Chapter 2
Scanucci scanned the set. The dance sequence that was a central part of his musical film was not going well. His choreographer was demanding and the - dancers were having a difficult time keeping the positions that he assigned to them.
"Hold it!" Rossi, the choreographer screamed. "Hold those positions!"
"I can't" one of the girls said, sliding down to the floor. He had her squatting with her legs spread wide apart. She had been in that position for nearly ten minutes and the strain on her muscles was too much, She simply could not hold it any longer.
"You will hold the positions that I give you," he said. "Or I will find dancers who can."
It was nerve wracking. The girls were all good dancers, but the demands of Rossi were becoming more and more outrageous.
The hot lights of the sound stage beat down on the dancers. They were clad in tight latex outfits with hoods that covered their head and left their breasts open. The skimpy G-strings that they wore cut into their flesh as they moved in the difficult dance steps that Rossi was putting them through.
The long legs of the girls were encased in latex boots that came all the way up their thighs. It was hot and sweaty under the lights and they were getting tired.
"Take a break," Scanucci ordered. "Rossi, I want to talk to you."
The girls groaned as they let themselves out of the contorted positions that they had been attempting to hold.
"We are going to be filming this sequence in a few days," Scanucci said as Rossi sat down next to him in the camp chair that was provided for him. "Are these cunts going to be ready?"
"Yes," Rossi assured him. "They will be ready."
"Good," Scanucci said. "Do whatever you have to to get them into shape. We film on Friday and I don't want to take more than one day to do it."
"Right," Rossi said. He stood up and looked over the girls who were taking their break. They were an attractive lot, he thought to himself. Attractive and dedicated. It was gratifying to know that the routines that he had devised for the dancers were the hardest things that had ever been required of them. Also that the result of his months of planning would be committed to film and therefore immortalized. He hated to have his dances performed, in theatres and night clubs where after the performance it was all over. He liked the feeling of immortality that film gave him.
"Alright," he commanded. "Break is over. Back to your positions."
There was general groaning from the girls. Their muscles ached and were strained past endurance, but it was not over yet. They had hours more to rehearse that day and the next and the next. By Friday when the cameras rolled, he knew that they would all be capable of the acrobatic requirements that he had set for them.
"Exercise time," he said. "I want to see those legs stretched nearly out of the sockets. Now let's move it."
The girls lined up and he gave the command.
"Split," he ordered.
The girls dropped to the floor, their legs stretched out at their sides. They bounced up and down, their pussies stretching open as they hit the floor, their legs extended as far as they would go.
Some of the girls couldn't quite make it down to the floor.
Rossi crossed to them and shoved on their shoulders, causing them to gasp in pain as he forced them down to the polished floor, their pussies ripping open as he rammed down on their shoulders.
"Stretch," he said, "stretch out those legs."
The girls strained and stretched their legs as far as they could. Their boot toes pointed outwards and they felt the stretching in their thighs and calves as their pussies spread open.
"Donna," Rossi said to one of the girls. "How is the leg stretch coming?"
Donna was one of the featured soloists. She had a grueling routine to perform with her left leg locked around the back of her neck. She had been working on it for weeks, but she still had not performed it to Rossi's satisfaction.
"It's coming," Donna said, smiling up at the choreographer she adored. "It's coming."
"Let me see," he said, stepping back. "Go into the routine."
Donna slid her legs together from the stretched out split that she was executing. She rolled over onto her stomach and put the palms of her hands on the floor. Her left leg began to double back and she bent her head down to allow it to slip behind her neck. She strained and struggled, but she couldn't quite make it.
"I'll help you one more time," Rossi said. He grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled, shoving her foot behind her head as she lay on the floor.
Donna felt the stretching of her muscles, it was quite painful as the man pulled on her leg, forcing it into the position that he had devised for her.
"Lift her up," he said to the girls on either side of Donna.
The two girls gripped Donna by the elbows and pulled her upwards. She set her right foot on the floor and they brought her to an upright position, with her left leg high over her head, firmly placed around the back of her neck.
"Let her go," Rossi said to the two girls who were supporting Donna.
They released their hold on her and she went crashing to the floor, nearly smashing her pretty face against the highly polished boards of the dancing area.
"Stupid bitch," Rossi said.
"I'm sorry," Donna said, trying to untangle her leg from her neck.
"Try again," Rossi said. "If you don't get it right, I'll break every bone in your body."
This time Donna sat on the floor, her right leg stretched out to its full length. She had long, slender legs, the legs of a dancer. They were well muscled and she had control of her body sufficient for most requirements, but Rossi was placing unusual demands on her technique. She strained, lifting her leg and placing it behind Tier neck with some difficulty, but managing to accomplish the feat.
"Now do it without using your hands."
Donna brought her leg down to rest on the floor and then began again. She lifted her long, slender leg upwards, bending her body forward, leaning her head down and reaching for the back of her neck with her foot.
Just an inch or two more, she strained and stretched, trying to accomplish the task with her hands on the floor.
"Here," Rossi finally said in desperation. He grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled. Her foot slipped behind her neck and he left her sitting there in that position.
"Keep practicing," he said. "You've got to have it right by Friday."
Donna felt her pussy aching as it was stretched open from the odd position that she was holding. It hurt as she maneuvered her body, attempting to stand with her leg locked around her head.
She stumbled and fell back to the floor. She was trying, and she knew she would make it. She had to.
"That's better," Rossi said as he watched her inch her foot up behind her neck. She was doing it without the use of her hands for support and she just made it.
"Keep trying until you can do it with ease from a standing position," he said. Then he turned his attention to some of the other dancers.
"Get those legs up," he commanded to two girls who were standing on one foot, stretching their legs upwards, attempting to get them up straight. He grabbed hold of the girl's legs and rammed them upwards.
"Ow," one of the girls exclaimed as she felt her cunt being pulled open by the stretching of her leg into the air.
"Get used to it," Rossi said. "You haven't seen anything yet."
The exercise session went on and Donna was making some headway with her difficult position, but she still was not able to make it without using her hands when she was in a standing position. The movement required that she lift her leg freely from the floor and snake-like wrap it around her neck and hold the position for 16 beats of music and then slowly snake it back down again.
When it was time to call it a day, Donna collapsed on the floor.
"Come with me," Rossi said. "I think I know what to do about your problem."
She picked herself up and followed the choreographer to his office. It was a large, comfortable one in the old villa and he had it set up almost like a living room. He also had some contraptions there for helping the girls get into the unusual positions that his dances required.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked, walking to the portable bar in his office.
"God, yes," she said. "I could use one."
Rossi mixed drinks for the two of them and walked over to where Donna was sitting on the couch.
"Here," he said, holding the glass out to her.
"Thanks," she said, taking it from him.
"I know you can do it, Donna," he said, slipping down on the couch beside her. "I just know you can."
"I'm really trying," she said. "It's the hardest thing you've ever asked me to do."
"I know it's difficult," he said, sipping his drink. "But think of the effect it will make."
"Yes," she said. The drink really felt good sliding down her parched throat.
"Are you willing to go to any lengths to achieve it?" he asked.
"Of course," she said.
"Alright," he said. "Come here."
They set their drinks down on the table and walked to the center of the room.
Donna watched as he lowered a loop of rope from a pulley on the ceiling.
"Give me your wrists," he said.
Donna placed her wrists one over the other in front of her. Rossi looped the rope around her wrists and tested it. It would hold.
He crossed to an electric panel that was on the wall. It was the control for numerous motorized pullies that he had attached to the ceiling of his office.
He pushed the appropriate one for the pulley that was attached to the rope that bound Donna's wrists together. The pulley hoisted the rope upwards and she felt her arms being pulled up over her head.
Rossi watched as her arms were hoisted upwards. He hit the button just as her foot began to be pulled from the floor. The weight was off her foot, but she could still balance herself.
"Now try lifting your left leg into position," he said. "This way you won't be tempted to use your hands for support."
Donna began to curl her leg upwards. She lifted her foot from the floor and extended her left leg out straight. Then she bent the knee and began to slide it up wards, bending forward as much as she could, but the rope that was attached to her wrists prevented her from bending too far forward. When she executed the dance in the film, she had to do it with her back straight and not bend her head forward.
She felt the strain in her muscles as her foot reached her shoulder. She was stretching as far as she could and could not quite manage to slide it inot position.
"Dammit," Rossi said. "Here."
He grabbed hold of her foot and shoved. It slid behind her neck and he positioned it in place.
"Now hold it."
He crossed to a chest of drawers that stood at the side of his office and opened one of the drawers. He brought with him a short length of rope as he returned to where Donna was hanging from the ceiling with her foot stuck behind her neck.
"This will hold it in place," he said, looping the rope around the heel of her boot. He pulled it tight, forcing her leg even farther behind her neck as he gripped a large metal ring that was sewn into the back of her halter.
He looped the rope through the ring and pulled it taut.
Donna felt her leg muscles being stretched as the rope was firmly secured to the ring on the back of her halter.
She was strung up now, her hands above her head, tied at the wrists to the rope that held her suspended from the ceiling, and her left foot was firmly secured behind her neck.
"That should give your muscles a chance to stretch into the right position," Rossi said. "I'll leave you like that."
"How long?" Donna said, gritting her teeth against the agony of the stretching of her muscles.
"All night," he said and left the office, slamming the door behind him.
Donna didn't know how long she had been tied up in the leg-stretching position, but every muscle in her body ached. She felt as though her leg was being wrenched from the socket as she hung there, suspended from the ceiling.
She jerked at the sound of the door being opened. Could she have been there all night already? She certainly hoped so.
"What the hell?" It was the night janitor coming to clean up the office. He stopped dead in his tracks just inside the door, his broom resting in his hand.
"Don't bother about me," Donna said. "I'm being trained for a difficult dance routine."
"Whatever you say, lady," the janitor said.
He closed the door behind him and walked into the room.
He watched Donna from the corner of his eye as he went about his tasks. The long, thigh-high latex boots that Donna was wearing came just up to where the tight G-string was that covered her cunt. He looked at the dark brown nipples of her tits that were sticking through the openings in the front of her halter. Her whole tit hung through. They were big and round and full. The janitor itched to touch them.
"Can you let me down?" Donna asked the man. "I don't think I can take much more of this."
"I couldn't do that," the man said. "I would lose my job."
"Dammit," Donna said, "This is killing me. I'll never make it through the whole night like this." .
She struggled against the ropes that were holding her, but it was completely useless.
The janitor crossed to where Donna was suspended in the middle of the office. He still held his broom in one hand as he reached out and gripped her tit with the other hand.
"Stop," Donna complained. "Don't do that."
"You're not in much of a position to be giving orders," the janitor grinned. He gave her tit an extra-hard squeeze.
Donna felt his rough hand gripping and pinching her tit. It hurt, but not so much as the stretched muscles in her legs.
"You got nice tits, lady," the janitor said, fondling her round full breasts with his hand. He lay the broom on the floor at her foot and gripped both boobs with his hands.
They really felt great. They were full and fleshy and he loved to manipulate the round, full flesh in his hands as the woman hung there helpless before him.
"What's this little thing?" the man asked, plucking at the G-string that was the only thing covering her spread open cunt.
"Don't," she began to protest as he pulled a penknife out of his pants pocket and cut the elastic band that held the G-string in place. It came free in his hand and he stuffed it into his pocket as he looked down at the spread open lips of her pussy that were stretched wide as he leg was hoisted above her head and the other balanced her on the floor.
"Stop," she said as he slid his fingers along the parted mouth of her cunt. He could feel the warm, slippery inner channel of her cunt as his fingers probed inside.
"Please stop," Donna pleaded. He was ramming his fingers into her pussy now, shoving them in to the knuckles. She felt the probing, pushing fingers as they gripped hold of her clit and began to taunt and tease her delicate membrane.
"You don't really want me to stop," the janitor said, sliding his fingers hotly in and out of her moist opening.
"Stop," she said, squirming as best she could in the weird position in which she was trapped.
The man was really working on her, playing with her clit, sliding his fingers in deep and stretching open her hot pussy lips as far and as wide as he could. He felt the sticky wetness of her cunt as he manipulated the tissues of the inner lining of her secret love nest.
"Don't," she cried, taking short intakes of breath.
It was beginning to get her wet as the man probed deeper and harder into her hot box.
"You love it," he said, smiling at her as he rammed his fingers inside her pussy.
"No," she said, twisting herself in the ropes that held her attached to the ceiling.
"You're pussy's all wet and dripping," the man said, sliding his fingers out of her cunt. "See," he said, thrusting his damp fingers into her face.
"Don't," she said.
And as she opened her mouth to speak, he slid his fingers into her open lips, letting her taste the quim that clung to his fingers.
Donna felt violated as she hung there, her leg tied behind her neck. But there was little or nothing she could do to stop horn.
She tasted the sweet, sticky cream that coated the man's fingers as he slid them in and out of her mouth, fucking her with her own pussy juices.
Donna tasted it and gagged.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and bent to the floor.
"NO!" she screamed as she saw him place the end of the broom handle at the moist opening lips of her hot cunt. "NO!"
"Shut up," he said, thrusting his broomstick a few inches into her twat.
"Oh God, help me!" Donna shrieked as the man began fucking her in the cunt with the handle of the broom.
He slid it several inches inside' of her and jiggled it slightly. She felt the hardness of the broomstick in her twat and prayed that he would not ram in too far.
He already had six inches of hard wood inside her pussy, pushing and probing as he pumped it into her.
"Oh God," Donna said, over and over again. "Oh God, oh God."
She began panting and her large breasts heaved excitedly as she felt the broomstick ramming into her twat. It was painful, but strangely exciting. It was hard and hot.
"You like it, don't you?" the janitor grinned at her. "You really like it, don't you, slut?"
"No," Donna gasped. "No, oh no, oh no."
But her breathy voice revealed her true emotions. It was wild and strange, but it was exciting.
The hardness of the wooden handle of the broom was better than any cock she had ever felt in her cunt. It was relentlessly stiff and it gave her a wild thrill as the thing slid into her, poking and stretching her open.
Her cunt ached from the hardness of the handle of the broom, and her leg was numb from the position it had been tied in for so long. It was a hot and wild feeling that flitted through her moist pussy as the broom handle was poked into her. She twisted and squirmed in the ropes that bound her and felt the broom handle slide deeper and deeper into her tortured twat.
Suddenly, the broom was whisked out of her cunt. She gasped as the relief that she felt.
"Now, that I've got you loosened up," the janitor said, we'll really have some fun.
Donna saw his cock flop out of his pants as he pulled down the fly. His' dick was big and hard as a rock. He gripped her right leg with his left hand and steadied her as she dangled from the rope. She felt the hard, thick thrust of his cock as it rammed into her moist and open pussy.
The man's cock rammed her cunt as he held onto her, pulling her down on the shaft of his dong. He pulled back and thrust again and again, driving his meat deep and hard into the girl's tormented cunt.
Donna gasped as she felt the long hard thrusts of his man meat, ramming inside her, plunging deep and hard. She was helpless to do anything but hang there and let him fuck her all he wanted.
All night if he felt like it. There would be no one into the film studio until morning - and it was not that late at night yet.
"Good morning," Rossi said as he sauntered into his office.
Donna was never so grateful to see anyone in her life.
He promptly walked over and let her loose. She had to be helped down and rested for a few hours on the couch in Rossi's office.
"You're wanted on the set," was the next thing she heard.
She groaned and pulled herself up. Her muscles were sore from the stretching she had gotten - but she knew now that she could do the difficult dance step - she could do practically anything now, after the night she had just spent.