The next morning after the party, I found myself back at home, my car in the parking lot, and my keys lying on the floor below the mail slot in the door. I had no recollection of how I got there, nor was there any note to explain what happened. After getting into the shop late, even Marcy had no explanation of what occurred at the party and how I got home. By mutual agreement, nothing more was said about the party.

It was business as usual for the next month, then I got a call from Serena. She wanted to do another tape but "on location". Because of my past experiences, I got concerned when she said I was not to use an assistant while doing this videotape. She told me she would pay me extra to overcome any reservation I might have; I was hooked, I said yes.

Two days later, I showed up with my equipment at an old warehouse. I went up the freight elevator to the second floor as Serena had instructed me. Serena greeted me at the elevator and led me through a partition door. Beyond the door was a set dressed up like a Persian throne room. Several men and women in costumes were present, including one man dressed up as a sultan sitting on an ornate raised throne. Serena explained I was to tape the proceedings in 1 shot, as the group had already rehearsed

After a 1/2 hour, I had 2 cameras in position and checked out. I indicated I was ready and everyone took positions either on the set or off, and the "show" began. Several belly dancers accompanied Serena onto the set and performed a dance directed at the sultan. I had seen this same dance before. The only difference was that this time, at the end of a 1/2 hour, all the dancers had stripped naked except for their jewelry. At the end of the dance set, the dance troupe got up and sat to one side

The sultan got up and stood over her. He reached down and rudely pulled on her erect nipples. He spread her legs and fingered her pussy and her ass; she stayed on the ground but whimpered with each intrusion. The man then made a hand gesture to 2 men off the set. They wheeled over something that looked like a vertical open frame rack and strapped Serena into the hand and ankle cuffs which spread her arms and legs apart.

The sultan removed a riding crop from his belt and began to slap her breasts then continued down her body. He smacked her thighs and then brushed her pubic hair lightly with the crop. Serena began to moan softly; the sultan's response was to put a ball gag in her mouth. He then slapped the crop straight up into her pussy!

Serena's body tensed up and then relaxed. The sultan began to hit her all over, front and back, with an occasional hit between her legs. Sweat began to pour off her body and I think some came off my eyebrows too. He stopped the flogging momentarily and examined his work. Then he produced clamps and put them on her pussy lips and on her nipples. He continued cropping her but now he pulled on the chain connecting the clamps on her pussy instead of hitting it with the crop.

The sultan then pointed at a slim and busty dancer who was still seated at one side of this scenario. She walked over to the frame and began to lick Serena's neck and continued down her body to her thighs. The dancer stuck one finger into Serena's asshole while she licked her clit. The captive's response was to writhe sensuously in the frame. It almost seemed as if Serena was trying to belly dance while bound. I wanted to join them but was frozen by this tableau.

Faster music began to play, and then I saw the reason for the bells. When the sultan raised 1 finger, he wanted her to shake her breasts to ring the bells more; lowering, she was to ring her pussy bells; and with his finger level, he wanted more hip shaking. The sultan indicated at one point he was satisfied. He pointed one more time to some men on the set; they brought out from behind a curtain what looked like a roasting spit but the horizontal spit itself was covered in leather

The "actors" began to break up and disperse to different along the sides of the warehouse floor, where I supposed they began to change clothes and wash up. While I rewound the tapes to check the playback, I began to disassemble the camera equipment. I could not help but nervously look around as I did so. Jolema came out of one of the side rooms, dressed in a robe and looking as if she had just showered.

Jolema explained to me that Serena and herself would contact me at my studio once I had edited the tapes down from the 2 camera angles I had used. She produced an envelope as a down payment; I almost fainted when I counted out $5,000! Jolema then said, "You have 2 weeks to finish the job. In 2 weeks all will be made clear to you about your destiny." Without another word, she turned and headed back to the dressing room.

It only took about 4 days of editing to make a usable tape but for what purpose I could not imagine. Serena and Jolema had left written instructions on how to edit. My problem was: Who was this tape intended for? Business had been slow during this time, so I appreciated the generous up-front payment.

The day came when Serena called and checked to see if the tape was ready, which it was. She arrived very late in the day, about 1/2 hour before closing, which annoyed Marcy. I told Marcy to "punch out" at the regular time and that I didn't mind working later. She looked at me funny when I said it, then she winked and smiled at me.

Serena paid me another $5,000 for the tape, which made me very nervous to put it in the safe in the studio. She offered to drive me to the bank so I could deposit it through the ATM. I took her up on her offer, thinking there would be "safety in numbers." The trip to the bank was uneventful, as was the deposit itself. Serena said it would be no bother for her to drop me back off at the studio to pick up my car, but would I mind if she made a stop on the way? Of course not, I told her.

The stop was at her place, which she said she shared with Jolema. Considering a remark made by Jolema some time ago, I still thought it strange. I accompanied her up to the third floor loft. Jolema greeted us at the door, dressed in a red robe. Serena said she was going to change, and asked if I wanted something to drink. All I wanted was orange juice, which was what I got. I didn't count on whatever drug they put into the orange juice which knocked me out. I guess I never learned that lesson.

When I woke up, my hands were tied by silk scarves to bed posts but my legs were free. Jolema and Serena were both sitting in robes nearby as I awoke. Jolema thumbed a switch on a remote control sitting on the table next to her, then both women took off their robes. They were wearing diaphanous pink harem pantaloons with a bare midriff top. I heard belly dance music playing but they did not bother to dance. They both climbed into bed with me and began to lick my body from head to toe, front and

As you can imagine, I was totally blinded by lust. My balls literally were aching; I thought I would burst. I never knew exactly when they stripped naked but amidst my burning passion I could not help but notice their nudity. I lost all track of time as Jolema tongued my anus and Serena rode my cock until I exploded inside of her. I thought I had an aneurysm as my sight went black and saw no more.

I was furious. I slapped Serena, who sat next to me meekly. She offered to let me satiate my anger. I told her that making love or sex was now out of the question, but she said that it was not what she was talking about. She led me into the living room. In there, I saw she had brought some of the props from the warehouse. She dropped her robe and then leaned naked against a raised cross. "Please," she said, "do what you will with me."

I fastened her arms into the cuffs on the crossbar and added ropes around her upper arms, her waist and across her breasts. I made the ropes cross between her breasts in a figure-eight so they stood out. A spread bar between her ankles, with her feet off the floor, completed the scene. With her weight was suspended from the hand cuffs and ropes, she breathed heavily from the effort. I put a ball gag on her as well. Picking up a riding crop, I began to slap it all over the front of her helpless body

It was not enough for me. I grabbed a bag of clamps and applied them to her nipples, pussy lips and her ass. I then used the cat o'nine tails on her, hitting her across her breasts and lower body harder than I had dared before. Serena's body became covered with sweat and the marks of the whip. Her head finally slumped over. I released her and carried her limp body to the bedroom. She had still not awoken when I dressed and left the loft. I never contacted her or heard from her again.

The original tapes have been hidden. Only my lawyer knows where they are, and he won't know their content unless something happens to me. This story has been written so that if I disappear sometime around the birth of an heir to a Middle Eastern throne, at least someone will know part of the story. I hope that time doesn't come soon.

THE END