Thank God, she thought. Some relief. Maybe now that Bruce had got his kicks by making her suck his cock, maybe now he would leave her alone. She was just so happy to be out of those awful stocks. She sat on the floor and rubbed her wrists, which had been chafed raw. Her neck was sore too. That was a terrible, wicked thing he had done to her, she thought. She would never forgive him. He was mean and rotten to the core. People like Bruce should be locked up in cages and she intended to tell him that, right to his face! Then, she thought about it for a moment. And decided that it would not be a very wise thing to do, actually, she did not know what to do. She was at his mercy. She only wished that he would leave her alone, that he would leave and never return that she would never have to see his evil face again.
"Well now, sweet-cheeks. What've you got to say for yourself?"
"Nothing," she muttered. She pouted and stared at the floor.
"Well, now. What kind of way is that to act? Weren't you pleased with your performance? Hell I thought you did a pretty good job. I just loved the look of helplessness on your face when you sucked my cock. Damn, I've worked with lots of actresses. Actresses with plenty more experience than you have. And, I've got to give it to you, sweet-cheeks. You did a mighty fine job. We only had to do two takes to get that scene down right. Let's see how you do on the next one."
"Oh, no! No! No! No!" she screamed hysterically. "Please! I can't take any more of this! Please let me go now!"
"Hey now, sweet-cunt. Our lady of the fancy boarding school. What kind of attitude is that? This is your big chance. And you're doing just fine. I didn't want to have to tell you this, darlin', but this is a limited budget movie. We can't just shoot one scene an evening and wrap it up. The cameras are rolling and we can't afford to waste film."
Doris knew that it would be useless to protest. Bruce was an awful man. Disgusting. Repulsive. Nasty. Mean. And, on top of that, he had a sick sense of humor.
"Okay, I'll lay down the plot of this next scene as we go along. It'll be more realistic that way. But first we have to get the set ready. So we'll move this prop out of the way."
He rolled the stocks back into the big closet. She heard him moving about in there for a few seconds, and then he returned to the center of the harshly lit room. And he was carrying ropes and a whip! Doris had to look twice to be sure that she was seeing correctly. It was true! He had a real whip in his hand, and ropes.
"My lord in heaven!" she wailed. "What are you going to do to me? What are you going to do?"
"That's good, sweet-cunt. Very realistic. If I didn't bow better, I might have thought that you weren't just acting. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
He grabbed her by the wrists and hoisted her to her feet. She screamed and cried, but he paid absolutely no attention to her protests and exhortations and begging for mercy. He dragged her to the wall and tied her hands and feet to thick steel rungs which were affixed to the wall. She was tied face forward and spread-eagled. Totally helpless and, once again, a slave to his every whim.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged. "I never did anything to you. Why do you have to treat me this way?"
"Good! Very good! You really are a fine actress, sweet-cunt. I swear, I think I found myself a star!"
Was he serious? she wondered. He seemed to really believe that he was a movie director and that he was directing her in a scene from a movie. Did he really believe that, or was he just acting? If he believed it and was really serious, he was crazier than she had originally believed! My heavens, she thought, this man is a psycho! What was he going to do with her next? What could he possibly do that was worse than he had already done to crack! The slashing sound of the whip and the intense pain that it caused as it struck her little titties quickly answered her questions.
"Ooowwww! Oh, no!" she yelped as the whip bit into her tit-flesh. "Please don't whip me! Please don't…"
Crack! Again the leather whip slashed across her little titties. She winced in pain and struggled in her tight-fitting bonds. But she was held fast in the spread eagle position.
The whip slashed down again, cutting her across her firm thighs. Flickers of pain shot up through her thighs, into her loins and registered in her brain, producing a spine chilling scream.
"What's the matter, teeny cunt?" Bruce teased. "Don't you like my little friend here?"
"No! No! No! I hate it. It hurts so much. Please. No more! I beg of you. No more, please!"
"Okay," Bruce replied, with an evil glint in his eyes. "Let's try something else," he taunted as he dropped the whip and strolled forward. His prick was hard again. He had an enormous cock stand that frightened little Doris to death. What if he decided to put that nasty thing in her little cunt? The thought was simply too repulsive, and frightening, and she tried to push it from her mind. But, as he moved forward, she could not help thinking about it. It was unspeakable! He simply would not try to put his big cock into her little virgin pussy. Besides, she consoled herself, it simply would not fit.
He tweaked her nipples. Then pinched them until they hurt.
"Ow! That hurts."
"No kidding," he replied.
Then Bruce's hand slid down her ripe little titties and across her stomach, and he began to scratch her soft cunt-hairs.
"My, my. What cute little red cunt hair you have, darlin'. I didn't think thirteen-year-old pussies had any cunt hair. But, ten, I guess we all make mistakes."
Doris shuddered as his fingers moved around in her downy red pussy hairs. Then, all of a sudden, she felt his middle finger slide into her tight young pussy. His finger slid in easily and she realized that her cunt-juices were flowing as never before.
"Well, now," Bruce drawled, a crude, lewd, lascivious grin pasted on his face. "What have we got here? Wet virgin pussy. Yeah, you are nice and juicy down there, sweet-cunt. How about that? Well, girl. What have you got to say for yourself?" he said as if reproaching her for her naughtiness.
"I-I-I j-just don't know," she stuttered. It was a surprise to Doris too. She had not known that her little cunt was getting hot and juicy. In fact, she did not even know what it meant. Her mind was in a state of complete confusion.
"Well, I know," Bruce responded with a wicked sneer. "It means you're hot and horny. That's what it means. It means your cute little virgin pussy is ready. That's what it means."
"Ready for what?" Doris asked inquisitively.
"Ready to be fucked!" Bruce answered. "That's what a nice, wet, juicy virgin pussy means. It means it's ready to be reamed put by a nice, thick hard cock. Just like mine," he said, pointing to his slick cock-stand.
"Nooooo!" she wailed. "Not that! Nooooo!"
"Not yet, darlin'. I'm gonna slick you up a little bit more first."
With that, Bruce plunged his finger deep into her seething pussy sheath. He wriggled his finger around inside of her virgin cunt, wriggling it around like a serpent.
Doris tried to fight the chilling sensations that began to run up and down her spine. But it was useless. His finger was beginning to feel good. Yes! It was true! Much to her surprise, this lewd psycho was turning her on! Her pussy-juices were flowing. She could feel her virgin cunt-juice running down her inner thighs in thin sticky rivulets.
"Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh," she moaned.
"Well, how does it feel?" Bruce asked.
"It… it feels kinda good," she answered.
"I knew you'd like it."
"I don't believe it, but… but it does feel kinda good. I think I do kinda like it… kinda."
Meanwhile, back in Diane's bedroom, the voluptuous blonde was nearing the throes of orgasm while Melissa sucked her cunt.
"Suck my cunt, bitch. I am nearing the throes of orgasm," Diane said. "Oh, yeah. I'm almost there."