Some time after I finally saw the film, the infamous film of my stepmother's prostitution to an exclusive and cruel sex circle to save us from debt and poverty, I visited a sex shop in a big city in the south.
Minding my own business, looking through the goods, I was surprised to hear a customer ask the staff for the sequel to Teresa's Torture!
Initially I thought somebody had recognized who I was and was taking the mickey. No, they were serious. Looking toward the counter, two women were there, asking the guy for it. They were mature, strict and severe looking types, the sort who might be headmistresses, or in managerial jobs in charge of other people. With them was a younger, cheeky looking girl, who must have been in her twenties.
He said they did have it, but there was only one copy left, and it was only sold to certain people. He added that if they were the right people, they would know why, and what the word was. The women all smiled knowingly, and one of them whispered something I could not catch into the guy's ear. He smiled back then and took them into the back, leaving the shop to his assistant.
I knew there was a back alley with a window that looked in to that area of the shop. It was dark now, and I went with my heart thumping into the alley. The blinds were left open and I hid behind the tree next to the window.
Being Fall and still temperate, it was warm enough for them to have left a top panel open to the air. I was able to see and hear what went on, although whether I was lucky to be able to is perhaps open to your opinion.
In the store room was a movie player and a large screen. He displayed some of the film for the three women.
To my own intense feelings of horror and disgust mingled with compelling curiosity and shameful sexual arousal, I witnessed the sight of Teresa's sequel sex film. There was indeed no mistake. It starred Mum!
I could not see everything he showed, but I saw Mum come up on the screen topless, with strange decorations around her nipples. She was saying something to the camera. I saw her smile and lick her lips, while touching and encircling her nipples with her forefingers. He flicked to other scenes.
She was in some kind of medical chair in the next scene. It looked more complex and articulate than the exam chairs one usually sees. She was stripped naked, strapped in with her legs up and spread, locked in the stirrups. What seemed to be electrodes were clamped to her red distended nipples, and Mum was having her clitoris mechanically extended by a device I cannot quite describe. I'd say it was one of those suction machines I've seen since.
It was in a clinic room, very brightly lit, with the usual cupboards, contraptions and wall posters there.
Around her stood three women I was shaken to the core to recognize. One was a stocky, red haired nurse, whom I'd known as Nurse Foxley. The second was a very strange female doctor who had always dressed in black as a punk or goth type, whom I'd known as Dr Heinlein. I've changed her name obviously, her surname was that of a different science fiction luminary.
