Nancy stuck her tongue out brazenly and sauntered away from the men like a showgirl, her naked hips switching, her voluptuous ass twitching temptingly. The men looked at her walk and then one another, laughing lewdly and with a barely contained excitement.
She was helped up on a small platform at one end of the room. The platform contained a big bed and nothing else. The platform was draped by black velvet, showing off her naked flesh to every advantage. The moment she stepped up on the platform, the lights began to dim and soon she was alone, standing in a cone of soft light.
She smiled brazenly, not losing her sudden lewd confidence. She gazed out at the darkness, hearing the appreciative murmur of the men as they settled themselves comfortably around the stage. Dimly, she could see the tall thin figure of Fred Hartman settling into a chair right in front of her.
Then, something happened… something happened to make Nancy's insolence vanish.
It was a sound… it was the sound of a whip whistling dangerously through the air and culminating with a nasty crack – like a gun shot – as it snapped. The whip hissed again and again and Nancy's face became startled and afraid. It was going to be like the Scorpio Sex Rites! In all her lewd excitement and new found power, she had forgotten!
Swaying drunkenly, she attempted to leave the stage. She found Ben and Herman at either side, and the menacing expression on their faces told her they were in no mood for any more of her brazen defiance. She backed away, looking around desperately, trying to find a way out.
Before she could move, the black velvet curtains were snapped aside and there stood Rita with a whip in her hand!
It was almost as if time itself stopped! Nothing, no one moved! Everyone looked at Rita standing there so wantonly threatening, so wildly obscene! She wore nothing but high-heeled black boots that came up to just below her knee and a black mask that covered her eyes. She stood there with her legs wide apart, magnificently lewd with her fully ripened breasts jutting out. Completely naked, she idly swished the whip back and forth on the floor. Nancy could see Rita's eyes behind the mask… they were wild, mad, eagerly determined. Her whole manner was changed… it wasn't like Rita… it was like some she-devil bent on something wicked.
"Thas'h my wife."
It was Tom, from the back of the room, in the dark, by the bar.
The calm voice of Fred Hartman cut through. "Somebody please show that idiot out."
His drunken mutterings failed to change the electric atmosphere in the room… Rita took no notice. Nancy took slinking steps backwards, away from her… instinctively, knowing, sensing that it would do no good to try and talk to or reason with Rita. Now she understood why she had cried and was so upset. Nancy crouched and cowered, trying to hide her voluptuous nakedness, realizing that she and Rita were too much alike… she understood what Rita was doing and feeling!
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!