Chapter 5
"You will burn in the fires of Hell, you minion of the Devil - evil, sluttish witch!"
Doreen stood high above the girl to whom she was speaking. It was in the midst of a scene that was being filmed that involved the trial of a witch by the nuns with a priest as the. judge.
"I deny everything," the girl whimpered as the thumb screws were tightened, then she screamed - the pain must have been unendurable.
The girl was stretched out on her back, her legs and wrists tied securely. She was completely naked and there were clamps on her tits and on the lips of her cunt.
The thumb screws dug into her tender nails, turning them black.
Doreen nearly fainted at the idea of what the girl was enduring. It was the most extreme punishment that she had witnessed during the filming so far of "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon."
"Tighter," Doreen heard herself commanding. "Turn the screws tighter, till the witch confesses."
She watched the girl's face contort into a grimace and a silent scream escaped her twisted mouth. She was beyond pain now - over the threshold into some other form of feeling. The body can only endure so much pain before the mind transforms it into other sensations. Doreen could only imagine what was going through the girl's tormented mind.
The actor who was playing the priest in the scene began to fondle the breasts of a young nun who was kneeling beside the throne on which he sat. He slipped his hand into the front of her open habit. She had small but well-formed breasts. They were young and succulent. He gripped her rosy pink nipple and began to twist it in his fingertips as he watched the girl who was strapped to the table on the floor below the platform. She writhed in her agony and he felt his dick getting hard as the nipple of the young nun began to stiffen at his manipulation.
"Will you confess now?" Doreen asked the girl.
The girl knew that confession meant instant death, but was not death preferable to the torment she had already endured?
"Yes," the barely audible voice said.
"You are ready to confess your Master, the Devil?"
"Yes," the girl whimpered, knowing that her life was over.
"Release her and prepare her for the confession of her sins," the priest said.
The thumb screws were loosened from the girls blackened nails. Her wrists and ankles were released from the bonds that held them and three nuns helped her to her feet and assisted her, stumbling from the chamber.
"Cut," Scanucci commanded.
He stood up from his director's chair and left the set.
"Lunch break," one of Scanucci's assistants called.
Thank God, Doreen thought as she loosened the tight bodice of her nun's habit. She didn't think she could take much more of this without at least some lunch.
They had been on the set since early that morning. The first scene filmed had to have the sun coming up. Doreen had arrived at 3 a.m. to get into make-up and costume. She was nearly dead on her feet.
"Come on, honey," a young nun said to Doreen. "Let's have lunch together."
Doreen liked the girl. She had noticed her on the set before. She was a perky little thing with a sly smile and sparkling eyes.
"It's a date," Doreen said. "Let's get out of this drag."
The set was milling with pseudo-nuns and priests. It looked like "The Sound of Music" gone berserk.
"That was a long scene," the perky little girl said, stretching her arms out. Doreen had noticed her breasts before. They were hard, round little things that looked about the size of navel oranges. They poked out the front of her nun's habit as she stretched and arched her back.
"It certainly was," Doreen said. "Do you think this afternoon's shooting will cut early?"
"You never can tell with Scanucci," the girl said. "Sometimes he can go all night and into the next day and the next night as well. Or he can send everybody home at noon. It all depends on his mood."
"Swell," Doreen said, groaning slightly.
They were off the movie set now and headed for the large cafeteria where the casts of all the films being shot at the studio had lunch together.
It was a Babel of multi-period costumes and textures. Doreen loved it. It was like a carnival.
"Where shall we sit?" the perky girl asked.
"Oh, anywhere," Doreen said. "Let's get our food first. I'm starving."
"Me too," the girl agreed.
They joined the line of nuns and harem girls and camel drivers and 20th century prostitutes and others of the motley crew who were lining up to make their lunch selections at the long serving area.
The line seemed endless. Doreen could feel the pains in her stomach attacking from not having eaten all day. She didn't feel like eating before the filming began just before dawn and there had been no real break in the filming since then.
"What do you feel like having?" her young friend asked.
"Everything," Doreen said. "One of everything."
"I know how you feel," the girl said. "I'm famished, too."
They passed through the line and were soon headed for a table.
"How about over there?" Doreen said, indicating a table where a girl dressed as a French whore was scoffing down a hamburger.
Her long legs were encased in open-net stockings and she had an ankle bracelet on above her five-inch spike heeled shoes. Her low-cut blouse revealed the swell of her ample bosom as she leaned over the table to suck at the blood that dripped from her nearly raw hamburger.
"Mind if we join you?" Doreen asked.
"Not at all, please sit down," the girl said, sucking up a drop of blood that was dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. She reminded Doreen of a vampire.
"Hi, I'm Doreen," she said, introducing herself. "And this is Patty," pointing towards her young friend. "We're in 'Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon'."
"Raquel - 'Whore of Montparnasse'," their dining companion introduced herself.
Doreen began with the large chefs salad that she had picked out. The hunks of ham and cheese that covered the top were like ambrosia to her.
"Long morning?" Raquel asked. "Since before sun-up," Patty moaned. "Scanucci is a real sadist."
"In more ways than one," Doreen said, stuffing a bit of lettuce into her hungry mouth.
"You're telling me?" Raquel said. "You should have seen what he put me through the first time I worked here."
'Tell us about it," Patty said. "What did he do to you?"
"Well," Raquel began. "It was like this . . .
"So, you want to be an actress?" the famous director said, looking at the young woman who was standing before him.
"Yes," Raquel said.
"They all do," Scanucci said softly. "They all want to be actresses. They think they have what it takes - do you?"
"I think so," Raquel said nervously.
She had heard about the famous director and his peculiar tastes and practices. She knew to expect anything and that whatever he threw at her, she had to take, otherwise he would throw her out.
"Strip," he said, pushing his chair back slightly from his massive desk. The thick dark glasses that he wore, completely shielded his eyes. One could only guess what his expression was.
Raquel reached behind her and began to pull down the zipper on the silk dress that she was wearing. It was white with large flowers in a pale pink pattern, interspersed with twining green leaves. It clung to her body like a second skin and she had picked it out especially for this interview. It had cost her a lot of money, but it was worth it to her if she could only pass the interview and get hired by the fabulous Scanucci.
The zipper slithered down her back and she slipped her arms out of the dress and then slowly lowered it, allowing Scanucci to see her full breasts that were cupped in a white silk bra. There were holes cut in the cups of the bra, allowing her ripe nipples to protrude.
She stepped out of the dress and lay it on a chair beside the great director's desk.
In her revealing bra and panties and garter belt, she stood awaiting further orders.
"Walk away from me, turn and come back," Scanucci said.
Raquel was well aware of the director's proclivity for asses. His preoccupation with the full, round buttocks of young women was well known to any who had seen his films.
Raquel slowly undulated her hips as she walked across the room. She could feel the eyes of the director piercing the dark glasses that he wore and burning into her ass as she slowly sauntered to the far side of the room.
She felt the gentle roll of her ass as she stepped deliberately, placing the toe of her high-heeled shoe just so, and then letting the spiked heel down behind her and shifting her weight from hip to hip.
She knew that she was making a good impression on the famous director. Her ass was one of her best features. The Italian men were famous for pinching attractive derrieres as women passed through the narrow streets of Rome and Raquel had been black and blue for weeks when she first arrived in the Eternal City. It was a mark of distinction.
"Now turn," Scanucci said, softly.
Raquel turned her head first, letting the full impact of her beautiful face hit him first. The high arched eyebrows gave a dramatic effect to her well-spaced eyes. The slender nose was slightly uptilted at the end and her full, voluptuous lips parted just slightly, revealing her even, gleaming teeth. She slowly slipped the tip of her tongue along her upper lip, moistening it and then she turned.
Her full breasts jiggled as she moved suddenly and then gently fell back into place, quivering slightly.
Raqeul arched her back, her breasts jutting out full and firm before her succulent young body. Her hearty thighs were nude between the line of the garter belt and panties and the tops of her dark stockings.
She moved just as deliberately on the return trip as she had revealing her ass to the man. She knew that her tits were good-sized, they always caused comments from her admirers.
Slowly, she approached the desk of the famous director, wondering what was going on behind those shielding shades.
"Take the rest of it off," he said, hoarsely.
The young blonde woman reached up behind her and took hold of the snaps of her white silk bra. She released the hold they had and dropped it forward, her round, full breasts now completely exposed.
She slipped out of the bra and tossed it to the chair where she had put her dress.
Then she reached for the snaps of the garter belt.
One at a time she unsnapped the hooks from the tops of her dark stockings. They dangled loosely over the creamy thighs as she unfastened the hooks that held it around her waist.
Tossing the garter belt to the chair, she moved slowly to the side of Scanucci desk and sat on the edge of it.
Scanucci moved just slightly in his chair, .but she could not read the expression behind the mask-like glasses that he wore.
Lifting her leg, bending the knee upwards, she reached down and took hold of the back of one of her shoes. She slid if off her foot and placed it on Scanucci's desk. Then she repeated the action with the other shoe.
Slowly, teasingly she began to roll down the stockings from the top. Little by little she rolled them down her well-shaped, slender legs. When she got the stockings all the way down, she slid them off her feet and dropped them to the floor.
"Now the panties," Scanucci whispered.
Raquel slid her ass backwards on the desk, moving her body into the center of the big desk. Then she stretched out, lying flat on her back on the great width of the man's desk.
Her breasts were high and firm, they stood upwards from her body as she reclined on Scanucci's antique desk and reached down to begin to slide her panties off.
Her ass raised just slightly from the desk, her tits rolling to the side slightly as she moved her undulating body.
Rather than rip the panties off, she slowly wriggled her ass and just slightly pushed down on the panties, sliding them slowly and seductively down, little by little revealing the golden bush of her pubes.
Like a sunrise, she revealed just the tip of the fur pie, then a little more, and a little more. Her ass was moving slowly, rhythmically, as she lowered her panties.
The fullness of her pussy was quite startling.
The pulpy mound of her love pot had caused more than one man to lick his lips.
She pulled her panties down nearly to the knees and then began to raise her legs upwards. She bent her knees as she slid the panties upwards, then over the knees and down. One leg at a time, she alternated slipping her panties down and then off.
Her legs still bent at the knees, she began to pull them upwards, pressing them down towards her tits as she hoisted herself into a jack knife position.
Then she slowly swiveled her ass on the desk to present the full view of her magnificent cunt to the piercing gaze of the famous director. She aimed her asshole and pussy directly at him and then slowly began to spread her thighs. Her legs and thighs parted, spreading the lips of her moist pussy as she slid slowly towards the edge of the desk, pushing her pussy into the man's face.
Her knees were still bent and she lowered them toward the desk, spreading herself wide open for the man's inspection.
Keeping her feet wide apart, Raquel began to wriggle her ass slightly as she slipped her hands onto her -breasts and began to roll them, pushing them together, then upwards and then letting them fall into their natural position.
From his viewpoint, Scanucci had an unobstructed view of her cunt, spread wide and slightly moist and beyond, the magnificent mounds of her tits as she manipulated them in her hands.
Scanucci slipped forward in his chair. He reached into the top desk drawer, which was just beneath the young woman's ass and cunt and pulled out a small wooden object that had two L-shaped pieces of metal with extremely sharp points. Also there was a small metal device attached to one end of the piece of wood. It had a U-shaped double prong that extended upwards.
Raquel winced as the points of the L-shaped metal pieces were inserted into the tender folds of her pussy. The U-shaped device just graced the opening of her cunt.
"Get up," Scanucci said.
It was extremely painful to move with the object attached to her pussy, but Raquel maneuvered herself to the edge of the desk and stood, her legs spread wide with the device dangling between her thighs.
Scanucci then walked to a chest of drawers that stood at the side of the room and brought out a set of manacles. He snapped the large metal cuffs to her wrists behind her back, the chain that joined them resting just on the swell of her round, high ass.
Then he returned to the drawer and pulled out a long rod that was covered in thorn-like spikes. Attached to either end of the rod were steel rings on little chains. He snapped the rings into the nipples of her tits by pressing the needle-sharp points of the rings together, locking them into place. The thorny spikes of the rod pressed against her tender belly as the heavy object hung from her tits.
"Do you like snakes?" Scanucci asked.
"Snakes?" Raquel said, slightly startled.
"What kind of snakes?"
"Just snakes," Scanucci said.
"I - I guess so," Raquel said, fearfully.
"How about spiders?"
"Spiders?"
"Yes, spiders - and beetles," Scanucci said, reaching into the pocket of his jacket.
Raquel watched him, her eyes spread wide as he took out a small box, about the size of a matchbox and slid the lid to one side.
He thrust the open box into her face and she could see that it was full of live, crawling spiders and beetles who were fighting and squirming in the small box.
"What - what are you going to do with those?" Raquel asked.
"Feed them to the snake," Scanucci said.
Raquel gave a sigh of relief.
"Turn around," Scanucci said. "Turn around and spread your asshole open." .
Raquel slowly turned, the metal pins that were in her pussy piercing a little deeper as she moved. It was firmly locked into place and the U-shaped device just barely brushed the entrance to her tunnel of love.
As she bent forward, the thorns on the rod left tiny pricks in her skin where they had barely penetrated her flesh.
She could reach the cheeks of her ass with her manacled hands and she spread her ass cheeks open.
She felt the first brush of something tiny and crawling as Scanucci lifted a spider from the mass in the small box and placed it on the round cheek of her ass.
It made her flesh crawl as the tiny legs of the spider squirmed across her creamy flesh. Then a beetle, its movements quicker, more definite. Then another spider, another beetle, a whole army of spiders and beetles were crawling over her buttocks and up the crack of her ass.
Raquel was squeamish about such things, but she was determined to endure anything - anything was worth the fame that she would achieve Under the direction of the evil Scanucci.
Scanucci returned to his desk and pulled open a drawer. He reached inside and extracted something green and wriggly from it. He held it delicately in his fingers as he walked towards Raquel, where she was bent forward, her ass covered with squirming insects and bugs, the steel rod suspended from her nipples and the small device wedged between her thighs with the points of the L-shaped prongs imbedded in her pussy lips.
"Feeding time," Scanucci said, sliding the small snake under Raquel's face. She cringed. The darting tongue of the snake nearly touched her cheek as Scanucci held it before her.
A slow smile spread across his thin lips as he withdrew the snake from her sight and returned to his position behind her.
"Hungry, baby?" Scanucci said, tenderly to the tiny, wriggling snake that he held in his fingers.
Raquel felt the crawling things on her behind begin to scamper more quickly as Scanucci thrust the snake towards her ass, letting it flick its tongue at the spiders and the beetles.
The insects seemed to know by instinct that they were the prey of this beast with the long flicking tongue. They sought cover, a place to hide, somewhere dark and safe.
Raquel let out a squeal as she felt a spider begin to inch its way into her open anus.
Then a beetle, then a spider, more spiders, more beetles.
The insects were running for cover and the only place to hide from the devouring tongue of the snake was inside the warm and dark asshole of the young woman who was their host.
Raquel felt the squirming inside her asshole as the insects sought cover, their tiny crawling legs, making her squirm as Scanucci thrust the snake closer and closer to the terrified insects, its tongue flicking against Raquel's skin as it sought its dinner.
The creeping, crawling insects were now all inside her warm, dark asshole. She could feel the tiny things as they snuggled into the warmth and safety of the membranes of her butt hole. Raquel could feel each one of them, squirming and settling into a warm fold.
Then, the sharp flick of the snake's tongue pierced the rosy pucker of her squirming asshole and she felt the cold head of the snake touch her flesh as Scanucci thrust the snake into the mouth of the opening.
"No," she screamed in her mind. "Not that, please not that!' Scanucci was guiding the snake to the hiding place of its prey. He released his hold on the body of the snake, allowing it to slither through his fingers as it slid slowly, but unrelentingly into Raquel's fully packed anus. The tongue of the snake was flicking in and out, searching in the pitch blackness for the hiding places of the insects it desired.
The snake found a beetle and Raquel could feel the struggling beetle as it squirmed and fought against the fly-paper tongue of the snake as it lashed out and encircled the terrified beetle.
It was like electricity, the panic that was set off inside her ass. The insects seemed to sense by telepathy that the marauder had invaded their hiding place. Deeper and deeper into the safety of the dark anal passage, the tiny bodies of the prey descended, seeking safety, safety from the devouring, searching, flicking tongue of the slithering snake that was disappearing into Raquel's tight, warm, moist anus.
Scanucci had now let go entirely of the snake. Raquel could feel the slithering, squirming tail of the snake flipping against the cheeks of her ass as the tiny serpent wriggled up inside her.
The spiders and beetles were in full flight, but her anal passage was tighter and tighter. It was more and more difficult for them to maneuver. The snake was gaining rapidly on them, devouring the stragglers as he sought the nest that had formed inside her butt hole.
Raquel was able to feel every squirm, every flick of the snake's tongue as the predator sought, found and devoured his prey.
The battle that ensued in the depths of her anus was strangely exciting to her. Weird, strange and fantastic as what was happening to her was, Raquel was beginning to get a sense of pleasure at the squirming and wriggling that was happening inside her butt hole. It was bizarre.
As the snake gulped down spider after spider and beetle after beetle, Raquel could feel the contractions of its muscles as it manipulated the captured prey into its stomach. The lumps that the snake was consuming moved with each contraction of the snake's digestive muscles.
One by one the insects were captured, devoured and consumed. Raquel felt the snake settle, satisfied and full.
Raquel gave a sigh as she felt the snake stop his movements. It was over.
"Has he finished his dinner?" Scanucci asked.
"Yes," Raquel said. "Yes, he's lying still now."
"Well, we can't leave him there," Scanucci said. "He'll suffocate."
He turned away from her. Raquel stood up, the snake firmly implanted inside her asshole and turned her head to see what Scanuccci was up to.
He brought a small stub of a candle with him.
"Hold still," Scanucci instructed as he lit a match and held it to the bottom of the candle. He began to melt the wax on the bottom of the small white candle and let it drip onto the end of the wooden device that was suspended between Raquel's thighs.
When he was satisfied that there was enough wax to hold, he placed the small candle on the wooden rectangle and then lit it.
The wick of the candle flamed upwards, just barely singeing the skin.
"Bend forward," Scanucci ordered. "And spread that asshole."
Raquel followed his instructions, being careful not to let the candle flame touch her delicate flesh.
It was a very smoky candle, sending a column of smoke that curled and hovered at the opening of her anus.
She felt the snake react to the smoke and begin to wriggle. He wanted out - out of the smoky chamber where he was trapped. There was only one way out, towards the smoke.
The snake seemed to sense from which direction he had entered the dark, moist channel in which he was now trapped. He wriggled quickly and surely out of Raquel's ass, towards the fresh air of the anal opening.
Scanucci was ready when the head of the snake emerged. His fingertips gently gripped the head of the snake and pointed him along the passage that ran from Raquel's asshole to her cunt. The snake quickly wriggled in the direction in which he had been pointed. His slick body slithered along the delicate flesh that stretched between the girl's legs.
The U-shaped device in the end of the piece of wood that dangled between her legs, guided the snake and gave it support as it slithered quickly out of the warm place, away from the flame and the smoke.
Raquel felt the searching head of the snake seeking refuge. Her pussy was spread to keep from burning her flesh with the candle. Her thighs were wide open and the snake found the tunnel to safety inside her vagina.
The slithering beast squirmed past the lips of her pussy, sliding over her clit, sending a chill through her body as Scanucci grabbed hold of the candle and snuffed it with his fingertips.
Crawling and squirming, the snake found his way inside her cunt. The moisture and the warmth of her pussy gave protection, safety. Quickly it was inside, the tail flicking over her clit as the head of the snake twisted and turned seeking a warm and cozy nest.
"I think we can dispense with this now," Scanucci said, gripping the prongs that held the piece of wood between Raquel's legs. He pinched the bottoms of the prongs and they sprung open. He pulled the needle like points out of her pubes and took it away.
Raquel was able to relax her stanch now, the snake still squirming inside her cunt.
"I guess I'm not really hungry, after all," Doreen said, pushing away her half-finished salad.
"What happened to the snake?" Patty asked.