Chapter 3
Doreen couldn't wait to get started.
It was the first morning that she had been told to report for work on "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon."
First, she had to report to wardrobe for her costume for the film. She was playing one of the nuns and the scene that was supposed to be done that day involved her and another girl. The other girl' was already in wardrobe when
Doreen got there.
"Hi," the pretty red haired girl said, "I'm Olivia."
Doreen introduced herself. The two girls were going to be friends.
Olivia had worked for the director Scanucci before when she was fourteen. She had played a virgin who was raped during the sack of Rome by the Huns. It had been really a great movie and she had gotten a lot of attention from it - she had been Scanucci mistress for awhile, but he had found a younger and prettier girl to replace her. She was glad though, that he still wanted to use her in his movies.
The woman in wardrobe quickly measured the two actresses and found nun's habits to fit them both.
Doreen was an experienced nun and Olivia was playing a novice. Doreen's long black habit was quite striking with her coloring and Olivia looked soft and vulnerable in the grey habit of the novice.
As they walked down the corridor of the film studio, their long skirts swished against their legs. They were naked under the robes and it was a wild feeling to be dressed as nuns and to be completely nude beneath the garments.
Doreen felt the warm caress of the cool fabric as it clung to her body.
Olivia looked really cute in her little grey habit. Her tiny breasts just barely showed through the front of the gown. The soft, clinging fabric did show up her taut little nipples though. They pushed out the gentle slope of the front of the garment as she and Doreen walked onto the soundstage.
"Do you know your lines?" an assistant director asked them as they reported for rehearsal.
"Yes," they both answered in unison.
"Good," he said. "Then let's rehearse the scene - all the way up to the punishment bit."
They were shown their marks on the floor that had been taped out for them so that the camera could catch them in the shots that the director had set up for them. It was important that they stay on the marks, otherwise they would not be where the camera expected them to be and therefore they would be out of range of the shooting.
Doreen and Olivia took up their positions.
Doreen was in charge of the novice nuns and she had caught Olivia violating one of the rules of the nunnery. Everything was very strict in the nunnery and the punishments meted out for even minor infractions were quite severe.
"You vile wench," was Doreen's first line as she struck the girl across the cheek.
"No," the assistant director said. "You have to really hit her, not just a light little pat. Scanucci wants it to look real - to look real, it has to be real. Now try it again."
"You vile wench," Doreen said again and slapped Olivia harder than before.
"More," the assistant director said. "Hit the stupid little slut. Slap the shit out of her."
Doreen took a deep breath. She looked into Olivia's eyes and the girl gave her a nod and smiled. It was as if to say, "It's okay. Hit me."
Doreen repeated the line, spitting it out with pure hatred. She caught Olivia off guard with the violence of the blow and nearly knocked the girl over. There were tears in Olivia's eyes from the impact of the slap, but the assistant director was pleased.
"That's more like it," he said. "This is a movie about punishment and humiliation - we don't pussyfoot around."
Doreen had the idea now. She was sure that she knew what the director wanted.
"Get down on your knees," she said. She grabbed Olivia by the arm and threw her to the floor. The girl cringed in front of her and Doreen towered over her.
"Kiss my feet," Doreen said. "Kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness."
Olivia watched as Doreen hoisted the hem of her skirt a few inches and thrust one of her feet forward.
The girl bent down, supplicating herself before the superior nun. She gripped the little show in her hands and leaned forwards. She kissed the toe of the shoe, licking the leather as she did so.
"Beg," Doreen said. "Beg for the forgiveness of God whom you have offended."
A long, low wail escaped from the lips of the young red haired girl as she prostrated herself on the floor before Doreen. She pressed her body to the floor, licking Doreen's shoes and moaning in an animal-like wail.
Doreen felt the intensity of the girl's acting. She was really getting into it.
"Vile slut," Doreen said, thrusting the toe of her shoe into the girl's mouth and pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth. The girl gagged and choked as Doreen shoved her foot into her mouth.
"Good," the assistant director commented. "You're really getting the idea."
Doreen pulled the toe of her shoe out of Olivia's mouth and pressed the sole of her shoe into her face, she shoved, jerking the girl's head upwards as she forced it to the limit.
"Good," the assistant director said. "Very good."
Doreen was beginning to get into it. She had never done anything like this before. She had never tortured or humiliated anyone. It gave her a sense of power that she was beginning to enjoy. It was thrilling.
"Lick my body," Doreen said, lifting the skirt of her habit.
Olivia got up to her knees again and bent forward. She started at Doreen's feet and began to lick her leg as she slid her tongue over the woman's flesh. Doreen lifted the habit little by little, encouraging the girl onwards and upwards. She pulled on the skirt, hiking it up as Olivia licked her legs, gripping them by the calves to support herself as she moved farther and farther up Doreen's well-shaped legs.
"Lick it," Doreen began to moan. "Lick it, lick it, lick it."
Olivia used her tongue like a lizard, darting it out quickly and pulling it back. It was a very stimulating thing and Doreen was getting turned on by what the girl was doing.
Olivia slid her hands up, putting them on the backs of Doreen's legs as she licked upwards to her thighs, tasting the soft, sweet flesh of the woman who was playing the other nun.
Since Doreen was naked under the habit, Olivia could lick her body all the way up the thighs. She reached the hot little nest of Doreen's cunt and began to slide her tongue along the moist slit of the other woman's pussy.
Doreen gasped as she felt the warm, soft tongue of the young girl slide along the wet lips of her cunt. She spread her legs wider, feeling the warmth and wetness of Olivia's eager, searching tongue.
"Lick it, you bitch," Doreen said, huskily. She could feel the hot flashes in her cunt as Olivia began to dart her tongue in and out of her hot little cunt.
She was holding her skirt all the way up now, revealing her legs and thighs and her hot twat. Olivia was really getting into it, slipping her tongue into Doreen's pussy.
"Cut," the assistant director called. "That's fine. You both know what you're doing."
"Thank you," Doreen said as she lowered her skirt and looked down at the lovely Olivia who was still kneeling at her feet.
Olivia looked up into Doreen's face, she slid her tongue over her lips tasting the sweetness of the moisture she had licked from the other woman's pussy.
The second part of the scene took place on a different set. It was the dungeon of the nunnery - the place where the real punishments of the nuns took place.
"This is eerie," Doreen said as she and Olivia were shown the set and where they would be doing the rest of their scene.
It was simulated to look like one of the catacomb-like subterranean chambers that honeycombed ancient Rome - a lot of the places were still in existence. Some were night clubs now, others were tourist attractions, complete with the medieval torture devices that had been used at that time.
The girls were shown what and how to do what they were supposed to do in the scene.
"Do you think you can stand it?" Doreen asked Olivia over coffee in the actor's lounge.
"I can take anything," Olivia said. "Don't worry about it - after making seven pictures with Scanucci, there isn't anything I can't endure."
Doreen had seen the picture that started Olivia's career. She had been raped by seventeen men in one scene alone.
"How could you do it?" Doreen asked her. "And at that age."
"It wasn't really that difficult," Olivia told her. "The scene only took a few minutes on the screen, but actually, it took over a week to make it. I didn't have to get fucked more than three or four times any one day - it was kind of fun, too. I really liked some of the guys and we had a ball doing the scene."
Doreen could understand that. Hell, what girl wouldn't like to get fucked by a whole bunch of Italian movie actors, one right after the other - maybe she would get a chance at a scene like that sometime.
"Alright, ladies," the assistant director said as he came into the lounge where the two girls were sitting. "Scanucci is about to arrive on the set. I suggest that you be there when he shows up."
Olivia immediately got to her feet.
"Come on," she said, urging Doreen. "He does not like to be kept waiting."
Doreen took one last quick gulp of her coffee and joined Olivia who was nearly out the door of the lounge.
The set was lit now. It was brighter than Doreen had thought possible.
Christ, she thought, Am I going to be able to go through with this pussy licking scene with all these stage hands watching - and the lights - that was the thing that really made her feel strange.
It was so bright - and to think that it would be shown on movie screens all over the world. Millions of people would sit in the dark watching her have her pussy sucked out by this pretty young girl - it was scary.
"Don't be nervous," Olivia said. "It will be fine. Just throw yourself into it like you did earlier. I think you were really getting off on it."
"I was," Doreen confessed. "I'll really turn you on when the cameras start rolling," Olivia promised.
"Places," the assistant director called. Scanucci had arrived.
"Alright," Scanucci said as the two women waited in place on the set. "I hear that the rehearsal went well."
Doreen felt the blood rush to her head as she stood before the great director. It was what she had been waiting for all her life.
"Now," he continued. "I want to extend the opening of the scene. More violence. More humiliation - improvise. Don't stop until I call cut - I want blood."
Doreen was petrified. Could she give him what he wanted? She didn't know, but, by God, she was going to try like hell.
"Quiet on the set," was heard to echo through the great soundstage.
Then the classic call for Lights, Camera - ACTION!
The slap resounded across the great cavernous stage as Doreen knocked Olivia to the floor. She stepped up quickly and kicked the groveling girl in the stomach.
"Filthy slut!" she barked. "Filth, filth, filth."
Doreen was really getting into it. She was kicking the girl and making her roll over and over on the floor. The camera was catching it all.
"Now, lick my feet," Doreen said, evilly.
The foot licking was really wild now. Olivia was throwing herself into the part with a vengeance. She licked and sucked on Doreen's leather shoes, tasting the cool, slick leather.
"Now lick my body," Doreen said, lifting her skirts.
Olivia clutched at Doreen's legs as the woman exposed more and more of her body to the invading eye of the camera. She could feel the millions of eyes that would someday be watching her as the girl slithered her tongue up her legs, licking and sucking as she moved upwards to Doreen's open and anxious cunt.
"Lick it, lick it, lick it," Doreen said huskily as she spread her legs wide, already anticipating the warm lashes of the girl's hot, eager tongue in her open and waiting pussy.
Scanucci sat in his chair near the action on the stage. His eyes were hidden behind the coal-black sunglasses that he wore. He saw the look of eager desire on Doreen's face and a slow, dark smile spread across his thin lips.
Olivia was licking the upper thighs of the other woman now. Her warm, pink tongue was slithering upwards, reaching for the parted, anxious lips of Doreen's twat.
"Piss on her," he whispered. "Piss in her mouth."
Doreen couldn't believe what she had heard.
"Do it," Olivia whispered to her, "do whatever he says."
Olivia slid her face between Doreen's outspread thighs, her mouth open, her tongue extended waiting for the first trickle of golden water to hit her eager, waiting tongue.
Doreen concentrated all her efforts. She had never done anything like this before. She screwed herself up and breathed deeply, pushing her kidneys to flow.
The warm trickle of piss seeped from her. She gasped as she realized what she was doing, but she had begun and the flood was soon to follow.
The golden piss streamed out of her mouth and cascaded down, flowing over Olivia's tongue as the girl licked and lapped at it as quickly as she could. It was coming too fast though and she began to feel herself drenched with the flood of Doreen's water.
"Drink it, damn you!" Scanucci yelled. "Drink her piss."
Olivia thrust her mouth over the opening and gagged down the piss as it squirted into her mouth, filling her with the salty taste of the woman's fresh urine as it flowed into her mouth and down her throat.
"Suck it out," Scanucci ordered. "Suck out her pussy."
Doreen was beginning to get dizzy as the pissing subsided and she felt the hard, deep thrusts of Olivia's tongue into her cunt mouth, the girl's tongue driving deep and hard.
"Cut!" the command came.
Olivia fell back on her heels and looked up into Doreen's face.
Doreen was gasping as she felt an orgasm cut loose in her cunt. Olivia's face and the front of her habit were soaked in piss as the pretty girl smiled up at her.
The next scene was in the dungeon.
"Strip her," Doreen commanded to two extras who were in the scene with her. "Strip her for the nailing."
The two extras who were also dressed as nuns, began to remove the piss-soaked habit from Olivia's trembling body as the girl acted the role of a frightened novice who was about to be punished for her sins.
There was a device in the dungeon set that was standing on a little platform. After they had taken the habit off Olivia's body, they led her naked to the platform and helped her up onto it.
There was a board which had been measured to fit just to the girl's crotch. As she straddled the plywood, she was led forward to the end of it, the smooth edge of the plywood sliding along her cunt lips as she walked towards the post that was at the end of the plywood board.
"Tie her hands," Doreen said, supervising the scene, as the nun in charge of punishing the novice.
The other nuns lashed ropes around Olivia's hands, tying them securely to the post that was at the edge of the board.
The slick metal that was attached to the edge of the plywood board that nestled between her legs was cold. It chilled her vagina as she felt the ropes being drawn taut and firm.
Her hard little nipples were standing erect as she stood there, now tied securely in place.
"Give me the hammer and the nails," Doreen said to the other two nuns.
The nuns walked out of camera range as Doreen stepped up to the platform and mounted it.
"Now, you filthy little slut," Doreen said. "You are going to get it."
The two nuns returned. One with a handful of silver nails and the other with a delicate hammer.
"Spread her open," Doreen said as she took the hammer and one of the silver nails. "Spread that pussy open."
One of the nuns stood behind Olivia and reached around in front of her. She gripped the soft folds of her pussy lips and stretched it down, pulling it as far as she could.
Olivia let out a gasp as she felt the delicate and sensitive tissue being stretched and pulled.
Then Doreen placed the tip of one of the silver nails against the furthest extension of the girl's tender pussy and raised the hammer.
"No!" Olivia gasped, "please don't."
"You should have thought about that before," Doreen said. "Now it too late."
The tap of the delicate hammer on the head, of the nail was caught by the microphone as Doreen began to nail the girl's pussy lips to the plywood board.
Olivia screamed as the sharp nail tore through her flesh, pinning her to the rough board.
Again and again, the metal of the hammerhead struck the silver tip of the small nail. The girl's cunt was being nailed tightly to the board.
"Another nail," Doreen said. "She must be held securely."
A second nail was produced and the flaps of her cunt were held out in a gaping open manner. Doreen quickly drove the second nail into the board and the trio walked to the other side of the board and repeated the process, nailing her cunt lips wide open as the young red haired girl quivered in pain.
Olivia's pussy was nailed wide open as she straddled the plywood. A look of abject terror was on her face - the camera was catching it - it was the face of a martyred saint.
Her clit was exposed as her pussy lips were stretched open and the icy cold of the metal that rimmed the top of the plywood board sent a chill into her inner pussy, freezing her feelings.
"Bring the fire," Doreen commanded stepping down from the platform and handing the hammer and nails back to the two actresses who were playing the serving nuns.
A long, flaming torch was pulled from the wall of the dungeon set. One of the nuns walked up to where Doreen was standing and held it out to her.
Doreen took the rough-hewn torch and held the lighted in high in the air.
"Observe, Father," she cried, lifting her head to the heavens. "Observe the punishment of one who has fallen from grace with Thee. Observe the singeing, the searing of the evil from Within. Observe as Your servant obeys Your command."
The lighted torch was lowered as Doreen stepped to the rear of the plywood
She held the flaming end of the torch to the metal strip that rimmed the top of the board.
Olivia felt the metal that was pressing against her exposed clit as it began to warm. The freezing sensation of the icy metal was replaced by a warming glow. It unfroze her sensitive clitoris and she responded by pressing against it, pushing herself down onto the board.
As Doreen held the flaming torch to the strip of metal, the heat began to increase. It became hotter and hotter, until Olivia was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She stopped pressing against the metal strip, pulling herself erect as the metal was heated to an unbearable temperature.
"Ahhgghhh!" she gasped as she felt the metal turn to fire, burning her clit. She jerked and the lips of her pussy tore slightly from where they were held by the little silver nails.
She could not get away from the searing, burning metal that was frying her clit without ripping the lips of her cunt with the nails.
She pulled at her ropes, trying desperately to get loose, but it was useless. She was bound and nailed and her wide-spread open cunt was heated beyond endurance.
"Cut!" the call came from Scanucci just as Olivia let out a blood curdling scream, threw her head back, arching her back and ripping open the nailed lips of her cunt.
The final close up of her face was a classic of the ecstasy of agony.
Doreen helped Olivia back to the dressing room and lay her on the sofa that was in there. She sat down in a chair near her and gave a sigh of relief.
Her first day on the set was finished. Tomorrow would bring fresh avenues of experience to her.