A profound silence ensued which neither of them seemed inclined to break, and finally Rose swallowed hard and made another effort to move her captor to pity.
“How I could ever have brought myself to speak to you of such dreadful things-so intimate-I cannot understand…”
Yet even as she spoke she understood too well the fatal compulsion under which she had practically prostituted her most secret memories to the lecherous curiosity of this man. A woman of gentle breeding, she had every reason to be afraid-shamed and apprehensive-at which she had done. For not only had she pandered to his sensuality in ways that seemed to her almost incredible- but she had thereby given him a greater hold over her than ever.
Still on his lap-reclining now on his muscular body- and submitting to his embrace-she trembled at the very thought of what she had done, and what she was submitting to. Here she was-on this man's lap… literally afraid to insist on being released lest he should feel offended-allowing her thighs and breasts to be stroked and pressed as he pleased-and with her sex still palpitant from his masculine grasp and quick exploration.
What was this man to her now-this man, who, seeming to be deep in thought, yet detained her in his grasp like a plaything, and was fondling her person with no apparent concern as to whether she desired his caresses or not And who was quite aware that she was vibrating beneath his touch although she realized his cool assumption that he could do as he wished with her person, without regard to her own wishes.
And what was he pondering so deeply? She felt excluded from his thoughts-an added humiliation, since when he did not deign to speak she must sit there and be his toy.
Twice she tried nervously to rise-and each time she sank back upon his knees with a stifled cry of confusion and shame and with her cheeks burning hotly. For he grasped her promptly on each occasion-with one hand between her legs in front-and the other sinking into the yielding flesh of her plump bottom-so that he could casually force her back onto his lap like a child.
And even the manner in which he seemed to try to soothe her as she lay back in his arms was additionally mortifying. For if he was aware that she was a creature possessing a free will of her own-and entitled at least to be given some choice before being petted or embraced — he showed no realization of the knowledge.
Over her warm and thinly clad body his hand wandered at will-smoothing abstractedly her flanks and belly, her legs and bosom. Occasionally he laid parted lips to where a tiny, stiff nipple protruded through the silk at her soft breast-and she shrank and gasped as his breath seemed to burn her taut nipples through their covering.
He was still thinking-still removed from her-and she was still something which must not complain-when he commenced to caress the soft curves of her legs.
Rose stifled a tremulous little cry in his coat collar as his fingers proceeded almost mechanically beneath her silk skirt. Then, with a slowness which aggravated her agitation intensely-with a methodical advance which left her scarlet and breathless, and gave her the sensation of a schoolgirl being 'felt up' for the first time-those searching fingers crept upward from her knee.
To the fraction of an inch she could have told at each instant how near they were to her naked skin. And-the crowning source of an ineffable agitation — she was as truly helpless as a child to resist his invasion. He could do with her as he pleased-treat her as a girlish novice who must afford pasturage on her inexperienced body to his fingers-crumple and handle her charms just as he liked-and she could do nothing to protect the sanctity of her lovely person.
Since confessions from her seemed to be the order of the day. Rose admitted dazedly to herself that this awful treatment to which she was being subjected abounded for her in a series of new and shattering thrills-In the bonds of her nervous shame she clenched her fingers into fists and now she crowded one of them to her mouth to stifle any exclamation which might betray the true state of her hotly inflamed senses.
Yet she jumped and whimpered softly-almost like a child-as that broad palm and searching fingers slipped up from stocking to bare skin. Freeman paid no attention to her faint outcry, for he was fingering lasciviously the satin softness of her lovely thigh.
His hand moved-sometimes upward, causing Rose to sigh and hold her breath at its dangerous proximity to a very delicate and most ineffectively protected region- and sometimes across and around the lovely and naked column of flesh, fondling and subtly caressing it.
Then his fingers passed to the other leg-and there too they stroked and petted, squeezing the soft flesh gently both outside and inside the tender thighs.
Never before had the handsome and healthily passionate Rose Bolton known just this mixture of horrid dread and sensuous anticipation. That the male who held her would spare her the most intimate caresses she had no real belief-and yet she trembled with shame and fear of the instant to come-and then when it came she felt as if she could have reached out her naked sex to him to take and to possess-if that sex had been extendable.
She was in flames-yet smitten with dismay that all her dreams of freedom from masculine desires for the rest of her life should seem to be crashing down about her very bewildered head.
Strangely, she had not thought of the instant when she might be compelled to the final surrender of her body — that she might have to become his mistress in this queer captivity in which she had been entangled by her financial necessities.
It was sufficient for her present degradation and shame — which mystifying appeared to only heighten her erotic excitement-that she must lie here like this… and be “felt all over.”
Ohhh! If it were only over-over before she screamed in his arms… from sheer nervous agitation! If only he would just touch her sex-since such must surely be his ultimate intent… to which he was so lasciviously tending-and then abandon her to try to recover some sort of composure. The very inevitability of this unspeakable contest shook her to the core. To be toyed with thus- like a woman of easy virtue-made her pent up chastity burn and vibrate and convert itself into a madly glowing sensuality…
As the man turned her slightly and ran that agitating hand beneath the edge of her drawers, he lingered the delicate garment for a preliminary instant. She heard a little sigh from his lips-the first sign of agitation which he had given. And the next instant she was quivering from head to foot under the contact of his bare hand with her naked bottom.
“Ohhh!” she gasped involuntarily, as the thrill of his caress possessed her sensitive body.
Ohhh! God! He meant to spare her nothing, then. As she succumbed in trembling dismay to caresses and explorations of her secret body that maddened her-as the entire surface of both her quivering buttocks and the crack between knew the shameful delight of his touches and fingerings… she pictured the face of her young son if he could sea her now, a toy in the powerful hands of this man.
The boy would probably be excited by the sensual display. But she could almost hear his youthful voice saying: “Mother! Is it fair that I was sent away because I loved and wanted your lovely body-when this strange man has you at his mercy and uses his power to handle your body-your beautiful naked body… as he sees and deems fit?”
And now, with an ease that awed her with the latent power it displayed, the man had forced her to a complete extension of her slender body-which strove to curl up in a ball as some slight protection. And his hidden hand slipped down from her bare behind. From the rear his strong fingers now intruded between the legs which they pried apart.
As Rose moaned with shame and tried to close her thighs, he said to her curtly:
“Be quiet, Rose! Don't force me to extreme measures with you. You don't wish to be stripped naked and then spanked… right here in your office-where one of your shop girls may see you, do you?”
She gasped and surrendered. For she realized that he was quite capable of carrying out such a threat, and that she was powerless to resist. Her shame was deadly in its force, and the necessity of protesting no more-but of parting her naked legs humbly for the intrusion of this male hand-increased that shame tenfold.
He fingered her softly between her thighs from the rear — seeking the button which fastened the silken strap of her undergarment. His touch there in her crotch seemed to burn her flesh. Against the inner nudities of her thighs his fingers moved-and the upward pressure of his hand upon her secrecies drove her so distracted that a little choking cry that was half a scream bubbled up from the lips which she had sought to gag by burying them upon his shoulder.
And new he undertook to render her shame the keener, the shaking acceptance of his will the more humiliating. “Ask me to unbutton your undies, Rose…” he said quite nonchalantly.
“Ohh! My God! Mr. Freeman! How can you…? she wailed in dismay-unable to believe her ears.
“Ask me-and this instant-to unbutton your step-ins… between your legs,” he repeated softly. “I shall not speak again-and I give you just ten seconds!”
“I beg of you-this insanity…” faltered Rose. She hid her crimson face on his shoulder.
He made as if to rise from the low chair, carrying her with him.
“Ohh! Don't! For Cod's sake, don't!” wailed Rose in her dismay. “I-please, Mr. Freeman… will you… unbutton my undies-in between my legs?”
She sobbed bitterly in the shame which consumed her. And she buried her face once more on the rough tweed of his coat. Strangely enough, she was not conscious of any real aversion or hatred for the man at the brutality of his treatment of her. All that she felt was a fearful shame and growing agitation, and she burrowed her flaming, finely moulded, distressed features on his shoulder almost like a child.
And there was an additional cause now for her confusion. For an incredible, huge swelling had grown and hardened there beneath her. She gasped — and clung weakly to him-fearing to shift her position so as to avoid that monster just below her hip.
From her slim tones upward she was palpitating at the sensations evoked by that fumbling hand between her thighs. The lone button yielded-and Rose sighed with momentary relief as the torment of those hot, searching fingers ceased.
Francis Freeman drew the borders of the garment carefully away from her crotch..
“Now ask me to finger your cunt!” he said calmly.
Shocked to her very depths by the indecency of this new demand made upon her, Rose groaned and writhed upon his lap, careless now of that fact that by thus moving she afforded his throbbing sex a fresh delight.
“If ever again I have to tell you something twice…” he said sternly.
“Ohh! Ohh! For pity's sake-don't… don't-I mean do… do please finger… m-my cunt!” quavered the distressed Rose.
Pale with horror at the words she had just uttered, she sank back in his arms once more. But the contact which she dreaded was long delayed. She stiffened in an intense and nerve straining attempt to endure without crying aloud her shame and her intolerable excitement.
Her thighs — with the delicate charms between them totally unprotected now against attack… were pressed upon by the male fingers intruding from the rear-while in front his other hand toyed gently, through the fine silk of her gown, with her genital mound.
Rose could have screamed aloud. She bit her lips to restrain it She even parted her thighs to the inevitable approach-wishing above all things to get the ultimate horror finished and done with.
Suddenly she gasped and quivered. The touch had come-but so very delicately that it was as if a feather had floated from somewhere to rest quiveringly on the lips of her sex. The feather was the top of a single finger — a finger that was controlled with such artistry that it seemed destined to drive her into a delirium of unsatisfied desire.
And the feather was blown now in the capricious breeze of the man's desire, not only to revel delicately in this silken sexual warmth and intimacy-but also to drive her into wild and irrepressible acknowledgment of a sensual delight which would surmount even her great burning sense of shame.
The finger moved indeed-but it moved so very gently, so perfidiously, upon the outer lips of this entrance to the sheath of ripe womanhood, that Rose sank white teeth into her soft lower lip and clenched her fingers into small fists in the attempt to restrain her long, groaning sighs from becoming actual cries of sensual passion and yearning.
With what firmness she could muster, she had made up her mind to endure the indecency and insult of the firm grasp and the instantaneous attack upon her sex which she fully expected from this man of purposeful action.
And after the consummation he would withdraw. Each of them would gradually regain poise and self-control… then he would mutter an apology-and after a while she would agree to forgive him — and forgive also his having forced her to tell her shameful story and thus unveil her intimate and almost indecent past. She would hint that he had become temporarily unbalanced as a result of this story, and add that she herself had lost self-control.
This was the dream which flashed across her mind as she involuntarily almost projected her naked sex forward for the lewd and hasty grasp of the man. But that assault did not come-and this which had come upon her instead was of a nature to render her incapable of any clear thought.
There were two fingertips now-and now three, or so she thought, and then only one again. She could not tell quite clearly. She only knew that mere zephyrs dwelt upon the pink cleft and lips-and that they kept her vibrating and almost breathless-and that now she could feel her slit literally pouting, confessing its intolerable desire for firmer touches, for more compelling pressures.
Little flames of desire that burned and ached deliriously shot, through the nerves down there-and then spread all through her quivering body.
Rose abandoned herself completely. She could not even speak and if she had been able to articulate she would have probably pleaded that this marvelous torture should end-and that Freeman should do anything and everything he wished to end the exasperation of her disordered senses, and to bring facility and ultimate repose to her shaken nerves.
She was not aware that she had grown pale with this torment that was yet a delight. She did not realize that she had breathed a long drawn “Ohh! God!” that was just one moaning sigh of passion. She did not know that she had writhed up until she lay in a shivering ball in the man's lap-and that now his other hand played no longer upon her silken gown, but directly upon her sexual nakedness.
She became vaguely aware at last that both his hands were lustfully engaged in toying with her secret flesh- and that a finger of each, from front to rear, bore down more firmly now and travelled to meet each other along the hotly pouting, throbbing furrow of her cleft.
And he shook her by what he held-so roughly that all her body was in movement Rose wailed hoarsely in a keen delight that overcame all sense of shame or fear. In a moment it seemed that she must explode… spending-spending-spending. The animal treatment she was now undergoing… even the pain that she experienced- served as a palliative for her sensual passion… yet it was a palliative that increased instead of banishing the tumult of her senses.
If she had a thought in the midst of her confused and frantic desire, it was not of resentment at being treated as the target of his caprices. Instead, it was the firm conviction that now, now he would take her body. That immense thing on which she writhed as her flesh and hair were so deliriously tugged would be buried deep within her body. Her chastity and all her vows of chastity would vanish like smoke before the tempest of his unchained desires.
Scarlet and quivering, she acknowledged to herself that she did not fear the prospect at all. He would possess her-he must possess her! She believed that she would die if he did not take her-and take her instantly!
Ahh! Now he was releasing her tormented flesh from the grip of his fingers. He was stroking her thighs, her loins, her back-as if to calm her. He was breathing quickly, but otherwise there was no sign on his part of that desire which corresponded to her own.
Rose emitted one long, despairing sigh as his hands were withdrawn from beneath her skirt It had been then, just a terrible, lovely dream. He did not intend to take her at all. He had just meant to torment her, to work her up to a state of palpitating passion and submission-so as to shame her more than she had already been shamed — by abandoning her.
Calmer now, she extended her body from the ball into which it had been rolled-not minding, if she noticed, that now the lovely nudity of her thighs protruded quite noticeably below her disordered skirt. She was beginning to awaken to a sort of gratitude that he had decided to spare her chastity… to be thankful in spite of her hotly throbbing pulses, that he had proved incapable of thus consummating her final disgrace by taking her in a sexual embrace while she was ecstatically incapable of any sort of resistance.
But what was that low demand he was making-in firmly measured tones?
“Show me your pussy… and your pretty little cunt, Rose!” he was saying quite calmly.
Ahh! Dear God in Heaven! A minute earlier he might have done anything he wished… seen anything he desired… by his own volition. But no… he had to wait till she had regained her composure-and then compel her to the utter degradation of denuding herself as indecently as possible-in cold blood.
She had no thought that she could escape doing what he demanded. And yet she protested. “But — but, Mr. Freeman,” she quavered, “after what you have already done… to m-me-am I not disgraced sufficiently… in your eyes and my own?”
“Are you going to do as I tell you?” he inquired, in a tone that sent a quiver of fear through her body.
“Yes-ohh… b-but-y-yes… I will!” she promised, and her voice rose crescendo with fright as he grasped one of her rounded arms.
He seemed to read her mind-and to disapprove of her mental attitude.
“You will, indeed, show me your cunt,” he said. “And not because you are afraid of me at this moment… nor because we have both been passionate together and you are still sexually aroused and unsatisfied-but because- listen to me…”
“You are going to stand up in front of me and expose all of your intimate body as fully as possible-and then you will lie on your back in my lap and spread your legs apart for such examination as I may wish to make-and then you will ask me to have you… to fuck you!”
“And you will do all this because you owe me money that you cannot pay. You will pay that bill with your body — like any woman of the streets… and in any way that I choose!”
Rose Bolton was standing now before her persecutor. She looked at the door-as if contemplating flight He gave her a smile as he strolled over to the door and locked it, pocketing the key before he returned to his seat.
“Proceed with the penalty-the poor debtor's penalty — imposed upon you…” he said.
The distracted Rose descended to argument-when she would have wished to crush him with material force if such had been at her disposal.
“I am not a poor debtor,” she murmured. “If I could only collect what is due to me I should have forty thousand dollars in the bank.”
“But you are my poor debtor,” insisted Freeman, “for you cannot pay me! And you shall be penalized later for your carelessness in ruining a good business. You will offer me things which you never dreamed of-if only I will show you how to extricate yourself from your financial difficulties…”
She gasped faintly at his clear reading of her earlier thoughts-that his friendship would be invaluable to her — once it were acquired. Of course, any idea of such a friendship with a man of bis character must definitely be abandoned.
Meanwhile the unspeakable thing was inevitable. There was no way out of it. She clutched suddenly at the hem of her skirt-in haste to terminate the ordeal.
“Slowly-quite slowly…” he enjoined her. “Raise up the curtain on your hidden charms very gradually- try to make it as pleasantly tantalizing to me as possible… try to yield your nudities to me rather than flaunt them before me too defiantly!”
So he was quite determined to plunge her as deeply as possible in her bath of shame, she thought vaguely. Her slim fingers were quivering on the thin silk which she raised slowly to the tops of her stockings… and then upward over white nudities which were faintly rosy and yet luminous-the beautiful naked thighs of a lovely woman.
For an instant the edge of her garment faltered and stopped below the convergence of her thighs. Freeman lifted his eyebrows… and Rose hastily evidenced her fear of continuing her delightful revelations.
The summits of the tightly closed thighs-with dark brown tendrils clustering there… then the entire forest of silken curls in the mystic triangle — and the white, quivering belly to the navel was displayed to his eager gaze…
Holding her skirt and her unfastened undies around her waist-undergoing a shame beyond words… Rose found herself fascinated by his apparent imperturbability.
Could he look upon her thus-in a state of such naked and lascivious abandon and complaisance as no other person had ever witnessed… and remain unmoved? A sensuous and uncontrollable irritation at him possessed her suddenly, and entirely without her own volition she found herself giving a lascivious movement to her hips which thrust her sex forward in a gesture of invitation.
He raised his lashes for an instant. She could not meet his gaze-for her own cheeks were scarlet at the secret impulse which had overcome her. Hurriedly she dropped her own dark eyes… but she had seen, for just a moment, such a devouring hunger and gleaming anticipation in his gaze as roused sensations of both passion and terror deep in her heart.
“1 should think,” he decided, “that if you held your garments even higher… clear up to your armpits… and then walked around the room in front of me… you would be paying off some more of your debt.”
The hesitation of the distracted woman was evanescent. With an effort she raised her crumpled attire as high as was possible… till even the slopes of her lovely breasts were revealed to his watchful eyes.
She walked-or rather, faltered… across the room. She did not, perhaps fortunately, since her shame and bitter confusion were already so great as almost to deprive her of the power of locomotion, hear the gasp of delight he gave as he watched the nakedness of her lovely buttocks swaying as she walked.
She turned again towards him. Catching his mood and so feeling herself under the necessity of catering to it… and feeling stronger too as little thrills arose which she found just would manifest themselves when she thus exhibited her nudity-she walked all about the room.
She was more conscious of the utter indecency of the picture she presented… shod and stockinged but nude from her bosom to her long hosiery-than of the fleshly loveliness of it. Yet she knew this beauty to exist-and she knew too that she was setting this man's senses on fire-and this knowledge added poignancy to the involuntary thrills which overran her as she paraded round the room with bowed head and flaming face.
Francis Freeman halted her with a word. “Come here now!” he said slowly. “You know what you have to do! I want you like an opened package directly beneath my eyes…”
Not venturing to lower her attire, Rose stumbled over towards his chair. With a gesture he showed that he wished her to lie transversely over his parted knees. She lay thus-and her nakedness shivered ripplingly under his inspecting eyes.
And then with touches that not only suggested but aided her in acrobatics of the most licentious order, he caused her to raise her knees and spread them apart Her feet rested on the arm of his broad chair. Her naked thighs were widely parted-and little quivering and involuntary movements flexed their muscles in a most suggestive manner.
“More-more… still more!” he ordered. “That's it! Now raise your bottom… hang your head and shoulders over the arm of the chair! I want your crotch right under my eyes!”
Chapter VI
ROSE succeeded in achieving the infinitely indecent posture he demanded. She was trembling like a leaf as she yielded him thus every inch of her intimacies for closest personal inspection. Her legs were so distended that the delicately rosy slit which began on the lower slope of her plump and delicious mound and continued downward in seductive charm within her crotch-was pouting visibly.
Further back he could discern the puckered brown of her tight little rear opening. Although her eyes were shut tight, she seemed to sense the flame which shot from his inspecting eyes. His gaze seemed to scorch her intimate flesh. For several minutes-perhaps three or four-he sat there and scanned her charms.
Beneath her back that swelling protrusion in his lap seemed to be more formidable than ever-an unbelievable monster of throbbing flesh. And Rose was not aware that, despite the shame born of her odious compliance with his demands, she was vibrating now as much from sensuality as from distress.
She did not realize this-until he touched her. And with the thrill of that almost imperceptible touch on her warm pouting cleft, the unhappy woman quivered violently — and moaned with passion. For once more her state of tense lust was such that his merest touch sufficed to drive her wild with desire.
And now he was more cruel to her than ever. For just when she could have screamed aloud for more precise caresses, just when she would have welcomed the invasion instead of the mere caresses of that finger-just when he could have thrown her on her back on the rug and taken her body without any protest-he desisted from touching her any further.
He closed her legs and raised her to a sitting position. His left arm held her by the bare waist-but he smoothed down her garments quite decorously in front, save where her naked thighs peeped out from her disordered skirt One hand still remained with its controlling fingers buried within the patch of curling hair above her crotch. And those same fingers moved mouldingly… forbidding her senses to entirely subside.
He released her, at last with words which astonished her. “You may show me these books-these accounts- that are pertaining to your business. Sit here by my side and show me.”
She slipped from his lap-and shook down her garments about her body. But Francis Freeman was eyeing her as she prepared to take her chair beside him-eyeing her and shaking his head.
“For a woman who is noted for the beauty and good taste of her attire, Rose…”he observed, “you are certainly in a sad state now. Just look at the crumpled condition of that pretty gown! You should at least be suitably dressed when you are working with me!”
Rose flushed and hung her-head like a child. She could find no words with which to reproach his mockery.
“You may discard the gown,” he said tranquilly. “And your shoes and stockings as well. You will sit here beside me in whatever underwear you chance to have on.”
Another ordeal to go through-and she underwent it with a fascinated submission that astonished hen Clad in her still unbuttoned panties, with the silken strap which should have closed them hanging downward between her legs, she sat and removed her shoes and stockings under his interested gaze.
“Your feet are really very pretty,” he said simply. And he made her lift one naked foot after the other to his lap for a pleased appraisal of their soft whiteness and symmetry and of the manicured pinkness of her small toes.
They sat now-and he pored over her books. Uneasy at first over her scanty apparel-which seemed even more shocking not that she was engaged in a business way-Rose soon became absorbed in replying to his real sharp queries as he ran rapidly through her files.
Yet even in his absorption in business, he continued to dismay Rose by a sudden display of sentiments having very little bearing on such transactions. For she gave him some erroneous information regarding overdue payments. And he detected her blunder instantly.
“You must not waste my time. Rose!” he reprimanded her, “by giving me any such misinformation.”
He eyed her once more Bushing face and the lovely body so gauzily clad. Through the lace and silk at the bosom of her garment the delicate curves of her breasts were more than visible.
“I think that you shall strip off that last garment as a slight form of reprimand,” he said. “And in atonement for your mistake, you shall sit by my side quite naked while I check through the remainder of the accounts.”
Poor Rose gasped with dismay when she heard his harsh decree. Never yet had she been entirely naked before him. But she staggered to her feet and obeyed him-hesitantly letting her last garment, and displaying all her lovely nudity to the full.
Francis Freeman seemed quite matter of fact about the situation, and from his expression you might have thought that he was quite accustomed to holding business meetings with a lady who was stark naked. He waved the scarlet faced and embarrassed Rose to her chair.
“Now then,” he said, “remain entirely silent for a few minutes, if you please…” And he selected a number of documents and began to run through them with rapidity.
Rose… looking like a bashful and ashamed young girl from the shoulders up — and far otherwise from the shoulders down… stole fleeting glances at his face. The fact that he did not look at her at all — that he had not paid her any attention since she drew her last remaining garment over her head and dropped it to the floor… made it somewhat easier for her to sit thus at his side.
“You have got here, Rose,” he said, “some valuable papers, unless I entirely miss my guess. There are bills which were never intended to reach the husbands concerned-bills which many of the lovelies would pay four times over rather than have them brought to the notice of their hubbies.”
“Well,” said Rose hesitantly, “it is true that some of our clients have requested me to send their accounts to an accommodation address…”
“Quite so,” said Freeman. “And some of the addresses might surprise you if you saw them. Perhaps they might be good friends of hubby's as well as wine's, but in any case I will hazard a guess that they would all turn out to be males-and potent ones at that!”
“Of course, in other cases I should be inclined to suggest that you mark off the accounts to profit and loss- were it not for one circumstance that might keep them out of the red. The men who are in ignorance of their responsibility for these bills might prove to be wealthy only in the known beauty of their wife or daughter buying the goods.”
“But there is one saving grace, my dear Rose, as far as these accounts are concerned. If sufficiently pressed for settlement-such beauty can usually be converted into cash…”
“When pressed sufficiently?” faltered Rose.
“Rather than have their families notified of their debts many of your recalcitrant clients would submit to almost any other embarrassment — say — at the hands of some good friend of yours who might be willing to assist them in their difficulty. I am sure that many of these beautiful women or girls would be so desperate under pressure that they would go where they were sent-and endure what they must-if they were told that in this way only could they obtain security.”
“But… good heavens-you are suggesting terrible- quite dreadful things…” stammered the dismayed Rose.
“I am suggesting,” he said calmly, “that you should be as nonchalant in collecting your debts as your debtors are in evading their obligations. Is there anything less… ethical-in advising one of these irresponsible women that she may obtain the settlement of her account by visiting my apartment and there earning the cheque required, than there is in her own withholding from you money which she knows you need and which is rightfully due to you?”
“Ohh! To send her-to y-you!” quavered Rose. “Then you would… then you intend to — have some of my customers…?”
“Yes! I think so…” he said thoughtfully. “Some of these young beauties listed here are fit for the bed… or the bachelor quarters of anyone in the world.”
“Ohh! But… Mr. Freeman!” wailed poor Rose. “I should hate that-so terribly-sending them to you.”
He eyed her keenly-and she blushed furiously beneath his critical gaze.
“Can it be that the lovely lady whom I have treated so cavalierly… has some thought of sufficing for me herself?” he queried with a mocking smile.
Her blush became sheer crimson… but her swift denial lacked assurance-as his perceptions told him.
“No… no-ohh… how can you say such a thing to me?” cried Rose. “As if I had the least idea of-of doing… doing anything with you that you didn't- force me to do.”
“Which reminds me,” he remarked casually, “that I told you some time ago that you would have to ask me to lie with you. I shall not insist upon that at once- perhaps the time may come when you will implore me to take your lovely body-to penetrate it-impregnate it if I wish.”
“Ohh-no… no!” clamoured the distracted woman. “You must know that I would never ask such a thing of my own accord. I submit to all these dreadful indecencies because I must-but…”
“We will pass by the obvious dispute for the moment,” he replied. “But-for venturing to discuss it with me instead of remaining silent or else acquiescing gently-you will go beneath this table at my knees-and pet me very softly at the spot where you see some indication of my physical pleasure caused by your nudity-while I continue to run through these accounts.”
Rose grew pale and all the high color ebbed from her cheeks. She slumped despairingly in her chair. And in a split second he was upon her. With a strength that amazed and appalled her, he snatched her up. Her slender ankles were grasped-and she found herself dangling head down with her hair and protesting hands sweeping the carpet “Help! Help!” she gasped-frightened almost out of her wits. Holding her thus, he shook her to and fro-her hundred and thirty pounds of splendid nudity seeming as nothing to his powerful muscles.
“Be quiet, Rose!” he ordered. “Quit wriggling and keep still. Unless you want me to march with you out of the shop and into the street? I shall do it-if you aggravate me any further!”
“Please… please,” she begged frantically, subduing her voice now for fear of his displeasure. “I will do-just as you say-only… only put me down.”
He replaced her upright, and she tottered-all her face rosy red from the rush of blood to the head.
“Underneath the desk,” he directed curtly. “And be very careful to caress me dutifully-and tenderly-remembering that touching on the material alone will not suffice…”
The bitterly ashamed woman almost scurried beneath the table, and his final words rang in her ears-telling her that her sensual complaisances were to exceed any thing that she had hitherto anticipated.
He resumed his seat-parting his knees as he sat. And Rose crept steadily to her ordained post Her fingers trembled upon his thighs, and her turbulent breathing made him smile unseen. And if his delicate touches on her secret person had previously moved Rose to her very depths, the timidity of her attack upon the buttons of his nether garments thrilled Francis Freeman to the core.
But he did not bother to issue directions to her now — much preferring to appear unaware of what was going on beneath the table-entirely confident that feminine instinct and rising passion would soon direct her in her complaisance and her caresses.
A button had been unfastened. Slowly another button met the same fate. The unavoidable touches and light pressure upon his hidden virility enchanted him-and Rose's quick breathing as her soft fingers discovered his swollen and concealed weapon informed him clearly of the effect that her actions were having upon herself.
She was motionless and silent for a moment He heard a sigh-and then a finger… two fingers-crept up to penetrate lasciviously within his nether garments. Both his trousers and drawers were invaded — very slowly and timidly. And suddenly the naked flesh of his huge staff felt the warmth and softness of appraising fingertips.
At the same instant he heard a muffled exclamation from Rose-half a sigh and half a moan of delirious excitement. And already her buried fingers were touring upon the nude sex at her disposal. She gasped in ecstasy as her fingertips moved up along the shaft. Her left hand hurried to release another button-with rapidity this time.
All her right hand entered. She was panting frantically now-and her fingers curled-they touched gingerly… they appraised incredulously. The buried hand was withdrawn. Without further delay every button of trousers and drawers was undone. And a husky little cry that was almost a sob of frenzied delight, broke from Rose's lips as the swelling sex thrust forth in all its superb nakedness. Rose was no longer the shy and modest woman who had been so swiftly converted by circumstances into the helpless chattel of a man's desires. In truth she had forgotten that this sensital submission had been forced upon her and she liked it.
But she was awed by the unexampled-and in her own small experience astonishing-magnificence of the male organ. There was timidity as well as agitation in the way she slowly closed her two hands round the naked shaft.
His own gasp of pleasure was drowned in the little cry of silvery delight which came from Rose's own throat. She clung now-clung and fondled… and her warm fingers visited ecstatically the entire extent of his masculine attributes-including in their researches the crinkled sack which housed his testicles.
In her vast excitement and tingling, delirious ecstasy, she still recalled that instruction-to her mind it now became a 'permission' that she was to 'please' him. That at least conveyed something clearly to her imagination-for had she not-unwittingly perhaps-learned so early how to please her own son in the same manner?
And now her ten soft and caressing fingers made the powerful body of the seemingly absorbed man quiver with delight. They roved around-they pressed-now lightly, now fervently… in every direction. Taught by nature and desire, they thrilled him through and through.
Her head was bowed… her fine eyes gleamed unseen. So near was her face now to the object that she caressed that her fevered breath as well as her fingers played upon the object of her passion.
While the man attended above the table to her affairs — which she herself had entirely forgotten — below the table the delighted Rose attended very efficiently to his “affairs.”
The catch in his voice as he now spoke rejoiced her — for it was the first clear evidence that he was enjoying her attempts to please him. But his actual words drove her to despair-for they banished her lasciviously happy fingers from their delightful occupation.
“Stop, Rose!” he commanded. “Let go-I shall spend in another moment. Do you hear me?”
Reluctantly she released her convulsively clutching and prying fingers from their prey.
“Kneel there,” he said. “Kneel there-and answer my questions!”
Tremblingly she obeyed. But since there was no room for her to kneel erect, she bowed her head. And crept very close to his person-nestling between his widely parted legs. So near to him, indeed, that as her splendid bosom rose and fell with her turbulent breathing, the soft satin mounds of her naked breasts touched the bare flesh of his thighs from time to time.
“That feels delightful,” he conceded. “Now that I am a little calmer you may bend your body forward-and place my prick between your charming breasts.”
And this time there was no delay in her obedience as she gently lifted the object of her attentions, and laid it in the groove between her swelling mounds, squeezing them down deliciously upon it ere she sat back and awaited his further commands.
He questioned her now regarding certain of her customers, some of whom he knew slightly-some others only by sight and others merely by their reputation for beauty and pure vivacity.
She answered him as best she could in her present state of unsatisfied agitation. Even when he demanded if she had seen such and such a girl naked or nearly so- and what her nude body was like in intimate details- she gave him with an odd, shamed, sensual pleasure such of these details as she could recall.
Regarding a certain Norma Wales-daughter of a very wealthy man-she showed a certain amount of enthusiasm. With her close clipped, curly blonde hair, said Rose, this girl was almost boyish, and her expression and features in some ways reminded her of Lester.
“Her body? Yes… it was lovely-slender-and very white-and at the juncture of her thighs… just the least sign of a tiny pink crack.”
“I think,” he said slowly, “that this girl Norma has produced a curious impression on you, based perhaps on the resemblance to your son. Have you ever dreamed of seeing and feeling her aristocratic young face pressed to your naked body-and caressing?”
“Good Heavens-no!” exclaimed Rose in utter amazement. “Why-whatever do you mean?”
“In your years of marital life,” he explained, “you had learned to enjoy being licked and sucked-and now you find yourself deprived of these delightful caresses… though it may be that in the future your young son…”
“Ohh-ohh! I don't understand, Mr. Freeman… what you are saying is unspeakable!” said Rose in a smothered tiny voice.
“So once more you are venturing to criticize,” be said. “And for that you shall lick my balls. Crouch lower-this instant… and take them gently in your hands- and now lick them all over.”
Trembling and shrinking with a shame more acute than any yet visited upon her. Rose was prompt in her compliance to his demands, though she felt that she was approximating to the status of an animal. And yet the voice of her flesh spoke wildly as her obedient tongue wandered where it had been told. Her breath came in a series of short gasps-and she shook like an aspen as her forehead or cheek just touched, ever and again, the rigid sex which swayed so near to her head.
Freeman was speaking again-she must listen-for it was perilous not to comprehend his least remark.
“Would you enjoy,” he queried, “having this patrician girl Norma Wales, lend her pretty, boyish face to comprehensive caresses of all your naked person such as your husband used to supply? Would you like to have her at your beck and; call?”
She must answer. She must abandon for a while this soft licking which was now driving her to a fury of pure sombre delight.
“Ohh! My God! Mr. Freeman-I don't understand!” Rose managed to stammer. “A-girl-a girl like Norma- to do such things… and to another woman! I could not even conceive of it-I would be afraid-frightened!”
“It would not be you who drove her to this surrender,” he replied. “You would have my support-my orders in fact-and I should not have any compunctions about the matter. It would interest me, in fact, to see this girl all naked and prostrating her lovely body-her lips and her tongue-to your service.”
“And it is no certainty, you know, that it would be such utter torment for her as you imagine-after her first shame was overcome. She is boyish in ways as well as in appearance, I have noticed!”
“I… I just couldn't!” gasped Rose. “I'm sure I should faint when she touched me!”
He heard her moan faintly. She was, perhaps, beyond all surprise by this time-yet never had she imagined such a task of abject and shameful degradation being assigned to her. That she could be called upon to prostitute her mouth-to practice such a shameless caress-to offer her soft lips to the animal delights of this-this man.”
Glancing downward, Francis Freeman beheld her pitiful confusion and shame. And he offered a brief consolation…
“Look, Rose!” he said. “It seems natural after a time- didn't it-when your husband licked your slit and you spent on his tongue and lips? And what I ask from you is simply the equivalent of that caress.”
“Ohh… but-” she quavered. “In the-in the state you are-you m-may spend… in m-my mouth!”
“Indeed I propose to do that very thing!” he replied. “And you shall drink my sperm like milk. Rose. Do yon suppose that I am going to leave you without obtaining some relief for the state of excitement roused in me by this display of your naked charms during the past two hours or so?”
Francis Freeman understood fully the terrible struggle endured by Rose's shattered nerves as she faced this necessity of gratifying him under such depraved circumstances. And he saw that the quivering woman realized the complete inevitability of doing his will.
To him it was a sheer joy-a joy which he was in no hurry to terminate by a violent physical ecstasy-to observe the reactions of this refined and naked woman as she now confronted the necessities of prostituting to his pleasure a virgin and delicate orifice of her body-and one that was intended for far other uses.
He watched her intently, and saw growing upon her fine features-now drained of all color-an expression of amazed disbelief. That she could have fallen so quickly to the point where such a demand could be made to her — and she dared not resent it-impressed her as some terrible nightmare.
She could not believe that it had indeed been she who had just now caressed with her tongue those dangling appendages hanging from the enormous virility which she was now regarding. Hardly two hours ago she had been the picture of a chaste and self-respecting business woman — and now… now she seemed to be nothing more than the naked property of this man before whom she knelt.
She considered the matter-dominating the thrills the sight of that waiting prick with its swelling splendor imposed on her as she looked at it. In the first place she had attempted to placate him so as to secure these imperiled business interests. And she had passed from concession to concession as a result of that first fatal mistake. He had drawn confessions from her lips so intimate that whoever heard them was master of herself also. Quite simply, she had conceived that it was merely for the titillation of his senses that he had led her on. But now she realized that his aim had been to bring her to the point where complete and utter obedience to his wishes could be her own course.
And now here she was-stark naked at his feet-and ordered to-to suck him! She must offer her delicate warm lips to the most shameful part of his body-and she must allow her mouth to become the instrument of his pleasure and the recipient of his seed.
She shivered as if with a fever. She contemplated again that imposing shaft of throbbing flesh-with its rosy, uncapped head. And she was conscious anew of a heat which flooded her. With anxious pleading in her glazed but lovely dark eyes, she glanced imploringly up at his face — hoping against hope for a reprieve.
“When you have quite finished humming and hawing about a thing which you know quite well you have got to do…*” he said, “and a thing which at bottom, whether you realize it or not, you are eager to do to me!”
“Eager to do to you?”* she wailed. “Ohh! How can you accuse me of wishing to do such an unspeakable thing?”
“You will like it!” he stated firmly. “You will soon be constantly desiring the velvet feel of it upon your tongue. You will follow me about-frantic for the chance to take as much of my sex as your pretty mouth will hold. And even now you are curious-sensually and firmly curious to learn how it will taste and feel as you suck upon it.'*
Quivering visibly, she considered this. She raised her eyes once more to his-an the pallor of her lovely face vanished in a rush of blood to her cheeks and brow.
“You know I cannot contradict you,” she said in a stifled voice. “You are so very-imperative with me, even when I am trying to do what you say. But please-please… give me time. It is so very huge, too-I am not certain that I can get even a little of it into my mouth,” she added tremulously.
“Not quite like your hubby's, then?” he murmured, rather complacently. “Or like-any others… you happen to have seen by chance?”
“Oh Christopher's…?” said Rose. “I think it would make at least two of his. And you know very well that is the only one I have seen… except… just a boyish one.”
“When you next see that boyish prick,” he observed very cynically, “it may not seem so boyish as before. You shall see it that I promise you-if only to gratify my own curiosity as to the reactions of you both when…
“Merciful heavens!” exclaimed the distracted woman, “you would never have the cruelty to do that-compel me to resume relations with my youthful son just for your own perverse ends-risking both his health and happiness…
“It might save instead of harming him-and preserve both his health and happiness. What do you suppose is happening to your boy out there-a youth already awakened to sex through your own “innocent" ministrations to his body, and now abandoned to the embraces offered by the girls and women surrounding him, eager to enjoy his unspoiled and youthful virility.”
“I know of mothers who co-habit with their sons for the boy's own sake as well as their own pleasure, fearing they may fall otherwise into indiscriminate lechery. And many a father and daughter enjoy ineffable pleasures together Without the outside world suspecting that anything is amiss. Don't believe that it is nature that protests against such amorous liaisons. It is only man-made laws and customs that are affronted thereby.”