Taken Six Times Ch. 02

The director came over to me, sat down and said, "Look, kid, I can see you are picking up this acting real fast. Do this right and I have other parts for you. Now, give me another rape scene like that and we'll call it a shoot."

He kissed my forehead and walked away.

I did not know what to do. I looked at Jake and he was all business. We were both still under the sheet. I laid on my back and rolled over onto my side. Jake laid down next to me and we waited. Jake moved close to me and whispered in my ear, "That was great, baby, now let's give them another performance like that."

Now I know men -- my husband gets off and he is done for hours – so I was not worried about all the sex happening again, but I was pissed. I was pissed at myself for getting so fucking turned on and lost to the sex. I was pissed because after eight years of marriage Peter had never made me feel the way that Jake had. Oh, don't get me wrong, I have had climaxes all my life, but never to the magnitude of what had just happened. This time for the first time in my life I felt like I was a woman. I felt like I had been missing something these past eight years. The strongest climax I ever had before today was by my own fingers.

I barely heard the words "action" before I felt Jake's fingers in me again. This time I felt him as he slid three fingers in and out of me. When he did he said, "My, my, you are ready for some cock, aren't you, baby? I got three fingers in your hole, bitch, here, now four. Like that, baby? Like that, whore?"

God, I found myself moving my hips, arching them to meet his thrusts. I moaned and I kept my eyes closed -- after all, I was supposed to be asleep, or at least not fully awake yet, and I was to be in some sort of sexual dream. Oh, I was all right. I was picturing his four fat black fingers sliding in and out of my hole. I found myself wishing that he had not just fucked me because I wanted him inside me again. I knew he would be soft. I would most likely have to masturbate in the bathroom when were all finished. I was so fucking hot and turned on I wanted sex then more than life itself. I wanted to have that feeling again.

Jake was doing his talking but I really did not hear what he was saying because I was lost in the feeling. I began to say under my breath, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." My eyes were closed and I was saying it very softly.

All of a sudden Jake pulled out his fingers and moved back between my legs. I knew nothing could happen; I know how men are. As much as I wanted his cock inside of me I knew this time it would be nothing but an act -- as it should have been before. I knew this time I would be convincing, but it wouldn't be anything like it was earlier.

But Jake reached down between us under the sheets and I felt him place the head of his cock right against my hole. I could not believe it -- he was hard! He was hard as a rock. I felt him push in and my eyes opened wide. I knew I was supposed to act like I was fighting him off.

I hit my hand against his shoulders and I said, "Please, please, please, oh my God, please fuck me harder, harder. Oh my God I'm coming, oh, Jesus, I'm coming."

Jake rammed his cock in and out hard and I mean hard. He had lines to speak that were intended to humiliate me but his lines had the opposite effect. My mind was a blur with pleasure.

I knew his lines back and forth, this was when he was to taunt me about never having been really fucked. How I never had a real man before now. It was pure gutter trash talk. But as he said his lines, I was holding on to him hard. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and used my ankles to give me leverage to fuck as hard back at his thrusts as he was fucking into me.

I was lost to the sex and I thought that Jake would never stopped fucking me. I had climaxed again and then a third time. I felt disappointment because they were losing intensity. My third climax was nothing like the first two times Jake had made me climax. Even though the third time I came was not as strong as the first two times, it was still stronger than any sex that I had ever had with my husband, Peter.

Jake slowly came to a stop. I was spent. I had forgotten all about the set, I had forgotten all about what I was hired to do. I had just allowed a man who I really did not know anything about fuck me and he made me climax three times. "Why couldn't Peter make me feel like this?" I asked myself. Then it hit me as Jake pulled out and laid on his back. I rolled over like I was supposed to and I was filled with guilt. I had just had sex again with a man who was not my husband, and I hated myself for loving it as much as I did.

This time I could hear noise, talking and, of course, the director. He came over to the bed and this time he wasn't mad, he was, well, he was something, but he wasn't yelling. He sat down on my side of the bed and he said, "Look, doll, I know this is your first time. You know why I know this?" I just looked at him. He said, "Because one time you get it and the next time you don't. I want to run through this again, this time without film because I don't want to waste film. Film is money, and I am not about to throw it away just so you can learn how to act."

"This is a rape, and I know the script says you are to show enjoyment, but that is after you put up a huge fight to make him stop. If Jake really is raping you, it has to start off as a rape before you wrap your legs around his and fuck back at him. Now that I liked; you made that look real. Now just get the first part down and we can get this scene in the can.

"This is crucial to the story, the idea is even though you get raped against your will, you do end up enjoying it, then you feel so guilty about enjoying it that you can't press charges even when they arrest him. You get it, hon?

"The way you acted, it looked as if you were not raped at all. It looked like he woke you up and you were a ready and willing partner. I want you screaming just like you did the time before last. Make me, make the audience believe that under these sheets he is raping you."

I looked at him and my mind was reeling -- what kind of woman am I? Why did I allow myself to get put in this kind of predicament? I also knew that when Jake pulled out of me he was still hard, I knew that when we started again he would not be acting like he was fucking me, I knew he would be. I was sick with myself. Want to know why? Well, I knew as I lay there that as much as I hated the thought of another man fucking me besides my husband I wanted to feel Jake inside of me again.

I closed my eyes and I laid there waiting, thinking of all the years that I had dreamed of being an actress. For over a year I had been to calls, and I had never been called back except this time. I knew I could act -- I just knew it – and all I needed was a break. Here I am in a real movie with real movie stars and I am holding up production because the bad man in the film is actually fucking me when he isn't supposed to be.

I heard the director yell, "OK, ready. Now remember, fight and fight hard before you get overcome with pleasure. This time let's make the fighting nice and long, and then slowly the pleasure will overtake you and then I want you to act like you are fucking him back. I want to see that bed bouncing.

"Do what you need to do, but I want this to be a rape people will talk about. You can let the sheet come down a little and show some tit, but make sure you keep the sheet covering you. Now I am going to talk you through this."

He spoke to Jake.

"Start off waking her up with your fingers under the sheets."

I felt Jake move close to me and I felt his hard cock against my butt. I felt Jake move his hand between my legs. His fingers found my hole and he began to fingerfuck me. Jake started to say his lines when the director cut him off. "No lines, just follow my direction."

Jake began fingering me and I was so fucking wet I could hear my hole making sloshing sounds as three or four fingers slid in and out.

"More movement, Jake. From here I can't tell what you are doing. Make it look real. Good, that is better. Now -- what's her name?" the director asked someone and another voice answered, "Audrey!" The director said, "Yeah, OK, Audrey, this is where you can show some enjoyment, but keep your eyes closed. Remember, you are sleeping and he is waking you up. It is all right to let out a moan or two here."

I was glad that he said that because the way Jake's fingers felt inside of me I had to moan. I shifted my hips and opened my legs, giving him more room to molest me down there.

I heard the director say, "Show me her face, closer, closer, yeah, right there, that's what I want to see. Show me the pleasure you are feeling in your dream. It is all a sex dream, and you are getting close, so close.

"Now, Jake, it is time. Roll her over on her back, open her legs and make it look as if you are ramming into her with one strong forceful thrust. Now, timing is everything, so you, Audrey, try to time it with Jake so just as it looks like he is in you, shoot open your eyes and begin screaming 'Rape!', beat his chest, cuss him out, and kick your feet, but make sure you scream -- scream loud and yell for help. Keep doing that until I tell you to begin to enjoy it."

I felt Jake roll me over, but this time he did not reach down between us. When he didn't, I just knew that this time it would all be an act, I mean, the way the director was talking us through it, I knew Jake wouldn't do that to me again. I felt a little security knowing that, or thinking that.

Then I felt Jake lunge forward and his cock rammed into my hole. He did it so hard and fast that it hurt like hell. I opened my eyes and I began screaming, "NO. NO, GET OFF OF ME, GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed. I yelled. I yelled out "HELP!" so many times it hurt my ears.

I heard the director's voice yelling over mine, "Harder, Jake, make the bed bounce. Show me teeth, Audrey, begin begging for him to stop, cry out to God again, keep it up until I tell you to slowly enjoy it, and when I do I want it to be a gradual change and then when I tell you, I want you turning into an animal wanting him to never stop. And I want you to tell him that as well."

Jake made the bed bounce more all right. It felt like he was trying to ram his dick right out the back of my ass. I felt him so deep inside that it did actually hurt. My cries were real, they were cries because of the pain, but then that began to go away and my whole belly began to glow with pleasure. I had to still keep calling out, but it was becoming harder and harder to do because the pleasure really was taking over.

"OH MY GOD HELP ME, HELP ME, SOMEONE HELP ME, STOP, PLEASE STOP OH JESUS, OH JESUS, OH MY GOD,OHHH."

The director yelled out, "OK, that's it, yeah, just like before. Now slowly, nice and slow, change for me, Audrey. Start enjoying it and pretty soon start fucking back so hard it looks like Jake is going to come off the bed."

"OH MY GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE, OH JESUS, PLEASE OH DON'T, NO DON'T, PLEASE DON'T, STOP, STOP, OH MY GOD Please don't, Oh my God please don't stop, don't don't stop, Oh my God, please don't stop. Keep going, you're making me come, oh my God, please, oh Jesus, oh my God, please, more, harder, harder, fuck me, you black bastard, fuck me harder!"

I was slamming my pelvis hard against Jake as he bounced in and out of my hole. I yelled out, "Give it to me, you bastard, give me it! Come in me, come in me, fuck me, fuck me."

I vaguely heard, as if from a distance, "Keep going, make it last, make it look like you can't get enough, make it look like you want him to fuck you all day."

I was there, I was going to come, I knew it was going to be hard and wonderful. I heard Jake say, "You ready, baby? You ready for a baby? I'm going to fill you so full you're gonna drip for a week. Here it comes, bitch, here it comes."

And I was there. I lifted my ass off the bed and I raised myself up as he crammed himself into me. All I could say was, "Yeah, ohhh, yeaaaaaaah."

I felt him inside of me and I honestly could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. I felt my whole body sucking his cock dry. I gripped hold of his cock with my pussy and I was not about to let it go until I had all of his sperm inside of me.

I stayed arched like that for the longest time, I had my eyes closed and I was on my shoulders and the heels of my feet. Everything else was off the bed, arched and giving him full access to deposit his seed as deep as he could inside me.

At some point I realized the position I was in and, just like before, shame filled me. I felt guilty again for loving the way that Jake had made me feel. I heard the director say, "OK, now roll over and begin to cry. You are mad at yourself for losing control and loving it the way you did. I want to see tears. Cry out in shame."

I rolled over and I did cry in shame. I was mad at myself for acting the way that I did. I laid there and all of a sudden everyone in the room began to clap their hands. The director came over to us and said, "That is just what I want, it was perfect. It made me believe it was a real rape.

"Now, let's do it one more time on film. Let's take five. Get makeup over here and fix her up. Dry her hair and bring him a towel. You both have too much sweat on you -- that looked like a lot of work. It's a good thing I know you have the props in place, you make it look so real. Good girl."

He patted me on my head and the makeup girls came in with blow dryers and towels.

One started to reach under the sheet but I stopped her and said, "Everything is OK down there, just wipe down my chest and I need a little foundation." The one woman working my face said, "Honey, you do your job and I'll do mine."

Jake sat up on the bed and used a towel to wipe himself down. He had worked so hard he was dripping sweat onto me. When my hair was dry we set up for one more go at it.

When the director said "ACTION!" we did exactly the same thing. And I mean exactly. Jake fingered me to another climax and then he rammed in and out of me hard and fast. I came again and like before I arched my back and hips right off the bed pushing him high in the air as he made it look like he came inside of me. I did not have to act; I came just as hard as I had the last time.

When he finished he pulled out, and I rolled over and cried again. I heard the director yell, "AND CUT!" He walked over to the bed and said, "Finally!" Turning to the crew he yelled out, "LUNCH! Be back at 2:30." I looked over at the set clock and it said 12:10.

Two women walked over to the bed with robes. They handed them to Jake and me. I could feel all the wetness on the bed and I could smell the aroma of sperm. The air was full of it. I could not look at anyone, I was so ashamed, I knew that they had to know what happen.

I guess the girl handing me my robe had an idea what I was thinking because she said, "It's OK, this happens all the time. I'll take care of the wet sheets. Go to wardrobe and get cleaned up."

I sat up and air escaped from my vagina. It was like a fart, only sounding a lot like gurgling as the air came out. I was so embarrassed. It was not a soft-sounding one, either; it was rather loud. I also knew that I must have pushed out more of Jake's sperm onto the bed. I quickly stood, wrapping the robe around myself, and I walked briskly to wardrobe. It seemed like with every step I took, more air escaped from me.