Chapter 10
Rome.
The Eternal City.
The City of the Seven Hills.
Doreen looked out from the hilltop where she was standing alone. It was a magnificent view, one of the most breathtaking the world. She had never thought that she would survive to see it again.
The filming of the Scanucci movie was over.
It was "in the can" as they said. She had never been so glad of anything in her life. She never wanted to set foot in another movie studio as long as she lived.
The only thing good about it that she could think of was meeting Patty. She really loved the girl. She had done things to her that no one had ever done before - but so had Scanucci. That, however, was another case entirely.
She had had a nightmare about the man every night since the filming of the last scene, the scene that had terrified her and now seemed a part of some distant life - a life that had happened to someone else.
In her dreams, her nightmares of Scanucci, he was Hitler one night, Jesus Christ another night, Ghenghis Khan, Atilla the Hun, Alexander the Great, Caesar, Napoleon, always different, always powerful - one night he had even appeared to her as Satan.
Rising in a burst of flame from the fires of Hell, he appeared to her instantly riveting her with his eyes - those eyes that she would never forget as long as she lived. Scanucci was a handsome man - but was he evil or mad or what? She could not decide.
But she did know one thing. He had changed her life forever. She would never see things in the same way again.
Some of the things that Scanucci had done to her, she had enjoyed. The sense of absolute servitude, that she could enjoy. She loved to be dominated, loved to have her will completely taken away, to be at the complete and utter mercy of a strong and dominant personality - and that Scanucci was - there was no doubt whatever about that - he was the all-powerful one, the one whom everyone served - like Lucifer.
She could not shake the thoughts of Demonology from her mind as she thought of Scanucci. She knew that there was something beyond the normal about the man - his eyes - those eyes that held so much pain, so much pity, so much despair - they Haunted her and would always haunt her - she could not get them out of her mind.
Even when she was licking out Patty's pussy, she would see those terrifying eyes staring at her from the depths of the girls pubic area.
Now, as she looked out over the Seven Hills of Rome, she saw his eyes - out there - out there staring back at her.
Doreen turned quickly and felt a cold chill race through her blood. She knew that she had to get away, somewhere - anywhere - there must be somewhere in the world that she could escape the terrifying eyes of Giorgio Scanucci.
"Well, that took long enough," Patty said as Doreen climbed back into the car where she had been waiting for her..
"Let's get out of here," Doreen said. "I'm freezing."
Patty looked at her friend. It was a warm, sunny day. There was something wrong with her.
"What is it?" Patty asked. "Nothing," Doreen said, shivering. They drove in silence down the hill and into the heart of the city.
"I don't want to see it," Doreen said. "Not now, not ever."
"Don't be silly," Patty said. "You have one of the leading parts."
"I just don't ever want to see or hear about that movie or Scanucci again."
"Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon" was entered in the Cannes Film Festival. Patty and Doreen were there for the excitement, but Doreen kept insisting that she would not see the film.
"Well, I'm going," Patty said. "And I wish you would change your mind."
"Nothing could induce me to see that filth," Doreen said.
"But everyone says that it's going to win an award," Patty said.
"That's ridiculous," Doreen said. "It's nothing but high-class pornography and you know it as well as I do."
"What is pornography?" Patty asked. "Can you decide?"
Doreen didn't have an answer to that question. All she knew was that even the thought of seeing herself relive the degrading incidents in the film would unhinge her mind.
"Alright," Patty said. "I'll tell you all about it when I get back."
Patty left the apartment and Doreen sank down on the sofa. There was nothing she wanted more right now than peace, quiet and serenity.
But her mind was flashing a mile a minute. First, she would think about Patty - then about Scanucci - then about tomorrow - there was no order to her thoughts. She was completely at odds with herself.
Suddenly she was terrified. She could not stand to be alone. She ran out of the apartment and smack into Patty who was coming up the hallway.
"Let's go," Doreen said. "I'll go to the damned movie. I guess I have to."
"I thought you'd change your mind," Patty said. "That's why I came back."
The two girls left the building and got into Patty's car.
Doreen changed her mind every few minutes until they got to the theatre where the film was being shown. They walked holding each others hands as the usher showed them to the seats where they had been assigned.
"I'm scared," Doreen whispered to her friend.
"I know," Patty said. "But I'm here."
"So is Scanucci," Doreen said. "I can feel him."
All through the film, Doreen squirmed in her seat. It was the most terrifying film she had ever seen. And not just because she was in it. Actually, that part of it was not so bad, it was as though it were all happening to someone else.
She could watch the screen and become involved in the character and completely divorce herself from the woman who was being tortured and was torturing. It was all another reality.
She had to admit that it was a brilliant film - the man was a genius, there was no denying that. But his presence was ominous. She knew that he was there, somewhere in the dark movie theatre. She could not shake the feeling that from somewhere he was watching her every move.
"Let's get out of here," she said to Patty just as the film was ending.
They stumbled up the aisle in the darkness and then suddenly the entire theatre was filled with light. There was thunderous applause as the audience stood and gave their approval to the latest Scanucci epic.
"Pierce my tits," she said. "Pierce them. I want to feel the pain."
Doreen was holding a small circular device that had hooks in the edges of it.
"Please," she begged. "Please, I can't do it myself - you'll have to do it for me."
Patty looked down at her friend who was groveling on the floor beneath her, holding up the device.
"Please," Doreen cried. "Please, I need it."
Patty could see the wildness in her friend's eyes. She had never seen Doreen this way before. It was frightening.
"Alright," she said. "Give it to me."
Doreen thrust her hand upwards, handing it to her.
Not only did it have hooks in it, but chains were attached to the small circular disc. Each had hooks, clamps, objects to attach to the flesh.
Doreen sat up as Patty bent down to grip one of her tits. She pinched Doreen's nipple and heard Doreen gasp with the agony of it. Her friend's nipple, she knew, was the tenderest, most sensitive part of her body. Scanucci had been the one to violate her virgin nipples and she had now developed a passion for the pain.
The hook slid through the delicate flesh of Doreen's nipple and she let out a gasp of sheer and utter delight.
"The other one," she gasped. "Now the other one. Please, do the other one."
There was only one way to attach the other nipple. The tits had to be pulled tightly together. Patty had to use both hands to use on the disc.
"You'll have to help me," Patty said. "Hold your tits together. Push them together."
Doreen pressed her palms against the sides of her tits, forcing the nipples to almost touch. Patty slipped the hook through the tender skin and Doreen gasped - was it pleasure or pain - it was difficult to tell. The feeling, though, was obviously intense - more intense than anything she had ever experienced.
Doreen was in ecstasy. She heaved her breasts upwards and down with the great sighs that were escaping from her. She looked down at the pierced nipples, feeling the excruciating pain that was being caused.
"Now," she said. "Now I want you to take the big hooks and put them in my pussy lips. Clamp them open - open that cunt wide.
Open it as wide as you can."
She curved her back, letting the disc dangle the chains down. Pulling her legs up, she was almost able to make the hooks on the ends of the chains reach into her crotch.
Patty looked at her. She had never seen Doreen this way before. It was exciting but frightening. But she knew that she had to do what Doreen asked. The woman was possessed.
She gripped one of the clamps and held it in her fingers while she prisd open the soft lips of Doreen's cunt. She slid the metal clamp inside her vagina and stretched the flap as far as she could, then sunk the other end of the clamp into her fleshy thigh.
Doreen sighed in delight.
"Now the other one," she said. "The other one - the other one."
Patty pinched the lip of her friend's pussy, pulling on it, stretching it. She sank the sharp, steel edge of the clamp into the tender folds of her cunt and yanked, pulling it wide and as open as she could, revealing the inner tissues of her pussy and her delicate and excited clitoris.
"Pierce it," she said. "Pierce my thigh."
Patty gritted her teeth and clamped the sharp object into Doreen's skin, spreading her pussy wide open and holding it there.
"Now the clit," Doreen hissed. "Pierce my clit."
"No," Patty said. "No, not that."
"Yes," Doreen screamed. "Yes, yes, yes."
"But you could hurt yourself," Patty protested.
"Do it, dammit," Doreen screamed. "Do what I tell you, damn you!"
Patty knew that there was no arguing with her. It had to be done, but she did not want to do it. She knew how sensitive it was - she knew that it would hurt like hell and that if Doreen jerked at the pain too much, it would rip her clit right out of her pussy.
"No," Patty said. "I won't do it."
She stood up and looked down at her friend who was in the throes of ecstasy.
"Then I'll do it myself, damn it," Doreen said.
She gripped the dangling chain with the rounded steel hook in it with one hand and with the other, she put her fingers together and pinched her excited clit.
The gasp that rose from her lips as the metal pierce through her clit was enough to make Patty's blood run cold. Then Doreen pinched the rounded hook and it was closed, piercing her clit permanently, locking her into that position.
"No!" Patty protested when she saw what Doreen had done.
"Yes!" Doreen said, her eyes glowing with a strange fire.
Patty had never seen her like this before. It was terrifying.
Doreen began to rock slowly back and forth, pulling on her tits and her clit, driving herself into a frenzy.
Patty didn't know what to do. All she could do was stand there and stare down at Doreen who was heaving and sighing as the pain increased. The harder she rocked, the tighter the chains pulled on her vaginal lips and her clit. It must be more pain than anyone could endure, Patty thought.
She slipped quietly away, watching carefully to see that Doreen did not see that she was taking the phone with her as she slid into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Doreen was much to occupied with the agonies that she was causing herself to see what Patty was doing.
Her eyes were glazed with the ecstasy of her torture. She had never felt so intense a pain in her life - not even during the final scene in the film when she had gazed into the eyes of Scanucci - not even then.
Nothing could compare with the exquisite agony that she was causing herself now with every move she made.
She slid backwards an inch at a time, slithering on the floor, her tits attached to her clit with the hooks and the metal ring that was locked into her clit. Inching backwards, towards the chest of drawers that stood on the opposite side of the room.
"Hello," Patty whispered into the phone. "This is an emergency."
Doreen reached the chest of drawers and managed to turn herself around, painfully, so painfully, every move was agony - and she loved it.
She pulled open the bottom drawer of the chest and reached inside. She fumbled under the underwear that was there and found what she was looking for.
A slender steel rod with a spiked ball on either end.
She gripped it like a scepter and held it in front of her to look at. It was an evil looking device, designed to pierce and cause the greatest possible pain.
She gripped the ball on one end of it and aimed the other spiked ball into her spread open vagina.
"NO!" Patty shrieked as she opened the bathroom door.
But it was too late, Doreen had plunged the steel spiked ball deep into her pussy, piercing the inner depths of her cunt with the evil, needle-sharp spikes of the steel ball.
Patty flung herself on the floor, trying to grab at Doreen's hand as she buried the thing inside her cunt.
"Keep away," Doreen moaned. "Don't touch it. It's mine."
Patty watched in horror as Doreen began to gently slide the long steel rod that was obviously tearing her inner pussy to shreds. In and out, just a little, not great strokes, but enough to rupture the inner walls of her vagina.
Then Doreen carefully pinched the flesh at the mouth of her vaginal canal and one by one inserted the steel spikes of the ball she was holding in her hand into the flesh, permanently attaching the double-headed torture device in her cunt.
"Why?" Patty whispered, staring in horror at what her friend had done. "Why, why, why?"
"How are you feeling?" the doctor said to Doreen as he entered her room.
"Much better, thank you," she replied, smiling at the handsome young doctor.
"You're doing remarkably well," he said. "There appears to be no permanent damage at all."
Doreen lay back against the pillows and looked out the window.
"Let me examine you," the doctor said. Doreen lifted the sheet that was covering her and let the doctor place it at the foot of the bed. She was comfortable with him. He was kind and gentle.
She was strapped in the bed, her legs spread wide apart to allow the healing process to occur. She did have her hands free now, but her legs were securely placed to give "her the maximum benefit of the medication that had been prescribed for her.
The doctor gently slithered his vaselined finger into her vagina - feeling tenderly and carefully for scar tissue as he probed slowly into the area that had been damaged by the steel spikes and clamps that she had inserted into herself.
"Fine," he said, extracting his finger. "It seems to be doing very well."
Doreen smiled at the doctor. He was gentle and kind - one of the few times that she had ever found that at the hands of a man. Usually, they had used her unmercifully for their own pleasure and then discarded her like a used toy when they were done.
But Doreen was really confident now that everything would be fine.