Picking and Choosing

                               Picking and Choosing

                                               by

                                     Jethro Jodhpur

                                        Chapter 15

       I'd like to say that the trip was filled with adventures on the road and lots of sex at the motels that we stayed, but such was not the case. At the last minute I got a call announcing that there was a change in location. Now our destination was a city in Mexico called Nuevo Laredo. This thriving metropolis of over 200 thousand folks was about 200 miles south of San Antonio. It took us almost three days to get there, and there wasn't too much of consequence to see as the miles rolled by and Piggy whined about how sore her ass was. Ginny did enough driving to make it worth taking her along, but I still wasn't sold on her as a member of the team. That was nothing compared to how I felt about my potential moneymaker. Halfway to our objective I started thinking about kicking her out of the car and letting her fend for herself while we continued to head south. On the second night I was seriously planning how to get rid of her body after I strangled her to death in mid-whine. Had we been driving to SanDiego, I'm sure Piggy would never have made it.

       Regardless we arrived in one piece and set up shop as part of the advanced cadre that ultimately would turn into a booming maquiladora. Someone in the shadowy organization that was bankrolling this project knew his or her stuff about NAFTA and it's rules and regulations. There would be no trouble from the Mexican authorities thanks to the spirit of cooperation between the two nations and the bribes that were paid to the local officials who had responsibility for seeing that we operated under the agreements made between our two countries. It would be a few more weeks before the technical folks, US amateur and Euro third tier pornsters arrived, but my current assignment was to recruit the local talent.

       Ads were placed in the local newspapers and visits were made to most of the brothels in the area, nearly a dozen, which was kind of amazing considering the population of the area was only perhaps a quarter million. However we got our best response from a contact provided by my US employer that opened up the local swing groups to us. I hired a local woman, who was a looker, but not interested in working in front of the cameras, as our translator. Then for the next week and a half it was interviews, interviews and more interviews.

       The local talent proved to be a very mixed bag, and it seemed that the great majority of the ladies were named Lupe, Maria, Rosa, and of all things, Britney. The ones that weren't too old, too fat or too ugly and didn't smell bad were invited back for a more detailed interview, or as I began to call it, the money shot. For this phase we hired a group of local studs to act as the candidates' partners as the girls demonstrated their oral and in some cases, anal skills. One teenager who was hired, even took on three of my studs in the airtight position, much to my delight. For the first time since I let Ginny join us, I got to use her talents, pairing her with some of the borderline talent to see if they might be capable of doing some decent girl-girl. It should be noted that most of the girls featured full bushes and Ginny was picking pubic hair from between her teeth for days.

       Antoinette, my translator, proved most helpful and I began to get the feeling that it wouldn't take too much to get her into the sack. The longer we worked together the more interested I became, despite the fact that I had Piggy and Ginny at my disposal whenever the spirit moved me, which these days wasn't often. She claimed that she was descendent of the French who came here to Mexico and mostly perished when their sponsor, Napoleon, disappeared from the poitical scene. I bided my time waiting for the right situation that would allow me to pluck this ripe fruit from the lower branches.

       It was interesting how my two companions handled the move and all that came with it. Ginny had no problem with the local cuisine and appeared to be gaining weight. On her the extra poundage looked good, almost good enough for me to suggest that she let me check out her moves in bed. Piggy on the other hand was losing weight rapidly, and on the verge of actually looking svelte. She too was on my list of pussy no, more like ass, to nail. I began to wonder what a foursome might be like, and tabled the thought for further evaluation when such an opportunity might present itself.

       A couple of days later the first director made an appearance. He was an old hand who needed some work to bankroll his next porn production. The guy, Evan was his name, was less than enchanted with the local talent I had assembled, especially since most of them knew less than twenty words of English. This was when Antoinette stepped in and saved my bacon. She'd sit patiently by Evan and tell Lupe or Maria what moves to make on the local stud once Evan decided. Evan seemed to do everything on the fly; he never came prepared for the scene, instead he'd wing it, which was touble since his cast was less than professional, and completely unable to do anything unless it was explained to them in excruciating detail.

       By the end of the second day he had shot nothing that was useable. I put in a call to my contact and let him know what was going on. The next day Evan was gone, replaced by a guy that looked like he'd just graduated from highschool. This kid was no nonsense and he spoke fluent Mexican, or whatever lingo these people used to communicate. However the stuff he shot was awesome; he was the real deal. Over a period of three days and nights he shot the first two ultra-blue productions, and they were smoking. Of interest he and Antoinette hit it off immediately and she worked side by side with him the entire time. By the finish of the second tape she was effectively the assistant director and starting to have a strong input into the plot development, such as it was. I began to despair about bedding this reserved and refined lovely.

       Both tapes were heavy on bondage and forced sex. The first one featured the teenager that had done it all during her picture session. She was attacked, her clothing ripped off,  hands tied behind her back and nailed repeatedly in every hole by a mob of sex-crazed Mexicans. What made it even hotter was the blue streak of insults she kept up, urging these guys to show her what they had and not being very impressed by their efforts. The guys rose to the occasion as they took turns doing their best to hurt her, and by midway in the tape it was a giant grudge-fuck session and they gave her hell. The highlight of the tape was when one guy put her in a choke hold and squeezed her windpipe until she passed out, her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth and her eyes nearly popping from their sockets. All the while this was happening, two guys were tag-teaming her distended asshole while another one was twisting her tits into weird and very painful shapes.

       It took nearly four hours under the hot lights with very few brief breaks before my director was satisfied with what he had shot. By then the teen, who now went by the name Lupe Lascivious compliments of Antoinette, was so wasted that she just laid there in a pool of her own sweat and what seemed like half a gallon of cum, all soaking into the filthy mattress upon which she had taken on over fifteen guys, most more than once. Her black thatched moneymaker was completely covered with a layer of cum in varying states of solidification, her firm young tits were marked with dozens upon dozens of teeth marks as her attackers got more insane as the scene wore on. Her butthole was so distended that it never closed while she was cleaning up afterwards.

       In the interest of making the gangbang even more one-sided, the director, a mean bastard for one so young, had allowed Lupe only a few meager sips of water during her two breaks, weakening her further. Rumor has it that a couple of the studs took her back to their place and continued the destruction of her pussy and asshole well into the next morning. Two days later he started another production and Lupe L, none the worse for wear, was once more part of his cast. This one featured our first animal act and she took on a pony and wore the poor thing out.

       It was however the third tape he made that established a totally unknown talent as the new queen of hard edged ultraviolent porn. You guessed it, it was none other than our translator, Antoinette. To this day I wonder if she did the tape because she got turned on by what she saw from Lupe L,  was trying to get the director to pay attention to her as a woman,  just for the hell of it, or because the money was nearly ten times what she was getting as a translator and assistant director.

       In the brief hiatus between his first and second productions the first contingent of Euros arrived, the great majority from the eastern part of the continent and like their Mexican counterparts, most spoke little if any English. These were the second or third tier porn players, and eager to do anything to make some US currency so they could indulge whatever habits they had. This was a major source of concern and I let my contact know it as soon as the first Euro showed up on the set stoned to the eyeballs.

       The women had plenty in common with the native players, on the heavy side with plenty of pubic hair and in some cases a forest growing in their armpits. Their tattoos ran the gamut from the bizarre to the obscene and that was used to advantage in our productions. Personal hygiene was minimal and many had to be told to take a shower before going on stage for a scene. Our young director took full advantage of these imperfections and now something like ass to mouth was truly a ground breaking activity, thanks to their reluctance to take an enema before doing an anal scene. In point of fact unless they were working with animals, every scene had anal content.

       It's worth it to give you a good idea of just what made that third tape such a monster success. First it runs close to six hours and comes in three parts, each with a separate fee, something almost unheard of in this business. The opening scene was actually shot outside the studio using the city as background. Antoinette, playing the part of a woman involved in an elaborate plan to hijack a huge drug shipment, is arrested by the local authorities and taken to a special facility where she is interrogated. From there on every scene was shot on our stages. What made it different besides the extreme sex and violence was the relationship that developed between our heroine, if she could be described that way, and the police official reponsible for making her reveal who was the mastermind that developed and executed the plan for the hijacking. Antoinette was responsible for most of the script requiring speaking parts that went beyond the standard fuck film lines such as 'fuck me, I need it bad....harder, faster, deeper,I'm coming.....etc, etc, etc"

       What makes it so remarkable was the content. Usually our stuff would be sex first and foremost plus a little something extra like bondage and violence. This one broke that mold. It featured ultraviolence, torture, beatings, bestiality, water sports and anything else the demented mind of our director,supported by some original ideas from his star, could dream up, and a little sex, mainly gangbangs to act as bridges from one terrible torture session to the next. Nothing in this hymn to violence and everything sick that we hid away until we were alone, was staged. Antoinette took it like a trooper,or better still a woman who knew she was dead the moment she spilled her guts to the authorities.

       Now couple this content with a star who is a flawless beauty, soft spoken, and had a body that other porn stars could only fantasize possessing despite the miracles of advanced cosmetic surgery and the like. The first time she disrobed on stage there was stunned silence from every person involved from the director to the guy handling the mike boom. It was as if an angel had descended from the skies in all its glory, if one could imagine such a creature in this kind of place. Then the lights came on and the director began shouting instructions to his male lead who spoke excellent English as well as being quite well hung and able to use it on demand.

       You talk about realism, this was for real, every frame. Due to the brutal nature of each scene it was almost impossible to reshoot it, so the director went longer than  necessary so he would have something to edit into what he hoped to finally produce. Because of the incredible wear and tear on the body of the star, shooting was limited to no more than twelve hours a day. The rough cut was done in three days, and by then Antoinette was almost unrecognizable. In the interest of realism every cut, bruise, bump, welt, bite, and burn was left untreated, except in the most damaging cases such as when she was riddled with darts while hanging from her wrists.

       Of interest, it was the more benign sections of the tape from the physical sense that were the most stressing. Try being dunked in a tank of water for almost an hour straight, your naked body tied tightly to the board that seesaws up and down pushing your head under for indeterminate periods of time, also in the interests of realism; no looping for this director. To make it even more violent, every so often one of the goons would punch her in the stomach after she'd been under for say a minute and was at the end of her air supply. At the end of this scene she was pale as a ghost, her body shivering and her eyes open, but unfocused. It took the doctor that we hired to care for her almost an hour to get her up and around sufficiently so she could do her next scene where she was gangbanged by a mob of goons who nearly ruined her cunt and asshole with repeated double penetrations of each hole.

       Afterwards she went to sleep in a little area off the main sets and slept for ten hours. After a quick breakfast and a check by the doctor, she was ready to go for her first scene of the day, a little tryst involving her, two goons, the police commander and a hand cranked field telephone that had been modifed into a torture instrument. They passed enough juice through her naked body to light up a small town, and the shims they used to protect her from swallowing or chewing her tongue were put to the test on a number of occasions. She finished up her day by taking on a pack of large nondescript dogs who had been driven crazy by the scent of the bitch in heat that had been generously rubbed over her body. It was a massacre of epic proportions as well as one of the highlights of the tape, and left her unconscious as two mongrels fought each other for the right to mount this strange bitch once more. Even the director was on the verge of calling off the last day of shooting until Antoinette regained her strength and composure. However after a lenghty conversation with her, the doctor and yours truly he was convinced that she was good to go and all she needed was a good night's sleep. She was some actress, I'll give her that.

       I did not think she was going to make it through the day. For openers she took a ferocious beating while hanging by her welted 39D tits, her idea I might add. Somehow Antoinette found enough energy to make it past the lengthy second scene of the day which took over three hours to film to his satisfaction. After a brief break because they were running behind schedule, they got to the final scene, which I hate, but it's a best seller so who am I to criticize this work of twisted genius. They finally break Antoinette by degrading her to the point that she is less than an animal. This was too much for her to take and so she coughed up the names of those responsible for planning and pulling off the hijacking, knowing full well that she had just signed her death warrant.

       I don't know how he pulled it off, but he got a pack of dogs and nearly a dozen extras to piss all over her as she knelt with her mouth propped open and her pussy dribbling the latest loads of cum that had been pounded into what was left of her twat. The threat of drowning her in the toilet filled to its brim with a mixture of feces, animal and human, and an ocean of piss bubbling like some evil potion finally breaks her will and on that high note the tape ends, except for a little snippet that shows her tormentors holding her head under the bubbling mess in that toilet as she struggles weakly and then gives up and begins ingesting the contents.

       I'm always the first to mention to anyone who asks, that I was personally involved in the making of her first tape. Today she is numero uno when it comes to the porn underground that dotes on sadomasochistic films such as the one that made her famous. By the way, she and the director never got it together and he left for greener pastures and she continued to make these insane epics that put her through hell, but somehow she aways got herself together and maybe a few weeks or months later, depending on the severity of her last film, she'd surface and be on the set doing another for the fans.

       Less than a week later Peter Python arrived in town and he and Piggy made a film that is still talked about. It was my little moneymaker's shining hour and then like a shooting star burning up in the upper atmosphere she was no more as far as the porn world was concerned. But that's another bit of my adventures in operating the first maquiladora whose main product line was the most hard edged sex and violence films ever made. It's a story for another time, sooner than later, you can be sure of that.

                                                                       ( To be continued )