Tammy Hartman was bored with life in the small town of Fallsberg. Nothing ever happened there and few of the townspeople appreciated her talent as an actress. The boys of the town abused her good looks until a passing truck driver convinced her to leave for Hollywood.
The beautiful blonde left her hated home town early one morning, determined never to return. She reached Hollywood and found that she was not the only one looking for a job. The town was full of beautiful talented girls and she had to struggle to get her first part.
Evan Sterling was a man who recognized talent. As the head of Morgo Productions he had cast many girls for horror movies but had never come up with one as lovely and talented as Tammy. His leading star, Phil Lucas, was in complete agreement with his choice.
Phil and Evan taught Tammy that there was more to making films than she had imagined. She soon discovered that they took their work seriously, so seriously that she was a lump of bruises and scratches after the first rehearsal. Then the blonde beauty met Zelda, a tall brunette with a heroic torso who seemed to know all the ropes.
The rest of the cast consisted of Vorgas, a vampire specialist and a monster from outer space named Jeff, who seemed to play the part to perfection. Before long Tammy began to suspect that there was something evil happening at the studio.
By then it was too late for her and she fell into the clutches of the evil Evan who revealed his devious plot to her when she was helpless to stop it. Things looked bad for the lovely girl until she was able to enlist support from a most unlikely source.
The following tale of terror and lust is guaranteed to glue the reader to his seat from the first page to the rousing surprise ending. It is a story of evil desires and strange happenings in the famous Hollywood dream factories. The reader will find himself looking over his shoulder and wondering if a tale this strange could possibly be true. Tammy's strange fate and narrow escape will thrill anyone with the imagination to conceive of the truth that is stranger than fiction.
CHAPTER ONE
Tammy Hartman dressed herself quickly, ignoring the wailing of the twins and the nagging of her sarcastic mother. She had a date and nothing was going to stop her from getting out of that house. Fallsberg was a dull enough town and she had no intention of being robbed of one chance to have a good time.
She had met Joe down at the coffee shop where she worked as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to make a pilgrimage to
Hollywood. Tammy was a beautiful girl with ambitions that could not be fulfilled in a one-horse town like Fallsberg. She dreamt of becoming a famous movie star and returning to her home town in glory.
It had been a long uphill battle but there had finally been a glitter of hope. Tammy had sent a series of photos of herself to a studio in California and they had returned her letter, inviting her to come out for a screen test. It was out of the question, since she hardly had enough money to eat on, but she saved and saved and would soon have enough to make the journey.
For the moment she had a date with Joe, a truck driver who was passing through her town. Joe was a good-looking man, broad shouldered and handsome, with a knowledge of the world that made her yearn to run away with him. She had listened spellbound to his tales and had been unable to resist his pointed invitation to a more private encounter.
Tammy knew what would be expected of her but did not hesitate for a moment. She had shed her virginity over a year ago and had no need for the stiff-necked morality of her parents and neighbors. At the age of eighteen she was considered the town pariah, but she would be leaving Fallsberg so soon that it hardly mattered.
Her best clothing had been removed from mothballs and she made herself up as if she were already in Hollywood. Tammy was something to see and had plenty of confidence that no man could resist her good looks. She was of average height, but that was the only ordinary thing about her.
Tammy had blonde hair that fell in silky tresses to her narrow waist. Her eyes were broad sea-green saucers and her nose was short and straight. She would have looked like the picture of an all-American girl but for her sensual mouth and the hungry look in her eyes.
Pretty as her face was, it had to take a back seat to her magnificent body. Tammy had tits that jutted out from her slender chest in a way that drove men wild. Her legs were long and shapely, covered with a fine blonde down that the disgusting boys of the town used to dream about licking.
Her big creamy buttocks swelled proudly out from her lushly cushioned hips, completing the impression of a woman who lacked nothing in the realm of feminine equipment. She looked at herself in the mirror with complete satisfaction. If Joe didn't rape her on the spot he wasn't half the man she expected him to be.
She bade her mother good-bye and looked with unconcealed hatred at her screaming infant brothers. Thankfully her father was away for the week and would be unable to torpedo her good time as was his wont. Mr. Hartman was an ignorant man who had beaten her to within an inch of her life after learning of her loss of virginity and she did not relish the thought of tangling with him again.
Her mother would keep quiet if she knew what was good for her. Mr. Hartman was a traveling salesman but his wife was the one who had the stories to tell. Her husband's absence was a signal to her to embark on a series of affairs that made her the talk of the neighborhood.
Tammy rushed out to the coffee shop and noted with joy that Joe had arrived there first. He was in his truck and explained to her that he would have to leave in the early hours of the morning. She climbed into the cab, her dress riding up over her dimpled knees and snuggled in beside the handsome truck driver.
They drove out to a secluded spot and Joe killed the motor and took Tammy in his arms. He kissed her brutally, practically knocking the wind out of her slender body. Tammy began to have second thoughts about her adventure but it was too late to pull out.
Joe had dropped his charming sophisticated veneer and now seemed to have but one thing in mind. Still, he was a vast improvement over the men of Fallsberg and she was willing to do anything for excitement. Tammy was to get a lot more than she had bargained for that night.
Joe pulled the clothing right off her body and toli her to get out of the truck. Tammy stepped into the warm moonlit evening clad only in brassiere, panties, garter belt and stockings. She started to remove her lingerie and was interrupted by her lover.
"Leave them on baby," he ordered her sarcastically, "I like fucking them with the clothing on."
"But that's perverted," Tammy stammered nervously, "I mean nobody makes love that way."
She was silenced by a hard slap to the face that knocked her right off her feet. Looking up at her captor and feeling her swollen cheek with her right hand, Tammy could see through her tears that he had opened his fly and uncovered a huge swelling erection.
The night was clear and she could see that Joe had the biggest prick she had ever come across. He was a huge muscular man and she had expected him to be well-hung, but the poor girl began to doubt if she would be able to fit the huge organ into her tight snatch.
"Now suck on it," he yelled, leering at her and forcing the helpless girl to her knees. "You small town sluts are all the same. You lead a man on and then try to play innocent. But you won't get away with that shit with me. I'm going to fuck you until you bleed."
Tammy ,was terrified but there was nothing to do but obey the monster and hope he would leave her in peace. She leaned her head forward and licked at the purple head of the huge member, causing it to stiffen even further. Joe grabbed her by her soft blonde hair and forced her head right up against his body.
"Suck it right, before I decide to do a real number on you, you fucking whore," he screamed at her.
Tammy practically choked on the huge organ that filled her to the very back of her throat. She tried to wrap her agile tongue around the shaft but it was simply too big to manage. She bit back her tears and sat helplessly on the mossy grass as Joe shoved his rod further into her gagging mouth. She was sure she would vomit when he came.
Joe was horny as a hoot owl and spared her nothing. It was hard to get laid in his business and he took advantage of every opportunity. He had listened to Tammy's cock and bull stories about going to Hollywood with a grain of salt. It was a small price to pay for getting into a young and dewy piece of ass like Tammy.
Now he was in control of the situation and intended to fuck her until she couldn't move. He forced his prick all the way into her throat and .left it there, watching as her eyes crossed and her cheeks became suffused with blood as the poor girl struggled not to suffocate.
It was the most horrible experience of Tammy's life. She was used to dominating her lovers, making them suffer and wait until she was ready to grant them her favor. Joe was a new sort of man for her and she didn't know how to handle him. The fierce truck driver was-likely to kill her in his passion and nobody was-likely to come to her rescue.
"My balls, suck my balls," Joe croaked hoarsely. "Use that stupid mouth on my nuts or I'll knock your teeth in."
Tammy spit out the huge prick gratefully, thinking that her lover was showing her some mercy at last. It was far from the truth as she was soon to discover. Joe was ready to come but decided that the girl needed some softening up before she got to swallow his come.
She took the hairy globes in her mouth and dandled them with her tongue for a few minutes. Joe ordered her to take his prick into her mouth again and she hastened to obey him, fearing another slap in the face. The huge prick was already leaking and she tried to swallow the drops of salty scum without gagging and choking.
Tammy began to buck like a bronco, forcing his rod into Tammy's mouth until her tender lips were pressed up against his hairy crotch. Her lipstick had smeared all over his huge rod and he held her head stationary as he prepared to shoot his load into her mouth.
Tammy knew what was about to happen to her and braced her nerves before Joe came. She had never been treated so brutally in her life. Joe pumped twice more and then shot an enormous load of cream into her gaping mouth. It was too. much for the inexperienced girl to swallow and soon backed up on her, running out of the corner of her puffy mouth and trickling out of her slender nostrils.
Joe wrenched his still spurting prick from the helpless girl's mouth and shot another load that covered her entire face. Tammy was left covered with tears and scum, kneeling on the ground before her relentless captor. He raised her to her feet by the nipples, causing her to scream in pain.
"Pretty good," he complimented her, "I had a feeling that you knew how to suck cock. Now you're going to take it up the ass. It should be good practice before you go to Hollywood and tangle with those faggot producers."
Tammy listened to him in a fog, hardly comprehending his harsh words. When she realized what she was in for she jumped with fear and began to beg him not to corn-hole her.
"Anything but that sir," she pleaded, "I'll blow you again or let you fuck me in the cunt but don't give it to me up the ass. It'll kill me."
Her useless protest was soon terminated by a kick to the midsection which sent the girl sprawling in the dusty grass. She could hardly breath and offered no resistance as Joe placed her on her hands and knees. He took a few slaps at her swelling buttocks and then decided to work her Over with his thick belt before cornholing her.
Tammy looked over her shoulder and practically fainted as she divined her master's attentions. She closed her eyes and waited for the storm to break. Joe grunted with pleasure and brought the belt against her tender flesh, causing a large red welt to mar the perfect beauty of her ass.
Tammy received five bone-crushing shots from the black garrison belt and thought her lover would kill her in his insatiable passion. He tired of beating her at last and parted her creamy buttocks with his hands. The skin was broken in several places and his hands were soon covered with blood, which only served to increase his lust.
Joe took his huge prick in his right hand and forced it into the cleft between her pillow-like cheeks. She had such a plump ass that he could hardly find her bunghole. The truck driver reached his objective at last and Tammy screamed with agony as he parted her anal canal.
It was incredibly painful, as if a fire were scorching her from the inside. Joe forced his prick in to the hilt and left it buried in her ass-hole. His wiry pubic hairs ground into her bleeding buttocks, causing her to cry out once again. He was not inclined to be merciful toward the helpless young girl and intended to fuck her in a way she would long remember.
"Tell me how much you like it," he sneered at her, "or I'll get out my belt again. I want to hear how grateful you are to me for fucking you up the ass."
"Thank you," she moaned, tears flowing down her lovely face, "Thank you for fucking me up the ass. I love you and your big cock.
I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished. Please fuck me harder, fuck me until I bleed."
"So you do like it," he taunted, "I thought so, I told you, you sluts were all the same. Well, a gentleman like me always obliges a lady."
So saying, he began to fuck her even harder until Tammy could no longer hold back her screams of agony. She felt the blood dripping out of her violated ass-hole and was sure that she would bleed to death before the night had ended. It was the ultimate humiliation to be forced to beg to be abused, but she was too weak to think about revenge.
Joe seemed ready to come at last. He reached around in front of her and grabbed on to her luscious boobs, anchoring Tammy to the spot. He twisted her nipples until they were purple and then ran his horny fingernails along her chest until it was scored with scratches.
Then he lowered his hand down to her cunt and uncovered her prominent pink clitoris. He held it between thumb and forefinger and squeezed as if he would tear it from her body. Once again Tammy bellowed with pain and humiliation but Joe continued to be deaf to her pleas. There was something about her that begged to be defiled, he thought, as if she had been born to be tortured and abused.
Joe finally fired his load, directly into Tammy's mutilated ass-hole. He held her to the spot as spasm after spasm passed through his muscular body. He ripped his prick from her flesh and stood back to watch his blood-stained scum drip out of her ass-hole.
Tammy made a charming sight kneeling on the ground with the sperm running down her sleek thighs. The viscous fluid formed a bloody puddle on the grass beneath her and Joe decided that she was through for the evening. He would have liked to experiment with her cunt but realized that he had to leave off at some point.
He drove her home quickly and deposited her on her doorstep, first stuffing a twenty dollar bill in her handbag. Joe advised her to get out of Fallsberg at the first opportunity and Tammy could see that he was right. She hated to admit it to herself but she had enjoyed the experience as much as he and felt that she had to get out in the world and find other men to abuse her.
Fortunately her family was already asleep. Tammy packed her bags and left at dawn. The athletic country girl hiked to the next town and caught the first bus west. The twenty dollars was exactly what she needed to get to California and she was glad she had tangled with Joe.
The bus ride lasted for two and a half days but passed quite uneventfully. Tammy's body ached all over at first but with her youth and strength she was able to effect a fast recovery and was as good as new when the bus pulled into the Los Angeles terminal. It was a clear sunny day and she decided to head right for the studio.
Los Angeles was frightening at first, an evil city full of people about to die. She wondered if she were the only young person in town but as her bus approached Hollywood came to realize that the town was full of young starlets as young and eager as herself.
It was easy enough to find the studio but the place was less than impressive. It was built on the site of a former airport and consisted of a long series of hangars laid out on a desolate field of dust and ashes. She knocked timidly on the door and was let in by the receptionist.
Tammy was kept waiting for almost an hour and spent the time fixing her makeup. The studio was a busy place and no one seemed to have time to talk to her. She noticed with great satisfaction that she was the prettiest girl present and came to feel that she would surely land a job.
Finally she was led into a private office, the office of Evan Sterling, the main casting director of the studio. It was an impressive place, with leather furniture and mahogany walls tastefully picked out with blue glass chips. Mr. Sterling looked up from his desk and had to restrain himself from gasping in shock.
He was the handsomest man she had ever seen, tall and suave, with long black hair ringing his round face. His eyes were black and burning and he stared at her unabashedly undressing her with his eyes. Tammy blushed with excitement, forgetting her resolve to stay cool in any event.
"So you're Tammy Hartman," he addressed her in a low quiet voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Well, you're better looking than those pictures you sent but the question is, can you act. Hollywood's loaded with good-looking pieces of ass, but we want something more than that."
Tammy was too embarrassed to answer and looked down at her lap like a little girl. Evan told her to get up out of her chair so that he could get a better look at her body. The girl finally settled down and realized that it was time to start acting like a woman.
She got to her feet and paraded proudly, realizing that no man could fail to be impressed by her physical credentials. Evan admired her at his leisure and then addressed her once again.
"It would have been better if you had sent some nudes, but I guess you can't find that kind of photographer in a douchewater town like Fallsberg. Come into this room with me and we'll give you a screen test."
Tammy thrilled to the invitation and hastened to follow Evan's quickly departing figure. He led her to a small room filled with spotlights and cameras and told her to undress. It came as a surprise to Tammy but she told herself that she was in Hollywood now and was strong enough to go through whatever was necessary to become a star. Evan waited impatiently as she stripped, hardly noticing her presence.
Tammy's feelings were hurt by Evan Sterling's casual attitude. She had developed a pretty high opinion of herself through the years and couldn't understand how any man could be so indifferent to her. Even a monster like Joe had reacted on one level. Anything was better than indifference.
Finally she was naked and the impatient director turned to look her over. He stared at every inch of her luscious body and then strode over to examine her at closer quarters. Tammy trembled with nervousness, waiting for him to make some comment before the tension became too great to bear. She hardly knew what to do with herself.
"Sit down in that chair while I turn on the heavy spot lights," Evan commanded her. "We need a certain type for the movies we plan to make. If you work out you'll do a series of horror movies. Can you look like you're suffering or is that too complicated?"
Tammy blushed at the innuendo and quickly sat down. Evan disappeared momentarily and then the room was flooded with light. Tammy could hardly keep her eyes open but soon noticed that Evan had returned. He approached her with a large pair of pliers and Tammy practically passed out from sheer animal fear.
"Don't be an idiot," he sneered at her, "I'm not going to mark you up. I've got to see what you look like when you're in pain. I'll turn the camera on and then later we'll watch your expression. It's the only way for us to find out if you've got the talent we need."
So saying, he stepped over to a camera and turned the machine on. Then Evan walked up to Tammy with the pliers brandished in his strong right arm. She looked charming sitting blindfolded in the seat, clad only in long gloves, stockings and garter belt.
Tammy had balked at donning the degrading outfit, but was glad of the blindfold. She was sure that Evan was going to hurt and abuse her and it was better not to see the expression on his cruel face. She gasped with pain as the pliers gripped her left nipple.
Evan twisted her nipple until it was sore and distorted, explaining that his actions would heighten the color of her skin. Tammy was too confused and frightened to suggest that there were easier ways to alter a girl's appearance. The pain was incredibly intense and she was sure that she would pass out in a matter of moments.
The cruel director switched to her other breast and repeated the procedure until both breasts were raw and in pain. Soon Tammy began to feel terribly humiliated. She wished she had never left her home town. But there was no backing out, for she was broke and defenseless.
Evan lowered the pliers to her luscious gaping cunt and pinched her clitoris until the tears welled out of her blue eyes and flowed under the blindfold to trickle down her chin and form a puddle between her huge sore tits. He then gripped her labia with the weapon, pulling at the sensitive flesh until she begged for mercy.
"Shut up you stupid small-town bitch," he bellowed, "do you want a job or not? If you want to last around here you'll find out that there'll be a lot more done to you that you won't like. Can it or I'll throw you out of here."
Tammy shut up and tried to think about something other than the intense pain that was wracking her body. Soon Evan tired of working her over with pliers and stood back to admire her trembling body. She had it alright and he knew she was just the girl for his needs.
He ordered her to follow him out of the room and Tammy guided herself by the sound of his footsteps. They returned to his office and the timid girl finally dared to remove her blindfold. Evan led her to a couch and told her that it was time she put out for him.
"But I hardly know you," Tammy complained, "and you were so cruel to me. What do you want from me? Does every girl have to do this to get a job?"
Evan paid no attention to her. He held the pliers over his head and the frightened girl shut up abruptly, figuring that it was better to get fucked than to bear another session with the pliers. Evan pulled off his own clothing and approached her with a wicked look on his stunningly handsome face. Terry held her breath, wondering if he would be as cruel and heartless in bed as he had been in the studio.
Without saying a word Evan took her in his powerful arms and turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees on the plush carpet. Tammy waited for him to enter her and he quickly shoved his huge cock into her snatch. Tammy was too afraid to lubricate properly, but it didn't slow Evan down for a minute.
He forced his huge weapon into her cunt and left it buried to the hilt. It was even bigger than Joe's prick and Tammy hoped that he would confine himself to her vagina. As if he were reading her mind, Evan wrenched his rod from her twat and as quickly plunged it right up her ass-hole.
It was the final humiliation. Tammy felt a wave of fire searing her body. She was impaled on his rod like candy on a stick. Never had she felt so helpless and abused. Yet there was something pleasant about it, as if her fate had been taken out of her hands and she didn't have to worry about a thing in the world.
Evan seemed to get no pleasure out of fucking the young beauty, which was the most degrading thing about the whole affair. Tammy wouldn't have minded being used for her body if it was all part of her screen test, pure business and nothing else. She grit her teeth and wondered how long her torments would last.
Evan began to tire of her and to amuse himself started whipping her ass with his right hand. The flesh turned pink and then red and then finally a deep purple color. It was just the thing to stimulate the jaded man and he began to fuck her with real passion.
"Please stop," Tammy whimpered. "It hurts so much and I've never done anything to you. Why do you want to treat me like this, Evan? I wish you'd explain."
The young beauty was so confused that she hardly knew what she was saying. Evan buggered her at his own pace, using his prick as a weapon, leaving it buried to the hilt and removing only to whip her some more. Then he reached around under her with the pliers and again abused her tits.
Tammy thought she was losing her mind. All her visions of stardom had dissolved into a morass of pain and humiliation. She wondered what other tortures were in store for her defenseless body. It seemed like Evan would hold out forever, fuck her into unconsciousness.
Finally he finished with her. Bucking like a wild stallion, he pumped twice and then emptied a huge load of come into her aching ass-hole. He wrenched his prick from her aching aperture and walked back to his desk as if nothing had happened, leaving Tammy crying and bleeding on the floor.
"It's time for your first assignment," he told her. "We've got to shoot a trailer. That's like an advertisement for the movie but we make it first. Go back into the studio and I'll come back with your leading man."
He said the words so coldly that Tammy feared for her life. She wondered if she had been lured into some den of sadists, but soon realized that she was in a famous studio and had seen several of their films in Fallsberg. Perhaps this was just the way things were done in Hollywood.
She walked into the studio and sat down in the chair where she had first been tortured. Her entire body ached, especially her sensitive nipples and clitoris. Perhaps the filming of the trailer would be less grueling, she told herself, and maybe the leading man would be more merciful.
She had not long to wait. Evan returned with a man he introduced as Phil Lucas. Phil was twice as handsome as Evan. He was tall and blonde and muscular, a sun-tanned giant who made her blood boil. It would be a pleasure to be mistreated by a man like that and she sighed with relief.
Evan explained that the film was going to be about a secret society of sadists who lived in a haunted castle. Their practice was to kidnap young girls and torture them until they lost their sanity. But the clip they would be filming would have nothing to do with the plot. It would be a simple torture scene from the middle of the movie.
Tammy would have no lines to speak. The point of the trailer was to attract backers, old men with money who were turned on by one thing only. Tammy nodded in agreement and told her masters that she would do whatever they asked. Evan smiled at her and gave her a pair of panties to wear. They were thin and lacy, barely covering her bushy snatch.
Phil stripped to the waist and Tammy gasped at the sight of his muscular physique. He looked like a professional body-builder, like something from muscle beach. But he was so handsome and gentle looking that Tammy wasn't at all afraid of the clean cut star.
She was ordered to lie down on a big desk while Phil made a short speech before the camera. The lights were so strong that Tammy couldn't see a thing. She waited for her part in the scene but when she saw what it would be almost wished they had not found her so suitable for the part.
Phil approached her with a burning cigarette in his hand. He smiled sadistically at her naked body and then put the cigarette down so that he could bind her arms and legs. He pulled four lengths of thick bristly rope from his pockets and had her hold still when he tied her down to four conveniently placed hasps on the desk.
The rope bit into the poor girl's wrists and ankles, cutting off the circulation so that she soon became numb. Tammy was completely unable to move. Her struggles were pathetic and she could hear Evan snickering behind the bank of cameras. Phil looked down on her casually and spoke a few lines that were intended to explain the situation.
Then he approached her and began to let his hands wander all over her luscious body. Tammy wondered whether this sort of thing would ever pass the censors but Phil was so strong and domineering that she soon found her body coming to life under his insistent manipulations.
She would have liked to lay there being caressed forever but the show had to go on. Phil took a long drag from his cigarette and then lowered it so that it rested just over her rosy nipples. Tammy shrieked with fear and Evan began to urge her on. It was just the thing to add a little spice to the picture. She was working out perfectly.
As she had feared, Phil lowered the cigarette until it was just grazing her magnificent boobs. The pain was incredible and her shrieks became so loud that Evan laughed and said he would have to lower the sound level. Phil tortured her expertly, letting the cigarette just touch her flesh and then removing it before it left a scar.
Tammy wondered how long her torment would last.
She thought she would faint. Yet she had to admit that never had she met two young men so handsome and domineering. Besides, they did seem sincere and she was too concerned with her career to object to any "rough treatment.
Phil laughed at her confusion and continued to apply the cigarette to her lovely tits. Her nipples had hardened and were pink and puckered. She looked like she was enjoying the whole thing and in truth she was. Tammy had discovered that she enjoyed pain. It was hard to admit it, but despite her cries and pleas she wished that they would go on torturing her for hours.
It was an ambivalent feeling, since half of her wanted to run away and the other half was enjoying every second of the pain and degradation. The scene lasted about ten minutes with Tammy no more clear what it was that she actually wanted. Her body was in terrible shape and she wondered how she would be able to make herself presentable for the real movie.
Phil and Evan untied her and congratulated Tammy on her success. She had done everything they had asked her and her screams of pain had added a new dimension to the performance. Evan gave her fifty dollars and told her where she could find a place to live.
She was to report at six the next morning for the real movie. They were on a tight schedule and had to get down to work without any rehearsals. She would be given her lines then and there, but there would be cuers to help her out. Phil cut in and explained that in the type of movie they were making dialogue came second to action.
Tammy took it all in as she was dressing. Her body hurt and her wrists and ankles were raw from the extended bondage she had suffered. The two men told her to get out of the studio. They had work to do and there was no time to be wasted on her. She rushed out and took a taxi to her new home, exhausted and ready for nothing but a long bout of uninterrupted sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Tammy reached the rooming house in no time and was soon ensconced in a small but nicely decorated kitchen apartment. The landlady was an elderly woman who had worked in the movies back in the early days. She seemed to be holding something back from Tammy, looking at her curiously and with a certain measure of pity. The innocent girl ascribed it to jealousy and got rid of the woman immediately.
It was only eight o'clock, but Tammy soon dropped off to sleep. At five in the morning Mrs. Warren came in to wake her. She seemed well aware of the shooting schedules and told Tammy that several employees of Morgo Productions lived at her house. Tammy would have liked to ask her a few questions about Phil and Evan, but there was no time to waste. She was due at the studio in less than an hour.
Tammy hopped onto a bus and arrived at the studio just on time. This time the place was really hopping. Cameramen, actors, technicians, make-up artists and script girls were running around like decapitated chickens. The place was in total chaos and Tammy couldn't find anybody who would tell her where she was supposed to go.
She walked over to Evan's office and found he and Phil sitting together finishing their breakfast. It was obvious that they had spent the night together and they were actually kissing when Tammy interrupted them. She told herself that it should come as no surprise to her. Hollywood personalities were famous for being perverse and it was only her small-town notions of morality that made her shocked.
They greeted her warmly and seemed quite pleased by the young beauty's promptness. Evan told her that she and Phil would get right down to filming the story they had started the previous day. First he would show her the film they had taken so that she could admire her own technique.
Phil dimmed the lights and a small projector embedded in the wall began to grind. The picture was flashed directly onto the white walls. It was in living color and the sound track was so loud that Tammy had to hold her ears. Phil explained that this was necessary for otherwise they would have no idea if the film had flaws or inconsistencies.
Tammy watched in mute fascination as she saw herself tied to the table. She was flattered at how the camera had roved all over her body, lingering on her bare breasts and scantily swathed crotch. They obviously thought a lot of her physical appearance. She shuddered when she saw Phil's muscular figure approach her with the smoldering butt.
"What do you think," Phil whispered to her, sidling up to the young beauty and feeling her heaving boobs, "do you like the way we made you come out? You'll look even better when we let the make-up experts work you over."
Tammy was offended by the familiarity with which he fondled her body, but she was so happy to see herself on film that she smiled and thanked her bosses for giving her such a fine opportunity. She was trembling with fear at the thought of a whole day of torture but soon calmed down thinking that they couldn't really want to damage her magnificent body. It would be too counter-productive if they expected her to last through a whole movie.
The clip came to a close and Tammy was led to the make-up room. She was put into the hands of Edgar Snow, another obvious homosexual. Tammy wondered if there were any straight men in Hollywood and then reminded herself that she was more concerned with her career than her sex life.
Edgar worked on her expertly and the young girl could hardly recognize herself when he had finished. She looked older and somehow wicked, as if she were used to a life of debauchery. She couldn't understand how so much could be done with make-up but decided that she would learn more about it as time went on.
Even came for her and brought her back to the studio. Phil was there already, dressed in tight corduroy pants, high patent leather boots and a blindfold. Tammy was given a rather brief bikini and changed into it before the admiring eyes of the two men.
The outfit barely covered her. Her huge pink nipples bulged out of the top and her curly pubic hair was easily visible through the thin mesh of the bottom piece. The garment was filmy and tight and she felt her flesh stimulated by the feel of the bristly cloth.
"Now as you probably know," Evan addressed her, "we don't shoot the movie in sequence. We do the indoor scenes first and then the outdoor ones. It saves time and money and we can avoid changing make-up every two hours."
Tammy didn't have the slightest idea of how movies were made, but she kept silent and nodded as if she understood it all. Evan explained that they would start with a scene from the middle of the film, one in which Phil had just captured her and was going to give her a taste of punishment.
The poor girl groaned aloud, knowing full well what was about to happen to her. Phil told her to sit on the ground with her legs outstretched. He tied a strong rope around her ankles and then made a signal to the technicians. Tammy heard the whirr of machinery and then felt herself being lifted off the ground by her feet. She screamed loudly.
"Save it for the movie," Evan told her sarcastically, "you shouldn't waste that voice of yours."
Within minutes Tammy was hoisted up off the floor. Her head was perhaps ten inches from the bare wood and her hair brushed against the ground. It was quite painful to be suspended like that and the blood rushed to Tammy's head. She wondered how she would be able to read the cue cards.
Evan turned out the overhead lights and flicked on the powerful spots. The cameras began to grind and Tammy could see that they were concentrating on her body. She was given a speech to recite, a bunch of silly statements bemoaning the loss of her freedom. It was a ridiculous part but she played it as well as she could, thankful that she had at last been given some chance to display her talents.
She looked around, following the camera with her eyes just as Evan had ordered her. To her surprise, Phil had picked up a huge thick whip, the kind of thing you usually see in a museum. It was six feet long and three inches thick at the base, tapering down to a narrow point that seemed to be made out of lead.
The helpless girl screamed aloud as an ugly little man came over and bound her hands behind her back. It was easier than holding them up herself, but she felt totally defenseless. Her wrists ached from the rope and her ankles were beginning to swell and become numb.
Phil gave her little time to consider her plight. Evan told her to scream as he approached her and the poor girl didn't have to act at all. The whip looked like it would cut her soft skin to pieces. Her throat was soon sore from screaming and then Evan signalled to her to shut up.
"And now my little angel," Phil sneered at her, hamming up the part terribly, "we shall give you your first taste of the whip. You have been a disobedient servant and you must be taught to obey your master."
So saying, he brandished the whip high over his head and crashed it into her hips. Obviously Phil had had plenty of practice swinging that whip. It hardly hurt at all. Tammy tried to repress her sigh of relief, but couldn't maintain any sort of frightened look.
"Cut," Evan screamed, "throw the whole fucking thing out. What the fuck is the matter with you, you stupid bitch? Do you want to screw up the whole film. "You're supposed to be frightened, not delighted. We'll take the whole thing over again and you'll stay up there till you do it right."
Tammy felt terribly ashamed of herself and promised her employer she would improve her performance. The camera again panned her body and once more she screamed as Phil approached her with the whip. This time he was not quite as gentle and Tammy could feel the lash cutting into her tender flesh. It was painful and humiliating, so that this time her cries were strictly for real.
Phil warmed to his task quickly and began to whale away at Tammy with the huge whip. The point was not made of metal but only a rubbery substance. Nonetheless the pain was quite intense and Tammy could feel herself slipping into unconsciousness. Her body was soon covered with painful welts and she wondered when her tormentors would finish abusing her helpless body.
The scene finally came to an end and Tammy was lowered back down to the floor. The ropes were removed from her slender ankles and she began to rub at them to restore her circulation. Before long the healthy girl was as good as new, except for the welts that were prominently displayed across her shapely back.
It was time for the next scene to begin. Evan explained that it would be a rape scene which they would play for a maximum of terror and sadism. It was the kind of thing that appealed to audiences these days. Tammy was confused and began to wonder how they could get away with showing such great amounts of skin and sex.
"We produce mostly for the foreign markets," Evan explained. "That way you don't have to worry about being seen by your family and we don't have to worry about getting busted. When we decide to distribute the films in this country we cut out most of the dirtier stuff."
It made sense and Tammy listened carefully as Evan explained his theory of movie-making. He had improved on the concept of method acting, thinking that it was best for an actor to have to pretend as little as possible. This was the reason for using real whips and other implements of torture. It made it easier for all concerned.
Tammy found herself growing suspicious of the handsome director but there was no way she could trap him or make him tell her the whole truth. There was an atmosphere of evil suffusing the studio and it was beginning to make her skin crawl. If only it were possible to quit and try out somewhere else. But Tammy knew that the studios kept close tabs on the actors. Make one mistake and you were through in Hollywood for the rest of your life.
Tammy was led to another room for the rape scene. It was a bou loir, carefully designed to look like something i torn the Victorian era. The bed was huge and f ft, with curtains hanging from the posts. The walls were covered with tapestries depicting scenes of huntsmen and animals. It was a lovely room, except for the ugly bars on the windows.
Tammy was commanded to lie down on the bed and wait for her lover. It would be Phil once again, perhaps the last scene they would do together in this particular film. Tammy wanted to do well and impress Phil. She had fallen in love with the stunningly handsome actor.
Tammy was supposed to be half-asleep when the rapist entered. She played the part well and looked genuinely surprised when the door flew open, admitting a furious looking Phil into the room. He approached her fiercely and began to scream right in her face.
"Now my dear," he told her menacingly. "It is time for me to taste your blood. First I will sample the delights of your innocent body and then I will bite you. You are in the power of Count Dracula now and soon you will be my slave. Prepare yourself and do not struggle."
Phil was a terrible actor, but he was so convincing that Tammy began to wonder if he wasn't really a sadistic maniac. It was as if he weren't acting at all, as if he really intended to drink her blood and turn her into a vampire. Tammy tried to calm herself down. It was too ridiculous to think about, the idea of a vampire in that day and age.
Phil stripped himself to the skin and Tammy did-likewise. She saw with horror that he still had his whip with him and hoped that the powerful man would spare her another session. He was so strong that she was unable to resist him. He could have done anything to her young body and Tammy wouldn't have dared to complain.
The script called for her to struggle and Tammy forced herself to do so. There was nothing she wanted more than to taste Phil's huge prick, but that would come in good time. She tried to fight him off and soon realized that he had no intention of playing around with her.
Tammy was a strong athletic girl but she was no match for the huge Phil. He slapped her across the face until she was dizzy; and then punched her in the midsection. As she struggled to catch her breath she felt a searing pain across her back and realized that he had decided to whip her. It was part of the script nobody had told her about.
Phil held her down on her face and stomach with his foot and whipped her until the blood flowed from her back. Tammy screamed and struggled but he was simply too powerful to move. The whipping seemed to go on forever. Laughing as he beat her, Phil would raise the whip high over his head and then bring it crashing down on her bloody back.
He made her wait occasionally, holding the whip in the air until she felt that he had finished with her at last. When she was ready to get up he would dig his foot into the small of her back and beat her harder and harder until she was sure she would die in agony.
A circle of technicians had gathered around the scene and Tammy could see through the bright lights that they had begun an orgy of sadism while they watched her being beaten. Several of them had unsheathed whips just like
Phil's and they were bringing them down on each other's bodies with so much force that the floor was soon spattered with blood.
Tammy could hardly believe her eyes. She wished that Phil would stop whipping her for just an instant so that she could verify her visions. She was blinded by the strong spotlights and could not really see if these things were actually happening. It seemed impossible and she wondered if she were not creating it out of her own paranoia.
She looked up again and the technicians had gone. Nobody was watching them except the cameraman and cuer. She had been imagining it she told herself, but it had seemed so real. She would have to ask Evan about it when she could get him alone for a few minutes. Only he could settle her confusion.
Meanwhile, Phil had no intention of being gentle with the helpless girl. He continued to beat her, cracking the whip in the air and then bringing it down with equal force on her welt-covered back. Finally he stopped beating her. It was time for some dialogue.
"Well, my love," he sneered at her, "I hope that I have taught you something about obedience. You will be whipped repeatedly as long as you are here. Until I have drained your blood that is and made you a vampire like myself."
"Oh let me go," Tammy pleaded, reading the cue cards through her tears and sweat. "I have never harmed you and my father will pay you well for my release. Leave me in peace and find some other innocent maiden to torture."
The dialogue was not-likely to win a Nobel Prize, but Tammy remembered what Evan had told her. Movies had become a visual medium and it was a waste of time to bother an audience with a surfeit of dialogue. They wanted sex and violence and action and that is exactly what they would continue to get from Morgo Productions.
It was time for the rape scene to begin in earnest and Tammy soon discovered that Phil intended to do it for real. She couldn't have been happier at first, but soon discovered that he would be no more gentle with his prick than he had been with the whip. He turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees on the bed and then slapped her violently across the face.
Tammy bit back her tears and then watched in horror as Phil produced a bag of salt from his pocket. He poured it onto her wounds and the poor girl began to kick like a mule. It burned like fire, making the wounds seem deeper than they actually were. Her eyes were covered with a film of tears as Phil rubbed the vinegar-soaked salt into her back. Finally he finished and prepared to rape her.
"Suck my cock," he commanded her, still holding the whip in his right hand. "You have been a bad girl and Count Dracula wishes to make you suffer some more."
Tammy did as she was told, no longer bothering to read the cue cards. She realized that Phil would do all the talking from that point on. She took the huge throbbing prick into her mouth and began to suck at it for all she was worth, hoping that he would finish with her soon.
Phil waited until his prick was completely hard and then brought the whip down on her back. Tammy leaped backward in pain. The fresh lashes were driving the salt and vinegar deeper into her back. The blood flowed freely and she was sure that she would not live through the day.
It was almost impossible not to bite into the huge rod as the whip crashed down on her back, but Tammy knew what would happen to her if she hurt Phil in any way. She had hoped that he would be less of a monster than Evan but just the contrary had happened. The man was a monster, a true sadist who looked like he wanted to kill her.
Phil removed his cock from Tammy's mouth and the cuer told her to sit up and beg for it like a dog. She obeyed him with alacrity, knowing that it was best to get the scene over with as soon as possible. She hadn't minded the way they had treated her before but this was simply too much to bear. Her spirit was crushed and she felt that she would go mad from the unrelieved pain and torment.
Phil walked around behind her and started to bring the thick whip down across Tammy's already bleeding ass. She screamed with pain and begged him to stop. Phil laughed at her pathetic entreaties and continued to whale away at the luscious exposed flesh of her beautiful buttocks.
Tammy was in for yet another surprise. The cameras ground to a halt and she was ready to get up and leave the site of her torment. But Phil had other ideas altogether. He ordered the cameraman to continue filming, explaining that they could use the rape footage elsewhere in the movie. He was all worked up from beating Tammy and wanted to get his rocks off before returning to work.
Tammy groaned at the thought of being forced to service Phil's enormous prick. Her back was killing her and her nipples were still sore from the first beating she had received. She doubted if she could stand Up to any more abuse, but her tormentors seemed to find Phil's suggestion the most natural thing in the world.
It probably happened every day in the studio, but that was little consolation for the aching and humiliated young beauty. Phil held her down by her hair and forced his prick right up her tiny pink bunghole. It hurt terribly and she begged him to stop.
"Please don't do it like that," she cried, "I'll blow you or let you fuck me. Ask Evan what a good blow-job I can give. I'll do anything for you if you stop."
Once again Phil laughed at the poor girl's innocent entreaties. "You'll blow me all right, as soon as I'm ready for it. But first you'll take it up the ass when I tell you to. You've got to learn some obedience if you want to get along in this business and I'm just the man to teach it to you."
Tammy sighed and tried to relax her aching muscles. Her whole world had collapsed around her and she felt that her life was ruined. She had come to Hollywood with high hopes and had found that the people there were going to treat her like dirt.
Phil was built like a giant. He was not inclined to be gentle with Tammy and buried his prick to the hilt in her overloaded ass-hole. He rubbed his crotch against her bleeding buttocks, working his wiry pubic hair into the open cuts. She moaned like a banshee and he threatened to kill her if she didn't shut up.
Evan screamed at him, telling Phil to let her make as much noise as she wanted. They needed screams for the sound track and Tammy had the perfect voice for it. Phil began to beat her again with the whip, but the angle was all wrong and his prick was a far more effective instrument.
Tammy thought that the blonde muscleman would never come. She realized that he was a homosexual and probably found her not at all appealing. He was fucking her only to satisfy his sadistic impulses. Her pain increased to the point where she could hardly keep her mind from wandering into the far reaches of insanity.
Once again the stagehands seemed to have begun their sadomasochistic orgy. Through the blinding klieg lights Tammy thought that she could see them beating each other and pairing off to fuck like flies. She noticed one woman, an enormously tall brunette with the biggest pair of tits she had ever seen in her life.
This mysterious woman was dressed in a leather outfit that covered every inch of her body, with the exception of those huge tits. She must have been fifty inches around the chest and was swinging a whip with the power of a man. Tammy thought that she had seen the woman before but was in too much pain to think about where or when.
Phil was finally ready to come. His prick emerged from Tammy's ass-hole covered with blood and the veins had begun to throb on the tight surface. He pumped a few more times and then emptied a tremendous load of come between Tammy's bleeding buttocks. He didn't even want to come inside of her. It was the ultimate humiliation.
Phil got off her at last and told her to go into Evan's office. He untied her gently and seemed to have no hard feelings towards the exhausted girl. Tammy could not understand his change of heart and thought that perhaps he really had been putting it all on for the camera.
Tammy hurried to Evan's office, still wearing only her scant bikini. Evan was in the process of leaving and told her to change into a shiny rubber outfit that was draped over his chair. It was a strange garment, heavy and tight. Tammy had to struggle to fit her lushly padded body into it but finally succeeded. It fit far too tightly and she could feel the sweat pouring off her limbs.
The outfit was in three pieces. First she put on the tight pants, struggling to fit her hips into the shiny material. Then she put on the blouse, which she discovered had a hole in it that exposed all of her left breast. The third item was a hood that she decided not to put on until they were ready to start shooting.
She sat down and was soon interrupted by the appearance of the huge brunette woman she had seen while being raped by Phil. The woman was practically a head taller than Tammy and in person her tits were even more huge than they had seemed from a distance.
"Hi, honey," she greeted Tammy effusively. "You must be Tammy Hartman. My name is Zelda Craig and I've been working here for seven months. It's pretty rough I guess but I'm sure you'll get used to it."
"Yes it has been difficult," Tammy answered her. "I don't think I can stand too much more of it. I never knew that all this stuff really happened when you made a movie. I thought it was all faked, you know, done with camera tricks or something like that."
"No, we do everything for real around here," Zelda answered her. "It would be too difficult any other way. You will get used to it sooner or later."
Tammy found herself warming to the huge woman and told her that she had seen or thought she had seen, an orgy going on while she was being filmed. Zelda stared at her through narrowed eyes and seemed to be deliberating whether or not to confide in her. She held her peace and finally made a vague comment that Tammy had probably been fooled by the bright lights. It happened often to a new girl.
Evan hurried back into the room and led the two females back into the studio. Zelda disappeared for five minutes and soon returned in a new costume. She wore black net stockings and a leather wrap that covered her only to the waist. Her entire chest was bare and her eyes had been made up like those of a vampire.
Tammy looked at her in fear, wondering what new torments had been devised for her. Zelda was devouring the luscious girl with her eyes and Tammy regretted that she had confided in her. Zelda seemed to be on quite good terms with Evan and Phil. She was probably working hand and glove with the two of them. It was not an attractive thought.
Phil commanded Tammy to don the helmet and she slipped it over her head. There was an opening for her mouth and nostrils and small slits for her to see through. She crinkled her features within the mask in order to increase her vision but it was hopeless. All she could make out was the movement of shadowy figures and she couldn't hear a thing.
They led her to a wall that had half of an enormous wheel worked into its surface. It was obviously a prop that had been used to suggest the paddle-wheel of a steamboat, although it was not nearly large enough to be the real thing. The wheel was about ten feet in diameter and about three feet wide along its edge.
Tammy was quickly tied to the wheel, but this time she was handled more gently. Her hands were secured with loose rope; and her feet manacled in large ankle clasps that she probably could have stepped out of in a pinch. Evan explained that Zelda had been cast in the role of Dracula's wife, another vampire with lesbian tendencies.
She had found out about her husband's philanderings and was determined to exact her revenge on Tammy's body. She didn't have to worry for this scene would involve no whipping. She would have no lines to speak either, but only had to stand there and submit to being raped.
Tammy peeked out of the narrow eye-slits and saw that Zelda was standing beside her brandishing an enormous rubber dildo. The huge thing was almost a foot long and half a foot thick. She cringed behind her mask, hoping that Zelda would not attempt to force the entire thing into her already sore and swollen cunt.
"Let's get going," Evan shouted. "No time to waste. We're way behind schedule and losing money every minute."
"Nobody steals my husband and gets away with it," Zelda shouted at her. She was as bad an actor as Phil. "I, the countess, will take my revenge on your innocent body. You will taste my dildo until you beg for mercy."
So saying, she raised the huge thing up in the air and forced it into Tammy's gaping mouth. Tammy stretched her jaw to take it all in and found that Zelda intended to shove it into her throat until she gagged. The monstrous rubber member forced her practically to dislocate her jaw and Zelda stepped on her toes as she worked her over.
Tammy tried to swallow the huge thing but it was too much for her. She spit it out and then puked up her entire breakfast. She heard Evan laughingly tell Phil that it was not in the script but they would keep it anyway. Tammy blushed under her mask and decided that they would have no more fun with her.
She would take anything they gave her without complaint and then leave the studio at the first possible opportunity. She was sure that the police would be very interested in what really went on at Morgo Productions. She tasted her own vomit but couldn't lower her arms enough to wipe it from her chin and breasts.
Zelda continued to kick her in the stomach for a few more minutes. Then it was time to proceed with the rape. She lowered the heavy dildo and forced it into a slit that had been cut into the rubber outfit. It was something new, a feature Tammy had failed to notice.
The rubber parted neatly and exposed Tammy's luscious cunt to the eye of the camera. This was even worse than appearing nude and Tammy began to fight and struggle. It was hopeless, for even if she freed her feet, her hands were still firmly secured to the wheel.
Zelda forced the huge dildo into Tammy's cunt and stirred the poor girl like a cauldron of soup. It was incredibly painful and Tammy felt that she could never spread her legs far enough to take it in without bleeding. The dildo was in the shape of a real penis but was even bigger than Phil's huge organ.
It was studded with bristles and rubber excrescences, which threatened to tear Tammy to pieces. She began to scream again and Zelda belted her right across the face. Finally Tammy began to adjust to the feeling of being split in two and found herself actually enjoying it.
The huge dildo was turning her on like no man ever had and Phil and Evan shouted encouragement as she neared her climax. Tammy had thought that she had sunk as low as she could, but this was a level of degradation she had never even imagined. The thought of prostituting herself before the camera was bad enough, but now she was going to have an orgasm right before her delighted captors.
Zelda was an expert with the dildo and it was impossible not to react to her skilled manipulations. Tammy felt the approach of her climax and did everything in her power to stifle her cries of lust. There was no helping it and she bellowed with rage and frustration as her limbs caught on fire, stiffened and then relaxed as she shot her load.
Spasm after spasm wracked her aching body and Tammy soon came to realize that she would be unable to leave the studio. She was their victim and captive and had been robbed of all will power or desire for vengeance. It was too much to take and she fell into a deep swoon.
The innocent girl was awakened by a pan full of cold water that was thrown into her face. She heard the turning of gears and the wheel began to pull her up towards the ceiling. Her feet were still anchored to the shackles and she felt as though her body would be pulled to pieces.
They left her hanging like that and then Zelda went down on her knees and began to eat out Tammy's pussy. The poor girl could not help but react. It was the first time she had ever been touched by a woman and she was ashamed to find that it was as stimulating as the caresses of a man.
Despite the pain of being stretched, she could not help but respond to the agile tongue that was working on her clitoris. She moaned with ecstasy until Zelda decided to alter things by biting into her exposed clitoris. She clamped her teeth down on the throbbing little organ and refused to let go of it until Tammy was ready to faint.
Tammy felt that she would die of shame, but at that very moment Zelda began to treat her more gently, licking at the walls of her pussy as if they had been lovers for years. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of Tammy's next orgasm and she did not keep her employers waiting.
Just as she was about to come, Zelda replaced her tongue with the dildo. This time Tammy welcomed the huge organ, despite the fact that she knew it was doing her permanent injury. She reared back and screamed and then fired another copious load of pussy juice.
The viscous fluid shot out of her snatch and rolled down her legs soaking the shiny black rubber. Zelda laughed aloud and told Evan that they had a real live one on their hands. Tammy was the type of girl who could fuck them all into the floor if they weren't careful.
Finally, they lowered her to the floor and Evan helped her out of the ropes and shackles. Her wrists and ankles were horribly swollen and they all decided to break for lunch. Phil suggested that Tammy go and relax in Evan's office and the girl was glad to oblige him.
She walked alone to the plush office and dropped down on the couch in a state of pitiful confusion. So much had happened to her and she was too confused to sort it out in her reeling mind. Tammy dropped off to sleep and rested a full hour before being called for the afternoon's shooting.
CHAPTER THREE
Tammy was woken up by Zelda who seemed quite concerned with her well-being. She asked the girl if she was ready for more shooting and then kissed her full on the mouth. Tammy could not help but reach up and grab the enormous boobs that hung before her startled gaze.
"Hey, you two," Evan shouted at them, "cut it out. We've got too much work to waste time fucking and sucking. Let's get down to business before we go broke."
Tammy leaped to her feet, refreshed by her long uninterrupted sleep. She was young and strong and easily able to shake off the effects of her mistreatment. She felt better about things already and was sure that she had been dreaming when she had seen the cast having an orgy of sadism and destruction. It was too wild to be true.
Evan and Zelda led her to another room, a place intended to look like a dungeon or hidden basement. The wall was made of papier-m�ch� in the form of old yellow stones. Tammy laughed at her former apprehensions and realized that she was working with a group of professionals. Even if they were a little peculiar in their sexual habits they were still there to make movies.
The idea of their really being sadistic vampires and monsters was quite amusing and Tammy blushed again at the thought of her own paranoid immaturity. She felt like apologizing to Evan and Phil but decided that that would make her look even more ridiculous in their eyes.
Everybody was feeling rather tired and seemed unwilling to get back to work. The set had been arranged carefully and there was nothing to do but wait for the cameraman to get back from lunch. Phil reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette that Tammy was able to guess must have contained marijuana.
She had never tried the stuff before but welcomed the opportunity. It would be another opportunity to experience something new and sophisticated. Evan lighted the joint and passed it over to her. Tammy took it as if she had been smoking for years but coughed at the strong taste.
"Take it easy," Zelda cautioned her, "take short puffs of it. It's super strong stuff and you're going to get wasted if you make a pig of yourself."
Tammy heeded her words and puffed gently on the sweet-tasting joint. Phil seemed to have quite a supply of the stuff and before long they were all flying. Tammy had no idea of how to handle herself when stoned and found that she was wandering around the room aimlessly.
"Come on everybody, let's get moving," Evan shouted. "The party's over and it's time to work."
They ran to their places and Tammy could barely remember what she was supposed to do. Phil explained to her that in this particular scene she would fall into the hands of another vampire, Vorgas, a deadly rival of Count Dracula. Vorgas would strip her of her clothing and then drink her blood to make Tammy his slave.
The make-up man helped her into her clothing and Tammy was delighted with the costume. It was a long white gown made of a filmy material that covered her without hiding any of her opulent curves. She also wore a fake diamond necklace and long black gloves that came up to her shoulders. Everybody complimented Tammy on her good looks and she felt flattered by their attention.
Vorgas, played by a fellow named Jeff Rider, entered the room in his full regalia. He was wearing a long black cape and a tight leotard ending in a purpled codpiece. He also wore a thick black belt with a circular brass buckle inscribed with a strange design.
The outfit was capped by black stockings and high leather boots, which showed off his muscular legs to their best advantage. But his outfit was tame compared to his face. The make-up department had really outdone themselves with Jeff. They had given him a long wild blonde wig, pointy ears like those of a dog and bushy mean-looking eyebrows.
His lips had been painted red and he had huge fangs that protruded from the corner of his mouth. The strangest thing was that it did not look like a make-up job at all. For all intents and purposes Jeff looked like he had not been changed at all, as if he had always looked that way. Tammy told herself that it was impossible, another one of her delusions, this time caused by the grass.
Everybody took his position and soon they were ready to begin the shooting. Tammy stood in the center of the room as if she were deep in thought. The idea was that she would be interrupted by Vorgas and taken completely by surprise. She read her lines carefully, having trouble concentrating, owing to the strong grass.
Suddenly Vorgas leaped into the room, making a mighty jump that seemed beyond the powers of an ordinary man. Tammy was truly shocked and could hardly stammer out her lines. Vorgas walked up to her and she could see as he grabbed for her bodice that his nails at least were quite real. They were fearful talons, long and cracked, nails that could have torn her to pieces.
Vorgas was neither as tall nor as muscular as Phil but was twice as terrifying. He was only a little taller than Tammy but had a huge muscular chest that seemed barely human. His arms too were abnormally long and she knew that that was something else that could not have been done with cosmetics. She screamed with fear.
The technicians and cameramen took it all in as if it were something that happened every day. Vorgas reached out and grabbed the front of Tammy's gown with his claws. The material fell to pieces in his powerful grasp and came right off Tammy's beautiful body baring her tits to the strong lights that flooded the authentic-looking stage.
Vorgas didn't stop until he had stripped Tammy to the skin. She forgot to read her lines but nobody bothered to interrupt or cue her. Her look of terror was obviously quite sufficient for their needs. Vorgas slavered as he looked on at her magnificent body. He acted like a real animal.
Tammy knew that he was supposed to rape her and trembled at the thought of servicing his horrible body. He stripped himself rapidly and then bared an enormous erection to Tammy's frightened eyes. It was not an abnormally huge prick, certainly no larger than Phil's mighty organ, but it looked more animal than human.
In fact all of Vorgas's powerful body seemed somehow vulpine as if he had just learned to walk erect on only two feet. Tammy was sure that there was something strange about him but couldn't figure out how to get away from his hated clutches. The grass had gone to her head and she began to wonder if it had not all been part of a plot against her.
Suppose they wanted to get me stoned, she thought. Perhaps it was the only way they figured they could get me to go along with this. But they know I can't go away anyhow so why should they have to bother. Her thoughts went around in confused spirals until she finally had to give it up. She was a hopeless captive and it would probably be best to play along until she could effect an escape.
Vorgas gave her no more time to think. He grabbed her by the shoulders, digging his talons into her tender flesh, and threw her to the hard floor. Tammy shrieked and closed her eyes. He was too horrible to contemplate at close quarters and she wondered if she would survive the experience.
Vorgas laid her flat on her back and leaped directly on top of her. Tammy sighed with relief, thinking that at least he wouldn't assault her mouth or ass-hole. Vorgas was drooling like a hungry dog. Without kiss or caress he forced his huge prick directly into Tammy's dry cunt.
It was coriaceous and rough, as if covered with sandpaper. Tammy screamed and wished she had had a chance to lubricate her aching pussy. Vorgas pressed his body against her, bruising the huge tits with the wiry hair on his chest. He came almost immediately, filling the luscious girl with a double shot of hot frothing semen.
Tammy thought she had got out of it easily but then noticed in horror that Vorgas had not gone soft. His rod was still like a solid bar of fire and he continued to pump away at her as if he would never stop. Then he grasped her ass with his claws and tried to force his middle finger into Tammy's much-abused bunghole.
It did no good for Tammy to plead for mercy with a monster like Vorgas. She lay back and tried to relax her body, hoping he would finish with her quickly. She had no idea how many times he would come before being satisfied but at least he seemed to be thinking of his own pleasure rather than her pain and humiliation.
In his own way Vorgas was the most considerate of her new lovers. He was like a savage beast but at least his needs were simple and direct. He wasn't really trying to hurt the helpless girl and actually seemed to feel real affection towards her.
She felt a warmth rising up within her but suspected that it too was a result of the marijuana. The poor girl didn't know what to think. Her mind was a morass and her standards had vanished. There was no point of reference she could cling to, nothing she could use as a yardstick to measure her strange new experiences.
Once again it seemed as if the cast and crew were beating each other on the sidelines. She saw that Zelda was standing over a small man, another newcomer who she thought she recognized, and biting him in the neck. She too seemed to have grown fangs, but this Tammy knew must be a delusion. She decided that there was no point in pondering the mystery. The lights were too blinding to get a clear picture of what was going on.
She would get sunglasses or frosted contact lenses the next time she came to the studio. Only then would she be able to trust her sense data. Vorgas soon shook her out of her trance by fucking her harder and harder. He frothed at the mouth like a lunatic.
Before long Tammy found herself vastly stimulated. Most men could not hold out long enough to satisfy the passionate girl but it was obvious that Vorgas would continue to fuck her for hours. She let herself respond to his crude technique, trying to ignore the horny finger that was probing her bleeding ass-hole.
She quivered along the length of her luscious body and then felt her muscles stiffen in anticipation of her orgasm. Vorgas hardly seemed to notice her reaction and continued to fuck her at an ever-quickening pace. It was just the thing to send Tammy wild with lust.
She relaxed suddenly and then shot a copious load of cunt honey, soaking her partner to the knees. He continued fucking her to the accompaniment of shouted orders from Evan and Phil. They wanted him to try a new position but Vorgas acted as if he were deaf to their words.
He came once again and then got off the exhausted Tammy. She was covered with sweat and felt as if she had been drawn through a wringer. Evan came up and congratulated her on the scene. He was wildly enthusiastic, as if he had found something new and forbidden. By this point Tammy was totally distrustful of the man and listened to him politely without bothering to answer.
It was time to continue the scene. Evan explained that the rape would continue and then Vorgas would fuck her with a sharp stake, the one which she had intended to use to kill him. He explained to Tammy that in traditional vampire lore only a sharpened ash wood stake could kill a vampire. She noted the fact with interest, staring directly at his large white teeth. Things were getting quite interesting.
Tammy trembled at the thought of what Vorgas might do to her with the wood but Evan assured her that they meant her no harm. It was traditional in the studio to be rough with a new actress, kind of a test for her to see how stern her character was. Tammy had passed the test and had nothing to worry about in the future.
It was a lovely sentiment but Tammy did not accept it for a minute. Certain things were beginning to dawn on her and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she put the pieces together and discovered the whole sordid story behind Morgo Productions. They took her for a dumb and helpless girl but she would soon show them who was the naive party and who the knowing.
She was to remain naked for this scene, but Vorgas was to be dressed. He returned quickly dressed in the identical outfit. Tammy was ordered to go down on her knees and suck on his leathery cock. It was a new twist, something they hadn't thought of before, which would add a whole new dimension of horror to the story.
It would add to Tammy's degradation as well, but the girl was wide awake now that she was sure she would discover their secret. She dropped to her knees willingly and began to suck the thick shaft. It was rough and foul tasting but she did what was necessary, biding her time until the right moment. One more scene and she would be free.
Tammy felt a sort of warmth towards Vorgas, or Jeff Rider or whoever he was. There was obviously something weird about him that did not bear too much investigation, but at least his abnormality seemed inborn. The others were consciously evil and perverse but he seemed to have had no choice about what he had become.
She sucked his cock willingly, disgusted at first by the strong odor and leathery skin. Eventually she got used to the strange member and found herself enjoying the experience. It was like having sex with some big friendly animal, different without really being perverse.
Vorgas did not hold out very long. like an animal he pumped a few times and shot his load, seemingly without very much pleasure. Tammy gagged at the strong acidic taste of his come, but took it all down with one quick swallow. It was time to get on with the filming.
Evan did not insist that Tammy repeat the performance. He had got terrific footage of her sucking off the huge animal and was jumping around congratulating himself like a little boy. Tammy could hardly understand the handsome pervert. She had been attracted to him from the first, even after she discovered that he got his kicks from torturing innocent young girls.
Phil too had appealed to her and she regretted that she would be leaving the studio soon. But her body was aching in every muscle and she knew that even her healthy young body could not stand up to much more abuse. She didn't mind the pain that much but she feared being scarred for life. Besides, these monsters might have new tortures planned that would make their first efforts seem childish. It was time for the scene with the sharpened stake and Tammy's heart began to beat faster and faster. She was afraid of the prospect but couldn't analyze the source of her terror. Tammy was an intelligent girl but she was so inexperienced that she was unable to deal with the situation.
Evan handed the stake to the lovely blonde and told her that the scene would proceed as follows: she would threaten the monster with the sharpened stick and then he would grab hold of it. They would struggle and then he would get it away from her.
She would be raped with the stick and left bleeding and unconscious on the floor. It was not a pretty prospect. Tammy remained stark naked for the scene. The make-up man had done a good job of hiding her ugly welts and bruises and soon they were ready to start filming.
Tammy stood with the weapon brandished in her right hand. Vorgas walked into the room and she leaped to his side, struggling to stab him with the stake. At the sight of the weapon Vorgas snarled with rage and aimed a blow at Tammy's eyes. He didn't seem to be kidding and she leaped quickly backward to keep from being blinded.
There had been a change in Vorgas and Tammy saw too late that she had been tricked. He really was afraid of the stick and she would be lucky to get out with her life. Vorgas was unstoppable. He chased her around the set and soon had her cornered against the stone walls.
Tammy screamed for help but nobody paid her the slightest attention. Vorgas slapped at the stick and knocked it out of her hands. Both dived for it at once but Vorgas emerged victorious. He pushed her up against the wall and then handcuffed her to a high-placed set of manacles.
Tammy was left with her arms spread and her ankles rooted to the base of the wall. Vorgas seemed to have lost all sympathy for her. He approached her with the stake in his hairy right arm and no good in his heart. Tammy shrieked again but soon realized she was playing right into her captors' hands, helping them to improve the movie.
She would have liked to scream with laughter instead of fear, to fuck up the movie somehow, but she was too genuinely frightened to do so. Vorgas was nobody to mess with and she wondered how Phil and Evan could have left her in his clutches. They were the real monsters.
Vorgas approached her with the stake brandished high and a mean look on his foaming snarling countenance. He spoke not a single word to the helpless beauty and hardly seemed to notice the sexual aspects of her vulnerability. Any normal man would have raped Tammy before killing her, but this monster seemed only to have destruction on his mind.
He approached Tammy and wasted no time in forcing the huge stick against her body. First he stuck it into her midsection, and then scored her body with the sharp point. It dug right into her tender flesh and Evan leaped to his feet to stop the monster before he got carried away.
"Take it easy, Vorgas," he pleaded, "don't kill her with that thing. Use the blunt end first."
Vorgas smiled at him sheepishly and hastened to obey. He turned the stake around in his hand and slammed the unpointed end right into Tammy's breasts. He was terribly strong and she thought he could kill her just as easily that way as the other.
The monster worked her over fiercely. He pummeled her tender flesh until she was covered with welts and bruises, and then decided it was time to rape her. He seemed to be deliberating over which end of the stake to use on her, and Tammy prayed that he would opt for the blunt end.
The monster chose otherwise and Tammy prepared herself for the worst. Vorgas sneered at her and pushed the sharp end directly into her well-lubricated twat. It slid in easily and then emerged again dripping with cunt juice. Vorgas had a wild look in his eye and continued to rape the blonde beauty until she was ready to pass out.
This time Tammy could see that there was a real orgy going on. The lights were dimmer for this particular scene and there was no doubt in her mind that her eyes were no longer deceiving her. They were all standing around watching her and Vorgas and beating each other with a violence that the innocent girl could hardly believe.
Zelda was again in the forefront of the orgy, brandishing her whip her tits jutting out as she laid to around her. She looked like a Valkyrie or an avenging Fury, tearing into her partners as if she needed their blood to sustain her own life.
The others were almost equally vicious. They seemed to be divided into victims and tormentors, and Tammy finally realized what was going on in the studio. They were vampires or monsters of some sort and got their victims from the ranks of the new employees. It was hard to get jobs in the movie industry and it must have been easy to find victims.
They would be lured by the opportunity to work in Hollywood and then be made slaves to the perverted Evan and Phil. She too was in for a similar fate if she couldn't somehow effect an escape. Her only recourse was to play dumb and hope they would ignore her.
Vorgas gave her little chance for sober reflection. He had thrust his weapon all the way into her cunt and was turning it like a plunger. He obviously was some kind of freak who relied on them for his victims. The stake really had frightened him, which explained his change of heart to Tammy. If only she could get him alone and win him to her side.
At the moment Vorgas acted as if she were his bitterest enemy. He raked her body with his talons, leaving her covered with bloody scratches. Tammy tried to stare into his eyes to convince him that she meant him well. It was hopeless. He was too far gone to notice.
The sharp end of the stick soon reached Tammy's womb and she began to bleed internally. Luckily the stick was too thick to penetrate much beyond the sharpened end, or she would have been a goner for sure. The scene dragged on interminably and Tammy soon found herself passing out from fear.
She woke up still chained to the wall. Evan and Phil were with her, but the cameras had stopped and the rest of the crew had left. They walked up to her and asked her if she felt all right. Tammy did not bother to answer. They were the ones who owed her an explanation.
"Well, I guess you've caught on to our secret," Evan began. "There's more to this studio than most people would ever guess, but you're an intelligent girl, too smart for your own good. Phil, you take over."
"Yes, Tammy, we here are not exactly what you'd call normal," Phil continued. "We have strange needs that other people would call monstrous. I could explain it all to you, but that can wait until we've made you one of us. For now, only one thing is necessary."
Tammy shivered with fear and began to doubt the evidence of her own eyes and ears. She seemed to be living a nightmare. Things like this just didn't happen in the real world. Perhaps she really had cracked up from the hard work, but Phil looked so sincerely menacing that it was impossible to tell. She would have to see what he had in store for her.
Phil looked into Tammy's lovely cobalt blue eyes and began to talk to her soothingly. His words made little sense but he spoke so softly that she could not resist him. Tammy had been weakened by her two days in Hollywood and was an easy mark for hypnosis.
Soon the soft voice took its toll and Tammy felt herself drifting off. It was not as if she were asleep but rather that she had let go of her self-control and allowed herself to fall into Phil's power.
"Drift, let yourself float and I will take you to a far-off land, a place of delicious evil," he encouraged her. "Do not fight me for I will show you pleasures that you have never dreamed of. You are tired, let yourself sleep. I will take care of you, for you are in my hands."
Tammy knew that it was useless to fight. Her plans for revenge melted away, wafted off into the air, carried away by Phil's seductive words. There wasn't a thing she could do about it and within minutes her eyes had closed. She was their slave now and Phil drooled at the thought of what he would do with her magnificent young body.
"I'm going to bite you now and then you wiH know everything. There will be no more mystery. Keep your eyes closed for you will soon be one of us."
So saying, he approached the manacled girl and then sank his teeth into her soft throat. Tammy could hardly see but she was pretty sure that Phil, too, sported a set of inhuman fangs. Then she drifted off completely and could hardly remember the passage of time.
She woke up back in Evan's office with no recollection whatsoever of what had happened to her. Her head hurt as if she had overslept but otherwise things seemed quite normal. Phil and Evan were dressed in ordinary clothing and seemed quite busy with their work.
"Are we through for the day?" she asked them uncertainly. "I'm so tired. I think I'd like to go home."
"Sure, Tammy. It's getting dark out so there's no point in trying another scene," Evan answered her. "Wait a few minutes more and we'll drive you home."
Tammy tried to keep busy but felt quite restless. She had no idea of what was bothering her. Finally the two men finished with their paperwork and hurried to close up the office. They walked out to Phil's car, a huge Cadillac, and prepared to go for a drive.
The powerful car sped along the freeway and Tammy asked her lovers to give her a tour of Los Angeles. Phil thought it was a good idea, but first looked up at the sun.
"Why not, Evan?" he said. "We can use the rest, too. Tammy's worked pretty hard today and we owe her a favor. It looks like we'll finish the picture early."
They toured the city slowly and Tammy was confirmed in her initial impression. Los Angeles was truly a city of horrors, the perfect place for their type of studio. The citizenry consisted of pathetic retired people and aspiring starlets, girls who were as beautiful as they were talentless. It was a sad scene.
They passed the downtown area and Tammy had to laugh at the ridiculous architecture. Every movie theater sported a huge concrete sculpture over the doorway, a mermaid or a Greek goddess. One seafood restaurant was in the form of a fish. You entered by walking through the fish's open mouth. She could hardly help but laugh.
The ride passed amid general merriment. Evan and Phil were in the best mood she had yet seen. The confused girl remembered that she had distrusted them, and chided herself for the suspicious attitude. They were so sophisticated and debonair that she decided that her reaction had been purely defensive, a way of protecting her innocence.
They entered the Beverly Hills section and Tammy found herself feeling sorry for the rich people who lived there. They had worked so hard for their expensive homes that they seemed too tired to enjoy them. The swimming pools were empty despite the warm weather, and the golf courses seemed to be there only for decoration.
Phil passed around another joint and drove faster and faster. They got back onto the freeway and Tammy noticed with regret that they were headed for her home. It looked as if the party would come to a swift conclusion. Tammy would have been content to ride around for hours, but realized that Phil and Evan had better things to do.
They dropped her off at her apartment and told the blonde beauty to be at the studio the next day at the same time. It was getting dark out and her two lovers seemed anxious to be off somewhere. She kissed both men goodbye and hurried in to the lobby of the building. They seemed quite satisfied with her and Tammy felt confident about her future.
Mrs. Warren was waiting at the door and invited Tammy to eat supper with her. Tammy realized that she was quite hungry after the long hard day, and accepted the invitation eagerly. They walked into the kitchen and Tammy could see that the kindly old woman had prepared a lovely spread.
They sat down to eat and Tammy fell to with a vengeance. Mrs. Warren watched with a maternal look on her face and then joined in herself. The food disappeared within a half hour and she invited Tammy to sit down and listen to music in her apartment.
They soon became good friends and Mrs. Warren asked Tammy to tell her a little about her past. It was a good way to get acquainted and Tammy was glad to find a sympathetic ear. The conversation lasted for two hours and Mrs. Warren found out all about her new friend.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tammy really did not have that much to talk about. She thought that her life had been quite dull but Mrs. Warren seemed so interested that she told her all about it. She had grown up in Fallsberg, a small town in the Midwest and had hated every minute of her life there.
Tammy had been the prettiest girl in the town, which she explained was really no great distinction. Life there had been terribly boring until she had discovered how to use her body to make it easier and more exciting. Tammy had lost her virginity at the age of fourteen and soon developed a reputation as the town whore.
She hadn't really minded until one day when she had been waylaid by a gang of boys whom she had chosen to ignore. They were tough kids of the town, a group of juvenile delinquents who allayed their boredom by ravaging the surrounding area. They had started by robbing livestock and burning barns but soon worked their way up to better things.
One of them, George McReady, had developed a crush on Tammy but the snobbish beauty had chosen to ignore him. She had her pick of the lads in the town and had decided that there was no point in responding to a boy as crude and uncouth as George. It was to prove a mistake.
When she was sixteen years old Tammy had taken a walk down by the local river to cool herself off. It was a sweltering summer day and she hated to be stuck in the house. As if they had been reading her mind, George and a group of his friends had found the very spot she had headed for.
They jumped with glee upon spotting the beautiful adolescent and she had tried to run from them. Tammy was an athletic young lady and led the gang a merry chase. She outran all of them but George. He was strong and fast and soon caught her and threw her to the ground.
The rest of the gang caught up to them as they were wrestling on the soft grass and
Tammy realized that she was a goner. They were notorious for gang-banging girls and she knew that they would do a real number on her before letting her slink home again.
The gang reveled in their success and began to argue over who would get to fuck her first. Tammy thought that they might fight each other allowing her to escape but they tied her to a tree until they finished arguing. Finally they decided that George should have first crack.
He untied her from the tree and began to berate the helpless girl for rejecting his attentions. She tried to sweet-talk him, explaining that she had always liked him, but it was useless. Nothing was going to get her out of her desperate situation but submission.
George smiled at her and brought his callused hands across Tammy's lovely face. He slapped her repeatedly with both side of his hand until her face was swollen and covered with tears. Tammy kept silent at first, figuring that a show of courage would impress her captors.
"Do you like it bitch," George tormented her, "do you get a kick out of being slapped around? You'll get a lot more of the same before I finish with you, you stupid whore, nobody puts me down and gets away with it."
"Please leave me alone," she pleaded, "I've never done anything to you. You can do whateve you want to me but I beg you not to hit me anymore."
"That's better bitch," George told her with satisfaction. "I like to hear you talk nice. You sound pretty good when you beg. Let's see you go down on your knees."
Tammy obeyed him instantly, hoping that she could talk her way to freedom. It was not to be, for the sadistic boy wanted to humiliate her before he raped her. He forced her to stay on her hands and knees and then slapped her across the face again. There was to be no rescue for her.
George ordered her to strip and Tammy once again hastened to obey. She wouldn't admit it to herself but she was getting a kick out of her helplessness. It felt good to be in the hands of a group of roughnecks and she found her pussy moistening in expectation of the inevitable.
"Not like that, you cheap slut," George screamed at her. "I want to see you strip like you're on a stage. Everyone knows that you're too good for us and want to go to Hollywood to become a big-ass movie star. I want to see if you got any talent. We'll be your first audience."
Tammy obeyed him once again, peeling her clothing off slowly as if she were accompanied by a band. She unbuttoned her blouse and let her brassier poke through the tight lapels, to the lusty cheers of her captors. It was like being on stage and she soon warmed to the opportunity.
Tammy had forgotten what her captors intended to do with her. They watched her strip but never lost their plan. It was fun to watch her for a while but soon enough she would find out what it was like to be victim of a gang-bang. They could hardly wait to get into her luscious pussy.
She slipped out of her blouse and then unbuttoned her skin tight dungarees. She had to struggle out of the garment which turned on her audience even more. Now, she was clad only in panties and brassiere and they waited anxiously to see her naked.
Tammy reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It split open instantly and she shook her body from the waist to free her huge soft tits to the warm afternoon sun. Her panties soon dropped to the ankles of the shapely blonde and she was ready for action.
George approached her slowly, almost intimidated by her magnificent body and lovely face. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Tammy to her knees. She had no choice but to take hold of the huge dick that was dangling before her eyes. It quickly swelled up in her soft hands and George ordered her to suck it. It was not the first prick that had ever entered her mouth and she obeyed him without hesitation or complaint.
George really was a handsome specimen and Tammy hardly minded sucking him off. She also liked the idea of an audience which appealed to her histrionic instincts. The big prick filled her mouth to capacity and she soon began to gag and choke on it. George was not exactly the gentle type and she soon realized that she was in for a rough time.
The handsome youth grabbed her by her soft blonde tresses and pushed her head right up against his body. Tammy thought she would puke from the pressure as the huge rod disappeared into her mouth. Her lips were soon resting against George's wiry pubic hairs and she began to hope that he would hurry up and fill her mouth with come.
The gang laughed at her discomfort and Tammy began to feel completely humiliated. There were at least six of them and they would consult with each other to see who could torment her the best. Things looked pretty bleak and she wondered if she would last through the day.
George kept his prick buried in her mouth and removed his thick black garrison belt. He had not even had the decency to undress. He brought the heavy leather weapon down on her back and Tammy began to try to crawl away. He held her hair and kept the poor girl rooted to the spot.
The belt came crashing down on her back again and again, until the poor girl was a mass of welts and bruises. George tired of the game at last and prepared to celebrate his orgasm. There was no point in beating the girl so soon. It would be more fun to scum her up first and then torture her.
He bucked back, rocking on his heels and then shot a tremendous load of come into Tammy's mouth. She struggled to swallow it down but it was too much for her. It welled out of her throat and trickled down her chin to form a little stream between her swelling breasts.
George ripped his cock from her mouth and ordered her to lick it clean.
Tammy obeyed him and saw that the gang was busily thinking up new torments for her. While she cleaned off the still swollen rod she listened to their suggestions in a state of abject terror. If they did half the things to her that they wanted to do, she would lose her mind for sure.
"Crawl," George ordered her, ignoring his friends, "I want to see you grovel on your belly. Lay down and wiggle your way over to me and make that ass shake if you know what's good for you. I've waited for this for a long time."
Once again Tammy did what she was told. She lowered herself onto the soft grass and writhed like a snake over to her master. George lifted his leg and brought his heavy engineer boot down onto her ass. It was a crippling blow and Tammy screamed out in agony, not slowing him down at all.
George stepped all over her luscious buttocks and lithe shapely back before deciding to take it a little easier on her. He whipped his prick out again and ordered her to turn over. Tammy obeyed him and was rewarded with a shower of piss that drenched her face and hair.
The salty fluid got into her eyes and blinded her but George felt no mercy. He ordered her to open her mouth and then directed the yellow stream into the charming aperture. His sperm had been disgusting enough but the taste of his urine was too much to be tolerated. Tammy let the liquid flow down her throat and then turned over on her stomach.
She puked her guts up, emptying her stomach of the entire supply of its food. The gang roared with laughter and begged George to let them in on the fun. He stood lost in thought for a while and then abandoned her to their mercy. He needed a rest before he continued to work on her.
They almost came to blows over who would fuck her first until one bright lad decided that they could fuck her three at a time. He was congratulated on his discovery and included in the first shift. Tammy was forced to squat on her heels while one boy lay beneath her.
He forced his prick a few inches into her virgin ass-hole and Tammy shrieked with pain. She tried to rise up but strong hands held her in position. Another gang member straddled his friend's legs so that he was squatting similarly to Tammy, facing her with his hard prick aimed right at her snatch.
He shoved his rod into her gaping cunt and invited his other friend to join in. The third one stood over the three bodies and found it easy to shove his prick into Tammy's swollen lips. It took a few minutes for everybody to adjust his position but they were soon ready to roll.
Tammy felt as though her body would be torn to pieces. The position was incredibly painful and uncomfortable since she could neither stand nor recline. Even her breathing was hindered by the huge cock that was throbbing in her aching mouth. The gang members began to pump their heavy organs within her body and Tammy braced herself for the assault that would leave her limp and exhausted.
They coordinated their rhythms well which eased her discomfort somewhat. Despite herself Tammy found that it was not at all unpleasant to service three lusty studs at the same time. She wished that they had left her ass-hole alone since it was already sore and bleeding but soon found that hardly bothered her if she concentrated on her cunt.
The three throbbing pricks were hollowing out her body in a way that the passionate girl could not resist. She began to move her body in a subtle counter-rhythm that drove her partners wild with lust. The four of them were sweating like pigs which served to make their movements even easier and more graceful.
Tammy began to go dry and wished that there were a way she could hasten her captor's orgasms. They seemed content to go on fucking her for hours, but she felt that she must get them out of her body before they did her permanent injury. She sucked harder at the prick that was filling her mouth, thinking he would be the easiest to please.
The young hoodlum looked at her in surprise, wondering why the blonde bombshell was treating him so well. He had expected she would tolerate his assaults without reacting but she had begun to suck on his cock as if it were the staff of life. Tammy was licking away with a vengeance, taking the prick all the way into her mouth and sucking at it until it was practically drained of blood.
"Hey guys, I think she-likes it," he brayed, "will you look at how the bitch is sucking me off."
"Yeah, I think she-likes it too much," George answered him. "Why the fuck are you making it so easy on her? Let me see you make her suffer, you fucking faggot."
It was a challenge that could not be resisted and the lad began to force his prick deeper into Tammy's gaping lips, until she was gagging on the burden. He pumped a few more times and then removed his prick before coming. His stream of semen went right into her face, covering the poor girl with a sticky patina of hot frothing come.
At least he had finished, Tammy thought to herself as she tried to wipe the burning goo from her eyes. She concentrated on the prick that was in her ass-hole, bouncing up and down on the thick shaft and hurting her sore tissues terribly in the process. It was the only thing she could do to truncate her torment and she worked with a will.
The horny youth could not resist her blandishments. He forced his prick all the way into her tender anal passage, causing her to shriek in agony. The skin within her seemed to be at the breaking point and she wondered if she was already shedding blood. He finally shot his load, which dripped out of her almost as fast as it rocketed in.
The blood-stained sperm flowed down onto the boy and he gave her a punch in the kidneys for revenge. It knocked the breath out of her body and her last lover took advantage to shift his position so that he was lying right on top of her body. He bit into her swelling heaving boobs, taking the soft nipples between his jagged front teeth.
Tammy screamed again, but her cries were drowned out by the laughter of the gang. The big lad slammed his body into her again and again, crushing the helpless girl. She ground her lovely hips into the mossy earth to hasten his erection and finally he too fell victim to her charms.
He raised himself up on his arms and then crashed into Tammy as he came. The scum shot all the way up to her uterus and seemed to fill her to capacity. Tammy felt as if she was made out of sperm. It flowed out of her mouth, cunt, ass-hole, and nose. She could taste it everywhere and felt as though it lined her every membrane.
The gang laughed at her look of confusion and tried to decide what to do with her next. It was still early in the day and they didn't have a thing in the world to worry about. Nobody would disturb them in the isolated clearing and in any case they were ready to share then-captive with any of their friends. She was enough woman to service an army.
George had finally removed all his clothing. He walked over to Tammy who was seated on the ground and pushed her down onto her face. He looked at her scornfully and decided on his next method of abuse.
"Kiss my feet," he demanded, "I want to see you licking between my toes like a little dog."
Tammy stretched out on her stomach and reached with her tongue. George's feet were filthy and she almost vomited from the smell. She licked the insteps first and then worked her way forward to the toes. George watched as she used her tongue to polish his horny toenails.
She licked between each toe, feeling the disgusting dirt melt on her tongue. She could hardly breathe but continued until both George's feet were shiny with her saliva. When she had finished to her master's satisfaction he ordered her to make the rounds of his friends.
Tammy repeated the procedure on all six of the young hoodlums. They laughed at her as she groveled in the grass and often pulled their feet away so that she would have to crawl to reach them. After a while they tired of the game and looked to George for further suggestions.
The leader of the gang walked up to Tammy and lifted her onto her feet. He looked her directly in the eye and the girl cringed at his heartless stare. He was like a huge reptile, a snake examining his prey before constricting it to a painful death.
He reached out with his right hand and began to twist Tammy's soft curly pubic hairs. She screamed with pain and looked at him like a wounded dove. George ignored her pathetic pleas and continued to pull at her hair until several strands had come off in his hands. It was an anticlimax to the other tortures but he was lost for novelty.
Several of the lads had motorcycles and George finally came up with another idea. He ordered two of the gang members to bring a pile of chains and then instructed them to tie them onto Tammy's body. Soon the girl was so tightly bound that she could hardly move.
They kept her standing up against a tree while several of the gang members spit and .pissed on her face and body. Tammy's arms had been tied behind her back and she was beginning to stiffen. There was no circulation in her wrists and ankles and her skin was taking a bluish tinge.
One of the lads brought his motorcycle into the clearing and revved the engine until it was smoking hot. They took Tammy by the elbows and dragged the unfortunate girl over to the smoldering machine. She was forced to straddle the exhaust pipe which fitted perfectly between her legs.
The red-hot iron burned into her flesh, leaving her thighs red and swollen. She was kept in that position for several minutes while George turned the gas handle to increase the temperature. Tammy screamed so loudly that the gang was finally forced to gag her.
"Hey, why don't we put her at the end of the exhaust pipe and let the smoke go up her cunt?" one of them suggested. "Let's see if she can take it."
It seemed a good enough idea and strong arms lifted the half-conscious girl to the burning metal. The exhaust pipe was quite thick at the end but they managed to fit it into her stretched out cunt. Then George hopped onto the motorcycle and gave it the gas.
It was the most painful thing Tammy had ever experienced, making the gang's other tortures seem puerile and ineffective. She felt as if she were a dirigible, as if she would take off and fly. The smoke filled her to capacity and she was soon blown right off the machine.
The rough edges of the exhaust pipe cut her severely and the gang guffawed as they saw the smoke drifting out of her cunt. The new torture had been a rousing success but there was not much more to be done with a motorcycle. Jim, a tall pimply lad, found Tammy's handbag and came running back to the gang waving the found object in the air.
The gang members tore into the purse trying to find some new implements of torture. Unfortunately for Tammy she had taken along her largest handbag which was stuffed with goodies. She had all her sewing and cosmetic equipment, including her hair curlers and pincushion. Tammy sighed to herself, knowing the gang would have no trouble figuring out new uses for the familiar implements.
They got to her cosmetics first and Tammy was soon divested of her chains and left standing on the grass. The gang tried out their artistic skills on her body, drawing first free form designs with her lipstick and mascara and then moving on to representations of genitalia.
By the time they had finished with her, Tammy looked like an illustrated sex manual. She had dozens of cocks drawn all over her and at least three new sets of tits. Her crotch had been converted to that of a man and she had acquired at least four ugly new cunts.
The innocent beauty was taken to the riverside and forced to look at her reflection. Under other circumstances she might possibly have found the idea amusing but in her present state of mind it demoralized her entirely. She was too far gone even to weep and stood looking at her marred body with gaping uncomprehending eyes.
The sewing kit came to life and it was easy for her to predict the kind of use the gang would make of it. First George stuck pins into her breasts, ringing the nipples and then plunging a large needle into the center of each rosy star. Tammy screamed with pain and tried to shake the pins out but her arms were pinioned behind her back and she could barely move a muscle.
"Let's sew her cunt up," one member suggested.
"No, you ass-hole," George told him, "we still want to fuck her some more. There's plenty of other things we can do with all this shit. Just watch me and you'll see what I mean."
George gathered up several bushy weeds and carefully attached them to the long pins. The gang watched him in awe, completely unaware of his purpose. When he had finished with his job he distributed the weeds and gathered the gang around himself to explain the new game.
"Do you remember all those stupid games we used to play at parties when we were kids?" he asked. "Well, there was one called Pin the Tail on the Donkey, which I think we might just revive today. Do you get me?"
The gang caught on immediately, as did the intelligent Tammy. She was tied to a tree by her wrists so that her ass stood out prominently. She looked especially luscious in that position, a living invitation to abuse. The gang members blindfolded themselves with their handkerchiefs and prepared to test their skills.
"No peeking, you ass-holes," George told them with a laugh. "The guy who wins gets to kick her ass."
They lined up in orderly fashion with George acting as referee. He had become bored with torturing Tammy and had come to realize that he was torturing her only out of insecurity. She had rejected him and he wanted to get even, just like a little boy. But the gang was enjoying it all so much that he didn't have the heart to stop them.
They approached her one at a time and several managed to get the tails attached to Tammy's prominent ass. It was not really a difficult target to hit, even with the blindfolds on. The game lasted a few minutes but George could soon see that the members needed something more exciting. He walked over and tore the tails out of Tammy's ass, watching the blood flow out of the irritated scratches.
He reached for her curling iron and told one of the gang members to heat it up with his cigarette lighter. It was soon red-hot and George began to snip at the air with it as if it were a scissors. He approached the helpless beauty and pinched each of her nipples in turn.
The air filled with the aroma of burning flesh and the young hoodlums applauded their leader's initiative. He reached down with the pincers and grabbed on to Tammy's prominent clitoris. She screamed with agony and then passed dead away. This was the signal for the end of the game.
The gang continued to work on Tammy's unconscious body for a few minutes but soon tired of the game. They gathered her clothing and belongings for souvenirs and walked back to their motorcycles. It took several hours for Tammy to wake up and sneak back to her home.
Mrs. Warren listened to the long tale without a single interruption. There was not much more to tell. Tammy had lived through the experience and the gang had been caught and sent to reform school. It was easy enough to identify them and they had been too stupid to dispose of the evidence. Tammy never saw any of them again.
She had recovered quickly, owing to her healthy body and strong constitution. But she had vowed that very day to leave Fallsberg at the first possible opportunity, never to return again. It was a vow she had kept and would continue to honor for the rest of her life.
Mrs. Warren was such a sympathetic listener that Tammy continued to confide in her. She told the old woman that she had an ambivalent feeling about sex ever since the painful incident. She had always been attracted to strong domineering men, since she had actually enjoyed being beaten and humiliated.
She told her hostess the story of Joe and all about what had happened to her at Morgo Productions. Without knowing it she had worked herself up to a state of passion and wanted nothing more than to be beaten once again. It was a natural reaction and she was willing to give in to it, but had no idea of how to entice Mrs. Warren to beat her.
"Aren't you interested in seeing how a girl reacts when she's beaten?" she asked. "I mean it's really fascinating and I think you could learn a lot from it."
"I think I'm a little old for that sort of thing," Mrs. Warren answered, "but my late husband left me a whip from India and I'll try it out on you if you really want me to. I don't think I can hit you as hard as you're used to being beaten though and I absolutely refuse to humiliate you."
Tammy leaped at the opportunity, ashamed of herself but still eager to be whipped. There was nothing she could do about it for her body had demands of its own. Mrs. Warren disappeared into the next room and quickly returned with a long buffalo-hide whip and a set of ropes.
Tammy pleaded with her to tie her to the wall as she was undressing. Mrs. Warren seemed confused but agreed to go along with the plan. She stood on a chair and fastened Tammy's wrists to a pair of hooks that had been used to hang a bicycle. Then she attached the young beauty's slender ankles to a similar set of clasps on the floor.
Tammy was soon secured into place and began to beg the gentle old woman to beat her. Mrs. Warren flexed the whip in her bony hands and tried taking a shot at Tammy's plump abdomen. It was the worst kind of torture of all, a stroke that the passionate girl could hardly feel.
"Harder," she screamed, "whip me harder or I'll come down and kill you. Oh my body is aching to be punished. Beat me and I'll do anything for you, anything at all."
She writhed in agony.
The frail old woman shrugged her shoulders and tried to obey her frantic boarder. She slammed the whip across Tammy's swelling tits and raised a delicate welt that cut across both nipples. She could not swing the whip very hard, but tried to make up with it by placing her blows well.
"That's better darling," Tammy crooned, "I've been such a bad girl that I really do deserve a terrible spanking. Beat me harder, teach me a lesion so I'll never dare to be naughty again. Hit me again, in the cunt."
Mrs. Warren appeared to be quite shocked by the request. She tried to beat the girl harder and soon found herself getting into the spirit of the thing. Tammy was so lovely, and tender that it was impossible not to abuse her. Her arms soon became tired and she looked around for some new instrument of torture that would be easier to wield.
She saw a half-burned cigarette in the ashtray and picked it up with a strange look on her face. Tammy had been resting with her eyes closed, wanting to be whipped a little more so that she could have an orgasm. She looked down at Mrs. Warren and shrieked with fear.
"No, not that," she stammered, "what are you going to do to me? Cut me down from here, this is going too far. You can whip me but don't burn me with that horrible thing."
Mrs. Warren sneered at the helpless girl, knowing full well that Tammy would take what she was given and then beg for more. She had played her part well, and it was now obvious that she was not as innocent as she appeared to be.
"Just relax my little angel," she lilted, "Mama will .take good care of her naughty little girl. You're too big to spank now so I have to find some new ways to punish you."
Tammy was astonished at the old bag's change of heart. Her skin was tingling with excitement but she couldn't bear the thought of her body being disfigured by the cigarette. She continued to plead for mercy but to no avail. Mrs. Warren was implacable and had no intention of freeing the luscious blonde until she had satisfied her cravings.
Mrs. Warren brandished the cigarette in her right hand and slowly worked her way over to Tammy's spread-eagled body. The luscious beauty was covered with sweat and there were welts all over her abdomen and breasts. She looked ripe to be burned and Mrs. Warren couldn't help but think back to the story of what George had done to her with the curling iron.
She put the smoldering cigarette into Tammy's belly button and let it burn until the girl was writhing with pain. Then she removed it, inhaling the odor of burnt flesh as she did so. It was time to go to work on those saucy tits and she worked with pleasure.
Tammy stopped screaming and watched with horror as the elderly pervert tortured her. Mrs. Warren put the cigarette on Tammy's left breast, about an inch away from the lovely pink nipple. The rosy star withered and puckered in an attempt to escape the heat but its days were numbered.
She moved the cigarette, leaving a rut of burnt flesh until it finally reached the lovely nipple. Tammy shrieked again as the fire seared her tender flesh. She had long ago given up on begging for mercy. Mrs. Warren was having the time of her life and left the cigarette on the nipple until it was red and swollen.
Tammy was not yet to escape. Mrs. Warren moved to her other breast and repeated the procedure until Tammy's face was covered with tears. Then she lowered it to the girl's dripping cunt and singed the long blonde hairs one at a time, watching with delight as they burned down to the sensitive skin and moist fragrant labia.
She singed off almost half of Tammy's pretty bush and then sought out the girl's tiny pink clitoris. It was too much for Tammy to take and she looked at Mrs. Warren with a pitiful expression on her suffering face. She recoiled with horror, noticing that Mrs. Warren too was sporting a pair of fangs, just like those of Phil and Evan.
The cigarette made contact with her clitoris and she soon passed out with the pain. Mrs. Warren looked at her with satisfaction and then stood on her chair to sink her teeth into the girl's warm throat. She then cut Tammy down from the wall and guided her to a chair.
Tammy slept for a few hours and woke up to find the elderly woman calmly knitting in the corner. She could remember being whipped and burned but had no recollection of the fangs that had been sunk into her throat. She asked Mrs. Warren the time and the woman seemed surprised to see that she had woken up so quickly.
"You young people never fail to amaze me," she stated, "after a beating like that I'd expect you to be out of commission for days. Here you are, wide awake, and ready for more action I suppose, but I'm too tired to give it to you."
"Oh, I think I'll just go to bed," Tammy told her, "but let me thank you for doing as I asked. You must think that I'm terribly perverted but I just can't help myself. I don't know what to do, maybe I should see a doctor."
"I don't think that's really necessary my dear," Mrs. Warren answered her solicitously. "I'm sure you can work out a solution to your problems all by yourself. This is a big world and there are plenty of people far stranger than a nice sweet girl like you."
Tammy smiled at the old woman's innocence and hurried off to bed. She had another big day ahead of her at the studio. Her body ached from the whipping and burning, but she was soon able to drop off to a deep dreamless sleep, not to awaken until the morning.
Mrs. Warren waited until Tammy had left and then placed a telephone call to her good friend and employer Evan. She told him of what happened to her and Tammy and told him that the time was ripe for action. The girl was getting suspicious and they had better finish with her quickly before she ran off to squeal to the police.
Evan told her not to worry about a thing. Slowly but surely the girl was being converted and soon she would be completely in then-power. She was a gorgeous piece and they could make good use of her. Mrs. Warren hung up with her confidence restored.
She retired to bed thinking of the beauty of her young innocent boarder. She looked forward to many more nights of abusing and degrading her innocent body and slept soundly amid sweet but violent dreams.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tammy woke up early and hurried to get to the studio. As usual, the place was a mess, with total chaos the order of the day. But this time she knew her way around and was even able to recognize many of the actors and technicians by sight. It felt good to be part of a large operation.
Tammy had come to acting early and really had a lot of talent. She had been the star of her high school drama department and had even made a brief appearance on television. Her career could not progress in a backwater town like Fallsberg and she was glad she had come to Hollywood.
Already she was a star and it didn't matter that the films she appeared in couldn't be shown in her own country. The standards were being relaxed and she was sure that sooner or later there would be no censorship at all. Then everybody would be able to look at her magnificent body and her fortune would be made.
Tammy sat in Evan's office dreaming about the hordes of horny men who would masturbate while thinking about her huge breasts and perky buttocks. It was a beautiful thought and she found it easy to picture herself as a sex goddess. There had been a time when Tammy had rebelled against her own beauty, thinking it a pity that men could not like her for her personality and intellect alone.
Now she had cone to realize that there was nothing at all wrong about being a sex object. Different people had differentiates and she had always been brought up to live by her feminine qualities rather that her mind. The feminists were all wrong she decided. It was far more important to turn men on than to fight men.
Her reverie was interrupted by Phil and Evan who bustled into the room as frantically as ever. They greeted her warmly, asking if she had slept well. Tammy flirted with the two of them for a while, accepting the r flattery as her due, and then asked what scenes she would be doing.
"Today we're going to shoot some stuff from the end of the movie," Evan told her. "In these scenes you're going to capture Vorgas and torture him. First you'll whip him and then drive a stake through his heart. They're very important scenes and I want you to take special care with your lines and blocking. You've been fine so fax."
"She sure has," Phil chirped. "I want to congratulate you, Tammy. A lot of girls have tried to play this kind of part but never with this much success. I have a feeling that you're really going to make a mark someday."
Tammy was thrilled by the unsolicited compliment. So they really did like her acting, she thought. Well, she knew that she had talent and was glad that she had found somebody intelligent enough to recognize it. Tammy had all the vanity of an actress, a fault that was to cause her no end of trouble in the future.
Phil and Evan knew that they had her in the palm of their hand. All they had to do was keep buttering her up and the conceited bitch would put up with anything. It was primitive psychology but worked like a charm in Tammy's case. She was so young and impressionable that the two perverts were almost ashamed to abuse her.
It was time for the shooting to start and they hurried off to the studio. Everything was all set up and Tammy was pleased to see that Vorgas had already been chained to the wall, much as she had been the first day. It was a nice gesture and she felt a rush of gratitude for Evan.
"You're pretty happy to see him out of action aren't you?" he asked. "I know he frightens you. Vorgas takes that role pretty seriously. He's been doing it for years and sometimes I worry about him getting carried away."
"Yes, he terrifies me," Tammy admitted. "It's much nicer to see him tied up like that. I think he's a monster. First he seems so friendly and then he turns on you."
Evan truncated the conversation immediately, congratulating himself on his stroke of psychology. He told Tammy to run to the make-up room and hurry back, they were way behind schedule as usual. She obeyed her boss and soon returned to the set wearing her costume.
Tammy's costume could hardly have set the studio's budget back by much. She was dressed only in stockings, high heels and leather gloves. The outfit also included a rubber bikini bottom and a whip. Her hair was worn naturally, contrasting her outfit with its blonde simplicity.
Vorgas was even more scantily clad. He had been stripped of everything but his cape and was chained to the wall by strong manacles at his wrists and ankles. He was snarling like a caged panther and Tammy looked closely at the shackles before she approached him.
Vorgas struggled to free himself, muttering incoherently and straining his powerful muscles against the manacles. His chest heaved and perspiration poured off his savage face. Tammy noticed that his make-up never ran, no matter how agitated or sweaty he became. It was not a pleasant thought and she was in no mood to pursue it.
"Let's go," Evan shouted, "it's time to stop fucking around and get to work. Roll it."
The actors and technicians took their places and Tammy looked over at the cuers. She had more dialogue this time which pleased her immensely. It was a chance to show off her soft lovely voice to its best advantage and she intended to make the most of the opportunity.
"I have you in my power now Vorgas," she sneered. "The Count and I have made a bargain and there is not a thing you can do to save yourself. Prepare to be beaten."
So saying, she picked up her whip and approached the helpless animal. Vorgas growled at her and bared his fangs. It was all Tammy could do to go through with the scene, despite her assurance that he was unable to get out of his manacles without ripping his arms off. thinking that it was about time she got the upper hand over her tormentors. It would be nice to have Phil or Evan up against the wall too.
"Do you like the taste of my whip, dog," she questioned the snarling beast, "do you relish the way it cuts into your disgusting skin? Be quiet or I'll give you a beating that will mark you for what's left of your wretched life."
She brought the whip down on Vorgas' bare genitals and watched with glee as he squirmed under the lash. It was a feeling of total power that she relished like nothing else. It was a pity that the scene would last only a few minutes but she would try to make the most of it.
Again and again she beat the helpless animal, wondering how he could stand up to the punishment. Vorgas was an amazing physical specimen and she was certain that there really was something inhuman about him. No man could take that kind of beating without cracking up.
Vorgas' skin was so thick and leathery that she had to strain to cut him. His thick lupine hair protected him and she felt that her arm would soon drop from fatigue. She stepped closer to him and shortened her strokes, soon achieving her desired end. The blood began to flow from his body in rivulets.
Tammy decided to extemporize a bit to improve the tired screenplay. She walked boldly up to Vorgas and began to kick him in the shins with her pointy shoes. It failed to draw a reaction and she followed it by stepping on his bare feet until they were covered with blood and bruises.
Vorgas seemed incapable of human speech and Tammy realized that she had not in fact ever heard him utter a word. Nor had he ever appeared out of costume. It was another strange thought that did not invite further scrutiny. She returned to her work and used the whip harder and harder, to the cheers of the director and crew.
It was almost time to end the scene and Tammy had still not beaten him to her complete satisfaction. She redoubled her efforts until he was covered with blood and then stood back to admire her work. It was time for her next sspeech and she held back a while for dramatic effect.
"And now Vorgas," she sneered, "it is time to end these innocent games. We must go to the next room where you will find that Dracula and I have prepared a special surprise for you. Servants, come and untie this beast."
She gestured toward a false doorway as she concluded the speech and the cameras ground to a halt. Everybody crowded around the actors and congratulated Tammy on the perfect scene. For once nothing at all had gone wrong and they would not have to re-shoot a foot of it.
Evan was particularly effusive in his congratulations but cut them short to tell Tammy to run off and change for the next scene. There was little time for sentiment in the movie business, she reflected, and the appreciation was soon forgotten in the rush of events.
This time the make-up people had a harder job on their hands. Vorgas was to remain undressed but Tammy was to wear another lovely outfit. Her hair and make-up were left the same but she was soon fitted into a gown that any woman would have been proud to wear.
Tammy slid into the gown and noted with delight that it showed off her tits to their best advantage. The gown featured a neckline that plunged down to her navel. She was to wear no brassiere under the clinging material and her nipples hardened against the silk in a way that no normal man could resist. She removed her gloves and kept the high-heeled shoes. Tammy hurried back to the studio which had undergone quite a transformation in her absence. It was supposed to represent another underground chamber, but this one was far more luxuriously decorated and complexly furnished.
Vorgas was lying in an old wood coffin that certainly looked like the real thing. He was surrounded by a group of extras made up to look like Central European peasants. They brandished pitch torches in their hands and were dressed in old rags that were supposed to represent ethnic peasant outfits. They looked ridiculous but Tammy realized that anything could be changed by good camera work.
There was a hush as Tammy entered the room and she could see that they were admiring her beauty. She knew that she looked good in her floor-length gown and twirled around to show them the charms of her body from every possible angle. Once again Evan cut the fun short and told the actors and crew to get down to work.
It was the same old story, high expenses and no time to fuck off. Tammy wondered how these people kept up the pace but then remembered what Zelda had told her about the studio. Morgo Productions was a small and growing concern. They had to compete with the bigger studios and their only advantage was the eagerness of their personnel.
The place was more like a family than a business and indeed everybody did seem eager to work. Tammy wondered why they never did their filming at night, but was too busy to pursue the topic. Lights were flashing, voices were shouting and there were a million things to do.
It was time to begin the new scene and Evan repeated his instructions. It was to be slow-paced and solemn. They were to play it for a maximum of ritual and terror. Tammy was to talk to Vorgas' unconscious body for a while and then drive the wooden stake through his heart.
It was the same stake that he had used to rape her and seemed to come alive in the nervous girl's hands and she fondled it. She told herself that it was idiotic to be so superstitious. Nothing could happen to her. Vorgas was to be the victim and he was firmly secured in the narrow coffin so that he could hardly move a muscle.
The room was beginning to fill with smoke from the torches. It was time to begin the scene for real. Tammy gestured towards the villagers, instructing them to remain silent while she approached the quiet body. The lighting was turned down and the stage covered with shadows.
"And now Vorgas," Tammy intoned, "it is time for you to meet your end. No more will you terrify this village. You will be put to rest and we will live in peace." They assured her that she could stab him and it would do him no harm.
It sounded fishy to the luscious blonde, but Tammy was not about to disobey orders at that point in the game. She put the sharp end of the stake in the center of Vorgas' chest and then quickly brought the mallet down onto it. The sharp stick slid in easily and Vorgas seemed to wake up momentarily. It was quite terrifying.
Vorgas groaned like a bull, began to kick with his legs and then subsided into the coffin. He continued to twitch for a few moments and then lapsed into complete silence. He looked not dead but somehow in a state of suspended animation. The stake was buried in the center of his chest and Tammy couldn't figure out how it was all done. "Cut," Evan then shouted, running over to look at Vorgas. "That was just perfect, Tammy, as usual. Don't worry about Vorgas. Tomorrow you'll see that he'll be as good as new."
The crew and cast dispersed and Tammy found herself alone with Phil and Evan. They led her to Evan's office and sat down to enjoy a quiet beer. It was one of those rare moments of peace in the busy studio and all three of them sat and relished it in total silence.
"Boy, that was tiring," Tammy told them, "and frightening, too. I wish you'd explain how you set that up. I mean, it really looked like I was killing him or something."
"Don't worry about it, Tammy," Phil told her, "we've done that kind of scene a million times. Vorgas will be back to work tomorrow and you'll see for yourself."
They finished their beers and Tammy could see that her presence was no longer desired. She decided not to make a pest of herself and picked up her handbag to leave. She wandered around the studio for a while and discovered a quiet little room occupied by one of the stagehands.
Tammy couldn't tell for sure but he looked like the very man she had seen Zelda beating. He looked at her suspiciously at first, appearing as if he were pondering some secret and considering confiding it to Tammy. She looked at him curiously and waited for the nervous little fellow to make his move.
He came to the end of his deliberations at last and then started to talk to Tammy in a quiet undertone. He sounded like a complete maniac and the lovely girl was soon convinced that he was making up some weird story to frighten her. It was some kind of practical joke.
His story was so confused that Tammy could hardly follow it. His name was Jim Coats and he said that he had come to the studio within the last month. He had been captured and somehow enslaved by Evan and Zelda who beat him daily and drank his blood.
Tammy heard him out and had no idea what kind of answer to make. The story was too ludicrous to consider but it soon struck a familiar chord. As she was deliberating her reply, Zelda stepped into the room and seeing Joe, took him by the collar and threw him to the floor.
"What are you doing sitting around here?" she queried. "Are you filling this poor girl's mind with horror stories? Is that what he's been doing Tammy?"
Tammy nodded her head, feeling like a traitor. Joe seemed to become completely undone and looked around him like a caged animal. Zelda explained to Tammy that he was an actor who had a habit of living his role a little too fully. He was to be part of the next scene and she hoped that he hadn't confused Tammy too badly.
Tammy hurried off to the make-up room in a state of utter confusion. All her suspicions were coming alive again and she hardly knew how to deal with them. The busy rush of events in the studio soon cleared her mind of all speculation and she hurried back to the studio.
The make-up department fitted her into another strange outfit. This one consisted of another set of bikini underwear, bright red, with holes designed to show off her big pink nipples. She wore green gloves that came up to her shoulders and yellow high-heeled boots. Her face was made up equally colorfully.
Tammy felt like a clown in the silly outfit but made no objections to it. She went back to the studio and found that Joe had been chained to the wall. He was stark naked except for a tight gag over his mouth. His eyes stared wildly and
Tammy wondered what was really going on.
"Back already," Evan complimented her. "Listen carefully. In this scene you discover Janos here, who is a traitor to the village. He had been marking off victims for Vorgas and you're going to whip him. I want you to really let go in this scene. Do whatever you want to him and don't worry about hurting him."
Tammy listened carefully and decided that however weird things were getting, at least she wasn't being beaten anymore. It was a pleasant change and she decided not to worry about things anymore. Everything was going so well for her that it was almost ingratitude to make carping criticisms about Evan's way of doing things.
She was given a whip and noticed that the villagers had once more appeared on the scene. They were dressed in the same phony costumes but this time they acted as if they were about to enjoy some long-awaited revenge. She realized that she would not be the only one to beat the victim.
"And now Janos," she read her lines, "it is time for you to pay the price of your treachery. We are all here and nobody has spoken out to save you. You must be punished, Janos, and I shall cast the first stone."
The poor man began to tremble with fear and Tammy decided at last that he had indeed been putting her on. She was angry at herself for being so gullible and decided to take it out on her deceiver. She raised the whip over her head and crashed it down on his helpless body.
Janos had been tied less tightly than Vorgas and was able to spin his body around as the lash bit into his flesh. In this manner Tammy could beat every inch of him and she fell to with relish. It was time people stopped taking advantage of her and she would prove it there and then.
Janos' eyes bugged practically out of their sockets as Tammy continued to whip him. Her lash was light and springy. It was a perfect weapon for the slender young beauty and she wielded it like a professional. Before long Janos was covered with bloody welts and bruises.
Tammy turned her attention to the man's genitals. He had somehow raised an erection in the process of being whipped. It made a perfect target and Tammy let her blows travel down his muscular body until the whip was landing just inches above his hairy crotch.
Then she lowered her wrist and flicked the whip so that the very tip of it cracked the head of his cock. Janos's erection wilted immediately, but that did not deter Tammy for an instant. She worked over his entire genital area, lashing his prick, balls and ass-hole until they were almost unrecognizable. Then it was time for her to stop.
Tammy walked over to Phil and sat beside him to watch the rest of the scene. Janos had been abandoned to the mercy of the villagers who intended to make his first beating seem like child's play. Tammy shuddered as they approached him, still unable to accept the blood and violence.
They gathered around the helpless victim and drew small hooked knives from their pockets. Janos had been patched up in the interim, made-up to appear as if he had not yet been injured at all. The villagers approached him with terrible looks of vengeance on their ugly faces.
One tall man approached Janos and let his knife rest directly on his heaving chest. He made a small incision just below the right nipple and then drew the knife sharply downwards, scoring him to the waist. This was the signal for the orgy to begin.
Tammy watched in horrified fascination as they carved the man practically to pieces before her eyes. Phil seemed totally unaffected by the whole thing. It was only partially reassuring to Tammy and she wished she could have been excused from witnessing the rest of the scene.
The villagers were actors Tammy had never seen around the studio and she had to admit that they played their parts to perfection. They were so convincing that she again began to fantasize that they weren't feigning at all. It was so annoying to be caught like that and Tammy promised herself to find out the truth at the first opportunity.
For the moment she contented herself with sitting quietly and watching the orgy of sadism. The first villager had re-sheathed his knife and come out with a strange implement that resembled miniature pruning shears. He approached the helpless Janos and waved them in front of his frightened eyes.
Janos closed his eyes in terror and waited for the tortures to resume. The villager lowered his pincers to Janos' chest and grabbed hold of one of his nipples. He twisted the flesh until blood rah down Janos's chest, soaking him to the waist. Tammy had to turn away, it was simply too bloody and violent to watch any longer.
"How can he stand it Phil?" she asked in a trembling voice. "I mean I've been whipped and all, but nothing like that. Are you sure he's not really getting hurt?"
"Don't worry about a thing," Phil answered her soothingly. "Joe's a real vet. He's been through it a million times and he really knows how to handle himself."
Tammy felt only slightly reassured but turned back to watch the conclusion of the scene. The villager had used his pincers all over Janos' chest and was now turning his attention to his victim's much abused genitalia. He grabbed the head of Janos' prick and twisted it until the skin was practically flayed.
Then he grabbed his balls, one after another, until they were covered with blood. He asked for a torch and brandished it before Janos, lowering it to his crotch so that it singed the helpless victim's pubic hairs slowly and painfully. Soon the man's hair began to smoke and the room filled with the heavy odor of burning hair.
Nor were the tortures yet concluded. One of the women took the first man's place and used a new approach that was even more terrifying. She feigned sympathy for the poor Janos, wiping his forehead and cleaning the blood from his wounds. Then she changed her tune and seemed to react to the man sexually as well as altruistically.
She kissed him all over his contorted face and welt-covered torso and then dropped to her knees before him. In no time she had surrounded his bleeding prick with her soft lips and brought him to a state of erection. She sucked his prick reverentially, as if it were some precious jewel and then spit it out to work on his balls.
She took the much-abused globes into her mouth and dandled them with her tongue until Janos' prick was fully hard and taut. It bounced off her face as she lolled his balls in her greedy mouth, hitting her eyes and nose and cheeks softly as it jerked spasmodically.
The talented woman took the big prick back into her mouth and worked on it until Janos was ready to come. Her strokes were so gentle and subtle that the man seemed ready to cry from gratitude. Then she bit into him with all her might, practically tearing his cock in two.
"That is how we treat traitors," a man shrieked as the lovely girl continued to bite into Janos' balls and prick. "Never again will you strike terror into the hearts of innocent maidens. We shall fear you no more."
Tammy squirmed in her seat as the villagers took turns torturing Janos. Each seemed more cruel than the last and it looked like the scene would never come to an end. The villagers were tireless and she wondered how Janos could possibly stand up to so much abuse.
The next torturer was another woman, an ugly old hag who could have tormented a man with her hideous appearance alone. She was covered with warts and carbuncles, hunchbacked and club-footed. Her hands were huge, with bony knuckles that looked strong enough to bend steel.
The old hag needed no instruments of devastation with those hands of hers. She slapped Janos across the face and he looked as if he had been hit with a sandbag. Again and again she raised that terrifying hand and slammed it across the already bleeding and deformed face.
Then she began to work on Janos' genitals, squeezing his pubic flesh in her powerful fingers until it looked as if she would castrate him with her bare hands. She worked him over for a few minutes more and then the cameras finally ground to a halt.
Janos was left tied to the wall and Tammy followed Phil and Evan back to the office. Phil broke out a couple of joints and Tammy inhaled the marijuana gratefully. She needed something to take her mind off the horrifying scene she had just witnessed.
Phil told her not to be frightened by it all. She would see for herself that nothing bad had happened to Janos. He would be back on the set in a matter of minutes, good as new and eager to take part in the next scene. It seemed impossible, but so did everything else at Morgo Productions.
Tammy soon got stoned enough to forget all about Janos and his unknown fate. She relaxed with Phil and Evan for a while and then grew bored. It was time to begin the next scene and she hurried to the make-up room. Her own career came first and it was surely ridiculous to worry about somebody like Janos or whatever his name was.
CHAPTER SIX
Tammy was through at make-up in almost no time at all. She was to film the next two scenes stark naked and all that had to be done was to fix her make-up. She liked the idea of showing her body off to the admiring cast and crew of technicians and hurried back to the set.
"Hi, Tammy," Phil greeted her. "I must say that you look better like that than in any costume. You look good enough to eat, and one of these days I just might do that."
"Cut it out, you love birds," Evan teased them. "It's time to do some work for once. This is going to be a different kind of scene, Tammy. We want to play it light and humorous. You and Zelda are fighting over a man and she's going to beat you up and then spank you."
Tammy couldn't help but giggle at the thought of tangling with Zelda. The woman was big and strong enough to take on any man in the studio. Tammy was young and lithe, but certainly no match for the big woman. It was quite a change from the usual routine and she welcomed it.
Zelda came running in, her huge" tits bouncing in the breeze. It seemed impossible that a woman that top-heavy could keep her balance. Every time you saw Zelda, her tits seemed to have gotten even bigger. Fifty inches around seemed like a rather conservative estimate.
Zelda was dressed similarly to her costume in the last scene the two girls had shared. She was wearing a leather corset that came just above her waistline, high-heeled shoes, and black net stockings. This time her arms were covered with black rubber gloves that came almost to the shoulder.
The idea of the scene was that they would fight for real until Zelda emerged victorious. There was no point staging the fight since it would take time and ruin the effect of spontaneity. There was no way that Tammy could win the battle and thereby ruin the scene.
Tammy slipped into a pair of high-heeled shoes, trying to suppress her giggles. Zelda too seemed to find the whole thing amusing and it took a few minutes before they could wipe the smiles from their faces. Evan began to get pissed off at his leading ladies and they soon calmed down enough to get on with the business at hand.
"Let's get going," Evan shouted. "We're not making any money sitting around fucking off."
The cameras began to grind and Zelda drew herself up to her full height before Tammy. She was well over six feet tall and the blonde beauty wondered how she could even make a semblance of fighting her. At least she wouldn't have to worry about hitting Zelda too hard.
Zelda zeroed in on Tammy and grabbed her hair, making a sweeping motion with an arm like a weaver's beam. Tammy ducked quickly and stepped backward, dancing away like a prize-fighter. Zelda growled and cornered her once again, whereupon Tammy dug her right hand into the big girl's belly. Zelda grunted and backed off only to charge again.
Tammy made good use of her quickness, darting around the room like a rabbit and leading the cumbersome Zelda a merry chase. Zelda was sweating like a pig and cursing under her breath at the agile girl. It was impossible for her to keep up and she resented the laughter of the crew.
Phil and Evan were rolling with laughter. They watched as Tammy ducked under another wild swing and kicked up a long pretty leg, burying her foot between Zelda's huge, heaving tits. Zelda went down like an oak tree, raising a cloud of dust that practically blinded them.
Tammy was getting tired but kept it up anyway, relishing the opportunity of getting even with Zelda. She had not forgotten the incident with the big dildo and even though she would be caught in the end, she wanted to make the most of her temporary freedom.
She ran behind Zelda and kicked her in her meaty calves with the point of her shoe. Zelda went up on one leg, grabbing her shins and screaming like a wounded buffalo. In that position it was easy for Tammy to trip her and once again the overdeveloped beauty went crashing to the floor.
Tammy leaped directly on top of Zelda and they were soon rolling around the cold stone floor. It was a delightful sight, but Tammy was sure she had made a mistake. Zelda was so strong and heavy that there was no way she could hold her own against her. They rolled across the floor and then Tammy leaped nimbly to her feet.
Zelda lumbered to her feet and chased Tammy around the stage again. Her pace was strictly gravigrade and Tammy soon got her second wind.. She taunted Zelda, approaching her with her tongue stuck out and then scratching her on the ear or the tip of the nose before darting away.
The big-busted Zelda aimed clumsy blows with her arms and legs, but it was like fighting a will-of-the-wisp. Tammy was in great shape and found that she was feeling stronger and stronger. She worked in closer to Zelda and grabbed a handful of her huge nipples, twisting the tender flesh until the elephant screamed out in pain.
Both their bodies were covered with dust and sweat and they began to tire rapidly. This was work for professional boxers, rather than a couple of voluptuous females. Tammy made a mistake at that point. Coming closer to Zelda she allowed the big girl to grab her by the biceps, thinking that she would be able to pull away with ease.
Zelda had a grip like a vise. She dug her thick fingers into Tammy's arm and refused to let go, even when the desperate blonde dug her nails into her huge tits. Tammy was caught and she knew it. The party was over and she had a good spanking to look forward to.
Zelda dragged the helplessly exhausted Tammy over to a couch and deftly slipped a rope around her body. Soon Tammy was bound securely and ready to be beaten. One rope was fastened around her breasts and cut into her lovely pink nipples. The tight rope made her breasts swell irresistibly and the audience again roared its approval.
The other rope went around her buttocks, ankles and wrists. She was forced into a position where her ankles were fastened to her thighs, just below the buttocks and her wrists firmly secured to the front of her shins. It was an uncomfortable position and she fell flat on her face as soon as Zelda let go of her arms.
The big brunette picked her up bodily and carried her to the couch. She drew her over her knees so that Tammy's big tits rested on her crotch. Her own boobs were draped on the small of Tammy's lithe back and the blonde beauty could feel how heavy they really were.
Tammy was in a perfect position to be spanked and not a man among the cast or crew would not have given his salary to trade places with Zelda. Tammy's ass bulged out so provocatively that it just had to be beaten. Zelda was just the woman to give the fresh girl her due.
She raised her hand high and brought it ever so slowly down onto Tammy's bare buttocks. It hardly hurt at all and Tammy remained nervously prepared to experience the real pain that she knew would follow. Zelda took her time, relishing every minute of her hard-earned victory.
"So now I've caught you at last," she taunted. "You've been a terribly naughty girl and Mama's going to give you the spanking of your life. When I finish with you, you won't be able to sit down for a week. I promise you that."
She emphasized her last words by slamming her hand down on the luscious buttocks with every syllable. Tammy's ass reddened almost immediately as Zelda picked up the pace. Her cunt too had been bared by the position in which she had been tied and she could feel every well-placed blow right on her sensitive pink clitoris.
It was quite stimulating at first, until Zelda began to whale away at her harder and harder. The girl was incredibly strong and the thick rubber gloves added a lot of sting to her heavy blows. Tammy began to wish that the scene would end quickly, but knew that she would have to put up with her beating for at least ten minutes more.
Zelda was allowing her hands to linger around Tammy's cunt and ass-hole. Her nipples had hardened with the excitement of spanking the luscious Tammy and her tits were bouncing like watermelons on a truck. Tammy too felt her nipples pucker and realized that however much it hurt, she was enjoying every minute of it.
Her wrists and ankles began to get numb but the feel of that hard right hand of Zelda's took precedence in her mind. The girl was a master at spanking, alternating her strokes so that Tammy never knew what was coming next. First she would slow down the pace so that the innocent girl thought she was tiring. Then she would give her a hard shot that made her bones ache.
Occasionally, she would force her rubber covered fingers into Tammy's cunt, tickling her clitoris with one hand while she continued to abuse her ass with the other. Tammy squirmed from the pressure of the thick fingers, but found that her ass was becoming unbearably sore.
Zelda was obviously not inclined to be merciful towards the elusive girl. She was relishing her power and intended to humiliate Tammy for making fun of her size and clumsiness. Tammy began to whimper as her ass went from pink to red, begging Zelda under her breath to take it easy.
Soon tears were rolling down her pretty face and forming a little pool around the corners of her lips. Zelda smiled over at Evan as if to ask him if she should increase her pace. His answer gave her all the encouragement she needed, and Tammy was soon writhing in pain.
"Go ahead," Evan had chuckled, "give it to her good. We might as well make it a good scene. You're only tickling her so far. Do it better or we'll have to re-shoot it."
Tammy was furious with him for prolonging her pain and humiliation. Zelda was really hurting her at that point, twisting her little clitty without mercy and slamming that rubber covered hand into her ass like a machine. Tammy had never known that a spanking could be that painful.
Zelda finally slowed her pace. She took a few extra lusty wallops at Tammy's lush buttocks and then slid the girl off her lap so that Tammy was resting in the same position on the soft couch. She reached behind her for something and came out with the very dildo she had used to terrify Tammy the first time they had played a scene together.
"No, not that!" Tammy shrieked, inventing her lines on the spot. "I'm too sore for it. My ass and cunt are killing me. I tell you I can't take that big thing."
"You'll take it and like it," Zelda told her. "You've been too naughty a girl and now you'll pay the price for it. Try to relax, darling, for you're going to take every inch of the pretty thing into that little cunny of yours."
It was evident that the big girl meant business. This was a part of the scene that Evan had not told her about. Zelda approached the helpless Tammy with the dildo held in her right hand. She ordered Tammy to suck on it and the blonde beauty hastened to obey her, trying to delay the inevitable in any way that she could.
The huge dildo stretched her jaw to the breaking point and the brass nubs scratched the walls of her mouth. Zelda removed the dildo only when it was covered with saliva. She brought it behind Tammy and forced it directly into the gaping and already swollen lips of the poor girl's luscious pussy. It was a tight fit and she barely was able to fit it all in.
She buried it to the hilt in Tammy's luscious pussy and the poor girl screamed out in pain. Her cunt was kept practically shut by the tight ropes and the dildo would have been a huge burden in any case. She tried to spread her legs a little to ease her pain but they were pinioned shut.
Zelda was obviously enjoying her work. She used the dildo like a real penis, tickling the opening of Tammy's dripping vulva and then surprising her by shoving it in all the way. .The camera panned in to a close-up of Tammy's face and her reactions to the surprise strokes were truly hilarious. It would be the highpoint of the movie.
Despite the pain and humiliation, Tammy found her body reacting to the thrusts of the dildo. The pain was allayed by the pleasure of feeling such a hard thing in her greedy hole and she began to drip enough cunt honey to lubricate an army of seared virgins.
Zelda left the big thing buried to the hilt and began to stir it within Tammy, churning her like a tub of butter. It had the desired effect and the poor girl soon began to moan and sigh, a sure sign of her impending orgasm. Zelda laughed aloud at the unexpected reaction and began to plunge the dildo in harder and faster.
Tammy felt her whole body stiffen, constricted by the ropes that would not let her move as she wished. It felt nice to be bound and at another woman's mercy. She felt as if she had missed something never being fucked in that manner before. Before long she was ready to fly.
She cried out in anguish and then fired a tremendous load of sweet pussy juice. It rocketed out of her cunt and ran down the dildo, soaking Zelda's arm to the elbow of her rubber gloves. She laughed at Tammy and asked her to prepare herself to take it up the ass.
"No," she begged, "not that." Tammy stiffened in fear. "You can put it in my cunt again or make me suck it, but please don't fuck me up my little ass-hole."
Zelda hardly seemed to hear the luscious girl. She used her fingers to spread Tammy's pussy juice from cunt to bunghole and then as quickly forced the dildo into the tiny pink orifice. It was a tight fit and Tammy thought she would pass out from the pain.
Once again Zelda tortured her by withholding the bulk of the dildo until Tammy had been lured into a false sense of security. She seemed able to read the girl's mind and chose the perfect moment to force the entire length of the rubber organ into her ass-hole.
"Please stop," Tammy begged her. "I'll do anything for you if you'll only take it out of my ass-hole."
"Like what?" Zelda asked her, picking up the cue from Evan, who decided that it would add spice to the scene.
"I'll eat out your pussy until you come in my mouth, and then do the same to your ass-hole. I'll kiss your hands and feet. I'll be your slave. I'll do anything at all if you'll just stop it. It's killing me. I can't take it."
Zelda listened with a smile on her face and then forced the full length of the dildo into Tammy's bleeding ass-hole. She had finally succeeded in humiliating the blonde beauty and could now sit back and bugger her at leisure. It was a pleasure to have such a lovely girl helpless at her feet.
Zelda was actually quite fond of Tammy, but felt that it would be a good idea to teach the girl who was boss. They had big plans for the lovely young girl, plans that went far beyond her cinematic ambitions and which would have left her trembling with terror had she heard them.
Tammy was in far too much pain to think about the threat to her safety. She had been wondering about the strange goings-on at Morgo Productions but had given up in confusion. Now the pain in her bleeding ass-hole and the humiliation caused by the unrestrained laughter of the cast and crew took up all her powers of attention.
The big brunette continued to bugger her furiously, plunging the dildo all the way into her and stirring the poor girl as if she were a cauldron of soup. Once again Tammy felt herself stimulated by the attention and found that she was about to achieve another orgasm.
Her moans split the silence, drowning out the drone of the grinding cameras. Zelda laughed again and redoubled her pace, forcing Tammy to bite back her tears. Finally, she managed to shoot her load, filling Zelda's rubber-gloved hand with a copious stream of fuck juice.
"Cut," screamed Evan. "That was perfect, just perfect. We won't have to do another take on this one. You can all take it easy for a while. Tammy and Zelda, you two come to my office. We've got to plan the next scene."
Zelda removed the dildo from Tammy's ass-hole and quickly untied the tear-bespattered beauty. She put her arm around Tammy's slender shoulders and led her off to the office. Tammy was too shaken to protest. Once again she had discovered her own ambivalent reaction to pain and torment. It was a constant source of puzzlement to her how she could hate and desire it at the same time.
Evan and Phil were waiting in the office. Phil congratulated them on the scene and tried to comfort the crying Tammy. He explained to the lovely girl that it was always difficult at first. Soon she would catch on to the routine and take the abuse as a matter of course.
All this was in preparation for telling her about the next scene. Tammy was to be captured by a monster from outer space and taken back to his laboratory. She was to be experimented on like a laboratory rat, since the monster considered humans a lower form of life.
Tammy asked if she would have any other unpleasant surprises waiting for her but was soon assured that it would be a brief and harmless scene. She took it with a grain of salt and stared right at Evan, challenging him with her eyes. He held to his story and she prepared herself for the worst. A girl had to protect herself in that studio.
The scene was to pass just between Tammy and the monster. It didn't seem to fit into the movie at all, but Tammy didn't care. It was the least of her worries and she was far more concerned with preserving what was left of her health and strength. Zelda had been pretty rough with her and the poor girl was exhausted.
She walked back to the set stark naked. The scenes would be filmed in reverse order and she would start work manacled to the laboratory table. It was all part of a day's work and she took her place without protest. The camera crew prepared their equipment and soon everybody was ready.
Tammy was laid down on the table and held by her ankles and wrists by means of strong iron clamps. She found the position quite comfortable and laughed at the display of phony scientific equipment that lined the walls. The place looked like a laboratory about as much as she looked like an abominable snowman.
When Tammy was firmly secured, Evan signalled for the monster to be brought in.
Tammy shrieked when she got her first look at the beast. He was tall and broad, dressed only in a black leather cape and high boots. His face was absolutely terrifying, the ugliest thing she had ever seen.
He had long brown hair falling in matted locks to his waist and more of the same hair on his arms. His snout resembled that of a pig and his eyebrows were so heavy that she wondered how he could see. His mouth was huge, with split lips and ugly cracked teeth. Once again the cosmeticians had outdone themselves. He looked too awful to be real.
The monster hardly noticed Tammy at first. He looked around the laboratory in utter confusion and then finally got his bearings. He looked over at Tammy and then hastened to join her, muttering under his breath in what was supposed to be an alien language.
Tammy tried to relax, figuring that the whole thing had to be a practical joke. It made no sense to introduce an alien being into a vampire story. She smiled up at the monster and waited for him to approach her. Tammy had no idea of what she was really in for.
The monster came over and rubbed his horny hands all over Tammy's lovely naked body. He lingered at her cunt and nipples as if he had never seen anything like them before. Tammy was tempted to get up and call the whole thing off, but her manacles held her firmly to the table.
The monster looked around behind him and found what he was seeking. He opened a black metal box on the wall. From the box he took three long wires with alligator clips at both ends. He fastened one clip from each wire to a strange looking outlet and then prepared Tammy for the experiment. She looked at him in complete fascination.
Once again, Tammy began to wonder if the beast was not perhaps real. He seemed so unfamiliar with her body that it went beyond the bounds of normal acting. While she was thinking in this vein, he placed the clips on her nipples and pussy, fastening them so that she cried with pain.
"This is going a little bit too far," Tammy complained. "I've put up with a lot of shit around here, but the fun has got to stop. Let me up from this stupid table."
She soon realized that she was playing right into their hands by complaining. It was perfect dialogue for the script and she was saving them the cost of an author. She shut up instantly and refused to read any of her cue cards. Yes, she figured, the police would be quite interested in this place, very interested indeed.
The monster went back to his box and used his clumsy fingers to adjust some controls. Then he pulled a short metal lever and Tammy practically tore out of her handcuffs. He had turned on a strong electric current that made the young beauty see stars.
The electricity coursed through her body, making every nerve jump with agony. The pain was mainly concentrated in her nipples and clitoris, but still managed to snake its way to every corner of her body. Tammy's limbs thrashed uncontrollably and her mouth was wide open in shock.
"Turn the current down a little," Evan shouted. "Do you want to kill her, you fucking ass-hole?"
The monster lumbered back to the box and shut off the current. He fiddled with the dial for a few seconds and then pulled the lever again. Tammy felt another lightening bolt shoot through her body, but it was not quite as bad as the first. It felt as though something live were crawling through her blood stream and eating her body from the inside.
The monster turned the current up momentarily and then Tammy felt as though she were being torn to pieces. The current would flow through her limbs for a few seconds, shut off momentarily, and then start again. The jolts soon came less frequently but with greater power.
Tammy was in too much pain even to scream. She thrashed around on the table as if she would dislocate her arms and legs and subsided only when the current was shut off. The monster stayed by his control board, reading the dials as he fiddled with the current. To all intents and purposes, he appeared to be carrying out a real experiment.
It was too much for Tammy and the unfortunate victim was unable to collect her thoughts. She would have been willing to do anything to escape but couldn't frame a single word with her trembling lips. It was not even that; the pain was greater than others she had experienced. It was more since it was so strange and alien to her.
The monster continued to experiment with other degrees of power until Tammy was covered with perspiration and trembling uncontrollably. She could hardly breathe and every muscle in her shapely body contracted and tightened. It was truly unbearable and the tears flowed down her face.
Tammy began to grow desperate. Strange thoughts passed through her fevered mind and she began to fantasize that she was living out a long nightmare. It was a typical sophistic reaction to intense pain, the kind of thing that can warp a person's entire future.
The pain was so intense that Tammy had but one recourse, that of going temporarily out of her mind. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift off to her childhood, reliving her entire life in the course of a few seconds. The current was switched off and she abruptly came flying back into the real present.
The monster had fouled his lines temporarily, but soon managed to find the source of his error. He turned the current on again and Tammy discovered that he was using some kind of timer. Every five seconds she would receive a strong shock, of a different intensity on each occasion.
It was the worst kind of torment she had had for she always knew exactly when her pain would return. She noticed that the entire crew had gathered around her and was watching her writhing with delight. It infuriated her but she was able to respond or express her anger.
They laughed at her discomfort and urged the monster to turn up the current. Tammy jumped like a fish out of water when he acceded to their wishes and sighed with relief when he at last lowered the charge. The monster seemed wholly unaware of how much he was hurting her, as if he really had no knowledge of the human body and its limits of tolerance.
Tammy hardly knew what to do to alleviate her sufferings. Her captors seemed wholly heartless and she knew it would do no good to plead with them. The wires were getting hotter and hotter and her flesh was beginning to burn. Her nipples ached and sizzled but it was as nothing compared to the intense pain concentrated in her clitoris.
The sensitive little organ was the site of her most intense suffering. It throbbed and burned and looking down Tammy could see that it had swollen to twice its normal size. She couldn't see her nipples too clearly under the sharp metal clips, but suspected that they were in the same shape.
The monster went back to his box and turned up the current again. It seared her with a new sensation of pain, shaking her down to the toenails. Her fingers began to ache with an arthritic pain and her skin seemed to be coming loose from her body.
It was as if they were testing her capacity for pain, watching to see how long she could last without passing out. Tammy tried to fool her tormentors by closing her eyes and holding her breath, but it was no good. The monster raised the current again and she leaped back to life.
She was a helpless pawn, that much was obvious. These people would use her for their mysterious purposes and then throw her aside like an empty bottle. There was absolutely nobody she could turn to, for even the amiable Vorgas must have been alienated by his beating.
Tammy squirmed and writhed under the insistent electrical current but elicited no sympathy from her captors. They were heartless monsters, unnatural beings who delighted in her agony. Some day she would get even with them, but for now she was completely in their cruel power.
The monster tore the electrode from Tammy's clitoris and the naive girl thought that her torments had come to an end. It was far from the truth, for he quickly attached it to her ass-hole, closing the clip and shoving it all the way into her tender anal cavity. Tammy was already sore from being buggered with the huge dildo. She screamed out so loud that her audience backed away from her.
The monster turned up the current again and removed the clips from her breasts. The lovely globes had swelled to twice their normal size and were sore and tender. Now all the charge was concentrated in her ass-hole and Tammy flipped around on the couch trying to shake the red hot wires out of her aching body.
There was no way to dislodge the electrode and the current seemed to be getting stronger. Tammy soon felt herself blacking out and did not try to resist. She drifted off to a pool of crushingly heavy blackness and let her body subside until she was no longer aware of any physical sensation.
She woke up much later, sleeping comfortably on the couch in Evan's office. Zelda was sitting beside her with a towel soaked in vinegar in her right hand. She put it on Tammy's forehead and told the girl to relax. The pain would fade away in a matter of minutes.
"Where am I?" Tammy asked. "What happened? I was filming a scene and I can't remember a thing. You're Zelda, but where is everybody else? What's happened to me?"
"Don't worry, honey," Zelda crooned to her. "I think you passed out from working too hard, but you'll be all right now. Just try to take it easy for a few minutes."
Tammy followed her instructions to the letter and soon found herself recovering. She couldn't remember a thing that had happened to her that day, but found that otherwise she felt quite normal. Her skin tingled in a strange way but she couldn't diagnose the new feeling.
Zelda watched over her until Tammy had effected a complete recovery. She was amazed at the young girl's powers of resistance and recovery. It was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. She sat down beside Tammy and began to caress the girl's lovely boobs.
Tammy closed her eyes and snuggled up to the huge woman. She felt weak and tired and cold. It felt good to rest against a huge maternal figure like Zelda and she soon responded to the brunette's caresses. Zelda smiled down on her and then planted a kiss on Tammy's puffy lips.
It was only a matter of time before the two beauties were involved in a passionate bout of lesbian love. Zelda was a masterful woman who liked nothing better than to enslave a lovely creature like Tammy. She was so strongly attracted to the luscious blonde, that she could barely keep her strong hands off the curvaceous body before her.
Tammy sighed and returned the pressure of the kiss. Zelda continued to play with her boobs and then stuck one of her own huge tits into Tammy's gaping mouth. Tammy closed her lips around the huge buff-colored nipple and sucked on it until it became hard and puckered.
It was impossible to take the entire nipple into her mouth, but Tammy managed not to ignore an inch of it. She worked on both of Zelda's huge boobs until they were covered with saliva and then looked up at the brunette, making a silent invitation for her to make the next move.
Zelda rearranged her huge body and lowered her head so that it was parallel to Tammy's cunt. She plunged her tongue into the honey pot and licked at the sweet clitoris until it was hard and red. Tammy was quite sensitive as a result of her torments, but ascribed the erethism to the skill of her experienced lover.
She shifted her own weight so that she could slip her tongue into Zelda's pussy. It tasted strong and spicy and she had to hold her breath to tolerate it at first. Zelda sighed with pleasure and opened her legs wide to take as much of Tammy's head as she could into her greedy cunt.
Tammy felt as if she had found herself at first. The imperious Zelda had turned out to be a gentle lover, in direct contrast to Phil and Evan, who had treated her like dirt. She felt that Zelda understood her fears and apprehensions. She was a "woman Tammy could confide in.
She ate out Zelda until the huge woman came, filling her mouth with a stream of pussy juice that could have overflowed a reservoir. Tammy struggled to get it all down, making loud gulping noises as she did so. The pussy juice ran out of her mouth and made a sticky puddle between her heaving tits. It was a divine feeling.
"Zelda," she said when they had disengaged their limbs, "what really goes on in this studio? I mean, everything is so weird here that I find myself suspecting that I'm among a group of maniacs."
Zelda looked at her strangely and was about to make an answer when the door flew open. It was Even, as usual, and he had come to drag them back to the set. He saw that they had finished making love and hurried them back to work. Tammy groaned with frustration. Just as she was about to discover the truth, she had been interrupted.
Zelda patted the girl on the back and told her to go off to the make-up room. They would have a chance to talk later. When Tammy had left, she looked at Evan and told him that they had better hurry. The girl was getting wise and might blow all their plans.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tammy hurried off to the make-up department certain that Zelda would soon tell her the whole truth about Morgo Productions. It was only a matter of time and then she would know what was bothering her about the place. She had a splitting headache and her body was tired and sore but her spirits soared at the thought of the revelations that would soon be hers.
This time, the make-up department dressed
Tammy in a new costume. She was fitted into a rubber suit that covered her to the neck and down to the ankles. It was hot and heavy but Tammy soon accustomed herself to it. She wore high-heeled boots and rubber gloves that snapped on to the outfit at the shoulders.
The luscious blonde hurried back to the studio, wondering what the next scene would bring. The place was even more chaotic than usual, with extras and technicians running around aimlessly. Evan was the calm in the center of the hurricane, directing traffic and barking orders.
"Welcome back Tammy," he greeted her, "hope you got a nice rest. You were just great in that last scene and I hope that monster didn't hurt you."
"No, I don't think he did," Tammy answered, wondering why she could remember so little of what had happened that day. "I feel pretty good, just a little tired."
"Good, you'll be as good as new as soon as we get down to work," he replied. "In this scene you're with the monster again. You just tried to make an escape and he caught you in the act. He's pretty angry and you try to calm him down. You can fake it a lot in this scene."
The scene was the usual stone dungeon and the crew had soon readied their equipment. Tammy realized that her rubber outfit was supposed to be a space-suit. The monster had wanted to bring her home. She grew to like the feel of the heavy rubber, thinking that if nothing else it would protect her from the effects of another beating.
Tammy walked around the narrow cell waiting for the arrival of the monster from space. He came running into the room, naked except for his cape. She looked at him with horror and for the first time noticed his legs and feet. He had cloven hooves like the devil or a horse or goat. His legs were covered with coarse hair and seemed to have the joints of a quadruped.
Tammy shrieked with horror and began to flee from the hideously deformed monster. He caught up to her in no time, running with goat-like bounds across the small room. He grumbled at her in his own language and then pulled out a length of hollow rubber tubing.
He raised the rubber over his head and brought it down on Tammy's shoulder. The rubber suit, besides showing off her big tits and shapely buttocks to their best advantage, protected her, softening the blow so that she could take it without having to flinch.
Her immunity to blows seemed to infuriate the monster and he laid into her with a passion. At first his blows were completely ineffective, but he was so strong that they soon made their presence known. The rubber suit was strong, but not enough to protect Tammy completely.
She found that it was completely useless after a while. The monster was so strong that his arms seemed never to tire and he was becoming angrier with every blow. Tammy looked at him pathetically but failed to evoke a response. It was as if he couldn't understand her at all.
Tammy tried to run but the monster cornered her against one of the stone walls and continued to beat her until she dropped. Tammy looked like the picture of wronged innocence down on her knees but it failed to move the raging beast, who seemed intent on beating her until she died.
The rubber tube crashed into her body, causing the skin to burn and her muscles to ache. It crushed her arms and legs when it hit them, compressing the tender flesh and breaking her blood vessels. Underneath the rubber suit her skin began to grow red and then purple-black as the monster continued to whale away at her.
There was no pattern to the monster's attack. He let his blows fall anywhere, as if unaware that some parts of the human body are more sensitive than others. But the random pattern of his blows had a disadvantage as well, often catching the girl unawares and leaving her no chance to prepare or shield herself.
Tammy took shots to the head, arms, feet, elbows and thighs until she was too tired and sore to make any efforts at self-preservation. She abandoned herself to the pain and found a certain transcendence in it as if it were taking her beyond herself, depersonalizing her so that she could view herself from afar.
She barely felt the pain beyond a certain point, accepting the blows as a matter of course. Her mind was a thousand miles away, empty of all perceptions. She slumped to the ground with her arms thrown wide and drifted away from the world. She was not to wake up for an hour.
"Cut," screamed Evan. He walked over to the monster and watched as he sank his teeth into Tammy's warm neck. The girl was out like a light and he took the chance to admire her beauty. Yes, she was perfect and it would be a long time before they found another like her.
He picked the girl up in his arms and carried her to his office. It would only be a matter of time now and he felt sorry for the poor victim lying in his arms. She was a talented actress and a beautiful woman, a rare combination, especially at Margo Productions.
Tammy woke up and looked around her. She was even more confused than after the first time she had fainted. Evan and Phil greeted her cheerfully and told her that she probably needed the rest. She smiled at them, more as a reflex than as a true indicator of her emotions.
The men decided to knock off for the day and drive Tammy home. She was quite grateful, as the day had been so exhausting. They walked out of the empty studio and got into Evan's car. He handled it expertly, whipping it out of the driveway and onto" the access road to the freeway.
Evan drove fast but with complete control over the heavy vehicle. He took turns narrowly, sometimes forcing the car onto two wheels. Tammy found herself crushed between the two broad-shouldered men as they hurtled in their seats with every turn.
The top was down and the windows open so that the wind was fierce and quick. Tammy opened her mouth to the rush of air, feeling a release from all her troubles and an exhilaration that coursed through every cell in her body. She had no idea where Evan was headed and couldn't have cared less. It was enough just to ride into the strong wind and let it cleanse her of all conscious worries.
They drove to Phil's house, a place Tammy had never visited. It was a large white house in the Spanish style, with stucco walls and a tiled roof. The grounds were spacious but not well-kept. Weeds overflowed the borders of the lawn and the trees were full of broken branches and dead leaves that should have been pruned months past.
They got out of the car and walked into the house. Tammy liked the inside of the place. It was homey and comfortable, the kind of place she would have liked to live in herself. She sat down in a soft armchair and asked for a drink. Phil and Evan looked at each other and then Phil disappeared into the kitchen.
"Wouldn't you like to see the rest of the place first, it's quite interesting," Evan told her. "There's plenty of time for us to get drunk later and if you're a really good girl there'll be more of that good grass."
Tammy jumped out of her seat, eager to please Evan despite her tiredness. She followed him out of the living room and got a quick tour of the second story. Evan took her around the various rooms in a perfunctory manner that suggested that he wasn't really interested in the tour.
"Now it's time to see the basement," he said indicating an open door that led to a staircase. "It's the most interesting part of the house."
Tammy found something menacing in his voice but was too tired to resist. Actually, it was only her body that was tired. Her mind was wide-awake after the automobile ride and not a thing got by her. She felt alert and ready to deal with Evan and Phil without blowing her cool.
The staircase was long and steep and Tammy had to hold onto the rickety banister to keep her balance. There was no light on and she couldn't see her feet as they fell onto the slanting steps. Finally they reached the bottom and Evan turned on a light.
"Why it's nothing special," Tammy said, "just an ordinary finished basement. Why are you so keen on it?"
"This isn't the good part," Evan answered. "Follow me and I'll show it to you."
He walked through a door and Tammy hurried after him. They entered a cellar that looked just like the dungeon on the movie set except that the walls were not bare. They were covered with shackles and hasps and a host of strange instruments, pieces of metal with locks and spikes and sharp edges. Tammy realized that the place was a replica of a medieval torture chamber.
There was a stirring in the corner and Evan came out dressed in a strange costume. It was black and red with spirals of both colors intertwined like the letters in an illuminated manuscript. He was covered from head to toe in the coarse cloth, with the exception of slits for his eyes and a small hole for his nose and mouth.
Looking closer Tammy could see that there was another hole in the costume, revealing the full nudity of his prick and balls. His huge rod was fully erect and jerked up and down in the air as he walked toward the frightened girl. Tammy knew that something strange was bound to happen to her and was not even afraid to face it.
"Come in Tammy," he told her in a muffled voice. "I hear you've been asking questions about our enterprise. I think that we'll be able to answer all of them."
Tammy looked at her two captors, afraid to speak a word. All her curiosity had vanished at the sight of Phil dressed in that Satanic outfit. Evan put his arm around Tammy's trembling shoulders and led her over to Phil. He handled her gently, as if saving her for something better.
"Come, Tammy," he ordered gently, indicating an oak chair in the corner, "sit down and relax for a while. We'll satisfy your curiosity completely."
Tammy had no choice but to obey. She sat down and before she knew it Phil and Evan were busily removing her clothing. They stripped her gently and professionally and she was soon stark naked. Then they bound her wrists and ankles to the sturdy limbs of the chair.
"You know, young lady," said Phil, mumbling through his mask, "our feelings are a little hurt that you asked so many questions about Morgo Productions. It's as if you didn't trust us, even though we've given you a job."
"But I trust you," Tammy protested. "Honestly I do, and I'm grateful for the opportunity." Her captors smiled at Tammy's feeble attempts to mollify their anger. She soon realized that it was useless to plead. They had her now, as they had had her all along, and she would be lucky to finish this session with her sanity intact.
Evan and Phil disappeared for a few minutes and returned with Evan dressed as weirdly as Phil. His costume consisted of a purple outfit with lightning flashes around the chest. He too wore a hood, allowing his nose and mouth freedom and with slits for his eyes. Tammy noticed that his crotch was also bare and that he too had a huge erection.
Despite her fears and apprehensions, Tammy felt herself vastly stimulated by the sight of the two virile satyrs. She knew how strong and masculine they were and actually looked forward to servicing their bodies. It would be a pleasure to be abused by two such handsome men.
Phil approached Tammy and crashed his hard right hand into her soft pink cheeks. Her head snapped back from the neck and then bobbed forward again, dropping down onto her chest as if her neck had been broken. Phil continued to slap her, working her over until Tammy's eyes were practically closed and her cheeks were red and swollen.
Evan told the strong man to stop. They had a lot more in store for Tammy and there was no point tiring her out early. Phil pulled himself away from the helpless girl and ceded his place to Evan. Evan took a whip in his hand and approached Tammy with a broad grin on his face.
"And now, my dear," he taunted her, "it's time for you to have a taste of the lash. It's something I know you will like. After all, you're quite used to abuse of this sort."
Tammy closed her eyes and waited for the torturing to begin. Evan smiled and lowered the whip across her breasts, swinging it gently so that it did not hurt at all. Tammy shuddered, thinking that expectation was the worst form of torture. Anything was better than waiting.
Evan let the whip rest on Tammy's tits and then raised it once again. He brought it slamming into her tender boobs, whistling through the air and landing with a bone-jarring impact on the helpless girl. Tammy screamed with pain and looked down to see a bloody welt on her tits.
Evan used the whip expertly, alternating between powerful and gentle strokes so that Tammy never knew what was coming next. She shuddered and pleaded but Evan was implacable. He hardly seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. It was more like a job to him.
Phil was getting impatient and told Evan to let him take a turn. The two big men began to argue and Tammy hoped against hope that they would start fighting with each other. Her bonds were not that tight that she couldn't escape while they were engaged in battle.
But her hopes proved to be groundless. Evan and Phil patched up their differences amicably and the boss told Phil to go ahead and take over. They had all the time in the world and Tammy was enough woman for both of them. Things looked bad indeed for the blonde beauty.
Phil took the whip from Evan, kissing him on the lips as he did so. This was a terrible insult to Tammy, who was used to men falling all over her. Obviously these two perverts preferred each other's bodies to Tammy's luscious shape. She shuddered as Phil approached her.
Phil was clumsy with the whip compared to Evan. He was strong and impatient and beat Tammy so hard that she practically passed out. Evan stood beside her with a pitcher full of water, prepared to deal with that very eventuality. They had covered all bases.
The whip hurtled through the air and crashed down again and again on Tammy's naked shoulders. Her flesh was soon scored with lines and welts. Phil switched his attention to her thighs, whipping the sensitive flesh repeatedly, but making sure not to touch her cunt.
It was time for new tortures. Evan stopped Phil and suggested that they try something more refined. Phil smiled and walked over to Tammy with his huge erection on a level with her eyes. He ordered the helpless victim to suck his cock and she hastened to obey him.
Tammy gave Phil her best blow-job, figuring that it would serve to pacify him. He was as brutal as possible with her, shoving his rod all the way into her throat and smiling to his partner as she gagged and choked. Tammy sucked at his dick with all her skill, licking and sucking at it as if she were really in love with her captors.
Phil rocked back and forth on his heels until his midsection was pressed against Tammy's face and neck. He left his rod buried in her throat and began to rotate it, choking her beyond her toleration. Soon he was ready to shoot his load and Tammy sighed with relief.
Phil would have liked to hold out longer, but Tammy was too good to resist. He thought to himself that the luscious girl would wring sperm from a rock. He decided to make her pay for her talents, however and began to shove his prick into her mouth with such violence that the poor girl almost suffocated from the pressure.
He rammed his shaft into her one last time and then filled the lovely girl's mouth with come. Tammy tried to gulp it all down, but Phil refused to remove his prick from her throat and she soon found herself getting sick. It was impossible to resist and Tammy soon spewed up the load of sperm, which ran down between her voluptuous tits and formed a puddle on her midsection.
"So you don't like my come," Phil screamed at her, "it makes you sick does it? Well in that case I'll give you something else to taste that you'll like better."
So saying, he forced his prick back into her mouth and filled it with urine. Tammy gagged at the taste of the salty yellow fluid but was unable to spit it out. It flowed down her throat and filled her stomach. The taste was totally repulsive but she was unable to escape it.
Phil looked at her with satisfaction and removed his prick from her mouth. He held it with two fingers and then flicked it so that the last few drops of piss flew off and landed in Tammy's eyes. It bur jd her terribly and caused tears to flow down her pretty face.
It was Evan's turn to take over. He looked around on the wall and selected an evil-looking pair of pincers. He approached Tammy with the torture machine and brandished it in front of her face, making her admire the tool that would be used to pinch and break her delicate skin.
The pincers appeared to be hundreds of years old. It was a strange instrument, with a gnarled surface and blunt jaws, as if it had been meant to be used as a real tool instead of an instrument of torture. Tammy groaned at the sight of the terrifying tool, certain that it would tear her to pieces. Evan's look was not reassuring.
He walked over to her and lowered the pincers to a level with her heaving tits. Tammy cringed back in her chair but could not avoid Evan. He fitted the mouth of the tool around her left nipple and ever so slowly closed the jaws. It did not hurt Tammy at first but gradually the pressure increased until her eyes began to start.
"Do you like it?" Evan taunted her, "does it explain anything to you about the studio? You'll regret your curiosity before we're through with you. Now tell me how much you like it or I'll tear your tits off."
"Oh yes, it's lovely," Tammy answered, afraid to offend him in any way. "It doesn't hurt at all. You're very gentle with me. You treat me so well, better than I deserve."
"So it doesn't hurt at all," Evan shouted at her. "Do you hear that Phil? She's taunting me. She's telling me that I'm not strong enough to hurt her."
So saying, he squeezed on the instrument of torture until she shouted out in pain. The blunt jaws clamped down on her unprotected rosy nipple until the tender flesh was swollen and distorted. The pain shot through her entire body, causing the innocent victim to squirm and struggle.
Evan twisted her nipples until she was ready to pass out and then ceded his position to Phil. The big blonde actor seemed at a loss but soon found something to do with himself. He took a smaller clamp from the wall and attached it to Tammy's dripping cunt.
"Will you look at that Evan," he stated in surprise. "I think she-likes it. Her cunt's dripping."
Tammy nodded her head, thinking she would please her cruel captors by agreeing with them. Phil looked at her and slapped her across the face, telling her to shut up or he would kill her. Tammy obeyed him immediately and waited for her torments to continue.
Phil attached the complicated clamp to her labia and clitoris and then began to tighten the jaws. This instrument featured much sharper edges than the other and Tammy soon started to scream out with agony as the jaws bit into her tender juicy cunt.
Phil worked her over for a while, tightening the clamps and leering at her in agony. Before long Tammy was again ready to pass out in pain. Evan interrupted Phil and suggested that they find some more subtle means of torture. His friend agreed immediately.
They untied Tammy and let her stand up for a few minutes. The poor girl massaged her wrists and ankles until the circulation returned and then turned to look at her tormentors. They were bringing out a large rack that looked like something a butcher would use to hang meat.
Tammy was tied to the rack and then raised by pulleys until her feet had left the floor. All her weight was suspended from her wrists. Luckily, she was a strong athletic girl and was able to stand the strain. Evan and Phil stood back to admire her and then walked over to the far corner of the darkened basement room.
They returned with a small stove and a pile of sharp thick needles. Evan laid the needles on the surface of the electric heater and soon had them red and steaming. He used a pair of pliers to handle the needles and then approached the terrified blonde beauty.
Evan was not inclined to be merciful. The nosey girl had threatened to ruin their entire scheme and he was bound to make her pay for it. She had been a good actress but she had outlived her usefulness. Hollywood was full of girls just as beautiful and desperate for a job.
He put the red hot needle on the flat side, directly on Tammy's waist. It burned into her and left an impression on her sensitive skin. Evan removed the pliers and left the needle riveted to Tammy's flesh. Then he went back for another weapon, smiling to himself as he walked.
This time he put the searing needle directly onto Tammy's right breast, point first. She screamed aloud and inhaled the odor of her own burning flesh. A thin stream of blood ran down her tits, forming a pool on her stomach. Evan went back to the electric heater and soon repeated the procedure until Tammy was covered with needles.
Evan removed the needles one by one, twisting them as he did so and leaving ugly scars on Tammy's body. The two men seemed at a loss as to their next method of torture. Tammy was so strong and healthy that she could take almost anything but they feared hurting her too badly.
They untied her from the rack and let the innocent girl hurtle to the ground. The stone floor was hard and cold but Tammy clung to it for life.
Phil picked her up by the hair and led her to a strange looking box. It was about four feet high, three feet wide and two feet deep.
"This is the prize item in our collection, Tammy," he told her as if he were lecturing a prize pupil. "It's called a Little-Ease and was quite popular in the Middle Ages. Why don't you try it on for size."
Before she knew what was happening, Phil had opened the side of the box and Evan had forced her into it. The cell was too short to stand in and too narrow to sit. Tammy found herself terribly constricted. Her bones ached from the uncomfortable position and she could hardly breathe.
The only opening in the cell was a small window at the level of Tammy's eyes. She looked through it and saw that Phil and Evan were undressing. They soon had wiggled out of their strange outfits and walked right up to the cell. Phil was the first to address the helpless beauty.
"Take a good look you conceited bitch," he began, putting his arm around Evan's naked shoulder. "All your life everyone's been telling you how beautiful you are, but we want to show you that you're nothing, nothing at all but another big-titted cow. A stupid cow, at that, a useless stupid female sex machine."
After finishing his diatribe, Phil turned back to his partner. Tammy soon realized what she was in for. They would make love to each other before her eyes. She would be shown how little they cared about her. Tammy groaned to herself, thinking that this was the ultimate degradation.
Phil dropped to his knees and began to suck Evan's huge cock. It leaped to life in his mouth and Tammy had to admit that she had never been able to get so strong a reaction from the handsome director. Phil seemed to have been sucking cock for years and there was no way that Tammy could avoid admiring his technique.
The two men switched positions. Phil lay on his back and Evan crouched over him, taking his flaccid cock between his lips. He had soon brought Phil to a state of erection and rolled over to present his ass for buggering. Phil smiled at Tammy and prepared to corn-hole his friend.
Tammy began to cry. It was simply too insulting. The one thing she had been able to hold on to was her undeniable beauty and now the two monsters were showing her that they preferred their own bodies to hers. It was too much for her to take and the poor girl wept copiously.
"Wait a minute Evan," Phil said, "Tammy looks terribly uncomfortable. Isn't there something we can do for her?"
"Why yes, I think so," Evan answered, getting to his feet. "Maybe we could put something in there to ease her discomfort. What do we have for her?"
Phil disappeared and returned with a small box. He opened it up and Tammy could see that it was full of mangy looking rats. Before she could gather her wits and scream, Phil poured the rodents in through the window and let them scamper all over Tammy's body.
The two men returned to their lovemaking, ignoring Tammy completely. The girl shuddered at the feel of the slimy rats crawling all over her trembling body and tried to keep still so that they would not bite her. It was impossible not to squirm in the tight cell, however, and she soon felt them gnawing at her unprotected toes.
Tammy shrieked and struggled but all to no avail. She had been terrified of rats all her life and began to feel that she was living a nightmare. It was as if Phil and Evan had read her mind and discovered all her secret fears. They were torturing her with an efficiency that the Nazis might well have envied.
Phil and Evan got back into position and Phil hastened to shove his huge prick into Evan's well-lubricated bunghole. He slipped it in easily and began to stir it within the handsome director, causing him to moan with ecstasy. Tammy could not help but watch.
Phil buggered Evan for a few minutes and then they decided to switch positions. They disengaged their limbs gingerly and Phil knelt before his friend and began to suck his cock. When Evan was sufficiently hard he guided his friend onto his hands and knees.
Evan shoved his huge prick all the way into Phil's eager ass-hole. It went in easily, as if they had been fucking each other for years. He slammed his body into the other man so that his hairy crotch was resting against Phil's ass. They were enjoying themselves immensely.
Evan came rather quickly, far faster than he had ever filled Tammy with cream. It was quite humiliating but she watched to the end of the performance. Evan bucked forward and then emptied his load into Phil's ass, stepping back to watch his sperm flow out of the tiny hole.
The show was over and they hurried to let Tammy out of her cage. The poor girl collapsed as soon as she had been freed, too tired and humiliated to take care of her abused body. They looked at her with satisfaction and prepared to torture her some more.
"Hey, shouldn't we go down to the studio to finish this thing off?" Phil questioned his employer.
"Yeah, why not," Evan answered him, "it's only fair that she should see the place one last time before we finish with her. Let's get dressed and I'll drive down there."
Tammy knew the place would be closed and wondered what would be in store for her. They gave her her clothing back and she hurried to get dressed, realizing that any thought of escape was useless. She was at their mercy and they would keep a close watch on her.
Soon all three parties were ready to go. They led Tammy out of the basement and she sighed with relief as they saw the sun through the upstairs window. For all she knew it would be the last time Tammy would ever see it. She was pushed into the car and forced to sit between her captors. They weren't taking any chances.
The drive passed quickly. Within twenty minutes they had reached the open gates of the studio. They pulled in to the parking lot and Tammy was dragged into the unlit building. They headed directly for the office where she had first auditioned.
It all seemed like it had happened a hundred years ago. Tammy could hardly recognize the place but knew that she would soon be enlightened. Whatever happened to her at least she would know what really happened at Morgo Productions.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Phil pushed the unfortunate girl into the doorway of Evan's office and sat her down in a chair. He ordered Tammy to strip but decided to leave her in her lingerie. She was clad only in her stockings, high-heeled shoes, panties and brassiere. Phil looked at her with satisfaction.
Evan returned to the room dressed in high black leather boots, black rubber gloves and a tank suit of some stretch material. The top of the garment was cut low, revealing his strong hairy chest. He had a white belt around his waist, a feminine item that clashed with the terrifying outfit.
"Do you recognize this?" he asked Tammy, "it's the whip we used on you your first day here. Just for old time's sake I think I'll whip you with it once again."
So saying, he tied her to the chair, winding ropes around her ankles and binding her wrists behind her. Tammy looked up at him with a pitiful expression on her beautiful face. He was as hard and unmoving as a rock and she realized that she would be shown no mercy.
Evan brandished the whip high over his head and brought it crashing down onto Tammy's chest. It cut through the thin fabric of her brassiere and raised an ugly welt on her heaving tits. Evan smiled with satisfaction and continued to beat her until his arm tired from the strain.
Phil took over and began to whip Tammy even harder. He was tireless and strong and soon Evan had to restrain him from doing Tammy permanent injury. They stopped momentarily and then Evan resumed the punishment, going around behind Tammy to whip her on the back.
Tammy shrieked as the lash bit into her unprotected skin. Evan was a true master with the whip and she could not help but react to his strokes. He whipped her so gently that she could not help but cry out for more. She had discovered at last that she was a masochist, a girl who needed pain and found it sexually irresistible.
"More, more," she screamed, "can't you hit me any harder than that? Please beat me, whip me until I bleed. I can't stand this kind of torture."
Evan looked at her with surprise, wondering where she found such well-springs of sensuality. He walked around in front of her, fully willing to accede to her perverse wishes. There was plenty of time to deal with her later in the day as they had the whole studio to themselves.
"Is that better, honey?" he asked as he brought the lash down across her now naked tits. "Am I hitting you hard enough or do you need some more."
"Yes, more," Tammy gasped, surprising even herself with her demands for abasement. "I want to be punished, I want to be whipped harder and harder."
It was a challenge that could not be resisted. Evan swung harder and harder until Tammy practically fell out of the chair. She began to cry and whimper until he was sure that she had had enough. It was a signal to increase the power and frequency of his strokes.
"What's the matter with you?" he taunted, "I thought you wanted more. I wasn't hitting you hard enough before but now you're changing your tune aren't you?"
"Stop," Tammy screamed, "you're killing me. It felt so good at first but now it's tearing me to pieces. I'll do anything for you if you'll only stop. I'll blow you or let you fuck me up the ass. Wouldn't you like that?"
Phil and Evan laughed at the naive girl, wondering how much it would take to convince her that they had no desire for her undeniably beautiful body. The conceit of the girl was too much to bear and Evan found new strength and desire to whip her into submission.
"Tell us how disgusting you are," he demanded, crashing the whip into her bleeding tits. "We want to hear what an ugly perverted animal you are."
Tammy would have done anything to get rid of her captors. "Yes," she replied, "I'm ugly and disgusting. A slave to my stinking cunt. I'll do anything for a man because I'm a filthy pervert. I'm not even good enough to whip." It was a good try, but the psychology was too primitive and she received a harder beating for her troubles.
"That's not good enough," Phil taunted her, "tell us how grateful you are for being whipped. You know we're wasting a lot of time on your ugly worthless body."
"I'm shit," Tammy screamed as the lash bit into her shoulders. "I'm filthy and rotten. Thank you for teaching me how rotten and shitty I really am. I'll remember you for the rest of my life. Please whip me some more."
It was the perfect reaction and Phil and
Evan smiled at each other with complete satisfaction. They had humiliated Tammy beyond measure and now it was time to give her the royal tour of the studios. She was untied and stripped and they decided on a new costume for her.
Tammy was forced to don an owl's head, a huge heavy mask that weighed her down so that she could hardly walk. Evan pasted a whole bucket full of feathers onto her body and then made her wear a pair of bird's feet. He found a chair and used a pair of clamps to attach it to her cunt.
Tammy screamed out in pain as the clamps bit into her tender labia. She was let out of the office and into the main studio, where all the torture machines had been left out in preparation for the next day's work. It was easy to see that she would be given another taste of torture.
They led her to the wheel where she had been fucked by Zelda and hastened to attach her arms and legs to the frightening structure. Phil unsheathed the wooden stake she had seen before and walked over to her and shoved it up her cunt. It hurt terribly and Tammy soon felt herself bleeding internally. The ropes bit into her flesh but it was nothing compared to the pain in her snatch.
They cut her down quickly, not wanting to waste their time on such feeble tortures. Tammy looked around and noticed with surprise that Zelda had been watching her. It figured that the treacherous brunette would be in league with the two monsters and Tammy closed her eyes in resignation.
"Why don't we stop fucking around and show her the real thing?" Zelda suggested. "After all, where she's going she'll never get to see it again."
Phil and Evan agreed to the suggestion and led Tammy into a small anteroom she had never seen before. It contained two wooden coffins, familiar props around the studio. Phil led her to the first coffin and slowly opened the heavy wooden top. It creaked and groaned and Tammy soon saw the confirmation of her worst fears.
Vorga was lying in the box with a stake through his heart and a pained expression on his hideous face. He was still alive but had such a weird look on his tortured face that she could see he was in agony. It was no surprise when the other coffin was opened. The monster was lying there in a similarly helpless state.
Tammy thought quickly and realized that the two unfortunate monsters were captives just like herself. She had no idea of how they had been brought to the studio but knew that they too would have liked to escape. If only they could combine forces, but that was too far-out to hope for.
The three captors looked at the intelligent girl with satisfaction. Now she understood everything and they could get rid of her with a clear conscience. Vorgas and the monster would have to go as well but there was no hurry to dispose of such useful actors. They could be employed in another movie or two before being put out of the way.
Tammy was led out of the room and back into the main studio. The two coffins were wheeled in with her, so that she would be able to watch the two monsters as she was being tortured. It was another master-stroke of cruelty, something only Evan could have thought of.
Tammy was laid down on the bed in the laboratory and the electrical wires were again attached to her cunt, ass-hole and nipples. She waited for Evan to turn on the current, no longer caring what happened to her. She had been so shocked and humiliated that she wanted only to be beaten into total unconsciousness and forget all about her torments.
Evan turned on the current slowly. It was so weak that Tammy could hardly feel it at first. Then the power went up and the poor girl's limbs began to twitch with pain. Zelda took over the controls and increased the current so much that Tammy practically passed out. She noticed her weariness and once again lowered the electrical charge.
Tammy began to twitch spasmodically. She had no control over her shapely limbs and the electricity was beginning to burn her. Her nipples had swollen hideously and her ass-hole and cunt felt like they were on fire. Zelda smiled and continued to apply the current.
Phil had disappeared momentarily but soon returned with an armload of new equipment. Evan went to turn on the cameras, figuring that they would be able to use the footage in their next film. There was no point wasting Tammy's final opportunity for stardom.
Tammy screamed when she saw their intention. It was bad enough to be tortured and humiliated, but now they were going to use her agony to sell their perverted movies. She struggled on the table, ignoring the pain completely, but the ropes and clamps were too strong to break.
Phil told Zelda to cut the juice, which she did reluctantly. Tammy was released from the table in order to get to her feet. Evan threw a rope up in the air until it had looped over a pulley on the ceiling. He tied Tammy's hands with the other end and prepared to hoist her up.
The innocent blonde was lifted so that her toes were just touching the ground, providing her no support at all. All the weight was on her wrists and her arms soon grew numb from the pressure. Zelda approached her with a dildo in her hand, a huge rubber monstrosity that was studded with sharp edges. She waved it in Tammy's face and prepared to fuck her.
Tammy shuddered as the huge dildo approached her cunt. She had no idea of how she could take in the huge sharp weapon without bleeding to death, but Zelda seemed quite casual about the whole thing. She introduced the rubber organ slowly and gently until it was halfway into Tammy's cunt.
With a grunt of pleasure, Zelda forced the full length of the dildo into Tammy's straining cunt. The girl spread her legs, trying to minimize the friction but the pain was intolerable nonetheless. Phil and Evan looked on, happy to abandon Tammy to Zelda's tender mercies.
Zelda rotated the huge dildo within Tammy's cunt, causing the sharp metal edges to pierce her to the womb. A thin trickle of blood escaped her lovely labia and Phil and Evan soon found themselves wanting to get in on the fun. They pushed Zelda aside and took turns fucking Tammy until she could hardly see straight from the pain and humiliation.
The rope bit into her wrists and she strained to lower herself onto her feet. It was impossible and Tammy was soon forced to give up the attempt. Phil and Evan decided that it was more fun to watch than to participate and gave the dildo back to the passionate Zelda.
Zelda crept up behind Tammy and began to work the huge dildo into her tiny ass-hole. The whole area was already sore from the electrodes and Tammy screamed in agony from the latest abuse. The dildo could barely fit into her cunt and she was sure it would tear her bunghole to pieces.
The big brunette was not to be denied. She worked on Tammy, spreading her tender buttocks with her strong hands, until the dildo had sunk into the narrow opening. Finally she achieved her goal and Tammy felt herself sinking into unconsciousness. She could not quite pass out however, and had to take every stroke of the huge rubber machine.
Zelda buggered her until Tammy was totally stimulated, despite the intense pain. Once again she would be forced to respond to her torturers who would laugh at her passion. Tammy fought against the encroaching orgasm but was helpless to delay it. Zelda was simply too good with the dildo.
The fluids began to drip out of Tammy's cunt and Phil and Evan laughed aloud at her. Zelda redoubled her strokes and soon the poor girl was on the verge of ecstasy. She squirmed and thrashed and then moaned as she let out a copious stream of cunt honey.
The pussy juice flowed down her shapely thighs and dripped down onto the stone floor beneath her. Phil slackened the rope and let the exhausted girl fall to the ground. It was fun to put her through the wringer and he racked his brains to think up some new torture.
Once again it was Evan who came to the rescue. He examined the pile of torture instruments and selected his favorite. It was another dildo, but this one was hollow and without excrescences. He waved it in Tammy's face as if to ask the girl if she knew what to expect.
Phil left the room for a short while and returned with a bucket of crushed ice and another filled with boiling water. Tammy was forced to sit in a chair and could see that the item of furniture had been constructed to bare both her cunt and ass-hole. She would be abused in both orifices.
Phil approached her with the dildo brandished over his head and then lowered it to her dripping cunt. The dildo was neither as hard nor as long as the other and Tammy sighed with relief as it slid into her cunt. Phil smiled at her innocence and prepared to show her what she was in for.
The dildo had a wide scoop-shaped mouth at the end and it was easy to pour in a large dose of ice. The crushed ice careened into Tammy's cunt and at first she found it quite pleasant. It soothed her aching overheated tissues and seemed to numb her of any pain.
Then Phil raised the bucket of boiling water and poured it into the dildo. Tammy shrieked with agony. It was hot enough by itself, but in contrast to the ice it was really intolerable. Her cunt expanded and contracted until she thought the muscles would be permanently distorted.
Phil gave her little chance to respond or get used to the hot water. He followed it with another dose of the ice and once again Tammy tried to rip herself from the chair. The ice made her muscles contract which served only to increase the pain. Her whole body began to quiver and shake as if she were suffering a high fever.
"Go ahead," Zelda urged him, "shove it up her ass. It hurts more that way and she's almost enjoying it."
Phil went behind Tammy and tipped the chair over so that she would have fallen off it if her hands and ankles had not been bound. Her whole weight rested on her forehead and her ass was left completely vulnerable. It hurt at first but she soon adjusted herself to the novel and uncomfortable position.
Tammy looked quite ridiculous balanced on her head and Zelda and Evan burst into laughter as Phil shoved the dildo into her ass. The blood rushed to Tammy's head but she hardly noticed it, worried as she was about the abuse that was sure to follow. Phil gave her a friendly pat on the ass and made sure that the dildo was firmly secured.
The blonde strongman then lifted the bucket of ice over his head and with some difficulty managed to decant it into the funnel at the back of the dildo. The load of crushed ice slid into Tammy's ass-hole and she shuddered as it froze her to the marrow. It was quite a sight and her captors cheered her on as Tammy struggled to escape.
Phil quickly replaced the ice with boiling water and Tammy screamed with agony as the heat overcame the ice and left her sweating and quavering in her uncomfortable position.
Phil gave her three doses from each bucket and then turned to his friends for further suggestions.
Zelda reached into her purse and discovered-that she had brought her lunch along. The quick-thinking brunette found a package of salt and pepper and a plastic envelope of mustard. She handed them to Phil with a devilish smile on her pretty face and told him what to do.
"Mix it up and give it to her," she suggested. "Poor Tammy probably hasn't had a thing to eat today."
The irritating liquid drove her wild. Tammy would have given anything to be able to scratch her agonized rectum but did not dare ask her tormentors for permission. They stood around and watched her suffering, without an ounce of compassion in their leering faces.
Finally they tired of the game and untied Tammy from the seat. The girl was forced to squat on the ground while the ice and mustard ran out of her aching ass-hole. It was time for a new torture to begin and Zelda ran over to the various instruments of destruction to find a new toy.
Tammy watched them with glazed unseeing eyes as they waded through the instruments like a bunch of school children under a Christmas tree. She was almost beyond caring about herself anymore, as if she had been tortured so much that she could barely notice it anymore.
Zelda came up with a long wooden pole, sharpened along its ragged edges. The pole was set up between two sawhorses and Tammy was forced to straddle it. The splinters dug into her thighs and labia but she was determined not to complain. Zelda looked at her as if Tammy were being a bad sport and looked for something more painful.
Zelda found a most unusual brassiere, made out of thick leather and with spikes coming out of the inside of the large cups. She walked over to Tammy and fitted it around the helpless girl's shoulders. It was a perfect fit and the spikes dug into Tammy's tits until she screamed with pain.
The garment was designed as much to humiliate as hurt its victim. On the outside it was painted in pastels to resemble a child's garment. The slogan, "beat me please," was lettered onto the elastic back-strap. Tammy's face was soon distorted with pain and her eyes filled with tears.
Evan straddled the board, taking care not to let it brush against his prick and balls, and hugged Tammy viciously. She shrieked with agony as he crushed her tender body against his muscular chest, forcing the spikes further into her much-abused titties.
"Let her up," Zelda shouted. "I found a girdle that'll fit her perfectly. I always thought that ass of hers was a little too fat and this should shape it nicely."
Tammy was released from the pole and forced to don the girdle, which was of the same design as the agonizing bra. A pair of tight black nylon stockings that dug viciously into her legs completed the outfit. Phil decided to play the clown and bowed low as he asked her to dance.
Tammy had no choice but to obey. Phil crushed her in his powerful arms and began to waltz across the floor. He kept the poor girl tightly ensconced in his arms and bit into her soft white neck as they danced. Tammy could hardly keep her eyes open, so exhausted was she by the long day of torment and degradation.
Evan cut in on the action and then Zelda too insisted on having a dance. Each was more brutal than the next but Zelda seemed to be most expert of all. She worked her fingers into the bra strap and pulled at it, tightening the garment so that the spikes dug ever deeper into Tammy's boobs.
At last the three torturers tired of the game. Evan pulled the garments from Tammy's body and they sat her down to prepare for the next round of humiliation. They decided to use the actual film equipment on her, something they had neglected to at that point.
First Phil took a long roll of film and forced it inch by inch into Tammy's twat. He pulled at it violently and the film emerged covered with blood and pussy juice. He did this again and again and then switched to the unfortunate girl's ass-hole. It was a tight fit but he was not to be denied and made her go through the procedure once again.
Zelda separated a film can and made Tammy squat on it while it was balanced on its edge. The sharp metal dug into the poor girl's shapely thighs and Pil and Evan helped her as she strove to maintain the impossible position. Zelda returned with a can full of developer fluid and held Tammy's thighs open to pour it into her cunt.
The acidic solution bit into Tammy's tender pussy walls and seemed to scorch her dry. It was an incredibly painful sensation and seemed to tear her to pieces. The fluid was replaced by fixer, a basic solution that reacted with the acid to form a crusty deposit on her cunt.
Nor were Tammy's torments yet to end. Phil mixed up a cocktail of all the chemicals and developing fluids he could find and spread her out in a chair. He poured them down her cunt and used his gloved hands to work the acidic fluid into her tender pussy.
Tammy was allowed to wash out her cunt at the sink and hastened to do so before her captors changed their minds. The water soothed her irritated tissues but she knew that they were only softening her up for the next round of torture. Despite herself Tammy was wondering what they could possibly come up with next.
Her three tormentors indeed seemed to have run out of ideas. The whole studio had been ransacked and they could find no new instrument of torture. Tammy was tied loosely to a chair in the corner and told to behave. She shuddered at the thought of the consequences of disobedience but insisted on tying the knots and checking their firmness.
The three torturers left the room momentarily, forgetting all about Tammy. The brave girl tugged at the ropes and to her own surprise managed to release herself from bondage. Still, her situation was little improved unless she could think of some way of overcoming her captors.
She considered her plight for a few moments and then decided that she had but one alternative. She must free Vorgas and the monster and try to get them to help her escape. It seemed-likely that they must hate Phil and Evan as much as she and perhaps they would go along with her plan.
She opened the coffins as quietly as possible and tried to pull the stake from Vorgas's chest. It was quite a struggle but she managed at last. Vorgas groaned with agony as the stake came out of his heart and looked up at Tammy with a pathetic look on his face.
"Listen carefully," she whispered, "I hope you can understand me. Those maniacs are going to kill all of us if we don't get out of here in a hurry. We'll have to fight our way to freedom. Let me release the monster."
Vorgas seemed incapable of speech but made no move to binder Tammy as she freed the monster. The monster got up from his coffin with a fierce look on his face but seemed to understand that Tammy had freed him from captivity. The two freaks looked at each other and then nodded at Tammy. They would go along with her plan.
Tammy reached back to her seat and fixed the ropes loosely around her wrists and ankles. The two monsters hid behind their coffins waiting for a signal to attack. Before long Evan and Phil and Zelda returned and looked at Tammy with delight. They had their hands full of things that Tammy did not care to look at too closely.
"Well, my dear," Evan addressed her sarcastically, "I think we've come to the end of the road at last. Now that you know all about us there's only one thing that we can do about you. I'm sorry, really I am, for you were one of the best actresses we ever had. It's really too bad."
"But couldn't you just let me go," Tammy asked, using all her skill as an actress. "I mean, I wouldn't tell anyone about the studio and you could go on without me."
"That's a chance we're not prepared to take," Phil answered her. "We've got to get rid of you Tammy, and your two monster friends as well."
Tammy jumped out of her seat and yelled out for Vorgas and the monster to attack. They came running out from behind their coffins and began to grapple with Phil and Evan. Tammy decided to handle Zelda herself. It was only right that she have a hand in her own salvation.
The fight did not last long. Tammy and her friends were more than a match for the cowardly Phil and Evan. Zelda soon succumbed and pleaded for mercy. Tammy ignored her at first and watched with pleasure as Vorgas and the monster worked over her former captors.
Finally, she ordered them to stop before they destroyed the studio completely. It was time to go, time to get away from Morgo Productions and look for a new job. As for Vorgas and the monster, who could tell what they would do in the future. At least they would be out of Evan's clutches.
Tammy ordered her friends to tie up the three captors and walked out of the studio waving farewell. She would leave them alone in the future, knowing that they would no longer be able to hurt her. She was a girl with plenty of talent and most likely there would be other more normal studios that would be interested in her services.
