There was a barely audible gasp that went through the dark room that was rapidly getting stifling hot. Nancy didn't notice the gasp or the heat. She didn't notice anything for every fiber of her being was locked in fierce concentration on the screen.

The masked girl grinned cynically. "She loves it. She asks us to do it to her. Remember, this is the Scorpio Sex Rites." Her grin was wanton and evil as she looked right at the camera and asked, "Who is the victim? What is pleasure? Look at the girl!"

Dramatically, she stepped aside and the camera saw the girl on the bed, her legs split obscenely wide, one arm over her eyes. Her ripe young cunt was swollen and split wide, the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks quivering under the strain. The girl's naked breasts were heaving in a barely contained lust. Hilda's voice went on while the camera zoomed slowly in for a close-up of the girl's wetly ready vagina. "This girl likes being degraded. She's not an actress. She is a friend, a disciple of Scorpio Sex Rites." Hilda's lips twisted mockingly as the camera swung to her face. One gloved hand cupped the hugeness of one breast and velvet-covered stagers began pinching one taut nipple. "We learn to acquire pleasure through shame. This is no ordinary film. This is a film about a way of life, a way to pleasure. A way to…" and she hissed the word… "Ecstasy."

Nancy Dodge slumped back in her seat. It was as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. She sat, open-mouthed, utterly speechless. She was watching two utterly indecent girls, posing naked and mouthing all kinds of nonsense. It was obvious to her all the talk was only an excuse for much obscenity. Only that and nothing more.

Why, then, did it all make sense?

She slumped back, stunned with the tremendous truth she knew. It was real, the film she was seeing was real. Instinctively she knew that what the girl was saying up on the screen was the truth.