by Keith Trimm
“Maybe you’re one of them,” Cassidy said. “You are dressed like a Nazi. Are you a Nazi?” she asked.
“This uniform? This is something I found. I have no idea what a Nazi is.” Guntar replied.
“And that accent? Where are you from?” Cassidy asked.
“You ask a lot of questions?”
“Yeah, and I’m still alive to ask them. I’m not stupid and I’m not going into those woods with a stranger. You might have a group in there waiting to kill us.”
Guntar held up his arms in frustration. “I cannot help you if you choose not to let me help. I am sorry, you can find your own path.”
“We will,” Cassidy said and took Dennis by the arm away from Guntar. Instead of heading straight back towards the carnage on the battlefield, she took Dennis to the right and skirted around the edge of the woods keeping the open area available in case they had to run. Cassidy tried to fake a smile as they left and headed away trying to find a path. There was none, they had to walk through the tall grass and make their own. This was not an area that was well traveled and with the woods on the right, it was hard to see where they were going. There was no chance that they were heading in any better direction than they had already been going. Maybe Guntar was only trying to help, but Cassidy felt better doing this on her own.
“Do you think it’s odd we met a guy dressed in a Nazi uniform out here?” Cassidy asked.
“I think it’s odd that space aliens are fighting a medieval army,” Dennis replied. “And that the queen could talk with her head cut off? And most of our trip has been pretty strange as well. I’m sure whatever is up ahead is going to be just as odd.”
Then they heard a scream from the tall grass below under their feet. “Get off me!” the voice yelled.
Dennis and Cassidy both spread the grass apart looking for whatever or whoever
yelled at them. “Who are you? Where are you?” Dennis yelled searching the grass.
“Over here!” the voice yelled shaking the grass back and forth.
Dennis stepped over to where the grass was moving and spread the grass apart looking down at some sort of small creature, about the size of large penguin, looking back up at him. “Sorry,” Dennis said. “Didn’t see you down there.”
“Yeah, I know, happens all the time,” the creature replied.
“Why are you walking in this tall grass?” Dennis asked. “You’re bound to get stepped on out here.”
“If you haven’t noticed, there are Nazi’s all around here, this is the best place to hide.”
“You mean there are more than one of them out here?” Dennis asked.
“The woods are full of them, they grow like weeds. Did you run into them?”
“We spoke to one, he said he wasn’t a Nazi, he said he found the uniform.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear. What else did he say to you?” the creature asked.
“He offered us a ride, said we should follow him into the woods,” Dennis replied.
“What did he do when you turned him down?”
“Nothing, he’s still back there I think.”
“Fuck, you need to get moving,” the creature said. “If they know you two are out here alone, they will be on your ass like flies on shit.”
“I knew something was wrong,” Cassidy spoke up.
“Who are you?” the creature asked.
“I’m Cassidy Rayne, porn star,” she replied with pride.
“Ever been in any DVD’s?” the creature asked.
“Over three hundred,” Cassidy replied.
“Shit, I don’t have a DVD player, can I see you naked?”
“Fifty bucks,” Cassidy replied.
“Fuck, all I have is a five. What can I get for five bucks?” the creature asked.
“I can show you a nipple,” she replied.
Eager to see a nipple, the creature dug out all the change he had in his pocket and counted. It was less than a dollar in coins. “What can I get for thirty five cents?” the creature asked.
Cassidy pretended to ignore the creature, but her desire to show off overcame her and she pulled down her shirt exposing both huge breasts. She gave them a little wiggle and put them back in her bra.
“That was fucking awesome,” the creature said holding out the change.
Cassidy took the change and put it in her pants pocket. “So we need to get out of here?” she asked.
“Yes, as soon as possible, you need to head away from the woods,” the creature replied.
“We’re trying to go around the woods,” Cassidy replied.
“Not good enough, you need to be heading in the opposite direction.”
“We just came from the opposite direction and it’s no better. Our only choice is to head away from both and try to keep our distance.”
The creature couldn’t see over the tall grass and watch the battle between the space ships and the medieval army, so it had no idea why they couldn’t head back. “Do what you want, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
“We’ll take your advice and stay as far away from the woods as we can, but we can’t go back so we have to compromise,” Dennis said getting frustrated.
“You want me to go with you?” the creature asked.
“I don’t know what or who you are, why would I want you to go with us? Maybe you’re the one we should be steering clear of. At this point, I don’t trust anyone, so we will have to decline your offer.”
“Offer? I just wanted to tag along until the Nazis get you. They put on a hell of a show. Evil sons of bitches.”
“What makes you so sure they will get us?” Dennis asked.
“Well, for one thing, they are about fifty feet behind you and heading this way,” the creature replied.
Both Dennis and Cassidy turned around and saw a group of about ten men in uniform tromping through the tall grass heading their way. They were carrying rifles and had a dog with them. “Fuck,” Dennis said.
Chapter 22
The Reiche
Cassidy and Dennis sat across the table from a very important man, at least he looked very important. He was dressed from top to bottom in black leather, black knee high boots and a riding crop. He also had an eye patch over his left eye and wore some sort of military insignia that neither Cassidy nor Dennis understood. He leaned over his desk and looked Cassidy over with his good eye. He said nothing. Then he leaned back and reached into his side desk drawer and pulled out a stack of DVD’s and a sharpie. With a thick German accent he said, “You will autograph these DVD’s for me, now.” He didn’t shout, he didn’t even really sound angry, but his English was iffy enough that he came off gruff.
Cassidy pulled the DVD’s closer, sliding them across the table and picked up a few. She took a look at the first one and spun it around so this man could see the cover.
“That’s not me,” she said setting the DVD back on the table, she did the same for the next one as well. The third DVD she recognized and said, “Now this one is me, it’s from that shit hole studio in south L.A., but at least it’s me. Where did you get these other ones? This girl doesn’t even look like me, she’s fat.”
The man spun the DVD she was talking about around and picked it up and looked at it. “My wife said this was you, she ordered it off the internet.”
“Your wife is either blind or pulling some shit on you. This ain’t me. I’ve been in porn for eight years and I can’t tell you who this chick is.”
“It says Cassidy Rayne right on the box,” the man said.
“It was also probably printed in China. I have no control what people do in China,” Cassidy replied.
“I see,” the man said. “I have a whole box of DVD’s with your name on them. I want you to go through them and pick out the ones that are fake. The others I want you to sign.”
Cassidy started at this guy in his one good eye and gave him a look of disgust. “Who the fuck are you?” she asked.
“I am Colonel Von Schlinkman, the commander of th
is camp,” he replied coldly.
Dennis chose this time to chime in. “May I ask, what are Nazis doing holding up in the woods? World War II was seventy years ago. You guys don’t exist anymore.”
“Nazi? What’s a Nazi?” the Schlinkman asked.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You are wearing a Nazi uniform and you don’t know what a Nazi is?” Dennis asked. “You even have a German accent. You look like a poster child stereotype for what every Nazi looks like.
“We are a commune of like-minded individuals that live in peace and harmony. Out choice of clothing is coincidental.”
Dennis sat dumbfounded. “Where is that little troll dude that we came in with?” he asked.
“He was executed an hour ago and tossed in the trash,” Schlinkman replied.
“What? Why?” Dennis asked.
“His kind are the sworn enemy of our people. They hunt us for food and make our
lives a living hell.
“He said you guys were the bad guys.”
“It’s all relative you know. I’m sure to him we are the bad guys, we did shoot the little fucker and toss him in the garbage.”
“Which begs the question, what are you going to do with us?”
“We have decided that Miss Cassidy Rayne is to put on a live show for the troops. You can join her on stage if you like, I am assuming you are her sex partner.”
Finding that statement very odd, Dennis got a bit angry and sternly said, “I have never touched this woman other than to pose her for a picture. She is a happily married woman with two kids.”
“How can you take pictures of such a sexual woman and not fuck her?” Schlickman asked.
“Easy actually, I don’t have three hundred dollars to pay her, and in some odd way, it would be like fucking my sister. I’ve seen her naked so many times it doesn’t affect me anymore. I’m actually surprised when she’s dressed. I think her natural state is nude.”
“Fine, then you can sit in a cell while she performs. We have many eager men and women who would love to have sexual relations with her.”
Cassidy, angry they were discussing her like she wasn’t there popped up and barked, “Do I get a say in this?”
Schlinkman smiled and tried to calm her down. She hadn’t signed his DVD’s yet and he didn’t want her so angry that she would refuse. “Please, Miss Rayne, will you sigh my DVD’s?”
“Don’t change the subject Adolf, I’m not signing anything, and I’m not putting on any live show for the troops. Not unless you have two grand in that desk drawer.”
“Two thousand dollars? To do what everyone does naturally? What makes you think you’re worth that kind of money?”
“Most women are ugly, I am not. I am what every man wants to fuck. I am the girl that these guys work with, and will never get. I am their dreams come true.”
“You are so silly girl. There is a reason why most women refuse to do what you do, it’s called respect. You have none. These “ugly” women as you put it are not ugly at all. They are only ugly in your mind as a way to make you feel better about yourself.”
“You went from Adolf to Freud in less than five minutes. I know what I know, I didn’t fall off the porn tree yesterday. I have a huge fan club and make lots of money doing what I do very well. I know how to please a man. I can suck cock like no other. I take it in the ass and I let men unload on my face and tits. Their pathetic wives would never let them do that. Those fat ugly bitches sit around watching television, eat chocolate and get fatter and lazier every day. I am thin, I am hot, I am every mans fantasy.”
“And for that they have to pay $19.99 for a DVD?” Schlickman asked.
“I can’t come to every man’s house now can I? I’m sure the fat bitch in charge would feel threatened by me and kick me out. These gutless men parade around and put up with these fat bitches in the hope they get laid once a month. With my DVD, they can get laid every day.”
“You mean with their hand? That is not laid, that is just as pathetic if you ask me.”
“Then why do you own my DVD’s?” Cassidy asked like she had just declared check mate.
“My wife is a fat pathetic slug, I agree. And I would cheat on her in a heartbeat if it were not that her father is also a very powerful and rich member of the high command. I am stuck with her and my sexless life, have no choice but to defer to your DVD’s. If I were caught with another woman, I would be shot on the spot.”
“Give me three hundred dollars and I’ll blow you right now under your desk,” Cassidy offered.
Schlickman was shaken by her offer. He stuttered and stammered and didn’t know how to reply. It was as if God himself had offered to make his life as happy as he wanted it. At least for the next ten minutes.
“I don’t pay for sex, but I may take you up on the blow job.”
“I don’t do freebies, sorry. Three hundred or nothing. And as far as your live sex show goes, it’s now three thousand.”
“You do realize we are holding you captive? You don’t have much to say in this,” Schlickman said leaning over his desk.
“Shoot me, I don’t care, nobody fucks with me,” Cassidy replied with pursed lips.
Dennis spoke up, “You have a husband and two kids to think about. This is about more than just you.”
Cassidy stopped in her tracks now thinking about her two little kids at home waiting for mom to come home. She realized that she was fucked and didn’t hold any good cards in this poker game. She leaned back in her chair defeated and looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
“The show will be tonight, a special treat for the troops. I will find you a group of men and women to have sex with, do you need to rehearse or can you fuck on command?” Schlickman asked.
“All I need is thirty minutes prior to the show to go over some details. Get me two guy and three girls and make sure none of them have any sexually transmitted diseases. I only work with people who have been tested.”
“We live in the woods, we don’t have a testing facility. You will have to do with what is available.”
“Then I want condoms.”
“Nobody wants to see condoms, it ruins the look.”
“You have to give me something,” Cassidy begged.
“You’re husband and kids will get their mother back,” Schlickman replied.
“How do I know you won’t shoot me and toss me in the trash once I’m done? What guarantees do I have?”
“I give you my word you will not be harmed. As you can see by my collection of your work, I value your talents. I would never kill anyone I admired so greatly. It would be like killing DE Vinci after he painted my portrait.”
“Wouldn’t that make your portrait worth more?” Cassidy asked.
“Don’t argue with me, you will go on stage tonight, you will have sex with whoever I tell you and you will not cause my any problems. At any time you stop performing to my satisfaction, you will be hauled off the stage and punished severely. Not killed, but taught a lesson.
Cassidy stood on the stage and looked at the crew they assembled for the show. They had two hours to come up with a program and “actors” they found were a huge disappointment. There was two men and two women, all pasty white and out of shape. The women were way too old for porn and the men looked like they had no clue why there were up on stage.
“Who has done porn before?” Cassidy asked raising her hand. Nobody responded, she didn’t think anyone would. “Does anyone know what porn is?” she asked.
“I do,” one of the men replied.
“What is porn?” Cassidy asked.
“I saw my mom fuck the mailman once, I was hiding in the closet.”
“How old were you when this happened?”
“Six I think, maybe seven.”
Cassidy spoke up. “Anyone else?” No response.
“Ok, I have two hours to teach you what to do,” she said rolling her eyes. “Who wants to go first?” Nobody raised a hand. “You,” she said pointing to the man who had seen
his mom have sex at six years old. “Come over here.”
The man walked over and stood facing Cassidy. “What?” he asked looking stupid.
Cassidy unzipped her pants and pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees. She pointed at her pussy and asked, “Do you know what to do with this?”
The man looked at her stubble covered pussy and shrugged his shoulders. “Shave it?” he asked.
“No dumbass, you fuck it,” she replied rubbing her forehead in frustration.
“Ok,” he said and stood there like a fence post.
“I want you to try to fuck me, ok?” she asked.
“Ok,” he said looking her in the eyes.
Cassidy stood waiting. “Well?”
“Well what?” he asked.
“Fuck me!” she shouted.
“Alright,” he said and scratched his nose. “I really don’t feel comfortable doing this in front of all these people.”
“In two hours there’s going to be fifty people, so you better know what you’re doing. We are going to play this like you are my boss and I’m screwing you for a raise, ok?” she asked. Now, you got me to pull down my pants, you take if from here.”
The man reached over and touched Cassidy on the hip. He smiled at how soft it felt. He looked at Cassidy and saw how pissed she was getting. He then put his finger on her pussy and stroked her stubble. He didn’t bother to look back up at her, he was pretty sure he was doing it wrong.”
“Put your finger inside,” she said.
The man pushed his finger between her pussy lips and looked up at her smiling.
“Lower, and deeper,” she snapped.
“I can’t, your pants are still on, I can’t get inside.”
“Then take them the fuck off! How hard is it to undress a woman? Most me know how to do it by puberty. You act like you never fingered a woman before.”
“I haven't,” he replied.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Forty seven.”
“Are you gay?”
“No, I would never do that.”
“Do you like girls?”
“Sure.”