Epilogue
FAMED FILM DIRECTOR IN CRITICAL CONDITION.
Rome - Film director, Giorgio Scanucci, was admitted to Our Lady of the Seven Dolors Hospital early this morning with multiple contusions, lacerations and concussion. He is listed in critical condition and no visitors are permitted.
Scanucci, winner of countless awards for his bizarre and startling films, "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon."
"Terror of Auschwitz."
"The Scourge of the Orient."
"The Private Life of the Marquis de Sade" has always aroused controversy from the subject matter of his films.
No comment from the studio heads of his elaborate facility outside of Rome, but it is rumored that the director had hosted a party at the studio the night before his admittance to the hospital. It is thought that his injuries were the result of some incident that occurred at the alleged party.
Doreen read the news item with interest. From her New York apartment overlooking Central Park, all that life seemed so far behind her. But it was haunting her even on this clear spring morning as she sipped her coffee and watched the children playing in the park far below her.
"Have you seen this?" Doreen said, thrusting the newspaper towards Patty as she came out onto the terrace where Doreen was having breakfast.
"Yes," Patty said. "I wonder what happened."
"It sounds like he threw one of his little soirees and the tables got turned on him."
"That's what I thought," Patty said, sitting down at the table. "The bastard deserves anything he gets."
Doreen had mixed feelings about Scanucci. It had been a long time - nearly two years - since she had appeared in his film. She had recovered from the physical damage that had been caused, but there were scars on her mind that would take a long time to heal.
"I wish I had been there," Patty said. "I'd like to give the old son of a bitch a few lashes of his own whip."
Doreen didn't comment. She simply sipped her coffee and looked across the small table at Patty.
She had never thought that she and Patty would have lasted this long together. After her recovery in the hospital, all she had wanted to do was to get away from Rome. She couldn't bear the sight of the beautiful city with all the memories that it held for her.
What had surprised her most of all was that Patty consented to come back to the States with her.
"Whither thou goest," Patty had said. "Or something like, that - I think it's in the Bible." . "Yes," Doreen said. "Naomi and Ruth."
"They had lesbians in the Bible?" Patty asked, her eyebrows rising to unprecedented heights.
"Well - " Doreen said. "It doesn't get into the nitty gritty details, but there are rumors . . who knows."
"There are always rumors," Patty said. "Who knows what to believe any more?"
The two women sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the peace and security of their morning, far from the horrors they had both endured.
They were startled by the phone ringing. It jarred them out of their reverie.
"I'll get it," Doreen said. "It might be about that modeling job."
She left the terrace and walked into the living room.
"Hello," she said as she picked up the princess phone.
"Overseas operator," a metallic voice rasped. "Rome calling Doreen DuVal."
"This is Miss DuVal," Doreen said.
"Go ahead please," the metallic voice rasped.
"Doreen?" a gurgling voice said - why did trans-Atlantic calls always sound as though the ocean was seeping into the wires?
"Yes," Doreen said.
"This is Raquel," the voice annouced.
"Raquel!" Doreen said, overjoyed to hear from the pretty girl after so long.
"Have you read about Scanucci?" Raquel asked.
"Yes," Doreen said. "It's in the morning papers."
"I was there," Raquel said.
"Really?" Doreen gasped. "What happened?"
"It was wild," Raquel said. "Simply wild."
"I'll bet," Doreen commented. "Tell me about it."
Scanucci had just finished a new picture, his biggest and most elaborate. It was about the Nazi occupation of Rome and was a real ball-buster. There had been quite a number of incidents on the set during the filming. It was the cruelest and most bizarre film of his career.
At last the filming was completed and Scanucci had announced that there would be a party on the set for all the cast and crew. There were some hard feelings from some of the people who had been in the film. Scanucci had really outdone himself in the torture scenes. Several of the participants had been taken to the hospital and the whole thing had to be hushed up. There was some doubt that the film would ever be shown. They didn't see how it would ever get past the censors.
Scanucci was doing his usual God-bit at the party - sitting aloof and removed from the general mob. He watched the others like a camera, his dark glasses in place, his face immobile as the party progressed.
Raquel had watched him also.
For a long time she had tried to think of a way to get even with him for all the degrading things that he had done to her. She was not alone in her feelings.
"Let's get the son of a bitch," one of the other girls whispered to her while the party was running full swing.
"What do you mean?" Raquel said.
"You know exactly what I mean," the other girl said. "Let's get even with the bastard and give him some of his own medicine."
"How?" Raquel said, intrigued.
"Lure him away from the group - you can do it. He's wild about you."
Raquel knew that was true. Scanucci seemed to have some interest in her above and beyond the usual relationship of director and actress. She had been singled out a number of times in the course of her career with him for "special assignments."
"Alright," Raquel said. "Watch me and I'll do what I can."
It didn't take long. Scanucci was always hornier than hell after the completion of one of his films. It was rumored that he never had sex until a film was "in the can."
There was a bordello set in the movie and it was there that Raquel lured him - a big brass bed in a room that had been built to look like one of the antique houses that had been turned into whorehouses during the second world war.
She was lying on the bed, naked, teasing him - spreading her legs wide and closing them as he stood beside her, watching - always watching through those impenetrable dark glasses.
"You want it, don't you?" Raquel whispered, spreading her pussy lips open. "You want my hot cunt, don't you? Don't you?"
Scanucci licked his lips. His mouth was dry. He had always tried to hide any feeling that he had - he never let on that he was sexually turned on by any of the things that went on in front of his camera. But it was rumored that he had a hard-on throughout the filming of his many epic motion pictures - waiting - waiting until the film was completed and then he would shoot off his nuts like a skyrocket - flooding the girls that he chose with his pent-up semen.
Raquel could sense the tenseness in his body. He was wound up and ready to snap, like a coiled spring. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game. The man was a master sadist and she was alone with him. But her friend was aware of what was happening and Raquel played the game right up to the breaking point.
"Do with me what you want," she moaned, writhing and squirming on the bed. "You know I'm yours - do it - whatever is in your mind - do it."
Raquel opened her legs wide, she could feel the hot juices of her pussy slithering over the sweet folds of her cunt. She was hot with the idea of what might happen - and she was horny too.
She reached over to the side of the bed where Scanucci was standing and groped his meat. He was as hard as a rock. Her fingers slid up and down the thick shaft of his cock through the pants that he was wearing - it was quite a cock.
Scanucci reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out some alligator clips. He reached down and began applying them to Raquel's body. Her nipples were first.
Raquel gritted her teeth as she felt the sharp teeth of the metal clips sink into her tender flesh. She knew that Scanucci was only beginning and it was exciting to her, as well as being a bit frightening. She hoped that the other girl knew what she was doing, otherwise Raquel could be in for a very rough scene.
She unzipped his fly and reached her hand inside and gripped his prick in her hand as he sank another of the clips into her tit. It was painful, but if what the girl had promised her came true, it would be worth a bit of pain to get even with Scanucci.
As Raquel stroked Scanucci's meat, he gripped the lips of her pussy and began applying the alligator clips to the tender membrane. The pain was excruciating, but she was ready to endure it - for a while at least.
He was clipping her pussy open, attaching the folds of her vagina to her thighs as she grimaced in pain and unfastened his belt. His pants slipped down and she was able to grab hold of his balls.
"Hang onto them!" Maria, the girl who had plotted with Raquel said. "Hang onto those balls."
Raquel dug her long fingernails into Scanucci's balls as Maria led a large number of women into the room that was set up to look like a bordello.
"What the - " Scanucci began to say, but the pain of having the long, blood-red fingernails digging into his tender testicles, made him cut it short.
"Now it's our turn," one of the girls said. "Now we get back at you, you slimy son of a bitch."
Scanucci was not a big man. He was about 5' 7" and rather on the slender side. He was wiry and strong, but there were so many women suddenly around him, grabbing at his arms and legs and pinning him to the bed where Raquel had been lying that it was useless for him to struggle.
Handcuffs were snapped on his wrists and manacles on his ankles. He was attached to the brass rods at the head and the foot of the bed.
"Let's get those clothes off him," one of the women said.
"Yeah, strip the s.o.b.," another said.
Maria emerged from the group of women who were gathered about the bed. She was holding a gleaming, steel barber's razor in her hand and it was open.
From behind the glasses, Scanucci watched as Maria methodically began to open the seams of his clothing, stripping his garments away as she barely touched his flesh with the deathly sharp edge of the razor.
One by one, his clothes were stripped away. His cock was still hard as his naked body was exposed to the women who were after revenge.
Raquel had removed the alligator clips from her skin. She began passing them around to the women who were clustered in the room. Each eagerly took one of the sharp-toothed toys and found her own favorite place to attach it to the man's body.
His balls were very popular with the girls. He had at least seventeen of the things biting into his nuts. Also the foreskin of his penis was very well covered with the objects. The tingling of the sharp biting clips brought him to an even fuller erection than he had had before.
"Get the mattress off," one of the women said. "Just slide it out from under him. There's no reason he should have a soft bed to lie on."
While some of the women lifted his body upwards, others ripped the mattress out from under him and let him fall onto the open-work springs of the bed. It was the old-fashioned kind that had twisted wires in a net pattern to support the mattress. The sharp points of the wires cut into Scanucci's flesh as he was laid onto the bare springs.
"Get me something to shove up his ass," one of the women said.
"How about this?" a voice offered.
The spiked dildo was quite familiar to Scanucci. He had had it specially made for one of his films. About fourteen inches long, it was an evil device of hard black rubber with a ring of sharp, steel spikes just below the head of the phallic replica.
The woman slid under the bed, lying on the floor with the dildo in her hand. Her lips parted and she licked her lips as she began to prod the untouched ass of the hated film director.
"Give it to him," one of the women said. "Shove it up his asshole - make him bleed."
"Yes," another said. "Rip the bastard's asshole wide open."
More of the women called encouragement as the girl on the floor poked upwards through the meshwork of the bedsprings, prodding and teasing Scanucci with the dreaded dildo.
"AAHHHHGGGGHHH!" Scanucci screamed as the full length of the dildo was rammed into his ass - buried deep and painfully in his virgin butt.
WHACK!
A whip cut across his face, cutting deep into his cheek. WHACK!
Another whip cut across his stomach. WHACK!
A third whip cut into his naked thighs.
The girl with the spiked dildo gripped the end of it and began to ram it in and out of Scanucci's torn and bleeding asshole.
The whips were cutting deep and long slashes in his naked skin. Three, then four, then five whips were attacking him at the same time while the girl on the floor under him ripped his asshole with the spiked dildo and rammed it all the way inside, shoving it. up beyond the point where it could be retrieved.
Suddenly, the whipping stopped.
Scanucci was gasping for breath as he lay there, bound hand and foot to the brass bed, bleeding from every pore of his body.
His body looked like hamburger as Raquel put her foot up on the edge of the bed and hoisted herself upwards, spreading her legs and straddling the naked, bleeding man on the bed.
"Let's see how this feels," she said.
Raquel's wide-spread cunt was aimed over Scanucci's bleeding belly. She began with a slow trickle of urine that quickly turned into a flood. He screamed as the salty piss hit his open wounds, singeing him with unbelievable pain.
One by one the girls climbed onto the framework of the bed and pissed on him, drowning him in their urine as his blood, oozed from the open wounds that they had caused.
Blood dripped from his anus from where the girl had rammed the steely spikes into his tender and virgin flesh. He was dripping blood from each of the many lash marks that they had given him with the whips - the man who had caused so much pain and humiliation in so many women was now getting it all back - and more.
He cringed as he saw what was coming next.
The thumb screws that he had used so often in his pictures were one of the most painful of the torture devices that he had resurrected from the classic dungeons of the Inquisition.
Originally they had been used to induce helpless victims to confess to "heresy" against the Church - which, of course, meant that any time one of the higher ups in the Church decided that he wanted a wealthy man's property or his wife, he was accused of heresy and brought before the Inquisition. After the ingenious tortures that were devised, what man would not confess to anything - even to such a heinous crime as consorting with the Devil himself?
Scanucci watched as the various girls began to apply the thumb screws - not only to his thumbs, but to his fingers, his toes and finally to his prick.
He felt the steel - the cold and relentless steel being snapped onto his cut and bleeding prick. The girl who was applying it, looked at him and smiled - it was a smile of infinite hatred.
Slowly and methodically, the screws were tightened, holding him tightly and painfully in the grip of the small vises, the vises that would grow tighter and tighter, breaking his blood vessels as the flesh turned black from the painful pressure.
As Doreen listened to Raquel recount the incidents of the night of revenge, her pussy began to drip.
Just the thought of getting even with the evil bastard was enough to turn her on. She slipped her hand inside the dressing gown that she was wearing and began to finger her already excited clit.
Harder and harder she pinched her sensitive and swollen clitoris as the girl on the other side of the Atlantic told her the things that had been done to the man she knew was a reincarnation of one of the demons of Hell.
Scanucci was an evil man - a genius, yes. But evil through and through.
As Raquel continued her story, Doren lay back against the sofa and spread her creamy thighs wide, reaching deep into the pink lips of her pussy and sliding her fingers in and out of her hot, excited cunt.
Patty wondered what was taking her friend so long on the phone. She stood up from where she was seated on the terrace and walked into living room.
Doreen was sitting spread open on the couch, her breath coming in short, quick gasps as she fingered herself, the phone cradled on her shoulder as she listened to Raquel tell about the night the girls had finally gotten back at the hated Scanucci.
Dropping to her knees in front of Doreen, Patty opened the gown all the way and exposed her friend's hot body. Her tits were excited as well as her clit and as Patty slid between her outspread legs, Doreen began to pinch her own nipples, twisting them and torturing them as
Patty slipped her tongue up and down Doreen's moist slit and plunged her tongue inside, licking and sucking at Doreen's hot, sweet twat.
"The last straw," Raquel said, "came when we decided to display him to the rest of the cast and crew of the film.
"We unshackled him and dragged him from the room where we had performed the deed. He pleaded with us not to show the rest of them what we had done, but we had to have our revenge complete.
"We knew that the rest of the people hated him as much as we did and that the were simply afraid to do' anything about it - afraid that he would get back at them.
"But by this time we didn't care - we were drunk with the power of the torturing that we had already performed on that slimy son of a bitch and we wanted it to be complete."
Patty slipped her lips over the hot opening to Doreen's pussy and sucked.
She could taste the warm and succulent fluids that rushed from her friend's excited cunt, dripping onto her thighs and running down her legs as the woman listened with rapt attention to the report from the other side of the Atlantic.
"There was a hushed and shocked silence as we dragged the naked and bleeding body of Scanucci into the midst of the party.
"Hardly anyone dared believe what they were being shown - that, at last, the man who had inflicted so much pain on so many others had received what was coming to him.
"One of the men who had been mutilated in one of the torture scenes - a deep scar had been cut in his face which would never heal completely - stepped up to the sorry sight that was now Scanucci and spat full in his face.
"He called him a scum bag and worse - in front of everyone.
"Someone suggested that we drag him into the middle of Rome and leave his body in the fountain - but someone else wanted to drag him to a cliff and throw him over and let him die."
Patty's tongue was going lickety-split inside Doreen's heaving cunt.
Doreen gripped her nipples hard and felt the warmth and sweetness of Patty's tongue licking out her slit as the girl on the other side of the ocean went on and on - telling more and more about what had been done to Scanucci.
He had been punched in the stomach, kicked in the balls, his head ground into the dirt, spat upon, shat upon, pissed upon - everything that he had done to others was coming back on him - tenfold - and it was only right. It was his just deserts for all that he had done to others over the years - he had it coming - and he seemed to accept it - as he stared blankly and silently at the mob who had turned on him -his dark glasses, shattered and broken - lying in the bleeding dust at his feet.
Doreen grabbed hold of Patty's head and rammed it between her legs, humping and shoving her cunt into the woman's face as she let go with a hot flood of her sweet pussy juice, drowning Patty in the hot passionate cream from her cunt.
The newspapers were discreet about further reports on the condition of Scanucci. When he was finally released from the hospital, he seemed to vanish in thin air - no one knew where he had gone or what he was up to.
But Doreen knew that someday - some where - she would once again gaze into his eyes - they would haunt her for the rest of her life.
But, as she hung up the phone from talking with Raquel, she didn't care about Scanucci - she couldn't care less about the evil bastard.
All she cared about now was Patty and the wonderful love-making the two of them had together.
It was like nothing that she had ever known before - gentle - sweet, sweet Patty - she knew more ways to please her than she had ever thought possible.
And it didn't stop her from enjoying men either. There were many nights when she and
Patty would find a really groovy guy and bring him home and do things to the guy that he had never thought possible. The two women would really turn the guy on - feeding him their pussies, sucking his cock - doing everything that they could think of to give him pleasure and expecting the same from him. After all it was only fair.