Bound hand and foot, there was nothing Doreen could do to prevent the evil tortures that she was being dealt.
Never, in her wildest dreams had she imagined it to be like this - the whips, the studded dildos and other articles of torture, humiliation, and degradation.
The pain was almost more than she could bear, but she was determined to see it through.
Anything was worth going through to get what she had dreamed of, schemed for, and fantasized about for so many years.
As the crucifix was raised towards her spread apart pussy lips, she gritted her teeth - not only was the pain that she was anticipating more dreadful than anything she had ever endured, the sacrilege of the whole thing was nearly more than her Puritan upbringing would permit her to conscience.
As the silver crucifix was rammed into her pussy, she screamed in outrage - but there was nothing to stop Scanucci from doing whatever he wanted with her - not now or ever.
As the blood oozed inside her cunt, she knew that she was on her way to starring in her first movie - for the world famed director.
She had heard of his sadistic tendencies, but had never dreamed that it would go this far - and it was only the beginning.
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CHAPTER ONE
Doreen was really excited. She had dreamed of this day ever since she had first been to a movie when she was seven years old. To be a movie actress was her burning ambition. She had never considered any other way of life. And now it was about to become a reality.
To be accepted to train with Giorgio Scanucci, the world famous Italian director was every girl's dream who wanted to achieve international fame in the movies. Doreen couldn't believe it when she was told to report to his studio just outside Rome for a screen test. It was the biggest day in her life.
She had sent in her modeling pictures, the ones that had appeared in every major European fashion magazine. She had prayed that she would be accepted and now that she was on her way to the screen test, she could hardly contain herself.
Would the car never get there?
The streets as they neared the edge of The Eternal City were narrower and narrower. She felt confined by the ancient buildings that surrounded her on every side. If only the car would hurry. If only it could, but the streets were clogged with peddlers and pedestrians and bunches of small school children. She would have been just as pleased to run them all down in her hurry to get to her appointment. Above all she did not want to be late.
"Can't you go any faster?" she called to the driver.
"No, lady - you see for yourself, it's impossible."
Doreen slung herself back against the car seat and lit a cigarette. She was not one for patience in the best of circumstances and this morning's interview and test meant so much for her that she was ready to scream at the slowness of her progress.
At last, the car pulled free of the clogging traffic of the city and they were in the open country, headed for the villa where Scanucci's studio was located.
Doreen had driven past the forbidding looking studio many times, dreaming of someday being permitted inside it s stone walls - the walls behind which Scanucci produced his epic motion pictures, pictures that had won awards all over the world.
There were some who said that he was a genius, others who said that he was mad. Perhaps, both were true. At any rate, he was one of the greatest film directors of all time. That no one disputed. And Doreen could not wait to meet the famous man.
The car pulled up in front of the huge old iron gate that guarded the privacy of the film studio. A uniformed guard came to the window of the car.
"No admittance," he said to the driver.
"Tell him I have a letter," Doreen instructed her hired driver.
She fumbled in her purse, looking for the letter that would admit her to the private grounds of the film studio.
"She has a letter," the driver told the guard.
He looked into the back seat where Doreen was fumbling in her purse.
"I'll find it in a minute," she told the guard through the open window as he stepped to the rear of the car.
The guard grinned at the pretty girl with shoulder length blonde hair who was searching frantically in her large purse for the prized letter from the film director.
Some said that she resembled the movie star Sandy Dennis. There was a certain similarity she had to admit herself. The pouting lips and the cute little turned up nose. But Doreen had a haughty air about her that gave her much more of a presence than the simpering Sandy Dennis. She couldn't stand the girl herself and wished that she had looked like someone else. But she dealt with what she had been given to deal with.
"Here it is," she said triumphantly, pulling the treasured letter from her purse. She thrust it through the open window of the car and the guard took it from her.
She watched his face in pride as he extracted the letter from the envelope and began to read it.
"To Miss Doreen Fisher, 8 Via Flamminia
Roma
Dear Miss Fisher:
You have been accepted for a screen test at the studio of Giorgio Scanucci. Congratulations.
You will report promptly at 8:00 a.m. on Friday the 2Ist of this month. Be prompt.
There will be no second chance.
Girogio Scanucci
Director"
"This seems to be in order," the guard said, handing the letter back through the open car window to Doreen. She took it and smiled at the guard. He was a good looking young man. His face was perhaps a bit cruel, but that was exciting to Doreen. She liked dominant men. They made her feel like more of a woman. But she was not about to take any shit from anybody. Not her.
The guard pushed a button that unlocked the gate electronically and the car proceeded into the grounds of the ancient villa where Scanucci had set up his world famous film studio.
As they drove up the long drive that lead to the main building of the studio, Doreen saw a lot of people walking about in costumes from other times and other places.
Women in the costumes of ancient Egypt mingled with nuns and girls in mini-skirts. It was fantastic.
She was thrilled as they pulled up in front of the huge doorway to the film studio.
"I have no idea how long I will be," Doreen said to the driver. "You'll just have to wait."
"Very good," the driver said, opening the car door for Doreen.
She straightened herself up and walked up the grand stone staircase to the front entrance of the studio.
The immense oak door swung inward as she touched it and she stepped inside.
It was amazingly modern looking inside. There were glass partitions and florescent light fixtures that gave the place an impersonal office atmosphere. She hadn't known what to expect and was somewhat surprised by what she did find.
"May I held you?" an attractive young girl who was seated at a desk marked "Receptionist" asked her.
"Yes," Doreen said. She found the letter and handed it to the girl.
"Oh yes," the young woman said. "You are expected."
She pushed a button on the panel that was on her desk and handed the letter back to Doreen.
Through a doorway at the side of the reception area a young man appeared.
"Miss Fisher?" he asked. "Yes," Doreen said.
"Come with me please," the young man said. "Everything is ready for you."
Doreen felt her heart leap into her throat as she followed the young man through the doorway and down a long corridor that led to the inner secrets of the great film studio.
"You may wait in here," the young man said, opening a door for her.
Doreen nodded her thanks and walked into the small room the young man had indicated to her.
The door closed behind her and she thought she heard a lock snap.
"Good morning," a voice said, coming from nowhere.
Doreen looked around the small room. It was lined in mirrors, but she could not see anyone but herself, reflected endlessly in the mirrors.
"Good morning," Doreen said into the labyrinth of her own reflection.
"The Master will be ready for you shortly," the voice said. It seemed to come from a speaker somewhere in the ceiling above her head, but Doreen could not see one. "You will wait here until you are called for."
"Thank you," Doreen said.
She looked at her reflection in the mirrors.
She had taken particular care this morning to look her very best. She had gotten plenty of sleep all week, ever since the letter had come and she was looking really good.
Her delicate complexion was shining with anticipation of her screen test. She checked her make-up in the mirror. It was perfect. There was not a blemish anywhere on her face. It looked enchanting.
"Take off your clothes," the voice said, suddenly.
"What?" Doreen said, startled.
"Take off your clothes," the voice repeated. "The Master needs to see all of you."
Doreen hesitated. She had never appeared for nude photos anywhere. Had rarely allowed herself to be seen in even skimpy costumes.
"Take off your clothes," the voice said once more, this time with an edge of impatience to it.
Doreen sighed. If it had to be, it had to be, she thought. There was nothing she would not do for the chance to work with the famous Scanucci.
She began to unbutton the front of her dress. It was a pretty silk print that she thought the director would like. She had seen a similar dress on one of his favorite stars in his last picture. Now he would not even see the dress, unless she was permitted to put it on again.
There was a small bench in the center of the room. Doreen lay her dress on the bench and began to slide out of her slip.
Her pink panties and bra set off the tan of her skin very nicely. She liked the way she looked when she caught herself in the mirrors. She could see her body from every angle.
"The rest of it too," the voice said.
Apparently she was being watched. She looked at the mirrors that surrounded the entire room. Obviously they were the kind that could be seen through from the other side. One-way mirrors. Although she could see only her reflection in them, unknown people on the other side could see clearly everything that she did in the small room. Perhaps, there, were even cameras behind the mirrors, filming her as she stripped off her bra and then her panties.
She felt very vulnerable standing naked in the mirrored room. She did not know who or how many people were watching her, but she knew that she was being seen by at least one person from beyond the mirrors.
"Turn slowly around," the voice said. "We need to see every side of you."
Doreen put her hands on her hips and struck an attractive pose. She slowly turned in a complete circle, letting whoever or whatever was behind the mirrors take a good long look at her slim and attractive young body.
Suddenly the door of the room opened.
Doreen was startled. There was a tall and masculine looking woman who entered the room.
"Put this on," the woman said, handing Doreen a flimsy robe.
Doreen took the robe and wrapped it around her body. It fit fairly well and she knotted the belt that held the garment together. It was thin material, but not so thin that it was transparent - quite. Her skin tone could be detected just slightly through the robe. It had a sexual and voluptuous feel to it.
"Come with me," the woman said. She opened the door to the room and Doreen stepped once again into the long corridor.
The woman walked briskly ahead as Doreen followed. She turned a corner and stopped in front of an old iron door.
"In here," the woman said, holding open the door.
Doreen stepped through the door and it clanged shut behind her.
Blinding lights hit her eyes. She could not see anything in the place where she was, only the glare of lights that shone into her face and washed over her body from every direction.
"Doreen Fisher," a voice announced from somewhere beyond the lights.
"Strip her," a voice said in the blackness beyond the lights.
Two men entered the circle of light. They walked to Doreen and held out their hands.
"Take off the robe," one of them said.
Doreen took a deep breath and unfastened the belt that held the flimsy robe together.
She opened it and one of the men stepped up and slipped it off her shoulders.
She stood naked now, staring into the blinding white lights that were everywhere.
"Proceed," the voice from the darkness said.
One of the men had brought a case with him. It resembled a large overnight bag. He opened the case and pulled out a long, slender needle.
Doreen cringed as he held the needle up. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked.
"You'll see," the man said. "Come here."
"No," Doreen said, clutching her arms about her naked body. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I must have complete obedience," the voice who was giving the commands said from the darkness. "Do as you are told - or get out."
Doreen knew then that it was the famous director himself who was out there in the blackness giving the orders. She wanted this more than anything in the world.
"Alright, she said, dropping her hands from their protective attitude.
She stepped towards the man who was holding the long needle, awaiting whatever was going to happen to her.
It resembled a knitting needle, except that it was much longer and sharper. It was made of polished steel which glinted in the lights that beat down on her from every side.
The man who had taken the robe from her stepped up behind her and gripped her by the arms. He pinned them behind her, holding tight as the man with the needle stepped up in front of Doreen.
She watched as he gripped her left tit firmly in his hand, holding it upwards as he aimed the point of the needle at her tit.
"No," she screamed as he began to push the tip of the needle against her bare breast. The man behind her gripped harder, holding her helpless as the man plunged the needle through her tit.
The pain was excruciating as the long, slender needle rammed through the soft flesh of her young tit. She had never known such sudden and piercing pain.
Then the other tit with another needle. She could hardly stand up. If the man behind her had not been strong and holding her erect, she would have collapsed on the floor of the stage where she was being pierced with the needles.
The man who had pierced her breasts stepped back and reached into the case that he had carried with him. He took out two large rings of steel and walked back to where Doreen was being held by the other man.
He slipped the needles out of her tits and replaced them with the rings. They were clamped shut and she looked down at the two huge rings that were locked into place in her tits.
They were about three inches across and heavy. They were made of steel and glittered in the bright, white light.
"Now her pussy," the voice of Sanucci came from the darkness. "Put the rings in the lips of her cunt."
Doreen gasped as she realized what was going to happen to her. She had not expected anything like this, but she knew that if she ever wanted to work with the famous man that she would have to endure anything that he asked her to do.
She watched as the man with the needles knelt in front of her. He gripped the soft textured skin of her labia and stretched it outwards. The sharp needle that he had used to pierce her tit stabbed into her tender pussy lips and she let out a sudden burst of air. It was a silent scream at the pain that was being caused by the needle sliding into her warm, tender pussy lips.
The rings clamped into her labia as quickly as the needle was extracted. The tight grip the man had on her arms from behind left her helpless to do anything but look down at the newly acquired decorations on her body.
Four steel rings were now locked into her tits and her cunt. She smarted at the pain, but it was not over yet - that she knew as soon as she saw the device which was being wheeled out onto the lighted area.
A small platform with an upright two by four and a huge studded dildo was wheeled out and placed in the brightest spot in the lights that shone down on her. "Lash her to it."
Doreen was still being held by the man behind her. The man who had pierced her flesh brought a length of nylon rope out of his case and attached one end of it to one of the rings in her tits.
He tugged on it to test the knot that he had made. It held.
"Come with me," he said, tugging on the nylon rope.
Doreen could do nothing else. She allowed herself to be led to the platform and she stood up on it.
There was a ring in the side of the two by four facing her. The man looped the rope through the ring on the two by four and then through each of the rings that were attached to her cunt lips.
He pulled on the rope and Doreen was forced to squat as the rings were pulled. He looped the other end of the rope through the ring on her right tit and she was held in place, the dildo that jutted up from the floor of the platform aimed at her open anus.
"Tie her hands down," the voice from the blackness called.
Sturdy ropes were looped around her wrists, tying them to her legs just above the ankles. Doreen had to raise up on her toes, or the rope that attached her pussy to the two by four would pull. It hurt as she tried to find a reasonably comfortable position.
"Now sit on it," the voice said from the blackness beyond the circle of light.
Doreen hesitated. She knew that the dildo would tear her asshole open.
"Sit on the dildo," the voice commanded.
Doreen clenched her teeth. She knew that there was nothing to do but comply with the order.
Slowly she began to lower herself, her tip-toe position giving way as she lowered her body.
The head of the dildo poked at her rosy pink asshole. She felt the hard rubber of the dildo slide into the tiny opening of her ass and she gasped. It hurt far more than she had anticipated. But she knew that she had to take it. She felt the hard rubber of the dildo as it pressed her anal muscles apart. She had never felt such pain. It was stretching her tight asshole wide open as she inched her way down on the dildo.
Two inches then three of the hard rubber rammed into her butt as she lowered herself over the thing.
The rings were pulling at her pussy lips, stretching them out as she felt the big dildo poke into her asshole. Then the rings on her tits began to pull as she resisted the pressure of the dildo and tried to slide back up.
"Take it," the director shouted from behind the lights.
She knew that the whole thing was being filmed. She could hear the quiet whirr of the cameras that were aimed at her as she rammed herself down on the dildo, taking six inches of the hard rubber into her pussy.
She gasped at the pain that shot through her whole body. She felt as though her butt hole was being ripped open. She could feel a slight trickle of blood leak from her ass and dribble down the length of the huge dildo as she rode up and down on it, fucking herself in the ass with the thing as the rings pulled on her cunt lips and her tits.
The ropes that were around her wrists and ankles bound her tightly. She felt the chaffing of the ropes as she wriggled with the dildo firmly planted up her ass. Doreen felt the tender muscles of her ass grip at the dildo as she rammed herself up and down on the hated object.
It rammed deep, deep into her hot butt hole as she raised herself up and down on it, driving it farther and farther into her ass as the rings pulled on her tits, making them ache as she strained to keep her pussy from being stretch to extremes.
"Give her something to suck on," the director commanded.
One of the men who had gotten her into this position came up onto the stage. He stood directly in front of her and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his thick cock and pushed it against Doreen's lips. She opened her mouth and took the man's cock inside.
She felt the hard thrusts of his meat as he rammed it into her throat, the dildo stretching her asshole wide open as she sucked on the man's hard, throbbing cock.
Doreen's ass was pulsating at the agony of the dildo as she bounced up and down on it, taking it all the way up her butt as she sucked on the man's cock. He rammed it into her mouth, plunging past her teeth and over her tongue, poking the head of his dick against the back of her throat and making her gag.
She felt the pulling of the rings on her pussy lips and knew that she could not take much more. But she had to, there was no way out.
The man rammed his hard dick into her mouth, his balls slapping her on the chin as he drove it all the way down her throat, pushing it in as far as he could and shooting his hot, thick load of cum into Doreen's sucking, licking mouth.
She gulped down the load of juicy cum as he squirted it into her throat. The dildo rammed up her butt and she felt a warm, slippery feeling in her pussy as the rings jerked on her cunt lips and stretched them farther and farther.
"Cut," she heard from beyond the circle of light.
Doreen relaxed against the seat of the hired car as the driver pulled through the gates of the film studio.
She clutched the signed contract in her hand and closed her eyes.
Now that she had passed the screen test - taken anything the director had dished out to her - now what?
She looked at her contract. She was signed for one picture. It was called "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon." She could only imagine what would be required of her for the filming.
But to have this signed contract in her hands was the most important.
She knew now that she could take whatever was required.
CHAPTER TWO
Scanucci scanned the set. The dance sequence that was a central part of his musical film was not going well. His choreographer was demanding and the - dancers were having a difficult time keeping the positions that he assigned to them.
"Hold it!" Rossi, the choreographer screamed. "Hold those positions!"
"I can't" one of the girls said, sliding down to the floor. He had her squatting with her legs spread wide apart. She had been in that position for nearly ten minutes and the strain on her muscles was too much, She simply could not hold it any longer.
"You will hold the positions that I give you," he said. "Or I will find dancers who can."
It was nerve wracking. The girls were all good dancers, but the demands of Rossi were becoming more and more outrageous.
The hot lights of the sound stage beat down on the dancers. They were clad in tight latex outfits with hoods that covered their head and left their breasts open. The skimpy G-strings that they wore cut into their flesh as they moved in the difficult dance steps that Rossi was putting them through.
The long legs of the girls were encased in latex boots that came all the way up their thighs. It was hot and sweaty under the lights and they were getting tired.
"Take a break," Scanucci ordered. "Rossi, I want to talk to you."
The girls groaned as they let themselves out of the contorted positions that they had been attempting to hold.
"We are going to be filming this sequence in a few days," Scanucci said as Rossi sat down next to him in the camp chair that was provided for him. "Are these cunts going to be ready?"
"Yes," Rossi assured him. "They will be ready."
"Good," Scanucci said. "Do whatever you have to to get them into shape. We film on Friday and I don't want to take more than one day to do it."
"Right," Rossi said. He stood up and looked over the girls who were taking their break. They were an attractive lot, he thought to himself. Attractive and dedicated. It was gratifying to know that the routines that he had devised for the dancers were the hardest things that had ever been required of them. Also that the result of his months of planning would be committed to film and therefore immortalized. He hated to have his dances performed, in theatres and night clubs where after the performance it was all over. He liked the feeling of immortality that film gave him.
"Alright," he commanded. "Break is over. Back to your positions."
There was general groaning from the girls. Their muscles ached and were strained past endurance, but it was not over yet. They had hours more to rehearse that day and the next and the next. By Friday when the cameras rolled, he knew that they would all be capable of the acrobatic requirements that he had set for them.
"Exercise time," he said. "I want to see those legs stretched nearly out of the sockets. Now let's move it."
The girls lined up and he gave the command.
"Split," he ordered.
The girls dropped to the floor, their legs stretched out at their sides. They bounced up and down, their pussies stretching open as they hit the floor, their legs extended as far as they would go.
Some of the girls couldn't quite make it down to the floor.
Rossi crossed to them and shoved on their shoulders, causing them to gasp in pain as he forced them down to the polished floor, their pussies ripping open as he rammed down on their shoulders.
"Stretch," he said, "stretch out those legs."
The girls strained and stretched their legs as far as they could. Their boot toes pointed outwards and they felt the stretching in their thighs and calves as their pussies spread open.
"Donna," Rossi said to one of the girls. "How is the leg stretch coming?"
Donna was one of the featured soloists. She had a grueling routine to perform with her left leg locked around the back of her neck. She had been working on it for weeks, but she still had not performed it to Rossi's satisfaction.
"It's coming," Donna said, smiling up at the choreographer she adored. "It's coming."
"Let me see," he said, stepping back. "Go into the routine."
Donna slid her legs together from the stretched out split that she was executing. She rolled over onto her stomach and put the palms of her hands on the floor. Her left leg began to double back and she bent her head down to allow it to slip behind her neck. She strained and struggled, but she couldn't quite make it.
"I'll help you one more time," Rossi said. He grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled, shoving her foot behind her head as she lay on the floor.
Donna felt the stretching of her muscles, it was quite painful as the man pulled on her leg, forcing it into the position that he had devised for her.
"Lift her up," he said to the girls on either side of Donna.
The two girls gripped Donna by the elbows and pulled her upwards. She set her right foot on the floor and they brought her to an upright position, with her left leg high over her head, firmly placed around the back of her neck.
"Let her go," Rossi said to the two girls who were supporting Donna.
They released their hold on her and she went crashing to the floor, nearly smashing her pretty face against the highly polished boards of the dancing area.
"Stupid bitch," Rossi said.
"I'm sorry," Donna said, trying to untangle her leg from her neck.
"Try again," Rossi said. "If you don't get it right, I'll break every bone in your body."
This time Donna sat on the floor, her right leg stretched out to its full length. She had long, slender legs, the legs of a dancer. They were well muscled and she had control of her body sufficient for most requirements, but Rossi was placing unusual demands on her technique. She strained, lifting her leg and placing it behind Tier neck with some difficulty, but managing to accomplish the feat.
"Now do it without using your hands."
Donna brought her leg down to rest on the floor and then began again. She lifted her long, slender leg upwards, bending her body forward, leaning her head down and reaching for the back of her neck with her foot.
Just an inch or two more, she strained and stretched, trying to accomplish the task with her hands on the floor.
"Here," Rossi finally said in desperation. He grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled. Her foot slipped behind her neck and he left her sitting there in that position.
"Keep practicing," he said. "You've got to have it right by Friday."
Donna felt her pussy aching as it was stretched open from the odd position that she was holding. It hurt as she maneuvered her body, attempting to stand with her leg locked around her head.
She stumbled and fell back to the floor. She was trying, and she knew she would make it. She had to.
"That's better," Rossi said as he watched her inch her foot up behind her neck. She was doing it without the use of her hands for support and she just made it.
"Keep trying until you can do it with ease from a standing position," he said. Then he turned his attention to some of the other dancers.
"Get those legs up," he commanded to two girls who were standing on one foot, stretching their legs upwards, attempting to get them up straight. He grabbed hold of the girl's legs and rammed them upwards.
"Ow," one of the girls exclaimed as she felt her cunt being pulled open by the stretching of her leg into the air.
"Get used to it," Rossi said. "You haven't seen anything yet."
The exercise session went on and Donna was making some headway with her difficult position, but she still was not able to make it without using her hands when she was in a standing position. The movement required that she lift her leg freely from the floor and snake-like wrap it around her neck and hold the position for 16 beats of music and then slowly snake it back down again.
When it was time to call it a day, Donna collapsed on the floor.
"Come with me," Rossi said. "I think I know what to do about your problem."
She picked herself up and followed the choreographer to his office. It was a large, comfortable one in the old villa and he had it set up almost like a living room. He also had some contraptions there for helping the girls get into the unusual positions that his dances required.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked, walking to the portable bar in his office.
"God, yes," she said. "I could use one."
Rossi mixed drinks for the two of them and walked over to where Donna was sitting on the couch.
"Here," he said, holding the glass out to her.
"Thanks," she said, taking it from him.
"I know you can do it, Donna," he said, slipping down on the couch beside her. "I just know you can."
"I'm really trying," she said. "It's the hardest thing you've ever asked me to do."
"I know it's difficult," he said, sipping his drink. "But think of the effect it will make."
"Yes," she said. The drink really felt good sliding down her parched throat.
"Are you willing to go to any lengths to achieve it?" he asked.
"Of course," she said.
"Alright," he said. "Come here."
They set their drinks down on the table and walked to the center of the room.
Donna watched as he lowered a loop of rope from a pulley on the ceiling.
"Give me your wrists," he said.
Donna placed her wrists one over the other in front of her. Rossi looped the rope around her wrists and tested it. It would hold.
He crossed to an electric panel that was on the wall. It was the control for numerous motorized pullies that he had attached to the ceiling of his office.
He pushed the appropriate one for the pulley that was attached to the rope that bound Donna's wrists together. The pulley hoisted the rope upwards and she felt her arms being pulled up over her head.
Rossi watched as her arms were hoisted upwards. He hit the button just as her foot began to be pulled from the floor. The weight was off her foot, but she could still balance herself.
"Now try lifting your left leg into position," he said. "This way you won't be tempted to use your hands for support."
Donna began to curl her leg upwards. She lifted her foot from the floor and extended her left leg out straight. Then she bent the knee and began to slide it up wards, bending forward as much as she could, but the rope that was attached to her wrists prevented her from bending too far forward. When she executed the dance in the film, she had to do it with her back straight and not bend her head forward.
She felt the strain in her muscles as her foot reached her shoulder. She was stretching as far as she could and could not quite manage to slide it inot position.
"Dammit," Rossi said. "Here."
He grabbed hold of her foot and shoved. It slid behind her neck and he positioned it in place.
"Now hold it."
He crossed to a chest of drawers that stood at the side of his office and opened one of the drawers. He brought with him a short length of rope as he returned to where Donna was hanging from the ceiling with her foot stuck behind her neck.
"This will hold it in place," he said, looping the rope around the heel of her boot. He pulled it tight, forcing her leg even farther behind her neck as he gripped a large metal ring that was sewn into the back of her halter.
He looped the rope through the ring and pulled it taut.
Donna felt her leg muscles being stretched as the rope was firmly secured to the ring on the back of her halter.
She was strung up now, her hands above her head, tied at the wrists to the rope that held her suspended from the ceiling, and her left foot was firmly secured behind her neck.
"That should give your muscles a chance to stretch into the right position," Rossi said. "I'll leave you like that."
"How long?" Donna said, gritting her teeth against the agony of the stretching of her muscles.
"All night," he said and left the office, slamming the door behind him.
Donna didn't know how long she had been tied up in the leg-stretching position, but every muscle in her body ached. She felt as though her leg was being wrenched from the socket as she hung there, suspended from the ceiling.
She jerked at the sound of the door being opened. Could she have been there all night already? She certainly hoped so.
"What the hell?" It was the night janitor coming to clean up the office. He stopped dead in his tracks just inside the door, his broom resting in his hand.
"Don't bother about me," Donna said. "I'm being trained for a difficult dance routine."
"Whatever you say, lady," the janitor said.
He closed the door behind him and walked into the room.
He watched Donna from the corner of his eye as he went about his tasks. The long, thigh-high latex boots that Donna was wearing came just up to where the tight G-string was that covered her cunt. He looked at the dark brown nipples of her tits that were sticking through the openings in the front of her halter. Her whole tit hung through. They were big and round and full. The janitor itched to touch them.
"Can you let me down?" Donna asked the man. "I don't think I can take much more of this."
"I couldn't do that," the man said. "I would lose my job."
"Dammit," Donna said, "This is killing me. I'll never make it through the whole night like this." .
She struggled against the ropes that were holding her, but it was completely useless.
The janitor crossed to where Donna was suspended in the middle of the office. He still held his broom in one hand as he reached out and gripped her tit with the other hand.
"Stop," Donna complained. "Don't do that."
"You're not in much of a position to be giving orders," the janitor grinned. He gave her tit an extra-hard squeeze.
Donna felt his rough hand gripping and pinching her tit. It hurt, but not so much as the stretched muscles in her legs.
"You got nice tits, lady," the janitor said, fondling her round full breasts with his hand. He lay the broom on the floor at her foot and gripped both boobs with his hands.
They really felt great. They were full and fleshy and he loved to manipulate the round, full flesh in his hands as the woman hung there helpless before him.
"What's this little thing?" the man asked, plucking at the G-string that was the only thing covering her spread open cunt.
"Don't," she began to protest as he pulled a penknife out of his pants pocket and cut the elastic band that held the G-string in place. It came free in his hand and he stuffed it into his pocket as he looked down at the spread open lips of her pussy that were stretched wide as he leg was hoisted above her head and the other balanced her on the floor.
"Stop," she said as he slid his fingers along the parted mouth of her cunt. He could feel the warm, slippery inner channel of her cunt as his fingers probed inside.
"Please stop," Donna pleaded. He was ramming his fingers into her pussy now, shoving them in to the knuckles. She felt the probing, pushing fingers as they gripped hold of her clit and began to taunt and tease her delicate membrane.
"You don't really want me to stop," the janitor said, sliding his fingers hotly in and out of her moist opening.
"Stop," she said, squirming as best she could in the weird position in which she was trapped.
The man was really working on her, playing with her clit, sliding his fingers in deep and stretching open her hot pussy lips as far and as wide as he could. He felt the sticky wetness of her cunt as he manipulated the tissues of the inner lining of her secret love nest.
"Don't," she cried, taking short intakes of breath.
It was beginning to get her wet as the man probed deeper and harder into her hot box.
"You love it," he said, smiling at her as he rammed his fingers inside her pussy.
"No," she said, twisting herself in the ropes that held her attached to the ceiling.
"You're pussy's all wet and dripping," the man said, sliding his fingers out of her cunt. "See," he said, thrusting his damp fingers into her face.
"Don't," she said.
And as she opened her mouth to speak, he slid his fingers into her open lips, letting her taste the quim that clung to his fingers.
Donna felt violated as she hung there, her leg tied behind her neck. But there was little or nothing she could do to stop horn.
She tasted the sweet, sticky cream that coated the man's fingers as he slid them in and out of her mouth, fucking her with her own pussy juices.
Donna tasted it and gagged.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and bent to the floor.
"NO!" she screamed as she saw him place the end of the broom handle at the moist opening lips of her hot cunt. "NO!"
"Shut up," he said, thrusting his broomstick a few inches into her twat.
"Oh God, help me!" Donna shrieked as the man began fucking her in the cunt with the handle of the broom.
He slid it several inches inside' of her and jiggled it slightly. She felt the hardness of the broomstick in her twat and prayed that he would not ram in too far.
He already had six inches of hard wood inside her pussy, pushing and probing as he pumped it into her.
"Oh God," Donna said, over and over again. "Oh God, oh God."
She began panting and her large breasts heaved excitedly as she felt the broomstick ramming into her twat. It was painful, but strangely exciting. It was hard and hot.
"You like it, don't you?" the janitor grinned at her. "You really like it, don't you, slut?"
"No," Donna gasped. "No, oh no, oh no."
But her breathy voice revealed her true emotions. It was wild and strange, but it was exciting.
The hardness of the wooden handle of the broom was better than any cock she had ever felt in her cunt. It was relentlessly stiff and it gave her a wild thrill as the thing slid into her, poking and stretching her open.
Her cunt ached from the hardness of the handle of the broom, and her leg was numb from the position it had been tied in for so long. It was a hot and wild feeling that flitted through her moist pussy as the broom handle was poked into her. She twisted and squirmed in the ropes that bound her and felt the broom handle slide deeper and deeper into her tortured twat.
Suddenly, the broom was whisked out of her cunt. She gasped as the relief that she felt.
"Now, that I've got you loosened up," the janitor said, we'll really have some fun.
Donna saw his cock flop out of his pants as he pulled down the fly. His' dick was big and hard as a rock. He gripped her right leg with his left hand and steadied her as she dangled from the rope. She felt the hard, thick thrust of his cock as it rammed into her moist and open pussy.
The man's cock rammed her cunt as he held onto her, pulling her down on the shaft of his dong. He pulled back and thrust again and again, driving his meat deep and hard into the girl's tormented cunt.
Donna gasped as she felt the long hard thrusts of his man meat, ramming inside her, plunging deep and hard. She was helpless to do anything but hang there and let him fuck her all he wanted.
All night if he felt like it. There would be no one into the film studio until morning - and it was not that late at night yet.
"Good morning," Rossi said as he sauntered into his office.
Donna was never so grateful to see anyone in her life.
He promptly walked over and let her loose. She had to be helped down and rested for a few hours on the couch in Rossi's office.
"You're wanted on the set," was the next thing she heard.
She groaned and pulled herself up. Her muscles were sore from the stretching she had gotten - but she knew now that she could do the difficult dance step - she could do practically anything now, after the night she had just spent.
CHAPTER THREE
Doreen couldn't wait to get started.
It was the first morning that she had been told to report for work on "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon."
First, she had to report to wardrobe for her costume for the film. She was playing one of the nuns and the scene that was supposed to be done that day involved her and another girl. The other girl' was already in wardrobe when
Doreen got there.
"Hi," the pretty red haired girl said, "I'm Olivia."
Doreen introduced herself. The two girls were going to be friends.
Olivia had worked for the director Scanucci before when she was fourteen. She had played a virgin who was raped during the sack of Rome by the Huns. It had been really a great movie and she had gotten a lot of attention from it - she had been Scanucci mistress for awhile, but he had found a younger and prettier girl to replace her. She was glad though, that he still wanted to use her in his movies.
The woman in wardrobe quickly measured the two actresses and found nun's habits to fit them both.
Doreen was an experienced nun and Olivia was playing a novice. Doreen's long black habit was quite striking with her coloring and Olivia looked soft and vulnerable in the grey habit of the novice.
As they walked down the corridor of the film studio, their long skirts swished against their legs. They were naked under the robes and it was a wild feeling to be dressed as nuns and to be completely nude beneath the garments.
Doreen felt the warm caress of the cool fabric as it clung to her body.
Olivia looked really cute in her little grey habit. Her tiny breasts just barely showed through the front of the gown. The soft, clinging fabric did show up her taut little nipples though. They pushed out the gentle slope of the front of the garment as she and Doreen walked onto the soundstage.
"Do you know your lines?" an assistant director asked them as they reported for rehearsal.
"Yes," they both answered in unison.
"Good," he said. "Then let's rehearse the scene - all the way up to the punishment bit."
They were shown their marks on the floor that had been taped out for them so that the camera could catch them in the shots that the director had set up for them. It was important that they stay on the marks, otherwise they would not be where the camera expected them to be and therefore they would be out of range of the shooting.
Doreen and Olivia took up their positions.
Doreen was in charge of the novice nuns and she had caught Olivia violating one of the rules of the nunnery. Everything was very strict in the nunnery and the punishments meted out for even minor infractions were quite severe.
"You vile wench," was Doreen's first line as she struck the girl across the cheek.
"No," the assistant director said. "You have to really hit her, not just a light little pat. Scanucci wants it to look real - to look real, it has to be real. Now try it again."
"You vile wench," Doreen said again and slapped Olivia harder than before.
"More," the assistant director said. "Hit the stupid little slut. Slap the shit out of her."
Doreen took a deep breath. She looked into Olivia's eyes and the girl gave her a nod and smiled. It was as if to say, "It's okay. Hit me."
Doreen repeated the line, spitting it out with pure hatred. She caught Olivia off guard with the violence of the blow and nearly knocked the girl over. There were tears in Olivia's eyes from the impact of the slap, but the assistant director was pleased.
"That's more like it," he said. "This is a movie about punishment and humiliation - we don't pussyfoot around."
Doreen had the idea now. She was sure that she knew what the director wanted.
"Get down on your knees," she said. She grabbed Olivia by the arm and threw her to the floor. The girl cringed in front of her and Doreen towered over her.
"Kiss my feet," Doreen said. "Kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness."
Olivia watched as Doreen hoisted the hem of her skirt a few inches and thrust one of her feet forward.
The girl bent down, supplicating herself before the superior nun. She gripped the little show in her hands and leaned forwards. She kissed the toe of the shoe, licking the leather as she did so.
"Beg," Doreen said. "Beg for the forgiveness of God whom you have offended."
A long, low wail escaped from the lips of the young red haired girl as she prostrated herself on the floor before Doreen. She pressed her body to the floor, licking Doreen's shoes and moaning in an animal-like wail.
Doreen felt the intensity of the girl's acting. She was really getting into it.
"Vile slut," Doreen said, thrusting the toe of her shoe into the girl's mouth and pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth. The girl gagged and choked as Doreen shoved her foot into her mouth.
"Good," the assistant director commented. "You're really getting the idea."
Doreen pulled the toe of her shoe out of Olivia's mouth and pressed the sole of her shoe into her face, she shoved, jerking the girl's head upwards as she forced it to the limit.
"Good," the assistant director said. "Very good."
Doreen was beginning to get into it. She had never done anything like this before. She had never tortured or humiliated anyone. It gave her a sense of power that she was beginning to enjoy. It was thrilling.
"Lick my body," Doreen said, lifting the skirt of her habit.
Olivia got up to her knees again and bent forward. She started at Doreen's feet and began to lick her leg as she slid her tongue over the woman's flesh. Doreen lifted the habit little by little, encouraging the girl onwards and upwards. She pulled on the skirt, hiking it up as Olivia licked her legs, gripping them by the calves to support herself as she moved farther and farther up Doreen's well-shaped legs.
"Lick it," Doreen began to moan. "Lick it, lick it, lick it."
Olivia used her tongue like a lizard, darting it out quickly and pulling it back. It was a very stimulating thing and Doreen was getting turned on by what the girl was doing.
Olivia slid her hands up, putting them on the backs of Doreen's legs as she licked upwards to her thighs, tasting the soft, sweet flesh of the woman who was playing the other nun.
Since Doreen was naked under the habit, Olivia could lick her body all the way up the thighs. She reached the hot little nest of Doreen's cunt and began to slide her tongue along the moist slit of the other woman's pussy.
Doreen gasped as she felt the warm, soft tongue of the young girl slide along the wet lips of her cunt. She spread her legs wider, feeling the warmth and wetness of Olivia's eager, searching tongue.
"Lick it, you bitch," Doreen said, huskily. She could feel the hot flashes in her cunt as Olivia began to dart her tongue in and out of her hot little cunt.
She was holding her skirt all the way up now, revealing her legs and thighs and her hot twat. Olivia was really getting into it, slipping her tongue into Doreen's pussy.
"Cut," the assistant director called. "That's fine. You both know what you're doing."
"Thank you," Doreen said as she lowered her skirt and looked down at the lovely Olivia who was still kneeling at her feet.
Olivia looked up into Doreen's face, she slid her tongue over her lips tasting the sweetness of the moisture she had licked from the other woman's pussy.
The second part of the scene took place on a different set. It was the dungeon of the nunnery - the place where the real punishments of the nuns took place.
"This is eerie," Doreen said as she and Olivia were shown the set and where they would be doing the rest of their scene.
It was simulated to look like one of the catacomb-like subterranean chambers that honeycombed ancient Rome - a lot of the places were still in existence. Some were night clubs now, others were tourist attractions, complete with the medieval torture devices that had been used at that time.
The girls were shown what and how to do what they were supposed to do in the scene.
"Do you think you can stand it?" Doreen asked Olivia over coffee in the actor's lounge.
"I can take anything," Olivia said. "Don't worry about it - after making seven pictures with Scanucci, there isn't anything I can't endure."
Doreen had seen the picture that started Olivia's career. She had been raped by seventeen men in one scene alone.
"How could you do it?" Doreen asked her. "And at that age."
"It wasn't really that difficult," Olivia told her. "The scene only took a few minutes on the screen, but actually, it took over a week to make it. I didn't have to get fucked more than three or four times any one day - it was kind of fun, too. I really liked some of the guys and we had a ball doing the scene."
Doreen could understand that. Hell, what girl wouldn't like to get fucked by a whole bunch of Italian movie actors, one right after the other - maybe she would get a chance at a scene like that sometime.
"Alright, ladies," the assistant director said as he came into the lounge where the two girls were sitting. "Scanucci is about to arrive on the set. I suggest that you be there when he shows up."
Olivia immediately got to her feet.
"Come on," she said, urging Doreen. "He does not like to be kept waiting."
Doreen took one last quick gulp of her coffee and joined Olivia who was nearly out the door of the lounge.
The set was lit now. It was brighter than Doreen had thought possible.
Christ, she thought, Am I going to be able to go through with this pussy licking scene with all these stage hands watching - and the lights - that was the thing that really made her feel strange.
It was so bright - and to think that it would be shown on movie screens all over the world. Millions of people would sit in the dark watching her have her pussy sucked out by this pretty young girl - it was scary.
"Don't be nervous," Olivia said. "It will be fine. Just throw yourself into it like you did earlier. I think you were really getting off on it."
"I was," Doreen confessed. "I'll really turn you on when the cameras start rolling," Olivia promised.
"Places," the assistant director called. Scanucci had arrived.
"Alright," Scanucci said as the two women waited in place on the set. "I hear that the rehearsal went well."
Doreen felt the blood rush to her head as she stood before the great director. It was what she had been waiting for all her life.
"Now," he continued. "I want to extend the opening of the scene. More violence. More humiliation - improvise. Don't stop until I call cut - I want blood."
Doreen was petrified. Could she give him what he wanted? She didn't know, but, by God, she was going to try like hell.
"Quiet on the set," was heard to echo through the great soundstage.
Then the classic call for Lights, Camera - ACTION!
The slap resounded across the great cavernous stage as Doreen knocked Olivia to the floor. She stepped up quickly and kicked the groveling girl in the stomach.
"Filthy slut!" she barked. "Filth, filth, filth."
Doreen was really getting into it. She was kicking the girl and making her roll over and over on the floor. The camera was catching it all.
"Now, lick my feet," Doreen said, evilly.
The foot licking was really wild now. Olivia was throwing herself into the part with a vengeance. She licked and sucked on Doreen's leather shoes, tasting the cool, slick leather.
"Now lick my body," Doreen said, lifting her skirts.
Olivia clutched at Doreen's legs as the woman exposed more and more of her body to the invading eye of the camera. She could feel the millions of eyes that would someday be watching her as the girl slithered her tongue up her legs, licking and sucking as she moved upwards to Doreen's open and anxious cunt.
"Lick it, lick it, lick it," Doreen said huskily as she spread her legs wide, already anticipating the warm lashes of the girl's hot, eager tongue in her open and waiting pussy.
Scanucci sat in his chair near the action on the stage. His eyes were hidden behind the coal-black sunglasses that he wore. He saw the look of eager desire on Doreen's face and a slow, dark smile spread across his thin lips.
Olivia was licking the upper thighs of the other woman now. Her warm, pink tongue was slithering upwards, reaching for the parted, anxious lips of Doreen's twat.
"Piss on her," he whispered. "Piss in her mouth."
Doreen couldn't believe what she had heard.
"Do it," Olivia whispered to her, "do whatever he says."
Olivia slid her face between Doreen's outspread thighs, her mouth open, her tongue extended waiting for the first trickle of golden water to hit her eager, waiting tongue.
Doreen concentrated all her efforts. She had never done anything like this before. She screwed herself up and breathed deeply, pushing her kidneys to flow.
The warm trickle of piss seeped from her. She gasped as she realized what she was doing, but she had begun and the flood was soon to follow.
The golden piss streamed out of her mouth and cascaded down, flowing over Olivia's tongue as the girl licked and lapped at it as quickly as she could. It was coming too fast though and she began to feel herself drenched with the flood of Doreen's water.
"Drink it, damn you!" Scanucci yelled. "Drink her piss."
Olivia thrust her mouth over the opening and gagged down the piss as it squirted into her mouth, filling her with the salty taste of the woman's fresh urine as it flowed into her mouth and down her throat.
"Suck it out," Scanucci ordered. "Suck out her pussy."
Doreen was beginning to get dizzy as the pissing subsided and she felt the hard, deep thrusts of Olivia's tongue into her cunt mouth, the girl's tongue driving deep and hard.
"Cut!" the command came.
Olivia fell back on her heels and looked up into Doreen's face.
Doreen was gasping as she felt an orgasm cut loose in her cunt. Olivia's face and the front of her habit were soaked in piss as the pretty girl smiled up at her.
The next scene was in the dungeon.
"Strip her," Doreen commanded to two extras who were in the scene with her. "Strip her for the nailing."
The two extras who were also dressed as nuns, began to remove the piss-soaked habit from Olivia's trembling body as the girl acted the role of a frightened novice who was about to be punished for her sins.
There was a device in the dungeon set that was standing on a little platform. After they had taken the habit off Olivia's body, they led her naked to the platform and helped her up onto it.
There was a board which had been measured to fit just to the girl's crotch. As she straddled the plywood, she was led forward to the end of it, the smooth edge of the plywood sliding along her cunt lips as she walked towards the post that was at the end of the plywood board.
"Tie her hands," Doreen said, supervising the scene, as the nun in charge of punishing the novice.
The other nuns lashed ropes around Olivia's hands, tying them securely to the post that was at the edge of the board.
The slick metal that was attached to the edge of the plywood board that nestled between her legs was cold. It chilled her vagina as she felt the ropes being drawn taut and firm.
Her hard little nipples were standing erect as she stood there, now tied securely in place.
"Give me the hammer and the nails," Doreen said to the other two nuns.
The nuns walked out of camera range as Doreen stepped up to the platform and mounted it.
"Now, you filthy little slut," Doreen said. "You are going to get it."
The two nuns returned. One with a handful of silver nails and the other with a delicate hammer.
"Spread her open," Doreen said as she took the hammer and one of the silver nails. "Spread that pussy open."
One of the nuns stood behind Olivia and reached around in front of her. She gripped the soft folds of her pussy lips and stretched it down, pulling it as far as she could.
Olivia let out a gasp as she felt the delicate and sensitive tissue being stretched and pulled.
Then Doreen placed the tip of one of the silver nails against the furthest extension of the girl's tender pussy and raised the hammer.
"No!" Olivia gasped, "please don't."
"You should have thought about that before," Doreen said. "Now it too late."
The tap of the delicate hammer on the head, of the nail was caught by the microphone as Doreen began to nail the girl's pussy lips to the plywood board.
Olivia screamed as the sharp nail tore through her flesh, pinning her to the rough board.
Again and again, the metal of the hammerhead struck the silver tip of the small nail. The girl's cunt was being nailed tightly to the board.
"Another nail," Doreen said. "She must be held securely."
A second nail was produced and the flaps of her cunt were held out in a gaping open manner. Doreen quickly drove the second nail into the board and the trio walked to the other side of the board and repeated the process, nailing her cunt lips wide open as the young red haired girl quivered in pain.
Olivia's pussy was nailed wide open as she straddled the plywood. A look of abject terror was on her face - the camera was catching it - it was the face of a martyred saint.
Her clit was exposed as her pussy lips were stretched open and the icy cold of the metal that rimmed the top of the plywood board sent a chill into her inner pussy, freezing her feelings.
"Bring the fire," Doreen commanded stepping down from the platform and handing the hammer and nails back to the two actresses who were playing the serving nuns.
A long, flaming torch was pulled from the wall of the dungeon set. One of the nuns walked up to where Doreen was standing and held it out to her.
Doreen took the rough-hewn torch and held the lighted in high in the air.
"Observe, Father," she cried, lifting her head to the heavens. "Observe the punishment of one who has fallen from grace with Thee. Observe the singeing, the searing of the evil from Within. Observe as Your servant obeys Your command."
The lighted torch was lowered as Doreen stepped to the rear of the plywood
She held the flaming end of the torch to the metal strip that rimmed the top of the board.
Olivia felt the metal that was pressing against her exposed clit as it began to warm. The freezing sensation of the icy metal was replaced by a warming glow. It unfroze her sensitive clitoris and she responded by pressing against it, pushing herself down onto the board.
As Doreen held the flaming torch to the strip of metal, the heat began to increase. It became hotter and hotter, until Olivia was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She stopped pressing against the metal strip, pulling herself erect as the metal was heated to an unbearable temperature.
"Ahhgghhh!" she gasped as she felt the metal turn to fire, burning her clit. She jerked and the lips of her pussy tore slightly from where they were held by the little silver nails.
She could not get away from the searing, burning metal that was frying her clit without ripping the lips of her cunt with the nails.
She pulled at her ropes, trying desperately to get loose, but it was useless. She was bound and nailed and her wide-spread open cunt was heated beyond endurance.
"Cut!" the call came from Scanucci just as Olivia let out a blood curdling scream, threw her head back, arching her back and ripping open the nailed lips of her cunt.
The final close up of her face was a classic of the ecstasy of agony.
Doreen helped Olivia back to the dressing room and lay her on the sofa that was in there. She sat down in a chair near her and gave a sigh of relief.
Her first day on the set was finished. Tomorrow would bring fresh avenues of experience to her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lazing by the pool outside her apartment, Doreen studied her script for the next day's shooting. It was one of the big acting scenes and she had a lot of dialogue to learn. After her hard day on the set, she was quite tired and soon fell asleep as the Mediterranean sun slid behind the hills of Rome.
Her dreams were troubled and bizarre. She saw herself as the star of a thousand movies, old and haggard, but still doing them - the queen of the particular type of film that Scanucci was famous for.
She saw herself tied to a device that had been created especially for her. It was a low bench with a back to it. In the seat of the bench was a large black rubber dildo and several spikes. In the upright back of the bench were more spikes. The rope's that were attached to the leather straps around her wrists were in turn attached to a metal ring that was held in place by another rope that went through a pulley at the base of the back of the seat.
As the rope was pulled forward, she was forced to squat over the bench, pulled by the ropes on her wrists. The dildo was aimed at her pussy and the spikes would cut into her flesh as she was forced down on it.
Doreen fought against the pull of the rope, but it was useless. The man who was pulling the rope was Scanucci himself and he was terrible strong as he jerked her towards the piercing spikes that awaited her tender flesh.
Doreen didn't mind the insertion of the dildo. That she actually looked forward to -to having something hard and stiff rammed into her pussy. That she had always liked. She loved to feel the hard, strong thrusting of the dildo into her tight pussy.
But the spikes.
They would tear her flesh open, piece deep into her body as she was jerked forward, forced to impale her body on the steel spikes that gleamed below her.
"No, stop," she cried out in her sleep. "Don't, please don't."
She was tossing and writhing on the lounge chair by the pool. The young waiter who had served her a cocktail noticed that she was having a bad dream.
She writhed, pulling against the dream rope, but she was being pulled downwards, downwards onto the impaling teeth of the gleaming steel spikes that waited to tear into her flesh as the dildo was rammed into her hot, open pussy.
"Madame," the soft voice of Mario, the waiter, penetrated her dream.
"Oh," she said, sitting upright startled.
"Are you alright?" the young man asked. "Yes, thank you," Doreen said. "I was just having a bad dream."
"We all have bad dreams," Mario said, smiling at the pretty woman. His teeth gleamed in his dark face as they stood by the pool in the sunset.
"How could you have bad dreams?" Doreen asked. She had admired the young man ever since she had begun living in the residential hotel. She had often had dreams about him -and they were not bad dreams.
"Would you like me to stay with you awhile?" Mario asked. "There are not any other guests here at this hour. They will be coming back later, but I have really nothing to do."
"That would be nice," Doreen said. "I would like some company."
"If it is permitted?" Mario said questioningly, indicating a chair near the chaise lounge where Doreen reclined.
"But, of course," she said, giving him her permission to sit. It was not usual for the help to sit with the guests, but under the circumstances she was sure it would be alright.
"Where are you from, Mario?" Doreen asked as the young man relaxed into a chair.
"From Sicily," he smiled, his broad grin indicating pride in his homeland.
"Lovely island," Doreen said.
"But poor," Mario said, sadly shaking his head. "So poor."
"What did you do there?" she asked, wondering what occupation a strapping young man could find on a rocky island that was fit for very little else but the raising of goats.
"I come from a fishing village, Taormina," he said.
"I've heard of that village," Doreen mused.
"Where could I have heard of it?"
"Probably from the photos of the young fisherman by the Baron von Gloedon," Mario said. "He made nude photos of a whole generation of the village men and several of the women - in the 1890's."
"In the 1890's?" Doreen said, surprised. "Wasn't that the Victorian age when everyone was supposed to be so prudish?"
"Not in Taormina," Mario smiled. "It was open and free and very lovely in those days. It has changed much since then though - the war, you know."
"Of course," Doreen said, sadly. She well knew the ravages of the Second World War on the tiny villages of Sicily and Italy. The soldiers had raped and pillaged, much like the soldiers of the ancient Huns and the countless other invasions of this quiet, peaceful land.
"Have you ever posed for nude photos?" Doreen asked, admiring the outline of the young man's body that she could see through the fabric of his waiter's uniform.
"No," Mario said, quickly blushing.
"Why not?" she asked. "I'll bet you have a gorgeous body."
"Please, Signora," Mario said, the color rising in his cheeks.
"I mean it," Doreen said. "You're young, good-looking and I'll bet you have a really good body."
"I am strong," Mario admitted.
"Do you work out in a gym?" she asked.
"Sometimes," Mario said. "I like to box."
"How thrilling," Doreen said. She could just see him in a short pair of boxer shorts, slugging it out with another Sciliano.
"You must come to watch me sometime," Mario said. "I sometimes enter the amateur competitions here in Roma."
"I'd love to," Doreen said. "You must let me know the next time you are doing it."
"Have you won many fights?" she asked, becoming more interested in the young waiter as a boxer.
"Some," he said, shyly. He didn't like to talk about his victories. He felt it made him sound cocky.
"I'll bet you win them all," she said, sliding her foot over to touch his knee.
"Not all!" he said, feeling the pressure of her foot slide up his leg. "But most."
"Tell me about it," she said, stretching her leg out, sliding it up to his thigh. Mario was beginning to feel his cock harden as the beautiful young American woman slid her bare foot up and down his thigh, pressing on it as the sun disappeared and the soft lights from the residential hotel flooded the pool with dancing lights.
"I don't like to talk about it," Mario said, sliding forward slightly in his chair.
Doreen's toes touched his balls and she pushed into them.
"Signora, please," Mario said, nervously, looking around to see if any one was around.
"Alright, then," she said, withdrawing her foot from his crotch. "Come up to my room where we can be alone. I would like to see your strong young Sicilian boxer's body."
"In half an hour," Mario said. "I can take my dinner break then."
"It's a date," Doreen said. "I'll be waiting."
She slung her legs over the edge of the chaise lounge and stood up. She brushed against Mario with her swimsuit clad body as she moved past him. He had a hard lump in his groin as the sexy woman swished back towards the hotel.
Mario looked nervously around the corridor of the hotel where Doreen's apartment was located. It was absolutely forbidden by the management of the hotel for any of the employees to fraternize with the guests of the establishment. Mario could lose his job over this little rendezvous, but the lust that he felt for the pretty blonde woman was more than he could resist.
He knocked softly on the door, glancing to the right and left to make sure that no one saw him enter the rooms of the voluptuous Doreen.
He thought that she would never come to the door. His heart was pounding in his chest and his brow was dripping with sweat. His cock was throbbing as he stood outside the woman's door, waiting - it seemed forever.
Quickly, he slipped into the door and pressed it shut behind him, his back against the door, safely inside with the woman he had dreamed of for night after night.
"What's the matter?" she asked, seeing how nervous he was.
"I'm not supposed to be here," he whispered, still not feeling save.
"Don't be silly," she said. "I invited you, remember?".
Doreen's body pressed against Mario's as he leaned back against the door. He felt her warm, soft breasts pushing into his hard-muscled chest. Her leg slid between his and she rubbed her thigh against the hardening of his cock as their mouths met and his tongue drove into her hot lips.
Doreen put her arms around Mario's waist and pulled his pelvis towards her, crushing her body into his as they clung to one another inside her apartment.
The throbbing in Mario's cock increased. He could feel the tightness in his balls screaming to be released. He grabbed Doreen and rammed his dick into her crotch, feeling the softness of the gown she was wearing as he rubbed his hands up and down over her ample ass.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Doreen said, fighting to pull her mouth from his.
Mario grabbed her under the knees and lifted her from the floor, carrying her like a bride over the threshold to the private bedroom where they could fuck and fuck and fuck.
"Put me down, you silly boy," Doreen squealed as he hoisted her across the room.
"You have been luring me on," Mario said. "Now I take over."
He kicked open the bedroom door and crossed to the large, ornate bed that was standing in the center of the room. He dropped her to the bed and fell on top of her, ripping at her gown with his hands as he crushed her to the bed.
It was like a rape. And she loved it.
"Stop," she screamed. "Stop, you're hurting me."
"Shut up," Mario said, tearing the gown from her body and gazing down at the beautiful naked women beneath him.
His cock hurt it was so hard. He couldn't wait to ram it into her hot, wet pussy, to shove his meat up inside her tender cunt and explode his nuts as he ravaged her with his fuck pole.
Mario tore at his clothes, flinging them from the bed as he watched the blonde woman squirming in anticipation of being fucked by the Sicilian stud.
As his shirt was dropped, she could see the hard, thick muscles of his strong young arms. They glistened with sweat in the soft light drifting through the windows from the piazza outside.
"Fuck me, you brute," she whispered, watching the rippling muscles of his stomach as Mario stripped off his undershirt.
His belt buckle snapped open and he ripped down the zipper of his pants, standing up to slip out of them and to kick off his shoes.
The immense bulge in the front of his tight shorts was exciting to her. She could see the hard outline of his large, thick cock as he stripped off his socks and then reached for the waistband of his shorts.
"Show me that dick," she said, writhing on the bed, her lips dry as she slipped her tongue over them, wetting them as she watched Mario rip down the tight bikini shorts that he was wearing.
His cock flopped out like a flagpole as he ripped them down. It stood straight out from his body, a full ten inches and thick as a man's wrist.
"Holy shit," Doreen said. "What am I going to do with that?"
"You're going to get fucked with it, bitch," Mario grinned at her. "Now spread those legs.
He gripped her by the legs and thrust them wide apart, exposing the pink, inner membrane of her hot pussy. She was dripping with anticipation of being rammed with the big Sicilian sausage. She could just feel it sliding into her hot and eager cunt.
Mario grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed them, fondling the nipples with his fingers as he lowered his man rod towards her honey bush. Doreen squirmed, anxious, eager and hot for the man's big, thick dick. She wanted it inside her pussy. She wanted to feel the hard, thick throbbing hunk of cock meat ramming into her, ripping open her hot twat, filling her with the thickness and power of a man's big dick.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Mario slid down, his throbbing cock ready to burst. He gripped the pole in his hand and guided the thick head of it to the opening of her sweet, moist cunt.
The dripping lips of her pussy surrounded the head of his cock and her pussy muscles gripped at it as he slid it into her. She felt the thickness of his meat as he probed into her hot hole.
"Give it to me," she moaned. "Give me that fucking cock."
Mario felt the tight lips of her pussy grasp at his meat as he plunged it into her cunt, driving it hard and deep and long - all the way inside, all the way to the balls.
Doreen screamed at the tremendous plunge of his huge dick inside her cunt. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his strong, young muscular body as he banged his meat into her cunt, driving it hard and deep.
The hot slickness of her pussy grabbed at his cock as Mario plunged into Doreen, fucking her pussy with all the power that he had, driving it long and hard into slippery vagina, feeling the spasms of her orgasms as she moaned and writhed, holding tight to his humping body as he rammed his thick piece of meat into her pussy.
Doreen screamed as she felt the pounding thrusts of his manhood, plunging and driving into her cunt, pushing it open to accept the great size of his huge, thick dick.
Mario squeezed the cheeks of his ass together tightly as he felt the surging power of his load ready to shoot off inside Doreen's hot, exciting twat.
"Hang on," he warned. "It's coming. I'm going to shoot my load inside you. I'm going to fill your hot pussy with my cum. I'm going to drown you in my hot, thick cum."
"Fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck my hot pussy, give it to me. Give me that big load. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Mario pulled his cock out all the way to the thick head. His foreskin was pulled all the way back from the sensitive head of his dick. He could feel the blood throbbing in the head of his cock as it rested just inside the tight, slippery mouth of her hot cunt. She wriggled her pussy muscles, teasing him, milking him, playing with the head of his dick with her hot cunt lips.
Mario took a deep breath and rammed his meat all the way up inside Doreen's wet pussy hole, squirting his cum into her cunt, filling her with his hot, thick juice as she dug her nails into his back and pulled him tightly to her, clamping her legs around his body and riding herself up and down on the thick, squirting cock of the young man.
Wave after wave of her own orgasms wracked her body, driving her pelvis into his as Mario pumped his load into her pussy, drowning her cunt in his thick, shooting load of man cum.
He gasped for breath as he felt his nuts empty their tight load into her cunt. Doreen clutched and grabbed at his cock with her pussy, draining his meat of it's precious milk. She loved it. It was the greatest fucking she had ever had.
And soon Mario was ready to go again.
He slowly slid his cock all the way out to the head and then slowly and gently slid it back inside her pussy, feeling her grip at his meat with her wet cunt, holding him tightly as he stroked his dick inside her pussy, rubbing his balls along the crack of her ass as she held onto him, riding him for all she was worth.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You will burn in the fires of Hell, you minion of the Devil - evil, sluttish witch!"
Doreen stood high above the girl to whom she was speaking. It was in the midst of a scene that was being filmed that involved the trial of a witch by the nuns with a priest as the. judge.
"I deny everything," the girl whimpered as the thumb screws were tightened, then she screamed - the pain must have been unendurable.
The girl was stretched out on her back, her legs and wrists tied securely. She was completely naked and there were clamps on her tits and on the lips of her cunt.
The thumb screws dug into her tender nails, turning them black.
Doreen nearly fainted at the idea of what the girl was enduring. It was the most extreme punishment that she had witnessed during the filming so far of "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon."
"Tighter," Doreen heard herself commanding. "Turn the screws tighter, till the witch confesses."
She watched the girl's face contort into a grimace and a silent scream escaped her twisted mouth. She was beyond pain now - over the threshold into some other form of feeling. The body can only endure so much pain before the mind transforms it into other sensations. Doreen could only imagine what was going through the girl's tormented mind.
The actor who was playing the priest in the scene began to fondle the breasts of a young nun who was kneeling beside the throne on which he sat. He slipped his hand into the front of her open habit. She had small but well-formed breasts. They were young and succulent. He gripped her rosy pink nipple and began to twist it in his fingertips as he watched the girl who was strapped to the table on the floor below the platform. She writhed in her agony and he felt his dick getting hard as the nipple of the young nun began to stiffen at his manipulation.
"Will you confess now?" Doreen asked the girl.
The girl knew that confession meant instant death, but was not death preferable to the torment she had already endured?
"Yes," the barely audible voice said.
"You are ready to confess your Master, the Devil?"
"Yes," the girl whimpered, knowing that her life was over.
"Release her and prepare her for the confession of her sins," the priest said.
The thumb screws were loosened from the girls blackened nails. Her wrists and ankles were released from the bonds that held them and three nuns helped her to her feet and assisted her, stumbling from the chamber.
"Cut," Scanucci commanded.
He stood up from his director's chair and left the set.
"Lunch break," one of Scanucci's assistants called.
Thank God, Doreen thought as she loosened the tight bodice of her nun's habit. She didn't think she could take much more of this without at least some lunch.
They had been on the set since early that morning. The first scene filmed had to have the sun coming up. Doreen had arrived at 3 a.m. to get into make-up and costume. She was nearly dead on her feet.
"Come on, honey," a young nun said to Doreen. "Let's have lunch together."
Doreen liked the girl. She had noticed her on the set before. She was a perky little thing with a sly smile and sparkling eyes.
"It's a date," Doreen said. "Let's get out of this drag."
The set was milling with pseudo-nuns and priests. It looked like "The Sound of Music" gone berserk.
"That was a long scene," the perky little girl said, stretching her arms out. Doreen had noticed her breasts before. They were hard, round little things that looked about the size of navel oranges. They poked out the front of her nun's habit as she stretched and arched her back.
"It certainly was," Doreen said. "Do you think this afternoon's shooting will cut early?"
"You never can tell with Scanucci," the girl said. "Sometimes he can go all night and into the next day and the next night as well. Or he can send everybody home at noon. It all depends on his mood."
"Swell," Doreen said, groaning slightly.
They were off the movie set now and headed for the large cafeteria where the casts of all the films being shot at the studio had lunch together.
It was a Babel of multi-period costumes and textures. Doreen loved it. It was like a carnival.
They joined the line of nuns and harem girls and camel drivers and 20th century prostitutes and others of the motley crew who were lining up to make their lunch selections at the long serving area.
The line seemed endless. Doreen could feel the pains in her stomach attacking from not having eaten all day. She didn't feel like eating before the filming began just before dawn and there had been no real break in the filming since then.
"What do you feel like having?" her young friend asked.
"Everything," Doreen said. "One of everything."
"I know how you feel," the girl said. "I'm famished, too."
They passed through the line and were soon headed for a table.
"How about over there?" Doreen said, indicating a table where a girl dressed as a French whore was scoffing down a hamburger.
Her long legs were encased in open-net stockings and she had an ankle bracelet on above her five-inch spike heeled shoes. Her low-cut blouse revealed the swell of her ample bosom as she leaned over the table to suck at the blood that dripped from her nearly raw hamburger.
"Mind if we join you?" Doreen asked.
"Not at all, please sit down," the girl said, sucking up a drop of blood that was dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. She reminded Doreen of a vampire.
"Hi, I'm Doreen," she said, introducing herself. "And this is Patty," pointing towards her young friend. "We're in 'Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon'."
"Raquel - 'Whore of Montparnasse'," their dining companion introduced herself.
Doreen began with the large chefs salad that she had picked out. The hunks of ham and cheese that covered the top were like ambrosia to her.
"Long morning?" Raquel asked. "Since before sun-up," Patty moaned. "Scanucci is a real sadist."
"In more ways than one," Doreen said, stuffing a bit of lettuce into her hungry mouth.
"You're telling me?" Raquel said. "You should have seen what he put me through the first time I worked here."
'Tell us about it," Patty said. "What did he do to you?"
"Well," Raquel began. "It was like this . . .
"So, you want to be an actress?" the famous director said, looking at the young woman who was standing before him.
"Yes," Raquel said.
"They all do," Scanucci said softly. "They all want to be actresses. They think they have what it takes - do you?"
"I think so," Raquel said nervously.
She had heard about the famous director and his peculiar tastes and practices. She knew to expect anything and that whatever he threw at her, she had to take, otherwise he would throw her out.
"Strip," he said, pushing his chair back slightly from his massive desk. The thick dark glasses that he wore, completely shielded his eyes. One could only guess what his expression was.
Raquel reached behind her and began to pull down the zipper on the silk dress that she was wearing. It was white with large flowers in a pale pink pattern, interspersed with twining green leaves. It clung to her body like a second skin and she had picked it out especially for this interview. It had cost her a lot of money, but it was worth it to her if she could only pass the interview and get hired by the fabulous Scanucci.
The zipper slithered down her back and she slipped her arms out of the dress and then slowly lowered it, allowing Scanucci to see her full breasts that were cupped in a white silk bra. There were holes cut in the cups of the bra, allowing her ripe nipples to protrude.
She stepped out of the dress and lay it on a chair beside the great director's desk.
In her revealing bra and panties and garter belt, she stood awaiting further orders.
"Walk away from me, turn and come back," Scanucci said.
Raquel was well aware of the director's proclivity for asses. His preoccupation with the full, round buttocks of young women was well known to any who had seen his films.
Raquel slowly undulated her hips as she walked across the room. She could feel the eyes of the director piercing the dark glasses that he wore and burning into her ass as she slowly sauntered to the far side of the room.
She felt the gentle roll of her ass as she stepped deliberately, placing the toe of her high-heeled shoe just so, and then letting the spiked heel down behind her and shifting her weight from hip to hip.
She knew that she was making a good impression on the famous director. Her ass was one of her best features. The Italian men were famous for pinching attractive derrieres as women passed through the narrow streets of Rome and Raquel had been black and blue for weeks when she first arrived in the Eternal City. It was a mark of distinction.
"Now turn," Scanucci said, softly.
Raquel turned her head first, letting the full impact of her beautiful face hit him first. The high arched eyebrows gave a dramatic effect to her well-spaced eyes. The slender nose was slightly uptilted at the end and her full, voluptuous lips parted just slightly, revealing her even, gleaming teeth. She slowly slipped the tip of her tongue along her upper lip, moistening it and then she turned.
Her full breasts jiggled as she moved suddenly and then gently fell back into place, quivering slightly.
Raqeul arched her back, her breasts jutting out full and firm before her succulent young body. Her hearty thighs were nude between the line of the garter belt and panties and the tops of her dark stockings.
She moved just as deliberately on the return trip as she had revealing her ass to the man. She knew that her tits were good-sized, they always caused comments from her admirers.
Slowly, she approached the desk of the famous director, wondering what was going on behind those shielding shades.
"Take the rest of it off," he said, hoarsely.
The young blonde woman reached up behind her and took hold of the snaps of her white silk bra. She released the hold they had and dropped it forward, her round, full breasts now completely exposed.
She slipped out of the bra and tossed it to the chair where she had put her dress.
Then she reached for the snaps of the garter belt.
One at a time she unsnapped the hooks from the tops of her dark stockings. They dangled loosely over the creamy thighs as she unfastened the hooks that held it around her waist.
Tossing the garter belt to the chair, she moved slowly to the side of Scanucci desk and sat on the edge of it.
Scanucci moved just slightly in his chair, .but she could not read the expression behind the mask-like glasses that he wore.
Lifting her leg, bending the knee upwards, she reached down and took hold of the back of one of her shoes. She slid if off her foot and placed it on Scanucci's desk. Then she repeated the action with the other shoe.
Slowly, teasingly she began to roll down the stockings from the top. Little by little she rolled them down her well-shaped, slender legs. When she got the stockings all the way down, she slid them off her feet and dropped them to the floor.
"Now the panties," Scanucci whispered.
Raquel slid her ass backwards on the desk, moving her body into the center of the big desk. Then she stretched out, lying flat on her back on the great width of the man's desk.
Her breasts were high and firm, they stood upwards from her body as she reclined on Scanucci's antique desk and reached down to begin to slide her panties off.
Her ass raised just slightly from the desk, her tits rolling to the side slightly as she moved her undulating body.
Rather than rip the panties off, she slowly wriggled her ass and just slightly pushed down on the panties, sliding them slowly and seductively down, little by little revealing the golden bush of her pubes.
Like a sunrise, she revealed just the tip of the fur pie, then a little more, and a little more. Her ass was moving slowly, rhythmically, as she lowered her panties.
The fullness of her pussy was quite startling.
The pulpy mound of her love pot had caused more than one man to lick his lips.
She pulled her panties down nearly to the knees and then began to raise her legs upwards. She bent her knees as she slid the panties upwards, then over the knees and down. One leg at a time, she alternated slipping her panties down and then off.
Her legs still bent at the knees, she began to pull them upwards, pressing them down towards her tits as she hoisted herself into a jack knife position.
Then she slowly swiveled her ass on the desk to present the full view of her magnificent cunt to the piercing gaze of the famous director. She aimed her asshole and pussy directly at him and then slowly began to spread her thighs. Her legs and thighs parted, spreading the lips of her moist pussy as she slid slowly towards the edge of the desk, pushing her pussy into the man's face.
Her knees were still bent and she lowered them toward the desk, spreading herself wide open for the man's inspection.
Keeping her feet wide apart, Raquel began to wriggle her ass slightly as she slipped her hands onto her -breasts and began to roll them, pushing them together, then upwards and then letting them fall into their natural position.
From his viewpoint, Scanucci had an unobstructed view of her cunt, spread wide and slightly moist and beyond, the magnificent mounds of her tits as she manipulated them in her hands.
Scanucci slipped forward in his chair. He reached into the top desk drawer, which was just beneath the young woman's ass and cunt and pulled out a small wooden object that had two L-shaped pieces of metal with extremely sharp points. Also there was a small metal device attached to one end of the piece of wood. It had a U-shaped double prong that extended upwards.
Raquel winced as the points of the L-shaped metal pieces were inserted into the tender folds of her pussy. The U-shaped device just graced the opening of her cunt.
"Get up," Scanucci said.
It was extremely painful to move with the object attached to her pussy, but Raquel maneuvered herself to the edge of the desk and stood, her legs spread wide with the device dangling between her thighs.
Scanucci then walked to a chest of drawers that stood at the side of the room and brought out a set of manacles. He snapped the large metal cuffs to her wrists behind her back, the chain that joined them resting just on the swell of her round, high ass.
Then he returned to the drawer and pulled out a long rod that was covered in thorn-like spikes. Attached to either end of the rod were steel rings on little chains. He snapped the rings into the nipples of her tits by pressing the needle-sharp points of the rings together, locking them into place. The thorny spikes of the rod pressed against her tender belly as the heavy object hung from her tits.
"Do you like snakes?" Scanucci asked.
"Snakes?" Raquel said, slightly startled.
"What kind of snakes?"
"Just snakes," Scanucci said.
"I - I guess so," Raquel said, fearfully.
"How about spiders?"
"Spiders?"
"Yes, spiders - and beetles," Scanucci said, reaching into the pocket of his jacket.
Raquel watched him, her eyes spread wide as he took out a small box, about the size of a matchbox and slid the lid to one side.
He thrust the open box into her face and she could see that it was full of live, crawling spiders and beetles who were fighting and squirming in the small box.
"What - what are you going to do with those?" Raquel asked.
"Feed them to the snake," Scanucci said.
Raquel gave a sigh of relief.
"Turn around," Scanucci said. "Turn around and spread your asshole open." .
Raquel slowly turned, the metal pins that were in her pussy piercing a little deeper as she moved. It was firmly locked into place and the U-shaped device just barely brushed the entrance to her tunnel of love.
As she bent forward, the thorns on the rod left tiny pricks in her skin where they had barely penetrated her flesh.
She could reach the cheeks of her ass with her manacled hands and she spread her ass cheeks open.
She felt the first brush of something tiny and crawling as Scanucci lifted a spider from the mass in the small box and placed it on the round cheek of her ass.
It made her flesh crawl as the tiny legs of the spider squirmed across her creamy flesh. Then a beetle, its movements quicker, more definite. Then another spider, another beetle, a whole army of spiders and beetles were crawling over her buttocks and up the crack of her ass.
Raquel was squeamish about such things, but she was determined to endure anything - anything was worth the fame that she would achieve Under the direction of the evil Scanucci.
Scanucci returned to his desk and pulled open a drawer. He reached inside and extracted something green and wriggly from it. He held it delicately in his fingers as he walked towards Raquel, where she was bent forward, her ass covered with squirming insects and bugs, the steel rod suspended from her nipples and the small device wedged between her thighs with the points of the L-shaped prongs imbedded in her pussy lips.
"Feeding time," Scanucci said, sliding the small snake under Raquel's face. She cringed. The darting tongue of the snake nearly touched her cheek as Scanucci held it before her.
A slow smile spread across his thin lips as he withdrew the snake from her sight and returned to his position behind her.
"Hungry, baby?" Scanucci said, tenderly to the tiny, wriggling snake that he held in his fingers.
Raquel felt the crawling things on her behind begin to scamper more quickly as Scanucci thrust the snake towards her ass, letting it flick its tongue at the spiders and the beetles.
The insects seemed to know by instinct that they were the prey of this beast with the long flicking tongue. They sought cover, a place to hide, somewhere dark and safe.
Raquel let out a squeal as she felt a spider begin to inch its way into her open anus.
Then a beetle, then a spider, more spiders, more beetles.
The insects were running for cover and the only place to hide from the devouring tongue of the snake was inside the warm and dark asshole of the young woman who was their host.
Raquel felt the squirming inside her asshole as the insects sought cover, their tiny crawling legs, making her squirm as Scanucci thrust the snake closer and closer to the terrified insects, its tongue flicking against Raquel's skin as it sought its dinner.
The creeping, crawling insects were now all inside her warm, dark asshole. She could feel the tiny things as they snuggled into the warmth and safety of the membranes of her butt hole. Raquel could feel each one of them, squirming and settling into a warm fold.
Then, the sharp flick of the snake's tongue pierced the rosy pucker of her squirming asshole and she felt the cold head of the snake touch her flesh as Scanucci thrust the snake into the mouth of the opening.
"No," she screamed in her mind. "Not that, please not that!' Scanucci was guiding the snake to the hiding place of its prey. He released his hold on the body of the snake, allowing it to slither through his fingers as it slid slowly, but unrelentingly into Raquel's fully packed anus. The tongue of the snake was flicking in and out, searching in the pitch blackness for the hiding places of the insects it desired.
The snake found a beetle and Raquel could feel the struggling beetle as it squirmed and fought against the fly-paper tongue of the snake as it lashed out and encircled the terrified beetle.
It was like electricity, the panic that was set off inside her ass. The insects seemed to sense by telepathy that the marauder had invaded their hiding place. Deeper and deeper into the safety of the dark anal passage, the tiny bodies of the prey descended, seeking safety, safety from the devouring, searching, flicking tongue of the slithering snake that was disappearing into Raquel's tight, warm, moist anus.
Scanucci had now let go entirely of the snake. Raquel could feel the slithering, squirming tail of the snake flipping against the cheeks of her ass as the tiny serpent wriggled up inside her.
The spiders and beetles were in full flight, but her anal passage was tighter and tighter. It was more and more difficult for them to maneuver. The snake was gaining rapidly on them, devouring the stragglers as he sought the nest that had formed inside her butt hole.
Raquel was able to feel every squirm, every flick of the snake's tongue as the predator sought, found and devoured his prey.
The battle that ensued in the depths of her anus was strangely exciting to her. Weird, strange and fantastic as what was happening to her was, Raquel was beginning to get a sense of pleasure at the squirming and wriggling that was happening inside her butt hole. It was bizarre.
As the snake gulped down spider after spider and beetle after beetle, Raquel could feel the contractions of its muscles as it manipulated the captured prey into its stomach. The lumps that the snake was consuming moved with each contraction of the snake's digestive muscles.
One by one the insects were captured, devoured and consumed. Raquel felt the snake settle, satisfied and full.
Raquel gave a sigh as she felt the snake stop his movements. It was over.
"Has he finished his dinner?" Scanucci asked.
"Yes," Raquel said. "Yes, he's lying still now."
"Well, we can't leave him there," Scanucci said. "He'll suffocate."
He turned away from her. Raquel stood up, the snake firmly implanted inside her asshole and turned her head to see what Scanuccci was up to.
He brought a small stub of a candle with him.
"Hold still," Scanucci instructed as he lit a match and held it to the bottom of the candle. He began to melt the wax on the bottom of the small white candle and let it drip onto the end of the wooden device that was suspended between Raquel's thighs.
When he was satisfied that there was enough wax to hold, he placed the small candle on the wooden rectangle and then lit it.
The wick of the candle flamed upwards, just barely singeing the skin.
"Bend forward," Scanucci ordered. "And spread that asshole."
Raquel followed his instructions, being careful not to let the candle flame touch her delicate flesh.
It was a very smoky candle, sending a column of smoke that curled and hovered at the opening of her anus.
She felt the snake react to the smoke and begin to wriggle. He wanted out - out of the smoky chamber where he was trapped. There was only one way out, towards the smoke.
The snake seemed to sense from which direction he had entered the dark, moist channel in which he was now trapped. He wriggled quickly and surely out of Raquel's ass, towards the fresh air of the anal opening.
Scanucci was ready when the head of the snake emerged. His fingertips gently gripped the head of the snake and pointed him along the passage that ran from Raquel's asshole to her cunt. The snake quickly wriggled in the direction in which he had been pointed. His slick body slithered along the delicate flesh that stretched between the girl's legs.
The U-shaped device in the end of the piece of wood that dangled between her legs, guided the snake and gave it support as it slithered quickly out of the warm place, away from the flame and the smoke.
Raquel felt the searching head of the snake seeking refuge. Her pussy was spread to keep from burning her flesh with the candle. Her thighs were wide open and the snake found the tunnel to safety inside her vagina.
The slithering beast squirmed past the lips of her pussy, sliding over her clit, sending a chill through her body as Scanucci grabbed hold of the candle and snuffed it with his fingertips.
Crawling and squirming, the snake found his way inside her cunt. The moisture and the warmth of her pussy gave protection, safety. Quickly it was inside, the tail flicking over her clit as the head of the snake twisted and turned seeking a warm and cozy nest.
"I think we can dispense with this now," Scanucci said, gripping the prongs that held the piece of wood between Raquel's legs. He pinched the bottoms of the prongs and they sprung open. He pulled the needle like points out of her pubes and took it away.
Raquel was able to relax her stanch now, the snake still squirming inside her cunt.
"I guess I'm not really hungry, after all," Doreen said, pushing away her half-finished salad.
"What happened to the snake?" Patty asked.
CHAPTER SIX
After the lunch break, Doreen and Patty had to report back to the set for another scene to film.
"That was wild," Patty said. "What," Doreen wanted to know. "What Scanucci did to Raquel."
"Don't remind me," Doreen said. "I'd rather not dwell on it."
"Quiet on the set!" the order came.
The girls shut up, as did everyone on the set. Scanucci had arrived.
He took up his usual position, in a chair that was on a hydraulic lift. That way, he could see any part of the scene from any angle that he wanted. There was a swivel at the base of the arm that held the chair, and by giving orders through a headphone set, he could be raised, lowered or whatever into any part of the elaborate settings that dominated all of his films.
Scanucci was a perfectionist in everything he did - accurate, complete and without scruple to get the exact effect he wanted. His actors had to obey him blindly, doing whatever he told them, instantly without question. He was absolute monarch of his realm - the film studio. Anyone who even remotely questioned one of his orders was instantly banished from his sphere.
"This afternoon," he said, "absolute timing is vital - we are doing an extremely dangerous effect - if there is the slightest mishap, a young woman will die."
There was complete silence all over the set. Even the usual whisperings from those who were out of his range of sight were rapt at his words.
"We are going to burn a witch," he said. "But, hopefully, we are not going to burn an actress."
The scene was timed to coincide with the setting of the sun. The flames of the pyre on which the actress playing the witch were to be silhouetted against the sun setting behind the hills of Rome.
It was tricky and delicate timing - also, if it started a moment or two too early, the fire would have to burn longer than planned and the girl would be consumed by the flames.
Elaborate and precise instructions were given to everyone involved in the scene. It had been rehearsed endlessly, but still, there might be an accident. A line delivered too late or too slowly would take precious seconds away from the chances of the girl playing the witch to survive.
Everyone had to be on cue.
"When the signal is given," Scanucci said, "there will be no stopping, no pausing, no chance of re-takes. It must be perfect."
The cast and crew were given a short break to go over their duties and to double check on everything that needed to be done. At last, it was time to begin the witch burning scene.
"Places!"
The entire set, which was the market place before the great cathedral in the medieval town in which the story was placed, looked like an ant hill that some giant foot had kicked.
Actors, technicians, extras, everyone scurried to their places and prepared to begin at the given signal.
Only Scanucci remained immobile - perched on his director's chair, high above the set, like some unlikely god on a fantastic machine. He watched through the blackness of the thick dark glasses that he always wore and observed every detail of the huge set.
"Lights!"
The set was flooded with millions of kilowatts of Kleig lights. "Camera!"
Seven separate movie cameras were set into motion. They were set to film the scene from every conceivable angle. For there could only be one take.
The townspeople threw stones and rotted fruit and vegetables at the horse drawn cart that carried the girl who had confessed to witchcraft in the scene that had been filmed in the morning.
She was lashed tightly to a post that was attached to the cart. Straw and twigs were scattered about her feet, covering the bed of the cart.
She was nearly naked.
A simple leather halter was tied around her tits and a strap and ring device that outlined her pussy - where the Devil had entered her - and an arm band of leather. These were her only garments.
"Burn the witch!"
The cries rose as the horse-drawn cart neared the facade of the cathedral. On the steps of the church stood a phalanx of nuns with whips. They watched as the girl was drawn into position for the burning.
From every corner of the set, extras came hobbling, crawling, walking, limping, running towards the center of the town square.
From his perch on high, Scanucci gazed down on the scene he had created.
The cart was placed where Scanucci had ordered and it stopped.
The townspeople stepped back as the phalanx of nuns began to descend the stairs of the church, flicking their whips as they approached the cart where the girl was bound to the mast.
"Evil slut of the Devil," Doreen began the chant.
"Temptress," the chorus of nuns rejoined. "Evil spirit of Satan," Doreen incanted. "Temptress of darkness," the chorus continued.
"Evil minion of the Fallen Angel."
"Lucifer's bride!"
"Wicked wanton!"
"Lust and evil and hellish harlot!"
The young girl lashed to the post winced as the nuns began to lash her naked body with the whips they wielded.
CRACK!
The whips rent the air, a rain of whips on the naked flesh of the woman who was about to be burned alive - burned for witchcraft.
CRACK!
Whips crisscrossed on her naked flesh, cutting deep, drawing blood. CRACK!
The body of the naked girl was oozing blood as the nuns stepped back, dropping the arms that held the whips.
"Burn her, burn the witch, burn her!"
"SILENCE!"
The doors of the cathedral were flung open as the crowd turned to the sound of the strong, commanding, male voice.
A still fell over the crowd as a giant of a man strode through the doors of the ancient church. He stopped at the head of the steps and gazed out over the mob who was demanding the burning of the woman in the cart.
His long black cape swept the stone step on which he stood. Other than the cape, he was completely naked.
A huge spiked dildo was strapped over his genitals. On the head of the black leather dildo was a replica of the crudifix, inverted. Christ was hanging upside down, the long end of the cross extended outwards from the head of the dildo.
"The woman is the spawn of the Devil," the man in the black cape said. "She has defiled the earth on which she stands. She must be cleansed of the evil that lurks within her, or her spirit will defile the earth as her ashes scatter to the winds."
The crowd fell back and the nuns made a pathway for the priest to pass. He descended the stairs of the cathedral and strode to the head of the cart where the woman was lashed.
He threw back the cape and leaped upon the cart. The crowd remained silent as he approached the woman who was about to be burnt.
"The body of Christ shall dense you, as the Devil has defiled you," the man said. "Your evil must be ripped from your body as it was inserted."
With a hard thrust, the man rammed the dildo between the lips of the woman's pussy, driving the crucifix into her cunt as the dildo rammed into her.
A blood-curdling shriek went up from the mouth of the woman who was bound to the post. The dildo and the silver crucifix were embedded deep in her vagina, ripping into her as the man thrust again and again - filling her pussy with the holy image of Christ.
She could feel the hard metal of the crucifix and the sharp spikes of the leather dildo as the man plunged again and again, ripping and tearing at the tender membranes of her pussy, gashing her cunt as he thrust into her.
With a tremendous movement, the man stepped back, drawing the bleeding crucifix from the body of the woman. He turned to the crowd and revealed the blood and torn tissue that clung to the crucifix and the sharp spikes of the black leather dildo.
"Behold!" the man thundered. "Behold the work our the Savior!"
A tumultuous cheer arose from the mouths of the mob as the man stepped to the edge of the cart.
Doreen led the nuns as they swept towards the man in the cape. They looked like a tremendous flock of blackbirds descending upon a field of grain.
"Behold!" Doreen shrieked as she gripped the dildo in her hand. "Behold, I take the evil within myself to purge the Devil from our midst."
Doreen began to lick the blood and ripped tissue from the crucifix. She licked and cleansed the silver effigy of Christ with her tongue as the mob began to rejoice.
The nuns all huddled around, reaching for the dildo with their tongues, eager to lick the blood and shreds of vaginal tissue from the thing.
Doreen gobbled down the vile tasting concoction and spat it out over the mob. They lunged into one another attempting to catch a drop of the purified spittle that spread over the heads and into the faces of the groveling men and women.
"We are delivered!"
"We are saved!"
"The evil has been ripped from her tortured body!"
"Behold the man!"
The mob licked the spittle from one another's faces as the nuns who had sucked the dildo clean began to spew the mangled tissues and membrane of the woman's vaginal canal into the faces of those nearest them. They fought over drops of blood and shards of torn tissue like a pack of hungry dogs over a carcass in the wilderness.
Their licking, sucking tongues drove into one another's mouths, sucking and licking up the treasures of their desire.
Scanucci looked down from on high - the scene was one he had envisioned for years - it haunted his dreams - it was his vision and now it was being made immortal on celluloid.
"Burn her!"
"Burn the witch!
"Burn the evil one!"
Flaming torches were ripped from the stone walls that surrounded the market place. The mob descended upon the cart, hurling the flaming poles into the dry straw that surrounded the feet of the bleeding, violated woman who was bound to the post.
The mob let out a tremendous roar, ripping at one another's' clothes, tearing them to shreds and throwing themselves on one another's' bodies as they began to fuck in the streets around the cart that was now smoldering with fire.
Doreen threw herself to her knees and began to kiss the cross that was imbedded in the head of the dildo. Her lips parted as she took the silver effigy of Christ into her mouth and began to suck the body.
The straw was catching fire, the twigs that surrounded the woman's feet began to smolder as the mob flung itself into a mass orgy.
The bodies of young girls were passed from man to man as they lifted the naked, violated virgins into the air and flung them to the earth to renew their lust.
The flames in the cart were growing higher. The twigs had caught fire now and the flames licked at the bleeding body of the witch.
The smoke rose as a camera panned into the face of the girl who was being burned. A look of terror passed over her face as she felt the heat of the flames reach her body. The long tongues of fire lashed her skin, singeing the bloody slashes from the whips, searing her flesh as the sun slipped behind the hill and the flaming witch was silhouetted against the sky, the sun seeming to be the source of the fire.
"CUT!"
The post on which the girl was lashed was ripped from the back of the cart and she was plunged under the naked bodies of the mob as they thrust her to the ground and smothered the flames with their bodies.
Doreen sank to the earth, her breast heaving.
Many of the extras who were fucking on the ground continued, plunging their dicks into the women's pussies, fucking and fucking and fucking.
Scanucci gave the order to be lowered from his god-like perch above the scene and descended on the arm of the giant crane that held him.
Another day of shooting had come to an end, but there was more to accomplish tomorrow.
"That was quite a scene," Doreen said to Patty as they walked wearily back to Wardrobe to turn in their costumes for the day.
Patty's was nearly ruined. She'd have to have a new one for the next day's shooting.
Doreen had managed to keep herself relatively clean, not being involved in the orgy.
"What do you say we stop somewhere for a drink?" Patty said as they were slipping out of their habits.
"Great idea," Doreen said. "I sure could use one."
"Me too," Patty said.
They checked in the costumes after they had dressed and headed out to the front gate of the studio.
"Do you have a car?" Patty asked.
"Not today," Doreen said. "I was going to have to call for a cab."
"Don't bother," Patty said. "I have mine."
Her car was a red Fiat.
"Hey, this is nice," Doreen said as the two girls whirled down the hill where the studio was located. "Have you had it long?"
"About a month," Patty called to her. She was beginning to pick up quite a bit of speed as they careened down the hill into the central part of the city.
"You'd better slow down," Doreen said, beginning to get nervous.
"Don't worry," Patty said. "I could drive this road blindfolded. Want me to try?"
"No thanks," Doreen laughed. "I think it's fine this way."
The traffic as they approached the city became heavier and Patty was forced to slow down. Doreen was really grateful. She didn't particularly want to end her new career in the middle of her first film.
"Any place in particular?" Doreen asked.
"I know a great little place," Patty said. "I think you might enjoy it."
"Anyplace you say," Doreen said. "Just so I don't have to walk."
"I know what you mean," Patty said. "It's been a really long day, I'm beat," Patty pulled the car up in front of a cafe and stopped the engine.
"Here we are," she said opening her car door.
"What's it called?" Doreen asked, following Patty up the steps to the cafe.
"The Chastity Belt," Patty informed her.
"How quaint," Doreen said.
They walked into the entrance of the place and Patty was greeted by the maitre d'. He obviously recognized her from previous visits.
"Good evening, Signorina," he beamed. "So lovely to have you with us again. And your charming companion, of course."
Doreen flashed him a smile, but she wasn't in the mood to be flattered. She just wanted to get off her feet and sit down somewhere -anywhere.
"I have a lovely table for you," the maitre d' told Patty. He led the way and the two girls stepped down the stairs into the main part of the club.
It was much larger than Doreen would have expected from outside. It was a subterranean cafe that was set up like a classic nite club. There were three tiers of tables surrounding an adequate stage. A band was playing popular music and a few couples were dancing on the polished floor of the raised platform.
"The show will begin shortly," their waiter informed them after the ma tire d' had signaled him to come to the table.
"I don't want to see a show," Doreen said. "I'm just in the mood for a quick drink and bed."
"I think you'll enjoy this show," Patty said. "It's not very long."
The two actresses ordered drinks and relaxed, enjoying the intimate atmosphere of the posh club.
"This is really very nice," Doreen said.
"I thought you'd like it," Doreen said. "But wait - the show is the main attraction."
"What kind of show?" Doreen asked.
"You'll see," Patty said. "Just wait."
The waiter brought the drinks and the women gratefully sipped at them. They were excellent. Doreen felt that she could curl up under the table and go to sleep.
The band stuck a final crescendo and the music ceased. There was scattered polite applause and the dancers left the floor to return to their seats for the show.
"Now watch," Patty said.
Doreen turned toward the stage area which had just been used as a dance floor. A curtain dropped in front of the dance band and the lights went out.
"You filthy slut!., a man's voice yelled in the darkness. "You're nothing but a tramp."
The lights came up and there was a man and woman in bed. Another man was standing at the foot of the bed, completely dressed.
"Get out of here," the man who was standing at the foot of the bed said to the naked man in bed.
"Get out of here and don't you ever let me catch you near my wife again!"
The naked man leaped out of the bed and ran through the curtains where the band had been. He had quite a nice piece of meat hanging between his legs, Doreen noted.
"Whore," the man who had caught his wife in bed with the other man said.
He ripped the sheet back from the bed. The naked woman was beautiful. She had overly large nipples that protruded form her firm breasts.
"Forgive me," she cried.
The woman threw herself on the floor at the man's feet and began to lick his shoes.
He kicked her in the face with the toe of his shoe and she went sprawling on the floor, her legs spread wide, revealing her hot cunt.
"Every time I go away this happens," the man said. "I can't trust you for a minute."
The woman looked repentant.
"But it won't happen again," the man said. "I've got a little surprise for you."
The band which was behind the curtain struck a fanfare.
Two pretty young girls came through the curtains with a large box held between them.
"We'll see how this suits you," the husband said. "Get up."
The "wife" slowly drew herself to her feet. She looked with amazement at the two girls who had now set down the box on the bed.
They began to open it and reached inside.
First they pulled out a collar that had rods attached to either side and chains with handcuffs attached to the ends of them.
"Put that on her first," the man commanded.
"No!" the woman protested.
"Shut up," the man said.
The two girls grabbed the woman's wrists and clamped on the, handcuffs. Then they pulled her arms up and locked the collar around her neck. She was helpless now. There was nothing that she could do with her wrists bound to the rods attached to the collar around her neck.
"Now for your real present," the man said.
The girls returned to the box they had brought onto the stage and took from it a strange looking corset-type device. The brought it to where the woman was standing and slipped it around her waist. It covered her from just below the tits to her crotch. But there was an opening in the front that hung dlown like a tongue. It had spiked teeth in it.
As the girls slid the corset into place and closed it around the woman's body, it was apparent that if the tongue were slipped into place and pressed against the woman's pussy, it would penetrate her with the steel spiked teeth.
"So that's why they call this place The Chastity Belt," Doreen whispered to Patty.
"Shhh!" Patty said. "Watch."
The man brought a small padlock out of his jacket pocket and clamped it on the clasp in front of the corset.
"There," he said. "That will hold that in place."
"Why are you doing this to me?" the woman cried.
"Because you are a cock-hungry whore and I can't trust you out of my sight," the man said.
He gripped the end of the tongue-like protuberance and slapped it into place. The woman screamed as the steel spikes pierced her tender pussy.
"There," the husband said. "That will give you something to think about while I'm gone."
He and the two girls left the stage together and the woman in the chastity belt was left alone.
Trickles of blood dripped from the edges of the tongue with the steel spiked teeth that were piercing her pubes. She gingerly lay down on the bed that dominated the stage.
"What shall I do now?" she moaned.
The naked man who had been discovered in bed with her peeked through the curtains.
"Is he gone?" the man whispered.
"Yes," the woman said. "But look."
The naked man came out onto the stage again. Doreen was getting hot looking at his dick. It was really a whopper. She was tired, but she thought that she could find the energy to take care of that dick of his if she were given the chance.
"What is this?" the man said, standing beside the bed where the woman lay in the chastity belt.
"It's to make sure I don't have any fun while he's away," she said.
"He's a son of a bitch," the naked man said.
"What shall we do?" the woman asked, looking hungrily at the man's big dick.
The steel pins that held the chastity belt in place were locked into place. The padlock was hardened steel. There was no way of getting the damned thing off without ruining it. And then the husband would know for sure that she had been fucked while he was away.
"There's only one thing to do," the man said.
"What's that?" the woman asked, "Lie down," the man said.
The woman lay perfectly flat on the bed. The man walked to the head of the bed and stood over her. He bent his knees and placed the head of his dick against her lips.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck my cock."
The woman opened her lips and took the head of the man's cock in her mouth. He slid his dick down her throat as she sucked on it, sliding her tongue around the shaft of his big piece of meat.
His cock began to get hard as the woman sucked on it. He slowly pumped it in and out of her mouth, getting harder and harder with each stroke.
The man suddenly looked directly out into the audience.
"There, you see?" he said, winking. "Where there's a will, there's a way."
The audience applauded as the woman sucked on the guy's dick and the lights dimmed and went out.
"That was stupid," Doreen said. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
"I thought you'd like it," Patty said.
"After all we've been through today?" Doreen said. "At this moment, all I want to do is get into a nice hot bath and soak for an hour and get some sleep. God knows what that nut-case of a director has in store for us tomorrow."
"I'll drive you home," Patty said.
"Thanks," Doreen said. "But you must be pretty tired yourself. Why don't I just get a cab?"
"Nonsense," Patty said. "Say, I've got an ever better idea. I only live a few blocks from here. Why don't you spend the night with me? Then we'll be able to get to bed earlier and have more time to sleep."
"Great idea," Doreen said. "Let's go."
The two girls paid the bill and left the cafe. They climbed into Patty's Fiat and sped off towards her apartment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"This is a cute place," Doreen said as they walked into Patty's apartment.
"Make yourself at home," Patty said. "I'll run a tub for you."
"That's the best thing I've heard all day," Doreen said.
She sank down on the sofa and slipped off her shoes. Nothing had ever felt so good to her. She never wanted to move again.
Patty had a small apartment, but she had made some nice additions to the cramped quarters. Like a loft bed that stood on one side of the room. It gave her about half again as much space in the place as she would otherwise have had.
"Tub's ready," Patty said, coming into the studio where Doreen was sitting.
"Fantastic," Doreen said.
She went into the bathroom and took off her clothes. The tub really looked inviting as she stepped into it. The hot water caressed her tired body as she sank into the water.
Doreen lay back against the tub and felt the warm kisses of the water touching her body. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
Visions of the next day's filming came into her mind as she soaked int the tub, feeling the hot water seep into her pussy and warm it.
She was tied to a post in her vision, manacled by her ankles and tied with ropes by her arms. Steel spikes were extending upwards from the board on which she was sitting, piercing her butt as she sat there.
What she was being punished for, she couldn't remember, but she knew that she deserved it.
A strong man was standing in front of her. His cock was encased in a spiked dildo and he was ordering her to suck his cock.
"Are you alright in there?" Patty called through the door of the bathroom.
"Sure," Doreen said. "Just relaxing."
"Want me to wash your back?" Patty asked.
"That would be wonderful," Doreen said. "Really wonderful."
Patty came into the bathroom and knelt beside the tub.
"Hand me the sponge," she said.
Doreen reached for the sponge and handed it to Patty. She leaned forward, her full breasts just floating at the water level.
"Ooooh, that's good," Doreen said as she felt the girl's tender touch on her tired and sore back. "That feels really wonderful."
"I love it too," Patty said. "I just love to have someone wash my back."
"Take off your clothes and get in the tub," Doreen said. "It's big enough for both of us."
It was true. The tub was huge. It was one of those old-fashioned tubs that was built to bathe two or three children at the same time. Doreen loved the luxury of it. It was so much better than modern bathtubs where your knees were always up under your chin as you tried to cram your body into the tub.
"Alright, I will," Patty said.
Doreen watched Patty slip out of her clothes. They had gotten to know each other fairly well at the studio. They dressed in the same dressing area and were used to seeing one another naked.
Doreen noted that Patty's breasts stood up in a particularly perky manner. The little nipples always seemed to be hard, as though she were in a state of constant excitement.
Patty was naked now and she stepped gingerly into the tub, sitting opposite Doreen.
"That feels wonderful," Patty said as she sank into the hot water of the large, old-fashioned bathtub.
"Yes, doesn't it," Doreen said. "Give me the sponge and I'll wash you, too."
Patty handed Doreen the sponge. She lathered it up with soap and lay the soap in the soap dish. She reached for Patty's body and Patty squirmed forward in the tub.
Doreen's touch was harder than Patty's. She lathered the smaller girl's shoulders and slid her hands down over Patty's breasts. Patty felt a thrill race through her whole body at Doreen's touch
"That's great," Patty said. "Just great. It feels so good to have someone wash you - just like being a little girl again."
"I know," Doreen said. "I love it too. Isn't it fun?"
"Yes," Patty agreed, loving the feeling of Doreen's hands on her body.
Doreen slid her hands over Patty's small, firm breasts.
"Your nipples are always hard," Doreen said.
"Yes," Patty sighed, loving the touch of Doreen's hands on her tits. "They've been like that since I was a young girl. As soon as they started to develop, my nipples were like hard little peas."
"Mine are soft," Doreen said. "Feel them. They are like sponge rubber."
Patty reached up her hands and touched the large, pink nipples on Doreen's tits.
"I love the way your nipples feel," Patty said. "They're so soft and pliable."
She rolled the protruding nipples in her fingertips. Doreen felt a warm rush race through her body as the smaller girl teased her nipples. She had always liked to have her nipples played with. It gave her a sense of her own femininity. She felt so soft and vulnerable and open.
"Oooh! I love that," Doreen said as Patty pinched her nipples slightly.
"Do you?" Patty said. "So do I. Doesn't it feel great? Do it to me."
Doreen gripped Patty's hard little nipples and pinched. Patty felt a thrill race through her whole body, warming her and making her tingle.
"That's wonderful," Patty said. "That feels so good. Don't stop."
The two girls sat in the large, old fashioned bathtub manipulating each others' nipples to erection. Doreen's larger nipples began to harden as Patty twisted and pinched on them. It was a wonderful feeling to sit there in the steaming hot water soaking away the soreness in their muscles and to play with each others' tits that way. Doreen had not done that since she was a teenager. She and her cousin Margaret had done it when their tits were beginning to develop and she had loved it.
"You have such nice, big tits," Patty said. "Mine are so tiny."
"They're not tiny," Doreen said, cupping the girl's firm, round boobs in her hands. "I don't see what the big deal about huge knockers is anyway. I like your tits. They just fit my hands, see?"
She rubbed the girl's tits with the palms of her hands, feeling their firm, but pliant flesh fill her hands as she moved them in a rotary motion.
Patty loved the feeling that it gave her.
"Yes," Patty said. "They're okay, but I really wish I had big tits like yours."
She gripped Doreen's jugs in her hands and played with them. They were really large and she loved the feeling of rolling them in her hands, pushing them together, letting them relax into their natural position, and then lifting them upwards, feeling their weight.
"You're getting me turned on," Doreen laughed.
"I want to," Patty said.
She wasn't laughing.
Doreen looked into the eyes of the other girl. She could see the desire and the tenderness there.
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Patty's feeling the softness and gentleness of Patty's lips as they touched her own.
The two girls began to slip their tongue along their lips, touching, teasing one another with the tenderness of their kissing. It felt terrific.
Patty lifted her legs and slid them along the side of the tub. She moved closer to Doreen, pulling herself forward as she lay her legs over Doreen's.
The two girls put their arms around one another and clung to each others' bodies as their lips blended and their tongues slid in and out of one another's mouths.
It was a heady feeling, sitting there in the tub, kissing another woman. Doreen had never really experienced this kind of love-making. It was exciting and thrilling to her - and a little dangerous. She didn't know where it would lead to, but at the moment it felt so good that she didn't care.
Patty slid her hands down over Doreen's body, feeling the woman's tender flesh as she pressed her mouth to Doreen's. Doreen loved the feeling of Patty's hands gently exploring her body - then she slid her hand between Doreen's legs and pressed a finger along the slit of Doreen's cunt.
Doreen felt an electric shock race through her body. Her clit was tingleing as Patty poked her finger inside the tight twat.
"Ooooh!" Doreen said. "Oooh, that's good."
Patty poked her finger in farther, toying with Doreen's clit as the two women sat together in the hot tub.
Patty felt the tender, soft membranes inside Doreen's pussy, sliding her finger in and out quickly, stimulating the other woman with her fingers. She pinched slightly on Doreen's clit sending a shock wave through both their bodies.
"Let's get out of the tub," Doreen said huskily. "I think I want to find out what this is all about."
The two women stood up in the tub and climbed out.
"Let me towel you down," Patty said. She grabbed a large Turkish towel and began to gently pat at Doreen's sleek, wet body.
It felt wonderful to have another person drying her. Doreen loved the feeling. It made her feel like a queen.
When they were both dried off, the two girls went into the studio and climbed the ladder to the loft bed.
"This is nice," Doreen said, sinking down onto the soft mattress and feeling the warmth of the other girl's body pressed against her own.
They lay full length on the bed, rubbing their hands over one anothers' bodies, loving the feeling of soft femininity they gave to one another.
Doreen had never done anything like this before. She had always been made love to by men, with their hard, muscular bodies. It felt different to have the softness of the girl next to her.
Patty slid her hand over Doreen's stomach feeling the firm, soft flesh of the beautiful blonde woman. She slipped her hand down between Doreen's legs and gently brushed her soft bush with her fingertips.
Doreen felt strange stirrings in her pussy, feelings that she had never had before. Being made love to by a woman was a whole new experience for her, but she was not afraid. She wanted to find out what it was all about.
"Do you like it?" Patty asked, sweetly.
"Yes," Doreen said. "Yes, I do. I love the way your body feels pressing up against mine. I love the tenderness and the gentleness. Make love to me. Make me know I'm a woman."
Patty slid over closer to Doreen, pressing her tits against Doreen who was lying on her back. Patty lay on her side and slid her fingers up and down the warm slit of Doreen's cunt, just barely parting the soft lips of her love nest.
She pushed over and as Doreen turned her -head to her, kissed her full on the mouth, sliding her tongue into Doreen's open mouth as she slipped her fingers into the woman's cunt.
Doreen gasped as she felt Patty tickle her clit. She probed and poked, making Doreen hot as she rammed her tongue into Doreen's mouth, kissing her long and hard.
Doreen was squirming under the touch of the girl's fingers in her cunt. It felt so good.
Patty crawled on top of Doreen, her hand moving from the woman's cunt. She pressed her tight tits against Doreen's large soft ones and nestled between Doreen's outspread legs. Doreen felt the small,' girlish body of Patty squirming on her and their pussies rubbed together as Patty slid up and down on her body.
This is wild, Doreen thought. This is really wild.
Patty slipped down on Doreen's body, pressing her own soft flesh against Doreen's as she moved down and licked the velvety skin of the blonde woman. Doreen felt her tongue explore the opening of her cunt and nearly exploded. It was the wildest thing she had ever felt.
Patty's hot little tongue slipped in and out of her pussy lips, tickling her clit with the tip of her tongue as Doreen spread her legs wider, letting Patty take total charge of her body.
Patty knew just what she was doing. Her tongue was hot and quick. It flicked in and out of Doreen's box, making Doreen cream onto her tongue.
Doreen gasped as she felt the waves of quim juice flooding from her pussy. She loved the way Patty was lapping at it, licking her juices up as she flicked her tongue on her clit, driving Doreen wild.
. "Suck it," Doreen cried. "Suck my pussy, eat it, eat that cunt."
Patty gripped Doreen's thighs and spread them even farther, driving her tongue deep and hard into the woman's exploding love box. She loved the way Doreen was responding, writhing and wriggling under her expert mouth.
She sucked at the lips of Doreen's cunt, licking with her tongue and massaging the folds of Doreen's pussy with her loving mouth.
Rolling her tongue into a long, slender rod, Patty used it like a straw to suck out the hot juice that Doreen was cutting loose with. She loved the taste of woman cum, it was wonderful.
Then she stopped.
Doreen was so hot she was ready to burst.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "Please don't stop. Don't ever stop."
"I've got something I think you will like," Patty said.
She quickly reached under her pillow and pulled out a long, double-headed dildo. The thing was well over a foot long and thick, like a big cock. The pink rubber was soft and pliable.
Doreen watched as Patty moved up, straddling her legs. She held the dildo in her hand and pointed one of the ends of it into the open, hot, wet mouth of Doreen's cunt. She slipped the thing inside and Doreen went wild.
It was like getting fucked, but it was a woman who was in charge of it. She loved it.
Patty slipped about six inches of the dildo into Doreen's quivering cunt and then moved up, putting the other end of the dildo against the lips of her own pussy.
She pushed herself down and the dildo slid into her cunt.
Doreen watched as Patty took several inches of the rubber thing into her cunt and they lay down on top of Doreen.
The two women locked themselves together, the dildo inside both of them. By gently rocking their bodies, they were able to fuck themselves with the dildo and make love to one another at the same time.
Patty felt Doreen's tongue slide into her mouth as the dildo rammed into her pussy. She loved it. It was like being fucked by a woman with a big dick.
Doreen wriggled and squirmed, loving the feeling of the big, thick cock-like thing in her cunt, while she felt the tender body of the young girl rubbing against her own. It was fantastic.
Over and over again, the two women brought each other off, rocking and wriggling and squirming with the big dildo inside both their pussies.
At last they both fell asleep, exhausted, satisfied and spent. The dildo was still in their pussies when they woke up the next morning and began all over again.
CHAPTER NINE
Doreen was terrified.
The last scene that was scheduled to be filmed for "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon" was her big torture scene. She wasn't sure she could go through with it.
"Of course, you can," Patty reassured her. "It's perfectly safe."
"Perfectly safe!" Doreen said. "Do you know what that man is going to do to me?"
"Yes," Patty said. "I've read the script."
"Doesn't it hurt?" Doreen asked.
"Of course, it hurts," Patty said. "But what's a little pain for all the excitement the film is going to cause? You know this is the biggest movie that he's ever made."
"I know," Doreen said. "But I'm still scared."
"Don't be," Patty said. "I'll be there."
The two women had become very close. After that first night that they spent together, there had been many other nights - many. And Doreen was getting almost as good as Patty at licking pussy. She had really gotten to like it a lot.
As the scene began, Doreen was in chains. She had been found guilty of fornication by the High Court of the Inquisition. She was condemned.
"Bring the slut in," the priest who was leading the punishment commanded.
Doreen was dragged across the stone floor of the dungeon to a special place that had been created just ofr the scene.
There was a bench-like arrangement and she was thrust down on it by the guards who were in charge of her.
They sat her on the cold stone, her hands manacled behind her.
"Sister Theresa," the priest said. "You have been found guilty by this court and you are now to receive your due punishment. There is nothing to say in your defense, so let the punishment begin."
The guards stood beside her. They unlocked the manacles that held her hand behind her.
Another guard came up to where she was sitting naked on the stone bench. He held in his hands a ball of steel with a bit through it. Attached to the ends of the bit were chains with large hooks at the ends.
The guards held her arms as the one with the ball-bit placed it in her mouth. The cold, hard steel was rammed into her mouth as the rough hands of the guards held her down.
They took hold of the hooks at the ends of the chains and forced her head backwards to the stone back of the bench where she was sitting. There were steel eyes set in the bench and the hooks on the ends of the chains were fitted through them.
She was held tight by the bit in her mouth that was attached to the hooks. There was no way she could get up from where she was seated.
Manacles were placed around her ankles and her legs were spread wide open as he ankles were chained to the bottom of the stone bench.
Next, a couple of iron bracelets were slid onto her arms. They had large holes on the inside of her arms. A rod was screwed into the bracelets that held her arms apart and down at her sides.
"Fasten it to her navel," the priest commanded.
A meat hook was brought forth and screwed into the bottom of the rod that held her arms in position.
"Insert it," the priest said, watching the terrified nun. PLOP!
The sudden piercing of her flesh by the meat hook brought a scream to her throat, but it was strangled by the steel ball-bit in her mouth. She felt the sharp point of the hook penetrate her tender flesh and the blood begin to ooze from her punctured navel.
She was held tightly now. Any movement would only make it worse.
"Now the tits," the priest commanded. "Pierce her tits with the tines."
Doreen was terrified of this most of all.
Her tits were the tenderest part of her body, except for the inner walls of her pussy. She had never been able to stand any pain to her tits and now she was to have these one-inch diameter spikes thrust through her tender nipples.
She looked wildly around the set of the film, trying to find Patty in the line-up of nuns who were watching the execution of her punishment.
She spotted her.
From the expression on her face, she knew that Patty understood. Even in their love making, which had become kind of wild at times, Patty was always careful to avoid being too rough with her tits.
The two guards who had been in charge of her each held one of the dreaded spikes in his hand. They gripped her large nipples in their fingers and pinched them to erection. The camera moved in for a close-up and Doreen took a deep breath.
The searing pain of the spikes being inserted into her nipples nearly made her faint. It was the most excruciating pain she had ever felt. She didn't know if she would be able to stand it.
She writhed and the meat hook in her navel tore her flesh. She screamed, but it was smothered in her throat.
The guards slid the spikes in her tits upwards until the rings that were attached to them encircled her nipples. Then they screwed them into the rod that was attached to the manacles and the meat hook in holes that were provided for that express purpose.
The manufacture of the instruments of torture had been designed by a genius of the perverse, and Doreen knew just who that person was - Scanucci.
He was diabolical in his execution of the exact torture that would be most painful and terrifying to each of his actors. He liked that look of sheer terror on the faces of the people he put in his movies. It gave him a sense of power and strength to see people at the utmost limits of their terror - just at the brink of madness.
The mind can stand only so much pain and then it snaps - like a silver string.
Doreen had been brought to the edge of her limits and she was about to be pushed beyond.
The huge steel dildo that was brought before her was about six -inches in diameter. It was solid steel and absolutely unrelenting. It was held by the head priest. He would be the one to insert it.
With her legs spread wide with the manacles on her ankles and the steel bit in her mouth that was attached to the stone bench, there was no avoiding the huge steel dildo as it neared its mark.
Even if she moved a little, the meat hook in her navel would rip her stomach open, not to mention the searing pain in her nipples if she tried to resist.
Metal clamps were inserted onto her pussy lips to hold them open. She felt the biting into her thighs of the steel teeth of the clamps. A trickle of blood dripped from her creamy flesh as the camera moved in to fill the movie screen with the vision of her spread open pussy. WHAM!
The steel dildo was rammed into her cunt, tearing her open with the impact of the thrust.
Doreen could stand no more. It was beyond pain. It was the most horrifying thing she had ever experienced - and yet, it was strange - she began to feel a wild sensation seeping through her body.
The almost unendurable pain was changing, transforming into some wild and mysterious sensation that she had never felt before. It was as though she were losing all touch with the earth - that she was evaporating in the mists that clouded her vision - she could neither see clearly nor feel clearly and as the dildo was rammed in and out of her cunt, faster and harder - she began to feel nothing - nothing at all - complete oblivion. It was the most ecstatic feeling she had ever had.
The camera caught the expression on her face. It was as though she had been transported to another dimension, beyond pain - beyond pleasure - to the realm of some other reality.
"CUT!"
Scanucci walked onto the set.
He stopped the man from ramming the dildo into her pussy. He waved his hand for the man to take it away.
Doreen opened her eyes and looked up into the glare of the opaque black lenses of the glasses that Scanucci was never seen without. She saw the reflection of her own face in duplicate in the lenses. She had never looked so beautiful in her life.
Scanucci reached up and gripped the glasses with his hand. He slowly lifted them upwards and outwards and then dropped his hands. She looked directly into Scanucci's eyes.
The expression in his eyes was one of infinite suffering. She had never seen such eyes before. It was as though he had seen all the suffering, the torture, the brutality of mankind from the beginning of time.
The pupils of his eyes were like black onyx. They reflected everything they saw and she could see a tiny image of herself in the center of his pupils. They were the most terrifying eyes she had ever seen.
CHAPTER TEN
Rome.
The Eternal City.
The City of the Seven Hills.
Doreen looked out from the hilltop where she was standing alone. It was a magnificent view, one of the most breathtaking the world. She had never thought that she would survive to see it again.
The filming of the Scanucci movie was over.
It was "in the can" as they said. She had never been so glad of anything in her life. She never wanted to set foot in another movie studio as long as she lived.
The only thing good about it that she could think of was meeting Patty. She really loved the girl. She had done things to her that no one had ever done before - but so had Scanucci. That, however, was another case entirely.
She had had a nightmare about the man every night since the filming of the last scene, the scene that had terrified her and now seemed a part of some distant life - a life that had happened to someone else.
In her dreams, her nightmares of Scanucci, he was Hitler one night, Jesus Christ another night, Ghenghis Khan, Atilla the Hun, Alexander the Great, Caesar, Napoleon, always different, always powerful - one night he had even appeared to her as Satan.
Rising in a burst of flame from the fires of Hell, he appeared to her instantly riveting her with his eyes - those eyes that she would never forget as long as she lived. Scanucci was a handsome man - but was he evil or mad or what? She could not decide.
But she did know one thing. He had changed her life forever. She would never see things in the same way again.
Some of the things that Scanucci had done to her, she had enjoyed. The sense of absolute servitude, that she could enjoy. She loved to be dominated, loved to have her will completely taken away, to be at the complete and utter mercy of a strong and dominant personality - and that Scanucci was - there was no doubt whatever about that - he was the all-powerful one, the one whom everyone served - like Lucifer.
She could not shake the thoughts of Demonology from her mind as she thought of Scanucci. She knew that there was something beyond the normal about the man - his eyes - those eyes that held so much pain, so much pity, so much despair - they Haunted her and would always haunt her - she could not get them out of her mind.
Even when she was licking out Patty's pussy, she would see those terrifying eyes staring at her from the depths of the girls pubic area.
Now, as she looked out over the Seven Hills of Rome, she saw his eyes - out there - out there staring back at her.
Doreen turned quickly and felt a cold chill race through her blood. She knew that she had to get away, somewhere - anywhere - there must be somewhere in the world that she could escape the terrifying eyes of Giorgio Scanucci.
"Well, that took long enough," Patty said as Doreen climbed back into the car where she had been waiting for her..
"Let's get out of here," Doreen said. "I'm freezing."
Patty looked at her friend. It was a warm, sunny day. There was something wrong with her.
"What is it?" Patty asked. "Nothing," Doreen said, shivering. They drove in silence down the hill and into the heart of the city.
"I don't want to see it," Doreen said. "Not now, not ever."
"Don't be silly," Patty said. "You have one of the leading parts."
"I just don't ever want to see or hear about that movie or Scanucci again."
"Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon" was entered in the Cannes Film Festival. Patty and Doreen were there for the excitement, but Doreen kept insisting that she would not see the film.
"Well, I'm going," Patty said. "And I wish you would change your mind."
"Nothing could induce me to see that filth," Doreen said.
"But everyone says that it's going to win an award," Patty said.
"That's ridiculous," Doreen said. "It's nothing but high-class pornography and you know it as well as I do."
"What is pornography?" Patty asked. "Can you decide?"
Doreen didn't have an answer to that question. All she knew was that even the thought of seeing herself relive the degrading incidents in the film would unhinge her mind.
"Alright," Patty said. "I'll tell you all about it when I get back."
Patty left the apartment and Doreen sank down on the sofa. There was nothing she wanted more right now than peace, quiet and serenity.
But her mind was flashing a mile a minute. First, she would think about Patty - then about Scanucci - then about tomorrow - there was no order to her thoughts. She was completely at odds with herself.
Suddenly she was terrified. She could not stand to be alone. She ran out of the apartment and smack into Patty who was coming up the hallway.
"Let's go," Doreen said. "I'll go to the damned movie. I guess I have to."
"I thought you'd change your mind," Patty said. "That's why I came back."
The two girls left the building and got into Patty's car.
Doreen changed her mind every few minutes until they got to the theatre where the film was being shown. They walked holding each others hands as the usher showed them to the seats where they had been assigned.
"I'm scared," Doreen whispered to her friend.
"I know," Patty said. "But I'm here."
"So is Scanucci," Doreen said. "I can feel him."
All through the film, Doreen squirmed in her seat. It was the most terrifying film she had ever seen. And not just because she was in it. Actually, that part of it was not so bad, it was as though it were all happening to someone else.
She could watch the screen and become involved in the character and completely divorce herself from the woman who was being tortured and was torturing. It was all another reality.
She had to admit that it was a brilliant film - the man was a genius, there was no denying that. But his presence was ominous. She knew that he was there, somewhere in the dark movie theatre. She could not shake the feeling that from somewhere he was watching her every move.
"Let's get out of here," she said to Patty just as the film was ending.
They stumbled up the aisle in the darkness and then suddenly the entire theatre was filled with light. There was thunderous applause as the audience stood and gave their approval to the latest Scanucci epic.
"Pierce my tits," she said. "Pierce them. I want to feel the pain."
Doreen was holding a small circular device that had hooks in the edges of it.
"Please," she begged. "Please, I can't do it myself - you'll have to do it for me."
Patty looked down at her friend who was groveling on the floor beneath her, holding up the device.
"Please," Doreen cried. "Please, I need it."
Patty could see the wildness in her friend's eyes. She had never seen Doreen this way before. It was frightening.
"Alright," she said. "Give it to me."
Doreen thrust her hand upwards, handing it to her.
Not only did it have hooks in it, but chains were attached to the small circular disc. Each had hooks, clamps, objects to attach to the flesh.
Doreen sat up as Patty bent down to grip one of her tits. She pinched Doreen's nipple and heard Doreen gasp with the agony of it. Her friend's nipple, she knew, was the tenderest, most sensitive part of her body. Scanucci had been the one to violate her virgin nipples and she had now developed a passion for the pain.
The hook slid through the delicate flesh of Doreen's nipple and she let out a gasp of sheer and utter delight.
"The other one," she gasped. "Now the other one. Please, do the other one."
There was only one way to attach the other nipple. The tits had to be pulled tightly together. Patty had to use both hands to use on the disc.
"You'll have to help me," Patty said. "Hold your tits together. Push them together."
Doreen pressed her palms against the sides of her tits, forcing the nipples to almost touch. Patty slipped the hook through the tender skin and Doreen gasped - was it pleasure or pain - it was difficult to tell. The feeling, though, was obviously intense - more intense than anything she had ever experienced.
Doreen was in ecstasy. She heaved her breasts upwards and down with the great sighs that were escaping from her. She looked down at the pierced nipples, feeling the excruciating pain that was being caused.
"Now," she said. "Now I want you to take the big hooks and put them in my pussy lips. Clamp them open - open that cunt wide.
Open it as wide as you can."
She curved her back, letting the disc dangle the chains down. Pulling her legs up, she was almost able to make the hooks on the ends of the chains reach into her crotch.
Patty looked at her. She had never seen Doreen this way before. It was exciting but frightening. But she knew that she had to do what Doreen asked. The woman was possessed.
She gripped one of the clamps and held it in her fingers while she prisd open the soft lips of Doreen's cunt. She slid the metal clamp inside her vagina and stretched the flap as far as she could, then sunk the other end of the clamp into her fleshy thigh.
Doreen sighed in delight.
"Now the other one," she said. "The other one - the other one."
Patty pinched the lip of her friend's pussy, pulling on it, stretching it. She sank the sharp, steel edge of the clamp into the tender folds of her cunt and yanked, pulling it wide and as open as she could, revealing the inner tissues of her pussy and her delicate and excited clitoris.
"Pierce it," she said. "Pierce my thigh."
Patty gritted her teeth and clamped the sharp object into Doreen's skin, spreading her pussy wide open and holding it there.
"Now the clit," Doreen hissed. "Pierce my clit."
"No," Patty said. "No, not that."
"Yes," Doreen screamed. "Yes, yes, yes."
"But you could hurt yourself," Patty protested.
"Do it, dammit," Doreen screamed. "Do what I tell you, damn you!"
Patty knew that there was no arguing with her. It had to be done, but she did not want to do it. She knew how sensitive it was - she knew that it would hurt like hell and that if Doreen jerked at the pain too much, it would rip her clit right out of her pussy.
"No," Patty said. "I won't do it."
She stood up and looked down at her friend who was in the throes of ecstasy.
"Then I'll do it myself, damn it," Doreen said.
She gripped the dangling chain with the rounded steel hook in it with one hand and with the other, she put her fingers together and pinched her excited clit.
The gasp that rose from her lips as the metal pierce through her clit was enough to make Patty's blood run cold. Then Doreen pinched the rounded hook and it was closed, piercing her clit permanently, locking her into that position.
"No!" Patty protested when she saw what Doreen had done.
"Yes!" Doreen said, her eyes glowing with a strange fire.
Patty had never seen her like this before. It was terrifying.
Doreen began to rock slowly back and forth, pulling on her tits and her clit, driving herself into a frenzy.
Patty didn't know what to do. All she could do was stand there and stare down at Doreen who was heaving and sighing as the pain increased. The harder she rocked, the tighter the chains pulled on her vaginal lips and her clit. It must be more pain than anyone could endure, Patty thought.
She slipped quietly away, watching carefully to see that Doreen did not see that she was taking the phone with her as she slid into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Doreen was much to occupied with the agonies that she was causing herself to see what Patty was doing.
Her eyes were glazed with the ecstasy of her torture. She had never felt so intense a pain in her life - not even during the final scene in the film when she had gazed into the eyes of Scanucci - not even then.
Nothing could compare with the exquisite agony that she was causing herself now with every move she made.
She slid backwards an inch at a time, slithering on the floor, her tits attached to her clit with the hooks and the metal ring that was locked into her clit. Inching backwards, towards the chest of drawers that stood on the opposite side of the room.
"Hello," Patty whispered into the phone. "This is an emergency."
Doreen reached the chest of drawers and managed to turn herself around, painfully, so painfully, every move was agony - and she loved it.
She pulled open the bottom drawer of the chest and reached inside. She fumbled under the underwear that was there and found what she was looking for.
A slender steel rod with a spiked ball on either end.
She gripped it like a scepter and held it in front of her to look at. It was an evil looking device, designed to pierce and cause the greatest possible pain.
She gripped the ball on one end of it and aimed the other spiked ball into her spread open vagina.
"NO!" Patty shrieked as she opened the bathroom door.
But it was too late, Doreen had plunged the steel spiked ball deep into her pussy, piercing the inner depths of her cunt with the evil, needle-sharp spikes of the steel ball.
Patty flung herself on the floor, trying to grab at Doreen's hand as she buried the thing inside her cunt.
"Keep away," Doreen moaned. "Don't touch it. It's mine."
Patty watched in horror as Doreen began to gently slide the long steel rod that was obviously tearing her inner pussy to shreds. In and out, just a little, not great strokes, but enough to rupture the inner walls of her vagina.
Then Doreen carefully pinched the flesh at the mouth of her vaginal canal and one by one inserted the steel spikes of the ball she was holding in her hand into the flesh, permanently attaching the double-headed torture device in her cunt.
"Why?" Patty whispered, staring in horror at what her friend had done. "Why, why, why?"
"How are you feeling?" the doctor said to Doreen as he entered her room.
"Much better, thank you," she replied, smiling at the handsome young doctor.
"You're doing remarkably well," he said. "There appears to be no permanent damage at all."
Doreen lay back against the pillows and looked out the window.
"Let me examine you," the doctor said. Doreen lifted the sheet that was covering her and let the doctor place it at the foot of the bed. She was comfortable with him. He was kind and gentle.
She was strapped in the bed, her legs spread wide apart to allow the healing process to occur. She did have her hands free now, but her legs were securely placed to give "her the maximum benefit of the medication that had been prescribed for her.
The doctor gently slithered his vaselined finger into her vagina - feeling tenderly and carefully for scar tissue as he probed slowly into the area that had been damaged by the steel spikes and clamps that she had inserted into herself.
"Fine," he said, extracting his finger. "It seems to be doing very well."
Doreen smiled at the doctor. He was gentle and kind - one of the few times that she had ever found that at the hands of a man. Usually, they had used her unmercifully for their own pleasure and then discarded her like a used toy when they were done.
But Doreen was really confident now that everything would be fine.
EPILOGUE
FAMED FILM DIRECTOR IN CRITICAL CONDITION.
Rome - Film director, Giorgio Scanucci, was admitted to Our Lady of the Seven Dolors Hospital early this morning with multiple contusions, lacerations and concussion. He is listed in critical condition and no visitors are permitted.
Scanucci, winner of countless awards for his bizarre and startling films, "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon."
"Terror of Auschwitz."
"The Scourge of the Orient."
"The Private Life of the Marquis de Sade" has always aroused controversy from the subject matter of his films.
No comment from the studio heads of his elaborate facility outside of Rome, but it is rumored that the director had hosted a party at the studio the night before his admittance to the hospital. It is thought that his injuries were the result of some incident that occurred at the alleged party.
Doreen read the news item with interest. From her New York apartment overlooking Central Park, all that life seemed so far behind her. But it was haunting her even on this clear spring morning as she sipped her coffee and watched the children playing in the park far below her.
"Have you seen this?" Doreen said, thrusting the newspaper towards Patty as she came out onto the terrace where Doreen was having breakfast.
"Yes," Patty said. "I wonder what happened."
"It sounds like he threw one of his little soirees and the tables got turned on him."
"That's what I thought," Patty said, sitting down at the table. "The bastard deserves anything he gets."
Doreen had mixed feelings about Scanucci. It had been a long time - nearly two years - since she had appeared in his film. She had recovered from the physical damage that had been caused, but there were scars on her mind that would take a long time to heal.
"I wish I had been there," Patty said. "I'd like to give the old son of a bitch a few lashes of his own whip."
Doreen didn't comment. She simply sipped her coffee and looked across the small table at Patty.
She had never thought that she and Patty would have lasted this long together. After her recovery in the hospital, all she had wanted to do was to get away from Rome. She couldn't bear the sight of the beautiful city with all the memories that it held for her.
What had surprised her most of all was that Patty consented to come back to the States with her.
"Whither thou goest," Patty had said. "Or something like, that - I think it's in the Bible." . "Yes," Doreen said. "Naomi and Ruth."
"They had lesbians in the Bible?" Patty asked, her eyebrows rising to unprecedented heights.
"Well - " Doreen said. "It doesn't get into the nitty gritty details, but there are rumors . . who knows."
"There are always rumors," Patty said. "Who knows what to believe any more?"
The two women sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the peace and security of their morning, far from the horrors they had both endured.
They were startled by the phone ringing. It jarred them out of their reverie.
"I'll get it," Doreen said. "It might be about that modeling job."
She left the terrace and walked into the living room.
"Hello," she said as she picked up the princess phone.
"Overseas operator," a metallic voice rasped. "Rome calling Doreen DuVal."
"This is Miss DuVal," Doreen said.
"Go ahead please," the metallic voice rasped.
"Doreen?" a gurgling voice said - why did trans-Atlantic calls always sound as though the ocean was seeping into the wires?
"Yes," Doreen said.
"This is Raquel," the voice annouced.
"Raquel!" Doreen said, overjoyed to hear from the pretty girl after so long.
"Have you read about Scanucci?" Raquel asked.
"Yes," Doreen said. "It's in the morning papers."
"I was there," Raquel said.
"Really?" Doreen gasped. "What happened?"
"It was wild," Raquel said. "Simply wild."
"I'll bet," Doreen commented. "Tell me about it."
Scanucci had just finished a new picture, his biggest and most elaborate. It was about the Nazi occupation of Rome and was a real ball-buster. There had been quite a number of incidents on the set during the filming. It was the cruelest and most bizarre film of his career.
At last the filming was completed and Scanucci had announced that there would be a party on the set for all the cast and crew. There were some hard feelings from some of the people who had been in the film. Scanucci had really outdone himself in the torture scenes. Several of the participants had been taken to the hospital and the whole thing had to be hushed up. There was some doubt that the film would ever be shown. They didn't see how it would ever get past the censors.
Scanucci was doing his usual God-bit at the party - sitting aloof and removed from the general mob. He watched the others like a camera, his dark glasses in place, his face immobile as the party progressed.
Raquel had watched him also.
For a long time she had tried to think of a way to get even with him for all the degrading things that he had done to her. She was not alone in her feelings.
"Let's get the son of a bitch," one of the other girls whispered to her while the party was running full swing.
"What do you mean?" Raquel said.
"You know exactly what I mean," the other girl said. "Let's get even with the bastard and give him some of his own medicine."
"How?" Raquel said, intrigued.
"Lure him away from the group - you can do it. He's wild about you."
Raquel knew that was true. Scanucci seemed to have some interest in her above and beyond the usual relationship of director and actress. She had been singled out a number of times in the course of her career with him for "special assignments."
"Alright," Raquel said. "Watch me and I'll do what I can."
It didn't take long. Scanucci was always hornier than hell after the completion of one of his films. It was rumored that he never had sex until a film was "in the can."
There was a bordello set in the movie and it was there that Raquel lured him - a big brass bed in a room that had been built to look like one of the antique houses that had been turned into whorehouses during the second world war.
She was lying on the bed, naked, teasing him - spreading her legs wide and closing them as he stood beside her, watching - always watching through those impenetrable dark glasses.
"You want it, don't you?" Raquel whispered, spreading her pussy lips open. "You want my hot cunt, don't you? Don't you?"
Scanucci licked his lips. His mouth was dry. He had always tried to hide any feeling that he had - he never let on that he was sexually turned on by any of the things that went on in front of his camera. But it was rumored that he had a hard-on throughout the filming of his many epic motion pictures - waiting - waiting until the film was completed and then he would shoot off his nuts like a skyrocket - flooding the girls that he chose with his pent-up semen.
Raquel could sense the tenseness in his body. He was wound up and ready to snap, like a coiled spring. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game. The man was a master sadist and she was alone with him. But her friend was aware of what was happening and Raquel played the game right up to the breaking point.
"Do with me what you want," she moaned, writhing and squirming on the bed. "You know I'm yours - do it - whatever is in your mind - do it."
Raquel opened her legs wide, she could feel the hot juices of her pussy slithering over the sweet folds of her cunt. She was hot with the idea of what might happen - and she was horny too.
She reached over to the side of the bed where Scanucci was standing and groped his meat. He was as hard as a rock. Her fingers slid up and down the thick shaft of his cock through the pants that he was wearing - it was quite a cock.
Scanucci reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out some alligator clips. He reached down and began applying them to Raquel's body. Her nipples were first.
Raquel gritted her teeth as she felt the sharp teeth of the metal clips sink into her tender flesh. She knew that Scanucci was only beginning and it was exciting to her, as well as being a bit frightening. She hoped that the other girl knew what she was doing, otherwise Raquel could be in for a very rough scene.
She unzipped his fly and reached her hand inside and gripped his prick in her hand as he sank another of the clips into her tit. It was painful, but if what the girl had promised her came true, it would be worth a bit of pain to get even with Scanucci.
As Raquel stroked Scanucci's meat, he gripped the lips of her pussy and began applying the alligator clips to the tender membrane. The pain was excruciating, but she was ready to endure it - for a while at least.
He was clipping her pussy open, attaching the folds of her vagina to her thighs as she grimaced in pain and unfastened his belt. His pants slipped down and she was able to grab hold of his balls.
"Hang onto them!" Maria, the girl who had plotted with Raquel said. "Hang onto those balls."
Raquel dug her long fingernails into Scanucci's balls as Maria led a large number of women into the room that was set up to look like a bordello.
"What the - " Scanucci began to say, but the pain of having the long, blood-red fingernails digging into his tender testicles, made him cut it short.
"Now it's our turn," one of the girls said. "Now we get back at you, you slimy son of a bitch."
Scanucci was not a big man. He was about 5' 7" and rather on the slender side. He was wiry and strong, but there were so many women suddenly around him, grabbing at his arms and legs and pinning him to the bed where Raquel had been lying that it was useless for him to struggle.
Handcuffs were snapped on his wrists and manacles on his ankles. He was attached to the brass rods at the head and the foot of the bed.
"Let's get those clothes off him," one of the women said.
"Yeah, strip the s.o.b.," another said.
Maria emerged from the group of women who were gathered about the bed. She was holding a gleaming, steel barber's razor in her hand and it was open.
From behind the glasses, Scanucci watched as Maria methodically began to open the seams of his clothing, stripping his garments away as she barely touched his flesh with the deathly sharp edge of the razor.
One by one, his clothes were stripped away. His cock was still hard as his naked body was exposed to the women who were after revenge.
Raquel had removed the alligator clips from her skin. She began passing them around to the women who were clustered in the room. Each eagerly took one of the sharp-toothed toys and found her own favorite place to attach it to the man's body.
His balls were very popular with the girls. He had at least seventeen of the things biting into his nuts. Also the foreskin of his penis was very well covered with the objects. The tingling of the sharp biting clips brought him to an even fuller erection than he had had before.
"Get the mattress off," one of the women said. "Just slide it out from under him. There's no reason he should have a soft bed to lie on."
While some of the women lifted his body upwards, others ripped the mattress out from under him and let him fall onto the open-work springs of the bed. It was the old-fashioned kind that had twisted wires in a net pattern to support the mattress. The sharp points of the wires cut into Scanucci's flesh as he was laid onto the bare springs.
"Get me something to shove up his ass," one of the women said.
"How about this?" a voice offered.
The spiked dildo was quite familiar to Scanucci. He had had it specially made for one of his films. About fourteen inches long, it was an evil device of hard black rubber with a ring of sharp, steel spikes just below the head of the phallic replica.
The woman slid under the bed, lying on the floor with the dildo in her hand. Her lips parted and she licked her lips as she began to prod the untouched ass of the hated film director.
"Give it to him," one of the women said. "Shove it up his asshole - make him bleed."
"Yes," another said. "Rip the bastard's asshole wide open."
More of the women called encouragement as the girl on the floor poked upwards through the meshwork of the bedsprings, prodding and teasing Scanucci with the dreaded dildo.
"AAHHHHGGGGHHH!" Scanucci screamed as the full length of the dildo was rammed into his ass - buried deep and painfully in his virgin butt.
WHACK!
A whip cut across his face, cutting deep into his cheek. WHACK!
Another whip cut across his stomach. WHACK!
A third whip cut into his naked thighs.
The girl with the spiked dildo gripped the end of it and began to ram it in and out of Scanucci's torn and bleeding asshole.
The whips were cutting deep and long slashes in his naked skin. Three, then four, then five whips were attacking him at the same time while the girl on the floor under him ripped his asshole with the spiked dildo and rammed it all the way inside, shoving it. up beyond the point where it could be retrieved.
Suddenly, the whipping stopped.
Scanucci was gasping for breath as he lay there, bound hand and foot to the brass bed, bleeding from every pore of his body.
His body looked like hamburger as Raquel put her foot up on the edge of the bed and hoisted herself upwards, spreading her legs and straddling the naked, bleeding man on the bed.
"Let's see how this feels," she said.
Raquel's wide-spread cunt was aimed over Scanucci's bleeding belly. She began with a slow trickle of urine that quickly turned into a flood. He screamed as the salty piss hit his open wounds, singeing him with unbelievable pain.
One by one the girls climbed onto the framework of the bed and pissed on him, drowning him in their urine as his blood, oozed from the open wounds that they had caused.
Blood dripped from his anus from where the girl had rammed the steely spikes into his tender and virgin flesh. He was dripping blood from each of the many lash marks that they had given him with the whips - the man who had caused so much pain and humiliation in so many women was now getting it all back - and more.
He cringed as he saw what was coming next.
The thumb screws that he had used so often in his pictures were one of the most painful of the torture devices that he had resurrected from the classic dungeons of the Inquisition.
Originally they had been used to induce helpless victims to confess to "heresy" against the Church - which, of course, meant that any time one of the higher ups in the Church decided that he wanted a wealthy man's property or his wife, he was accused of heresy and brought before the Inquisition. After the ingenious tortures that were devised, what man would not confess to anything - even to such a heinous crime as consorting with the Devil himself?
Scanucci watched as the various girls began to apply the thumb screws - not only to his thumbs, but to his fingers, his toes and finally to his prick.
He felt the steel - the cold and relentless steel being snapped onto his cut and bleeding prick. The girl who was applying it, looked at him and smiled - it was a smile of infinite hatred.
Slowly and methodically, the screws were tightened, holding him tightly and painfully in the grip of the small vises, the vises that would grow tighter and tighter, breaking his blood vessels as the flesh turned black from the painful pressure.
As Doreen listened to Raquel recount the incidents of the night of revenge, her pussy began to drip.
Just the thought of getting even with the evil bastard was enough to turn her on. She slipped her hand inside the dressing gown that she was wearing and began to finger her already excited clit.
Harder and harder she pinched her sensitive and swollen clitoris as the girl on the other side of the Atlantic told her the things that had been done to the man she knew was a reincarnation of one of the demons of Hell.
Scanucci was an evil man - a genius, yes. But evil through and through.
As Raquel continued her story, Doren lay back against the sofa and spread her creamy thighs wide, reaching deep into the pink lips of her pussy and sliding her fingers in and out of her hot, excited cunt.
Patty wondered what was taking her friend so long on the phone. She stood up from where she was seated on the terrace and walked into living room.
Doreen was sitting spread open on the couch, her breath coming in short, quick gasps as she fingered herself, the phone cradled on her shoulder as she listened to Raquel tell about the night the girls had finally gotten back at the hated Scanucci.
Dropping to her knees in front of Doreen, Patty opened the gown all the way and exposed her friend's hot body. Her tits were excited as well as her clit and as Patty slid between her outspread legs, Doreen began to pinch her own nipples, twisting them and torturing them as
Patty slipped her tongue up and down Doreen's moist slit and plunged her tongue inside, licking and sucking at Doreen's hot, sweet twat.
"The last straw," Raquel said, "came when we decided to display him to the rest of the cast and crew of the film.
"We unshackled him and dragged him from the room where we had performed the deed. He pleaded with us not to show the rest of them what we had done, but we had to have our revenge complete.
"We knew that the rest of the people hated him as much as we did and that the were simply afraid to do' anything about it - afraid that he would get back at them.
"But by this time we didn't care - we were drunk with the power of the torturing that we had already performed on that slimy son of a bitch and we wanted it to be complete."
Patty slipped her lips over the hot opening to Doreen's pussy and sucked.
She could taste the warm and succulent fluids that rushed from her friend's excited cunt, dripping onto her thighs and running down her legs as the woman listened with rapt attention to the report from the other side of the Atlantic.
"There was a hushed and shocked silence as we dragged the naked and bleeding body of Scanucci into the midst of the party.
"Hardly anyone dared believe what they were being shown - that, at last, the man who had inflicted so much pain on so many others had received what was coming to him.
"One of the men who had been mutilated in one of the torture scenes - a deep scar had been cut in his face which would never heal completely - stepped up to the sorry sight that was now Scanucci and spat full in his face.
"He called him a scum bag and worse - in front of everyone.
"Someone suggested that we drag him into the middle of Rome and leave his body in the fountain - but someone else wanted to drag him to a cliff and throw him over and let him die."
Patty's tongue was going lickety-split inside Doreen's heaving cunt.
Doreen gripped her nipples hard and felt the warmth and sweetness of Patty's tongue licking out her slit as the girl on the other side of the ocean went on and on - telling more and more about what had been done to Scanucci.
He had been punched in the stomach, kicked in the balls, his head ground into the dirt, spat upon, shat upon, pissed upon - everything that he had done to others was coming back on him - tenfold - and it was only right. It was his just deserts for all that he had done to others over the years - he had it coming - and he seemed to accept it - as he stared blankly and silently at the mob who had turned on him -his dark glasses, shattered and broken - lying in the bleeding dust at his feet.
Doreen grabbed hold of Patty's head and rammed it between her legs, humping and shoving her cunt into the woman's face as she let go with a hot flood of her sweet pussy juice, drowning Patty in the hot passionate cream from her cunt.
The newspapers were discreet about further reports on the condition of Scanucci. When he was finally released from the hospital, he seemed to vanish in thin air - no one knew where he had gone or what he was up to.
But Doreen knew that someday - some where - she would once again gaze into his eyes - they would haunt her for the rest of her life.
But, as she hung up the phone from talking with Raquel, she didn't care about Scanucci - she couldn't care less about the evil bastard.
All she cared about now was Patty and the wonderful love-making the two of them had together.
It was like nothing that she had ever known before - gentle - sweet, sweet Patty - she knew more ways to please her than she had ever thought possible.
And it didn't stop her from enjoying men either. There were many nights when she and
Patty would find a really groovy guy and bring him home and do things to the guy that he had never thought possible. The two women would really turn the guy on - feeding him their pussies, sucking his cock - doing everything that they could think of to give him pleasure and expecting the same from him. After all it was only fair.
