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Once back upstairs in the main house, Glenda found her heart beating rather faster than usual. And it wasn’t entirely due to climbing the stairs! She sank back into a comfortable armchair and lit a cigarette. Placed ready by her side, by Rosalie, was ‘a half bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Glenda poured herself a bubbling glass and sipped it appreciatively.
Rather my situation than hers, she said to herself, unable to restrain a grin. Yes, in life, there were the fortunate and the unfortunate’ That was the way it was. It was nice to be one of the lucky ones. Glenda re-filled her glass, then got up and went over to the TV set. She adjusted the dial so that she could look in on Julia.
The girl was still weeping. Not surprising! And every now and again Julia’s head would jerk up and she would ‘ooooo’ and ‘ooowww’ while her fulsome nates clenched and twitched. Those weals must be stinging and burning like crazy, reflected Glenda, sipping again at her champagne.
“Asssshhhhhh . . .” moaned Julia. “Ooofff . . . oooooffff . . .” she gasped.
A punishment was not over when the instrument of correction had ceased to fall, thought Glenda. That was just a beginning . . .
Glenda flicked a switch and changed the dial. It might be amusing to see what Quentin was up to. The screen was suddenly filled with an overall picture of the Playroom.
Quentin was laying, grossly nude, on one of the water cushions, gently playing with a half-hard while he watched Melissa at work on Havers. A thin smile flickered over Glenda’s lips. The girl, it appeared was either kissing, or tonguing, Havers’ fat arse. Perhaps both. The man, as hairy as, and almost as paunchy as, Quentin himself, was kneeling on all fours on a mattress, with a fatuous, almost schoolboy, grin on his face. Never, said that grin, never did I remotely imagine that I would have a lovely young woman do this to me! A society beauty, what’s more!
“Is she getting her tongue well in now?” asked Quentin.
Havers nodded. His jowls quivered. “She sure is,” he replied thickly.
“Good,” smiled Quentin. Obviously, his threat of a little earlier, to thrash the girl ‘until she wouldn’t be able to tell Easter from Christmas’, unless she did exactly what they wanted, was having an effect!
“Like it?” asked Quentin.
Havers nodded again. And again that fatuous grin appeared.
“Yeah . . . reckon I do . . .” Melissa’s lips and probing tongue were sending strange shivers up and down his spine. And, by God, there was plenty more the girl was going to do to him yet! Quentin had made that clear. This was the life! Yet how unbelievable - still - it all was!
“How about you, Melissa . . . you liking it?” asked Quentin.
Glenda laughed. What a card Quentin was! She zoomed in on Havers’ fleshy white carcass and watched as Melissa’s distraught features momentarily appeared. Horror and revulsion stared from her eyes; her delicate nostrils were flared .n infinite disgust. She looks as if she were going to be sick at any moment, thought Glenda.
Unlikelier things have happened . . . Then Melissa could be heard speaking, her cultured voice low and choking.
“Y-Your . . . s-slave . . . is honoured . . . to . . . to . . . s-serve . . . Master . . .”
“Good . . . good . . .” smiled Quentin complacently.
Melissa’s lovely features disappeared whence they had come and Glenda re-adjusted the camera. That fatuous grin was spreading once more over Havers’ face when Glenda switched off the set.
The boys would be at their fun and games for some time yet, she reckoned. She strolled back to her chair, stubbed out her cigarette and poured another glass of champagne. Another half bottle, shared with Rosalie, seemed fitting that morning, she thought. After all, she had something to celebrate, in a way . . . ‘dealing’ with Julia for the very first time!
Glenda pressed the bell by the fireplace and, within a minute or so, Rosalie appeared. She was dressed in a simple white dress, having been given permission to discard her maid’s uniform. The relationship between these two women had become that of lady-andcompanion rather than Mistress-and-servant. It suited them better, on a permanent basis, and Quentin couldn’t care less one way or the other. He had other fish to fry!
“Hi! Sorry I took my time . . . I’m in the middle of preparing lunch.”
“That’s ok, my dear. Take some time out and share a half bottle with me.”
“Thanks, I’d like to do that . . .”
Rosalie fetched another half bottle from the cabinet and, dumping it in the ice-bucket, poured the remnants of the first half bottle into a glass.
“Cheers!”
“Cheers! How . . . er . . . how are you getting on with Julia?”
“Fine, thanks. All is going well, you might say.”
“You’ve not finished with her then?”
“Oh no . . .” Glenda could see that Rosalie was dying for more details. “So far I’ve only birched her.”
“Only!” gasped Rosalie. “You make it sound like nothing. I thought a birch was something they used on hardened criminals.
Until recently, anyway.”
“It is,” said Glenda coolly.
Rosalie finished her drink quickly and opened the second half bottle. It was a bizarre . . . and rather frightening . . . world where a birching was something taken so lightly.
“How is she?” asked Rosalie, filling both glasses.
“Sore, I guess,” replied Glenda ‘indifferently.
“Sore!”
“Well . . . perhaps burning might be a better description.” Glenda smiled. “Like to see?”
Rosalie nodded. She felt a tightening in her throat . . . partly dread, partly excitement . . . as Glenda turned on the TV set.
The picture of Julia, now sobbing, came on the screen. Rosalie gasped. Then she gasped more loudly as Glenda zoomed in on the girl’s bottom.
“My God!”
“That’s what I’ve done to our Julia . . . so far,” said Glenda.
“My God!” repeated Rosalie. “And . . . and . . . you’re going to do more?”
“Yes,” answered Glenda firmly. “Look at those thighs, my dear. Lovely and white, aren’t they. Still plenty of scope there, I assure you.”
The two women continued to gaze at the red-purple, quivering buttock-flesh and the creamy white thigh-tops just below. Rosalie was beginning to realise just how evil a woman Glenda was. She had always sensed she was perverted and vicious but now she was disclosing new, hidden depths of sadism. I shall certainly have to watch my step while I am here, she thought. In fact, for ever and ever, after this. Such a woman was capable of going to any lengths.
Rosalie shuddered.
“Like to have a look at the boys at play?” asked Glenda with a smile.
Rosalie smiled back. She must not show she was frightened. And, in any event, she could not deny she obtained a considerable degree of sadistic satisfaction herself!
“Yes . . . why not!” she replied.
The picture changed to the Playroom.
Melissa had now turned her attention back to Quentin. Havers, sprawled on a low couch, was watching. Melissa was tonguing Quentin’s solid erection whilst he still lay back on the water cushion.
“Makes a change from an arse, doesn’t it?” said Quentin.
A pause . . . brief . . . a gulp . . .
“Yes . . . Master . . .” came Melissa’s answer. Then she resumed tonguing.
Quentin winked at Havers, who winked back. Havers had an enchanting view of Melissa’s hindquarters as she knelt between Quentin’s fat thighs.
“Not exactly attractive, are they?” said Glenda.
Rosalie had been thinking that very same thing . . . but had not liked to say so, since Glenda’s husband was involved.
“Well . . . you said it . . .”
“Oh don’t worry! Quentin doesn’t physically attract me in the slightest. Never has done. You know how I am. Shouldn’t think he attracts Melissa much either!”
Rosalie laughed. “Hardly,” she said. “Yet you wouldn’t guess that from watching her, would you?”
“No, you wouldn’t” agreed Glenda. “It’s all a matter of training, my dear. You can possibly imagine what she has gone through to be made to do this sort of thing to these two apes.”
“It’s difficult to imagine,” said Rosalie. How appropriate was the description ‘apes’, she thought.
“Alright, my beauty . . . take it in your mouth,” said Quentin.
There was not a moment’s hesitation. Melissa raised herself slightly and took the head of Quentin’s phallus into her mouth. At once she began to suck . . . almost greedily, it seemed.
“Amazing . . .” breathed Rosalie. “It really does seem as if she’s enjoying it. As if she were with a lover . . .”
“But we both know that isn’t the case,” said Glenda.
“Don’t we just! All the same, I still can’t get over what a woman can be made to do,” said Rosalie.
“To be honest, nor can I . . . yet,” smiled Glenda. “But I’m beginning to accept it. I’ve come quite a way since I first went aboard the ‘Paradise’. And that’s not all that long ago.”
“I suppose one can get used to anything after a while . . .”
“Mmmm . . . even sucking Quentin’s cock, like she’s doing now. She really is going at it, isn’t she?”
“I’ll say . . . and Mr. Osman . . . I mean, Quentin seems to be enjoying it no end!”
“Doesn’t he, though,” laughed Glenda, “just look at that flabby belly of his quivering all over! He won’t last long now, I can bet you!”
“Yes . . . he’s overboard alright,” said Rosalie. “I don’t blame him either. A lot of men would give a lot of money to have Melissa suck them like that. She’s really some woman.”
“She’s a slave,” said Glenda flatly.
“Yes . . .” nodded Rosalie, “she’s that, too.”
“She’s that, first and foremost,” riposted Glenda. “One must never forget that. She’s Quentin’s property. Therefore mine as well. And, as her owner, I can pass her on to you. If I feel like it.”
“I’m beginning to understand about slavery,” said Rosalie quietly.
She watched as, quaking all over, Quentin was fast coming to a climax.
“Would you like her?” asked Glenda.
“You know I would,” replied Rosalie. “She’s a lovely girl.”
She watched that lovely girl as she continued to suck and suck while Quentin jetted his lust furiously down her throat. It was a controlled performance remarkably well sustained.
“Then, before very long,” said Glenda, “you shall have her. To play games with. Make her do what you want. Understood?”
Rosalie was clasping her hands. The thought of having a compliant Melissa doing as she wished was thrilling her enormously.
She really was a beautiful girl. “Thanks, Glenda” she said, her voice a shade tight. “Thanks a lot.”
“Think nothing of it,” smiled Glenda. “After all, we’re all in this together.”
Both of the women watched intently as, having been pushed off by Quentin’s foot, Melissa crawled across the room to Havers. Insinuating herself between his thighs, she began to kiss his balls.
Havers licked his fleshy lips.
“Oh you little darling,” he said. The flabby flesh of his belly had already begun to quake.
“It won’t take long to bring him off,” said Glenda. “Seen enough?”
“I guess so,” nodded Rosalie. She was beginning to realise what pleasure could be gained from seeing a woman so subjected. Something which had not occurred to her ever before. Also, her mind was starting to throb with excitement at the idea of having Melissa alone. Simply there to please her. Having to please her. That was a truly wonderful thought!
“Very shortly,” said Glenda, “I shall go back and deal with Julia. I’d ask you to come along, but I know you’ve got lunch to attend to.”
“Right . . .” smiled Rosalie. “You just go and enjoy yourself. There’s always another time.”
“How understanding you are,” said Glenda. She got up and, placing her arms around Rosalie, kissed her on her cheek. “Very loveable, too.”
Instinctively, Rosalie responded by kissing Glenda on her mouth. It was a moment of truth for both. Delicious truth.
“I’d do anything for you,” sighed Rosalie.
“I know you would, darling,” said Glenda happily. “But you would do it voluntarily. With love. Melissa will do anything for you, too. But that’s quite different.”
Rosalie nodded. “That’s nice to know. And exciting in its own way.”
“Isn’t it just, my dear?”
“Oh yes . . . yes . . .”
“So, if I were you, I’d take advantage of it.”
“Oh . . . I will . . . yes . . . I sure will”
Glenda smiled and caressed Rosalie’s hair affectionately. “We’ll go into all that a little later.”
“Thank you . . . oh thank you, Glenda . . . you’ve been so kind to me . . . so marvellous . . .”
“That’s alright. It’s only just beginning. One way or another, I can assure you of a lot of fun.”
“With Melissa soon?”
“Yeah . . . pretty soon, I guess . . .”
Meanwhile, the subject of the two women’s discussion was sucking Havers to a convulsive conclusion. And Melissa’s lovely features were virtually unrecognisable as the climax came. She wore what can only be described as a hideous Mask of Horror!
“Now I must go and attend to Julia again,” said Glenda softly.
“Of course,” smiled a more confident Rosalie. “And do enjoy yourself!”
“I’m sure I will,” said Glenda. “That girl’s nerves must be get ting a little on edge by now. Waiting for a continuation of a punishment must be exceedingly unpleasant!”
“Exceedingly,” agreed Rosalie. She thought of Julia secured helpless over the chaise longue the minutes ticking away . . . the inevitability of Glenda’s return . . . and the subsequent intensification of her sufferings. What a fate!
“An revoir then, my dear,” said Glenda. “If you didn’t have to get on with preparing lunch, I’d ask you down. . .”
“Oh that’s alright,” interjected Rosalie.
“. . . but there will be other occasions, I’m sure,” continued Glenda. There may even be times when you will have to punish the girl yourself.”
Rosalie experienced a keen thrill of pleasure even at the thought. Julia was silent when Glenda returned. It was the silence of resigned despair. She knew there was nothing on earth she could do to prevent her tormentor from behaving exactly as she wished.
It was rather to Julia’s surprise, then, that she felt her bonds being unfastened. For a brief moment, hope burgeoned.
“Stand up,” ordered Glenda sharply.
Gasping out with the increased pain from her movement, Julia stood up.
“Oooww . . . ooowww!” Only with difficulty did she stop herself pressing cool hands to her burning buttocks. That was forbidden.
“I am now going to deal with the matter of your lying,” said Glenda.
Hope died . . .
Yet Julia summoned her reserves. She was desperate.
“M-Ma’am . . .” she said, “p-please let me . . . t-tell you. A-About that . . .”
To speak without being spoken to was also forbidden but Julia had to try it.
“Very well,” said Glenda . . . standing there very much the imperious matron before an errant younger woman. She was interested to see what Julia had to say. It didn’t make any difference anyway. Those long thighs were going to feel the bite of whalebone.
“Ma’am . . . about those men. I . . . I s-said three . . .”
“Well?”
“It . . . it was that . . . though I had two more men friends . . . I . . . only w-went to bed with . . . with . . . three of them.”
“Don’t be shy, Julia” smiled Glenda. “No need to use euphemisms like that. Just say only three of them fucked you.”
“Only . . . only three of them fucked me, M-Ma’am . . . I swear it!”
“Even if I believed you, Julia, three is three too many when you were supposed to be devoted to my Quentin.”
‘My Quentin’, she thought with an inward grin, who is lying somewhere well slaked after being sucked by Melissa!
“I . . . I’m sorry, M-ma’am . . .”
“I bet you are, girl!”
“I . . . I realise now how w-wicked . . . I w-was . . . how s-stupid . . .”
“I’m sure you do, Julia. Now let’s get back to this matter of lying.”
Julia sank to her knees and raised a pair of imploring arms. “I . . . s-swear I . . . was only . . . fucked by three!” she cried.
“What happened to the other two of the five men my husband know about?” demanded Glenda.
Julia paused, mouth trembling. She had to go on . . . to tell all. It was her only hope. But what a frail one!
“M-Ma-am . . . you must believe me. One . . . one c-couldn’t . . . and . . . and one w-wanted to . . . do . . . something else . . .” Oh how hideous it was to have to tell of such things to another Woman!
Particularly this cruel woman!
Glenda raised her eyebrows “You mean one of them was impotent? Too old maybe?”
“Y-Yer . . . yess . . . Ma’am . . .”
“And the other one?”
Julia dropped her arms, her hands clenched. “He . . . he wanted . . . to . . . d-do . . . something else . . .”
“What was that?”
“Fuck me . . . in . . . in . . . a-another way, Ma’am . . .”
Glenda smiled. “You mean he wanted to bugger you Julia?”
“Yes . . . Ma’am . . .”
“Well say so.”
“He-He . . . w-wanted to bugger m-me, Ma-am . . .”
“And you wouldn’t let him?”
“N-No, Ma’am . . .”
“What a nice girl you are, Julia!” sneered Glenda. “So restrained, so conventional!”
Julia’s mouth broke, the tears began to flow again. “It. . . . it’s all t-true . . . M-ma’am . . . mmmfff . . . mmmmffff . . . I s-swear!” she sobbed.
“I hear what you say, Julia,” said Glenda. “But it excuses nothing. You would have let the first one fuck you if he could . . . and the second one, too, if he had wanted it that way! Isn’t that so?”
Julia lowered her eyes; there was a long silence.
“Y-Yes, Ma-am . . .” she whispered at last.
“So, in effect,” said-Glenda firmly, “you had five lovers, even if not in practice. You were willing to give yourself to all five. Thus, when you said three, you lied. Correct?”
Julia shook her head. “N-No not . . . really . . .” she began.
“My girl . . . you lied . . . and you know it. Admit it.”
Another long silence.
“I . . . it . . . w-was a sort of . . . w-white lie, Ma’am,” she whispered at last.
“A lie nevertheless,” rapped Glenda. “For which are now going to be punished. Stand up, Julia!”
“M-Mercy . . . m-mercy . . . Ma-am . . .” croaked Julia as she swayed to her feet, “h-have . . . I not . . . s-suffered . . . e-enough?”
Glenda did not even deign to reply to so ridiculous a question!
She simply picked up the whalebone rod off the table and flexed it in front of Julia’s terrified eyes. “You have felt this before, Julia, I understand. It used to belong to Miss Judith.”
Julia’s eyes dilated. She recognised the rod and remembered under what circumstances it had been used! And how often it had been used!
“M-Mercy . . . mercy . . . Ma-am . . .” she whispered.
“It hurts, Julia, doesn’t it?”
“Mmmff . . . mmmff . . . y-er . . . ess . . . M-Ma-am”
“More than an ordinary cane?”
“Mmmmf . . . uugghh . . . yes . . . Ma-am . . .”
“Good,” said Glenda cruelly. “Because I want it to. For you daring to lie to me!” She flexed the white rod in an easy arc. How hard and smooth if felt in her fingers. She tried to imagine how it would feel on Julia’s soft flesh.
“M-Mercy . . .” began Julia.
“I am going to give it to you on your thighs,” went on Glenda, quite ignoring the plea. “On the insides of your thighs, Julia.”
Julia’s lovely face crumpled. Tears flooded down her cheeks.
“Mmmmfff . . . u-ughhh . . . mmmmfff . . . u-u-ugh . . .” she sobbed, breasts heaving up and down.
Glenda walked across the room and tapped the rod on top of a solid trestle-type table which stood there. “Stand in front of this, Julia,” she ordered in a voice which brooked no delay.
Immediately, but unsteadily, Julia walked across the room and stood before the table. In front of her, hanging on the wall, was a mirror in which she could see her naked upper half. She scarcely recognised her own distraught features. Behind herself she could see Glenda, still flexing the cruel rod with relish.
“Clasp your hands over the back of your neck!”
Julia obeyed, magnificent breasts rising up a little.
“And you will keep them there. Every time they leave your neck, you will get an extra stroke. Understood?”
“Y-Yes . . . Ma-am . . .” A voice so weak it could scarcely be heard.
“Now put your right foot on top of the table.”
Julia raised her foot until it rested on the top edge of the table . . . which was one rather higher than usual. A table to carry ornaments and flowers rather than to be sat at. She had to lift her right thigh well above the horizontal to get her foot into position . . . thus exposing the whole of the inside of her left thigh right up to the labia majora.
The white flesh quivered softly.
“Good . . .” said Glenda. She almost sighed the word. She gazed with sadistic delight upon her trembling, sobbing victim. The girl who was so utterly in her power! The girl she could do whatever she liked with!
“Now, Julia,” she said after a long pause, “you will maintain that posture while I use this rod on you.” Glenda, of course, very much doubted whether that would be humanly possible . . . but she gave the order all the same! “How many lovers was it? No lying this time!”
“F-Five . . . Ma-am . . .” whimpered Julia. She was as tense as a strung bow, the inside of her exposed thigh quivering even more.
“Yes . . . five . . .” said Glenda. “So we will begin with five strokes on this thigh.” She tapped it, just about the middle, and Julia flinched violently. “One for each lover!”
The rod went back . . . then came slashing in sideways, cutting Julia across her inner thigh, just where Glenda had tapped her. Instantly a vivid twin-tracked weal sprang up, encircling the smooth white flesh.
Julia shrieked . . . her head going back . . . her mouth gaping.
Somehow she managed to keep her hands clasped on her neck but her right foot slipped off the table and, as she doubled up in whimpering- gasping pain, one thigh pressed to the other.
“Get your foot back,” said Glenda remorselessly. “At once, Julia!”
Groaning, Julia obeyed the hideous command. She simply could not help flinching and cringing as Glenda measured her again. This time a little higher. Oh the agony of that rod! Especially there!
ZZZZWWWEEE . . . CCRRAACCKKK!
It whiplashed across her thigh again . . . and again Julia shrieked agonisedly. This time she writhed right down to the carpet, thighs pressing urgently together. Miraculously her hands remained in place.
“That was for your second lover,” said Glenda venomously. “I hope he was worth it! Get up . . . get up, girl . . . I’ve only just started on you!”
Moaning, Julia staggered up. She had suffered plenty in the past months but, it seemed to her in those awful moments, that she could not recall quite such suffering. Perhaps it was because it was at Glenda’s hands . . . perhaps because it was all for nothing!
“M-Mercy . . .” she gasped as the rod tapped her thigh about three-quarters of the way up.
Glenda’s teeth were bared with vicious delight as she brought the rod whistling down and across for the third time.
ZZZZWWWWEEE . . .. CCRRAACCKKKK!
Never, never had Glenda believed that the torment of another could bring such pleasure! She watched with eyes glowing hot as Julia writhed and gasped upon the carpet . . . noting that, this time, the girl’s hands had left her neck and were clamped to the inside of her thigh, vainly trying to stem a little of the searing agony.
“Hands . . . hands, Julia . . . what did I tell you?” rasped Glenda.
“You have earned yourself one extra stroke, my girl. And you’ll get it across your backside . . . after I’ve finished with your thighs.” She tapped Julia’s lacerated buttocks whilst the girl still writhed on the floor. “Nice and tender there, isn’t it? So you’ll really feel it!”
Julia twisted right over in dread as she felt the tap of the rod. She thought she must surely die if it were laid there! Above her stood Glenda, looking down in contemptuous amusement, it seemed, wearing her chic, black Paris gown, her be-ringed fingers running up and down the smooth white rod.
“Mercy . . . Ma-am . . .” whined Julia piteously, from her prone position. She felt she would have done anything . . . anything . . . if only Glenda would stop!
“Get up, Julia,” came the remorseless command. “And don’t keep me waiting, girl. I might lose my patience . . .”
Trembling as if with fever, Julia forced herself up yet again, grabbing the side of the table to help herself on her way . . . and once more she adopted the posture demanded. The rod tapped even higher up her thigh. The broader part, where the agonising – burning weal would be longer . . .
ZZZZWWWWEEE . . . CCRRAACCKKKK!
“Yyyyaaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeee . . . EEEEGGGGHHHHH!”
Down again she went, twisting and turning, thighs clamping, yet now amazingly, with hands still clasping on her neck.
“That was for the lover who couldn’t fuck you!” laughed Glenda, over Julia’s awful gasping-cries. “I don’t think he was worth it!”
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa . . . uuuugghhh . . . aaaauuughhh . . .!!!”
“Up . . . up . . . Julia . . . up! There’s another one to come on this side!”
It seemed for a moment that Julia would never make it, yet somehow she did. Quaking with dread, tears coursing down her cheeks and failing on to her heaving breasts, she lifted her right foot again to expose the length of her left inner thigh. Four carefully-spaced, twin-tracked weals of excruciating pain encircled it. To keep that spacing, there was no doubt where the fifth would fall!
The rod tapped . . .
“No . . . aaappph . . . NO . . . OOOO!” whinnied Julia, in mortal terror.
ZZZWWWEEE . . . CCRRAAACCCCKKKKK!
The fifth stroke bit into the junction between the top of Julia’s thigh and her most tender flesh of all . . . her sex flesh!
The screeching sound which erupted was almost inhuman. It went on and on while Julia rolled over and over on the carpet, knees jack-knifing, hands clawing.
Glenda gazed down in savage satisfaction. “And that,” she said, when the tornado of sound had died away a little, “was for the one who wanted to bumfuck you! Not worth it either, by the look of it!”
Julia continued to sob unrestrainedly, twisting and squirming on the floor. The weird torment in her buttocks had not abated one bit . . . and now she had the additional torment on her thigh. Worse!
The other thigh still had to be dealt with!
Unbearable!
How could she endure it!
Through tear-misted eyes, Julia suddenly saw the gleaming of back toe-caps. Glenda’s shoes. She pressed her mouth to them slavishly and clasped Glenda’s ankles with her trembling hands.
“M-mercy . . . m-mercy . . . I beseech you . . . no more . . . oh no more!” The mouth slavering wildly. “I’ll do anything . . . anything . . . but . . . no more . . . no more . . . I . . . beg you . . . Ma’am . . .”
What music in Glenda’s ears! Never had she seen any creature, human or otherwise, so abject as Julia was at that moment!
“Of course, you’ll do anything, Julia,” she said harshly. “Anything it is humanly possible for you to do. Because you have no option. Because you are my slave. Because you know that, if you do not do as I wish, I shall flog you till you do!”
Merciless words . . .
Words that drove Julia over the brink . . .
She knelt erect, her ravaged features quivering out of control.
“K-Kill . . . me . . . kill me . . .” she croaked. “I . . . I s-shall be happy to d-die!”
For a moment, Glenda was startled, then she burst out laughing. It was cruel laughter.
“Kill you? Don’t be absurd, Julia. That’s the last thing I would do. I want you alive . . . so that I can amuse myself with you. Indefinitely!”
Julia remained kneeling, eyes wild, breasts heaving. She had tried that means of escape before . . . with equal lack of success. With bitterness, she had discovered, too, the impossibility of taking her own life.
She was inextricably caught in a perpetual web of pain and horror! Glenda smiled a wicked smile.
“Now, Julia,” she said, “enough of this. Get back to that table and put your left foot up on it. You have not yet finished paying for the deceits you practised on my dear Quentin.”
As if on cue, Quentin, followed by Havers, came into the room seeing Julia slumping forward, hands over her face. “Oooohhh I ccan’t . . . I c-c-can’t . . .” she moaned.
“Helloo . . .” he said with a grin, “what’s this Julia can’t do?” He walked over, noting the state of the girl’s buttocks. “Ah-ha . . . given her a taste of the birch, I see!”
“That’s right,” nodded Glenda. “As I told you I would, I’m making her pay for her deceits.”
“What a good wife you are, my dear,” said Quentin, putting his arm around Glenda. He looked down at Julia’s white back which was heaving with her sobs. “But what’s this she can’t do?”
“I’m caning her thighs . . . with this,” answered Glenda, holding up the whalebone rod. “I’ve started on the left hand one . . . and am now moving over to the right. Julia seems reluctant to take up her former stance.”
“Is that so?” said Quentin menacingly.
“Yes . . . she was standing in front of this table, with her right foot on top of it. Now I want the left foot up on it.”
Quentin nodded. “You’re concentrating on the insides of her thighs then?”
“That’s right . . .”
“What a good idea! Why didn’t I think of that? Do you know, Glenda, that up to now, I’ve only caned the backs and fronts of them?”
“That’s surprising. I should have thought you would have realised how much more sensitive the inside of a woman’s thighs are!”
Quentin patted his wife’s shoulder approvingly. “Sometimes it takes a woman’s knowledge,” he said. Then he went over to Julia and pulled up her slumped body by her hair. The wretched girl was almost gibbering with terror.
“Now, slave, what’s this? I hear you are refusing to obey my wife’s orders!”
Julia could make no coherent answer . . . only awful sounds.
“Havers . . . get her arms . . . twist them up behind her back . . .”
“Right, boss!” Havers was quick into action. It was a joy to manhandle a naked, struggling young woman.
“Now pull her backwards over the table.”
Julia shrieked and struggled desperately but Havers was far too powerful for her.
“Now lie across the top part of her . . . pinion her down.”
“Sure thing, boss . . .” Julia’s torso was crushed under Havers’ weight. He could feel her breasts flattened against his chest. Now Quentin pulled up Julia’s left limb, doubling it up, seeing the freshly-raised weals.
“Grab hold of that,” he ordered. Havers got a hand around behind the bend in Julia’s knee and pulled it down tight. He was looking along the thigh to the curve of Julia’s bottom, upturned, seeing the havoc that had been wrought. Then Quentin took hold of Julia’s right ankle and raised her leg straight and high. “There you are, Glenda, my dear, please proceed!”
Glenda tapped the centre of the unmarked thigh.
“Thank you, Quentin my dear, it will be a pleasure.”
Julia was already shrieking, but those shrieks became maniacal as Glenda laid on the rod in the same merciless fashion as she had done over the left thigh.
“Is that it then?”
The fifth stroke had fallen at the apex of Julia’s right thigh and the room is still echoing to awful sounds.
“She’s got two more to come . . . across her bottom.”
“No more on her thighs?”
“I had intended five on each, Quentin dear.”
“Doesn’t seem much to me. Remember, Glenda, she deceived me with five men!”
“Yes . . . quite so. Whatever you think then Quentin.”
“Five more on each thigh, I reckon. That will make her wish she’d kept them closed!”
“OK, then . . .”
“Wait a moment. I’ll give her an extra injection. I guess she’s going to need it.”
A few moments preparation and the hypodermic needle enters Julia’s arm. She has been on the verge of fainting, now she will find it virtually impossible.
Wet-lipped, eyes bulging, Havers grips the right thigh that is pulled up to him. Quentin straightens the left leg and nods at Glenda.
The white rod flashes as it whiplashes down, cutting into the soft thigh between the first and second weals originally raised.
Havers struggles manfully to hold down Julia’s contorting body as the room echoes again and again with her inhuman cries.
The final moments of Julia’s agonising ordeal are at hand.
Still the wretched girl has not fainted, though her voice has become hoarse and weak with her screams.
“Turn her over.”
Havers obliged. Julia’s lacerated bottom curves over the end of the table.
“Just a couple, you said?”
“That’s right.” Glenda is already measuring Julia’s juddering bottom.
“Give ‘em to her then. Hard!”
Glenda does not need any urging. “You will obey my orders, girl, however difficult you find them!”
The rod whistles and bites into excruciatingly tender buttocks.
A convulsion of juddering-squirming flesh . . . ghastly croakinghissing sounds from Julia’s throat.
“Understand that . . . once and for all!”
Again the rod whiplashes down . . .
Again the convulsions . . . again the sounds . . .
And now, at last, at the apogee of pain, Julia falls mercifully insensible again.