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The Hidden Camera
Chapter 7
She awoke with a start, with a stifled scream in her throat as
she sat
up, rigid, wild-eyed. Almost as quickly, she groaned aloud and held
her head
with both hands and fell back on the bed. One swift glance before pain
shot
through her head and eyeballs told her she was at home. She fell back
with a
low moan. At least she was home, in her own bed. She was safe.
Her hangover was monumental. She had never had one before in her
whole
life and she wondered how she was going to get through the day.
Then events started happening. So much happened so fast that she
almost
forgot her hammering headache. A new kind of sickness was to overtake
her:
fear! In a few minutes Nancy was going to feel something not many
people care
to experience or know: she was going to find out what it was like to be
blackmailed.
The door to the bedroom opened and Nancy gasped, pulling the
covers up.
She sighed with relief as she saw it was Rita. Good old Rita with a
cold glass
of tomato juice in one hand and a fizzing glass of Bromo Seltzer in the
other.
Without saying a word, she offered the Bromo to the grateful young wife
who
took it with trembling hands and gulped it down. Next, she grabbed the
tomato
juice and gulped. Anything wet tasted good. Rita sat on the edge of
the bed
and looked down. She seemed different to Nancy; a little woe-be-gone,
a little
defeated. Nancy assumed she was suffering from a hangover too. Rita
looked
down at her hands and bit her lip. Tears, like glistening slivers,
welled up
in her eyes. She looked down at Nancy and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Nancy put a protective hand on her own fevered forehead and
nodded. "God,
I've never felt so awful in all my life. Rita..." she looked up at her
old
school friend. "I... I don't remember everything. I... I guess I got
kind of
out of bind"
Rita brushed her tears away and smiled bravely. "You were
just...
carried away, that's all"
"I'm so ashamed."
"Don't be."
"Rita," she gripped her friends hand. "Promise me one thing.
Promise me
you'll never tell Allan. Above all, he mustn't know."
Rita looked away, starting to cry again.
Nancy propped herself up on one elbow, holding the sheet up in
front of
herself to cover her nudity. "Rita, what's the matter? What did I do?
Did I
say something awful or did I do something terrible?" She looked around
suspiciously. "Say, how did I get here?"
Rita controlled herself. "You passed out, and Tom and I brought
you
home. You didn't do or say anything. In fact, the owners of the bar
were a
little worried when you passed out. They were worried about a lawsuit,
so they
helped us get you dressed, and Tom and I brought you home. I undressed
you and
got you to bed."
Nancy sank back on the pillow again. "Thank God."
"It's not what you think."
"Huh?"
"It's not what you think," Rita went on in a hard voice. "My
life.
Tom's. He was a different person when I first met him. Now... it's all
different. It's not what you think."
Nancy was feeling too awful to fully comprehend what Rita was
trying to
tell her. "What do you mean?"
Rita was obviously upset and barely controlling herself. "Tom and
me...
it's not what it looks like. Tom is drinking too much and... he's
different."
"Rita, what are you getting at."
Rita seemed grateful for the chance to talk. For the first time
Nancy
noticed how hollowed her eyes were and how her hands shook. "Tom found
some
weaknesses in me. He saw it. We make so much money, but we're always
in debt.
Tom says you have to spend money in order to make money. He drinks too
much...
and... well... some of the parties get a little... raw."
Nancy nodded. "Like last night."
Rita shrugged. "Last night was really pretty tame compared to
some...
parties."
Both girls were silent, looking questioningly at one another.
Rita's
hands were clenched together in her lap. "You see... Tom knows...
well, he
knows I like to do certain things. And... well, each client is more
important
than the last. Tom puts out money to make connections and the clients
are
getting bigger and bigger and... they want more."
Again, they were silent, looking at one another. Rita tried to
manage a
smile. "Tom uses me. Uses my body. He's going to use yours."
Nancy sat up in bed, her hangover forgotten. "Rita, do you know
what
you're saying?"
Tears welling again, Rita could only nod. "I need a drink," she
managed
to choke. She staggered up from the bed and across the room. At the
door she
bumped into Tom. He laughed and stepped aside, somewhat unsteady on
his feet.
Rita ran from sight, and Nancy checked her covering and sank back
into
bed. Tom stood by the door with an inevitable drink in his hand, his
face red
and beefy, a drunken smile on his face. "Knock, knock," he said.
"What's the matter with Rita?" Nancy asked, her voice calm and
cool.
Tom sauntered into the room, casually waving a hand, "You know
how women
are. Probably hung over. Say, speaking of little old hangovers, how's
our
little old star, huh?" He came to the edge of the bed and grinned down
at her.
"Tom, I'm ashamed of what I did."
Drunkenly, he waved a hand. "Don't be. Was great, jus' great."
He
drank, winking at her and pointing at the glass. "Little old
hair-of-the-dog.
Have one?"
Nancy groaned and felt her stomach churn. "Tom, would you leave
for a
moment? I want to get dressed."
"Why?" he leered. "I've seen you. Oh, almost forgot. Got
something for
you." He casually reached into his jacket pocket and brought out an
envelope.
He tossed it on the bed. "Little something for you."
Curious, Nancy picked the envelope up and opened it. It was
heavy with
glossy pictures... snapshots of her. She gasped. There she was, stark
naked
and being pawed by strange men with tattoos on their arms and leers on
their
faces! Her own expression was one of drunken abandon and wild
ungovernable
excitement. She looked up, nostrils flaring, at a grinning Tom. "Any
of those
you want blown up, just let me know."
"You... you..." words failed her as her face reddened in shame
and anger.
"You... scum!"
He frowned then grinned again. "That's a little harsh, I'd say."
"You took these?"
"Thought maybe you'd like a little memory of a wild night.
Something to
look at on a long winter night. Something for you and Allan to enjoy."
Nancy stared up at his red, grinning face. She was too stunned
and angry
to say anything. She looked at the pictures once again. There were no
negatives in the envelope. She looked up at him with real hatred and
fear
coming over her. Quietly, she asked, "Okay, what do you want?"
"Well, for one thing, I want another drink. Nice Scotch Allan
keeps."
"Don't be funny. How much?"
Tom shrugged and looked innocent. "I don't know what you mean."
One lacquered fingernail tapped the envelope. "How much do you
want for
the pictures and negatives? You're blackmailing me, aren't you?"
Tom looked incredulous. "Me? Blackmail? Oh, baby, have you got
the
wrong idea. Listen... I just took those because I thought you'd like
having
them. Honest! Hell, it was just a joke."
Nancy looked at him dubiously. "Honest? I can have the
negatives?"
"Hell, yes! I don't have them with me. Listen, I want us all to
be
friends! Blackmail? Believe me, that's the farthest thing from my
mind. Hell,
all we have to do is go on being friends. Hell, I don't want you doing
anything that you don't really enjoy."
Nancy frowned, a cold bar of fear forming in the pit of her
stomach.
"What?"
Tom waved a beefy hand and was very casual. "I'm whipping up
something
for a client. Be nice if you were there, you know, just to... well,
entertain
a little."
"Entertain?"
"Yeah, you know. Fool around. Like last night. I wouldn't ask
you to
do anything that you wouldn't want to do."
"Tom, are you serious?" She sat up in bed, holding a sheet
around her
big pointed breasts.
Tom's expression changed completely. He went from a benign
chuckling
state, to a nasty seriousness. "You'll see just how serious I am if
you don't
show up when and where I tell you!"
"T... Tom, you're... insane!"
"Am I?" His boozy bloodshot eyes stared down at her. "We'll
see.
Listen, I don't want money from you. All I want you to do is what
you're dying
to do and haven't got enough guts."
"W... what?"
"Don't try to snow me. I know what you're like under all that
good
breeding and debutante crap. Listen, I saw you during that movie."
His beefy
face was thrust in front of hers and she could smell the alcohol on his
breath.
With a sudden snarl and a swiftness and strength that surprised her, he
snatched at the sheets and pulled them down. Involuntarily, Nancy
huddled
defensively, putting her legs together and putting her hands over her
breasts
and pubic hair. Tom smirked down at her naked cowering. "See... I
know what
you're like. I watched you watching that Scorpio film. Well, I'm
going to
tell you something." His voice dropped low. "I'm going to stage a
thing just
like that. I'm going to set it up, and guess who's going to star?
You!"
Nancy was speechless with horror as she tried to hide her
defenselessly
naked body from his contemptuous gaze.
He laughed harshly. "Okay, blackmail. If you want those
pictures back,
you'll do it. You'll do as I say and when I say it. If not... copies
go to
your husband, old Allan the stuff shirt, and copies go to the Board of
Allan's
bank. In fact, I'll sell those pies anywhere I can. That's it."
"You filthy scum!"
Tom straightened up with an easy grin. "Maybe, but you be there
or
explain a lot to Allan. I'm sure he'll understand."
"Drunken bastard!"
Tom looked at his empty glass and nodded. "Maybe. But you'd
better be
there when I call." He chuckled, wagging his head. "I don't know why
I'm
going on about it. Hell, you'll be there."
She flared up, almost shouting. "What gives you that wild idea?"
He looked at her for a minute before he spoke. When he spoke, it
was
with a voice that was quiet and easy, carrying the conviction of truth.
"You'll
be there. You'll come and I'll give you the negatives. But you'll be
there,
because you really want to be there. You're basically an exhibitionist
at
heart... an exhibitionist and a masochist... and an over-sexed broad."
Nancy was too stunned. Stupidly, she said, "What?"
He went on, quiet, confident. "You love it, Nancy. You're dying
for it.
Admit it, you loved it all, the motion picture, the men last night!"
"N... no!"
"You love it. I'm an alcoholic, but I know what you are, and
you'll be
there." He sauntered to the bedroom door and held up the glass.
"Thanks for
the drinkee-poo and I'll be calling you." He stepped out, closing the
door,
leaving Nancy to face herself.
And that had been the beginning of it all. The blackmail had
started
with that one drunken night. And it was as if Nancy Dodge had fallen
into a
quagmire of quicksand; the more she struggled, the deeper she went into
the
evil... and her torment and guilt knew no bounds.
Tom Nelson had been right. She had gone. She had driven to the
estate
of Fred Hartman for the first time and met Tom. He had been half-drunk
and
smug, sure of himself. Like he had said, she had gone. She had to.
Tom was
clever... he arranged the party to coincide with Allan being out of
town.
Besides, he was right! She was in a state of near sexual frenzy for
days before
the party. On the day of the party, she did housework and shopping,
but she
could think of nothing else. By afternoon, she was drinking and so
horny and
excited that she could barely contain herself.
She drove slowly, carefully, so sexually excited she could barely
see the
road. She told herself she had to go... she was being blackmailed.
And... the
very thought of being forced to do something lewd against her will set
off a
flood-wall of lust in her. The more she drank, the more reckless she
became...
just once, once to give in to raw lust and depravity... two men...
other
things!!
The more excited she became, the more controlled her behavior.
She was
calculating and carefully dressed as she left the house. She was cool
and
remotely polite as she was introduced to Fred Hartman. She looked at
him and
didn't know he was a man who would change her life. He was polite and
lofty...
tall and thin and bored looking. Nancy noticed that everyone treated
her with
great politeness. Rita was no where to be seen, and the party
consisted of
only a handful of middle-aged men who looked successful.
She was led to a guest room where her every wish was attended to.
She
had a private and luxurious bath and food and fine Scotch to drink. A
man, a
servant and chauffeur that Nancy was going to come to know as Herman,
showed
her a cigarette box carved out of teakwood. "Hashish, mam. It would
help if
you had some." Nancy didn't... that first time... but later she came
to need
and rely on it.
She had a television set that Herman turned on. "Closed
circuit," he
explained as he left the room.
Nancy gazed at the set and saw a film of a naked young girl
writhing on
the bed. Cynically, she smiled. They were going to show her smokers,
porny
films, to get her in the mood. With a fatalistic masochism that made
her feel
depraved and excited, she poured herself a drink and watched the lewd
and
obscene conduct on the television.
They gave her all the time in the world to get ready. She
thought they
would come for her and rip her clothes off and drag her out to be
ravished and
raped. They didn't. They gave her time to think... and drink. They
gave her
time to look at the teakwood box. She looked more closely at it: a
naked
couple were carved on the lid, writhing together, their mouths sucking
on each
other's genitals.
She looked away and drank. They gave her plenty of time to get
acquainted with her surroundings. They gave her time to watch the
closed
circuit TV. She saw a close-up of a naked man sitting in a chair. His
erection was enormous and obscene. A young girl... very young... was
obediently kneeling between his thighs and holding the shaft of his
hard cock
with her fingers. Her tongue lashed out and wantonly curled around the
swelling mushroom head. Her wet lips played slippery tricks, sliding
and
sucking the very tip of the lust-thickened penis. The girl's lewd
teasing was
obviously having its effect on the man... he grabbed her head brutally
with
both his hands and, at the same time, savagely thrust his hips upward
and
forward, sinking his thick shaft of hard flesh deep in the girl's
mouth. Nancy
watched the girl's face as she closed her eyes and her wet lips closed
tightly
around the shaft... and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
Nancy drained her glass and turned from the TV. She looked in a
wall
mirror, seeing her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure
that
even her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her carnage, slightly
drunk. It
was real... it simply wasn't real that she was here, on an estate,
about to do
something lewd. What was it Tom had said? Scorpio. The word sent a
deliciously depraved thrill through her. Hastily, she poured herself
another
drink before returning to the mirror.
She stood looking in the mirror, taking in her own figure,
turning this
way and that. It was an incredible figure, fully developed... soft in
the
right places and curved. She smiled at her image again and was proud
of it.
She drank and turned to the TV. The young girl was naked now sitting
in the
chair. The man was kneeling in front of her and had forced the young
thing to
put her legs up on the arms of the chair. Her knees were hooked over
the arms
of the chair and her full firm thighs were obscenely split wide open.
Apparently it wasn't enough to satisfy the man who roughly spread the
girl's
eagerly trembling legs even wider apart, forcing her to shove her
glistening
pink cunt forward to the edge of the chair. The man grinned lewdly and
slowly
spread the wetly throbbing lips of the girl's pussy before lasciviously
burying
his face into the hair-lined opening.
Nancy groaned aloud and her free hand brushed over her own
stomach and
groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh and nerves like a slow warm
syrup... if she kept watching the screen, she knew she was going to
become
insanely horny. She poured herself still another drink and tried not
to think
of what she was involved in. She ignored the TV and went to the
bathroom to
see what it was like. It shocked her: The walls were covered with
excellent
photographs of men and women naked, fondling one another. Scenes of
graphic
sex had her panting a little. She fled the bathroom and had to look at
the TV
screen again. The girl was still in the chair, but now her head was
flailing
back and forth with an abandoned passion as her hips churned and ground
wildly
upward against the man's tongue darting, licking, and stabbing deep
into her
wantonly writhing cunt. Nancy moaned... just once... a sound of hunger
and
despair.
They gave her plenty of time... time to watch the TV and look at
the
teakwood box and the photos and murals in the bathroom... time to
drink. They
gave her so much time she began to think they had forgotten about her.
By the time they did come to get her... she was more than
ready... giddy
with drink and half naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she
sprawled in
a chair, one leg swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up to expose
the white
crotch band of her panties. Her dress was open in the front and her
brassiere
unclasped, allowing a good view of her beautifully rounded mounds. Her
long
black hair was wild and gypsy-like. She grinned up at Herman and Ben
who had
to fetch her.
"Hi."
She was actually ready to fuck both of them right there, ready
for an
orgy right in the chair. Her loins were hungrily throbbing, achingly
teasing
her. She had been alone for two hours, thinking of the Scorpio sex
rites and
of her strip-tease in the Cicero bar and all those greedy masculine
hands all
over her. She had sat watching the films on closed circuit TV and
wondered if
she was going to be filmed thus furthering her blackmail... and
depravity. She
had wandered back into the bathroom and taken her time, looking at each
of the
photos and murals. She had sat and watched obscene sex on TV and had
time to
think. Plenty of time... and plenty of Scotch. By the time they came
to get
her, she was in the mood for an almost suicidal orgy... one wantonly
abandoned
fling in her life... one time.
By the time they came to get her she wasn't thinking at all
clearly...
and she didn't care to! She was feeling!
Herman and Ben smiled at her almost maliciously as they ordered
her to
her feet. They grinned at one another as she slowly swung her leg down
and got
up, eyeing them with a wicked smile.
Herman cleared his throat. "Take your clothes off."
They stood looking at her with insinuating smiles and politely
waited for
her to strip. Nancy felt a certain kind of lewdness in their attitude.
It was
exciting stripping naked so casually in front of two strange men. With
a
shiver of promised delights, she wondered what they were going to do to
her.
She stripped very quickly down to her brassiere and panties and stood
looking
at the men defiantly, her huge breasts, heavy and as well-rounded as
musk-melons, proudly thrust out. She noted the effect on Herman and
Ben and
was pleased.
Slowly, taking her time and driving both of the men wild, she
undid the
clasp to her brassiere. Her softly lascivious breasts were closely
confined by
the material of the brassiere. They seemed to swell right before the
men's
hungry eyes. They spread out wantonly... almost brazenly as Nancy
smirked,
seeing how Herman clenched his fists and how Ben ground his teeth
together. She
discovered facets of her soul and feelings she never dreamed she
possessed...
she enjoyed teasing the animals. Letting the tip of her tongue wetly
lick her
lips, she thrust her hips and pelvis insolently forward. She stood
with her
hands on her flaring hips, naked save for flimsy bikini panties.
Slowly,
brazenly, jutting her hips even more obscenely forward, she rolled the
material
of her panties down. They were skin-tight on her voluptuous body and
she
peeled them slowly down, the red tip of her tongue wetly sticking out
of her
mouth, her big beautiful eyes merry and impudent.
Almost sadistically... sadism being the other side of the
masochistic
coin... she peeled and rolled the panties down until they resembled
nothing
more than an inadequate G-string. Intuitively, she knew what would
arouse the
men even more, and so she slowly and insolently turned around, allowing
them a
hungry view of her almost naked buttocks and the lascivious way her
firmly
rounded ass-cheeks rocked and undulated one against the other as she
shifted
her weight.
She turned and faced the men again brazenly taking her time,
watching the
bodyguard-butler Ben wipe the back of his hand over his cruel mouth...
her eyes
darting to take in Herman's hand and how he barely resisted the impulse
to rip
her panties off her voluptuous body that was so tauntingly displayed in
front
of him. Nancy smiled, "So near and yet so far."
"Hurry up!"
"Why?" She mocked them, her eyes innocently wide.
Menacingly, Herman stepped toward her and, with a little
irritating
laugh, Nancy pulled the panties down and let them fall silently and
softly to
the floor. Hands posed temptingly on her hips, she stepped back and
let both
hungry men take in her lasciviously naked form.
Herman broke the silence, turning to the door. "Come on, Mr.
Hartman is
waiting."
Nakedly brazen, Nancy strolled to me door that Herman held open
for her
with Ben tensely following. She walked down a long hall with her proud
buttocks rocking back and forth. She felt amazingly alive... every
nerve in
her body was throbbing with a wild implacable excitement and lust. She
enjoyed
being obscenely naked in front of these men and driving them wild.
Passing a
mirror, she glanced and noted with satisfaction mat neither man could
take his
eyes from her seductively undulating body.
The hall led into a big room full of cigar smoke and men standing
around
talking. A silence fell over the room as the trio walked in, Nancy
with her
hands impudently and provocatively placed on her hips. With a slightly
drunken, superior smile, she glanced around the room. Fred Hartman,
tall and
austere, was quietly watching her, that almost clinical look of
detachment on
his face. All of me other occupants were men... Rita was nowhere to be
seen...
Tom was leaning heavily against the wet bar in one corner, pouring
himself
still another drink. His face was beet-red and he was very drunk...
perhaps
not even aware that Nancy was there. All the other men were older...
in their
forties and fifties. One man with graying hair looked at Nancy with an
evil
smirk. "Well, well, this is a nice piece of dessert."
Nancy stuck her tongue out brazenly and sauntered away from the
men like
a showgirl, her naked hips switching, her voluptuous ass twitching
temptingly.
The men looked at her walk and then one another, laughing lewdly and
with a
barely contained excitement.
She was helped up on a small platform at one end of the room. The
platform contained a big bed and nothing else. The platform was draped
by
black velvet, showing off her naked flesh to every advantage. The
moment she
stepped up on the platform, the lights began to dim and soon she was
alone,
standing in a cone of soft light.
She smiled brazenly, not losing her sudden lewd confidence. She
gazed out
at the darkness, hearing the appreciative murmur of the men as they
settled
themselves comfortably around the stage. Dimly, she could see the tall
thin
figure of Fred Hartman settling into a chair right in front of her.
Then, something happened... something happened to make Nancy's
insolence
vanish.
It was a sound... it was the sound of a whip whistling
dangerously
through the air and culminating with a nasty crack -- like a gun shot
-- as it
snapped. The whip hissed again and again and Nancy's face became
startled and
afraid. It was going to be like the Scorpio sex rites! In all her
lewd
excitement and new found power, she had forgotten!
Swaying drunkenly, she attempted to leave the stage. She found
Ben and
Herman at either side, and the menacing expression on their faces told
her they
were in no mood for any more of her brazen defiance. She backed away,
looking
around desperately, trying to find a way out.
Before she could move, the black velvet curtains were snapped
aside and
there stood Rita with a whip in her hand!
It was almost as if time itself stopped! Nothing, no one moved!
Everyone
looked at Rita standing there so wantonly threatening, so wildly
obscene! She
wore nothing but high-heeled black boots that came up to just below her
knee
and a black mask that covered her eyes. She stood there with her legs
wide
apart, magnificently lewd with her fully ripened breasts jutting out.
Completely naked, she idly swished the whip back and forth on the
floor. Nancy
could see Rita's eyes behind the mask... they were wild, mad, eagerly
determined. Her whole manner was changed... it wasn't like Rita... it
was like
some she-devil bent on something wicked.
"Thas'h my wife."
It was Tom, from the back of the room, in the dark, by the bar.
The calm voice of Fred Hartman cut through. "Somebody please
show that
idiot out."
His drunken mutterings failed to change the electric atmosphere
in the
room... Rita took no notice. Nancy took slinking steps backwards, away
from
her... instinctively, knowing, sensing that it would do no good to try
and talk
to or reason with Rita. Now she understood why she had cried and was
so upset.
Nancy crouched and cowered, trying to hide her voluptuous nakedness,
realizing
that she and Rita were too much alike... she understood what Rita was
doing and
feeling!
Nancy's futile efforts to cover her quaking limbs and nakedly
quivering
breasts only served to excite her audience even more. Each person
present
realized they were going to see something bizarre and wanton...
something
orgiastic... they could feel it in the very still air of the room...
"On the bed." It was Rita's voice and it wasn't Rita's voice.
Its tone
insinuated a threat and the smutty promise of lewd things.
All Nancy could do was shake her head.
Instantly, maliciously, the whip snapped across the stage and
cracked
sharply next to Nancy's shoulder, making her jump and cower with fear.
"Get on
that bed. Lie down on the bed!" Rita's voice told everyone that she
wouldn't
tolerate any nonsense. In case anyone doubted her, she lazily flicked
the whip
sideways and the men saw the black whip snake its way around the
incredibly
well-formed and slender waist of Nancy. They saw her wince as the tip
of the
whip bit painfully into her tender flesh. She was almost pulled off
balance as
Rita jerked the whip back and stood... menacingly, sexually, with her
legs far
apart, her excitedly moistened cuntal lips glistening in the overhead
spotlight.
Rubbing the painful red spot on her satin stomach, Nancy
fearfully
obeyed, crawling up on the bed and looking beseechingly at Rita who
swaggered
in front of her, grinning cruelly now that she had made the young
dark-haired
wife do something.
Nancy didn't notice Herman and Ben coming up on the platform...
not until
it was too late. She looked up and gasped as they seized her by either
arm,
grabbing her slender wrists in their iron grips. She was forced flat
on her
back and her arms were spread wide and raised above her head. "N...
nnno!" she
pleaded, not knowing what they were going to do to her.
She saw immediately. From under the bed they brought steel cuffs
and
clicked them locked shut over her wrists with a frighteningly final
metallic
sound. The other end of the cuffs were locked to the head of the bed;
she was
caught, pinned, trapped, lying flat on her back with her arms stretched
wide
above her head. She struggled, twisting this way and that, trying to
get free.
She only succeeded in knowing how completely she was trapped. Her
proud young
breasts quivered and spread in an obscene and inviting way. After a
short
struggle, she lay still, panting, her melon-ripe breasts heaving, while
Rita
gloated at the edge of the bed with her mask and boots making her look
lewdly
sexual, contrasting with Nancy's nakedly chained body. She snapped the
whip
around on the floor like a big angry cat swishing its tail. "Spread
your
legs!" Her voice was gloating and grating as she said it.
Nancy closed her eyes. This wasn't what she expected, she didn't
want to
be such a victim, she enjoyed teasing the men. She tried to catch her
breath
and think of what to say or do that would extricate her from this
impossible
position.
The deadly hiss and smack of the whip almost coincided with her
fearfully
wild scream. "AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHAAA!!"
Twice the whip snaked through the air, cutting at her unprotected
flesh,
and when Rita withdrew the whip, Nancy had a livid criss-cross on her
slenderly
smooth belly. Her face was full of pain and fear as, lips quivering
and her
whole body trembling, she quickly spread her legs to avoid further
punishment.
The men in the audience leaned forward, little tight lewd smiles
on their
faces. The girl was trapped and being forced into something... it
would be
interesting to see what happened to her. Already, she had opened her
long lithe
legs obscenely wide, and they could see that she was excited. Already,
the
quivering lips of her tight little cunt were swelling and lewdly
parting,
revealing a glint of sexual moisture in her slit. The men watched as
her
nakedly voluptuous body trembled and she spread her legs wide, bending
her
knees slightly, revealing all her secrets, even down to the tightly
clenched
cheeks of her buttocks.
She lay naked and lewd, frightened, vulnerable. Instinctively,
she
glanced in fear at Herman and Ben. But they were backing off the
platform,
cynical smiles on their faces. Everyone could see a moment of doubt and
puzzlement pass over her face. Then, she looked at the foot of the bed
and saw
Rita who had put her whip aside and crawled up on the bed, her breasts
swaying
heavily beneath her. She crawled up between Nancy's wide spread legs
and
looked down at the girl's loins, at the defenselessly quivering cunt.
In a flash, Nancy knew what was going to happen... she saw it in
the wild
expression in Rita's eyes behind the black mask... she was going to be
forced
into something perverted... they had her trapped and were going to
arouse her
until she accepted something unnatural and depraved... they were going
to make
her perform a perverted act... and they were going to make her like it!
"Pleeeeezzzz... noooooo!"
For an answer, Rita whirled and snatched up the whip. She
crouched
between Nancy's tensely spread thighs and had only to hold the whip up
to
subdue the quaking young housewife. She cowered under Rita, feeling
the livid
red X wildly seared across her stomach by the whip. She tried to avert
her
face and closed her eyes as Rita cupped her warm hand over her wetly
throbbing
cunt. She knew all the men were watching... she could hear them
exchange
whispers.
Obscenely, Rita fondled the tender flesh of Nancy's vagina with
her
cupped hand, stroking slowly up and down and beginning a regular rhythm
while
she bent over the chained brunette's spread-eagled body and let her
tongue
snake out to lick wetly around one erect little nipple. She let her
warmly wet
lips close over the berry-like bud, and her cheeks hollowed as she
sucked
sensuously. All the time, her cupped hand kept a slow massage going on
Nancy's
cunt.
The men sat forward, quiet, attentive, watching Nancy's body as
the
masked girl made an unholy assault on it. It became immediately
obvious that
Rita was enjoying her sadistic role of seducer tremendously. Her
nakedly
dancing breasts heaved with a lewd passion as she crouched on her knees
with
one arm above Nancy... her voraciously sucking mouth flying from one
breast to
the other, leaving the hippies wet with a glistening saliva. All the
time her
hand kept up a grinding motion over the top of Nancy's hotly pulsating
cunt.
Lewdly, brazenly, Rita's hips pumped above Nancy as if she had an
invisible
cock in her own moistly quivering pussy.
Nancy was stretched out with her eyes tightly shut, her face
averted to
one side, her nakedly chained body as tense as steel or harp string.
Every
muscle in her body was straining as she used all her will to resist the
obscenely perverted thing Rita was doing to her.
She tried to deny the spasms of pure pleasure the other woman's
mouth was
giving to her breasts. She screamed in her mind so she wouldn't have
to think
about the smoky excitement smoldering deep in her groin as Rita's bold
hand
stroked her cunt... she tried not to think of the sweetly intense
pleasure she
was feeling... nor did she want to think about the wicked pain she was
feeling
from the lash... the whip had bitten into her and her body was
beginning to
perspire... the perspiration was beginning to sting in the red welts,
and the
pain was mingling, mixing with the pleasure... and the whole feeling
was
becoming something else... something -darkly overwhelming... something
soaring,
wildly masochistic, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing in her body.
Rita abruptly stopped biting and sucking Nancy's breasts and sat
up,
looking down at her cupped hand over her cunt. She was panting, her
ripely
full breasts slowly heaving with pure lust. With one finger, she probed
and
slowly plowed Nancy's passion-swollen vaginal lips apart. The audience
was
silent as Rita's finger spread the naked young cunt and began sliding
up and
down the hair-lined furrow, its passageway becoming more easy as the
finger tip
was lubricated by Nancy's wild, ungovernable excitement.
The men watched as Nancy tensed her body and Rita leaned over
her,
forcing one outstretched middle finger into her wetly waiting pussy.
The
finger popped in a lewd, lubricated ease and sank in up to the second
knuckle
joint. With a wild grin below her black mask, Rita began sawing in and
out of
the defenselessly quivering vagina beneath her.
The men watched the two naked women, watched Rita's finger
fucking
rhythmically in and out, glistening now with the dew of Nancy's
cunt-moisture.
Still, though, through it all; Nancy fought her feelings. Her
body was as
tensed as some giant spring. She would occasionally exhale her
exhausted
breath and inhale again, tensing her chained and helpless young body
once more
against the unholy attack.
Rita grinned sadistically beneath her mask and sawed in and out
of
Nancy's cunt brutally and wildly, determined to arouse the naked young
housewife. She looked grimly evil and perverted as she bent over and
spread
Nancy's cuntal lips so every man in the room could see the wet,
coral-pink
flesh. The masked woman expertly and obscenely ran her thumb over
Nancy's
oiled clitoris, rolling it around, and sending jolts of pure pleasure
surging
through t h e dark-haired housewives trembling body.
Still, Nancy resisted, her eyes shut tight, her head flailing
from side
to side. Her body shuddered as she struggled not to give in to her
growing
perverted pleasure.
Slowly, savagely, Rita stuck two fingers into the wetly
lubricated cunt
and sawed back and forth, finger-fucking her obscenely while all the
men
watched.
Still, she wouldn't give in.
Rita worked hard, tensing her own sensually alluring body over
the
spread-eagled one of Nancy. She finger-fucked her chained friend
unmercifully,
building the rhythm higher and harder.
Still, she didn't give in!
The obscene sight went on for long lewd moments with everyone
intently
watching Nancy's face and body for the first tell-tale sign of her
giving in to
her own all-too-apparent lust. Then Rita looked angry, almost
snarling. With
a jerk of her head, she summoned Herman and Ben up on the platform.
Getting on
either side of the bed, they seized her ankles and jerked the captive
young
woman's shapely legs even wider apart.
Nancy called out with a choking scream that was muffled by the
other
woman's suddenly swooping and kissing her open mouth, the masked and
booted
Rita's hot tongue shooting obscenely into her mouth.
Ben and Herman bent her knees and spread her legs, even splitting
the
fleshy crevice of her buttocks. Rita, a depraved smile on her lips,
let her
tongue lick down over Nancy's neck. All the men watched as the tongue
slid
wetly down over the chained girl's ripely quivering breasts and
traveled down
over her silky smooth stomach and the livid welts.
The audience sat like stones, watching, swallowing, controlling
themselves as they saw Rita's hungry tongue wetly licking the insides
of
Nancy's frantically jerking thighs. No one said a word as she slowly
and
gently placed her thumbs on either side of Nancy's wetly glistening
cunt.
Slowly, sensuously, she spread the swollen cunt-lips and looked at the
cherry-pink wet walls of the girl's vagina. Her tongue poised like a
whip that
had velvet smooth strokes. Everyone could see that Nancy's body was
tensed,
trembling, waiting for the perverted attack.
It came slowly, and gently... and obscenely. Rita let the wet
tip of her
tongue lovingly circle Nancy's erect little clitoris. Her tongue
gently licked
up and down the hotly throbbing vaginal lips, teasing, lashing,
wantonly
provoking.
Nancy hung on as she felt the hot tormenting tongue licking
around the
tingling perimeter of her cunt. She hung on with her whole being
until...
trembling, a tiny moan coming out of her... she felt the tongue-tip
slip lower,
to her frantically quivering buttocks which were being held apart by
Herman and
Ben. She felt Rita's fingers slip down to further spread the pliant
cheeks of
her ass, and then she felt the tongue burning its wet way to her
defenseless
anus. "Aaaaagggghhhhaaaa!" Her cry was torn from her throat as the
maddening
tongue flicked back and forth over her tightly puckering little
opening. It
licked wetly up and down her fleshy crevice, and Nancy knew she had
never felt
anything so brazen, so wildly perverted, so shamelessly obscene... so
exciting... in her life! The searingly lewd thrill that twisted her
voluptuous
young body was like the dam suddenly collapsing... she gave way,
tumbling on
the flood-waters of an obscene lust too pure to be believed.
At the same moment, the masked and booted Rita sensed and felt
her friend
giving in and her head thrust forward, her tongue darting like some
obscene
whip as it lashed its hot way from anus to clitoris. The men in the
room
leaned closer and watched as the wetly licking tongue drove home into
the
warmly aching confines of Nancy's cuntal flesh. They watched while the
tongue
curled, darting deeply into the throbbing pink opening and then began
tongue
fucking the hopelessly aroused young wife who was chained helplessly to
the
bed.
A low, long animal moan came from Nancy's tortured-mouth... her
refined
features were still twisted as her nakedly tormented body writhed and
her hips
began pumping up and down in an obscene parody of fucking. The room
seemed to
explode in excitement... it was obvious that the beautiful, dark-haired
woman
had finally given into her own lust. A depraved smile twitched on her
lust-tightened lips as she writhed lewdly, encouraging the perverted
attack on
her helpless young cunt.
Herman and Ben didn't have to hold her legs anymore... they
stepped back
and watched. Nancy was holding her own thighs obscenely wide as she
thrust her
hotly clasping cunt upward, eager for more of the electrifying tongue.
The men
whispered to one another, eagerly watching Nancy's debasement for their
amusement.
But there was more to come.
Nancy no longer seemed confined; that is, she no longer minded
having her
wrists clasped in cuffs and her arms spread-eagled over her head.
Rather, she
was enjoying the feeling as she wantonly twisted and writhed about. It
was a
deliciously exciting feeling, being so captured and so violated. Her
depraved
face was gunning ecstatically as the cuffs cut into her wrists and
Rita's
tongue darted, like a little red penis, deep into the confines of her
shamelessly aroused pussy.
But her humiliation and decadence were yet to reach a climax...
Rita was
yet to be reckoned with. Rita, crouched on her knees, her hotly
sucking,
licking mouth locked on Nancy's frantic young cunt, her naked back
arched, her
gleaming buttocks sticking out so lewdly... Rita was yet to have her
way! Her
nostrils were flared as she breathed deeply, inhaling the warm perfume
of her
betrayed friend's vagina... her pelvis pumped with an oiled motion.
Clad in
black boots and masked she suddenly whirled like a cat... she was quick
with a
sensuously feline grace whirling quickly, her greedy mouth still
feasting on
Nancy's pussy, she turned her entire body and quickly placed her knees
on
either side of Nancy's head. It was obvious that Rita had done such a
thing
before as the two shamelessly aroused women were poised in a 69
position. Rita
crouched above Nancy and clasped her nakedly spread buttocks, pulling
the
smoothly rounded ass-cheeks apart again. Then she stuck her wet tongue
deep
down into Nancy's wildly quivering vagina once more.
The men watched as Rita's hips moved downward and... Nancy opened
her
eyes to see the other woman's wetly glistening cunt and naked buttocks
poised... legs spread... right above her face. The men watched, eager
wolf-like
smiles on their faces as the beautiful dark-haired girl eagerly lifted
her
head, her neck tensing, her red tongue out, as she strived to lick her
friend's
cunt hanging only inches above her.
Rita complied, lowering her torso and her lewdly writhing hips,
down on
Nancy's beautiful face. The two wanton women let their softly sensuous
bodies
blend together as they buried their faces in each other's pussies and
began
licking, nibbling, sucking at their unholy feast.
In an electrifying silence, Herman and Ben silently stripped
naked,
letting their clothes fall where they may. They stood on the stage
naked,
their thick erect cocks bulging obscenely in front of them. Every man
in the
room felt a throbbing erection... everyone was excited... all save Fred
Hartman. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling, for outwardly,
he was
calm. Judging by his outward behavior' he might have been attending a
mildly
interesting lecture; he showed nothing. He was calm, collected.
Also...
nothing escaped his attention.
Herman and Ben both looked as if they had cocks that were going
to
explode with a massively lewd excitement. Both men looked down at the
bed and
saw Rita's nakedly writhing buttocks over Nancy's face and Rita's mouth
voraciously licking the widespread cunt below her.
With a hoarse cry, Herman crawled on the bed. He crawled between
Nancy's
wantonly spread thighs and wedged himself up toward Rita's head. The
masked
and booted woman sensed his coming and took her mouth from her friend's
lewdly
churning cunt to look up. She watched with a lewd smile as Herman
plunged his
lust-hardened cock deep into Nancy's wetly quivering cunt. She watched
Herman's long thick penis right below her face, as it began brutally
fucking in
and out of the desire-lubricated cunt.
Herman fucked with a wild abandon for about a minute, then wildly
pulled
his moistly glistening shaft out of Nancy's tight clasping vagina and
stuck it,
wet with cunt-juice, into Rita's eagerly waiting mouth.
Ben, standing by the bed, his excitedly pulsating cock in his
hand,
watched Herman's obscene fucking of both women. He leaped on the bed,
his face
wild, his strong arms holding his body up over Rita's. He looked down
and saw
her naked buttocks still grinding down on Nancy's stunningly beautiful
face. He
watched their lewd liquidy movement before he lowered his massively
thickened
penis down into the fleshy crevice between her ass-cheeks.
Rita felt the hot hardness of his penis and obscenely thrust her
ass
upward in invitation, arching her back and tearing her cunt from
Nancy's
gluttonously licking mouth. Nancy looked up to see Ben's rigidly
rampant cock
plow like a sword into Rita's wetly welcoming pussy... the same vagina
she had
just licked and sucked and made creamy and ready.
The men surrounding Fred Hartman watched as Ben pulled his cock
out of
Rita's vaginal opening with a lewd sucking sound and aimed it downward
to slide
into Nancy's excitedly waiting mouth. Each and every man watched as she
closed
her eyes in lascivious rapture and as her tightly availed lips began
sucking
sensuously.
The defilement of both women was completely and brazenly
displayed. Both
men fucked with wild abandon, fucking cunt and mouth alternately. The
girls
behaved like depraved animals... they were truly mindless with lust as
they
fought to lick each other's cunts and suck cocks at the same time.
Insanely,
Nancy would reach up and grip Rita's wantonly writhing buttocks. Her
nails dug
into the snowy soft flesh of her friend's ass-cheeks, and she held her
tightly
in place while she watched Ben's cock flying into the cunt right in
front of
her face. Both girls were insanely excited by the sight of the other
being
fucked so humiliatingly in front of a crowd of strange men.
Wild with lust, both women fought to suck cocks. The scene grew
wilder
and wilder as sweating bodies writhed obscenely with all shame
forgotten. With
greedy looks the men switched girls, moving around on the bed so that
Herman
tucked Rita's cunt and Nancy's availed wet lips, and Ben enjoyed Rita's
eager
mouth and Nancy's invitingly spread pussy.
The party was beginning to get out of control as men in the
audience
stood up and stripped off their clothing, never taking their eyes from
the
writhing foursome on the bed.
Naked bodies piled on the bed, erect cocks throbbing for action.
Nancy
found herself being pulled and tugged around and found herself with
three men,
surrounding her, their brutal hands probing and fondling her nakedly
aroused
flesh, their cocks sticking in her cunt and mouth and even sliding
painfully up
her forever-stretched rectum. Her eyes rolled wildly as she saw Rita
being
mauled by three men at the same time.
The room was wild with excitement... and through it all sat the
single,
solitary, lone form of Fred Hartman. He sat alone, still watching...
he
watched men and women writhing in uncontrolled obscenity. He had
planned the
whole thing.
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