After Barry sent Kitty off to her shoot, he headed towards the lobby. When he got there, he saw Greg, as usual, behind his desk doing the daily paperwork. Greg looked up as Barry came over to the desk.
"Hey Boss-man, did our new girl get settled in?"
"Yeah. She was a bit nervous, but I think She'll do fine."
"She certainly is a looker. Should make for a great shoot," Greg said.
"I know, she really rocks that sexy 'MILF look. I think she will be a big hit! I'm really looking forward to seeing the proofs."
Greg grinned at his boss. "Well, you know we could have a little peek now and see how things are going."
Barry thought about it for a moment but shook his head.
"I told her there wouldn't be too many people in the room with her, you know, so she'd feel more at ease."
Greg nodded but kept grinning.
"Who said anything about going into the room. All the studio's have been set up with security cameras, remember? We can watch from the security office."
Now it was Barry's turn to grin.
"I knew there was a reason I hired you. Let's go."
Greg got up and came around the desk quickly.
"I must admit I was hoping you'd like that idea. I have been dying to see her out of those clothes."
Barry's eyes gleamed and Greg could tell he felt the same. He and Barry crossed the lobby and Greg pressed on a corner of the wall, opening a small, concealed door leading into the Security office. The two men stepped inside.
The office was small but very professionally laid out. There were two leather office chairs in front of a long table that held several rows of video monitors. There was a switcher in front of them and even a microphone set up so they could speak to anyone in any of the studios if they wished. Most of the monitors showed blank screens or empty rooms waiting for the next shoot. But there were four currently showing active shoots going on.
Greg sat down and quickly moved his hands over the controls, turning on the monitor for the studio where Kitty was to be doing her first shoot. The camera showed two men, a couple of cameras on tripods and nothing else. They looked at the screen for a minute or so, watching the camera man walk about, fiddling with his equipment. But there was no sign of Kitty.
"Where the hell is she?" Barry finally asked. I sent her back there over five minutes ago."
Greg looked as puzzled as his boss.
"I don't know," he said. "Could she have gotten lost? "
"Check the other studio cameras, see if she went to the wrong room."
Greg nodded and flipped some switches, lighting up several other monitors and switching efficiently between various studios looking for their wayward model.
"I don't see her anywhere," Greg started to say but then the camera for the Live Studio shoot came up. He and Barry stared at what they saw.
There was Kitty, Naked, locked into a stock with several men around her. She was sucking on one cock and had someone else behind her. She was jumping and shaking as the men had their way with her.
"Oh my god," said Barry. She in the studio with that Porn company. They must have thought she was the talent we were sending them."
Greg just stared as they attached suction cups from a milking machine to her hanging breasts and started pumping them. He turned and looked at Barry.
"Uh, we should stop this right boss?" he asked. But his tone sounded tentative.
Barry was just staring at the young housewife as her tits were forced to lactate and her mouth was filled with cock. Behind her he watched as someone started spanking her ass. He watched the helpless woman struggle against the men with no success.
"Turn on the sound," he said to Greg in a hoarse tone. "Maybe it's ok and she likes it?" But he said it much more like a question than a statement.
Greg nodded and pushed a button that allowed them to hear what was going on inside the studio. The small office was suddenly filled with the sounds of men grunting and Kitty's groans. As one man pulled his cock out of her mouth they could hear Kitty's voice.
"Red!" they heard Kitty sob. "I said Red!"
"Isn't that cute" one of the men said, "She thinks she has a safe word.
"I do!" Kitty screamed. I do. It's Red, Barry told me so!"
Greg and Barry continued to stare at the scene unfolding as the men continued their free roaming assault on the poor woman.
"We should really do something" Greg whispered, even as his hand dropped to his crotch to try and adjust his raging hard on.
"Yes," agreed Barry. "Absolutely." And he pulled out the other chair and sat down, careful to adjust his rock-hard cock as well. "But... let's give it just a minute or two more. We wouldn't want to ruin the companies shoot on what might be a misunderstanding."
Greg licked his lips and swallowed as he watched someone put a vibrating clamp onto Kitty's pussy.
"Uh-Huh," he said simply, never taking his eyes from the scene unfolding before them.
So, he and Barry sat and watched as the men surrounding Kitty continued to put her through her paces. Soon, all thoughts of stopping the forcible gangbang of this housewife had vanished from their thoughts.
* * *
Kitty tried to scream at the men to stop as they carried her across the room, but her voice, already hoarse from yelling was not much more than a sob and a groan. Her whole body was still shaking under the earth-shattering orgasms she had been made to endure. She had cum three or was it four times. It had felt like nothing she had ever experienced. How could this be happening, her body betraying her by reacting as these men raped and forced her?
She heard one of them say something about a 'Sybian'. What was that? Even as she wondered at this, she saw where they were taking her.
Another spotlight had now lit up and it showed a wooden platform, about five or six feet square, on short metal legs, raising it about a foot off the floor. There were ropes and some cuffs attached to the side of it and in the center was a black, half-cylinder like object. It had a couple of LEDs on the front and along its center were rubber ridges and what looked like a large realistic looking rubber dildo. So far, she had been just letting them carry her but seeing this it became clear what they were planning, and she started to struggle again.
"What's that?" she cried out. "No! Let me go, please." She continued to try and pull herself free, but the men carried her to the platform easily. Almost gently, the took hold of her legs and spread them wide, moving her into a position where she straddled the device. They did not try to place the upright dildo into her right away, but as they forced her to squat over the device, she could feel its thick rubbery surface sliding between her ass cheeks.
Holding her still, even as she tried to get away, two men brought over coils of rope and quickly and efficiently wrapped it about her legs, tying her calves to her thighs, in essence causing her to squat and be more-or-less immobilized over the black cylindrical object.
Now up close, she could see there was a power cord running from the back of it and another cable running off the front that ended in a device that looked like a remote control. As she tried to absorb all of this, she heard the man with the gruff voice speaking again.
"Ok, let's get her set up quickly folks, we have a lot more to do today. Time is money."