strange cries. As she passed the second floor, she thought she
heard some strange slapping sounds. No, not slapping. More like
that of leather against a bare back or naked buttocks...and she
distinctly heard a girl's shriek...strange...Like somebody's uncle
spanking their children in the woodshed.
     She now stood before a frosted glass door on which was printed
the name: AMAZING FILMS. Walk in.
     She turned the handle and the door opened. She found herself
in a rather bright looking office. But the first thing she noted,
even before she approached the man at the desk, were the huge blow
up photos that stared at her from the walls.
     One photo showed a lovely redheaded girl. She was nude. Her
huge breasts were tied with rope and the nipples were grasped by
pincers. She had both of her wrists sealed in metal-leather like
gloves, and these had hooks that kept the wrists fettered behind
her to chains. Her naked pudenda had a triangular reddish pubic
thatch, and fingers were inserting a hideous looking...oh, mercy
...it was a dildo - a man's thing, complete with swinging balls
...and the hand was shoving it into the terrified bound girl's
vagina.
     She tore her eyes away. She saw another glossy photo on the
other wall. This showed a naked young male; he was tall, broad-
shouldered, had white-blond hair, a tanned body; and he was spread-
eagled to chains hanging from above. Naked, his enormous curved
erection dominated the scene. To make it even more lewd, there were
two girls - also naked. They were standing with their legs apart,
exposing their orifices. One girl's pudenda was shaved smooth, pink
and soft, with a protruding clitoris that peeked from the parted
lips.
     Nola saw that one girl held a huge leather-handled cat o'nine
tails in one hand - and she was flogging the man. From the
expression on his face, he was in the throes of a strange ecstasy.
He was rigid with desire.
     Then she saw what the other girl held in her hand. She was
shocked. "It's a dildo," she whispered to herself, "and that girl
is going to plunge it into the spread-eagled male's...In his anus!
The girl was going to dildo-sodomize the naked bound male while her
companion was going to flog him. It was like a scene out of the
Marquis de Sade...
     "Hello, You're Ms Nola Augustine?"
     She turned to the man behind the desk.
     "Yes...yes..." She recognized the voice from the telephone. He
looked like his voice. Curt was fair skinned and probably in his
early fifties. He was just about six feet tall with thinning brown
hair and piercing but intimate blue eyes. He wore a tight cotton
shirt. He had the muscular definition of someone who worked out
regularly. He had a trim waist. He wore a pair of tight fitting
jeans that outlined his thighs. He had ankle-high black leather
boots. "Yes...are you..." She found herself staring at the tight
jeans. For a moment, she almost felt wicked for staring at him.
     What was happening to her?
     He came toward her. "Yes, I'm Curt." He waved to a chair.
"You're right on time. That's good. Always make a good impression
by being punctual for an interview." They both laughed and some of
the tension was eased.
     As she sat down, she glanced around. There were other rooms on
this floor. She could hear telephones ringing, voices talking.
Someone came in and immediately glanced down at her breasts. An
impish looking young messenger boy with too-long hair and too-tight
pants stared at her.
     "Thanks, Rudy," Curt waved him away. "Stop staring! Get back
to work. You have a ton of mail to open and it's got to be sorted
today!"
     "Yeah, yeah, I work and you have all the fun, Curt," the boy
mouthed. "When do I...?"
     "Get outta here!"
     The boy scurried out, laughing as he closed the door.
     Curt smiled at her. "You've got to get used to all sorts of
smart asses in this business. They're mostly talk. Nothing else."
He ruffled a few stacks of glossy photos and filing folders on the
top of his huge desk. The photos were portfolio shots. Many showed
girls wearing strange looking leather tank tops, holding bullwhips,
or else they were wearing chain metal cinches, leg irons and wrist
cuffs - one girl was stark naked - with huge smooth breasts tilting
upward while her shaved pudenda looked so shockingly naked...and
her head was sealed in a bizarre hood! The hood was made of some
thin flexible type of rubber, and it sealed her head, outlining her
ears, her nose and her chin. Only two minute slits for breathing
marred the exquisite bondage image of her head glove. This naked
girl just stood there, looking so slave-like with her shaved
genitalia and the soft pinkish vaginal lips moist and exciting..
     Curt just brushed them aside, without even making any effort
to explain them.
     "Now, let me see, Ms Augustine...let me start off by saying
that Amazing Films should not be judged by its appearance. We
bought out a bankrupt film company and moved in here. Lots of old
equipment. We'll be moving across town to the East Side in a few
months. Brand new building. Wiring and outlets are being built to
order. It'll be a good deal." He flashed a grin. Curt's eyes went
up and down Nola's body, pausing at her breasts. He licked his
lips. Instantly, he was professional and business-like again.
"We've arranged some good contacts in the media. We can do lots of
good things for ambitious girls..."
     He took a small sheet of paper from his desk. The paper was a
typical application. He looked around for a pencil, scowled, then
found one.
     "Any experience, Ms Augustine?"
     She felt a pang of fear. Here it comes, she kept telling
herself. Here it comes...
     "No...just a little..." she decided to stretch the truth "...
for a local photographer back home..." She watched him intently as
he kept marking down some scrawled words on the paper. A little X
and she quivered again. Did it mean she was finished? Oh, please,
please...give me a chance...just a chance.
     "Mmmmmm, while that's a drawback, it's not fatal. Our ad said
we want beginners." He looked up and his eyes swept over her lithe
body. It was obvious he was excited. His tight blue jeans outlined
his slightly swelling prick. "You have a fresh and healthy outdoor
look. The country...and with that blonde hair...natural, too...
mmmmm..."
     "Yes, I'm a natural blonde," she tried to impress him with her
sole claim to being a model, namely the raw, earthy and all-natural
look. "I thought that agencies ware getting back to nature with
this natural appearance."
     "In this business, you get so experienced, you can see through
anything." Then he checked himself. "Married?" He poised his pencil
point on the paper.
     "No...I'm not," somewhat shyly. "I lived with my uncle, after
my parents passed on. He helped me through school, but after he had
his last and fatal heart attack, I was left all alone. The house
was so heavily mortgaged that it went on the auction block for
taxes, ... My uncle meant well, I suppose, and he went into debt to
put me through school, but after he passed on, I was all alone."
     Curt's face looked strangely relieved to hear this. "then
you're all alone...no one..."
     "Yes..."
     "Alone in the big cruel city," he said quickly as if not
wanting to pry any deeper, then made some other notations. "You're
about twenty or so? Underage?"
     "Oh no," she added hastily, "I'm twenty." Her heart thumped
wildly. If this chance were fumbled, she might just a swell give
up! There was nothing left for her to do. Silently, she breathed a
hope that Curt would give her a chance, any chance. She was willing
to pose for almost anything...
     He looked up abruptly. "While you do have the earthy or raw
natural look, you really don't have the build for fashion work." He
tilted back in the swivel chair. She could see his erection. It was
all so natural and so un-selfconscious. He was saying, "The fashion
magazines dig the angular, skinny kind of girl. No shape, really,
so that all attention goes to the clothes that they wear, not the
body or face. Your're lovely, a real good looking girl, but for
fashion..."
     "Is there anything else?" she fought to keep the fright from
showing. "Anything!"
     He smiled, revealing even white teeth. "Well, we could get you
some advertising work, maybe in cooking or even some outdoor scenes
on the beach. It's possible. We have some indoor scenes we have to
shoot before the day is over..."
     "Oh? Perhaps...perhaps you could use me." She fought against
the rising anxiety. Despite it all, she realized that this might
well be her last opportunity and she would have to get the
assignment or else she would be back on the street to...who knew
what? "I have nothing else planned," she feigned a professional
shrug.
     Curt was looking her up and down. "Possibly. Let me explain
that we do our own video work here. We pay about $200 an hour and
sometimes even more depending on the assignment. We also lend our
models out to other studios. Our commission rate is 30% for that.
The fees will go higher as we go along. If you're interested I may
be able to fit you into this afternoon's shots." He scribbled some
information on the paper and then looked at her. "What do you say?"
     "Of course," she could feel the tremendous pressure easing
from her shoulders. "Of course, Curt. What sort of assignment is
this one?"
     "It's just...something that a private client wants. Oh, it'll
be with another girl...she's experienced, worked a lot for us, and
she'll help you. The two of you will do a thirty minute video.
Takes about an hour. But we'll pay you the minimum of $200 for the
work and then you'll have some credits. We can get you more
assignments if you're willing to some of the private stuff."
     "Yes, Yes, I"ll be glad to do it." She could scarcely believe
her good fortune. It was incredible. All she had done was to
telephone, having seen Amazing Films advertised in that discarded
weekly tabloid. That was all. One phone call and now she was going
to get her first assignment! "Yes, I'm ready now."
     He took her into an adjoining room. Several people were
leaving. There was a glimpse of a girl wearing a leather outfit
that was more like a nightgown. The girl had enormous breasts that
were held by the bodice of the leather top. There was someone else
in the corridor. A flash of identity.
     A naked man!
     Then the door closed. Curt flicked on some lights. Nola
Augustine could see the array of video cameras and light-stands,
several couches and props, a fake palm tree, and some sand on the
floor. A leather bullwhip dangled carelessly from a hook in the
wall. A pair of leg irons were draped over a chair.
     "A special assignment," smiled Curt. "I'll call Pat...the girl
...and you'll do your first video for us."

                            Chapter 4

     Pat Hume was a dark-haired girl with a provocative body. The
moment she came into the room she was noticed. She may have looked
feminine in her leather stretch pants and a tiny leather bra, but
her voice was sultry and masculine. In one hand, she had a peculiar
looking chain metal item. In the other hand, a leather paddle.
     "I'll be working the camera," Curt was saying. "The others are
busy. Oh, Pat, this is Nola. Will you help her into her costume?
Then, the two of you will go through the routine I'll describe.
Now, both of you go behind that screen while I set up and lights
and camera."
     Feeling week-kneed, Nola went with the rather masculine Pat
Hume behind the screen. "I...I'm rather new at this," she admitted,
as she leaned against the wall. Then she was horrified to see a
glossy black and white photo that was pasted onto the inside
screen. "Oh, it's...it's..." She felt her cheeks flush.
     Pat smiled. "Those are just trick shots," the butch girl put
her arm protectively around Nola, ran her leather gloved hand up
and down her soft back, then came down to the protruding buttock
cheeks, making Nola flinch. "Amazing Films has a lot of different
clients who pay plenty for these way out scenes."
     Nola Augustine shivered against the girl's warm leather hands
on her body. Then she stared at the photo. It showed a lovely
brunette who was spread-eagled to wall hooks as if in an ancient
dungeon. She was raw naked. She was shaved. It was almost exciting
to Nola to see the naked labia majora, and the parted urethral
orifice, the clitoris poking out. But the girl looked terrified.
     Another girl, clad from head to toe in a tight rubber outfit,
resembling that of a scuba diver, with only slits for the eyes,
nostrils and the mouth offering just a hint of coveted freedom was
in the picture. The girl was kneeling and she was about to put her
wet tongue into the shocked and terrified spread-eagled bound
girl's cunt.
     "Oh, it's...it's..." Nola was red-faced. For a moment she felt
panic and a sense of female modesty. "I didn't think it was that
kind of posing. No, Pat," she moved away from the girl's stroking
fingers."I don't want to pose like that. I'm sorry! I can get those
jobs but I don't want my pictures to end up in those sleazy sex
shops."
     "Nothing to worry about. This film is for a private collector
who will never release it. Now, Nola, you're in good hands. Some of
the models here make up to a hundred grand. In just a year or two
and if you're careful, you can settle down to a life of ease,
managing your investments." The leather covered hands went down,
and suddenly, the two hands yanked up the flimsy dress. "Nothing
underneath?"
     "No! Stop! Please, Pat, don't..." Nola felt panic as the dress
was hiked up above her head, turning into a hood, obscuring her
sight. She tried to struggle but succeeded only in having the dress
tightened around her head. Now, her breasts bounced around, while
her naked buttocks were playthings for the leather girl. "Oh, Pat
...stop..."

     Suddenly, a pair of very cold wrist bracelets were snapped
around her wrists. Both wrists were secured behind her back.
     She nearly lost her balance. "Please! Stop that! I'll scream!
Get away from me! NOO! DON"T STICK YOUR FINGERS IN MY...NOOOO!!!"
     Nola Augustine had no idea just how it happened. But one
moment she was staggering on her high heels, the next moment,
strong arms had taken her out from behind the screen. She did not
know where she was being taken. It was not too far.
     "Put her down there! Okay, now, we'll start the camera and for
God's sake, Pat, do it quick - but be thorough. We've got to get
the real meat of this scene in just thirty minutes. So get to
work!"
     "I've been waiting for some fresh meat for a long time," the
lesbian leather girl said.
     Nola was flung down on a rough rug. Her shoes were taken off.
Except for the hood-like dress that was now twisted around her
head, the blonde girl was naked.
     She screamed as she felt leathery fingers pluck at her
nipples, twisting them like knobs. She screamed again as she felt
more leathery fingers pat her cunt.
     "Oh, NO! Stop! Let me go! I don't like this! I don't do this!"
Her wrist-shackled hands struggled. She could feel her delicate
flesh tearing. She felt a shock wave of hammering tension as it
went shooting from her groin right to her head. She was sweating in
the sack-like confines of her ruined dress. Her buttocks were being
pulled along the floor, then her legs were stretched apart. "NOOO!
Stop! Don't put anything on my ankles! NO! I don't want to do this!
Please! Let me go!"
     Curt was saying to another person, "Go on! Hurry up! The
cameras taping. Get those chains around her ankles. Tie them to
those floor bolts. Then we'll really get into it. Pat...go on ...
work her over. We've only got twenty-five minutes.
     "Right on, Curt, baby!"
     Nola was pulled into a tortuous position. On the floor, the
dress was a hood, adding humiliating mystery since she did not even
see what was happening to her. She had her wrists shackled behind
the small of her back, forcing her breasts forward. Her nipples
were hard with fear. Then, her slender ankles had been pulled apart
and fettered with ancient vintage, rusty leg irons. She couldn't
close her thighs.
     She heard the slight hum of the camera.
     "Easy, darling, easy," the leather covered girl was purring as
her leather palms went up and down the milky whiteness of the
sobbing Nola. "Easy, this is going to make you feel good!"
     Nola felt the girl's wet tongue go up and down the inside of
her thighs. It was disgusting! It was perverted! Yet, the more Nola
struggled against her wrist and ankle shackles, the harder Pat
attacked her with forbidden lusts.
     "OOOO!!! Don't lick me there! No! You're a pervert! Please,
someone, Curt...oh, mercy...MERCY!!!"
     From somewhere, a voice said, "What a great ass, she's got.
Get on to it."


     Another guttural sounding voice was saying, "Look at her cunt.
She should be shaved! Look at that dyke suck on her. She's sticking
her tongue right into that hole."
     Nola surged and twisted. She had to fight against the wave of
oblivious nothingness that was threatening to engulf her. She
screamed again.
     "OH, STOP! NOO! DON'T LICK ME! PLEASE!! STOP! STOP IT!! LET ME
GO!! PLEASE LET ME GO!! MERCY...MERCY...MERCY!!"
     The humiliation went on. The camera with its evil red eye kept
grinding away.
     Pat was sucking the bound girl, using her tongue right in her
pussy, nibbling with teeth at the raised labia, while her leather
palms cupped the magnificent buttock mounds, her thumbs in the
sweaty crack of Nola's ass. Pat kept on sucking, licking, forcing
her tongue into Nola's slit, biting on the clitoris, sending waves
of pain through Nola's body.
     The camera continued its peeping-hearing exposure while the
lesbian used her mouth in the most debauched and degrading manner.
At long last, just when Nola's arms and legs felt as if they would
be ripped off, just when her entire body was sent into a series of
contortions, she was suddenly released.
     The dress was ripped completely off. Naked, the blonde girl's
lovely creamy white face was twisted in shock. Tears had made her
makeup run. Her body bore tiny bite marks.
     "Oh, what did you do to me? Oh, I'm ruined! I'm ruined!"
     She sat on the dirty floor. She cried out in pain as she tried
to get up. Her throbbing crotch still echoed with the sensations of
that disgusting sucking mouth. "I...I don't know what to say," she
broke out in a series of choking sobs, trying to catch her breath.
"It's disgusting. I never wanted to do this, I never wanted it..."
     Pat re-appeared after having vanished from the scene. She held
a negligee. It was pink. It was transparent. "Here, darling, get
into this." She ran her hands all over Nola's thighs, helping
herself with what Nola had to offer. "Hey, Curt, didn't you tell
this pussy what type of videos she'd be playing in?"
     Curt appeared. He was sweating. His face was red. From all
appearances he obviously had a terrific erection. He wiped the
sweat off his forehead. "I...I didn't get around to it. Besides, we
needed this tape or the creep who pays for it will cancel our
weekly assignment. He's got to have it tomorrow morning. She just
walked in..."
     "Just walked in!" Pat was opening her leather outfit. Her
breasts were released from the tight leather bra. The red marks
from the tight edges were like brands on her milky white flesh.
     Curt kept staring at Nola's body, her breasts, her nipples.
Her blonde pubic hair, the bruised and bitten pussy. He could feel
his hard-on enlarging. To himself he was saying. Damn it, that was
great. If I stuck my prick into her cunt I'd hit a screaming
climax. I sure got myself a red hot pussy! Aloud, he said, "Now,
Pat, you know that the customer says if we miss the deadline just
once, then he'll cancel the year's contract. We needed a new girl.
The others just didn't make it. So Nola here looked good...and
besides, her face won't be seen, so what's the problem!" He was
trying to find some excuse to ease Pat's conscience.
     "I'm ruined!" sobbed Nola Augustine, clutching the nightgown
around her slim body. She felt Curt's eyes on her. She saw others
in the room. For the first time, Nola knew what is was to be a
model for underground pictures. Everyone would stare at her
nakedness. Maybe she was not cut out for this work, after all. She
sniffed. "I...I'm so ruined. Please...please...I want to lie down!"
     Curt sat down on a straight backed chair. He had a thick wad
of bills in one hand. "I suppose I should have told you that it was
going to be an underground video."
     "A jerk off film is more like it!" snapped Nola.
     He turned to her. "But maybe I can make it up to you. Here's
what we can do for you. Suppose we put you on a straight free-lance
basis, on a commission arrangement. We'll guarantee to give you a
grands worth of work each week - we'll sign a contract! All legal.
If you show willingness and aptitude, then we'll give you more
work! You can make up to five grand a week, maybe even more. Sure,
you'll have to work hard, but you have to admit that it's good
money. And if you get enough bookings, you may be able to make it
for some glamour magazines, maybe even a TV commercial. We do that
work, too. We have a full service studio here, Nola, and we do
everything from the idea to actual selling. You're in with a good
Agency so you should think it over. Now, here's what I want to do,
take this for today's work. It's just a start."
     She found herself holding a set of bills - three bills.
     "One thousand dollar bills! She was aghast. Her mind raced. If
she made at least a grand weekly it was close to $52,000 yearly!
That was just the minimum! There was more! Also, she needn't always
do this work. Her thoughts kept racing. This was the deal she
wanted! She fondled the crisp bills. She forgot the sharp pain in
her groin. All she knew was that now, it was suddenly coming true.
She would be a model! "Well, I suppose...I mean...I could use the
money..."
     "Then it's a deal. My lawyer will draw up the papers and you
can come by on Monday and sign them...and we'll start a schedule
for you so you'll have a guaranteed minimum of one thousand dollars
worth of work each week."
     They laughed together and much of the tension was eased.
"Okay, Pat," Curt was saying as he got up, "suppose you give our
little blonde some clothes. Oh say, what's your address, Nola? I
we'll need it right now for the contract.
     She hesitated. She glanced at both Pat and Curt. "Oh, I...was
staying at a hotel...I don't know the name...I think it had a
number or something...and I...I..."
     "Okay, okay, suppose Pat gets you into a decent place. Say, I
know what. Let us do some of your managing. Lots of the
professional models do it. It'll free you of responsibility. That
means we'll pay your rent, pay your credit cards - you've got to
have those - and our lawyer with our accountant will invest your
savings. Top grade securities. It'll all be done with your
approval, of course. We'll start right out by getting you into a
nice apartment." 

                            Chapter 5

     It did not take Nola long to learn that the city had both a
seamy and a luxurious side. She was soon happily living in a lovely
East Side penthouse studio apartment with wall to wall windows
overlooking the river. The river was a velvet dark blue in the
moonlit darkness. Even the occasional sound of a ship or fog horn
gave her a wonderful feeling. And to make it even better, she was
getting more and more assignments from Amazing Films.
     Just then the telephone rang.
     "Nola, I have a special type of video I want to make. We have
some out-of-towners here - film makers - and they'd like you to
make a video for them. It could be a good chance for you." His
voice sounded cautious, hesitant. Curt sounded as if someone was
there in his office and he could not speak freely. "Do you think
you can be here...about two hours from now. It'll take us that long
to set things up."
     Nola knew she had to accept the offer. It was all part of the
complicated contract she had signed. She felt obligated as well. It
did sound interesting. "Sure thing, Curt, I'll be there."
     In her marble tub she soaked for a half hour in fragrant bath
salts. She knew, by now, to have a clean and shining body before
going to the studio.
     She left the bathroom door open. Since she lived alone, Nola
knew she had nothing to fear. Often, she would prance around the
huge furnished apartment stark naked. This time, though, she felt
that there was someone watching her!
     She saw the man - the window cleaner - perched outside her
window, watching with wide eyes. He was a young man, she noted. His
pants were bulging. He was fondling himself. He kept watching the
naked blonde girl.
     "You...you!" In a rage, forgetting that she was wet and naked,
she darted out of the bathroom. "Peeping Tom! I'll have you
arrested!" she screamed as she reached up to pull the drawstrings
of the curtain. She burst into a vale of tears as the curtain
obscured her nakedness.
     It had been a sordid experience. Quickly, she jumped back into
the tub and finished her bath. She felt frustrated most of the
morning. "I should report him!" But even as she dressed she
realized she could not do it. "I'll just have to be more careful
from now on. The shades stay shut when I'm nude."
     She glanced at herself as she hurried along the street. In a
window she saw herself as a lovely looking girl. The blonde hair
was now elegantly styled. She kept her original pony tail but it
was thinned out and looked sleek. It had been expensive, going
twice weekly. But it was worth it. And the hairdresser always sent
the bill to the Agency. It always made her feel so glamorous, so
professional.
     In her new and skin tight silk dress, her rounded buttocks
rotated in a rhythmic swaying, setting off whistles and catcalls
from sidewalk loungers, as she made her way toward the small
building which housed Amazing Films. By now, Nola was becoming used
to the remarks, feeling somewhat thrilled that she was noticed. It
was only a matter of time, she was thinking, as she came upstairs
and entered Curt's office, before she would probably be hired for
a magazine cover or even a television commercial. And once that
happened, all of dreams would be realized and she could dump this
filthy studio and Curt.
     There were two men with Curt. When she saw them, Nola felt her
heart pound. She could feel their beady eyes on her body in more
than just a professional appraisal.
     One man was tall, wearing a pair of leather pants, and a black
leather jacket. He was good looking, even though his motorcycle
helmet gave him a cruel look. The other was shorter, wearing jeans
and cowboy boots. He looked sensual.
     "Prompt. I like that!" Curt ushered her into the office. He
looked nervous, ill at ease. "Nola, you'll be doing some work for
these men. They're renting our studio for the afternoon. This is
Tony" nodding toward the leather covered man, "and this is Pedro -
he's from Argentina. He has a...string of theatres down there and
makes his own films here to sell to his...clients."
     "Oh, that's nice."
     Nola shook hands with both of them and felt how they kept
looking her up and down. It set off a sensual warmth in her loins
despite her slight feeling of caution. She looked at Curt.
     "I'm glad you thought of me."
     Pedro was saying, "You are much lovelier in person than in
your photographs, my dear. I'm sure you will be a tremendous
success in our video. We even have a little script ready. We shall
give you directions as we go along. The costumes are over there."
He nodded to the inner room in which the various pieces of
equipment were kept.
     Curt was very nervous. "I'll get the camera ready. Oh, Nola,
would you like to see some of yo
                           "The 
ones that we took. They're for your portfolio."
     "Yes, please."
     She picked up a sheaf of glossy eight-by-ten enlargements.
Some were black and white. Others were in colour. She went through
the shots. There she saw herself - bare naked, her wrists in tight
chains, high above her head. Her ankles had been parted. Her sex
was exposed. Her breasts were clamped. A hand wearing a leather
glove - a hand holding a huge bullwhip, jet black with a quirt tip,
was visible at the top of the photo. It looked like she actually
enjoyed this bizarre scene.
     In another picture she was wearing a pair of black leather
bikini briefs. Her pubic hair curled above the leather. Her breasts
were captured in a small leather bra. She was being tortured on a
body stretching device that could have been taken from an dungeon.
     But the most horrifying pose was one in which she was placed
on a rack - she remembered how she had reluctantly agreed to do it
- and in this pose, she had her arms and legs sealed into a pair of
leather shackles - spread-eagled.
     A brutal looking lesbian with a dildo fettered to her trunk,
had mounted her, aroused her, inserted fingers into her anus,
brought her to a screaming pitch of arousal - and when Nola had
begged for relief, the lesbian had plunged the dildo into her
gaping orifice. All the while, the camera had taken it all down.

     Nola had been thoroughly shaken after it was over, she could
not return to the studio again for several days. She would have
quit, right then and there, but she was too involved. Her credit
cards demanded more and more money. Her monthly rent increased. her
expenses increased. And Amazing Films insisted that she do more
work. Now, looking at these photos, remembering that she was
receiving up to $300 an hour and sometimes even more for the
bizarre poses, she swallowed her inhibitions. But it was still
embarrassing to look at the poses while the men were exchanging
glances.
     "Everything's set up. Now, I'll work with these two, and I'll
tell you just how to do it all." Curt had brought them into the
studio. "Okay, strip down, Nola, and put on those costumes that
you'll see on the bench."
     Nola felt uncomfortable at the thought of these greasy looking
men who were going to be present. Then she told herself that she
would have to re-evaluate some of her ideas about modesty, if she
wanted to make a success at this career.
     "Yes, Curt," she said as she swallowed nervously, aware of the
way they kept looking at her. "It'll take a couple of minutes."
     Behind the screen, she unzipped, then let her dress fall down
on the floor around her trim ankles. She could hear odd little
whispers coming from outside.
     She took off her bra then her panties. Naked, she looked
around and noticed the small bench but no costumes. "Curt...there's
nothing here...what'll I wear?" she called from behind the safety
of the screen.
     "Just come out, Nola, and we'll get your costumes in a few
minutes. They're being adjusted."
     She bit her lip. He could have told her beforehand that there
were no costumes here. But that was Curt...always full of little
tricks. She felt embarrassed. Appearing raw naked before strangers.
     She swallowed down her fears.
     A model would have to be more professional than that, she told
herself. A model regards her body as a commodity and not as
something personal.
     "We're waiting, Nola!"
     She stepped out from behind the screen, knowing that she was
totally exposed. Almost at once, Pedro, the Argentinean gasped,
"What a body!" It was a whisper. "Look at her tits. Firm! and that
smooth skin..."
     "Turn around!" That was from Tony, the leather clad man.
"Let's see your ass!"
     Fighting back her flood of tears, she turned around. Then she
felt a pair of hot hands testing her buttocks and stroking the
backs of her thighs. He ran his fingers in the crease of her ass.
This mauling sent her into a screaming rage."
     "Keep your hands off!" she yelled, whirling around. "You don't
have to do that to me!"
     Pedro, the swarthy Latin, cursed in a guttural tone. "You are
a wild one. In my country we would have you tied down and spanked
until your ass was striped from top to bottom. Then you would beg
to suck a man's prick!"

     "Easy, easy!" That was Curt, looking even more nervous. He
came between them. His face was perspiring. "The girl's right. You
don't have to fool with her. This is strictly business." He turned
to Nola. "Okay, we're losing time. Let's get started."
     He began to take light-meter readings. A prop man came into
the studio. The man opened one of the prop couches into a bed. To
the four ends were bolted strong looking chains with wrist or ankle
manacles dangling from the ends. The bed sheet was a huge rubber
spread. There were several other items that resembled rubber
paddles and leather belts. These were placed on a low stool by the
bed.
     Curt was saying, "These are going to be colour shots, Nola.
Now stretch out on that bed. I want to get a reading. We cant lose
those flesh tones."
     Feeling anxious, Nola stretched her nude body out on the
rubber spread. The cold rubber sent uncontrollable waves of shivers
through her body. Her nipples hardened. The two greasy men were
eyeing her intimately. Their eyes were fastened to her blonde pubic
hair.
     Curt stood above her, holding his light meter first above her
hair and then her breasts, down to her belly and then her sex,
making her flinch. She fought against the fear. She didn't want
anyone to fondle her.
     "Stand up," Curt ordered.
     On weak legs, she stood. She could hear Pedro speaking in
guttural Spanish and then saying in English, "A bitch like that
with those nice tits and ass would make a fortune in Rio or Buenos
Aires."
     "Shut up!" snapped Tony.
     Just then, the adjoining door opened and in walked two men.
Both looked as if they were models for fitness gyms. They wore skin
tight pants and T-shirts. They were young and looked sensually
cruel. They looked at Nola and smirked. "This is going to be fun." 

                            Chapter 6

     Nola flinched. What kind of video was this? Curt had not told
her there would be others in the video. "Curt! Who are they?"
     "They'll be in the video with you. I thought I mentioned it on
the phone, didn't I?" He looked like a boy who had been caught in
a lie and was trying to get out of it. "Oh, maybe I didn't, Nola,
but what's the difference?"
     "I...I..." She felt betrayed. The two young athletes were
robust, outdoors types, similar to those seen in the male magazines
that were sold to queers. But they had cruel expressions. "I mean
...I don't know them..."
     "Nothing to know." That was the taller one. He walked toward
her with an athletic gait and a cruel swagger. He was looking over
her smooth nakedness, staring at the blond triangle of hair at the
base of her belly. "Smooth cunt," he muttered. What's her ass like?
He turned her around and gasped. "What an ass!" When his hands
stroked the rounded swells, he make her jump. "She's real sensitive
there! Good! I like a sensitive girl!"
     "Keep your hands off!" she tearfully jumped away. "Curt, oh
please, I don't..."
     But Curt was already busying himself and nervously feigned
ignorance of what was going on. It was still apparent that he did
not like the way it was all working out, but that he was trapped.
What was going on here? Nola wondered.
     "Okay, we're ready," he said quickly. "Now, Nola, just lay on
the bed."
     The two boys stood by until Tony said sharply, "Okay, boys,
strip down! Let's see what you've got! Think we're paying you just
to ogle! Get your pricks out! That's what we're paying for!"
     The two scowled and one said, "Damn queer!"
     "Hurry up!" snapped Curt.
     Nola Augustine sprawled on the rubber sheet. Now her nakedness
was open to their leers. She could feel the heightening sense of
embarrassment more than before. She fought down the rising and
choking fountain of tears.
     There was a rustle as both of the young male models stripped
right in front of her. They did it quickly, routinely.
     She gasped when she saw their smooth nakedness.
     Even Pedro said, "What a pair of pricks they've got! They'll
split her snatch and ass wide open!"
     She looked closer at the taller male, the broad shoulders, his
upper chest rippled, the narrow waist and his enormous cock
