by Paul Preston
Keeper of the Keys: Lady Alabaster, please stand and face the wall. I hear Master V’s footsteps approaching.
The servant helps the Lady to her feet and takes the whip in his hand. As the cell door opens, he whips the lash lightly across Lady Alabaster’s shoulders. Master V enters the scene.
Master V: I see your training session with my lowly servant has begun. I wish you had listened to me earlier, Lady Alabaster. I use an expert hand in my discipline sessions, just enough for my trainees to feel both the pleasure and the pain. I’m afraid my servant here shows no such restraint. I fear he may leave a permanent mark of your fair skin. Also, the brute has been known to lose control and take sexual advantage of his victims afterwards. I may not be able to stop the animal from molesting you. It is not too late, Lady Alabaster. Wouldn’t you like a handsome and well-bred man to wield the whip against your tender flesh, rather than this deformed mute?
Using the end of a riding crop, Master V lifts Lady Alabaster’s chin and turns her face toward him.
Master V: Lady Alabaster? What is your answer?
Lady Alabaster insolently moves her chin away.
Lady Alabaster: I’d rather be given away to a dog than to have you touch one hair on my head. You are the brute, not him.
Master V: I see. Well, you are a sassy wench, aren’t you? As you wish. Hopefully this will teach you a lesson in subservience, Lady Alabaster. Proceed with the whipping, servant.
As Master V watches, the servant clutches Lady Alabaster’s hand at her side and holds it firmly as the whip snaps down upon her skin. To protect her from pain he makes sure that only the tips of the lash kiss her skin and not the full length of the whip. He presses her arm downward and Lady Alabaster sinks to her knees. Master V kneels beside her and whispers softly in her ear.
Master V: I’ve given you fair warning, Lady Alabaster. My servant is a monster without a heart. After a session with him, I’m sure you will see light of reason and come to me for further instruction. Keeper of the Keys, when you are finished disciplining this wench, wake up our sleeping princess, Lady Magrette. Chain the two pretty slaves together by their lovely ankles and bring them to me to warm my bed for the evening. High born ladies should be wrapped in satin sheets at night, rather than lie like animals on the cold floor of this cell.
The servant nods to Master V and he stands up, towering over Lady Alabaster with his riding crop at his side.
Master V: The training sessions are nearly over for our sleeping princess. Her coach is coming to pick her up tomorrow a changed woman, compliant and ready to please her husband. There is just one final lesson which you can assist me with, Lady Alabaster. A husband often finds it stimulating to observe his wife in the throes of passion. A sexual encounter with another man is, of course, out of the question and breaks one of the Ten Commandments. Though I’m not a biblical scholar, I don’t remembering reading anything in the Good Book that forbids contact between two willing young women. I trust you will find this evening’s festivities enjoyable. Tomorrow, I will be able to give you my full attention, Lady Alabaster. My wrist twitches in anticipation.
Master V picks up Lady Alabaster’s limp hand, tenderly kisses it and leaves the cell.
Keeper of the Keys: My Lady, are you harmed?
Lady Alabaster: No. I’ve had far worse lashings from my husband and my Father before him.
Keeper of the Keys: I apologize for whipping you, My Lady. I was afraid if I didn’t do it at least once in his presence, he would have whipped you in a far more painful manner. I’m sure he would have taken advantage of you as well after the whipping. He had that look in his eye I’ve seen many times before. I know my place in this world, but I will not allow Master V to defile you. He’ll have to kill me first before he touches a hair on your head, My Lady.
Lady Alabaster turns to him and places his hands upon her swollen breasts. She gives the servant a long deep kiss with her tongue.
Lady Alabaster: You are a good and honorable man, sir. I know you were protecting me from him and it was kind of you. What’s more, when my husband has whipped me for his pleasure, I have felt nothing but disgust for him. But when you lightly lashed me with the whip just now, I felt something altogether different.
Keeper of the Keys: What, My Lady?
Lady Alabaster: The whip aroused me. Shall I show you?
Lady Alabaster guides his fingers in and out of the opening of her moist flesh.
Keeper of the Keys: You are…
Lady Alabaster: Yes?
Keeper of the Keys: So wet inside...
Lady Alabaster: I am wet for you and you alone, my good man…
Lady Alabaster kisses him tenderly. The servant unchains her ankle from the wall, removes his robe and embraces her. He picks her up and she wraps her legs around his back and her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly. Slipping easily inside her, the servant repeatedly thrusts himself into her womb while holding her against the brick wall.
Lady Alabaster: You make love in a virile fashion, My Lord.
Keeper of the Keys: My Lady…
Lady Alabaster: Never before have I been pinned against the wall in this manner. You make me want to do all the bad things my husband has always wished of me. I think I want to do them right now, but to you, sir. Would you like that, My Lord?
Keeper of the Keys: My Lady, if you keep talking in that manner I may lose control.
Lady Alabaster: You may finish inside me any time you wish, sir. I am happy to accommodate you.
Keeper of the Keys: It’s been so long for me… I can’t hold back.
Lady Alabaster: Then let go, My Lord. Come inside of me. I want you to.
Keeper of the Keys: My Lady…
With a final deep thrust, the servant releases his seed inside of the Lady Alabaster, trembling with pleasure. They kiss tenderly and he lowers her slowly to the floor. She sits in his lap, her arms around his shoulders as they talk.
Keeper of the Keys: Did I hurt you, My Lady?
Lady Alabaster: Not at all. It felt good to have you inside me, so deep…
Keeper of the Keys: I am happy for the first time in my life…
Lady Alabaster gives him a long kiss and brushes her fingers through his hair.
Lady Alabaster: If only we could be together on the outside.
Keeper of the Keys: If I leave, they will have my tongue removed, or perhaps worse. But I have a plan for your escape.
Lady Magrette stirs and begins to wake up. The servant whispers into Lady Alabaster’s ear.
Keeper of the Keys: Come with me to Master V’s bedchamber. Allow yourself to be kissed and stroked by Lady Magrette, if that is what the Master desires. After he falls asleep, I will help you get away, before Master V ever lays a hand on you. I have some money hidden away, which I have stolen over the years from Master V. I want to give it all to you. It yours.
Lady Alabaster: No, sir! I couldn’t—
Keeper of the Keys: I insist, My Lady. My life ended when I was caught with the crust of bread. But your life has just begun. Perhaps you can slip out of town unnoticed and start a new life. I will get you out of here, I swear to you. I will free you from this dungeon, Lady Alabaster.
Lady Magrette fully opens her eyes and turns away in horror upon seeing the servant’s scarred ugly face.
Lady Magrette: No!
Keeper of the Keys: Lady Magrette, I will not touch you and I mean you no harm. The Master wishes your presence in his bed chamber. You must come along with me.
The servant links both ladies together with a chain around their ankles and helps them to stand.
Lady Magrette: Please, don’t take me back to him.
Keeper of the Keys: It will be warm there and more comfortable for you than in this cell. And if you obey the Master this one last time, your husband will come here tomorrow and bring you back home.
Lady Magrette: He will?
Keeper of the Keys: I promise you, Lady Magrette.
Lady Magrette: Thank
you, sir. You have been kind to me here.
Keeper of the Keys: Come, My Ladies.
The servant leads the two naked women out of the dungeon and down a dimly lit corridor.
So that was our big scene in our second and final film together. Farnsworth didn’t really direct us in the film. He just stood in the background and kept the camera rolling as Elizabeth and I worked out our own moves quite spontaneously. I can’t believe I was able to pick her up so easily back then and hold her in my arms against the wall as I made love to her. Now I hardly have the strength to raise a glass to my lips.
I described the rest of the film briefly to Mr. Bergman. After escorting the two beautiful ladies to Master V’s bedchamber, my character was instructed to tie Lady Alabaster’s wrists and ankles securely to the posts of the bed. Master V directed Lady Magrette to give Lady Alabaster pleasure with her tongue. I stood near the bed and watched the languorous scene unfold. Lady Magrette attended to Elizabeth quite tenderly, kissing her fluttering eyelids and lips and then licking slowly down from her mouth to the tips of her puffy nipples. I could see Elizabeth give herself over to the feeling of pleasure as Delores kissed over her lower torso and down to the shimmering moist folds of her sex. Delores appeared to be quite comfortable with expressing her attraction to another female. She sucked lovingly on the swollen nub of Elizabeth’s clitoris and Elizabeth writhed underneath her. I admit to becoming aroused watching Elizabeth’s thighs twitch as she experienced a series of trembling orgasms. Afterwards, Lady Magrette sat on the edge of the bed while she gave oral sex to Master V and swallowed his issue. Then Master V cuddled up between his two submissives for the night, one hand over each lady’s breast.
In the last scene I silently free Lady Alabaster from her bondage and help her escape from the dungeon. She kisses me once quite tenderly, holds my cheek for a moment and then escapes. As soon as Elizabeth leaves, I slice my neck from ear to ear with a knife and collapse to my knees with a smile on my face, blood dripping down my wound…
“And cut. That’s a wrap, boys and girls,” Farnsworth said, quite pleased.
I turned to Mr. Bergman and asked what he thought of the plot in In the Dungeon of Master V. He commented that it was a trifle baroque for his taste, but said he would still like to see my acting performance in it. I told Mr. Bergman to take the video home with him and view it at his leisure. He agreed to do so.
“What happened next?” Mr. Bergman asked.
As I was wiping the stage blood off my neck I overheard Farnsworth once again ask Elizabeth out on a date. He took off his glasses and looked down at Elizabeth through strange wide eyes.
“Elizabeth, now that we’ve finished our second film project together, there is something very important I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.”
While checking the various texts on her cell phone, Elizabeth raised her eyebrows impatiently.
“What?” she asked.
“Due to the increased UFO activity in the night skies,” Farnsworth said, “it is my belief that a planetary reckoning is fast approaching. I further believe you and I will be at the celestial epicenter of these events and it is urgent that I prepare you for the significant role you will play. I’ve made a reservation this evening at a restaurant in the Gaslamp so we can discuss these matters of grave importance. We cannot wait any further to have this discussion.”
Elizabeth gave Farnsworth a sideways glance as if he were completely wacko. I noticed that both Roger and Delores were standing quite still, flanking Farnsworth, their hands clasped piously in front of them like two Disciples of Christ. I knew there was something weird going on here, other than the filming of our naughty movies. Now I knew what it was. Elizabeth and I had fallen into the midst of a cult of UFO enthusiasts.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Farnsworth, but we will have to have our little talk on some other occasion. I’ve made other plans,” she said.
Farnsworth put on his glasses and shook his head in a disappointed fashion.
“Alright, Ms. Rose, but we must discuss these matters sooner rather than later. It is a matter of utmost importance. The very existence of mankind as a species may be at stake,” Farnsworth said, ominously.
“Uh-huh,” Elizabeth said.
We picked up paychecks from Delores and got the hell out of there. Peeling away toward the 805 in Elizabeth’s car, drug dealers leered at us from their corners as we sped by.
“What was that all about?” I asked. “UFO’s?”
“I don’t know. The guy’s a weirdo!” Elizabeth said.
We looked at each other and both started laughing hysterically until tears literally dripped down our cheeks. I doubled over in the front seat laughing harder than I’d ever laughed in my life at the absurdity of the whole situation. I was glad Elizabeth was driving or I would have crashed the car for sure. Now that I think of it, it was the last time in my life I had a good belly laugh. I suppose I can say at least once in my life I laughed until my sides hurt. It was one of the most memorable moments in our short time together.
Chapter Twelve
The AVN Awards
Farnsworth frantically edited “In the Dungeon of Master V”, put a sexy topless picture of Elizabeth on the cover and had it on his shelf within a week. They sold like hotcakes. Soon he had his minions drop off multiple copies of the video in adult video stores all over Southern California and managers couldn’t keep it on the shelf. I guess seeing two attractive women chained naked to a brick wall had its appeal. In an act of whimsy, Farnsworth entered the video to be considered for the AVN Awards, the Oscars of the porn industry. After a couple of weeks Farnsworth called Elizabeth and shared the good news that she and Delores had been nominated in the category of the best girl on girl sex scene.
The award ceremony was at a hotel in Las Vegas the following weekend and though Elizabeth was scheduled to work at Express and had no interest in going, I convinced her to go when I told her I had never been to Vegas. The truth was I really wanted to go. I knew I wasn’t nominated for anything but I just thought it would be the closest I would ever come to being involved in a project that won an award, even if it was questionable one. We spent the stipend money Farnsworth paid us to book the fancy hotel and Elizabeth helped me pick out a modern sleek suit to wear which I purchased at Express with her employee’s discount.
I enjoyed the ride out to Vegas, though Elizabeth was unusually quiet. She said she needed to use the ladies room so we decided to stop for gas and snacks at the next exit. I asked her if there was anything troubling her and she just gave me a very tender kiss, smiled, shook her head no and held my hand. When we got back into the car she confessed she had just gotten her period and had to change her tampon.
“Oh. Are you in any pain?” I asked.
“No, just a little uncomfortable,” Elizabeth said.
“Would you like me to drive?” I asked.
“No, you’re sweet to ask, but I don’t mind driving, Edward.”
She looked over at me, smiled and held my hand in the cushion of her bare thighs. I never felt more like her boyfriend than at that moment. I sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the ride, my hand resting on the soft warm flesh of my girlfriend’s thigh. My girlfriend…
After we checked in and played a little video poker, we got changed and met Farnsworth, Roger and Delores for dinner before going into the theater to attend the award ceremony. After we ordered our entrees, Farnsworth spoke to us. First, he told us how proud he was of receiving an AVN nomination in only our second movie together. Though he thought he was getting better at it as he went along, Farnsworth humbly admitted to not really knowing how to direct a film and credited our talent alone for the success of “In the Dungeon of Master V”. The professional lighting equipment he rented had helped, he confessed. Farnsworth told us he wanted to begin filming the next video right away and we were all to be cast in it, “even De Niro here,” he added, smiling at me. I suppose this time Elizabeth wouldn’t have to do a sales job to get me in the picture or th
reaten to quit the production if I didn’t get cast. I guess the “method acting” that caused the commercial failure of “The Monastery” had been all but forgotten. It was now water under the pornographic bridge. Peter Farnsworth Productions was now clicking on all cylinders.
Farnsworth said he wrote a new movie called, “The Mermaid” about a man named Roy who falls in love with an actual mermaid after going through an emotional breakup with his girlfriend. Farnsworth believed in the existence of mermaids and in fact claimed to have actually seen the tail of one swimming near the Imperial Beach Pier once.
“As far as I am aware, there is not an erotic movie on the market about the documented occurrences of mermaid/human interaction,” Farnsworth told us in complete earnestness.
I looked over at Roger to see if he cracked a smile. Though he was getting fairly plastered on Scotch and Sodas, Roger also had a serious look on his face, mirroring Farnsworth’s expression. Delores sat silently, nursing a glass of white wine and listening to Farnsworth respectfully. I looked over at Elizabeth and she appeared to be lost in thought, looking down into her ice tea and twirling her cocktail straw. I wondered what was on Elizabeth’s mind. I had never seen her act so somber, so distracted. Of course, I realized it was another implausible and totally ridiculous idea for a movie, but I didn’t exactly have anyone calling me with other offers. I wasn’t even getting calls to audition for a social protest play in the underground bohemian theater scene in San Diego anymore. So what did I have to lose?
In the Mermaid movie, our fearless Leader explained, Roy, his sister and her boyfriend, spend a weekend together at the beach house while their parents are away. Everyone thinks Roy is crazy after Roy claims to have seen a red-haired mermaid whom he names Ariel, of course. I hoped Farnsworth hires a good attorney when the Disney lawyers start calling.