Porn Star (26 page)

Cassidy’s show was over and she was
disappointed that she had to leave the stage. She wanted to do like
at home, go to the dressing room and come back on a little later.
Unfortunately, the crowd had dispersed and the only person left was
colonel Schlickman who was now up on the stage hounding Cassidy
like a love struck groupie.

“You must come to my home tonight,” he said
to her as she wiped the cum off her back and legs. “I will have a
special meal prepared for you. What do you like?”

Reasonably clean, Cassidy stepped over to the
Colonel and gave him a good close up look at her naked body. “Do I
have a choice?” she asked.

“Sure, you can say no,” Schlinkman
replied.

“What happens to me if I say no?”

“I eat by myself, like usual.”

“Why do I have the feeling you're not telling
me the truth?” Cassidy asked.

“Probably because I forced you to do this
show and now you don’t trust me.”

“Wow, that was actually an honest answer. I
thought you were going to feed me some bullshit about my childhood
and trust issues.”

Schlinkman, realizing he had played his cards
right now went in for the closer. “So will you join me
tonight?”

Cassidy pondered the request and chewed on it
for a while. She liked to make men wait. It was part of her power.
“What’s on the menu?”

“What would you like?”

“Red Lobster.”

“We don’t have a Red Lobster, we can’t even
get seafood out here. We live in the woods like a bunch of
squirrels. What would your second choice be, and remember, there
are no restaurants around here.”

“I like Mexican,” Cassidy replied.

“We are all of German ancestry, not a lot of
taco eaters around here.”

“What do you guys eat?”

“We like sausage, and sauerkraut, and
anything that looks like a wiener.”

“That sounds really gay,” Cassidy said. “You
like wieners?”

“I like to eat wieners, I don’t have sex with
them like you do.”

“I like to have sex with wieners then eat
them,” Cassidy snapped back.

“That doesn’t surprise me. So do you want to
come to my place tonight for my wiener or not?” Schlickman
asked.

“I’ll come for your wiener,” Cassidy replied.
“But no sex, unless you have three hundred dollars.”

“I’m the colonel, you should have sex with
me, it would be good for you. It would get you special privileges
around camp. Like extra towels and maybe get to avoid laundry day
at the river.”

“You expect me to do laundry? Do you know who
I am?”

“Yes, I have your DVD’s, I know who you are,
but you don’t get out of doing your chores. We all work around
here.”

“So if I let you fuck me, I can get out of
chores?”

“Yes, you will be my bitch and won’t have to
do any labor.”

Cassidy laughed a little when he called her
his bitch. “I’m married, the only man that

can call me his bitch is him.”

“Your husband is currently out in the woods
hauling produce to market.”

“That’s Dennis my photographer, not my
husband. My husband is back in South Dakota with my kids.”

Schlickman’s face showed the disappointment
he was feeling in his gut. He thought he had a sure fire way to get
her to fuck him on a regular basis and now it was falling through.
“If you want out of your chores, you will fuck me three times a
week that is my deal, otherwise you will be feeding hogs, doing
laundry at the river and plucking chickens. You think about
that.”

“What is plucking chickens?” Cassidy
asked.

“You stupid woman, how do you think they get
the feathers off the chicken?”

“I always get my chicken from Long Johns,
there is no feathers on them,” she replied like a blonde idiot.

“You no longer live in the city, this is the
woods,

+and we do things the old way. We grow our
own food, make our own clothes and pluck our own chickens.”

“Wait, you say you make your own clothes?
Then why the retro Nazi look?” she asked pointing to Schickman’s
shirt.

“We didn’t make these, we bought them online
from a costume company that was going out of business.”

“Do you realize what kind of uniforms those
are?”

“Yeah, but nobody around here gives a shit
and they didn’t have to make them themselves. Do you know how hard
it is to loom cotton? It’s a bitch and that’s another job you won’t
have to do if you agree to my terms.”

“You’re terms huh? What do I have to do on
those three nights?”

“The same things you do in your DVD’s,” he
replied.

“How long each night? Twenty minutes?”

“No, three hours, minimum,” Schlickman
replied.

“How long does it take to wash the laundry at
the river?”

“I don’t know, I don’t do laundry. I guess
about the same.”

“I’ll wash laundry then,” Cassidy replied to
his horror.

“You’d pick scrubbing dirty laundry over
rocks to having sex with me? You have sex with all sorts of men,
and women, and things.”

“Yes I do, but for ten minutes at a time and
then they cut me a check. Three hours with you would be
torture.”

“That is cruel, you don’t know me, I may be
the best lover you ever had!” Schlinkman yelled.

“I don’t even like sex that much. I’ve been
in over three hundred DVD’s and have never had an orgasm.”

“What?”

“I’m an exhibitionist. I do this for the
attention. I don’t like sex unless I have a camera on me or an
audience watching. I get off on people getting off on me,” Cassidy
replied. “If you want to schedule sex with a group watching, and
paying, sure, I’ll do that.”

“I do not want anyone watching me have sex,
which is gross!” Schlinkman replied.

“You’re gross, I’m hot. I have an ass to die
for.”

Schlinkman hung his head in dismay realizing
he wasn’t going to live his dream of fucking a porn star three
nights a week. “Then it’s off to the river for you. its laundry day
and they need women to scrub.”

“Fine, point me in the right direction,”
Cassidy replied.

“No, you will be escorted, I’m not letting my
prize possession walk into the woods and escape. You have many
shows ahead of you to perform.”

The colonel signaled for one of his men to
come up on stage, he informed him of what he wanted and the man
escorted Cassidy off the stage and back to her room to get changed
for scrubbing detail. Schlinkman was now so disappointed he felt he
needed to vent. Only there was no one around for him to vent to or
vent on. Instead he sulked back to his office and shut the
door.

Dennis decided he had had enough of this
bullshit and it was time to defend himself. He knew he had some
super powers, didn’t know all of them yet, but knew he had enough
to get back to camp unharmed. He sat down across the table from the
commander who was very surprised to see such behavior. He wasn’t
used to insubordination. The Colonel sipped his tea and addressed
Dennis. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Dennis put his right hand on top of the table
and drummed his fingers. “My feet hurt.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your feet, if you
don’t get back up immediately, you won’t have feet anymore.”

“Threaten me all you want, I’ve had it. Do
your worst,” Dennis taunted.

The Colonel leaned back in his chair and
pushed his cup of tea to the side. It all of a sudden felt like a
game of chess. The colonel looked to one of the guards and signaled
for a weapon. In a moment he held a knife and a pistol in his hand.
”You like games?” the colonel asked.

“No, not really,” Dennis replied. “I’m
leaving in a few minutes anyway, I don’t want to start a new game
if I can’t finish it.”

The Colonel tossed the knife over to Dennis
where it landed a few inches from the table edge. Dennis ignored
the knife and kept his eyes on the Colonel, peering into his eyes
trying to read his thoughts.

“What’s this?” Dennis asked. “I don’t want
your knife.”

“Only a fool would turn down a weapon, you
can use it to defend yourself.”

“You have a gun, I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were stupid, don’t assume
anything, take the knife, I won’t shoot you. If I were going to
shoot you, I would have by now.”

Something about what the Colonel made sense,
but Dennis was still hesitant to pick up the knife. He did anyway.
“There, now what?” Dennis asked.

“I want you to leave, go into the woods and
never come back.”

Dennis sat there and got a confused look on
his face. “I was going to do that anyway.”

“Not back to the camp, you must go deeper
into the woods, away from where you came from.”

“I’ll go where ever I God damn please!”
Dennis replied with a clenched jaw.

The Colonel aimed his gun at Dennis’s face
and said, “These bullets are special, they will go through two inch
thick steel. Now if you want to continue to play me, keep it up,
otherwise, get out of my chair, away from my table and get your ass
on the path out of here.”

“Shoot me,” Dennis replied. “I’d rather die
now than end up lost in some fucking forrest starving to
death.”

“You think I’m bluffing?”

“No, I don’t want to go into the woods, I’m
going to get back up and head back to camp.”

The Colonel shot off a round over Dennis’s
head. The pop startled him but didn’t change his mind. Dennis stood
up and headed back to the walking path towards camp. He heard a few
more pops, felt a sting or two on his back and kept walking. It was
pretty obvious that the Colonel’s bullets were no match for
Dennis’s bullet resistant skin.”

Dennis found his way back to camp and to
Colonel Schlickman’s quarters. He decided not to knock on his door
but instead walk on in and give him a piece of his mind before
leaving with Cassidy. Once the door was open, he looked around the
front room and found no one there, then he spied a second room
through a doorway. It was there he heard the sounds of huffing and
puffing and a bed frame squeaking in rhythm. The noise sparked his
curiosity so he walked over to the doorway where he saw Schlickman
on top of Cassidy, who was tied to the bed posts being raped. .

Not wanting to alert Schlickman, Dennis
walked in the room and found the rapist’s pants on the floor.He
bend over, picked them up and silently removed the belt. Dennis
then ran the end of the belt through the buckle and made a simple
noose. Still remaining silent, he then tip toed over to the bed and
stood over the man who he was trying to subdue. Cassidy was
blindfolded and had no idea that Dennis was there, she lay and took
the abuse in silence.

Making a few practice moves, Dennis prepared
to run the belt loop around Schlickman’s neck. On a silent count of
three, he slipped the noose over the rapist’s neck and pulled up
tight pulling Schickman’s head backwards. Once Dennis had the belt
tight, he pulled until he was able to yank the rapist onto the
floor with a thud. It was then that Cassidy realized something was
up and started yelling for help.

“It’s me,” Dennis said to Cassidy, I got
him.”

Schlickman squirmed around on the floor
trying to pull the belt loose from around his neck. The more he
struggled, the tighter Dennis pulled. After thirty seconds or so,
Schlickman started to turn bright red, then blue and then lose
conscience.

“What are you doing?” Cassidy asked trying to
see through her blindfold.

“Give me a second” Dennis replied. “I got
something going on.” Dennis then spied a chair and set it under a
ceiling joist near the bed. With his super strength, he lifted
Schlickman’s pasty, naked body up close to the ceiling, looped the
belt over the joist and tied the end into a square knot with his
one free hand. He made a second knot to be sure and then let
Schlickman hang from the belt. He was no longer squirming and hung
without resistance. Maybe he was dead, maybe not, but he would be
soon either way.

“Ok, I think I have this under control now,”
Dennis said looking through the bedroom drawers for a pair of
scissors or something he could use to cut Cassidy’s bindings. He
found a pair of beard clippers and brought them over to the bed and
sliced through the cloth restraints. It didn’t take long for all
four of her limbs to be free and her blindfold removed. It was then
she noticed Schickman hanging at the foot of her bed by his belt.
“Holy shit, how strong are you?” she asked.

“I don’t know, strong enough to string up
that fucker,” Dennis repled. “And I noticed that I am getting more
and more bullet resistant. Almost bullet proof. Whatever those eggs
were I got up my ass are really doing their job.”

“You know, I’ve noticed a few things about
you that don’t seem the same as I remember. Maybe those eggs are
fucking with you.”

“Like what?” Dennis asked.

“Well, you seem to be more hairy than before.
And you have a funny smell, like old socks.”

“I haven’t had a decent bath in weeks, I’m
sure I smell, so do you.”

“No, it’s not body odor, it’s more like
vomit.”

“Vomit?” Dennis asked.

“I don’t know how to describe it, it’s kind
of gross.”

“Anything else?” Dennis asked in disgust.

“Yeah, you have skin tags growing all over
your back and neck.”

Feeling the bumps on his neck, Dennis
replied, “Yeah, I noticed that too. Thought maybe it was like acne
or something.”