Prologue

The Prologue

"I've got another good role for you," said Alex, my tenacious but definitely suspect agent. "It's to be a maid, in

Duncumbe Abbey.

"

"What?" I said incredulously, "You

know

I've already acted the part of the

bad sister

in that series. And you know how

that

ended up for me? Lord Rutherford really

did

have his evil way with me, when the actor Derek Bailey purposely penetrated me inch by inch with his huge, long cock after cunningly convincing me it was needed for artistic integrity; and instead of acting out the

simulated

love making it was supposed to be, he fucked me for real, good and proper, and I came back hobbling, with my pussy full of spunk! God knows what would happen to me if I was playing a

maid

!"

"Well, you can't blame

him

," said Alex, "

He'd

been told to make it look more

realistic

!"

"More realistic?" I exclaimed, "It couldn't have been any

more

realistic! He

really

did have unprotected sex with me -

really

fucked the bejesus out of me, and then

really

did fill me with his real spunk - as if I

really was the bad sister

in the novel! I was supposed to be doing some proper acting in a genuine historical Victorian period drama - and I ended up being really properly fucked for real - as usual!"

"Calm down!" said Alex infuriatingly,

"I

heard you egged him on, so let's not be quite so judgemental!"

"Egged

him

on? Judgemental?

"It was

my eggs

that his sperm were trying to fertilize when he ejaculated inside me - After

he'd judged

it was acceptable to

go mental and fuck me

, deemed it necessary to literally

rape me

on set, and then deliberately deposit several hundred million of his virile sperm inside me. And he filled me with all that sperm and thoroughly inseminated me, in front of everyone - on camera!"

"Oh... You're such a prima donna! It wasn't rape and you didn't end up pregnant!"

"'Rape! Prima donna! Pregnant!' I should slap you right now, for being so exasperatingly ambivalent about what happens to me! It's no thanks to you I'm

not

pregnant. The point is: you're supposed to be finding me serious acting roles to enhance my career, and instead, I somehow keep ending up playing parts where I get fucked senseless - literally. And then have to take the morning after pill. I should be able to go to work without being inseminated each time!"

"Yes, but it's

you

who actually chooses to do those jobs, knowing full well what might happen to you, because they're well paid."

"Yes, but they

are

never what you've told me! And

well paid

? For you maybe. But I'm the one who keeps ending up with massive pornstars' cocks pounding my little pussy! - who

then

cum inside me because that's what they do; and

then

could impregnate me, because you know I don't like taking any form of contraception in case it lowers my libido..."

"You and your libido! Don't you have enough already? And how you haven't achieved unintended impregnation yet...? I just don't know!"

I have my suspicions now, that despite denying it, Alex is

deliberately

finding me these roles, where I end up being fucked stupid, so he can carry out some weird psychological retaliation against me, for refusing to fuck him, after what first happened to me, on the set of

Big Insurrectio

n; where as a naïve budding actress just starting out in the business, he got me a part as an extra which I took trustingly and unsuspectingly, and ended up being mercilessly fucked stupid by five pornstar soldiers to give the scene

a bit of extra realism

. And set me on the dubious career path that I am now on...

For which I have never forgiven him, and have vowed never to have sex with him as his punishment, even though I secretly find him very attractive.

It's either that, or he is so frustrated that he can't fuck me, that he is deliberately finding me roles where he knows pornstars will fuck me instead, in ever more debauched and depraved scenes, so that he can watch it - and enjoy it; watch me being fucked senseless, and fantasize it is him with his cock in me, fucking me into oblivion! He's might even be setting me up,

knowing

that I don't use any contraception, in the hope that when I'm unwittingly lured into participating in frenzied unprotected sex with several virile pornstars, he gets to see the moment one of them shoots his massive load of spunk deep into me and actually does

spectacularly

impregnate me, literally there and then, on set - publicly and forcibly impregnated, to give him some entertaining sexual gratification - and revenge...!

"This role is ideal for you! And you'll love it - honestly

,

it'll be right up your street! It'll be

so

stimulating - perfect for cultivating your acting development! It will give you the chance to really shine, and actually

live

the role and be creative!" he was saying rather too enthusiastically, and he continued:

"It's an exciting new spin-off from the main Duncumbe Abbey series with a different production company and director. You'll be able to show off your talents and they'll see you perform in all sorts of different scenarios. They'll give you a different look: a wig and make-up; it'll be like a disguise, and no one will recognise you. It will be lots more experience for you and the money's great...

"And they asked for you by name!"

"Asked for me by name? That does

sound

promising... Well, if it's a good serious part that's going to enhance my career and reputation, I'll do it, and I do need the money. But you better be right!"

I turned up for the first day's shoot and, blow me, if it wasn't the

same

director who had told Derek Bailey to

really

fuck me.

I couldn't believe it! Alex had lied to me - again.

"Hi Emily, it's Peter. I'm the director. I think we may have got off on the wrong foot last time you were here. It seems there was some kind of silly misunderstanding over your role and what was expected of you. I don't think Derek explained it well enough to you.

"I don't think he explained it to me at all!" I responded, knowing full well that it was Peter who had told him to fuck me, and

not

to tell me what was going to happen to me in the first place...

"You see, we are trying to make our dramas, and so our filming, as realistic as possible. I'm a founder member of the Purely Realistic Acting Association whose members want total realism, which means acting out scripts and scenes in a movie or play as realistically as possible. And I don't think you were told that...

"So, for example, if any of the characters have a

simulated

sex scene in the script, then we insist that the actors have

real

sex with each other on set, in order to make it truly realistic. Sometimes we tell the actors beforehand that they are working to this kind of agenda and must fuck for real, and more often than not the co-star is gagging to be fucked by the star anyway, and the star is just dying to get his cock inside her, so he does. And they fuck for real. Sometimes we just tell one of them what they need to do, so they initiate having unsimulated unprotected sex, and let nature and human desire take its course. And

that

works too!

"I see..." I said, "So that's what happened to me... Although what happens if the actress doesn't wa..."

"It's all for the sake of total realism!" he interrupted me and continued unabated:

"We just give the actors and actresses the encouragement and opportunity to have sex for real, and when they do, while they're totally engrossed in each other - while he's totally engrossed

in

her - we film all the intimate details with graphic close-ups; so the audience can see they really

are

fucking and really are portraying their characters with total realism; and it works really well - the audience loves the realism! We particularly like to see serious respected actresses participating to the full, and ending up

actually

being fucked and then

really

filled with spunk, because that makes it all the more realistic! Especially seeing it oozing out of their sperm filled pussies afterwards, and the look on their faces, to show that even though they are only acting, they have totally submitted to their role and really

have

been fucked and filled with spunk to truly depict what actually happened to the character they are realistically portraying."

Well! He's certainly keen on realism!

"Well, that's certainly wha..."

"Everything is planned to look authentic. For example, an actress might not be told she is about to do a rape scene, so that when she is actually raped, and we see the real look of surprise and horror on her face, it gives it that extra edge of nitty-gritty realism; but it's all only acting of course, so she's not really being raped, when they hold her down and force there cocks inside her and forcibly fuck her - it's just acting - and the actors have all signed the consensual sex agreement form beforehand where they consent unconditionally to having unprotected unsimulated sex - so it's all just part of a day's work..."

"Part of a day's wo...?" I began to question, but was cut off...

"There are all kinds of surprise sex acts which work much more realistically when acted out this way...

"It all works very well. The only trouble we ever have is when a participating actress returns home full of another man's spunk, or

several

men's spunk if it's a shoot like we're doing today, and her insensitive husband goes berserk. But we think he should be more understanding that she's doing it for her art. Or we suggest she cleans herself up properly before she leaves work, so he doesn't know..."

"All right," I said, "that explains a lot," without listening properly to the end of his long explanation, "I can see where you are coming from now, and my supposedly

simulated

sex scene with Derek Bailey certainly

was

realistic the way it was done; but there was only thirty seconds of it in the final cut."

"Ah, yes, there was a bit of a cock up with the editing in the end. It was a bit too realistic..."

"Oh, I didn't know it could be too realistic...?"

"Well, anyway let's move on... Have you any questions about this shoot?"

"Yes! In this scene, what might the maid be expected to do to make it more realistic?"

"Well, it's an improvised scene, so you can play it by ear. But if you'd asked what a maid did in Victorian times, the answer would've been,

"'She does as she's told!'

"So that's what I'd expect

you

to do in this drama to make it authentic.

"Life in Victorian England was quite hard for a maid; if she was pretty like you and the Lord of the house said, 'I am going to mount you!' then she was mounted, and indeed a lot of that went on.

"So

you

may need to be mounted...

"And if she complained about what she was made to do, she could be severely punished, summarily dismissed, and put out on the street where she would probably have to become a prostitute to survive - which will be a whole new

Realistic Acting

scene for the film.

"So

you

shouldn't complain about what you will be

maid

to do...

"Being in service was a much safer employment, even if she

was

fucked by the master of the house every other day.

"So, a maid - like the one

you

are playing - just had to put up with being taken advantage of, especially, as I say, when she was pretty and desirable like you."

"I see. So while playing the role of the maid, I should just expect to be taken advantage of, do as I'm told, be mounted, and not complain - otherwise I'll be sacked and have to become a prostitute!"

"Yes! You've got the gist of it!"

"I see... to make it more realistic... But what kind of things will

I

actually be able to do and say, to

enhance

and develop my acting experience and demonstrate my acting skills? You know, what lines will I get to say?"

"Well... yes... as I say: you will be able to do some realistic acting as if you really were the maid. So when you are called upon to service his Lordship or say, his friends, then you will be able to act out an

intimate encounter

with them to

broaden

your portfolio with

unfettered

participation. The other actors will be most

forthcoming

and obligingly help you

overcome

any

reluctance

or inhibitions you may exhibit. And for an even more intense acting experience you could always try saying, "No!" and then try putting up a bit of resistance as part of your act and see what happens to you then..."

"Hmmm... He's suggesting I have one word to say: 'No!' and when I say it, I will be molested by Lord Rutherford and his friends - anyway..." I concluded. "I really do need some form of contraception in case it really does go that far, and they end up 'taking advantage of me' for real!"

"Of course, it would only be acting, to make the whole scene authentic, and of course for an actress such as yourself it will be very empowering, learning how to act these scenes totally realistically and authentically without hesitation; and what fantastic acting experience it will be for you. There's no script or set plot, so you can just be creative and use your power of imagination as to what the maid would actually say and do. And the other actors will do all they can to help you be

creative

and

realistically

portray your role as a maid, and truly demonstrate what happens to a hapless maid in Victorian England..."

"Oh, of course, if it really would be

actual

acting and

creative

role playing, then I would love to act the part of the maid!" I committed myself, in a sudden act of

reckless

enthusiasm!

"Oh Good! You're just what we need to bring this scene to life! Just see my secretary and don't forget to sign the consensual sex agreement form, the release form, and non-disclosure agreement form, and we can get started!"

"Great!" I said, wanting to help make this scene really work, and remembering that I

had

rather enjoyed the realistic sex acting with David Bailey, even when he had acted out filling my pussy with his spunk, and in truth, I

may

have helped with that... And I guessed there could be some of that in this scene, especially if there was another dark, dashing, strong, handsome leading man like Derek Bailey...

I happily signed the forms. I'm sure they would cover me for everything - in for a penny, in for a pound - and off I went to wardrobe. I was given a long black wig and a maid's uniform, that, after stripping off all my clothes, was very quick to put on, and lovely and light and airy. It just consisted of black lace open crotch panties, stockings and suspenders, and a short skirt, which hardly covered my bottom, and a frilly blouse which hardly covered my boobs. And red high heels...

"This

is

a bit scanty!" I thought, "I'm not surprised that Victorian maids were taken advantage of, if they wore a uniform like this!"

I smiled to myself as I felt a warmth in my pussy. My nipples had gone erect and were very nearly popping out of the top of the black lace blouse. This costume was certainly working for

me

! But surely it was a bit too provocative? Mine not to reason why... But did Lord Rutherford of Duncumbe Abbey really have his maids dressed like this? It had been given to me by wardrobe so it must be authentic - except I was pretty sure the only place a maid's outfit like this would have been worn in Victorian England would be in a brothel. Oh well...! Maybe they all think I am absolutely fucking naive - perfect to be a maid!

But this job

was

well paid, even though I knew (especially dressed like this!) I could end up being fucked by the leading man for added 'realism' - like before. And I know I'm naughty but the thought of that did make me feel horny!

"I really should take some form of contraception in case he does," I warned myself again.

Anyway, now I was dressed for the part, ready for the day's shoot. The director met me in the great hallway of Duncumbe Abbey Manor.

"The action takes place in the Great Games Room through this door. The whole room is wired for sound, and hi-def remotely operated cameras are installed everywhere, so don't worry about which camera you are working to," he explained, "Just act natural; play the part of the maid authentically and we will have a great session, and everything will be authentic,

especially

what happens to maids in Victorian England - "

I was handed a silver tray with three cream teas on it by his beautiful smiling assistant.

" - as you will find out...!"

He quickly knocked, then pushed open the big oak door.

"Now in you go! Give it to them, Emily! Show us what you've got!"

And with that he slapped my arse, so hard, the cheeky bugger, that I nearly fell off my high heels! That's the effect a maid's costume has on men - they just can't bloody help themselves!