Chapter 1
Doreen was really excited. She had dreamed of this day ever since she had first been to a movie when she was seven years old. To be a movie actress was her burning ambition. She had never considered any other way of life. And now it was about to become a reality.
To be accepted to train with Giorgio Scanucci, the world famous Italian director was every girl's dream who wanted to achieve international fame in the movies. Doreen couldn't believe it when she was told to report to his studio just outside Rome for a screen test. It was the biggest day in her life.
She had sent in her modeling pictures, the ones that had appeared in every major European fashion magazine. She had prayed that she would be accepted and now that she was on her way to the screen test, she could hardly contain herself.
Would the car never get there?
The streets as they neared the edge of The Eternal City were narrower and narrower. She felt confined by the ancient buildings that surrounded her on every side. If only the car would hurry. If only it could, but the streets were clogged with peddlers and pedestrians and bunches of small school children. She would have been just as pleased to run them all down in her hurry to get to her appointment. Above all she did not want to be late.
"Can't you go any faster?" she called to the driver.
"No, lady - you see for yourself, it's impossible."
Doreen slung herself back against the car seat and lit a cigarette. She was not one for patience in the best of circumstances and this morning's interview and test meant so much for her that she was ready to scream at the slowness of her progress.
At last, the car pulled free of the clogging traffic of the city and they were in the open country, headed for the villa where Scanucci's studio was located.
Doreen had driven past the forbidding looking studio many times, dreaming of someday being permitted inside it s stone walls - the walls behind which Scanucci produced his epic motion pictures, pictures that had won awards all over the world.
There were some who said that he was a genius, others who said that he was mad. Perhaps, both were true. At any rate, he was one of the greatest film directors of all time. That no one disputed. And Doreen could not wait to meet the famous man.
The car pulled up in front of the huge old iron gate that guarded the privacy of the film studio. A uniformed guard came to the window of the car.
"No admittance," he said to the driver.
"Tell him I have a letter," Doreen instructed her hired driver.
She fumbled in her purse, looking for the letter that would admit her to the private grounds of the film studio.
"She has a letter," the driver told the guard.
He looked into the back seat where Doreen was fumbling in her purse.
"I'll find it in a minute," she told the guard through the open window as he stepped to the rear of the car.
The guard grinned at the pretty girl with shoulder length blonde hair who was searching frantically in her large purse for the prized letter from the film director.
Some said that she resembled the movie star Sandy Dennis. There was a certain similarity she had to admit herself. The pouting lips and the cute little turned up nose. But Doreen had a haughty air about her that gave her much more of a presence than the simpering Sandy Dennis. She couldn't stand the girl herself and wished that she had looked like someone else. But she dealt with what she had been given to deal with.
"Here it is," she said triumphantly, pulling the treasured letter from her purse. She thrust it through the open window of the car and the guard took it from her.
She watched his face in pride as he extracted the letter from the envelope and began to read it.
"To Miss Doreen Fisher, 8 Via Flamminia
Roma
Dear Miss Fisher:
You have been accepted for a screen test at the studio of Giorgio Scanucci. Congratulations.
You will report promptly at 8:00 a.m. on Friday the 2Ist of this month. Be prompt.
There will be no second chance.
Girogio Scanucci
Director"
"This seems to be in order," the guard said, handing the letter back through the open car window to Doreen. She took it and smiled at the guard. He was a good looking young man. His face was perhaps a bit cruel, but that was exciting to Doreen. She liked dominant men. They made her feel like more of a woman. But she was not about to take any shit from anybody. Not her.
The guard pushed a button that unlocked the gate electronically and the car proceeded into the grounds of the ancient villa where Scanucci had set up his world famous film studio.
As they drove up the long drive that lead to the main building of the studio, Doreen saw a lot of people walking about in costumes from other times and other places.
Women in the costumes of ancient Egypt mingled with nuns and girls in mini-skirts. It was fantastic.
She was thrilled as they pulled up in front of the huge doorway to the film studio.
"I have no idea how long I will be," Doreen said to the driver. "You'll just have to wait."
"Very good," the driver said, opening the car door for Doreen.
She straightened herself up and walked up the grand stone staircase to the front entrance of the studio.
The immense oak door swung inward as she touched it and she stepped inside.
It was amazingly modern looking inside. There were glass partitions and florescent light fixtures that gave the place an impersonal office atmosphere. She hadn't known what to expect and was somewhat surprised by what she did find.
"May I held you?" an attractive young girl who was seated at a desk marked "Receptionist" asked her.
"Yes," Doreen said. She found the letter and handed it to the girl.
"Oh yes," the young woman said. "You are expected."
She pushed a button on the panel that was on her desk and handed the letter back to Doreen.
Through a doorway at the side of the reception area a young man appeared.
"Miss Fisher?" he asked. "Yes," Doreen said.
"Come with me please," the young man said. "Everything is ready for you."
Doreen felt her heart leap into her throat as she followed the young man through the doorway and down a long corridor that led to the inner secrets of the great film studio.
"You may wait in here," the young man said, opening a door for her.
Doreen nodded her thanks and walked into the small room the young man had indicated to her.
The door closed behind her and she thought she heard a lock snap.
"Good morning," a voice said, coming from nowhere.
Doreen looked around the small room. It was lined in mirrors, but she could not see anyone but herself, reflected endlessly in the mirrors.
"Good morning," Doreen said into the labyrinth of her own reflection.
"The Master will be ready for you shortly," the voice said. It seemed to come from a speaker somewhere in the ceiling above her head, but Doreen could not see one. "You will wait here until you are called for."
"Thank you," Doreen said.
She looked at her reflection in the mirrors.
She had taken particular care this morning to look her very best. She had gotten plenty of sleep all week, ever since the letter had come and she was looking really good.
Her delicate complexion was shining with anticipation of her screen test. She checked her make-up in the mirror. It was perfect. There was not a blemish anywhere on her face. It looked enchanting.
"Take off your clothes," the voice said, suddenly.
"What?" Doreen said, startled.
"Take off your clothes," the voice repeated. "The Master needs to see all of you."
Doreen hesitated. She had never appeared for nude photos anywhere. Had rarely allowed herself to be seen in even skimpy costumes.
"Take off your clothes," the voice said once more, this time with an edge of impatience to it.
Doreen sighed. If it had to be, it had to be, she thought. There was nothing she would not do for the chance to work with the famous Scanucci.
She began to unbutton the front of her dress. It was a pretty silk print that she thought the director would like. She had seen a similar dress on one of his favorite stars in his last picture. Now he would not even see the dress, unless she was permitted to put it on again.
There was a small bench in the center of the room. Doreen lay her dress on the bench and began to slide out of her slip.
Her pink panties and bra set off the tan of her skin very nicely. She liked the way she looked when she caught herself in the mirrors. She could see her body from every angle.
"The rest of it too," the voice said.
Apparently she was being watched. She looked at the mirrors that surrounded the entire room. Obviously they were the kind that could be seen through from the other side. One-way mirrors. Although she could see only her reflection in them, unknown people on the other side could see clearly everything that she did in the small room. Perhaps, there, were even cameras behind the mirrors, filming her as she stripped off her bra and then her panties.
She felt very vulnerable standing naked in the mirrored room. She did not know who or how many people were watching her, but she knew that she was being seen by at least one person from beyond the mirrors.
"Turn slowly around," the voice said. "We need to see every side of you."
Doreen put her hands on her hips and struck an attractive pose. She slowly turned in a complete circle, letting whoever or whatever was behind the mirrors take a good long look at her slim and attractive young body.
Suddenly the door of the room opened.
Doreen was startled. There was a tall and masculine looking woman who entered the room.
"Put this on," the woman said, handing Doreen a flimsy robe.
Doreen took the robe and wrapped it around her body. It fit fairly well and she knotted the belt that held the garment together. It was thin material, but not so thin that it was transparent - quite. Her skin tone could be detected just slightly through the robe. It had a sexual and voluptuous feel to it.
"Come with me," the woman said. She opened the door to the room and Doreen stepped once again into the long corridor.
The woman walked briskly ahead as Doreen followed. She turned a corner and stopped in front of an old iron door.
"In here," the woman said, holding open the door.
Doreen stepped through the door and it clanged shut behind her.
Blinding lights hit her eyes. She could not see anything in the place where she was, only the glare of lights that shone into her face and washed over her body from every direction.
"Doreen Fisher," a voice announced from somewhere beyond the lights.
"Strip her," a voice said in the blackness beyond the lights.
Two men entered the circle of light. They walked to Doreen and held out their hands.
"Take off the robe," one of them said.
Doreen took a deep breath and unfastened the belt that held the flimsy robe together.
She opened it and one of the men stepped up and slipped it off her shoulders.
She stood naked now, staring into the blinding white lights that were everywhere.
"Proceed," the voice from the darkness said.
One of the men had brought a case with him. It resembled a large overnight bag. He opened the case and pulled out a long, slender needle.
Doreen cringed as he held the needle up. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked.
"You'll see," the man said. "Come here."
"No," Doreen said, clutching her arms about her naked body. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I must have complete obedience," the voice who was giving the commands said from the darkness. "Do as you are told - or get out."
Doreen knew then that it was the famous director himself who was out there in the blackness giving the orders. She wanted this more than anything in the world.
"Alright, she said, dropping her hands from their protective attitude.
She stepped towards the man who was holding the long needle, awaiting whatever was going to happen to her.
It resembled a knitting needle, except that it was much longer and sharper. It was made of polished steel which glinted in the lights that beat down on her from every side.
The man who had taken the robe from her stepped up behind her and gripped her by the arms. He pinned them behind her, holding tight as the man with the needle stepped up in front of Doreen.
She watched as he gripped her left tit firmly in his hand, holding it upwards as he aimed the point of the needle at her tit.
"No," she screamed as he began to push the tip of the needle against her bare breast. The man behind her gripped harder, holding her helpless as the man plunged the needle through her tit.
The pain was excruciating as the long, slender needle rammed through the soft flesh of her young tit. She had never known such sudden and piercing pain.
Then the other tit with another needle. She could hardly stand up. If the man behind her had not been strong and holding her erect, she would have collapsed on the floor of the stage where she was being pierced with the needles.
The man who had pierced her breasts stepped back and reached into the case that he had carried with him. He took out two large rings of steel and walked back to where Doreen was being held by the other man.
He slipped the needles out of her tits and replaced them with the rings. They were clamped shut and she looked down at the two huge rings that were locked into place in her tits.
They were about three inches across and heavy. They were made of steel and glittered in the bright, white light.
"Now her pussy," the voice of Sanucci came from the darkness. "Put the rings in the lips of her cunt."
Doreen gasped as she realized what was going to happen to her. She had not expected anything like this, but she knew that if she ever wanted to work with the famous man that she would have to endure anything that he asked her to do.
She watched as the man with the needles knelt in front of her. He gripped the soft textured skin of her labia and stretched it outwards. The sharp needle that he had used to pierce her tit stabbed into her tender pussy lips and she let out a sudden burst of air. It was a silent scream at the pain that was being caused by the needle sliding into her warm, tender pussy lips.
The rings clamped into her labia as quickly as the needle was extracted. The tight grip the man had on her arms from behind left her helpless to do anything but look down at the newly acquired decorations on her body.
Four steel rings were now locked into her tits and her cunt. She smarted at the pain, but it was not over yet - that she knew as soon as she saw the device which was being wheeled out onto the lighted area.
A small platform with an upright two by four and a huge studded dildo was wheeled out and placed in the brightest spot in the lights that shone down on her. "Lash her to it."
Doreen was still being held by the man behind her. The man who had pierced her flesh brought a length of nylon rope out of his case and attached one end of it to one of the rings in her tits.
He tugged on it to test the knot that he had made. It held.
"Come with me," he said, tugging on the nylon rope.
Doreen could do nothing else. She allowed herself to be led to the platform and she stood up on it.
There was a ring in the side of the two by four facing her. The man looped the rope through the ring on the two by four and then through each of the rings that were attached to her cunt lips.
He pulled on the rope and Doreen was forced to squat as the rings were pulled. He looped the other end of the rope through the ring on her right tit and she was held in place, the dildo that jutted up from the floor of the platform aimed at her open anus.
"Tie her hands down," the voice from the blackness called.
Sturdy ropes were looped around her wrists, tying them to her legs just above the ankles. Doreen had to raise up on her toes, or the rope that attached her pussy to the two by four would pull. It hurt as she tried to find a reasonably comfortable position.
"Now sit on it," the voice said from the blackness beyond the circle of light.
Doreen hesitated. She knew that the dildo would tear her asshole open.
"Sit on the dildo," the voice commanded.
Doreen clenched her teeth. She knew that there was nothing to do but comply with the order.
Slowly she began to lower herself, her tip-toe position giving way as she lowered her body.
The head of the dildo poked at her rosy pink asshole. She felt the hard rubber of the dildo slide into the tiny opening of her ass and she gasped. It hurt far more than she had anticipated. But she knew that she had to take it. She felt the hard rubber of the dildo as it pressed her anal muscles apart. She had never felt such pain. It was stretching her tight asshole wide open as she inched her way down on the dildo.
Two inches then three of the hard rubber rammed into her butt as she lowered herself over the thing.
The rings were pulling at her pussy lips, stretching them out as she felt the big dildo poke into her asshole. Then the rings on her tits began to pull as she resisted the pressure of the dildo and tried to slide back up.
"Take it," the director shouted from behind the lights.
She knew that the whole thing was being filmed. She could hear the quiet whirr of the cameras that were aimed at her as she rammed herself down on the dildo, taking six inches of the hard rubber into her pussy.
She gasped at the pain that shot through her whole body. She felt as though her butt hole was being ripped open. She could feel a slight trickle of blood leak from her ass and dribble down the length of the huge dildo as she rode up and down on it, fucking herself in the ass with the thing as the rings pulled on her cunt lips and her tits.
The ropes that were around her wrists and ankles bound her tightly. She felt the chaffing of the ropes as she wriggled with the dildo firmly planted up her ass. Doreen felt the tender muscles of her ass grip at the dildo as she rammed herself up and down on the hated object.
It rammed deep, deep into her hot butt hole as she raised herself up and down on it, driving it farther and farther into her ass as the rings pulled on her tits, making them ache as she strained to keep her pussy from being stretch to extremes.
"Give her something to suck on," the director commanded.
One of the men who had gotten her into this position came up onto the stage. He stood directly in front of her and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his thick cock and pushed it against Doreen's lips. She opened her mouth and took the man's cock inside.
She felt the hard thrusts of his meat as he rammed it into her throat, the dildo stretching her asshole wide open as she sucked on the man's hard, throbbing cock.
Doreen's ass was pulsating at the agony of the dildo as she bounced up and down on it, taking it all the way up her butt as she sucked on the man's cock. He rammed it into her mouth, plunging past her teeth and over her tongue, poking the head of his dick against the back of her throat and making her gag.
She felt the pulling of the rings on her pussy lips and knew that she could not take much more. But she had to, there was no way out.
The man rammed his hard dick into her mouth, his balls slapping her on the chin as he drove it all the way down her throat, pushing it in as far as he could and shooting his hot, thick load of cum into Doreen's sucking, licking mouth.
She gulped down the load of juicy cum as he squirted it into her throat. The dildo rammed up her butt and she felt a warm, slippery feeling in her pussy as the rings jerked on her cunt lips and stretched them farther and farther.
"Cut," she heard from beyond the circle of light.
Doreen relaxed against the seat of the hired car as the driver pulled through the gates of the film studio.
She clutched the signed contract in her hand and closed her eyes.
Now that she had passed the screen test - taken anything the director had dished out to her - now what?
She looked at her contract. She was signed for one picture. It was called "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon." She could only imagine what would be required of her for the filming.
But to have this signed contract in her hands was the most important.
She knew now that she could take whatever was required.