The whip whistled again and again. The mouth of the girl in the mask was twisted insanely as she whipped the sweating naked body in front of her. The two men were spurred on by the sight of the lash, and fucked the wantonly writhing girl with all their savage might. The man thrusting into her from behind dug his nails cruelly and tightly in the soft flesh of her ass-cheeks and fucked until his balls were slapping obscenely against the back of her trembling thighs. The man lying on his back on the bed held the girl's head rigidly in place and began pumping his hips up into her tightly availed mouth. Over half his cock disappeared into her greedily sucking young mouth as he plunged it home with vicious body-jolting strokes. The girl in the mask was going wild with her own lust as the whip cracked and hissed through the air again and again, leaving criss-crossing red welts on the girl's nakedly curling back and bucking stomach.
With a roar, the man whose cock was being sucked began thrashing his head back and forth. He fucked upward with all his might, thrusting so deep into her lust-constricted throat that the girl gagged. He was cumming, shooting his white hot sperm into the girl's voraciously sucking mouth.
But he had other plans for the blonde. The girl in the mask ceased her whipping to crouch and watch. The camera pulled in for a close-up. Nancy gasped as the man pulled his wildly jerking penis from the girl's mouth. The young blonde struggled, her lips puckering desperately to hold on to the hot pole of pulsating flesh. The man held her face in place as his whole body shuddered and tensed. "Aaaaaaagggghhhaaaa!!" he roared. His eyes closed tightly as his cum began splattering all over the girl's helpless face. He held her head in place as jets of white hot sperm shot out and hit against her nose, her lips, her chin and forehead.
Nancy watched with her mouth open, not really believing what she saw. The tender young girl was so wild and debased by her passion that her mouth was open, eagerly trying to catch some of his spewing cum. She licked her lips and swallowed whatever she could, and cried out with a mindless desire for him to return his cock to her hungering mouth.
The man fucking her so brutally and insanely from behind bellowed out his triumph, and, his face twisting, he pulled his massively pulsating penis out at the last minute, and Nancy saw his thick white sperm shoot out. It jetted across the girl's bucking back in long white streaks, cries-crossing the crimson whip welts. It glistened obscenely in the light as he jerked and ejaculated his cum all over her back.
And then it was over, the two men releasing the poor debased girl and falling away, groaning, moving out of camera range, leaving the poor young blonde girl slumped helplessly on the bed, her naked body welted and bruised and covered with a coating of cum. She lay gasping for her breath while the girl in the mask crawled over and tangled her gloved hand in the disheveled blonde hair. She viciously yanked the girl's head up so that the camera could see the expression of pain and rapture on her ecstatic fifteen year old face. "Did you like that?"
The look on the young girl's face was unbelievable. Never had Nancy seen such a look of depraved rapture. The girl's expression was one of total depravity and pleasure. "Yes!" she hissed. Her eyes half-opened and she smiled lewdly at the camera as she licked at the cum around her mouth. "I loved it!"
The girl in the mask let the exhausted head drop. Again, she looked at the camera. "Now you have an idea of what Scorpio Sex Rites are!"
And the screen went white, blank, and a cry of approval went up from the audience.
CHAPTER SIX
When the lights came on, the room was in an uproar. It was crowded and smoky and people were shouting. Nancy felt guilty and embarrassed for having seen such a lewd film, and she tried not to look at anyone as she threaded her way through the chairs and people.
"More! We want more!" the cry went up around the room, mainly from men. The state and degree of excitement in the room was high. The tension was mounting as people milled about. Some of the men seemed to be looking for someone to blame. A man seized Nancy by the arm. "Have you ever seen anything like that?" he asked, his eyes wide.
Nancy saw that he was a little drunk. With a start, she realized that she, herself, had practically sobered up after watching the film. Dumbly, she shook her head and tried her best to pull away from the man.
"How do you suppose they get people to do that?" the man asked, still hanging on to her.
Nancy closed her eyes for a second and saw the whip snaking around the girl's slender waist and saw wild, bulging cocks, obscenely erect, jerking and shooting hot flowing cum all over the girl's face. And the face: rapture, ecstasy, depravity.
She shook her head again, more to get the images out of her mind than to answer the man. She felt she knew only too well how they got people to do that. The man's grip slipped from her arm, and she pushed through the crowd to be confronted by the red sweating face of Tom Nelson. He had a drink in either hand. He looked at Nancy and held out a glass. "Here, looks like you could use this."
Nancy took it without a word and drank half of it. Tom mopped his red face with a handkerchief. "I dunno," he muttered then drained his glass. He caught his breath then looked out over the crowd. "I dunno, I dunno if Chicago's going to go for this."
Dumbly, Nancy nodded. She still felt guilty and embarrassed by what she had seen. More, she felt guilty about what she had felt. Did anyone know? Did it show?
Rita, grinning self-consciously, pushed her way through the crowd. "Jesus Christ! How about that? Where's my drink?" Then she looked at Nancy's hand and said, "Oh, I see you got it. It's okay, I understand." She turned to Tom who was still watching the crowd, trying to guess or calculate its mood. "Honey, let's get the hell out of here."
Tom nodded. He handed Rita his empty drink and cupped his hands in front of his mouth. "FOLKS!" he called out over the sound of people protesting, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE BAR IS NOW OPEN AND SERVING FOR THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES ONLY!"
His announcement seemed to do the trick. The mood of the crowd turned to grumbling and complaining, and there was a general push and crush toward the room where the upstairs bar was situated.
Tom, Rita, and Nancy let themselves be carried along until they came to the stairwell. They peeled out of the crowd, helping one another, and threaded their way down the stairs and finally out into the hot humid night of the great city. Despite the heat, Nancy heaved a deep sigh. "I need a drink," Rita said.
They hailed a cab and sped back to the loop where Tom knew a bar. The three of them said very little in the cab and bar until they all downed one quick drink and Tom hastily ordered another round. "Whew, that was an explosive scene!" Tom sighed.
"Explosive!" Rita's eyebrows lifted. "I was sure I was going to get raped!"
"Me too!" Nancy added.
"Of course," Rita said with a casual shrug, "I'm not so sure I would have minded."
Nancy looked at her disbelieving.
Rita drank again and pointed a finger at Nancy. "Listen, don't try and tell me you weren't excited."
Nancy couldn't admit the feeling that was still churning in her. "You mean you liked that?"
"Liked it? I don't think that's the word," Rita said, looking off as if remembering it. "The point is, it's exciting as hell."
"Exciting?" Nancy pretended to be shocked.
"Hell, yes. Listen, there isn't a woman alive who hasn't, at one time or another, wondered about a scene like that."
"Do you mean to imply you have?" Nancy was still acting shocked. In fact, she really was. She never suspected that Rita would be so honest.
"Hell, yes! Listen, that picture has a kind of evil genius to it because it gets at a wish."
"Wish?"
"Sure. Every woman has wondered what it would be like to be a whore or to be raped. Every woman has wanted to be treated like that. Just once. Admit it, haven't you?"