If you are easily or even somewhat uneasily offended do not read this. This is a complete work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coinidental. This work stands on its own and is not intended to induce, promote or condone any of the actions within. Kerry Becomes a Porn Star by Crowbar - crowbarstories@gmail.com Kerry had always appeared young for her age. All through school she had been the girl who looked like she belonged two grades back simply because of her appearance. Now, at the age of seventeen, she looked like she was a freshman at high school, rather than the high school graduate she was. Kerry was not a very social girl in school and instead channelled all her attention and focus into her studies, attending summer classes, and graduated a full year ahead of most of her classmates. But she had paid a price by the end and was completely burnt out from school. So, Kerry had decided to take a year off prior to making any big decisions on her future. In the only demonstration of any courage in her life so far, she moved away from her small home town, much to dismay and objection of her parents, and found a small apartment in the city twenty miles away. She supported herself by working as a receptionist at the telephone company. Kerry had been living in her new surroundings for about a week. She was still exploring the area immediately around her apartment building. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and she was just returning to her building from a walk in her new neighbourhood. The four foot four petite teen entered the lobby of the building and pressed to button to call an elevator. The elevator arrived and she stepped in. Just as the doors were about close, a man’s arm shot between them and they pulled back open to let him in. “Couldn’t hold the door?” questioned the man glaring at her. “Sorry,” mumbled Kerry. She saw the man punch the number 10; he must live on the same floor as me she thought. “I wasn’t paying attention,” she added. “Visiting someone?” the man asked as the elevator began to ascend. “Pardon?” said Kerry. “I asked if you were visiting someone. I haven’t seen you here before,” he said. Kerry noticed that he was an attractive man and well dressed, probably in his late thirties. He was about 6 feet tall and seemed to be well built. “No, I live here. Just moved in a week ago,” she told him. “Roommate?” the man asked. “No, just me,” Kerry replied. “You look too young to be on your own,” he commented. “I know, but I’m really seventeen,” she boasted. “Since it looks like we live on the same floor, we should get to know each other. Come to my place for some coffee,” he said. “Uhm… I don’t know,” she waffled. After all she didn’t even know this guy. “I insist,” he told her, putting his arm around her shoulders and guiding her out the door of the elevator toward his apartment door. “Okay,” mumbled Kerry, still a little unsure. The man opened the door to his apartment revealing a spacious, well decorated living area. It was much bigger and nicer than Kerry’s sparten living quarters. He took off his jacket and headed into a bedroom off of the living area. “Put the coffee on. It’s in the kitchen,” he told her. “I’ll be right there.” Kerry found the kitchen and put the coffee in the coffee maker after filling it with water. The man returned in a few minutes. “Take off your jacket,” he said holding out his hand to take it. Kerry began to unzip her jacket, but stopped as she suddenly remembered that she had only put on a very thin tee shirt underneath and she was not wearing a bra. Kerry had such a flat chest that she often didn’t wear a bra if she wasn’t expecting to be around other people. She certainly didn’t need the support. “Uhm… That’s okay, I think I’ll just leave it on,” said Kerry. “Give it to me,” he told her firmly. “If you’re cold, the coffee will warm you up.” Kerry relented and gave the man her coat. She blushed as she saw the man look at her shirt. Her small breasts and puffy nipples were clearly visible through the thin pink material. The shirt also had the words “little princess” printed across the front of it. Like many of her clothes, it had been bought in the kids department, because of her small size. “Very nice, Princess”, said the man. “Have a seat and tell me about yourself.” Kerry was desperate to draw attention away from her shirt so she dove into the tale of her life story. The man did not interrupt her. He got up only to get some coffee and then return to the table and listened to her. As Kerry wound up her tale with her move to the city, she reached down and massaged the back of her calves which were a little tight after such a long walk and sitting for a while. “What’s wrong with your leg, Princess?” asked the man. “My muscles are just a little tight,” she said. “Come with me. Lie down on the sofa and let me help,” he told her rising. Kerry wanted to tell him it was nothing, but he got up and left the kitchen before she could say anything. She followed him into the living room. “Lie down on your stomach,” he told her pointing at the sofa. Kerry did as she was told and the man knelt on the floor next to her. Kerry made sure that her knee-length skirt fully covered her thighs as she lay down. The man began firmly massaging her left calf. The massage was incredibly soothing and made Kerry feel very relaxed. After both the left and right calves had been massaged, the man began to massage just above her left knee as he slipped his hands slightly under the hem of her skirt. “No, don’t…” Kerry began to protest, but the man told her to be quiet and relax. He continued with the massage and, although Kerry was concerned, she had to admit that it did feel good. Slowly and inch by inch the man worked his massage up the back of her thighs. Kerry tried to relax, but the higher his hands went the more tense she became. She took a quick look behind her and saw that the man had tented her skirt as her massaged her and looking straight up it. Kerry made a move to get up. “Lie back down. I’m not finished yet Princess,” he told her. As she lay back down, the man grabbed the front hem of her skirt before she could lie on it and pulled it almost all the way up her thighs. He then took the back of the skirt and pulled the hem to her waist revealing he white cotton panties covering her ass. No man had ever seen her like this before. Kerry felt both scared and excited. How had she let a total stranger do this to her? And why was it sending shivers throughout her body and especially to her virgin pussy? As she battled with these thoughts, she let the man massage the fully length of he thighs and he even began to massage her ass through her panties. Kerry could feel the moisture building between her legs and her breathing was becoming heavier. Shouldn’t she stop this? Just as she was gathering the courage to put an end to it, the man stopped. “Okay Princess, I think that’s enough right now. Go do the dishes in the kitchen and then you can go,” he told her. “Dishes?” she asked. “Yes. Go wash them. I’ll be in there in a few minutes,” he told her. Kerry got up off the sofa and pulled her skirt back down to her knees. She went to the kitchen and began putting soap and water in the sink. She stood at the sink and began washing the dishes as the man came in the kitchen and walked up behind her. He put his arms around her waist and reached down to the front of her skirt and began to pull it up. “Don’t…” she protested. “Shhh… Just keep doing the dishes,” he told her. He pulled the skirt up until he had a grip on the hem and then pulled it up over her waist and held it there with one hand. With the other hand he reached down between her legs and began massaging her pussy through her damp panties. Kerry was petrified with both fear and pleasure. She stopped doing the dishes and just stood there, panting like a dog, as she got her pussy rubbed. “Wash the dishes,” the man told her. Kerry tried to keep on washing them, but she did such a pathetic job because of the distraction between her legs. She could feel her climax building as the stranger rubbed her pussy relentlessly. She began to moan and pant harder. “Yeah… yeah… oh god… yeah… YES! YES! YEESSS! OHHHH! YES! MMMmmmm…”, she wailed as she had her first orgasm. The man gave her now soaking wet panties a few more rubs before he withdrew and let her skirt fall back down. “Finish the dishes and go home. I’m coming over to your place for breakfast tomorrow, so make me something nice,” he told her. “Uhm… But I’m going to church tomorrow morning at nine,” Kerry said. “Then I’ll be there for breakfast at eight. What’s you apartment number Princess?” “1003,” she told him. He left the room and Kerry finished washing the dishes. As she walked back to her apartment, she realized she still didn’t even know the man’s name and he didn’t know hers either. Kerry’s sleep was restless that night and she was wracked with guilt. In the morning she awoke and resolved that she would not allow the man to touch her again. After all, it was wrong; she simply had a lapse in judgement at the man’s apartment that would not be repeated. She would explain this to him at breakfast. There was a knock on the door at twenty to eight. Kerry silently cursed that the man was early; she had not changed out of her pyjamas, which consisted of some cotton bottoms and an oversized tee shirt. She left the kitchen area of her little bachelor apartment, where she was slicing up grapefruit, and answered the door. As she opened the door, the man walked in and looked around. “Not bad,” he commented. “A little Spartan, but I guess you don’t make much at the telephone company.” “No,” replied Kerry. He turned to look at her. “Take off your clothes Princess.” Kerry froze and blurted, “I don’t want to be touched again.” The man simply repeated his instructions to her. “Take off your clothes Princess, I want you to make and serve me breakfast while you are naked.” “Please…” began Kerry. “Take them off,” he said interrupting her. “But…” she tried again. “Off,” he said. His voice was quiet yet powerful. Kerry could feel warmth building around her pussy. She stood silent for a moment and then began removing her shirt. She slipped it over her head to reveal her small breasts with puffy nipples. She tossed the shirt on the floor and slid her bottoms off, revealing her lightly haired pussy. “Good. Now go get me some breakfast,” told her as he sat down at the small dining table. He watched her as she prepared the food and transported it to the table. It was a simple meal, consisting of bagels, grapefruit, boiled eggs, and coffee. Once she had served the man, he motioned her to sit down beside him and eat. “Come over to my place when you get back from church,” he told her. “Uhm… I was going to do some shopping today,” Kerry said. “Not today. Be at my place no later than one o’clock,” he said. When the man had finished his breakfast, he pushed his chair back from the table and set his legs apart. “It’s time for you to pay me back for yesterday,” he told her. “Get on your knees in front of me.” Kerry stopped eating and got on the floor in front of the man. “Now, unfasten and unzip my pants,” he told her. Kerry hesitated. She was very nervous about where this was going, but she was also curious and excited. “Go on Princess,” he told her. After a moment of fumbling, she was able to unfasten his pants and then proceeded to unzip them. The man was wearing grey underwear. “Take it out,” he told her. Kerry held her breath as she reached into his underwear and pulled his penis out. She gasped at the size of it. It was nearly nine inches long and suddenly rock hard. She stared at it since it was so different and larger than she expected it to be. “Now put it in your mouth Princess,” the man said. This snapped Kerry out of her trance. “I can’t,” she whispered. “Open your mouth and put it in,” he told her. Kerry was so naïve she had never considered this possibility. But now, as she thought about it, her curiosity was rekindled and she starred at the large cock in her hand. Then she slowly slipped the head of the large penis into her mouth. It barely fit inside her small mouth. “That’s it Princess. Now suck it and move it in and out of your mouth.” Kerry did her best to obey his instructions. She only managed to get about four inches of the large dick in her mouth before she felt a gag reflex. She used her hands to hold the based of the big cock while she worked it in and out of her mouth. Kerry found the taste quite pleasant and the feeling between her legs was continually building. “Faster Princess, faster,” the man told her. Kerry obeyed and picked up the pace. Within a minute the man began to groaned and Kerry wondered if she should stop, but she was enjoying herself too much to stop. Suddenly her mouth was full of warm liquid as the man began to cum. Kerry gulped most of it down in surprise, again finding that she liked the taste. Some of it escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin. The man got up from his chair and refastened his pants. “See you after church,” he told her as he headed for the door. Kerry quickly got dressed for church in her Sunday best and headed out the door, but all she could do at church is stare at the men’s pants wondering if they all held such large tasty cocks inside. What was happening to her? She felt guilty, but she couldn’t bring herself to talk to anyone about it. This was only her second time attend this particular church and she didn’t really feel comfortable talking to them about personal issues. All of her will power dissipated when she was with the man. Even as she thought of him she felt the desire to do his bidding. What was it? She definitely could tell right from wrong, but the decision no longer seemed to be hers. She wanted to do things that were wrong for the man. After the church service, Kerry headed back to her apartment building. Although she told herself she had a choice of what to do, she knew she would knock on the man’s door. When she did, she was told to enter. Kerry walked into the living room and found the man seated in a chair, watching television. She sat down on the sofa and waited. Ten minutes later the man’s program ended and he turned off the television. “We are having a guest for dinner tonight,” he told her. “You need to get ready.” He handed her a bag. She looked inside and it contained a pair of small scissors, a razor, some shaving cream, and some clothes. “You will shave your pussy; all of it. You will do this everyday. Tonight, you will wear the clothes inside the bag and nothing else. After you have shaved and changed, you will cook dinner for three. Groceries are in the kitchen, dinner is at six.” The man turned back to the television and began watching another show. Kerry took the bag and headed for the bathroom. She ran some bathwater figuring that it would be the easiest way to shave herself. She had never done it before, or even thought of it. She managed it quick enough without too many nicks. She was surprised at how she liked the smooth feeling of her skin as she ran her fingers over the outside of her little pussy. Kerry took out the clothes from the bag. There was a pair of white cotton panties. She could tell they were for little girls because they had no extra layer of material in the crotch. When she put them on, they were so tight and thin that they made the curves of her little cunt visible through the material. Next she found a small pink tee shirt that fit her very snug. Her little puffy breasts were easily visible through the material. A small schoolgirl skirt was included in the bag. When she put it on, it was so short it barely covered her panties. The last item in the bag was a pair of knee high white socks. She pulled them up and walked back out to the living room. The man turned his head to look at the sexy teenager and simply said, “Good, go fix dinner.” Kerry walked out to the kitchen and found some steaks and other items for dinner on the counter. She looked at the clock and decided she had better get started if it was to done on time. At about quarter to six, there was a knock on the door and the man got up from his chair to answer it. “Mr. Jones, good to see you, please come in.” Both men went into the living room and began talking in low voices that Kerry could not hear. A few minutes later the man came into the kitchen and retrieved two beers from the refrigerator. “Serve dinner in five minutes,” he told Kerry. Exactly five minutes later Kerry served dinner to the men in the living room. Kerry saw that Mr. Jones was much older than the man and was wearing a blue suit. He looked at her as she came in the room and nodded his head in appreciation. “And you’re sure she is legal?” he asked the man. “Princess, go get me your purse,” the man told her. Kerry obeyed. She handed her purse to the man. He opened it and began looking through it. He pulled out her identification and handed it to Mr. Jones. “See? Seventeen going on thirteen.” Mr. Jones examined the ID carefully and handed it back to the man. “How old are you?” Mr Jones asked her. “Seventeen,” whispered Kerry. The men began eating dinner. Kerry was very nervous and didn’t feel like eating. She simply sat on the sofa and watched the men. “She’s agreeable to this?” Mr Jones asked the man. “She does what she’s told,” the man replied. “Princess, spread your legs for us.” Kerry blushed with embarrassment but obeyed. She spread her legs fully revealing the tight thin panties she wore. “So far, yes,” said Mr. Jones. “But what guarantees can you provide?” “She’s a natural. Plus I have a little surprise bonus for you,” said the man. “I don’t like surprises,” said Mr. Jones. “You’ll like this one. Princess is a real live virgin,” the man told him. “Really?” asked Mr. Jones looking hard at Kerry. “You’re sure?” he asked the man. “Check for yourself,” said the man. “Princess, pull down your panties and lie back.” Kerry knew it was wrong, but she felt helpless to do anything else. She laid back and slid her panties off. Mr. Jones got up and walked over to her. Kerry began breathing heavy as he pulled her legs apart. Mr. Jones carefully put his finger at the opening to her shaved pussy and began to insert it. “Oh!” gasped Kerry. The finger slowly probed inside her until it detected the membrane of her hymen. Mr. Jones withdrew his finger and returned to his seat. “Well then, I suppose we have deal,” he told the man as he removed some papers from a briefcase beside his chair. He placed the papers on the coffee table along with a ball point pen. “Sign the papers Princess,” the man told her. Kerry sat up and looked at the papers. “Umm… I don’t know. What is it?” she asked. “Don’t worry, just sign it,” the man told her. “Maybe I should read it first…” “Don’t be silly. Sign it.” Kerry picked up the pen. Hesitantly, she signed the bottom line. “Congratulations, you’re going to be a star Princess,” the man told her. “A star? Me?” she gasped. “Absolutely. We start filming your first movie tomorrow.” “Oh my god!” exclaimed Kerry. “Wait, what movie is it?” “I think we’ll call it ‘Princess gets her cherry popped.’ The contract says you agree to perform any sex act required when told,” the man informed her. “Sex acts? Oh god,” groaned Kerry. “Getting fucked, sucking cocks, basically anything I tell you to do,” said the man as he walked over to Kerry on the sofa. He put a hand between her legs and began rubbing her smooth pussy. “Oh god!” she moaned. “Now I want you to suck off Mr. Jones,” the man told her as he motioned Mr Jones over. Mr Jones walked over to her unzipping his pants. “I can’t…” Kerry started. “Take out his cock Princess. Mr Jones is going to cum in your mouth,” said the man as he continued to rub her slippery pussy. “Ohhhh…” moaned Kerry. She reached inside the pants of Mr. Jones and pulled out his cock. She guided it to her mouth and put it inside. Mr Jones groaned as Kerry began working her mouth up and down his tool. The man was stilling rubbing her cunt and Kerry could feel her climax building. She started sucking the cock with wild aggression in order to taste cum. Kerry began rocking her hips as the man slid down and put his face between her legs. With the man’s tongue licking her pussy, Kerry rocketed off into a toe curling climax. At the same moment, Mr Jones let go of his load into her mouth. The result left Kerry gasping and gulping at the same time as she moaned her delight. Mr. Jones tucked away his dick, zipped up his pants and gathered his papers. The man also got up and the two of them began walking toward the door. “The crew will be here at nine,” Mr. Jones told the man. “Send them to apartment 1003,” the man told him. When Mr Jones had left and the man returned to the living room, Kerry spoke, “But I have to go to work tomorrow.” “Princess, you just quit your job at the phone company. Mr Jones will take care of it,” he told her. “You work for us now. You just signed a twenty year exclusive contract.” “Twenty years?!” exclaimed Kerry. Tears began to fill her eyes. “Twenty years, six days a week, nine hours a day, to be precise,” the man told her. Kerry was now sobbing openly. “We also have the right to terminate your contract at anytime. However, if you fail to perform, I should warn you about the ‘forced sex’ clause.” Kerry just continued her sobbing. “If you fail to perform as commanded, we have the right to use any means necessary to get you to fulfill your legally contracted duties. Any questions?” “No,” sobbed Kerry. “Good, now wash the dishes and get out. And you better be ready by nine. This means shaved and dressed. Understand?” “Yes,” groaned Kerry as she gathered the dishes and headed to the kitchen. She sobbed quietly as she washed the dishes from dinner. How could she be so stupid? The next twenty years of her life were going to be spent making pornographic movies. She had acted without thinking and now she was trapped. She had felt so good with the man and Mr. Jones that she had simply signed without realizing the consequences. Kerry was up at eight the next morning. She had been up late trying to think of a way out of her situation. She had thought to run away, but she had told the man about her family when they first met and unless she wanted to be on the run from them as well, she was stuck. She remembered what the man had told her, so she went to the bathroom and freshly shaved her pussy. She put on some clothes and ate breakfast. At quarter to nine the man walked in her apartment. Shortly after two men carrying equipment knocked and came in. They set the equipment down and went to get more. Gradually more and more men came into the tiny apartment. The man introduced her to one who he said would be directing the movie. The director handed her some clothes and told her to get dressed. He said she would be playing the part of a school girl who was accompanying her mother to a parent-teacher interview at school. As the director told her this she saw two men carrying a desk into the apartment. Kerry looked at the clothes; small panties, a short skirt and a tank top. She quickly changed in the bathroom and came out and the director looked her over. “Someone put her hair in pigtails,” he called. A woman came over to and started to adjust Kerry’s hair. “Hi I’m Heather. I’m playing your mother,” the woman told her. “Hi,” replied Kerry shyly. “So is it true?” asked Heather. “Are you really a virgin?” “Yes,” Kerry told her. “What made you want to do it like this?” “I signed a contract,” said Kerry. “I wasn’t thinking too clearly at the time.” “I see,” said Heather. “Look, I’ll give you some free advice. Do what you are told and things will be much easier. If you don’t, you’ll end up doing it eventually and you’ll probably get hurt to boot. These guys don’t care about you, they’ll just treat you like a piece of meat.” “Okay. Thanks,” said Kerry glumly. She was not looking forward to this. She sat by herself for a while as the men moved things around and got the cameras all set up. After about ten minutes the director said, “Alright, let’s get going.” Heather motioned Kerry to join her. The director came over to her and said, “Just remember you are a twelve year old girl. No talking unless you are asked something and do everything you are told. Understand?” “Yes,” whispered Kerry. “Alright. Action,” the director called. Heather took Kerry’s hand and walked her towards the desk where a man in his forties was sitting. “Ah, Mrs. Hamilton, thank you for coming in with Princess to discuss her performance in grade 7 this year,” he said. “My pleasure Mr. Cook,” replied Heather. “I hope there are no problems.” “I’m afraid there are Mrs. Hamilton, please have a seat.” Both Heather and Kerry sat down on chairs. “Princess has failed pretty much every test this year. I think she may have to repeat the year.” “I’m not sure if you are aware that Princess was in the same position last year Mr. Cook. I managed to come to an arrangement with Mr. Green, the grade six teacher, and he agreed to pass her. Perhaps a similar arrangement could be arranged between us?” said Heather. “I am aware that you gave Mr. Green a blow job everything month of the school year in order to pass your daughter. That will not suffice this time,” said the teacher. “Surely there must be something,” said Heather. “Yes there is, but it’s not up to you. It’s up to Princess,” said the teacher. “I see. I suppose she should take on the responsibility herself,” said Heather. “What did you have in mind?” “Well she can start right now,” said the teacher pushing out his chair and unfastening his pants. “Get on your knees Princess.” Kerry obeyed as the man pulled out his cock. It was huge, at least twelve inches! Kerry gasped. “Come over here and start your remedial lessons,” the teacher told her. Kerry walked on her knees and positioned herself between the teacher’s legs. The teacher grabbed her by the pig tails and forced her face into his crotch and her mouth directly towards his cock. Kerry opened her mouth as she knew she should. The teacher did not allow her any control in sucking his cock. The man simultaneously forced her head up and down with his hands and pumped his cock to meet her faced with his hips. As a result, Kerry felt herself gagging on the large cock. However, the teacher was relentless and soon Kerry managed to relax her throat muscles to allow most of the large cock passage down her throat. “Oh Mr. Cook, you have such a big cock. Are you sure it’s safe to use on a little virgin like Princess?” asked Heather. “I guess we’ll have to try to know for sure,” said the teacher, picking up Kerry and laying her back across the desk. He pulled off her panties and positioned himself between her legs. As he directed the head of his cock to Kerry’s little wet pussy, she became anxious, knowing what was coming next. “Please don’t…” she whimpered. The teacher simply ignored her and began to push the head of his prick into her. “OOOOHHHH GOD!” she screamed. “IT’S TOO BIG!” The teacher continued to inch his way into her with each thrust as the cameras shooting the scene moved in for close ups of Kerry’s bloody pussy and her screaming face. “AAAHHHH FUCK!” Kerry continued to yell as tears rained down her face. It took a full three minutes for the teacher to get his foot long cock entirely inside of her. At this point, the worst was over for Kerry and the screaming stopped, replaced instead by steady whimpering. “Your daughter is a tight fuck. If I didn’t get it all in I was going to have to fail her,” the teacher said to Heather. “I guess I can bump her up to a C minus.” “Thank you Mr. Cook,” said Heather. “You have a magnificent cock. It was an honour to let you fuck my daughter.” And with that she gave the teacher a long deep kiss on the mouth, all the while his cock was still pumping Kerry on the desk. The teacher reached under the mother’s skirt and began rubbing her pussy. “Pump me with it now.” The teacher withdrew his cock from Kerry and she let out an audible sigh as it escaped her. The mother then removed her skirt and stood with her legs apart bending at the waste. She placed her face right between Kerry’s legs and buried her tongue in the teen’s messy pussy. Meanwhile the teacher entered the mother’s cunt from behind and began pumping her. Kerry was completely surprised by what Heather was doing to her. It felt incredible. After the painful fucking she had received with the teacher’s cock, it was all pleasure now. She could feel her climax building and began moaning in ecstasy. Heater was very proficient at eating pussy and soon had Kerry bucking in an orgasm on the desk. Shortly afterward, the teacher began groaning and pumped his load of cum into Heather’s pussy. The teacher and the mother replaced their clothes while Kerry simply lay on the desk, still in shock from what had happened to her. “One more thing Mrs. Hamilton; the one condition of Princess’ C minus pass is that she attend regular tutorial sessions with me so that I can help develop her essential skills further,” said the teacher as he patted Kerry on her splayed pussy. “You’re so kind. Princess is lucky to have such a talented tutor,” replied the mother. With that, she pulled Kerry off the desk and walked out of the scene. “CUT!” yelled the director. “Alright, that was great everyone. We’ll get everything set up for the next scene and shoot it first thing after lunch.” The man walked up to Kerry and patted her on the back. “Very good for a first time, Princess. We’ll make lots of money on that one,” he told her. “How do you feel?” “It hurt so much,” Kerry said softly. “But what Heather did felt really good.” “The first few times are pretty uncomfortable for you but that’s what the customers want to see. So, don’t be afraid to yell your pretty little head off. Soon you’ll enjoy everything and have to fake the screaming.” So began Kerry’s career as a porn star. Within weeks she was taking cocks up the cunt and ass without any major discomfort. For several years, the movies of her getting raped and gang banged were top sellers in the hardcore market. Kerry lived comfortably, but never saw the wealth that the man and Mr. Jones accumulated from her efforts. At the end of her contract, sales of her videos were waning, and the man chose to let her go. Kerry tried other porn film companies but never captured success. Ultimately Kerry ended up hooking to support herself and was forgotten by everyone. END