He felt her frustration all in the actions of her hungry body. Still he did not relent carrying on as he was so inclined. Both teasing her and giving her what she needed yet a little of both as that desire climbed. Discovering what she truly enjoyed was something that he was figuring out as time went by.

Minutes would fade as he explored those tight depths. Then all of a sudden he explode in a torrent of action. Downward thrusts seemed like he was attempting to push her through the mattress she was on. Quicker, harder thrusts followed.

Ryder groaned out in response, the sound melting into her mouth as she felt that spire throbbing within her. A backed up volcano that was ready to burst but not quite yet. He slowed, deep slow thrusts then he quickened that pace once more.

The squeak of the mattress was loud in her ears as well as those muffled groans as hot seed filled her, powerful bursts that shot deep inside her with each throb of the now stilled cock emptied out within her.

“I think that's enough practice for the night considering the big scene tomorrow.” Ryder grinned down at her.

She wailed out her lust as she felt him finally pouring it on, her pussy like a vice as she shuddered in response to the sudden violence of his thrusts, the cheap mattress creaking as she was pounded relentlessly, each push into her shuddering, trembling twat. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!" She held onto him for dear life, as if expecting the whole world to fall out from under her, leaving her to fall into the depths of hell itself.

Pressing her lips to his in response, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, nails scraping down his back as his thrusts, full of force even as they slowed, sent her into powerful climaxes over and over again, orgasms that only grew more intense as he sped up again!

And then, he erupted inside her, her pussy twitching violently around the tower as it throbbed and pulsed inside her, pumping deep into her waiting core.

She let out a long, sultry moan, grinning upward at him as she did. "Holy shit," she gasped, grinning softly. "I could get used to this..."

Filling her Ryder remained motionless between those spurts, his cock throbbing and each time bringing another surge of his essence within her. When all that seed emptied into her he drew out of her, that cork coming unsealed and with it much of that cum spilled out.

Another grin crossed his lips as he drew away only to take up his pants and throw them on.

“There's way more of that. Honestly I've held back a bit. Got to show you something new but I'll surprise you when the cameras are rolling.”

That promise hinted at he dressed departing and leaving her in her trailer where she could rest until morning. The next day she didn't see much of Ryder save at the catered breakfast. They had no scenes that day and she was being taken off location with a bus load of other stars and starlets along with some crew.

The big scene was just that being big. It took several hours to film where she was ravished each and every way ending with an enormous facial after she had been plugged up in each hole. And just when she had thought it might be over as the crew moved on to film another scene they came back to her continuing the scene making it one lengthy gang bang.

The scene between was probably meant to indicate the elapsed time. It was an odd way to film things but it gave her some time to catch her breath seeing the number of men that she was dealing with.

She was left exhausted, aching in each hole coated with incredible amounts of cum. Simply left where she laid they worked around her allowing her to rest before coming back to her for a third and final time.

After which they moved on to shoot the last few prison scenes and essentially forgot about her. Someone left a note for her.

YOU CAN GET CLEANED UP AT THE SHOWERS.

There was an arrow pointed in a direction so the note had to be placed back where she found it to orientate the direction that the arrow indicated. It was later, getting onto dusk from the looks of it. There were bars on the windows and she could hear faint moaning from the cast that had moved on from this cell block but where still busy at work as far as she could determine.

She let out a last gasp as he pulled out, leaving her nice and full, her head spinning as she felt herself coming down from the heady climax. DAMN he was good at this!

Hearing his cocky promise of more, Shaiya couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. "I'll hold you to that, babe~" she cooed playfully, licking her lips.

She took a while to get to sleep after that, though not for want of trying. She was just so... excited at the prospect of her new career, and all the fun that was in store, and of her first scenes.

Thus, it was somewhat of a disappointment that there were no scenes to film in the morning, instead a rather boring bus trip after breakfast. At least the catering was good.

Getting to the filming spot, the boys did a wonderful job, leaving her absolutely shaking from just how aggressively she'd been plugged. So many cocks, so big and rough, what wasn't to love? Hopefully they didn't catch too many smiles early on - She wasn't SUPPOSED to be enjoying herself in the scene, at least not at first!

Then came shower time, and as much as she loved sex, she needed a little hot water to help massage her sore body. Who knew getting fucked for hours on end was that taxing? Still, even as she showered, she couldn't help but smile, hearing the moans and grunts of all the fucking going on. Once done, she dried off and headed back to the filming area, not bothering to get dressed as she did. What was the point after all? Her part might be done for the day, but perhaps they still needed help on set. She probably wouldn't make a bad fluffer...

There was a lot of work to be done in that day's filming. Other scenes went on while she remained where she was discarded on the floor. Time waited for no one and when she came too she had her instructions.

Heading to the showers the distant sounds of moans, gagging and groans could still be heard. The warm water did wonders for her aching muscles but as she shut the water off and began to dry off she found that she was not alone.

She felt it more then seeing or hearing anything amiss. It felt akin to all those times eyes had been upon her when her back was turned. Eyes that spoke volumes about the things that people wished to do to her. Only now she felt the malice within those things.

Senses more alert now she would eventually hear it. Foot steps that echoed her movements. When she would step so would it. When she stopped it did too. If she ran then so would it always keeping pace with her. At least at first.

Her pursuer was getting closer. Longer, quicker strides, she could feel it closing in on her. She even saw it, probably a man, six feet or so in height wearing a trench coat and a fedora but keeping in the shadows so she was unable to get much of a look.

At one point she heard a switchblade and even saw the flash of metal as the figure dashed at her either sending her in flight or making her stand her ground.

/me felt the follower approaching, someone full of anger. She HIGHLY doubted this was one of the actors. She didn't see any fedoras and trench-coats among the actors, and was pretty damned convinced they wouldn't be part of a prison setup at all. She regretted having left the towel behind... Not that it would have helped her much.

She had two options, of course. She could run and hope to get away, or she could try to fight, scream her head off and pray that someone heard her. She'd never been much for horror movies, but she'd seen enough of them to know how running away went normally. It seemed even more obvious with how fast her was going, to say nothing of the switchblade being sprung open.

Well, there was nothing for it.

Turning around, she ran as fast as she could into him, screaming at her loudest as she tried to shock him by violently ramming into his chest, bellowing like a banshee the whole while, hoping it would cut through the moaning of thee actors on set.

Like a predator that suddenly had it's prey turn against it and fight her pursuer had not been expecting her to turn around and face him. At first the being froze then as she neared she could see the sneer upon his face.

At the last moment he pivoted grabbing her hair and yanking hard in order to pull her off balance. He flipped the blade in the air snatching in in a reversed grip then dropped to a knee bringing the blade down in what would have been a fatal wound had she not managed to roll out of the way in time.

He looked over at her standing up as she did, a hand hitting the brim of his hat in a silent acknowledgment of her evasiveness but now that moment had passed. The ruckus she had been making didn't seem to be drawing any sort of attention and thus the man walked toward her again this time with more purpose.

When he was about to slice into her she got a better look at him when she was close. No one she had ever seen before. In fact he looked somewhat ordinary. He didn't appear to be strong or all that tall or attractive even.

All in all he was quiet ordinary looking. He pointed the knife at her naked body that would make the task all that more easier. Obviously this was that murderer she heard about. But this certainly did not fit his M.O.

One thing was clear, he intended to kill her and from that demeanor quite quick.

Well, it was worth a shot, at least. However, as she felt him grabbing her hair and yanking her hair down, mere chance that her body rolled away from the switchblade that drove down toward her. She let out another yell as she looked up, gazing at him in panic.

He definitely wasn't one of the crew or cast, judging by his face, but then again, who the fuck WAS he? And why was he trolling about a porn shoot? Seemed a very... Odd place to go looking for victims.

Still, she had little time to think as he readied for another killing blow. Well, screaming and carrying on didn't work, so all she could do was hope she had enough in her for one last run. Her leg shot up as quick as she could kick, her toes slamming full bore between his legs. Hopefully that at least would buy her time.

Trying to fight hadn't worked, but hopefully that cheap shot would give herr at least a moment, rolling over and clambering to her feet, resuming her desperate screaming as she ran toward the set as fast as her feet could carry her. At least she'd stayed in shape after graduating...

(thought I had pasted this to the thread the other day but found the window still opened today and double checked and realized I hadn't)

He had expected some resistance now as her leg came up he snatched it, a full smile blossoming over his features as he brought up his knife moving it back and forth in a chastising way.

Holding her leg and forcing her to balance on one leg all this time he was strong given that grip that he had on her. He had options here, keeping hold of her and lunging in with the knife, attempting to sweep her leg or throw her off balance yet again.

Her screaming thus far didn't attract any attention and so he must have thought he could take his time with her. She certainly could pick him out of a line up or describe him to a sketch artist so the chances were good that he didn't intend on her surviving this day.

But before going in for the kill she caught a blur of blue that hit the man in the ribs, a shoulder tackle from Ryder that had been dressed in the blue uniform of a prisoner. The struggle was brief, it was hard to say who would have won but it ended with the man fleeing after Ryder was slashed along the arm forcing him to let the man go.

The wound was serious but not life threatening.

“Are you OK? Who was that? How did they get in?” He clutched his arm after looking at the wound.

[happens to us all]

She let out a sigh of relief as she finally saw someone push against the assailant, and Ryder no less!

Pushing up to her feet as the man ran off, she looked at Ryder's arm. It seemed like quite the horrible wound indeed. "We SO need to get that checked on!" she insisted. "Is there a nurse or someone like that on scene?" She couldn't imagine this sort of medical emergency being a normal occurrence on a porn set, but given how her predecessor had quit over that strange dude, she had at least some hope. [color=hotpink]"Come on, let's get to the set before things get worse!"

Again, she felt a bit of regret at being naked at the moment, not having anything to cover up that nasty wound with. Well, at least Ryder had his uniform. "You should wrap your top around that wound, try to keep it from bleeding, you know?"

He shook his head, there was no such luck as having a nurse or paramedic on staff. The only doctors they tended to need were those that worked at the free clinic offering up their rounds of tests or treating any STDs that they might get.

“Face it. You just want to see me topless.”

At least Ryder was in good spirits. The shirt came off revealing his muscled body complete with tattoos. The wound looked bad requiring a few stitches. What was worse was the fact that one of the tats had been ruined and would need to redone.

“I was hear to re-shoot a brief scene were I was in the background. Looks like I'll have to have my arms covered in future ones. That guy, what's his face, Mark Hamill got in an auto wreck before Empire. That's why they had that whole scene with that snow beast in the beginning to explain the scars though I doubt that they'll add a scene on my account. Especially given that we're so behind as it is and have those re-shoots to do.”

Clearly the director was not pleased with the turn of events. Ryder insisted that he was alright but was being sent to the hospital. Thing was there was no one to take him, which would have ticked off the director more since one of the actors would have to take time out to take him.

“What about Shaiya? She's done for the day right? I'm assuming you already shot the big scene unless you like going around naked.” He winked at her.

He could drive himself too. He'd probably make a mess out of things but his wound was far from grave.

She was thankful that he seemed to be in good spirits. That was certainly a step above how it's been before. He certainly looked ripped as all hell, even if his arm would need to be stitched up. Hell, that he could even give her a history lesson was an impressive show indeed!

Taking him to the director, she was at least happy that he wasn't mad at Ryder for getting stabbed. Perhaps not everyone here was useless in an emergency situation. "Um, I could go," she said softly. "I mean, I'm not the BEST driver, but I'm sure nothing bad would happen."

However, that wasn't the only thing on her mind. "What about the attacker?" she asked. "We can't keep shooting while there's a fucking lunatic on the loose."

“We'll take care of it, where's that security guard any way? He better not be beating off!” It didn't look like shooting was going to halt. Someone at least got on a cell phone to call the police. She could only imagine that they would meet her at the hospital to gather a statement since no one here knew what she experienced outside of Ryder.

After dressing she took Ryder to the closet hospital. His arms would have been useless for driving since one had to place pressure on the wound. At the hospital it would be a while before they were seen. As was the case emergency rooms were a triage where the most serious cases where seen first. By the time Ryder was seen the cops arrived collecting a statement from her and whatever description she could provide. Questions came up about what she was doing, her role and it was clear that they knew about the porn shoot based on the location of the call and where it was placed from.

It was a private prison yet to be opened but that opening was soon based on the time constraints that they had with the place. It was clear that the director knew someone and got a brief time to film there before it began operations. This went beyond some low budget set that would have been obvious that it would have been a set. Apparently the director wanted some realism for whatever reason.

Afterward the emergency room thinned out. In time she would see fewer and fewer doctors and nurses. Even the receptionist disappeared. It was as if everyone in the hospital vanished. When the lights went out that fact was made clear. There was a child's giggle coming from somewhere ahead. Then silence. She was right there at one of the entrances so leaving was an option but there was no sign of Ryder.

The night was proving to be a long one. Driving to the hospital, talking to cops and waiting at the triage area. She'd probably talk to Ryder after they let him into a room to rest.

At least, that was the plan.

For some reason, the hospital started to thin out... To a disturbing degree, even. She was relatively certain hospitals didn't have this sort of lull, and even then, she was sure people didn't just leave the fucking place en masse. And yet, here she was. Alone. Save for a child, it seemed. Well, she knew nothing good could come of this, but she couldn't well leave without seeing that Ryder was okay at least. With that in mind, she made potentially the stupidest decision of her entire life and started walking toward the giggle.

Moving farther into the hospital it was disturbing at how empty the place was. That child kept moving away keeping the same distance between them she guessed. It was some sort of game of hide and seek. The child never responded to her calls if she made any.

Then it got quite once she was well away from that lobby. The sound was soon replaced by that of a bouncing red ball that came into view as it rolled around a corner. It was a clue to follow. The ball halted giving rise to the next clue, a sharp giggle and footsteps. She was getting close.

Hearing a ding and the opening and closing of doors it would come to no surprise that there were elevators around that corner. Two of them with one going down stopping at the basement.

Certainly she was being lured. It was not too late to turn back from all this that didn't seem to be making much sense at all.