evil brunette bitch was saying. She didn't understand. What did she mean by 'lezzy scenes'? What did any of them mean? she wondered. Christ! she thought. They all spoke like they were big-shot Hollywood directors and actors. And Mindy, speaking about her fans! How ridiculous! How absurd! Or, could it be true? Did Mindy Mandringer really have fans? It didn't seem possible! No, these people were insane, with foolish delusions of grandeur. They made vile, filthy pornographic movies. She seemed to recall having heard the name of Malcolm Reams before, but she didn't remember when or where. Her mind kept going over the phrase, 'lezzy scenes'. Whatever it means, Sally knew that she wouldn't like it.
She gulped down Malcolm's jism with a sense of urgency, wanting this disgusting scene to end as soon as possible so that she could get some relief. She was locked into a terrible nightmare of brutal reality. She wished that somehow she would suddenly wake up and find that all of this was a mere dream. But she knew that it wasn't a dream. This was reality, and it was truly shocking! Was this retribution for some evil thing that she had done in the past? Was God punishing her for her sins?
'That's a good girl,' Malcolm said condescendingly as he backed away from her, his long, soft prick hanging down between his legs. Sally noticed that his low-hung balls had relaxed and were no longer clenched and constricted. She could smell the pungent aroma of cum and sex and sweat that permeated the air of the, room. 'You did real good,' Malcolm complimented her, scratching his balls and sliding off the table.
'Yeah, that'll look real good on the silver screen,' Bertram Havermeyer groaned.
'Now, can we get on with the lezzy scenes?' Mindy Mandringer said eagerly, her eyes brightening as she glowered down at Sally who lay stretched out and shackled on the torture table. 'You'll get a real kick out of the lezzy scenes, slut. Ha! Ha! Ha!' Mindy cackled and Bertram and Malcolm joined in laughing, enjoying some private joke that Sally was unable to share.
'Now, now,' Bertram said in a fatherly tone of voice. 'We don't want to spring too many new things on Sally all at once. Let's go in the living room and have a drink. We'll give her a breather for a while. Besides, I want to discuss the next few scenes with the two of you.'
Sally tensed her muscles, frightened of being left alone, spread-eagled and shackled to the torture table. 'P-please,' she whimpered softly, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks, 'will you release me? I won't run away, I promise.' She pouted as she spoke, shooting Bertram Havermeyer a look of unabashed sincerity. 'I-I'm scared to stay in here all alone.'
'Oh, the little slut is scared to stay in here all alone,' Mindy said, mimicking the young girl. 'Well, that's just too fucking bad, ain't it, Bertram?'
'Shut up, Mindy!' Bertram said. He strolled forward and unlocked the shackles that bound Sally to the torture table. 'Here, get up and move about a bit. I don't want our little starlet to get cramps right in the middle of one of her big scenes.' He smiled at Sally. His smile struck her as warm and quite sincere, and she smiled back, realizing that this was the first time she had smiled since the filming had begun, two hours ago at least.
'What the fuck are you talking about, calling that little slut a fucking starlet?' Mindy raged, her cheeks flushing with anger. The evil brunette bitch was seething. 'She's no fucking starlet! She's nothing but a cunt!' She strode forward, her hand balled into a tight fist, ready to strike Sally. But just in time, Bertram interceded, standing in front of Sally. Malcolm put his hand on Mindy's shoulder and pulled her away. Mindy turned on Malcolm now. 'You son of a bitch! So you're on her side, too! Fucking asshole! Shit, you don't even have enough balls to please me, you son of a cock-sucker!'
Sally cringed in fear and rubbed her chaffed wrists and ankles, scared to death of the evil brunette bitch. The woman was insane! she thought anxiously. It was obvious that Mindy Mandringer perceived Sally as a threat, but Sally didn't know why. She decided to try to reason with the woman. 'Listen, Miss… Miss Mandringer,' she stammered weakly.
'What the fuck do you want?' Mindy said, spinning on her heels and staring at Sally, her eyes on fire.
'I… I just wanted to say that I'm no threat to you. You're obviously a great star,' Sally replied.
'Yeah, I'm a great star! That's right!' Mindy said, throwing her shoulders back and standing proud and erect, her haughty demeanor coming into play. 'And you! You're a worthless little cunt! A fucking amateur in the film business, you little whore! Just because Malcolm and Bertram like you doesn't mean that you'll make it big in the industry!'
'But I don't want anything to do with the industry!' Sally said. This time she was speaking the absolute, unadulterated truth. 'I didn't ask to do this! They made me do it!'
'What the fuck is your beef, cunt?' Mindy shouted, not waiting for an answer, 'You think you're too fucking good to star in a skin flick? Is that your problem? Why, you cunt! You're demeaning my profession, aren't you? You'll be sorry!'
'Okay, girls,' Bertram said. 'That's enough for now. Save it for the camera. Let's go.' He pushed Mindy out the door and followed. 'You Goddamned little wildcat,' he said as he slapped Mindy's bare ass.
This was not to be believed! Sally thought as she planted her feet on the floor and stood up. She tried to take a step, but she faltered immediately, falling down on the floor. Her limbs were still very weak from being restrained in the confining shackles. How in the world could the evil brunette bitch hate her so much? she wondered. It seemed like no matter what she said, Mindy Mandringer took it the wrong way. Of course, she really didn't want anything to do with the porno film business, but, still, it seemed as though Mindy Mandringer was a dangerous bitch with a serious chip on her naked shoulder.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'Okay, it's time to go back to work. We have a schedule to meet here,' Bertram Havermeyer said as he opened the door and walked inside.
Behind him were Malcolm and Mindy. Malcolm was dressed in a shining, black leather outfit, a law-cut leather shirt that showed his rippling biceps and powerful chest and a pair of tight, leather trousers that showed the bulge in his crotch.
Mindy wore an outfit that was just as bizarre. She was decked out in a red leather halter top which cupped her luscious tits, a matching miniskirt, dark black nylon stockings, and a pair of gleaming, black pumps with sharp stiletto heels.
'Okay, tie Sally to the whipping post!' Bertram directed.
'Wh-what?' Sally said in a startled voice. She was quaking with fear, stunned by the sight of the bizarre duo.
Before she had a chance to say more, Malcolm pulled her into the middle of the room and bound her wrists to a long steel pipe which stuck up out of the floorboards. He tightened leather straps about her wrists and left her feet free.
'What are you going to do to me?' Sally asked weakly, her voice a mere whimper.
'You're going to be whipped by Malcolm,' Bertram said calmly, matter-of-factly. He smiled widely as he spoke. Reaching down, he picked up the camera and hefted it to his shoulder, preparing to film the scene.
'B-but, I don't get it!' Sally said nervously. 'What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything to deserve a whipping!'
'Nobody said you did anything wrong, honey,' Mindy said maliciously. 'But this is part of the business – getting your ass whipped. If you aim to get ahead in the film industry, you have to accept a whipping now and then.'
'But I don't want anything to do with the film business!' Sally shouted. She couldn't believe that the evil Malcolm Reams was going to whip her. The leather straps which were fastened about her wrists were tight and bit into her tender flesh, sending a searing pain through her outstretched limbs. She recoiled in pain and agony as the straps dug cruelly into her wrists. Trying to pull away, she flinched, realizing that the more she struggled, the tighter her bonds became. 'Please! Don't do this to me! I don't deserve such terrible treatment! I didn't do anything wrong!' Sally was such a piteous sight, squirming about, every muscle in her naked body tensed and flexed. 'Please, I beg of you! Don't…'
Before she could complete the sentence, the whip whistled and cut through the air, slashing across her taut ass-cheeks which quivered and trembled with pain as the whip struck. Crack! the whip sounded as it slashed
