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Picking and Choosing - Chapter 17
The arrival of Peter Python and his entourage was a minor break in the routine that dominated the output of our busy little cottage industry devoted to cranking out only the bluest of the blue. We had negotiated a three-scene deal featuring the biggest cock in the porn industry. Peter was a prick in many respects. He was a large pain in the ass when it came to his demands even after the ink on his contract had dried and been away in a safe place. He never showed up on time and his petulant behavior added many extra hours and additional cost to any production featuring this freak of nature.
It took a special female performer to play opposite the biggest dick in porn. Not only did she have to look good as per a clause in his contract, he also insisted that the female performer be made available prior to the shooting so she could become accustomed to what to expect once they started a scene. Rumor had it that more than one performer had been put out of action for weeks thanks to his uncaring attitude when it came to his partner's health and safety.
I'd lined up some of the hottest and strongest women in the Eastern European porn business. These honeys were used to insane directors and sex partners who treated them like raw meat. One had heard about Peter the prick and was looking forward to using him to make her more famous back home. What made it even more interesting was currently she and another porn stud from the homeland were involved in plenty of off screen activity. His dick wasn't in the Peter Python class, very few, all black, were. However he had arms like a blacksmith and no trace of flab on his solid body. I couldn't help but hope that after Peter got through shooting his scenes, he and this guy might go at it, especially if his sweetie had been harmed in any way by this super star of porn.
The Python, as he liked to be called, had signed a deal to star in one of our patented epics, ultra violence mixed with plenty of sick sex. As luck would have it, Antoinette had just returned from the private hospital that had put her fabulous body back together once more. I heard rumors that she was paying for their services with her body, and in exchange they were using her as a guinea pig for some of their weird science procedures that were so popular with the ultra rich class, especially women over fifty with a yen for unlimited sex with young, hung studs.
Naturally the prick, as I called him, wanted to check out Antoinette first. I figured any woman who could handle a donkey could take on Peter Python without too much trouble. Such proved to be the case, much to the distress of the prick's ego. Unfortunately the next candidate, that proved to be Astrid the pro from Hungary, bore the brunt of his anger. Peter insisted that she take his monster dong up the ass before he would allow her to work in any of his scenes. She paid the price, which meant a day and a half of bleeding afterward. I began to rub my hands together in glee for what would no doubt happen right after this epic was completed. For reasons I could never understand, Piggy and the Python hit it off like long lost relatives. So ended casting the epic, which made me happy no end.
Our staff of writers, all two of them, had produced another cookie cutter of a script for this latest output of our humble maquiladora. Peter Python was playing the lead role of the interrogator attempting to wring the truth from three women who were thought to be conduits about information concerning a new weapon that was in the process of being fielded for combat. Astrid's English left a little to be desired, so she got to start this epic of excess. She had a solid body with good to great knockers depending on your taste in tits. The guards or goons, depending on which side your rooting for, tie her to a heavy wooden chair and take turns seeing if they can knock it over with one punch to Astrid's face or body. It doesn't take long for the suspect to look like a lump of raw hamburger topping a big bruise that once was a body. However try as they might the chair only tips, but never flips over with Astrid as the passenger. Frustrated they untie her and drag the unconscious spy from the room.
There was a break as the makeup people did their best to repair some of the worst damage that was done to Astrid in the opening scene. Once they repaired her face and made sure nothing had been fractured, they used makeup to return her face to the state it was after the first major beating. I just love show business, which can do marvelous things to deceive the audience, especially the types that pay top dollar for what is touted to be the real thing. Much of it is, but we still depend on smoke and mirrors for the heavy-duty pain and suffering that is displayed. While the experts were rebuilding and then hiding their work, the stage for the third scene was being assembled including the dog pack that would be used.
The bridge scene was our standard gangbang, featuring eight studs doing Astrid in every hole at least twice. There is very little faking in this scene, and the studs pride themselves on making Astrid scream and beg for mercy, which they ignore, but use as incentive to step up the pain and suffering they deal out to their victim. I must admit that our standard gangbang is head and shoulders above the usual bill of fare provided by US and European operations. We use two shooters who have hand-held cameras and they move around as the gangbang progresses. Sometimes both are focused on one specific activity, but from different angles. Sometimes one is doing a close up while the other pans over the entire scene. We rotate the studs in and out of the scene since we use arc lights that really drive the set temperature up to the point that the star of the scene looks like she's swimming in her own sweat, a nice touch that is one of our trademarks. You will never see studs standing around playing with their dicks, that's a definite no-no for us.
Astrid was perfect for this scene for a number of reasons. She was fair sized with good to great tits, and a fine, full ass. What made her really ideal was her attitude and long hair that proved useful for the studs on many occasions. Her English left much to be desired, but her character was already pretty well beaten up and was expected to at best do a lot of grunting and groaning as she was fucked stupid and beyond. Naturally Astrid's hands were tied tightly behind her back, so tight that as the gangbang progressed they became obviously swollen. Usually she would be involved with three studs at a time minimum; one in her asshole, another in her cunt and the third face-fucking her. Someone was always using her long hair as reins or support. Often her head would be jerked back to its limit by the stud ass fucking her who needed the support to keep his balance as he did his best to ruin her asshole. Other times the one face-fucking her used the long hair to keep her head steady as he punched his dick in and out of her mouth and down her throat.
Another thing about an ultra-blue production gangbang was the incredible violence that was woven into it. Except for Antoinette, no lady starring in one of our gangbangs ever walked off the set after the scene was finished. Most were unconscious by the time the director was satisfied, or too beaten up to even move. More than half of the local talent never returned after doing one of these scenes, and most of the others were so beaten up that it was weeks before they dared venture in front of the cameras once more. The Euros were another cup of tea. Most of these pros were used to being attacked, screamed at, pinched, prodded, spit on, kicked, slapped and even punched on occasion. They were tough and it showed when compared to the white bread porn types that came from the US and most of the local talent.
They wasted no time beating the hell out of Astrid. While two studs alternated their brutal assault on her distended asshole, another one held her head steady by her long hair so the fourth stud could deliver one hard slap after another across her face, smearing some of the makeup, which only added to the gory nature of the scene. This turned into a watertight section, all three holes shut tightly be thick lengths of hard cock. Then she was flipped on her back and two guys alternated in her cunt and finally ended with a double penetration of her well-worn twat. Another stud jumped into the scene and began pounding those big tits with brutal punches that drove the air from her lungs. It turned out to be Astrid's boyfriend, if that was what he was, but he didn't cut her any slack. I began to wonder if she was a pain slut, but dismissed that idea when she started to puke up whatever she had for dinner. The director screamed for everyone to keep on going. He must have loved the realism associated with someone barfing all over the stage.
Astrid got kicked in the twat as two grinning studs held her legs spread wide to make a better target. From there they pulled her up by her ankles into another split. This time two studs took turns fucking her swollen pussy while another kept kicking her in the belly to force up more vomit. When they tired, another pair went to work on her distended asshole. They took turns driving their cocks deep into that swollen asshole as she grunted and screamed whenever one of the kicks nailed her in the twat. For the grand finale they double penetrated her asshole and managed to work their cocks up and down as she added a few more dribbles of puke between the dry heaves that each blow to her belly caused.
Still not satisfied, another pair took over and continued to ruin her asshole that was now bleeding profusely. This time they had put her on the floor and someone else stood on her ankle while a fourth member of the gangbang pulled her other leg straight up to make it easy for her to be penetrated by the new pair. To add to her pain a fifth participant stomped down on the inside of her thigh, leaving livid bruises behind the series of blows he delivered to the vulnerable flesh. To finish the prisoner off they put Astrid on her belly and two men took turns pile driving their cocks into the bloody soup bubbling up from her blown-out asshole. Another kicked her in the ribs as if he was some type of machine, delivering each blow with the same power and time between them.
A fourth member of the mob was holding her head back by her long hair that was wrapped tightly around his fist. Two more of the gang had plugged her mouth full with their cocks that were being forced deeper and deeper into her throat to cut off her air supply. Both cameramen managed to get tape of her face turning from one color to another and finally her eyes popping and then rolling up into her head to signal that she was on the verge of suffocating. It was a perfect ending to this bridge scene. Alas Astrid is now so out of it, her trip to the dog run is put on hold. After all, there are still two conspirators waiting to spill their guts with a little assistance from the interrogator.
Antoinette is next to face the interrogator and his minions. We were a little confused when Peter Python insisted that she be second. If the ultra-blue line had a super star it was Antoinette, so why waste her before the big finish? He refused our best efforts to make him reconsider, he was adamant about this arrangement. In the last analysis we had no response to his position since without him we had just another ultra-blue sex and violence tape without much star power once we got past Antoinette. With them both in one of our tapes we would have reached the big leagues of super hard-core smut. Once that sunk into our collective consciousness the decision to accept the big dick's direction made a lot of sense. Who knows, perhaps the two of them might become a team when it came to working with our organization? What a coup that would be!
The original script called for a cameo appearance by Peter Python to urge his underlings to do their worst to loosen the tongue of this enemy of the nation. We were astonished when he handed out a revised script calling for a one on one between Peter and Antoinette with the rest of the cast reduced to spear-carriers. I immediately smelled a rat. What had gone on between the two when he interviewed our female super star? Was this scene to be payback for some lack of respect she showed to the biggest dick in porn? I felt that tingling starting, warning me to be on my toes and never let him out of my sight. When the makeup people informed me that Antoinette hadn't shown to be made up as being battered and bruised, I went on point like a retriever.
The director cleared the set except for those essential to the scene, another warning sign. In walked Antoinette, naked with her hands cuffed behind her back. She was being held by two underlings who took advantage of her helplessness to cop a few feels and even get a finger of two into her cunt as she struggled fruitlessly to escape their pawing. I quickly noticed that her face was unmarked and gave a sigh of relief. In walked the star decked out in a uniform, who ordered his men to cuff the traitor to the bedsprings that leaned against the wall. Despite her struggles they soon had Antoinette spread-eagled on the metal springs, available for the interrogation that would follow. There was some lame dialogue between the two and I winced. Our writers really sucked when it came to putting words into the mouths of our actors, such as they were.
Peter turned away from the woman and looked toward his desk where a rubber hose and a set of leather gloves rested. Suddenly he whirled around and drove his fist into the prisoner's belly, only a few inches above her shaven vulva. He stepped back to assess the damage he had done to the woman. She was pale and her lips quivered, but otherwise she was quiet. Peter grinned and this time he used both hands, landing a couple of blows to the area between her big tits. Antoinette wheezed as she tried to refill her empty lungs.
The camera guys were using shoulder cameras to get some great close ups of his fists flattening her big tits over and over until he stepped back and took a rest. Antoinette was barely conscious; her head lolling on her bruised and battered knockers. Damn, she looked terrific in that position, helpless and at his mercy, her great body still sexy as hell and ready for whatever her assailant could dream up for her next. We had little time to wonder what it would be.
(To be continued sooner than later - jethro jodhpur)
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