BZ-180 ###
Lesbian Pain Mistress
by Unknown


FOREWORD

The young girl was naked and bound.

She was on the table, her legs pulled so far apart that they seemed about to snap.

Her ripe young pussy was naked and very exposed, quivering and feminine.

Alice stood over the girl, her face hidden by the black leather mask, her eyes blazing with 
lust.

She had the child just where she wanted her, totally at her mercy.

Alice was a wicked lesbian mistress and she loved to ply her trade on young meat.

She brought the whip up into the air and cracked it.

The leather tip flew through the air and found its mark.

Right on the spread pussy!!

The girl screamed in pain. She looked up at her tormentor with pleading eyes.

“Please, I beg you, let me go, please let me go,” she asked, tears streaming from her eyes.

Alice did not even answer. She was too busy getting ready for her next little torture.

She got the spiked metal clamp and walked over to the vulnerable captive.

She pulled up the young and luscious nipple and brought the clamp down to it.

“Oh no, I beg, I plead, not that, anything but that, please, not that…”

But Alice listened to no one, she heeded only the needs of her pussy, of her dark and 
tormented soul.

As the naked and bound young girl watched with wide eyed terror, her body writhing on 
the table, Alice brought the clamp down and put the two ends at either side of the ripe young
tit…


CHAPTER ONE

The year is 1950. The place is a sad little sunbaked town in Texas called Endline.

It is the kind of town where hate seethes below the surface of everyday life.

Not very far below, so close to the top in fact that it often boils over.

And beware when it does, for tragedy is sure to be left in its wake.

Little Alice Reed was but three years old, a sweet and good natured child, beloved by all in 
the little town.

She had jet black hair and bright blue eyes and everyone predicted great things for little 
Alice.

She was talking at the age of one and she started to read and draw when she was barely 
two.

She was the pride of End line and she was cooed and cuddled by one and all.

And then her mother went out walking with a man who wasn’t her husband.

This was Texas, dirt Texas, and this was 1950, and a married woman just didn’t go out 
walking with another man.

Especially when that walk took them to the graveyard on the far side of town.

A graveyard that knew far more ghosts than just those of the souls buried there.

This graveyard knew ghosts of affairs, of perversions, of love and murder.

For this was the graveyard where the residents, the young and reckless residents of 
Endline went when they wanted to ‘be alone’.

And so when sad and doomed Jessie Reed walked back into her little bungalow home on 
that bitter evening, she was looking right down the barrel of a gun.

“Lift up that skirt and let me see the devil’s work,” Dick Reed, her forlorn and defeated 
husband screamed.

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Without a trade or a steady job, poor Dick had died inside, turned sour and mean.

 But now, for this moment, he had a cause, his wife had cheated, and he felt like a man for 
the first time in years.



“Why, Dick, whatever are you talking about?” Jessie asked lightly, trying not to betray the 
terror in her heart.

“You know just what I’m talking about, you no-good little hussy, the whole goddamn town
knows what I’m talking about, now .lift that skirt and let me see my woman’s womanhood, 
scarred by your evil deed,” Dick railed, feeling alive for the first time since his daughter’s birth.

“Why, Dick, have you been drinking, you are just talking about the most crazy line of 
chatter that I have ever heard out of a grown man’s mouth. Why don’t you and I drop Alice at 
Ma’s and come home and have us a little party?” Jessie said, never taking her eyes off the 
barrel of the shotgun.

“Don’t think you can sweet talk me, you little whore. Now pull up that skirt, I want to see 
that devil’s semen on my woman’s hips,” Dick fairly screamed, his eyes blazing, the veins in his 
neck sticking out.

“Oh, Dick, you know I wouldn’t go with another man, you know that you’re the man I 
love,” Jessie said quickly, seeing that her husband was not calming down at all.

“Horseshit!!! You have been out at the graveyard letting another man put his organ where 
you promised no organ but mine would ever go. You have broken our marriage vow and 
according to the laws of the State of Texas, I, as your husband, am entitled to revenge,” Dick 
said with a fierce flourish.

Little Alice was sitting and reading and she heard all the noise and went to investigate.

She dragged her little Raggedy Ann doll with her.

She was about that cutest sight that a body could ever hope to see.

“Hi, Mommy, Hi, Daddy,” she said, her eyes full of love and innocence.

“Go to your room, Alice,” Jessie said quickly, fearing for the child.

“No, Alice, you stay right where you are, I want you to know about your mother, I want 
you to learn that she’s a no-good whore and that’s she’s disgraced us both in front of the 
whole town,” Dick said.

“No, Dick, please, there’s no call to make her watch, she’s so young, this could cause her 
terrible horror when she grows up. This ain’t for a baby’s eyes,” Jessie pleaded.

She wanted to spare her daughter from all the pain that she had known.

“No, I( want her to stay and watch, I want her to learn early on what happens to a woman 
who goes looking outside her marriage,” Dick said.

Alice looked from one to the other, not liking the mean looks on their faces, not 
understanding their harsh words.

“Oh, Dick, honey, so I did take a little walk, I didn’t do nothing, I swear I didn’t,” Jessie said.

She thought she sensed that her husband was starting to calm down.

She thought that she would soon be able to make a move and get that gun from him.

She had seen her husband with a gun before and she knew that he was trigger happy.

“Don’t lie to me, you little bitch whore, or I’ll kill you,” he screamed.

“Oh, Dick, but you are a silly child, getting all excited about a little walk,” Jessie said in her 
sexiest voice.

She slowly reached down and untied her blouse. She pulled it down so that one luscious 
breast was exposed.

“Look here, honey, I got something for you, something real nice,” Jessie cooed.

She knew how much her husband loved her breasts and she wanted to get him in a sexual 
mood. And fast.

She knew that her husband would drop everything if he got horny enough.

“Put that thing away, I ain’t in no mood to be touching something that you see fit to hand 
out around town,” Dick hollered.

But he was looking at that hot tit and he had that man gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, Dicky, you are such a silly boy, you know that this belongs to you and you only.”

And Jessie started to caress her breast. She ran her fingers in circles around the nipple.

Then she took the nipple in her fingers and squeezed it softly.

Dick was starting to get very involved with that nipple. He loved her nipples.

“See, honey, this nipple just loves you, it just loves it when you kiss it.”

Alice watched in amazement. She had never seen her folks carrying on like this.

“Yes, honey, this here nipple just loves your hot tongue,” Jessie cooed.

And then she made her dreadful mistake, a mistake that would live on.

A mistake that would set off a chain reaction that is still causing terrible pain in 1981.

Jessie started to move towards her outraged husband. She wanted to get that gun out of 
his hand.

“See, Dicky, look how hard my nipple has gotten just thinking about your tongue,” she 
purred as she inched her way across the room.

“Don’t you come no closer, you cheap little harlot, you whore!!!”

“Oh, you silly child, why don’t you feel my nipple for yourself and see what you think,” 
Jessie coaxed.

She continued to inch across the floor, playing with her luscious female tit.

“You gave that tit to him, didn’t you!!!!????” Dick demanded.

He seemed to have gotten angry all over again, his chest was heaving and his eyes blazing.

“Oh, Dicky, you are such a silly creature, this tit loves you.”

“Tell me the truth, Jessie, I need to know the truth and settle this thing. Did you or did you 
not give him that tit and that nipple???”

“Well, if it will help settle this terrible furor, well, yes, honey, I did give it to him, but just for 
a little second, but he was so terrible that I ran away,” Jessie lied.

She had given him her tits and her pussy with total female sexual abandon.

“I thought so!! Well, if he had his mouth on that tit, I don’t want it no more. And since I 
owns that tit and I don’t want it no more, I’m going to destroy it,” Dick screamed.

He raised the shotgun and looked through the sight.

Jessie realized with a flash of blinding horror what he was going to do.

Her blood froze and her mind went into total and complete shock.

The only instinct that didn’t desert her was the motherly instinct.

“GET OUT OF HERE, ALICE!!” she screamed.

But it was too late, and the terrible history was begun on that day.

The bullet ripped through the air and hit its target.

The breast exploded in fury of muscle, blood and tissue.

Jessie screamed a scream that roused the neighbors and gave them chills.

Alice was hysterical, splattered with blood and her mother’s breast.

The sad little kitchen of the sad little house on that sun baked Texas eve was witness to a 
crime that is typically Texas.

Where a man owns his wife and the law is in his hands.

After that day Alice never trusted, or even liked another man.

She also came to hate her mother, who recovered but became twisted and sadistic and 
ugly.

When she was old enough to understand why her father did what he did, she vowed 
revenge for him.

Revenge on all womankind!!

 *





The year is 1981. The place is New York City, Manhattan, that pulsing island that sets the 
pace for the world.

Alice Reed is sitting in the back of a dim Broadway Theatre watching a parade of half 
talented young ladies audition for a part in a new musical.

Alice is in a bitch of a mood. It’s been one of those days from the word go.

She woke up feeling lousy and things have just gotten worse.

Alice is a hard working gal, a workaholic, in fact.

She always was that way, absorbing herself totally in whatever she did, as if she was afraid 
to slow down and look at herself.

She’s been that way ever since that terrible evening thirty years before.

She had known few quiet moments since and it was this manic need to keep busy that had
brought her to her present position as the most successful theatrical agent in New York City.

And that’s a mighty tough heap to rise to the top of, mighty tough.

Especially for a woman who is still under thirty five and not a New Yorker.

But Alice handled it all well, and was respected for work habits and her eye for talent.

She could look at a would-be actor or actress and know within seconds if they had what it 
takes.

What it takes is a modicum of talent (the more the better), combined with good looks, or 
interesting looks, and charm and drive.

It has to be stage charm, that charm does.

Many young entertainers are very charming in personal interview, but put them up on 
stage and they freeze up tight.

But today Alice was in no mood to size up talent, as she had been hired to do by the 
producer on this show.

Alice was in the mood to kick ass. Young and hot female ass.

Alice was a stoned dyke, she hated men and never allowed one in her apartment.

If her telephone needed repairing or her stove fixing, she would insist that the company 
send a woman.

If they didn’t have a woman to send, Alice, using her formidable strength, would call the 
head of the company and lay into them.

She always got a woman to make her repairs.

Alice was what New Yorkers call ‘a tough cookie’, meaning that she knew when to take the 
gloves off and fight hard and fast.

But on this particular day Alice was having her period and this always put her in a foul 
mood.

She thought that a period was a stoned rip-off.

She could understand it for straight gals, but for dykes it seemed like a total waste of time.

I mean, she sure as shit wasn’t planning to have any little ones, so why should her womb 
be subjected to the monthly curse.

She always got really testy during her period and her employees learned very quickly to 
tread very lightly on those days when Alice came to the office puffy faced and breathing fire.

She was further angered by the low level of the talent that was auditioning.

One thing that she hated was looking at a lot of no talent assholes strutting their stuff.

She didn’t mind so much if she was running the audition and could tell them to stop the 
noise and get lost.

But she was hired by a producer for her independent judgment her power was actually 
very little.

The director was in charge of the auditions and he was a wimpy fag who just couldn’t bear
to hurt the feelings of these turkeys, and so he let them finish their dull auditions.

Alice was puffing fiercely on a cigarette and cursing herself for taking the job.

But she was making two hundred a day and in New York, money don’t talk, it screams.

And so Alice took a few desultory notes and watched the pathetic parade.

She looked down at her Cartier watch and saw that it was almost 4.

Only another hour of this torture and I can go home and soak in the tub and work on my 
notes.

Alice made most of her money by sending actors to commercial auditions and taking ten 
percent of whatever they earned.

A job like this one was simply to pick up a little extra bread and earn brownie points with 
the producer.

Alice liked to find a youngster with talent and then guide his career.

And one of the best ways to get an unknown started was to land them in a Broadway 
show.

Therefore, it was to Alice’s advantage to get in tight with as many Broadway producers as 
possible.

She was also pissed on this day because the faggy director had vetoed one of her stable 
for a role in the show.

All in all, Alice was in a royal funk, and beware a New Yorker in a royal funk.

“Very nice, adorable, Miss Rogers, you are a kewpie doll,” the director cooed to an 
overweight ingenue had just finished butchering a Tennessee Williams monologue.

Alice couldn’t stand the little fairy and thought that he was one lousy director.

She closed her eyes as she saw him bounding up the aisle towards her.

“Alice, wasn’t she divine, wasn’t she heaven, wasn’t she priceless?” he gushed in that 
exaggerated New York theatre fag way.

“No, I can name you a price for her. 69 cents,” Alice spit out.

It was easy to see where she earned her reputation for not mincing words.

“Oh, Alice, you are such a harsh and heartless creature. I think she’s the best thing we’ve 
seen all day.”

“Which isn’t saying much,” Alice growled, grinding out her cigarette.

“Alice, please don’t be difficult, I want to get this casting out of the way and I’m going to 
recommend her to the producer,” the director said.

He was becoming very intense and urgent as New York theatre fags will when threatened.

“Well, I’m going to recommend her to the glue factory. Honestly, Jeffery, Roger Stevenson 
hired me to make casting notes, you have the power to hire and fire. But if you hire that 
turkey you’ll hurt the show and your career,” Alice said, laying it on the line.

It was easy to see why she was worth every penny to Roger Stevenson.

She had a keen eye and she called the shots as she saw them, no bullshit.

“Oh, Alice, you are such a pillar of strength. You’re probably right, I’ll reconsider,” Jeffrey 
oozed, in the contrite little boy way that New York theatre fags use to get off the hook.

“Wise move,” Alice spit back, giving him the credit.

Alice knew that she could be firm and honest, but that politics is madly important in the 
theatre.

She knew that once she had her way the politic thing to do was to give credit.

Jeffery swished back down the aisle to his seat in the front row.

Alice started the day sitting down front in the empty theatre, but Jeffery’s cologne had 
given her a royal headache and she had moved back to the solitude of the back row.

“Next, please, that will be Harriet Cumberland,” Jeffrey said in his high voice.

Alice barely looked up at the girl as she ground out her cigarette.

She had a habit of just smoking a few puffs and then putting them out.

This was an expensive habit since she ended up going through five packs a day.

And then her head jolted upward!

This Harriet Cumberland was a stoned beauty, and I do mean beauty.

She had piles of soft brunette hair and a figure like a goddess.

Alice immediately paid attention, and it wasn’t really because of the hot body.

That hot body was poured into a skin tight outfit that outlined the tits and slithered into 
the pussy crack.

As appealing as all these were to Alice, it was something else that make her snap to 
attention.

Alice had seen hundreds of pretty, even beautiful girls, come and go.

And she had learned the lesson that many film producers had wasted millions and many 
movies to learn.

That beauty alone just isn’t enough. Without at least some talent, you’re just another 
pretty face.

No, what caught Alice was that this Harriet Cumberland had something else.

She had that mysterious quality called presence.

It’s something that is very hard to define but quite easy to recognize.

It’s when a person walks on stage and just ‘takes it’, the stage that is.

You want to look at them, you have to look at them, you love looking at them.

You can have looks and talent and without presence you’re dead.

You can be ugly as sin and only half talented but if you have an exciting presence you can 
have a good career in the theatre.

Because you can hold and audience and get the message across.

And Alice could tell right away that this Harriet Cumberland had real presence.

She sat very still and waited for Harriet to begin her monologue.

The choice of monologue or ‘piece’ is very important in an audition.

If your piece doesn’t show you off you can be very talented and no one will ever know it.

If you do something that every actress does, the people watching will think that you have 
no imagination.

But, if you do something that is original they will listen because they have never heard it 
before.

And so Alice listened with great interest to see what this arresting young woman had 
chosen as her audition piece.

Harriet launched into it with enormous energy, another big plus.

Many respected theatre professionals think that energy is the most important thing that a 
performer can have.

No matter how bad you are if you have enough energy you at least won’t slow a show 
down.

Harriet Cumberland had many friends in the business, although she had only been in New 
York for ten months.

Like all wise budding professionals, she chose her friends well.

She was only interested in getting to know people who she thought had some chance to 
‘make it’.

She didn’t want to waste her valuable time getting chummy with a lot of losers.

And so she had befriended a talented playwright and asked him to write her an audition 
piece.

This way she had gotten a piece that was fresh and original and tailored just to her.

It was a hilarious little story of a woman sitting under the hair dryer in Los Angeles at an 
organic beauty salon.

It was a cutting take off on modem day America and it showed off Harriet to great 
advantage.

Alice knew right away that this girl had ‘it’. She looked down at her resume, for she had 
resumes for all the auditioners.

She determined that the girl wasn’t signed to any agent, for there wasn’t any agent on her 
resume.

Alice decided that whether or not this Harriet got this part, she would contact her and 
offer to represent her.

She had real star quality and Alice was sure that with proper management she would have 
a good career.

When Harriet was finished Jeffery jumped to his feet and practically orgasmed with 
enthusiasm, as New York theatre fags will.

“Oh, Miss Cumberland, you are so sensational, so wonderful, so exquisite, I haven’t seen 
timing that good since Bea Lillie, I adore you, I’m mad for you, I worship you, I want you, 
you’re a heavenly body, thank you, I’ll be in touch,” Jeffery gushed, embarrassing Alice.

Alice thought that such behavior was unprofessional, not to mention rude to the other 
auditioners.

“Thank you, Mr. Allen,” Harriet said with a big grin.

She knew that she was good, but she hadn’t wanted all this flag waving.

Not that she minded, she loved it in fact, had worked for years to achieve it.

Harriet walked off stage and Jeffery flew up the aisle to see Alice.

“Wasn’t she incredible, wasn’t she wild, wasn’t she marvelous, great, luscious.”

“She is very good, excellent, I’m recommending her for the part,” Alice said simply.

She had to fight down the urge to tell Jeffery how badly he stank from cologne.

“Good, Alice darling, you know I love you madly,” Jeffery said.

And then he dashed off down the aisle, fairly rippling with New York theatre fag 
excitement.

“Goddamn fairy mary jane,” Alice cursed, hoping that he would wrap it up.

“Listen, everyone, it’s been a long and productive day, let’s call it quits and all go get 
soused, you know I love you all madly, to death and all that yum-yum. See you all tomorrow, 
my heavenly creatures, my moons and suns,” Jeffery said, blowing kisses hither and yon.

The stage hands and assistants quickly scattered and Alice fled from the theatre before she
could be cornered by the director and subjected to his Paco Romano.

Looking at Harriet had made Alice horny.

Real horny.

And whenever she got horny, she got pissed. She wanted to punish out some pussy.

She hailed a cab and hopped in. She gave the driver the address of her office and lit a 
cigarette.

When she reached the office she sent her staff of four home half an hour early and she 
looked through her pile of resumes.

She finally found an actress who looked both pretty and stupid. That was important.

She also had a bad address, which meant that she was poor, also important.

Alice’s pussy was getting hotter as she dialed.

CHAPTER TWO

“Hello, is this June Smithers speaking?” Alice purred into the phone.

“Why, yes, yes, it is. Will you excuse me one second, I was just watching the Dating Game, 
let me turn it down,” June answered.

“Why, certainly, I’ll be right here,” Alice said.

Perfect, Alice thought, stupid and sweet and sexy. And broke.

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“Oh, here I am, back again. Yes, this is June Smithers, what can I do for you?”

“This is Alice Reed from Talent Inc., I’m looking at your resume,” Alice began, throwing out 
the bait.

“You’re Alice Reed, the Alice Reed!!!??? Oh, my gosh, oh my Lord and I don’t have my 
makeup on, oh, that’s right, we’re talking on the phone and you can’t see me. Oh, dear, here I 
am making a silly fool of myself the way I always do when I talk to someone important,” June 
gushed, taking the bait.

Alice smiled. This girl was perfect. What an asshole! No wonder she never worked.

“Listen, June, we’re looking for someone for a shoot tomorrow and I think you might be 
right. Could you come down to the office immediately?”

“Boy, oh boy, could I ever. I’ll be right there, where is the office?”

“We’re at 250 West 57th, June, and please try and look as sexy as possible. Do you have an
objection to playing a prostitute?”

“Oh, God, Miss Reed, none, oh just none at all, and of course I’ll try and look sexy.”

“Good. Listen, June, this film is being directed by a very famous director, he doesn’t want 
his name used yet, but he tells me that there is a little bit of kinky sex in the picture, simulated,
of course, would you object to that?”

“Would I object to kinky sex, why no, of course now. Listen, Miss Reed, I’ve been waiting 
for a break, any kind of break for so long, that I’ll do anything, and I mean anything to get a 
part, and to work with a big name director, oh God, this is exciting, I’ll be right over,” June 
gushed.

“Do hurry,” Alice said simply in her firmest voice.

She wanted to totally fluster the girl so that she arrived at loose ends.

She would be more easy to use that way. And Alice certainly planned to use her.

Alice opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a small mirror.

She reached into her leather purse and pulled out a little vial of white powder.

She tapped a small pile of the powder onto the mirror.

She pulled a single edged razor out of the desk and started to chop up the powder.

When it was finely chopped she shaped it into four thin lines.

She then tightly rolled up a hundred dollar bill and put one end to her nostril.

Displaying great lung power, she sucked the four lines up her nostrils.

She leaned back in her chair and felt the cocaine start to work its magic.

Her brain became clear and sharp and her body started to buzz.

She felt suffused with good will and confidence. She loved being alive.

She pulled out a key and unlocked a door that was directly behind her desk.

It led to a small room that was carpeted walls, floor and ceiling.

The carpet was a maroon color and very thick. The whole room felt sensual and lush.

But there was something very strange about this hidden room. There were chains and 
clamps and ropes and strange devices everywhere.

The room was so full of stuff that there was not much room left to move around.

Alice stood in the middle of the room and looked at all the strange devices.

She felt her pussy start to really heat up and she knew that she would be feeling much 
better very soon.

She knew that soon she would be doing what she loved best in life.

She knew that soon she would be torturing a naked and helpless young female.

Alice strode around the room, stroking the black leather, touching the clamps.

Just the feel, the texture of these instruments got her pussy hotter.

Her tits started to heat up also and she felt her nipples grow erect.

She was really going to enjoy ‘auditioning’ June Smithers for the part. But it wasn’t for a 
part in movie that she would be auditioning the young actress.

It was for a part in Alice Reed’s personal sexual hell.

Alice went back into her office and locked the door behind her.

Her staff often wondered what she kept in that locked room.

And Alice let them wonder. If one of them became bold enough to inquire, well, they 
quickly found themselves on the unemployment line.

Alice went over her notes from the day’s auditioning. She typed them up.

Then she called a messenger service and had them run over to the producer’s office.

She then put in a call to Harriet Cumberland’s answering service and left a message for the
actress to call her.

Alice Reed loved nothing more in life than getting things done.

She got a deep satisfaction out of taking care of things and being organized.

She got a little rush every time she finished a job, no matter how small.

She then went over her list and saw that there was nothing else that she could do today.

Oh, of course, there were scripts to read and letters to write, but there were no loose ends 
to tie up.

And so she went to her little glass and gilt bar table and poured herself a finger of vodka.

She had the finest Russian vodka and she smiled as it warmed her innards.

She felt the booze and the coke start to mingle in her bloodstream.

Alice loved to mix different combinations of drugs and booze and create new highs.

She did it all in moderation, however, careful not to overdo.

She hated it when she did do too much and was hungover the next day.

Much as she enjoyed getting off she enjoyed her work and position more.

Alice was like so many successful, tension filled New Yorkers.

She needed some release, some way to relieve the tension and so she turned to drugs and
booze.

New York is such a tense town to begin with, and having a powerful job makes it ten times
more tense, that there just has to be an outlet, a release valve.

With Alice it was sex and drugs. Preferably both at the same time.

Alice knew herself well and she knew that she could only relax when she was high.

When she was stone cold sober she fairly vibrated with tension and anxiety.

But when she was high she was able to take a deep breath and really relax.

For a little while things didn’t seem so crucial, so life and death.

And Alice needed that perception, that release if she was to keep her sanity.

Just then she heard the door to her outer office open.

“Hello, hello, I’m here, it’s June Smithers,” came the insecure voice.

“Come right in here, June,” Alice called out, her excitement rising.

The door swung open and the terrified actress entered.

0 Alice felt her cunt get a little bit hotter as she looked at the actress.

June Smithers was one hot number, with dark hair and huge tits and shapely legs.

Everything about her reeked lower middle class raw sexuality.

“Miss Reed?” she asked in a teeny tiny little insecure voice.

“That’s correct, and you’re June, I presume,” Alice said coldly.

Alice liked to keep the upper hand in all her dealings with ‘talent’.

She liked to keep them sweating and insecure, it gave her a sadistic thrill.

“Oh, yes, that’s right, I ant that, I mean I am June Smithers, I mean here I am because you 
called me on the phone,” June stammered.

It was obvious that the poor girl was going through hell.

Alice Reed was probably the most powerful person in show business that she had ever 
met.

“Alright, June, why don’t you sit down and tell me something about yourself,” Alice said.

The way Alice said it, one knew that it was an order and not a request.

“Oh, alright, sit down and tell you something about myself. Sure, love to. Where should I 
sit?” June asked.

“On the floor,” Alice shot back lighting a cigarette.

June sat on the floor like it was the most natural thing in the world.

God, this bitch is backward, Alice thought with satisfaction.

“Jesus Christ, June, I know that all actors are sheep, but did you really think that I was 
serious?”

“Why… ah… Miss Reed, you told me to sit on the floor, my teacher says that we should 
always do what they tell us at an audition,” June stammered.

She was beside herself with embarrassment and confusion.

Alice loved to do this sort of thing to people that she was interviewing.

It put them on the defensive and gave Alice a sadistic and very sexual pleasure.

It was the total power that she had that turned her on.

She loved the fact that she order an actress around like she was a slave.

There is nothing more pathetic than an actress trying to get a job.

“Well, your teacher is a total asshole and I’m beginning to think that you are too. Now get 
off that floor,” Alice growled.

June was up in half a beat. She looked around her as if waiting for direction.

“If you don’t want me to sit on the floor, where would you like me to sit?” June asked.

She looked like some pathetic puppy dog starved for love.

Alice hated her for being so weak and such a kiss ass.

“Sit on a goddamn chair, where did you think you would sit, on the ceiling?”

“Hahaha, that’s cute, Miss Reed, that really is,” June said with a totally false giggle.

“The hell it is cute, it’s, downright nasty, but that’s my business. Now, you’ve succeeded in 
wasting a great deal of my time with your idiocy. Tell me something about yourself.”

“Well, I’m from Columbus, Ohio, but I moved to New York three years ago because I was in
some community productions back home and I was very popular and everyone said that I 
should be on Broadway. So I moved here and I’ve been working at a lot of different jobs like 
salesgirl and demonstrator and waitress and masseuse and stuff. I like television and reading 
magazines and stuff, I mean those are my hobbies and I did a show last year at a church out in
Brooklyn, but that was the last thing I did. I know that I can be a big star, at least I think I can. I
have a cat named Bow-wow, isn’t that cute and I live in an efficiency apartment and I like 
yogurt and Sara Lee cakes and I almost got married once but he stood me up at City Hall. I 
still think I’m talented, I think, and if you give me a chance on this film, I know I can become a 
big star, maybe,” June said.

It was a truly pathetic recital and Alice almost vomited.

Had Alice been romantic or sympathetic she might have been touched by this litany of 
failure.

As it was she was only disgusted. She had heard it too often before.

She wished that someone would travel the country seeing college and community shows 
and tell the casts not to move to New York and try to become a star.

Someone should tell them to stay home and get married and have babies.

But at the same time that Alice was disgusted she was interested.

She was interested in the large and firm looking breasts.

She was interested in the pretty face and the shapely legs.

She was interested in the tight V at June’s crotch.

She was interested in the poor creature’s highly exploitable nature.

She was an easy mark if ever Alice had seen.

And Alice had seen plenty, had lured many, had used many for her twisted sexual 
pleasures.

“Alright, June, that’s all very interesting. Now, as I mentioned on the phone, I am involved 
in casting an important feature film and I think that you’re the right time for one of these 
parts,” Alice began.

“Oh, gee, Miss Reed, this is so exciting, I know I’m right for the part.”

“Why don’t you just shut up and listen, instead of making an asshole of yourself.”

“Oh, dear, was I making an asshole of myself, I’m sorry, I really am, dear me.”

June was such a turkey, the type that goes into toxic shock syndrome whenever she gets 
around someone important.

“Listen, June, why don’t you just keep your mouth shut while I explain things.”

“Okay, I’ll do that, Miss Reed, I’ll keep my mouth shut, oh dear, I was making an asshole of 
myself,” June said.

“Listen, June, you’ve got a good face and a good figure, let me give you a little advice.”

“Oh gee, Miss Reed, you give me advice, that would be great, that would be swell.”

“When you go out on a call, keep your big mouth shut,” Alice growled.

“Keep my mouth shut. Oh, okay, I will. Gee, you think I have a good face and figure?”

“Yes, I do. Now, as I was saying before you starting spouting off, I’m casting a big new film 
about today’s urban culture. The director is going to shine a harsh light on what he considers 
the symptoms of the demise of our civilization,” Alice began.

She was lying through her teeth, but she was no slouch as an actress herself.

“Oh, I agree, that’s why I love the Dating Game and The Newlywed Game, they’re so 
traditional in values,” June said.

She said it in tones that indicated she felt she being very intellectual.

“Shut the fuck up!!!” Alice screamed at the pretty little ninny.

“Oh, dear me, there I go again, opening my big fat mouth,” June said, stricken.

If Alice had really been considering this girl, she would have ordered her out of the office 
long ago.

“Listen, June, can I level with you?” Alice said, deciding to try a slightly different tact.

“Oh, yeah, sure, that would be swell, Miss Reed, go ahead, level away.”

June was flushed with excitement. Alice Reed was going to ‘level with her’.

“I’m having my period,” Alice began in measured tones.

“Oh, you poor dear, no wonder you’ve been such a witch, listen, if you’re short of tampons,
don’t worry, I always carry extra in case my girlfriends need them. These are those new Stay 
Free Maxi Pads, and I think they’re just marvelous. See, you don’t actually slide them up there, 
which can be such a drag, don’t you agree, I mean, Miss Reed, did you ever try to get one up 
there on a moving vehicle, such as a bus, for instance. See, once I was taking the bus to 
Newark to try out for a community theatre production of Hamlet done in flapper costumes, I 
didn’t get the part and I tried suicide when they told me, I really wanted to play Ophelia doing
the Charleston, see, I took Charleston lessons back in Columbus, anyway, I was on the bus and
I started to, you know, well, bleed, and so I went into the rest room, honestly, I don’t know 
why they call them rest rooms, I could never rest in one, anyway, there I was on my way to a 
very important audition, even if it was in a suburb of Newark, and even if they do perform in a 
basement, it was Shakespeare, I think. Shakespeare did write Hamlet, didn’t he, or was it 
Arthur Miller, I always get them mixed up. Anyway, there I was on my way to this very 
important audition, I mean I was wearing my best outfit that I found on sale at Mays, you 
know, down on 14th, oh, they have some adorable outfits, you ought to go there one day, I’ll 
go with you if you want. Anyway, I was wearing this real cute little suit type thing in lime green
with orange fringe and God knows I didn’t want it to get stained from my period and all, so I 
went into the rest room and I pulled down my panties, which were tom, I remember, and I was
so upset but then I realized that they wouldn’t see my panties, so it didn’t matter so much, but
anyway, I had the dickens of a time trying to get that tampon up my… my… you know what, 
what girls have but boys don’t, well, I guess boys have them but they look different, theirs 
stick out and have balls hanging down, hahahaha, I’m sorry, I always giggle when I talk about 
boys’... you know what. Well, anyway, I got upset something awful trying to get that damn 
tampon up there with the bus rocking every which way. So, damned if I didn’t just say the hell 
with it and just stuff a bunch of that scratchy type of tissue they have on buses up there in a 
big wad. It wasn’t very comfortable, and that’s probably why I didn’t get the part, I think I’d 
make a wonderful Ophelia, don’t you? That’s why, ever since, I always carry these new StayFree
Maxi Pads. See, all you do is peel off this strip and there’s sticky stuff underneath and you just 
stick them onto your panties and when the blood drips out, it catches it. Would you like to 
borrow one?”

Alice walked over and poured herself two more fingers of vodka.

She needed it after that. She downed it in a gulp and turned to June.

“Listen, June, as I was saying, I’m not in the world’s greatest mood. Now, I’m casting this 
film and we need a girl for the role of a hooker who gets picked up and tortured. The director 
has asked me to screen all the girls carefully and to make sure that they don’t freak out over 
what they’re going to have to do in the film. Are you willing to let me test you for the role?”

Alice got this out in one breath, before June could find a pause to interrupt in.

“Yes, I’ll say. I’ll do anything to get this role,” June gushed.

She was sure that her little womanly story had won Alice over.

She was sure that her offer to lend a StayFree Maxi Pad had made her a friend for life.

She was sure that for the first time in her pathetic careerette she had done good.

She was absolutely flushed with success, she was giddy with triumph.

“Good. The first thing that you have to do is take off all your clothes.”

“I have to take off all my clothes?” June asked with wide eyed.

“June, you must stop repeating everything that I say, it is making me very annoyed,” Alice 
said from between clenched teeth.

Even if she hadn’t been a pussy whipping sadist this moron would have turned her into 
one.

“Oh, dear me, I’m so sorry, Miss Reed, I hope I didn’t destroy the little ‘rapport’ that my 
story created.”

Her teacher had told it was important to establish a ‘rapport’.

“Your little story did not create any ‘rapport’. It created a ‘bore’. Now are you or are you 
not going to take off your clothes?”

“I have to if I want to get the role, don’t I?”

“Yes, June, you do, the role requires nudity,” Alice said with false calm.

“Oh, I wonder if I should call my mother back in Columbus and ask her.”

“No, I don’t think you should call your mother back in Columbus.”

“She always told me to call her if I was asked to take off my clothes by a man.”

“But I am a woman, June. That is why I was hired to do the auditioning for this part.”

“Oh, that makes sense. And I can’t call my mother, she’s dead,” June said, as if this fact was
terribly fascinating to the world at large.

“TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, JUNE. RIGHT NOW!!!!!!” Alice screamed.

If there was one thing that Alice really hated in this world, it was people that made her lose
her cool.

She was determined to really put this dumb bitch through the paces.

June was so shocked by Alice’s rabid outburst that she stood up and started to unbutton 
her blouse.

Alice took a deep breath and felt herself calming down.

She turned her attention to June and her undressing, sure that the woman would keep 
quiet.

June was amazed at how the other woman had screamed, she thought big shots never 
screamed.

She knew that she was going to blow this gig if she didn’t undress.

And she swore to herself that she wouldn’t say another word until the whole thing was 
over.

This was her big chance, the one she had prayed for, and she didn’t want to blow it.

Alice could see that she had really cowed June and she was glad.

She was afraid she was going to cut the sad actress’ tongue out if she didn’t shut up.

She watched as June unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip to the floor.

June looked at her blouse on the floor. She debated whether or not to pick it up.

She decided not to, she didn’t want to upset the big shot lady again.

June stood there with just a bra covering her large breasts.

And they were one hell of a pair of tits at that.

They were about a 38-D cup and they filled the tight black bra to overflowing.

Alice looked at those huge tits and she knew that she was going to enjoy herself this 
evening.

She knew that she was going to be able to relax and really work on those tits.

“Go ahead, June, take off the rest of your clothes,” Alice said.

She could tell that June was frozen with fear and nervousness and she wanted to hurry her
along.

“Oh, alright, I was…” June began.

“DO NOT SPEAK!!!!!” Alice yelled. She couldn’t stand the sound of that voice.

“Sorr…”

“Shut the fuck up and undress,” Alice shot back with a sneer.

June was thinking how unusual and colorful successful people were.

She wondered if Robert Redford and Bob Eubanks were like this.

She decided that they probably were. After all, being the host of the Dating Game was a 
very important position.

June unzipped her skirt and let it fall, stepping out of it.

She was wearing a tight slip but the V of her pussy was clearly outlined.

Alice was watching her with a strange fascination. She was thinking of that long ago day in
Endline, Texas.

She was thinking how much she hated June/Mom. How much June/Mom deserved to 
suffer.

She knew that it was her duty to punish June/Mom for what she did to Dad.

Alice knew that one of her reasons for being alive was to avenge Dad.

She knew that June/Mom had to suffer the same deep pain that Dad suffered.

Alice knew that no matter how much pain June/Mom felt, Dad’s pain was worse.

Because Dad’s pain was pain of the heart, June/Mom’s pain was only physical pain.

And Alice knew that heart pain was the worst pain of all.

She sat there, tingling with sexual expectation as she watched June/Mom slowly undress.

She would make her pay for what she did, for going to the graveyard with a man!

The actress slipped out of her slip and stood there in nothing but her bra, panties and high
heels.

She was one hot sight, with those huge tits, those shapely legs and that hot V crotch.

Alice could feel her pussy starting to heat up and her tits becoming sensitive.

“Alright, June, take off your panties and your bra,” Alice said.

Her voice had a strange, eerie quality to it, spooky.

June was starting to wonder what was happening, Miss Reed seemed to be so far away.

She wondered if she should say something, but she decided not to.

She wanted the part so badly that she decided to just go through with it.

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then she slipped out of it.

Now the sexy actress stood bare boobed in front of the hot Alice.

She had an incredible pair of knockers on her, really gorgeous.

They stuck straight out from her chest, without a hint of sag.

But even more sexy, more feminine than that was their exquisite color and texture.

They were milky white and as smooth as a baby’s ass, clear and glowing.

Each one of these twin glories was capped with a pert nipple set in a round and rosy 
rosetta.

Alice looked at those tits with a real female sexual hunger.

“You have very nice breasts, June, so far you are very qualified for the role.”

“Why, thank y…”

“Please do not respond to my comments, as you can see I am taking notes and your voice 
interferes with my concentration,” Alice snapped.

She looked at those gorgeous tits some more, her own nipples springing erect.

She wished to hell that June would get those panties off, she wanted to see that pussy.

“Listen, June, since you’re obviously quite nervous, why don’t you help yourself to a drink,”
Alice said.

“Oh, that’s real…”

“Please, don’t talk, just walk slowly over to the bar and pour yourself a drink. This way I can
see how you move.”

Alice wanted to get a good look at that luscious ass. She wanted to get worked up.

She watched as June turned and walked to the bar, her hips swinging.

She noticed how firm and full that ass looked under the panties.

She watched as June poured herself a glass of whiskey and gulped it down.

Alice wanted to get June a little high, a little relaxed.

The girl was just too nervous, too high strung, to be used properly.

She wanted her to be loose and willing when she took her into the secret room.

“Pour yourself as much as you want and then take off your panties,” Alice said.

She let one of her hands fall to her lap and she squeezed her own pussy gently.

She was starting to get really hot from ordering this beauty around.

She loved the feeling of power, of domination that it gave her.

June poured herself another large glass of whiskey and gulped that down.

When she turned back to face Alice, her step was a little bit wobbly.

Alice smiled when she saw this, she was getting June just where she wanted her.

“Now take off your panties, June, and relax and just feel good.”

Alice tried to make her voice sound soothing and restful.

June looked at Alice with glazed over eyes, she was starting to relax.

She was starting to enjoy herself, to enjoy the little scene they were playing.

She imagined herself a big movie star being filmed.

She imagined that she was making a movie and this was one of the scenes.

She was going to share her body with the world for the first time.

All the men that longed for her and loved her from afar would finally see the object of 
their desire.

Her nude, quivering, lush, smooth, milky, gorgeous female flesh.

She giggled slightly, not wanting to anger Alice. Her little fantasy was becoming real.

She started to hook her thumbs into her panties and started to pull them over her hips.

She pushed them down ever so slowly, wanting to tease the millions that watched.

When the top of her brunette bush came into view she stopped for a moment.

She didn’t want all those poor lusty men to have heart attacks.

She wanted to share her treasures with them slowly, sensually.

She pushed the panties lower, lower, lower and then off, down to her ankles.

She picked them up and kissed them and tossed them off into the air.

They were all looking at her, wanting her, needing her. She was famous.

Alice looked at the naked and rather drunk young woman who stood in front of her.

She was now wearing nothing but high heels which added to her sexiness.

Her pussy was a real female beauty. It was covered in a soft brown bush.

The pussy mound was large and curved in a most delightful way.

The pussy crack was just visible under the bush and Alice longed for a better look at it.

“Alright, June, that’s very good. Now, I want you to walk around the room and do 
whatever you feel like doing,” Alice said in her most hypnotic voice.

June loved the way that voice sounded. It fit in with her fantasy that she was on screen and
millions of men were watching.

She turned and walked over to the bar and poured herself some more whiskey.

Alice looked at that beautiful milky white feminine ass and those long legs.

She looked at those huge and firm and glowing tits.

She looked at that gorgeous pussy and she felt her own heat up.

She hated June/Mom for being so beautiful, for flaunting her pussy and her tits.

For doing what she did to Dad, and disgracing him the way she did.

“Alright, June, follow me, we’re going into another room to really test out for the film. 
Come on, Mom, come with me to my secret room,” Alice said in an eerie tone.

June was so smashed by now that she didn’t even notice that she was being called Mom.

Alice unlocked the door and swung it open. Her chamber of horrors beckoned.

“Come on, Mom, come right in here, right through this door.”

June, naked, high heeled, drunk and fantasizing, walked into the room.

Alice locked the door behind them and turned to her captive.

“Alright, Mom, I’m going to make you pay for what you did to Dad.”

CHAPTER THREE

June looked around her with a dazed look on her face.

She wasn’t at all sure what was happening to her. Her head was swimming and she was 
quite nervous.

“Now, June, I want you to remember that if you get cast in this film it could be the break 
that could lead to super stardom,” Alice said in a voice that was growing thick with lust.

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“Oh, yeah, that’s right, I’m trying out for a film, aren’t I? Isn’t that amazing, after all these 
years I’m finally trying out for a film, life can be so beautiful that way. You know my greatest 
dream, aside from being on the Dating Game, which I couldn’t be because they film it out in 
L.A. that’s short for Los Angeles, you know, but I guess you knew that, being in the business 
and all, well my greatest dream aside from that is to be a super star because I really do think 
that I have what it takes, you know IT, don’t you think I have IT. Remember they used to call 
Clara Bow the IT girl, well, hahaha, whenever I think of Clara Bow I think of two things, the first
is Clara Bow-Tie, get it?, hahaha, and the second is Clara Belle, get it?, hahaha, anyway, where 
was I? Oh, yes, IT, well I really think I have IT and you know why I think that I have IT, well, I’ll 
tell you why I think I have IT, I think I have IT because I can recite the ten commandments by 
heart, well almost anyway. Want to hear me, I think the ten commandments are so beautiful, 
don’t you? They’re something very spiritual about them, you know, like riding on the subway 
at four in the morning and you’re the only one on it except for some old black bum who 
smokes a cigarette and then throws up, you know the feeling you get at times like that, the 
feeling that all is right in the world and God is in his heaven and all that. Am I being too deep, 
I’m sorry, I always get this way when I’ve had a few drinks. My therapist tells me that I should 
never drink, but life isn’t easy, is it? That’s why I drink. See, my therapist belongs to this group 
called IEE, Immediate Emotional Energy. They stopped me on the street one day and took me 
up to their office, they’re such wonderful people, well they gave me a test and told me that I 
was an emotional wreck, you know, a few months from suicide and all that stuff, well they said
that they would give me the services of a therapist if I would give them one quarter of all my 
earnings and, well, I agreed because they made me feel loved, sort of like a family, you know, 
and I never did have too much of a family, God, life is sad, anyway my therapist is called 
Moonlight and she’s very beautiful, inside, I mean, her heart is beautiful, and she lets me talk 
to her for an hour every week, well sometimes she leaves the room and comes back at the end
of the hour, but she tells me to keep talking and I do, because she says that she can hear me 
spiritually, isn’t that beautiful? So, I talk about all my problems, and one day I came to the 
session drunk and Moonlight went away, she always does if you want to know the truth, and, 
well, this is sort of embarrassing, but well, I upchucked, if you get what I mean and when 
Moonlight came back at the end of the hour she was very upset, she slapped me a few times 
and told me I was a sleaze ball and that I shouldn’t drink, and well, that’s why when I say that 
my therapist told me not to drink, well, I mean it very sincerely. I think it’s so important to 
have a therapist in these hard times, don’t you. So, there I was, very embarrassed…”

“Shut the fuck up, June, before I chop your tits off,” Alice said in a low voice that burned 
with intensity.

During this deranged monologue Alice had stripped off her own clothes.

But she was not naked, oh no, she was most certainly not naked.

In place of her New York-working-woman outfit she had put on a leather sadist outfit.

It consisted of knee high black leather boots which showed off her hot legs.

She also had on a black leather gee string which covered her large pussy mound.

She had a strange harness around her tits, which lifted them and made them stick out.

She also had on elbow length black rubber gloves which were tight and shiny.

And then, the coup de grace, she had pulled a black rubber mask on over her head.

It made her look incredibly frightening, with its eye’ holes and mouth slit.

Alice now looked like one goddamn hot leather and rubber mistress.

Just putting on the outfit caused her pussy to heat up something fierce.

She thought that this June was a real asshole, but an asshole with a hot female body.

She wanted to really put the stupid bitch through some hot paces.

She wanted to show the stupid bitch what it meant to be a slave to a mistress.

She wanted to use and abuse the stupid bitch and subject her pussy to some heavy 
torture.

She wanted to work off all her tension and aggression on the hot bitch.

She wanted to show the little stupid girl what a real woman was.

She wanted to see the stupid bitch writhe with pain, with agony.

She wanted to wipe the stupid grin off June’s face and replace it with a look of pain and 
fear.

Alice was a total dominating sadist. She was a heavy duty sadist, the real thing.

She wasn’t interested in a lot of little game playing, a lot of hinted at S&M.

She was the real thing and she was interested in real pain, in real torture.

There are a lot of people running around who claim to be into S&M.

They wear the costumes and they pose a lot and they play a lot of little S&M games.

But when the chips are down they turn out to be just that, games, not the real thing.

Well, Alice Reed was into the real thing, she was into actually causing pain.

Nothing made Alice’s pussy hotter than making another woman suffer.

Nothing made her pussy hotter or her tits hotter or her soul hotter than real get-down 
S&M.

She wanted, deep down in her soul, to revenge her father for what her mother did.

But even deeper than that she wanted to revenge herself for being alive.

Many people say that the only real luck is never being born.

Well, sad as it may sound, it is certainly true for many sad and twisted folks.

To the casual observer it would seem that Alice Reed had ‘made it’, that she was living the 
American Dream.

She had an excellent and exciting job, she was her own boss, she had lots of money and 
she had a beautiful apartment.

She was able to travel at whim and buy the finest clothes.

And yet her heart was as black as the finest coal. She seethed with bitterness and 
unhappiness.

She had a grudge against the entire human race and she was determined to wreck 
revenge upon it.

She wanted to make the whole world pay for her unhappiness.

She wanted to make the whole world pay for what had happened to her mother, to her 
father, to herself.

When her heart and her mind and her life exploded in that kitchen on that burning Texas 
afternoon, Alice swore that she would share the blackness of her soul with others.

Whether they liked it or not. And poor June was available when she had decided to do a 
little sharing.

“What did you say, something about chopping my tits off. Goodness, what sort of a movie 
is this?” June asked with wide eyes.

June was looking around the room for the first time and her eyes were growing wider by 
the second.

She looked at the different devices and machines and she wondered what on earth they 
were for.

It seemed awfully strange that these terrible things would be used for a movie.

They seemed so real, she thought that in movies they sort of faked all this stuff.

Then she turned and looked at Alice in her incredible leather and rubber outfit.

“Oh, my goodness, Miss Reed, what are you wearing?” Alice asked.

“Oh, this little number, it’s just something I threw on,” Alice said coldly.

“But it’s so strange, so weird, it’s so crazy, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Oh, it’s just a little something that I wear for the audition, I think it’s a total bore but the 
director insisted, he says it gives the actresses a better chance to experience the reality of the 
scene, you see. He says that if I was to audition you wearing my regular clothes it wouldn’t be 
fair to you,” Alice lied through her teeth.

“Oh, I see, gee, that’s awfully nice of you to go to all that trouble for me,” June said 
drunkenly.

“Alright, June, I’m going to start to audition you now. The first thing that I’m going to put 
you through is a little tit torture,” Alice said quietly.

“A little tit torture?” June asked, not sure that she had heard right.

“That’s right, a little tit torture. You have to remember that this is going to be the first film 
of its kind, and if you get the role the chances are that you will become one of the biggest 
stars in the world. But the director is insisting on total authenticity. He wants to find an actress
who can actually live these scenes.

Do you want to become one of the biggest stars in the world, June?” Alice said slyly.

“Oh, yes, I sure do, wouldn’t that be beautiful, can’t you just see me on the Mike Douglas 
Show and the Merv Griffin Show, gee, that would be so beautiful.”

The poor creature’s main frame of reference was daytime television.

“Yes, that would be beautiful, that’s why when I audition you I have to actually subject you 
to certain tortures. First I’m going to bind you legs and arms and then I’m going to subject 
you to the tit torture,” Alice explained.

She knew how great the lure of stardom was, she knew that girls would do anything in the 
name of stardom.

She had put more than one sad aspiring actress through this.

She knew that stardom was a very powerful lure and would make any actress grovel.

“Oh, alright, Miss Reed, I’ll do whatever it takes to get this part. Gee, what will I say to Merv
and Mike,” June pondered.

Alice led June over to a table that was covered with black rubber.

She spread her out on the table and then she tied black leather around her ankles.

She then secured the ankles to rope that was hanging down from the ceiling.

Then Alice tugged on the ropes and watched as June’s legs flew up into the air.

They were spread and the inside of her pussy was now exposed to Alice.

It was one hot pussy too. It was rosy and moist and glistening.

The pussy flesh was hot and female and very vulnerable.

It was the very heart of her womanhood and it was totally at the mercy of Alice.

Alice knew that she could do whatever she wanted to this girl and the thought made her 
pussy steam.

She looked at that exposed pussy and she thought of all the fun that she was going to 
have.

She had to fight down an urge to slam her fist in that cunt a few times.

She didn’t want to get ahead of herself, she wanted to take it nice and slow.

She moved to the other end of the table and did the same thing to June’s arms.

Now the sad but luscious actress was on the table with her arms and legs secured.

She was totally helpless, totally at the mercy of Alice and her sadistic whims.

She looked up at Alice and she smiled. She was sure that she was in good hands.

Little did she know what was in store for her exposed and vulnerable female body.

“Alright, you little bitch, I’m going to pierce your tits now,” Alice said coldly.

“Should I start to be in character yet?” June asked, ever the pathetic actress.

“That’s right, you should be in character,” Alice said quickly.

“Well, don’t you want to tell me a little bit about the character so that I can get into it?”

Alice could tell that June had been to acting school, the quickest way to ruin natural talent.

At acting school they taught you act with your head, not with your gut.

“Alright, June, your character is an ex-Miss America who has been kidnapped by a group 
of terrorists,” Alice said in one breath.

She wanted to get this acting school bullshit out of the way and fast.

“What sort of terrorist?” June asked with wide eyes.

“Oh, Christ, June, I don’t know what kind of terrorists,” Alice spit back.

“But, Miss Reed, I really don’t think that I can play this scene if I don’t know what kind of 
terrorists have captured me. See, it’s really very important to my inner motivation. See, if 
they’re Arab terrorists I would be very upset because I support Israel and also because they 
were foreigners. But if they were black American terrorists I would be less upset because they 
would speak English and they would be Americans and I like black people. On the other hand 
if they were black Africans. Then..

“Let’s just say that they’re black Arabs,” Alice shot back.

If she was really casting she would have thrown this turkey out of her office long ago.

“Black Arabs? I didn’t know that there were black Arabs,” June said with dippy sincerity.

“Well, just use your imagination,” Alice said, her patience wearing thin. “Oh, Miss Reed, I’m 
so glad that you said that, all my acting teachers say that I have a great imagination, they say 
that I really know how to use my imagination. Alright, I’ll just imagine that they’re black Arabs.
But who are you then?” June asked.

“I’m they’re white ringleader,” Alice said, wanting to shut the bitch up.

“Oh, so they’re black Arabs with a white ringleader,” June said proudly.

“That is absolutely correct,” Alice said with growing anger.

“I didn’t know there was such a group.”

“For fuck sakes, June, this is only a goddamn movie,” Alice spit back.

“Oh, that’s right, you’re right, silly me, this is only a movie, I’m so silly sometimes, I really 
really am. This reminds me of the time that I auditioned for the bus and truck company of the 
all white version of Porgy and Bess. I didn’t get the part, of course, they said that I was too 
dark skinned, but anyway, we were all told to line up and sing Happy Birthday as if we had a 
terrible toothache. Well, I stopped the whole audition because I simply told the director that I 
had to know where in the mouth the toothache was located, I mean a toothache in the back 
of the mouth is certainly going to have a very different effect from a toothache in the front of 
the mouth, don’t you agree, of course, I have very good teeth, did you notice, it’s because I 
floss every day, I think proper dental hygiene is so…”

“Shut up, June, you’re giving me a roaring headache.”

“Oh, am I? I’m sorry, if you look in my purse you’ll find some Tylenol,” June offered.

“No, June, I don’t want a Tylenol, I only want to get on with this audition. Now I’m going to
put this metal clamp through your rosetta right below your nipple.”

“Oh, alright, go ahead, anything for my art, you know my last acting teacher, no actually it 
was my second to last…”

Alice pulled a metal clamp attached to a wire down from the ceiling.

She brought it down to the tit and got ready to run it through the rosetta.

“... or maybe it was my third to last, I’ve had so many, I believe that variety is the spice of 
life, anyway, ‘he told me that I had star AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

June looked down at her breast in horror. She felt a terrible pain pulsing through her.

Alice had neatly run the clamp through the female flesh and out the other side.

She had closed the clamp and now she had the tit just where she wanted it.

June was, thankfully, speechless with pain.

The poor little actress looked at Alice with unbelieving eyes.

She hadn’t been expecting this at all, not at all, this was incredible.

“I know that hurts a little bit, June, but just remember the stardom that beckons.”

Alice loved the fact that she had shut the bitch up, that she was now quiet.

She looked at the speared tit and her cunt grew hotter.

It was such a beautiful tit, so huge and smooth and feminine.

And the clamp through it made it look all the hotter.

Alice reached down to her own cunt and rubbed it a few times, feeling it heat up.

She loved being dressed in leather and rubber and putting a hot actress through the 
paces.

She loved having the stupid bitch totally at her mercy.

She brought down another clamp from the ceiling and got ready to repeat the operation 
on the other tit.

June tried to talk but the pain was too great, she just closed her eyes and clenched her 
teeth.

Her brain was reeling from what was happening to her.

“Now, June, just remember the night that you won the Miss America pageant, think how 
excited you were,” Alice said.

She was going to give the hot bitch a little of her own ‘acting school’ medicine.

She actually saw the pathetic actress’ face try to come to grips with this direction.

Alice brought the other clamp into place right beneath the other nipple.

“Ah… ah… ah… no. please… no… it hurts,” June moaned.

“Of course it hurts, this is art, this is the real thing, we’re not kidding around here, the 
director wants total authenticity.”

Alice saw June think about this and then accept it and calm down a little.

“Remember that he is one of the most famous film directors in the world, he will make you
a star,” Alice said with an evil smile.

She reached up and rubbed her own tits and felt the nipples harden.

“Me star… make me star… oh, nice, me star… make me star…” June moaned.

And a strange little smile crossed her pretty face.

Alice then slid the sharp metal clamp into the tender flesh and watched as June writhed in 
pain.

Alice felt her cunt getting hotter be the second as she watched the suffering.

Then she grabbed the other end of the, wire that was attached to the clamps and she 
pulled.

She put tension on the clamps and caused the tits to be pulled upward.

June’s face was mask of suffering as she watched her tits get pulled upwards.

Alice kept pulling until the tits were horribly distended.

Things were starting to get really hot, really heavy in that secret room.

Those tits looked mighty hot all clamped and pulled.

Alice could feel herself working into a full fledged sexual frenzy.

She loved to inflict pain and suffering on other women.

She loved to make them pay for what her Mom did to her Dad.

She liked to keep the chain of suffering long and sturdy.

She loved to pass on her pain and make others suffer.

She loved to get dressed in leather and rubber and make a pussy suffer.

She loved to torture a ripe pussy and ripe tits.

She loved to a be a true sadistic dominatrix.

And she was doing it now with this naked and bound and totally vulnerable actress.

She looked down at June, with her breasts clamped and pulled towards the ceiling.

She could imagine few hotter sights in all the world than a bound and suffering woman.

She looked at June’s beautiful cunt, all spread and exposed and open to her assaults.

She had just begun to play with the young woman’s flesh.

She had just begun to act out her frightening fantasies on the female flesh.

“Just remember that this is going to make you a star,” Alice said softly.

June just whimpered like a scolded puppy dog. Her brain was reeling and her body was 
throbbing with pain.

But there was one thought that was keeping her going, keeping her hopes alive.

That thought was what she was going to say on the Merv and Mike shows.

CHAPTER FOUR

“Alright, June, you’re doing very well so far. I’m afraid that I have to tell you that little test 
is one of the milder ones that the director insists we put all potential stars through. The next 
one is a little bit rougher. Do you think that you’re ready for it?” Alice asked.

It really didn’t matter if she was ready for it or not, she was going to get it.

“Miss Reed, I feel a whole lot of pain in my breasts where you put those clamps in. This is 
by far the craziest audition that I have ever been put through, it’s even wilder than the one 
where I was auditioning for a play about wine making and I had to jump into a vat of jello and
get stomped on. But, see, well these things in my breasts, well, they really hurt a whole lot, I 
mean do you think that this will really help me get the part?” June asked in a voice that was 
choked with pain.

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“Oh, yes, June, I know it will. You know, you’re not the first girl that’s had to go through 
this,” Alice said.

She wanted to talk to June like this because she didn’t want her to become hysterical.

She had had actresses become hysterical on her before and it was very messy.

On two occasions Alice Reed had been forced to kill actresses who had freaked out during 
these little sessions.

And murder was very messy indeed.

Alice thought of this briefly as she looked down at June, all bound and clamped.

She remembered the terrible trouble of disposing of the bodies.

She remembered the terrible fear that followed the murders.

And yet she had managed to escape all suspicion both times.

But Alice knew that her luck couldn’t last forever. She knew that if she killed another girl 
her number would come up.

She knew that these terrible sexual perversions that she practiced were no game.

She knew that it was fine to have bizarre sexual fantasies, but that it was not alright to act 
out these fantasies.

But she couldn’t help herself, the need burned so deeply that she could not resist it.

She felt that she had avenge her Mom and Dad. She felt that this was her mission in life.

Alice knew that the best way to keep from committing another murder was to keep the 
girls from getting hysterical.

Because when they became hysterical things got out of control.

And when things got out of control Alice got crazy, real low down sick crazy and she felt 
the need to snuff out the offending life.

She remembered the first murder, when she had taken the body out in the middle of the 
night.

She had driven out to Jones Beach and dumped it in the tide.

The papers had called it a brutal sex mutilation murder but they had been totally without 
clues.

They had never paid a visit to Alice Reed.

That murder was still unsolved. And then there had been the second one.

The pretty little blond girl who was just off the bus, totally unconnected in the city.

Alice had also moved her body out in the middle of the night. But this poor victim had 
ended up in the New Jersey meadowlands, that great swampy area that stretched westward 
from the Hudson bluffs.

Alice was no fool, she knew that by dumping the bodies in separate states the police 
would probably never tie the two murders together.

And they never did.

In the Jersey case again it was called a brutal sex mutilation murder.

And again the police said that they had no leads, no clues.

Luckily for Alice the two murders were three years apart, the first one all but forgotten.

But she didn’t want to push her luck, and besides, she didn’t really like killing.

It was the torture and the pain that turned her on sexually, that gave her thrills.

She looked at poor pathetic little June, all tied and with her tits pulled towards the ceiling.

She knew that she had this girl just where she wanted her.

She knew that she had her believing in the lie about the movie, about stardom.

And she was determined to go all the way with this girl, to really torture her.

But she decided to give her some drugs to calm her down a little, keep her cool.

She could see the potential for hysteria in the girl’s personality.

She went over to a little cabinet and pulled out a large hypodermic needle.

“Alright, June, I’m just going to give you a little shot to relax you,” Alice said.

“Oh, but I’m very relaxed already, after all. I’m an actress,” June said.

“Yes, dear, I know you are. But I still have to put you through some very painful exercises 
and this will make it easier for you to take the pain,” Alice explained.

“Oh, thank you, Miss Reed, that’s really very nice of you,” June murmured.

“You’re welcome, and I’m really sorry that I have to do all this to you, but it’s the only 
chance that you have of getting the role,” Alice said.

“Oh, I understand and I think you’re wonderful for giving me the chance.”

“Don’t mention it,” Alice said with that eerie and evil grin of hers.

She put the tip of the needle against the smooth skin of June’s upper arm.

She deftly slipped the needle into the skin and injected the clear fluid.

June’s face suddenly went very glassy. A smile curled over her lips and her body went limp.

“There now, June, doesn’t that feel nice?” Alice asked.

It seemed to June that Alice’s voice was coming from a thousand miles away.

“Oh, yes, that feels very nice, so nice, so beautiful,” June moaned.

She was now ready for anything, she was putty in Alice’s expert hands.

Alice quickly untied her wrists and ankles and lowered June off of the table.

She let her rubber gloved hands roam all over the girl’s luscious body.

She squeezed the full and clamp-pierced tits, she rubbed the hot pussy.

She was really working on that hot and quite drugged body.

She was using it as her personal plaything, as her little toy.

Alice laid the girl down on the floor of the secret chamber.

She released the wires that held the tit clamps from the ceiling.

She had lots more sadistic fun in store for the drugged beauty.

Alice brought a large piece of wood over to where June was on the floor.

She placed the wood .on the stoned girl’s belly and she looked down at her.

She looked hot as all hell with the clamps through her nipples and the rough wood on her 
belly.

“You must remember, June, that I’m doing this only to help you achieve stardom.”

“Oh, I know that, Miss Teed or is it Weed or is it Need or is it Bleed, hahaha, I’m sorry, but I 
think that drug you gave me really hit me pretty hard, I feel so stoned, so high, I feel like I’m 
floating, I feel so great, so wonderful, this reminds me of the time at the State Fair when I was 
five when I was on the whirly jig and the whole place was spinning and I was screaming with 
happiness and I was eating a candy apple later and everything was so beautiful, why can’t 
everything be this beautiful all the time, why can’t life be this beautiful all the time. I like it, I 
like sitting here naked on the floor with those funny things in my breasts, they used to hurt 
but they don’t hurt anymore, they only tickle, and I love having this big old log on my belly, 
it’s a lot of fun, it really really is, life is a lot of fun when you come to think of it, isn’t it? Gee, I 
really love being here in this room with all these crazy things, am I dreaming or is this really 
happening?” June said in a very stoned voice.

Her eyes kept rolling up into her head and she had that strange smile on her face.

She was one gone little bitch, there’s no doubt about that one.

She was so stoned that she ready to be used by the sadistic bitch. And love it.

Alice got a thick metal cuff and put it around her head so that it covered her mouth.

The cuff had a ring in the front and Alice ran some wire through the ring.

Then Alice ran the wire down through the tit clamps and then through a ring on the piece 
of wood on the slave’s belly.

And then Alice got ready for the really hot part of this little act.

She took a clamp that was attached to a little metal bar and she got ready to push the 
clamp through June’s pussy.

“Now, June, I’m going to put a little something through your pussy. This might hurt a little 
bit but I just want you to remember that it’s for your art,” Alice said.

She looked at that luscious spread pussy and she though how hot it would look clamped.

She loved the way that cunt looked. It was moist and fresh and rosy looking.

It was the heart of June’s womanhood and it was glowing with female sexuality.

Alice loved to take a ripe piece of female sexuality and torture it.

She loved to play with tits and with pussy and make them suffer.

She loved to totally dominate a stoned woman and make her sexual parts feel pain.

Alice got a deep sexual charge from making another woman suffer.

She didn’t know if she was a dyke or just a total sick pervert.

And she didn’t care. All she knew was that it felt good, that it was hot.

She brought the pussy clamp down to the hot female meat and she got ready.

“Alright, Mom, here it comes, this is revenge for what you did to Dad,” Alice said in that 
eerie voice.

“Wh… wha… what?” June asked, barely able to get the words out.

“I said that I’m going to make you feel good, make you feel wonderful,” Alice answered.

“Oh, thank you, thank you so much, you’re a nice lady, you’re a very nice lady,” June 
moaned.

She was so far gone that she didn’t know what was happening to her.

All she knew was that if she went through with this she would be on the Merv Griffin Show.

And for that holy goal she was willing to sacrifice much.

And maybe, just maybe, her stoned brain reasoned, she could be on the Dating Game too.

She pushed that thought from her stoned brain. She didn’t want to get her hopes too 
high.

Alice reached down and felt the upper pussy lips and damn did they feel hot.

But then she noticed that June had a really full pubic bush.

Alice hated a bushy bush, it always got in the way of her fun.

“I’m going to have to shave off this hair, it annoys me,” Alice said.

“Oh, that’s fine, Merv, whatever you want, do you want to hear about my first pet?”

“No, you dumb little bitch, I don’t want to hear about your first pet.”

“Oh, Merv, please be nice to me, I beg you to be nice to me,” June said.

She couldn’t believe that her great idol was insulting her on the air.

And then she remembered that she wasn’t really on the air. Not yet anyway.

Alice brought over a straight edged razor and she brought it down to the bush.

She started to scrape off the pubic hair.

She did it very roughly, really scraping the hair off with strong pulling motions.

“Oh, wow, that really feels funny, that really hurts, that really hurts a lot,” June moaned.

“Well, that’s just too bad, it’s all for your own good,” Alice shot back.

Alice was really getting hot, her pussy and her tits were on fire.

She loved nothing more than getting down next to a spread cunt and pulling off the bush.

She knew what exquisite pain it was, how hot it was, how it burned.

She tugged at that pubic bush until the whole area was free of hair.

She rubbed the stubble in the wrong direction to cause even more discomfort.

“Alright, bitch, now that your bush is all gone I can put this clamp through her pussy 
flesh,” Alice said, half talking to June and half to herself.

Alice liked the verbal aspect of sex, she felt that it added a lot to the excitement.

She looked at the clean shaven cunt and she shuddered with delight.

It was sweet and feminine looking, so ripe for abuse.

She felt the pussy well and decided to the put the clamp through near the top of the cunt.

She grabbed the cunt lips and pulled them out from the pussy.

She held them out and slipped the clamp through the flesh.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, that hurts, that hurts, aaaaaahhhhhhh, that hurts so much,” 
June moaned.

Her body writhed and jerked and she broke out in a heavy sweat.

“I know it does, my little pet, and isn’t that beautiful,” Alice leered.

She thought that the pussy looked really hot speared through the top.

Alice then took the wire which were running down from June’s head clamp, through the tit
clamps, and then through the wood and she attached them to little holes in the metal that 
was attached to the pussy clamp.

Now there was a direct line of tension between the head clamp and the pussy clamp.

So that if June moved her head at all ,she risked tearing off her pussy.

June was really in a daze now, she had absolutely no idea what was happening to her.

But she did know that she was feeling a lot of pain. Searing pain.

Alice looked down at her slave bitch and she felt her own pussy burning.

She spread her legs and started to work on her own cunt.

She stuck three fingers inside her black leather gee string and she started to really work on
her hot hot pussy.

She reached up her pussy and found her clit and she squeezed it hard.

Very hard.

She twisted it between her fingers and she moaned with sexual pleasure.

She reached up and started to play with her own nipples, her own tits.

She watched as her nipples grew erect and deep red.

She twisted her nipples and she moaned with even greater sexual pleasure.

She loved to give pain but she also loved to experience it.

She felt that pain was a very holy thing, that it was close to God.

Alice loved the very thought of pain, she felt that it was the most beautiful part of life.

Alice felt that only through giving pain could she attain a higher level in life.

It was a very spiritual thing to her, a mystical thing, a Godly thing.

She felt that she was serving God by inflicting pain.

Alice moved a little metal thing in front of June’s pussy.

The metal thing had two holes in it, one that aimed at the girl’s exposed pussy, the other 
at her tight asshole.

Alice took a couple of metal rods and she rammed them through the holes and into the 
pussy and the asshole.

She knew how exquisite the metal must feel against the hot pussy and ass flesh.

She fucked both the pussy and the asshole for a few minutes with the metal rods.

And then she stopped. She didn’t want to give June too much pure female sexual pleasure.

She didn’t want the girl to forget that this was a painful experience.

Alice then took off the head clamp and the pussy clamp and the log.

She took off the tit clamp and let June just lie there naked for a little while.

June seemed so stoned, so dazed, that she didn’t seem to have any idea what was 
happening.

She looked up at Alice and she smiled.

“Is the audition over!?” she asked in a dreamy voice.

“No, June, the audition is not over, but you are doing very well so far,” Alice said.

“Am I really, am I doing well, that’s so beautiful, I love you, Miss Reed, I really really do, I 
love you for giving me this chance, will I really be on the Merv Griffin show?” June asked in a 
pathetic voice.

“Well, dear, you never know. Now, June, while I get ready for the next part of the audition I
want you to play with yourself and show me how sexual you can be with your own body,” 
Alice said.

“You want to see how sexual I can be with my own body?” June asked.

“Yes, June, you heard correctly, that’s what I want to see,” Alice answered.

Alice set to work lining up some wooden platforms for the next ‘act’.

June started to rub her own wounded cunt and moan.

She was thinking very sexual thoughts, that she was in front of a lot of people, that she 
was putting on a sex show for them.

June threw her legs apart and she started to really work on her hot cunt.

She loved the way her pussy felt, all hot and burning from the abuse it had been subjected
to.

She reached deep inside her cunt and she started to fuck herself.

She arched up on her feet and really went to town fucking herself.

She had to admit that her tits and her pussy felt very sexually aroused from all the abuse 
that they had received.

She looked up at Alice and suddenly she felt a great warmth for the woman.

She looked so hot in her black leather and black rubber outfit.

June wondered what it would feel like to have that black rubber gloved hand up her cunt.

She wondered what it would feel like to have the tip of those black leather boots up her 
cunt.

Suddenly June realized that this audition was really getting her hot.

She realized that she was really ‘getting into it’ as they always said at acting school.

She realized that she was giving the best audition of her life.

And she felt proud of herself for the first time in years.

It seemed that finally her deep dream of being an actress was coming true.

It seemed that finally she was giving a great performance.

“Thank you, thank you, Miss Reed, for making all this possible,” June moaned.

Alice looked down at the groveling slave with her fist up her own pussy.

She didn’t know what the hell the slave was talking about and she didn’t care.

As long as the bitch was hot, that was all that Alice cared about.

Actually she didn’t even care if the bitch was hot, as long as she wasn’t hysterical.

And June looked to be anything but hysterical, except hysterical with lust.

Alice watched with growing lust as June continued to work on her own cunt.

She had to admit that June was one hot little bitch.

She was really going to town on herself. She had her legs thrown so far apart they looked 
like they were about to snap.

She had her whole fist up her cunt and she rocking back and forth, taking that fist.

She had another hand on her tits, squeezing them and kneading them.

She was lost in an auto-sex frenzy, being totally selfish in her need.

She. was a hot little actress bitch and she was really getting off.

Alice stopped arranging the platforms for a minute and just watched the incredible 
display.

She started to work on her own cunt again but she quickly stopped when she realized that
she could come at anytime. She played with her own large tits instead, kneading them and 
massaging them and making them feel real good.

June had completely forgotten where she was, who she was even.

Nothing mattered to her but her cunt and her tits and the wild pleasure they were 
experiencing.

Things were really getting hot in that secret torture chamber. Two women were working 
out.

CHAPTER FIVE

“Alright, June. That’s very good, you’ve got a lot of real talent. Now, I’m going to put you 
through the next part of the audition,” Alice said.

Alice was starting to go out of her skull with female sex lust.

She didn’t know how much more of this sexual excitement she could take without orgasm.

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She was a very sexual woman and as much as she enjoyed all this S&M, as much as she 
needed all this S&M, she also needed orgasms.

They were the only thing that really relieved the tension in her life.

“Yes, Miss Reed, whatever you say, just tell me what you want me to do,” June said.

She was so sexually turned on herself, so stoned, that she was willing to do anything.

“I want you to climb up on this platform and spread your legs as wide as you can,” Alice 
said.

She loved it when she got her slaves to this point.

To the point where they were so sexually aroused that they were putty in her hands.

June looked up at the strange wooden platform that Alice had constructed.

She wondered how on earth she was going to be able to climb up on it.

“Come along, June, we haven’t got all night, I want to see you climb up on here,” Alice said
in a sterner voice.

She didn’t want to have to start slapping the bitch around, but she would if she had to.

June got up off the floor and started to climb the platform.

It wasn’t easy but she found a couple of toeholds and she made it up.

“Very good, you little bitch,” Alice said, happy that her slave was so obedient.

Alice climbed up after her and put thick metal clamps around June’s upper arms.

These clamps were attached to thick metal chains.

Alice attached the chains to posts that were part of the platform.

She then attached similar clamps around June’s ankles and attached them to posts on the 
same way.

Now June’s arms and legs were secured and she had no freedom of movement.

Alice then started to move the platform so that it separated.

Soon June’s ass was hanging in midair and her thighs were digging into the rough wood 
of the platforms.

She was suspended from the platform and she was in pain.

Alice then moved another piece of wood into place under June’s asshole.

Sticking through the wood was a fierce and horrible looking spike with a sharp tip.

Alice grabbed the end of the spike and pushed the tip up closer and closer to the asshole.

“Yes, my little slave bitch, you’re about to get a nasty little shock on your asshole,” Alice 
said in her lust filled voice.

“Oh, Miss Reed, anything, you can do anything to me, my pussy is so hot, my tits are so 
hot,” June moaned.

She was still totally turned on by the whole experience.

She also felt that she was giving the best performance of her life.

“That’s a good little slave bitch, I’m glad that you have learned to obey your mistress,” 
Alice intoned in her eerie sex charged voice.

“Oh, yes, mistress, I want to obey you, I want to serve you,” June answered.

She was so proud of herself for really ‘getting into’ the role.

Alice moved the spike up towards the asshole. Slowly, ever so slowly.

She was savoring the expectation of what that spike was going to do to that asshole.

She was growing more sexually excited by the second thinking of how that spike was 
going to play havoc with that tender ass flesh.

She moved that spike up so that the tip was a mere millimeter from that asshole.

“Alright, June, I want you to push out with your asshole like you were going to the 
bathroom,” Alice told her slave.

She wanted to see that hot ass flesh actually reach out and touch that spike.

Alice thought that would be hotter than having the spike touch the ass flesh.

That would be the easy, boring way to do it. Alice always liked the more interesting way of 
doing things.

Especially when it came to her wild S&M sex sessions.

“Yes, mistress, whatever you want, mistress, m push out with my asshole,” June answered.

With that small part of her brain that was still functioning she thought that she was giving 
one hell of an audition.

She was doing everything they had taught her to do in acting school.

She was making the whole scene ‘come alive’ for herself.

She was believing in what she was doing, she had created an ‘inner life’.

And best of all, she was really ‘playing the moment’.

June only wished that her acting teachers were here to see how well she was doing.

“Go ahead, June, go ahead and do as I told you, push out your asshole.”

June made a funny face and pushed out with her tight asshole.

Alice watched with great sexual pleasure as that asshole flowered out.

It flowered out and the hot ass flesh reached down and touched the tip of the spike.

“AAAHHHHHH, that hurts, mistress, that hurts so much,” June moaned.

“That’s right, June, it should hurt, I want you to get into that pain, to love that pain,” Alice 
said.

But June was unable to obey. She contracted her asshole and brought it away from the 
spike.

“That’s a bad girl, that’s a very bad girl, you won’t get the part if you keep on like this,” 
Alice said with anger in her voice.

“I’m sorry, mistress. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” June said in a contrite voice.

“I want you to push out with that asshole again, five more times in fact and I want you to 
keep talking the whole time and telling me how good it feels,” Alice ordered her slave.

“Yes, mistress, I’ll do it, I’ll do what you ask,” June said.

The thought of the Merv Griffin show flashed through her mind and she knew that she had
to go through with it.

It was a matter of her pride as an actress. She couldn’t let her teachers down.

“Alright, mistress, here I go, I’m going to push out with my asshole like I’m going to the 
bathroom…”

And June pushed out and her ass flesh came into contact with the shining metal.

“... Oh, mistress, that feels so painful, that point is so sharp, it feels so horrible against my 
asshole, I’m going to bring my asshole back up again, but don’t worry, I’ll bring it back down 
again in just a second, let me just think of Merv Griffin.”

And June again lowered her asshole down to the spike.

Alice felt her pussy start to juice as that tender ass flesh rubbed against the spike.

“Oh, yes, mistress, aren’t I giving a good performance, aren’t I a good actress, won’t I be a 
big star, and Merv will ask me all sorts of deep and penetrating questions…”

Alice rubbed her own tits as she watched that asshole flower out and touch that spike a 
third, fourth and then a fifth time.

“How does that asshole feel now?” Alice asked, squeezing her own tits.

“Oh, it feels nice now, it feels very very nice, it feels beautiful, that point feel so electric, so 
sexual against my ass,” June moaned.

“That’s a good girl. I’m going to have to leave you up there for a few minutes while I get 
ready for the next part of the audition,” Alice said.

“Alright, mistress, whatever you want, use me as you please,” June moaned.

Alice took the spike away and then watched in amazement as June continued to flower 
out her asshole, searching for the spike.

“You really like the way that spike feels up against your asshole, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, mistress, I love it, I love it a whole lot,” June admitted.

She was really going crazy with female sexual arousal, her body was on fire.

Like Alice, she felt that she could orgasm at any second and she wanted to.

She wanted to let her pussy really go crazy and have a great orgasm.

She kept pushing out with her asshole because she loved the way it felt.

Alice stood with her legs spread far apart and she watched as the slave went through her 
sexual number.

Alice slipped out of her black leather gee string and she started to work on her own cunt.

She looked at the bound girl and she rubbed her own pussy over and over.

She spread her legs even farther apart and she reached deep up into her cunt.

The pussy tissue felt like it was on fire and Alice rubbed it with her fingers.

She moaned and then she went into a squatting position.

In this position she could really reach deeply into her cunt and she did.

She felt like she was reaching up into the very center of her womanhood.

She felt like she was reaching into the very core of her female sexual need.

She was reaching into the true secret place in her heart, the place that loved S&M.

An image of that long ago Texas morning flashed through her brain.

And she knew that she was doing the right thing, she knew that she was avenging her 
father by torturing this actress bitch.

Alice knew that she was about to come and so she stood up and pulled her fingers out of 
her cunt.

It was a large effort but she didn’t want to come, not quite yet.

She climbed up on the platform and freed June from her restraints.

“Alright, slave bitch, you can climb down now,” Alice told her.

For the first time there was a hint of tenderness in Alice’s voice.

Alice hated to hear that tenderness, it made her angry, but it always happened.

She always came to feel some strange emotion for the girls she tortured.

It upset her terribly that she would be drawn into this emotionally.

She wanted to keep it all cold and hard and clinical.

She wanted to be the toughest mistress in the whole world.

She knew that love was for the weak, for the tender hearted.

She had seen what love can do to a person, how it will destroy you.

She had seen it very clearly on that long ago Texas mom.

And she had sworn than and there, young as she was, that she would never love.

And yet, here she was, with a strange tender note in her voice as she spoke to her slave.

She hated it, she hated herself for displaying weakness.

June looked at her mistress with affection in her eyes.

She had heard that tenderness in Alice’s voice and she was responding to it.

June loved it when she was treated with tenderness, she lived for it.

Poor little June was such a mixed up ,dame that no one wanted to ever get involved with 
her.

And so she received very little tenderness and human warmth.

And now that she was her heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Oh, yes, mistress, of course I will climb down now, whatever you say,” June answered.

She looked at Alice with puppy dog eyes and Alice cringed with disgust.

“Listen, slave bitch, don’t go getting all syrupy, I can’t stand that shit,” Alice spit out in her 
coldest voice.

June looked like she had just been told that she looked like shit.

Her sad little face fell and a single tear glistened in her left eye.

“Come on, bitch, move your ass down from there,” Alice ordered her.

June slowly climbed down from the platform, sniffling as went.

Alice climbed down after her, glad that she put that tenderness crap to rest.

She stood looking at June in her nakedness and she felt her pussy boil.

The actress looked so damn hot, all naked and sweating and red from abuse.

“Alright, June, now we’re going to have some fun with ropes,” Alice said.

“Whatever you say Miss Reed, whatever will get me on the Merv Griffin,” June answered.

June was very hurt by the rebuff that she had received and was determined to become 
totally professional.

She was determined to land this role and become a star and go on the Merv show.

Alice picked up a long length of rope and started to wind it around June’s body..

She twisted it around the girl’s huge tits and then she pulled it tight.

She watched as the tits swelled with blood and grew to almost twice their size.

Then Alice picked up a metal pole and stuck it behind June’s back.

She worked the rope around the pole and then back into the front of the girl’s body.

Then Alice brought the rope down and ran it between June’s legs.

June moaned with pleasure as she felt that rope slid next to her pussy.

“That’s a good girl, June, really get into the way that rope feels,” Alice said.

June was a real sucker for praise, like most thespians.

She decided to really get into the way that rope felt on her tits and pussy.

“Oh, yes, that feels so good, that rope feels so good next to my pussy,” June moaned.

Alice ran the rope around the girl’s body again and again.

She ran it through her legs two more times and she pulled the rope tight.

Now the rope was in three places between June’s legs. It was on either side of her hot cunt
and it was running right up the cunt.

She was one hot sight, all bound with rope and with one actually cutting into her cunt.

Alice looked at her and she almost came, that was how hot that rope looked.

“How does that rope feel on your cunt flesh, bitch?” Alice asked.

“Oh, it feels beautiful, it feels wonderful, it feels sexy,” June moaned.

She knew how important it was to be sexy in show business and she wanted to really lay it 
on thick.

“Alright, doggie bitch, I’m going to lead you around the room a little bit,” Alice said.

“Oh, yes, mistress, lead me wherever you want, I’m your sexy slave,” June answered.

Alice pulled the rope tight so that it really cut into the girl’s flesh.

And then she started to walk around the room leading her slave behind her.

She pulled her with taut jerking motions so that the rope would really dig into that flesh.

“Now get down on your knees like a good doggie,” Alice ordered June.

June quickly fell to her knees and looked up at her mistress.

“Who is your one and only mistress?” Alice asked with blazing eyes.

“You are, you are my one and only mistress,” June answered.

“Do you want to lick your mistress’ pussy, dog?!!” Alice asked.

“Oh, yes, mistress, I want to lick your pussy, I want to lick it so bad,” June answered.

Alice was standing over the dog with her legs spread, her pussy exposed.

“Let me hear you beg to lick that pussy, dog, let me hear you beg for it,” Alice said in her 
most sadistic voice.

“Oh, mistress, I beg you, I beg you to let me lick your pussy,” June said without missing a 
beat.

June was no longer sure if she was acting or if this was real.

But whichever it was, she knew that she was enjoying it a whole lot.

Her own cunt felt like it was on fire. That scratchy rope was doing wild things to her cunt 
flesh.

She looked up at her mistress’ cunt, all rosy and moist and fringed with that jet black bush 
and she felt her own pussy get even hotter.

“Alright, dog, bring your dog face up-to my pussy and smell it,” Alice ordered her.

June brought her rapt face up to the cunt and she took a deep whiff.

“How does that cunt smell, dog?” Alice demanded in a stem voice.

“Oh, it smells wonderful, mistress, it smells beautiful,” June moaned.

“That’s a good dog, you know how to please your mistress. Now I want you to reach out 
with your tongue and lick that pussy quickly,” Alice said.

Her voice was electric with sex, with lust, with female sexual need.

June brought her tongue out and quickly flicked at the pussy.

“Oh, yeah, bitch dog slave, that feels real good, real nice,” Alice moaned.

“Oh, yes, mistress, that tastes so nice, your cunt tastes so nice,” June said.

“Lick it a couple of more times and make your mistress feel good,” Alice ordered her slave.

June quickly obeyed. She licked that pussy three times with her tongue.

Then Alice reached down and pulled her pussy lips open.

She exposed the luscious and rosy and glistening insides of her cunt to June.

“How does the inside of that cunt look to you, dog?” Alice asked.

“Oh, it looks beautiful, it looks so wonderful, mistress,” June moaned.

Alice was smiling, she really had the bitch just where she wanted her.

She had turned her into a pussy licking slave bitch in one easy session.

And she still had more little treats in store for the hot little bitch.

“Stick your tongue inside my cunt and make it feel good,” Alice ordered her.

June quickly obeyed. She stuck her tongue up the quim and licked the smooth cunt flesh.

“Oh, yeah, slave bitch, that feels real( real nice, you know how to take care of your 
mistress,” Alice said in a lust charged voice.

June loved the way it felt to lick that pussy flesh.

It felt so smooth and so sweet and so totally feminine.

June had never had a sexual experience with another woman before, but she was sure 
enjoying it.

She was also very proud of her ability to ‘get into’ the role.

She had convinced herself that she wasn’t having a lesbian experience, she was just 
auditioning for a role.

And she was doing the best job that she had ever done, she was giving a great 
performance.

June’s whole body was quivering with sexual electricity.

Her cunt and her tits were burning with sexual need, she was a bitch in heat.

“That’s right, dog, really get into that hot pussy, really lap at it,” Alice said.

She pulled her cunt lips even farther apart. She wanted that dog tongue way up there.

June saw her clit shimmering in the cunt and she went for it. She took the clit between her 
teeth and she nibbled at it.

Alice felt her whole body go limp when the dog did this.

She wrapped her hands around June’s head and pushed her face deeper into the cunt.

“Oh, doggie, that feels so good, eat that clit, bitch, eat it good,” Alice moaned.

June really went to work on that clit. She nibbled at it and swirled her tongue around it.

Alice was moaning steadily now and she knew that there was no stopping a clitoral 
orgasm, at least.

“Eat that clit, baby, eat it good,” she ordered her willing slave.

And June did just that. She worked on that clit like tomorrow would never come.

She nibbled it and swirled it and licked at it with her tongue.

And then Alice exploded in orgasm.

She grasped that head tightly and her cunt let loose with a hot clit orgasm.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that feels real nice,” Alice moaned as her cunt juiced all over the slave’s 
face.

When she was through coming she pulled the slave’s face out of her honeypot.

She was feeling a lot better but she wasn’t through with that slave.

Not yet she wasn’t!!

CHAPTER SIX

“Alright, baby, that was a real nice little high that you gave me there, I feel better than I 
have all day,” Alice said.

“Oh, mistress, it was my pleasure to serve you,” June answered.

“Listen, I’m going to leave you here alone for a little while,” Alice said.

“All alone, why?” June asked, a look of fear flashing across her face.

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“Well, because I have a few things to do,” Alice explained.

“You have a few things to do?” June asked with eager eyes.

 The drug was starting to wear off and she was wondering how long this audition was 
going to go on for.



“And one of the things that I have to do is call the director and tell him that I have a prime 
candidate for the part,” Alice lied.

June looked up at her with her mouth open. And then she started to cry.

“Oh, really, how wonderful Miss Reed, how beautiful, how exciting,” June gushed.

“Listen, please don’t start all that syrupy bullshit,” Alice shot back.

June looked crushed, she bowed her head like a naughty puppy dog.

“I didn’t say that you had the role, I said that you were a prime candidate,” Alice said.

She loved to make her slave’s cry, it was so damn sexy and pathetic.

“You mean that I have given a good audition?” June asked.

Like all thespians she was so hungry for praise that it made you want to throw up.

“Yes, June, your audition has been excellent,” Alice admitted.

“Oh, Miss Reed, thank you, thank you so very very much,” June gushed again.

“So far,” Alice cut in with.

“So far?” June asked, her joy quickly fading from her face.

“That’s right, so far. I think I told you that this audition isn’t over yet,” Alice said coldly.

She pulled her black leather gee string back on and looked down at her slave.

“I know you did, but, well, after you had your orgasm, wait a minute, isn’t it kind of strange
that you should have an orgasm at an audition?” June said.

Her brain was clearing out and she was starting to wonder what the hell was going on 
here.

Alice saw what was happening right away and she didn’t like it.

She didn’t like it all when girls started to get wise like this.

“Listen, June, do you want this part or don’t you?”

“Of course I want the part, but I just think it’s a little strange that you actually orgasmed,” 
June said.

She was a member of Actor’s Equity, the union and they were forever telling actors to 
stand up for their rights.

“Well, for your goddamn information, the director told me to see if any of the girls could 
make me orgasm and that the one who did would have an inside track on the role,” Alice lied.

She saw the confusion fade from June’s face. As long as it was part of the director’s plan, 
well then it was alright.

“Oh, gee, now I understand, now I see, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound uppity or 
anything,” June stammered.

She was quickly to returning to the usual actor kiss ass posture.

Actors really are the saddest people, they have to kiss ass twenty four hours a day.

“That’s alright, June, I don’t blame you for asking. Now I want you to stay there and I’ll be 
back in a little while,” Alice said.

“Alright, Miss Reed, but can you take these ropes off me, please?” June asked.

“No, the ropes have to stay on you, it’s part of the audition.”

“Oh, I see, well in that case I guess it’s alright,” June said in a kiss ass voice.

“Would you like me to give you one more little shot to make you feel relaxed?” Alice 
asked.

“Oh, well, gee, I don’t know, do you think I should?” June asked.

“Yes, I really do, it certainly helped you get into the role last time.”

“Did it really? Did you really believe that I was a former Miss America who had been 
captured by terrorists?” June asked.

Her pathetic face was begging for approval, like a real dog.

“Oh, I believed it absolutely and totally, it was terrific.”

June burst into tears, she had never been told that before in her whole career.

“Oh, Miss Reed, I love you, I love you so much, you’re wonderful.”

“Thank you, June, now about that little shot,” Alice said slyly.

“Oh, well, if you think that it’ll help me get into character, well, of course, go right ahead.”

June was on a real cloud nine, she had actually been complimented on her acting.

Alice walked over to the cabinet and got out another hypodermic.

She walked over to the roped girl and plunged it into her arm.

A great big grin spread over June’s face as the drug worked its magic.

“There we go, June, doesn’t that feel good,” Alice cooed.

“Oh yes, that feels soooooooooooo nice, I feel wonderful,” June said in a dreamy voice.

“Good. Now, while I’m gone I want you to play with yourself,” Alice said.

“Play with myself?” June asked in a faraway voice.

“That’s right, I want you to get into your pussy and your female sexuality so that when I 
come back to finish the audition you do as well as you’ve done on the first part,” Alice said.

“Oh, thank you, Miss Reed, you’re a true friend,” June said in that stoned voice.

Alice watched as June rolled over on her back on the floor.

The actress began to pull on the ropes that sliced through her cunt.

She moaned with female sexual desire as she manipulated those ropes and they worked 
on her hot pussy surfaces.

“Oh, that feels so good, so nice, so sexy,” June purred.

She looked so totally humiliated and degraded on that floor, stoned, playing with those 
ropes and working on her own cunt.

Alice thought that she looked great, really sexy and really hot.

Alice turned and walked out of the secret chamber. She turned and took one last look at 
her slave girl.

June was writhing around on the floor, pulling on the ropes and moaning.

“That’s a good girl, stay nice and hot,” Alice said softly.

“Oh, that feels so good, my pussy feels so good,” June moaned.

Alice stepped out into her office and locked the door behind her.

She took a deep breath and sat at her desk. She realized that she was sweating.

“Boy, that was one hot session,” she said out loud.

Alice felt so much of the tension drain from her body. She knew that S&M was the best 
therapy for her.

She lighted a cigarette and walked over to the bar and poured herself two fingers of 
vodka.

She tossed a couple of ice cubes in the glass and walked back to her desk.

She reached into one of her drawers and pulled out a little vial of white powder.

It was pure cocaine and she wanted to toot up.

She pulled out a little mirror and poured some coke on it.

Then, using a single edge razor she chopped the coke up until it was a fine powder.

She then formed the fine powder into three lines and with a rolled up twenty dollar bill she
snorted the powder.

She felt the coke enter her bloodstream and make her glow with warmth and good 
feeling.

She then pulled out a little vial of marijuana and rolled herself up a thin joint.

She lit the joint and inhaled deeply. She was starting to feel really good.

Like so many successful New Yorkers, Alice Reed needed drugs to get through the day.

She needed them to relieve the tension, to let her relax.

She pulled on the joint and felt herself mellow out.

She felt that booze and blow and boo were a great combination.

The booze warmed her up and made her feel lightheaded.

The blow made her feel up, in love with the world, energized.

And the boo mellowed it all out, and gave it all a dream quality.

And then her phone rang. Alice jerked slightly. Who would be calling the office at this late 
hour?

“Hello?” she said warily into the receiver.

“Alice, my little pet, how are you, little crumb cake, you divine little dyke you, it’s the Bull 
here,” came the throaty voice from the other end of the wire.

“Oh, hi, Bull, how’s it going?” Alice asked with a smile.

Bull was Angie Winters, her best friend.

“How’s it going?”

“It’s going shitty, I just haven’t had a piece of pussy in a week. I’m in the throes pf a horny 
fit like you wouldn’t believe, I need some cunt and I need it fast,” Bull roared into the phone.

“Why, Bull, I’m surprised at you, you know where to find it when you need it,” Alice said.

“But, darling, pet, sweetbun, I simply can’t show my face at those places, not this month, 
have you forgotten that my show opens next week, it will be in all the papers if I’m seen at 
some dyke bar. listen, doll, enough of my sad little life, how is the S&M business this week?” 
Bull asked.

Bull was the only person who knew what Alice’s trip was.

“Oh, it’s alright, pretty damn good in fact at this moment,” Alice admitted.

“Oh, you little pretzel, you mean you have something there, now?” Bull said, leaping on the
hint.

“Well, yes, now that you mention it, I do,” Alice said with a grin.

“Something about the tone of your voice tells me that you are on your usual combination 
of drugs, true or false?” Bull asked with vigor.

“True,” Alice admitted. She knew that she could hide nothing from her best buddy.

“Oh, you lucky devil, I can’t touch a thing until this show opens, it just shatters my 
concentration. Anyway, back to that little pussy that you are no doubt abusing mercilessly, 
may I come over and share it with you?” Bull asked, not one to beat around the bush, or 
should I say the pussy.

“Why you nervy creature you, you want to come over here and share in my little piece of 
pussy?” Alice asked.

“You bet your twat I do,” Bull roared.

She was a gal with a mighty hot pussy and she wanted some action. And fast.

Alice thought it over for a second. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to share this one: “Oh, 
come on, darling, I know what you’re thinking, but share and share alike, I mean we are sister, 
are we not?” Bull asked, putting an effective vulnerable note in her voice.

“Yes, we are, it’s just that…”

“None of that please. I think that you are one rotten friend if you don’t invite me over,” 
Bull said, sounding very hurt.

“Oh, alright, Bull, come on over and could you please bring…”

But it was too late, Bull had dropped the receiver and was already half way out the door. 
Bull flew downstairs and out into the street. She hailed a cab and spit out Alice’s office 
address.

Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she rubbed it as the cab made its way through the 
midtown traffic.

Bull was a very pretty woman in a sort of actressy way. It was hard to tell that she 
approaching fifty because she spent a lot of money to stay young looking.

She jumped out of the cab, flinging a ten at the driver and dashed into the lobby and 
waited impatiently for the elevator.

She jammed the button and tapped her foot as the elevator took her upstairs.

She buzzed the office buzzer and waited for Alice to answer.

“Is that you, Bull?” came Alice’s voice.

“Well, it sure as shit ain’t the Avon lady,” came the reply.

Alice was laughing as she opened the door. She was dressed in her leather and rubber 
outfit and she quickly pulled Bull into the office.

“Oh, my God, will you look at you, dressed to kill, aren’t we?” Bull spit out.

Alice froze for a second. Bull knew about everything, but not about the two murders.

“Listen, cunt, I think you must have flown over here on your broomstick,” Alice shot back.

“So where’s the pussy, back in the secret chamber?” Bull asked, all eager.

“Well, she’s certainly not in the closet, yeah, she’s back in there. Now, listen, Bull, I want 
you to be cool about this,” Alice warned.

“Have you ever known me to be anything but?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we all have our off days. But, listen, Alice my cream cheese cake, I am so horny that I
am about to pass out, could we go right in,” Bull asked.

“I suppose so. But I don’t want you attacking the poor girl. You can watch and join in when
I say it’s alright, not before, got that?” Alice said sternly.

“Yes, apple pie, I got it. Now let’s go get it,” Bull said, chomping at the bit. Or should I say 
tit.

“I’m going to pass you off as a special assistant to the producer, so keep it cool,” Alice 
explained.

She led Bull over to the door and quietly put the key in the lock.

“Ssshhhh,” she admonished her friend.

“Ssshhh,” Bull quickly agreed.

Alice silently swung the door open and they both looked inside.

June was on the floor, still pulling on the rope and giving her pussy a good workout.

“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me good and make me your little girl, work on my pussy, Daddy, 
that feels so good, I like to be your little girl, Daddy,” June moaned.

She was totally gone, lost in some personal sexual fantasy.

Alice and Bull looked at each other and they smiled.

They knew that they had a hot one on their hands. And they loved it.

“Hello, June, I’m back,” Alice said crisply.

“Oh, Miss Reed, hello, I’m sorry, I was just talking to myself, oh, you brought someone with
you!!”

A scarlet blush spread over June’s body, she had been caught in the act.

“Yes, I did. This is Miss Black, she’s a special rep from the director’s office. When I called 
them and told them that I had a prime candidate they became very excited and decided to 
send someone right over to get a look at you,” Alice lied.

“How do you do, June?” Bull said, loving every second of it.

“Oh, I’m fine, how do you do?” June answered, the blush making her skin glow.

She tried to get up but it was impossible, what with all the ropes.

“Oh, don’t get up,” Bull said quickly, enjoying the absurdity of the situation.

Bull was also enjoying the sexuality of the situation.

She was enjoying June’s hot and swollen tits and her spread pussy with the rope up it.

Bull had to use a lot of effort to stop herself from jumping on top of the girl and burying 
her face in that luscious cunt, ropes or no ropes.

“Alright, June, I’m going to take the ropes off now and then we’re going to continue with 
the audition,” Alice said.

“Whatever you say, Miss Reed, whatever you say,” June stammered.

She was still rip-roaring stoned and her head was swimming.

The last thing in the world that she had expected was that Miss Reed would bring 
someone back with her.

It was so embarrassing and humiliating to be caught doing what she was doing.

Just being naked in front of this new woman was very embarrassing.

Alice pulled the ropes off of June’s body and the stoned girl stood up.

The room was spinning all around her and she couldn’t help but notice how this new 
woman was-looking her body all up and down.

She tried to cover her pussy and then her tits. “Don’t be shy in front of me, dear, I’m 
looking at you from a strictly professional point of view,” Bull lied.

“Oh, yes, of course, I should have realized that,” June stammered.

But she still felt very embarrassed in to be naked like this. Then she realized that Alice was 
almost naked and she felt a lot better.

“Alright, June, I want you to come over here so that I can put you through the next test,” 
Alice said.

She was standing next to a fearful looking contraption with spikes and a black dildo.

“Am I still the same character?” June asked.

She wanted to impress the new lady with her professional acting question.

“That’s right, June, your still the former Miss America who has been captured by terrorists,”
Alice said with a wink at Bull.

It was all that Bull could do to keep a straight face, faced with all this bull.

“Can I have a minute to get into character, please?” June asked.

She was really determined to show this lady what an acting pro she was.

“Of course you may,” Alice said, her own pussy getting hotter by the second.

June closed her eyes and had a very pained expression on her face, like she was praying or
something. Bull was just taking in the two pussies and feeling her own heating up.

“Alright, June, come over here now,” Alice ordered her in a firm voice.

June walked over to the strange looking device and wondered what the hell she was going
to have to do. “Alright, June, I want you to stand right here,” Alice said.

She positioned June so that her pussy was right above the black dildo.

Then she pulled the girl’s upper torso back and she slid another piece into the two side 
bars of the device.

This new piece was a saw blade with lots of sharp points sticking up.

She then pushed June’s upper torso forward so that her tits were hanging over the saw 
blades.

She was one hot sight, with her pussy a few inches above that black dildo and her huge 
tits hanging over that saw blade.

“Alright, June, I want you to tell me how you feel,” Alice asked.

“I feel scared, I don’t want the terrorists to harm me, to hurt me,” June said, still trying 
madly to impress Bull with her acting skills.

“Alright, June, I want you to reach around and start to play with your pussy,” Alice said.

June quickly obeyed. She reached around and stuck her fingers up her cunt.

“Listen, Miss Winters, would you be so kind as to help me out in this audition?” Alice asked
with a sly wink at her friend.

“I’ll do whatever I can to help this appealing actress,” Bull said with a wink right back.

“Would you pretend that you are also a captive of these horrible terrorists. Alice said.

“I would be happy to. What exactly would you like me to do?” Bull asked.

“I would like you to strip and then to do whatever I order you to do,” Alice said.

Bull had her clothes off in no time flat.

She had a luscious and ripe female body, all hips and sweet curves and big tits.

She had a little nip and a tuck on her belly and her buns and she looked fantastic.

And her pussy was tight and hot.

“Very good. Now I want you to go over to June and put your face in her pussy,” Alice said.

“Yes, of course., Miss Reed,” Bull said, beside herself with excitement.

“June, I’m doing this because I like you and I want you to get the part,” Alice explained.

“Oh, Miss Reed, you are so nice to me, so good,” June gushed.

Bull walked over and fell to her knees in front of the luscious spread cunt.

“Alright, June, open that cunt up wide and let that poor other captive kiss it like the 
terrorists are ordering her to do,” Alice said.

June was glad that the other woman was now nude also.

She reached down and spread her juicy cunt wide open.

Bull could feel her own cunt start to steam as she looked into that tight and rosy quim.

Things were really getting hot in that room.

They were three hot looking women.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Go ahead and kiss that ripe pussy, bitch,” Alice ordered Bull.

She knew that that was the signal that Bull had been waiting for.

She knew that her friend wanted nothing more on earth than to dive into that tight cunt.

Bull pressed her face into that cunt and started to lap at it like a starving woman.

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She needed that cunt and she needed it real bad.

All the tension that comes from rehearsing a new play was building up inside her and she 
needed release. Sexual release.

She licked at the firm outer lips of the tight and shaved pussy.

She loved the way the stubble tickled her tongue.

And then she dove into that sweet cunt, lapping at every surface that she could find.

She licked the moist and rosy inner cunt walls, driving her tongue a little deeper into that 
cunt with every push.

She found June’s clit and took it between her teeth and started to nibble on it.

June was moaning with sexual pleasure in spite of herself.

She was not a lesbian and had never had a lesbian experience before, but this sure was 
feeling good.

“Let’s see some real acting here, June, let’s see you respond to what is happening to you. 
Play the reality of the situation,” Alice said.

She knew that June would respond to this acting school sort of direction.

That was all that June had to hear, ‘play the reality of the situation’ It was the very words 
that one of her favorite acting coaches used to use.

She threw caution to the wind and started to really respond to the sexual stimulation that 
she was receiving.

“Oh, that feels so good, so wonderful, so delicious, ever if we are being held captives by 
these horrible terrorists I must admit that what you are doing to my body feels delicious,” 
June moaned.

She had a couple of boyfriends who had gone down on her clam, but none who had been 
able to make it feel this good.

It seemed that Bull knew just where to nibble and lick for maximum effect.

She was really burying herself in that cunt, letting the clit slip from her mouth and diving in
even deeper, to the very heart of June’s womanhood.

She was so deep in that cunt that Alice could barely see her face.

She looked like a head of hair and that was it.

Bull was having a real great dyke time, she loved young pussy more than she loved 
anything else.

And she was getting a nice ripe piece of it right now.

“Alright, pull your face out of there,” Alice ordered Bull.

That’s like ordering a junkie not to shoot up. There was no stopping Bull now.

She was into that cunt and she wasn’t about to come out.

She was lapping at some sweet cunt meat and she was going to have to be forced to let 
go of it.

“I said take your face out of that cunt,” Alice repeated in a sterner voice.

But Bull just ignored her. She wasn’t about to let go of that luscious woman cunt.

Alice walked over and grabbed Bull by the hair and yanked her face out of the cunt.

“What’s the matter, you stupid bitch, can’t you speak English?” Alice demanded.

“I’m sorry, it was just so wonderful up there that I didn’t want to leave,” Bull said with a half
grin on her face.

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face, what do you think this is, a game?” Alice screamed.

She reached down and grabbed one of Bull nipples and twisted. Hard.

Alice was a stoned sadistic mistress and she wanted to let her friend know it.

She didn’t want Bull to forget that she was the one who had started this whole scene and 
she was the boss.

It was her pussy, so to speak, and they had to play by her rules.

“Alright, June, you’re doing very well, there’s just one more little test and then the audition
will be over,” Alice said.

Alice felt that the situation was getting a little out of hand.

She liked to keep complete control of all her ‘scenes’ and she knew how wild and 
unpredictable her friend could be.

She regretted even letting the little bitch in on this one.

Alice could be a good pal and a fun time but deep down she was a stone cold twisted 
bitch.

And she was pissed now, pissed at Bull for not pulling out of that cunt when she was first 
told to.

Alice decided to put Bull through a little heavy stuff to teach her a good lesson.

“Alright, June, you’ve done very well, and now I want to see how you do on reaction 
shots,” Alice said as she helped June out of the latest device.

“Oh, that would be wonderful, really terrific, I want to do some reaction stuff,” June 
gushed, lapping up all this praise.

“Good. So we’re going to put Miss Black into the next device and when she is we’ll have 
you play the role that she was just playing,” Alice explained.

“Wait just one little minute I didn’t come here to be put in any of your crazy devices,” Bull 
protested.

This made Alice really angry, her loud mouthed friend was about to blow the whole gig.

Alice stormed over to Bull and grabbed both her nipples and twisted them hard.

“Listen, you little no-good bitch, I don’t want to hear another word out of you, do you 
understand that?” Alice said.

She looked into Bull’s eyes with her own, and they were blazing with unspoken threats.

Bull suddenly realized just how seriously Alice took all this and she felt a little afraid.

This wasn’t just game playing for Alice, this was the real thing.

“Yes, I understand,” Bull said quietly.

She was actually afraid of her friend and she didn’t want to do anything to anger her.

“Good little bitch, I thought you would. Now, don’t you think that’s it’s only fair that we 
give June the benefit of a full audition, the chance to show her talents at reaction?” Alice 
asked in a voice that hissed with intensity.

“Yes, I agree that is only fair. After all, that’s what the director sent me over here to do,” 
Bull said.

Alice could tell that her friend had finally caught on to the rules, which were play along or 
suffer.

“Good, I’m glad to hear you say that. Now, June, grab her legs and pretend that I’m the 
leader of the terrorists and I’m ordering you around,” Alice spit out.

June quickly obeyed. She grabbed Bull’s hot legs and helped Alice drag her across the 
room.

They dragged her over to a large board of wood which was standing straight up.

There was a strange metal device attached to the top of the board.

“Grab the bitch’s hair and stand her up, make sure her head goes into the metal part,” 
Alice said.

Alice could feel her pussy getting hot all over again.

There was nothing she loved better than ordering around a bunch of naked women.

She loved the fact that she had two naked slaves at her mercy, not one.

She loved the fact that she was finally teaching her pushy pal Bull who was boss.

She looked at Bull’s hot naked body, so shapely, so well cared for.

The skin seemed to glow with health, actually it glowed from expensive creams and 
treatments.

Her tits were spectacular, full and firm and beautifully shaped.

Alice reached out and rubbed her hands over the tits roughly.

She grabbed those tits like they belonged to her.

June was reacting up a storm, looking at Alice as if she really were a terrorist. June did as 
she was told and grabbed Bull by the hair and lifted her into the device.

There were two metal claws that came out from the board near the top.

They cut into Bull’s tits and prevented her from moving.

Had she attempted to move the claws would have tom her tits to pieces.

The metal device that her head was slipped through also held her in place.

Bull couldn’t believe how those sharp metal claws felt against the flesh of her tits.

It was an incredible sensation and not altogether unpleasant.

“Alright, June, I want you to grab some of that wire, we’re going to have some fun with 
this bitch’s tits,” Alice growled.

She loved the way that June. reacted to everything she did.

The sad little actress was really giving the performance of her life.

“Alright, mistress, I have the wire, what should I do with it?” June asked.

Bull gave Alice a look which said ‘how far is this going to go?’...

Alice gave her a look right back which said ‘as far as I want it to, bitch’.

“I want you to take that wire and wrap it around her nipples and then through the holes 
on the bottom of that metal,” Alice ordered June.

June walked over to Bull and shyly ran one length of wire around the older woman’s large 
left tit.

Bull winced in pain as the wire cut into the tender flesh.

But Alice noted with approval that her nipples were large and aroused.

June then ran the wire up through the left hole on the metal pole.

“Now wrap the end of the wire around this weight,” Alice ordered her.

She handed June a twenty pound weight and June wrapped the end of the wire around it.

“Alright now let the weight fall,” Alice said, her pussy getting hotter.

She knew that the wire was too short to reach the floor and that the twenty pound weight 
would be pulling on the nipples and causing a great deal of pain.

“Jesus Christ, wait a minute, you’ll pull me nipple off!!!” Bull screamed.

Alice grabbed a whip and walked over to Bull and slammed the whip handle into her 
pussy.

“Shut the fuck up, you little cunt!!” Alice screamed.

Bull looked at her friend with new eyes. She had never realized before how deeply Alice 
was into all this S&M shit.

She was truly afraid of her friend for the first time. She was afraid of that strange gleam in 
her eyes.

“Yes, mistress,” Bull said quickly, not wanting to anger her further.

“Go ahead, June, drop the weight,” Alice ordered the willing supplicant.

June let the weight go and it fell towards the floor. It stopped with a jerk when the wire ran
out.

Bull screamed with pain as her nipple was pulled upward through the hole in the metal 
pole.

She had never felt anything so painful in her entire life. She was sure that her nipple was 
going to snap right off.

Alice watched with a super heated pussy as that nipple was stretched out.

Alice loved nipple stretching, she thought it was one of the hottest things going.

“Good work, June, now repeat the same process on the other nipple,” Alice said. Alice 
reached down and rubbed her own cunt a few times and she moaned with delight.

This was a really hot scene and she was really getting off on it.

June quickly obeyed the ‘terrorist leader’, which is actually what Alice was, if you think 
about it.

June wrapped the wire around the right nipple and then ran the wire through the hole in 
the metal pole and then she tied another weight to the end of the wire.

“Should I drop this weight too?” she asked Alice.

She was so eager to please, to get the role that it was pathetic.

“In just one second, first let’s look at the difference between the two nipples for a second,”
Alice said.

She loved the way the two nipples looked in contrast. One all distended and about to snap
off.

The other nipple was firm and rosy and erect. They made an exciting pair.

“Kiss those two nipples and then drop the weight,” Alice said.

“You want me to kiss the nipples?” June asked.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it? Now kiss those nipples, slave bitch,” Alice growled.

She then whipped June once smartly on her firm and luscious ass.

She watched with growing excitement as red welts appeared on the milky skin.

June knew that she had to obey the terrorist’s orders.

She leaned in and kissed and licked the two nipples.

Bull moaned in pleasure, the girl’s lips felt so hot on her burning nipples.

“Oh, yeah, that feels so nice, so warm, so hot,” Bull purred.

She was forgetting all her pain in the excitement of those kisses.

“Now drop that weight,” Alice said coldly, not wanting her friend to have too much 
enjoyment.

June dropped the weight and the other nipple was pulled up and distended.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh, shit, that hurts,” Bull screamed.

She was really pissed at her friend for putting her through this.

Alice knew how much money and time and effort Bull had put into her tits to keep them 
so beautiful.

It really pissed Bull off that she would abuse them like this.

“Alright, June, stand back now and look at the slave bitch,” Alice ordered the actress.

June was acting, or reacting, up a storm. She was looking at the tortured tits with look of 
absolute terror on her face.

“How does that feel, you little slave bitch, are you willing to become a slave to the P.L.O.?” 
Alice demanded.

She wanted to keep up the charade for poor June’s sake.

“No, never, never, never,” Bull said, acting up a storm herself.

Bull was starting to like the way her nipples felt all pulled and painful.

They were starting to throb with a wonderful pain that was shooting down to her pussy.

She just wished that June was down there lapping at her cunt lips.

Bull was getting really hot, that’s for damn sure.

She looked at Alice, with her leather boots and her hood and her tit harness and she got 
even hotter, and then she looked at June, hot June with her huge tits and her shaved cunt and
her head started to swim with desire.

Bull could feel her pussy heating up to the boiling point and she felt a desperate need to 
come.

She had to have an orgasm to relieve the terrible tension that she felt.

Alice grabbed her whip and walked over to her bound and vulnerable friend.

She rammed the whip handle up Bull’s pussy and started to fuck it.

“How does that feel you little captive cunt, how does that rough whip handle feel up your 
pussy?” Alice demanded.

“It hurts, oh, it hurts terribly,” Bull lied.

She really loved the way the whip handle felt up her cunt, it was so rough and it did 
fantastic things to her cunt flesh.

“Will you agree to become a member of the P.L.O. now?” Alice screamed.

“No, never, I will never sacrifice the integrity of my country,” Bull said. .

She also didn’t want to risk having that whip handle pulled out of her cunt.

“What do I have to do to you to make you become a P.L.O. member?” Alice demanded.

Alice was giving one hell of a performance herself. She was laying it on thick.

“I have a terrible confession to make, mistress,” Bull began.

“Ah! Now you will confess that you are a spy from the C.I.A.. I am glad that you are finally 
seeing the light,” Alice crowed.

“No, this is something even worse then being a spy, this is something very terrible,” Bull 
went on.

Alice wondered what the hell her friend was up to now.

“Tell me, I demand that you tell me what it is you must confess!!”

June was watching all this and reacting like crazy.

In her tiny little brain she actually believed this charade.

She actually believed that Alice and Bull were taking note of her reactions and deciding 
whether or not to cast her in the film.

She had her hands over her mouth and her eyes wide in the classic look of horror.

It read very phony, very actressish, very artificial.

In acting less really is more. It just doesn’t look real when you ham it up.

Spencer Tracy said it best when he said ‘remember your lines and don’t trip over the 
furniture’.

What he meant was, don’t do too much, just play it simple and true and easy.

And the old Spence was one hell of an actor, wasn’t he, though.

Of course, another great actor, James Cagney, would really tear a passion to tatters with 
his manic energy.

But, if you watch his films you will see that in spite off all his energy he never does ‘takes’, 
those overblown reactions that second rate actors rely on.

And ‘takes’ were just what June was dishing out at the moment.

Of course she thought that she was putting Sarah Bernhardt to shame with her emoting.

Little did she know, poor creature.

She was like the other thousands who pour into Manhattan every year, armed with lots of 
dreams and very little talent.

“I said that you must CONFESS!!” Alice screamed.

She rammed that whip deeper into the cunt and moved it around so that it would rub all 
the cunt surfaces.

“I will, I will confess, I am a lesbian!!” Bull said with great drama.

Although Bull milked this line, she did it with a certain inner honesty that made it ‘play’.

That was because she was a talented actress and knew what she was doing.

She knew that you could overdo a little bit if it was really anchored in truth.

That is the style that Bette Davis and Katherine Hepburn favored.

They both tended to over-act a little bit but it all worked because they really believed in 
what they were doing.

Even thought it was a little bit larger than life, it was real and true.

Of course, actresses can get away with over-acting more than actors can.

It’s the same in life, woman are more flamboyant and men are more stoic.

That’s why actresses can get away with larger acting than actors can.

Any actor who tried to get away with some of the stuff that Davis and Hepburn pulled 
would be run out of the business.

“You are a lesbian!-!??” Alice asked in mock shock.

The two friends were really starting to get off on their little charade.

They exchanged a quick wink as they watched the mounting shock on June’s face.

For once her shock was real, June was becoming very confused.

This was certainly the strangest audition that she had ever been to.

Alice could sense that June was starting to come down from the drug and wonder what 
the hell was going on.

Alice realized that it was time to bring this thing to a close and get rid of the girl.

“That’s right, baby, I’m a dyke and I want to get my pussy licked,” Bull spit out with pride.

“If she licks your pussy will you become a member of the P.L.O.?” Alice demanded.

“You bet your sweet ass I will,” Bull shot back.

“Get down there and lick that cunt, slave,” Alice ordered June.

June hesitated, her brain unclouding and trying to come to grasps with the situation. She 
whipped June on the ass to make her see she meant business.

June fell to her knees in front of Bull’s cunt and started to lap it.

Bull started to moan and within a minute she was orgasming, her whole body shaking with
female ecstasy.

As soon as Bull was through with her screaming orgasm, Alice took her out of the device.

“That was a very good audition, June. Don’t you agree, Miss Black?” Alice said.

“Oh, yes, it was an excellent audition. I’m going to give her a very high recommendation to
the director,” Bull said.

Alice led the three of them to the outer office and they put on their street clothes.

“Thank you very much for coming in on such short notice,” Alice said to June by way of 
dismissal.

“Oh, it’s my pleasure. When would I hear if I do get the part?” June asked.

Her face was a mask of pathetic confusion.

She was coming down from the drugs and she wasn’t sure if she had actually experienced 
what she thought she had experienced.

“Soon, dear, soon,” Alice said coldly, picking up some papers and going through them.

June walked to the door, her brain tied in knots.

“Goodbye, dear, you did very well,” Bull said with a tight little smile.

“Thank you, thank you so very much,” June gushed.

June put her hand on the door and turned the handle.

“Oh, and one thing, June,” Alice tossed off. “Yes, what’s that?” June asked, hope lighting up
her face.

“Don’t call us, we’ll call you!”

CHAPTER EIGHT

As soon as June was out that door Alice and Bull collapsed in laughter.

“You are genius, my cupcake, an utter genius, you had that girl bamboozled eight times to 
Tuesday,” Bull roared.

“Well, tartlette, you sure didn’t mind having her lick your clam, or licking hers yourself for 
that matter,” Alice shot back.

“Oh, pumpkin pie, that was a divine time, it really was, although I must admit that you 
threw me for a bit of a loopette when you got so damn serious,” Bull said.

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“Well, fig leaf, I told you that I took this stuff seriously,” Alice said.

“Yes, banana split, but I didn’t know that you meant that seriously.”

“Well, marzipan, I do take it very seriously, I live for it,” Alice shot back.

“But, hot fudge, you can get in a lot of trouble if you take that stuff too far,” Bull said with 
concern.

When Alice heard those words ‘a lot of trouble’ she froze.

She was terrified of any mention of trouble, she had those murders on her mind.

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“Don’t look so upset, carrot cake, I simply mean that if you find some girl who’s playing 
with a full deck, which this gal wasn’t, well they might not take it sitting down, or should I say 
tied up,” Bull cautioned.

“Listen, key lime pie, you mind your p’s and q’s and I’ll mind my pussies and tits,” Alice 
said, wanting to change the subject.

“Sorry, I just wanted to say a word to the wise, molasses melt,” Bull said.

“Thanks doll, and now I’m very tired, it’s been a hellish day and I want to get home and 
sack out,” Alice said.

She was sick of Bull and sick of her office and sick of being alive.

Alice felt a great wave of depression sweep over her.

It happened all the time, for she suffered from chronic depression.

Poor, ha, that’s a laugh, for Alice was a cruel bitch, but she did suffer from depression, that 
most devastating of diseases.

All the doctors in America agree that depression is at an epidemic level in this country 
today.

Something has soured in the great American Dream, something has gone very wrong.

One would think that someone like Alice, with lots of money and success, would be happy.

But she wasn’t. Not at all. Because the American Dream is a fraud, a scam, a lie.

There is more to happiness than money and success, in spite of what People and a slew of 
other cheap magazines would have you believe.

They will make you feel inadequate if you are a nobody.

Well, don’t let them, goddamn it!!

If you have love in your heart and health on your side and enough bread to kill the bill 
collectors away, you can be happy on this planet. Never forget that.

Don’t let all the commercials get to you, don’t let all the cheap articles in the cheap 
magazines make you insecure.

You are a beautiful, magnificent human animal, you are Godly.

Within each and every one of us lies the power to be happy, we have only to seize it.

And the way to seize it is through the power of love.

If you love someone and someone loves you, you don’t need all that other shit.

You have something more powerful and more beautiful than all the world’s billions.

But alas poor Alice (there I go again, poor, ha!) had no love in her heart, only ice.

I suppose it isn’t completely her fault, it wasn’t her doing that brought on that terrible 
deed that hot Texas afternoon.

But she never tried to come to grips with the hate in her heart, she never tried to rise 
above it.

She went with it and she loved her black heart and for that there is no mercy. Bull and 
Alice said good night to each other and went their separate ways.

Bull was starting to have some real doubts about Alice and resolved to stay away from her 
for a while.

As for Alice she decided that she hated Bull.

Oh, sure they shared a laugh now and then, but she didn’t trust the older woman.

Bull’s remarks about being dressed to kill had really upset her.

She resolved never to see the dyke bitch again.

Alice took a cab home. She leaned back on the seat and watched the city go by.

She half wondered what she was still doing in New York.

She had enough money to leave, to move back to her beloved South.

At first she had loved the excitement and the energy of New York, but all that had worn 
thin.

The only thing that really interested Alice any longer in life was torture and SAM sex.

The only thing over which she felt she could summon up any energy, any joy was the 
torturing of young women.

She paid the cabbie and entered her apartment building.

“Good evening, Miss Reed,” the old doorman said with a little bow.

“What the hell is good about it?” Alice shot back with venom.

When Alice Reed was in a nasty mood, look out world!!

And she was a real bitch on wheels tonight. Alice marched into the elevator and pressed 
the PH button.

She got off and walked over to her apartment door and opened it.

She was glad to be home!! At least she enjoyed her penthouse.

It was a real beauty, with huge rooms and a wrap around balcony.

Alice immediately mixed herself a large drink and went into her bedroom and sprawled on
the bed.

It was a massage bed and she pressed a button and the bed started to vibrate. “Six grand 
for this piece of shit!! I feel like I’m getting seasick,” Alice cursed as she switched the damn 
thing off.

That was the pity of Alice and so many other Americans.

She worked like a dog to buy these absurd gadgets and once they had them they got no 
pleasure from them.

No wonder people get depressed. The ads make us believe that we will be happy if only 
we have all these material things.

And so we slave to buy them and when we have them they bring us nothing but bills.

Alice looked up at her mirrored ceiling. At least my looks are holding up, she thought with 
some small satisfaction.

Alice was really thinking about leaving the goddamn city and starting over somewhere 
else.

She had been to New Orleans the year before and had liked that town.

It was romantic and tropical and laid back and she thought that she might find a less tense
life style down there.

Alice was in a real funk. She was so depressed that she was half considering suicide.

But Alice knew that she was too strong of a person ever to take her own life.

Alice decided to take a little inventory of her life.

She thought about her friends. She had a lot of ‘business’ friends but not a single real 
friend who she could feel relaxed with.

She thought about her job. The initial thrill had long since worn off.

She thought about her bank account. Nice and healthy.

She thought about her sex life. It was a lot of trouble but well worth it.

And then she thought about the two murders that she had committed.

Alice broke out in a sweat. Those murders haunted her.

She thought of the two girls, their bright eyes and trusting faces, and she was soon 
seething with self hatred and guilt.

“I did it to avenge Dad!!!” Alice said out loud into the gloom of her empty apartment.

Alice wondered why she had ever taken a place so big. It was absurd.

It was so hollow and lonely and spooky almost. She decided to put it on the market 
tomorrow.

Alice was pretty much coming to the decision to clean up her affairs and leave New York 
City behind her.

She was still a fairly young woman. She had a strong resume.

She knew that she could make a new life for herself somewhere else.

A new life and a better life. A life that had some meaning.

Some meaning besides sexual torture that is. And then it happened.

It always happened to Alice when she was thinking deep thoughts.

She would start to think of a young girl tied up with her pussy exposed.

She would start to think of a ripe pair of tits with their nipples twisted.

She would start to think of a humiliated and degraded young girl.

She would start to think of the look of terror on a young girl’s face.

She would start to think of all the pleasure that she got from pain.

And then her pussy would start to heat up and all her depression would lift.

She would find something to live for, something that she cared deeply about.

Something that gave her life meaning and made it exciting.

Alice flung off her clothes and stretched out on the bed.

She threw her legs apart and exposed her pussy to the warm night air.

She reached down and spread her pussy lips wide open.

She felt the air rush into her cunt and tickle the tender tissues.

Alice reached down and started to rub the tender flesh with her fingers.

She shuddered with delight as she rubbed the sweet cunt flesh.

Alice’s mind started to invent a fantasy for her.

Her twisted brain wanted to think up something really exciting, really new that would 
make her pussy steam with heat.

Alice imagined that she was a general in the army.

She imagined that she had just led her armies to victory over the enemy, the terrible 
Germans.

She was now to question some German girls to see if they had been spies and should be 
killed.

Alice gave out a great sight. She was getting a hot sex fantasy going and nothing in this 
life made her feel batter.

She snuggled down on the bed and threw her legs even farther apart.

She reached down and rubbed her hot cunt and felt the tender tissues respond.

She reached up and rubbed her tits and squeezed her nipples and she moaned with 
arousal.

She imagined her large tent on the battlefield where the German girls would be brought.

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“Yes, bring in the first girl for questioning,” Alice ordered her aide-de-camp.

She felt herself becoming excited as she waited for the young German girl to be led into 
the tent.

General Reed knew that she must show the girl no mercy, that the future of the free world 
was at stake.

Alice struck a wide legged stance, with her crop in her hand.

“This is the first prisoner, General Reed,” said her aide-de-camp, leading a frightened 
young child into the tent.

“Very good. You may leave now,” Alice ordered.

The aide left and now Alice was alone with the young girl.

She was only about sixteen, a buxom thing with red hair and freckled skin.

She glowed with wholesome vitality, with fresh youthfulness.

“Hello, what is your name, please?” Alice said.

She wanted to give the girl every chance to come clean.

“My name is Rebecca, Rebecca Schimdt,” the girl answered.

Alice could see how nervous and frightened the girl was and this made her happy.

“Alright, Rebecca,-do not be afraid, I will not hurt you if you tell me the truth. Tell me what 
you know about German troop movements,” Alice started with.

“I know nothing,” Rebecca answered without missing a beat.

“You lie! Do you deny that your father is a general in the German army?” Alice asked in a 
sterner voice.

“No,’ I do not deny that, however, I know nothing about troop movements,” Rebecca said.

“If your father is a general than you know something about troop movements.”

“No, I must disagree, I know nothing,” Rebecca said.

“You must not disagree, you must tell me the truth or I will have to force the facts out of 
you,” Alice cried.

“Then you will have to do just that, for I know nothing of troop movements,” Rebecca.

She was being very tight lipped and German about the whole thing and this only served to
fuel Alice’s rage.

She was a general and it was her duty to find about German troop movements.

Alice stormed across the tent and tore the girl’s peasant blouse off with one swipe.

The girt wasn’t wearing a bra and her luscious little tits came into view.

General Reed could feel her own tits heating up as she looked at the girl’s.

They were not large tits, not yet anyway, but they were firm and rosy and white.

Their nipples were sweet and full and very rosy indeed.

“Now, you see that I mean business. Where are the troops?” Alice demanded.

“I know nothing about any troops,” the girl repeated.

Alice reached down and took one of the girl’s tits between her thumb and forefinger.

She grabbed that nipple and she twisted. Hard. Very very hard.

The girl’s face became a mask of pain. She screamed.

Alice slapped her across the face and continued to twist that nipple.

“Didn’t your father at least teach you not to scream?”

“My father taught me nothing, that is why I know nothing about troop movements,” the 
girl said.

There were tears in her eyes and she was starting to sweat.

“You are a bad liar, Rebecca, and you will force me to be very harsh on you,” General Reed 
said in a clipped voice.

“You will have to, for I know nothing,” the girt insisted.

Alice was furious. She reached down and tore the girl’s skirt off and then her panties.

Now Rebecca was naked in front of General Reed. Naked and very vulnerable.

She was one hot sight, this young German girl.

Her tits were sweet and glowing, her waist was thin and her hips very female.

And she had a sweet young pussy,, a swelling mound covered by a wispy red bush.

Alice reached down and grabbed that pussy in her fist and she squeezed.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh, that hurts so much,” the poor girl cried.

“Good! It is supposed to hurt and you will get much worse if you do not talk,” Alice 
growled.

“I cannot talk, for I know nothing,” Rebecca said through clenched teeth.

“Then I will have to start to really torture you,” General Reed said coldly.

She dragged the frightened and naked girl over to a strange device that she had in the 
tent.

It was shaped somewhat like a bench, only it wasn’t a bench, not a bench that a normal 
person would sit on, anyway.

“Lean over, you silly little German slave,” Alice ordered her.

“No,” the girl said simply and with great pride.

Alice slapped her across the face with all her might.

General Reed wasn’t about to take any more of this shit. No way.

She pushed the girl down on the bench and then reached under her and yanked her ass 
up.

She pulled up a little plate that was .hinged to the bench.

This metal plate had two little spikes sticking out from the sides.

General Reed reached down and spread the ripe young pussy lips.

She pulled the outer pussy lips out and rammed the spikes through them.

Rebecca screamed in pain.

Her pussy flesh was impaled on the spikes.

Farther down on the bench were two fierce looking dildos.

One was aimed right for Rebecca’s cunt and the other right for her asshole.

“Now, Rebecca, tell me where the troop movements are or I will lower this plate and you 
will take the dildos up your cunt and asshole,” Alice intoned.

Her won cunt was burning under her uniform.

She wanted to see that dildo split that pussy and ram that ass.

She wanted to go all the way with her sex torture.

She wanted to break this child and make her talk.

She wanted to go down in history as the greatest general who ever lived.

“I can tell you nothing because I know nothing,” Rebecca said in a voice that was choked 
with pain.

“Then you leave me no choice but to ram these things up your tight holes. Are you a 
virgin, Rebecca?” Alice asked..

“Yes,” the girl answered, her body quaking with fear and covered with sweat.

“What a pity then for your future husband that your pussy will be used and tortured.”

“Please, I beg you, if you let me go I will try to find out some information for you about 
troop movements.”

“You expect me to fall for that line. No, you must tell me the information now.”

“But I know none.”

“You are lying. You tee your father every day. You hear talk at the dinner table. You must 
tell me the truth,”

“I am telling you the truth, I know nothing,” Rebecca said, her voice tense with fear.

“Then you leave me no choice but to bust your cherry with this dildo,” General Reed said.

She would show the girl no mercy, all is fair in love and war.

And S&M.

“Oh, I beg you, no, please don’t do that, I beg you, you will ruin me for life,” Rebecca 
screamed.

“Do you really think that I care about that? You mean nothing to me,” Alice spit back.

“But think of my husband to-be, you will break his heart,” Rebecca pleaded.

“Then you must tell me what you know about the troop movements,” Alice repeated.

She was running out of patience with this stupid girl.

She looked at the girl’s hot and luscious twat with the spikes running through it.

She looked at that tight asshole, all rosy and puckered.

“I know nothing about troop movements!!!” Rebecca screamed frantically.

Her poor pussy was pulsing with pain and she was screaming with fear. “Then I must ram 
you with these two huge dildos. I must split your female flesh and cause you terrible pain,” 
Alice said.

She rubbed her own cunt through the fabric of her uniform.

General Reed stood above the girl and started to force her hips down towards the dildos.

Closer and closer that pussy came to that monster dildo.

And then Alice Reed’s phone rang and her sweet dream was shattered.

CHAPTER NINE

Alice felt like cold water had been poured on her face.

She shook her head quickly and reality flooded back over her.

The phone continued ringing and she cursed it.

She had been so into her General Reed fantasy and she was pissed to be tom from it.

She grabbed the phone and barked into it, “Hello!”

<<< IMAGE 09 >>>

“Hello, I hope I’m not disturbing you, is this Miss Alice Reed?”

“Yes, it is, who’s this?” Alice asked, calming’ down a little.

“My name and is Faith Becker and I’m the head of the Christian Charity Home for Girls up 
in Highland, New York,” the voice began.

“Yes? What can I do for you, Faith?” Alice asked, suddenly quite interested.

“Well, I got your name through the grapevine, so to speak. I just wanted to invite you up 
to show you the wonderful things we do here with the girls. Of course, I won’t pretend that 
we’re not raising funds, however, we really do like to show women with an interest in girls’ 
welfare how we do things,” Faith purred into the phone.

“I see. Well, I certainly am very interested in any place that helps poor unfortunate orphan 
girls and the like. But, can I discuss one thing with you?” Alice began.

She suddenly felt wide awake and very interested. Very interested.

“Of course, anything at all, Miss Reed.”

“Please, call me Alice, Faith, I insist,” Alice purred back.

“Of course, I’d be honored, I really would, Alice. Now_ what did you want to discuss?”

“Well, it’s discipline. I won’t beat around the bush, I think so many of the homes for girls 
today just don’t give them enough discipline,” Alice said.

Her pussy was still hot from her fantasy and this was doing nothing to cool it down.

“Oh, Alice, I absolutely couldn’t agree with you more, that’s why I want you to come up 
and see how we discipline the girls up here at the Christian Charity Home, we are very strict 
with the girls. Very strict,” Faith answered.

Her voice was velvet but their was steel underneath it.

“Now, Faith, this is beginning to sound very interesting, very interesting. I would love to 
come up and see your methods and if I approve I would certainly consider making a donation 
so that you can keep up the good work,” Alice said.

Her pussy was feeling mighty hot. Talk about discipline always did that to it.

“Why, Alice, that’s just what I was hoping you would say. When you like to come up and 
visit?” Faith asked.

“Well, unfortunately, I’m very busy this week casting a new play but I’m free over the 
weekend,” Alice answered.

“Well, why don’t you just shoot on up here this Saturday,” Faith suggested.

“That sounds just Fine to me, Faith. Where did you say you were located?”

“We’re up in Highland, do you happen to know where that is?”

“No, Faith, I can’t really say that I do. Highland, Highland, Highland?” Alice said, trying to 
place it* “We’re up on the west bank of the Hudson, across from Poughkeepsie, you know the 
Poughkeepsie, the home of Vassar, which was such a good school, until they started letting all 
those men in,” Faith said.

She said the word ‘men’ in the tones most of us use for the plague and Ayatollah 
Khomeni.

“I know that was a terrible pity, wasn’t it? Well, listen, Saturday sounds just fine to me. I’ll 
rent a car and drive up. Should I take the Thruway?” Alice asked, picking up a pencil and 
paper.

“That’s right. Alice, take the Thruway to Exit 18, New Paltz, and then take Route 299 East 
for four miles until you reach Route 9W, then take 9W North for one mile and you’ll see our 
driveway on the left. We’re up at the end of the drive. We have very good security but I’ll leave
your name and you shouldn’t have any trouble,” Faith said, her voice very excited.

“That’s sounds great, Faith, I’ll leave first thing in the morning. How long will the trip take 
me?”

“Oh, it will be under two hours, that’s for sure.”

“Do you suppose you’ll have any bad girls that need to be disciplined on Saturday?” Alice 
asked gently.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Alice, I’ll see to it that we do,” Faith purred into the receiver.

“Oh, Faith, that’s so good of you. See you Saturday then,” Alice purred back.

“Oh, wonderful, I do so look forward to it,” Faith closed with.

“Bye bye then, dearest,” Alice said before she hung up.

Alice smiled broadly. Suddenly the world looked a whole lot better to her.

She reached into her bedside table and pulled out a seconal.

She popped the little pill and drifted off into a sweet dream.

The rest of the week went quickly for Alice. She threw herself into her job with renewed 
vigor.

She felt fantastic and all her co-workers were once again amazed at her talent and energy.

The producer was so happy with her casting suggestions that he even gave her a bonus.

Alice lived only to torture pussy and since she knew that she was going to have a unique 
opportunity to do just that, the whole world looked rosy.

She went over what she imagined the Home would look like in her mind over and over 
again.

She imagined a dark and foreboding place where the girls were whipped silly for the 
slightest misbehavior.

She imagined the girls tied to their beds at night and wailing with pain.

She imagined that if they had to take a piss they were told to just do it in bed and then 
they had to spend the night wallowing in their own urine.

Alice would think these thoughts as she worked and they made the day fly by.

Saturday arrived and Alice bounded out of bed like a teenager.

She got dressed quickly and took a cab over to the car rental agency.

She was feeling so up and wild that she rented a Cadillac.

She felt absolutely fantastic as she crossed the George Washington Bridge and headed up 
the Palisades Parkway for the Thruway.

The Palisades Parkway is a beautiful road, with no trucks allowed and beautiful 
landscaping.

It was built during the Thirties, in the Golden Age of the automobile, when ‘motor touring’ 
was all the rage.

It was designed to make driving a pleasure and it certainly succeeded.

Alice felt so great as she tooled along that she broke into song.

Soon she reached the Thruway and started to make her way upstate.

Upstate New York is a whole other ballgame from the city.

It has far more in common with, say, Iowa, than it does with he city.

It is a land of small towns, rolling hills and farms.

The people who live there rarely travel down to the big city, which they distrust.

In all her years in the city, Alice, like many New Yorkers, had never driven up this way.

She was really enjoying the education that she was getting.

She was amazed that it could turn so rural so soon out of the city.

It seemed that she was only about half an hour from town, but there wasn’t a tall building 
or a factory in sight.

Nothing but endless rolling hills and forests as far as the eyes could see.

She saw a group of deer by the side of the road and her heart leapt with excitement.

In no time at all she was at the New Paltz. She pulled off the Thruway and paid her toll.

She followed Faith’s directions and was soon at the Home’s front gate.

There she was stopped by a mannish looking woman with a badge on.

“Can I help you?” the burly woman asked coldly.

“Yes, my name is Alice Reed and I have an appointment with Faith…”

“Oh, you’re Miss Reed, go right ahead, you’re expected,” the woman said, suddenly warm 
and smiling.

Alice pulled the car through the gates and headed up the long and twisting drive.

It was spectacularly beautiful, set on the bluffs of the Hudson River.

There were beautiful views up and down the river that were breathtaking.

Up ahead Alice saw the main building. It was just as she had imagined it, dark and 
foreboding.

She felt her pussy start to tingle as she thought of all the girls inside.

She pulled the car up in front and hopped out.

She was walking towards the building when a very handsome woman of about forty 
appeared.

This woman had a strong stride and she was next to Alice in seconds.

“Alice Reed, I presume,” she said extending a firm handshake.

“Yes, and you must be Faith Becker,” Alice said with a smile.

“How right you are and welcome and come in,” Faith said.

Alice noticed that the woman had a full figure under her tailored clothes.

Alice followed Faith into the building. It was cold and clammy inside.

“We like to keep it a little uncomfortable inside, it keeps, the girls from getting spoiled,” 
Faith said. She looked at Alice with a strange gleam in her eyes.

“I think that’s a very good idea,” Alice agreed. She felt that girls were far too spoiled these 
days. They had the world handed to them on a platter.

“Would you like a complete tour or shall we get right to the discipline room?” Faith asked 
with that same gleam in her eyes.

“Why don’t we do a quick little tour and then on to the discipline room?” Alice suggested.

She wanted a few hors d’oeurves before the main course.

“That’s a splendid idea!!” Faith Becker exclaimed.

Faith was one of those tweedy American women who seem to think that they’re actually 
British.

She spoke in a clipped and accented tongue and she wore worsted clothes.

She just screamed English and yet she had been born in the Bronx.

Faith led Alice through the mess hall, the library, the dormitory and the gym.

There were little knots of girls all over and they all seemed terrified of Faith Becker.

Which is just the way that Faith Beker liked it.

The girls were very pretty and well shaped, by and large, Alice noted with approval.

“The reason the girls seem so loose today is because this is Saturday and there are no 
classes,” Faith explained.

“Then they have the whole day free to do as they please?”

“Oh, goodness no, hardly. We have a very structured program on Saturday. But this is still 
Saturday and this is considered free time,” Faith explained.

“I see. I do hope that you don’t give them too much free time,” Alice said.

“Exactly four hours per week!!” Faith said proudly.

“Yes, I would guess that’s all that they can handle,” Alice ventured.

“Many of them can’t even handle that.

Yesterday during the fifteen minutes of free time that they have on Friday, I discovered 
one of the girls smoking a cigarette,” Faith said.

She said ‘smoking a cigarette’ as if she were saying ‘eating her own young’.

“That is such a nasty habit, I do hope she was punished,” Alice said.

“Not yet, but she will be. She’s in the discipline room right now,” Faith said.

“Very good. Then I’ll be able to watch when you discipline her,” Alive said.

“You will be able to both watch and participate if you so choose,” Faith said.

The two women looked at each other and both of their faces gleamed in that strange way.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or something before we go to the discipline room?” Faith 
asked.

“That would be nice,” Alice said. She could use a cup after that drive.

She followed Faith to her private suite.

“I have a large collection on the history of discipline and young girls. Would you like to 
look at it?”

“Yes, I would like to very much,” Alice said quickly.

Would Alice Reed like to look at discipline pictures? Is the Pope Polish?

Faith handed Alice several heavy leather bound volumes and then disappeared into the 
little kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.

Alice opened the books and looked at the pictures.

They were absolutely extraordinary and Alice became very aroused.

There were pictures of girls tied up with ropes that looked like they were almost a hundred
years old.

There were pictures of girls being disciplined in every imaginable way.

They were tied “and bound, they were dragged behind cars, tied to trees, whipped, 
humiliated, tortured, degraded and abused, They were subjected to the most incredible 
perversions.

“What do you think of my little collection?” Faith asked as she brought in the trays with the
coffee.

“I think it is very interesting,” Alice said, rubbing her pussy slightly.

“Yes, isn’t it interesting? So important to discipline girls well,” Faith agreed, rubbing her 
own pussy.

The two women had brought their sadistic lesbianism out into the open now.

They both knew where the other was at and they were happy to meet a fellow traveler.

They sipped their coffee and looked at the collection.

“Would you like to see some of the outfits that I have for discipline?” Faith asked.

“I would love to, Faith,” Alice said quickly.

She was amazed at how similar her sexual yearnings were to Faith’s.

This was the first time she had met another woman who was turned on by the exact same 
things that she was.

Faith walked over to a large closet and flung it open.

Inside were hanging a half dozen leather and rubber outfits.

Alice could feel her cunt go crazy just looking at them.

“Faith, those are absolutely beautiful!!!” Alice said with great sincerity.

“Why, thank you, Alice darling,” Faith said proudly.

“May I wear one?” Alice asked, beside herself with excitement.

“Of course you may, my dear, we’ll each put one on and then we’ll go to the discipline 
room,” Faith said.

The two women looked at each other with growing excitement.

They both started to undress. They weren’t really interested in each other’s bodies, 
although they did take passing notice of them.

Faith had a very firm and mannish and English body, no flab, no nonsense.

They both stood naked for a moment, openly looking at each other.

“Take your pick,” Faith said finally, pointing to the outfits.

Alice chose one of black rubber which she quickly slipped into.

Faith choose one of black leather and in no time both women were in their bizarre 
uniforms.

“Come on along now, dear, shall we go have some fun!!” Faith asked in English way.

“Yes, let’s!!!” Alice agreed, picking, up on the clipped style.

They set off down the dark halls ; rtf the home, two strange birds-if .ever there were two.

Faith led Alice to a staircase way in the back of the stone home.

It was a spiral staircase and it wound, down, down, down into the very bowels of the place.

“This is where the discipline room is, down in the dungeon,” Faith said with a little giggle.

Alice giggled right back. On one level they were little schoolgirls doing something wrong 
and having a grand time doing it.

They finally reached the bottom of the staircase and came to a long and dark hall that was 
wet underfoot.

They reached the end of the hall and there was a large wooden door.

Faith pulled out an ancient looking key and opened the door.

The two women stepped into the eerie room and closed the door behind them.

Alice could see nothing, her eyes were adjusting. But she could hear little whimpers of fear.

“In a minute you’ll be able to see. We have three girls down here at the moment, three 
very naughty girls. Here at the home, we always try to make the punishment fit the crime. Can 
you see yet?” Faith said.

She was chattering away as if she was leading a guided tour of Canterbury Cathedral, not a
dungeon of horrors where helpless young girls were sexually exploited. “Yes, I can see pretty 
well now,” Alice said.

She could make out three cowering figures in three different corners of the room.

They all seemed to be chained to the walls and Alice felt her pussy heat up.

They were all naked and they were all huddled and whimpering.

“The first one that I will show you is Clara. Clara was discovered with a of Playgirl in her 
room, masturbating over a picture of a male organ. Isn’t that the most disgusting thing you’ve
ever heard of?” Faith said.

“Certainly one of them,” Alice agreed.

Faith walked over to a large breasted girl in the corner and Alice followed.

“Clara has been down here for three weeks now. We have been giving her daily injections 
of female hormones. Since she is so eager to have horrible sex with a male we thought we’d 
let her know what she’s in for,” Faith said.

Her voice was no longer that of a kindly guide. It was now the voice of a witch.

As her eyes adjusted further, Alice could see that Clara was tied with ropes and that her 
breasts were horribly swollen from all the hormones.

Faith bent down and grabbed one of the tits. She squeezed it hard.

Clara screamed in pain. It was obvious that her breasts were incredible swollen and 
sensitive.

Faith continued to squeeze that huge tit and milk started to come out of it.

Faith brought her face down to the tit and drank some of the milk.

Then she brought her face up and spit the milk in the child’s face.

Clara screamed in horror as her eyes were stung with her own milk.

“See, that’s what you’ll get if you keep looking at boys’ disgusting organs,” Faith said.

Things were getting strange in that dungeon.

CHAPTER TEN

Clara shuddered with fear. It was obvious to Alice that Faith had these girls very well 
trained.

They were all very afraid of her.. They all quivered in her presence.

Alice could feel her own cunt getting hotter by the second.

She reached down and rubbed her pussy through the black rubber of her outfit.

“Why don’t you chew on Clara’s other nipple for a minute?” Faith suggested.

Alice didn’t have to be asked twice. She walked over and chomped on the other nipple.

The poor girl was having both her nipples sucked by the sadistic women.

And they made no attempt to suck them gently. They sucked them roughly, biting and 
nibbling on the swollen and engorged flesh.

Clara was whimpering with pain and horror at what was happening to her.

Alice could feel herself starting to draw milk from the swollen nipple.

She sucked the milk deeply and then she actually swallowed it.

She then fell to her knees and buried her face in the girl’s luscious young cunt.

She pulled the cunt lips apart and started to lap at that sweet pussy meat.

Faith pulled her face away from the nipple and spit more milk into Clara’s stricken face. 
She then grabbed Alice’s hair and pulled her out of the tight teen quim.

“Come along, Alice, we have two others who are to receive more serious punishment,” 
Faith said sternly.

She wanted Alice to know that in this dungeon she was the only boss.

Alice understood this policy completely, she felt the same way in her secret chamber.

<<< IMAGE 10 >>>

She followed Faith over to the next girl, a well built blond of about fifteen years.

“This is Helen and she was caught smoking, which is very forbidden,” Faith said.

Helen was chained to the walls and she was whimpering with fear.

“Now, Helen, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson about smoking, it is very bad for a 
girl of your age,” Faith said sweetly.

But under that sweet voice there lurked a deadly cobra.

Faith leaned down and tied black leather strips around Helen’s ankles and wrists, securing 
them together.

She then attached the strips to a chain which was hanging down from the ceiling.

She then pulled the other end of the chain and Helen’s legs and arms were pulled 
upwards.

The poor girl was now totally helpless and vulnerable.

Her hot young, teenage pussy was totally exposed to whatever Faith wanted to subject it 
to.

Faith brought up the tip of black leather boot and ground it into the pussy.

Helen cried out with pain. Faith loved to hear those sweet cries.

Faith then walked over to a corner of the dungeon and returned with a large metal pipe 
rounded at one end.

“Alright, Helen, since you like to have cigarettes in your mouth so much, I’m going to give 
you something else to keep that mouth busy,” Faith said.

First she took a small piece of wire and tied either end around Helen’s two nipples.

She then pulled the wire taut and forced the two nipples so close together that they 
almost touched.

Then she. slid the metal pipe up between the tits and into Helen’s mouth.

It was a thick pipe and it filled her mouth and made it very painful.

At the opposite end of the pipe were two sharp metal spikes.

Faith put these spikes right into Helen’s pussy.

There was now a line of tension between Helen’s pussy and her mouth.

Every time that she moved her head even the slightest little bit, it caused the spikes to dig 
into her tender cunt flesh.

“There, Helen, we’ll leave you like that for a few days and see if that teaches you not to 
smoke those nasty cigarettes,” Faith said coldly.

Faith then walked over to the third figure whimpering in the dark and damp dungeon.

“This is Lois, she was caught with a hair brush, which is not allowed,” Faith explained.

Lois was a very pretty girl with long and glowing hair.

No wonder the poor child wanted to brush it, it was so beautiful.

“Lois, you were a very bad girl to have, brushed your hair like that. I have to teach you a 
good lesson,” Faith said.

She unshackled the girl and dragged her over to a strange wheel-like device.

It looked like one of those industrial wire spools.

Faith grabbed the terrified girl by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

She pushed her into the space between the two ends of the spool.

She then clamped her on with two metal poles which she secured.

Covering part of the spool was a wooden cover that was lined with fierce looking black 
rubber spikes.

They were made of thick black rubber and they were hard as rubber can be, which is damn
hard.

“Alright, Lois, since you saw fit to brush your hair, I’m going to have to brush your body,” 
Faith said.

Both of the older women were very sexually aroused.

They often reached down to rub their own pussies and their tits.

Things were really getting hot in that dank and dark dungeon.

Three young girls were being abused and used and degraded and tortured.

Three young pussies and six young tits were being punished.

Alice and Faith were both rubbing their own cunts and openly moaning.

They were making no effort to hide their arousal from the girls.

Faith reached down and played with Lois’ pussy a little bit.

Alice followed her lead and did the same thing.

It was mighty hot down in that sex dungeon.

Young girls.

Naked.

Torture.

Tits red and bruised.

Pussies spread and vulnerable.

Black leather boots up pussies.

Wired nipples.

Engorged tits.

Swollen pussies.

Black rubber clothes.

Black leather clothes.

Black leather against pussies.

Black rubber against pussies.

Female torture cunt juice.

Females dominating females.

Nothing but hot pussies.

No men allowed.

Black leather dominatrix.

Black rubber dominatrix.

The room smelled of hot pussy.

It smelled of leather and rubber and female juices.

The room was electric with female sex, with female sexual need.

The room was tingling with female S&M energy.

With the need to dominate, to torture, to humiliate, to degrade.

Alice and Faith wanted to make these poor girls suffer in the name of their sexual arousal.

They were two sick, twisted sisters.

They didn’t care who they hurt, who they fucked up.

Nothing mattered to them but satisfying their sadistic perversions.

“Alright, Lois, get ready to get your body brushed with some stiff black rubber,” Faith said.

Her voice, her whole body was electric with female sexual arousal.

Alice moved in closer, she wanted to get a good look at this action.

She wanted to see that black rubber run over those tits, that pussy, she wanted to see that 
girl suffer.

“Please, I beg you, don’t do it, I’ll be good, I won’t brush my hair again.”

“It’s to late, Lois, you should have though of that before you started,” Faith shot back.

“Please, Miss Becker, please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt my body!!”

“But, my dear, I want to hurt your body,” Faith said in calm tones.

She slowly grabbed the handle on the wooden spool covering and began to run the 
rubber spikes over the girl’s body.

Alice and Faith watched with steaming pussies as the spikes went over the girl’s huge tits.

They left deep red marks in their wake and the girl’s screams were chilling. Both Faith and 
Alice moved in closer, wanting to see everything.

They both thought those teen tits looked hot as hell all red and glowing.

The rubber spikes rolled over the girl’s belly and down towards her sweet pussy.

Her tits were glowing red with pain.

She was screaming and crying.

The other two girls were whimpering, huddled up with fear and dread.

The spikes went down over that pussy and Lois screamed louder.

Faith and Alice watched as one of the longer spikes slipped right into that teen twat.

That pussy looked mighty good with a thick black rubber spike up it.

Faith reached down and grabbed the base of the rubber spike and moved it around.

She heard the girl moan and thought she detected a hint of pleasure on her moans.

She then worked the spikes down over the girl’s well shaped legs.

Then she brought the spikes clear around the spool again and ran them over the girl 
again.

By this time her whole body was red and glowing.

Alice had tore off her crotch plate and was really working on her pussy.

She had reached up into herself and found her clit and she was going to town on it.

She loved the way those spikes looked as they raked over that luscious young body.

“There we go, Lois, I hope that this is teaching you a good lesson,” Faith said.

Now her voice sounded strangely kind* and calm.

After running the spikes over the girl’s abused body one last time she took the girl off the 
spool.

She laid her down on the damp floor and sat on her face.

“Eat my cunt, Lois, eat it good and I’ll let you out of the dungeon,” Faith said.

Those were the only words that Lois had to hear.

She started to eat that cunt like she starving to death.

She lapped at Faith’s hot pussy for all she was worth.

She wanted to get out of that dungeon so bad she would have done anything.

Faith had a hideous grin on her face as she ground her pussy into that young face.

She pulled her cunt lips apart and really covered that girl with her quim.

She started to breath very heavily and Alice could tell that she was near to coming.

“Why don’t you make Clara eat you out, dearie?” Faith suggested in her best English guide
tones. Alice decided that that was a damn good idea.

She walked over to Clara and sat on her face.

She started to grind her enflamed pussy into the girl’s face.

Clara was so far gone that she didn’t know what was happening.

She found Alice’s clit and started to nibble on it.

The two dominating witches were getting their pussies eaten by tortured slave girls.

Faith and Alice just kept grinding away and then they both orgasmed.

They then got up and calmly walked out of the dungeon.

They just left the abused and terrified girls in their positions.

They didn’t care what the girls thought about it.

To them the girls existed only to satisfy their sadistic pleasures.

Alice followed Faith back to her suite and they had another cup of coffee. , They had a 
lovely discussion about the price of fabric nowadays.

Alice then wrote out a check for five hundred dollars and left.

She had a lovely drive back to the city.


THE END
