Susan Carter - The hidden camera

Once more the menacing whip cracked its warning less than two inches above her fearfully cringing figure. "Spread your legs!"

Nancy held her breath. The room silent as all attention was strained on the screen. It was a delicious moment as the girl slowly, unwilling, but afraid, spread her beautiful legs. Everyone could see the swollen velvety lips of her little pink cunt sparsely covered with soft curls of pussy hair.

Hilda dressed in black mask and stockings, stepped into the camera frame, grinning down at the girl. Again, savagely this time, the whip was snapped, and the fifteen year old girl screamed, her body recoiling. The whip was pulled away and a long brutal red welt was streaked across her little white stomach.

"I said open them wide! Spread them!"

Terrified, stifling her sobs, the girl obeyed, spreading her legs as far as she could. The cords stood out like velvet ropes along her inner thigh as she spread her legs so wide they trembled. The whip hissed another warning over her body and the girl cringed and bent her knees upward. Then she lay there, her naked breasts quivering as she heaved for breath, her legs split wide open, and the team streaming down her pain-twisted face.

The camera zoomed in close for a shot of her defenseless little cunt with its vaginal lips spread wide. Each person in the audience could clearly see the moisture making her slit glisten. Each person could clearly see that her tiny clitoris was erect and oiled with excitement. And then there was a concerted gasp as everyone realized the girl was becoming sexually aroused by the terrible things that were happening to her.

The camera pulled back to show Hilda with the whip and the mask leering down at the cowering blonde. Reluctantly taking her eyes from the lewdly tempting form of the child, Hilda walked to the camera, speaking to the audience with a twisted smile beneath her mask. "What you just saw is sadistic. That girl behind me was forced to pose like that." The smile broadened. "She'll be forced to do many other… things before the Scorpio Sex Rites are concluded."

A look of passion went over the masked girl's mouth as her lips twisted in wanton excitement. The camera pulled back to show her free hand slowly and sensuously caressing her own cunt. Her gloved fingers slowly spread her wetly glistening vaginal lips, revealing the coral-pink flesh that throbbed with each excited beat of her heart. Idly, she cracked the whip and grinned again at the camera. "What you don't know," she said, speaking to the audience, "what you don't know and should know is this. That girl, that young innocent thing, likes it."

There was a barely audible gasp that went through the dark room that was rapidly getting stifling hot. Nancy didn't notice the gasp or the heat. She didn't notice anything for every fiber of her being was locked in fierce concentration on the screen.

The masked girl grinned cynically. "She loves it. She asks us to do it to her. Remember, this is the Scorpio Sex Rites." Her grin was wanton and evil as she looked right at the camera and asked, "Who is the victim? What is pleasure? Look at the girl!"

Dramatically, she stepped aside and the camera saw the girl on the bed, her legs split obscenely wide, one arm over her eyes. Her ripe young cunt was swollen and split wide, the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks quivering under the strain. The girl's naked breasts were heaving in a barely contained lust. Hilda's voice went on while the camera zoomed slowly in for a close-up of the girl's wetly ready vagina. "This girl likes being degraded. She's not an actress. She is a friend, a disciple of Scorpio Sex Rites." Hilda's lips twisted mockingly as the camera swung to her face. One gloved hand cupped the hugeness of one breast and velvet-covered stagers began pinching one taut nipple. "We learn to acquire pleasure through shame. This is no ordinary film. This is a film about a way of life, a way to pleasure. A way to…" and she hissed the word… "Ecstasy."

Nancy Dodge slumped back in her seat. It was as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. She sat, open-mouthed, utterly speechless. She was watching two utterly indecent girls, posing naked and mouthing all kinds of nonsense. It was obvious to her all the talk was only an excuse for much obscenity. Only that and nothing more.

Why, then, did it all make sense?

She slumped back, stunned with the tremendous truth she knew. It was real, the film she was seeing was real. Instinctively she knew that what the girl was saying up on the screen was the truth. She knew, for she felt the same way herself! Furthermore, she knew, divined, instantly, without anyone telling her, that what she was seeing was real. These were no actresses hired off the street. They were real, and what better humiliation, what greater thrill could one ask for than to do obscene perverted things and have someone film it! What greater debasement than to know you were being photographed while doing wantonly obscene things! A film that would be shown as a sex-film in hard-core theaters!

The longing, the streaking sexual hunger was so strong in Nancy that she was panting for breath, her eyes fluttering half-closed. She needed air, she had to have air or she was going to pass out. Her half-empty drink tumbled to the floor where it stained the carpet darkly as she weaved up to her feet. She had to get air immediately or she would pass out. Desperately, she tried stepping out of the tangle of feet and chairs.

"Sit down, damn it!"

"Down in front!"

"Somebody yank that drunken broad down!"

Hands seized her and guided her back to her own seat where she slumped, her eyes half unfocused. Then they opened wide. Up on the screen was a naked man!

Nancy had seen men naked before. She had seen Allan naked many times, but she had never seen a man with a penis like the one up on the screen!

It was huge! It was at least nine inches long and over two turgid inches thick. And right before her eyes, it was growing even larger. The man was stroking it lewdly with one hand as he stood next to the bed and looked down at the helpless young blonde with her legs still spread wide. He was stark naked and heavily muscled with a strong looking face. The camera closed in on his huge growing cock and watched as he slowly stroked his penis to a virile life, pulling the slippery foreskin back over the moist blue-pink head until the huge blood-gorged tip flared out.

The whip snaked out and lashed at the girl's leg. "On your knees!" the masked Hilda commanded. The young blonde girl scrambled to her knees whimpering, rubbing the fine welt on her leg, looking up at the man with frightened eyes. The woman in the mask and black stockings was obviously enjoying herself as she smiled and ran one gloved finger up and down the length of her own moistly gleaming slit as her hips pumped provocatively and obscenely. "Suck it!" Hilda hissed. "Suck his cock!"

The girl quailed for an instant, cringing, eyes wide. Instantly the whip whistled and crashed across her shoulders, causing her back to arch as she screamed. Her breasts were thrust out tantalizingly as the whip cut across her back once again. The man standing by the bed, his lips twisted cruelly, shot out his free hand and grabbed the girl by the hair, holding her in place. She cried out as he dragged her closer, forcing her tightly clenched mouth to his huge pulsating cock that was heavily veined and swelling with an obscene desire.

The blonde girl resisted, trying to turn her head, and the whip snapped across her back once more, bringing a thin streak of blood welling to the unblemished surface of her creamy flesh, and she opened her mouth to scream, "Aaaaaagggghhhhaaa!!"

Her cry was cut short as the thick cock was immediately jammed into her mouth, forcing it open wide, forcing her lips to fit around the thick shaft with a soft elasticity.