Chapter 6
After the lunch break, Doreen and Patty had to report back to the set for another scene to film.
"That was wild," Patty said. "What," Doreen wanted to know. "What Scanucci did to Raquel."
"Don't remind me," Doreen said. "I'd rather not dwell on it."
"Quiet on the set!" the order came.
The girls shut up, as did everyone on the set. Scanucci had arrived.
He took up his usual position, in a chair that was on a hydraulic lift. That way, he could see any part of the scene from any angle that he wanted. There was a swivel at the base of the arm that held the chair, and by giving orders through a headphone set, he could be raised, lowered or whatever into any part of the elaborate settings that dominated all of his films.
Scanucci was a perfectionist in everything he did - accurate, complete and without scruple to get the exact effect he wanted. His actors had to obey him blindly, doing whatever he told them, instantly without question. He was absolute monarch of his realm - the film studio. Anyone who even remotely questioned one of his orders was instantly banished from his sphere.
"This afternoon," he said, "absolute timing is vital - we are doing an extremely dangerous effect - if there is the slightest mishap, a young woman will die."
There was complete silence all over the set. Even the usual whisperings from those who were out of his range of sight were rapt at his words.
"We are going to burn a witch," he said. "But, hopefully, we are not going to burn an actress."
The scene was timed to coincide with the setting of the sun. The flames of the pyre on which the actress playing the witch were to be silhouetted against the sun setting behind the hills of Rome.
It was tricky and delicate timing - also, if it started a moment or two too early, the fire would have to burn longer than planned and the girl would be consumed by the flames.
Elaborate and precise instructions were given to everyone involved in the scene. It had been rehearsed endlessly, but still, there might be an accident. A line delivered too late or too slowly would take precious seconds away from the chances of the girl playing the witch to survive.
Everyone had to be on cue.
"When the signal is given," Scanucci said, "there will be no stopping, no pausing, no chance of re-takes. It must be perfect."
The cast and crew were given a short break to go over their duties and to double check on everything that needed to be done. At last, it was time to begin the witch burning scene.
"Places!"
The entire set, which was the market place before the great cathedral in the medieval town in which the story was placed, looked like an ant hill that some giant foot had kicked.
Actors, technicians, extras, everyone scurried to their places and prepared to begin at the given signal.
Only Scanucci remained immobile - perched on his director's chair, high above the set, like some unlikely god on a fantastic machine. He watched through the blackness of the thick dark glasses that he always wore and observed every detail of the huge set.
"Lights!"
The set was flooded with millions of kilowatts of Kleig lights. "Camera!"
Seven separate movie cameras were set into motion. They were set to film the scene from every conceivable angle. For there could only be one take.
"Action!"
The scene began.
"Burn her, burn the witch! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her!"
The townspeople threw stones and rotted fruit and vegetables at the horse drawn cart that carried the girl who had confessed to witchcraft in the scene that had been filmed in the morning.
She was lashed tightly to a post that was attached to the cart. Straw and twigs were scattered about her feet, covering the bed of the cart.
She was nearly naked.
A simple leather halter was tied around her tits and a strap and ring device that outlined her pussy - where the Devil had entered her - and an arm band of leather. These were her only garments.
"Burn the witch!"
The cries rose as the horse-drawn cart neared the facade of the cathedral. On the steps of the church stood a phalanx of nuns with whips. They watched as the girl was drawn into position for the burning.
From every corner of the set, extras came hobbling, crawling, walking, limping, running towards the center of the town square.
From his perch on high, Scanucci gazed down on the scene he had created.
The cart was placed where Scanucci had ordered and it stopped.
The townspeople stepped back as the phalanx of nuns began to descend the stairs of the church, flicking their whips as they approached the cart where the girl was bound to the mast.
"Evil slut of the Devil," Doreen began the chant.
"Temptress," the chorus of nuns rejoined. "Evil spirit of Satan," Doreen incanted. "Temptress of darkness," the chorus continued.
"Evil minion of the Fallen Angel."
"Lucifer's bride!"
"Wicked wanton!"
"Lust and evil and hellish harlot!"
The young girl lashed to the post winced as the nuns began to lash her naked body with the whips they wielded.
CRACK!
The whips rent the air, a rain of whips on the naked flesh of the woman who was about to be burned alive - burned for witchcraft.
CRACK!
Whips crisscrossed on her naked flesh, cutting deep, drawing blood. CRACK!
The body of the naked girl was oozing blood as the nuns stepped back, dropping the arms that held the whips.
"Burn her, burn the witch, burn her!"
"SILENCE!"
The doors of the cathedral were flung open as the crowd turned to the sound of the strong, commanding, male voice.
A still fell over the crowd as a giant of a man strode through the doors of the ancient church. He stopped at the head of the steps and gazed out over the mob who was demanding the burning of the woman in the cart.
His long black cape swept the stone step on which he stood. Other than the cape, he was completely naked.
A huge spiked dildo was strapped over his genitals. On the head of the black leather dildo was a replica of the crudifix, inverted. Christ was hanging upside down, the long end of the cross extended outwards from the head of the dildo.
"The woman is the spawn of the Devil," the man in the black cape said. "She has defiled the earth on which she stands. She must be cleansed of the evil that lurks within her, or her spirit will defile the earth as her ashes scatter to the winds."
The crowd fell back and the nuns made a pathway for the priest to pass. He descended the stairs of the cathedral and strode to the head of the cart where the woman was lashed.
He threw back the cape and leaped upon the cart. The crowd remained silent as he approached the woman who was about to be burnt.
"The body of Christ shall dense you, as the Devil has defiled you," the man said. "Your evil must be ripped from your body as it was inserted."
With a hard thrust, the man rammed the dildo between the lips of the woman's pussy, driving the crucifix into her cunt as the dildo rammed into her.
A blood-curdling shriek went up from the mouth of the woman who was bound to the post. The dildo and the silver crucifix were embedded deep in her vagina, ripping into her as the man thrust again and again - filling her pussy with the holy image of Christ.
She could feel the hard metal of the crucifix and the sharp spikes of the leather dildo as the man plunged again and again, ripping and tearing at the tender membranes of her pussy, gashing her cunt as he thrust into her.
With a tremendous movement, the man stepped back, drawing the bleeding crucifix from the body of the woman. He turned to the crowd and revealed the blood and torn tissue that clung to the crucifix and the sharp spikes of the black leather dildo.
"Behold!" the man thundered. "Behold the work our the Savior!"
A tumultuous cheer arose from the mouths of the mob as the man stepped to the edge of the cart.
Doreen led the nuns as they swept towards the man in the cape. They looked like a tremendous flock of blackbirds descending upon a field of grain.
"Behold!" Doreen shrieked as she gripped the dildo in her hand. "Behold, I take the evil within myself to purge the Devil from our midst."
Doreen began to lick the blood and ripped tissue from the crucifix. She licked and cleansed the silver effigy of Christ with her tongue as the mob began to rejoice.
The nuns all huddled around, reaching for the dildo with their tongues, eager to lick the blood and shreds of vaginal tissue from the thing.
Doreen gobbled down the vile tasting concoction and spat it out over the mob. They lunged into one another attempting to catch a drop of the purified spittle that spread over the heads and into the faces of the groveling men and women.
"We are delivered!"
"We are saved!"
"The evil has been ripped from her tortured body!"
"Behold the man!"
The mob licked the spittle from one another's faces as the nuns who had sucked the dildo clean began to spew the mangled tissues and membrane of the woman's vaginal canal into the faces of those nearest them. They fought over drops of blood and shards of torn tissue like a pack of hungry dogs over a carcass in the wilderness.
Their licking, sucking tongues drove into one another's mouths, sucking and licking up the treasures of their desire.
Scanucci looked down from on high - the scene was one he had envisioned for years - it haunted his dreams - it was his vision and now it was being made immortal on celluloid.
"Burn her!"
"Burn the witch!
"Burn the evil one!"
Flaming torches were ripped from the stone walls that surrounded the market place. The mob descended upon the cart, hurling the flaming poles into the dry straw that surrounded the feet of the bleeding, violated woman who was bound to the post.
The mob let out a tremendous roar, ripping at one another's' clothes, tearing them to shreds and throwing themselves on one another's' bodies as they began to fuck in the streets around the cart that was now smoldering with fire.
Doreen threw herself to her knees and began to kiss the cross that was imbedded in the head of the dildo. Her lips parted as she took the silver effigy of Christ into her mouth and began to suck the body.
The straw was catching fire, the twigs that surrounded the woman's feet began to smolder as the mob flung itself into a mass orgy.
The bodies of young girls were passed from man to man as they lifted the naked, violated virgins into the air and flung them to the earth to renew their lust.
The flames in the cart were growing higher. The twigs had caught fire now and the flames licked at the bleeding body of the witch.
The smoke rose as a camera panned into the face of the girl who was being burned. A look of terror passed over her face as she felt the heat of the flames reach her body. The long tongues of fire lashed her skin, singeing the bloody slashes from the whips, searing her flesh as the sun slipped behind the hill and the flaming witch was silhouetted against the sky, the sun seeming to be the source of the fire.
"CUT!"
The post on which the girl was lashed was ripped from the back of the cart and she was plunged under the naked bodies of the mob as they thrust her to the ground and smothered the flames with their bodies.
Doreen sank to the earth, her breast heaving.
Many of the extras who were fucking on the ground continued, plunging their dicks into the women's pussies, fucking and fucking and fucking.
Scanucci gave the order to be lowered from his god-like perch above the scene and descended on the arm of the giant crane that held him.
Another day of shooting had come to an end, but there was more to accomplish tomorrow.
"That was quite a scene," Doreen said to Patty as they walked wearily back to Wardrobe to turn in their costumes for the day.
Patty's was nearly ruined. She'd have to have a new one for the next day's shooting.
Doreen had managed to keep herself relatively clean, not being involved in the orgy.
"What do you say we stop somewhere for a drink?" Patty said as they were slipping out of their habits.
"Great idea," Doreen said. "I sure could use one."
"Me too," Patty said.
They checked in the costumes after they had dressed and headed out to the front gate of the studio.
"Do you have a car?" Patty asked.
"Not today," Doreen said. "I was going to have to call for a cab."
"Don't bother," Patty said. "I have mine."
Her car was a red Fiat.
"Hey, this is nice," Doreen said as the two girls whirled down the hill where the studio was located. "Have you had it long?"
"About a month," Patty called to her. She was beginning to pick up quite a bit of speed as they careened down the hill into the central part of the city.
"You'd better slow down," Doreen said, beginning to get nervous.
"Don't worry," Patty said. "I could drive this road blindfolded. Want me to try?"
"No thanks," Doreen laughed. "I think it's fine this way."
The traffic as they approached the city became heavier and Patty was forced to slow down. Doreen was really grateful. She didn't particularly want to end her new career in the middle of her first film.
"Any place in particular?" Doreen asked.
"I know a great little place," Patty said. "I think you might enjoy it."
"Anyplace you say," Doreen said. "Just so I don't have to walk."
"I know what you mean," Patty said. "It's been a really long day, I'm beat," Patty pulled the car up in front of a cafe and stopped the engine.
"Here we are," she said opening her car door.
"What's it called?" Doreen asked, following Patty up the steps to the cafe.
"The Chastity Belt," Patty informed her.
"How quaint," Doreen said.
They walked into the entrance of the place and Patty was greeted by the maitre d'. He obviously recognized her from previous visits.
"Good evening, Signorina," he beamed. "So lovely to have you with us again. And your charming companion, of course."
Doreen flashed him a smile, but she wasn't in the mood to be flattered. She just wanted to get off her feet and sit down somewhere -anywhere.
"I have a lovely table for you," the maitre d' told Patty. He led the way and the two girls stepped down the stairs into the main part of the club.
It was much larger than Doreen would have expected from outside. It was a subterranean cafe that was set up like a classic nite club. There were three tiers of tables surrounding an adequate stage. A band was playing popular music and a few couples were dancing on the polished floor of the raised platform.
"The show will begin shortly," their waiter informed them after the ma tire d' had signaled him to come to the table.
"I don't want to see a show," Doreen said. "I'm just in the mood for a quick drink and bed."
"I think you'll enjoy this show," Patty said. "It's not very long."
The two actresses ordered drinks and relaxed, enjoying the intimate atmosphere of the posh club.
"This is really very nice," Doreen said.
"I thought you'd like it," Doreen said. "But wait - the show is the main attraction."
"What kind of show?" Doreen asked.
"You'll see," Patty said. "Just wait."
The waiter brought the drinks and the women gratefully sipped at them. They were excellent. Doreen felt that she could curl up under the table and go to sleep.
The band stuck a final crescendo and the music ceased. There was scattered polite applause and the dancers left the floor to return to their seats for the show.
"Now watch," Patty said.
Doreen turned toward the stage area which had just been used as a dance floor. A curtain dropped in front of the dance band and the lights went out.
"You filthy slut!., a man's voice yelled in the darkness. "You're nothing but a tramp."
The lights came up and there was a man and woman in bed. Another man was standing at the foot of the bed, completely dressed.
"Get out of here," the man who was standing at the foot of the bed said to the naked man in bed.
"Get out of here and don't you ever let me catch you near my wife again!"
The naked man leaped out of the bed and ran through the curtains where the band had been. He had quite a nice piece of meat hanging between his legs, Doreen noted.
"Whore," the man who had caught his wife in bed with the other man said.
He ripped the sheet back from the bed. The naked woman was beautiful. She had overly large nipples that protruded form her firm breasts.
"Forgive me," she cried.
The woman threw herself on the floor at the man's feet and began to lick his shoes.
He kicked her in the face with the toe of his shoe and she went sprawling on the floor, her legs spread wide, revealing her hot cunt.
"Every time I go away this happens," the man said. "I can't trust you for a minute."
The woman looked repentant.
"But it won't happen again," the man said. "I've got a little surprise for you."
The band which was behind the curtain struck a fanfare.
Two pretty young girls came through the curtains with a large box held between them.
"We'll see how this suits you," the husband said. "Get up."
The "wife" slowly drew herself to her feet. She looked with amazement at the two girls who had now set down the box on the bed.
They began to open it and reached inside.
First they pulled out a collar that had rods attached to either side and chains with handcuffs attached to the ends of them.
"Put that on her first," the man commanded.
"No!" the woman protested.
"Shut up," the man said.
The two girls grabbed the woman's wrists and clamped on the, handcuffs. Then they pulled her arms up and locked the collar around her neck. She was helpless now. There was nothing that she could do with her wrists bound to the rods attached to the collar around her neck.
"Now for your real present," the man said.
The girls returned to the box they had brought onto the stage and took from it a strange looking corset-type device. The brought it to where the woman was standing and slipped it around her waist. It covered her from just below the tits to her crotch. But there was an opening in the front that hung dlown like a tongue. It had spiked teeth in it.
As the girls slid the corset into place and closed it around the woman's body, it was apparent that if the tongue were slipped into place and pressed against the woman's pussy, it would penetrate her with the steel spiked teeth.
"So that's why they call this place The Chastity Belt," Doreen whispered to Patty.
"Shhh!" Patty said. "Watch."
The man brought a small padlock out of his jacket pocket and clamped it on the clasp in front of the corset.
"There," he said. "That will hold that in place."
"Why are you doing this to me?" the woman cried.
"Because you are a cock-hungry whore and I can't trust you out of my sight," the man said.
He gripped the end of the tongue-like protuberance and slapped it into place. The woman screamed as the steel spikes pierced her tender pussy.
"There," the husband said. "That will give you something to think about while I'm gone."
He and the two girls left the stage together and the woman in the chastity belt was left alone.
Trickles of blood dripped from the edges of the tongue with the steel spiked teeth that were piercing her pubes. She gingerly lay down on the bed that dominated the stage.
"What shall I do now?" she moaned.
The naked man who had been discovered in bed with her peeked through the curtains.
"Is he gone?" the man whispered.
"Yes," the woman said. "But look."
The naked man came out onto the stage again. Doreen was getting hot looking at his dick. It was really a whopper. She was tired, but she thought that she could find the energy to take care of that dick of his if she were given the chance.
"What is this?" the man said, standing beside the bed where the woman lay in the chastity belt.
"It's to make sure I don't have any fun while he's away," she said.
"He's a son of a bitch," the naked man said.
"What shall we do?" the woman asked, looking hungrily at the man's big dick.
The steel pins that held the chastity belt in place were locked into place. The padlock was hardened steel. There was no way of getting the damned thing off without ruining it. And then the husband would know for sure that she had been fucked while he was away.
"There's only one thing to do," the man said.
"What's that?" the woman asked, "Lie down," the man said.
The woman lay perfectly flat on the bed. The man walked to the head of the bed and stood over her. He bent his knees and placed the head of his dick against her lips.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck my cock."
The woman opened her lips and took the head of the man's cock in her mouth. He slid his dick down her throat as she sucked on it, sliding her tongue around the shaft of his big piece of meat.
His cock began to get hard as the woman sucked on it. He slowly pumped it in and out of her mouth, getting harder and harder with each stroke.
The man suddenly looked directly out into the audience.
"There, you see?" he said, winking. "Where there's a will, there's a way."
The audience applauded as the woman sucked on the guy's dick and the lights dimmed and went out.
"That was stupid," Doreen said. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
"I thought you'd like it," Patty said.
"After all we've been through today?" Doreen said. "At this moment, all I want to do is get into a nice hot bath and soak for an hour and get some sleep. God knows what that nut-case of a director has in store for us tomorrow."
"I'll drive you home," Patty said.
"Thanks," Doreen said. "But you must be pretty tired yourself. Why don't I just get a cab?"
"Nonsense," Patty said. "Say, I've got an ever better idea. I only live a few blocks from here. Why don't you spend the night with me? Then we'll be able to get to bed earlier and have more time to sleep."
"Great idea," Doreen said. "Let's go."
The two girls paid the bill and left the cafe. They climbed into Patty's Fiat and sped off towards her apartment.