pain and depression and bleeding
to help you remember to get out there and spread your legs and beg some man
to screw you before it all happens again next month.  I figure, as long as
you've got all this blood running out of your twat, you might as well do
something with it -- put on a little show for me and Duke.  We like to
watch whores showing just how stupid and dirty they are, and you seem to be
as bad as the rest.  Go on, show me how much you like the taste of that
scummy mess that comes out of your cunt."

   Holly felt totally degraded, and she knew she was crying again but she
couldn't stop.  She decided to try to get it over with as fast as she
could. She spread her legs apart and used her left hand to spread her pussy
lips apart while she took the tampon string in her right hand and started
to pull it out.  She wanted to do it fast, but it hurt when she tried to
pull too fast, so she went slow.  She felt the tampon break away from the
crusted blood that held it in place in her vagina, and it started to slide
out of her body.  The crusty edges of the tampon scraped the walls of
Holly's vagina as it came out, and it hurt a little, just as it always did.
As the mass of the tampon started to emerge from her slit, Spelling told
her to stop.  She looked up at him with her face blank -- all the emotion
had been leached out of this perverted little charade -- and he said,
"Dance for us -- show us what a sexy girl you are with a used tampon
hanging out of your pussy." Holly didn't even try to say anything because
she knew it would be useless.  She just started moving her body to the
silent music, bending her legs, wrapping her arms around herself, opening
her mouth and licking her lips sensuously.  She felt the bulk of the tampon
blocking the entrance to her vagina, and she felt the tampon string
brushing against her thighs as she danced for the men.  Then Spelling
motioned to her dismissively, and she stopped dancing and looked at the men
for a moment, then put her hand down between her legs and slowly pulled the
tampon out of her pussy.  It swung free, and Holly held it up beside her
face and bounced it around a little, like it was a toy.  She could smell it
now, the musky sweet/sour odor of her vagina, smelling a little like dead
fish because she was having her period.  She always smelled bad at her time
of the month, and she douched every time she changed her tampon, but she
could still smell her messy cunt the whole time she was menstruating.  It
had always made her feel dirty and diseased, and now she wondered if
Spelling might not be right -- God hated women and cursed them to bleed
every month to remind them what dirty, filthy animals they were...  and she
was.

   Holly looked at Spelling, and he put one finger in his mouth and sucked
on it noisily as he moved it in and out of his mouth, and she knew he
wanted her to put the tampon in her mouth.  She really didn't want to do it
-- just the thought of it made her sick -- but she knew what would happen
if she refused.  She brought the tampon closer to her mouth, and suddenly
the horrible fishy odor filled her nostrils and she felt her stomach lurch
heavily.  She almost vomited then, but she kept swallowing as fast as she
could, and she got it under control.  Her face felt cold and clammy, and
she felt the sweat dripping off her cheeks as she held the tampon near her
lips.  She could see the bright red blood glistening on the outside, and
she knew the whole tampon was sopping wet with it.  There were little
crusty places where the blood had clotted inside her vagina before she
pulled the tampon out, and the crusts were a darker red, almost black in
places.  How could she EVER put this filthy thing in her MOUTH?!  Her lips
twisted in disgust, then trembled as she started to cry quietly.  She
slowly parted her lips, like she was about to suck a man's cock, and then
she put the tip of the tampon inside her mouth.  It rested on her tongue
for a moment, and then she closed her lips around the shaft of the tampon.
Oh god, it felt so warm and wet -- and awful!  Half of the shaft was still
outside her mouth, and she slowly pushed on the base of the tampon, forcing
more of it into her mouth -- and some of the menstrual blood in the tampon
got squeezed out and ran down her chin.  Holly could feel the blood
dripping down onto her breasts, and she shuddered with disgust, but at
least the whole tampon was in her mouth now.  She used both hands to point
at her mouth, showing the men that she had done what they said.  The tampon
string was hanging out of her mouth, making her mouth look like a cunt. 
She could see the men looking at her like she was the lowest whore in the
world, and she felt totally degraded at that moment.

   Spelling told her, "Good girl -- now suck the tampon like it was a nice
big cock.  Suck all the menstrual blood out of it and hold it in your
mouth. Use your tongue to get every drop of blood out of it.  Suck it,
pussy -- chew on it!" He and Vincent were laughing at her, talking about
her body and how stupid she was.  Spelling told her, "Now slide the tampon
out of your mouth, but don't let any of your blood leak out." Holly did as
she was told, pulling on the tampon string and keeping her lips wrapped
tight around it as it emerged from her mouth.  It popped out, and Holly
held it up so the men could see it.  Spelling told her, "Open your mouth so
we can see the blood, pussy." Holly glared at him, slowly tilting her head
back as she opened her mouth a little, hoping none of the blood would leak
out.  Spelling told her to swallow it, and Holly closed her mouth and
closed her eyes and grimaced as she swallowed.  It was the most awful thing
she had ever done, and she thought it was going to come right back up --
she could feel her stomach lurch, and she knew she was going to vomit up
the blood.  But she breathed deeply, opening her mouth and breathing
through her mouth so she wouldn't smell the tampon, and she managed to
avoid vomiting.  Spelling said to her, "Hold up your tampon so we can see
how good you cleaned it with your mouth," and Holly raised the tampon,
holding it by its string.  It was a pale pink color now, and most of the
blood was gone.  Holly felt sick just looking at it, and the expression on
her face reflected how bad she felt -- and Spelling noticed it.  "You need
something to drink, angel?  Get that bad taste out of your mouth?" Holly
looked at him for a long moment, then nodded -- and Spelling pointed at the
bowl on the floor.  "That's why we saved the cum that ran out of your ass,
honey -- you can use it to wash the blood out of your mouth."

   CHAPTER 22: Holly Cleans her Mouth

   Holly stared at him, not really believing what he was telling her to do.
She shook her head, frowning at him, but he told her, "Oh, you'll do it,
pussy, or you know what will happen next." Holly groaned miserably, cursing
the old bastard under her breath, but she knew she had to do it, so she
bent down and picked up the bowl.  The thick globs of sperm were a little
watery now, and the brown streaks from the shit in Holly's ass were very
noticeable.  How could she DRINK this crap?!  She was afraid she was going
to vomit just from the thought of having it in her mouth, but the taste of
her own menstrual blood was worse -- so she lifted the bowl to her lips and
took in a mouthful.  She swished it around as hard as she could, then
quickly swallowed it, and she could hear the two men laughing at her. 
Vincent said to Spelling, "Nothing too dirty for this little bitch," and
Spelling replied, "Not sure I'd want to stick my cock in her mouth now."
Holly glared at them, but she needed to clean her mouth some more, so she
took a big mouthful of semen and swished it around and swallowed it.  She
could smell her own ass mixed with the sweet/sour odor of the decaying
sperm, and the smell was enough to make her want to vomit, so she breathed
through her mouth when she wasn't drinking from the bowl.  It took two more
mouthfuls to drain the bowl, and after she swallowed the last drop of cum,
she dropped the bowl on the carpet.

   Spelling told her she was a good girl, and Holly turned to go, but
Spelling stopped her with his voice.  "Just one more little thing,
angel..." Holly spun around, her anger showing on her face as she glared at
the men.  Spelling said, "Do one more little thing for us, angel -- stick
the tampon up your ass, then you can go." Holly's mouth gaped open as she
stared at them -- did they spend every day thinking up dirty things for
girls to do?!  She was tempted to just turn and run, but she knew she
couldn't do that -- so she started to bend over, but Spelling told her,
"No, turn around so we can watch you take it in the ass," and he and
Vincent roared with laughter.  Holly turned around and bent forward,
spreading her legs as she brought the dirty tampon around behind her.  She
pulled one buttock open as she inserted the tampon in her ass crack,
pushing it in until the shaft disappeared into her rectum.  The tampon
string was hanging out of her ass, and Spelling told her to leave it there
until she got home.  But she was still having her period, and she needed to
insert another tampon in her vagina.  She asked Spelling if that was OK,
and h told her to go ahead.  She turned away from him and Vincent -- but
this time Spelling told her to face him, so he could watch her insert the
tampon.  Holly looked at him with anger and frustration, but went ahead and
took a new tampon from her purse and unwrapped it, then spread her legs and
inserted it in her pussy.  Now she had tampon strings hanging out of both
of her holes.  But at least she could go home now.

   She started to put her clothes on, but Spelling stopped her again, and
Holly yelled at him desperately, "What?!  What now, asshole?" Spelling
grinned and tossed some things over to her.  It was a narrow tube top and a
very short skirt, both bright red.  Spelling told her, "You can wear this
to go home, pussy -- show the men what you've got under there." He and
Vincent laughed again, then Spelling continued, "By the way, we took your
car keys out of your purse.  One of my staff has driven your car back to
your house -- you can take the bus." He threw some quarters on the carpet,
and they rolled every which way.  Holly glared at him.  Did he really
expect her to take the BUS?!  Wearing THIS stuff??  She put on the tube top
and the skirt, realizing it was a microskirt, and a skimpy one at that --
it was more like a wide strip of red cloth that barely covered her ass in
back and her pussy in the front.  It was so short, the strings from her two
tampons were hanging down so they could be seen, front and back, and Holly
told Spelling she couldn't wear it.  Spelling just looked at her, grinning,
and Holly felt her face flushing with anger.  She told him, "I need some
shoes," and Spelling tossed a pair to her -- red ankle strap pumps with
5-inch heels!  They were fetish shoes, not meant to be walked in, but Holly
knew it wouldn't do any good to protest.  She slipped the shoes on and
buckled the ankle straps, then stood there, trying to keep her balance as
she teetered in the extreme high heels.  Spelling and Vincent burst out
laughing at her again, and Vincent said to her, "Now you're a pretty girl
-- maybe you can earn some extra cash waiting for the bus, take some guys
down an alley and show them what you do best." Spelling laughed louder, but
Holly just glared at them, then finally got out of that room.

   CHAPTER 23: Holly Takes the Bus

   Holly had to walk about half a mile to find a bus stop, and after 50
yards her feet and ankles were aching.  People were looking at her, and she
knew they could see her ass and her pussy peeking out from under her short
skirt.  She kept stumbling in the high heels -- they had long pointed toes
that made it even harder to walk in them.  Some people pointed at her, and
she knew they could see the tampon strings between her legs, and she wanted
to just die.  She had to wait half an hour for a bus, and then when she was
climbing the steps, she could see the driver looking up her skirt -- her
pussy was totally exposed, with the tampon string hanging out of her slit.
The driver was grinning as she paid her fare, and then she had to walk
almost to the back of the bus to find a seat, with everybody looking at
her. The skirt was so short, it rode up so almost her whole pussy was
visible, and the bottom half of her ass was hanging out in back, with the
damn tampon string dangling out of her ass crack.  After she sat down, she
decided to ignore Spelling's order to leave it in her ass til she got home.
She raised her hips a little and put one hand between her legs and found
the string coming out of her ass, and she pulled out the tampon and dropped
it on the floor of the bus.  It had brown streaks on it, from the shit in
her ass, and she knew she shouldn't just throw it on the floor, but she
couldn't think about that now.  She had to get home.  She had asked the
driver which bus to take, and now the bus was at her transfer point.  She
stood up and started toward the front of the bus, but after two steps she
stumbled in the high heels and fell to the floor.  All her quarters went
flying as she tried to catch herself, and her skirt rode up around her
waist.  She struggled to get up fast, but the damn shoes kept slipping on
the floor of the bus, and she fell again.  She could hear people laughing
at her, and she realized she was naked below the waist, so she pulled her
skirt down and tried again to stand up.  This time she made it, but then
she had to pick up her quarters off the floor, and everybody got a good
view of her pussy and her ass while she was bending over.  She was starting
to cry by the time she finished picking up the quarters and hurried to get
off the bus.

   Holly had to wait an hour for her second bus, and four different men
propositioned her while she was standing at the bus stop.  They thought she
was a street whore, dressed like she was, with her ass and cunt showing
under her short skirt, and one of the men recognized her from "Charmed" and
begged her to let him fuck her.  Holly was mortified, and finally agreed to
kiss him if he would leave her alone -- and then pulled down her tube top
and grabbed her tits while he was kissing her.  She slapped him, and he
laughed at her as he went away.  Finally her bus came, and after another
hour she got off.  She was still half a mile from her house, and she fell
down twice while she tried to walk in the slut shoes Spelling had made her
wear.  The last time she fell, the heel broke off her left shoe, and she
had to walk the rest of the way in one shoe, walking on the tiptoes of her
left foot.  Her ankles were burning with pain, and she was almost home when
one last embarrassment struck -- a tour bus showing people celebrities'
houses was parked on her street, and it was between her and her house. 
Damn, damn, damn!  The bus was parked two houses down from Holly's, and
there was no way to get to her house without going about ten blocks around.
She decided she would just have to go ahead, so she put her head down and
walked down the sidewalk as fast as she could with her broken heel.  But
she didn't even make it past the bus before someone recognized her and
called out her name, and then everybody on the bus was staring at her and
taking pictures.  She started to cry, and that blurred her vision -- and
she stumbled in the damn shoes and fell down on the sidewalk, scraping her
knees bad enough to make her yelp in pain.  As she fell, her microskirt
again rode up around her waist, exposing her pussy and her ass completely
-- and as she tried to use her hands to break her fall, her fingers caught
on her tube top and jerked it down around her waist, so her breasts were
hanging out.  Holly had never felt so totally exhausted and frustrated and
ashamed, and she just sat there for a moment, crying, but then two men got
off the bus and came running over to help.  They got her back on her feet,
and she quickly pulled her tube top up so it covered her breasts, and
jerked her skirt down to it at least covered some of her pussy and her ass.
She thanked the men, trying not to sound as upset as she was -- they must
have wondered where she was coming from and what she had been doing,
dressed like a street whore.  She hurried on into her house, and finally
was able to close out the world.

   CHAPTER 24: Back to Normal, or Something Like That

   Holly went over to Shannen's house as soon as she got back from Canada,
and told her about the whole horrible day at Spelling's house.  Shannen
told Holly how much she appreciated her efforts to get her back on
"Charmed," but now she wouldn't go back for anything -- not after the way
those bastards treated Holly.  Shannen told her to just keep demanding more
money each season, and Holly did that for the next two years.  She still
saw Shannen whenever she could, but with Shannen off the series and working
on other projects, they couldn't get together as much as they wanted.

   In the last episode of the fourth season of "Charmed," Holly's character
Piper became pregnant, and when filming for Season 5 started in July 2002,
Holly had to wear a prosthetic to simulate her pregnancy.  The "baby bumps"
got bigger with each episode, as the growth of her baby progressed in the
storyline, and in December 2002 she filmed Episode 15 for the season, where
Piper gave birth to her son Wyatt.  Holly found herself wondering what a
real pregnancy would be like, and she talked to her boyfriend, David
Donoho, about it.  She had been living with him for about a year, and she
really loved him, but neither of them was sure they wanted a baby yet. 
Holly was crazy about David, and the sex was unbelievable for her.  She had
always had multiple orgasms when she was being fucked, even by her father
and stepfather, but with David it was a whole different experience.  He
could make her cum just by touching her breasts, caressing her nipples so
gently that she couldn't be sure where his fingers were, then she would
suddenly explode with an orgasm that started in her nipples and shot
through her whole body.  When he penetrated her, she had an orgasm every
few seconds -- the slightest movement of his cock in her pussy drove her
over the edge, so by the time he was ready to cum, Holly was breathless
from so many powerful orgasms ripping through her body.  While she was
laying there with her legs spread and David's erection inside her, she felt
like she would do anything for him.  She felt like he owned her body, and
the feeling of submission was unlike any feeling she ever felt before, with
any man.  At those moments she worshipped his beautiful big cock, and she
wanted to open her body completely, offering every hole she had, spreading
her legs and her arms and her pussy, wanting him to fill her body with
every inch of his precious cock.

   Filming for Season 5 of "Charmed" ended in March 2003, and Holly and
David spent a week at home enjoying the peace and quiet -- no trips to the
studio, no endless retakes, just some time together.  The first day they
spent a lot of time sleeping, and early in the morning on the second day,
Holly was awakened by David sliding her down to the middle of the bed, so
her head was near his groin.  She looked up at him, barely awake, and he
said, "Suck me." There was an urgency in his voice, but she started to tell
him how sleepy she was -- and he took her head in both hands, gently, and
moved her closer to his crotch.  "I need it so much, angel...  just do it
for me, please..." Holly felt her pussy starting to lubricate, and she
smiled a little as she parted her lips and took his cock in her mouth.  It
was half hard, and she used her tongue to bring him to full erection in
less than a minute.  But then something happened that had never happened
between them -- David held Holly by her ears and forced her head down on
his erection until she gagged.  She coughed and tried to pull back, but he
held her in place as she struggled to get loose.  She glared up at him
angrily -- but then he said forcefully, "Show me how much you love me."
Holly stopped struggling as she realized he had never said anything like
that to her.  He was asking her to prove her love for him, and she was
flooded with a huge desire to please him.  He seemed to doubt her love, and
he had done so much for so long to make her so happy, she didn't hesitate
to respond, wanting him to be sure that she loved him completely.

   CHAPTER 25: Holly's Submission

   Holly opened her mouth wide and took David's erection in her mouth,
bending lower until the head of his cock touched the back of her throat. 
Several inches of his big cock were still outside her mouth, and she tried
to force her head down more, but she started to gag again.  She took a deep
breath, then tried something Shannen had told her -- making swallowing
motions in her throat as she put her head down on the cock.  She started to
gag again -- but then, amazingly, the head of the cock entered her throat.
She kept swallowing as she leaned lower, taking more of the cock in her
mouth, and she was thrilled when she felt her lips brush against David's
pubic hair -- she had his whole cock in her mouth!  Her throat felt like
she had swallowed a baseball bat, and her neck was bulging where the cock
meat filled the upper part of her throat.  She pulled back an inch or two,
letting her throat close a little, then drove her head down on the cock
again, swallowing as the head of the cock caused her throat to expand.  By
consciously opening her throat, she could control her gag reflex, and the
pressure of the cock at the back of her throat produced very thick saliva
that was more like snot, the mucus found in the nasal passages.  This thick
saliva lubricated the cock and made it easier for her to take it down her
throat.  He was starting to thrust now, like her mouth was a cunt and he
was fucking her, and she found she could take the full length of the cock
on every stroke as long as she consciously opened her throat and swallowed
as he thrust into her.  Thinking of her mouth as another cunt inflamed
Holly's mind, and she had an orgasm as she thought about having a cunt on
her face, with pussy lips that were horizontal.  She felt the thick saliva
deep in her throat, and when she thought of the saliva as vaginal
secretions, her mind exploded and she had another massive orgasm.  She felt
like her whole body was wrapped around the cock, clinging to it,
worshipping it, wanting it to stay inside her body forever.  She felt the
awesome power of the cock as it pulsated in her throat, filling her like
nothing else ever had, like no man ever had, and she forced her head down
on it, kissing David's pubic hair as she wrapped her lips around the base
of his cock.  She could feel his testicles against her chin, and she
nuzzled her face into his groin, luxuriating in the feeling of total
submission.

   Holly belonged to David now -- everything she had, every part of her
body, every thought in her mind belonged to him.  She felt like he owned
her, and she had never been so proud of anything in her life.  She felt
another orgasm start as he gave her a little thrust with his cock, and she
exploded again, gasping for breath, whimpering softly as every nerve in her
body seemed to catch on fire.  Her pussy was creaming like mad, and she
could feel her warm, sticky vaginal secretions oozing out and staining the
sheets between her legs.  The full length of the cock was deep in her mouth
and her throat, but as she raised her head a little, she said "I love
you... oh god I love you" around the cock.  Her voice was muffled, but she
knew David heard her because he took her head in his hands and caressed her
ears gently -- and then he forced her head down on his cock again, and
Holly opened her throat to receive the cock meat gratefully.  Her lips were
buried in his pubic hair at the bottom of each stroke, and she started
kissing the base of the cock, moving her lips around a little each time her
face nuzzled his groin.  His cock stiffened in her mouth, and he thrust
into her a little more forcefully, loving the feeling of her mouth and
tongue and throat covering every inch of his cock.  Then Holly moved her
hands up between his legs and started to caress his scrotum.  Her hands
were so small and delicate, and his testicles were so big, she couldn't
hold both of his balls in one hand, so she took one ball in each hand and
started to massage them as he fucked her mouth.  David groaned with
pleasure, and his thrusts became more urgent.  Holly felt his cock
throbbing as it got even harder, and she had another orgasm as the stiff
cock meat moved inside her mouth.  She knew he needed to cum soon, and she
wanted every drop of his precious sperm.  She always loved to suck him off
and swallow the cum because his semen tasted like so sweet -- it was thick
and creamy and tasted like vanilla ice cream, but with a little musky,
salty flavor that just drove her wild.

   Holly forced her head down again, deep-throating David's big cock and
nuzzling her lips in his pubic hair while she gently squeezed his testicles
with her hands, trying to milk more sperm out of them so he could spurt it
into her mouth.  She drew her head back so about half of his cock was out
of her mouth, then drove her head down, feeling the length of his cock
slide across her tongue, feeling the head of the cock bulging in her throat
as she made swallowing motions to take it all inside her.  David gripped
her head urgently and groaned a little, and Holly knew he was going to cum.
She drew her head back a little, not wanting the sperm to spurt directly
into her throat -- she wanted to taste it, so she needed it on her tongue.
The cock exploded, filling Holly's mouth with thick creamy sperm, and her
whole body quivered as she gratefully swallowed it.  More spurts followed,
again and again, and she swallowed the sweet jism as fast as she could. 
Now he wanted to penetrate her deeper, so she opened her throat and took
the whole cock in her mouth, her lips kissing the base of his cock as he
gave her little thrusts, spewing more semen into her throat.  She kept
gulping it down, her hands massaging his balls, milking more of his sperm
into her warm, willing mouth.  She pressed his testicles against her chin,
rolling them gently with her fingers, and she heard him groan as his cock
spurted a big gush of cum down her throat.  Holly had her whole face buried
in his groin, and the smell of him was driving her crazy.  Her orgasms had
started when he ejaculated, and she was having another one every few
seconds, gasping for breath as her body tingled all over.  She could feel
her nipples, hard as rocks, sticking out like little cocks, and every time
they brushed against David's thighs, another orgasm hit her erect nipples
and traveled down to her clit.  She felt like she was hooked up to an
electric wire, with the current jolting through her body, and she was
breathless with excitement.  She kept saying "I love you" around the cock
in her mouth, again and again, like a mantra, moaning as she swallowed more
mouthfuls of warm cum.

   David's ejaculation finally began to slow down, and that's when Holly
went to work with her mouth and her hands.  She pulled her head back a
little so the head of the cock was on her tongue, and she started sucking
as hard as she could, massaging David's testicles through his scrotum as
she sucked.  She was in a frenzy, desperate to get more of his sweet hot
jism into her mouth, and she milked his balls, rolling them in her fingers
as loud slurping sounds came from her mouth as her cheeks hollowed deeply.
She moved one hand to the shaft of the cock and masturbated it into her
mouth, milking it for every drop of semen she could get, swallowing it as
fast as it oozed out of the softening cock.  Finally it was over, and Holly
felt tears in her eyes as she realized there would be no more sperm for her
now.  She stopped sucking and just lay there with David's cock in her
mouth, stroking his balls very gently as she nuzzled his groin with her
face a little.  After a while, she raised her head the cock emerged, still
half hard.  Holly leaned down and kissed the head of the cock gratefully,
looking up at David as she said, "I love you so much, David...  thank you
for letting me suck you...  god, your cock is just the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen..." She went to sleep with the soft cock in her mouth, her
face buried in his groin.  and in a few hours she woke up and did the whole
thing again.

   CHAPTER 26: David Takes Advantage of Holly

   David had never had a woman submit to him so completely.  Most girls
hated to perform fellatio, and the ones that did usually spit out the cum
as soon as they could.  Holly really seemed to like the taste, and she
swallowed every drop.  And she was SO submissive -- the way she
deep-throated his cock drove him crazy.  It made his mind flare up, and
when he ejaculated he thought his brains were going to melt and shoot out
of his cock into Holly's mouth.  His balls ALREADY felt like they had
melted by the time he was ready to cum, the way Holly was massaging them.
He had never had sex with a girl who could suck like Holly, and when she
went to sleep with his cock in her mouth, her face nuzzling his groin, he
really couldn't believe she was doing something so intimate.  After they
slept for a few hours, he was awakened by Holly sucking his cock, and she
did a repeat performance, this time sucking even harder, like she was
desperate for his cum, and she got it -- every drop of it.  After she
swallowed his load, she curled up between his legs and stroked his
softening cock gently, kissing it and telling him how grateful she was that
he let her suck him off.

   David had always been ambitious, and he began to see an idea forming
here.  He had a girl who loved to suck cock, and who didn't mind proving
how much she loved him.  She was a famous actress on a national TV show,
young and beautiful -- and she was willing to do things for him to show him
how much she loved him.  It was the classic prostitute/pimp setup, but way
better because Holly was already a pre-sold commodity.  She wasn't just
some used-up whore with bad skin -- she was Piper Halliwell, and there were
men and boys all over the country that would pay a lot for the chance to be
with her.  And what they would get for their money wouldn't be an autograph
or a handshake -- they would get her face and her body, warm and willing
and eager to please, and they could do whatever they wanted with her.  All
David had to do was convince Holly that this arrangement would be a good
thing for both of them.  He would have to be careful, because she was a
smart little bitch sometimes.  He had never loved her, but she was an easy
lay, and when she offered herself to him shortly after they met on the set,
he didn't see any reason to refuse -- she had a nice face and a pretty good
body, though she tended to be a little overweight most of the time.  She
was a very short girl, only 5 feet 2, and any extra weight made her look
thick around her waist and upper arms.  To look good, she should weigh
around 105 pounds, just a bit below the actuarial standard of 110 for her
height, but Holly usually weighed between 120 and 130, and that made her
look chubby.  Her weight was one reason she didn't get many dates, and
David felt like he was doing her a favor by going out with her and taking
her to bed -- she didn't really look that good to him, but she had a pulse
and she had a tight cunt, so what the hell?  It was easy to convince her
that he loved her, and it didn't really surprise him when she deep-throated
his cock -- she was probably so grateful for attention from a man, she
would've done anything he asked her.

   The series was on hiatus for three months, so David booked a romantic
two-week vacation at San Ysidro Ranch in Montecito, and he and Holly had
been there a week when he decided to try out his spiel on her.  He started
off by letting her suck his cock in their bed for a while, then he looked
at her devilishly and suggested they move out onto their private balcony.
They were on the third floor, with a spectacular view of the valley and the
hills beyond, and Holly, after a moment of hesitation, smiled and said she
liked the idea.  They were both naked, and Holly peeked out from behind the
floor-to-ceiling curtains before she stepped outside.  It was almost dark,
nice and cool on the balcony, and David slipped out first, then Holly.  She
closed the curtains most of the way, so only a little light spilled out
onto the balcony, and turned to David.  He was standing beside the railing,
and he pulled her over to him, then pressed down on her shoulders, and she
smiled as she got down on her knees in front of him.  He told her to put
her hands on the floor, so she was only touching his cock with her mouth,
and as Holly obeyed, she realized this position made her feel more
submissive, like she was not worthy to touch the cock except with her
mouth. With David standing over her, she felt the enormous power of his
erection as she took it in her mouth.  He put one hand on her forehead and
shoved her head back a little, and his cock fell out of her mouth and
dangled in front of her.  She looked up at him, puzzled,, then realized he
was denying her what she wanted most -- his erection in her mouth.  She
leaned forward aggressively, and he held his cock by the base and slapped
her cheek with it.  Holly gasped in surprise, and tried again to take it in
her mouth, and again he slapped her face with his cock, harder this time.
She jerked her head forward and captured the head of the cock, and quickly
leaned forward and took most of it in her mouth, feeling like she had won
the game.  He let her suck it this time, thrusting his hips in rhythm with
her body movements.  Holly felt like she had won his love all over again,
and she was happy the way only a girl can be happy -- on her knees with a
big cock in her mouth.

   After Holly sucked for a while, she heard a noise, and she turned her
head to look at the balcony door -- and there was a man standing there! 
She started to scream, but David quickly put his arms around her and held
her protectively, and then she looked up at him and saw the smile on his
face.  "Holly, this is Tim -- he's a big fan of the show, and you're his
favorite actress in the world." Holly huddled in against David, trying to
hide her nakedness as Tim looked at her, smiling tentatively.  She glared
at David and snapped, "What is this?!  What are you doing?" David cuddled
her against him, symbolically protecting her, holding her tight.  He said
softly and soothingly, "Angel, I'm just so proud of you, of all that you've
accomplished -- you're so amazing!  When I met Tim down in the bar and told
him who wife is, he was dying to meet you.  Holly, I talked to this guy for
an hour, and I think he really was sincere when he told me how much he
likes and respects you.  So I gave him a key and told him to come up now.
He's a fan, angel, and you really need to keep the fans happy -- that's
what keeps the show on the air.  I told him I could get your autograph for
him, but he REALLY wanted to meet you in person -- he sort of broke down a
little and told me he's been in love with you ever since he first saw you
on `Picket Fences' and he begged me to introduce him to you." David leaned
down and lowered his voice even more.  "You know what would make his day?
If you let him touch you a little, I mean just some touching and kissing --
it would be SO great if you'd do that for him.  He's really got feelings
for you, angel, and hey, I can understand that." He put his lips to her ear
and whispered, "This is another way you can show me how much you love
me..." and he kissed her gently on her ear, making her quiver.

   CHAPTER 27: Holly Sucks While David Watches

   Holly wasn't sure what to do.  She loved David so much, but it was a
shock to see this guy standing there in the doorway.  Then again, what
David said about the fans was true, and she had done a load of publicity
appearances to keep the fans interested -- so how was this any different?
And she did feel like she should prove how much she loved David -- he was
so nice and kind to her, she felt like she owed him something.  So she
stood up slowly, disengaging her body from David's, and stepped over to Tim
and stood in front on him, very aware that she was completely naked.  She
reached out and took his hand and smiled slightly.  "Nice to meet you, Tim.
Do you like what you see?" She moved up against him and put her arms around
him, and he put his arms around her, making a little sound in his throat
that made her happy.  They hugged for a moment, then Holly stepped back and
looked up at him.  "Would you like to watch me with David?" Tim looked
awestruck, his mouth hanging open a little, and then he nodded quickly. 
Holly moved back in front of David and got down on her knees again, looking
up at Tim and smiling a little before she took David's cock in her mouth.
Tim groaned softly, then moved to one of the chairs on the balcony and
flopped into it, as if his legs were about to give out.  He watched
silently as Holly worked on David's cock, but what Holly couldn't see was
David looking at Tim with a big grin.  He gave Tim a thumbs-up gesture --
it was going just the way they planned.  David had told Tim he would start
Holly off slowly, and not to try to rush things, and Tim was doing great so
far.  He was actually a friend of David's from college, and he had leaped
at the idea of having sex with Holly when David called him two weeks
before. Of course he had never met her, so the deception that he was just a
fan was working perfectly -- Holly was completely fooled.  David felt his
cock stiffen in Holly's mouth as he thought about the rest of the evening
-- this should be fun, and if it worked, Holly would be moving in the
direction David wanted.

   David wanted to get Tim into the action fast, so he concentrated on
fucking Holly's mouth as she sucked him, and it wasn't long before he was
ready to cum.  He held her by her ears and forced her head down on his
erection, and she gagged a little as he started to cum.  She managed to
swallow his load without coughing, gulping it down as fast as his cock
filled her mouth.  When he was done, he patted her on the head and said,
"Good girl." Holly felt her face flush hotly as she heard those words -- it
was like she was nine years old and her father was praising her for doing
her homework.  It made her feel so PROUD that she had pleased David -- and
having him say it in front of another man made it so much better and more
pleasing to her.  She felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy creaming
between her legs as the flush of excitement swept through her body.  She
LOVED pleasing David, and just as that thought went through her mind, he
put his hand under her chin and raised her head to look at him.  Holly
smiled radiantly, proudly, and David leaned down and kissed her lips, still
with some of his cum on them.  That made Holly blush again, and then David
said softly, "What about...?" and pointed with his eyes toward Tim.  Holly
murmured, "Oh, yes, yeah, I want to..." and David kissed her again.  He
stepped aside, leaving Holly there on her knees, and motioned to Tim to
come over.  Tim came and stood beside David, and David moved him over so he
was standing in front of Holly.  His zipper was right in front of her face,
and David leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Show me how much you love
me..." and Holly moaned a little as she quickly unzipped Tim's pants.  She
loosened his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down around his ankles,
then put her hands on the floor and leaned forward and took his cock in her
mouth.  Tim groaned with pleasure as Holly started to suck and lick his
penis, and it hardened quickly.  After a few minutes, Holly put her hands
around Tim's scrotum and squeezed his balls gently -- and that's all it
took to make him cum.  He started to pull his cock out of her mouth, not
wanting to offend her, but Holly put one arm around his leg and held him
tight against her, and then he ejaculated in her mouth.  He gasped, and so
did she -- his load was huge, and Holly felt some of his jism leaking out
of her mouth as she tried to swallow it.  His cock was spurting like a fire
hose, and some of the cum dribbled down Holly's chin onto her breasts.  She
had both hands on his balls now, milking them while she sucked hard on his
cock, swallowing again and again as his heavy load spewed into her mouth.

   When he was done, Tim stroked Holly's head gently and said, "Thank
you... that was unbelievable...  oh god..." He was breathing fast, and
Holly wiped some of his sperm off her breasts and licked it off her fingers
and swallowed it, looking up at him with her eyes shining.  Tim quickly
pulled up his pants and got himself dressed, and said goodbye to Holly and
David.  He seemed embarrassed now, but he smiled at Holly as he left, and
silently said "Thank you" again.  Holly was exhausted from performing two
blowjobs in a row, and she and David went straight to bed.  She told him
how much she enjoyed what had happened, and David smiled in the dark.  The
next day he went down alone and met Tim in the bar, and collected the $200
Tim had said he would pay for a blowjob from Holly.  Things were working
out just great.

   CHAPTER 28: Turning Holly into a Whore

   It was May 2003, with two months to go until "Charmed" started filming
for Season 6.  Holly would be too busy then for David to play little sex
games with her, so he decided to kick things into high gear.  He wanted to
make some money off her body while he could, in case she figured out what
was going on and decided to dump him.  He started with two more staged
"encounters" with "fans," using guys he knew around town.  One was at a
restaurant where he took Holly for dinner -- the guy came over to ask for
an autograph, and David invited him to sit down, then worked the
conversation around to the point where Holly asked the guy if he would like
to see her and David's house.  They all left together, and once they got
home, where Holly felt comfortable and safe, it was easy for David to talk
her into doing a little striptease, then give the guy a blowjob.  It didn't
take much talking, either -- Holly was starved for affection, and she
craved what these guys were offering.  David collected $200 from the guy
the next day.

   David set up the second encounter at a high-end clothing store in
Beverly Hills, arranging for a guy to be in there when he and Holly
arrived. Once again the conversation went as planned, but this time Holly
really had to work to get the guy to agree to come over to the house. 
David had told him to keep saying no, he didn't want to impose on them, but
he finally let Holly talk him into agreeing to come to the house with them.
This time David stripped Holly in front of the guy, whose name was Derek,
taking off her clothes slowly until she was standing there in a bra and
thong and high heels.  David stood behind Holly and unfastened her bra,
then slipped it down her arms and let it drop to the floor in front of her.
Holly's bare breasts jiggled a little as David hooked his thumbs on each
side of her thong and slid it down her legs.  He left the thong around her
ankles as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I want you to give
Derek a real nice time, angel -- show me how much you love me by making him
happy." Holly paused a moment, then nodded slightly, and David took Holly's
hand and led her a few steps to where Derek was standing.  He put Holly's
hand in Derek's, symbolically giving her to him, and went over and sat on
the sofa.  Derek stood there uncertainly for a moment, but then Holly
stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him.  She kissed him with her
mouth open, and he took her in his arms and ran his hands down her back and
over the curve of her ass.  She whispered in his ear, "Fuck me," and Derek
didn't need to be told twice.  He pushed her down on the carpet and pulled
down his pants and got between her open legs, and Holly gasped as he
penetrated her.  His cock was big, and he thrust into her hard, making her
grimace in pain.  Her pussy wasn't fully lubricated yet, and his erection
hurt her as he pounded into her twat.  David had told Derek to be rough
with Holly, that she liked it when men gave her a good hard fucking.  She
mewled constantly while he was screwing her, but he was ready to cum fast,
and he pulled out of her cunt and dumped his load on her stomach.  She
pushed him off of her and curled herself up with her arms around her knees,
crying quietly, and David quickly escorted Derek to the door.

   David came back and helped Holly up off the carpet, and she fell into
his arms, crying.  He talked to her quietly, telling her it was all right,
and she finally got herself pulled together.  He kept repeating how proud
he was of her, that she was such a good girl to be so nice to a fan, and
how much he loved her.  The stupid bitch bought the whole speech, and
cuddled herself in his arms as he thought about what step to take next. 
There was pretty good money to be made from Holly giving blowjobs, but
David knew he could collect a lot more by letting the men fuck her.  She
had done pretty well with Derek -- she just needed more reassurance that
David would be proud of her and love her even more, if she let other guys
screw her.  He helped her upstairs and they took a long bath together, then
he let her suck his cock before they went to sleep -- and Holly again slept
with David's cock in her mouth, which he took as a sure sign that she still
loved him and loved his cock.  If he had been nervous about her being mad
at him because of his requests that she have sex with other guys, her
taking his cock in her mouth and sleeping that way sent him a loud message
that he was still in control.  He met Derek the next day at a bar and
collected $300.

   Now he wanted to step up the action, really start to make some money off
Holly's body.  He told her there was a "Charmed" fan club at USC with a
membership of ten guys that liked to watch the show together each week. 
This was completely bogus -- of course there were fan clubs all over the
country, but the membership was mostly young girls.  David went to the USC
campus and rounded up ten guys, showing them pictures of Holly and offering
them sex with her for $400 apiece.  He told them it would be an all-night
party, a gang bang where they could take as many turns with her as they
wanted, and he made sure they understood what they were supposed to tell
her about being fans of the show.  He could have gotten 100 guys -- all of
them had seen the show and they jumped at the chance to actually have sex
with one of the actresses on the show.  USC is a rich college, and the
students typically have money to burn from their parents, and none of the
guys objected to the fee David was charging.  He wished he had asked for
more, but $4,000 for one night was good money.  One big reason he didn't
really like Holly was that she made thousands of dollars for every episode,
like the two other little bitches on the show, while he earned the union
minimum of $1,500 per show.  He did a lot of work to earn his salary, while
Holly and the other two cunts basically showed up half naked and smiled for
the camera, then grabbed their money and ran to the bank.  He felt no guilt
at all leveling things out by making some money from Holly's body.

   David mentioned the USC fan club to Holly the next day, and told her
they had written her a letter saying they were dying to meet her.  He
suggested inviting them to come to the house in a few days, but Holly
wanted to talk about it first.  She told David she had been uncomfortable
letting Derek have intercourse with her, and she asked why she just
couldn't give the guys blowjobs.  David tried to sound very understanding
as he replied, although his primary goal was to convince this stupid slut
that she needed to do whatever he told her to do.  He talked about the fan
base for the show, and how important it was to keep the fans interested in
the show, to keep viewership and the ratings high.  He was very convincing,
and Holly finally said she would trust him to handle the meeting.  Those
were magic words to David -- he finally had Holly ready to do things she
really didn't want to do.  That's always the biggest problem a pimp has to
overcome -- convincing his whore that she's doing things for HIM, to prove
her lover for HIM, while she spreads her legs and lets other men use her
body and her pimp keeps most of the money.

   CHAPTER 29: Holly's First Gang Bang

   The guys from USC arrived shortly after 7 PM, and Holly and David
welcomed them.  After a brief tour of the house, they all sat down in the
living room with drinks, and several of them told Holly how much they liked
the show and her performance.  All they guys were very good-looking, and
David could see that Holly was enjoying their praise.  They were 18 to 24
years old and they all looked like they worked out a lot, and Holly was
eyeing them like she really liked what she was seeing.  David had suggested
to Holly earlier that she might want to kiss each guy, and now she stood up
and told them that's what she wanted to do, to thank them for their
interest.  It sounded pretty demure, and for most of the guys, it was --
she gave each one a brief kiss on the mouth and thanked him for being a
fan. But when she got to the last guy, she prolonged the kiss, then put her
arms around him and opened her mouth as she kissed him.  The guy ran his
hands down her back and cupped her buttocks, and Holly moaned a little. 
She broke the kiss and looked at the guys with a small smile on her face.
"Would you like me to show you how grateful I am?" Without waiting for an
answer, she dropped to her knees.  She was wearing a shirt and jeans, and
she unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged out of it.  She wasn't wearing a bra,
and her bare breasts jiggled as she tossed the shirt on the floor.  Her
large areolas were light brown and her nipples were very hard, sticking out
lewdly.  She pulled the last guy she had kissed closer to her and unzipped
his pants, then looked up at him.  "May I suck your cock?" The guy nodded
quickly, and Holly took his penis in her mouth, It hardened as she sucked
it, and she moved her head forward and backward, using her hands to massage
his balls.  He groaned, unable to hold back, and dumped his load in her
mouth.  Holly swallowed his cum, making slurping noises as she sucked his
cock to get the last of his load into her mouth.  When she finished, she
kissed the tip of his cock, then put her arms around his thighs and nuzzled
her face into his groin and thanked him.

   The guys were all standing up now, and Holly moved down to the next one
in line and repeated her performance.  All the guys had erections now, and
Holly went on down the line, sucking each cock and swallowing the guy's
load.  It took about an hour for her to suck off all of the guys, and when
she was done, she stood up.  Her face and breasts had sperm on them, and
she slowly wiped it off with her fingers, then licked the semen off her
fingers and swallowed it, looking at the guys the whole time.  She looked
at David and smiled slightly, then looked back at the guys.  "Would you
like to make love to me?" There was total silence for a moment, and then
all the guys were talking at once.  Holly grinned and slipped off her high
heels, then took off her jeans.  She wasn't wearing a thong, and she stood
there totally naked and let the guys see everything she had.  She went over
to the sofa and lay down, spreading her legs a little, and asked, "Who's
first?" The guys grinned, and the first guy Holly had sucked off came over
and got between her legs.  The other guys stood in a circle around the sofa
and watched as Holly helped her lover penetrate her, putting one hand
between her legs and guiding his erection into her slit.  She was very wet,
and the cock slid into her easily.  She gasped as the cock meat filled and
stretched her vagina, and whispered admiringly to the guy, "It's so big."
He grinned a little as he started to thrust into her.  He was fully
recovered from the blowjob she gave him earlier, and he gave her a good
hard fucking.  She raised her legs and wrapped them around him, closing her
eyes and mewling softly in her throat as she enjoyed his big cock.  She
kept having orgasms as he screwed her, and her face was flushed a deep red
-- she was loving this.

   The guy suddenly slowed down, and Holly opened her eyes and looked at
him questioningly.  He gasped at her, "I need to cum...?" and she knew what
he was asking.  She held him against her and whispered, "Cum inside me...
it's OK, I'm on the pill, it's OK...  I really want you to..." and the guy
moaned and ejaculated in her pussy.  Holly groaned with pleasure as another
orgasm hit her, making her body quiver all over from the heavenly feeling
of the guy's warm sperm spurting into her twat.  He was still thrusting
into her as his balls spewed out semen that filled her tight little cunt.
Finally he finished, and she fell back against the sofa, panting like a
bitch in heat, her face covered with sweat.  She smiled up at him and
raised her head so she could kiss him.  "That was amazing...  thank you."
The guy grinned down at her, then slowly pulled his cock out of her snatch
and moved over to a chair while the next guy in line came over to Holly. 
She smiled up at him and spread her legs and extended her arms, and he got
on top of her and stuck his cock in her wet twat, using the last guy's
sperm for lubrication.  This time it was even better for Holly -- this
guy's cock was REALLY big, like 12 inches, and she kept meeting his thrusts
with her hips, wanting every inch of his big cock inside her.  She was
moaning like mad, and all the guys watching her had erections they couldn't
hide.  Some of them had wet spots on their pants -- Holly was really
putting on a show here.

   Each guy took a turn fucking Holly, and she let them all cum inside her.
When they were done, it was past midnight, and David took them to the door
after they told Holly what a great time they had.  David told them to leave
the cash on the little table by the door as they left -- he liked the old
idea of paying the prostitute by leaving the money on the dresser in a
cheap hotel room.  Several of the guys told him Holly was a great little
cocksucker and a great fuck, and wanted to come back for more, but David
just smiled.  He stuffed the cash in his pockets and went back in to Holly.
She was sitting on the sofa, still naked, and she smiled a little and asked
him if he was proud of her.  He took her in his arms and told her she was
the best, the very best, and Holly hugged him as he put his hand down
between her legs and swished two fingers in her cunt.  "You're full of cum,
aren't you, angel?" She grinned devilishly and said, "You want some sloppy
seconds -- or is it tenths?" He grinned and unzipped his pants.  He had
gotten an erection hours ago, watching Holly giving the guys blowjobs, and
he really needed to cum.  Her vagina was soaking wet, and there was a huge
wet spot on the sofa between her legs that would have to be cleaned up. 
The room smelled like pussy, and David's cock slid right into her juicy
slit.  He started to fuck her, and her cunt made pooping sounds each time
he thrust into her, as the sperm from all her other fuckers was forced out
of her slit and soaked into the sofa.  David added his own semen to the mix
when he dumped his load in Holly's cunt.  She was a real mess, with globs
of cum all over her legs and warm sperm leaking out of her vagina.

   CHAPTER 30: More Men for Holly

   David continued the fuck sessions through June, setting Holly up to be
screwed by more men.  He started including girls in the sessions, since the
female fans of the show were as avid as the male fans -- and David liked
the idea of watching Holly having sex with other girls.  One of the girls
brought along a dildo shaped like an erect nigger cock, 15 inches long, and
the little slut strapped it on and used it to fuck Holly, then took it out
of Holly's cunt and stuck it up her own snatch.  David got really hot
watching some of the girls with Holly, but he never touched any of them
because he knew it would look bad if Holly caught him screwing around.  He
just kept up his spiel about how much it would help the show if Holly met
more and more fans, and allowing them to be intimate with her would cement
their loyalty forever.  And he never stopped telling her how important this
was to him and to their relationship -- every time she let a fan have sex
with her or gave him a blowjob, she was proving her love for David.  He
even made up a long story about his parents never telling him they loved
him, and how important it was to him that Holly should show him she loved
him by accepting his recommendations on what was good for the show and for
her career.  It was the basic spiel that pimps have used forever to
convince prostitutes that sex with other men proved how much the girl loved
her pimp.

   There were 12 more fuck sessions in June, but the filming of the sixth
season of "Charmed" would begin on July 28, so David didn't have much time
left to make money by pimping Holly -- she would be too busy once the
filming began, and so would he.  At the beginning of July, he decided to
step things up.  So far, all of Holly's encounters with "fans" had been at
their house or in controlled situations like hotel rooms.  Now David wanted
to slowly shift the emphasis away from the show and toward the idea of
Holly proving her love for him.  He started one night when they were
driving on Wilshire Blvd.  in Hollywood.  He spotted some men on a street
corner, looking like they had just come out of the multi-cinema down the
block.  There were four men in the group, and David pulled over to the curb
a little way past the men.  He had steered the conversation around to his
favorite subject -- her proving her love for him -- and now he said to her,
"This is just what I was talking about.  See those guys at the corner? 
They look pretty nice -- well dressed, clean, probably college kids.  If
you really, really love me, Holly, I want you to go talk to them.  I want
you to ask them to make love to you -- and if you can get them to do it,
you'll make me the happiest man in the world!  What they do or don't do
doesn't matter -- what's important is your being willing to do this FOR ME,
not for them.  The important thing is what we have, you and I -- and this
will prove to me that your love is something I can count on.  Please...  do
it for me, Holly...  do it for US..." He kissed her gently, and Holly
looked at him for a long moment -- and then she got out of the car!  David
could not BELIEVE how stupid this little slut was -- she actually bought
that whole pile of bullshit!  He watched in the rearview mirror as she
approached the group, and he could see their looks of amazement when they
realized she really was who she said she was.  A couple of them glanced at
the car, and probably assumed he was her driver or bodyguard or both, which
should keep her safe from any serious trouble.

   There was a doorway to a shop that was closed, just down the sidewalk,
and Holly led the guys over to it.  The light was dim there, and David
watched as Holly got down on her knees in the doorway.  She unbuttoned her
shirt and pulled it open, then unhooked her bra in front and let her
breasts fall out.  She looked up at the men, and one of them quickly looked
up and down the street, then stood in front of Holly and unzipped his
pants, grinning at the other guys.  She took his cock in her mouth and
started sucking, and the other three guys formed a little circle that
shielded them from passing cars.  After a few minutes the guy threw back
his head and his body went rigid, and David knew he had just ejaculated in
Holly's mouth.  As the guy turned away, David could see Holly wiping warm
cum off her lips as the next guy stepped up to her.  She sucked him off,
taking more time than the first guy, and when he was ready to cum, he
pulled out of her mouth and masturbated on her face.  Holly tilted her head
back and kept her eyes open as he ejaculated, spurting strings of semen all
over her face and in her hair.  The other two guys didn't take long, and
when Holly was finished fellating them, she stood up and kissed each guy,
then started walking back toward the car, leaving her shirt open.  She
turned and waved at the guys, twisting her upper body so her tits bounced a
little, then ran to the car and got in.

   CHAPTER 31: Desperate for Love

   David praised Holly like she was his favorite dog, lavishing
superlatives on her while she fastened her bra and buttoned her shirt.  Her
face was flushed and she was breathing fast, and he gave her some tissues
to wipe the cum off her face and her hair.  She had some sperm stains on
her shirt, but she wiped them up as best she could.  When she was fairly
clean again, David took her hand and kissed it gallantly, and told her he
was SO proud of her.  Holly beamed, smiling, her eyes shining with love for
him.  She was so desperate for his acceptance and support and love, she was
willing to have sex with strangers.  All the molestation she had suffered
from people she thought she could trust, starting with her own father, and
then her stepfather, and on and on -- she had been sexually abused so much
that now, when she saw a chance to establish a strong relationship with a
man in her life, she clung to David like a life jacket in a stormy sea. 
She was 32 now, and she might not get any more chances for love -- and for
children -- in her life.  She wanted more than anything to have babies with
a man she loved, and she was beginning to see David as that man.  In her
mind, he was emerging as the knight in shining armor that every little girl
wants to rescue her from the evils of life and take her away to live
happily ever after.  She knew more about evil than most little girls did --
the years of sexual degradation and abuse she had endured had warped her,
corroded her insides and turned her into a vulnerable girl, easily injured
by men taking whatever they wanted from her.  She had lost the essential
feeling that her body belonged to her when the two men she should have been
able to trust the most -- her father and her stepfather -- plundered her
body for whatever sexual acts they wanted, and stripped away her
self-confidence and any feelings of control she had in her life.  She
emerged from the years of sexual molestation feeling that she had to submit
to men, that she was soiled and dirty inside and did not deserve the
attention of worthy, loving men.  She was working through those damaged
feelings now, and she was clinging to David's love as proof positive that
she WAS a good person, that she DID deserve love in her life, and she WOULD
be able to find happiness with a man.  She had progressed so far along this
road that she now felt good about submitting to strangers -- having sex
with men she had never met -- as a way of PROVING to David that she loved
him, and that she deserved his love in return.  In Holly's mind, she was
earning David's love by proving her love for him -- but in David's mind,
the stupid slut was totally fooled by his apparently ardent love for her,
to the point where she would perform the most perverted sexual acts right
in front of him, to please him.  David had Holly exactly where he wanted
her -- she trusted him completely, and she was willing to prostitute
herself in any way he told her, thinking she was proving her love for him.
As they drove back to the house, David was smiling in the darkness of the
car, thinking about what to do to Holly next.  His cock stiffened in his
pants as he came up with one idea after another, ways he could get her to
degrade herself sexually while he watched, and he put one arm around her
and cupped her breast while he drove.  Holly sighed contentedly and cuddled
closer to him, and David's smile -- and his cock -- got even bigger as he
felt Holly's nipple stiffen between his fingers.

   The next evening, David suggested a drive down to Santa Monica where
they could look at the ocean.  Holly was delighted, but David had something
extra planned for the trip.  He had located a labor contractor in Santa
Monica and had arranged for 50 laborers to be on hand, scattered along a
two-block stretch along San Vincente Blvd.  which ran north from the
Pacific Coast Highway and the ocean.  The men were mostly Mexican and
black, with a few Asians.  None of them were white, which was how David
wanted it, and they had been told only that a young actress was going
slumming and wanted a lot of men to fuck her.  David wanted to watch Holly
servicing a lot of lower-class men that wouldn't be as nice to her as the
guys that had fucked her so far.  And he wanted to see how much sex she
could take -- the ten guys at the USC party had been the most that had
fucked her at one time, and David wanted to see her really worn out after a
LOT of men had screwed her.  They got down there in the afternoon and
walked around the beach for a while, then David guided Holly up toward San
Vincente Blvd.  He saw some of the men standing around, easily identified
by their dirty clothes and unkempt appearance -- they looked out of place
in an upscale area like Santa Monica, but it's a free country.  When he and
Holly got to the intersection of Fourth Street, David spotted an alley
between two buildings that would be perfect.  A few of the laborers were
standing near the alley -- perfect.  David faced Holly and took her in his
arms and kissed her.  She was surprised by his sudden display of affection,
and hugged him hard as she returned his kiss.  He looked down at her and
told her, "Look at these guys standing around with nothing to do.  This is
too nice a day for doing nothing.  Why don't you see if they want to play
with you?" It was the boldest attempt David had made yet -- no subterfuge
about fan clubs or fans popping up in restaurants this time.  He was coming
right out and suggesting that Holly have sex with men on the street,
complete strangers who might never have seen her show or have any idea who
she was.  She would just be a girl soliciting them on the street -- and
that's pretty much the definition of a prostitute, except Holly wouldn't be
asking them for money.  Maybe "slut" would be a better word for it.

   Holly was a little surprised, and opened her mouth to protest -- but
before she could speak, David leaned in close and whispered, "Do this for
me, angel -- show me how much you love me." Those words, those burning
words that lanced directly into her heart!  Holly felt herself melting
inside, felt her legs getting wobbly, felt her pussy burning between her
legs, felt her nipples stiffening.  She needed his love so much, she just
couldn't pass up a chance to prove to him that she loved him enough to earn
his love by doing whatever he asked.  Then he leaned close again and said,
"I want to look around for more men for you -- every one you make love to
will show me even more that you really do love me.  Is that OK?" Holly felt
herself nodding, even though she felt like this might get out of control.
She stepped back from him and turned toward a group of about six men
standing near the entry to the alley.  She approached them, then turned
back to David and gestured with her head at the alley, and David nodded --
that would be a good place, off the street.  Holly said something to the
men, and they first looked confused, then amazed, and finally they were all
grinning as Holly walked with them toward the alley.  They turned in and
disappeared, and David walked up the street toward another group of men.

   CHAPTER 32: Holly's Second Gang Bang

   David passed the word to four different groups of men on the street,
telling them the girl they had been told about was in the alley waiting for
them.  The street was almost deserted as he walked back toward the alley.
He turned in -- and stopped short at the sight of Holly bent over a trash
can.  She was fully dressed, but her jeans had been pulled down around her
knees.  Her legs were spread wide apart, and a Mexican was standing behind
her, holding her hips and fucking her like an animal.  Holly was gasping at
the force of his thrusts, her body jerking each time he drove his cock into
her pussy.  He was ready to cum, and grunted as he dumped his load inside
her.  He grinned proudly at the other men and stepped aside as the next man
took his place between Holly's legs.  She looked around just as he
penetrated her, and she lowered her head and closed her eyes as he started
to screw her.  He didn't take long either, and in a few minutes she had
another load of sperm in her cunt.  Four more men took their turns with
her, and then they told her to strip.  Holly stood up and turned to face
the men, then took off her shirt and her bra and dropped them on the
ground. She slipped off her high heels, then pulled her jeans and thong off
and dropped them.  Now she was totally naked, and one of the men came to
her and took her in his arms and kissed her, then licked her cheek like a
dog.  Holly looked uncomfortable but tried to smile, and then he motioned
for her to bend over the trash can again.  When turned around and bent
down, holding onto the can with both hands as he shoved her legs apart and
mounted her.  He did her quickly, and six more men took their turns while
David watched.

   Holly had serviced a dozen men so far, and she was covered with sweat.
The men found an old filthy towel on the ground and used it to swab under
her arms and her back and her legs, wiping her down like she was a horse.
David felt his cock stiffen as he watched the men treating Holly like a
whore, and it stiffened even more when they told her to lay down on her
back.  The alley was paved, and Holly didn't really want to lay down
without something under her, but one of the men shoved her and she fell,
sitting down hard on the concrete and getting some scrapes on her round
little ass.  She was crying a little, but she looked at David and he gave
her a small smile of encouragement, and she nodded -- she was willing to
keep going, to please him.  She lay down flat and opened her legs, and more
men started to take their turns with her.  David watched another dozen men
fuck her, one after the other, and he could see her face while she was
being screwed, and it got him very hot.  She HATED this, and her lips
twisted with disgust as she frowned and worked hard to help each man cum,
just to get him off of her.  Her face showed a mixture of discomfort and
humiliation as the men came and went, using her body like a piece of
bathroom equipment.  She thrust her hips to meet her fucker's cock, not
because she liked it, but because she wanted the men to cum as fast as
possible.  Most of the men were filthy and sweaty, with dirty clothes and
bad body odor, and they were sweating all over Holly as they fucked her. 
They kept wiping her down after every eight or ten men finished screwing
her, but the dirt and sweat just got moved around on her body.  The alley
had a strong smell of cunt now -- the odor was coming out of Holly's open
snatch in waves, musky and salty and a little fishy-smelling, and it had
the effect of giving all the men huge erections.

   Some of the first men that fucked Holly were coming back for seconds
now, and there were a lot of men that still hadn't taken a turn.  A circle
of men stood around Holly as she lay on the ground, watching her get
screwed and rubbing their cocks through their pants while they waited to
get a piece of her.  The men were using a corner of the alley as a urinal,
and the odor of their piss, mixed with the smell of Holly's ripe twat, was
strong enough to make your eyes water.  David's cock had been hard for so
long, it was starting to hurt.  He kept rubbing it while he watched Holly
servicing the men, and the crotch of his pants had a big wet spot from the
pre-cum leaking out of his penis.  Some of the men started getting Holly to
rub their cocks while they were waiting to fuck her, so she was using both
hands to masturbate two more cocks while she kept getting fucked.  A man
pulled his pants down around his ankles and crouched down at Holly's head
and lifted her head so she could look at the man between her legs while he
screwed her.  The man behind Holly reached down and took her breasts in his
hands and started mauling them, twisting her nipples and pinching them hard
enough to make her yelp in pain.  He was rubbing his erection against the
back of her head while he fondled her breasts and rubbed one hand all over
her face.  He stuck his middle finger in her mouth and finger-fucked her
roughly, and she moaned and closed her lips around his finger and started
sucking on it like it was a cock.  The man in her pussy was watching her
suck, and he groaned and speeded up his thrusting, then ejaculated inside
her.

   Four hours after the gang bang started, most of the men had fucked Holly
once, and now they wanted her in a different position for the second time
around.  They pulled one of the trash cans over, and told her to stand up.
Her hair was a mess, and her eye makeup had run down her cheeks, leaving
dark streaks.  She was sweating heavily, and sperm was oozing out of her
pussy and running down her thighs.  She had globs of warm cum on her legs,
and her whole body was dirty from laying on the ground while she got fucked
more than 40 times.  The men made her stand there and watch while six of
them pissed in a bucket they found in the alley, then they dipped the dirty
towel in the bucket and washed off her body with their warm piss.  Holly
stood there trying not to cry while they washed her down like an animal. 
When they were done, she looked a little cleaner, but she smelled like a
toilet.  The men didn't care -- they just wanted what she had between her
legs.  They told her to lay back across the trash can, but the lid was
barely big enough for her back, so her head and arms and legs were hanging
off.  They told her to lift her legs in the air and hold them there, and
her next fucker stood between her open legs and penetrated her.  She
started to lower her legs, but the man slapped her and told her to keep
them in the air.  Holding her legs up was very hard for Holly, and her
stomach muscles were burning by the time the guy finished with her.  He
pulled out of her cunt and told her she could lower her legs, but she only
got to rest for a few seconds before the next man was ready to screw her.
He slapped her legs and told her to raise them, then he stuck his cock up
her snatch and started thrusting into her.

   Holly's head was hanging upside down on the far side of the trash can
because she was too tired to hold it up, and her arms were hanging down
toward the ground.  A man stood behind her head and forced her mouth open
and shoved his erection down her throat, fucking her with her head upside
down.  His scrotum kept hitting her eyes as he fucked her mouth, and he
could see the bulge of his cock in her throat each time he thrust into her.
He was probing for the back of her throat, and she started to gag on his
cock, but then she opened her throat and swallowed a few times, and she was
able to take the full length of his cock down her throat.  Each thrust
forced her head backward sharply, and the back of her head hit the metal
trash can again and again while she deep-throated the cock.  When the man
was ready to cum, he drove so deep into her mouth that her lips were
kissing his pubic hair when he ejaculated.  Holly swallowed his huge load,
gulping it down as fast as she could, making slurping noises as she sucked
every drop of sperm out of his cock.  The man pulled out of her mouth, then
grinned as he slapped her with his left hand, followed by a hard slap with
his right hand.  "This little bitch is a great cocksucker!  Come and get
it!!" Four more men lined up to use Holly's mouth, and then there were
always two men fucking her at the same time, in her cunt and her mouth.

   After another two hours of fucking, all the men had screwed Holly at
least one time, and some of them had done her two or three times.  Her
stomach looked bloated from all the cum she had swallowed, and her pussy
was raw and sore from getting screwed more than 70 times.  She was still
laying across the trash can, but nobody was fucking her at the moment. 
Three men were standing around her, masturbating on her face and breasts
and stomach, and she was just laying there, exhausted from being penetrated
so many times.  Her head was hanging upside down, and her arms and legs
hung off the edges of the trash can.  Her body jerked involuntarily as the
man at her head ejaculated on her face, getting sperm in her eyes.  Some of
it ran down into her nostrils, and she sniffed it up her nose and swallowed
it, coughing and clearing her throat.  The other two men dumped their loads
at the same time, one on her breasts and the other on her stomach.  His cum
ran down between her legs and dripped off her slit onto the ground.  There
were globs of dried semen all over the ground around the trash can, and all
over Holly -- her arms and legs and midsection were covered with cum, some
of it dried and caked on her body, some of it still warm and wet and
sticky. She was a real mess, with sperm in her hair and even some in her
ears.

   CHAPTER 33: The Next Step for Holly

   The men had been drifting off as they finished fucking Holly, and now
the last three men wiped their cocks in her hair and left.  David and Holly
were alone in the alley, and David picked up her clothes and brought them
over to her.  She had her eyes closed, her arms and legs dangling off the
trash can, and he told her it was over.  She opened her eyes and looked
around, a little surprised that all the men had finally gone -- and then
she actually smiled at David.  He couldn't believe how much this little
slut could take, and still come up smiling.  She had basically been
gang-raped 75 times in six hours, something a lot of street prostitutes
couldn't handle -- and she was laying there smiling at him, with warm semen
leaking out of her gaping cunt.  David began to see the attraction of being
a pimp -- having a beautiful girl so attached to him that she will degrade
and humiliate herself in the worst ways imaginable, thinking she's proving
how much she loves him.  All Holly proved here today was that she was an
incredibly stupid little whore that enjoyed rough sex like a bitch in heat.
David looked at her filthy skin, the sweat pouring off her body, the sperm
on her arms and legs and face and breasts, the stream of warm sticky cum
leaking out of her pussy -- and the big smile on her face -- and decided he
wanted to get her pregnant.

   Holly had told David she had always dreamed of having babies, but what
David had in mind wasn't exactly a nice home with a picket fence and a
husband and two kids.  He knew there were men around who would pay a lot of
money to have sex with a pregnant woman.  For some S&M freaks, this is the
most satisfying and exciting way to inflict pain on a woman, at a time when
her body is most sensitive and vulnerable and ripe.  Male-female S&M has
its foundations in danger, or at least the perceived danger to the woman
from the man.  The possibility of permanent injury to the woman's body adds
a level of excitement not found in other kinds of sexual activity, and the
fear a woman feels during sexual torture is very highly intensified when
she is pregnant.  It is a biological fact that a pregnant woman
instinctively wants to protect her unborn child, even to the extent of
endangering her own life.  The natural urge to reproduce is built into
every human being, and a pregnant woman's body releases hormones that
intensify her concern for the safety and health of her baby, to the point
where the baby becomes the most important thing in the world for her, and
she will do anything necessary to protect the unborn child, even if her
actions threaten her own life or her body.  This willingness to put herself
in harm's way, to protect her baby, makes a pregnant woman the perfect
target for a sadistic man.  He can direct his assaults on her body so they
threaten her unborn child, causing her protective instincts to kick into
high gear.  For example, a pregnant woman would willingly submit to having
her ass whipped, if the alternative is to be hit across her protruding
belly.  She will accept a punch to her face, if the alternative is a punch
to her midsection that might injure her baby.  And she will submit to being
fucked in the ass, if the alternative is having a dildo forced into her
vagina so far that it might damage her birth canal.  A pregnant woman will
welcome torture and submit to it willingly, if the alternative is any kind
of action that might hurt the baby she is carrying.  And this protective
instinct becomes more intense as her pregnancy progresses -- by the eighth
month, with her hugely pregnant belly and her swollen, tender breasts, she
is constantly reminded that she is carrying a baby that she must protect
and nurture.  By the ninth month, almost any torture can be inflicted on a
pregnant woman without the slightest objection from her -- as long as she
believes her baby will be safe.  She will strip naked and bend over so she
can be whipped until her buttocks are bleeding, or she will squat over a
man laying on the floor and take his erection in her ass and fuck herself
on his cock, raising and lowering her heavily pregnant body again and
again, doing all the work while her fucker lays there and watches,
squatting over the cock until her leg muscles and ankles are on fire from
the pain, screwing herself until her ass starts to bleed before her fucker
ejaculates in her rectum -- as long as she believes she is keeping her baby
safe.  There is no better target for a sexual sadist than a beautiful young
pregnant white woman.

   Holly got up unsteadily from the trash can, and David wiped her down
with his handkerchief -- the only other cloth in the alley was the dirty
towel, and it was filthy with sperm and sweat and urine.  Holly put on her
shirt and jeans and high heels and David helped her walk back to the car.
Holly cuddled against David for the whole trip, resting her head against
his shoulder.  When they got home, she took a long, hot bath -- and she had
to douche three times to get all the sperm out of her vagina.  David stayed
with her, washing her back and talking to her and telling her how amazing
she had been.  He lavished her with praise, and she was practically glowing
when they went to bed.  Holly was exhausted from being fucked so many
times, and she fell asleep quickly and soundly.

   David was still awake, looking at her face as she slept, thinking about
all the men that screwed her that day -- and he felt his cock stiffening.
He slipped out of bed and went around to Holly's side, and carefully pulled
the sheet down to the end of the bed so he could see every inch of her
naked body.  She was on her back and her legs were open a little, and David
looked at her face for a few minutes to be sure she was fast asleep, then
gently inserted two fingers in her slit.  Holly shifted a little, but she
was too fatigued to wake up.  David moved his fingers inside her, not going
very deep because he didn't want to wake her up and have to explain what he
was doing to her.  He moved his fingers up and down her slit, and Holly
moaned quietly.  Her pussy started to lubricate, and David felt the warm,
sticky juices oozing out of her cunt.  She spread her legs a little more,
moaning again as David smeared pussy slime in her pubic hair.  His cock was
throbbing heavily, and he put his other hand on the shaft and started
rubbing it.  Holly moved her thighs, closing her pussy lips around David's
fingers as she made little noises in her throat, and David rubbed his cock
faster.  He needed to cum, and her took his fingers out of Holly's twat and
dumped his load in her slit and down her thighs.  It felt like his cock was
going to spurt forever -- he just kept cumming as he looked down at her
nakedness, remembering the image of her laying on top of the trash can
while the men fucked her over and over again.  Finally he was done, and he
used some tissues to wipe his jism off her groin and her thighs.  She was
such a little hottie!  He couldn't wait to see her eight or nine months
pregnant -- and he couldn't wait to count the money he was going to make
out of her pregnancy.

   CHAPTER 34: Preparations For Getting Holly Knocked Up

   It was already the second week of July 2003, with less than two weeks to
go until filming would begin on the sixth season of "Charmed," and David
knew he had very little time to set things up to get Holly pregnant.  He
didn't know if her really getting pregnant would affect the storyline on
the series, but he didn't really care about that now -- he just wanted her
pregnant so he could make more money by pimping her for sex parties.  He
liked the idea of getting her pregnant at another gang bang, so the stupid
slut would never know for sure who knocked her up -- but she was on birth
control pills, and that was the first problem he had to solve.  He had a
friend who worked at Boehringher-Ingelheim Pharmaceuticals, and that's how
he found out about flibanserin and bremelanotide, two new drugs that were
in clinical trials.  They were intended to boost sex drive in women, but
David's friend told him the drugs had some side effects that had to be
eliminated or reduced before they could be brought to market -- and it was
the side effects that really interested David.  Women who had taken the
drugs as test subjects had quickly started to exhibit uncharacteristic
behavior, including having multiple sexual partners, having sex with a
succession of anonymous partners or prostitutes and treating them as
objects to be used for sex, engaging in excessive masturbation, engaging in
masochistic or sadistic sex (experiencing sexual excitement by inflicting
or receiving pain during sex), and exposing themselves in public.  The
women also reported physical effects attributed to the drugs -- vaginal
itching that was sometimes intense, a burning sensation in the vaginal
walls, heightened sensitivity in the clitoris, extreme sensitivity in the
breasts and nipples, milky discharge from the nipples, and swelling of the
breasts.  These effects had to be removed or minimized before the drugs
could be brought to market -- but David's friend got him some samples,
enough to cover the time frame that David needed.  The two drugs had been
combined into a single pill, and its appearance was almost identical to
birth control pills, so David slipped into Holly's bathroom and substituted
the sex drive pills for her birth control pills.  He had read that a woman
would resume ovulating within one to two weeks after coming off the pills,
so he started setting up a series of parties, timing them carefully around
the dates when she should be ovulating.  He decided to have the men come to
the house for the parties, which would give Holly a feeling of security,
and make the whole thing seem less like a gang bang and more like some guys
making love to a famous actress they really like.  Holly would think she
was doing this to please David and to prove how much she loved him -- David
just had to be sure the little bitch never found out that the men were
paying him for the chance to screw her.

   The day after Holly started taking the sex drive pills, she started to
act differently, and David knew the pills were already working.  Several
times he saw Holly scratching her groin area, and she kept adjusting her
bra and shirt, like she couldn't get comfortable.  David brought up the
subject of more sex parties that night, but Holly was still worn out from
the fuck session in Santa Monica and didn't even want to talk about doing
it any more -- and then David put on a performance that would have been
Oscar-worthy if it had been in a movie.  He actually started to cry while
he was telling Holly how much it meant to him when she willingly had sex
with other men.  He looked into her eyes and convinced her once again that
when she spread her legs and let some guy screw her, she was showing David
how much she loved him.  It was really a little unbelievable.  This same
line of reasoning has been used by pimps since time began, and there never
seems to be a shortage of whores to listen to it and embrace it.  Holly
responded to David exactly like a 14-year-old runaway who just got off a
bus in Los Angeles responds to a pimp who escorts her out of the terminal
into a life of street prostitution -- she felt his "love" so deeply, she
was consumed with a desire to return it, to prove that she loved him as
much as he loved her.  By the end of the evening, Holly was actually
comforting David -- if you can believe it!  -- by cradling him in her arms
and assuring him that she loved him and she wanted to prove it to him by
doing whatever he asked her to do.

   But Holly insisted on one condition -- she wanted Shannen to be there
for the parties.  Holly liked to be around Shannen, and Shannen was her
best friend, so she wouldn't be shocked at anything she saw Holly do. 
Holly called Shannen the next day, and Shannen loved the idea of doing the
parties with Holly.  Shannen really believed that Holly loved David deeply
(which was true), and that David loved Holly (which was totally false), and
she always like sex, so she jumped at the chance.  The first party took
place two days later.  Holly had been off birth control pills just long
enough that she might start to ovulate that day, and David wanted to take
advantage every opportunity to get her knocked up.  This time he recruited
20 men, including some Negro, Mexican, and Asian guys, so that later, when
Holly discovered she was pregnant, she would be forced to consider the
possibility that she might be carrying a baby with black, brown, or yellow
skin.  She had been raised to be heavily prejudiced against all except
white people, and while she did a good job of appearing unbigoted in
public, privately she hated the idea of a white woman having sex with a man
of any minority -- and the thing she hated most was the idea of a white
woman getting pregnant with a nigger or spic or chink baby.  She truly
believed all babies of mixed race should be aborted, and her worst fear was
getting pregnant herself with THAT kind of baby.  But as long as she
thought her birth control pills were protecting her, she would be able to
tolerate having sex with the men David had invited to the party -- and the
effects of the sex drive drugs should make her compliant, willing, and even
enthusiastic about it.  The men agreed to pay $400 apiece for the chance to
fuck Holly, so David figured his little whore would earn $8,000 for him
that night.

   CHAPTER 35: A Very Special Sex Party

   The men started to arrive at 8 PM, and they got a surprise when they
walked in -- Shannen was naked on a table in the entry hall with her legs
folded under her, and her arms were tied behind her.  Her thighs were tied
tightly to her ankles, so she couldn't straighten her legs or get up until
she was released.  Her knees were wide apart, and her pussy was totally
exposed between her legs.  Her breasts hung out, thrusting forward because
her arms were tied behind her at the wrists and the elbows.  She sat up
very straight, a slight smile on her face, and each man was invited to
touch her or play with her.  She was an appetizer, a little treat before
the main action started.  She looked at each man as he came over to her,
and she moaned a little when they touched her breasts.  Her nipples were
hard and erect, and some of the men lifted her breasts by the nipples,
making her gasp as they bounced her tits.  She wasn't allowed to say
anything, and sometimes she glared at the man if he hurt her.  Most of the
men fingered her cunt, and one guy stuck his middle finger up her snatch as
far as he could and finger-fucked her hard, driving into her pussy while
she closed her eyes and mewled softly -- she was such a hot little bitch,
she actually enjoyed being degraded like that.  After all the men had
arrived and gone into the living room, David untied Shannen and sent her
upstairs to help Holly get ready.

   The men were having drinks in the living room when Holly came down the
stairs.  The men stopped talking and stared -- they didn't see a beautiful
young TV actress looking like this very often, let alone two of them.  Both
girls were naked except for their high heels, and Shannen was on her knees
in front of Holly, sucking her pussy.  Protruding from Shannen's ass was
the end of a vibrator, and the buzzing could be heard throughout the room.
The vibrator moved and shifted between Shannen's buttocks while she came
down the stairs on her knees, backward, on step at a time, never moving her
mouth from Holly's slit.  Holly was breathing fast -- she kept having
orgasms as Shannen licked her out.  The two girls slowly came down the
stairs, with Holly moaning a little each time she had an orgasm.  Shannen's
ass cheeks were quivering -- she was having orgasms from the vibrator in
her asshole.  Both girls were moaning as they reached the bottom of the
stairs.  Shannen stood up and kissed Holly's mouth, getting pussy juice on
her face, and the men could now see that Holly also had a vibrator in her
ass.  The girls kissed a little longer, caressing each other's body, and
then they stood and looked at the men.  The girls faced opposite directions
and bent forward, and each girl removed the vibrator from the other's anus.
Both of them gasped as the buzzing vibes came out of their tight anal
sphincters.  They turned off the vibrators and dropped them on the floor.

   Shannen stood behind Holly, reaching under Holly's left arm to cup her
breasts while her right hand came around Holly's waist and moved down to
her slit.  Holly spread her legs a little and breathed faster, keeping her
arms at her sides as Shannen felt her up.  Shannen's fingers were moving in
Holly's slit, and Holly gasped as Shannen's thumb touched her clit. 
Holly's body quivered as she had an orgasm, bending forward a little,
loving what Shannen was doing to her.  Shannen's fingers started pistoning
in and out of Holly's slit, and Holly grinned lewdly as another orgasm hit
her.  She was moving her feet, unable to stand still as Shannen excited her
more and more.  Holly moaned, licking her lips and staring vacantly into
space as her face glazed over with raw passion.  She could feel her erect
nipples sticking out, hard as rocks, and every time Shannen touched them,
Holly had another orgasm.  Her legs were trembling from the effort of
standing up while so many orgasms swept through her body, and her face was
flushed a deep red.  Warm, sticky juices were oozing out of her slit over
Shannen's fingers and trickling down her thighs, glistening in the bright
lights.

   Shannen looked at the men and grinned.  "Anybody want some of this?" She
thrust two fingers deep into Holly's cunt as she used her other hand to
pinch Holly's nipple, and Holly almost doubled over as a strong orgasm hit
her.  Shannen straightened her up slowly, and all the men got up and came
over to them.  Shannen gave Holly to the first man, and sat down on the
sofa to watch the fun.  Holly was laid down on the carpet on her back, and
all the men took off their clothes and got ready to fuck her.  Two of the
men came and sat on either side of Shannen and started feeling her up, and
Shannen closed her eyes and smiled like a slut as she spread her legs to
give the men easy access to her genitals.  Holly's first fucker was on top
of her now, working his erect cock into her pussy, and she moaned a little
as he penetrated her.  He started screwing her hard, and she raised her
legs and wrapped them around him so he could get deeper inside her.  He
fucked her for quite a while, and gave her a lot of orgasms before he was
ready to cum.  David had told all the men to cum inside Holly, and this guy
did a good job, thrusting deep into her twat as he ejaculated.  He kept his
cock inside her until he finished dumping his load, then gave her a little
kiss and moved away.  The next man got down between Holly's legs, and she
put her arms around him and kissed him while he inserted his cock in her
pussy.  David was watching Holly closely, and when she started to meet her
fucker's thrusts with her hips, helping him get deeper inside her, he knew
the sex drive pills were working.  When the man finished and pulled his
cock out of Holly's twat, David saw her frowning and scratching her slit
before the next man took his place between her legs, and David grinned a
little.  This should be fun.

   Shannen was still on the sofa, and two different men were feeling her
up. As David watched, one of the men pulled Shannen over on top of him,
with her back toward him, and started to insert his cock in her ass.  She
put her high heels up on the sofa so she could squat over him, and she
helped him position his cock against her anus -- and then she sat down on
his cock, grunting in pain as the head of his cock stretched her sphincter.
She settled her body lower, taking the full length of his cock up her ass,
and then she spread her legs and pulled the other guy over between her
legs. He penetrated her cunt, and the two men started to move inside her,
making her moan.  David had told all the men to save their loads for Holly
-- they could fuck Shannen all they wanted, but he didn't want them to
leave any sperm inside her.  So the two men just screwed Shannen for a
while, then pulled their cocks out of her when it was time to take their
turns fucking Holly.  Shannen got on her hands and knees on the sofa,
offering her mouth and both of her holes to the men, and they started using
her as a warmup for fucking Holly, letting her suck their cocks or giving
her a few strokes in her cunt or ass before they moved over to screw Holly.

   CHAPTER 36: The Drugs Kick In

   After two hours on her back, Holly had serviced about half of the men --
and she was going crazy.  The drugs in her body were making her vagina itch
like mad, and her breasts were so sensitive, she kept having orgasms when
she was touched there.  She was thrusting her hips hard with each stroke of
her fucker's cock, jerking her body back and forth, trying desperately to
get relief from the itch that was consuming her.  Most of the time she was
being fucked, she had one hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris,
forcing it down against the shaft of the cock in her pussy, and she was
having so many orgasms, she felt like she might faint.  But she needed more
than just straight fucking now -- the drugs had turned her into a savage,
more animal than human, and she was acting like a bitch in heat.  All
shreds of decorum and proper behavior had been stripped away, and she was
operating at a much more primitive level, where the only thing of any
importance was her own raw sexual pleasure -- nothing else mattered now. 
She was sweating heavily as she worked for her orgasms, and her whole body
was tiring from the extreme effort of driving herself so hard for so long
with so many men -- but she had to have more.  As her fucker groaned and
ejaculated in her pussy, Holly reached down and gripped his balls,
squeezing them hard enough to make him grunt in pain, milking every drop of
sperm from his balls into her vagina.

   When her fucker was finished cumming, Holly pushed him off of her and
quickly stood up, her eyes wild.  She looked around at the men.  "Come on,
guys...  you call this action?!" She squatted a little, spreading her legs
and using both hands to spread her pussy lips wide apart, exposing the pink
inner walls of her vagina.  Warm sperm oozed down over her fingers, from
the ten guys who had fucked her so far.  "I have an itch right here..." and
she used one had to scratch her slit and the mouth of her vagina, flinging
little drops of pussy slime on the carpet.  She raised both hands and
cupped her breasts, kneading them roughly.  "And my tits feel so big..."
She pinched both erect nipples, hard, and gave a little cry as she gave
herself an orgasm.  She gripped her nipples and jerked them upward, lifting
her breasts and distending them painfully.  "This is what I need you to do
to me..." She put both hands on her right breast and brought it up to her
mouth.  Looking at the men in the room, Holly licked her stiff nipple, then
bit it lightly, moaning as she closed her eyes.  With her nipple still in
her mouth, she spoke around it, her voice muffled by her breast.  "Suck my
titties...  please...  oh god pleeease..."

   The men didn't need a diagram.  The ones who hadn't fucked Holly swarmed
around her like dogs around a bitch, pawing at her, grabbing her tits and
squeezing them.  They shoved her around behind the sofa and made her bend
over it, so her head was right in front of Shannen's, and one of the men
picked up a beer bottle from the coffee table.  He started to force it into
Holly's cunt, and she gasped as she realized what was happening.  She
spread her legs wider, to make it easier to penetrate her, but the bottle
was so big, it was already stretching her vagina, with only the neck inside
her.  The man jammed the bottle further into Holly's twat, and she grunted
in pain -- but she was smiling a little.  This was what she needed, some
hard rough sex.

   But David didn't want to lose sight of his objective here -- getting
Holly pregnant -- so he called out to the man to fuck Holly in the ass. 
The men all liked that idea, so the bottle was slipped out of Holly's cunt
and inserted in her anus.  She gasped as her anal sphincter was stretched
by the neck of the bottle, and then she screamed when the wider part of the
bottle started to penetrate her.  "Go slow, oh god, please go slow..." she
begged, and the men watched silently as more of the bottle disappeared
between her ass cheeks.  Her sphincter was wrapped around the bottle like a
tight rubber band, and every little movement made her wince in pain.  There
was no lubrication on the bottle, just a little condensed moisture from the
air, and it really hurt Holly as it was forced into her rectum.  The man
ran his finger around her anal ring, making Holly mewl and clench her fists
-- she was afraid she would get hurt, and anal injuries almost never heal
completely -- but also it tickled, and she smiled a little in spite of the
intense pain.  She had her eyes shut tight, and she kept mewling as the
bottle was forced inside her, a little at a time.  The man suddenly reached
between her legs and ran the tip of his finger over Holly's slit -- and she
screamed as a huge orgasm hit her.  She involuntarily clenched every muscle
in her body, including her anal ring, which tightened painfully around the
bottle for a moment.  Holly's mouth formed an "O" of pain as she breathed
fast, like a woman in labor, trying to control her orgasms and relax her
muscles.  She was panting like a horse, and sweat was pouring off her face
and her body.

   Only an inch of the beer bottle was visible now, sticking out of Holly's
distended asshole.  The little slut had almost the whole bottle inside her,
and the man was trying to force the rest of it into her bowel.  He held her
hips in place and pushed hard on the bottom of the bottle, and Holly yelped
in pain as another half inch disappeared into her ass -- and then suddenly
it was all the way in, and the bottom of the bottle was the only thing
visible.  Holly's anal ring was wrapped tightly around it like an
overstretched rubber band, and she was panting like she had run a mile,
trying to endure the unbelievable pain.  She was still bent over the back
of the sofa with her legs apart, and her legs were trembling from the
effort of standing up through all this.  The bottom of the bottle was
shining in the bright lights, and the men were looking at her and shaking
their heads -- what a stupid bitch.  The man that had raped her with the
beer bottle now stood behind her and forced her legs further apart as he
positioned his cock against her slit -- he was going to fuck her with the
bottle still in her ass!  The men crowded closer, not wanting to miss this.
As the head of the cock entered Holly's pussy, her eyes popped wide open
and her face froze as she realized what was about to happen.  Could she
stand it?  Her asshole was on fire, and it felt like a baseball bat had
been shoved into her bowels.  She gasped as the cock entered her pussy,
filling it and making her feel incredibly bloated with the bottle still
inside her.  Her fucker thrust into her, and Holly mewled as the bottle
shifted in her rectum.  She could feel the stiff cock rubbing against the
bottle, separated only by the thin membrane that separated her vagina from
her bowel, and the feeling was driving her crazy.  The cock felt huge
inside her, and an image of it coming out of her mouth popped into her
head. Her cunt was still itching like mad, and now her anus was sore and
itchy from the stretching by the bottle.  Holly was quivering, standing on
her toes, moving her hips in rhythm with her fucker, wanting him deeper
inside, hoping the friction of his cock would scratch the itch in her cunt.

   CHAPTER 37: David's Plan Goes Awry

   Now another man came around in front of the sofa and offered his
erection to Holly, and she quickly took it in her mouth and started
sucking. She was grunting in pain from the bottle in her ass, but she
couldn't resist a cock in her mouth, and she massaged the man's balls while
she sucked him.  Shannen was still on her hands and knees on the sofa,
getting fucked in the ass by a man standing behind her, and her face was
only a few inches from Holly's.  The man in Holly's mouth pulled his cock
out and stuck it in Shannen's mouth, then started taking turns, letting
each girl suck a little before he switched again.  Holly was looking into
Shannen's eyes while she sucked, and Shannen was returning the look.  Each
girl was trying to suck better than the other, but it was Holly who finally
won -- the man grunted heavily and ejaculated in her mouth.  Holly held his
cum in her mouth until he was done, then carefully slid his cock out of her
mouth while she kept her lips wrapped tightly around it.  She leaned toward
Shannen and kissed her, then opened her mouth and passed the sperm from her
mouth to Shannen's.  When all of the sticky cum had flowed into Shannen's
mouth, she broke the kiss and grinned at Holly, then swallowed the load in
two gulps.  The girls kissed again, licking some semen off each other's
lips.

   David noticed the man cumming in Holly's mouth, and it upset him because
he wanted all the sperm from all the men to end up in her vagina, but he
decided not to say anything.  She had already been fucked ten times, and
each man had ejaculated in her cunt, so she might already be pregnant.  The
rest of the men were lining up to screw her while she was bent over the
sofa, but David was afraid that position would allow their sperm to leak
out of her pussy, so he talked to one of the men, who went over and waited
until Holly's fucker had dumped his load in her, then stood her up and
moved her around to the end of the sofa and told her to lay back across the
arm of the sofa, with her legs hanging off the end.  That position kept her
hips elevated, so the semen deposited in her vagina would flow downward
into her uterus and she would be more likely to get pregnant.  Holly just
thought this was a new position the men wanted to try, so she opened her
legs and smiled as she invited her next fucker to penetrate her.  Her cunt
was still terribly itchy, and she used both hands to spread her pussy lips,
wanting another cock inside her fast.

   Shannen's head was just above Holly's in this new position, and the two
girls started kissing with their heads pointed in different directions
while they were both being fucked.  The men were using Shannen's pussy as a
warm-up before they screwed Holly, shifting from one girl to the other each
time Holly took another load in her vagina.  After another hour on her
back, Holly had serviced all the men.  David wanted her to lay there for a
while, so the cum inside her would flow down into her uterus -- but she
still had the bottle in her ass, and laying across the arm of the sofa made
the bottle press against her anal ring.  The pain became unbearable, and
Holly told them she needed to get it out of her body.  David couldn't say
anything without revealing his true purpose, so he kept quiet as the men
helped Holly stand up, but they wouldn't help her with the bottle -- they
wanted to watch her remove it herself.  Holly glared at them, but she was
in too much pain to keep the bottle inside her any longer.  She carefully
squatted in the middle of the room, wincing as the bottle shifted in her
large intestine.  She started to strain, like she was trying to have a
bowel movement, but a sudden sharp pain in her sphincter made her yelp and
stop abruptly.  Her anal ring was on fire, and straining made it infinitely
worse, like a blowtorch was being applied to her anus.

   David was watching all this, and he saw Holly's straining had forced a
big glob of warm sperm out of her pussy -- it was on the carpet between her
legs now.  He didn't like that at all, but what could he do?  He knew she
had to get the bottle out of her ass soon, and there was no way he could
get her to lay back down and let the semen run back into her uterus, so he
just watched silently.  Holly looked at Shannen with tears of desperation
in her eyes -- what was she going to do?  Shannen got off the sofa and came
over and squatted in front of Holly, so they were face to face.  Shannen
took Holly's hands in hers and talked to her quietly, but Holly was so
distraught, it took some time.  Finally Shannen gripped Holly's hands tight
and told her to try to push just a little, and Holly grimaced and strained,
sweat breaking out all over her face.  She didn't think the bottle had
moved at all, and she was crying as Shannen got down on the floor to look.
Shannen told Holly the bottle HAD moved just a little.  Holly tried again,
screaming as she pushed, and when she finished, Shannen told her the bottle
was definitely moving -- about half an inch of it was sticking out of
Holly's asshole.  More semen was leaking from Holly's cunt, forced out by
the contraction of her muscles while she was straining to get the bottle
our of her ass,

   Shannen put her hand between Holly's legs and tried to get hold of the
bottle so she could help pull it out, but her hand was so tiny, she
couldn't get a grip on it.  She told Holly to try again, and Holly strained
hard, her face turning a deep red and sweat pouring off her face and body.
She screamed in anger and frustration, and the involuntary clenching of her
muscles forced a little more of the bottle out of her anus.  Now Shannen
could get a grip on it, and she tried rotating it a little, but Holly
yelped in pain when her anal ring was twisted -- it was stretched so tight,
the slightest movement sent pain lancing through her body.  Shannen noticed
the sperm on the carpet where it had oozed out of Holly's pussy, and she
got some on her fingers and rubbed it gently around Holly's anal ring,
trying to use the jism to lubricate the bottle.  Then Shannen tried pulling
straight down on the bottle, and a little more of it emerged, but it just
hurt Holly too much to pull any more.  Shannen put her hands on Holly's
upper arms and talked to her, and then Holly closed her eyes and gave
another push, like she was constipated and couldn't get the hardened feces
out of her bowels.  Her face broke into a smile as she felt the bottle move
-- it was coming out!  She spread her knees a little wider and held
Shannen's hands and pushed again, and a loud pooping sound came out of her
ass as some gas escaped around the bottle.  Most of the wide part of the
bottle was hanging out of Holly's ass now, and the worst part would soon be
over.  Holly was exhausted from straining, but she gave one more big push
-- and the bottle slid out enough so it started to narrow at the neck, and
then the rest of it slid out of Holly's asshole and it plopped down on the
carpet under Holly's ass.  As the bottle was sliding out of her ass, a huge
gush of semen flooded out of Holly's slit onto the carpet between her legs.
Holly collapsed forward into Shannen's arms, her heart racing like she had
run a race.  She was mewling in pain, and Shannen saw some blood on the
bottle and on the carpet.

   David was really upset now.  It looked like most of the sperm that had
been in Holly's twat had leaked out onto the carpet while she was trying to
get the damn bottle out of her asshole.  So all the fucking had been wasted
-- it seemed unlikely she would get pregnant now.  David cursed under his
breath, while looking at Holly with what he hoped looked like sympathy and
concern on his face.  He ended the party, saying Holly needed to get some
rest, and the girls went upstairs to Holly's bedroom.  David stood by the
door as the men were leaving, collecting the $400 fees in cash.  David told
them to spread the word that Holly was available for the next week or two
-- he still wanted to get her pregnant, and there was a little time left
before the new season started shooting at the studio.  She didn't say
anything about feeling sick or any of the other symptoms of pregnancy in
the next few days, so David decided to focus on the remaining parties.

   CHAPTER 38: One More Chance

   David set up two more sex parties, and decided there was just not enough
time to do more than that.  He had to wait a week for Holly's anus and
rectum and bowel to heal from the last party -- the bottle had caused small
fissures in her anus and rectum, and had stretched her organs to their
limit.  She had gone to her doctor the next day, even though she was
mortified to have to reveal such intimate injuries to him.  He applied some
salve to the fissures, and told her there was no other remedy except to
wait for her anal ring and her rectum to slowly shrink back to their
original size.  She was still young enough for that to happen in a few
days, and after a week she was ready for more fucking.  But David had to
talk her into it -- she REALLY didn't want to do any more parties, and it
took all his persuasive skills to talk her around to agreeing.  He promised
these would be the last of the parties, since their time would be taken up
with the series when shooting began.

   Then David hit another snag.  Holly had been booked for some guest
appearances in New York to promote the show, but she didn't tell David
until the day before she was supposed to fly to New York.  She would be
gone for three days, which would leave only two days after she got back
before she and David had to report to the studio for the new season of
"Charmed." The first sex party would have to be canceled, but the second
one, luckily, was set for two days before shooting was to start.  David
called the men that had been scheduled for the first sex party, 25 of them,
and tried to switch them to the new date, but only 22 of them could come.
He had already got another 28 men for the second party, so that would make
50 men that Holly would have to service at the party.  That was a lot of
men, but it was the same number of guys that had screwed her in the alley
in Santa Monica, so David knew she could handle that much sex at one time.
Her cunt might get raw and sore, but David didn't care about that -- he
just wanted her to spread her legs and let the men screw her and dump their
sperm in her vagina, and maybe this time she would get pregnant.  That's
when the real fun -- and the big money -- would really start.

   David didn't tell Holly about the party before she left for New York --
he knew she didn't really want to do it, and he didn't want to get into an
argument.  He would tell her when she got back, when he picked her up at
the airport around noon on July 24.  The party was set for that night, so
she would have one day to recover from it before she had to go to the
studio on July 26.  Before she left, he made sure all her birth control
pills had been replaced with the sex drive booster pills he had gotten from
his friend.  She complained every day about the itchiness between her legs,
so David knew the pills were keeping her sex drive ramped up.  With no time
or opportunity to have sex during the trip, she should come back all hot
and ready to go.  The day before the party, David called all the men and
made sure they were going to be there.  He asked them to abstain from sex
until the party -- he wanted them to have plenty of semen to pump into
Holly's pussy.  He was charging the men only $200 apiece this time, so he
would be making $10,000 in one night -- not bad at all!  He wondered how
many prostitutes could make that amount in one night for their pimps.

   David picked up Holly at the airport as scheduled, and he could see from
the way she walked to the car that she was itchy.  She was walking with her
legs open, like she had just been fucked, and the first thing she said was
how uncomfortable she had been on the trip.  She said her pussy was itching
all the time, and she had to keep going to the ladies room to put her hand
between her legs and scratch her slit, and that usually turned into a
masturbation session.  She said she had so many orgasms she had lost count,
but she was going crazy from the constant itching.  Sitting there beside
him in the car, she had one hand down her jeans, scratching her slit, and
she started to masturbate a little, then realized where she was, and
quickly took her hand out of her jeans.  But she kept shifting in her seat,
and she kept scratching her breasts while she pretended to adjust her bra,
so David knew her tits were itching, too.  When they got home, he helped
her carry her luggage up to her bedroom, and then he sat down with her and
told her about the party.  He couldn't wait any longer because it was
already past 2 PM and the men were due to arrive at 8 PM.  He slanted what
he said to make it sound like the party was another chance for her to prove
how much she loved him -- but before he really got into it, she shushed
him. She told him she was so glad to be home, and she had never loved him
as much as when she saw him at the airport after being away for two days.
She said she really wanted to show him how much she loved him, and she
would really enjoy a nice party before they had to go back to work on the
series.  He didn't tell her exactly how many men he had invited -- he just
called it "a big party" -- and Holly seemed OK with that.  She even said
maybe having sex would help with the damn itching in her pussy and her
breasts!  David couldn't believe how easy it was to talk the little slut
into spreading her legs for another big group of men.  He told her he had
arranged for Shannen to be there, too, and Holly went upstairs to rest and
get ready.  Shannen arrived at 6 PM and went up to Holly's bedroom.

   CHAPTER 39: Another Gang Bang for Holly

   The men started to arrive a little early, at 7:45 PM, and they found an
appetizer waiting in the entry hall -- Shannen Doherty.  This time she was
squatting on a small table, barely big enough for her to spread her legs.
She was naked except for 5-inch high heels, and her wrists were handcuffed
to her ankles so she couldn't protect herself at all.  There was a thin
gold chain around her waist, and a short length of the chain ran down to
one leg of the table -- so she couldn't stand up until the chain was
released.  It was painful to squat in the high heels, and her face showed
how uncomfortable she was -- but that just made the men hotter as they
looked at her.  Another reason she was uncomfortable was the dildo in her
pussy.  The dildo was shaped like an erect black cock, nine inches long,
and it was stuck to the table top with a suction cup so it stood straight
up.  It had a set of realistic-looking balls at the base, and that was the
only part that was visible -- the rest of the dildo was inside Shannen's
cunt.  There was just enough slack in the chain so she could raise her body
a few inches, and she kept fucking herself on the dildo, raising her hips
as far as the chain permitted, then lowering herself onto the dildo.  It
made a squishy sound every time it impaled her, and pussy slime was leaking
out of Shannen's twat, coating the base of the dildo and forming a little
pool around it on the table.  The men liked to take her nipples in their
fingers and lift her by her breasts, making her groan in pain as she raised
her body as far as she could, then letting her relax and sink back down on
the dildo.

   The little hottie kept having orgasms, and her face was red and covered
with sweat.  Some of the men finger-fucked her mouth, and she wrapped her
lips tightly around their fingers and looked straight at them while she
sucked and licked their fingers.  She looked like a bitch in heat -- her
face flushed, her breathing rapid, her lips open.  Shannen has always had a
problem with the way her teeth look -- her upper teeth are angled outward
from the gum, which gives her a buck-tooth look when she smiles.  And
there's a noticeable gap between her two front teeth.  She was teased and
humiliated a lot when she was younger, and long ago she formed the habit of
not smiling in public -- that's why almost every photo of her shows her
looking solemn.  She spent $30,000 having her teeth capped, which she had
been told could also fix her buck-tooth appearance -- but the new caps are
angled just like her teeth, so she still looks like a gap-toothed gopher
when she smiles broadly.  She also tries to keep her eyebrows plucked into
thin arches because the hated the thick, bushy eyebrows she had as a child.
The wrinkles around her eyes and on her face make her look like a used-up
whore.  Squatting on top of the table while the men played with her body
and gave her orgasms, she was forgetting to keep her mouth closed, and her
buck-tooth look was painfully visible to all the men.  But she looked so
raw and sexy, closing her eyes and grunting each time she had an orgasm,
that most of the men had erections when they went into the living room.

   When all the men had arrived, David released the chain around Shannen's
waist so she could stand up, and she got down from the table, still naked
except for her high heels.  She walked into the living room and circulated
among the men, offering them her cunt and her breasts and her round little
ass, kissing them, rubbing their cocks through their pants, and generally
acting slutty.  It was like the waiting room at a whorehouse, where one
whore keeps the johns happy until the other prostitutes come in to service
the men.  Shannen gave a few of the men lap dances, rubbing her naked body
all over them and leaving pussy stains on their clothes, where slime leaked
out of her wet cunt.  They were ready to do some fucking, and they were
getting restless -- and then Holly appeared at the top of the stairs.

   All the men turned their heads to stare up at Holly -- and she looked
spectacular.  She was almost naked, but not quite.  She had two narrow
black leather belts around her breasts, above and below, cinched up so
tight that it was hard for her to breath -- but they made her tits stick
out like melons.  Her bra size was 34B, but now her breasts looked like two
overfilled balloons about to explode.  Her large areolas were light brown
and puffy, and her nipples were very stiff, sticking out like little cocks.
The belts were restraining the blood flow from her breasts, and they were
engorged, each tit the size of a cantaloupe, sticking straight out from her
chest with no sagging at all.  Her jugs looked even bigger because her
wrists had been cuffed behind her back -- and there were also cuffs on her
elbows, forcing her arms sharply back and making her stand up very
straight, increasing the tightness of the belts around her tits.  The sight
of those boobs was enough to give any man an erection, but there was more
to see.  Holly had another short leather belt cinched around her knees,
locking her legs together so she could take only tiny steps -- but she was
wearing extreme high heels with ankle straps, and the slut shoes had very
long pointy toes that made it very hard to walk in them.  The ankle straps
had small padlocks on them, so she couldn't take them off while she was
being fucked.  The shoes had 6-inch heels, and with Holly being only 5 feet
2, her feet were bent sharply at the toes, with her feet almost vertical in
the high heels.  She slowly started to turn around, moving her high heels
in tiny steps as she turned -- and the men could see a large vibrator
sticking out of her ass, buzzing like an angry hornet.  Holly's buttocks
were quivering from the stimulation of the vibe, and only an inch of it was
sticking out -- the rest of the 9-inch plastic shaft was buried deep in her
rectum.  The shaft was studded with plastic bumps, so every little movement
of her body pushed the bumps around inside her rectum, making her gasp from
the sensation.

   Holly turned around again, then carefully moved one foot down to the
next step on the stairs, wincing as the belt around her knees bit into her
soft flesh.  She brought her other foot down to the same step, teetering as
she tried to keep her balance.  The vibrator kept shifting in her ass, and
suddenly she had an orgasm, closing her eyes and mewling softly.  Then she
continued down the stairs, taking a long time because of the belt around
her knees.  Her breasts were bouncing and jiggling the whole time, and her
pussy was visible between her closed legs.  Her pussy lips were shaved
clean, but there was some light brown pubic hair above her slit -- and it
had been trimmed into the shape of a heart, with the bottom of the heart
just above her clitoris.  Holly had four tattoos, dating back to age 16 --
a rose on her right shoulder blade, a paisley band on her left wrist, a
tribal band around her right wrist, and a butterfly on the inside of her
right wrist -- but she had added a new one just for the men at this party.
It was on her Mound of Venus, below her navel and just above her pubic
hair, and it said "Please Fuck Me" in ornate dark red and blue script. 
Shannen had suggested it, rather devilishly, before Holly left on her New
York trip, and she had it done the night before she left, so it would have
some time to heal before the party.

   Holly finally got to the bottom of the stairs and stood there smiling at
the men, her body jerking a little each time the vibrator in her ass gave
her another orgasm.  Her face was flushed from the erotic stimulation she
was receiving, and there was a fine coat of sweat on her face, glistening
in the lights.  With her arms and legs restrained, there was no way she
could protect herself -- she would have to submit to whatever the men
wanted to do to her.  The invitation tattooed over her cunt was easy to
read now, and the men were getting impatient.  They could see droplets of
sweat in Holly's pubic hair, but her slit was hidden between her closed
legs, and the men wanted to yank the belt off her legs and spread her open.
But David wanted them to see Holly as a cock teaser, and he had suggested
what she did next.  She went to the closest man, scuttling along with tiny
steps in her high heels, then she bent over and kissed him.  "Touch my
tits," she murmured, and the man ran his hands over her inflated breasts.
Holly went to the next man and did the same thing, and kept on moving
around the room, giving each man a kiss and a chance to feel her jugs. 
Other men started touching her, running their hands over her arms or legs
while she was kissing a man.  One guy reached for the vibrator in her ass
and moved it in and out a little, ass-fucking Holly and making her gasp
before she moved to the next man.  Finally she finished kissing all the
men, and she tiptoed over to the middle of the room.  She asked one of the
men to release the belt around her knees, and he did.  Holly groaned with
satisfaction as she spread her feet apart, enjoying the freedom of being
able to move her legs again.  Now her slit was totally exposed, and the men
could see a steady stream of vaginal secretions oozing down her thighs --
she was really hot and ready!  The whole room smelled like pussy, and Holly
felt feverish as she asked another man to release her arms.  David gave him
the key to the cuffs, and when her arms were free, Holly crossed them under
her huge tits, lifting them a little, and said, "Who wants to be first?"

   There was a roar as all the men stood up and crowded around the naked
girl.  One of them shoved her down on the carpet, and she spread her legs
wide and held out her arms, inviting him to screw her.  The man was between
her legs instantly, and she moaned loudly when she was finally penetrated.
The sex drive booster drugs had made her crazy for cocks, and her itchy
cunt needed something hard stuck in it.  The man penetrated her with one
deep thrust, and Holly's cunt was so wet, he slid right in.  She was in
heat, groaning and mewling like an animal as she met his thrusts with her
hips.  Her fucker ejaculated quickly, filling her pussy with his load.  She
still had the vibe in her asshole, and she left it there as the next man
mounted her.  The end of the vibrator was wedged against the carpet, moving
inside Holly as she shifted her hips while she was being fucked, and she
loved how it felt inside her.  This cock was bigger than the first one, and
Holly curled her body around her fucker gratefully -- she wanted it to hurt
a little, and this cock was big enough to stretch her vagina.  She grunted
as she took a deep thrust that gave her a huge orgasm.  She had her arms
around the man, and her legs were wrapped around him as she held on to him
while he rode her like a horse.  He didn't take long to cum, and then he
got up to make way for the next man.

   CHAPTER 40: Shannen Gets Involved

   Shannen finished giving one of the men a lap dance and came over to
Holly.  The next man had mounted her and was giving her a good hard
fucking, and Holly looked up at Shannen, her head jerking with each thrust
of the cock into her pussy, a slutty little smile on her face.  Shannen
smiled back,, knowing how Holly felt -- there's nothing like having a big
cock inside you while another girl has to just watch and wish for it. 
Shannen squatted a little and opened her legs and started masturbating
while she watched Holly getting screwed, and Holly's eyes glazed over as
she had an orgasm.  She was staring up at Shannen, her lips apart, sweat
all over her face, trying to let Shannen know what she was feeling, and
Shannen knew exactly what it was.  There's nothing like the feeling of pure
sluttiness a girl gets when she knows she's doing something sexy and hot
and dirty -- and another girl is there, wishing she could trade places,
wishing her own cunt was full of cock, wishing a man would do that to her,
spread her open and force his big cock up her snatch and fuck her out of
her mind.  Shannen felt her pussy creaming hotly between her legs as she
rubbed her clitoris, and she gave herself an orgasm as she looked into
Holly's eyes, and stared at her tits.  Holly's breasts were so big and
swollen from having the belts around them, they really looked like soccer
balls attached to her chest somehow.  The belts were inhibiting her blood
flow, and her jugs were turning a deep purple color as more blood got
trapped.  It looked like there was pressure inside her boobs, like they
might explode, and both nipples were so long and hard and stiff, it was
hard to believe how they looked.  They were as big as the top joint on
Holly's thumb, sticking out so far, throbbing heavily, a little darker
brown than the surrounding areolas.

   Shannen looked at the man fucking Holly, and leaned down toward him and
whispered hoarsely, "Work on her tits!" The man glanced up at her and saw
her masturbating, then took Holly's breasts in his hands and squeezed, and
Holly squealed with delight as a massive orgasm hit her.  The blood
engorging her boobs made her nipples incredibly sensitive, and the man's
fingers dug into them like sandpaper, sending waves of hot, intense
sensation through Holly's body like an electric shock.  She dug her fingers
into his back, hugging him gratefully as she thrust her hips against his
groin, wanting to help him penetrate her deeper.  Her legs were still
wrapped around him tightly, and her ankles were crossed behind his back,
her slut shoes jiggling with every thrust he gave her.  She was one happy
little bitch, arching her back and drawing her shoulders together to make
her tits bigger and fuller as her fucker mauled them.

   The man fucking Holly looked up at Shannen and jerked his head, telling
her to come closer.  She stepped up so the pointed toes of her high heels
were touching Holly's arm, and the man raised one hand and forced it
between Shannen's legs, digging two fingers into her cunt so hard, it made
her gasp.  He finger-fucked her furiously while he kept thrusting his cock
into Holly's twat, and both girls started moaning.  Shannen cupped her own
breasts and massaged them roughly while the man used his other hand to
squeeze Holly's tits.  Both girls had orgasms at the same moment, and then
the man groaned and shot his huge load into Holly's vagina.  The force of
his sperm squirting into her pussy gave her another orgasm, and she closed
her eyes and made little whimpering noises in her throat.  Shannen felt the
man's fingers slide out of her gaping pussy, and she put her own fingers in
her slit and swished them around as Holly lowered her legs so the man could
pull his cock out of her pussy.  He squeezed out a little more cum onto her
stomach as he stood up, and told her she was a great fuck.  Holly was still
breathing fast when the next man took his place between her open legs. 
This guy told Shannen to stay there until he stuck his cock in Holly's
pussy.  Shannen was still standing with her high heels against Holly's arm,
and the guy told her to stand over Holly's face.  Shannen put her feet on
either side of Holly's head, facing the guy between her legs, and the guy
looked up at her as he started to thrust into Holly.  "Sit on her face," he
told Shannen, and Shannen smiled and squatted down, lowering her hips until
she felt Holly's lips touching her slit.  The guy reached up and pulled
Shannen's shoulder down, forcing her cunt down hard on Holly's face and
smearing pussy juice all over her.  Holly gasped, moving her head from side
to side, trying to get her nose free so she could breathe, but Shannen kept
the pressure up for a minute, grinding her pussy into Holly's face before
she raised her hips a little.  Holly coughed and tried to catch her breath,
then started to lick Shannen's pussy, and Shannen moaned a little.  Holly's
fucker leaned forward and put his arms around Shannen and kissed her,
holding her so her breasts were mashed against his chest while he kept
moving his hips, fucking Holly while he kissed Shannen.  She leaned back a
little and cupped her breasts, offering them to him, and the guy kissed and
licked her nipples while he speeded up his thrusting into Holly.  Shannen
reached down and put her hands on Holly's huge swollen breasts and pinched
her nipples, and Holly grunted with satisfaction as she had an orgasm. 
Shannen couldn't believe how hard Holly's nipples were -- they felt like
little sausages, extremely firm and thick, and Shannen kept pinching them
and rolling them between her fingers, driving Holly crazy.  The sex booster
drugs in Holly's blood made her feel like the sluttiest little whore on
earth, and she pushed her breasts against Shannen's fingers, wanting more
pressure, wanting more of the electric shocks that kept shooting through
her big tits.  The guy between Holly's legs now kissed Shannen again, and
their mouths opened and their tongues intertwined.  Shannen put her arms
around the guy and ran her hands down his back to his ass, then started
pushing his buttocks against Holly's groin, helping him drive deeper into
the little bitch.  Suddenly the guy groaned and tensed up, and he
ejaculated hugely in Holly's tight little cunt.  She had several orgasms
while he dumped his load, and he gave Shannen two orgasms as he kissed her
and played with her breasts while he still had his cock inside Holly.  When
he was done, he stood up and let Shannen clean his cock with her mouth,
licking up the last of his cum and swallowing it while the next man got
ready to screw Holly.

   CHAPTER 41: The Sex Party Comes to and End

   Holly had been fucked five times so far, in less than an hour.  She
stayed there on her back for four more hours while another 23 men screwed
her, all of them dumping their loads inside her.  Shannen was sucking their
cocks to get them hard so they could fuck Holly, but Shannen's pussy was
empty the whole time, and it was driving her crazy.  She was right there
beside Holly, watching her best friend enjoy the fuck of the century, while
her own cunt was totally unused.  Shannen had vaginal secretions all over
her thighs and legs -- she was so hot and ready to be fucked, the sticky
fluids kept leaking out of her twat and oozing down her legs into her high
heels.  But she knew this was Holly's night, so she just kept sucking the
cocks and trying to stop before any of the men ejaculated in her warm,
willing mouth.  Her breasts felt hot, and her nipples were sticking out
like Holly's, so stiff and hard that they hurt.  Shannen kept massaging her
tits while she sucked the men's cocks, squeezing her nipples and giving
herself orgasms to get a little relief.

   The men decided to let Holly rest a little before the rest of them
fucked her.  She lay there on the carpet with a large wet pool of sperm and
sweat on the carpet between her open legs.  She had semen on her legs and
stomach, and her face was flushed from being penetrated so many times.  Her
breasts were a deep purple color from several hours of wearing the belts
around her tits, and her nipples were still sticking out like little cocks.
One of the men sat beside her and fondled her slit while she watched
Shannen sucking some cocks, and then the fucking resumed.  After all the
men had screwed Holly, some of them were ready to go again, and they looked
at David.  It was after midnight, but David wanted as much sperm inside
Holly as possible, so he motioned to the men to go ahead.  He told them
they could fuck Shannen if they wanted to, and Shannen grinned and quickly
lay down beside Holly and spread her legs.  The girls held hands while two
men got on top of them and gave them a good hard fucking.  Shannen needed
it so bad, she kept having orgasms all the time she was being screwed. 
David still wanted all the cum for Holly, so Shannen's fucker held off
until Holly's pussy was empty, then he quickly pulled his cock out of
Shannen's cunt and stuck it in Holly's pussy before he ejaculated.  The
girls played with each other's breasts while they serviced another ten or
twelve men, and then, finally, the sex party was over.  It was past 2:00
AM, and Holly had to be on the set at 6:00 AM for makeup and hair, so David
cleared out the men as fast as he could.

   Shannen stayed after the party and slept with Holly, and helped her
fulfill another request from David.  Using his "show me how much you love
me" spiel, he had convinced Holly to keep the men's sperm inside her for a
whole day.  His real reason for doing this, of course, was to get her
pregnant -- if she douched right after the party, it might destroy any
chance of pregnancy.  Shannen understood about doing things to please a man
-- she had done some pretty wild things herself for that reason -- so she
helped Holly insert a cervical cap that would seal her cervix and prevent
any sperm in her uterus from escaping.  A cervical cap is normally used as
a birth control device to prevent conception, sealing the cervix so sperm
cannot enter the uterus to fertilize the woman's egg.  David liked the idea
of having Holly use the cervical cap to CAUSE her to get pregnant by
sealing all the sperm inside her uterus.  David told Holly he wanted to
look at her all day at the studio and know her body was full of sperm from
the party, and Holly assumed her birth control pills would prevent her
getting pregnant -- the stupid bitch still didn't realize that David had
taken her birth control pills and replaced them with the sex drive booster
pills, which was the reason she had been so hot at the party.  Shannen
helped Holly remove the leather belts around her breasts, but she had worn
them for so many hours that her breasts remained swollen and purplish for
hours.  Shannen massaged Holly's tits when the girls went to bed, and
slowly they returned to their normal shape and size.  All the breast
massage, plus the sex drugs still in Holly's blood, made her want more sex,
even after being screwed more than 50 times that night, and she and Shannen
made love three more times that night, rubbing each other in ways only
girls know, touching each other's genitals and giving each other a few more
orgasms before they finally slept a little.

   CHAPTER 42: Back to Work on "Charmed"

   Holly and David reported to the set of "Charmed" the next morning. 
Holly was wearing her cervical cap, and David gave her a little smile every
time he looked at her during the day.  She thought he was smiling because
he was proud of her for proving how much she loved him, but of course the
real reason for his smile was his hope that the little slut was pregnant.
He was already dreaming of the money he could make by pimping her to the
kind of men that like to do dirty things to pregnant girls, but the first
step was to get her knocked up.  He kept getting a hard-on while he was
looking at her, and several times he stepped behind the set where he could
see her through a peephole, and unzipped his pants and masturbated.  His
loads were huge because he was so excited by the images in his mind of
Holly with her big pregnant belly hanging out.  When they got home that
night, he really needed to screw her, but he didn't want to use her vagina
because he didn't want to interfere with her getting pregnant from one of
the men at the party.  She removed the cervical cap in her bathroom, and
when she came out, David was waiting for her.  He told her he was so proud
of her for wearing the device inside her all say, he wanted to reward her
by having sex with her.  To avoid using her pussy, he told her he was
concerned that she might be raw and sore between her legs after all the
fucking at the party, and she agreed that her pussy didn't feel very good
-- so David suggested fucking her in the ass.  They had done this a few
times, but it always hurt Holly, so they hadn't done it for a while -- but
David was able to persuade her that it would be better not to take the
chance of hurting her vagina.  So Holly took off her dressing gown and got
on her hands and knees on the bed, and David stood beside the bed.  He
tried to go slow, but he was so hot from watching her all day, he just had
to get his erection into her tight little asshole.  He gave her a hard
thrust, and she yelped and jerked her head around to glare at him.  He
quickly apologized and soothed her with his voice, but then he held her
hips and forced the full length of his hard cock into her rectum.  Holly
grunted in pain as she was being penetrated, and as David started to thrust
into her, she grunted with each stroke.  She was gripping the bedcovers in
both fists and the edge of the coverlet was in her mouth as she bit on it
to ease the pain in her anus.  It didn't take long for David to cum,
filling Holly's bowels with his semen, and he left strings of sperm down
her thighs as he pulled out of her ass.  Holly curled up on the bed and
wrapped her arms around her knees.  She was crying quietly, and David left
here there and went downstairs, grinning happily.  His ejaculation in
Holly's asshole had been incredibly strong, and he knew it was because he
got highly aroused knowing he was hurting her with his cock.  That
masculine need to hurt girls during sex was going to fetch him a shitload
of money when he started pimping Holly.  He just hoped she would get
pregnant -- or maybe she already was...?

   CHAPTER 43: Holly Gets Some Bad News

   During the first week of filming the series, Holly felt listless and
tired most of the time, but she attributed that to the workout she had
received at the sex party.  In the second week, though, she felt sick every
morning for four days in a row, and she started to wonder if something was
wrong.  But then she started to feel better, and things went along pretty
well for a month.  Then she started feeling sick each again for several
mornings in a row, and she decided to go to her doctor -- and after he ran
some tests, he told her she was pregnant.  He said she was about four weeks
along -- and Holly realized she must have gotten pregnant at that damn sex
party.  She told the doctor she was on birth control pills, which he
already knew because he had prescribed them for her, but he told her the
pill is considered 99 percent effective, not 100 percent.  Holly walked out
of his office feeling like she was having a dream -- actually more of a
nightmare.  She called Shannen, and started crying while she told her about
what the doctor told her.  Holly always wanted children, of course -- but
not like this.  Some of the men at the party were Negroes and Mexicans and
Asians -- and there was no way to tell which one was the father of her
baby. She had been fucked more than 50 times that night, and she felt a
cold stab in her heart when she thought about carrying a Negro baby inside
her.  She and Shannen felt much the same way about other races -- play nice
with them in public, and maybe let them fuck you once in a while, but the
worst thing that could ever happen to a white girl would be to get pregnant
with a nigger baby.  Just the thought of having a dirty, filthy, smelly
little nigger inside her, with nappy hair and thick lips and a wide nose
and ugly dark skin and looking and acting like a gorilla, made Holly sick
to her stomach, and Shannen felt the same way.  Both girls enjoyed nigger
cocks sometimes -- they were so BIG!  -- but they always douched carefully
after sex with a nigger, to be sure every bit of their sperm was cleaned
out of their bodies.  The impregnation of a white girl by a nigger was the
worst thing that could happen to her -- her family would throw her out and
her friends would shun her forever.

   Holly told David the news that night at home, and David pretended to be
as upset as she was.  He said he was astounded that her birth control pills
failed to work -- but he didn't mention that HE had been the one who
switched them for the sex booster drugs she had actually been taking.  He
had switched them again in her bathroom the day before, putting her real
pills back in case she decided to have them checked.  In his head, though,
David was elated -- the little slut was pregnant!  He had already found
several sex clubs that were always seeking pregnant women for their
parties, and he had found some clubs on the internet who wanted pregnant
women for S&M parties.  He had been afraid that Holly might want to have an
abortion, so he was glad to hear her say that she would never do that.  She
yammered on about all life being sacred, or some shit like that, but David
stopped listening as soon as he heard her say she wouldn't be getting rid
of the baby.  The sex clubs wouldn't want Holly until she was showing, so
David knew he had at least six months to get everything set up.

   Work at the studio kept David and Holly busy for the next few months. 
Holly never stopped worrying about being pregnant, and working on the
series just made it worse, because every episode involved at least one or
two scenes with her "son" on the show, and she was constantly reminded of
the baby she was carrying.  Some episodes even had other babies in it -- it
was almost like the writers knew what Holly was desperate to keep secret.
In October, Holly knew she was going to start to show soon, so she and
David told the show's producers that she was pregnant -- of course without
revealing that David was not the father, or that Holly had no idea who the
actual father was -- and it was decided to write her pregnancy into the
scripts for the show.  Piper would become pregnant with a second child, to
be delivered during the season's final episode.

   Everybody at the studio thought Holly was pregnant with David's baby. 
Only Shannen knew the truth, and she spent a lot of time at Holly's house
in the evenings, holding Holly while she cried.  Holly felt like she was
being torn apart -- she wanted a baby more than anything, but not like
this. Going to the studio every day made her miserable, but she had to look
cheerful and happy -- she really had to do some good acting.  In December,
she filmed the episode where Piper's child is conceived, which involved
some love scenes with her husband on the show, and she kept forgetting her
lines because all this was hitting so close to home.  In the following
episodes, filmed early in 2004, she would have to look pregnant -- but by
then her real pregnancy would be showing, so she wouldn't have to wear a
prosthetic.

   CHAPTER 44: Holly's First S&M Party

   In January 2004, with Holly six months pregnant, David decided her belly
was big enough to be interesting to the sort of men that liked to have sex
with pregnant girls -- or to do other things to them.  She had gained 20
pounds already, and the sex clubs had been pestering David for weeks to set
up some parties for them.  On January 7, a week after New Year's Day, he
told Holly he wanted to drive her down to Inglewood to meet some friends of
his.  She had not been enjoying sex with David as her pregnancy progressed,
and they had stopped having intercourse a month before.  Holly had always
felt insecure with her self-image, thinking she looked fat, or at least not
an slim as she would like.  She was such a small girl, only 5 feet 2, that
any extra weight made her look pudgy -- and she had gained so much weight
already with her pregnancy, she was worried that she looked like a blimp,
with three months still to go until her due date.  But David told her he
knew some men that really enjoyed the company of pregnant women, and Holly
agreed to go with him to see them.  David thought he would have a better
chance of getting her to agree to the sexual aspects of the evening after
they arrived, so he didn't tell her that the group was a actually and S&M
club the had paid extra for a chance to work on a pregnant woman.  The men
usually hired prostitutes for $300 for their sessions, which lasted all
night and always ended with the prostitute being dumped outside an
emergency room.  These men enjoyed the sounds a woman makes when she is in
pain, and enjoyed looking at a woman who was being hurt.  If the woman was
pregnant, their enjoyment was ramped up the scale a lot, and their session
with Holly was anticipated like no other they had ever had.

   David and Holly arrived around 8 PM and went up the walk to the door of
a large home, where they were welcomed.  There were about a dozen men
there, and one of them, named Jeff, sat down with Holly and David to
explain what was going to happen.  David already knew all this, but he knew
he might have to talk Holly into it.  She had stopped taking her birth
control pills since she got pregnant, but David figured he needed to ramp
up her sex drive before this party, so he had substituted the sex booster
pills for some of her vitamins that looked almost the same.  She had been
on the pills for a week, and she had already mentioned to him that her
vagina felt itchy.  She thought it was because of the baby, but David knew
it was the pills, and she looked a little flushed and nervous tonight, so
he had high hopes.  Jeff gave Holly a lavish buildup, telling her how much
all the men liked her on the show, and then he carefully shifted the talk
over to the subject of sex, explaining that the men all had strong feelings
for Holly, and would love it if she consented to some sexual activities. 
Holly's face was deeply flushed, and David knew the drugs were making her
horny as hell, so he wasn't surprised when she quickly agreed to the party.
Jeff mentioned briefly that the men liked to do some role-playing and a
little S&M, and Holly said that was fine -- she didn't understand the full
extent of what they wanted to do to her.  Jeff took her into a dressing
room where a special outfit was waiting for her -- a black leather bra with
large openings so her breasts hung out, a black leather g-string as thin as
a shoelace, and black high heels.  Holly grinned wickedly and said she
would be right out, and Jeff and David left her there.

   When Holly came out, dressed all in black leather, with her pregnant
belly sticking out, the men surrounded her and half-walked, half-carried
her down to the basement, where a wide array of S&M equipment was
installed. Holly was led over to one wall, where metal rings were set into
the wall, and her wrists were cuffed to the wall at her sides, so she
couldn't protect herself.  The men started touching her all over, pinching
her breasts and caressing her arms and legs, and she closed her eyes and
enjoyed all the attention -- but then the men started touching her belly,
and she opened her eyes.  One man pinched the skin on her belly, making her
yelp in pain, and she looked at David and told him she wanted to stop.  The
men started laughing, and David came over and whispered to Holly that he
really thought it would be better to keep going.  He reminded her that she
had been dissatisfied with sex at home lately, and this was a way to enjoy
some attention from other men.  Holly was feeling the effects of the sex
drive booster drugs strongly -- her pussy was itching like mad, her breasts
were swollen and tender, and her nipples felt like they had needles
sticking in them.  It was driving her crazy, and she nodded at David that
she would go along with whatever the men wanted.  David went over and sat
down to watch while the men started playing with Holly.

   She was told to get down on her knees, and her wrists were released and
re-cuffed after she was on her knees, so her arms were raised a little
above her head.  Her pregnant belly was sticking out, and some of the men
gave her gentle little kicks, making her gasp in surprise as their shoes
and boots made contact with her belly.  One man lifted her swollen breasts
by the nipples, making Holly whimper as she closed her eyes.  Her lips
parted as she moaned a little, loving the feeling of the man's fingers
rolling her stiff nipples between his fingers.  She mewled as he pulled
hard on her breasts, distending the areolas and hurting her nipples as she
straightened her back, trying to raise her body and ease the pain in her
tits.  Finally her let her go, and her boobs fell back into place, bouncing
like big jelly-filled balloons.  Some of the other men played with her
breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, and then her
wrists were released and she was told to stand up.  The men wanted to hit
her, and they made her face the wall and bend over, then told her to put
her hands on her ankles, and wrapped them with plastic ties like the police
use.  A thin chain was passed through her leather bra and fastened to the
wall, so she couldn't move more than a few inches from the wall.

   Bending over like that was painful for Holly because her pregnant belly
was so large and heavy, but the men didn't care.  One of them started
spanking her with his palm, hard enough to make her cry out with each
stroke.  Her round little ass showed some sharp red handprints when he was
done with her.  The next man used a wood paddle with some holes cut in it,
and every stroke left raised round spots that would soon turn into
blisters. Holly was crying by the time he finished, and she asked them to
stop, but the next man was ready to hit her.  He used a cane, which raised
immediate red welts on the pale white skin of Holly's buttocks, and tore a
scream from her throat with every stroke.  Then the men cut the plastic
ties off her wrists and released the chain so she could stand up.  She was
sobbing from the severe pain of the whipping, and she wanted to go home,
but David came over and put his arm around her and whispered in her ear,
telling her how proud of her he was, and how beautiful she looked right
now. Holly's cunt was itching like mad from the sex drugs she had been
taking, and the pain of the whipping began to fade in comparison to the
raw, feral desire she felt in her groin.  She hadn't had sex with David for
more than a month, and with the drugs inflaming her desires, she felt like
a bitch in heat -- she really needed to be fucked.  Most men are reluctant
to have sex with a pregnant woman, for fear of injuring her baby -- but not
these men.  They WANTED to hurt her, but of course Holly didn't know that.
She just thought they were a group of men that appreciated the special
beauty of a pregnant woman, so when David suggested some sex, Holly wiped
away her tears and turned to face the men.  With a tiny grin on her face,
she said, "So...  any of you guys want to have sex with me?" They all
applauded, and Holly broke into a smile.  The poor stupid slut had no idea
what she was in for now.

   Holly was picked up by four of the men and carried to a large wood frame
in the shape of an "X" in the corner of the room.  Her wrists and ankles
were cuffed to metal rings set in the wood, so her body was spread open,
totally unprotected and available.  The men wanted to hit her across her
pregnant belly, and Holly screamed and struggled when she realized what
they were going to do to her, but they told her they would use "safe"
devices, like whips with heavy paper instead of leather strips that could
cause permanent injuries.  But Jeff explained to Holly that the whippings
would hurt, and they were supposed to -- after all, she had been stupid
enough to get pregnant, and girls that do that need to be punished.  He
told her that the pain would help her remember what a slut she was, and
taking strokes across her belly would remind her that girls were inferior
to men because girls have to go through the discomfort and pain of
childbirth.  Jeff was stroking Holly's breasts while he talked to her, and
when he finished talking, he put his hand down between her legs and
caressed her slit, making her groan with pleasure as his fingers touched
her clitoris.  The drugs in her body had ramped up her sex drive to the
point where she really needed to cum, and she tried to thrust her hips
against Jeff's fingers, but he took them away and grinned at her.

   The first man used a paper whip on Holly.  It had a plastic handle and
eight heavy paper strips about three feet long, and he brought it down on
her belly with a whacking sound that made her gasp.  The pain was bearable,
but the edges of the paper caused thin lines of blood to appear on Holly's
skin.  She was whipped for ten minutes, then the next man stepped up to
work on her.  He had a leather slapper, a long plastic handle with a square
of black leather at the end, and another square of leather attached to it.
When he hit Holly, most of the force of the blow was absorbed by the second
piece of leather, which made a resounding slapping noise when she was hit.
It sounded harsh, and it hurt more than the whip, but it wouldn't injure
Holly or her baby.  Each stroke left a red welt on Holly's pregnant belly,
and felt like a little bee sting.  Holly was yelping with each stroke when
he was done with her.  The third man wanted to use a cane, the same one he
had used on Holly's ass -- but she started yelling, remembering how much
the cane had hurt.  The man told her he would use very light strokes, and
Holly finally agreed to submit to him.  He started with a very light stoke
across her belly, making her whole body jerk reflexively, but it didn't
hurt too much.  He continued, moving up and down across the width of her
big protruding belly, the cane leaving light red welts with each stroke. 
One of the men watching called out, "Work on her tits!" The man lifted the
cane and gave Holly a stroke across her breasts, and Holly yelped in
surprise.  The cane left a long red welt across both of her tits above the
nipples, and Holly had tears in her eyes from the intense pain.  The man
gave her another stroke, this one landing just below her areolas, and Holly
let out a short scream.  The man grinned at her, then poked at her hanging
boobs with the tip of the cane.  Her tits jiggled and bounced as the man
poked her again and again.  She looked down at her breasts, and she was
embarrassed to see how long and erect her nipples were -- they revealed how
much her body enjoyed this, even if her mind hated it.  The man poked her
left nipple, and Holly glared at him -- but she felt her vagina creaming
between her legs, so hot and wet and sticky.  He poked her right nipple,
and Holly closed her eyes and groaned as a gush of pussy slime flowed out
of her slit and ran down her thighs, glistening in the lights.  Her cunt
was itching like mad, but her legs were spread and cuffed so she couldn't
rub her thighs together to get some relief.  She moved her legs as far as
she could, yearning for the incredible itching to stop, but it just got
worse.  Suddenly the man raised the cane and gave her a stroke directly
across both nipples, and Holly screamed like an animal.  The pain was like
nothing she had ever felt before -- sharp and intense and hot, burning in
her breasts like fire.  A long red welt immediately appeared across both
tits, and her nipples stung like she had been stung by wasps.  She screamed
again and again, but the pain lingered.  Her face was soaked with heavy
sweat, and the rest of her body was dripping from the intense shock her
body had received.  The man gave Holly one more stroke on the underside of
her breasts, making her scream one more time, and then she was told she
could go home.

   CHAPTER 45: After the Party

   David helped Holly take off the leather bondage outfit and put on her
clothes, and they left quickly.  Holly was crying from the pain all through
her body, and David knew something would have to be done before she went
back to the studio -- some of the marks on her body might be visible when
she was in costume, and that couldn't be allowed to happen.  He helped her
take a bath, and rubbed some ointment on her bruises and the welts left by
the whip and cane.  The next morning, the red welts across her breasts
looked vicious, and she applied some makeup to cover the welts on her
breasts that would show if she had to wear a low-cut costume.  She got
through the day without anyone noticing anything, although it was hard for
her to sit down because of the bruises and blisters on her buttocks and the
back of her legs.  It took a week for her injuries to fade away, and then
David brought up the idea of more S&M parties.  At first Holly was adamant
in her refusals, but David kept talking, and by the end of January he had
Holly at least thinking about doing more parties.  He had another S&M club
in Encino all lined up, just waiting to set a date for a party, and Holly
finally agreed to do it on January 31.  David had located a stronger drug
to give to Holly to increase her sex drive, and the new pills were a lot
stronger than the drugs he had used before.  The new drug was a
gonadotropin-releasing hormone that acted directly on the hypothalamus, the
pleasure center in the brain -- and David had found some pills that
combined the hormone with a small amount of cocaine for an extra boost.  He
started Holly on the new pills three days before the party, and within 24
hours she was climbing the walls.  There were still two days of shooting on
"Charmed" before the party on Saturday night, and Holly was going a little
bit crazy.  The pills made her twitchy and irritable, because they acted
directly on her brain, making her crave the satisfaction of sexual activity
-- it was like her whole body was itching and she couldn't scratch the
itch. Twice on the first day of shooting, she took David into her dressing
room during short breaks and asked him -- begged him, really -- to reach up
under her skirt and masturbate her clit until she had an orgasm.  Two more
times, he saw her standing in the shadows on the set, rubbing her groin
against a bedpost or doorknob until her whole body spasmed.  She was like a
bitch in heat -- couldn't get enough sex to keep her satisfied for more
than a few minutes.

   That night at home, Holly asked David to have sex with her, the first
time in months that she had wanted it.  She practically attacked him,
squatting over him and lowering her body until his cock penetrated her
pussy, then fucking herself on his dick, working so hard she was sweating
like a pig, raising and lowering her big pregnant belly wildly until she
exploded in an orgasm.  David dumped his load inside her, but she wanted
more.  She went to the kitchen and came back with a champagne bottle and
asked him to fuck her with it.  She lay down on the floor, completely
naked, and raised her legs, spreading them to give him easy access to her
vagina.  She thrust her hips against the bottle with every stroke David
gave her, and she had four orgasms before she let him stop.  All through
the night, while David tried to sleep, Holly kept masturbating every half
hour or so, and by morning her side of the bed was soaked with pussy slime
and a little blood where the bottle had lacerated the walls of her pussy.
She was worn out, but they had one more day of shooting on the set, so she
dragged herself into the bathroom.  David made sure she took her
"vitamins," as he had described the sex drugs to her, and he could hear her
masturbating in the bathtub.  They were half an hour late getting to the
studio, something Holly never did.  That day seemed to last forever.  Holly
was almost feverish, and she must have had 25 orgasms before the end of
shooting at 7 PM -- four times they had to send someone to get her back
from her dressing room, where she kept going to masturbate.  At home that
night, she kept asking about the sex party, and David knew she was
desperate to have sex with any man she could find -- and some pain might
add to the intensity of her emotions.  David couldn't wait to see what
would happen.

   CHAPTER 46: Holly's Second S&M Party

   Holly was exhausted Saturday morning at dawn, after another night of
masturbating.  She fell asleep with her hands between her legs, and David
left her there while he made the final arrangements for the party that
night.  The bedroom smelled like pussy, and there was another big wet spot
on the sheet where Holly's vaginal secretions had leaked out and soaked in.
Her cunt creamed heavily all night while she was masturbating, and she was
laying there naked in a pool of her own slimy juices.  David went
downstairs and called Frank, the guy from the S&M club, who told him
everything was set up.  The party would be at their building, where they
had meetings several times each month, with the owners bringing their
slaves and putting on a little show for the other members.  Frank said it
had been a long time since they had a pregnant girl to work on, and he
warned David, as he had before, that things could get pretty rough.  Some
of the men went a little crazy when they got a chance to hurt a pregnant
girl, and Holly -- or her baby -- could end up with some injuries.  David
told him that was fine.  David knew there was a good chance that Holly's
baby was going to be a nigger or spic or chink, since she had been fucked
by so many men before she got pregnant -- and nobody would care if a nigger
baby died, least of all Holly.  For that matter, David wasn't all that
concerned about Holly herself.  He thought of her as a commodity, a pretty
body to be sold to as many men as possible, and of course he wanted her in
good enough shape to sell again and again.  But some men actually preferred
a woman with bruises, and if the little slut ended up with some permanent
damage, that might not be all bad.  As long as David could keep her
believing that he loved her, and make her think he needed constant proof of
her love for him, there might be no end to what she might do willingly.

   David awakened Holly at 5 PM and she took a bath and got ready for the
party.  Frank had told him what he wanted Holly to be wearing when she
arrived -- a red string bikini, consisting of a thong and a skimpy bra,
plus red ankle strap pumps with 6-inch heels.  David had bought the items a
few days before, and Holly put them on before they left the house.  It was
hard for her to walk in the high heels, with her pregnant belly protruding,
but she made it to the car.  When they arrived at the address in Encino, it
turned out to be a medium-size building in a commercial district, and David
escorted Holly inside.  There were about 40 men there, and they applauded
when she made her entrance.  Holly was blushing as she was led up two steps
onto a raised stage, about 15 feet on a side, There were chairs scattered
around the stage on all sides, and most of the men sat down to watch. 
Frank started the party by taking out a knife and cutting Holly's clothes
off of her.  She froze when she saw the knife, but he carefully lifted the
bra straps off her shoulders as he sliced through them, then pulled on the
elastic between her breasts and cut it, and the pieces of the bra fell to
the floor.  Holly's swollen breasts fell out and bounced heavily as Frank
pulled her thong away from her hips so he could cut it off.  He jerked it
down around her ankles and she kicked it away, and then she was naked. 
There were some bright theatrical lights in the ceiling that revealed every
inch of her body as she stood there, smiling hesitantly.  Frank lifted her
left breast and put his mouth on her nipple, making her gasp as he sucked a
little.  He put one hand between her legs, and Holly threw her head back
and groaned as his fingers found her slit.  The sex drugs had her body
craving satisfaction, and she spread her legs a little and moaned.  But
Frank was just getting her warmed up -- the real fun hadn't started yet.

   There was a pole near the center of the stage, like a stripper pole,
except that it had some metal rings attached at various heights.  Frank
took out some plastic ties and fastened Holly's wrists together behind her
back, then attached them to a metal ring in the pole.  He fastened her
ankles to the pole the same way, with her legs together -- access to her
pussy wasn't the point now.  Being fastened to the pole forced Holly to
stand up straight, and her swollen breasts were glistening with sweat,
jiggling a little as she breathed.  Her protruding belly stuck out
enticingly, curving down the her pussy hidden between her closed legs. 
Frank took out a riding crop, an 18-inch piece of stiff leather attached to
a wood handle.  He ran the leather strip gently over Holly's breasts,
flicking her nipples and making her groan hungrily -- she was hot as a
pistol, right on the edge.  The faint marks from her first S&M party were
still visible on her tits, and Frank traced the lines with the riding crop,
making Holly breath faster as she remembered the pain.  Suddenly Frank
swung the riding crop and brought it down on her left breast, hitting the
top of her arm with the tip of the crop.  The stiff leather made a loud
sharp sound like a gunshot as it dug into the soft pale flesh of Holly's
big breast, and she let out a short, fervent scream.  A bright red blood
blister popped out on her upper arm, and an angry red welt appeared across
her breast.  Frank quickly hit her again, on her right breast, and again
wrenched a loud scream from Holly's throat.  A welt appeared instantly,
starting just below her collarbone and extending down across her big tit,
just missing the areola.  Holly clenched her teeth against the pain, which
felt like a line of wasp stings across her breasts.  The old welts had
almost faded away, but now she would have these new ones to worry about,
and she started to cry, from the pain and the frustration.

   Frank's next move gave Holly even more to cry about -- he gave her a
stroke with the riding crop across her pregnant belly.  He swung the crop
horizontally, and it hit her midway down the protruding mound of her belly.
Her whole body stiffened in fear and panic -- she was so startled, she
didn't even scream.  But the next stroke to her belly, a little above the
first one, tore a scream from her throat.  She struggled to get loose from
the pole, but the plastic ties held her in place.  She looked around for
David, but Frank leaned in close to her sweating face and said softly,
"Nobody can help you now, angel -- just relax and enjoy it," and he gave
her another stroke across the lower part of her belly.  Holly screamed,
tears flooding down her cheeks as her face turned deep red from the pain
and humiliation of what was happening to her.  She looked out at the
audience, the men sitting in the chairs, and she saw that most of them had
opened their pants and were rubbing their penises while they watched her.
She closed her eyes, mortified that she was the main attraction at this
perverted sex show -- but she was powerless to do anything about it.  The
plastic ties hurt, cutting into her wrists and ankles as she stood there
with the cold metal pole against her back and legs.

   Frank motioned to the audience, and another man came up on the stage. 
Frank went and sat down to watch while the man picked up a wire coathanger
that had been straightened out, then doubled over to make a sort of whip
with two parallel lengths of metal about 18 inches long.  He whipped it
through the air a few times, and it made a hissing sound.  Then he gave
Holly a light stroke across the top of her breasts, and she yelped, as much
from fear as from pain.  Two thin red lines appeared on her breasts, but
before she could take a breath, he hit her again, this time swinging the
metal whip upward so he hit the underside of her hanging tits.  This stroke
was harder, and Holly screamed as her jugs bounced upward from the force of
the stroke, then fell back into place.  She couldn't see the marks, but she
could feel them -- the undersides of her breasts were burning like fire. 
Now the man rubbed the cold metal across her nipples, and Holly cringed,
arching her back and bringing her shoulders inward to try to shield her big
tits, but with her arms restrained behind her, there was no way she could
protect herself.  She looked down at her boobs, and was embarrassed to see
how long and stiff her nipples were.  It looked like she was excited by all
this, when she was actually horrified and sick -- but her nipples were
sticking out proudly, like little cocks, and it made her look like a slut
who enjoyed pain.

   The man poked each nipple with the end of the metal whip, making Holly
gasp as he dug the metal into the soft flesh of her areolas and nipples. 
The man caressed both nipples at once, very gently, holding the whip
horizontally, and Holly felt her pussy creaming between her legs -- it felt
so damn good after the pain.  She leaned into the metal, pushing the stiff
cones of her nipples against the whip, moaning a little as waves of
pleasure swept through her breasts and down to her groin.  She had an
orgasm, and a big gush of pussy slime oozed out of her slit, trickling down
her thighs and glistening in the bright lights where the men could see it
-- the little slut was loving this.  Then, without warning, the man lifted
the whip and swung it against Holly's breasts as hard as he could -- and it
landed directly across both nipples.  The sharp sound of metal hitting
flesh hung in the air for a moment before Holly's hoarse scream rang out,
full-throated and harsh, trailing off into a gurgling sound as her head
fell back against the pole and she clamped her eyes shut.  Her whole body
went rigid as the sharp pain cut through her tender breasts like a knife.
It actually felt like her tits had been cut open, and when she finally
opened her eyes and looked down, she was surprised to see no deep wound or
blood gushing out.  There were two angry red welts across her breasts,
going right across her areolas, and both of her nipples had been split when
one of the metal pieces cut into them.  The flesh of her nipples looked
like it had been nicked with a knife, splitting each cone into two parts,
and Holly was horrified.  The pain was just unbelievable, like her nipples
had been stung by wasps, so strong that she felt sick and dizzy, like she
might throw up.  The red lines across her breasts were starting to ooze
some blood, and her nipples were bleeding.  She closed her eyes and
whimpered -- there was nothing else she could do.

   The man rubbed the metal whip across Holly's pregnant belly, and she
cringed.  She knew she might be carrying a nigger baby, and she felt dirty
inside at the thought of it, but her maternal instincts kicked in anyway,
and she felt protective of her unborn baby.  She looked at the man and said
softly, "Please, don't..." and the man drew back the whip and gave her a
hard stroke across her belly, tearing another scream from her throat.  The
thin metal of the coathanger bit into her soft flesh, leaving two long thin
welts across her belly that started oozing blood immediately.  The man
brought the whip down below her belly and gave her a stroke across the
front of her legs, and Holly squealed like a pig.  She received another
stroke across her shins, and then the man moved back up to work on her
tits. She cringed when he rubbed the metal whip against her torn nipples,
and she screamed when he gave her a stroke on the underside of her boobs,
making them bounce wildly.  He worked on the sides of her breasts, giving
her strokes that left thin welts all over her tits -- front, sides, top,
and bottom.  Holly was sobbing by the time he was done with her.

   The next man was tired of listening to Holly scream -- so he started by
gagging her, but not with a ball gag.  He used a leather strap that buckled
around her head, with a four-inch dildo shaped like the top part of an
erect penis on the inside.  He forced the dildo into Holly's mouth as she
struggled, then he buckled the strap behind her head.  The tip of the dildo
was almost touching the back of Holly's throat, and she grimaced as the man
ran his fingers over her face.  She coughed a little, trying not to gag on
the thick dildo -- it felt huge in her mouth -- and she felt saliva running
out of her mouth and dripping off her chin.  She made some snuffling sounds
as she tried to control her breathing, fighting the feeling that she was
being suffocated -- but just as she got her breathing slowed down a little,
the man put his fingers on her nostrils and squeezed them closed -- and she
couldn't breathe.  Holly's eyes widened as she instinctively tried to draw
in air through her mouth, but the gag had it sealed shut.  She tried to
twist her head around and escape the fingers on her nose, but the man put
his other hand behind her head and held her in place with a vise-like grip.
Holly felt hot tears of frustration and panic running down her cheeks as
she struggled, and a low mewling sound came from her throat, like a wounded
animal.  Just as she was about to lose consciousness, the man took his
finger off her nose, and Holly gulped in some air, then kept breathing so
fast that she almost hyperventilated.  She glared up at the man, and he
grinned at her and stuck the tips of his index and middle fingers in her
nostrils, like he was picking her nose.  She panicked again, but she could
get a little air into her lungs through her nose this time, and she
struggled to breathe for a minute or two, until the man took his fingers
out of her nose.  Her had some boogers and snot on his fingers, from her
nose, and he wiped them on her cheek, grinning as Holly closed her eyes in
embarrassment and humiliation/

   The men continued taking turns with Holly, some beating her with a
riding crop, some with the metal coathanger.  The men awaiting their turn
in the audience rubbed their cocks, and occasionally Holly would hear one
of them groan as he climaxed and dumped his load on the floor.  None of the
men cared about having sex with Holly -- they just wanted to abuse her
body, and the seemed to like it a lot better because she was pregnant. 
They finished with her around 2 AM, and released her from the pole.  She
could barely walk, and David helped her down the step from the stage.  She
was naked except for her high heels, because her bra and thong had been
ruined when they were cut off her body.  David got her into the car and
took her home.  She was a mess -- her breasts and belly and legs were
covered with welts and bruises, some of them oozing blood.

   CHAPTER 47: Shannen Helps Holly

   At home, David helped Holly upstairs, then helped her undress in her
bathroom and get into the tub.  She asked him to call Shannen to come over,
and Shannen got there in about an hour, and she started crying when she saw
what the men had done to Holly.  Shannen took off her clothes and got in
the bathtub with Holly and washed her very gently, kissing her welts and
bruises.  Then Shannen dried Holly all over, and applied unguent and
antiseptic and lotion to every welt and cut and bruise on her body, which
took some time because the men had really worked her over.  Shannen led
Holly to the bed and got in beside her, both girls still naked, smelling
fresh and clean and dewy.  Then Shannen gave Holly the best cure she could
-- held her in her arms and just let her cry.  Holly talked a little about
what had happened, and Shannen cried along with her as she listened to what
had happened at the party.  Holly slept a little, and when she awoke,
Shannen looked at her with love and offered her breast, and Holly began to
nurse on Shannen's tit, curling into a fetal position as she sucked.  After
a while, an amazing thing happened -- Holly raised her head and looked at
Shannen with tears of gratitude in her eyes, then offered her own swollen
breast to Shannen.  Shannen made a little mewling sound in her throat and
took the offered nipple in her mouth and started to nurse -- and soon
Holly's milk started to flow.  This can happen as early as the second
trimester in pregnant women, and the yellowish leakage is called colostrum.
This is the first food the baby will get.  and the most important as it is
full of antibodies to help protect and strengthen the baby's immune system.
White milk usually starts to flow from the breasts within the baby's first
72 hours of life.

   Colostrum is a thick and sticky, yellow to orange colored milk that is
created by the breasts to give the baby the nutrition he needs immediately
after birth.  It is low in fat, high in carbohydrates and has a laxative
effect on the baby which helps him pass the first meconium stools that are
sitting in his intestines.  This also helps get rid of the bile and helps
lessen the chance of jaundice in the newborn.  Not only does it provide
nutrition, but also contains cells that act as agents in protecting the
newborn against germs.  The concentration of immune factors is much higher
in the colostrum than it is in the later mature milk that the baby will
receive when the mother's milk comes in.  As Shannen nursed on Holly's
swollen breast and swallowed the colostrum, she didn't realize that she
would be helping her body in another way.

   Shannen had been diagnosed with Crohn's disease when she was 21, but
kept it a secret because its symptoms are so embarrassing.  Abdominal pain
was her initial symptom of the disease, feeling like bad cramps and not
relieved by defecation.  She has experienced diarrhea, which is sometimes
bloody, and often results in large-volume watery feces.  When she
defecates, her feces range from solid to watery.  When the disease flares
up, Shannen sometimes has to have more than 20 bowel movements per day, and
has to get up at night to defecate.  Visible bleeding in her feces happens
a lot, but bloody bowel movements are typically intermittent, and are
bright or dark red in color.  Sometimes the bleeding is heavy, much worse
than her menstrual periods, and flatulence and bloating almost always occur
when the disease flares up.  Vomiting and nausea usually indicate the
beginnings of an obstruction in her small bowel, often accompanied by
sclerosing cholangitis, an inflammation of the bile ducts.  Shannen also
suffers from itchiness and pain around her anus, caused by inflammation,
fistulization, or abscess around her anal area, or anal fissures.  She gets
skin tags around her anus from the disease -- bits of skin that project
from the surrounding skin and may appear attached to the skin, flesh
colored or more deeply pigmented, and either simply raised above the
surrounding skin or with a stalk, so that the skin tag hangs from the skin.
Around her mouth, Shannen sometimes gets non-healing sores -- aphthous
ulcers -- that have to be treated by a doctor.  But the worst, most
embarrassing facet of the disease is the fecal incontinence that Shannen
has to live with during flareups -- the elasticity of her anal sphincter is
temporarily lost, and feces can leak out of her anus.  If she is standing
up when this occurs, the feces can actually run down her legs, which has
happened a few times.  One of the reasons Shannen is known for volatility
and what appears to be mercurial behavior is that she never knows when her
Crohn's disease will flare up, and she has to live every day with the
possibility of major embarrassment and shame.

   The colostrum from Holly's breasts contained natural enzymes that would
counteract many of the effects of Shannen's disease, though she didn't know
or care about that at the moment -- she was just enjoying the heavenly
feeling of Holly's erect nipple between her lips.  The thick liquid flowed
slowly into Shannen's mouth, and she swallowed it greedily, her hands
moving on Holly's big tits, massaging the globes of soft flesh to get more
milk to flow.  Holly was in heaven herself, or as close as she could be
with all the welts and bruises on her body.  Shannen's lips on the stiff
cones of her nipples were driving Holly crazy -- so insistent, moving
constantly against the sensitive hard flesh of her nipples and areolas. 
She cradled Shannen's head like a baby, murmuring soft sounds as she arched
her back, offering the sweetness of her milk to her best friend.  Holly
moved her hand down to Shannen's own breast and touched it, and Shannen
gasped a little as her nipples stiffened.  She caressed Holly's boobs,
wanting more of her milk, craving the feelings of security and stability
that she was feeling so strongly.

   After Shannen had nursed for half an hour, she kissed Holly's breasts,
then raised her head and kissed Holly, opening her mouth and letting her
tongue touch Holly's.  Shannen moved her hand down between Holly's legs as
Holly spread them, opening herself for her friend and her lover, and
Shannen began to touch Holly's slit, her fingers grazing the erect clitoris
at the top of the slit.  Holly thrust her hips a little, wanting more, and
Shannen put her fingers on either side of Holly's clit and massaged it
gently, and Holly exploded in an orgasm that left her breathless.  Shannen
moved her fingers insistently against Holly's hard clit, bringing her to
four more orgasms in less than a minute and leaving Holly exhausted -- and
grateful.  Holly put her own hand between Shannen's legs, and the two girls
masturbated each other for almost an hour, sometimes going very slowly,
almost not moving their hands, then speeding up until both of them were
moaning and begging for the release of an orgasm, then pinching each
other's clits at the same moment, so their bodies went rigid as their
orgasms spread out from their wet cunts.  By the time they were ready for
sleep, the bed was soaked with their vaginal secretions, and the room
smelled like a whorehouse.  Holly fell asleep with two of Shannen's fingers
in her pussy, moving gently and very slowly until Shannen fell asleep
herself.

   CHAPTER 48: Holly Wants More

   The next morning, Holly confronted David, telling him she couldn't do
any more parties for a while.  Her body was torn and bruised all over, and
she had to be back at the damn studio in 24 hours for more filming.  David
took her in his arms and stroked her, physically and mentally, and once
again he brought her around.  Any other woman, subjected to this kind of
abuse by her supposed "boyfriend," would have figured out that he was using
her, prostituting her for his own profit.  Holly was six months pregnant, a
time when she should be taking care of herself and her unborn child, and
she just spent the night allowing herself to be beaten and abused for the
pleasure of a bunch of perverts -- while her "boyfriend" watched and drank
beer.  Any other woman would get out and never look back -- but Holly was
in love, totally seduced by David's charm and manner, truly believing he
loved her and was so insecure that he needed her to show him that she loved
him back.  She was thinking exactly the same way as hundreds of 14-year-old
runaway girls that get off the bus in big cities every day, with no money
and lots of dreams, and then they meet a man who wants to help them.  He
"helps" by getting the girl hooked on drugs, then turning her into a street
prostitute and working her 16 hours a day until she's 18 but looks 40, worn
out and wrinkled and sick and desperate -- and that's when he sells her one
last time, maybe to a guy making a snuff film, and the stupid little bitch
ends up with a cock in her pussy and another one in her mouth, giving the
last blowjob of her short life while she looks into the eyes of the man who
has his cock in her mouth, and he loops a leather belt around her neck and
begins to strangle her slowly, telling her he'll stop as soon as she makes
him cum.  The little whore sucks his cock greedily, her eyes wide open and
her cheeks caved in as she tries so hard to get him to ejaculate in her
mouth -- and he does, just as he tightens the belt around her neck and
squeezes her miserable life out of her.  The last thing the girl sees is a
video camera moving in for a closeup of her worn-out face with a big cock
in her mouth, and she has time to gulp down a few mouthfuls of his warm
sperm before she dies.  The rest of his load oozes out of her mouth as he
holds her head in place and finishes cumming, thrusting into her mouth as
her eyes stare up at him lifelessly.

   Holly didn't know it yet, but that's where she was headed, seduced by a
smooth-talking man that just wanted her body making money for him -- but
David soon had her believing, once again, that he loved her and wanted the
best for her.  She made up her mind at that moment, and brought up a
subject they had talked about a little -- marriage.  She wanted her baby to
have a name when he was born, not come into the world as a bastard, and she
told David she wanted him to marry her.  She knew her baby might be "the
wrong kind" -- a nigger or spic or chink -- but her maternal instincts were
too strong for her to deny, and she craved the comforts of marriage and a
baby.  David was a little startled to hear her say all this, after what he
had put her through in the past few months -- but then again, this meant
that he was succeeding far beyond his hopes, since all he had wanted was
for Holly to be pliable enough to agree to keep doing the parties and
earning money for him.  If she wanted to get married, well, why not?  He
certainly didn't want to spend his life with a stupid whore like Holly, but
he could divorce the little bitch any time he wanted, so why not?  When he
told her he would marry her, Holly's smile was like an angel, and they
kissed and held each other for a long time.

   David suggested Valentine's Day for the wedding, and of course Holly was
overjoyed at the timing.  It was only two weeks away, though, and she
wasn't sure she would have enough time to heal before the ceremony, but
David brushed all that aside.  The following days were a whirl of
arrangements and scheduling and confusion, made worse by the necessity of
shooting the series every day.  Shannen volunteered to help, since she
wasn't working at the moment, and that took a huge load off Holly's mind.
Holly had a session every day with a dermatologist who worked on the welts
and bruises and blisters she had suffered at the S&M parties, applying
ointments and salves to speed up the healing process.  Holly wanted to look
perfect for her wedding, but her body looked so raw and rough, with all the
marks from the whippings and abuse she had taken, she was terribly worried
-- but in the second week of treatments, with only a few days until the
wedding, her skin somehow started to look more normal, and by the day
before the wedding, there were only thin, faint lines and marks where she
had been hit.  The blisters on her buttocks and the back of her legs were
just faint reddish spots, invisible from a distance, and she began to relax
a little.

   Holly wasn't completely happy with some of the things David did, though.
She and Shannen had gone shopping for a wedding dress, and found the
perfect one at a small store in Beverly Hills: an ivory dress, strapless,
with a top made of crinkly chiffon, and white lace on the top and skirt. 
The dress was covered with chiffon and had a lace-up back and a chapel
train.  The top was decorated with lace and hand-made flowers, which were
repeated in the white veil, and the skirt was covered with tulle, decorated
with flowers.  It was the most beautiful wedding dress Holly had ever seen,
and she and Shannen both started crying after she bought it.  But when she
told David about it, he told her he wanted to go another way at the
ceremony.  He told her how beautiful she was, with her pregnant belly
protruding proudly, and he said he wanted the guests at the wedding to see
how beautiful she looked.  Holly blushed, and thought how lucky she was --
most men hated looking a pregnant women, but David enjoyed it and wanted to
share it.  David told her he wanted her to wear her beautiful veil, with
white stockings and white designer pumps with five-inch heels and narrow
ankle straps -- but he didn't want her to wear her wedding dress.  Holly
had always been a little radical in her behavior, and even though she
didn't say much to David, the idea of walking down the aisle dressed that
way made her feel SO sexy and hot!  She and Shannen enjoyed dressing in
very short skirts to tease men when they went out clubbing, and David's
ideas appealed to Holly's sense of wildness.  So she agreed, and the day
before the wedding, David revealed where it would take place.  He had
booked the chapel at San Ysidro Ranch in Montecito, a beautiful resort
where John and Jackie Kennedy had spent their honeymoon.  Holly put her
arms around him and hugged him -- this was like a fairy tale coming true,
the wedding of her dreams.

   CHAPTER 49: Holly's Wedding

   Holly and David drove down to Montecito early on Saturday morning,
arriving at the ranch around 10 AM.  They had invited only a few friends
and family, and it would be a small ceremony -- but it was the biggest
thing that had ever happened for Holly, and she was walking on clouds. 
Shannen met them and showed Holly where the dressing room was, and helped
her unload the car while David went to check on things.  The ceremony was
scheduled for 2 PM, but it seemed like the time was flying by.  There were
people to do Holly's hair and nails, and by noon they were finished.  Her
wedding apparel was all laid out and ready for her -- veil, stockings, and
high heels.  Holly was relaxing and trying to calm down when David came in
and said they needed to talk.  He handed her a small gift-wrapped box, and
she smiled radiantly as she opened it -- but her smile faded when she
lifted the tissue paper and saw a pair of nipple clamps with a heavy silver
chain joining them together.  Each clamp had a large alligator-type clip
with sharp metal teeth, and they looked like they would be painful.  Holly
stared up at David, and he took her hand and started to talk.  He told her
once again how insecure he was in her love for him, and said he needed
reinforcement to assuage his doubts.  He said he had gotten the nipple
clamps as a special wedding present for her, not just to hurt her, but to
provide her with another way to prove her love for him.  By wearing the
clamps on her breasts during the ceremony, he told her, she could send him
a strong message of love and devotion that he would treasure forever.  He
leaned down and kissed Holly's hand, and as usual her heart melted.  She
told him she did love him, and of course she would wear the clamps for him.

   Then David told Holly more about the ceremony and some things he had
planned, and Holly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  He told her he
wanted to show symbolically that he was renouncing all other women except
her -- and he wanted to do that by having sex with Shannen during the
ceremony.  He said he had already talked to Shannen about this, and she was
cool with it.  The important thing was that he would fuck Shannen during
the entire ceremony, but he would NOT cum inside her.  His fucking Shannen
would symbolize all his prior encounters with women -- but at the climactic
moment, he would withdraw from Shannen's cunt and insert his erect penis in
Holly's mouth, the most intimate contact a woman can have with a man, and
then he would honor Holly by anointing her with his most precious
possession, his warm, sweet sperm.  Holly's swallowing of his semen would
conclude the ceremony, bonding them together forever.

   Holly sort of liked the idea, and that was mostly because it would be
Shannen, her best friend, making love with David.  Holly knew Shannen loved
her as much as she loved Shannen, and Holly did not feel threatened when
she thought about this happening.  She loved the symbolism, and the rawness
of it appealed to the rebel in her.  Her mother and all the other guests
would see her with David's cock in her mouth, but why should that bother
her?  She was so proud to be getting married to him, she loved the idea of
showing her love so publicly.  David has also written special sets of vows
he wanted them both to use.  His vows went like this: "Holly, you are the
best thing that ever happened to me.  I will be faithful to you in sickness
and in health if you will be my wedded wife." But Holly's vows were just a
bit more risque: "David, I love you and I will prove it every day for the
rest of my life.  I worship you with every part of my body, and everything
I have belongs to you." Holly agreed to say her vows at the ceremony, and
David left her with Shannen to get ready.

   Holly asked Shannen if she had any problem with doing the ceremony, and
Shannen said she had agreed because she liked the symbolism, and Holly
agreed with her.  Holly smiled and said, "You better not enjoy it too much,
you slut!" Shannen grinned and replied, "I'm not the one getting married
while I'm seven months pregnant, you whore!" They both laughed, then
Shannen told Holly she was having a bad flareup of her Crohn's disease,
with a lot of pain around her anus.  She was concerned about having an
"accident" during the ceremony, if her bowels became incontinent, but she
thought she would be OK.  She had several aphthous ulcers around her mouth,
dark purple and looking like large big ugly pimples, but she couldn't do
anything about them.  She said they were itching like mad, but she couldn't
scratch them or they might get infected.  The area around her anus was also
terribly itchy, and she kept shifting in her seat while she talked to
Holly.

   It was time, and Shannen helped Holly get dressed for the ceremony. 
Shannen's dress was light green, very sheer, and she wasn't wearing any
underwear, so it would be easy for David to penetrate her.  Her shoes were
light blue pumps with six-inch heels, and the toes were very long and
pointy.  She would keep her shoes on while David was having sex with her.
The two girls went out to the vestibule, and Shannen attached the nipple
clamps to Holly's breasts.  Holly winced as the metal clips bit into the
soft flesh of her areolas and nipples, and when Shannen released the chain,
it was so heavy that it distended Holly's nipples, making them hurt even
more.  Shannen handed her the small bouquet of flowers she would carry,
then kissed Holly on the lips, then smiled and went through the door into
the chapel.  Holly glanced down one more time at the faint marks on her
breasts and her belly, and decided it was too late to worry about them any
more.  The doors opened, and she started down the aisle.

   All the guests turned their heads, and Holly could hear gasps as she
moved slowly up the aisle alone as the recorded music played.  Her swollen
breasts were jiggling and bouncing with every step, and the chain between
the nipple clamps was swinging back and forth, pulling on her nipples and
bringing tears of pain to her eyes.  She was very aware of her protruding
belly -- it felt huge, and it was so heavy that her back was giving her a
lot of pain.  Her pussy was burning between her legs, and she was creaming
so much, she could feel a little trickle of juice running down her thighs
as she walked.  She was trying to stand up straight, and it seemed to take
forever to get to the front of the chapel.  She had her hands clasped in
front of her, just below the big globes of her breasts, holding the bouquet
of flowers, and she tried to keep her boobs from bouncing as she walked,
but they were just too big and swollen.  Finally she reached the front of
the chapel, where David and the Justice of the Peace were waiting.  Shannen
was standing across from David, where Holly would stand during the
ceremony, and as Holly reached them, Shannen smiled at her and stepped over
to the altar, a heavy table made of ornately carved wood at the front of
the chapel.  She turned to face the guests, then reached down and pulled
her dress up around her waist, exposing her pussy, and pulled the top of
the dress down so her breasts were exposed.  She sat on the altar, then lay
back across it.  The altar was not very deep, and Shannen's head hung off
the opposite side.  There was barely room for her buttocks on top of the
altar, so she lifted her legs and spread them, holding them in the air with
her high heels dangling.

   David took Holly's hand and they stepped up to stand before the altar,
with David standing between Shannen's open legs.  He unzipped his formal
trousers and took out his penis, which was already erect, and he inserted
it in Shannen's slit.  She gasped as she was penetrated, and lifted her
legs a little more to help him get deeper inside her.  The Justice of the
Peace stood on the opposite side of the altar, facing David and Holly and
the guests.  His crotch was right behind Shannen's head, which was hanging
off the altar upside down -- and she reached under his coat and unzipped
his trousers, then took out his soft penis.  The JP looked down at her, his
face frozen with surprise -- and then he smiled a little as she took his
cock in her mouth.  He stepped in closer, so her head was between his legs,
and opened his little book to begin the ceremony.  David was moving his
hips forward and backward slowly, sliding his cock in and out of Shannen's
pussy, and her high heels were dangling in the air as her legs moved with
each thrust.  The JP began to speak, but he had to clear his throat,
disconcerted by speaking while Shannen was sucking his cock.  He began in
the traditional way, welcoming the guests and telling them the reason for
the gathering, and then he asked David to pronounce his vows.  David
couldn't turn to face Holly while he was fucking Shannen, so he swiveled
the upper part of his body to Holly, continuing to thrust into Shannen's
twat as he took Holly's hand and said his vows.  Then it was Holly's turn,
and as she said, "I worship you with every part of my body, and everything
I have belongs to you," she moved her hand over her breasts and her
pregnant belly, indicating she belonged to him completely.  There was a
short silence then, because the JP was about to cum.  Shannen had her hands
on his scrotum, massaging his testicles, and he grunted a little as she
brought him to a climax, then he closed his eyes and ejaculated in her
mouth.  Shannen swallowed his load, making some slurping sounds as she
licked up all his sperm.  She got so excited sucking the cock, she lost
control of her sphincter because of her Crohn's disease, and a wet pooping
sound came from between her buttocks as she farted several times.  A strong
smell spread through the room as some watery feces oozed out of her ass and
ran down the front of the altar, but there was nothing she could do about
it.  David didn't seem to notice her bowel problems -- he was too busy
screwing her.

   David was almost ready to cum, and he thrust into Shannen's pussy
harder, forcing more shit out of her anus.  He was holding Holly's hand and
looking into her eyes as he fucked her best friend, and they both heard the
farting noises as Shannen involuntarily released more feces.  Shannen was
so hot from getting fucked this way, with all the people watching, she had
an orgasm, and when she clenched her muscles, it made more shit leak out of
her ass with a loud farting sound.  The smell was overpowering now, but
David kept fucking her because he needed to cum.  After a few more deep
thrusts, he reached for Shannen's hands and pulled her up to a sitting
position on the altar, and he pulled his throbbing cock out of her snatch.
She got down off the altar and stepped to the side as Holly quickly
squatted in front of David, her pregnant belly hanging heavily in front of
her.  She took his erection in her mouth and sucked hard, and the JP
prompted David, whose voice was choked and unsteady as he said, "With this
sperm, I thee wed." He thrust into Holly's mouth a few times, then
ejaculated heavily.  Holly gasped as her mouth was flooded with warm sticky
sperm, and she swallowed as fast as she could, gulping down one mouthful
after another of David's thick jism.  He reached down and lifted Holly's
left hand, and slid the wedding ring on her finger as she used her other
hand to squeeze his testicles, milking all the semen out of him.  He held
her by her ears and fucked her face, slowing down as he finished cumming.
After a moment, the JP said, "You may kiss the bride," and David helped
Holly stand up slowly as she swallowed the last of his sperm.  She used the
edge of her veil to wipe his semen off her lips, then raised the veil so he
could kiss her.  The guests applauded and cheered as Holly and David smiled
happily.

   Shannen had rearranged her dress, and she had tears of happiness in her
eyes as she patted Holly's arm and smiled.  She slipped out the side door
of the chapel to go and clean herself up -- she could feel the feces
running down her legs, and she smelled like a dirty toilet.  Her anus was
on fire from the Crohn's disease, and her pussy was on fire from getting
fucked by David, so she walked with her legs apart, trying to keep shit and
vaginal secretions from getting on her dress.

   CHAPTER 50: The Reception

   David walked Holly next door to the reception hall, where a caterer had
set up a wedding cake and lots of refreshments.  Holly told David she
wanted to take off the nipple clamps, and he removed them himself, then
kissed both of her nipples.  They were burning with pain, but having the
damn clamps off helped.  She massaged her breasts a little, but stopped
when some colostrum started to leak out of her nipples.  Shannen came in
then, and wanted to talk to Holly.  Shannen's dress had some dark stains
from the feces leaking out of her ass, but she didn't have anything else to
wear except her jeans and t-shirt.  Holly was standing there almost naked,
and she told Shannen to just take off her dress.  Shannen grinned at her
and did it, raising the dress over her head and tossing it over in the
corner.  The two girls laughed, and the guests enjoyed a nice view of their
nakedness.  Shannen was incredibly horny after the ceremony, and Holly told
her she should enjoy herself -- so Shannen sat down on an upholstered chair
and spread her legs, raising them and resting them on the arms of the
chair, with her high heels dangling in the air.  She ran her fingers
lightly over her slit, then held her labia open with one hand while she
inserted two fingers in her pussy and started to fuck herself, smiling at
the men who had turned to watch her.  She thrust her groin forward lewdly,
then took her fingers out of her twat and used both hands to spread her
pussy lips wide apart, so the men could see the pinkness inside her vagina.
She wiggled her hands a little, moving her labia back and forth as she
licked her lips slowly.  "Anybody want a ride?" she asked softly.  One man
was already coming over to her, and she reached for his trousers and
unzipped him.  He mounted her quickly, plunging his erect penis deep into
her cunt in one hard stroke as she grunted with pain and pleasure.  He
started to fuck her, and the other guests moved over near them and formed a
circle around the chair, attracted by the rawness of the feral sensuality
that filled the room with electricity.  Shannen had her eyes closed and her
arms around her fucker, hugging him against her as he gave her a good
screwing.  She raised her legs off the arms of the chair, clasping her
thighs tight around the man's hips, her high heels dangling and bouncing
around as his thrusts into her cunt made her whole body jerk rhythmically.
She was moaning, wanting him to cum, needing to feel the warmth and
stickiness of his sperm inside her after the disappointment of watching
David give his sperm to Holly during the ceremony.  Shannen tightened her
arms around her fucker and kissed him, pushing her tongue deep into his
mouth, and he groaned as he ejaculated.  Shannen mewled with satisfaction
as she felt her vagina filling up with his semen, and she thrust her hips
hard against his, wanting every inch of his cock inside her while he was
cumming.  He dumped a huge load of jism in her cunt, so much that some of
it leaked out when he pulled his cock out of her.  He looked down at her
and said, "You're a great fuck," and Shannen smiled up at him gratefully.
She was sweating, but she made no move to sit up in the chair -- she just
stayed where she was, with warm cum oozing out of her twat, looking around
at the other men.  One of them stepped over in front of her, and she
reached for his zipper immediately.

   All the men took turns with Shannen, except for David.  Each man fucked
her as long as he could before he flooded her pussy with his semen, and it
took more than two hours for her to service all of them.  By the time they
finished with her, the room was redolent of pussy -- it smelled like a
whorehouse -- and Shannen was a real mess.  Her eye makeup had been ruined
by her heavy sweating, and she had dark trails running down her cheeks. 
Her face was flushed from being gang-banged for so long, and her legs ached
from holding them in the air all the time she was being screwed.  The front
of the chair was covered with sperm that had leaked out of her pussy, and
she had long white strings of jism on her legs and stomach.  Holly watched
the whole thing, and just wished it was her laying there getting all the
attention.  The sex booster drugs in her system were making her crazy for
cocks, and she had to just sit there and watch while Shannen got to enjoy
all those nice big erections for herself.  David was sitting with Holly,
and he leaned over to her and whispered, "Do you want some of that?"
Holly's face lit up as she grinned at him and nodded.  She asked him, "Are
you sure it's OK -- it's our wedding day, and we haven't consummated
yet...?" David told her, "I think it'll be hot, watching you consummate our
marriage by having sex with as many other men as you want.  This is YOUR
special day...  you should enjoy it." Holly squeezed his hand, then stood
up and walked over to Shannen's chair.  Holly looked down at Shannen, and
Shannen grinned and motioned her to join in.

   One of the men moved another chair over next to Shannen's, and Holly sat
down, then slid down so she was almost laying down on her back.  She raised
her legs and spread then, catching the heels of her shoes on the arms of
the chair.  Her legs were spread wide apart, and her wet pussy was visible
under the big mound of her pregnant belly.  Her swollen breasts sat atop
her chest like two volleyballs, the nipples fully erect and sticking
straight up in the air.  A man came and stood in front of her, and Holly
motioned for him to mount her.  He positioned his cock in front of her
pussy, then drove into her, making her gasp as his erection filled her
vagina.  Her belly rolled back and forth as the man started to fuck her
gently, and she looked up at him and said, "Do it hard...  I need it that
way," and the man started reaming out her cunt.  Holly reached out and
grasped Shannen's hand, and the girls held hands while the both got fucked.
Holly's guy was ready to cum in only a few minutes, and he looked at her
with a question in his eyes -- should he pull out?  -- but Holly held him
against her and whispered, "Cum inside me..." She moaned a little as he
ejaculated in her twat, filling her vagina with his thick creamy jism.

   There were only 13 men at the reception, but all of them fucked Holly.
Some of them had already screwed Shannen, and their second cum inside Holly
was thin and watery, but she didn't care -- she just needed hard cocks
inside her.  The men sort of lay on top of her while they were doing her,
and it hurt to have their weight pressing down on her pregnant belly, but
she didn't say a word -- she was too happy to be on the receiving end of
their erections.  The guests started to drift away after a while, and Holly
and Shannen got dressed.  They left for home around midnight, David and
Holly in David's car and Shannen in hers.  David and Holly had to be back
at the studio on Monday morning for more shooting on "Charmed."

   CHAPTER 51: Making the Most of Holly's Pregnancy

   Holly was eight months pregnant now, and her belly and breasts were
getting bigger every day.  She had gained 30 pounds since she got pregnant,
and she seemed to gain a little more every day.  Her face was very round
and chubby, and her arms and legs looked like she was wearing a "fat suit."
For most men, her appearance made her a huge turn-off -- but not all men.
David had stayed in contact with some of the sex clubs in the area, and now
that Holly was in her third trimester, it was time to put her to work
earning money for him.  When she gave birth, the money would dry up
instantly, so David had to milk her condition for every dollar he could
while she was so hugely pregnant.  He had kept her on the sex booster
drugs, disguised as vitamins, and she was horny all the time now.  Her
pussy and her breasts itched a lot, which was one of the side effects of
the drugs David was giving her.  She had developed hemorrhoids in her sixth
month of pregnancy, and her anal area was painful and itchy all the time.
She talked to David, imploring him to find some relief for her, and it was
easy for him to steer her toward sex parties as a way of taking her mind
off the various problems with her body.  She hated the way she looked now/
She had always felt fat, and she had huge problems with her self-image
going back to age 12.  So it was easy for David to convince her that there
were some men who liked to see and touch women in her condition.

   At the studio, they were filming the "Hyde School Reunion" episode, the
first one where Holly was filmed without hiding her pregnancy, since her
character, Piper, was pregnant at this point in the series.  It was a
relief to stop wearing big skirts or standing behind furniture to hide her
pregnancy, but Holly was acutely aware of how big and pudgy she looked, and
she was constantly trying on different costumes to make herself look
better, but it was mostly an impossible task -- she was 5 feet 2 and
weighed 155 pounds, and that's hard to hide.  You can see from her facial
expressions in this episode that she was upset and irritable -- she seems
to have a frown on her face in every scene, and keeps shifting her body
around.

   After filming was completed on this episode, the series had a three-week
hiatus due to pre-emptions on the Fox Network.  It was the perfect time for
David to set up some parties for Holly, and he didn't waste any time -- he
set up the first party for the night after shooting was completed.  It was
only two weeks since the wedding, but the drugs in Holly's system were
keeping her hot and horny all the time, so she was ready to go.

   CHAPTER 52: Holly Does a B&D Party

   The club was in Long Beach, and there were 18 men there when David and
Holly arrived.  This was a B&D club -- bondage and discipline -- and the
first thing they did was tell Holly to strip naked.  She was allowed to
keep her high heels on.  A slave collar was fastened around her neck, with
a leash attached, and she was told to crawl around on her hands and knees
like a bitch.  A man walked her around the room while the other men told
her she was a good little bitch.  Being on her hands and knees hurt Holly
because her big belly was hanging down heavily and swinging back and forth
as she crawled around, but she kept silent.  One of the men stood behind
her and shoved her with the sole of his shoe on her ass, sending her
sprawling flat on her stomach, barely catching herself so she didn't fall
on her baby.  She turned her head and glared at the man, but he just
laughed at her.  He prodded her with the toe of his shoe, kicking her
thighs lightly.  "On your hands and knees, little bitch -- you need to be
walked." The other men laughed as Holly got back in position and the man
led her around again.

   Then Holly was told to stand up, but nobody offered to help her.  It was
hard for her to keep her balance in her high heels with her pregnant belly
protruding and her big tits bouncing around, but she made it to her feet.
Her arms were tied behind her back with two plastic ties, one on her wrists
and one on her elbows, forcing her arms back painfully, and forcing her to
stand up very straight, which made her swollen breasts stick out like
soccer balls attached to her chest.  Two men came and sat at a table, and
Holly was told to serve them coffee and donuts -- without using her hands.
She was told to use nothing but her mouth to do all the serving.  The
coffee cups were on a sideboard, and she took a few steps over to it, then
had to get down on her knees to get the handle of a coffee cup between her
teeth.  She stood up slowly and carefully, sweat popping out on her face
from the effort, and took the cup to the table.  She had to get down on her
knees again so she could set the cup on the table.  As she stood up.  the
man told her to bring a saucer, and she repeated the procedure, going to
the sideboard and getting down on her knees, getting the edge of the saucer
in her teeth, standing up, taking it to the table, getting down on her
knees again, and setting it on the table.  But as she tried to get up, one
of Holly's high heels slipped, and she fell heavily on her left side.  She
screamed, more from fear than from pain, afraid she would injure her baby,
and she couldn't break her fall with her arms because they were tied behind
her.  Holly started crying, laying there naked on the floor, and one of the
men nudged her hip with his shoe.  "Still waiting for our coffee, bitch,"
he told her, and all the men roared with laughter.  Holly rolled around
like a beached whale, trying to get up, but with her arms tied behind her,
she just couldn't do it.  One of the men finally got up and grabbed a
handful of Holly's hair and started to lift her.  She screamed like a
banshee, and he put his other arm across her breasts and manhandled her to
her feet, giving her tits a good squeeze while he got her up.  Then he sat
down again and waited for her.  Holly made a lot more trips back and forth,
and eventually got both men served.

   The men wanted submissiveness and obedience from Holly, but her next
task was not just difficult, it was dangerous.  She was given a pair of
ballet heels and told to put them on.  These were fetish shoes with
eight-inch heels, and they were called ballet heels because the girl's foot
pointed straight down toward the floor when she put them on, like pointe
shoes worn by a ballerina.  Wearing the shoes meant the girl had to walk
around on her toes, and keeping her balance was a very tricky thing.  The
heel provided a little help, but just standing in ballet heels is terribly
painful for a girl without a lot of training and practice, and Holly had
none.  She had taken ballet lessons for a short time when she was ten, but
point shoes didn't force her to keep her toes pointed -- she could resume a
normal stance any time.  Once she put on the ballet heels, she wouldn't
have that choice.  The shoes were much briefer than ballet boots, which
encased the entire foot and ankle, and gave a lot of support for standing
and walking -- the ballet heels had a sole, but it wasn't even as wide as
the girl's foot, and the rest of her foot was totally exposed, except for
the small covering for her toes.  The shoes had thin leather ankle straps
with openings for padlocks, and Holly was given two small padlocks and told
to lock the shoes on her feet after she put them on -- so she wouldn't be
able to take them off until the locks were released, and she wasn't given
the key.

   Holly sat down on the floor to put on the shoes.  They were one size too
small for her -- she had petite feet and wore size 6, but the men had given
her size 5 because they wanted the shoes to hurt.  She had a hard time
forcing her toes into the shoes, and when she fastened the ankle straps,
she found they were too short, so she had to buckle them so tightly that
they cut into her ankles.  She had tears in her eyes as she ran the curved
shanks of the padlocks through the openings in the ankle straps and locked
them.  She tried to stand up, but with her protruding belly, it was very
hard for her.  Not one of the men made the slightest move to help her --
they just sat watching her as she tried to get balanced in the ballet
heels. She got up on one knee, but her pregnant belly was so heavy, it kept
overbalancing her.  Finally she heaved herself up, then almost fell down
when one shoe slipped on the floor, but she got balanced in the shoes.  She
had a grimace on her face from the pain in her feet and ankles -- they were
already hurting after less than a minute of standing up.

   A man told Holly to dance for them.  She sighed heavily, and begged him
not to make her do that, but he just looked at her.  She tried a small
dance step, terrified of falling down, and she had to throw her arms around
to keep her balance.  Her ankles were on fire now, and the muscles in her
calves felt like they were on fire.  The man told her to play with her
breasts while she danced, and Holly frowned at him, but she tried to obey,
cupping her big tits and lifting them and rolling them around.  The man
stood up and walked over to her and told her to put her arms at her sides.
Holly obeyed, and he took her left nipple in his fingers and started to
lead her around.  Holly begged for him to go slow, and she struggled to
keep up in her ballet heels, teetering with every step.  After going around
the room, the man released her nipple and stood behind Holly and a little
to the side.  He put his right hand on her big round ass and caressed her,
and Holly smiled a little -- it felt good.  But then he ran his hand down
to the bottom of her ass crack and pushed her thighs apart, then stuck two
fingers in her pussy.  Holly grimaced as she almost fell down, but she
managed to keep her balance.  The man put the tip of his thumb on her anus
and rubbed it a little, making Holly smile a little, then he slowly worked
his thumb into her rectum.  This made her grunt in pain because of her
hemorrhoids -- the thumb felt like a knife being inserted in her ass.  She
spread her legs a little more, squatting a little with her legs bent at the
knees, to try to help her keep her balance.  Her face had clouded over with
pain and humiliation as she stood there with the man's fingers and thumb
inside her.  He moved them, squeezing her two holes closer together, and
Holly groaned and closed her eyes in embarrassment.  She was completely in
his control -- and he proved it by moving his hand, urging her forward. 
Holly took a hesitant step, being careful to keep her legs bent, but the
mass of her pregnant belly was making her back ache badly.  She wanted to
lean forward to ease the load on her back, but if she did, she would fall
forward, so she tried to bear up.  The man seemed to sense what was going
through her mind, and he told her to stand up straight.  Holly squared her
shoulders and tried to obey, but the man used his other hand to pinch her
left breast, and she took two quick steps forward as she almost lost her
balance.  The men watching her were laughing at her, enjoying her
discomfort and humiliation.  She could hear them talking about her, making
comments about her body.  "Stupid bitch...  fat whore...  looks like she
weighs 200 pounds...  what an ugly little slut..."

   Holly was crying as the man kept walking her around.  Each time she
passed one of the men watching her, he reached out and touched her or
fondled her or pinched her, reminding her that she was not in control of
what has happening to her.  One man took her breast in his mouth and sucked
her nipple, and she was mortified when some colostrum oozed out of her tit.
The man showed her leaking breast to the room, then took her nipple into
his mouth and started nursing on her big tit.  Holly's face was a dark mask
of humiliation -- they were showing her that even her milk was not hers any
more, it belonged to them.  The man took her tit out of his mouth and
squeezed it, hard enough to make her yelp, and a little squirt of yellowish
colostrum spurted out and splashed on the floor.  The men applauded, and
Holly wished she could just die.  They were stripping her femininity away,
showing her that she couldn't feed her baby if they took her milk away from
her.  The man moved his hand between her legs, forcing her forward, and
Holly moved on.  Several other men nursed from her breasts as she was
walked around the room, and tears of shame were streaming down her face
when the man finally took his hand out from between her legs.

   CHAPTER 53: Holly Gets Tested

   Now the men wanted to test Holly's obedience, her willingness to perform
any degrading or humiliating task she was given, even when she knew it
could hurt her -- or her baby.  She was given a very long leather belt and
told the put it around her waist, then to slide it down so it passed over
the biggest part of her pregnant belly -- and then she was told to tighten
the belt as much as she could stand before she buckled it.  Holly's face
was blank as she looped the belt around her waist, leaving the in place in
the back while she slid the front of the belt down so it passed below her
navel.  The belt was narrow, and as she tightened it around her belly, it
started to cut into her soft skin.  She winced and stopped, but some of the
men urged her on.  She looked at them with distaste, then pulled the belt a
little tighter, biting her lip as the pain through her midsection
increased. It felt like a knife point had been run across her skin -- it
burned, and her skin felt like it had been cut.  She started to buckle the
belt, but the men were talking to her, telling her it could be tighter,
telling her to try to tighten it up just a little more.  "Any dirty little
slut can strap a belt around her belly -- this is your chance to show us
you're dirtier than they are.  You know you like being the center of
attention.  We're all watching you -- go on!" Holly frowned, knowing it was
bad for her baby to tighten the belt around her belly -- but what the man
said was true, she DID enjoy all the attention she was getting.  She looked
down at her nipples, and they were so stiff and long, sticking straight out
like little fingers.  She felt them harden even more as she took the end of
the belt and cinched it tighter around her belly, her lips twisting is pain
as the belt cut into her deeply.  There was a little blood seeping out
along the furrow of the belt now, trickling down the underside of Holly's
big mound.  The men kept urging her -- "Tighter, tighter!" -- and Holly
gave one more pull of the free end of the belt, gasping in pain as it
tightened even more.  She quickly buckled it, then clenched her hands into
fists and closed her eyes and breathed fast as she tried to endure the
pain. Her protruding belly had a deep indentation in it now, and she could
feel her insides shifting as she stood there waiting for the pain to ease
off.  A sharp pain hit her, like a cramp but worse, and she bent forward --
but that made the belt tighten more as her big belly was forced against it,
and Holly yelped in pain and stood up straight.  She was crying now, moving
her arms randomly, shaking her fists in the air desperately, making a low
mewling sound in her throat, shifting her legs around.  She had to be
careful of the ballet heels she was still wearing -- it she lost her
balance and fell while wearing the belt, she could really hurt herself. 
She tried putting her arms around the underside of her belly and lifting it
a little, but that made the belt shift in its furrow in her skin, and gave
her a wrenching pain in her back, so she put her arms back at her sides. 
She was moving a little, shifting her feet around as she tried to overcome
the terrible pain.  The men were watching her like she was an animal in a
laboratory -- there was no concern for her welfare or her feelings, just
fascination that a girl could be stupid enough to do this to her own body
while she was pregnant.

   Finally Holly was told she could take off the belt, and she quickly
unbuckled it and let it drop to the floor.  Her big belly had a dark red
line running across it now, with some blood oozing out.  Her skin above and
below the indentation from the belt was very dark red and bruised, starting
to turn purple.  She ran her hands over the line gently, massaging her skin
carefully and wiping away some of the blood.  She was sweating heavily from
the pain in her belly and the effort of standing in her ballet heels for so
long, and one of the men brought a towel to mop her down.  He told her to
raise her arms and spread her legs, then roughly used the towel to wipe her
down like she was a horse -- under her arms, around her tits and belly,
down her legs, then up between her legs.  She had to fight to keep her
balance in her ballet heels as the man rubbed the towel hard against her
groin.  He finished by wiping the towel across Holly's face, and she jerked
her head to the side, trying to keep the foul smell of her own sweat and
vaginal secretions out her mouth and nose as her face reddened with
embarrassment.  The men laughed at her, enjoying her discomfort.

   Holly's next task was to run in high heels, so the men could watch her
big belly and breasts bouncing around.  They knew she couldn't run in her
ballet heels, so one of the men unlocked her them and told her to sit down
on the floor and take them off.  He gave her a pair of ankle strap pumps
with five-inch heels, and again the slut shoes were too small.  Holly
frowned and forced her size 6 feet into the size 5 shoes and got the straps
buckled tightly around her ankles, noticing that these shoes also had
openings for padlocks, and then the man gave her the two small padlocks and
told her to lock the shoes on her feet.  Holly obeyed, then slowly stood
up. These shoes were much easier to wear than the ballet heels, but they
still hurt a lot because they were too small, and a five-inch heel is very
high.  But at least Holly thought she could keep her balance better in
these shoes.  She was told to trot around the room, next to the walls where
a path had been cleared around the whole room.  She tried a few steps at a
slow trot, but her belly bounced so heavily that she stopped.  Her breasts
had jiggled and gyrated wildly, hurting her chest, and she stood there a
moment looking at the men, pleading with her eyes, but they just grinned at
her -- they were going to see her humiliated.  Holly sighed with
resignation, then started to trot, really more like a fast walk.  She was
passing the men in their chairs as she moved around the walls, and some of
them reached out as she passed by and slapped her on the ass.  "Giddy-up,
horsie!  Run, little bitch!" were some of the things they yelled at her. 
She felt tears of anger and humiliation in her eyes, but she decided to try
to get this over with.  She broke into a slow run, placing each high heel
as securely as she could, and then she picked up a little speed.  Her belly
was bouncing like a huge boulder, but she couldn't support it with her arms
and run at the same time.  She was able to put her hands on her chest and
hold her swollen tits in place as she ran, but the men slapped her arms and
made her uncover her breasts so they could see them jiggling.  Holly could
feel her baby shifting inside her, and after several times around the room,
she got a sharp pain that made her stop and double over.  It felt like her
insides were on fire, and a sharp ache was stabbing at her groin area.  She
was afraid for her baby, and put both hands between her legs, holding
herself and mewling in pain and panic as she sobbed.  The men just sat and
looked at her, actually enjoying seeing a pregnant girl in pain.  Some of
them had their cocks in their hands, rubbing slowly as they looked at Holly
and listened to the sounds she was making.  She sank to the floor slowly,
first on her knees and then sitting with her legs in front of her as she
held her pregnant belly in her arms.  The pain eased up a little, and Holly
started crying again.

   CHAPTER 54: A Pregnant Stripper

   The men really didn't care if Holly was hurt or not -- they just wanted
to see her degraded and demeaned.  She was led over to a stripper pole on
one side of the room, and they gave her a skimpy bra and a g-string to wear
while she stripped for them.  Holly put on the bra, which was just two tiny
triangles of satin with spaghetti straps to hold it on.  Her tits were not
even partially covered by the bra -- even her nipples were too big for the
scraps of satin to hide, but she positioned them over her areolas.  She
stepped into the g-string and pulled it up around her waist.  The g-string
was really just two strips of satin, one around her waist and the other
going down between her legs in front and up through her ass crack in back.
It disappeared between her pussy lips, so she was practically naked as she
started to dance for the men.  Some very loud music was put on, and Holly
tried to lose herself as she performed the perverted dance.  She thrust her
belly forward as she spread her legs, flaunting her pregnancy as she jutted
her hips back and forth.  She bent forward at the waist and backed up
against the pole so the cold metal slipped between her ass cheeks, and she
rubbed herself against it, squatting and raising herself several times
while the men cheered.  Then she sat down and moved up so the pole was
between her open legs, and thrust her hips forward so the pole went between
her pussy lips.  She raised and lowered herself a few times, feeling the
cold metal sliding up and down in her slit.  She stood up and slowly took
off her bra, sliding it teasingly along her arms, holding it against her
breasts shyly, then dropping it on the floor.  Then she hooked her fingers
through the waistband of her g-string and pulled it down.  The satin strap
slid out of her pussy, then emerged from her ass crack as she slid the
g-string down her legs.  She stepped out of it, then picked it up and held
it under her nose and smelled it, smiling like a slut.  She tossed the
g-string aside and put her arms around the pole, then spread her legs and
thrust her hips forward, and the pole slid between her pussy lips.  She
held onto the pole with both hands and slowly lowered her hips, and there
was a slurpy sound as her wet pussy slid down the pole, leaving some pussy
slime on the metal.  She squatted as low as she could, jamming her pregnant
belly up against the pole as she rubbed her gaping cunt against it.  When
she stood up, the pole was glistening with cunt slime that had leaked out
of her twat.  She embraced the pole like it was a man, rubbing herself
against it, then holding her breasts against it like it was a cock.  She
leaned forward and kissed the pole as she moved her big tits up and down,
holding them wrapped tightly around the pole with both hands.

   The music ended, and the men applauded and threw dollar bills at Holly.
She felt like a complete slut, but she knew what they wanted her to do, so
she started picking up the money, even though it was hard for her to bend
over with her protruding belly.  When she finished, she had a handful of
bills, and she tried to smile and look grateful.  She was so tired by now,
but the men had another task for her to perform.  She was led over to a
huge dildo, shaped like an erect nigger cock.  She had seen dildos before,
but not like this one -- it was 18 inches long and three inches wide,
bigger than her forearm.  It was mounted on the floor, sticking straight up
in the air, with a massive set of plastic testicles at the base, and Holly
was told to squat over it and fuck herself.  The men wanted to see her try
to take the whole length of the dildo inside her.  Since she was eight
months pregnant, her birth canal was starting to expand in preparation for
giving birth, and the men wanted to see if the little slut could take the
whole dildo up her snatch -- or if she was stupid enough to try, since she
could injure herself badly.  A girl's vagina is capable of enormous
expansion during the final phase of childbirth -- but only after she goes
through labor.  Triggered by the impending birth, hormones are produced by
glands in the girl's body during labor, causing relaxation of the muscles
in the vagina so the birth canal can expand enough to allow the baby to
pass through it.  Trying to force a large object into the vagina during the
eighth month of pregnancy can damage the walls of the birth canal as well
as the labia, and if penetration is deep enough, even the cervix and uterus
can be injured.

   CHAPTER 55: Penetration

   But Holly was caught up in the action, her thoughts darting every which
way.  When she was stripping for the men, she had loved how they all
watched her like hawks.  Taking off her clothes for them made her feel so
fucking slutty!  When they threw money at her, she began to understand why
some girls stripped for a living -- there was such a strong feeling of
being a dirty little girl.  Now, looking at the huge dildo sticking up from
the floor, she was consumed with the desire to show off, to show these men
she could do this.  The biological need to be penetrated is present in
every girl -- that's the way the species is propagated, and it is
completely natural for every girl to feel the pull of her hormones telling
her penetration needs to happen.  But a girl feels fear when it comes to
actually having a penis or an object inserted in her vagina.  It's the fear
of being hurt if the object is too big or is inserted too forcefully.  A
girl wants to be touched but fears being penetrated because it means
allowing someone or something to enter her body.  She can assuage the fear
as she gains maturity and sexual experience, but she can never lose it
completely -- she will always feel apprehensive when she is about to be
penetrated, even if it is her lover's erect penis that is about to enter
her body.  When she is about to be penetrated by an object like a dildo,
her fear is reinforced by the lack of humanity in the act.  Her lover's
penis is an extension of his body, a warm and human touch that can feel
very pleasurable entering her body -- but a cold plastic dildo is totally
foreign to her body, and has no place in it, no biological reason to enter
her body.  Allowing a dildo to enter the most private and secret place in
her body requires the abandonment of the most basic reason for penetration
-- propagation of the species.  A lover's penetration is the first step in
the process that carries humanity forward to the next generation, a
biological need that cannot be denied -- but penetration by a dildo is a
denial of that very process, a perversion, a renunciation of procreation in
favor of fulfilling desires that are crude and dirty and degrading.  A girl
who allows her vagina to be penetrated by a dildo, for the pleasure of men
watching her, is trading the warmth and humanity of love for the inhumanity
of sexual humiliation, and this can only lead to corrosion of her soul,
leaving her without humanity, an empty vessel for men to use for their own
pleasure only.

   But Holly was too drunk on the heady feelings coursing through her body
to consider anything but the raw need she felt to degrade herself.  She
wanted these men to stare at her in disbelief, totally surprised at what
she could do with her body.  So she stepped over to the dildo -- and got
down on her knees in front of it, like she was worshipping it.  She leaned
forward and kissed the tip of the dildo gently, moving her hands along the
huge shaft reverently.  Then she stood up and positioned her body over the
dildo and opened her legs, then used both hands to spread her pussy lips
wide apart as she started to squat over the plastic cock.  It was made very
realistically, with a large head that had a peehole in the center, and the
shaft had blood vessels running along it.  Holly felt the head of the dildo
touch her slit, and she gasped as her body jerked involuntarily.  She
worked the head into her slit, lowering her hips a little as she took it
inside her, and the head disappeared into her cunt.  She put her hands on
her knees and squatted lower, so the dildo penetrated her deeper, and she
moaned as it started to fill her vagina.  God, it felt so good, so BIG! 
She waited a moment for her pussy to accommodate itself to the bulk of the
dildo, then squatted lower, taking more of it inside her.  She stood on her
tiptoes in her high heels, her knees wide apart as she tried to open her
body completely, to receive the dildo easily -- but it was starting to
hurt. Her vagina was soaking wet with juices, and the dildo had slid in
fairly easily at the start -- but now it was beginning to stretch her
pussy, and it felt like it was inside her as far as it could go.  She could
feel the head of the dildo pressing against her tightly-closed cervix, at
the entrance to her uterus, where her baby was.

   Holly bent over so she could look down between her legs, and she could
see another six inches of the dildo still outside her pussy.  She had about
twelve inches inside her, but she felt like a failure -- she really wanted
to take all of it, just to show she could do it.  The men were yelling at
her -- "More!  More!  Take it all!" -- and she could feel her whole body
tingling with excitement.  She was the total center of attention, and she
LOVED it!  She wanted to please the men, and she took a deep breath and
raised her hips a little, then forced her groin down hard on the dildo,
twice, three times -- and suddenly she felt a sharp pain rip through her,
and she knew she had torn something inside.  She froze in place as the pain
started to throb heavily in her midsection, and then she screamed in agony
as a very bad cramp hit her and made her bend forward, still with the dildo
inside her.  The cramp eased up a little, but the pain in her genitals was
bad enough to make her dizzy, and she felt like she might throw up.  Her
insides felt wet, like she was bleeding, and she knew something wasn't
right -- but somehow she still wanted to please the men watching her.  They
were all cheering for her, urging her to take more of the dildo inside her.
She gritted her teeth and tried to lower her hips a little, but the pain
made her scream again.  The men were loving this -- she could see several
of them masturbating while the watched her and listened to her scream, and
it gave her an odd feeling to know they LIKED seeing her and hearing her
while she was in pain.  It was so DIRTY!!  She raised her hips a little,
then plunged herself down on the dildo again, and this time she felt it
probe deeper into her twat -- and she knew then that the head of the dildo
had torn her cervix and entered her uterus.  She lowered her head again to
look at the dildo between her legs, and now there were only three inches of
it visible -- so it must have penetrated three inches into her uterus!  She
felt a shiver of fear at the thought of the big plastic head of the dildo
poking into her uterus, where her baby was -- but the pain was easing up a
little now, so maybe she hadn't hurt herself too badly.  It was so
perverted, squatting there in the bright lights while all these men watched
her fucking herself on a huge plastic penis.  Her emotions were swirling
like mad as she made up her mind -- she was going to try to take the rest
of the dildo inside her.  She could see the big plastic testicles at the
base of the dildo -- just a few more inches and those balls would be
touching her slit.

   CHAPTER 56: Holly Wants It All

   Holly tried to squat lower and force more of the dildo up her snatch,
but the mass of her protruding belly made it very hard for her to squat. 
Suddenly she felt two hands on her shoulders, and she looked up and saw
that one of the men had come over to help her.  She smiled up at him over
her shoulder, then turned her head to the front as he started to press down
on her shoulders.  She worked her legs a little further apart as the man's
hands dug into her shoulders, forcing her down onto the dildo.  She was
using some of the breathing techniques she had read about -- rapid chest
breathing when the pain was moderate, shallow chest breathing -- panting
fast -- at the peak of the most intense pain, and deep cleansing breaths in
between the bouts of pain.  She started to pant as the man pushed down on
her shoulders again, and she felt the dildo slide another inch into her
uterus.  She could feel her baby shifting inside her as the dildo was
forced into her womb, and her lips twisted with fear as she thought of what
might happen to the baby.  The man moved his hands down to her breasts,
squeezing the large fleshy globes, then taking her erect nipples in his
fingers and lifting her tits, making her gasp in pain as he distended the
swollen jugs.  He shook her breasts, still holding them by the nipples, and
Holly mewled in her throat as her body tightened up from the new pain in
her tits.  She clenched the muscles in her groin, and her vagina gripped
the dildo tighter, making her groan loudly as more pain swept through her
body.  The man released her boobs and they fell heavily back into place,
bouncing wildly like two huge bowls of jelly, She still had two inches of
the dildo outside her cunt, and the man put his hands on her shoulders and
pushed hard, determined to force the plastic cock all the way inside her
body.

   Holly took a deep breath and held it, then drove her hips down hard as
the man pushed down on her shoulders -- and she felt the cold plastic
testicles at the base of the dildo touch her pussy lips!  She had the whole
dildo inside her.  The men were applauding and cheering, and she smiled at
them proudly -- but then she felt a sharp pain in her midsection that felt
like the world's worst cramp.  She just knew something was wrong with her
baby, and tears started running down her cheeks.  She shifted her feet,
trying to get some leverage so she could try to raise herself off the
dildo. The man had taken his hands off her shoulders, and she tried to lift
her hips a little -- and she gasped as a huge orgasm hit her like a fist.
The movement of the dildo in the other direction, as she shifted her feet
and raised her hips, had caused the shaft of the dildo to rub against her
clitoris, and that part of the dildo had a big raised area meant to look
like a blood vessel in the penis, and when it touched her erect clit, it
triggered her orgasm.  She was crying and grinning at the same time, and
she lifted her hips a little more and felt her pussy explode with another
orgasm that left her gasping and breathless.  She was so tired from all the
stimulation, she relaxed the muscles in her legs, and her knees bent as she
squatted a little lower, driving the dildo into her uterus again.  The pain
hit her hard this time, making her groan and painting a mask of agony on
her face.  She reflexively struggled to raise her body, and was rewarded
with another shattering orgasm.  She realized what she was doing -- she was
fucking herself on the huge dildo, raising and lowering her hips so the
plastic cock was moving in and out of her body like a man screwing her --
and the orgasms were the best she had ever had in her life.  The weight of
her pregnant belly made it so hard to raise herself, but when she relaxed
her legs and sank down on the dildo, her big belly weighed her down, making
the penetration deeper and better.

   Holly leaned forward a little so she could get her feet better
positioned under her, and started to work her body up and down, actively
fucking herself on the dildo.  She grunted in pain every time she hit
bottom, when her gaping pussy was driven down hard on the plastic balls at
the base of the dildo and the head of the dildo rammed into her uterus. 
She had constant pain now through her midsection -- but the orgasms were so
good, she just didn't care.  She could see the men watching her and
masturbating, and she looked at them, catching their eyes and grinning
lewdly as she screwed herself, cupping her swollen breasts and kneading the
big globes of flesh, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her
fingers until they were sore, all the time working her legs up and down,
fucking herself as hard as she could.  Her legs were trembling, her muscles
totally exhausted from doing this for such a long time, and her face and
body were bathed in sweat the glistened in the bright lights.  She was
working hard for her orgasms, and fatigue was starting to hit her.  She
felt something wet on her pussy lips and on the base of the dildo, and
thought it was vaginal secretions leaking out of her twat, but she put her
hand down between her legs and then looked at her fingers, and they had
blood on them.

   CHAPTER 57: Holly Takes It in the Ass

   Holly screamed for David, and he came over to her.  She was frightened
and agitated, but he calmly told her bleeding wasn't unusual at this stage
of her pregnancy, as long as it wasn't heavy.  He had no idea if that was
true or not -- he just wanted to prevent Holly from cutting the party too
short, which might mean he wouldn't get paid for her services.  He said the
men had gotten all hot and bothered watching her acting like such a little
slut, and they really wanted to fuck her -- but her pussy was all stretched
out by the dildo, so they wanted to screw her in the ass.  Holly's first
impulse was to agree immediately -- she was so fiery hot herself, she felt
like she would die if she didn't get some real cocks inside her, and at
this point she didn't care which hole the men used.  She told David she
would do whatever they wanted, and he patted her on the head, thinking he
had never seen a bitch quite this stupid -- she was eight months pregnant
and bleeding out of her twat, but she agreed to let a bunch of men use her
ass for a gang bang.  She was born to be a prostitute, and David couldn't
believe how lucky he was to be her pimp.  She was earning him a shitload of
money tonight, and she had no idea what was really going on.

   Holly was led over to a small platform, three feet square and two feet
high, and she was told to mount it and get down on her knees.  There was a
pillory at one end of the platform -- a wood panel with holes for a girl's
neck and wrists.  The top of the pillory was hinged so it could be raised
while the girl put her neck into the larger opening with her wrists on
either side, and then the top was closed and locked, leaving the little
bitch completely helpless and unable to protect herself.  Holly did as she
was told, feeling her pussy burning between her legs because she needed to
be fucked so bad.  Blood was trickling out of her slit and running down her
thighs as she leaned forward and put her neck down, with her wrists in
their separate slots.  The top was closed and locked -- and Holly was given
a little lesson in just how helpless she was.  A man stood in front of her
rubbing his penis, working it to a full erection, and then he forced her
lips apart and stuck his cock in her mouth.  He held her ears and started
to fuck her face as she closed her eyes and moaned -- and then she felt the
head of another cock touching her asshole.  She groaned with anticipation,
but the cock just moved up and down in her ass crack, without penetration.
She wiggled her ass a little, making her pregnant belly and her hanging
breasts bounce around, but still there was no penetration.  The man in her
mouth slapped her ears, and she opened her eyes and glared up at him.  He
kept thrusting into her mouth while he asked her, "Do you want it in your
ass?  Do you really want it?" Holly nodded a little, the cock moving around
in her mouth as she moved her head up and down.  The man shook his head. 
"Don't tell me, bitch -- tell him." He raised his eyes, and Holly knew he
was looking at the man standing behind her.  She couldn't see him at all,
but she could feel the power of his erection like a hot iron moving against
her tight little asshole.  She groaned again, and the man in her mouth
repeated, "Tell him." Holly tried to speak, but her voice was muffled by
the cock meat filling her mouth as she said, "Yes, I want it...  I really
want it -- ohhh god..." Her whole body went rigid as the man behind her
forced the head of his cock into her anus.  Her hemorrhoids made the
penetration very painful, and tears rolled down Holly's cheeks as her anal
sphincter was stretched by the head of the cock.  She groaned, her face
twisting into a mask of pain, but the man in her mouth never stopped
fucking her, looking down at her as he thrust his cock deep into her mouth,
probing for the back of her throat.  She gagged on the cock, and the man
grinned -- he loved it when girls did that while they were sucking him off.
He held her head in place and gave her some small thrusts, forcing the head
of his cock into her throat a little, and she coughed explosively, but the
man didn't ease up.  He could feel her lips around the base of his erection
as he pulled her head against him, forcing it into his groin while he kept
thrusting.

   The man in Holly's ass felt her rectum gripping the head of his cock,
hugging it like a lover, and his cock stiffened a little as he forced the
shaft into her anus.  He heard her groan as she was penetrated, and her
buttocks were trembling as he forced more of his cock up her ass.  He
wasn't using any lubrication at all -- he wanted this to hurt Holly, and he
could feel the hemorrhoids bulging inside her anus as his cock slipped into
her colon.  Her body jerked and she moved her hips around a little, trying
to ease the burning pain from her hemorrhoids as they got irritated by the
big cock rubbing against them.  He held her hips in place and shoved the
full length of his erection into her ass, and his scrotum was touching the
curve of her ass after he penetrated her fully.  He pulled her hips against
him, forcing his cock inside her as far as he could, rubbing his testicles
against the softness of her round little ass as he forced his cock deep
into her bowels and reamed her out.

   Holly was in heaven with two cocks inside her at the same time, and she
moaned a little as both men thrust into her -- but she was in a lot of pain
at the same time.  The man in her mouth was hurting her with each thrust
because her head was held firmly in place by the pillory, and each time he
rammed his cock into her mouth, he banged her head against the wooden
pillory.  She had a headache from it already, and it was getting worse. 
The cock in her ass was rubbing against her hemorrhoids, inflaming them
badly, and the pain was intense and raw -- it felt like her ass was on
fire. It felt incredibly itchy, but there was no way to scratch it, and
Holly was mewling softly as the irritation kept getting worse with each
stroke of the cock in her anus.  She was very conscious of her pregnant
belly hanging down, almost touching the platform, swaying hack and forth as
she got fucked.  Her swollen breasts felt huge, bouncing and jiggling each
time either of her fuckers gave her a thrust.  The man standing in front of
her leaned across the top of the pillory and reached down and grabbed her
hanging tits, making her squeal as he squeezed them hard.  Then he gripped
her nipples and started to milk her -- rhythmically pulling down on each
breast as he applied pressure to the areola, and Holly felt colostrum
squirting out of her nipples onto the wood platform.  She hated the thought
of wasting her baby's milk, but she knew there was nothing she could do
about it -- the men didn't care about her or her baby.  They just wanted a
warm body to stick their cocks into, a sperm receptacle where they could
dump their messy loads when they needed to cum.

   The man in Holly's ass speeded up his thrusts, and she knew he was ready
to cum.  She heard him groan, then she felt the flood of wetness in her ass
as he dumped his jism inside her, and just then the man in her mouth
grunted like an animal and pulled her head into his groin as his cock
exploded in her mouth.  She swallowed his cum, gulping it down while he
kept giving her little thrusts until he was finished.  The two men pulled
their cocks out of her body and two more men stepped up to fuck Holly.  Her
ass was very sensitive because of her hemorrhoids, and she yelped when the
cock was forced into her rectum.  God, it hurt!  Then a new cock was forced
into her mouth, and it all began again.  Holly serviced all 18 of the men
in the room, half with her asshole and the other half with her mouth, over
the next two hours.  She had pain in her vagina the whole time, and she
knew she needed to see if her baby had been injured while she was fucking
herself on the big dildo.  The men finished with her around 2 AM, but they
wanted to hurt her a little more -- so the last man that fucked her in the
ass shoved a butt plug into her anus when he was done.  It was eight inches
long and two inches wide, and it was covered with plastic nubs that made
Holly's hemorrhoids itch like never before.  The plug was inserted in her
ass before she was allowed to stand up, and she had to grit her teeth to
keep from screaming from the burning pain in her anus just getting down
from the platform and standing up.  The plug narrowed before it spread out
at the bottom, to keep it from falling out of her ass, and the men made her
promise to keep it inside her until she got home.  She started moving
awkwardly toward the door, walking with her legs apart, and the men formed
a double line between her and the door so they could humiliate her one last
time as she walked by.  Each man kissed her, a sloppy wet kiss with lots of
tongue, and told her she was a great fuck.  They caressed her breasts and
her pregnant belly, but they didn't touch her cunt because she was still
bleeding.  She had warm sperm on her thighs and legs, and it oozed down
into her high heels as she walked.  Some of the jism ran down the outside
of her high heels onto the floor, leaving a shiny little trail behind her
like a slug as she walked.  She made it to the car, and David took her
home.

   CHAPTER 58: Nine Months Pregnant

   It took a week for Holly to recover from the B&D party.  She was
exhausted from the physical effort of doing all the things she did for the
men, and she needed time for her anus, rectum, and colon to heal after the
abuse she had received.  She removed the butt plug as soon as she got home,
and a huge gush of semen ran out of her ass and stained the carpet in her
bathroom.  She was still bleeding a little from her vagina, and she wanted
to go to a hospital -- but David convinced her it would stop on its own. 
David told her she had spent such a long time with the large dildo inside
her, forcing it so deep that it penetrated her uterus, that there was bound
to be some damage, but she didn't have much pain, so it would be OK.  David
knew when he said it that it might not be true -- Holly could have severe
injuries to her internal genitals, and her baby might be in danger -- but
David just didn't care anymore.  He had watched Holly perform for the men,
and he saw her for what she was -- a hot little bitch that liked to be
humiliated and abused.  Well, if something happened to her body or her
baby, it was her own fault for acting so slutty, and David didn't see any
reason to take the little whore to a hospital.  He felt pretty good -- he
had collected $600 from each man while the party was going on, so he came
home with $10,800 that Holly had earned for him.  He could really see why
men became pimps -- it was a great feeling to sit there and watch Holly
prostitute herself like the lowest street whore, performing the filthiest
perversions for the men and then letting them gang-rape her in the ass. 
That was what it amounted to -- a gang rape -- and Holly was so stupid, she
submitted to it willingly and certainly looked like she enjoyed it.  And
all the time Holly was getting screwed, the men were slipping wads of cash
into David's hand.  How could a party be more perfect than that?

   It was the middle of March now, and Holly was entering her ninth month
of pregnancy.  There was still one week to go before the series hiatus
ended, and David wanted her to do one more party before they had to report
back to the studio, but Holly put her foot down.  She just wouldn't do it,
but David still had hopes of setting up something after filming of the
series resumed.  Holly was feeling better when the series resumed shooting
on March 20, and she and David were kept busy by the tight production
schedule for the first week.  There were five episodes to be filmed to
complete Season 6, and the first one was scheduled to be broadcast on April
18, so the shooting had to be finished by March 28 to allow the usual two
weeks for post-production work, where the special effects and music were
added and the final cut was prepared and delivered to the network.  The
finished episode had to be delivered to the Fox Network operations building
in Burbank no later than one week prior to the scheduled air date, to allow
the network to finalize the timing for the commercials to be broadcast
during the episode.

   Holly's character, Piper, was pregnant in the series like Holly was in
real life, and she didn't have to wear any prosthetics -- just some loose
costumes over her protruding belly.  Her breasts were so big now, she had
to switch to a larger bra.  She wore a 34B normally, but now it just hurt
too much to try to put it on, so she tried several sizes before settling on
a 36DD.  The new bra was still too tight under her arms, even after she let
out the straps as far as she could, but it felt better than the smaller
one. She gained another seven pounds in the first week back at work --
couldn't resist the food service table -- and her face was starting to look
bloated.  The makeup people did what they could, but a short girl like
Holly, only five feet two, can't walk around weighing 170 pounds without
looking like a blimp.  The men on the crew were calling her character
"Piper the Pig" behind her back, and the women were making very catty
remarks about her lack of willpower.  Some of this got back to Holly, and
it hurt her a lot -- but she knew they were right.  She was having trouble
concentrating on the script and learning her lines because her body was so
damn big and unwieldy now.  Her breasts felt like two heavy bags of flour
that had been attached to her chest, and she kept crashing into furniture
because her pregnant belly was so big.  Her huge round ass stuck out in the
other direction, and her legs felt like tree trunks.  Her arms looked
flabby above the elbows, but the damn costumer people kept giving her
armless blouses and shirts to wear.  Her thong cut into her skin painfully,
but she couldn't just go without it because she was afraid there might be
some leakage from her vagina.  She normally wore a size 36 thong, but her
hips were up to 40 inches with her pregnancy, and she just didn't want to
have to buy bigger underwear, so she stuffed herself into them every day,
hating every minute of it.

   By April 10, three episodes had been filmed, and the cast and crew
started work on the first part of the two-part season finale, which was to
end with Piper giving birth.  Holly was getting more irritable every day,
and people were starting to complain to the producers, so finally David sat
down with Holly in her dressing room and told her what she needed -- some
sex.  He had never stopped feeding her the sex booster pills disguised as
vitamins, and her hormones were ramping up her sex drive anyway, so that
she felt like a bitch in heat all the time.  David told her he had the
perfect outlet for her emotions and her physical needs -- he would get some
of his friends to have sex with her privately, so she wouldn't have to go
through the stress of another party with a lot of men at one time.  This
would be simple stress-relieving sex with no attachments or followups, like
scratching an itch, Holly was so strung out on sex drugs and hormones, she
started to say yes immediately -- but then she thought about strange men
coming to her bedroom at home, and that didn't appeal to her.  David told
her he knew the perfect place -- a large home in Beverly Hills that was
owned by a friend of his parents.  He said he would arrange everything, and
Holly should relax.  At the end of that day's shooting, David drove Holly
to the house, not too far from the studio, He had made some phone calls and
got things arranged that afternoon between takes.  He couldn't believe how
easy it had been, and now he would be making a LOT more money than he had
thought.  He had just been planning a party or two, with Holly and maybe 20
men at each party -- but now he had a chance to make a large chunk of cash
by pimping Holly every night until she had her baby.  He couldn't help
grinning to himself as he drove Holly through town toward the house.

   CHAPTER 59: "Whorehouse" -- An Aaron Spelling Production

   The house wasn't quite what David had told Holly, and it wasn't owned by
a friend of his parents.  It was a high-class whorehouse --and it was owned
by Aaron Spelling through a string of dummy corporations.  He and E.  Duke
Vincent had set up the place in the early 1990s as a way to make extra
money by pimping the actresses in their various TV productions.  There was
a ready-made market created by the popularity of the TV shows -- men all
over the country, and even overseas, that would pay a lot of money for a
chance to have sex with the actresses employed by the Spelling
organization. He and Vincent had the idea of setting up the whorehouse as
early as 1981, four years after Vincent had joined Spelling's company, when
"Dynasty" began a nine-year run, but older women like Linda Evans and Joan
Collins didn't have much appeal for the men that watched the series and
lusted after Heather Locklear, Pamela Bellwood, and Pamela Sue Martin. 
Spelling approached Heather first -- she was 19 and "Dynasty" was her first
series.  She came from a sheltered life with her parents, and it was easy
to talk her into making lots of money by letting men make love to her. 
Like all prostitutes, she only received about ten percent of the money
involved -- Spelling rented her out for $1,000 an hour and gave her $100.
He started her out with two or three men every night, and by the time the
series ended in 1989, she was servicing at least 12 men each night.  Pamela
Bellwood refused to take part due to her religious beliefs, but Pamela Sue
Martin grabbed onto it.  She was eight years older than Heather, and she
knew her beauty was starting to fade, and she wanted to make as much money
as she could with her face and her body.  Spelling started her with five
men each night, and by 1984 she was turning 20 tricks every night, but she
couldn't handle the physical demands of working all night at the whorehouse
and still looking good enough to film the series during the day, and
Spelling dumped her from the series.  She made a few movies during the next
six years, but she earned most of her money as a street prostitute.

   The year after "Dynasty" was canceled, Spelling and Vincent came up with
"Beverly Hills 90210" and had a new stable of girls to choose from,
including his own daughter, Tori.  He mostly used her as his own personal
fucktoy, starting when she was 13, but when she got cast in "90210," he
decided she should make money for him like the other sluts in the cast, and
put her to work in the whorehouse.  She was underage, but that was a huge
enticement for most men.  "90210" was Jennie's first series, and she jumped
at the chance to make extra money by working nights in the whorehouse.  She
was still working there four years later when her best friend,
Tiffani-Amber Thiessen, was hired for the series, and Jennie asked Spelling
to let her work in the whorehouse.  The two girls often worked together on
the same john, with Jennie licking his ass while he fucked Tiffani, who was
two years younger than Jennie.  After the john dumped his load in Tiffani's
pussy, Tiffani would quickly lean down to kiss Jennie -- she loved the
smell of the john's ass on Jennie's lips -- and then Jennie would suck the
warm cum out of Tiffani's cunt and swallow it.  Gabrielle was 29 when she
was hired for the series, really too old to be playing a high school girl
-- but she auditioned for Spelling by stripping and asking him to let her
suck him off, and after she swallowed his sperm, he hired her for both the
series and the whorehouse.  Hilary Swank worked on the series in its eighth
and ninth seasons, two years before she won her first Oscar.  She was 23
when Spelling hired her to play a single mother in the series, and she had
the credentials for the role -- she had grown up in a trailer park, and she
and her mother had lived in their car when she first came to Los Angeles.
Hilary's mother was her first pimp, selling her 13-year-old daughter's body
to men in alleys and warehouses for two years before she began to get work
in films and TV.  Hilary quickly agreed when Spelling asked her if she
wanted to make extra money working in his whorehouse -- she was terrified
of ending up back on the street.  She was an accomplished prostitute, and
her athleticism made her a very popular girl among her johns at the
whorehouse.  They loved it when she would have her john lay on his back
with his erection sticking straight up, then she would mount him by
standing with her legs on either side of him and squatting lower and lower
until his cock penetrated her vagina -- and then she did all the work.  She
could move her body up and down at a speed that seemed incredible, her legs
and knees taking a lot of punishment as she fucked herself on the cock. 
Other johns came to watch when Hilary performed, enjoying the heavy sweat
the covered her naked body while she was working so hard to make her man
cum.  When he was ready to ejaculate, she would quickly take his throbbing
cock in her mouth and suck him until he exploded in her mouth, and then her
cheeks would cave in from the force of her sucking on his cock, trying to
get every drop of his semen into her mouth before she swallowed it.  She
always finished by kissing the cock and thanking her john for letting her
suck him, and the men couldn't leave her alone.  She was initially promised
a two-year role on "90210," but her character was written out after 16
episodes in January 1998.  Hilary later said that she was devastated at
being cut from the show, thinking, "If I'm not good enough for 90210, I'm
not good enough for anything." The reason for cutting her from the show was
simple, but it never made the newspapers -- the little slut told Spelling
she wanted to quit working at the whorehouse.  She said she wanted to get
her self-respect back -- and he responded by telling her to strip.  They
were in his office, and Hilary couldn't believe he was treating her this
way.  Nut then he took out a gun and forced her to strip naked and get down
on her knees in front of him -- and then he made her perform fellatio on
the barrel of the gun, forcing the cold metal between her lips and telling
her to suck it.  Hilary was sobbing as she tried to suck on the gun, and
then he forced it down her throat and made her gag on it.  He pulled the
gun out of her mouth and replaced it with his erect cock, then held her by
her ears and fucked her mouth until he ejaculated heavily down her throat.
She had no choice but to swallow his jism, and then he shoved her down on
the floor and made her crawl to his office door on her hands and knees.

   Spelling and Vincent saw their next big series, "Melrose Place," as a
rich hunting ground for replacement prostitutes.  "Dynasty" had run its
course, and "Melrose Place" had a great stable of mostly younger actresses:
Josie Bissett (22), Courtney Thorne-Smith (24), Laura Leighton (26), Daphne
Zuniga (30), plus Heather Locklear again, who was now 31.  Josie, Courtney,
and Daphne were put to work in the whorehouse within a month after the
series started shooting in 1992.  Heather had gone to work full-time in the
whorehouse after "Dynasty" ended in 1989, but when she joined the cast of
"Melrose Place" in its second season four years later, Spelling let her cut
back to only three or four men each night, and started paying her 12
percent of what he made by pimping her, since she had been working for him
so long.  Alyssa Milano was 25 when she joined the cast in 1997.  She had
started in TV on "Who's the Boss?" at age 12, and did her first nude scene
in a movie eight years later, in 1992.  This was long before the little
bitch got on her high horse and tried to get nude pictures of herself
removed from a lot of websites.  When she came to "Melrose Place," she just
wanted to make money, and Spelling put her to work in the whorehouse, but
only gave her five percent of the fees he charged for her.  Men that had
seen her grow up on TV were lining up for a chance to screw her -- it was a
pedophile's dream come true -- and Spelling started her with ten men each
night, but that soon rose as high as 25.  Sometimes she would turn her last
trick at the whorehouse at 2 AM, then grab two hours of sleep before she
had to report to the studio at 6 AM.  All that fucking kept her slim and
trim, and she was stupid enough to think she was making good money as a
prostitute.  Daphne was losing her beauty at age 30 -- her face had a
strained, lined, tired look that suggested a used-up street whore -- and
she agreed to work in the whorehouse as a "piss girl," a second-class
prostitute that drinks urine directly from a john's penis.  Her mouth was
very popular for several years as a urinal for the johns to use so they
didn't have to get up to go to the bathroom while they were fucking one of
the younger whores, and sometimes an older guy wanted to screw Daphne, and
that was always a big treat for her.

   Spelling's whorehouse was an open secret in Hollywood.  Winona Ryder
always used one of the rooms there when she wanted to give her pussy to
whatever new young actor was the flavor of the week, and older sluts like
Genevieve Bujold came there so their fans could enjoy the opportunity to
fuck their favorite actresses.  Shannen Doherty would have been a big hit
at the whorehouse -- she was just 19 when she started on "90210" -- but she
wasn't interested when Spelling approached her about it, and three years
later she turned him down again when he asked her to be his mistress.  But
Spelling and Vincent had plenty of young sluts to keep the whorehouse going
strong, and David had known about it for several years.  Holly knew it
existed because Shannen had told her about being offered a job there -- but
Holly didn't know exactly where it was, so it was safe for David to use it
for Holly's sexual liaisons.  He used the rear entrance, and took Holly to
a nice room at the rear of the large house where she wouldn't be noticed by
the other girls working there.  There were some actresses who had worked on
"Charmed" that were still working at the whorehouse.  Leigh-Allyn Baker had
been working there regularly since her appearances during the first season
of the series, and Rebecca Balding liked to come there to meet men who had
first seen her when she was 22, playing a girl reporter on "Lou Grant" in
1977.  Now she was 50, but a lot of her fans still wanted to screw her.

   David left Holly in the room around 8 PM, telling her he would be back
at midnight to pick her up.  He told her he had arranged for four of his
friends to have sex with her that night, and if she liked it, she could
keep doing it on other nights.  David had briefed the madam that ran the
brothel, and she made sure each man she sent to Holly's room had enough
background so he could claim to be a friend of David's.  David had told her
madam to find men that enjoyed hurting pregnant girls, and the madam had a
gleam in her eye when she realized how much extra she could make from this
girl.  She was going to charge the johns $1,000 for one hour with Holly,
and David would get 85 percent of the money.  The madam would get the ten
percent share that usually went to the prostitute, with five percent going
to the house.  Holly would get nothing -- the little slut didn't realize
she was being pimped, so David could keep almost all the money she was
earning.  He was grinning broadly as he drove home.

   CHAPTER 60: Holly Services Some Johns

   The first man knocked on Holly's door just a couple of minutes after
David left.  He told her his name was Jack and he knew David from college.
He told Holly he had watched her in every episode of "Picket Fences" and
"Charmed" and she was his favorite actress, and Holly hugged him and
thanked him, smiling like a schoolgirl, feeling like a huge burden had been
lifted from her shoulders.  Ever since she had gotten pregnant, she had
felt sick and bloated and crabby, and every day had been a struggle just to
get through.  The last month had been the worst of her life, with her huge
pregnant belly hanging out and her swollen breasts feeling like volleyballs
attached to her chest and her back hurting from the strain of walking
around with so much extra weight.  She felt incredibly fat and ugly, and
even when people told her how good she looked, she knew they didn't mean
it. So Jack's telling her such nice things was like a bright ray of
sunshine, and she basked in the glow of the good feelings that suddenly
infused her body and her mind.  She wanted to do everything she could to
put him at ease, so she took his hand and told him, "I know why you're here
tonight, Jack, and I want you to know how grateful I am.  You can't imagine
what it feels like, walking around like this every day, feeling like a
whale." She lowered her eyes and paused, and Jack let go of her hand -- and
put his arms around her.  He whispered, "You are the most beautiful girl in
the world," and she started to cry quietly.  He used his fingers to wipe
away her tears, then told her, "I've wanted you ever since I first saw you
on TV." Holly smiled and lowered her eyes with embarrassment -- and Jack
reached out an unbuttoned the top button of her maternity blouse.  "I want
you to take this off," he said, and suddenly Holly wanted nothing so much
as to let him see her body.  Somehow she knew he wouldn't be put off by her
pregnancy, and she looked into his eyes as she unbuttoned the rest of her
buttons and slipped out of the blouse.  She held his eyes while she put her
hands on the fastener between the cups of her bra, and then she unfastened
it, and her swollen breasts fell out and hung down heavily, like two
overfilled balloons.  She took off the bra and dropped it on the floor,
then held her arms out to Jack, and he buried his face between her breasts,
kissing her and licking the big globes.  Holly gasped as she held him
against her, feeling a huge rush of warmth.  She whispered, "Please... 
kiss my nipples...  I want your mouth on me..." Jack kissed her left nipple
-- and then he took it in his mouth and sucked gently, and Holly inhaled
sharply.  She held his head against her tit like she was nursing a baby,
and as he kept sucking, she felt her colostrum start to flow.  She moaned a
little as he swallowed the thick yellowish fluid.  After a few minutes he
switched to her right breast, and Holly groaned with deep satisfaction as
he started to nurse.  He was caressing her protruding belly as he sucked
her nipple, and she could feel an orgasm building inside her.  After all
the abuse she had suffered at all the sex parties, this gentle loving touch
was just heavenly.  She lifted her breast to him, urging him to take all he
wanted, feeling waves of warmth washing over her as her mothering instincts
kicked in.

   What Holly didn't know was Jack's background.  He had been convicted of
assault and battery, and that was only because there was no more serious
charge to level against him.  He had lured a girl into his house when she
was eight months pregnant -- she knew him from around the neighborhood --
and he had forced her to let him suck milk from her breasts.  When he was
done with her, he cut off her nipples and made her hold them in her hands
as he shoved her out the front door.  He was arrested quickly, and served
five years in jail, the maximum sentence -- but now he was out.  He didn't
know David at all -- he had just answered David's posting on the internet,
seeking men that enjoyed abusing pregnant girls.  He knew who Holly was,
and he had paid $1,000 for this time with her.  But he only had an hour, so
he decided to speed things up.  He had promised David he wouldn't cut
Holly, but David said just about anything else was OK, so now Jack started
to squeeze Holly's pregnant belly with the palm of his hand while he kept
sucking her tits.  He pressed hard enough to hurt her, and she pushed him
away and stared at him, surprised and disappointed.  Jack quickly took her
hands in his and explained that he just wanted to get as close to her as he
could, that he loved her body the way it was now, huge and pregnant, and he
couldn't get enough of feeling and touching her.  Holly smiled and told him
to go ahead, and he was soon pressing even harder on her belly.  It made
Holly gasp in pain from the pressure he was exerting on her, but she didn't
want to say anything that might offend him, so she tried to smile while he
ran his hands over her.

   He asked her if he could put his hand inside her, and Holly said that
was OK.  She took off her pants and sat down on the bed and leaned back
with her legs open, and he put two fingers in her slit, then three, then
four, and finally forced his whole hand inside her.  He looked at Holly and
asked, "Do you like this?" and Holly moaned a little as she nodded.  His
hand felt like a huge cock, and he was moving it in and out of her, his
thumb on her erect clitoris driving her crazy.  She shuddered and closed
her eyes as she had an orgasm, closing her thighs around his hand as she
enjoyed the feeling of penetration.  He made her cum three more times with
his hand, then told her he wanted to masturbate on her breasts.  Holly
slipped off the bed and got on her knees in front of him as he unzipped his
pants and took out his cock.  She lifted her massive breasts with both
hands and wrapped them around his cock as he started to rub his erection.
Holly moaned a little as he used his other hand to pinch her nipple and
roll it between his fingers, and then suddenly he ejaculated.  His first
flood of jism spurted up onto Holly's face and the rest of it flowed onto
her tits while he finished cumming.  She used her hands to scoop his sperm
into her mouth and swallow it, then kissed his cock and thanked him for
giving her such a good time.  He went out into the corridor, and the next
man came into Holly's room.

   This man said his name was Derek, and he was older than Jack, who had
looked like he was around 35.  Derek seemed to be in his 60s, but he was
good-looking and seemed nice -- until he told Holly to get down on her
knees and suck his cock.  She was still naked after Jack left, but Derek
was so abrupt, she stared at him pointedly.  He looked at her, then said
reasonably, "Look, we're both here for sex, right?  You're a beautiful and
famous actress and I'm nobody, but I like to have sex with pregnant women,
and you look like a nice piece of ass." He looked her up and down, like she
was a horse he was thinking about buying.  He told her, "Your big tits look
amazing on such a tiny girl -- you're a real hottie." Holly glared at him
when he called her "a nice piece of ass," but by the time he finished, she
was ready to do anything for him.  She dropped to her knees and reached for
his pants, pushing his hands away.  "I'll do all the work," she said,
looking up at him with a tiny smile.  He folded his arms across his chest
and said, "Go right ahead, baby." She took his soft cock in her mouth, and
it got hard very fast.  It wasn't very long, but it was incredibly wide,
and she had trouble getting it in her mouth.  She sucked, making slurping
noises as the big cock filled her mouth.  He drove into her mouth, holding
her head in both hands, and Holly gagged on the cock meat -- it was just so
big.  While she was trying to cough, he pulled his cock out of her mouth
and started masturbating, and a moment later he ejaculated on Holly's face
as she gasped in surprise, Some cum got in her eyes and her hair before he
was finished.  He quickly stuffed his cock back in his pants and left the
room, evidently embarrassed that he hadn't been able to hold back.

   There were still ten minutes to go until the next man was due, and Holly
used some tissues to clean the sperm off her face and wipe as much of it
out of her hair as she could, then she lay down on the bed and closed her
eyes.  The next man came in, telling her his name was Jeff.  He was very
young, in his 20s, and he didn't waste any time.  He told Holly she looked
incredibly beautiful as a pregnant woman, and he wanted to feel her all
over.  She stood up and told him to go ahead, and he started running his
hands over her body, starting with her protruding belly.  He caressed her
swollen breasts and pinched her areolas gently, and her nipples stiffened
instantly.  He stood behind her and put his arms around her, cupping her
breasts and lifting them, then bouncing them heavily in his hands.  He
moved his arms down so he could lift her pregnant belly a little, making
her gasp in surprise before he let it return to its usual position.  She
could feel his erect penis through his pants, touching the curve of her ass
as he stood behind her, so she knew he was excited to be touching her.  She
was still completely naked, just wearing high heels.  He asked her to sit
down on the bed, and he stood in front of her and told her quietly, "I was
abused when I was a little boy.  My mother sodomized me with a flashlight
for a year before the state took me away to a foster home.  She was
pregnant with my sister most of the time she was hurting me, and I came to
hate the sight of her.  I'm OK with it now, but the only way I can get any
sexual pleasure is to abuse a pregnant woman, like she's my mother.  It's
the only way I can get any satisfaction for what she did to me.  Do you
understand what I'm saying...  what I'm asking?"

   Holly was looking up at him with sympathy.  She was filled with a desire
to help the poor man, because she considered child abuse the worst thing
anyone could do to anyone else -- so she lay back and lifted her legs in
the air.  With her huge belly, that wasn't easy for her to do, but she
wanted to help Jeff conquer his demons, so she opened her legs wide apart,
exposing the two holes between her legs, and told him softly, "You can do
whatever you want...  whatever you need to do to me...  take it out on
me... I want to help you..." Jeff reached into his back pocket and took out
a five-cell flashlight, about 14 inches long.  He held it by the reflector,
then leaned down and put the other end against Holly's anus.  He looked
down at her, hesitating, and she nodded slightly -- and then she screamed
as he forced the flashlight up her ass.  "I hate you, Mama," he muttered
under his breath as he started to ream Holly's ass with the shaft of the
flashlight.  He rammed it into her anus again and again, and Holly grunted
in pain with each thrust.  Her high heels were dangling in the air,
bouncing around as her body jerked back and forth from the force of his
thrusts.  Holly's whole body went rigid as sharp pains cut through her like
a knife, radiating out from her asshole.  The flashlight scraped against
the walls of her rectum again and again, irritating her hemorrhoids and
making her whimper desperately as the burning pain flared through her rear
end.  It felt like her ass was on fire, and she wanted to scream at Jeff
and beg him to stop -- but she bit her tongue, trying to allow him to
achieve the closure he needed from the horrible abuse he had taken and
survived.

   Finally the reaming slowed down, then stopped, with the flashlight still
in Holly's rectum.  She was breathing fast and shallow, trying to get
control of her body after Jeff's assault.  He had dropped to his knees and
lowered his head, crumpled on the floor between Holly's raised legs.  She
reached down carefully, wincing as the flashlight shifted inside her, and
got hold of the reflector, then slowly pulled the long shaft of the
flashlight out of her anus, grunting in pain as it raked the sensitive
surfaces of her hemorrhoids.  The shaft was covered with her blood, and she
dropped it on the floor, then lowered her legs and lay back on the bed,
exhausted from her ordeal.  In a few minutes Jeff roused himself, looking
around blankly for a moment before he remembered where he was.  He looked
up at Holly, with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed, and he
scrambled quickly to his feet and asked her if she was OK.  She gave him a
little smile and said yes, and he told her how grateful he was to her.  He
took some tissues and tried to clean some of the blood out of Holly's
asshole and around her anus, and then he grabbed the flashlight and wiped
it off and jammed it in his pocket.  He mumbled his thanks again as he
moved quickly to the door and out into the hall.

   CHAPTER 61: Holly's Tricks Get Nasty

   The third man came into Holly's room a short time after Jeff left.  She
stood up and smiled, but she stopped smiling when he held up his fist and
told her its name was "God," and her name was "fuckhole." Before she could
tell him just what she thought of that idea, he slapped her face hard
enough to fling her back onto the bed.  She landed heavily, her pregnant
belly bouncing around like a huge mound of jello.  Her swollen breasts
bounced up and hit under her chin, knocking her head back against the wall
with a loud bang.  Holly was a little dazed, and the next thing she saw was
the man grabbing her ankles off the floor and raising them as he spread her
legs apart.  She started to struggle, but he wedged himself in between her
open legs and raised his knee and forced it in under her belly, just above
her pussy.  It hurt, and Holly started to scream, but the man increased the
pressure, and her scream turned into a gasp of surprise and pain.  He let
go of her ankles, telling her to keep her legs in the air, and she tried to
obey, but holding her legs in the air put great strain on her stomach
muscles, and with her pregnancy, it just hurt too much.  She felt her legs
weakening and starting to fall slowly toward the floor, but then the man
shoved his knee into her belly, hard, and Holly grunted in pain.  The big
mound of flesh bounced around before it settled back into place, and Holly
grunted again from the strain as she tried to lift her legs higher.  The
man stepped back a little and inserted four fingers in her pussy, making
Holly gasp in surprise.  He worked his thumb inside her vagina, and then he
curled his fingers and thumb together and started to fist-fuck her with his
arm.  "How does it feel, fuckhole, getting screwed by God?" Holly's cunt
was dry, and the fist was incredibly painful as it pistoned into her soft
tissues again.  The walls of her vagina were burning as the man's
fingernails raked over them, and Holly couldn't catch her breath.  The man
laughing now, and fucking her faster his whole arm moving in and out
between her legs like a huge erect penis, his fist feeling like the head of
the penis as he gave her a good hard screwing.  The man muttered, "God
loves you, fuckhole," and Holly could feel her insides shifting with each
thrust of his arm.  Her pregnant belly looked like it was bulging from the
inside.  After a few more strokes, the man jerked his hand out of Holly's
twat, and she saw it was streaked with her blood.  "Not quite the Blood of
the Lamb -- just some blood from a fuckhole.  God enjoys it when fuckholes
bleed," he said, looking down at her.  He wiped his hand across Holly's
protruding belly, leaving a lot of blood on her skin, and then he turned
and strode out the door.  He had only been in the room a few minutes, but
it seemed like hours to Holly.  She lay on the bed, finally lowering her
legs to the floor, and she got more tissues to clean up the blood.  Her
pussy was bleeding like it did at the sex party, and she swabbed it out
with handfuls of wadded tissues until the bleeding slowed down.

   Holly was laying on the bed resting when the fourth and last man for the
night came in.  He sat down on the bed beside her and smiled at her and
told her his name was Roy, and she returned his smile, liking him
immediately -- but then he told her what he wanted to do to her, and the
smile froze on her face.  In a very pleasant voice, Roy said to her, "I
want to whip you until I draw blood, and then you will lick my ass and
thank me for hurting you.  Can you do that?  I won't touch you unless you
tell me you want it," Holly started crying, knowing she had to go through
with this, knowing how much it was going to hurt and humiliate her.  But
the itch that filled her body, the deep sexual need that had been ramped up
by the drugs David was feeding her, was something she could not deny.  Even
as her mind recoiled from the words Roy was speaking, her body embraced
them.  She could feel her pussy starting to get hot and creamy between her
legs, and her buttocks were already twitching, anticipating the beating she
was going to receive.  She stood up, and so did he, and then she got on her
hands and knees on the bed, and Roy pushed her head down so it was resting
on the bed, and her big round ass was sticking up in the air.  He asked
her, "Do you want it?" and Holly closed her eyes and said, "Yes, I want
it...  I want it..." There was a sharp slap as the cane hit her ass, and
Holly's whole body went rigid as the pain shot through her buttocks.  The
cane raised an immediate red welt that started to bleed, and Holly felt her
eyes filling with tears.  The second stroke was a little below the first
one, and Holly screamed -- she couldn't help it.  The third stroke landed
at the top of Holly's ass crack, and another scream was ripped from her
throat.  She was panting, trying to control her breathing, but the searing
pain was too much for her, and she started sobbing and gasping for breath
as the next stroke landed at the top of her thighs, raising twin welts on
the back of her legs.

   Holly's beating continued until she had received twenty strokes from the
cane.  Her big round ass was a mess, covered with long red welts and
bleeding a lot.  But Roy wasn't through with her.  He pulled her off the
bed, and told her to squat beside it.  Holly's eyes were filled with tears
and her nose was running, but she tried to obey.  Squatting is terribly
difficult and painful for a pregnant woman, especially in her ninth month,
and Holly groaned as she tried to squat beside the bed.  Her knees were
splayed wide apart and her big belly was hanging down almost to the floor.
Roy told her to cross her arms under her breasts, and Holly did as she was
told, crossing her arms in front of her so her forearms were parallel, and
her swollen tits were elevated.  Roy told her he was going to whip her
breasts, and asked for permission.  Holly felt a wave of nausea sweep over
her, She didn't want him to hurt her breasts, but she felt totally
powerless -- and the drugs in her system impelled her toward any sexual
activity, even if it hurt.  She heard herself saying, "Yes, I want it,,, I
want it a lot..." as she looked up at him.  Roy nodded and took a step
back, then whipped the cane through the air and gave Holly a stroke across
the top of her breasts.  She screamed hoarsely, looking down at her chest
as a deep red welt appeared across the top of her swollen tits.  Blood
seeped from it, but before Holly could react, another stroke landed on the
front of her boobs, just below her areolas, and another scream was torn
from her throat.  She was rigid with pain and shock, her hands gripping her
elbows so tight, the thought she might break a finger.  The cane whipped
through the air again, and this time it landed on the undersides of her big
jugs, making them bounce upward before they settled back in place heavily,
jiggling like bowls of jelly.  Holly was sobbing, but she froze with fear
and pain as two quick strokes hit just above and below her areolas, adding
two more welts to the damaged flesh of her breasts.  Roy moved the tip of
the cane to her nipples and poked them, making Holly cringe with fear.  She
wanted to breast-feed her baby, and she was terrified that her breasts
might be damaged so badly that she wouldn't be able to nurse.  She
unconsciously lifted her arms and covered her breasts protectively -- and
then she screamed horribly as the cane whipped down on the back of her
neck. That painful stroke was followed quickly by another that landed on
her shoulder blades, and Holly screamed again, hoarse and ugly.  She put
her arms back down where they belonged, exposing her breasts again, and Roy
whispered, "Good girl," just as he gave her a stroke that landed directly
across her nipples.  Holly felt her breath leave her as her body tensed up
all over.  The pain was the worst she had ever felt, that special pain only
a girl can feel, carrying with it the feeling of failure and inadequacy of
a mother who wouldn't be able to breast-feed her baby.  Holly's sobs filled
the room, and it was a few minutes before she realized that the beating had
stopped.

   Holly looked up and saw Roy rubbing his cock, masturbating slowly as he
looked down at her abused body.  He was standing over her, one hand cupping
his scrotum as he massaged his balls while he rubbed his big cock, bringing
his erection to full length.  His hard cock was twelve inches long and very
wide, and it looked like a baseball bat in his hand.  Holly stared at his
face for a moment, but it was difficult to take her eyes off the throbbing
cock.  In spite of the pain she had suffered, in spite of the welts
bleeding all over her body, Holly felt her vagina creaming like made
between her legs.  She wanted the cock so bad, she could actually feel her
nipples stiffening, in spite of the damage inflicted on them.  She put her
hands under her massive tits and lifted them, making the welts ooze more
blood as she moved her breasts, and she looked up at Roy and said softly,
"Please cum...  oh god, please cum on my tits...  I want you so bad... 
need it so bad..." Roy groaned and reached his climax, and his cock spurted
thick white sperm all over Holly's abused breasts.  Some semen hit Holly in
the face and got in her hair as the cock continued to pump jism on her. 
She reached up and put her left hand on top of Roy's hand that was on his
scrotum, squeezing desperately, wanting his cum so much.  Roy quickly moved
his hand and pushed Holly's hand up around his balls, and as she squeezed
hard, his cock unleashed another huge spurt of semen that hit Holly's
forehead and ran down into her eyes.  Her mouth was open, capturing some of
his sperm so she could swallow it, and some of the jism from her eyes oozed
down over her nose into her nostrils, and Holly sniffed it up her nose and
swallowed it gratefully.  Roy stuck the head of his cock in her mouth and
rubbed the shaft slowly, and another gush of cum flooded over Holly's
tongue and down her throat.  Her lips were wrapped around the cock as she
sucked, her cheeks caving in as she worked to get every drop of his sperm
into her mouth so she could swallow it.  Her whole body felt like a sperm
receptacle for him, and she sucked as hard as she could, milking his cock
for his precious juice.

   Finally the cock slid out of Holly's mouth, and she knew he was done. 
The pain of her injuries flooded back into her head, and she groaned in
pain and humiliation as she thought about what had happened to her in this
room.  When David arrived to take her home, she was curled up on the bed
with her arms wrapped protectively around the big mound of her pregnant
belly.  Her welts were bleeding and she was covered with bruises and sweat.
It took David half an hour to clean her up enough to take her home.

   CHAPTER 62: Last Episode of the Season

   Holly started crying when David told her what he had planned for the
rest of the week, saying she just couldn't take any more abuse.  They were
in the car on the way home after her first night there, and David had to
talk fast to convince her to go back.  She just wanted to let her wounds
heal so she could have her baby in ten days, but David kept telling her
this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her, a chance to have some
great sex and relieve some of the stress in her life, and when that
argument didn't work, David fell back on his old reliable mantra -- "Show
me how much you love me." It worked again, and Holly agreed to go back --
which convinced David that she really was the dumbest whore in history. 
What a slut!  No brains at all.  But that was fine for David -- he would be
making more money this week than he ever had in his life, and he didn't
have to DO anything except drop his little whore off and pick after she
turned some tricks for him.

   David took Holly back to the whorehouse every night for a week.  She
spent every day at the studio, from her 6 AM makeup call to the final shot,
which was usually around 7 PM, and then David drove her to Spelling's
whorehouse for the evening.  David knew this was his last chance to make
money by pimping Holly while she was pregnant, and he set her up with five
men on each of the first two nights, then six men each night for the rest
of the week.  Every night when he picked her up, she looked worse than the
night before.  One night he found her with two long cuts down the sides of
her breasts, like from the point of a knife, and she told him one of the
men had used a box cutter on her.  He had threatened to cut off her
breasts, but she had begged him for half an hour, and he just cut the sides
of her tits.  Another night David found Holly on the floor, laying in a
pool of her own vomit, and she told him one of the men had forced her to
lick his ass while he squatted over her, with her laying on her back on the
floor -- then he made her suck on his anus until some feces ran down into
her mouth, and when she tried to swallow them, she threw up.  But the last
night was the worst.  David found Holly on her knees on the floor with her
arms around her pregnant belly, bleeding from cuts all over the big mound.
One of the men had gone crazy, threatening to slash her face, and she had
calmed him down by offering to suck him off, but after he ejaculated in her
mouth, he called her "the Devil's whore" and took out a knife and started
cutting her belly.  The floor was covered with blood, and David called a
doctor whom he knew to be discreet, then took Holly home after the doctor
got the bleeding stopped and the cuts bandaged.

   Holly made it in to the studio the next day, April 26, the last day of
shooting for the last episode of the season, in which her character Piper
would give birth.  It took a LOT of makeup to hide the damage that had been
inflicted on her body by the men at the whorehouse, and a few people asked
some embarrassing questions, but somehow she got through the filming.  She
could feel her baby shifting down lower in her pelvis, and she knew
something was going to happen soon.  The last scene was completed early,
around noon, and the moment it was done, Holly's water broke.  Perfect
timing!  She had a contraction, and by the time David brought his car
around, she had another one, so it was time to go to the hospital.  David
told everyone on the set that he and Holly wanted to be alone for the
birth, so no one came with them.  Holly called Shannen and asked her to
meet them, but the address David gave her didn't sound like a hospital, and
when they got there, it was a private clinic.  David told Holly it was OK,
he had a doctor and nurse standing by, with all the facilities of a
hospital -- but he wanted a video of the birth, and he had two guys there
to handle the video camera and the lighting and sound.  Holly said that was
OK, and just then Shannen arrived, and they all went in together.

   CHAPTER 63: Holly's "Sexy" Delivery

   What David didn't tell Holly was that he had plans to sell the videotape
-- to as many websites as he could line up.  This would bring in a huge wad
of cash because Holly was so well-known from "Charmed," and also because
the topless pictures of her from "A Reason to Believe" were already all
over the internet and had made her a popular target for porn collectors. 
Those guys would have their tongues hanging out to see her actually giving
birth.  David had already lined up 22 websites that were paying him $5,000
each to post the video -- that was more than $100,000!  He had contacted
distributors that handle the porn theatre circuits and pay-per-view
machines at adult bookstores, and Holly's delivery would be ready for
viewing at some of them as early as an hour after he delivered the tape to
them.  Of course Holly would find out about the tape, and it would make her
die a little inside, a lot worse than the topless pictures from "A Reason
to Believe" -- the tape was going to expose her body completely, and
destroy the privacy and intimacy of the most previous moment in a woman's
live.  But David would just tell her the tape got stolen, and the stupid
slut would believe him because -- well, because she was stupid.  There
never seemed to be a shortage of stupid girls around, with nice tits, wet
cunts, and empty heads -- and Shannen was another perfect example.  David
had talked to her the day before about his plans to videotape the birth,
but of course had not told her what he was going to do with the tape.  He
convinced her the tape would be just for him and Holly to remember the
birth, and told her he had some ideas to make it more exciting.  Shannen
loved his ideas, and said she would go along with everything.

   Shannen helped Holly into the maternity suite and got her into bed. 
Holly felt something inside her vagina, and she opened her legs and put two
fingers in her pussy and found a wad of what looked like snot, slightly
bloody.  It was her mucus plug.  The mucus plug accumulates in the cervix
during pregnancy, and when the cervix begins to open, the mucus is
discharged into the vagina.  She wrapped it in some tissue and disposed of
it, and Shannen grinned and said it wouldn't be long now.  Holly's
contractions were still ten minutes apart, so there was some time.  Shannen
sat and held her hand and talked to her through her next two contractions,
which were getting stronger and closer together.  David came in with the
two technicians who would be operating the video camera and setting up the
lighting and sound, and introduced them to Holly and Shannen.  They wanted
to get some pre-birth shots, so Shannen sat on the bed and talked with
Holly while the men got set up and shot some video for the next hour. 
Holly had three more contractions, and the crew got some closeups of her
face contorted with pain.  The contractions were only six minutes apart
now, and it was time to move Holly to the delivery room.  Two nurses came
in and rolled the bed down the hall, with Shannen walking beside it,
holding Holly's hand.  Shannen stopped outside the delivery room so the bed
could be wheeled inside.

   In the delivery room, Holly's feet were lifted into the stirrups,
elevating and spreading her legs apart.  The usual draping of a sheet over
her legs for modesty was omitted because of the video camera -- it would
impede the view of the actual birth.  Holly looked around for Shannen --
and was surprised to see her standing outside the delivery room, taking off
her clothes...?  She took off her sneakers and jeans, then pulled her
t-shirt over her head and took off her thong, and she was naked.  She
kicked her clothes over in the corner, then leaned down and put on a pair
of red ankle strap pumps with five-inch heels.  She happened to catch
Holly's eyes, and she grinned as she saw the look of bewilderment on
Holly's face.  Shannen came over by the delivery bed and took Holly's hand
and told her David had made some special arrangements -- this was going to
be a "sexy" delivery, and the video would be something very special for
Holly and David to keep forever.  Holly glanced behind Shannen and saw that
the doctor and two nurses were also stripping.  One of the nurses was a
real knockout, five feet ten with very long legs and petite breasts, and
the other was about Shannen's height, five feet four, but with huge boobs
that hung down heavily like cantaloupes.  She had a tiny waist and wide
flaring hips, and she looked like she needed to be fucked.  The doctor was
in good shape, and his soft cock hung between his legs like a snake.  It
was nine inches even when it was soft, and Shannen looked at it with a
grin, wondering how big it would be when it was hard.

   The doctor stood beside the delivery bed, completely naked now, and
asked Holly to lean forward.  He reached for the ties in the back of
Holly's hospital gown.  "This needs to come off for the video," he said
gently, untying the ties and helping Holly remove the thin gown.  Now Holly
was naked like the rest of the people in the room -- and it made her feel
excited.  The whole idea appealed to the rebel in Holly, and she looked
down at the big globes of her milk-swollen breasts, with the huge mound of
her pregnant belly below them -- and suddenly she felt like kicking some
ass.  She had seen some friends' videos of their babies' births, looking
mostly like a train wreck, with video cameras bouncing around and the
images jerky and out of focus.  She would show them how it's done, with a
good crew and some really good photography -- and some ACTION instead of
just watching the pregnant woman laying there screaming while everybody
tells her to push.  This just might be fun.  Shannen bent over and picked
up another pair of red ankle strap pumps with five-inch heels, like the
ones she was wearing, and lifted Holly's feet out of the stirrups so she
could slip them on.  Shannen buckled the straps around Holly's ankles, and
Holly put her feet back in the stirrups, with the pointy toes of her high
heels sticking up in the air.  She grinned at Shannen, and both girls could
hardly wait for the fun to begin.

   A contraction hit Holly, and she gripped Shannen's hand hard.  It felt
like a full-body cramp, starting in her midsection and spreading throughout
her body.  She was breathing fast and shallow, and she realized the video
camera was on her, with the red light on.  The lights were picking up every
detail of the scene, and she managed to smile tightly through the pain. 
Looking into the camera, she said, a little breathlessly, "Hi, I'm Holly
Marie Combs and I'm about to have a baby -- want to watch?" She grinned
into the camera, then grimaced as the contraction got worse.  Shannen held
her hand until it ended, then wiped the sweat off Holly's face.  Her
breasts were sweaty, too, so Shannen ran the towel over Holly's big globes,
making her grin.  Shannen put the towel down and ran both hands over
Holly's boobs, and Holly closed her eyes and mewled softly.  Shannen had
tiny hands and her touch felt like angel's breath, and Holly just lost
herself in the moment.  She felt her nipples getting incredibly stiff, so
hard they hurt, and she looked down and saw they were sticking straight up
like fingers on her chest, so long and thick that she couldn't believe it.
Shannen rolled them between her fingers lightly, and Holly moaned with deep
satisfaction.  Shannen ran one hand over Holly's huge belly, then down
between her legs to her slit, and Holly opened her legs a little and thrust
her groin against Shannen's hand.  Shannen stuck two fingers in her pussy,
and Holly gasped and closed her eyes as Shannen swished her fingers around
inside her itching cunt.  Shannen put her thumb on Holly's clit and just
moved it slightly, and Holly moaned as an orgasm washed over her, leaving
her gasping and smiling.  Shannen grinned as she took her fingers out of
Holly's pussy and brought them to her nose and smelled Holly's fragrance,
then wiped her fingers down Holly's cheek.  Holly caught Shannen's hand and
kissed it gratefully.

   CHAPTER 64: Holly Gets Fucked During Her Labor

   The two nurses stepped up next to Holly, one on either side, and leaned
down and started licking her breasts.  Holly smiled and put her arms around
them, cradling their heads as they found her nipples and started to suck.
Colostrum flowed heavily out of Holly's swollen, ripe breasts, and the
nurses swallowed it as the nursed.  Holly moved her arms down so she could
touch the nurses' hanging tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples
while she suckled them.  Another contraction hit, and Holly breathed faster
as she tried to get through the pain -- but the nurses never stopped
sucking her nipples, and Holly was in heaven.  The contraction eased off,
and Holly looked at the doctor.  She opened her legs a little and said to
him, "I guess it'll be a while before the baby comes, doctor...  want to
use my vagina for something else?" She raised her hips a little, and the
doctor didn't need another invitation.  He stepped over between Holly's
legs and stared down at her gaping pussy, and then his body jerked a little
as he felt a hand on his penis.  Shannen was on her knees in front of him,
and she took his penis in her mouth and sucked it hard.  It only took a
minute or so, and the doctor pulled out of her mouth with a 14-inch
erection.  Shannen guided the cock to Holly's slit, then inserted the head
of the big cock and helped the doctor penetrate her best friend.  Holly
made a sound, half groan and half moan, as she felt the cock filling her
birth canal.  It was as big as a baseball bat, and she opened her legs all
she could, her whole body flowering open to receive the cock meat.  The
doctor started to fuck her with very deep strokes that brought the head of
his cock up against her cervix, which was already dilated a little, and she
could actually FEEL the head of the cock enter her uterus and touch her
baby!  Holly's mind exploded, and then she had an orgasm that made her feel
like she was going crazy.  Every nerve in her body was on fire as she
lifted her feet out of the stirrups and wrapped her legs around her fucker,
crossing her ankles and holding him tight as he gave her four more quick
orgasms, each one bigger than the one before.  He leaned down close to her
face and whispered, "Tell me how much you want it," and Holly looked
straight at him and gasped, "Ohhh god, I need to be fucked like this... 
big cock, so big...  please don't stop...  screw the shit out of me..." The
doctor speeded up his thrusts as Holly moaned louder and louder, and
suddenly she farted explosively, filling the room with the pungent odor of
gas from her bowels, and then there was a wet, bubbly sound as some shit
was forced out of her anus onto the sheets.  Holly was hardly aware of what
had happened -- the heavenly feeling of the cock in her pussy blocked out
all other thoughts, so she closed her eyes and tightened her legs around
the doctor as he got ready to cum.  He thrust his cock into her uterus and
shot his load, and Holly had an orgasm as his thick sperm pumped into her
womb and washed over the soft skin of her unborn baby.  She looked up at
him and smiled a little as she said, "You really did fuck the shit out of
me." The doctor was breathing fast as he finished cumming inside her, and
he patted her on the head and said, "Good girl," then pulled his throbbing
cock out of her twat.  Shannen was still there on her knees, and she caught
the leaking cock in her mouth and started to suck the last of the semen
into her mouth so she could swallow it.  Her cheeks caved in and slurping
sounds came from her lips as she worked hard to capture every drop of the
precious warm jism.  She had both hands on the doctor's scrotum, squeezing
rhythmically, milking his testicles for more semen, wanting it all in her
mouth and her stomach.

   When the fucking was finished, the nurses helped Holly stand up so the
dirty sheets could be changed.  Her bleeding hemorrhoids made the excrement
all bloody, and it was a real mess on the bed.  The smell of Holly's feces
was so strong, the nurses sprayed a lot of air freshener around the room
after the new sheets were put on the bed.  Shannen took some tissues and
got down on her knees behind Holly and gently wiped her ass clean, which
took some time because her hemorrhoids were still bleeding a little, then
she helped Holly get back into the delivery bed just as another contraction
hit her.  This was a strong one, and both nurses helped Shannen hold
Holly's hands and arms until it passed.  The muscular exertion of getting
fucked so close to her delivery time had tired Holly out, so she lay there
for a few minutes, resting, while the video crew got some good shots of her
nakedness.  Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch up on her
breathing, and her swollen breasts were rising and falling fast, jiggling
lewdly as they bounced around on her chest like two basketballs, They just
looked so BIG.  Holly was so petite, only five feet two, the massive globes
of her tits looked like she had gotten huge implants, like a stripper.

   The video crew wanted to get another fuck session on tape, but it was
too soon for the doctor to get another erection after he screwed Holly. 
The cameraman looked at the sound technician, who was about 25 and very
muscular, and the guy went over to Holly and asked her if it would be OK if
he fucked her.  She was still horny because of the sex drugs in her system,
and she smiled up at him and told him she'd love it.  But she didn't want
his penis blocking her vagina with the birth so imminent, so she asked if
he would mind fucking her in the ass.  The guy grinned and told her, "My
favorite place," and asked her to raise her feet out of the stirrups.  The
two nurses stood on either side of Holly and helped her lift her legs
enough to expose her buttocks, rolling the mound of her big belly back
toward her head.  The nurses held her legs in place while the technician
unzipped his jeans and took out his penis.  It was already starting to get
hard, and he rubbed it a little, but then Shannen got down on her knees in
front of him.  She looked up at him and grinned as she said, "Let me take
care of this for you," then she took his cock in her mouth and started to
suck.  He held her head in place and started thrusting, and in a moment he
pulled out of her mouth with a huge erection.  His cock was 12 inches long
and very wide, and Shannen kissed the head of it gratefully, then guided it
to the tiny brown hole below Holly's pussy.  Her anus was still bleeding a
little, but Shannen used the blood as lubricant, smearing the head of the
cock with blood before she positioned it against Holly's tight little
asshole.  Shannen cupped the guy's scrotum in her hand and said softly to
him, "Push," and he penetrated Holly's ass with one stroke.  But her
hemorrhoids were exposed and raw, and Holly screamed in pain as the big
cock filled her rectum.  Anal pain is like no other pain in the world, and
Holly's face was suddenly covered with sweat.  Her whole body went rigid,
every muscle clenched tight as she tried to fight through the pain.  It
wasn't quite as bad as her contractions, but it was damn close.  Her legs
were sticking straight up in the air, with her high heels pointing at the
ceiling and jerking with every little movement as the guy worked his cock
deeper in Holly's anus.  He couldn't believe how TIGHT she was -- her
rectum was gripping his erection like a hand wrapped around his cock, and
he could feel his penis throbbing as it hardened even more inside her. 
Shannen still had her hand on his scrotum, massaging his testicles gently
as he tried to work his cock as deep in Holly's ass as he could.  Finally
Shannen's fingers touched Holly's ass as the cock reached full penetration,
and the guy pulled out a little, then started thrusting into her, with
Shannen keeping her hand on his balls, urging him along.  Holly grunted
with pain on each stroke, gripping the nurses' hands so tight that her
knuckles were white.  She was making a sound in her throat, a low moan
tinged with a growl -- she loved the feeling of the cock in her ass, but
the pain was just so hard to bear.  Every nerve in her rectum felt like it
was being rubbed with sandpaper because her hemorrhoids were so raw and
sensitive, and she was sweating heavily as her fucker enjoyed her warm,
wet, tight little asshole.  He was thrusting like a stallion, and Holly's
whole body was jiggling with each stroke of the cock, her high heels
jerking back and forth, her huge tits wobbling like overfilled balloons
bouncing around on her chest.  The guy was really reaming Holly's ass,
thrusting into her bowels as hard as he could, excited by Shannen's hand
squeezing his testicles, urging him to drive his cock deeper into Holly's
hot little asshole.  She was moaning continuously now, partly from the
thrill of the cock and partly from the pain of her hemorrhoids.  She was
thrusting her hips to meet each stroke of the cock, and she felt Shannen's
hand touching her ass at the bottom of each stroke.  Shannen was still on
her knees so Holly couldn't see her, but it drove Holly crazy to think
about Shannen watching her getting screwed like this, and actually helping
the guy fuck her in the ass.

   Suddenly Holly yelped and her body stiffened -- she was having a
contraction WHILE she was being fucked in the ass.  She couldn't believe
this!  She looked at the nurses with panic on her face -- would her baby be
OK?  Then the contraction took hold of her, gripping her body like a vise,
and Holly clenched all her muscles, trying to ride out the contraction --
and as she clenched her ass, her fucker let out a loud moan and his eyes
opened wide.  Holly's anal ring and rectum were gripping the cock as the
contraction continued, and the intensity of the contact between them was
like nothing either of them had EVER felt before.  She was doing her
shallow breathing, air going in and out very fast as the pain of the
contraction shot through her body, and she couldn't believe the sensation
in her ass -- it was like a horse was fucking her, a huge cock bigger than
her arm, bigger than her leg.  The strain of clenching her muscles had
sharpened her senses, and she could feel every inch of the big cock as it
moved inside her body.  The grip of her anal muscles was so tight, she felt
like her whole body was making love to the cock, and it made her a little
crazy.  She stared at her fucker, and he stared back at her, raw lust
shining in their eyes, never wanting this feeling to end.  He was thrusting
the full length of his erection in and out of Holly's sweet hot anus, the
head of the cock almost falling out of her asshole as he pulled back, then
his pubic hair brushing against her ass as he thrust as deeply into her as
he possibly could.  His cock was tearing the walls of Holly's rectum and
colon, making her hemorrhoids bleed heavily, and the pain was like a razor
blade had been shoved up her ass, but she just didn't care about anything
but the hotness and the tightness of her ass.

   Finally the contraction eased off, and Holly's fucker groaned and thrust
into her one more time before he ejaculated like a horse, pumping his huge
load deep into her bowels, pushing his erection inside her as far as he
could while he was cumming.  Holly had an orgasm as she felt her intestines
filling with his thick jism, and she closed her eyes and floated on the
heavenly feeling as she had three more hard orgasms that left her
breathless and covered with sweat.  She felt like she had run a marathon,
and every muscle in her body was aching and burning.  The man finally
pulled his cock out of Holly's ass, dribbling some cum on the floor before
Shannen quickly took the cock in her mouth and started sucking, wanting the
rest of his sperm for herself.  The cock was streaked with Holly's blood
from her hemorrhoids and bits of her feces, but Shannen didn't care -- she
wanted semen in her mouth, and she got it as she squeezed the man's balls
and was rewarded with a big gush of hot sperm that she swallowed
gratefully. When he was finished cumming, Shannen stood up slowly, with
strings of sperm on her face and hair and breasts, and she leaned over
Holly's face and kissed her, then let her lick some of the sperm off her
face and breasts.  The girls grinned at each other -- this was so HOT! 
They both felt like little hotties, each trying to act sluttier than the
other and loving every minute of it.

   CHAPTER 65: David's Little Secret

   David was sitting in one corner of the delivery room, watching his wife
and her best friend acting like whores.  He couldn't believe how big
Holly's pregnant belly was -- it looked like she was going to explode any
minute.  Seeing her panting and sweating through a contraction while she
was being fucked in the ass was about the hottest thing he had ever seen --
her face got flushed such a deep red, he really thought she might pass out.
And Shannen was working like a little whore, too -- sucking the men's cocks
to get them nice and hard so they could screw Holly, then taking their
cocks straight out of Holly's slimy cunt or bleeding ass into her slutty
little mouth.  Watching Shannen suck a cock that was covered with blood
from Holly's hemorrhoids was enough to give any man a huge erection, and
David's cock had been throbbing in his pants for quite a while.  And the
way Shannen slurped down the cum that was left in the men's cocks after
they finished screwing Holly!  Both men had dumped their loads inside
Holly, filling her cunt and her rectum with their thick, creamy jism -- but
Shannen was still able to squeeze their testicles and milk more sperm out
of their cocks for her to swallow.  She seemed to LOVE the taste of semen
-- couldn't get enough of it, gulping it down like it was the sweetest
nectar, instead of the foul-tasting slimy juice from the same hole that the
man used for pissing.  David had always thought that cumming in a girl's
mouth was like pissing down her throat -- using her body like a piece of
equipment in a bathroom, emptying his cock into her dirty little mouth like
it was a dirty toilet, except instead of urine, he dumped the filthy crap
that his cock spewed out like lava when a slutty little whore got him
excited.  There was no feeling quite like the inside of a girl's mouth
wrapped around his cock when he started to cum -- those hot little twitches
that preceded a climax, then the flood of satisfaction as he had his
orgasm. And then the best part, as his big dick released the first spurt of
jism into the girl's waiting, willing mouth.  She usually jerked her head
as the sperm hit the back of her throat, involuntarily trying to reject the
sour juices that were never meant to go anywhere except her slimy little
cunt -- and then she overcame her body's natural disgust for the sticky
liquid and started to swallow it willingly, gulping it down like it was ice
cream, sucking on the cock to get every drop of semen into her dirty mouth
so she could prove what a filthy whore she was by swallowing it.  There was
no sexual act between a man and a girl that was dirtier or more degrading
than the little bitch accepting the man's jism willingly, even gratefully,
smiling up at him as she licked his sperm off her lips, thankful that she
was lucky enough to be chosen to receive the gift of the his bodily fluids.

   David rubbed his cock through his pants as Holly and Shannen smiled at
each other.  He felt his cock stiffen as he remembered the report he had
received from Holly's OB-GYN after the B&D party a month ago.  He had taken
her in for an examination after she had taken the 18-inch dildo up her
snatch at the party, because she kept bleeding after the party.  When the
doctor called the next day, David took the call -- and the doctor told him
Holly's baby had died on injuries from trauma caused by a blunt object. 
David knew what had happened -- Holly had fucked herself so hard and so
deep with the dildo, it had penetrated her uterus and knocked her baby
around until it died.  He remembered how she had lifted her hips, then
plunged her body down on the dildo again and again, fucking herself while
the men watched and applauded.  The doctor had more information from the
examination -- the baby was a girl, perfectly healthy until it had been
killed inside the womb, and it had a strong African-American appearance,
with spatulate lips, receding forehead, and nappy hair.  David grinned
cruelly when he heard that -- Holly had gotten herself knocked up by a
nigger!  He remembered the sex parties where he had arranged for her to be
screwed only by niggers, spics, and chinks, hoping she would get pregnant
with a black- or brown- or yellow-skinned baby, knowing how it would
destroy her when she found out what she was carrying.  And now it had come
true!  David felt the rush of elation that a man only feels when he has
managed to degrade or humiliate a girl -- there's no greater feeling for a
man, a great rush that makes his head swim and his cock get hard.  David
had of course NOT told Holly about the doctor's phone call, wanting to wait
and spring the news on her when she least expected it.

   Now, sitting in the delivery room, David realized he wasn't going to
tell Holly -- not a word.  He had thought he would break the news so she
could have a therapeutic abortion to remove the dead fetus from her womb --
but now he had a much better idea.  He would let her go through labor and
give birth, only to find that her baby was stillborn.  His cock stiffened
at the thought of Holly going through all the pain and suffering of labor,
all the hours of sweating and hurting and getting through her contractions,
and then finally ending with the birth of a dead baby.  It was such a
freaky idea, he HAD to see it through.  So he sat there and watched as
another contraction hit Holly, and Shannen and the nurses held her hands
and helped her get through it as she did her fast breathing to handle the
intense pain.

   CHAPTER 66: One Last Fuck Before Giving Birth

   The contractions were only a few minutes apart now, and the birth was
imminent -- but as soon as she could speak after her contraction, Holly
said she wanted to be fucked one more time.  The sex booster drugs in her
system were ramping up her sex drive to a fever pitch, and she just didn't
care that she was about to give birth -- she wanted sex again, NOW!  But it
was too soon for the doctor or the sound technician to fuck her again --
and Holly looked at the cameraman and smiled.  The guy realized what was
going on, and he grinned as he handed the camera to the sound technician,
who kept it running while the guy stepped over to Holly.  He was around 30,
thin and wiry -- but when he unzipped his jeans and took out his penis,
Holly looked at it and gasped, then smiled at the guy.  His cock looked
like a length of garden hose, at least ten inches long, even though it was
only slightly erect.  Holly reached for it, and as she rubbed it, it
started to get hard.  She motioned for him to step closer so she could kiss
it, and it stiffened a little more.  Shannen pulled him around so she could
get down on her knees in front of him, and with Holly watching, she started
to suck the massive cock.  Holly put her hand on the guy's scrotum, and he
groaned with satisfaction as she squeezed his testicles gently.  Shannen
moaned a little as the cock got bigger in her mouth, and in a moment the
guy pushed her away.  His erection was fully 15 inches long, and Holly
looked at it like it was an idol for her to worship.  She pulled the guy's
arm to get him to step closer, and she gently held the shaft of his cock
while she kissed the large head.  She shivered a little with anticipation,
then looked up at him with her eyes shining.  "Will you please, oh, please
will you fuck me now...  I need you so bad...  please..." She stroked the
long shaft of the heavy cock, and the man leaned down and kissed her on the
lips.  Then he stepped around and stood between her legs.  She had her feet
back in the stirrups, with her high heels on the cold metal, and her legs
were spread wide apart so her pussy and her asshole were exposed.  The guy
brought the head of his cock to her slit, then penetrated her gently. 
Holly gasped and shuddered, knowing she was going to get a great ride.  She
thrust her hips forward, and the guy impaled her on his huge cock, sliding
the full length of it inside her body.  Her vagina was soaking wet with her
own secretions and some semen from her earlier fucking, but the guy's cock
was so long and thick, he had to force it a little, making Holly close her
eyes and moan as she had her first orgasm with him.  He pulled back a
little, then thrust into her again -- and another contraction started. 
Holly panicked, her eyes wide with fear, but her fucker took her hands in
his and held onto her, looking into her eyes as he said softly, "Stay with
me."

   The guy held his cock perfectly still inside Holly's body as the
contraction hit her, and she groaned as the pain enveloped her, contorting
her face into a mask of agony.  Just at that moment, the guy gave her a
little thrust -- and the muscles of her birth canal, already flexed with
the contraction, tightened a little more, gripping the cock like a steel
glove.  The guy closed his eyes as his cock stiffened, feeling like blue
steel, feeling like it was three feet long, buried deep in this little
slut's pussy.  He opened his eyes and saw the sweat pouring off her face
and body, saw her expression of pain as she tried to push.  The big cock
was blocking her birth canal, and the baby couldn't enter her vagina to be
born as long as the blockage was there.  Holly knew that -- but she needed
more cock, at least for a little while, so she tried not to push, and
finally the contraction ended.  She tried to catch her breath, nodding to
her fucker, letting him know it was OK to fuck her some more, and he began
thrusting into her like a horse.  Holly opened her legs a little wider,
raising her feet out of the stirrups so her high heels were dangling in the
air, jerking back and forth with each stroke of the cock in her pussy.  She
moaned continuously now, a low noise that came out of her throat like an
animal as she surrendered herself to the raw feeling in her twat.  Her
whole existence came down to just her vagina, and the way it was wrapped
around the most beautiful penis in the world, the biggest cock in the
universe.  She flowered her pregnant body open willingly, working so hard
to make her fucker happy, wrapping her legs around him and holding him
close against her.  He was almost ready to cum, and his cock was so long,
the head kept poking into her uterus.  She caught him at the bottom of a
stroke, with the head of his cock deep in her uterus, touching her baby,
and she moaned, "Please cum...  oh god oh god please cum in me...  need it
so bad...  need you to cum..." Her fucker groaned and held her hips in
place as he thrust even deeper into her womb, and then his cock exploded,
spewing thick creamy cum all over Holly's unborn baby.  She writhed back
and forth as one orgasm after another made her body convulse like she was
an epileptic.

   Now Shannen wanted some cum for herself, and she tugged on the guy's
arm, urging him backward.  She quickly got down on her knees as the cock
emerged from Holly's dripping cunt, and took it into her mouth.  It was
still spurting, cumming like mad, and Shannen moaned as the head popped out
of her mouth and a gush of semen hit her in the eyes.  She took the cock
back in her mouth with a groan, and after a moment she swallowed her first
mouthful of sperm.  She could feel the thick jism oozing down her cheeks as
she sucked, and she reached up and used her fingers to scoop it into the
corners of her mouth.  She wanted every drop of the precious juice, and she
made loud slurping noises as she sucked hard, her cheeks caving in from the
force of her sucking.  She heard Holly making some noises, and turned her
head enough so she could see that the nurses were holding Holly's hands as
she started to deliver her baby.  Shannen swallowed as fast as she could,
milking the cum from the cock, and finally it was all gone.  She pushed the
guy away and quickly stood up and took one of Holly's hands as Holly
grunted in pain.

   CHAPTER 67: Holly Gives Birth

   Holly was pushing hard now, and the doctor was standing between her
legs. He saw the baby's head, then the shoulders -- and he realized the
baby was black.  He glanced up at Holly's face, but her eyes were closed as
she grimaced in pain.  The doctor pulled gently on the baby -- and as it
emerged from Holly's gaping pussy, he realized the baby was dead.  He
motioned to one of the nurses to take it and wrap the body in a blanket,
and suddenly everyone in the room learned what David had known for several
weeks.  The doctor and the nurses and the video crew realized that Holly
Marie Combs, beautiful young white actress and TV star, had gone through
hours of labor for nothing.  Holly was still getting her breath, but then
she opened her eyes and asked if her baby was OK.  The doctor didn't say
anything, and she stared at him, then burst into tears.  It was like she
knew something terrible had happened, even before the doctor took her hand
and told her quietly that her baby was stillborn.  Holly started to wail, a
sound that wasn't nice to hear, like an animal, an ancient sound that early
humans made when they lost everything.  But then Holly asked to see her
baby, and the doctor told her that would be a bad idea, but Holly insisted,
and the tiny bundle was brought to her.  She cradled it in her arms,
sobbing, and then carefully pulled back the edge of the blanket.  There was
a long silence before Holly looked up, puzzlement showing on her face as
she said, "This is not my baby." The doctor told her it was, and Holly
moved her eyes from the doctor to the baby, then back again.  Speaking
slowly, as if she were talking to an idiot, she said, "Nooo, this is a
nigger baby.  This is not my baby.  Where is MY baby?!" She was almost
screaming, and the doctor shook his head and waited until she had calmed
down a little, then explained that this was the baby that had come from
Holly's womb.  Holly stared at him for a moment -- and then she THREW the
baby against the wall!  Still wrapped in the blanket, the baby's body fell
to the floor, and one of the nurses picked it up.  Holly was talking,
almost to herself.  "That can't be my baby because that's a fucking nigger
baby...  can't be mine -- wait...  oh god, that party...  those filthy men,
the niggers and the others...  they all fucked me...  oh god, I got knocked
up by a NIGGER!!" Her face twisted with revulsion as she looked down at her
deflated belly.  "Ohhh god, I had that piece of shit INSIDE me...  first
the nigger stuck his cock up my snatch and got me pregnant, then I had his
baby -- his fucking filthy horrible nigger baby that nobody would ever
want...  he got me dirty inside and I had a dirty nigger baby...  my
insides are filthy..." She started to hit her own stomach, beating herself
without pity, until the two nurses grabbed her arms and restrained her.
EPILOG: Holly and David Welcome Finley Arthur Donoho
The day after Holly gave birth, an announcement was released by her
publicist, stating briefly that she and her husband were at home with their
newborn son, Finley Arthur Donoho, born on April 26, 2004 at 1:30 PM in an
unspecified Los Angeles hospital.  His weight was seven pounds and eleven
ounces, and he was a healthy baby.  Holly was in good condition after
giving birth, and David was very happy to have a son, according to the

announcement.

   What was NOT in the announcement would have made a more sensational
story, but the truth would have ruined Holly's career, so it was swept away
in a flurry of news releases tracking Holly and David as they started their
time of proud parenthood.  There was no mention of the fact that Holly had
gotten up from the delivery table and attempted to dismember her daughter
-- the stillborn black baby she had just delivered -- using a surgical saw
she found in the delivery room.  She went a little crazy and had to be
restrained, and then she collapsed, her mind shredded by the reality that
she had actually gotten pregnant by a black boy and had his baby.  In her
mind, seeded by her racist family, there was nothing worse for a white girl
than any kind of sexual contact with a nigger, and getting pregnant with a
nigger baby was reason enough for any of her male relatives to kill her
rather than letting her bring the ultimate shame on the family by giving
birth to a piece of shit that had been implanted in her womb when she got
raped by some nigger buck.  It had to have been rape, because no white girl
would EVER willingly submit to a nigger boy.

   David took Holly home after the delivery.  Shannen came along, and while
she took Holly upstairs and got her into bed, David drove to a seedy area
in East Los Angeles and found what he was looking for -- a shanty on a
run-down street with trash filling the tiny front yard.  He had called some
people he knew, and they had tipped him off to this place.  There was no
door, just a rough opening in the front wall, and inside he found what he
was looking for -- a very young girl nursing a baby.  She was wearing
nothing except a pair of men's briefs, and her milk-swollen breasts hung
heavily from her emaciated chest as the baby nursed.  Her hair was long and
filthy, and she couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds.  She was tiny,
about 4 feet 10, and she told David she was 15 years old.  Her skinny arms
were covered with needle marks, but she said she had stayed off drugs while
she was pregnant.  David doubted that, but he would have the baby tested
later, and if it was addicted, the deal would be canceled, and the whore
knew that.  Her baby was two days old, and she had delivered him herself,
laying on a dirty piece of cardboard in an alley.  A social worker had seen
some of what happened, and that's how David found out about the baby. 
David showed the whore five $100 bills, and she reached for them, but he
jerked them back and motioned for her to give him the baby.  She pulled his
lips away from her nipple and handed him over as he started to cry.  She
held out her palm, but David reached down and tucked the bills into the
front of her briefs, then moved his hand down and touched her slit.  She
quickly grabbed the money, then pulled the briefs down around her knees and
spread her legs, inviting him to use her any way he wanted.  But her ribs
were showing too plainly through her sallow skin for him to be interested
in touching her any more.  He pinched each of her nipples, then walked out
of the shack with his new son.
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