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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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