Original subtitles

Now love has bound me, trembling hands and feet.

Oh, love so fatal, love so bitter.

Her

name

is Jennifer Bradley, age 24.

occupation, photographer.

She is an only child and comes from a small town 70 miles to the north of San

Francisco.

In many ways, Jennifer is like thousands of other modern young women.

But in one important way, she is quite different.

Jennifer has never had a satisfactory relationship with a man.

As a result of this void in her life, she has devoted herself entirely to her

work and achieved a fair amount of success.

Photography is work she enjoys.

Bye -bye.

She finds her work stimulating, but occasionally recognizes that she does

something in her life.

At times such as these, Jennifer makes an effort to be normal.

Normal. But indeed, what is normal?

Jennifer can only guess.

In contrast to Jennifer, Belinda is a girl who never craves what is normal.

An examination of her background would suggest the beginnings of assortedness

which now fills her present life.

She is a complete wanton who makes no attempt whatsoever to control her

Her depravity has led her into a dark and rank alley.

Belinda is not a happy person.

She is one who exists from thrill to thrill.

Belinda is a photo model, a sort which poses for the center's spread.

She is a lazy girl, and when she is unable to find a man or a woman to

her, she makes her living as a model.

Belinda is a strange sort of exhibitionist.

Belinda and Jennifer had never met before they were immediately attracted

another

No.

Jennifer had booked the number of female models, but none had had the same

strange effect on her that Belinda called.

Belinda was all sensuality, playfully sexy, wild, female.

Jennifer meant to hide her desires by busying herself with her work at hand.

But it was very evident to her that she never felt this way before.

She was aflame and pleased and distressed at the same time.

She knew she could not resist this strange sensuality.

Jennifer's night of ecstasy had ended.

She was led into the strange bound of sex by the officiant Belinda.

But morning brought with it the cold, harsh light of reality.

To Jennifer's surprise, it was not unpleasant to face it.

That morning she found she was anxious to be done with the work.

She wanted to be with Belinda.

The work took her to many unusual places.

But today everything was more vivid, more exciting.

He was almost through with her silence, all through the days he had taught about

Belinda.

Belinda was pleased with herself.

She had found someone who cared for her.

This was not the first time anyone had taken care of her.

Indeed, Belinda coveted the role of kept woman.

It meant she no longer had to work.

This time she was sure she had some real security.

If Jennifer earned a good living, Belinda liked him.

They were on their way to see a show of special thought that wouldn't be viewed

by the average person.

Jennifer and Belinda were both very happy for entirely different reasons.

But nevertheless, their high spirits were ambivalent.

The club was located on a dark side street.

It was a place for girls only.

Its clientele included the freakish sort of exhibitionists, as well as girls

like Belinda and Jennifer.

As different as they were in appearance, they all had one thing in common, and

that was their craving for desire.

It was a new world for Jennifer, but for the depraved Belinda, the surroundings

and the entertainment.

We're all too familiar.

deserved. Naturally the whole thing was meant as a rather voluptuous joke and no

one was meant to get hurt.

It was a lively sort of fun.

and more humorous, or perhaps ludicrous.

It was bizarre and prominent.

Belinda grew more and more stimulated by what they were watching.

made certain pointed remarks about the act.

She apparently enjoyed such an exhibition and its effect on her was

She was growing very amorous.

Jennifer no longer felt ill at ease.

She felt as though she belonged among such people, since they and she were

alike.

Jennifer decided to leave the city for the weekend.

It would be the first trip she had taken with Belinda.

Jennifer had arranged to use a friend's cabin in the mountains for the love

triumph.

And they were so delighted to be away from the noise of the city, they were

exuberant.

They both were relaxed in these pleasant surroundings.

This tranquility foreshadowed the tragedy that would overtake their lives.

But on such a fine spring morning, neither girl thought of anything

Life was a happy game when you had a companion you cared about.

It was good to be alive, to be young and filled with desire.

Indeed, Belinda was a strange girl.

Her desires were even more strange.

Jennifer could refuse her nothing.

She participated with a strange sense of curiosity mingled with desire.

She would allow Belinda anything that made her happy.

And in truth, Belinda's four bows were harmless enough.

But even such reasoning could not completely subdue the sense of distaste.

Jennifer felt deep down.

She could not help but feel shame, even though she hid it very carefully.

She knew this relationship was wrong, and it was this knowledge that blackened

her waiting moments.

It was the physical which bound her to Belinda.

Emotionally, she was possibly sickened by the behavior of this board.

Thank you.

a skilled practitioner of sapphic love.

Jennifer was carried to a fever pitch.

A strange, distasteful love aroused in her a sense of completeness as though it

were meant to be, as though she were born for this.

Such moments her physical reactions overcame the warnings of her conscience.

She lost all sense of decency.

Another girl had known the ecstasy Belinda had to offer.

She was called Jolly.

Jolly had kept Belinda.

They had been rather happy until Jolly's money had run out.

Belinda left.

Jolly was crazed.

She could find no one to interest her. She frequented the same gay bars.

But nothing distracted Jolly.

The acts were no longer entertaining.

She watched without seeing.

It was in the strange world of forbidden offbeat love that Jolly tried to

recover herself.

But the voice she heard inside allowed no return from misery.

The strange, saccharine world of the bazaar, with its flashing lights and

flashing sexes, was a sack.

Jolly drank and watched.

Later, Jolly would act out her role in a saccharine tragedy.

Thank you.

was young and lovely.

Jolly noted the fact that these days more and more young girls were throwing

their lives away by entering the sickening twilight world.

The girl's voluptuousness was wasted on Jolly. She craved no one but Belinda.

Belinda, a wanton bitch whom she loved and so hated.

The girl Jolly was watching was younger and far more desirable than Belinda.

Yet nothing could make Jolly forget Belinda.

Jolly was at last drunk enough to do what she planned.

It was crazy, but Jolly was beyond amazing.

She found out about her rival, Jolly now nothing more than a pathetic, crazed

animal, confronted Jennifer.

She grew more and more hysterical, as she called Jennifer a whore, a wanton

bitch.

She had not meant for this to happen.

Perhaps she had.

No matter.

The result was the same.

She was none.

And no longer cared what became of her.

Thou shalt thou lie forever and forgotten.

For whom the flowers of song have never bloomed.

What are you reading?

A book about love.

What's that all about?

It's just about two chicks making it together.

I don't believe in half of those things anyway.

They're sick.

Sick lesbian love.

Well, I don't know about that.

It's love.

I've had some good experiences with love.

Men and their love, mainly, though.

They're not so bad. I've had a couple good ones.

The first love I had was pretty good. It spoiled me rotten.

Served me breakfast and bed.

Did all kinds of nice things.

But as usually, goofed up at the end. They all do.

Yeah, I had one that was really great.

We lived together for two weeks.

Two of the most wonderful weeks of my life.

Yeah. Well,

it was to me.

served me breakfast in bed as well, took me out to the nicer places, treated me

gentle, was considerate of me. Mm -hmm.

He seemed to know what happened.

It's a typical story. Everybody knows it. You know, the second he got that

marriage license in his hand, he was like, typical.

Right. He owes me.

Yeah, right. They ask you to do everything for them.

Afterwards, right? They won't do anything for you, but before that,

Breakfast in bed and everything.

Wow.

You know, it's funny, too. I can name almost, well, just about every kind of

experience that I've had, and yet almost every one of them is identical with the

bad things I've had with men.

Like, for instance, well, the thing in bed.

You go with a guy, and he's like... He wants to please you, he doesn't, you

know, stop until you're satisfied, and this, that, and the other.

And then all of a sudden, when he's got you, and he feels like you're deeply in

love with him, he starts in with the unshaven beard.

Mmm, I love that.

And sweating on top of you and never using deodorants.

And hurting you, and he doesn't really care because he's...

So full of his own damn passion, he's turned to an animal.

Women are so much cleaner.

Really. Like men are like pigs sometimes. Wow.

Well, a woman has to be for the kind of love she has.

That's true.

Maybe that's why I prefer women.

Well, I think we're a little softer and a little gentler.

We appreciate each other's bodies more. I don't think there's anything prettier

than a woman's body.

Not only that, but the sex thing lasts much longer.

Oh, really?

And it's not right afterwards.

Right?

Right, right.

I can't stand that. You know, like you're ready for fondling and kissing.

Gentleness. Right, right.

Rather than hurry up and off he is and that's it. Like I'm satisfied and to

with you, right?

Oh, well, Jen.

I wish people understood it more.

It's a shame that we're not accepted by the public. It really is.

Well, each individualist, I think, is that way.

You know, these stupid books they write on us, honest to God, the illustrations

are terrific.

The pictures are beautiful.

You know, the positions, the whole thing.

But the language they use and the things they describe is just not true. It's

not like us at all.

Yeah, but I sure like those positions.

Yeah, aren't they beautiful?

They really turn you on.

Look at this one.

I bet I could do as well.

I don't know. I don't think we've tried that one.

Hello?

Hi, Jen. How are you?

Fine.

What?

I'd love to go.

Sure.

Well, where will I meet you?

Oh, I can hardly wait to see you. I really miss you.

It should be a beautiful place.

Yeah?

Of course.

Yes.

I love you.

I love you with all my heart.

I can give you a thousand reasons why I love you.

They're not all coming out of my mouth. They're in my heart.

Because I like to kiss you.

Kiss your body and your breasts.

Your nice, firm, well -developed breasts.

Feel the nipple come up on end from your passion.

Kiss your thighs.

I love you very much.

Yes, we do. We have a lot together.

We have each other.

It means a lot to me, too.

No. No, I don't think I could ever find anyone else.

You're all that this world means to me.

Well, thank you.

Oh, don't talk like that.

in my studio.

This is a very nice place.

Yeah, I like it.

You take a lot of pictures of your friends in here?

Mostly friends.

Like you're going to take pictures of me, huh?

Yeah.

How often do you take pictures?

Constantly, but I don't always do them in here.

Yeah?

You know, I've never had anyone ever take pictures of me.

Something you don't often do. I mean, you never know who's around or who's

to see you.

There's nobody up here but us.

Well, who's going to listen to you?

You got any bugs in here?

Hang on. I wouldn't have brought you up here if I had bugs in my place. Come on.

This is an undercover place, you know.

Where are you? You're, you know, you're supposed to be taking pictures.

Well, I mean...

How do I know you're really going to take my picture? How do I know you're

going to do something else like you're going to mail my name into some

authorities and say that I, you know, that I don't wear the right clothes or I

sometimes talk with a lot of uhs or something?

I mean, how do I know you're really straight with me?

I'll give you the pictures.

Is that fair enough?

Sure. Okay, stand over there.

Let me set up the lights.

Hey, I like you.

I like you.

Why don't you sit down right there where the pillows are?

You think I'll take your head?

Yes. Okay.

The pillows?

How's that? Can I throw the silly ball away? I mean, you really don't need

do you? Throw it to me.

like the way you're posing. Haven't you ever posed before for a photographer?

How about this?

That's nice. Yeah, I like that.

What do you do with pillows and

balls and things like that?

I see what you photographers do all the time. You throw pillows at each other.

Hey, hey, I've got a good dog.

I've got a better idea. Why don't you take your shirt off, you know, and let

have the ball and be casual, you know, like I want casual pictures.

You want to take my shirt off? Yeah.

What? What do you want me to take my shirt off for? Hey, none of that. I just

want to take pictures.

Do you think maybe I can take one of your pictures?

Huh?

Would you like the camera to take a picture of me?

Yeah, why don't you take your shit off?

Well, what do you think? I invited you up here. Well, why did you invite me up

here, huh?

Look at you. You chicks think you can walk down the street and take off anyone

you want and just bring them up to your place and have them take off your

clothes and you don't even take off... You're all the same thing. Every time I

bring someone up here, they want to rape me. What the hell is it with you

people? Take off your clothes and let me see you. Take off my clothes. You're

the photographer.

Now let me see you. If you want to take a picture of me, you've got to take off

your clothes, and that's how you take a picture of me. All right, but stand over

there while I take the picture, you know?

I don't know. Who are you?

I'm a photographer. Who the hell do you think I am?

I've never brought anyone up here like you.

Yeah? Are you afraid of me or something? No, but what do you think of me?

I mean,

just exactly who are you? I mean, you bring me here and you tell me to take

my clothes. Do you want me to take off my pants too?

No. Do you want me to take off my pants?

Put your pants back on. Please, don't take your pants off.

Well.

Hi, Carol. Put it on, will you please?

Carol? Yeah, I was just calling to confirm the appointment for this

Who are you going to send over?

Belinda?

No, I've never heard of a Belinda Frazier. Is she any good?

Yeah, well, she better be. Better than the last one you sent over.

Yeah, for 3 o 'clock.

Okay, yeah. I want just the regular. You know, the bras, the panties, the garter

belt, the whole thing. Black.

Make sure she has black hose.

And she's got to be able to turn me on. You know, like that's what they want.

Okay, three o 'clock.

Right. Thank you.