Chapter 9
Doreen was terrified.
The last scene that was scheduled to be filmed for "Secrets of the Nunnery Dungeon" was her big torture scene. She wasn't sure she could go through with it.
"Of course, you can," Patty reassured her. "It's perfectly safe."
"Perfectly safe!" Doreen said. "Do you know what that man is going to do to me?"
"Yes," Patty said. "I've read the script."
"Doesn't it hurt?" Doreen asked.
"Of course, it hurts," Patty said. "But what's a little pain for all the excitement the film is going to cause? You know this is the biggest movie that he's ever made."
"I know," Doreen said. "But I'm still scared."
"Don't be," Patty said. "I'll be there."
The two women had become very close. After that first night that they spent together, there had been many other nights - many. And Doreen was getting almost as good as Patty at licking pussy. She had really gotten to like it a lot.
As the scene began, Doreen was in chains. She had been found guilty of fornication by the High Court of the Inquisition. She was condemned.
"Bring the slut in," the priest who was leading the punishment commanded.
Doreen was dragged across the stone floor of the dungeon to a special place that had been created just ofr the scene.
There was a bench-like arrangement and she was thrust down on it by the guards who were in charge of her.
They sat her on the cold stone, her hands manacled behind her.
"Sister Theresa," the priest said. "You have been found guilty by this court and you are now to receive your due punishment. There is nothing to say in your defense, so let the punishment begin."
The guards stood beside her. They unlocked the manacles that held her hand behind her.
Another guard came up to where she was sitting naked on the stone bench. He held in his hands a ball of steel with a bit through it. Attached to the ends of the bit were chains with large hooks at the ends.
The guards held her arms as the one with the ball-bit placed it in her mouth. The cold, hard steel was rammed into her mouth as the rough hands of the guards held her down.
They took hold of the hooks at the ends of the chains and forced her head backwards to the stone back of the bench where she was sitting. There were steel eyes set in the bench and the hooks on the ends of the chains were fitted through them.
She was held tight by the bit in her mouth that was attached to the hooks. There was no way she could get up from where she was seated.
Manacles were placed around her ankles and her legs were spread wide open as he ankles were chained to the bottom of the stone bench.
Next, a couple of iron bracelets were slid onto her arms. They had large holes on the inside of her arms. A rod was screwed into the bracelets that held her arms apart and down at her sides.
"Fasten it to her navel," the priest commanded.
A meat hook was brought forth and screwed into the bottom of the rod that held her arms in position.
"Insert it," the priest said, watching the terrified nun. PLOP!
The sudden piercing of her flesh by the meat hook brought a scream to her throat, but it was strangled by the steel ball-bit in her mouth. She felt the sharp point of the hook penetrate her tender flesh and the blood begin to ooze from her punctured navel.
She was held tightly now. Any movement would only make it worse.
"Now the tits," the priest commanded. "Pierce her tits with the tines."
Doreen was terrified of this most of all.
Her tits were the tenderest part of her body, except for the inner walls of her pussy. She had never been able to stand any pain to her tits and now she was to have these one-inch diameter spikes thrust through her tender nipples.
She looked wildly around the set of the film, trying to find Patty in the line-up of nuns who were watching the execution of her punishment.
She spotted her.
From the expression on her face, she knew that Patty understood. Even in their love making, which had become kind of wild at times, Patty was always careful to avoid being too rough with her tits.
The two guards who had been in charge of her each held one of the dreaded spikes in his hand. They gripped her large nipples in their fingers and pinched them to erection. The camera moved in for a close-up and Doreen took a deep breath.
The searing pain of the spikes being inserted into her nipples nearly made her faint. It was the most excruciating pain she had ever felt. She didn't know if she would be able to stand it.
She writhed and the meat hook in her navel tore her flesh. She screamed, but it was smothered in her throat.
The guards slid the spikes in her tits upwards until the rings that were attached to them encircled her nipples. Then they screwed them into the rod that was attached to the manacles and the meat hook in holes that were provided for that express purpose.
The manufacture of the instruments of torture had been designed by a genius of the perverse, and Doreen knew just who that person was - Scanucci.
He was diabolical in his execution of the exact torture that would be most painful and terrifying to each of his actors. He liked that look of sheer terror on the faces of the people he put in his movies. It gave him a sense of power and strength to see people at the utmost limits of their terror - just at the brink of madness.
The mind can stand only so much pain and then it snaps - like a silver string.
Doreen had been brought to the edge of her limits and she was about to be pushed beyond.
The huge steel dildo that was brought before her was about six -inches in diameter. It was solid steel and absolutely unrelenting. It was held by the head priest. He would be the one to insert it.
With her legs spread wide with the manacles on her ankles and the steel bit in her mouth that was attached to the stone bench, there was no avoiding the huge steel dildo as it neared its mark.
Even if she moved a little, the meat hook in her navel would rip her stomach open, not to mention the searing pain in her nipples if she tried to resist.
Metal clamps were inserted onto her pussy lips to hold them open. She felt the biting into her thighs of the steel teeth of the clamps. A trickle of blood dripped from her creamy flesh as the camera moved in to fill the movie screen with the vision of her spread open pussy. WHAM!
The steel dildo was rammed into her cunt, tearing her open with the impact of the thrust.
Doreen could stand no more. It was beyond pain. It was the most horrifying thing she had ever experienced - and yet, it was strange - she began to feel a wild sensation seeping through her body.
The almost unendurable pain was changing, transforming into some wild and mysterious sensation that she had never felt before. It was as though she were losing all touch with the earth - that she was evaporating in the mists that clouded her vision - she could neither see clearly nor feel clearly and as the dildo was rammed in and out of her cunt, faster and harder - she began to feel nothing - nothing at all - complete oblivion. It was the most ecstatic feeling she had ever had.
The camera caught the expression on her face. It was as though she had been transported to another dimension, beyond pain - beyond pleasure - to the realm of some other reality.
"CUT!"
Scanucci walked onto the set.
He stopped the man from ramming the dildo into her pussy. He waved his hand for the man to take it away.
Doreen opened her eyes and looked up into the glare of the opaque black lenses of the glasses that Scanucci was never seen without. She saw the reflection of her own face in duplicate in the lenses. She had never looked so beautiful in her life.
Scanucci reached up and gripped the glasses with his hand. He slowly lifted them upwards and outwards and then dropped his hands. She looked directly into Scanucci's eyes.
The expression in his eyes was one of infinite suffering. She had never seen such eyes before. It was as though he had seen all the suffering, the torture, the brutality of mankind from the beginning of time.
The pupils of his eyes were like black onyx. They reflected everything they saw and she could see a tiny image of herself in the center of his pupils. They were the most terrifying eyes she had ever seen.