Picking and Choosing

                  Picking and Choosing - Chapter 20

       Everyone on the set seemed frozen in their positions despite the director's shout of "Cut!" It was the doctor who took command and probably saved Antoinette's life. The knives had done major damage to her; that mixed with the terrible beatings she had taken had moved her very close to death's door. None of her previous outings could be compared to this epic of sex and sadism. Despite its huge sales, the bastards in charge never offered as much as an extra dollar for that awesome performance. As far as this cog in the great wheel was concerned, it was time to plan for a future without any connection to this kind of work. If it was just me, I'd have left that night and never looked back. However like a fool I had taken some type of responsibility for Piggy, now Peggy and her bedmate, Ginny. The realization that deep within my makeup there lurked some semblance of morality astonished me.

       Ginny had already had her baptism in porn, having done a couple of scenes where she was part of a furious sex orgy or one of the three unfortunates who were being gangbanged mercilessly for hours on end. I got a look at part of that taping session and she was holding her own even though the portion I saw had her being made air tight by three studs who seemed fresh as daisies while Ginny was beginnng to get that far away look on her face that signaled she was at the end of her endurance. For the next few days she walked very slowly and winced when she had to sit. Naturally she declined my generous offer to take her mind off her aches and pains by means of Tantric sex methods that I had mastered earlier in my life. This was total nonsense, but it didn't hurt to try.

       What bothered me was the way Peggy and Peter Python were getting along. To my way of thinking he was nothing but a low life scumbag, which he proved by his behavior with Antoinette during the taping. I was more than surprised that the boys across the border let him continue on the payroll. There was a lot they didn't bother telling me, after all I was just about reduced to errand boy status around this place. The only other thing that held me here was the condition of our fallen star, Antoinette. The company doctor had miraculously saved her life with his quick action once that vicious scene had ended. They had whisked her off to this special hospital located only an hour's drive from our encampment. So a few days later I  found myself accompanying the doctor to the hospital to see how his patient was doing.

       The hospital was not what I was expecting. It consisted of a group of low rise adobe buildings out in the middle of nowhere. The number of cars parked around the various buildings couldn't have numbered a dozen, and most looked as if they belonged to the people that did the dirty work at this place. My initial estimate was proven later to be only half correct. The first hint that this place was a lot more than what it seemed, involved the security system that featured state of the art cameras that were obviously manned by highly trained people, people that carried guns as I quickly learned once we were allowed to gain access to the main building. They photographed and gave me a badge, with the warning that failure to wear it would result in my expulsion from the facility, never to return. For some reason it quickly sank into my consciousness that this was not your average hospital. It would become very apparent that the patients housed here had different reasons for being out in the middle of what was almost a desert, isolated from prying eyes.

       The doctor hurried me along to one of the rooms located at one wing of the hospital, if that was what this place was. We passed four other steel doors, all with closed viewing ports that could only be opened by a key. His key also opened the door to the little room that contained what was left of Antoinette. I was astonished at what I saw. She was suspended by a narrow sling that supported her back; her legs and arms  pulled into a star formation by cables attached to the posts of the bed. Her hair had been clipped short and her bare body was covered with metal clips holding together the deep gashes that she had sustained during the scenes she made only a few days ago. What looked like a small bear trap was fixed to her cunt mouth which appeared to be stuffed with cotton.

       Her mutilated tits were contained within metal cups that prevented any examination of them. The woman's face was completely bandaged except for two small holes to allow her to breathe and a narrow slit exposing her lips. She greeted the doctor in a throaty voice that amazed me. How could someone on the verge of death have recovered to the point that she could speak in just over a week's time? The doctor busied himself with checking her vital signs which were being registered on a screen that was connected by an umbilical cord to various probes in her body. I announced myself and she greeted me and expressed her pleasure that anyone from the organization would take the time to visit her while she recuperated. I was stunned that she could speak at all, considering the number of big cocks that had punched their way down her throat during that latest epic she made. When she casually remarked that she'd be ready for work within a month, perhaps sooner if the doctor's new treatments worked as he hoped, I was astonished. From the corner of my eye I saw the doctor smiling and nodding his head in agreement with what she had just said.

       Once he was satisfied concerning his patient's progress, we left and began walking back to the main desk. I was still amazed at what I'd just witnessed. It was as if Antoinette had risen from the grave. How could she have recovered so quickly from what should have left her crippled for life at best, and more likely dead. I didn't see the person headed in our direction until he was upon me. Just before we nearly collided I stepped aside and almost fell. I was too busy recovering from my near fall to realize who the other person was. It was the doctor who announced who it was, none other than Dr. Chiang Hui. The good doctor looked me in the face and grinned. I was speechless. Then the doctor spoke to Chiang and two and two suddenly made four.

       "Off to see the patient? She's in good spirits and as you predicted, her wounds are healing at an unbelievable rate. She'll be ready for another session in less than a month and no one will be the wiser thanks to the way her body has started to change. Oh, one thing more, our patient's been asking when she'll be allowed to have more than oral sex. If you're correct, she's almost ready as we speak. Of course considering what she owes you, there is no reason for our patient to be so self-centered."

       The mysterious Chinese physician smiled and added a few words that were a bit difficult to understand completely as far as I was concerned.

       "It's amazing how a patient can so quickly forget who is responsible for their current situation. Would she be so eager if it was the one who caused this catastrophe waiting for her to recuperate enough so he could begin ruining her new body?"

       They both smiled and bowed while I just stared at the wall, waiting for Dr. Chiang to acknowledge my existence. It seems that the good doctor somehow made a connection to those who called the shots down here in Mexico. He had been in on Antoinette's recovery from the moment she arrived at the hospital. Whatever he did stopped her system from totally shutting down and started a miraculous recovery that amazed the hospital's staff. Now it turned out he needed another subject to prove his mystery drug on someone currently healthy. As luck would have it he chose Peggy. To make sure that she cooperated they expected yours truly to assure her that what would happen to her physically would make Peggy a super star in the porn world as defined here in Nuevo Laredo.

       Upon my return I sought out Peggy to give her a heads up concerning her great new opportunity. To my astonishment I found my porn discovery involved in a torrid scene with of all people, Peter Python. My former protege' was stark naked and on her back, bound tightly in a spread-eagle position. One of the Euro scum, a female of sorts, was fist fucking Peggy and looking very bored at the entire situation. Straddling my former meal ticket was Peter Python, in a full, glorious erection that appeared and disappeared inside plump Peggy's mouth and down her throat. It was astonishing to see the contour of his massive cock moving like a giant snake in and out of his victim's gullet.

       What made me doubt my eyes was the calm way she was handling the situation. His huge prong glistened with a coating of saliva his captive applied while it was moving back and forth from her throat to mouth in an almost mechanical way. Things got more interesting when he raised up slightly and forced that monster down her throat and kept it there for what seemed like an eternity. My former student hardly batted an eyelash. Meanwhile the Euro slut kept up the pressure and gained a further foothold, or was it forearm, inside Peggy's twat, looking for all the world like she was going to soon make contact with her captive's cervix.

       I was on the verge of making a scene when Peter Python abruptly pulled his cock from Peggy's throat with a loud pop. She gasped and coughed for a brief moment and then once again, down her throat that monster went, moving like a jungle creature looking for prey to feed its needs. For some reason I focused on Peggy's bound feet to discover they were motionless despite what was happening to her body. To break the tension, the Euro cunt pulled her fist from Peggy's twat and wiped off the mucous and other foreign substances that had accumulated on it by using the captive's stomach and thighs. I noticed that Peggy had nearly lost all of her beer gut since our arrival. My mind started to play tricks on me as I fantasized about being in Peter Python's place and what nasty things I'd do to poor Peggy now that she was looking good to me. Her feet still hadn't given any evidence that she was encountering any discomfort despite what was currently blocking her ability to breathe.

       Not being able to see exactly what was going on where the two stars were, caused me to move to get a better view of the scene. I wasn't there more than a minute when things changed once more. The thick cock blocking her windpipe was disgorged, allowing Peggy to start breathing once again. She still didn't show any sign of fear despite the near death experiences she had just endured. Python took this break in the action to move his body such that his captive's tits were now in play. I quickly noticed that Peggy's knockers were now at least double Ds, very impressive. I was jolted out of my sex dream involving me and my little piglette by a cracking sound caused by Peter Python's slap to Peggy's face. It certainly left an impression, but Peggy hardly blinked her eyes. I began to wonder if she was on some kind of tranquilizer that allowed her to handle what had been happening for the past twenty minutes or so. I wasn't too far from the truth.

       I watched as Peggy's master grabbed her massive tits and let them dangle. He dropped them back onto her chest and pushed them together. His massive prong began tunneling between those big, pillowy mounds as Peggy looked down her nose to see what was happening. There were very few tits that could handle Peter Python's cock, but she had a set that qualified. The technicians running the set watched intently as the biggest cock in porn sawed away between a set of mammaries that were their equal. While this was going on, the Euro slut got busy and started to fist fuck Peggy like she meant it. You could hear the grunts she and Peggy made as that big fist wormed its way up the captive's birth canal looking for a prize or door number one, if this was a quiz show.

       Now Peter switched and began using his rock hard cock as a club. I winced every time that foot long plus weapon slammed down on Peggy's tits then moved to her face. It was amazing that my little dumpling didn't even close her eyes as Peter dick-whipped her lips, cheeks and across her nose. All that time the Euro slut was moving closer and closer to room number one. Peggy let out a whoop announcing that room number one had been reached. That seemed to galvanize Peter Python into some new activity involving his cock and Peggy's twat. In a flash he had moved off his victim and pushed the other slut aside. Peggy remained relatively quiet, not that she was in any position to object to whatever her captor was planning. He remounted my little starlet without as much as a "by your leave", and began battering his huge cock against the gate to the castle, so to speak.

       His assistant, who I began to think of as a hunchbacked dwarf named Igor,  got busy and glued her twat to Peggy's mouth. This prevented any screams that my little dumpling might attempt as her relatively demivirgin cunt started to feel the result of Peter's monster cock. Rumor had it that there were a few studs, almost all black, who could measure up to Peter's python as far as length. There were also claims, again from those of mostly African descent, challenging the thickness of his massive member. However when it came to the product of length by thickness, Peter Python was in a class by himself. Now I was sitting no more than ten feet from the master of the monster, with little Peggy playing the role of the helpless captive. There was nothing I could do but pray that cooler heads might intervene if things got really ugly. Then again I recalled what happened to Antoinette, and began to despair.

       It was impossible! There was no way that Peggy was swallowing his dick whole! I could hear gasps from other corners of the stage as well while half of the biggest dick in the modern world was disappearing at a rapid rate into his victim's cunt. Peggy groaned a little and shifted her body slightly to accommodate more of the unwelcome visitor that was now taking up residence in her pussy. Peter Python took a small break, took a big gulp of air and proceeded to do the impossible. Peggy groaned loudly and her body shivered as the rest of the huge snake-like prong was swallowed by her twat. You could hear a pin drop as the entire crew and yours truly waited for the next miracle to occur before our very eyes. It didn't take long for it to happen. Out came most of that monster, paused for effect and then slammed back into its victim. It was as if a freight train was rumbling past, nothing else I could think of made sense. How could Peggy handle this brute, this hose monster?

       When she started to push back once his dick was buried to the hilt in her sloopy, dripping tunnel of fun and fucking, there was a collective gasp from the audience. She was doing more than just being a passive hunk of cunt. This little girl wanted some action and she wasn't going to be easily satisfied. The guys running the cameras woke up and started taking shots at all sorts of angles as Peggy gave as much as Python gave her. I still wondered just where Peggy managed to hide all that cock, but there it was in black and white, his big dick rumbling in and out of her cunt that was oozing more strange stuff than anyone could imagine. In time she actually bucked off the Euro tramp and began bellowing for more cock. That brought the house down!  In a fight to the finish no one would bet against Peter Python for obvious reasons. What was keeping Peggy so eager and enthusiastic? Then things began to get weird; very, very weird.

       The Euro tramp was ordered to remove the ropes keeping Peggy's legs from getting into the action. Once that was accomplished, Peter got Peggy's legs up onto his shoulders and proceeded to give her hell, almost as if she was on the ground and he was flying a fighter plane. You talk about a pile driver, this was damn near a slaughter. Still Peggy was doing nothing more than grunting when he touched bottom and gasping on occasion as he slowly began to wear her out. Her huge tits were bouncing in rhythm with the powerful thrusts that the Python man was delivering. How long Peggy could continue to take this brutal raping was any man's guess.

       To my way of thinking he was obviously annoyed or better yet infuriated at the way she was showing him up. That made him pull out all the stops and so he did. It took some time but he finally ground her down to the point that she only whimpered at each blockbuster that went off deep inside her cunt. Finally Peggy upchucked all over herself and started choking on her own vomit. I was on the verge of leaping onto the stage, but Peter Python called a halt to the scene and personally made sure his sex partner got the right kind of care as well as a break while the set was changed. It was astonishing about the way he treated Peggy, especially in contrast to what he had dished out to Antoinette without any concern for her well-being. Still I shuddered when the bedsprings were brought out onto the stage and prepared to hold Peggy for some serious torture if I knew anything about Peter Python. Twenty minutes later the stage was set, properly lit and the captor and her interrogator were ready to play their roles as I watched with my fingers crossed.

               ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )