Susan Carter - The hidden camera

Nancy's futile efforts to cover her quaking limbs and nakedly quivering breasts only served to excite her audience even more. Each person present realized they were going to see something bizarre and wanton… something orgiastic… they could feel it in the very still air of the room…

"On the bed." It was Rita's voice and it wasn't Rita's voice. Its tone insinuated a threat and the smutty promise of lewd things.

All Nancy could do was shake her head.

Instantly, maliciously, the whip snapped across the stage and cracked sharply next to Nancy's shoulder, making her jump and cower with fear. "Get on that bed. Lie down on the bed!" Rita's voice told everyone that she wouldn't tolerate any nonsense. In case anyone doubted her, she lazily flicked the whip sideways and the men saw the black whip snake its way around the incredibly well-formed and slender waist of Nancy. They saw her wince as the tip of the whip bit painfully into her tender flesh. She was almost pulled off balance as Rita jerked the whip back and stood… menacingly, sexually, with her legs far apart, her excitedly moistened cuntal lips glistening in the overhead spotlight.

Rubbing the painful red spot on her satin stomach, Nancy fearfully obeyed, crawling up on the bed and looking beseechingly at Rita who swaggered in front of her, grinning cruelly now that she had made the young dark-haired wife do something.

Nancy didn't notice Herman and Ben coming up on the platform… not until it was too late. She looked up and gasped as they seized her by either arm, grabbing her slender wrists in their iron grips. She was forced flat on her back and her arms were spread wide and raised above her head. "N… nnno!" she pleaded, not knowing what they were going to do to her.

She saw immediately. From under the bed they brought steel cuffs and clicked them locked shut over her wrists with a frighteningly final metallic sound. The other end of the cuffs were locked to the head of the bed; she was caught, pinned, trapped, lying flat on her back with her arms stretched wide above her head. She struggled, twisting this way and that, trying to get free. She only succeeded in knowing how completely she was trapped. Her proud young breasts quivered and spread in an obscene and inviting way. After a short struggle, she lay still, panting, her melon-ripe breasts heaving, while Rita gloated at the edge of the bed with her mask and boots making her look lewdly sexual, contrasting with Nancy's nakedly chained body. She snapped the whip around on the floor like a big angry cat swishing its tail. "Spread your legs!" Her voice was gloating and grating as she said it.

Nancy closed her eyes. This wasn't what she expected, she didn't want to be such a victim, she enjoyed teasing the men. She tried to catch her breath and think of what to say or do that would extricate her from this impossible position.

The deadly hiss and smack of the whip almost coincided with her fearfully wild scream. "Aaaaaaaggggghhhaaa!!"

Twice the whip snaked through the air, cutting at her unprotected flesh, and when Rita withdrew the whip, Nancy had a livid criss-cross on her slenderly smooth belly. Her face was full of pain and fear as, lips quivering and her whole body trembling, she quickly spread her legs to avoid further punishment.

The men in the audience leaned forward, little tight lewd smiles on their faces. The girl was trapped and being forced into something… it would be interesting to see what happened to her. Already, she had opened her long lithe legs obscenely wide, and they could see that she was excited. Already, the quivering lips of her tight little cunt were swelling and lewdly parting, revealing a glint of sexual moisture in her slit. The men watched as her nakedly voluptuous body trembled and she spread her legs wide, bending her knees slightly, revealing all her secrets, even down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

She lay naked and lewd, frightened, vulnerable. Instinctively, she glanced in fear at Herman and Ben. But they were backing off the platform, cynical smiles on their faces. Everyone could see a moment of doubt and puzzlement pass over her face. Then, she looked at the foot of the bed and saw Rita who had put her whip aside and crawled up on the bed, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. She crawled up between Nancy's wide spread legs and looked down at the girl's loins, at the defenselessly quivering cunt.

In a flash, Nancy knew what was going to happen… she saw it in the wild expression in Rita's eyes behind the black mask… she was going to be forced into something perverted… they had her trapped and were going to arouse her until she accepted something unnatural and depraved… they were going to make her perform a perverted act… and they were going to make her like it!

"Pleeeeezzzz… noooooo!"

For an answer, Rita whirled and snatched up the whip. She crouched between Nancy's tensely spread thighs and had only to hold the whip up to subdue the quaking young housewife. She cowered under Rita, feeling the livid red X wildly seared across her stomach by the whip. She tried to avert her face and closed her eyes as Rita cupped her warm hand over her wetly throbbing cunt. She knew all the men were watching… she could hear them exchange whispers.

Obscenely, Rita fondled the tender flesh of Nancy's vagina with her cupped hand, stroking slowly up and down and beginning a regular rhythm while she bent over the chained brunette's spread-eagled body and let her tongue snake out to lick wetly around one erect little nipple. She let her warmly wet lips close over the berry-like bud, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked sensuously. All the time, her cupped hand kept a slow massage going on Nancy's cunt.

The men sat forward, quiet, attentive, watching Nancy's body as the masked girl made an unholy assault on it. It became immediately obvious that Rita was enjoying her sadistic role of seducer tremendously. Her nakedly dancing breasts heaved with a lewd passion as she crouched on her knees with one arm above Nancy… her voraciously sucking mouth flying from one breast to the other, leaving the hippies wet with a glistening saliva. All the time her hand kept up a grinding motion over the top of Nancy's hotly pulsating cunt. Lewdly, brazenly, Rita's hips pumped above Nancy as if she had an invisible cock in her own moistly quivering pussy.

Nancy was stretched out with her eyes tightly shut, her face averted to one side, her nakedly chained body as tense as steel or harp string. Every muscle in her body was straining as she used all her will to resist the obscenely perverted thing Rita was doing to her.

She tried to deny the spasms of pure pleasure the other woman's mouth was giving to her breasts. She screamed in her mind so she wouldn't have to think about the smoky excitement smoldering deep in her groin as Rita's bold hand stroked her cunt… she tried not to think of the sweetly intense pleasure she was feeling… nor did she want to think about the wicked pain she was feeling from the lash… the whip had bitten into her and her body was beginning to perspire… the perspiration was beginning to sting in the red welts, and the pain was mingling, mixing with the pleasure… and the whole feeling was becoming something else… something darkly overwhelming… something soaring, wildly masochistic, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing in her body.

Rita abruptly stopped biting and sucking Nancy's breasts and sat up, looking down at her cupped hand over her cunt. She was panting, her ripely full breasts slowly heaving with pure lust. With one finger, she probed and slowly plowed Nancy's passion-swollen vaginal lips apart. The audience was silent as Rita's finger spread the naked young cunt and began sliding up and down the hair-lined furrow, its passageway becoming more easy as the finger tip was lubricated by Nancy's wild, ungovernable excitement.