Forever and a Day (23 page)

“Parker! Are you set?” Deacon called out to his assistant director and got a wave. Deacon gave Johnny a nod and walked off the set and to his command tent to watch the filming. He called out, “Last looks!”

“Hold!” Called out the Gaffer.

Deacon sighed, “Jorgen! What’s up?”

Jorgen came huffing and puffing up to Deacon, “Sorry… just heard from my guys, that they are refueling the generators and to wait a minute just in case.”

Deacon shot Jorgen a look, “Ok everyone just a moment!”

Jorgen put his walkie-talkie up to his ear, “Ok they are topped off and good. Sorry boss man.”

“We are a go!” Deacon yelled out and followed it up with, “Quiet!”

David Parker the AD, called out, “Roll sound!”

Pete, the sound guy, replied, “Sound speed!”

“Roll cameras!” The AD called out.

“One, rolling!” Doug replied.

“Two, rolling!” Craig followed.

The assistant cameraman, placed a digital clapboard in front of the camera. The writing on it read: Prod: The Throw Away Girl, followed underneath by eight digits of running timecode in red LED numerals. Then came the roll number, scene, take, the date, finally the director’s name.

The AC called out, “Marker” and clapped the plastic arm down with a hard smacking sound. He then ducked away and flashed the clapper in front of camera two.

Doug and Craig called out, “Set!”

“And… action!” Deacon called out.

Scene 227 took several takes due to all the violence and angry dialog. Halo noticed she lost some hair as she was repeatedly was roughed up by Johnny. It had hurt but not as bad when Johnny clipped her forehead with his knuckle on a viscous backhand. Halo insisted she was fine and to continue on, but Deacon called for first aid to check her out. They got the shot on the tenth take and Halo could feel where the bruises were going to be in the morning.

Scene 228 only took three takes to get a print. Being dragged across the sand by her handcuffed hands hurt like hell and with her shorts filling up with sand did not help. Although her tight pink, panties did well on keeping the sand out of her sensitive lady parts, which she was grateful for.

Scene 229 took a while to set up correctly as the sun was playing hide and seek through the trees. Deacon decided to take a twenty-minute break and let the sun clear the trees and the shadows they cast on the set.

When the sun cleared the trees, Deacon called for a closed set again and watched to make sure all the non-essentials were off the set and out of camera range. He also threatened everyone again that if he so much as caught a glimpse of cellphone, that person would be toast.

“Places everyone!” Deacon roared out, “Let’s get this in one take!” He walked over to Halo who was being re-handcuffed by the prop master and being dirtied up once again by makeup. Deacon checked her looks for continuity against a still picture on his tablet from the last scene’s take and print, “Looks good.” He replied and headed towards Johnny.

JJ came up and patted Halo on her bare shoulder, “Hang in there, it’s almost over. When we are done today I’ll buy the first round.”

Halo smiled, “After a long hot shower. Not sure if my stomach will handle food for some time…”

JJ winced and patted Halo’s arm gently. JJ left to stand by Halo’s two giants who were off to the side of the cameras nervously fidgeting.

Deacon checked Johnny, looking him up and down comparing him to the picture on the tablet. Content with his looks, he looked Johnny in the eye, “You watch your punches.”

Johnny nodded and wiped his nose with his finger, not meeting Deacon’s gaze, “Yeah, yeah, will do.”

Deacon paused and pointed his finger in his face, “You just watch out.”

Johnny looked towards Halo and nodded again, “Yeah, fine. I hear you.”

“Talent, get to your places please!” Deacon yelled out and followed Halo and Johnny to their marks on the other side of the fallen log. He helped Halo lay down on the sand and checked the camera positioning of the overhead. Satisfied he looked to camera one, which was about fifteen feet away and walked over to it. A PA quickly erased Deacon’s footsteps in the sand with a palm frond and scurried away. He checked the small screen and nodded, “Let’s do it!” He called out and headed to his command tent.

For what seemed like the hundredth time to Halo, David Parker called out, “Roll sound!” Finally, Deacon followed everyone’s calls with, “And… action!”

Johnny held his hand high up in the air and viciously came down hard towards Halo’s face, missing her nose by a hair. Halo turned with the blow. In shock she thought, Holy hell that was close! Then she got into character and began crying. She brought her handcuffed hands to her face as if the blow caused her great pain. Using the fact that Johnny was straddling her, she used her revulsion to sob harder and try to protect her face with her bound hands.

Johnny growled at her and yelled, “Whore!” He angrily slipped his fingers under one cup of the dirty white bikini top brushing against her soft full breast. With his other hand, he forced her hands up, away from her face, and ripped the top off. He took a half beat to look down at her full breasts that were only covered by the pasties. He felt excitement rush through him and felt himself getting hard.

“You bitch!” He screamed down at her as she squirmed beneath him, “Fucking hold still!” He un-straddled her and pulled her bum up off the sand by her short’s waistband. He felt it come free and he yanked it away and tossed it to the side.  Halo acted as if she was trying to push him away as he straddled her again and began forcing himself between her legs.

Johnny looked down at her shapely legs and seeing her pink panties set him off. He forced himself between those God damned sexy legs and with one hand on her chest, he held her down.

He leaned over her and with his other hand he ripped open his shirt. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants then pushed his full weight on top of her as she continued to feebly struggle. He felt his manhood throbbing as it rested up against her velvet soft sexy thigh. It came to him that he was so very close to her pussy. There was only one thing in the way—those fucking tight pink panties…

What the fuck? Halo thought. He just pulled out his dick! She could feel it hot and hard against her thigh and he was not wearing his ‘Cock sock’! She screamed out, “No!” but he pushed his weight down on her harder, pushing most of the air out from her lungs.

She began hitting him as best she could and fighting back as his fingers tried to dig under the side of her panties. Holy fuck! She screamed in her head, no one is realizing what was happening! She tried to look for her Giants but the log blocked her view. Everyone was clueless as he was going to try to rape her right here while the cameras were rolling! She felt his fingernails dig close to her pubic hair and he began to yank her panties to the side.

Suddenly everything for her came to a near standstill. She suddenly began twisting her hips, “FINE!” She thought to herself. She can play dirty too!

Feeling him failing at her gripping her panties, she pulled hard against her handcuffs and they came apart with a clink. Thank you prop master raced through her mind. With her hands free, she continued wiggling her hips hard then she heard him curse her loudly as he bore his weigh down on her. She grabbed one handful of sand and with the other hand, she balled up her fist tightly.

She took in as much air as she could and closed her eyes. Johnny’s face was so close to hers and his horrid breath was panting at her in-between his cursing. Without another pause she jammed her hand that was full of sand right into Johnny’s eyes and rubbed it in hard. He roared out in pain and she was ready for what came next.

He pushed himself up and brought his fist down fast towards her face. She beat him to it and got her face turned away in time from the blow, covering up her face with her hands. His punch deflected and landed above her forehead.

Halo heard a roar in her ears at the impact with his fist and whirling white stars danced in her vision. She knew time was limited, her eyes flashed opened and she immediately drew back her hand, her fist tightly balled up then punched Johnny right in his exposed throat with everything she had.

Feeling his Adams apple crunch under her blow she drew back again with her right hand readying another blow. He jolted up to a sitting position in between her legs, holding his throat with his hands while he choked and gasped for air; his face beet red in anger.

A rage overcame her as she saw his now limp dick hanging exposed between his legs. She screamed wildly and in one motion she drew back both of her legs from around him, pulled them up to her chest and kicked out hard aiming at his groin. She felt her bare foot meet something soft and felt it give way as her other foot continued on under his legs.

Through her rage she heard him scream out in pain, she had enough clarity to realize his scream sounded just like a little girl. Still in her red rage and without a thought she rolled out from under him and came shooting up to her feet. Looking down at her would be rapist she saw him doubled over and screaming in pain.

“YOU FUCKER!” She screamed and launched a kick at him. The blow caught him right in his face with the top of her foot. She felt as well as heard the pop when his nose broke and watched in what seemed like slow motion as her kick launched him backwards, causing him to crash back onto the sand. She moved so fast she surprised herself as she came up next to him. She saw his bleeding dick exposed for all to see and the rage took over again, she screamed and started stomping on his chest screaming epic obscenities at the top of her lungs.