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Visa Violation
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

Strapped for money a couple answers an ad for 'Body 
Models' knowing full well that it was probably an 
unsavory job. But being stranded in Budapest with no 
money and no way to get home, what choice did they have? 
(MMFF, bi, exh, orgy, oral, anal, fisting)

***

"No, I'm not going to call," said Christie emphatically.

"Then what are we going to do?" asked Oliver.

"We'll just have to think of something else," she said.

"We've been thinking for five days now," he said. "We 
have enough food money for three more days, and then 
we'll starve."

"It's only two weeks until our flight," she pleaded. 
"There's got to be a way to change our tickets."

"We went through all that, Christie. Sure, we can change 
our tickets, but we don't have the money to pay the 
penalty. Our charge cards are maxed out. Our parents are 
angry that we stole money from them to come over here 
and get wasted. Remember how they warned us that if we 
did something like this again, they were going to be all 
tough love and wouldn't help us until we proved they 
could trust us? I don't have any friends who can wire us 
money, and you don't either. Did I cover everything?"

"I don't think our parents would want us to sell our 
bodies on the street," Christie said.

"First of all, if we could call them, they wouldn't 
believe us," said Oliver. "Secondly, we're not selling 
our bodies. The ad doesn't say 'escort.' It says 
'Couples wanted, figure modeling.'

"That means porno," she said.

"I know," he said. "But it says couples. That means they 
want us together. We would be doing what we do anyway, 
just in front of the cameras."

"And then all our friends and family and employers would 
get to watch us," she said.

"I know, but there are ways to hide who you are, even in 
a porno. For instance, they can cover up your ankle 
tattoo with makeup. This is a huge industry in Budapest, 
and I'm sure there's a way to do this so it would be 
hard to tell who we are."

"If we broke up, you'd probably tell everyone where they 
could see the video," she said, almost crying. "I know 
you would."

"I swear, Christie," he said. "No matter what happens, I 
will never tell anyone."

"Even if you don't, I will always know, and I couldn't 
handle the humiliation," she said.

"What about the humiliation of sitting in this squat and 
smelling like crap because we haven't bathed in a week?" 
he said. "What about looking so disgusting that people 
rush by us when we're begging on the street? What about 
living on greasy cheap sausages because we're out of 
money?"

She began crying, and he put his arms around her. "I'm 
sorry, Christie," he said. "We were really stupid when 
we ran away to Budapest after graduation and spent all 
our money on dope. But we can't do anything about that 
now. We need to figure out a way to survive until we get 
on that plane and go home to clean up and start working 
70 hours a week making all that money. We thought we 
could run away from it, but we can't. I just want to go 
home."

"So do I," said Christie through her tears.

"Here's what I suggest," he said. "Let's go down to a 
pay phone and see if we can go there and ask them 
questions before we agree to anything. If it's really 
bad, we'll just walk out." I don't know what we would do 
then, he thought to himself, but Christie appeared to be 
comforted a little.

"OK," she said. "But I know I'm not going to do it, no 
matter what they say."

"Fine," he said angrily and rolled over. His back was to 
her, and he moved away from her on the pile of rags they 
were lying on. As he fell asleep with his stomach 
hurting, she was still crying.

***

The woman who answered the phone had a friendly, 
soothing voice when she responded after Christie blurted 
out that she was calling for friends and could her 
friends come in without any commitment and ask questions 
and what about if her friends were nervous and hadn't 
done anything like figure modeling before and what if 
they didn't have money for the trolley?

"Don't worry," the woman said and gave her the address. 
"If that is too far for your friends, we'd be glad to 
send a car. And whether you -- uh, they -- decide to do 
any modeling or not, we will bring them back for free. 
We will explain everything, and if they aren't 
completely agreeable with what we tell them, we don't 
want them modeling for us."

It turned out the address was only a few blocks away, so 
Christie and Oliver walked over after their morning 
sausage. Oliver's mind was a blank, except for him 
hoping his stomach wouldn't growl during the interview. 
Christie was feeling trapped.

The receptionist behind the counter wrinkled her nose a 
little when they stood in front of her, but otherwise 
she seemed not at all surprised by their matted hair and 
dirty skin or the filthy preppy clothes they wore.

"Follow me," she said and opened a gate next to her and 
walked quickly down a dark hall out into a small 
courtyard where there was a rusty garden table with a 
few rusty chairs around it. "Please have a seat," she 
said and then turned and walked quickly back inside.

A few minutes later, a pudgy man in a turtleneck walked 
out of the door and sat down in a chair facing them with 
a pad of paper and a pen. He sniffed the air and then 
pushed his chair back from the table, putting more 
distance between him and the couple. He looked them over 
for a minute before he spoke.

"Hello," he said, "my name is Karel." He didn't offer to 
shake hands, but Christie and Oliver were used to that. 
They were painfully aware of their appearance and aroma.

When they didn't reply, he said, "May I ask to whom I'm 
speaking?"

Christie looked at Oliver and said, "Uhhhhh," but the 
man interrupted.

"Just first names," he said. "It's easier to remember 
your real names until you get your stage names, but it's 
up to you what you want to tell me. I am going to have 
to see your working papers."

"We don't have working papers," said Oliver. "We're 
American." He felt stupid.

"I see," said Karel. "Do you know that working in 
Budapest would be a visa violation?"

"I didn't think of that," said Oliver and began to get 
up.

"Please sit down," said Karel. "We can talk about that 
later. There are ways to deal with that problem if we 
have to." It sounded as though he had plenty of 
experience with visa violations.

"We just wanted to find out about the figure modeling," 
said Christie with a catch in her voice. "We've never 
done modeling before."

"I see," said Karel. "Well, I can explain everything 
quickly. Basically, we work with the operators of 
several websites. The most popular is 
teachmetofistmyboyfriend.com. We supply them with videos 
according to their specifications. They are interested 
in amateurs. That's what we call people like you in the 
business. It just means you have little or no 
experience. You still get paid. In fact, the demand for 
fresh faces is strong, and amateurs often get more money 
than some big-name veterans. Of course, after a few 
videos, they are no longer amateurs."

"What would we have to do?" said Christie. Oliver was 
listening silently.

"Nothing that you don't agree to do," said Karel. "I'm 
not being evasive. Before you sign any contract, I will 
make sure you know exactly what's expected and exactly 
how much money you will get. For safety reasons, we even 
make a video of you listening to me explaining and your 
agreement. If there is any body language or voice 
intonation that could sound like you are being 
pressured, we will tear up the contract and you will 
leave.

"Right now we are looking for couples for our most 
popular site, but we realize that it's a bit extreme for 
amateurs to start with, so we have a three-part 
contract.

"Part one is straightforward sex, lots of positions and 
very vigorous, but nothing unusual. Part two is an anal 
scene, and part three is the girl fisting her boyfriend.

"I have to tell you that many couples do Part 1 but then 
the girls don't want to do Part 2. And many of those who 
do the first two parts don't go on to Part 3, of course, 
because it's what in the industry we call extreme sex.

"Our pay scale reflects those realities. For Part 1, you 
would get $300. For Part 2, you would get an additional 
$700, so the total would be $1,000. And for Part 3, 
you'd get another $9,000 for a total of $10,000."

"What if we stopped after Part 1, Oliver said. The 
figures were running around his head, and he was trying 
to calculate in his mind."

"That's fine," said Karel, "but it's a problem in your 
case."

"What do you mean?" said Christie in a frightened voice.

"Well, I don't want to seem impolite, but let me put it 
this way, if you were me and sitting across the table 
looking at you, would you hire yourselves? The website 
members enjoy watching healthy, good-looking bodies."

"What is that supposed to mean?" said Christie.

"Rather than answer that, let me give you my offer. It's 
the same money as I've already told you, with one 
requirement. You need to give us four days before the 
session and cooperate with us to get you cleaned up. We 
will feed you, wash you, groom you, get you some fresh 
clothes and have you looking like the sexiest couple in 
Budapest in four days." He smiled. "I guarantee you."

"We're taking a chance on you. Even if you sign the 
contract, you could walk out in four days, and we 
couldn't do much about it. Of course, you won't get any 
money. In fact, you will owe us $300 for all our 
efforts. Even if you do Part 1, you'd still get no money 
until you finished Part 2. But I think we can trust you, 
because if you do Part 2, we wipe out your debt and you 
get the entire $1,000. And then we do Part 3."

His voice was firm but kind, and Christie began warming 
up to him. "Karel, I'm scared that our friends and 
family will see the videos and we'll be humiliated," she 
said. "Oh, you can call me Christie."

"Don't worry, Christie. We know how to handle that. Part 
of our cleanup process is changing your entire look. We 
do everything short of plastic surgery to disguise you. 
From your teeth to wigs, makeup, everything. Anything on 
your naked body that would give someone a clue will be 
disguised, and we'll even add some moles and skin tones 
that will wash off later. Before we begin shooting, 
you'll have a chance to look at every inch of yourself 
and inspect our work. You will be amazed."

***

Five days later, Christie stepped out of the shower and 
looked at herself in the full-length bathroom mirror. I 
am amazed, she said to herself. All she could recognize 
was her medium-sized breasts with the puffy nipples and 
her perky small round rear. All the scabs and sores were 
gone from her arms and legs, and her face felt fresh. 
She felt healthy for the first time in months. She 
smiled until she started thinking about what she would 
be doing that day.

A half-hour later she was standing in front of another 
mirror where two giggly young women were adding little 
things to her body and covering other things up. When 
they finished, Christie didn't see much difference until 
she looked closely at various patches of skin and 
noticed the artificial enhancements.

Now she was given a simple cotton bra and white cotton 
panties and covered with a sheet as she sat in front of 
the makeup mirror while they worked on her face and 
hair. Her face was turned darker and received some 
blemishes and moles, and her hair was wound up around 
her head and flattened, then covered it with a wig that 
gave her a close-cropped flapper look, solid black. 
Until she raised an eyebrow, she couldn't tell it was 
her in the mirror. Yesterday, they had dyed her eyebrows 
and thick pubic hair the same black color as the wig.

When she had disrobed the first time for Karel, he 
whistled. "You are what we call a natural," he said, 
"and you're going to get millions of clicks. Don't touch 
that bush." She was flattered until she thought more 
about what his words meant.

She got dressed in the teenage outfit hanging from the 
pipe and put on some knee-high socks and maryjanes. It 
was an outfit she might have worn in high school or as a 
new freshman before she got her wardrobe lecture at the 
sorority.

One of the girls took her by the hand and led her down 
the hall to a brightly lit room. In it was a queen-sized 
bed, Karel, two cameramen and another girl who was 
holding onto a rolling boom mike. Oliver was sitting in 
the bed with his pants on but barefoot and without a 
shirt. He had a magazine in his hand.

Karel was the director, and as soon as he saw her, he 
began directing. "Here's the scene, Oliver and Christie. 
Oliver is lounging in bed reading a magazine, and 
Christie comes in and sees him. She sits down next to 
him and pulls the magazine out of his hands and throws 
it across the room. Then she starts stroking Oliver's 
chest while he just smiles and enjoys it. She leans over 
and gives him a passionate kiss.

"When that's done, she slides her mouth slowly down his 
chest and over his stomach until she reaches his belt. 
She undoes his belt and unzips his fly and tries to pull 
his pants down, but he's too heavy. She looks at him and 
turns her right hand palm up and makes a couple of up 
and down gestures. He finally gets the idea and raises 
his ass.

"She pulls his pants and shorts down to his thighs, but 
no further, grabs his dick with one hand and his balls 
with the other and gets to work immediately. Hopefully, 
you can get him hard, Christie, but if it's not 
happening, we will stop the filming and bring in someone 
who will do the job. In the editing room, we will cut 
away to his face, and when we cut back to you, he will 
be hard.

"Once he's hard, you'll pull his pants all the way down. 
Then he'll sit up and start unzipping and unbuttoning 
you. You'll get impatient and push his hands away and 
quickly finish taking off all your clothes. Then you'll 
start going between his legs, but he will stop you and 
pull your legs back and over him until you are in the 69 
position, with Christie on top.

"Christie, you must spread your legs wide when you are 
over Oliver and lower yourself just enough so his mouth 
can reach your pussy. He will spread your bush apart 
with his hands so we can see your lips open when he 
starts eating you. When you are sucking him, try to go 
straight up and down while looking forward. I know 
that's not natural and a bit of a strain, but we want to 
see your face as much as we can.

"Use your hands on his balls, and to stroke between his 
legs. Do whatever you know that turns him on. We want 
him really aroused. If you've never tried it, one thing 
that we've found very effective is to stick your finger 
into your mouth -- sit up and face the camera while you 
do it -- and slide it in slowly three or four times, 
then cover it with as much saliva as you can and slowly 
push it in and out of his asshole. That gets them hard 
almost every time.

"After you've eaten each other a little while, Christie 
will get up and turn around and sit on Oliver. Move up 
and down slowly at first but then we want you to slam 
your ass up and down as fast as possible. Lean forward -
- you can even kiss him while you're doing this -- and 
spread your legs, so the camera can see his dick 
disappearing in you. While you're doing that, turn your 
head back and look at the camera.

"After that, you'll turn around and do what we call a 
reverse cowgirl. It's the same as before, except you'll 
be facing his feet and supporting yourself on your hands 
while you slam up and down. It's an odd position and not 
a comfortable one for the girl, but the guys like it 
when they can see the girl's face at the same time as 
the dick goes in and out.

"Your arms will get tired of holding yourself up pretty 
fast, and when they do, just stop and sit on Oliver's 
dick. This will be his cue to lift you up by the thighs 
as high as he can. Christie, you just keep your legs 
wide and lean back on him while he does this. You don't 
need to move. Oliver will use his midsection to slam his 
dick in and out of you from below.

"When he gets tired of holding you up, he will lower you 
and hug you tightly from behind and slowly roll with you 
until you're on your stomach and he's above you. He'll 
pull out for a moment while you get on your hands and 
knees and then he's going to pound you doggy style from 
behind. During this part, one of the cameramen is going 
to crawl under and shoot right into Christie's pussy 
from below as Oliver slams into her.

"After that, comes the last part. Oliver will get off 
Christie, and she'll lie on her back. He'll face her and 
lift her legs onto his shoulders. Then he'll push 
forward with his shoulders so her thighs are pushed into 
her chest. This will lift her ass off the bed into the 
air.

"He'll stick his dick in and again speed up after 
starting slowly. We'll have a camera right behind the 
two of you, and we want Christie's ass to bounce so fast 
between the bedsprings and Oliver's thighs that it's a 
blur. It's not fun for the girl, but usually it doesn't 
take long before the guy is ready to come.

"Oliver, if you find you aren't ready to come after a 
few minutes, stop and we'll bring in one of our experts 
to get you close. Once you are on the verge of coming, 
you'll get off Christie and sit at the edge of the bed. 
Christie will jump off the bed and kneel on the carpet 
and start sucking your dick as hard as possible while 
going back and forth on it. As soon as you feel you are 
ready to come, pull your dick out. She'll open her mouth 
and you pump your dick while you place it right in front 
of her mouth. There will be a camera right next to her 
face to catch the come as you spurt. Don't worry if some 
of it gets on her face and in her hair. The guys love 
that. Christie, wait until he's finished, and then use 
your lips and tongue to push the stuff out of your mouth 
so it's running down your face and dripping from your 
chin. They love that, too.

"After that, we want you both to smile and wave to the 
camera, and then the girls will clean both of you up.

"See those large posters that the redhead over there is 
holding. They have all the instructions I've just given 
you written in English in large letters. She will be 
right behind the closest cameraman to you, so if you 
forget what you're supposed to be doing, just look up 
toward the camera and you can read them.

"We want you to be looking at each other most of the 
time, but don't worry about looking at the camera. It 
makes the video seem more amateur and natural.

"Also, don't say a single word. You can make all the 
sounds you want. We love that. But we've made you look 
European, because you don't want to anyone to know 
you're American. As for any other sounds, do whatever 
you feel like. Some couples are almost completely 
silent, and others are really vocal. Don't worry about 
it.

"While you're acting, I want you to think of one word, 
and only one word: energetic. We get more clicks than 
any of our competition because our amateurs look like 
they're enjoying themselves. Often the competitors' 
girls look bored out of their minds while the guys are 
slamming away at them."

"OK. Any questions?"

"No," said Oliver.

***

"I think I can handle this," said Christie in a 
frightened voice, "but what if I can't."

"You can stop the whole thing anytime you want," said 
Karel. "Just get up and walk away. You won't get any 
money, and I might be angry because I've paid for the 
last four days, and I'm paying for all the assistants 
and the crew today. But I took a chance that you would 
honor your commitment, and I knew what the risk was."

For some reason, Christie was embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sure 
I can handle it," she said brightly, and then she fell 
silent.

"Let's get started," Karel said. "I'm not going to say 
another word in a few seconds. Just keep going and 
following the cue boards as best you can. OK, Oliver, 
you're lying back, and Christie, you're walking into the 
bedroom."

***

It was over in 40 minutes, and Oliver and Christie were 
lying exhausted next to each other in the bed. After 
conferring for a second with the crew, Karel came over 
to them.

"You guys were great," he said. "You really got into it 
or at least you looked like you did. You are great 
actors. I'm guessing you both are secret exhibitionists, 
and we gave you a chance to show that side of you. We 
got some great footage to edit. Usually, our videos are 
about 15 minutes, but you gave us so much good stuff 
that I think yours will be longer."

"We're taking a break now, before Part 2. And even 
though you signed the contract and committed to it, I 
want both of you to talk about it during the break and 
then we'll get a video of you agreeing to do it one more 
time. I'll leave you alone now."

The second he left the room, Christie started getting 
scared. "That was so easy that I wasn't even thinking 
about Part 2, Oliver," she said. "I've never had you in 
my ass, and those things I was playing with the last few 
days aren't the same as a real person. They told me to 
move them in and out fast, but I was too tight and 
disgusted to do it."

Oliver was thinking hard. If they didn't do Part 2, they 
wouldn't get any money at all and they'd be back in the 
squat tonight, maybe a little cleaner and a little less 
hungry. But in a couple of days, it would be exactly the 
same again. Christie was too scared to think straight, 
so he had to do the thinking for both of them. He had to 
persuade her to do Part 2. How could he do that? He 
decided to attack from a different angle.

"Come on Christie. How do you think I feel? For Part 3, 
you're going to put your hand up my ass. Whatever 
happens to you in Part 2, it's not going to be anything 
like that. That's so extreme, there's no way to even 
practice it. They told me that they know how to handle 
it, but what does that mean?

"As for disgusting, have you ever seen anyone fisted in 
the ass. I've seen a couple of videos, and it's about 
the grossest, most embarrassing thing you could ever 
imagine. What you're doing for us is nothing compared to 
what I'll have to do."

Oliver saw his words were having an effect. It didn't 
matter that he already had decided that he would never 
agree to Part 3. After they finished Part 2, they would 
have all the money they needed to stay fed and clean 
until the flight. Christie might be angry at him at 
first for lying to her, but in the end, she would 
understand he did it for the right reasons.

"I never thought about what you have to do, Oliver," she 
said. "I guess I've been avoiding it. You're right, when 
I watched one preview on the site, I couldn't stand it 
and turned it off right before she even stuck her whole 
hand in. It must be agony for the guy.

"I love you for your courage. I don't think I could ever 
do that, not in my vagina and for sure not in my ass. I 
guess I'm being stupid and selfish. I'm just so scared. 
Please be as gentle with me as you can."

When Karel came back, she spoke first. "We're ready to 
agree on the video again," she said. "But let's do it 
fast and get it over with."

After the short contract video was done, Karel said, 
"First each of you is going with two of the girls who 
will clean you out thoroughly inside. We don't want a 
single spot during the filming. You'll be doing a lot of 
scenes similar to Part 1, except this time they will be 
anal."

"Wait a minute," said Oliver. "I thought you said that 
only Christie would be doing anal in Part 2."

"That's right, Oliver, but we don't want to waste any 
time. We're just taking a short break after Part 2 
before we start Part 3. So we're taking care of all the 
cleaning now."

Oliver started to say something else, but then he saw 
Christie looking at him and kept his mouth shut. He'd 
have to play along until Part 2 was done.

While one girl was giving him the first of two warm 
soapy enemas, the second came over and showed him a tiny 
round metallic bud. "I'm going to stick this into your 
ear," she said. "It's a wireless earphone receiver. For 
Part 2, there won't be any boards. You'll be hearing 
Karel giving you instructions. And I'm putting a small 
sound deadening earplug in your other ear so you won't 
be distracted by Christie. Sometimes Part 2 can get very 
loud. You might hear her just a little in the earphone, 
but she should be mostly drowned out by Karel's voice."

While Christie was being given the same treatment in 
another bathroom, the second girl showed her another 
tiny wireless earphone. "I'm putting this into your ear, 
Christie. There won't be any boards, and Karel will give 
Oliver all the instructions on how to place you and what 
to do. You don't even have to think or respond in any 
way, just follow Oliver's lead. I'll be speaking into 
your ear when I think you need to hear something from 
me."

When Christie and Oliver were brought back into the 
room, she looked at him with frightened eyes. He looked 
away. Then he heard Karel speaking into his ear.

"Go over and kiss her, Oliver. Take her in your arms and 
stroke her back and as you keep stroking her, slowly 
move your hand down until you're also stroking her ass. 
Good. That's it. On the next up stroke, take a finger 
and pull it gently between her ass cheeks. Don't push. 
Keep doing that. Great work.

"Now kiss her neck so we can see her face, and just 
leave your hand on her ass and stroke only there with 
your finger in her crack. Press your finger in a little. 
Great. We got a wonderful expression on her face when 
you did that. Keep pushing it in as you stroke, but no 
further. We want to make her comfortable with it.

"OK, now break the clinch and take her hand and sit down 
on the bed and pull her down beside you. Give her 
another kiss and lay her gently on her stomach. Get on 
your knees between her legs and start massaging her 
cheeks. Pull them wide apart and let them spring back 
together. Keep doing that. Do you see how greasy the 
hair is around her asshole? The second enema was mostly 
lubricant so she's really slimy inside, and some of the 
grease came out on her hair.

"I see that got you aroused, Oliver. Great. Even though 
you already came once, you're young enough that I don't 
think you'll need any blue pills. You're enjoying this. 
OK, now run your finger up and down between her cheeks 
again and slowly push it between them harder and harder. 
Great.

"Now, lift her rear up in the air. Leave her head on the 
pillow for now. Spread her legs as you lift them until 
she has them wide apart and is on her knees. Can you see 
her hairy hole now? It's ready for your finger, but 
first just touch the edge. Did you feel her body jump? 
She's still a little nervous.

"OK, put just the tip of the finger in slowly and pull 
it out. Now put it back again, just a little deeper. 
That's it. Easy does it. No hurry at all. You've worked 
the whole finger in now. Excellent. Do you feel all the 
lubricant around it. Is she clenching it sometimes? She 
doesn't do that on purpose. It's because she's nervous.

"Good, I see it's going in and out more smoothly now. 
She's finally relaxing a little. Time to add a second 
finger. Good. She flinched again, but not as much. It 
looks like there's not as much resistance to the second 
finger as the first. You're doing great. OK, speed it up 
just a little, not much. Fine. Now slowly pull the 
fingers out.

"I see you're as hard as a rock, Oliver. 
Congratulations. Take the end of your dick and bring it 
gently to her hole, touching it just lightly so she 
thinks it's only your fingers again. Now start pushing, 
but just a little. The secret is to barely push but 
never stop pushing. Eventually, she will make room for 
you, even as large as you are.

"Good, you're listening well. She's raised her head and 
her upper body, so she's now on her hands and knees. We 
can see from her face that she's straining because she 
realizes it's the real thing now and she probably 
remembers how big you can get. She can't help trying to 
keep it out and even moving away from you a little. 
That's fine. The camera loves her and her cute, 
frightened expression. You don't have to do anything but 
keep up the same pressure. No more.

"I can see some give. I think you are about to go in. 
When you do, there will be a sudden jolt forward, but 
try not to get carried away and stop as soon as you can. 
There it is. You're in. You should have seen her 
expression change as you went in. It was fantastic. Her 
eyes even rolled back.

"Maybe you can hear her in my microphone. She's really a 
loud one and very expressive with her sounds. I hope we 
can keep her from speaking, but she might lose control 
and start saying things. Don't worry. We'll cover it up 
with music, so people will hear her emotions but not any 
words or voice that they can recognize.

"OK, she's calmed down a little. Start pushing again, 
but no harder. You'll see that there's a lot less 
resistance now and you're going in smoothly. Do you feel 
the lack of friction? That lubricant is amazing.

"OK, slow, slow, you're almost all the way in. Now your 
balls are hitting her ass. Touchdown, you say in 
America.

"She's very loud again. Can you feel her body moving? 
She's moving her legs around and she's moving her head 
from side to side. I think we're ready to start. Pull 
back slowly, just a little faster than you went in. See, 
she stopped moving and is holding perfectly still while 
you do that. She must really be feeling you and trying 
to relax her muscles to let that big thing through.

"OK, you're almost all the way out. You don't need to 
pull out completely yet. Start pushing back just a 
little faster than before. She's still trying to be a 
statue, but I think the increased speed is causing those 
little jerks. OK, out again, just a little faster. Oh, 
you're already at the end. Back a little faster. Good.

"Now, just a tiny bit faster going in and then stick 
with that speed. You've got a rhythm going now, and 
she's reacting to it. A lot more vocals, but still no 
words. She's great. Wait until you see all the 
expressions going across her face. What an amazing 
actress!

"OK, we're done in this position. I want you to slow 
down just a little on the next few thrusts and then pull 
all the way out. I'll be quiet so you can hear the pop. 
Did you hear that? Wasn't it sexy? Oh, by the way, if 
you feel yourself starting to come, I want you to nod 
your head up and down.

"Let's let Christie rest for a moment. OK, now I want 
you to get up off your knees and stand on the bed. 
Christie slouched down a little when you pulled out so 
fast, so reach down grab her around the waist and lift 
her back on her hands and knees. There. Now spread your 
legs wide and move them until they are on either side of 
her. Reach down and pull her thighs wide until you can 
see her anus. There. It looks beautiful, all slimy and I 
think a little more open than before.

"Now slowly lower yourself as if you're doing squats in 
the gym and guide your dick right into the hole. Try to 
just aim it because it looks better that way, but use 
your hands if you need to. When you get there just keep 
going down into it. It shouldn't hold you back like 
before.

"There. You did it perfectly. That was beautiful. Did 
you feel her whole body jump to meet you. It probably 
was involuntary, but it looked great. OK, now I want you 
to go in and out a little just using your pelvis for now 
and pick up some speed.

"Great. Now use your legs and go straight up and out of 
her. Perfect. You got a nice gap. Hold it one more 
second. Now, back down all the way in. Now back up all 
the way out. Hold it. Now back. Do you have the rhythm, 
in-out-hold-in. OK, you're on your own.

"Terrific. Now let's finish this part with some real 
energetic action. This time I don't want you to use your 
pelvis. You've got some strong leg muscles, and you're 
going to do squats right into Christie. When you come 
down, your ass will bump her ass. At first, it will be a 
little bump, but as you move your ass up and down faster 
and faster, you're going to slam into her with enough 
force that it will push her body hard into the mattress 
springs. They will shoot her right back up at you, and 
you'll bump her right back.

"As you increase the pace, her whole body will look like 
she's bouncing on a trampoline, and your dick will be 
going in and out of her fast. OK, ready to start the ass 
bumping. Slow, slow, OK, now faster. Now, put the pedal 
down. Wow, look at you! She's jerking up and down like 
she just did a bungee jump.

"You should see her face now. She's found some more ways 
to twist it. Each time you collide, there's a high-
pitched vocal expression, too. She's really great.

"OK, I think she's getting tired. Her tongue is hanging 
out of her mouth and she's panting like a dog. Slow down 
but don't pull out. Now get down on your hands and knees 
right on top of her. Put your knees between her knees, 
press against her ass with your dick all the way in and 
hug her tightly around the waist. I think your dick is 
long enough for this next maneuver.

"It looks like you're in position. OK, while holding her 
tight, roll your body, taking her with you, until you're 
on your back. Ready? Roll. That was perfect because your 
dick came out a little but it's still mostly inside her. 
Now wait just a minute while some assistants arrange the 
pillows against the headboard.

"We're ready now, and I want you to slide back, with her 
on top of you, until you reach the pillows. Lift 
yourself up onto them until you are sitting, but not 
straight up and down. You should be at a 45-degre angle, 
and Christie will be sitting on your lap. Try to stay 
inside her.


"Good. Keep sliding. OK, now lift up. Back a little 
more. A little higher. Perfect. And you never fell out 
of her. You're a pro.

"OK, there are two things we do in this position, and 
we're going to alternate them. First, take her feet in 
each of your hands and lift them onto your thighs. Now 
reach forward and grab each leg behind her knees and 
pull back. Lean back a little at the same time. We want 
to get Christie's ass high in the air. That's it. 
Beautiful. Your dick came out a little, but not too 
much.

"Now while you're holding her like that, slowly push 
your pelvis up at her from below and push yourself all 
the way in again. Now pull out slowly. Now back in a 
little faster. That's it. Work that speed up faster and 
faster. Whoa! You're flying.

"Now, the next time you pull down, pull all the way out 
as fast as you can. At the same time, pull back on her 
legs so you fly out of her even faster. I'll stop 
talking so you can hear what happens. Did you hear that? 
It was like a firecracker as you wrenched your dick out 
of her. Keep holding her in the air. We have a giant 
gape, a huge black hole in space. Mission control is 
pleased, and Christie is giving us a lot of emotion. OK 
the hole seems to be closing up. Lower her and roll her 
forward right back onto your dick. Now in and out, in 
and out, even faster if you can. Ready. Back! That was 
even louder than before."

While Oliver was enthusiastically following Karel's 
instructions, Christie was getting frantic. From the 
moment, Oliver entered her, she was in pain. As he 
stretched her and reamed her and pounded her in the 
different positions she screamed and sobbed and tried 
breathing different ways and even holding her breath. 
Nothing helped with the horrible burning feeling in her 
rear, the agonizing stabbing pains and the utter 
degradation she was feeling. She thought she would go 
mad. She wondered why Oliver didn't stop when he heard 
her screaming?

"Hi Christie." There was a soft soothing voice in her 
ear. She strained to listen as Oliver kept pulling out 
and popping her faster and faster, causing her to lose 
control of her face muscles and even her eyeballs.

"It's Lenka," said the voice. "I'm the girl who put the 
speaker in your ear. Christie, it looks like you're 
having a hard time. Nod, if I'm right."

Christie nodded so hard her head looked like a wobble 
toy.

"That's what I thought," said the girl. "If you want, 
you can tell him to stop."

Christie heard her and tried to control herself. Then 
she heard another loud pop and felt again like her colon 
was being pulled out of her body. She strained to speak 
and finally said, "Oliver, stop. I can't take it 
anymore. You're killing me." Her voice was a shriek, but 
Oliver barely heard it. Instead, he heard Karel's 
instructions.

"Uh oh, Christie just started talking. I think we need 
to speed this up because we still have one more position 
to go. Let's give her two more fast pops.

"Great. She's really talking away now. You can probably 
hear her emotion. OK, now number two. There. That was 
the best one yet. It really got her body moving, and it 
stopped her talking.

"OK let's move to the final position. Lift her off of 
you and lay her down on her back."

As Oliver lifted her up and lay her gently down, 
Christie sighed. He must have heard her. But then 
Christie felt her legs being lifted up over Oliver's big 
shoulders, and his body pressed against her. He leaned 
forward and pushed her legs back until her thighs were 
pressed against her breasts and her feet were back by 
her ears.

Like in the previous session, it forced her rear off the 
bed and into the air, only now she felt his long, thick 
penis sliding back into her anus. Even though there was 
no resistance and the lubricant inside her squirted out 
her anus as he pushed in, she was so sore now that it 
was still agonizing.

When he began moving in and out of her, she moaned.

"Don't give up, Christie," said Lenka. "Sometimes it 
helps to get really angry at your partner. Let your 
anger get you through this last part. You're almost 
done. You can do it."

Now he was moving faster and starting to collide with 
her rear. This was the most painful position of all. As 
he increased his speed, she was slammed into the bed, 
which slammed her back at him. Faster and faster she 
bounced back and forth, like a rubber ball. Sometimes 
her rear came at him while he was coming at her, and the 
pain of the collision went all through her body. Other 
times he was wrenching himself out of her as she was 
bouncing away, and she felt like her insides were 
shredding.

With each collision she was shrieking louder. But with a 
big effort, she tried to talk between the cries. "No-no-
stop-you're-tearing-me-up. Please-Oliver-don't-do-this. 
I'm-dying-please-stop-please-please-please-please."

But the pounding went on. She looked at him. He wasn't 
even looking at her. He was lost in pleasure, and at 
that moment she did become angry. She hated him. She saw 
his face getting redder and redder as he pounded her 
harder and harder, and then he opened his mouth and 
howled. She felt him release inside her and she 
screamed, not from pain this time, but because her 
ordeal was finally over.

***

When Oliver got off of her, he didn't say a word and 
didn't look at her. She was sobbing uncontrollably, and 
he was startled to hear how loud she was as he took out 
the things in his ears. They were led away by the girls 
and washed up. Christie could barely walk.

Lenka began talking to her, asking her about herself, 
where she grew up, what she was doing in Budapest, where 
she was going from there. Christy felt like a broken 
doll and didn't hold back. She told her entire story, 
all the horrible things she had done to her parents, the 
money she stole, the drug parties in Budapest, the squat 
with no running water or electricity where they were 
staying until they could fly home. The girl listened 
intently. "I'll be right back," she said and left the 
room.

When she came back, she said, "Christy, I hate to tell 
you this, but I want you to be prepared because this 
happens a lot of times. After the girl has gone through 
all the things the boy does to her in Part 2, very often 
the boy refuses to do Part 3. Even though they agreed to 
everything and signed the contracts, he backs out, 
because he's scared.

"I know you were strong and went through with Part 2, 
but don't be surprised if Oliver doesn't want to do Part 
3 since you now have enough money to make it until you 
fly home.

"I talked to Karel about this. We would very much like 
for the two of you to do Part 3. You told me that you 
stole $8,000 from your parents and Oliver stole $6,000 
from his. Karel has agreed to increase your payment to 
$16,000 total. That's enough for you to live on until 
your flight, with enough left over so you can pay both 
your parents back what you owe them and maybe start in a 
better direction. I have a feeling today has changed you 
and you won't throw the money away on more drugs."

Christie burst into tears again. "No, no," she said. 
"You're right. We already decided that we were going 
clean. That's so nice of Karel. I can't believe he would 
do that for us. I know Oliver isn't like the guys you 
talked about. He made a promise, and he'll keep it. 
You'll see."

"I hope you're right," said Lenka. "For Part 3, you're 
going to play the part of a sister in training, and I'm 
your teacher. We're going to wear uniforms. Don't be 
nervous. I've done this many times. You'll do fine.

"Sister?" said Christie.

"Oh, I forgot," said Lenka. "In America, you call them 
nurses."

They put on the uniforms. Christie was still shaking and 
occasionally sobbing, but she tried hard to get hold of 
herself and smiled at Lenka when she gently helped her 
with the uniform adjustments. She looked into the mirror 
and saw that, except for her red eyes, she looked quite 
professional.

Lenka led her to the small courtyard, where a fully 
dressed Oliver and Karel were already sitting. They 
weren't saying anything and weren't looking at each 
other. When Oliver saw her in the uniform, he jerked in 
the chair. Then he got up and came over to her. "Are you 
all right," he said. He took her hand. She looked at 
him. There was a strange expression on his face that she 
hadn't seen before.

"Fine," she said quietly as she removed her hand from 
his and sat down.

Karel began immediately. "Now we come to Part 3," he 
said. "Just like Part 2, we're first going to do a short 
video where I repeat what's in the contract and you both 
agree. Then we'll film, give you the money in cash or 
however you want it, and you'll be out of here."

Paul fidgeted and spoke. "Karel, I've been thinking. I 
know I signed the contract, but I've realized that I 
can't do Part 3. I watched a couple of the videos on the 
site, and they were horrifying to me. I know some guys 
can handle fisting, but they're gay or they have a 
different kind of personality. I just can't do it. I 
think I might lose my mind."

He looked at Christie staring at him as he continued. 
"The thousand dollars we've already earned is plenty for 
a nice room in one of those old hotels and for some good 
food until we take our plane home. We'll be able to heal 
a little and feel like human beings when we get home. 
There's no need to go through any more pain and 
degradation. I think the best thing for us would be to 
work on ourselves in quiet now."

He tried to sound as logical and reasonable as he could. 
The speech was mostly for Christie, not Karel. He had 
rehearsed it several times in his mind while he was 
waiting for Christie. But an occasional quaver betrayed 
the raw fear inside him, and he cursed himself for his 
lack of control. He looked at Christie's face. She 
didn't seem upset. In fact, he even noticed a slight 
smile come across her lips. When she spoke, he was 
startled, because her voice was warm and comforting.

Ignoring completely what he had just said, she said, 
"Oliver, I don't think Karel has told you yet what he's 
doing for us. Can you believe it? He's going to change 
our contract so that when we're done with Part 3, we'll 
get $16,000, enough to pay back my parents and yours for 
what we took. Isn't that wonderful? They'll still be 
angry, but this will really speed up the reconciliation 
that we need."

A look of surprise and shock came across Oliver's face. 
How did Karel know about the stolen money? What kind of 
scheme was this? Didn't Christie hear a word he said? He 
looked around frantically, as if he were a rat trapped 
in a cage. But then he relaxed. No, he wasn't trapped. 
Nobody could force him to do anything he didn't want to 
do. Karel had promised them.

"I'm sorry, Christie," he said. "I think Karel is 
playing games with us. I figured out that he had both my 
ears plugged so I couldn't hear you. He probably thought 
it would make you think I didn't care what you were 
going through and turn you against me. His offer doesn't 
change my mind. You don't understand because you're a 
woman. I can't handle that Part 3. I would go out of my 
mind. Try to understand."

Christie was quiet. She looked straight ahead with no 
expression on her face. She was thinking. That was no 
good, thought Oliver. I want her emotional, not 
thinking. She's smart, smarter than me, and when she's 
thinking, nothing matters to her except solving the 
problem. That's why she got a bigger salary offer than 
me.

Finally, she turned to Karel and Lenka and calmly said, 
"Would you please leave us alone out here for a few 
minutes again. As you can see, we have a disagreement 
that we need to work out. Then we'll give you our 
decision. Is that all right?"

"Of course, Christie," said Karel as he and Lenka got 
up.

"Before you go, Karel," said Christie, "please tell us, 
how long does Part 2 take?"

"All in all, maybe 30 minutes, but that includes a 
little bit of drama at the start, so there's no more 
than 20 minutes of, uh, action, maximum. I guarantee 
it."

"Thanks," said Christie. "I'm sorry about this."

"Don't be sorry," said Karel. "Take all the time you 
want." He and Lenka disappeared inside the building.

When they were gone, Oliver spoke first. "I know what 
you're thinking, Christie, but you can't change my mind. 
Look at me. I'm not faking. Can't you see that I'm 
scared to death. This would kill me."

He didn't like what he saw on her face. There wasn't a 
trace of sympathy. It was a composed face. She was all 
business, and her voice was soft and modulated.

"Grow up, Oliver. Of course, you're scared, but no more 
than I was. Yes, you're a man, so take it like a man, 
not like a frightened child. You are so self-centered 
and narcissistic. Yes, I know, I am, too, but I'm 
changing that. I knew I couldn't handle Part 2, but I 
did it anyway, because it had to be done. Even with your 
earplugs, you must have heard me screaming at you to 
stop, but you kept right on going. I looked at your 
face. You were totally self-absorbed in your pleasure. 
It was disgusting."

"I'm sorry, Christie," he said. "I could barely hear, 
but yes, I did see your face, and I knew you were in 
pain." He stopped as he heard her make a loud snorting 
sound, followed by a sob. She was losing her composure. 
He was talking into the air in front of him at first, 
but now he turned to her. Her head was turned away from 
him, and he couldn't see her face.

"Yes, I knew I was hurting you, but with Karel speaking 
in my ear, I couldn't concentrate on anything else. It 
was like he was controlling my body like a puppet. You 
must believe me. I didn't want to hurt you."

"Of course, I believe you, Oliver," she said. Now her 
faced was turned to him. Her voice was still soft, but 
steely and determined. He knew that look, and it made 
him even more frightened. But he wasn't giving in. He 
couldn't go through with it. She could speak softly or 
scream and yell. He wasn't changing his mind.

"I believe what you just told me," she said, "but I 
don't believe you now. The bottom line is that I 
couldn't do it, but I did, and you can't do it, but 
you're going to anyway. That's all there is to it. Or 
else you and I are finished."

She saw right away that her threat didn't work. "I'm 
sorry if it has to be that way," said Oliver. "You know 
how I feel about you. I'll do anything I can to win you 
back, and someday I hope you'll forgive me." He tried to 
inject emotion into his words, but inside he was 
overwhelmed with relief.

Christie was silent again while Oliver fidgeted. She was 
thinking again. A minute went by, then another minute. 
Finally, she spoke.

"Oliver, I think you are going to do Part 3. I guess you 
won't do it for me, but I think you will do it anyway, 
and I'll tell you why. I've decided that I've been hurt 
and humiliated so badly that there isn't anything worse 
that could happen to me.

"I think I'm now where my parents and that tough love 
guy were talking about. I've hit that point where I'm 
willing to do what it takes to get out of the pit, even 
subject myself to the contempt of my parents and whoever 
else I need to tell about this. Because if you don't 
keep your promise, I'm not going to lie to them. I'm 
going to tell them everything about Budapest, including 
this.

"I'm not going to embellish and tell them that you 
forced me to do Part 2. If fact, I won't tell them the 
lie you told me to persuade me. I don't want anything to 
be on my conscience, although I know I'll feel guilty 
anyway.

"When I come clean, I'm also going to show them the 
website and the videos of us. They've disguised us 
pretty well, but not enough so my parents won't 
recognize me -- and you. Even though I tell them it was 
my choice, they are going to blame you, and they are 
going to hate you like no one has ever hated anyone 
before.

"I don't know what they'll do. But I think they'll make 
sure your parents see the website, and your HR person at 
Touche Ross. They might even show it to the police, 
although I'm 18, so you can't be prosecuted for a sex 
crime. I could lie, and they could get you for white 
slavery, but I'm not going to do that. Even if the 
police don't come up with anything to charge you with, 
their report and the link to the website will be in 
their records forever, and it will turn up whenever you 
apply for a job and someone is checking your background.

"You'll probably have to accept a job that pays so 
little they don't bother checking your background. If I 
know your parents and your sister, they are going to 
stay as far from you as possible, so you might not get 
much financial help from them.

"All the girls you date, unless they are so stupid they 
don't Google you, will see the police record and the 
link to the videos. Though we're disguised, that will 
tell them who it is. I wonder what they'll think of you 
after they see what you did to me in Part 2? Maybe 
you'll find some poor girl who likes that kind of sex.

"We've been clean and sober for two weeks now, Oliver, 
and I plan to continue. But I'm being honest when I tell 
you that the thought just came to me that what happens 
to you might send you back to drugs, or that you would 
take your own life. For a moment, I thought that would 
make me happy, but just for a moment, and I want to 
apologize for even that moment.

"We've gone through a lot, and I'll always remember what 
we had. It was wonderful, and I thought of us going on 
to a wonderful life together. Maybe that had something 
to do with me agreeing to Part 2. So I'm not wishing 
anything bad to happen to you.

"I'm going to tell my parents that I will be working on 
forgiving you, so I can move on with my life, and that's 
also the truth. It will take time, but I feel I can do 
it. I'm even thinking that someday, if I find out you're 
in bad shape, I would be glad to pay for a place where 
you're off the street and have enough to eat. I'd be 
happy to do that, because of what we once had.

"So I'm being honest, Oliver. That's what's been running 
through my mind as I sit here looking at you. I'm 
thinking, 20 minutes, only 20 minutes of pain and 
degradation. I endured nearly 30 minutes. But you can't 
take 20 minutes so that we can finish this disgusting 
phase of our lives the best way possible and start 
building something better together. It would mean so 
much to me to return the money I stole from my parents, 
and I think you love your parents, too.

"Right now, you might be thinking, yeah, Christie is 
really upset, but she'll get over it. She's as self-
centered as I am, and she's no martyr.

"You might be right, Oliver. But look into my eyes. I 
don't think I've ever been as determined as I am now. I 
don't really care who knows about my video now and who 
sees it. I'm past that. Maybe I even want them to see it 
so I really know that there's no way left for me but to 
own up and do what I have to do.

"So are you going to take the chance that I'll become a 
coward again, or are you going to man up for 20 minutes? 
Is throwing away your entire life worth avoiding that 20 
minutes. The Oliver I've loved would do it. Am I wrong? 
Is that Oliver nonexistent? What do you say?"

As she spoke, Oliver became more and more frantic. Even 
though they were in the open air, he felt like someone 
was smothering him. His eyes were darting around as if 
pleading for someone, anyone to save him from the 
monster Christie had become. He had trouble breathing. 
He was squirming like crazy in the rusty lawn chair 
while watching Christie's smiling face and listening to 
her soft, modulated voice saying those terrible things.

When she finished, he put his head down and began 
crying. He looked up in time to see her quickly wipe a 
broad smile off her face and attempt to be serious. She 
knew he would do Part 3, and he could tell she was 
happy.

"Please be as gentle with me as you can," was all he 
said.

"Why Oliver, those were the exact words I said to you 
before Part 2," she replied, and he froze.

***

Back in the dressing room, Lenka explained a little 
about Part 3 while putting another mini-speaker into 
Christie's ear. "I will be talking to you through the 
whole thing," she said, "but I will be speaking in 
Hungarian, so Karel will translate for you through this. 
Just follow his translation of my instructions. Act as 
naturally as you want. You can be surprised or shocked 
or upset or happy, whatever you feel like. Only don't 
say a word. You may be curious about something and want 
to ask a question. Try to pantomime the question. I'll 
probably understand. If not, I'll signal for the crew to 
stop filming so you can ask your question. Don't say 
anything until you're sure the cameras are off. We still 
want to pretend you're Hungarian. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so," said Christie.

"The first thing that will happen when we go in is we 
will all sit on a couch. Oliver will already be naked. I 
will talk to the camera and introduce you and him with 
fake Hungarian names and tell the camera that you are a 
young student nurse who was interested in learning how 
to fist her boyfriend, and that I will be teaching you. 
Then I will turn to you and you will both nod and smile. 
I hope Oliver will be able to smile. We might have to do 
several takes of me turning to the two of you and 
getting the nods and smiles right.

"Then, we will go over to the bed and Oliver will crawl 
onto it, with you pretending to help him up. It's a 
little bit higher than most beds. Then you're going to 
stroke him a little and even give him a few playful tugs 
on his dick. Then you're going to stand on your tiptoes 
and lean over and give him a big kiss. When you finish 
and turn around, we want a big smile on your face.

"After that, all you need to do is follow my 
instructions. Got it?"

"Yes," said Christie. "It doesn't sound too 
complicated."

"It will be easy," said Lenka. "I'm sure you're just 
going to fly through it, and the two of you will be on 
your way out of here with your money in less than an 
hour." She took Christie's hand and led her down the 
hall to a different room from the one where Part 2 was 
shot.

The only furniture in this one was a large couch, a 
couple of small but comfortable looking chairs and what 
looked like a hospital bed. Hanging from the ceiling 
were a couple of rings like the kind gymnasts use. 
Oliver was naked and already sitting on the couch.

Christie heard a voice in her ear. It was Karel.

"Hi Christie," he said. "Before you and Lenka sit down 
and the cameras start rolling, I want to make sure you 
can hear me. Can you?"

"Yes," said Christie.

"I'm not going to translate what Lenka says word for 
word because I want it to look like you understand her. 
So I will be summarizing her words. That way you can 
respond faster and it will seem like you know what she's 
telling you to do. Now you can go sit down, and the 
cameras will start. Please don't say a word anymore."

It took five takes until Karel was satisfied with 
Oliver's smile and nod. Even in the fifth one, he still 
looked like a beaten animal, Christie thought as she 
smiled broadly at the camera.

"OK, the cameras are off and you can talk if you want 
to," said Karel in her ear. She looked over by the bed 
and saw the rings being lowered from the ceiling and two 
girls attaching something to each one. Lenka said, 
"These are something Karel invented. He's a genius. They 
are thick, padded leather sheaths and they go on like 
gloves. They can be adjusted up and down and in any 
direction and they don't cut off circulation. They are 
actually very comfortable." She giggled, and Christie 
wondered if Lenka had ever worn them.

"What are they used for?" asked Christie.

"You'll see," said Lenka. "We want everything to be a 
surprise for you and Oliver."

Oliver was listening to Lenka and staring at the rings 
and the leather sheaths.

"OK, everything's ready," said Karel as the girls walked 
away. "Let's roll them."

Lenka took both of them by the hands and stood up 
slowly, waiting for them to follow. Then she led them 
over to the bed. It was an adjustable hospital bed, but 
it was waist level high, and Oliver had to climb up into 
it. As he did so, Christie pretended to push and help 
him along. She patted his rear as it was sticking out. 
Once he was lying there, she stroked his body and played 
with his penis for a few seconds and then leaned over 
and gave him a deep, long kiss, with lots of tongue 
action. As she broke away, she whispered softly to him, 
"I love you, Oliver. You are very brave. Please forgive 
me for what I said before."

Then she quickly turned and gave a big smile to the 
camera.

Lenka had pulled the two chairs to the foot of the bed 
and motioned her to sit down. The chairs were facing 
each other but turned slightly toward the bed. Bright 
spotlights shone on them, and in the dark outside of the 
lighted area, Christie saw a camera behind Lenka aimed 
at her and another camera between them only two feet 
back, aimed straight at the both of them and the bed.

Lenka didn't say anything as the bed was lowered to the 
point where Oliver's legs were facing them just below 
their shoulders as they were seated. Karel's voice began 
speaking in her ear as Lenka began talking to her in 
Hungarian.

"We are lowering your boyfriend to a comfortable level 
for you," he said. Lenka got up and walked to the head 
of the bed and leaned over.

"I am putting a little device into your boyfriend's 
mouth," said Karel, confusing Christie until she 
realized that he was speaking as Lenka. "It is a thick, 
wide, soft rubber thing that fills up his whole mouth, 
and now I'm running the strap behind his head and 
tightening it. Now I'm wrapping these wide soft plastic 
bands around him from below his armpits to his waist. 
He'll be able to move only his ass and his legs. 
Sometimes boyfriends really get active when they're 
responding, and we don't want him falling off the bed 
and hurting himself."

Lenka was sitting down opposite her in an instant. 
Christie wondered if Oliver was as surprised as she was 
at how quickly Lenka had gagged and restrained him.

She began talking to Christie again, and Christie heard 
Karel's voice in her ear. "It's not really a gag, dear, 
because we want your boyfriend to be able to breathe 
comfortably. So there's a big hole in the middle of it 
with a device that's like a bird whistle. He can easily 
breathe in and out, and depending on what he does, the 
whistle will sound louder or softer and higher or lower. 
It's a very pleasing sound. Can you hear? There's a 
little microphone attached to the device, too, which we 
can adjust so we can hear him without things getting too 
loud."

Christie was hearing some quick soft little chirps from 
the direction of Oliver's head. From the rhythm, she 
figured Oliver must be panting. Gradually the sounds 
slowed and got deeper, like a warble. What an ingenious 
device, she thought.

She looked up and saw the leather devices hanging from 
ceiling were slowly being lowered. Lenka stood up and 
reached for them and put each of Oliver's legs into one 
even though he was resisting and kicking at her. 
Christie was surprised how quickly and smoothly Lenka 
accomplished this. She must have a lot of experience 
with them, Christie thought.

Still standing, Lenka started talking to her again and 
Karel's voice was once more in her ear. "See how these 
things come from just above the knee down to mid-calf," 
he said. "They are really very comfortable. Now we're 
going to adjust them. First we will pull them toward us 
so they gently slide Oliver closer to us and past the 
end of the bed until his ass is hanging over the edge.

"That's not comfortable for him, but he won't be that 
way for long. See, now I'm lifting his legs up with the 
sheaths so his ass is being pulled higher. And now I'm 
pulling his legs back so his thighs are pressed into his 
chest and his feet are past his ears. Now I'm pulling 
his legs out sideways, away from his body. See what has 
happened. His ass is pushed forward and his buttocks 
have been pulled wide apart. Now I'm lowering him back 
on the bed. He's ready for your lesson."

Christie looked on in wonder as Lenka manipulated 
Oliver. She had only glanced at the website for a few 
seconds, so she had no idea about all of this. She 
thought it was really interesting.

She noticed that even though Oliver was supposed to be 
comfortable now, he apparently didn't know it because he 
was twisting his lower body around wildly and moving it 
from side to side. The bird calls had become loud and 
high pitched.

Her face was only a few inches from his pulled-apart 
buttocks, and she could see his puckered hole surrounded 
by lots of matted hair. He was either sweating a lot 
down there or it was the lubricant, but it looked really 
gross, she thought.

Lenka pulled a rolling stand to her and pointed to a pan 
with what looked like five sticks of butter. But maybe 
it was some kind of Hungarian margarine, because the 
sticks were bright yellow, almost Day-Glo bright. "First 
we need to lubricate him," said Karel's voice in her 
ear.

Christie looked quizzically at Lenka and tried to 
pantomime. She didn't know how to ask "Why?" except by 
mouthing the word silently. Lenka tried to understand 
her but finally gave up and raised her hand.

"Stop the cameras," Karel said. "What's the problem?"

"Nothing," said Christie. "I just don't understand about 
the butter. I thought Oliver was already cleaned inside 
with enemas and then lubricated."

"But the audience doesn't know that," said Lenka with a 
smile. "They love to see the girlfriends push the butter 
into their boyfriends. So we pretend that he's not 
already prepared."

"Oh," said Christie. "I'm sorry."

"No problem," said Karel. "Roll them."

His voice was soft in her ear again as Lenka began 
speaking. "We use this frozen butter to make things nice 
and smooth," he said, talking as Lenka again, "but as 
you can see, this butter is square, so it will be hard 
to push it in. That's why I have this scalpel. I'm 
carving the end of the first stick of frozen butter to 
make it smooth and round, and I'm making it tapered so 
the end is no wider than a finger and it gradually gets 
wider until halfway down it's at full width. It's a very 
sharp scalpel."

Christie looked at her and saw she was smiling at her, 
and she smiled back. "It's the same one we use when we 
have to cut a man's balls off because they are diseased. 
Why don't you lift up your boyfriends balls and let me 
look at them while I do this. Move them around a little, 
please.

"They don't look too healthy. Maybe when we're done, 
we'll need to cut them off. You don't think so? Too 
bad." Lenka was smiling and pretending to sound 
disappointed. It was a joke.

"Ok. The first stick of butter is ready. I'm going to 
start, and then you're going to continue. See, I'm 
pushing it very gently at his wrinkly hole. I could open 
it wider by moving his legs further back and wider 
apart, but that's not really necessary. See how the tip 
is going in. It's starting to melt inside him and that 
will let more of the butter go in. I'm not pushing hard 
at all, but see how it's starting to go in a little more 
smoothly even though he's squirming around. Now I've 
finished inserting the part that I carved and we're to 
the square part, which should be harder because it's so 
thick and not round. But see how easy it's going in.

"Now you must take the next stick of frozen butter and 
push it against the end of my stick, so that his hole 
doesn't close up when I reach the end. It should be like 
one long continuous stick. Good, you're in position. 
Don't push so hard. Just hard enough to keep the front 
part of yours firmly against the back part of mine. 
That's it.

"OK, now mine's almost all the way in. Push just a 
little harder to make sure you go right in. Great. You 
did it. Now slow down your pushing. See if you can feel 
the butter melting inside him and go with the flow. 
That's it. We have five sticks of butter just in case, 
but usually it doesn't take that many to fill a 
boyfriend up.

"You're wondering how you'll know when he's filled. It's 
a surprise and really cute. You're almost at the end of 
your stick. I'm coming up behind you with my next stick. 
Steady, steady. That's it. There seems to be a little 
more resistance. I think I'm pushing some of the pieces 
around in him sideways. That's why he's breathing so 
hard. But soon they'll all be melted and he'll be 
comfortable and just feeling really filled up.

"I think we can get at least one more in him. Are you 
ready with the next stick? Good. Get it back behind mine 
and start pushing. I'm almost in. OK, push harder. Good, 
you're in. Now softer again. Great. Steady. Hear that 
sound. Don't stop, but look right at where the butter is 
going in. You'll start hearing a squishy sound. Hear 
that. Now look. Do you see the bright yellow melted 
butter squeezing out of him while you're pushing. 
Doesn't it look great. That means he's full.

"Just for fun, give your butter a hard push and look at 
the yellow stuff squirting out like crazy. You're 
giggling. I can tell you're having fun, aren't you? OK, 
now pull the rest of your butter out. You've just lubed 
your boyfriend. You're going to see a lot more of that 
bright yellow butter before we're done."

As Christie pulled her hand away, she saw Oliver's hole 
expanded and full of butter. It made her excited, and 
then she saw it slowly closing up to a wrinkle again, a 
wrinkle covered in lots of melted butter.

Lenka pushed the tray with the butter away and began 
talking again. "Now we're ready to begin," said Karel's 
voice in her ear.

"First, I'm going to put my index finger into him. See. 
I push it in slowly until it's all the way in. I wiggle 
it a little for fun. Keep it light. Sometimes you can 
feel his ass muscles start to grab it. That usually 
doesn't happen until later, but it's an exquisite 
feeling.

"Now I'm pulling my finger out and you put yours in. See 
how easy it goes with all that lubrication. Hey, you're 
having a great time. What a wonderful smile you have. 
That's it. Wiggle. OK, now pull it out, slowly, slowly. 
Now put two fingers together and do the same thing. 
Slowly, slowly. Are you ready for three? Good, I think 
your boyfriend is, too. He's not shifting around as much 
as he did for one finger. He's probably trying to relax 
so the stretching doesn't hurt as much, and that's a 
good thing.

"See how easy three went in. OK, wiggle just a little 
and then move them slowly in and out. Pretend your 
fingers are a penis. No, don't go fast now. Maybe that 
was the wrong suggestion. Let's slow it way down and get 
a nice rhythm. That's it.

"Now, we're ready for four. Good. You've got them going 
in just past your first knuckle. Now I want you to 
slowly speed up and as you do, push a little harder each 
time until you're all the way to the second knuckle and 
you can't go further because your thumb is sticking out 
and stopping you.

"Good. You're all the way in with four. Now faster. 
Pretend your hand is a vibrator and it's vibrating in 
and out of Oliver so fast that you can't see it. I want 
to see nothing but a blur of your four fingers. Faster. 
That's it.

"Now don't slow down if you can while you tuck your 
thumb in behind your fingers. Perfect. See it wasn't 
hard to get all the fingers in because the thumb is 
squeezed in. You're really vibrating, Christie. 
Beautiful. Are you getting tired yet? No? Great. Let's 
move ahead then.

"Keep vibrating, but add just a slight bit if pressure 
as you do. Don't force anything. You're just the 
vibrator. The soft, firm pressure is coming from 
someplace else, outside of you. You have nothing to do 
with it. You're just looking at your vibrator and 
wondering what's going to happen with that extra 
pressure."

"Good, Christie. This is Karel speaking now. Is your arm 
starting to get tired? No? Good. When it does, let us 
know by pantomime, and we'll stop for a while. We're 
shooting Oliver's face at the same time, and we'll just 
cut away to him when we're editing and cut back to you 
as if you never stopped. OK, now I'm Lenka again.

"Don't slow down. Do you see any change as you're 
vibrating? Do you feel a little more resistance? We're 
going in the right direction. I can tell. Look at that 
butter squirting out. Doesn't it look delicious? Are you 
wrinkling your nose at me? You're funny.

"Don't slow the vibrations down. I think we're almost 
there. Get ready. It won't be long now. When it happens, 
it will happen fast. The thumb knuckle will join the 
other knuckles going inside and also the fleshy part of 
your palm below your thumb. This is the widest part of 
your hand, and once it goes through you'll push right 
into him until your wrist is covered. As soon as you 
feel this happening, I want you to stop the vibration as 
quickly as you can.

"Do you hear Oliver? It sounds like he's getting ready 
to open. Steady, steady. There, we're through. Stop! 
Stop! Did you see the butter squirting out? Wasn't that 
wild. Let's rest for a second and let Oliver catch his 
breath. Look at your wrist. You've got a new glove for 
your hand, and it's Oliver. I love your giggle. Isn't 
this wild?

"OK, back to work. No more vibrating now, just slowly 
pushing straight ahead. Do you feel how smoothly his 
insides are gliding over the back of your hand as you go 
further? You are doing great, Christie, You aren't going 
to be a student nurse for long. You learn really fast. 
Did you feel how your boyfriend's body is squirming 
while you push your arm up inside of him. Don't worry, 
your hand and arm aren't that large. I'd say they're 
just normal size. And anyway, we all know, size doesn't 
matter. You're laughing. Isn't this fun?"

"Open your hand and move it around a little inside your 
boyfriend and feel the lubricant and the organs moving 
around as you do. It's an amazing feeling, isn't it? 
Keep pushing. If you feel some resistance, try to make 
your hand as small as possible and then pull out a 
little and push back while you wiggle a bit to get past 
what's blocking you. Don't push hard, because we don't 
want to cause any internal damage. We need to be very 
careful. I see you're not getting any resistance at all. 
That looks great.

"There, you passed the elbow. Not every boyfriend can 
take this much, but you have such slim arms, I think you 
can go all the way. Stop for a second and let him rest. 
OK, now, push gently, even more gently than before. It 
should look like your arm isn't even moving, but it is. 
I can see his asshole sucking your bicep into it, and 
there, you've done it. You can't go any further. You 
should see the expression on his face. When you see the 
video, you'll be amazed."

As Lenka chattered on, Christie was indeed amazed. What 
a feeling to have her entire arm up to the shoulder 
buried inside Oliver! Though her rear was still in pain, 
she felt a stirring between her legs. Was she getting 
turned on by this? Was it the kinkiness? Was it the 
power? Why was she feeling happy in a strange way?

She heard Karel in her ear, "Are you there, Christie? 
Have you been listening to me? It seemed for a second 
like you were in a different world. Don't worry. 
Everything will be fine." She wanted to tell him she 
didn't need his assurances anymore, but she wasn't 
allowed to speak.

"OK, I'm Lenka again," he said. Lenka was quietly 
looking at her with a slight smile and waited while 
Karel repeated what she had just said. Then she started 
speaking again.

"It's time to pull out now," said Karel's voice. "We're 
going to go much slower than when we went in. This is 
where it's easy for someone to get hurt if you're not 
careful. So pull very gently. That's the girl. You are 
doing great. Keep it up and you'll get a top score for 
this lesson.

"It's coming out, slowly, slowly. Look at your arm, all 
yellow, coated with butter. Would you like to lick it 
off. Ha ha. OK, we're almost out. Now if your hand 
inside him is compressed, loosen it up and make it into 
a big fist and turn it sideways. The cameras are in slo-
mo mode and we want to see that big fist coming out 
sideways slowly, making his asshole as wide as possible 
and holding it there before it plops through. This is 
how it will look when you are assisting patients having 
a baby. We don't want to tear anything, so go very slow.

"That's it. I see the fist now. Slow slow. Great. You're 
out. Did you feel how fast the rest of your hand flew 
out once the widest part was outside? Were you 
surprised? That was terrific.

"OK, that didn't take much effort, so let's move right 
on. Don't worry about the butter dripping off your arm. 
It's not doing any harm. Now I want you to move your 
chair so you face him directly lift your arms up so they 
are pointing straight at him." Christie heard the 
cameras moving around behind her as she changed 
positions.

"Now we're going to start that vibration again, this 
time with two fingers of your right hand. See how easy 
they go in now. Good. Just a little faster. That's 
perfect. Now bring your left arm forward and put the 
same two fingers from the left hand in and vibrate the 
four fingers together. A little faster. See how easy 
that was. You've really prepared him well.

"Now let's go with three fingers from each hand. In and 
out, in and out. Same rhythm. Perfect. Your boyfriend is 
starting to move again, and I can hear his bird call 
getting louder.

"Now four fingers. Keep your thumbs straight up as your 
hands move in and out together. Good, you're going in to 
the second knuckle. He's really moving now. He's still 
got a lot of energy left. That's good. Wow! Listen to 
how loud and how high the bird is singing.

"Stay with four fingers, but instead of keeping your 
hands together, pull them wider apart as you go in and 
out. Let's gets some space between those hands. Don't do 
it quickly. The vibration is fast but the pulling apart 
is slow. Good. I see the opening between your hands 
getting bigger and bigger. The butter is pouring out. 
You are doing fantastic.

"Stay just like that, but now tuck your thumbs in behind 
your fingers as you go in and out. He won't even feel 
them because you've pulled him so wide open. Perfect. 
Keep the vibration going and the stretching. In and out, 
wider and wider.

"OK, we're ready. Now stay in rhythm but push your right 
hand in all the way to the wrist. That's it. Your whole 
right hand and four fingers of your left hand are now 
vibrating. Are you tired? No. Great.

"See how easy the hand went in this time. That's because 
of the stretching. OK. Keep those two vibrators going, 
your four fingers and your whole hand.

Christie was amazed to see her whole right hand and four 
fingers of her left hand crazily going in and out of 
what now seemed a huge hole. How could he open that wide 
without splitting in two? she thought. What is he 
feeling? She had some idea from the loud bird sounds she 
heard. They were almost continuous now, except when he 
stopped to take a breath. Lenka began speaking again.

"Now we're ready to finish this part," said Karel's 
voice in her ear. "Is your arm tired yet? No? Good. Keep 
up the vibration and keep pulling wide with your left 
hand. There's still a little space in the middle and we 
need that space. When you're ready, push the left hand 
all the way in, staying in that vibration rhythm.

"Wow! You got that fast. Now don't worry about 
stretching him, just pump those hands together in and 
out. He's wide enough for both of them. This looks so 
great. Are you excited that you have two hands going 
into your boyfriend at the same time? I can see you're 
getting red in the face? Do you think you might actually 
come in your panties while you're doing this? Wouldn't 
that be naughty! Don't worry, I'm just kidding. That 
happens to a lot of my student nurses. It's only normal.

"OK, now let's try a variation. Keep the rhythm going 
with the right hand but stop inside him with the left 
hand. OK, when you're ready, I want you to start up 
again with the left hand, but this time, I want you to 
pull it out when the right hand is pushing in and then 
push it in when the right hand is pulling out. Same 
rhythm but hands going in opposite directions.

"This is the hardest thing you'll do today, and many of 
my students need two or three tries before they get it 
right, so don't be upset if you can't do it right away. 
OK, whenever you're ready. Amazing, you got it right 
away. Did you feel your boyfriend jerk? I don't think he 
expected that. He's whistling away. He sure has a lot of 
lung power, but I think he's starting to get winded. 
We'll check in a few minutes.

"OK, in and out, in and out. You're coming and going in 
him at the same time, so he doesn't really know how to 
respond when he tries to adjust. It must be frustrating 
for him. Hear how his bird is warbling softer and lower 
now. That means he's just about exhausted from all his 
efforts. Keep going, I'm going to talk to him."

Karel's voice stopped as Lenka got up and went to where 
Oliver's head was lying. She leaned over and spoke 
softly to him. Christie couldn't hear what he was 
saying. Then she saw Lenka's hands go to his mouth and 
move around there.

Lenka came back and sat down next to her and began 
speaking. Karel's voice said, "OK, slow down the rhythm, 
slower and slower. Now get both hands going in and out 
together again. That's it. Now faster, faster, faster, 
forget about the rhythm, see how fast you can go. OK, 
when you are ready, I want you to push hard into him 
with both hands and then pull out as fast as you can. 
Remember when he was popping you. We want to hear a loud 
pop and see lots of butter flying out."

Lenka was silent as Christie speeded up. The sloshing 
from Oliver's hole grew louder and louder, and she heard 
something else, too, a low moan. When she suddenly 
ripped both hand from him, the loud pop was followed by 
an agonized scream, but a soft scream.

"That was great," said Karel in her ear as Lenka spoke 
in Hungarian. "You must have heard that I took the 
device out of his mouth. I attached it to his bed next 
to his head so that we can still hear him through the 
microphone. He promised not to yell loudly anymore, but 
I don't think he could do it even if he tried. His voice 
is hoarse and he hardly has any breath. This way we get 
more natural sounds from him for the last part. Now rest 
your arms."

Last part? thought Christie. What else could she 
possibly do to Oliver. She was tired, and her 
imagination failed her. So she just waited and wondered.

The sound of the bed motor startled her. She looked up 
to see Oliver's back moving up with the back of the 
hospital bed. The bed stopped when he was at a 45-degree 
angle. She looked at him and looked away with a tear in 
her eye. He was a mess. His mouth was hanging loose. His 
eyes were darting in every direction. At times his body 
twitched. Maybe he was right, and this was too much for 
him.

She felt bad for him, but she steeled herself. They had 
come too far to turn back now. Only one more part and 
they would be done. Lenka wheeled a low platform over to 
the side of the bed with a small machine. The cord of 
the machine was attached to an electrical extension cord 
on the floor, and Christie saw Lenka flip a switch. At 
first she heard nothing, but when she listened hard she 
thought she heard a faint hum.

Lenka took a long tube from the machine and lifted it 
into the air and began talking. Christie heard Karel in 
her ear again.

"You're probably familiar with this breast pump from 
your work in the maternity ward, sister. We're going to 
use it in a different way today. We want to give your 
boyfriend some pleasure, and this will help us. Watch as 
I put the little suction cup on the end of his penis."

Christie watched, but she saw nothing at first. Oliver's 
big tool was hanging down and limp as a noodle. She saw 
the end of it gently pulled into the suction cup and 
gently released. She had never seen a machine like that 
before. The cup goes over the nipple, she thought, but 
Oliver doesn't have a nipple there. That little tiny 
sucking is not going to do anything.

In a minute, she saw that she was wrong. The first thing 
that happened was that Oliver's ass started moving 
again. She looked up at his face and saw it was 
frightened. He was looking at his limp penis and the 
suction cup, but he still couldn't understand what was 
happening. Then she saw the penis stirring, and slowly 
it got firmer and firmer. After five minutes, it was 
standing straight the way it was when he was really 
horny. But she looked at his face and saw no horniness, 
just bewilderment.

Lenka removed the suction cup and turned the machine 
off. Gradually Roger's tool sank down into limpness. 
Then she turned the machine on again and placed the 
suction cup back at the tip. This time it didn't take as 
long for him to get hard. She didn't say a word, but 
Christie heard Karel in her ear. "This is Karel 
speaking. She's going to do this to him a few more times 
until he's dying to come. Then we'll be ready for the 
last part."

Christy watched as Lenka dipped her hands into the 
butter lying in puddles on the bed and began stroking 
Oliver's penis and manipulating his testes after a 
breast pump session. He responded a little to her, but 
his penis didn't manage to get far. She went back to the 
pump. When she turned it off the next time, Oliver's 
body was thrusting forward as if he were trying to have 
sex with the suction cup. He gave a little cry when it 
was taken away. This time Lenka's hands got him a lot 
more worked up, but not as hard as the suction cup.

After one more suction session, though, he rose quickly 
in her hands and she started pumping him hard as he 
thrust his body at her hands and began panting hard. 
Suddenly, she took her hands away, and he groaned loudly 
in frustration. Lenka spoke to Christie.

"He's ready now," said Karel's soft voice in her ear as 
he spoke for Lenka. "I'm going to stay here by him and 
direct you from here. I want you to start with four 
fingers from each hand with the thumb tucked behind 
them. It will be a lot easier this time.

"Then get the rhythm going like before and when I signal 
you, get both your hands going all the way in and out 
together. Once that's going well, I'll signal you to 
stop with both hands inside. Then you're going to slowly 
push your right hand all the way in, like before. The 
only difference is that you'll have to do that while the 
left hand is in him, too. Don't worry. I'll guide you. 
It will be easy.

"When you are all the way in, I'll have you start 
pushing your left arm in. Yes, we're going to get both 
arms inside all the way to the shoulder. It will be 
exciting. Meanwhile, I'm going to be working on him up 
here with my hands."

Within five minutes, Christie had succeeded in getting 
both arms all the way in. She could barely move them 
when Lenka told her to twist them a little. It was like 
they were in a vise.

She looked up at Oliver's face during the process and 
saw it twist and move and grimace. His mouth was wide 
open. Sometimes he blew out in quick pants. Other times 
he was sucking for air. He seemed to be trying to find a 
way to deal with the pain, but nothing was working. His 
face muscles never stopped moving.

The sounds weren't loud. They varied, from screams to 
short shrieks to moans to cries to sobs. It was amazing 
to watch and listen to him. She realized she was 
observing him as she would an animal in a biology 
experiment, not like he was Oliver, her boyfriend.

Lenka began speaking again. "OK," said Karel in her ear. 
"We're almost done. I want you to keep your arms all the 
way in but use your body to move your chair a little to 
the side, so that you can turn and look at the camera 
and we can also see your arms inside him at the same 
time and above that see my hands working on his dick and 
above his face. We want to get all of that in one frame. 
Are you ready?"

Christie moved her body to shift her chair. Lenka 
stopped speaking, but Christie heard her breathing 
heavily. She looked up and saw her bend down and take 
Oliver in her mouth and suck him. He thrust wildly at 
her head, but she raised up and removed her mouth and 
smiled at Christie while he moaned. She went back to 
work with her hands, breathing even harder. Christie was 
breathing hard, too, watching her. Who's going to come 
first? she thought, "Oliver, Lenka or me." A second 
later she knew as she screamed and her body shook while 
she watched Lenka pumping Oliver. Her hands inside of 
Oliver lurched out of control, and he screamed from the 
pain.

When she had calmed down, she looked back. Lenka was 
still pumping hard and then pulling off. Her breasts 
were heaving and she was panting. Oliver was in agony as 
his body pressed against her trying to get off.

"That was great, Christie," said Karel. "We usually 
don't get that kind of orgasm from the girlfriends. 
You're getting a thousand dollar bonus for that. You are 
one amazing woman. Now please turn and look at the 
camera and smile with your arms inside Oliver while 
Lenka brings herself, I mean brings Oliver off."

Christie turned to face forward and gave a tired smile. 
She was so exhausted that she felt like she didn't even 
have a brain anymore. But for some reason she found 
herself smiling gamely at the camera while the noises 
behind her grew louder and louder.

They sounded like animal noises, guttural growls, 
shrieks, heavy panting, getting ever more urgent. They 
were so depraved that she shuddered for a moment. She 
couldn't even tell who was making what noise. Oliver and 
Lenka blended in a symphony of pure animal lust mixed 
with pain. Suddenly the two joined in one deafening 
harmony of screams and moans and she felt Oliver's body 
jerking wildly.

At the same time it began to rain. How could it be 
raining on me? she thought. We're inside. She felt the 
rain falling on her wig, and some fell on her forehead 
and her arms. She looked at her arms. The rain was thick 
and white.

Karel's voice in her ear was ecstatic. "I think this is 
the best video we've ever shot," he said. "Wait until 
you see Lenka's face when she's coming. I don't know how 
she did it while she was coming, but she got Oliver to 
spray high into the air and all around the room like a 
hose. I've never seen anything like it. Even though it's 
his third time today, he had a tremendous amount of 
semen left. His stuff is on all our equipment, but I 
don't care, because our cameraman got it all. What a 
shoot! Thank you so much, Christie, and give Oliver our 
sincere thanks, too, when you can. We hope everything 
turns out well for the two of you."

Christie smiled a tired smile. For a moment she thought 
about herself and Oliver. Would this bring them closer 
together or would it drive them apart? She had hated him 
an hour ago, but now she loved him again. And she was 
proud of him. Would he hate her? Her insides were 
burning, and her anus was still in incredible pain. He 
must be feeling something similar. Could he get over 
that and love her again?

Finally, she stopped thinking. Right now she just wanted 
to sleep. She sank from her chair into a heap onto the 
floor. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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