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Chapter One: Slutta the Babebarian

“It looks like the tables have turned, Krakos! Now it’s time for me to show you how a barbarian fucks!”

Lindzi pounced on the large iguana, pinning him to the sand. She held her sword to his neck, the thick, dull edge pressed firm against his throat. Undoing his belt, she tossed his reptilian clothes aside and began to rub his enormous member with her free hand. It was awkward, trying to straddle her partner while putting a hand on his throat and groin, so she set the sword aside and began to work him with both hands.

Krakos, or rather Rod Thicke, pretended to struggle under Lindzi, tugging the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles taut as she started to work him with two hands. Rod tugged on the ropes a bit more, threatening to pull the tent pegs out of the soft, SoCal sand. “I’ll never give in to you, Slutta! Never!”

Turning around to shove her bushy snatch into his face, she worked his balls and shaft with her thin fingers, rubbing and squeezing slowly. Rod was a good woodsman and didn’t need a lot of encouragement to get hard, his ten inch length looking all the more oversized in Lindzi’s small hands.

Lindzi kissed the tip of his shaft, rubbing her tongue against it slightly. “It seems you already have, Krakos. Face it, you lizard legionnaires are no match for a true barbarian queen!” Swishing her bushy fox tail in Rod’s face, Lindzi bent down a bit, putting Rod’s shaft into her long canine muzzle. She pushed it against her cheeks until it hurt, showing the camera a good bulge before she began to work up and down on it. She nipped him lightly, putting her lips over her teeth as she slobbered along his length. If she was going to get to throating him she needed to do it now, before he got too hard.

Lining herself up, she shifted to straddling Rod’s chest, her body now on all fours. At five foot two, she was a full ten inches shorter than Rod, and his high school football chest spread her thighs painfully far apart. Still, she knew the camera needed to get a good look at her snatch, which was still wet with Rod’s spittle from the earlier “torture” scene. He’d be eating her out again in a minute, but right now Lindzi was trying to just show it off to the camera behind her while sucking down Rod’s cock for the camera in front of her. Shooting twice as much footage meant less time spent out in the August desert sun.

Bracing her hands on Rod’s thighs, Lindzi took a deep breath and began to push the lizard’s enormous cock into her muzzle, pressing it past her tongue and into her throat. She squeezed her left hand into a fist around her thumb, a trick she’d learned in her “casting couch” days to suppress her gag reflex. Rod’s shaft was still dusty and sandy from an earlier fight scene, the grit threatening to make her cough, but still she managed to keep going until her cold nose tapped against his balls. She held it for a few seconds and then slid back, her small chest gasping for air as she broke free. She grinned and looked up, then blanched as she realized she was looking straight into the lens of the camcorder.

“Dammit Lindzi, cut! And take five!”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know the fucking camera was right the fuck in front of me?” Lindzi stood to her feet, brushing the dust off of her knees before stomping past the crew to an umbrella-shaded lawn chair. Grabbing a beer out of a nearby cooler, she rubbed it against her forehead before cracking it open and draining half the can.

“You’re supposed to be a fucking professional, Lindzi.” The director, a portly weasel with a New Jersey haircut, stumbled over in his white leisure suit. His gold chains and watch glistened in the sun, causing Lindzi to put her hand over her eyes. “Where the fuck do you think the camera’s going to be when you’ve got some dude’s balls on your nose?”

“Off to the fucking side, where it usually fucking is.” Lindzi sipped at the beer until it was done, crushing the can and chucking it over her shoulder. She opened a second one but nursed it gently. She curled up a bit, putting on her most childish pout, covering her tits with her knees while leaving her snatch exposed. She knew Tony liked that, and that really, he was quite pleased with her performance. He just needed to show his authority in front of the crew.

Tony sat down and lit a cigarette, blowing the first puff of smoke out past Lindzi’s face. She ignored it — she was used to it after all, the only time Tony wasn’t smoking was when he was showering or sleeping, and she’d long since grown to enjoy the smell. “Look, you know the script called for Hank to get some non-traditional angles in there. Customers don’t want shit that’s always the same, and every time you throat a cock, it’s been the same side shot over and over again. We discussed this.”

“Yeah well you could have had Hank tell me where he was.” Lindzi reached over to Tony’s jacket, helping herself to a cigarette right out of his breast pocket. “I mean it’s not like we fucking record sound out here, that’s the reason you drag me to a fucking sound studio at nine in the fucking AM in two days.”

Tony lit Lindzi’s cigarette and then waddled over to the cooler, grabbing a soda. He sipped it, swapping it out for his cigarette every few minutes. “Look, I get that you’re hot and tired. I fucking am too, and we’re running out of daylight anyway. What’s say we cut the doggie style shit and just use the two cameras to make the cowgirl scene twice as long?”

“Fine with me.” Lindzi pushed the remains of her cigarette into the half empty beer can and then set it on the ground, standing up and stretching a bit. Clad only in her fake leather arm guards and fake animal skin boots, she was the opposite of self conscious, pretending to take no notice at the various crew members who stared at her pert breasts or ample brown muff. Yes, she had the sort of waifish thin body that most females only dreamed of. Yes, she had legs that seemed to go on forever. She used to make a big deal about these things, and care about the way everyone on the set stared at her naked body. But after a year and a half on the job she couldn’t be asked to care. It was just part of the job, like the cocaine, the re-shoots and the occasional aches and pains from deep inside her well-stretched cunt.

Tony climbed into his director’s chair, the wooden legs creaking and sagging under his weight. “All right, everybody back to your places.”

Lindzi mounted Rod again, sticking her ass in his face and curling back her tail. He was still mostly hard, a tribute to his skill. Lindzi spat on his shaft and worked him a bit with her hands, warming him back up to full mast. Pornographic sex was more acting and athleticism than it was love making, and Lindzi took pride in her ability to keep her co-stars going. The sooner he got hard, the sooner she could fuck him. And she sooner she could fuck him, the sooner she could fuck off and get high as a kite.

“And rolling!”

Lindzi leaned back a bit, pushing her rump into Rod’s face. “Lick me, unless you’d rather taste my steel than my snatch!” She winced a bit, Rod’s cold reptilian tongue stinging her hot sex as she adjusted herself for the best angle. Using her ears to keep tabs on the nearby cameras, she leaned forward and arched her back, giving the lenses the best view of her backside. She slid her hand down her stomach and between her legs, spreading her lower lips lewdly as Rod flicked his tongue up, down and inside of them. His showy technique felt more like having uncooked calamari shoved between her legs than anything else, but Lindzi moaned and whimpered in faux ecstasy.

“Enough of that tongue. Let’s see how you ride!” Standing up slowly, she turned around to face Rod, squatting over his crotch and gripping his shaft with one hand. Balancing herself with the other, she slowly moved down to her knees and began to rub his length against her sex, flopping it back and forth against the folds. She couldn’t tell if she was sufficiently wet down there, but with the cameras rolling she didn’t have time to check. She pushed him against her, letting out a sigh of relief as she felt him pass into her easily, her well-stretched hole enveloping his length as she put her weight on it.

While not painful, the sensation of having a giant cock shoved up her snatch wasn’t pleasurable either. It wasn’t that Lindzi was burned out on sex; far from it. But huge fat cocks weren’t her thing any more than was the sensation of another girl licking away between her thighs. It wasn’t the sex itself but everything that surrounded it that she enjoyed. It was the way everyone looked at her when she did it. If she had a fetish, it was showing off, and while the sensation flowing between her hips barely registered, the thought of thousands of males watching her on videotape in their dark studio apartments set her loins on fire.

Once she’d pushed Rod’s length in as far as it would go she began to bob up and down on it, shaking her ass and swishing her tail from side to side. Throwing in some feigned moans and air hissed between her teeth for good measure, she worked her hips this way and that, moving them from side to side and grinding firmly on the downstrokes. She looked over her shoulder, doing her best to smile for the camera as she gripped Rod by the shoulders and rode him like a mechanical bull, her movements exaggerated and broad.

Gripping her ass with one hand she put in a few more hard pumps, letting the cameras get a good look at the length sliding back and forth inside her muff. She could feel her hair down there rubbing up against his wet length, tickling her slightly. Silence from Tony let her know that he liked what he was seeing, and she kept it going for a few seconds before pulling off, letting the wet shaft slap lewdly against her thighs.

“Ok, circle around to the front for the money shot!” Tony got out of his chair, trotting over to the cameras as they stopped the tape and began to reposition the tripods. “Rod, you need anything to get you stimulated?”

“Shit, I’ve been running out of things to keep me unstimulated.” Rod grinned, twisting his hips to waggle his wet shaft in the air. “Go ahead and blow this candle already, I wanna get paid and on the road before the traffic picks up.”

Lindzi rolled her eyes but said nothing. She was ready for this to be over with as well, and the sooner this lizard shot his jizz out over her face, the better. Spinning around again, she closed her eyes and opened her muzzle, leaning in awkwardly to try and get as much of her cleavage as she could into the shot. As soon as she got the signal she began to work him with both hands, squeezing and massaging and milking him. After what seemed like an eternity she finally felt ropes of warm, wet liquid splattering on her face and chest. As usual, almost none of it landed in her mouth, but she pretended to lick up what was on her face like it was some great prize.

“An adequate mount, but it tires quickly.” Lindzi stood up, grabbing her barbarian costume and haphazardly shoving it on. She picked up the big metal sword, almost losing her balance as she swung the heavy metal up onto her shoulders.

“Don’t leave me here!” pleaded Rod, tugging hard against his restraints. “What if my men find me?”

“I’d be more worried about the ants and spiders finding you. They can get pretty big out here.” Lindzi strutted off away from the camera, disappearing down a ledge as she waited for Tony to call “cut.” By the time she hiked back up the ledge, Rod had freed himself and the crew was hastily packing up the gear, shoving mics, lights and cameras back into their bags. The tapes were handed over to Tony, ready to be edited down into the final product.

Tony patted the tapes and grinned. “Good work everybody. Line up at the trailer to get your envelopes. Except you, Lindzi. I’ve got something to discuss with you in the limo.”

Lindzi grinned, grabbing a towel off one of the lawn chairs and wiping her face and chest. She quickly shucked her costume, pretending not to notice all the eyes staring at her as she walked over to the car wearing nothing but her makeup. Everyone knew what she was going to do in there, which of course made it all the more appealing. Money was good. Drugs were better. But all those looks — whether filled with lust, envy or disgust — that was the best of all.

Closing the door behind her, Lindzi crawled into the rear of the limo and sat on Tony’s lap. Despite the chilly air conditioning he was still sweating hard. She pulled his handkerchief out of his suit jacket and began to daub at his forehead. “Did I do good, daddy?” Her sappy voice was humiliating, but worth it for the way it turned Tony from tyrant into toddler in seconds.

“Yes, you did very well.” Tony’s rough hands groped and fondled at Lindzi mercilessly, rubbing and squeezing and pinching. She had long since gotten used to his clumsy fondling, ignoring the fact that he pawed her over more like a meal than like a living being. Despite the fact that he was nearly forty he had all the patience and grace of a teenager on prom night.

“Does that mean that you’ll buy me that dress I wanted?” Like she had to ask! In addition to free use of his bedroom and garage, Tony had given Lindzi a credit card, the bill for which she’d never even seen. Still, milking presents out of Tony reminded him that he owed her, instead of the other way around. Lindzi was on the bottom, lording over the top. Not bad for someone who only turned nineteen three months earlier.

“Yes, of course, anything you want.” Tony’s fingers pressed deep into Lindzi’s muff, making her wince. He could at least have the foresight to trim those haggard claws of his from time to time. “But first you need to do something for me.”

Lindzi put on her best pouty face, batting her eyelashes even as she straddled Tony’s waist. “But Tony, I’m so tired. I mean, you saw how hard I was working out there today, giving it my all.”

Tony licked his lips, fumbling his belt open and shoving his pants down, his small prick barely sticking out past the lip of his stomach. “Yeah, I saw all right. And I’ve been blue-balling all day for some hot vixen cunt. Now c’mon, give Daddy what he wants.”

“At least let me get it wet first.” She slid down on to her knees, the thick carpeting crackling a little under her touch. She kissed Tony’s cock, then slid it into her mouth, swishing it around and lapping it with her tongue. Even with her nose pressed tight against his stomach, he didn’t touch the back of her throat. It was pathetic. It wasn’t just the size, it was that he didn’t know how to use it.

“It’s wet enough!” Tony whimpered, his tone more petulant than demanding. He grabbed Lindzi by her hair, and she pretended to be overpowered as he pushed her onto all fours, running his fingers through her muff before shoving his length in.

“No Daddy, please don’t be like this! I’m a good girl!” Lindzi was glad she had her face buried in that nasty carpet, it kept Tony from seeing how she was trying not to laugh. This was how Tony wanted it; no intimacy, no caresses, not even to see her face. He wanted to be some big stud, pounding one anonymous cunt after the other. Lindzi groaned, pretending to try and get away from him even as she bit her lip to keep from giggling.

The whole affair was over in less than five minutes, and except for her tousled hair, Lindzi was no worse for wear. She rolled her eyes back until they hurt, trying to force some tears to go with her sniffles. As she turned around, Tony collapsed back into his seat, wiping his brow with his handkerchief as his shaft shriveled and disappeared beneath his gut. “You didn’t need to be so rough, Daddy!”

“How about a little bonus to make up for it?” Tony reached into a nearby ashtray, popping it out and retrieving a small vial from underneath. He tapped out the contents onto the top of his hand, the powder settling into a tiny pile as he did so.

Lindzi’s carefully controlled demeanor collapsed when she laid eyes on the powder. Her tail wagging, she crawled over to Tony and put her nose to his hand, clamping down one nostril and snorting with the other. It burned at first, prompting Lindzi to fan her nose as she sat back down, her legs splayed lewdly on the carpeting as she grabbed on to the door handle for balance. Instantly everything seemed better. Her hair and snatch didn’t ache. The lousy sex she’d just had left her memory entirely. There were bursts of energy surging through her, making her tail stiffen and her toes curl. She crawled up Tony’s chest and kissed him right on the lips, wrapping her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you Daddy.”

“You know you love it, Lindzi.” Tony seemed indifferent to Lindzi’s intimate attentions, instead focusing on getting his pants up and his cigarette lit. He jammed his fat thumb down on the intercom button. “Driver? Take me home.”