Foreword
Bound hand and foot, there was nothing Doreen could do to prevent the evil tortures that she was being dealt.
Never, in her wildest dreams had she imagined it to be like this - the whips, the studded dildos and other articles of torture, humiliation, and degradation.
The pain was almost more than she could bear, but she was determined to see it through.
Anything was worth going through to get what she had dreamed of, schemed for, and fantasized about for so many years.
As the crucifix was raised towards her spread apart pussy lips, she gritted her teeth - not only was the pain that she was anticipating more dreadful than anything she had ever endured, the sacrilege of the whole thing was nearly more than her Puritan upbringing would permit her to conscience.
As the silver crucifix was rammed into her pussy, she screamed in outrage - but there was nothing to stop Scanucci from doing whatever he wanted with her - not now or ever.
As the blood oozed inside her cunt, she knew that she was on her way to starring in her first movie - for the world famed director.
She had heard of his sadistic tendencies, but had never dreamed that it would go this far - and it was only the beginning.