Susan Carter - The hidden camera

"You filthy scum!"

Tom straightened up with an easy grin. "Maybe, but you be there or explain a lot to Allan. I'm sure he'll understand."

"Drunken bastard!"

Tom looked at his empty glass and nodded. "Maybe. But you'd better be there when I call." He chuckled, wagging his head. "I don't know why I'm going on about it. Hell, you'll be there."

She flared up, almost shouting. "What gives you that wild idea?"

He looked at her for a minute before he spoke. When he spoke, it was with a voice that was quiet and easy, carrying the conviction of truth. "You'll be there. You'll come and I'll give you the negatives. But you'll be there, because you really want to be there. You're basically an exhibitionist at heart… an exhibitionist and a masochist… and an over-sexed broad."

Nancy was too stunned. Stupidly, she said, "What?"

He went on, quiet, confident. "You love it, Nancy. You're dying for it. Admit it, you loved it all, the motion picture, the men last night!"

"N… no!"

"You love it. I'm an alcoholic, but I know what you are, and you'll be there." He sauntered to the bedroom door and held up the glass. "Thanks for the drinkee-poo and I'll be calling you." He stepped out, closing the door, leaving Nancy to face herself.

And that had been the beginning of it all. The blackmail had started with that one drunken night. And it was as if Nancy Dodge had fallen into a quagmire of quicksand; the more she struggled, the deeper she went into the evil… and her torment and guilt knew no bounds.

Tom Nelson had been right. She had gone. She had driven to the estate of Fred Hartman for the first time and met Tom. He had been half-drunk and smug, sure of himself. Like he had said, she had gone. She had to. Tom was clever… he arranged the party to coincide with Allan being out of town. Besides, he was right! She was in a state of near sexual frenzy for days before the party. On the day of the party, she did housework and shopping, but she could think of nothing else. By afternoon, she was drinking and so horny and excited that she could barely contain herself.

She drove slowly, carefully, so sexually excited she could barely see the road. She told herself she had to go… she was being blackmailed. And… the very thought of being forced to do something lewd against her will set off a flood-wall of lust in her. The more she drank, the more reckless she became… just once, once to give in to raw lust and depravity… two men… other things…!!

The more excited she became, the more controlled her behavior. She was calculating and carefully dressed as she left the house. She was cool and remotely polite as she was introduced to Fred Hartman. She looked at him and didn't know he was a man who would change her life. He was polite and lofty… tall and thin and bored looking. Nancy noticed that everyone treated her with great politeness. Rita was no where to be seen, and the party consisted of only a handful of middle-aged men who looked successful.

She was led to a guest room where her every wish was attended to. She had a private and luxurious bath and food and fine Scotch to drink. A man, a servant and chauffeur that Nancy was going to come to know as Herman, showed her a cigarette box carved out of teakwood. "Hashish, mam. It would help if you had some." Nancy didn't… that first time… but later she came to need and rely on it.

She had a television set that Herman turned on. "Closed circuit," he explained as he left the room.

Nancy gazed at the set and saw a film of a naked young girl writhing on the bed. Cynically, she smiled. They were going to show her smokers, porny films, to get her in the mood. With a fatalistic masochism that made her feel depraved and excited, she poured herself a drink and watched the lewd and obscene conduct on the television.

They gave her all the time in the world to get ready. She thought they would come for her and rip her clothes off and drag her out to be ravished and raped. They didn't. They gave her time to think… and drink. They gave her time to look at the teakwood box. She looked more closely at it: a naked couple were carved on the lid, writhing together, their mouths sucking on each other's genitals.

She looked away and drank. They gave her plenty of time to get acquainted with her surroundings. They gave her time to watch the closed circuit TV. She saw a close-up of a naked man sitting in a chair. His erection was enormous and obscene. A young girl… very young… was obediently kneeling between his thighs and holding the shaft of his hard cock with her fingers. Her tongue lashed out and wantonly curled around the swelling mushroom head. Her wet lips played slippery tricks, sliding and sucking the very tip of the lust-thickened penis. The girl's lewd teasing was obviously having its effect on the man… he grabbed her head brutally with both his hands and, at the same time, savagely thrust his hips upward and forward, sinking his thick shaft of hard flesh deep in the girl's mouth. Nancy watched the girl's face as she closed her eyes and her wet lips closed tightly around the shaft… and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

Nancy drained her glass and turned from the TV. She looked in a wall mirror, seeing her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure that even her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her carnage, slightly drunk. It was real… it simply wasn't real that she was here, on an estate, about to do something lewd. What was it Tom had said? Scorpio. The word sent a deliciously depraved thrill through her. Hastily, she poured herself another drink before returning to the mirror.

She stood looking in the mirror, taking in her own figure, turning this way and that. It was an incredible figure, fully developed… soft in the right places and curved. She smiled at her image again and was proud of it. She drank and turned to the TV. The young girl was naked now sitting in the chair. The man was kneeling in front of her and had forced the young thing to put her legs up on the arms of the chair. Her knees were hooked over the arms of the chair and her full firm thighs were obscenely split wide open. Apparently it wasn't enough to satisfy the man who roughly spread the girl's eagerly trembling legs even wider apart, forcing her to shove her glistening pink cunt forward to the edge of the chair. The man grinned lewdly and slowly spread the wetly throbbing lips of the girl's pussy before lasciviously burying his face into the hair-lined opening.

Nancy groaned aloud and her free hand brushed over her own stomach and groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh and nerves like a slow warm syrup… if she kept watching the screen, she knew she was going to become insanely horny. She poured herself still another drink and tried not to think of what she was involved in. She ignored the TV and went to the bathroom to see what it was like. It shocked her: the walls were covered with excellent photographs of men and women naked, fondling one another. Scenes of graphic sex had her panting a little. She fled the bathroom and had to look at the TV screen again. The girl was still in the chair, but now her head was flailing back and forth with an abandoned passion as her hips churned and ground wildly upward against the man's tongue darting, licking, and stabbing deep into her wantonly writhing cunt. Nancy moaned… just once… a sound of hunger and despair.

They gave her plenty of time… time to watch the TV and look at the teakwood box and the photos and murals in the bathroom… time to drink. They gave her so much time she began to think they had forgotten about her.

By the time they did come to get her… she was more than ready… giddy with drink and half naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she sprawled in a chair, one leg swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up to expose the white crotch band of her panties. Her dress was open in the front and her brassiere unclasped, allowing a good view of her beautifully rounded mounds. Her long black hair was wild and gypsy-like. She grinned up at Herman and Ben who had to fetch her.