The New Adventures Of Freedom Chick: Enter Dr X - Chapter 2

Author: Trent Wolf
Time to Read:49min
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Added Date:3/16/2023

Warning! The following contains material of an adult nature and intended for mature readers. Author’s note: This story takes places prior to The Adventures of Freedom Chick: Trials of Dr. X. Freedom Chick. Characters are owned and copyrighted © 2002 Wolfworks Entertainment.

1970’s San Francisco

The story so far: Gloria Breckinridge, otherwise known as the feminist defender Freedom Chick, has recovered from her devastating encounter with Dr. X and Nurse Honey. She returned to the scene to mete out her own brand of vigilante justice but found the warehouse abandoned instead. Now she is turning San Francisco upside down to find clues to the whereabouts of her hated enemy, who not only violated her virtue, but also had the temerity to film his vile acts. Meanwhile, her pretty teenage lover Ewa cannot figure out why Gloria is behaving so strangely toward her.

The Home of Freedom Chick

Gloria Breckinridge lay in her bed with her back arched upward while the head of her nubile teen lover Ewa was buried between her quivering thighs. Poor Ewa had been going at it for over an hour now, but Gloria showed no signs of allowing the Swedish beauty any respite from the intense oral pleasuring. Her jaw was getting very sore now but Gloria had her blonde locks clenched tight in her fists. Ewa couldn’t even tell Gloria that she needed a break.

“Lick it! Harder! Deeper!” Gloria screamed out as she winced and groaned, her head flailing and tossing from side to side on the pillow. The auburn-haired voluptuary was becoming increasingly frustrated that she could not achieve release. Ever since her devastating encounter with Dr. X, it seemed that she was unable to have an orgasm whenever she made love to Ewa. She wrote it off to the fact that she was still somewhat traumatized by the ordeal, but what confused her was that she was still so desperate to climax. It just seemed that Ewa was unable to completely satisfy her.

What troubled Gloria even more was that she was encountering more subtle urges that would have normally repelled her. It was an unexplained need for a man’s cock. Every time the thoughts of a hard member crossed her mind, she tried to block it out. She was a full-fledged lesbian for cripes sake! What in the world was the matter with her? No matter how hard she tried though, Gloria became wet at the thought of a man inside her. When she went on patrol as Freedom Chick and encountered certain men in the street, she had to fight back the urge to strip and fuck them.

“All right, that’s enough!” Gloria sighed with frustration. She yanked Ewa’s head out of her lap, and the young blonde gasped with surprise as Gloria grunted and slammed her fists into the mattress.

“What is the matter?” Ewa asked, puzzled by Gloria’s reaction. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Gloria snapped. “I don’t know!”

“Is there anything I can do, my love?”

Gloria looked at Ewa, whose bright blue eyes seemed on the verge of tears. Something about her made Gloria uncomfortable. But what was it? Before Mr. X she couldn’t get enough of her fresh-faced young lover. They made love intimately every night after her long days fighting injustice to females as her alter ego, Freedom Chick. Now Ewa just seemed like a whiny brat who was clinging on to her. She felt suffocated. And it didn’t help matters that Gloria was tiring of her once-cute Swedish accent.

“Why don’t you go out and get a job?” Gloria suddenly suggested out of the blue.

Stunned, Ewa replied, “What?”

“Why don’t you go out and do something besides sitting around the house watching television and painting your toenails?”

“But I thought you did not want me to work?” Ewa replied.

“Well, I changed my mind!”

“But what kind of work should I do?”

“Do I have to do all your thinking for you?” Gloria exclaimed. “Use your cute looks and find something. Get a job as a model or an actress or something!”

“But you said models and actresses were exploited by men and…”

“Never mind what I said!” Gloria interrupted in frustration. “Just find something to do!”

Ewa’s lip quivered and now tears were brimming in her shocked and saddened eyes. Gloria had never spoken to her like this before. What had that evil Dr. X done to make her act this way? She couldn’t understand it.

“Yes, Gloria,” Ewa replied softly, looking down on the bed as if she were a scolded puppy.

“I have to get going,” Gloria said, now feeling awkward and ashamed by her outburst. She promptly jumped out of bed and left Ewa alone in the bedroom. Gloria slammed the door to the bathroom so she could take a shower and get dressed. Just before she turned on the water, she could hear a faint sobbing. Gloria suddenly hated herself for hurting Ewa, but she convinced herself it was for Ewa’s own good. After all, she couldn’t go through life without some kind of working skills, could she? ‘What if something happened to me?’ Gloria thought.

Gloria tried to block any more thoughts of Ewa out of her mind as she stepped under the hot steaming showerhead. She soaped up her curvaceous 38-24-36 body and when her hand wandered over the area between her legs, Gloria was suddenly overcome with arousal. She couldn’t get her fingers inside her wet slit fast enough, but no matter how hard she fantasized of past Sapphic lovemaking, she could not get herself off and obtain climax. It was only when an image flashed in her mind of a fully naked man with a stiff erection that Gloria was overcome with ecstasy.

“No!” Gloria whispered as she slammed a fist against the tile. She didn’t want to betray her natural tendencies and give in to what she knew would have been a powerful orgasm. She detested men and all their perverted ways. She could not give in to those urges!

Fully frustrated and charged up, Gloria stepped out of the shower, quickly toweled off and blow-dried her long auburn tresses. Then she stepped into her walk-in closet and put on her Freedom Chick costume in a deliberate ritual, slipping her legs into her panties, tugging on her white hot pants, wrapping a thick leather belt around her slim waist, putting her arms into the billowy sleeves of her satin halter-top, and stepping into a pair of bright red Go-Go boots that zipped up the sides. Last, she placed a choker around her slender neck, allowing the gold female symbol to dangle just above her abundant cleavage.

She slipped through a passageway into her garage and straddled her 1500 CC custom chopper. After she slipped on a pair of blue kid leather riding gloves and aviator shades, Freedom Chick kick started the chrome and leather machine and it rumbled to life. The sound sensitive garage door opened automatically, and Freedom Chick roared out into the street.

The star spangled heroine was in a bad mood and ready to kick some ass.

Haight-Asbury

A bright blue VW van pulled up to curb and conked out, smoke billowing out from under the rear engine cover. A pretty young brunette named Starr was driving the van while her cute lesbian girlfriend Dana casually smoked a doobie in the passenger side.

“Fuck!” Starr cursed with disgust. She slammed her fist on the dashboard. “I hate this piece of shit van!”

“Cool it,” Dana warned when she noticed the red and blue flashing lights of an SFPD squad car as it pulled up behind them. “It’s the fuzz!”

“Oh, shit!” Starr groaned while Dana quickly stamped out the roach in the ashtray in a panic. They were always getting hassled by the cops. Just because they were a part of the counter-culture, so-called “hippies”, as well as bra-burning liberated women, but that didn’t give the cops the right to oppress them. “All right, just be cool, Dana.”

A burly police officer stepped out of the cruiser and strolled up the driver’s side of the van while his partner stepped over to the passenger’s side. Dana began to twirl the ends of her long silky blonde hair nervously with one finger when she noticed that the cop coming up to her side had his baton in his meaty hands, and the burly officer was rolling it in his thick fists.

The first officer, whose silver nametag read “Nicholson”, leaned in the window, peering at Starr from behind his mirrored shades and flashing his teeth, “How’re you young ladies doing today?”

“We’re just fine,” Starr answered with wide-eyed innocence. “Is there a problem officer?”

“Damn right there is,” Nicholson said without missing a beat. “You’re in a ‘No Parking’ zone.”

“I’m sorry officer, but my van just gave out on me,” Starr said with a helpless tone. Maybe she could finesse her way out of trouble. These dumb cops were clueless, for sure. “It’s just a little overheated. If you give me a few minutes, I’ll get it started again. It does this all the time.”

“Is that right?” Nicholson replied. “Seems to me you’ve got a few other problems than this van.”

“Excuse me?”

“You smell something, O’Brien?” Nicholson called over to his partner, who was leaning on the passenger’s side window taking an eyeful of Dana’s tanned bare legs in her cut off shorts.

“Sure do,” O’Brien sniffed. “I think I smell some of that evil weed, marijuana.”

“Please step out of the van,” Nicholson said, his smile subtly changing from charming to menacing. When the two girls hesitated, O’Brien snatched the handle and yanked the passenger door open and glared angrily at Dana, just itching for her to resist.

“Right now, ladies!” Nicholson barked, “You don’t want to get my partner upset. He hasn’t had his coffee yet, and he’s very irritable this morning.”

Starr and Dana glanced at each other and sighed, knowing they were in for a major hassle. Then they both reluctantly climbed out of the van. When Dana took too long for O’Brien’s satisfaction, he snatched her by the wrist and shoved her toward the squad car.

“Owww! That hurt!” Dana complained as she grabbed at her wrist.

“Shut your pie hole!” O’Brien growled as he held up his baton in a slightly threatening manner, and Dana’s body seized up with fear. The cop had a psychotic look in his pale blue eyes.

Starr and Dana were ordered to place their hands on the hood of the squad car. Then Nicholson ordered O’Brien to search the van.

“Hey! You don’t have probable cause!” Starr complained. “I know my rights. This is illegal, man.”

Starr gasped when Nicholson was suddenly on her like a hawk. He seized the back of her neck in a vise-like grip and slamming her down flat on the hood of the car. She grunted with pain, and Nicholson leaned close enough so she could smell his cheap aftershave. He hissed in her ear, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your hole shut unless I ask you to open it. Got it?”

Starr nodded furiously while Dana looked on nervously, not daring to move an inch. Just then O’Brien returned with a big grin on his face. In one hand he had the remains of Dana’s roach, which he found in the ashtray. In the other was a small bag of green content. “Looky what I found.”

“Well, well,” Nicholson said as he took the baggie and opened it up for a whiff. “What have we got here? Grass? Weed? Hemp? Columbian? Mary Jane? Cannabis? Acapulco Gold?”

Starr and Dana stared wide-eyed as both their mouths fell open in shock and outrage. Neither of them had ever seen that baggie before. This was a set up. The cops were planting dope on them.

“That’s not ours!” Starr protested loudly.

“Looks like an ounce,” Nicholson surmised. “That’s some serious jail time, ladies.”

“You can’t do this to us!” Dana exclaimed, on the verge of tears.

“We better pat them down and see what else they might have,” Nicholson said to his leering partner.

O’Brien unleashed a big shit-eating grin and sheathed his baton. Then both cops kicked the girl’s legs apart and began to frisk them as the teens leaned over with their hands on the squad car. They took their sweet time about it, running their hands over and over the girls svelte hips, waists, and down over their bare thighs, even though both girls wore shorts. Nicholson gave special attention to Starr’s firm ass while O’Brien let his hands roam over and over Dana’s supple breasts, feeling her nipples up through the tight white T-shirt she wore with no bra underneath. Nicholson stuffed his hand into Starr’s front pocket and pulled out a small two-inch pocketknife.

“Look at this O’Brien,” Nicholson smiled. “A concealed weapon.”

“A concealed weapon?” Starr erupted with shock. “I clean my nails with that. This is bullshit.”

“Watch your mouth!” Nicholson snarled and clamped his hand on her neck again. “Or I’ll add resisting an officer, too.”

“Cuff ‘em?” O’Brien asked his partner.

“Yep,” Nicholson answered.

O’Brien looked as if he’d been given the keys to a candy store, and with swift precision, he snatched his silver cuffs from his belt with one hand while he slammed Dana down on the hood of the squad car with the other. Before Dana could even react, both her arms were yanked behind her back, one wrist on top of the other, while O’Brien snapped the cuffs on overly tight. Meanwhile, Nicholson was doing the same to Starr until both girls were properly restrained and grunting with discomfort as they lay over the hood of the squad car.

“Keep an eye on ‘em while I run their plates,” Nicholson said. O’Brien grinned while his partner climbed into his squad car and called in the van’s license and registration to check for priors. The side street was fairly empty, so O’Brien took full advantage of the two pretty young girls by copping feels from each one while Nicholson took his time on the radio. The girls complained and tried to squirm away, but O’Brien was relentless with his meaty hands. After awhile, Nicholson came back strolling casually.

“Looks like you two ladies have been pretty clean,” Nicholson said, and then he looked over at his partner. “You know O’Brien, I’m feeling kind of generous today.”

“Oh, yeah?” smirked O’Brien. He could tell Nicholson was up to something.

He leaned close to Starr and Dana and spoke softly. “I think we can work out something here.”

Starr and Dana glanced at each other. They didn’t like the sound of that.

“What did you have in mind?” Starr asked meekly.

“Me and my partner are going to take turns with you and your pretty little friend in the back of your van,” Nicholson grinned.

“What?” Starr asked in stunned disbelief. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. When the realization hit her, she became extremely distressed. These pigs wanted to have sex with the two of them in exchange for letting them go. She looked at Dana, who appeared confused and afraid.

Starr’s first instinct was to struggle and scream, but from the look on O’Brien’s face and the way he kept gripping his baton, she thought better of it. They would both be most likely be brutalized, and then taken to jail anyway. At least this way they would be let go, but then she thought of Dana, and her protectiveness for her young lover took over. She told Nicholson as softly as possible so as not to alert Dana, “Look, I’ll do whatever you want. And I’ll even do it with your partner, but please not with my friend. She’s real…sensitive. Please!”

Nicholson looked at Starr with a sudden realization and smiled with delight. These girls were all out lesbians! Carpet munching hippies with hot little bodies. He looked over at the blonde and decided she was a bit to skinny for his tastes, even though she had a nice set of perky tits. But the brunette was more to his liking. Her thick pouting lips were made to be wrapped around his Johnson. She looked like a suitable candidate for a Nicholson and O’Brien double penetration special. Just like they pulled every so often on some hapless street hooker whenever the mood hit.

“All right, sugar lips,” Nicholson grinned. “Your girlfriend can wait in the squad car while we give you a workout in the back of your van.”

Dana was becoming anxious, and whispered to Starr, “Starr, what’s he talking about?”

“Just do what they say, Dana,” Starr instructed her friend, who was led reluctantly to the back seat of the police cruiser by the grinning O’Brien. Dana took her seat and stared crestfallen as she watched the cops open the side panel door of their van and push Starr in and then climb in after her. When the door slid shut, Dana realized what was about to happen and tears brimmed in her bright blue eyes.

“Oh, Starr, no,” Dana began to sob. “What did you do?”


Freedom Chick’s chopper rumbled down the steep elevated streets. From behind her mirrored aviator glasses, her eyes wandered along the streetscape in search for any signs of trouble. As she passed through the intersection of Sycamore, the red and blue flashing lights from a squad car caught her attention and she made a prompt right turn directly in front of a delivery truck, which caused the driver to slam on his brakes. He blasted his horn and cursed at the single-minded heroine, who ignored him completely.

When Freedom Chick pulled up behind the cruiser, she noticed a young blonde teenager in the backseat by herself. Immediately the star-spangled heroine wondered where the uniformed officers were. She climbed off her bike, carefully removed her shades, and walked up to the squad car. She opened the rear passenger door and noticed that the teenager was sobbing profusely. Then the teenager’s pretty face lit up when she recognized San Francisco’s most famous defender of women.

“What happened?” Freedom Chick asked Dana. “Where are the police officers?”

“Freedom Chick!! Thank God you’re here!!” Dana exclaimed excitedly as she sniffed back tears. “You have to help my friend, Starr!”

“Who’s Starr?” Freedom Chick inquired as she looked around curiously. Then the auburn-haired heroine noticed the VW van bouncing and moving. There was some kind of commotion inside and a red flag went up in Freedom Chick’s mind when she suddenly appraised the whole situation.

Inside the van, Starr was on her knees, still handcuffed and bent over at the waist so that her face was in officer Nichol’s lap. Her T-shirt had been yanked up to expose her pert young breasts and her cut off shorts had been pulled down around one of her ankles. Nicholson had his cock shoved between her lips, using one hand to hold her by the hair as he thrust his hips forward to ram his pole in and out of her mouth. His other hand was reaching under to tweak her swollen nipples. His partner O’Brien was on his knees behind the whimpering brunette, slamming Starr from the rear while he spanked on her tight young butt cheeks.

The two grunting officers were stunned then when the door to the van slid open and Freedom Chick stood glaring at them from the doorway.

“What the hell is going on here?” Freedom Chick demanded when she discovered the two police officers assaulting the young teenager in the van. Incredibly, she found herself both horrified and aroused by the sight before her. Then she quickly gained a hold of her senses and snarled, “How dare you rape this innocent young girl! Why don’t you come out here and see if you can handle someone who will fight back?”

Nicholson and O’Brien looked at each other and grinned. Each knew exactly what the other was thinking. Usually they had a find a good excuse to man handle a woman, but right here before them was one who was practically begging for it. And she was hot as hell to boot in her tight white hot pants and satin halter-top that pushed her plump boobs up to mouth-watering proportions.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the famous Freedom Chick. Here to defend two young pot-smoking hippies from the law,” Nicholson taunted as he took his sweet time removing his cock from the ravaged and whimpering Starr. O’Brien laughed and gave Freedom Chick a defiant jaw-clenched stare as he gave Starr one good hard thrust before he pulled out of her.

Freedom Chick’s anger smoldered as she prepared to teach these two pigs a lesson in assaulting innocent young girls. But she couldn’t help feel a slight twinge in her crotch when she caught a glimpse of the two officers hard members as they zipped them into their uniform trousers. As soon as Nicholson and O’Brien climbed out of the van, O’Brien took a swing at Freedom Chick with his baton, which the heroine narrowly evaded as she rushed to clear her mind from unnatural thoughts of hot sex with the two Neanderthals. With her studious Martial Arts training, the heroine lashed out instinctively with a brutal kick to O’Brien’s stomach, sending him reeling backwards until he landed back inside the van.

Then Nicholson struck next, and Freedom Chick expertly deflected his swinging baton and snapped a heel fist blow to his chest, stunning him in his tracks. The officer grabbed at his chest and gasped for air. Freedom Chick took advantage of the opportunity to stomp her boot heel hard on his foot. Nicholson screamed and doubled over, and the heroine brought her knee up to meet his nose with a sickening crunch. Nicholson grunted as blood spurted from his nostrils.

“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!” Nicholson bellowed. “Goddamn bitch! You broke my fucking nose!!”

“Get up if you want some more!” Freedom Chick snickered and stood over Nicholson with her hands on her hips, standing defiantly over the moaning cop, daring him to make another move.

“You fucking cunt! You’re going to pay for this!” Nicholson groaned.

“What did you say?” Freedom Chick asked as she stepped forward and placed her boot on Nicholson hand and mashed it down into the hard pavement.

“UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHH!!!” Nicholson screamed as his fingers seared in agony.

Freedom Chick smiled, so busy with her torment of the officer that she was totally unaware that O’Brien was coming up behind her.

“Freedom Chick! Look out!” Starr screamed out from the van. The heroine ducked but O’Brien’s baton still caught her temple enough to daze her. Her knees buckled, but she was able to keep on her feet. O’Brien seized the opportunity to take his baton with both hands and ram it into her stomach. Freedom Chick was caught unprepared and grunted with the debilitating blow. Her abdomen seized up with muscle spasms and seemed to grow a fire within. The stalwart heroine fought to keep her wits and defenses. However, she could not prevent O’Brien from coming up behind her and bringing his baton over her head and under her neck, pulling her up and backward in a brutal chokehold.

Freedom Chick used every ounce of strength to grab onto the baton and prevent the vicious cop from crushing her windpipe or choking her unconscious. O’Brien was tall enough so that he could lean back against the squad car and arch his back to bring Freedom Chick off her feet, thereby preventing her from stomping his feet. He had her secured, but was otherwise unable to do anything but wait until she weakened enough to pass out. Nicholson slowly stood up, blood still flowing from his crumpled nose. The pain was unbearable, but his anger overcame it enough so that he could stand before the captured heroine and stare into her eyes.

“All right, bitch, you asked for it,” Nicholson snarled as he rolled his baton in his clenched fists. “Me and my partner are going to work you over six ways ‘til Sunday. Then we’re going to fuck your pretty brains out. When we get through with you, you’ll wish you never fucked with the SFPD.”

Freedom Chick couldn’t help but tense up at the implications of his statement. Suddenly thoughts of being raped by the two cops flashed in her mind. She saw herself spread eagle on the squad car, with O’Brien pumping her twat while Nicholson was shoving his dick in her mouth. The images aroused her and she had to shut her eyes hard to rid them from her mind. What was happening to her? Then she was distracted from the vision by the teenager’s scream from the van.

“Leave her alone!”

Suddenly anger erupted from Freedom Chick as she took hold of her normal mind state. With a defiant glare, she sneered at Nicholson, who was about to rear back with his baton. The heroine harnessed every last bit of energy, spread her legs and swung them up on each side of Nicholson’s head and then brought them down so that the back of her knees were on his shoulders. Then she locked her ankles behind his head and squeezed her powerful legs together, so that Nicholson’s face was pushed flush against her muff. She could feel his tenderized nose in the folds of her groin and tensed up her pussy muscles, successfully cutting off the air to his nose and mouth. Nicholson dropped his baton and grabbed at Freedom Chick’s tensed up thighs, fingers digging into her hard muscles, desperately trying to pry them apart. O’Brien could see what was happening and loosened his grip on Freedom Chick. Once he did so, the heroine arched her head forward and then snapped it back until it smashed flush into O’Brien’s face. With an acrobatic move that awed the gathering onlookers, Freedom Chick twisted her upper torso free and then swiveled her hips around so that she brought Nicholson sideways, wrenching his back painfully out of alignment until he was forced to go down and slam his head into the side panel of the squad car.

O’Brien was screaming, his mouth full of bleeding and loosened teeth, but he still had a hold of the baton while he struggled with Freedom Chick. They were face to face now, and the heroine was now able to bring up her knee to crush O’Brien’s balls into his pelvis. He emitted a high-pitched scream before he passed out from the blinding pain and crumpled to the sidewalk.

Flustered and gasping for breath with strands of hair in her face, Freedom Chick hissed at the two fallen cops, “You little boys will think twice before you pick on another woman again.” The Haight Asbury crowd of hippies and students applauded the heroine for teaching the brutal cops a lesson. She barely acknowledged the onlookers. Instead, she rushed to render aid to Starr and Dana, freeing them from the handcuffs and sending the star-struck teenagers on their way before she climbed on her chopper. With the crowd cheering, she smoked her tires and the chrome pipes blasted loudly as she roared off down the street.

McDougal District

Ewa stepped off the city bus with an underground newspaper clutched in her hands. A ‘Models Wanted’ ad was circled in red and Ewa checked the address once more before she headed down the sidewalk in the direction of a row of 2-story buildings. She was disturbed to find that she was smack dab in the middle of what seemed to be nothing but porno theaters and adult bookstores. When she found the address she was looking forward, Ewa took a deep breath and opened the front door to the nondescript building. She stepped down the long narrow hallway until she found the correct suite number. On the door were black-stenciled letters, ROTH ENTERTAINMENT, INC.

With her innocent heart beating a mile a minute, Ewa opened the door and stepped into the office suite. Behind a desk sat a young black girl wearing a white mini dress, white go-go boots, white lipstick and white headband holding back her large Afro hairstyle. Her name was Sheena.

The receptionist looked Ewa up and down with a critical eye, making the young teen blush self-consciously. Then she asked Ewa, “Can I help you?”

“I came about the ad in the paper,” Ewa said in a bashful tone of voice.

“Speak up girl,” Sheena snapped between gnawing the wad of gum in her mouth.

Ewa almost turned around and fled the office, but she gathered her nerves and spoke louder, “I came about the ad in the paper. I have an appointment with Mr. Roth.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Sheena said with in a surly tone. “Have a seat.”

Ewa took a seat in one of the chairs and waited while Sheena thumbed through a magazine and rudely smacked her chewing gum. After what seemed an unusually long time, Sheena punched the intercom button on her desk. “Mr. Roth, your ten o’clock is here.”

“Send her in, Sheena,” came a voice on the intercom.

“Go on in,” Sheena instructed Ewa, without even removing her eyes from her magazine. Ewa stood up, and she felt like her knees were going to give out. She made a great effort to suck up her courage and entered Mr. Roth’s office. Once inside, she closed the door behind her and saw Arnold Roth at his desk, scribbling in a note pad. He was a hefty man in his forties with thinning hair and a greasy goatee.

“Have a seat,” Arnie said without looking up. Ewa promptly sat down and looked around the office while she waited for Mr. Roth to finish what he was doing. There were film posters everywhere of movies she didn’t recognize.

“Are you the one that called me this morning, Miss-?” Arnie began as he looked up from his paper work. When he laid his eyes on Ewa, he was stunned into silence. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And he had seen plenty of girls in his line of work.

“Yes,” Ewa said, slightly distracted by some of the disturbingly erotic images on the movie posters. “My name is Ewa Andersson.”

Was that a Swedish accent he detected? Roth grinned from ear to ear. He loved girls with foreign accents. “That’s a pretty name, Ewa. My name is Arnold Roth. My friends call me ‘Arnie.’”

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Roth,” Ewa said sweetly and gave Roth a shy smile. Roth’s artery-clogged heart melted a bit.

“You can call me ‘Arnie,’” Roth informed the young teen. He was touched by her politeness.

“Okay, Mr. Roth,” Ewa agreed politely.

Arnie chortled and leaned back in his chair, folding his meaty hands on his big belly. Oh boy, did he have a live one in his hands. “So, Ewa, you’re looking for a modeling job are you?”

“Yes, sir,” Ewa nodded eagerly.

“Well, I just might have something for you,” Arnie told her.

Ewa’s bright blue eyes lit up even brighter. “Really?”

“Yes indeed, but I need to get some information from you first,” Roth said.

“Certainly.”

“First of all, how old are you?”

“Seventeen,” Ewa answered without hesitation.

Roth winced. Underage jailbait. He couldn’t afford another corruption of a minor charge, but this girl was so damn pretty, he was willing to take the risk.

“Is that all right?” Ewa asked when she noticed the look of concern on Roth’s face.

Arnie grinned like a slick used car salesman. “Sure, not a problem. Nothing that some tape, scissors and a marker can’t take of.”

“Excuse me? I don’t understand.”

“Never mind,” Arnie said. “Have you ever done any modeling before?”

“Oh, yes, sir,” Ewa answered, hoping she would not have to elaborate. In fact Ewa had posed for an old artist boyfriend back home in Sweden. But that was an experience she would like to forget. She should have known he did not have the best intentions in mind when he insisted on doing nude sketches as well. When she refused, he almost raped her, and she never trusted a male ever again.

“Would you be willing to work in films?”

“Oh, yes!” Ewa exclaimed. Suddenly her eyes were filled with stars. This was fantastic.

“Do you mind working with girls?”

“No, sir.”

“How about animals?”

Ewa became excited. Animals? She loved the old Tarzan movies. She always dreamed of being Jane, riding an elephant and playing with the chimpanzees. She assured him, “No, Mr. Roth, I would not mind working with animals at all.”

“Great!” Arnie grinned. This girl sure was enthusiastic. And with that sweet innocent young face, he would make her a star in no time. “Let me take a couple of Polaroid’s for my file and then you can sign these releases. They just state that it’s okay for Roth Entertainment to use your picture in magazines and films. By the way, do you have an agent?”

“No, sir,” Ewa answered. She hoped this didn’t hurt her chances.

“That’s okay, because Roth Entertainment represents models and actresses too,” Roth informed the naïve young teen, and then mumbled under his breath, “for a 50% fee.”

“That’s wonderful!” Ewa said excitedly. Everything was coming together just like she hoped. She was glad she found Mr. Roth. He seemed so nice and helpful.

“Okay, sweetie, smile real big for Mr. Roth,” Arnie said, holding up the Polaroid camera. Ewa turned slightly to give him her best side, and issued a stunning smile for the lens. After he snapped a couple of shots, one of Ewa’s face and one of her entire body, he exclaimed, “Very nice.”

“Thank you so very much, Mr. Roth,” Ewa gushed as she signed the release forms and the agent contract without even reading them. “I cannot wait to get started!”

“Me neither,” Arnie said. He wrote an address on the back of a business card and handed it to Ewa. “You show up here bright and early at 8:00 A.M. It’s a new production I’m getting started on and I have the perfect part just for you. Don’t be late because time is money. Oh, yeah, one more thing. Bring your birth certificate so I can make a copy for my files.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Roth. I will not be late,” Ewa assured him. “Thank you so very much.”

Arnie smiled and winked at Ewa before she exited his office. Then he leaned back in his chair and began to daydream the first scene he was going to shoot with his bright new star. His right hand roamed inside his pants and he began to massage his dick when his intercom buzzed him out of his reverie.

“Mr. Roth, Doctor Jones is here to see you,” Sheena announced.

Arnie perked up a bit when he heard the name ‘Dr. Jones’ mentioned. He and Dr. Jones went way back, ever since the good doctor had financed his first film. Much of his production money came from wealthy doctors and dentists, all eager to secretly invest in the burgeoning smut market.

“Send him in.”

The door opened and Dr. X strolled in accompanied by Nurse Honey. They were both wearing relatively normal clothes since the villains were pretending to be other than who they actually were. Dr. X wore a charcoal gray suit and tie and Nurse Honey wore glasses, a tight black business skirt, a silk white blouse, sleek hosiery and glimmering heels.

“Hi there, Dr. Jones,” Arnie greeted them.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Roth,” Dr. X replied politely. “I’m here to see my film.”

“Absolutely!” Roth exclaimed eagerly. He jumped out of his chair and pointed to the huge leather sofa against the wall. “Have a seat over there. It’ll just take me a minute to set up.”

As Roth scrambled to set up a reel-to-reel film projector, Dr. X and Nurse Honey made themselves comfortable on the couch and held hands.

“Okay, here we go,” Arnie giggled. “Let’s dim the lights now for the world premiere of Dr. Jones latest film, destined to be an instant classic!”

Arnie turned out the light and then flicked the switch on his projector. Against one large blank area of white wall, the words “Freedom Chick Does Frisco” flashed up on the screen as “American Woman” by the Guess Who blared from the speakers. Over the sixty minutes, images played of Freedom Chick entering Dr. X’s warehouse, falling into the trap, the battle with Nurse Honey, the knockout and bondage climaxed with the heroine’s sexual torture and rape by Dr. X, all backed by a rock and roll soundtrack. The final scene was Freedom Chick tied to her chopper and left unconscious in the middle of the UC Berkley college campus.

Finally the scene went black and white letter appeared reading “A FILM BY TOM JONES.”

When he turned the lights back on, Arnie looked at Dr. X anxiously and grinned, well what do you think?”

“Excellent!” Dr. X exclaimed. His gray slacks were tented with an erection that Nurse Honey was dutifully massaging. “Wonderful editing, my dear friend!”

“Well, I must say I had great material to work with!” Arnie said.

“So, when do we move into production? As we discussed, this is a specialty film with a limited release. I have a long list of collectors who are willing to pay an exorbitant amount of money for a copy of this film”

“First thing Monday,” Arnie said. “I just have one little project to shoot over the weekend.”

“Oh? By any chance is the young lady who left just before us going to appear in this opus?”

“As a matter of fact, yes she is, Dr. Jones,” Arnie chuckled.

Dr. X exclaimed. “You simply must allow me to attend this filming, Mr. Roth.”

“By all means, Dr. Jones,” Arnie replied. “First thing in the morning at my Malibu pad.”

“Superb,” Dr. X said as he stood up. “We shall see you then.”

The Home of Freedom Chick

Gloria arrived home that evening after a late dinner with her manager Bernie Epstein, who talked her ear off about another in a long line of his merchandising schemes. During the dinner, Gloria had the unusual urge to get under the table to give Bernie a blowjob. It took every ounce of her will power to keep herself from acting on the impulse, and she was grateful when the dinner meeting was over. Once she was away from Bernie and riding home on her chopper, Gloria couldn’t believe how she even considered the thought, especially since she was so repulsed by Bernie’s loud and abrasive behavior. Not the least was the fact was that he was man.

All she wanted to do was curl into bed with Ewa, and when she entered the house, she found it oddly quiet. Ewa was usually waiting up for her, blaring her silly little 45 records and dancing around in her cute underwear.

Gloria walked into the bedroom and was stunned to see Ewa in bed, apparently asleep. Puzzled, the heroine crept quietly into the bathroom, stripped off her costume and squatted on the toilet to pee and then washed up. When she came back into the bedroom, Ewa was sitting up in bed with the lamp on with a furious look on her face.

“Where have you been?” Ewa demanded to know.

Freedom Chick was astounded. She had never seen the usually sweet and gentle Ewa like this. “I had a late dinner meeting with Bernie.”

“A dinner meeting with Bernie! After I slaved in the kitchen to make your favorite dinner! Why did you not call and tell me?”

“Would you relax?”

“Answer me! Why did you not call and tell me so I would not waste time cooking and cleaning for you? We planned this night for weeks, remember?”

Gloria winced. She had forgotten all about their one-year anniversary of being together. She sighed deeply and told Ewa, “I’m so sorry. I forgot.”

“I hate you!”

Gloria had to try and keep herself from smiling. Ewa looked so damned cute when she was angry. The tears brimming in her blue eyes made them look even brighter. She wanted to go over and grab her pretty little Swedish lover and kiss her deeply.

“Ewa, I’m so sorry,” Gloria said as she went to bed and put a hand on her lover’s shoulder. Ewa recoiled and turned away to pout. Gloria asked her, “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“I will think of something tomorrow!” Ewa snapped and turned away from Gloria to go to sleep. “Now leave me alone so I can cry in peace!”

Gloria almost laughed out loud and was glad Ewa was turned away so she could not see the grin on her face. She grabbed her favorite pillow and was about to go sleep in another bedroom when Ewa said, “By the way, I found a job, and soon I will be making my own money, so you do not have to take care of me anymore!”

Gloria shook her head. There was no use in trying to argue with her. She would think of something later to make it up to Ewa. But right now all her thoughts were of trying to locate the whereabouts of Dr. X and especially getting her hands on the film he made of their encounter. If any of the sick perverts out there got a hold of it, her career as a crime fighter was over.

Malibu

Ewa arrived bright and early at the address written on the back of Arnold Roth’s business card. She paid the cab with some cash pulled from her colorful crocheted handbag and walked up the front door of the large stucco and glass beach house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. She squinted behind her sunglasses as the white house reflected the morning sunrise from the east. In her frilly sundress and sandals that strapped in crisscrosses up to her calves, Ewa hoped she was dressed appropriately for her first day of work.

The door opened before she even had a chance to knock. Arnold Roth met her at the door with a big wide grin on her face. He was bare foot, wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts. There was a director’s framing lens hanging from his neck.

“Ewa! Bright and early I see,” Arnie exclaimed with his arm out to welcome Ewa inside. “Punctual. I like that in my talent.”

“Hello, Mr. Roth,” Ewa smiled sweetly. She entered the home and was quickly astounded by the opulent décor. She had never seen such an extravagant home. “I hope I am dressed all right.”

“You look sensational, doll face,” Arnie said, turning up the show biz schmooze. “C’mon back, I want to introduce you to a few people.”

Ewa followed Arnie toward the back of the house. They passed through some sliding doors and out onto a huge deck where cameras, lighting and sound equipment were strewn about. Ewa became more and more excited. She was going to be in a real film!

“This is my money man, Doctor Jones,” Arnie introduced Ewa to Dr. X. “This is his assistant, Miss Smith. Doctor Jones, this is Ewa Andersson.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Ewa said with her sweetest smile.

The fresh-faced young girl charmed Dr. X immediately; therefore, he never noticed the flash of jealousy on Nurse Honey’s face. She looked Ewa up and down like a hungry predator about to snap up her first meal of the day. Dr. X took her hand and bowed, “The pleasure is mine, my dear.”

Nurse Honey merely sneered at Ewa when the innocent young girl smiled at her in greeting.

“Okay, over here is the main man,” Arnie continued with his introductions. He led Ewa over to a dark curly haired man with a thick mustache and long sideburns, a deep tan on his lean muscular frame.

Ewa was struck by his handsome face and could not help but notice his muscled body since he was wearing only a skimpy pair of jogging shorts and wire rim sunglasses.

“Ewa this is Johnny Dark. You’re going to be working with him on your scenes today.”

“Hello, there,” Johnny said, chewing gum and flashing the whitest set of teeth Ewa had ever seen.

Ewa blushed. Of course lately she had not been interested in men because of her deep relationship with Gloria Breckinridge, but right now she couldn’t help but be intimidated and maybe even slightly aroused by Johnny Dark’s smoldering natural charisma.

“Hello,” Ewa said in a barely audible voice.

“Groovy,” Johnny said and winked behind his cool shades before he headed out by the pool to his place to take in a few early morning rays before they got to work.

Ewa barely heard Arnie as he introduced the rest of the small crew, which consisted of Ratso, his soundman, Benny, his lighting man, and Ginger, Arnie’s pretty young personal assistant.

Arnie suddenly clapped his hands. “All right everybody, time is money, let’s set up for the first scene.” He took Ewa aside and spoke softly to her.

“Okay Ewa, here’s what you need to know about this scene. You are a foreign exchange student from Switzerland. Today is your first day in the United States and you are going to be staying with your new hosts Jack and his wife. In your first scene you are meeting Jack over there for the first time, so you carry this suitcase with you.”

Arnie pointed Ewa to a big blue empty suitcase, which she promptly picked up.

“Now, I want you to walk over there to the other side of the swimming pool. There’s a little white “X” there. That’s your mark. When I say “Action” I want you to walk up to Johnny and say, ‘Hello, I am Brigitte,’ in that cute little accent of yours!”

“But Mr. Roth?” Ewa asked.

“Yea, sugar, what is it?”

“Mr. Roth, what is my motivation here? I have not seen the script and I do not know what my character is all about.”

Oy vey! Arnie thought. Another method actress type. What was I thinking, hiring her for this job out of the blue? Arnie pushed ahead, “Look sweetie, don’t worry about all that silly actor stuff. I work a little bit different. I like my films to be more realistic. We like to call it improvisational acting. All you need to remember is not to look at the camera. Just follows Johnny’s lead and you’ll do just fine. Ready sugar?”

“I think so,” Ewa said, her brow furrowed in confusion. “But, Mr. Roth, what is my next line after I say, ‘Hello, I am Brigitte’?”

“Look, just do and say what comes natural. All you need to remember is that in this film Johnny is named ‘Jack’ and whatever he asks you, you just say “yes” and then do it. Got all that?”

Ewa was more nervous than ever, but this was her first real job and she certainly didn’t want to disappoint Mr. Roth. He was too kind to give her such a wonderful opportunity. She smiled bravely and told Arnie, “Yes. I think I am ready now.”

“Great! Now go stand on your mark and wait until I say ‘Action.’”

Ewa did exactly as she was told and walked to the end of the pool and stood patiently on a white ‘X’ taped on the deck. Her tummy felt like a bumblebee was tumbling around inside of it. She looked over at Johnny and he winked back at her and flashed his pearly whites from his place on the lounge chair.

“Everybody, ready. Sound!” Arnie said loudly from behind the camera and then, “Action!”

Ewa jumped a bit and then she began to walk across the pool deck toward Johnny and stopped by the chaise lounge chair where he was sunning and relaxing.

“Hello, I am Brigitte!”

“Hi, I’m Jack. You must the new foreign exchange student,” Johnny said as he sat up like he was getting up from a nap. He made room on the chaise lounge cushions and motioned for ‘Brigitte’ to sit by him. “Come over her and have a seat.”

Ewa put down her suitcase and sat next to ‘Jack’ and made herself as comfortable as could be possible in the intimidating presence of the virile Johnny Dark.

“Is this your first time in America?”

“Oh, yes,” Ewa answered, dutifully remembering Arnie’s instructions to answer in the affirmative.

“Well, it’s customary to greet a new visitor with a kiss,” Johnny told her. Without skipping a beat, he leaned over and embraced Ewa while planting a lip lock on her luscious mouth. At first Ewa’s pretty blue eyes went wide in surprise, but it did not take long for her to be overcome by Johnny’s overpowering macho presence as he kissed her long and hard.

After several minutes of wet slurping kisses along with tongue and saliva exchanges, Johnny broke off the kiss and Ewa was almost limp with ecstasy. Breathless and lightheaded, she sighed deeply before opening her eyes and exclaiming, “Oh, my goodness!”

“You’re groovy!” Johnny complimented the blushing young Swedish beauty as his eyes roamed over her sexy little body.

“Oh, thank you!” Ewa said, totally charmed by Johnny’s words and looks.

“I’d love to see your body. Will you take off your dress?”

“Yes,” Ewa answered before realizing just exactly what she was saying, ‘yes’ to. Ewa uttered a surprised, “Oh!” as Johnny took it upon himself to help her off with the sexy sundress, leaving her only in her cotton bra, panties and strap sandals.

“Wow, you are one sexy little fox!” Johnny grinned. “Can I look at your tits?”

“Um, okay!” Ewa smiled, her angelic face turning red. She was reluctant to reveal herself in front of these strangers, but she dared not answer ‘no’ and ruin her first day of work by upsetting her new boss.

“Great!” Johnny said, and promptly unsnapped her bra from the front clasp and removed the cups to allow her perky and firm breasts to pop out and bounce in front of him. He gulped at their milky perfection and exclaimed with glee, “Wow!”

Meanwhile, Dr. X was watching discreetly from behind the mirrored glass of the living room window out of view of the others. He was squeezing and groping the firm ass of Nurse Honey. She stood next to him happily massaging the bulge in his pants as they both enjoyed the scene unfold.

With no self-consciousness, Johnny asked, Ewa, “Can I suck your tits?”

“I…um…err…yes,” Ewa gulped.

Johnny Dark took immediate advantage of his innocent young costar and clamped his large hands on her pert breasts and leaned down to suckle and lick her erect nipples contentedly. Ewa was now becoming more and more hot and bothered. Johnny’s mouth and tongue felt incredible on her chest, and she had to struggle to remember not to look over at Arnie and the crew while Johnny had his way with her tits. Before she knew it, Johnny was pushing her back on the chaise lounge and moving his head down toward her sweet nether regions.

Ewa gasped, “Oh!” when she felt Johnny’s slick tongue work it’s way over her flat smooth belly and over her trim little bush. Her petite body arched up as Johnny found her slit and began the wonderful teasing of her clitoris and labia. The young Swedish beauty closed her eyes now, trying to forget that there was a crew watching, and soon enough, they were all but forgotten as Johnny’s expert cunnilingus entranced her.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” Ewa gasped loudly when Johnny found her most sensitive spots. She couldn’t help but think of Gloria for a moment and then blocked the memory out when she remembered how cruel Gloria had been to her lately. The blonde novice shivered and erupted with an orgasm after a few more minutes of Johnny’s eager lapping while Arnie looked on in utter amazement behind the lens of his movie camera.

She’s amazing! He thought, a pure natural. I’m going to make a killing with her.

When Johnny took a break from his gourmet dining, he stood up and asked the gasping Ewa, “How about returning the favor?”

Ewa, still flushed with arousal, looked up at Johnny and couldn’t help but be amazed by the size of the erection staining inside his jogging shorts. Without a thought, she slowly reached up and tugged the waistband down and Johnny’s huge pole sprung free. Wide eyed, Ewa murmured, “Oh my goodness!”

“C’mon baby, suck my cock!”

Young Ewa had never performed oral sex on a man before but she could guess what it was all about. She just had no idea how she was going to get that monster inside her mouth. Johnny did not giver her any more time to ponder the subject when he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her face toward his groin. Ewa’s mouth opened instinctively and it was promptly stuffed with the thick meat of Johnny Dark’s rigid pole.

“Ommf…myfff...gnnnnnndnnnmmmff!” Ewa exclaimed, trying to say ‘Oh, my goodness,’ but without much success as her mouth was filled with cock.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it!” Johnny groaned while he began to pump his hips back and forth while he held a firm grip on the back of Ewa’s head. “You suck that dick great!”

Meanwhile Arnie was catching every bit of smutty action with his Cineflex camera, grinning like a naughty school kid as visions of dozens of porn reels and piles of money flashed in his head.

From his vantage point behind the window, Dr. X calmly reached up with his hand and placed it on top of Nurse Honey’s head so he could push her down to her knees before his raging erection. In seconds, Nurse Honey had engulfed his cock and was eagerly slurping and licking with her expert and erotically succulent technique.

After Ewa brought the stud Johnny to the brink of orgasm, from there it was one position after another. First Johnny laid back on the chaise lounge and grabbed Ewa’s lithe form and firmly mounted her on his pole. She bucked and rode him like a horse, grinding her perfect hips and scrumptious ass back and forth, faster and faster. Then Johnny flipped her over onto her back, propped her ankles up over his shoulders, and gave it to the innocent young Swede long and hard until she was screaming for mercy.

“YES! YES! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!! YESSSS!! JACK! OH, YES! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

For the next few hours, Arnie shot multiple close-ups and long shots of the marathon sex session right out in the glorious daytime sun. Meanwhile his sound guy Ratso caught every grunt groan, gasp and dirty talk from Johnny Dark with his trusty boom mike. After yet another position change and several vigorous minutes of hard doggie style thrusting to make her cum once again, Johnny flipped Ewa on her back again and straddled her waist to give her nice tit fuck.

“Oh, my goodness!” Ewa exclaimed as Johnny’s thick snake spit long ropes of cum in her face and gasping mouth.

Arnie stifled his giggling glee. He loved seeing Ewa’s pretty young face sprayed with white goo and exclaiming in her cute Swedish accent, ‘Oh, my goodness!’ He thought that would make a great signature line for his bright new star.

Once he got the money shot in the can, Arnie yelled, “Cut!”

Johnny smiled at Ewa and told her, “You were groovy baby! Was this really your first time?”

“Oh, yes,” Ewa replied, still gasping for air. “In more ways than one.”

“Far out,” Johnny said. He took a towel from Ginger to wipe off his wet cock. Then he jumped into the swimming pool to cool off his sweaty body.

“Awesome, baby,” Arnie exclaimed. He could barely contain his excitement and enthusiasm with Ewa’s performance.

“Was I very good, Mr. Roth?”

Arnie nearly melted from her naïve and innocent smile. “Perfect, baby. Now let’s you and me go inside and grab some lunch before we shoot the next scene.”

“You wish to do more with me?”

“Yea! In the next scene, you’ll meet Jack’s wife,” Arnie said. After Ginger gave Ewa a bright white plush rope to wear over her naked steaming body, Arnie led Ewa into the kitchen. Dr. X and Nurse Honey were relaxing on stools by the bar. Ginger had laid out a buffet of fruits and vegetables.

“Which reminds me…” Arnie turned to his assistant and asked, “Hey Ginger, did Stacy show up yet?”

Ginger winced. Arnie was going to be upset with the news she was about to tell him. “Uh, she called and said she wasn’t going to make it today, Arnie.”

“WHAT??” Arnie screamed at the top of his lungs.

Ewa nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Arnie’s face nearly explode. “That bitch! This is the third time she’s pulled a no show on me. Well, three strikes and she’s out. I’m never working with her again! Now I have the whole afternoon wasted!”

“Perhaps not, Mr. Roth,” Dr. X spoke up.

“What?”

“Perhaps I can be of assistance on our fine production,” Dr. X said and then turned to Ewa and told her, “By the way Miss Andersson, you were magnificent.”

“Thank you, Dr. Jones,” Ewa blushed. It was wonderful getting so many nice compliments.

“What do you mean?” Arnie asked.

“My assistant, Miss Smith has done some acting before. Haven’t you, Miss Smith?”

Nurse Honey perked up, looking at Dr. X at first with stunned silence. When she fully realized what Dr. X was suggesting, she looked at Ewa with a look of hunger and a thin smile crept across her face. “Yes… I have.”

“No kidding?” Arnie said, looking over the voluptuous body of ‘Miss Smith’ with his skilled eye for talent. She certainly had the face and body for his production.

“Well, then, I guess the afternoon’s not wasted after all.”

McDougal District

Freedom Chick’s chopper rumbled down the sloped San Francisco street until she braked to a screeching stop in front of Eddie’s Emporium. This was the third smut shop the heroine had come to. The first two she had left in a trashed mess after interrogating the stunned proprietors and then threatening them within an inch of their lives. If there was one thing she could not allow, it was these sleazy perverted men profiting off the sexual exploitation of young girls and women.

With steely purpose, the auburn-haired beauty in her leather boots, gloves, hot pants and star spangled halter top climbed off her bike and strode into the storefront fully intending to find out what Eddie, the proprietor, knew about any “fake” Freedom Chick smut films anyone may have tried to distribute through his filthy disgusting business.

Once inside, she stood hands on hips, surveying the plastic wrapped goods on the rows of shelves. The few raincoat-wearing men in the store quickly slunk out under her baleful glare. Once they exited and the front door tinkled shut, Freedom Chick flipped the “OPEN” sign over to “CLOSED” and strolled up to the high counter with a narrow-eyed look of anger and disgust.

“Not you again,” sighed Eddie.

“Didn’t I warn you last week to close this place down?”

“Look, lady, I gotta right to sell this stuff. Haven’t you ever heard of freedom of speech? I’m calling the cops.”

Without any hesitation, Freedom Chick reached up and snagged Eddie by the front of his shirt and yanked him across the counter until he was standing on trembling legs within an inch of her face.

“I am the law in this city when it comes to the exploitation of innocent young women.”

“Look, I’m just trying to make a living here,” Eddie gulped with fear.

“Not in my city, pervert!” Freedom Chick snarled. “You have two seconds to tell me what you know about some phony Freedom Chick smut film.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Maybe this will refresh your memory!” Freedom Chick stated as she thrust her knee upward between Eddie’s shaking legs and connected full force with his groin.

“UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!!!” Eddie grunted in a high-pitched whine.

Freedom Chick dropped Eddie to the floor and placed her boot heel on the back of his hand stepped down with crackling force. “Remember anything yet?”

“AUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” Eddie squealed.

Suddenly Freedom Chick’s keen senses detected a presence behind her. Right before she turned around, a pair of brass knuckles wrapped across the meaty fingers of a fist connected to the back of her head and she crumpled to the floor.


Freedom Chick had no idea how long she had been out, but when she woke up, the back of her head throbbed with a blistering headache like she never felt before. It took her several minutes to gain full access to her senses and then she wished she hadn’t. The first thing she realized was that she was bent over and mounted over a modified gymnast’s pommel horse, which was covered with padded shiny red vinyl. Her arms and legs were pulled down on either side of the contraption with her wrists bound with thick leather bondage cuffs mounted at the bottom the padded part. She tried to move her legs but they were cuffed at the ankles as well and secured tightly to the frame near the floor so that her boots were just inches off the floor. Her chin rested on a pad at the end of the pommel horse and her tanned round buttocks were propped up in the air, dangerously vulnerable.

As soon as the heroine turned her head to look around for her captors, she grunted and realized her mouth was filled with a big rubber ball gag strapped tight around her head. Then she flushed red, livid when she saw that her hot pants had been removed so that her bare derriere was exposed to the air. She shifted around and saw that she had been stripped of her top as well. Gloria regretted that she never made time to make sure her current costume was impermeable like the one Dr. X had destroyed when he assaulted her in his warehouse hideout. But she was so focused on locating the devious villain that she never gave a second thought to the fact that she just might end up in this position again.

The heroine could tell that she was being kept was in some sort of secret bondage room by the various ropes, whips, chains, masks and studded paddles hanging on hooks along the wall. She cringed at first when she saw the various types of dildos and vibrators arranged on a table along with jars of jelly and bottles containing who knows what, but deeper inside her sub conscious she experienced a delicate thrill that unnerved her.

Horrible nightmares of her encounter with Dr. X flashed in her mind, and immediately she began to yank at her cuffs in a panic, terrified that yet again her body was going to be degraded. When she heard the door open and saw Eddie and another man enter, she froze, fixing them with a hard stare.

At least Freedom Chick could take some pleasure in seeing Eddie walking gingerly, courtesy of her patented Crotch Crusher knee blow to his tender groin. It was the other man who alarmed Gloria more. He was dressed in full biker regalia with studded boots, jeans, leather chaps, black vest and thick wristbands. When he turned to close the door, Freedom Chick could see the logo of his gang, Dirty Devils, emblazoned onto the back of his vest in dark crimson letters on a white background and a flying pitchfork with wings attached. His scraggly beard and hair hung down just above the perfectly round beer belly straining to erupt from his soiled muscle T-shirt that once may have been white. Gloria was most bothered by the fact that she could not see his eyes behind the dark purple rectangle-shaped wire frame glasses he wore.

“They warned me you might be coming my way,” Eddie informed Freedom Chick. “So I had my buddy Lenny here waiting just for you. Now we’re about to teach you a valuable lesson in the three ‘F’s… free enterprise…free speech…and free pussy.”

“Who gets to ream her first?” Lenny grunted in a raspy whisky and cigarette voice.

“We’ll flip for it,” Eddie suggested, pulling a coin from his jeans.

“I want head!” Lenny exclaimed and then chuckled at his lame attempt at humor while Eddie flipped the quarter up in the air.

Eddie caught the coin and slapped it over the back of his other hand. Then slowly lifted it to reveal the outcome. He grinned with yellowed teeth and said, “Tails! Which means I get her “tail” first.”

“Fuck! I hate sloppy seconds!” Lenny complained and stood by, crossing his beefy tattooed arms to wait his turn.

Freedom Chick was outraged by this scene of the two perverts flipping a coin for the right to rape her first. She grunted furiously at them while yanking hard at her cuffs.

“Feisty little bitch, ain’t she?” Lenny giggled like a hyena.

Eddie nodded and told the harried heroine. “I’ll bet you just enjoyed kneeing me in the jewels didn’t you, slut? Well, then I guess you won’t be too upset while a return the favor.”

Freedom Chick’s eyes flew wide when she saw Eddie take a long paddle from a wall hook. While she grunted and screamed behind her huge ball gag, Eddie stood behind her trussed up form in a batting stance and reared back like he was waiting for a pitcher’s fastball. Then he swung with all his might and smacked Freedom Chick’s ass with a sound punishing “WHAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!!”

“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Freedom Chick groaned, biting down on the ball gag and wincing in pain from the butt-stinging blow to her hindquarters. Eddie gave the heroine a few more burning swats for good measure, and when he hung up the paddle, Freedom Chick was livid at the painful paddling. She vowed silently that she would tear his balls off once she got free.

“Okay, bitch, your order is here,” Eddie grinned as he unzipped his jeans. He pulled out his huge schlong and waved it menacingly. “Are you ready for Uncle Eddie’s prime choice tube steak?”

Freedom Chick took one look at Eddie’s monster prick and some odd feelings came over her. Gloria had no idea that the creeping arousal in her loins was the result of Dr. X’s subliminal suggestions while she was under his sleeping gas. Still, she had no intension of consenting to rape. She yanked at her chains hard while giving Eddie her angriest stare. “UUUNNNGGH! MMMNNNGGG! GUNNNGGG! KILLLLLN! YUUNNN!”

Puzzled by Freedom Chick’s mumbling, Lenny asked Eddie, “What’s she saying?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you take that gag out of her mouth and find out, dummy!” Eddie said.

Lenny unbuckled the ball gag and let the saliva-soaked orb pop out of Freedom Chick’s mouth, which allowed the heroine to spew a long string of obscenities and violent threats, ending with, “You touch me, creep, and I’ll cripple your limp pecker!”

Eddie only smiled tauntingly and punched the ‘play’ button on his 8-track tape deck. Suddenly the room was filled with the eerie opening chords of Iron Butterfly’s ‘In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida’.

“Pucker that pussy, baby, Uncle Eddie is about to ride you like wild stallion,” the greasy porn shop owner exclaimed, grasping her hips and aiming the tomato sized head of his prick at her slit. Lenny began massaging his crotch and keenly observed while his buddy reared back and then rammed his cock home, impaling Freedom Chick with blunt force.

“UNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!” Freedom Chick groaned. She wanted to react as coldly as possible, but she couldn’t help it. His size was immense.

“AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!” Eddie sighed as he rammed his pole to the hilt, filling her with seven of his thick ten inches.

Gloria winced with disgust at the violation. She hated what was being done to her, but at the same time her body was reacting in the opposite way. Her pussy became soaked after only a few rigid strokes from Eddie’s cock, and the initial pain of the penetration gave way to new and arousing sensations. She asked herself, Damn it! Why am I getting so horny from this bastard’s cock? What did that cursed son of a bitch Dr. X do to me?

While Eddie rammed his dick forcefully, he slapped Freedom Chick’s ass and taunted her between grunts. “By the way, Freedom Chick, (Unnnh!) You were right. A good friend of mine (Aaaah!) did contact me about a special little (Ummmmmmmm!) movie wanted to sell. He knew all about my (Unnngh!) taste for bondage and wanted to know if I was interested. (Unnnh! Unnnh!) Except this wasn’t a fake Freedom Chick in the movie. (UMMMMMM!!) This was the real thing.”

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Gloria screamed in her mind. This couldn’t be happening. She had to get out of this mess and stop Dr. X at all costs. But she could barely concentrate. Eddie’s cock was driving her insane with pure lust. Her body began to react in kind, her hips instinctively pumping backward to meet his thrusts. After several more minutes of relentless pounding, the heroine lost any self-esteem she had left.

“HARDER!” Gloria screamed, out of control with sexual desire. “Fuck me harder you bastard! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWDDD!!!”

Eddie was stunned by her reaction. He grinned at Lenny with delight, and then began to fuck her even harder and deeper, railing her pussy as fast as he could. He told Gloria, “If you like dick so much, you’re gonna love it when I sell you to the Dirty Devils.”

“Yea!” Lenny said. “After we all gang bang you, then we just might initiate you into the gang. We’ll chain you to the back of a chopper and drag you around a little to make sure you’re tough enough to be one of our biker whores.”

Gloria was disgusted at the thought, but her mind was overridden by deeper urges. Delirious with animalistic ecstasy, she looked hungrily at Lenny rubbing his crotch and gasped, “Get over here and put that damn cock in my mouth!”

Lenny’s jaw dropped and he looked over at Eddie. Eddie told him, “What are you waiting for?”

Without another second’s thought, Lenny pulled open his thick Harley Davidson belt buckle and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his dick out and aimed it into Freedom Chick’s waiting mouth. Her tongue was practically dripping saliva, and as soon as she engulfed it, she began to suckle it with ravenous delight, eager to get at the nectar within.

Eddie and Lenny double-teamed Freedom Chick for over half an hour. Eddie watched with salacious delight how enthusiastic Freedom Chick was in her cock sucking and decided he wanted to get in on that beautiful mouth. He switched with Lenny, stretching her lips wide with his thick juice-soaked cock, and he was nearly successful in force-feeding every inch.

Gloria had never felt so fucking horny in her life. She couldn’t get enough of all of this dick, never mind the fact that she was a lesbian and preferred women over these slobbering male perverts. More minutes went by and Freedom Chick felt the oncoming waves of orgasm. Her body tensed up, and while Lenny’s hips slapped and pumped viciously against her tenderized ass, her mouth and tongue worked Eddie over with increasing enthusiasm. She was moaning and slurping loudly on his cock, and also grunting with every one of Lenny’s penetrating thrusts.

Both Eddie and Lenny looked at each and smiled, knowing their prize captive was about to cum. Lenny pumped faster now and Eddie rammed his cock even deeper down Freedom Chick’s throat. Simultaneously, all three of them erupted.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Eddie groaned as he unloaded down her throat.

“Oh, hell yea!” Lenny screamed out when he spewed inside Freedom Chick’s twat.

“EERRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHHH!” Gloria moan as she hungrily swallowed the milky juice from Eddie’s pulsating pole. Eddie pulled out and splashed more cum over Freedom Chick’s ecstatic face, her tongue out to capture as much as much as she could.

Gloria gasped and screamed after experiencing her latest and most intense climax. Then she closed her eyes and her body went limp on the pommel horse.

“Holy shit, she passed out!” Lenny marveled.

“Of course she passed out They all do when Uncle Eddie has his way with them,” Eddie bragged.

“What are we gonna do with her next?”

“Let’s handcuff her and the hang her upside down and spank her ass!”

“Good idea!” Lenny agreed as he helped Eddie uncuff the still heroine. “Man, I can’t wait to ride that chopper of hers. All my boys at the club are gonna shit when they see me ride up on it.”

Something clicked in Gloria’s mind when she heard mention of her beloved chopper. Once the last cuff was removed from her ankles, her eyes flew open and she jumped off the pommel horse in a flash. Before Eddie and Lenny realized what was happening, the heroine unleashed a brutal nose crunching, throat smashing, gut twisting, groin-smashing bone breaking flurry of blows and kicks.

Within fifteen seconds of agonized high-pitched screams and begging for mercy, the fury of Freedom Chick had rendered the two rapists gimp and groaning, curled up in fetal positions on the floor. Standing with her gloved hands on the svelte hips of her steaming naked body, the heroine was thoroughly satisfied that she had given them a proper thrashing, Gloria put on her costume and then leaned down to Eddie, who was coughing up blood.

“Who contacted you about that film?”

All Eddie managed was a gurgle.

Freedom Chick seized his hand and squeezed with all her might. An audible crunch could be heard as Eddie’s tendons began snapping like a bundle of sticks. After he let out an ear-piercing scream, Eddie began to babble an endless stream of information, detailing the name of his friend, where he lived, where he worked, phone numbers and anything else he could think of.

Eddie screamed the name repeatedly before he passed out.

Freedom Chick stood up, placing a boot on Eddie’s crotch as she stepped over him and stormed out of the basement room and out of the porn shop. The stalwart heroine straddled her bike, put on her mirrored aviator shades, and kick started her leather, chrome and rubber beast to life. The 1500 horsepower chopper’s tires smoked and screeched loudly as the heroine roared off down the street to find one Arnold Roth.

Malibu

The filming of Ewa Andersson’s debut into the world of adult films was going swimmingly… literally. Arnie was in the middle of directing the threesome featuring his new star Ewa, male stud Johnny Dark, and Nurse Honey. All three were in the Jacuzzi with Ewa being pumped hard from behind by her foreign exchange host “Jack” while her face was buried between the long legs of Nurse Honey, who was playing the part of Jack’s wife, “Jill.”

“Oh, yeah, you are so fucking tight,” groaned Johnny as he rammed his dick in Ewa with relentless piston thrusts. Meanwhile, Nurse Honey sat on the edge of the hot tub with her head thrown back, moaning loudly while she clenched the blonde Swede’s hair tight and pushed her own muff in Ewa’s face. Poor Ewa was so overwhelmed by the double assault that she could only utter a muffled, “UMMMMPPPHHH!” as she was forced to go down on her gleeful hostess.

Arnie was extremely pleased with the shoot. Especially with the previous scene of the double cock sucking of Johnny Dark by Ewa and Nurse Honey he already had in the can. Now it was time for the second money shot, and he could tell his carnal trio was on the verge of simultaneous climax.

Dr. X was behind the two-way glass, contentedly masturbating and biting the back of his hand.

“I’m cumming!” Johnny bellowed, eyes shut, hissing through clenched teeth as he pulled out of Ewa and jerked off his cock until it began to spew all over her quivering ass and back.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” screamed Nurse Honey as her body shuddered with multiple orgasms, clamping her toned thighs tight around Ewa’s head and nearly suffocating her.

“MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!” cried Ewa in her own trembling climax.

All three kept going even after Arnie finally remembered to yell, “Cut!”

Afterwards, during the dinner break, Arnie gushed over Ewa’s performance. She was overwhelmed by everyone’s accolades and smiled so brightly it lit up the room. She had never felt so happy and fulfilled in all her life. She was startled and then delighted by Miss Smith’s compliment. She was not sure the intimidating and voluptuous woman had liked her at first.

“So, we got time for one more scene before the sun goes down?” Arnie inquired of his new star. “Are you up for it, sweetie?”

“Oh, yes!” Ewa answered with quick enthusiasm.

“Ginger, go get King and bring him in,” Arnie ordered his assistant.

Ginger disappeared and a few seconds later returned with huge male Great Dane.

Ewa took one look at the huge beast and exclaimed, “Oh, my goodness!”

END OF PART TWO

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