An hour later, Rebeka walked into a large open room. Lights were set up throughout the room, most focusing on the large four-poster heavy wooden bed. Dark blue satin sheets were on the bed, but the top sheet was missing, leaving only the single sheet tucked on the mattress.
She turned to Roberts, who had stopped next to her, giving her a moment to look around the room.
"As long as you have no objections, we would like to videotape a single scene of you. This more of a trial shot for you. We will keep the footage, but if you so choose, afterwards you may leave without any further obligation. You'll continue to receive payment for the one shot. However, if you decide this is something you would like to continue doing, you will receive a contract for your work. Does this sound alright?" he said.
After taking one final look around, she took a deep breath and nodded yes. "That sounds good to me," she said, her voice husky.
"Okay then. We'll head on over to the testing center and get everything set up."
Rebeka sat nervously on the edge of the chair in the office of the doctor the studio hired to do all of the testing for its actors and actresses.
"Okay, Miss Connors. It's all really very simple. We simply draw some blood in order to test you for any diseases that may prevent you from being able to work. We don't want anyone getting sick, now, do we? We test for HIV/AIDS, syphilis, that kind of thing. We also need to arrange for your birth control. You're required to remain on a form of birth control during your entire time as a actress in the films."
She nodded and he motioned for a nurse to come forward and start drawing her blood.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that all of your blood-work has been returned and you're totally clean, so we can get started anytime you want," Roberts said over the phone two weeks later.
"Okay, that's great. When did you want me to come in for the shoot?" she asked, her stomach fluttering with a combination of nerves and apprehensiveness.
There was a slight pause and she could hear pages resulting over the phone line. "How about in a week? Say, next Thursday at 2 o'clock pm?" he said.
"Alright. I'll be there."
"Good. Oh, before I forget. We ask all of our actors their preference on condoms. Now everyone is tested monthly for any sexually-transmitted diseases and the like and all of our girls are on birth control, but some still prefer that a condom is used. We do ask that while giving blowjobs, the condom is removed. So do you have a preference?"
She paused. "Well, I don't really know much about that stuff. Is there a difference in the, um, actual process?"
"Most of our girls like bare skin, and all of our boys prefer it. They say it makes the job more real to them, plus it makes it feel even better."
"Okay, I guess I'll do it without. I'd like to try it that way at first at least."
"Alright. That's great to hear. So I'll see you on Thursday."
"Okay."
Rebeka walked onto the set Thursday afternoon. Nervously shifting her weight on her heels, she slowly surveyed the room. It was generally set up the same as her first time there, but the sheets had been replaced with pure white satin sheets instead. A small crew was gathered around a table in the corner, some eating food from the table, others just standing around talking.
Roberts saw her and quickly walked over. He quickly glanced over her body. She wore tight jeans, so faded they were almost white, that cupped her tight ass, highlighting the soft mound of her pussy. A plain white t-shirt hugged her pert breasts, the tight fabric clearly showing that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The neckline came down in a slight V, showing the top curves of her breasts.
"I do like your outfit, and I may have to use it in another scene sometime, but for today, I need you to go with Sandra and get into costume and make-up." He motioned to an older woman standing slightly behind him.
Sandra smiled and motioned for Rebeka to follow her to a corner of the room.
"Okay, the deal with your scene is that you're this spoiled little rich girl and you're in your room one morning and some of the guys who work around the house come into your room and gang-rape you. You're supposed to be a tease that never puts out, so you're still a virgin. At first you try and fight back, but by the end, you're lovin' every second of it. You get the idea?"
"Yeah. Doesn't seem that difficult. How many guys are there going to be?"
"Three."
"And they're all gonna rape me?"
"Yeah. They're each gonna "break in a hole". One will fuck your mouth, one your pussy, and then one your asshole."
"Won't that hurt?"
"They'll make sure that they get you prepared. Trust me, you'll love it."
Sandra turned around and held out a lacy white nightie. "Okay, now put this on."
Looking around, Rebeka pulled her shirt over her head, her breasts pushing forward and unbuttoned her jeans, dropping it all into a pile on the floor. She pulled on the nightie, shimmying her hips so that it fell into place.
"Yummy," a deep voice behind her said. She turned around, her face blushing as she faced the hottest guy she'd ever seen before.
He held out his hand, his lips curving into a rakish smile. "Clark. And you are?"
"Rebeka," she replied shaking his hand.
"Ah, the new star. I'm your second rapist for today's shoot. I definitely look forward to taking your cherry," he said winking as he surveyed her body. The nightie was almost sheer and tightly cupped every curve of her luscious body. It was cut low on her breasts, her tight raspberry nipples pushing against the fabric, clearly visible. The hem ended just under her ass, cupping her tight buttocks. As she moved, the hem slid up, revealing the outer lips of her smoothly shaven cunt around her tiny white thong.
He pulled her up against his body, and leaned over. His lips roughly met hers, his tongue pushing between her lips. Her mouth opened and his tongue slipped in, foraying with hers. She caressed his mouth with the tip of her tongue. His arms came around her, pulling her tight against his hard body. She could feel his erection pressing against her hot pussy. As they continued to kiss passionately, his rough hands came up under the nightie to cup the twin globes of her ass, lifting her up so that her cunt rubbed right against his hard cock.
Slowly he eased her back onto her feet, and bent, lightly biting her nipple through the nightie. "I'll see you in a little bit."
Half an hour later, everything was ready for the shoot.
"Okay, Rebeka, we'll take it slow at first. Just listen to the director, and beyond that just go with the flow," Roberts said.
Rebeka climbed up onto the bed and laid back against the pillow.
"Lie on your side. Yeah, just like that, spread your legs a little more. Perfect. Now, rub your stomach with one hand. Lightly, just in smooth circles. Good."
Following the instructions, Rebeka turned onto her back and arched her back, stretching. The movements pushed her tits forward, the fabric straining as her breasts threatened to come out of the top.
Suddenly, the fake door of the set came crashing open, and three guys came in, closing and locking the door behind them.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, sitting up. One of the guys came forward and pushed her back down onto the bed, straddling her stomach.
