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Here is a new story titled "Holly's Pregnancy" -- I hope you like it!

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Kelli

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WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. 
It may contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts
that could be highly offensive to almost every reader.  This story is
intended for ADULTS only.  If you are under the legal age of consent in
your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW.
Feedback is appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it
stimulating.

   HOLLY'S PREGNANCY

   By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com)
Codes: MMMMMF anal bestiality humil nc preg rape snuff torture
INTRODUCTION: Before the Wedding
Holly Marie Combs was standing in the vestibule of the small chapel at
San Ysidro Ranch in Montecito, California.  Nestled in the lush Montecito
foothills not far from Santa Barbara, the resort has provided a tranquil
retreat for more a century.  Guests are drawn to this legendary hideaway
for its blend of exquisite natural beauty, romantic heritage and classic
luxury.  Myth and history mingle in the fragrant gardens where Vivien Leigh
and Sir Laurence Olivier exchanged vows.  It was the setting for John and

Jackie Kennedy's honeymoon retreat.

   Holly was thrilled to be there, but not just because of the history --
she was about to get married, for the last time in her life.  After a brief
marriage to fellow actor Bryan Smith from 1993 to 1997, she was briefly
engaged to Storm Lyndon before they split up in 2000.  When she met David
Donoho on the set of her TV series, "Charmed," in 2001, she knew she loved
him almost instantly.  They started living together that same year, and two
years later Holly found out that she was going to have a baby.  The couple
decided to get married on Valentine's Day, February 14, 2004, when Holly
was seven months pregnant -- and now here she was, about to walk down the
aisle and have the wedding of her dreams.  Holly was trying to smile -- but
the pain from the metal clamps attached to her nipples was driving her
crazy.

   She looked down at her chest.  Her bare breasts, swollen because of her
pregnancy, were sticking out like soccer balls, and on each erect nipple
was a large alligator clamp, its sharp metal teeth biting into her soft
flesh.  The clamps were joined by a heavy silver chain, and the weight of
the chain distended her nipples and made them hurt more.  Her white wedding
veil covered her face modestly, and she was wearing white stockings, and
white pumps with five-inch heels and ankle straps -- but the stockings
ended at the top of her thighs, and otherwise she was naked.  Her pregnant
belly was hanging out massively, her shaved pussy fully visible between her
legs, and her round little ass was bare.  She was just 5 feet 2, but she
had already gained 30 pounds during her pregnancy, and she was having
trouble keeping her balance in her high heels.  She had wanted to wear low
heels, but David said he wanted her to look sexy for the wedding, and she
always did what he told her because she loved him so much.  She had picked
out a beautiful wedding dress, but David said he wanted all the guests to
see how beautiful her pregnant body was, so she agreed to wear just the
veil with her stockings and high heels.

   Holly had tears in her eyes because of the sharp pain of the clamps on
her nipples, but she tried to smile prettily as the doors to the chapel
started to open.  Here we go!  She glanced down, and just below her veil
she could see the very faint pink lines across the top of her breasts, with
similar marks barely visible across her protruding belly, almost completely
healed now.  She started slowly moving toward the altar, her big breasts
jiggling with every step, and she thought about everything she had gone
through to get to this moment.

   CHAPTER 1: Holly's Sexual History

   Holly had been on "Charmed" for three seasons when she met David, and
she fell head over heels in love.  Her first marriage at age 20 had been
unpleasant almost from the start, but now she was 27, and she felt a lot
more mature and able to assess her feelings toward men.  Her best friend,
Shannen Doherty, liked David a lot, which gave Holly confidence that he was
a good man.  Holly and Shannen had worked together since "Charmed" first
went on the air, and they were like sisters.  Holly like the third actress
on the show, Alyssa Milano, but Shannen had some issues with her, so Holly
felt closer to Shannen.  They talked a lot to each other about their
personal lives, and Holly was surprised when Shannen revealed that she had
been raped by two of her uncles when she was 11.  Holly cried along with
Shannen as she told her story, and then Holly quietly talked about her own
painful history, the first time she had talked about it in her life. 
Holly's father and mother had divorced when she was two years old, but her
father visited her a lot, usually to babysit while her mother looked for
work as an actress.  He started to molest her at age 7, and within a year
he had escalated from touching her genitals to showing her how to suck his
penis.  She narrowly escaped being raped when her mother, Lauralei, found
them together in bed one evening when she came home early.  The next day,
Lauralei bundled Holly onto a plane and went to New York, where Lauralei
could only find work as a waitress and a model for cheap nudie magazines.
It was Holly whose success as a child model soon became the major source of
the family's income.

   But life in New York wasn't all good for Holly.  Her mother remarried
when Holly was 12, and her new stepfather took up where her biological
father had left off.  He worked as a musician and bartender, and he was
often at home when her mother was working.  After a few weeks of touching
her genitals, he raped Holly the day before her 13th birthday, then sat
beside her the next day at her birthday party and felt her up when no one
was watching.  He told Holly she was short and pudgy and ugly, and no boys
would ever be interested in her.  His attacks on her self-image were so
harsh that Holly actually began to welcome his attention.  He continued to
rape her three or four times each week for more than a year.  The family
lived in a series of small studio apartments, never living in one place for
very long, and for a while they lived with Holly's grandmother.  Most of
their apartments offered no privacy except in the bathroom, and Holly spent
hours bending over the toilet while her stepfather raped her from behind,
so her mother wouldn't see them if she came home earlier than usual.  In
one studio apartment, Holly's bed was in a loft directly above her parents'
bed, and her stepfather frequently came up and slipped into her bed after
her mother was asleep.  He raped her with his hand over her mouth so she
wouldn't make noises that would wake her mother,

   When Holly finally got up the courage to tell her mother what was going
on -- which was hard, because her stepfather had told her NEVER to tell
anyone, it was their little secret -- her mother didn't believe her. 
Laurelei was so concerned with keeping her marriage intact, she was willing
to look the other way while her husband had sex with her 13-year-old
daughter.  Holly got her first movie role that same year, playing the
daughter of Don Johnson and Susan Sarandon in the 1986 movie "Sweet Hearts
Dance," and the melancholy and sadness she brought to her performance were
the result having to go home from the set every day and spread her legs so
her father could rape her every night.  The family lived in a Hollywood
apartment while the movie was shooting, and Holly's stepfather was excited
about her working with big stars -- he made her tell him about them all the
time he was screwing her.

   CHAPTER 2: "Picket Fences"

   Holly finally escaped her stepfather's molestation in 1991 when she got
her big break, being cast as the insightful daughter in the critically
acclaimed drama "Picket Fences." The audition took place in New York, but
Lauralei and Holly moved to a small house in Hollywood just before
production began.  Holly's stepfather stayed in New York, and Holly could
finally start to recover from the years of abuse he inflicted on her. 
"Picket Fences" ran for four seasons, and Holly did some TV movies between
seasons, playing the daughter of a murdered heiress in the fact-based
"Daughters," killer Diane Zamora in "Love's Deadly Triangle: The Texas
Cadet Murder," and a rape victim in "Sins of Silence." This last role won
Holly some critical acclaim for the "searing truth" of her performance, and
for her radiant look of triumph at the end of the movie.  She drew on her
years of suppressed rage at her stepfather in playing the rape victim, and
her new freedom from being molested made it easy to look triumphant in the
final scenes of the movie.

   In 1993, Holly realized something was missing in her life -- sex.  After
the years of humiliating degradation by her father, and then by her
stepfather, she never thought she would want to have sex ever again, and
the first year of working on "Picket Fences" kept her so busy, she hardly
had time to think of other things.  But during her hiatus after the first
season wrapped, she met Bryan Smith through a mutual friend.  Holly was
surprised to find herself attracted to him sexually, She fought her body's
feelings for three months, but then she slept with him, and his kindness
and gentle manner won her over.  Only eight days afterward, the couple
eloped to Las Vegas.  Shooting of the second season of "Picket Fences"
brought them back to Hollywood, and for almost a year Holly was supremely
happy in every way.  Bryan was an inventive lover, and her work on the
series was getting good reviews from the critics.  But then Holly started
to feel like something was missing in her marriage.  She had always thought
marriage would finally make her feel complete, fully grown and mature, a
woman ready to face all that life had in store for her.  But her marriage
to Bryan, she slowly realized, was lacking something.

   After six months of marriage, Holly began to understand what was missing
-- the force.  With her father, and later with her stepfather, having sex
had not been a choice Holly was allowed to make.  When her stepfather told
her to bend over the toilet so could rape her, she never even thought about
disobeying -- he was her stepfather, and she trusted him.  The same thing
was true with her father, maybe even stronger because she was younger when
he started to molest her.  A girl does what her father tells her -- that's
just understood.  But now Holly came to understand that these men had used
FORCE to coerce her into submitting to them.  The force was almost entirely
mental -- only once or twice did she remember one of the men actually
forcing her physically -- but the force was there, in the room with her
every time she submitted to them.  Every time she spread her legs or let
them suck her budding breasts, she was submitting to their will, and that
was forced sex -- which is what she was missing in her marriage.  Bryan was
kind and gentle and considerate -- and that was NOT what Holly needed in a
sexual partner.  She had been conditioned through years of forced sex to
submit without protest -- to just lay down and spread her legs and pretend
she enjoyed what the men did to her.  When Bryan wanted to talk about sex
-- what did she like, what did she want him to do, how did she feel -- it
was a huge turnoff for Holly.  The very qualities that made Bryan a
wonderful husband and lover were killing Holly's sexual pleasure, and their
intercourse became lifeless and dull.  After four years, Holly couldn't
stand it any longer, and she asked for a divorce.  "Picket Fences" ended
its four-year run around the time that Holly's divorce became final.

   CHAPTER 3: Holly's Movie Appearances

   Holly had made several theatrical features before she started on the
series, including New York Stories" and her first big movie, "Born on the
Fourth of July," in 1989.  She was a 16-year-old girl making a movie with
Tom Cruise!  Tom was so nice to her, helping her with her dialog, and it
would have been perfect if her stepfather hadn't made the trip to Hollywood
with her.  He ruined every day by taking Holly in the bathroom when she got
home and making her bend over the toilet.  There was plenty of room in the
apartment he had rented, but he enjoyed raping Holly in the bathroom as he
had in their small apartments in New York.  He raped her every night while
he made her talk about Tom, and Holly felt hot tears of embarrassment
running down her cheeks as her body jerked with each thrust of the cock in
her pussy.  The whole joyful experience of making the movie turned sour and
became soiled when she had to tell her stepfather about it at the same time
he was fucking her.  One day on the set, after filming was completed for
the day, Tom invited her to join him for dinner, but Holly was terrified
that it might lead to something more -- and Tom might be able to tell that
she was getting raped every night.  She declined tearfully, then went home
and bent over the toilet and submitted to her stepfather's abuse while she
told him how great it was to work with Tom Cruise.

   Holly made three movies in 1992: "Dr.  Giggles," "Simple Men," and
"Chain of Desire." In this last movie, she was cast as a hot dancer named
Diana who wanted a man to deflower her -- but then discovered he was gay.
Holly's costumes were skimpy and revealing, and she found that she enjoyed
displaying her body -- for the first time in her life.  Her stepfather's
cruel criticism of her body had done permanent damage to Holly's self-image
when she was in her teens, but now she began to shake off what he had told
her.  She had left him behind in New York when she came to Hollywood to
work on "Picket Fences," and his years of abusing her were starting to fade
in her memory.

   Holly emerged even more from the shadow of her poor self-image when she
made "A Reason to Believe" in 1995.  She was cast as a college girl who has
sex with her boyfriend while another young man watches, then gets raped by
the other man after she passes out from drinking too much.  It would be the
first time Holly did a topless scene, and she was petrified at the thought
of taking off her sweater in front of the other actors and the crew.  But
everybody of the set was understanding and nice about it, and it went very
well for Holly -- up to a point.  The preliminary shots went well, and then
it was time for Holly to get on her knees in front of the actor playing her
boyfriend, between his legs, and give him a blowjob while his friend
watched.  Holly unzipped his pants and exposed the lifelike dildo that
would be used for the scene.  She opened a condom with her teeth, glancing
up at the other man and smiling a little, then rolled the condom down over
the dildo and began to suck it while the actor mimed sexual excitement. 
But the director wasn't happy with the shot, and they did three more takes,
and then the director took Holly aside.  He spoke to her quietly, telling
her the dildo just didn't look realistic -- and asked her if she would be
willing to perform an actual blowjob on the actor.  The director told her
he would position the camera so no one could see what was really going on,
and apologized for having to ask her to do this.  The scene just didn't
have the realistic quality he wanted, and he asked Holly to help him make
it better.

   Holly was a little upset at being asked to do this -- but she was also
flattered that the director was taking so much time to work with her and
ask for her help.  Most of her time shooting movies was so boring --
waiting for lighting setups and cameras being moved -- and it made her feel
important to be asked to contribute to the movie.  She really wanted to
please the director -- but Holly didn't realize that her feelings arose
from the abuse her father and stepfather had inflicted on her.  She grew up
trying to please men with her body, and now she was being asked to do it
again.  Her father and stepfather had never asked her anything -- they just
told her what to do to get them to cum, and when they finished with her,
they pushed her aside until the next time.  She was left with strong
feelings of inadequacy and kept working harder and harder to please them --
but she never could, because her rapists were only interested in her body
and their own pleasures.  They didn't care what she thought or felt -- as
long as her body was available, her mouth and her pussy always ready to
accept their erect cocks.  Now Holly was being asked by a man to use her
body, and it was very natural for her to say yes.  She had been conditioned
to do what men told her, and she found it easy to obey.

   What Holly didn't realize was that the director was taking advantage of
her, the same way her father and stepfather did -- he was abusing her for
the sake of his own satisfaction, and nothing mattered to him except his
movie.  He had no problem phrasing his request so it sounded like he was
asking Holly to help him out -- he knew every young actress had a slutty
little whore hiding deep down inside her, begging to get out, and it was
easy to give her the chance.  He grinned to himself when Holly got down on
her knees for the next take, and he saw the actor looking at him and trying
not to grin.  The director had told the actor what he said to Holly, and
told him to take every opportunity to make it difficult for her.  Both men
enjoyed watching girls in uncomfortable and humiliating situations, and
here was a really good one -- a cute little slut all set to open her mouth
and pretend she enjoyed sucking a man's cock.  And then she was going to
take off her sweater and let him play with her tits -- perfect!

   The director found a lot of reasons to do retake after retake on each
scene on the blowjob sequence, and the actor playing Holly's boyfriend
found that his biggest problem was to avoid cumming in her warm, wet mouth.
She was sucking him through a condom, but she had been taught how to suck a
cock, and she was proving it.  The blowjob was not supposed to end with
ejaculation, since the script called for Holly to take of her sweater as a
prelude to having intercourse with her boyfriend.  But on the last take,
Holly moved her tongue over the cock with a lot of friction, and the actor
couldn't hold out any longer -- he ejaculated in Holly's mouth.  The condom
caught his semen, and then the director called "cut" -- but he had arranged
for the cameraman to keep rolling, so the camera recorded what happened
next -- Holly raised her head, smiled at her "boyfriend," and carefully
removed the used condom from his cock.  She did it without losing any
sperm, and then, when everyone expected her to toss it aside, Holly decided
to prove to she was a little hottie.  Still on her knees between the
actor's legs, she raised the condom above her head, inverted it, and slowly
squeezed the top, working the thick semen lower and lower.  She opened her
mouth as the cum started to ooze out of the condom, and she caught it all
in her mouth.  She made sure every drop of the warm fluid was squeezed out
of the condom, then draped it around her neck as she looked at the
director. She swallowed the sperm in three gulps, then wiped a little of it
off her chin and swallowed that, too.

   The entire crew applauded, and Holly's face flushed a deep red as she
stood up and took a little bow.  Moving right along, they started to shoot
Holly's topless scene, and when the camera was rolling, the actor reached
for her sweater and pawed her breasts through the fabric.  Holly pushed his
hands aside -- and stripped the sweater over her head, letting her breasts
fall out.  There was no sag at all, and the actor put his hands on her tits
eagerly.  Holly covered his hands with her own, smiling as he squeezed her
tits, and they continued for a few moments until the director called "cut."
Of course the director needed a LOT of retakes for this scene, too.  Most
of the crew had sneaked still cameras onto the set, and pictures of Holly
topless started to spread.  The internet was just getting started in 1995,
but within a few years, pictures of Holly's bare breasts were all over the
web.  She never thought about one short scene like that generating as many
as ten still pictures of her taking off her sweater, and she was mortified
when her friends told her about seeing the pictures.  She hired a lawyer to
try to get her topless pictures removed from the websites, but all her
efforts failed.

   CHAPTER 4: Holly's Audition for "Charmed"

   Holly was with her friend Shannen Doherty when she saw the pilot script
for "Charmed" on the back seat of Shannen's car, and said she wanted to
take part in the audition.  When they did, Holly auditioned for the role of
Pru and Shannen for Piper, but executive producers Aaron Spelling and E. 
Duke Vincent weren't sure they were right for the roles.  The men invited
the girls to Spelling's mansion in Beverly Hills for more discussions, and
when Holly and Shannen arrived, they were taken into a large room that the
butler called the library, but it had a lot besides books in there -- a
pool table, some full-size arcade games, and a huge flat-screen TV mounted
on the wall.  The men came in, laughing, and greeted the girls with kisses
-- on the mouth, not the usual Hollywood pecks on the cheek.  This made
Holly nervous, but this show would be a huge break for her, so she just
smiled and sat down with Shannen.  Spelling told the girls he thought they
should switch roles because they didn't fit the roles they had auditioned
for.  He asked them to read two scenes, with Holly as Piper and Shannen as
Prue, and when they finished, he said that was it -- they had the parts if
they wanted them.  Holly hugged Shannen and both girls thanked Spelling,
then got up to go -- but Vincent was standing in front of the closed door,
blocking it.  He had a mean grin on his face, and the girls stopped. 
Vincent came over to them and turned them around so they were facing
Spelling -- then put his arms around their waists.  Both girls are tiny --
Holly is 5 feet 2 and Shannen is 5 feet 4 -- and Vincent easily lifted them
off their feet and carried them over to the large sofa where Spelling was
sitting.  Still holding them off the floor, he asked Spelling, "Which one
do you want to start with, Aaron?" Spelling grinned and pointed at Holly,
and Vincent tossed her onto the sofa so she landed next to Spelling.  He
put his arm around her and looked up at Vincent, who had set Shannen down
on her feet and had one arm around her waist.  "Duke, tell the girls what
happens next."

   Vincent looked down at Shannen, but spoke to both girls.  "You just got
cast in An Aaron Spelling Production." They could hear the capital letters
in his voice.  "A lot of young actresses would do almost anything to be
where you are right now.  So we thought you might want to show us how much
you appreciate what we're doing for your careers." He leaned down and
kissed Shannen, forcing his tongue into her mouth.  Spelling did the same
thing to Holly, and she could smell his foul breath as he slobbered all
over her face.  She started to struggle -- but then something clicked, and
she stopped trying to push him away.  The years of abuse from her father
and stepfather had conditioned Holly better than brainwashing.  In her
mind, her body was nothing but a fucktoy for men to use, and after they
used her, they gave her things.  So she put her arms around Spelling and
kissed him with a lot of tongue, glancing over at Shannen and seeing her
doing the same thing with Vincent as he walked her over to the sofa.  He
sat down beside Spelling and spoke to both girls.  "Let's see if you little
sluts are any good at cocksucking." Holly slid down off the sofa onto her
knees between Spelling's open legs, and Shannen did the same with Vincent.
The girls opened the men's pants and took out their cocks, but as they
started to suck, both men slapped them hard.  Holly looked up angrily, and
Spelling told her, "Only with your mouth, bitch -- put your hands on the
floor in front of you.  I don't want any part of your worthless body
touching me except your mouth.  That goes for both of you."

   The girls obediently put their hands on the carpet and took the cocks in
their mouths and started to suck.  The men told them to take off their
clothes, but when Shannen let Vincent's cock fall out of her mouth as she
leaned back to take off her shirt, Vincent slapped her so hard, she fell
back on the carpet.  He barked at her, "Keep sucking, you stupid slut --
you can strip and suck at the same time." Shannen took his cock in her
mouth, then started to unbutton her shirt.  Holly was wearing a tank top,
and she slid it down to her waist, letting her tits fall out.  She worked
the tube top over her hips and down her legs, then took off her jeans and
thong and pushed everything down around her ankles.  Shannen took off her
shirt -- she wasn't wearing a bra -- and unfastened her jeans and slid them
down.  The girls took off their sneakers and socks, and they were naked. 
The men held them by the ears and moved their heads, forcing them down on
their cocks and laughing when the girls gagged on the cock meat.  Neither
man had a big cock, but Spelling's was smaller than Vincent's, only about
five inches long.  Vincent's erect penis was about six inches long, and
Shannen easily took the whole length of it in her mouth, burying her lips
in his pubic hair as she sucked.  Holly was doing the same with Spelling,
and the old man gasped each time her lips kissed his pubic hair.  Holly
sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in as she tried to get him
to cum as fast as she could.  Shannen was working hard to make Vincent cum,
too, making loud slurping sounds as she deep-throated his small cock.

   But the men didn't want to cum just yet, and they shoved the girls'
heads back so their cocks slid out of the wet mouths.  Vincent told them
harshly, "Switch." Shannen moved on her knees over to Spelling, while Holly
took her place between Vincent's legs, and both girls started to suck
again, only touching the cocks with their mouths.  Holly hoped she could
get Vincent to cum quickly, figuring that would end this sick little party,
and she knew Shannen was trying to do the same thing with Spelling.  For a
while, the only sounds in the room were the wet slurping sounds of the
girls sucking the men's cocks, and the men grunting a little.  Holly felt
Vincent's cock stiffen, and she moved her head faster, trying to get him to
cum, but he shoved her head off his throbbing cock and managed to avoid
cumming.  He looked at Holly and grinned.  "You're a good little
cocksucker, angel." He looked at Shannen, whose head had been pushed back
by Spelling.  "You, too -- you both suck like little whores.  Let's see if
you like it both ways -- stand up and kiss each other." Holly obeyed, and
took Shannen in her arms and kissed her.  Shannen opened her mouth and
tongue-kissed Holly, running her hands over Holly's breasts.  Holly put her
hand between Shannen's legs and touched her slit, making Shannen gasp a
little, and the two girls held each other and gyrated back and forth.  The
men were rubbing their cocks, enjoying the two little sluts working so hard
to get parts in the TV series.  Spelling and Vincent had done this same
thing with all the actresses in Spelling's series.  When the parts for
"Beverly Hills 90210" were being cast, they tried to get Shannen to come
over for an audition, but she was out of town, so they had a session with
Jennie Garth and Gabrielle Carteris -- and both little whores got the parts
they wanted.  When "Melrose Place" was in the casting phase, the two men
had a party with Heather Locklear, Daphne Zuniga, Courtney Thorne-Smith,
and Laura Leighton, with two girls working on each man.  All four girls got
parts in the series.

   Now Vincent told the girls to come to the sofa.  He told Shannen to
squat over him and take his cock in her pussy.  He motioned Holly over to
Spelling, and both girls squatted and lowered their bodies until the men's
cocks penetrated their slits.  They sat down on the cocks, then started to
raise and lower their bodies.  "You do the work," Vincent told the girls,
and he and Spelling just sat there motionless while the girls fucked
themselves on their erect cocks.  The men made it as difficult as they
could for the girls, thinking about other things so they kept losing their
erections, making the girls work even more to get them hard again.  Holly
was sweating heavily, and Shannen had perspiration running down between her
breasts as she worked on Vincent's cock.  Both men had their hands on the
girls' tits, pinching their nipples and mauling the soft flesh of their
boobs, squeezing hard enough to make the girls grunt in pain.  Spelling
liked to take Holly's nipples in his fingers and pull them straight out,
distending her breasts so painfully that tears came to her eyes.  Vincent
enjoyed digging his fingernails into Shannen's erect nipples, making her
yelp with pain.  Like Holly, she had tears of pain in her eyes, but both
girls were trying to smile like they enjoyed this -- anything to get it
over with.

   Finally Spelling was ready to cum, and he shoved Holly off his cock. 
"Suck it, bitch, suck suck suck!" Holly got down on her knees quickly and
took his erection in her mouth just as he ejaculated.  Her mouth filled
with his sperm, and she swallowed it as he spurted twice more.  The old man
was 75, and his semen was watery and thin, There wasn't much force in his
ejaculation, but Holly moaned like the sluttiest little whore in Hollywood,
wanting him to think she was impressed with his sexual prowess.  She let a
little of his sperm run down her chin so she could scoop it up into her
mouth with her finger and swallow it.  As Holly was finishing with
Spelling, Shannen suddenly got off Vincent's cock and got down on her
knees, taking his erection in her mouth in time to catch his ejaculation.
He was ten years younger than Spelling and in better shape, and he exploded
in Shannen's mouth.  Making her gag on his sperm -- there was so much of
it! She swallowed again and again, but some of the warm semen ran down her
chin and dripped onto her breasts.  She scooped it up with her fingers,
then licked them and swallowed all of his cum.

   The girls stood up, thinking they were done, but Spelling had one more
humiliation for them.  He took two dinner plates from a shelf and put them
on the pool table, then told the girls to get up on the table.  Shannen
looked at Holly, but neither of them could figure out what in the world was
going on, so they climbed up on the pool table.  They were still naked, and
they stood there covering their nakedness with their arms over their
breasts and cunts.  Spelling and Vincent were on the sofa, and Spelling
told the girls what he wanted.  "Now that you've got the parts on the new
show, I want you to show me how grateful you are.  I want you to do
something to prove how grateful you are." The girls looked at him, waiting,
and then he told them, "I want each of you to squat over one of those
plates and shit on it, then bring the plates over here to me." Holly
frowned, and Shannen shook her head, but neither girl said anything.  This
series was the biggest break either of them ever got, and they didn't want
to throw it away.  All he was telling them to do was to shit on a plate. 
The girls looked at each other for a moment, then they both squatted down
with their asses over the plates.  They were facing the men on the sofa, so
Spelling and Vincent had a good view of their faces as they started to
strain.  Holly gritted her teeth and pushed, and a loud fart came out of
her asshole.  Her face turned bright red with embarrassment, and the men
roared with laughter.  Shannen didn't look at Holly, knowing her friend was
mortified -- she just strained herself, and a short brown turd slid out of
her asshole and plopped down on the plate.  As she pushed again, she farted
even louder than Holly, and again the men laughed at her.  Both girls made
more pooping sounds as they passed more gas, but Holly was still having
trouble getting anything to come out.  She strained hard, and a sloppy fart
came out of her ass, then a long dark brown turd slid onto the plate. 
Holly's ass made more slurping sounds as she shitted out another turd, and
Shannen produced three more small turds along with her own farts.  She
could smell her own shit now, and she knew Holly could smell it, too.  She
had eaten cabbage for dinner the night before, and her shit smelled so
sharp and ripe.  She closed her eyes in embarrassment as she strained one
more time, pushing a light brown turd out of her ass onto the plate with a
long wet fart sound.  Holly strained hard, sweat dripping off her face as
she worked to get more shit out of her bowels onto the plate, and finally
two more big brown turds plopped out of her anus.  She was panting when she
finished, and Spelling told her and Shannen they could get down off the
table.

   Standing beside the table, Holly asked for some toilet paper to wipe
herself, and Vincent laughed.  He gestured at a newspaper on the coffee
table.  "That's good enough for sluts like you," he told her, grinning
meanly.  Holly glared at him, but she didn't want to walk around without
wiping, so she picked up the newspaper and tore off some strips, then tore
them into smaller pieces.  Shannen did the same, and both girls turned
their backs to the men while they cleaned themselves.  They could hear the
men laughing and talking about their bodies, and both girls had tears in
their eyes.  This was the most humiliating thing they had ever had to do,
and they couldn't believe this was how actresses got into good series on
TV. They dropped the dirty newspaper pieces into a wastebasket, then turned
to face the two men.  Spelling grinned at her and said, "Just one more
little thing, girls...  we want to see you eat shit.  Take each other's
plate and go to it." He tossed two cheap white plastic spoons over to her.

   Shannen was staring at Spelling, not believing what he had just said. 
She had done some degrading things to get parts in Hollywood, but this was
the worst.  She looked at Holly, and saw she had lowered her head in shame
and humiliation.  She was crying quietly, and Shannen felt like she should
help her.  Shannen was three years older than Holly, and she felt
protective of her, like a younger sister.  She took Holly's hand and they
walked to the table, and Shannen picked up the plate with Holly's shit on
it.  Holly hesitated, then picked up Shannen's plate.  She handed Shannen
one of the plastic spoons.  Spelling told them to come over and stand in
front of the sofa, and the girls obeyed.  They stood there naked in front
of the two men, holding the two plates of foul-smelling shit, hoping
something would happen to get them out of this nightmare, but the men just
sat there staring at them.  Finally Shannen lifted her plate and used her
spoon to cut a tiny piece off one of Holly's turds.  She tried to put it in
her mouth, but she just couldn't.  She started crying, and she felt Holly
leaning against her, trying to give her support, their arms and legs
touching.  Holly cut off a little piece of Shannen's feces and held it for
a moment, then put the spoon in her mouth.  Her face contorted with
revulsion and her lips twisted as she tried to swallow the shit, fighting
the urge to spit it out.  Finally she got it down, and took a deep breath
and looked at the two bastards on the sofa.  Spelling said, "Good girl! 
Now you, Shannen -- eat some of Holly's shit.  You know you want to."

   Shannen closed her eyes and stuck the spoon in her mouth, quickly
swallowing the shit while her stomach heaved.  She breathed quickly, almost
panting as she tried to control the urge to vomit.  Her stomach was
lurching heavily, but after a minute she got it under control.  She glanced
at Holly and saw she was taking another small piece of shit into her mouth.
Shannen did the same, and both girls swallowed at the same time.  Spelling
told them harshly, "That's enough little pieces -- let's see you take a
nice big spoonful." Shannen glared at him, but she knew her career would be
over if she lost a part on an Aaron Spelling series.  She looked at Holly
again, and Holly gave her a tiny smile of encouragement.  Each girl took a
full spoonful of shit and brought it to her open mouth, then quickly ate it
and swallowed as fast as she could.  The taste was as bad as the smell --
horrible -- and their lips twisted with distaste and disgust.  Holly bent
down and set her plate on the floor, and Shannen followed her lead.  "Can
we go now?" Holly asked without looking at the men, wiping tears out of her
eyes.  Spelling told her to get out, and she and Shannen quickly put on
their clothes and left the house.

   CHAPTER 5: Flashing and a Sex Party

   Holly's eight years on "Charmed" were the best years of her life, with a
few exceptions.  She got along great with Shannen and Alyssa, and the crew
was the best in television.  Spelling and Vincent spent very little time on
the set, which was just fine with Holly and Shannen after their humiliating
treatment at their auditions.  Holly's divorce became final in 1997, about
a year before she started working on "Charmed," and for a while she was OK
without a regular boyfriend -- but all the years of abuse by her father and
stepfather had conditioned her body for regular sex, and when she didn't
get it, she became irritable and moody.  It took a long time for her to
realize why she was having these feelings -- for years, she put it down to
PMS or just a bad mood -- but talking to Shannen about sex helped Holly to
understand the effects that early abuse had on her young body.  She had
been forced into sex before she even reached puberty, and it scarred her
emotionally -- but it also left her with physical conditioning that
translated into a yearning, a need to be sexually stimulated, and nothing
but sex would satisfy that need.  Shannen told Holly she felt the same
yearnings, from her years of abuse -- and the two girls decided to do
something about it.  In the first year of the series, they started trying
to outdo each other with "accidental" flashing on the set.  Their costumes
were skimpy and slutty, but Shannen took that one step further by showing
up without wearing a thong for some scenes -- and then she managed to sit
or fall down with her legs apart a little, so the camera got a momentary
glimpse of her slit.  Holly saw what she was doing, and tried to get her
own cunt caught on film as much as she could.  Alyssa soon realized what
was happening, but she didn't get involved in it -- she preferred to flash
her tits at autograph sessions and publicity parties.

   Three little flashes of Holly's pussy ended up getting past the censors
that first year, and she won the contest -- Shannen only got two of her
flashes into the final versions of the episodes.  Both girls were also
trying to show their nipples through their shirts or blouses, but that was
easier for Shannen because her wardrobe was much skimpier and sluttier than
Holly's was.  Shannen always rubbed and pinched her nipples just before a
scene started filming, and she wore very sheer bras -- or sometimes no bra
-- and tried to stick her chest out so her nipples would be noticeable
against the material of her shirt or blouse.  Holly was considered to have
a weight problem, though nobody on the wardrobe staff said anything to her,
and almost all her costumes were loose or baggy or both, so it was hard for
her to act as slutty as Shannen did with her breasts.  The flashing was
fun, but both girls wanted more, and at the end of the first year on the
series, they decided to do something about it.  Holly's marriage had ended
two years ago, and her body was tormenting her -- she needed sex.  Shannen
just wanted to get laid, so the two girls set up a sex party with some of
the men on the crew.  They did it in Shannen's dressing room at the studio,
after shooting was ended for the day, and they invited four good-looking
men that worked on the crew.

   Everybody knew each other, so the girls didn't waste time acting coy --
they stripped, knowing the men wanted to see them naked after working so
long on the set and seeing them every day.  The men ranged from age 21 to
55, and they all watched raptly while the girls took off their clothes. 
When they were naked, Shannen took Holly in her arms and kissed her,
caressing her back and arms, and Holly returned the kiss with some heat. 
The men didn't need any more foreplay than that -- they all had huge
erections, and each girl took two men and got on her knees in front of
them. Each man received a long, intense blowjob, with each girl alternating
between her two men until all four of them were getting close to
ejaculating.  But Shannen and Holly were very good cocksuckers -- they knew
how to slow down just a little, letting the erection subside slightly, then
starting again very slowly, kissing the head of the cock, licking the man's
balls gently, squeezing his balls while she took the length of his cock in
her mouth.  Both girls knew how to deep-throat a cock, and each man had the
electric feeling of the girl's lips kissing his pubic hair as she took all
of his erection in her mouth, the head of the cock going down her throat a
little, making her throat bulge as the cock meat invaded her very deeply.
The girls looked up at the men while they sucked, making eye contact and
heating up the blowjobs until all four cocks were all throbbing heavily. 
The girls were on their knees side by side as they sucked the cocks, and
they caressed each other's breasts while they sucked, getting the men even
more excited.

   But before any of the men got to the point of ejaculation, the girls
stopped sucking.  The kissed the cocks, their eyes shining as they looked
up at the men, and then they lay down on the floor side by side, spread
their legs and lifted them in the air, and asked the men to screw them as
many times as they could.  The two quickest men got down between the girls'
legs and stuck their cocks in the girls' wet pussies, and the fucking
began. The men took turns, all of them fucking both girls several times in
rotation while the girls moaned and begged for more.  Shannen held Holly's
hand and the girls' bodies jerked in rhythm as the men thrust into them. 
Holly thought her cunt had NEVER been as wet as this -- it had been so long
since she had sex, her vagina was lubricating like mad, and she loved the
feeling of the cocks sliding in and out of her cunt.  She could smell her
own pussy -- that spicy, salty odor that comes out of a girl's snatch when
she's getting a good fucking.  She looked at Shannen, and Shannen grinned a
little, and Holly knew Shannen could smell her, too, and it made her melt a
little inside, sharing her special odor with her best friend.  Then she
caught the musky odor of Shannen's pussy, a different smell than her own
cunt, and she grinned at Shannen, and they held hands even tighter as they
enjoyed smelling each other's genitals.

   The men had been screwing the girls for almost an hour when the door to
the dressing room suddenly opened, and Aaron Spelling and E.  Duke Vincent
walked in.  The four men on the crew scrambled to get dressed, but Spelling
told them to sit down.  The crew guys were trying to apologize, knowing
these men could get them fired with a wave of the hand, but Spelling and
Vincent were smiling.  Holly and Shannen were still laying on the floor,
totally naked, their thighs wet with vaginal secretions and precum.  Holly
was mortified, and it was even worse that it was these two bastards that
had walked in on them.  After the humiliation of the audition at Spelling's
house, Holly and Shannen had avoided him and Vincent all they could, but
now it was impossible to ignore them.  Spelling was standing at the girls'
feet, looking down at their nakedness, and both girls covered themselves
with their arms.  Spelling laughed, and sat down beside Vincent on the
sofa. The crew men were standing against the wall holding their clothes in
front of them, just hoping to get out of there with their jobs.  Vincent
gestured at the men, and told them to put down their clothes.  "We don't
want you to leave, guys -- we just want to watch the fun.  Anybody got a
problem with that?" He grinned at Holly and Shannen, then waved the four
men forward.  "Go to it, guys -- let's see how much the little sluts can
take."

   Holly felt the hot tears on her cheeks before she realized she was
crying.  She couldn't believe how mean these men were, mean and cruel. 
Sure, her father and her stepfather had raped her -- but she had always
felt, deep down, that they loved her, or at least they didn't hate her. 
They didn't try to hurt her when they fucked her -- they did it for their
own pleasure, but she believed they thought she liked it, too.  With these
two assholes, Spelling and Vincent, there was no love -- just cruelty. 
They wanted to see her and Shannen degraded and humiliated, first at the
audition and now here.  Spelling was staring at Holly intensely, his beady
little eyes focusing on her breasts and her pussy, and Holly could feel the
revulsion rising inside her, making her stomach heave like she was about to
vomit.  The bastard liked humiliating girls even more than he liked fucking
them, and Holly felt like a piece of meat as his eyes roamed over her naked
body.  She glanced at Shannen and saw she was crying, too, and Holly
gripped her hand tighter.

   Two of the guys were coming back over to the girls now, with expressions
of apology on their faces, and Holly knew they didn't want to do what
Spelling and Vincent were forcing them to do, but their jobs were on the
line, and she didn't blame the guys at all.  She tried to smile at her
fucker as he mounted her, and she could see that Shannen was spreading her
legs, inviting her fucker to penetrate her because none of them had a
choice.  They were all on display for these two assholes, and the best
thing was just o get it over with.  Holly gritted her teeth as she was
penetrated, feeling more tears streaming down her cheeks.  It seemed to
hurt now, the cock inside her body -- before, she had loved the way it
filled her vagina, but now it hurt each time her fucker thrust into her. 
She could tell he was trying to be gentle, but with those two slimy
bastards watching her, all she could feel was the pain between her legs. 
Being part of this perverted display made her feel sick, and she could see
the sour expression on Shannen's face and knew she felt the same way.  In a
few minutes, Spelling told the men to switch, and Shannen's fucker took his
cock out of her pussy and got down between Holly's open legs while her
fucker went to Shannen.  There was no warmth to any of it, and the guy
apologized to Holly as he slid his cock into her snatch.  She nodded to
him, knowing he wasn't the one to blame here.  After a few minutes like
this, Vincent told the other two guys to take a turn, and the girls had to
submit to two more men.  They also switched girls a little later, on
Spelling's command, and Holly just kept wishing it would end.

   CHAPTER 6: Degradation

   But the men wanted to see the girls degraded even more.  They told the
guys to get off the girls, then to lay down on the floor on their backs. 
Shannen and Holly were told to squat over the erect cocks and take them in
their asses.  The girls obeyed, both of them gasping in pain as they took
the guys' cock in their tight little assholes.  When both girls were fully
penetrated, Spelling told them to lay back and spread their legs so the
other two guys could mount them from the front.  Holly had never had a
double penetration, and she didn't want it now -- but what could she do? 
She angrily wiped the tears from her cheeks as she lay back and opened her
legs so one of the other guys could mount her, and Shannen's leg touched
hers as the girls spread themselves open.  Now each girl had two cocks
inside her, and Vincent yelled loudly, "Ride `em, cowboys!  Let's see some
action!" The four guys were trying to go as slow as possible, knowing they
could damage the girls inside, but they had to do some thrusting, and Holly
grunted in pain each time the cock in her ass was forced through her anal
sphincter.  She tried to relax her anus and accept the cock meat inside
her, but the pain was persistent and raw, like a toothache.  She could hear
Shannen grunting quietly beside her, and she knew her asshole was getting
sore, too.  The fucking went on for about ten minutes before Spelling told
the guys to switch -- he wanted the guys on top to switch girls while the
other guys kept their cocks in the girls' asses.  Shannen and Holly had to
endure several minutes of laying there with cocks in their assholes while
the guys were switching, and Spelling told them to wait so he could stare
at the girls for a while before their cunts were again filled with cocks.
Holly felt completely exposed and vulnerable, laying there naked with a
stiff cock up her ass and her legs spread so everybody could see her gaping
cunt on display, oozing vaginal secretions and precum down her thighs.  She
knew Shannen felt just as violated as she did, but they were trapped like
animals, and all they could do was lay there with tears of humiliation in
their eyes as the two old men looked at their bare bodies.  Finally
Spelling told the two guys to mount them, and the girls had to endure
another session of trying to accommodate two cocks at the same time.  They
were sore and aching when Vincent finally told the guys they could stop
screwing the girls.  None of the guys had ejaculated yet, and Spelling had
a gross, filthy plan for the final part of the evening.

   He told the girls to get up on the coffee table, on their hands and
knees, so two of the guys could mount them from behind.  He told Shannen's
fucker to screw her in the ass while Holly's guy fucked her pussy, and the
other two guys were told to come around in front so the girls could give
them blowjobs while they were being fucked.  Shannen grunted in pain as her
guy forced his cock up her ass, and Holly felt her fucker penetrate her
cunt and start to thrust into her just as one of the other guys stood in
front of her and offered her his cock.  Shannen took a cock in her mouth,
too, and both girls' bodies began jerking forward and back in rhythm to the
cocks being thrust into them.  After a few minutes, Spelling told the guys
standing behind the girls to switch holes -- which meant Shannen had to
take a cock in her vagina after it had been in her ass.  She knew this
meant she would probably get a vaginal infection, and she pulled her mouth
off the cock she was sucking and turned her head to glare at Spelling. 
Holly kept sucking the guy in front of her as her other fucker pulled out
of her cunt and stuck his cock up her ass, but in a few more minutes, he
switched holes again as ordered by Spelling, and Holly realized she would
have to worry about an infection the same as Shannen.  Her stomach felt
sour and unsteady as she moved her head up and down on the cock in her
mouth.

   Vincent told the two guys getting blowjobs to hold the girl's head and
force it down on his cock -- he wanted to see them gagging on the cocks. 
The guys reluctantly obeyed, not wanting to do this at all, but trapped by
the men's power just like the girls were.  Holly's guy held her by her ears
and pulled her head down onto his cock, and she felt the tip of the cock
touching the back of her throat, and she gagged noisily, coughing and
trying to shake her head, but the guy held her in place.  She didn't have a
chance to deep-throat the cock because it touched her throat before she was
ready.  Shannen's guy took a handful of her hair and jammed her head down
on his cock, and the head of the cock entered her throat.  She knew how to
deep-throat a cock, and she tried to open her throat and swallow, taking
the head of the cock down her throat, but the guy was pushing too hard and
she started to gag.  She coughed and spit explosively, and the men on the
sofa roared with laughter.  Both girls' faces were flushed deep red with
embarrassment and humiliation as the guys kept jamming their cock meat into
their throats.  The guys standing behind the girls never stopped fucking
them, and their thrusts made it even harder to avoid gagging on the cocks
in their mouths.  Holly was drooling as she tried to get control of
herself, and Shannen was still coughing.  Finally the girls were able to
take the cocks down their throats, and the guys grinned as their cocks
disappeared completely in the girls' mouths.  Both girls paused on each
stroke while the cock was at its deepest point, with her lips buried in the
guy's pubic hair as she worked her tongue all over the cock, and the guys
knew they couldn't hold out much longer.

   Spelling told the men standing behind the girls to cum in their asses.
Shannen's fucker was already in her ass, and Holly's guy pulled his cock
out of her pussy and stuck it up her ass.  Spelling told the two other guys
to cum in the girls' mouths, and to make sure they swallowed all the sperm.
The guys thrust into the girls for a few minutes, and then all four of them
ejaculated at almost the same time.  Shannen choked on the gush of semen
that suddenly filled her mouth, but she managed to swallow most of the
thick jism.  Holly gulped down the sperm that spurted into her waiting
mouth, swallowing again and again as the guy held her head against his
groin.  While the girls were still swallowing, the guys behind them gripped
their hips and thrust deeply into their bowels and exploded, filling their
asses with semen.  Shannen's fucker dumped a huge load in her rectum, and
she shivered with pleasure as she felt the warm juice oozing into her body.
Holly took a big load from her fucker, and she felt bloated, like she was
having an enema.  The guys pulled out of the girls' mouths and asses, and
Holly hoped it was over -- but Vincent had one last humiliation for her and
Shannen.  He told them to lay down on the floor, mouth to ass, and suck the
cum out of each other's assholes.

   Shannen glared at him, and Holly glared at both of the men watching her,
but both girls knew they couldn't afford to tell them what they would like
to tell them.  They lay down on the floor in front of the sofa, so the two
men would have a good view, and Holly nestled her head between Shannen's
open thighs as she felt Shannen's face nuzzling her ass crack.  The girls
worked their faces deep into each others' asses, each girl putting her lips
around the other's anus, and then they started to suck.  Holly had licked
her father's ass when she was younger, but she had never sucked anybody's
asshole, and she thought it would be awful -- but then she smelled the
sweet aroma of Shannen's pussy, and she was filled with love for her
friend. She gently kissed Shannen's asshole, then worked her lips up
against her anus and started to suck.  At the same moment, she felt
Shannen's soft lips on her own anus, and Holly had an orgasm as Shannen ran
her tongue around Holly's anal sphincter.  The feeling was so warm and
sweet and intimate, Holly forgot about all the humiliation that had gone
before, and closed her eyes as she luxuriated in the fantastic feeling of
Shannen's lips on her asshole.  Holly felt the suction as Shannen started
to draw the sperm out of her rectum, and another orgasm swept through her
body.  She sucked on Shannen's anus as hard as she could, her cheeks
hollowing as she worked to empty the jism out of her friend's tight little
asshole.  She swallowed a mouthful of sperm mixed with Shannen's feces, and
the taste was so strong, Holly moaned.  The sweet creaminess of the semen
was soured a little by the shit from Shannen's bowels, but the knowledge of
what she was doing was enough to make her cum again.  She mouthed Shannen's
anus, greedily slurping up every drop of the juices that oozed out. 
Shannen was poking her tongue into Holly's asshole, working it past her
anal sphincter into her rectum, and the heavenly feeling sent Holly over
the edge again.  As she orgasmed, her whole body clenched, forcing a gush
of cum and feces out of her ass.  Shannen sucked hard, then swallowed the
scummy mess, keeping her sweet lips against Holly's anus until all the
sperm had emptied out of the girl.

   Holly slowly became aware of her surroundings again, and she realized
Spelling and Vincent were standing over them, The four guys had left as
soon as they could, but the two men were standing there rubbing their
cocks, and Holly realized they were going to masturbate on her and Shannen.
Her lips twisted with disgust, and she felt Shannen's body jerk as she saw
what was happening.  But then it was too late to do anything -- Holly was
caught in the face with a splash of cum from Spelling's cock, and she heard
Shannen gasp as Vincent gave her a faceful of sperm.  The girls kept their
eyes closed while the two men dumped their loads, then wiped their cocks in
the girls' hair.  Spelling gave Holly's breast a little nudge with his
shoe, making her jerk away from him as he laughed.  The two men went out
the door as Vincent said, "Let's keep this our little secret, girls, OK? 
Your jobs aren't worth raising a ruckus.  Besides, we'd just say you
invited us, and you know what people would believe." Holly felt tears in
her eyes as the door closed behind the men.  She and Holly sat up and wiped
the sperm off their faces and bodies as best they could, then held each
other for a long time, their breasts pressed together as they cried and
tried to block out what had happened that night.

   CHAPTER 7: Vaginal Infections

   Both girls got infections in their vaginas right after the party.  Holly
was mortified at the thought of telling her doctor what happened, and she
wanted to just forget about it, but the day after the party her vagina
started to burn and itch.  A visit to her doctor confirmed she had
trichomoniasis, a sexually-transmitted infection caused by a single-cell
parasite.  The symptoms include vaginal itching and pain, with a watery,
foamy, greenish or yellow odorless discharge, and Holly had wiped some
yellowish fluid out of her vagina just before she went to the doctor.  The
doctor told her he could give her antibiotics to cure the disease -- but he
told her she also had bacterial vaginosis.  Holly's face flushed a deep red
and she felt tears in her eyes as the doctor explained the single symptom
-- a thin yellowish discharge that has a unpleasant fishy odor.  The
discharge can be slight to excessive, but the odor is almost always
present, along with vaginal itching and pelvic tenderness.  She had noticed
the smell that morning while she was getting dressed, and now she knew what
caused it.  She couldn't look her doctor in the eye because she was so
ashamed of how she got infected.  He told her the smell wouldn't go away
for about a week, because it would take that long for the medication to do
its work.  Holly's lips twisted with disgust at the thought of trying to
mask that horrible odor for a whole week.  Her pussy smelled like rotten
fish that had been left out in the sun until it decayed, and it made her
stomach heave every time she caught the stench coming from between her
legs. Without looking at the doctor, Holly asked quietly if there was
something she could do about the odor.  She felt hot tears on her cheeks,
and she struggled not to cry.  The doctor told her she could soak a tampon
in white vinegar and insert it while she was getting dressed in the
morning. The vinegar would kill most of the fishy smell in her pussy, but
it would burn for a while until it was absorbed into the walls of her
vagina.  The doctor told her to change the tampon every two hours to avoid
the fishy smell coming back.  He gave her two shots of antibiotics and
three prescriptions, but he said the pain and itching would probably not go
away for several days.

   Holly left the doctor's office and sat in her car and cried.  She had
costume changes that had to be done while she was shooting the series, and
now she would have to try to conceal the smell of her cunt from everybody
on the set.  She was moving her legs as she sat in the car, unconsciously
trying to scratch the itch in her groin area, and finally she looked around
to see if anybody could see her, then unzipped her jeans and put one hand
between her legs and scratched her slit.  She had to put two fingers inside
her pussy and scratch hard before she got any relief, and even then the
itching came back as soon as she stopped.  Now her fingers were all wet and
sticky with cunt slime, and she had to clean herself up before she could
drive.

   Holly called Shannen from her car, and Shannen said her doctor had told
her she had candidiasis, an Infection of the skin or mucous membrane in the
vagina with a strain of bacteria called Candida Albicans.  The infection is
a common inhabitant of the intestinal tract, only becoming a problem when
it multiplies excessively and invades sensitive tissues like those found in
the vagina and fallopian tubes.  The symptoms are itching in the genital
area and the opening to the vagina, pain when urinating, and a thick
odorless vaginal discharge, and Shannen had noticed all three symptoms. 
She told Holly the discharge from her vagina scared her to death, it was so
thick and oily.  It didn't smell bad, but she knew it wasn't right, and she
had a lot of pain when she urinated.  Her doctor told her that growth of
the bacteria is encouraged by the prolonged administration of antibiotics,
so the infection would have to be cured by giving her two series of shots
of a strong antibiotic, directly into the walls of her vagina.  The shots
had to be administered an hour apart, and her vagina would have to remain
open during the time between the shots.  Shannen was crying as she asked
Holly to come and be with her, and Holly drove straight to the doctor's
office.  Shannen was in a treatment room, wearing one of those robes that
are open in the back, and both girls started crying as soon as they saw
each other.  Holly sat beside her and rubbed her back gently while they
both cried, and Holly told Shannen that she had two infections at her
doctor's office, and she just had to take some pills.  Then she told
Shannen about the fishy smell, and what she would have to do to mask the
odor for a week, and Shannen hugged her as they both cried.

   The doctor came in to give Shannen her first shot, and she had to lay
back and put her feet up in the stirrups, like she was having a pelvic
examination.  She asked Holly to stay and hold her hand, and the doctor
lifted the sheet that covered Shannen's legs.  He put his hands between her
legs, and Shannen gripped Holly's hand so hard that it hurt.  The doctor
inserted a speculum and opened it fully, dilating Shannen's vaginal canal
more than she had ever experienced.  It hurt a lot, but the doctor had
explained that this was necessary for the shots to have their full effect.
With the speculum still inside Shannen, he inserted a 12-inch needle
through it, and injected her far up in her vaginal wall, almost at her
cervix.  He made three injections around her cervix at different points in
her vaginal wall, and each one felt like a bee sting.  When he did the
first injection, Shannen screamed and yanked her feet out of the stirrups
and tried to close her legs, but the speculum made it too painful, and she
lay there with her legs spread, sobbing, her face covered with sweat. 
Holly held on to her hand and tried to calm her, but the doctor decided she
might injure herself, so leather restraints were put on her feet and ankles
so she couldn't get out of the stirrups.  Shannen was mewling like a
wounded animal, but there was nothing Holly could do except try to talk to
her quietly.  The second shot was worse than the first, because Shannen
knew what was coming, and her whole body writhed in pain as she received
the injection.  They let her rest a minute, then gave her the third
injection.  Her face was flushed a deep red and her body was covered with
sweat and she was trembling like a leaf in a high wind.

   Shannen asked them to let her get off the table for an hour until the
next round of shots, but the doctor said her vaginal walls needed to stay
stretched so the medication would be absorbed into her bloodstream and
distributed throughout her vaginal area -- so she had to lay there,
strapped into the stirrups with her legs raised and spread open, for a full
hour.  Holly stayed with her and tried her best to keep her calm, but
Shannen was wild-eyed with pain and fear and humiliation.  When it was time
for the final three shots, Shannen couldn't stop crying, and she begged the
doctor to just let her go home.  Holly was crying, too, standing beside the
table so she could put her arms around Shannen and hug her.  The first shot
made Shannen scream again, and she struggled to close her legs as her body
instinctively tried to protect itself and avoid pain in the sensitive area
between her legs.  The second shot brought a string of obscenities pouring
from Shannen's mouth, and her throat was hoarse from all the screaming she
had done.  Finally she received the third shot, and her whole body went
rigid when the sharp pain shot through her midsection.  Then it was over,
and the doctor tried to be gentle as he removed the speculum from Shannen's
distended pussy, but she was sobbing and kept trying to close her legs
instinctively.  He unfastened the restraints so Shannen could get off the
table and get dressed.  She was very unsteady and needed help, and Holly
stayed and held her so she didn't fall down.  Shannen took off the backless
robe and dropped it on the floor, then looked at Holly and held out her
arms.  She needed a hug, and Holly put her arms around the naked girl and
held her tight until the trembling stopped.

   CHAPTER 8: Another Sex Party

   Two weeks passed.  Holly and Shannen got over their infections, and
things seemed to be going well -- until Holly got a phone call from Aaron
Spelling.  She was in her dressing room between scenes, and she asked some
costumers and makeup people to leave as soon as she heard his voice.  There
was an undercurrent of malice that cut right through her, and she knew this
was not going to be good.  The old man told her he really enjoyed watching
her at the sex party, and Holly closed her eyes and gripped the phone so
tight that her knuckles were white.  He told her how much he loved the
expression on her face when he masturbated on her, and Holly's face
contorted with disgust as tears streamed down her cheeks.  What a slimy
bastard!  Why couldn't he just let her do her job and leave her alone?  She
was silent as he described in far too much detail what fun he had watching
her getting fucked by two men at the same time.  He told her he liked the
sounds she made while she was being fucked, and Holly died a little inside.
It was like this horrible old man had put his hand between her legs and
penetrated her and started to move his fingers inside her -- every word he
said made her cringe with disgust and fear, but she was powerless to stop
him.  It was a kind of verbal rape, and Holly felt like she was being
violated just as much as if he was actually finger-fucking her.  She
pressed her thighs together, unconsciously trying to protect her genitals
as Spelling kept talking about the sex party.  Finally he got to the point
-- he wanted her and Shannen to do more parties so he and Vincent could
watch.

   Holly felt her stomach heave at the thought of those two bastards
watching her having sex.  She just wanted to walk away and never see them
again.  But the series was a big hit, and it had been renewed for a second
season, and Holly's career had never been better.  She heard herself
agreeing to set up another sex party, and Spelling told her to do it two
nights later, on Friday, after shooting for the final episode of the season
was complete.  The wrap party for the first season would be held the next
night, Saturday.  Holly found Shannen on the set and told her about the
phone call, but neither girl could think of a way to get out of doing what
Spelling said.  He had told Holly to invite six men this time, and told her
to include at least two black men.  Holly and Shannen talked to some of the
crew that day, not any of the ones that had been at the first party, and
found six that were willing -- make that eager!  -- to come to a party. 
Two of the guys were black, and Holly had seen both of them eyeing her and
Shannen, and each time she felt a little tickle of excitement at the
thought of having sex with them.  She had never done it with a black man,
and she had heard that they all had big cocks, but she didn't know if it
was true -- she just knew that her nipples got hard every time she thought
about it!

   This time they used Shannen's dressing room, which was bigger than
Holly's was.  The girls were there when the guys arrived at 9 PM, and right
after them came Spelling and Vincent.  The guys hadn't known that the two
executive producers of the series would be there, and there were some
awkward moments when they walked in -- but then Vincent made a little
speech.  He grinned at the guys and said, "I know why you're here, fellas,
and all I want to say is, go to it!  These little sluts really like cocks,
and we just want to watch you ream `em out -- especially Artisa and Jamal,"
and he looked at the two black guys.  Then he and Spelling sat down on the
sofa, and Vincent continued, "We asked you guys to drink a lot of water,
and not take a piss for a few hours -- right?" The guys all nodded, and
Shannen looked at Holly with a little frown on her face.  She suspected she
knew where this was headed, and she was right.  Vincent told her and Holly
to take off their clothes, and when they were naked, he told them to get
down on their knees.  Holly realized what was about to happen, and she
glared at Vincent and muttered, "Asshole." Shannen was already on her
knees, and Holly joined her as Vincent motioned the guys to stand in front
of the girls.  He pointed at their pants, and the guys unzipped and took
out their cocks.

   Spelling spoke for the first time since he arrived.  "These girls look
thirsty -- give them a nice warm drink." He and Vincent laughed as Shannen
and Holly's faces clouded with embarrassment and shame.  They were supposed
to drink urine from the guys' cocks, and it was such a dirty and degrading
idea, even the guys hesitated.  But Spelling growled something under his
breath, and two of the guys moved so their cocks were in front of the
girls' mouths.  Shannen looked up at her guy with pleading in her eyes, but
he just shook his head a little -- he was trapped in this, just like she
was.  Holly's guy said "I'm sorry" very softly as he put the head of his
cock against her lips, and with a little groan of disgust, she opened her
mouth and took his cock on her tongue.  Shannen took her guy's cock in her
mouth, but then nothing happened.  Both guys had huge hard-ons, and a guy
can't piss when his cock is fully erect.  Holly knew what the problem was,
and tried to stay perfectly still so the cock in her mouth would soften a
little.  Shannen was motionless, too, and finally the guys' erections
subsided a little.  Holly's guy put his hands on her head and held her in
place as he started to urinate in her mouth.  The first rush of warm piss
made her gag a little, and some of the urine ran down her chin onto her
breasts, but she steeled herself and swallowed, and the flow increased. 
She swallowed again and again as the guy emptied his bladder into her
mouth. Shannen was gulping down her guy's large load of piss, and only a
few drops leaked out and dripped off her chin.  Her guy was holding her by
her ears while he used her mouth like a toilet.

   The men on the sofa watched with fascination as the girls' throats
rippled while they swallowed the warm piss.  The men had bulges in their
pants, and Vincent idly rubbed his cock through his clothing.  They were
talking back and forth, commenting on the girls' bodies and how they looked
drinking warm piss from the guys' cocks, and laughing whenever one of the
girls gagged on the urine.  The guys had drunk so much water earlier, it
took a long time for them to finish pissing down the girls' throats, and
Spelling and Vincent were enjoying every minute of it.  Several times the
guys almost finished, but then their bladders tightened up after being
stretched, and forced more urine into the girls' mouths.  Finally Holly's
guy finished, and she used her fingers to wipe her lips as he pulled his
cock out of her mouth.  Shannen's guy finished a moment later, and she
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she turned her head to glare
at the men on the sofa.  Spelling grinned at her, and she made an angry
"hmpf!" sound.  He made some slurping sounds, imitating the sounds she made
while she was drinking the guy's piss, and Shannen muttered "fucking
asshole" loud enough for Holly to hear.  Holly grinned at her, and they
both ignored the men on the sofa.

   Spelling motioned to the other guys, and two more of them stepped up to
the girls.  But one of them was black, and Spelling told him to wait, to
let the white guys urinate in the girls' mouths first.  When the black guy
gave him a look, Spelling told him it wasn't a discrimination thing -- he
was saving something special for him.  The black guy looked placated as he
stepped back and let the other white guy stand in front of Holly.  This
time Spelling told the guys to stand back a foot or so, and shoot their
piss into the girls' open mouths.  Holly looked at him like he was crazy,
and Shannen glared hard, but then the girls opened their mouths and waited.
The two guys aimed their cocks and strained, and the two streams of warm
piss hit the girls in their faces, making them gasp and squeal.  The guys
moved their streams so they were hitting the girls' mouths, and Shannen and
Holly tried to gulp down the urine, but most of it ran out of their mouths
and down over their breasts into their pubic hair, then soaked into the
carpet.  Shannen knew the smell would be very hard to get rid of, and she
tried to catch as much piss in her mouth as she could, but it didn't help.
Holly had urine all over her now, and both girls were on their knees in
puddles of yellow piss that was already starting to stain the beige carpet.

   CHAPTER 9: Piss Enemas

   The two black guys still had full bladders and needed to pee, but
Spelling had something new in mind for them.  After the two white guys
finished pissing on Shannen and Holly, he told the girls to stand up. 
Shannen winced as her bare feet sank into the wet carpet, and Holly
splashed some urine around as she was standing up.  Spelling told the girls
to face each other and bend forward a little, and to put their arms around
each other.  He told the two black guys to stand behind the girls, and
Shannen was the first to realize what was about to happen.  She looked hard
at Holly, and suddenly Holly knew what it was.  Spelling made it all too
clear: "OK, guys, I want you to give the little sluts a piss enema.  You
know how to do that?  You force your cock up in her asshole, then piss
inside her.  You girls have to hold the piss inside you for ten minutes
before you can go to the bathroom -- and if you don't hold your water, you
get punished.  OK, guys, enjoy yourselves." Holly stared at Shannen with
fear on her face -- she was afraid of what a black cock could do to her
anus and rectum.  Shannen gripped her tight and tried to look reassuring --
but she was afraid, too.  Neither girl had much experience with black
cocks, and they were trembling with fear and embarrassment, bending over,
offering their asses to these two black guys.  Both guys had big cocks, and
Holly was looking forward to having one of them in her pussy -- but her ass
was a whole different idea.
The guys had to be erect to penetrate the girls, and they rubbed their
cocks a little, then held the girls' ass cheeks open and started to
penetrate then, Shannen's guy was first, and her eyes widened as she felt
the enormous head of his cock stretching her anus.  Holly felt the same
thing a moment later, and the girls stared into each other's eyes and held
their breath as the cocks pushed against their anal rings.  Shannen grunted
in pain as her guy forced his cock inside her, and Holly yelped a little as
the head of the cock moved past her anal ring into her rectum.  The guys
held the girls by their hips and worked their cocks into their tight little
asses, then waited for their erections to subside a little.  Shannen
suddenly said "ooooh god!" and Holly knew she was receiving her guy's urine
inside her.  Holly gasped as she felt the warm wetness spreading in her
bowels, and she smiled a little -- it tickled.  The pain of the big cocks
was easier to bear as the girls' colons filled up with piss.  They started
to feel bloated as their bowels swelled up -- the guys were emptying their
bladders, and the girls started to feel some pain as their intestines got

distended by the large volume of urine being pumped into them.

   Holly could smell the guy standing behind her with his cock in her ass
-- her stepfather had told her about niggers, how bad they smell, and she
had to agree.  She could smell sweat and body odor and something foul, like
raw sewage, and the thought of this nigger sticking his big cock up her ass
made her a little sick to her stomach.  She could see the same thoughts on
Shannen's face, and she wrinkled her nose, and Shannen nodded -- she
smelled the niggers, too.  Shannen's lips twisted like she was eating a
lemon, but then she fluttered her tongue in and out of her mouth lewdly,
then grinned, and Holly knew she was saying it was dirty and degrading to
stand there with a nigger's cock in her ass -- but it felt good, too. 
Holly felt like such a little slut, letting a nigger do this to her -- but
she was just a bit proud that she could take such a big cock in her ass. 
She could feel her nipples, as hard as rocks, tingling and burning as they
stiffened more.  They were sticking out so far, they looked like little
cocks on her breasts.  She looked down at Shannen's tits, and her nipples
were sticking out, too.  Holly used one hand to touch Shannen's erect
nipples, and Shannen gasped as a sharp jolt of intense pleasure shot
through her breasts.  She touched Holly's nipples with her fingernails, and
Holly moaned as her body stiffened from the heavenly feelings that Shannen
gave her.  She leaned forward and kissed Shannen, opening her mouth and
feeling Shannen's tongue touching hers, and she had an intense orgasm,
breathing into Shannen's open mouth, feeling like the two of them were in
one body.  She felt Shannen stiffen and realized she was having an orgasm,
too.

   The girls broke the kiss as the two niggers finished peeing in their
asses.  Both girls felt terribly bloated, and there was a lot of pain in
their midsections from the enormous volume of urine the niggers had given
them.  A little piss dribbled out of the two big cocks, and Spelling told
the girls to lick them clean.  The girls turned around to face the niggers,
but when they tried to get down on their knees, the pain in their bowels
made them stop.  They knew they had to be careful not to let any urine leak
out of their bowels, but it was SO hard to keep their buttocks clenched and
hold their water.  Shannen carefully got down on one knee, then the other,
and slowly lowered her body til she was sitting on her folded legs.  Holly
followed along, a look of concentration on her face as she worked to hold
her anal sphincter closed tight.  She almost lost control, and felt a
little bit of piss dribble out of her anus, but nobody noticed it, and she
clenched her buttocks as tight as she could while she got down on her
knees. The girls used their mouths and tongues to clean the niggers' cocks,
licking up the urine that dribbled out, and then they kissed the cocks and
smiled up at the niggers, letting them know they didn't blame them for what
had happened.  The niggers grinned at the girls, then stepped back and
stood with the four white guys while everybody watched the two naked girls
turn around on their knees so they were facing each other.

   CHAPTER 10: Holding Their Water

   Holly and Shannen were in some pain now, from the pressure of the urine
filling their lower intestines, and they needed to empty their bowels.  The
strain of clenching their buttocks to keep their anal sphincters closed
tight was very tiring, and both girls were sweating heavily.  Their ass
cheeks were trembling with the effort, and Spelling and Vincent were
commenting on how they looked, how their bodies glistened with sweat, and
laughing as the girls strained to hold their water.  The girls were trying
to glare at the men, but their faces kept surrendering to the increasing
strain they felt as the muscles in their buttocks became more fatigued. 
Shannen was afraid she was going to lose control, and she looked at Holly
with panic in her eyes.  Holly held both of her hands and willed her to be
strong, even as her own face contorted with the pain of keeping her
buttocks clenched so tight.  The girls gripped each other's hands, holding
on like they were about to drown, and finally Spelling told them they could
empty their bowels -- but as the girls started to stand up, he told them
they couldn't go to the bathroom to do it.  He wanted to watch, and he told
them they had to go out and bring back two buckets from the custodian's
room on the set.  Shannen groaned in frustration, but after a moment she
and Holly held onto each other as they carefully got up on their feet.  The
urine shifted inside their bodies, and suddenly there was a lot more
pressure on their anal sphincters.  Both girls gritted their teeth, and the
men on the sofa roared with laughter, talking about how distended their
bellies looked, and how stupid they looked standing there clenching their
buttocks.

   Shannen took one slow step toward the dressing room door, still holding
onto Holly's hand, and then the girls picked up a little speed, knowing
relief was waiting outside.  They walked with their thighs clamped
together, only moving their legs below the knee and looking like they were
wearing hobble skirts, which made Spelling and Vincent laugh some more. 
The six guys along the wall were watching the girls and rubbing their cocks
as the girls slowly made it over to the door.  They left it open as they
carefully went down the three steps to the studio floor, and then they had
to walk another 30 feet to the custodian's closet.  The men watched through
a window, not even having to get up from the sofa to enjoy the show the
girls were putting on.  They saw Shannen open the door to the custodian's
closet and go inside, then she came back out holding two buckets.  She
handed one to Holly, and the girls started back to the dressing room, still
clamping their upper legs together and clenching the muscles in their
buttocks.  Climbing up the stairs was hard -- lifting her left leg almost
made Holly lose control of her bowels, and she quickly stepped up with her
other leg so she could clench her buttocks shut.  Shannen had trouble on
the stairs, too, but both girls made it into the dressing room without
spilling any piss out of their asses.  They set the buckets down in front
of the sofa, so the men would have a good view as the girls humiliated
themselves, and they started to squat over the buckets -- but Vincent told
them to wait.  Holly cursed harshly, making Vincent grin at her.  "I know,
angel, it's hard to keep holding your water, but it's good for you --
builds up your muscle control." Holly glared at him, but didn't say
anything.  Vincent continued, "Just one more little thing to do, then you
girls can take a nice shit in your little buckets." He motioned the two
black guys over, and told the girls to stand in front of them, positioned
sideways so the men could watch their faces.  "Just one more job, girls --
make these nice men cum in your mouths, then you can take a shit.  You got
them all excited when you let them use you like toilets, so now you have to
give them some relief.  Let's see what good little cocksuckers you are."
The girls started to get down on their knees, but Vincent stopped them. 
"No, no, girls -- let's see you squat this time.  That oughta give you a
nice workout, trying to hold your water while you squat down and give these
guys blowjobs." Shannen stared at him, her eyes bright with hatred, but he
just grinned at her.  Holly was almost out of her mind with frustration --
it was hard enough to walk around with her bowels full, but if she
squatted, the pressure would be tremendous, and she wasn't sure she could
hold her anal sphincter closed long enough to perform a blowjob.  But
Shannen was squatting, so Holly bent her knees and squatted beside her, and
both girls had their little round asses almost touching the floor as they
looked up at the guys.

   The niggers were already hard, and their erections stuck straight out
like branches on a tree.  Their cocks were as big as the girls' forearms,
and the girls could smell their own shit on the cocks.  Shannen took a
breath and opened her mouth to receive the cock in front of her, and Holly
carefully took her nigger's huge cock between her lips.  As she started to
suck, she felt a strong pain in her midsection, like a bad cramp, and she
knew it was her body trying to void the huge volume of piss in her bowels.
She heard Shannen groan just at that moment, and she knew she was having
trouble, too.  Holly felt like her legs were spread a mile wide, completely
open, and it was so hard to keep her buttocks clenched while she squatted
like that.  She was rocking back and forth as she performed fellatio on the
nigger's cock, and Shannen was moving as she tried to get her nigger to
cum. Holly was sucking as hard as she could, squeezing the nigger's big
balls as she mouthed his cock, working as hard as she could to make him cum
to she could empty her intestines.  Shannen was making a little noise in
her throat as she sucked, running one had up and down her nigger's leg
while she used her other hand to massage his testicles, and he grunted as
she squeezed his balls a little too tight.  She desperately wanted to get
him to cum fast, and she was working on his cock like the sluttiest little
whore in an alley, bent over the cock, her whole body moving against the
nigger with just one goal -- to make him explode in her mouth.  Holly was
working as hard as she could, but she had to be careful not to let any warm
urine dribble out of her asshole.

   The girls sucked for 15 minutes before they were able to get the niggers
to the point of cumming.  By that time, the pressure in the girls'
intestines was overwhelming, and they were mewling as they sucked, frantic
to make the niggers cum so they could relieve the horrible pain in their
bowels.  Finally Shannen's nigger put his hands on her head and held her
while the thrust into her mouth a few times, and then he ejaculated. 
Shannen closed her eyes and groaned with satisfaction as she started to
swallow his sperm.  His cock spurted again and again, and warm semen kept
filling Shannen's mouth as she worked to swallow every drop.  At that
moment, Holly's nigger gave her three hard thrusts and exploded in her
mouth.  She swallowed the first mouthful as the cock continued to spurt
like a garden hose, filling her mouth with so much cum that a little ran
down her chin.  She groaned, a long, low sound in her throat, needing to
finish with the nigger and empty her bowels.  After what seemed like an
hour, but was really a couple of minutes, he finished in her mouth, and she
struggled to raise her body enough so she could move over to the buckets.
Shannen finished a moment later, and duck-walked over to the buckets and
took Holly's hand as both girls squatted over a bucket.  There were loud
pooping sounds, then a flood of warm yellow liquid that flooded out of
their rectums into the buckets.  The girls groaned with relief, smiling
finally as their intestines forced all the urine out of their bodies into
the buckets.  There were pieces of shit floating in the buckets, and Holly
pooped out two big turds while she was voiding herself.  Shannen's bucket
was almost full when the foul-smelling liquid finally stopped leaking out
of her anus.

   CHAPTER 11: The Party Ends

   The girls were exhausted, and they could barely stand up from their
squatting positions over the buckets.  They took a step and sat down on the
floor beside the buckets, too tired to do anything else.  Their legs were
splayed out in front of them, spread wide apart so their pussies were
totally exposed.  Their breasts hung out as they breathed, their chests
rising and falling and making their tits move up and down.  Their bodies
were covered with sweat, and they smelled like dirty toilets.  A little
more piss had leaked out of their assholes after they flopped down on the
floor, and now they were sitting in little puddles of urine.  Shannen's eye
makeup had run down her cheeks from all the heavy sweating she had done,
and Holly's face looked even worse -- gritty black streaks that ran from
her eyes down to the corners of her mouth.  Both girls were red-faced and
breathing hard from the severe physical strain they had gone through, and
they looked like two whores after a long night on their backs.  The six
guys stood against the wall looking at the girls, and the two men on the
sofa were grinning at each other and talking about the girls, how tired and
dirty they looked.  Vincent told the guys they could leave, and they
quickly grabbed their clothes and headed for the door, glad to get out of
there with their jobs.  Spelling and Vincent stood up and went over to the
girls, and after a moment Spelling spat on Holly, his saliva hitting her in
her face.  Vincent spat on Shannen, getting saliva in her eyes, and both
girls yelped and started yelling.  Spelling gave Holly a little kick on the
outside of her thigh, and told them to shut up.  "You little sluts don't
understand what it's like to be big TV producers in this town.  We own your
asses, and your tits, and your cunts, and everything else you have.  You
owe us for letting you have these jobs, and you're gonna pay -- tonight was
just the first installment.  I want you to set up a party every Friday
night, with six or eight guys from the crew -- or if you run out of guys,
you can bring in anybody you want, as long as they have big cocks.  Duke
and me enjoy watching whores getting screwed, and we liked tonight a lot.
How did it feel when you were walking around with your bowels full of
nigger piss?  I hope it hurt a lot.  That's what whores like you deserve --
a lot of pain and a lot of cocks in your fuckholes.  See you on Friday."
The two men went out the door, and Shannen and Holly just sat there and
looked at each other for a long time.

   CHAPTER 12: More Sex Parties

   Shannen and Holly wanted to stop doing the parties, but they were
trapped by their own success.  The show was a big hit, and all three
actresses were being deluged with requests for interviews and loads of fan
mail.  If they lost their jobs, they'd never live it down.  For young
actresses in television, an Aaron Spelling was a sure ticket to the big
time, and neither Shannen nor Holly wanted to give it up.  So they were
both sitting in Shannen's dressing room at 9 PM the following Friday night.
Before she left the studio after the last party, Shannen had scrubbed the
carpet where it was stained with urine, on her knees for several hours with
the door locked so nobody would know what had happened.  Holly stayed and
helped her, and they spent the whole time talking about what assholes
Spelling and Vincent were.  But then Holly got a little gleam in her eye,
and asked Shannen, "How did you feel when that nigger were pissing in your
ass?" Shannen paused a moment, remembering, and said, "It really hurt,
having his cock inside me -- he was so BIG." Then she grinned at Holly. 
"But when he started pissing in me, and I felt his pee filling me up, it
was like he was fucking me, and his piss was sperm filling me up -- and I
went CRAZY!  I had an orgasm, and that made me clench my butt, and my
asshole just grabbed the cock and squeezed it so TIGHT and I felt it twitch
in my ass, like he was starting to get hard, but then he kept pissing. 
God, I felt so full, like when I feel bloated when I'm getting my period --
but it was so much like getting fucked, I couldn't believe it.  I felt my
pussy getting hot, and god, I was so fucking WET, my cunt juice was like
hot oil leaking out of me, burning me, I felt like my cunt was on FIRE!  I
would've done anything for that guy, as long as he just kept his big cock
in my tight little ass." She looked at Holly and grinned.  "So how did YOU
like it, you little horndog?"

   Holly smiled shyly, like she was talking about a new boyfriend.  "My guy
was so nice to me, he went as slow as he could with those two bastards
watching.  He really tried to take care of me, and I think I loved him a
little for caring about me.  But the head of his cock was so big, when he
was pushing it into me I thought I'd just DIE!  It felt like a baseball bat
-- I just knew I couldn't take it and I was afraid he would tear me, and I
was crying.  But he slowed down and pushed so gently, and my ass just
opened like a flower -- GOD, that was so HOT!  I've never felt like that
with anybody, and I think I fell in love right then.  I tried to help him,
tried to hold my asshole open so he could get inside me, and I pushed back
against him -- I really WANTED him in me.  But it hurt so much, it felt
like my ass was getting shredded.  I always get bloated when I get my
period, and it felt like that, but it was different because it was in my
ass.  I felt like I needed to take a shit, but at the same time it felt SO
good to have him inside me.  I would've done anything for that guy...  for
that cock.  I kept wishing he would touch my breasts -- my nipples were so
fucking hard, like little rocks, and if he'd touched me, I would've
exploded." Holly was unconsciously touching her breasts with both hands,
caressing her erect nipples as she talked, and Shannen grinned as she
reached out and slapped Holly's hands.  "You little slut!" Holly smiled and
pinched Shannen's breasts, and both girls laughed as they got back to
cleaning up the urine from the carpet.

   The sex parties continued, every Friday night in Shannen's dressing
room, and for two months the girls were able to find crew guys to come and
screw them while Spelling and Vincent mostly just watched.  Sometimes the
men came over and touched Shannen or Holly while she was being fucked, ran
his hand over her arm or leg or played with her tits, and occasionally they
liked to masturbate on the girls at the end of the party.  After two
months, the girls were having problems getting guys to come to the parties,
because they all knew they might get fired if Spelling or Vincent decided
they weren't performing hard enough on the girls.  When Holly told Spelling
about the problem, he told her not to worry about it -- he would get the
guys for the parties.  But at the next party, there were 12 guys there, all
of them niggers or spics, and they were filthy -- dirty clothes, sweaty,
and they smelled bad.  Spelling told the girls he got them at a labor
pickup site in East Los Angeles, and he figured they would really like a
chance to fuck some white girls.  None of the guys knew who Shannen and
Holly were, or Spelling or Vincent for that matter -- most of them didn't
speak any English, but it was clear just looking at them what they wanted.
They never took their eyes off the two girls, and some of them were rubbing
their crotches and grinning.  Shannen told Spelling to forget it, and she
looked at Holly, who picked up her purse and headed for the door with
Shannen -- but they stopped at the door.  They didn't want anything to do
with these guys, and they already felt dirty from all the parties where
they had to perform while the two old men watched -- but what about the
series?  And what about their careers?  Holly loved being famous, and she
liked working on "Charmed" even more than "Picket Fences." She knew Shannen
was glad to get "Charmed" after getting fired from "Beverly Hills 90210"
and didn't want to give it up.  So the girls stood there for another
moment, then slowly turned around and came back and sat down.  Spelling
grinned wolfishly and said, "That's a wise move, girls.  You don't want to
get fired over something as silly as this.  Besides, you know you like
having all these guys making sweet love to you." Shannen glared at him, and
Holly shot him the finger, but it just made him laugh.  "Stupid sluts, so
many stupid sluts around," he said to Vincent, and they both laughed.

   The girls still had their clothes on, and Spelling told them to do a
little striptease for the guys.  The dressing room was crowded with so many
people in it, and the girls were just a few feet from the guys, but Shannen
started taking off her shirt as she did a little dance step, looking at the
guys and smiling slightly.  Holly took off her sweater over her head and
her breasts flopped out, and most of the guys made a noise as she cupped
them and smiled.  The girls took off everything, moving sinuously, and when
they were naked, a low growl came from the guys.  Shannen looked at Holly,
and they both looked at Spelling and Vincent -- but the two men just sat
there, smiling at the girls' discomfort and fear.  Shannen stopped dancing
and stood there uncertainly -- and then the guys all moved at once, forcing
the girls down onto the floor.  Two of them mounted the girls, forcing
their legs apart and quickly jamming their erections into the open cunts.
Holly screamed as she was penetrated, and Shannen was trying to fight, but
some of the other guys were holding her down.  Holly was held down while
the guy inside her gave her a few thrusts and then dumped his load, and
Shannen's guy had his cum about as quickly.  There was no love in it, and
certainly no respect -- just two niggers rutting like pigs, screwing two
young white girls that didn't have a choice.  Holly could smell her
fucker's body odor, a foul, sickening stink that made her want to vomit,
and his breath was horrible, enveloping her face like a toxic cloud.  He
made animal noises while he screwed her, and she could feel sweat pouring
off his body and soiling her skin.  If felt like acid was being poured on
her body, and she tried to push him off of her, but he was far too big for
that.

   Shannen was fighting as hard as she could, but four guys were holding
her arms and legs.  Her body was completely open and available, and she
couldn't protect herself from the big nigger between her legs.  He forced
his cock up her snatch without any preparation, and the sudden pain in her
vagina brought tears to her eyes.  He fucked her like she was a piece of
meat, sweating on her as he rubbed his filthy body all over her.  His cock
felt like a baseball bat inside her, like it was filling her whole body and
might come poking out of her mouth from inside.  She had never been fucked
as rough as this, and she was afraid her genitals were going to get torn.
She mewled softly, talking to the guys, telling them it was OK if they kept
fucking her, but she just needed them to hold back, just a little, so she
wouldn't get damaged.  As soon as she said that, she knew it was a big
mistake -- her fucker leered at her, grinning meanly, and gave her a thrust
hard enough to make her scream.  The four guys holding her pulled on her
arms and legs, like they were trying to pull her apart, spreading her legs
so wide that she got a muscle spasm in her groin.  She was sobbing with
pain and frustration, terrified that they were going to damage her
permanently.  But then her fucker grunted and snuffled against her shoulder
as he ejaculated inside her, and pulled his cock out of her, trailing some
of her blood.  The next guy was between her legs instantly, and Shannen
closed her eyes and cried quietly while he started to screw her.

   Holly and Shannen got gang-raped that night, and it lasted for more than
six hours.  It wasn't a sex party -- it's not a party when the girls are
treated more like worthless whores than girls, and the guys take turns with
the girls like they were using the toilet.  The girls were nothing to them,
just empty fuckholes waiting to receive their cocks, sperm receptacles
where the guys could dump their loads for as long as they wanted to.  The
girls didn't get any breaks or any attention, and after four hours Holly
wet herself -- she couldn't hold it in any longer.  She had been begging
them to let her go to the bathroom for hours, but nobody cared.  After
another hour of getting screwed, Shannen lost control of her bowels and
shitted on the white carpet of her dressing room.  The guys made her lay
there in her own feces while they kept raping her, and that destroyed what
was left of her spirit.  She just lay there like a doll, staring at the
ceiling as her body jerked back and forth with the thrusts of the cocks in
her pussy, her mouth hanging open and saliva running out of it.  Holly knew
Shannen was having real problems, and she kept screaming at the two
bastards on the sofa, begging Spelling and Vincent to stop this, but they
were having too much fun watching.  They came over to get a closer look at
Shannen when she went silent, and Spelling tried slapping her a little, but
nothing brought her around.  Vincent tried pinching Shannen's breasts,
hard, but the girl didn't even flinch.  The men just laughed and went back
to the sofa to watch some more.

   The rapes finally ended after 3 AM.  The niggers and spics left one by
one when they finished screwing both girls as many times as they could, and
Spelling and Vincent left just after the last rapist was gone.  Holly just
lay there for a while, breathing and trying to make some sense out of what
had been done to her, then she rolled over and looked at Shannen, whose
beautiful face was streaked with sweat and ruined makeup and tears.  Holly
crawled over and took Shannen in her arms, an after a moment Shannen's eyes
stopped staring vacantly and she really saw it was Holly, and started
sobbing, and the sobbing turned into wailing as she squeezed Holly tight
against her.

   CHAPTER 13: More Problems with Infections

   It took a week for the girls to heal and get back to normal.  The series
was on its summer break, so they didn't have to see anybody on the show,
and they spent the week together, sometimes at Shannen's house and
sometimes at Holly's, talking and trying to accept what had happened. 
Their bodies had been badly abused internally, and they had pains in their
genitals and especially in their lower intestinal tracts, from the length
of time their colons were distended while they were forced to hold the
urine inside.  The pain was like cramps, but far worse, and it was
constant, taking three or four days before it began to abate.  Both girls
felt soiled, dirty, and violated as they never had been before, and they
talked it out until they came to realize it was not their fault -- the
blame belonged squarely on the shoulders of those two bastards, Spelling
and Vincent.  But the girls agreed that they couldn't do anything about it
-- they loved the series, and it had made them more famous than they had
ever been in their lives.  Shannen left a voicemail message for Spelling,
disguising her voice in case someone else listened to it, and told Spelling
there would be no more sex parties until the new season began shooting in
August.

   The girls had lots of publicity to do for the show during the summer
break, so it was bad news for Holly when she smelled a fishy odor.  It was
a very unpleasant smell, and after a moment she realized it was coming from
between her own legs.  This couldn't have come at a worse time -- she was
about to do an interview with Tony Danza on his show in New York City, and
she was in the Green Room waiting to be called when she smelled it.  She
quickly headed for the ladies room, telling a production assistant she
would be right back, but he said Tony as almost ready for her.  In a stall
in the ladies room, she pulled her jeans down around her knees, and when
she pulled down her thong, she noticed a yellowish discharge from her
vagina had stained it, and she knew she was having a recurrence of the
bacterial vaginosis she got after the first sex party.  She fought to keep
from crying as a wave on anger at Spelling and Vincent swept through her
body.  Those fucking bastards did this to her when they made the guys fuck
her pussy after they fucked her in the ass.  The old men knew she would
probably get an infection, and she was sure that's why they made her do it.
She kept wiping away tears of anger and frustration as she took off her
jeans and then her thong.  She didn't have another thong to wear, but she
had to do something to keep the discharge from staining her jeans.  She
wadded up the thong and stuffed it up her snatch, her stomach heaving as
the fishy odor flooded out of her vagina.  She inhaled it before she
thought of breathing through her mouth, and she almost vomited -- it
smelled like fish that had died and been dumped in a dirty toilet with a
lot of shit and piss, but somebody forgot to flush.  The sour smell of fish
coming from her vagina was one of the things her mother had warned her
about when she was a little girl, and told her to wash herself frequently
and douche at least once a day to keep her pussy from smelling bad.  She
had told Holly that men hate girls that smell bad, and a vaginal odor was
the quickest way for a girl to get a bad reputation.

   Holly realized she had to do something about the odor, so she put two
fingers up her snatch and pulled out the thong.  She needed to wash it, but
she was naked from the waist down.  She didn't want someone to walk in and
discover what she was doing, so she put the thong in the toilet bowl,
hoping the water was as clean as it looked, and rinsed it out as best she
could.  She squeezed the excess water out of the thong, then put it aside
and used some toilet tissue to swab the inside of her vagina, rubbing so
hard that it hurt.  She swabbed two more times, then realized there was
only one source of water to wash her pussy -- so she wadded up some toilet
paper and wetted it in the toilet bowl, then used it to wash out her
vagina. She flushed away all the toilet paper, then wadded up her thong and
again inserted it deep in her cunt.  She wadded up some toilet paper and
stuffed it up her snatch, then did that with two more wads of paper until
her vagina was packed with toilet paper.  It felt like she had a dildo
inside her, but it was the best she could do.  Then she froze -- the PA had
knocked on the door of the ladies room and called her name.  She called out
that she was on her way, and he asked her to hurry.  Holly put her jeans
on, feeling the rough material rubbing against her crotch as she fastened
the button at the waist.  She always wore tight jeans because they made her
look sexy, but with no underwear, there was the chance that some of the
discharge -- or the fishy smell -- would escape from her vagina.  The
zipper on the jeans was rubbing against her slit, and she gasped as she
opened the door to the stall -- now the zipper was touching her clit.  She
had no more time, so she walked to the sink and quickly washed her hands,
feeling the metal zipper against her erect clit with every little movement.
She walked back to the Green Room, her whole body almost rigid as the wads
of paper shifted inside her vagina and the zipper stimulated her clit.  As
Tony was announcing her name, she took a step toward the stage -- and she
had an orgasm.  She felt her face flush as she walked onstage where the
audience could see her, and she had another orgasm as she sat down -- the
zipper was rubbing her clit with every step.  She tried not to move, and
somehow got through the ten-minute interview with no more orgasms.  She
kept her legs tightly closed in case any of the yellowish discharge leaked
out of her pussy.

   When Holly stood up after the show ended, she could feel wetness between
her legs, but all she could do was go back to the ladies room as fast as
she could.  In a stall, she pulled her jeans down and saw they had a wet
spot on the crotch.  Her heart sank as she put her hand on her pussy -- the
wads of toilet paper were sopping wet with the discharge from her vagina,
and the odor was unbelievable.  God, what if someone came in while she was
in there?!  Holly felt tears running down her cheeks again as she threw the
wet globs of paper in the toilet and took more wads of paper from the roll
and tried to sop up the thin yellowish fluid that was still leaking out of
her cunt.  The smell from her vagina was making her feel sick, and she knew
she had to finish fast or she would throw up.  She looked over the top of
the stall door and saw a stack of washcloths on the counter beside the
sink. She had to get some of them to stuff up her snatch, but they were
across the room, and she didn't want to take time to put on her jeans.  So
she opened the door and stepped out of the stall, wearing just her shirt
and high heels, and quickly moved to the counter, watching herself in the
mirror and noticing that the discharge had run down the insides of her
thighs.  She grabbed several clothes and made it back to the stall without
anyone coming in.  She decided to take her thong out of her pussy, but it
took some time for her to find it with her fingers.  Then she wadded up one
washcloth and stuffed it into her slit, forcing it in as far as she could.
It hurt, but she finally got it as deep as she could, and then she stuffed
another cloth in after it.  The two wadded clothes stretched her vagina
painfully, but she knew she had no choice.  She put on her jeans, then
washed her hands and got out of the studio as fast as she could.  A car was
waiting to take her back to her hotel, and she flew back to Los Angeles the
next day.

   Holly went back on the three prescriptions the doctor had given her the
first time she got bacterial vaginosis, but the thin yellowish discharge
kept oozing out of her cunt.  She had more appearances to do in L.  A.  for
the show, and she was terrified that somebody would smell the thick fishy
smell from her vagina.  She had seen some people looking at her on the
plane from New York, and it made her die inside to think that they might
know how bad she smelled.  She started soaking a tampon in white vinegar
and inserting it deep in her pussy every morning while she was getting
dressed, then wadding up a sanitary napkin and stuffing it up her snatch.
It was hard for her to walk with her vagina packed like that, but she just
didn't have a choice.  She had to walk a little bowlegged to keep the pain
tolerable, and she was terrified that people would notice her, and might
think she had just been fucked or something.  She had to go to the ladies
room after every appearance, to open her jeans or pull down her skirt and
check to see if any of the discharge had leaked out of her twat.

   The vinegar killed most of the fishy smell in Holly's pussy, but every
time she inserted the vinegar-soaked tampon, it burned for a long time. 
Sometimes it took 15 minutes before it was absorbed into the walls of her
vagina, and she was miserable the whole time, sitting with her legs open,
thinking about how she got the infection.  Her hatred of Spelling and
Vincent grew and festered inside her, and she felt like she was getting an
ulcer from all the stress she was having to deal with.  Finally, after ten
days, the medicines dried up the discharge, and Holly was able to stop
walking around with her pussy stuffed full.

   Shannen got vaginal candidiasis again, about the time Holly's bacterial
vaginosis was clearing up.  Shannen called Holly as soon as she got the
news from her doctor, and couldn't stop crying.  The treatment was so
painful and degrading the first time, she just didn't think she could go
through it again, and Holly couldn't think of anything to say to help her.
Holly met Shannen at her doctor's office the next day for the treatment,
and the doctor said there was a new method for administering the injections
of the antibiotics that was much more effective in curing the disease --
but the new method was even more painful than the old one.  Shannen started
to cry as the doctor told her what he would have to do.  She would have to
lay on the exam table again, with her legs spread and her feet restrained
in the stirrups to keep her from moving involuntarily.  The first injection
would be given deep inside her vagina, just above her cervix, as was done
before -- but the other two shots would be in different places.  One would
be in her perineum, the region of skin between her vagina and anus, an area
that is extremely sensitive because it contains thousands of nerve fibers.
A local anesthetic could not be used to deaden the area because it would
interfere with the medication being injected -- so Shannen would have to
bear the full brunt of the pain.  But it was the final injection that would
be the most painful -- it would be given by inserting a needle directly
into her clitoris.  The subdural region behind the clitoris is a natural
breeding ground for the candidiasis bacteria, and Shannen's infection was
so extensive that this injection was vital to be sure all the bacteria were
killed.

   Shannen knew she had no choice, but she couldn't stop crying as she took
off her clothes.  She didn't put on a dressing gown this time, because the
doctor didn't want any unnecessary friction on any part of her body during
the procedure.  For that same reason, he didn't cover her with a sheet as
is usually done when a girl is having a vaginal exam -- so Shannen had to
lay down on the table completely naked.  She held Holly's hand while she
raised her legs and spread them open and put her feet in the stirrups, and
then the nurse attached leather restraints around her feet and ankles.  The
doctor inserted a speculum in Shannen's vagina and opened it as far as
possible, making Shannen grunt in pain, and then he administered the first
injection near her cervix.  Shannen grimaced, but managed to keep her body
still until the needle was pulled out.  This time she had remain in
position for only 20 minutes to let the medication work, but the speculum
had to be left in her vagina.  Finally the doctor came in and removed the
speculum, then asked Shannen to raise her hips so he could put a pillow
under her, elevating her pelvis and exposing her perineum.  The second shot
was given exactly halfway between the bottom of Shannen's slit and the top
of her anus, and the pain was unlike anything she had ever felt.  She
mewled in agony -- it felt like they were holding a cigarette lighter to
her vagina.  Tears streamed down her face and she dug her fingernails into
Holly's hand, and finally the needle was pulled out.  There was another
20-minute waiting period before the third shot, and Holly kept talking to
Shannen, telling her it would be OK.

   Then it was time for the last injection.  When the doctor came in with
the needle, Shannen started to wail, and struggled wildly against the
restraints holding her feet in the stirrups, mindlessly trying to escape
the torture that was coming.  Holly gripped her hand and talked to her, and
Shannen slowly started to relax a little.  Her naked body was covered with
sweat, and her face was flushed a deep red from tension.  She felt totally
exposed, stripped, vulnerable, and helpless, and it seemed like it would
never end.  She looked at Holly, her eyes wide with fear, and begged her to
make it stop.  Holly leaned down close to her.  "I can't, sweetie...  you
have to hold on...  hold my hand." She gripped Shannen's hand tightly --
and the doctor inserted the needle into Shannen's erect clitoris.  Her face
froze for a moment -- and then she screamed, a hoarse guttural sound that
seemed like it was torn from her throat.  Holly leaned down and put her
arms around Shannen's upper body, cradling her as she continued to scream.
The needle was fully inserted in her clitoris now, and the medicine was
being injected under her skin, and it felt like her cunt was on fire. 
Shannen's legs were jerking violently as she struggled to get loose from
her restraints, but she couldn't move far enough to cause any problem with
the injection.  Holly held her close, murmuring softly in her ear -- and
finally the needle was withdrawn.  Shannen collapsed in Holly's arms, her
whole body limp and still covered with sweat.

   CHAPTER 14: Relief for Shannen and Holly

   The doctor told Holly that the medicine would continue to burn inside
Shannen's vaginal area for about an hour.  Shannen seemed to be going out
of her mind, jerking her legs violently as she tried to break free of her
restraints, her eyes clamped shut and her face flushed a deep red.  Holly
held her tight, but it wasn't helping.  She asked the doctor if there was
anything she could do for her friend.  It was killing Holly to see Shannen
in such pain, and she was desperate to help her.  The doctor paused a
moment, then asked if the two girls were very close friends, and Holly said
yes.  The doctor explained that the only thing that might help Shannen and
ease her pain would be some sexual activity that would distract her from
the torment she was going through.  Stimulation of her genitals would speed
up the process of assimilation of the medication into her bloodstream, and
the doctor said the best activity for that purpose would be cunnilingus. 
Holly slowly realized what the doctor was telling her -- that she should
put her mouth on Shannen's pussy and eat her out.  Holly blushed a little,
but then she decided there was no point in pretending to be shocked.  She
took off her shirt, jeans, sneakers, bra, and thong, and stood naked for a
moment before she went around and got down on her knees at the end of the
exam table, between Shannen's open legs.

   Holly looked over her shoulder at the doctor, who was standing off to
one side.  He smiled slightly, but didn't move, and Holly decided to go
ahead -- it might be more fun with someone watching.  She put her hands on
the outside of Shannen's thighs as she lowered her head to her friend's
groin.  Shannen's clitoris was red and swollen, sticking out like a little
cock, and Holly carefully licked gently, just below the clit, running her
tongue up and down Shannen's tight little slit.  Shannen groaned at the
first touch, then sighed and opened her legs wider, and Holly took the
invitation and kissed Shannen's pussy lips, then moved up and brushed her
tongue over her clit.  Shannen's body jerked, but not with pain -- she as
having an orgasm.  The tension of the series of injections had strung her
out like a wire, and now Holly's soft wet tongue was driving Shannen over
the edge into extreme sexual pleasure.  Holly gestured at Shannen's legs,
and the doctor stepped over and released the restraints and lifted
Shannen's feet out of the stirrups.  Shannen instinctively closed her
thighs around Holly's head, letting her feet rest on Holly's back as Holly
continued licking her pussy.  Holly inserted her tongue in Shannen's slit
and thrust it deep inside her warm, wet pussy, making Shannen moan with
satisfaction.  Her pussy was soaking wet, and Holly slurped up some of
Shannen's vaginal fluids and swallowed them.  They tasted creamy and sweet,
and she closed her mouth over Shannen's slit and started sucking harder. 
Shannen moaned louder and put her hands on Holly's head, holding it tight
against her groin as she spread her legs, opening herself like a flower so
Holly could get deeper inside her.

   Holly felt someone's hands on her hips, and she raised her head from
Shannen's pussy and looked over her shoulder.  The doctor was standing
behind her, gently touching her hips, trying to get her to stand up.  Holly
met his eyes, and saw a feverish excitement there, and then she realized
just how hot this scene must be for a man like him -- having two young
actresses from a hit TV show, naked In his office, watching them have sex
together.  He spent every day examining women's private parts, and he had
to maintain a clinical detachment -- but Shannen's treatment was very
unusual, and Holly could forgive the doctor's inability to hold himself in
check.  He must see some spectacular women and girls in this office, naked
and completely exposed, and he couldn't even think of touching them because
it would ruin him professionally.  He must have resisted more temptations
than a hundred men -- so why not cut him a break?  Holly caught his eye and
smiled, just a small smile, as she stood up and worked her feet further
apart on the cold floor, spreading herself for him.  She reached around and
held her ass cheeks apart, inviting him to enter her, and the sound of his
zipper seemed very loud in the small room.  Holly heard his pants drop down
around his ankles, and she felt her pussy juices dripping down her thighs
-- she was so excited from licking Shannen's pussy -- and she knew the
doctor would have no trouble penetrating her.  She felt the head of his
cock probing for her slit, and then she gasped as he entered her in one
smooth deep stroke.  She lowered her head to Shannen's slit and put her
tongue inside her best friend and licked as she felt her face being forced
into Shannen's groin with each stroke of the cock in her own pussy.  The
doctor had a big cock, and Holly felt breathless as she felt her vagina
being stretched to accommodate his erection.  She felt his balls slapping
against her thighs as he thrust the full length of his cock into her pussy
again and again, and she felt her orgasm start to build.  She put her lips
on Shannen's swollen clit and gently kissed it just as her own orgasm
exploded inside her, and Shannen moaned and forced her groin harder into
Holly's sweet face as both girls had multiple orgasms.  The doctor drove
into Holly's cunt with such force that her face got all smeared with juices
from Shannen's vagina.  He was holding her hips hard against his groin as
he thrust into her, and she was moaning softly as he body jerked with every
thrust.  She lifted her face out of Shannen's cunt for a moment and,
without turning her head, said to the doctor, "God, your cock is so big...
driving me crazy...  please don't stop..." The doctor said jerkily, "My
cock is...  eleven inches...  you are so tight..." as he thrust into Holly
like a jackhammer, pounding his erection deep into her open twat as she
lowered her head and drove her tongue into Shannen's slit.

   Holly was exhausted from the physical effort of getting fucked standing
up, and she turned her head to speak to the doctor as he continued fucking
her.  "Would it make Shannen feel better if you fucked her?  Would it help
the medicine get into her bloodstream?" The doctor said any sexual activity
should help, and he slowly pulled his cock out of Holly's pussy.  Holly
used both hands to spread Shannen's cunt lips apart, then looked at the
doctor and smiled a little, and the doctor inserted the head of his cock in
Shannen's open twat.  He penetrated her easily, and she raised her slim
legs and wrapped them around him.  Her eyes were still closed but there was
a small smile on her face as the doctor started to fuck her.  Holly got
down on her knees to rest, putting her arms around the doctor's thighs and
hugging him gratefully as her body moved back and forth with his as he kept
thrusting into Shannen.  He fucked her for a long time, and finally he
started to thrust faster.  He said to Holly, "If I cum in her, she won't
get pregnant because of the drugs...  do you think...?" and Holly kissed
his legs and told him it was OK.  She moved around behind him and put her
face up against the curve of his ass.  She was so thankful that he had
eased Shannen's pain, she nuzzled her face in between his ass cheeks,
burrowing into his ass crack until her mouth found his anus.  He was still
fucking Shannen, and Holly's head moved back and forth in the doctor's ass
as she kissed his anus.  His body jerked with excitement and Holly put her
arms around his thighs to hold herself tight against him as he kept
thrusting into Shannen.  Holly drove the tip of her tongue into his anus,
then sucked on his ass like she was trying to draw some shit out of him,
and the doctor couldn't stand it any longer.  His erection was throbbing
heavily in Shannen's cunt, and suddenly his cock exploded inside her.  Warm
semen flooded her vagina as she had an orgasm, and Holly had an orgasm as
the doctor clenched his ass cheeks while he was cumming in Shannen's twat.
Shannen was moaning softly as the doctor kept thrusting into her while his
cock spurted more warm sperm into her cunt.

   Holly felt some of the sperm leaking out of Shannen's slit, and she
quickly put her hands under there to catch the sperm, then massaged it into
the doctor's scrotum, making his cock spurt even more cum into Shannen's
fuckhole.  Holly kept her face buried in the doctor's ass crack, licking
his anus until he was finished cumming in Shannen.  Then Holly drew her
head back and stood up and put her arms around the doctor from behind, and
gently helped him withdraw his softening penis from Shannen's pussy.  Holly
caught the last of his semen in her hand and brought it to her mouth and
swallowed it.  She kissed the back of the doctor's neck, murmuring, "Thank
you for helping her...  Shannen is my best friend and I couldn't stand to
see her in such pain...  you were so nice to her...  and to me, too..." She
turned the doctor around so she could press her naked body against his, and
she raised her face and kissed him.  He ran his gentle hands over her back
and down over her ass cheeks, holding her tight against him as she cried
quietly, releasing all the pain and tension of the last few hours.

   Holly helped Shannen off the exam table, and Shannen thanked the doctor
for helping her get through the pain of the injections.  Still totally
naked, she put her arms around him and kissed him, feeling his cock stiffen
a little as she rubbed his back.  She whispered in his ear, "And thank you
for fucking me so good." She reached down and touched his cock in her hand
for a moment, then squatted so she could kiss it gently.  She nuzzled his
balls, then stood up.  "Any time you want me, you can have me...  any time
at all." Holly leaned against the doctor, rubbing her breasts on his arm.
"That goes for me, too -- you were great today." The girls got dressed and
headed for Shannen's house.

   CHAPTER 15: Coyote Piper (X-Rated Version)

   After the horrors of all the sex parties, Holly and Shannen refused
Spelling when he kept calling to get them to do more parties.  They
threatened to go public with his and Vincent's perverted secret sex
activities, and he backed down -- for the moment.  The girls got through
the next two seasons doing "Charmed" and having the time of their lives,
and near the end of Season 3 they did an episode titled "Coyote Piper,"
where Piper had her body hijacked by a malevolent being.  The script called
for the possessed Piper to put on a skimpy halter and tight leather pants
and do an uninhibited barefoot dance on the bar at her club.  Shannen
volunteered to teach Holly to dance and to choreograph the number, and the
girls had a lot of fun filming it -- but then the whole experience turned
sour.  Aaron Spelling came to the set on the last day of filming and took
Holly and Shannen aside, and told them he wanted to film an alternative
version of the dance sequence -- an X-rated version that would be spliced
into the episode and distributed in Europe and Asia.  Holly and Shannen
simply said no way, and turned to walk away -- but then Holly saw Duke
Vincent over by the wall, talking to her mother, Lauralei.  Holly spun
around and glared at Spelling, and he gave her