“Oh! How… how… dare you speak to me like that! I’m not yours and I don’t care what you’ve paid… you shan’t touch me, do you hear! I’ll… I’ll… kill you if you so much as kiss me!” she exclaimed, her breath quick and flurried in her rage and terror.
“So much as kiss you? Evidently Marie didn’t explain the facts of life, very well to you, darling. I’ll remedy that presently. You have a lot to learn about your body and you might as well start tonight. as any other time. To begin with, you are going to get up and walk around the room and take the poses I command you to take!”
“Oh, am I? You crazy fool! Just becau6e I went to dinner with you a few tithes, you think you can treat me like a whore, do you?” she stormed.
“That kind of treatment would be better than you deserve. Now, get up so I can sit on the divan and begin by walking around with your hands on your hips! At once!!” His voice was cruel, inexorable.
“I won’t! I won’t!” she exclaimed and shrank back against the divan, her hands forming painted talons as she prepared to resist her tormentor.
Since her magnificent torso was turned toward him, he could not help seeing the spectacular flaring of her coral nipples from the slits of the brassiere and a slow smile dawned on his lips. He took a step toward the divan-another-she huddled farther back, her eyes wide, shadowed by her fear and revulsion.
Then, taking her by surprise, he flicked out the whip with expert aim! The plaited tips flicked hungrily at the nipple of her right breast, flattening the sensitive bud.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” she shrieked, overcome by the overwhelming agony of that satanic attainment of her charms and, maddened by the pain, rose from the divan and at once sought to run toward the opposite corner of the room-perhaps she could reach the bedroom-there was a door-and it might-oh, please dear God, let it have!-have a key which she could turn to protect herself against this treacherous, sadistic and cowardly beast.
He let her take flight, knowing that she was doomed to disappointment.
There was no key.
She swung the door to with a crash and he heard, through the door, her anguished gasp of fear when she found she had been duped.
Then, leisurely, he took off his coat, divested himself of tie and shirt and stripped to the waist, walked toward the closed door of the bedroom, where his desire for vengeance should be consummated!
Marie and Gregory watched through the panel and observed to their delight the anguished Marcia as she began desperately to pull a chair up against the door, trying to block her ravisher’s entrance; panting, groaning, she unknowingly displayed to Gregory’s delighted eyes the most enticing contortions of buttocks beneath the shimmering satin, rippling thighs and flexing knee hollows and ivory calves imaginable!
She had scarcely succeeded in placing the chair before the door, when, with a swift inrush, the door dashed the chair to the floor and Travers entered, naked to the waist, whip in hand.
Without a word he shot out his left hand and grasped her raven hair. Then, with a swift cut of the whip, he lashed her across one tender, alabaster side, leaving a vivid weal, upon that ivory skin.
“Ahhrrrr! Oh, oh, Bob, don’t! Oh, God, how it hurts!” cried the frantic debutante, trying to writhe away, only managing to wrench her hair roots, for his pitiless hold did not weaken on her luxuriant hair.
He did not speak.
But he turned and dragged her forward with him, leading her relentlessly back to the salon.
She fought, trying to stand firm, planted on her pump heels; she struck out with her hands, gloved as they were so enticingly; she bowed her head,. groaned and writhed her body from side to side, hoping frantically for just one faltering moment on his part, a weakening of his hold on her disheveled hair and her naked nipples swelled and surged from the satin sheath as her breath quickened with terror.
The whip fell again, weakening her shoulder and neck and she shrieked, agonized by the searing kiss-that immaculate, haughty flesh, that untouchable flesh at last attained by the mark of vengeful lust! “Noo! Bob! Ahhhhhh! You’re hurting me! Let me go… oh… oh… please let me goooo!” she cried, tears of fright revolting from her apprehension-dilated eyes.
“If you don’t care for the lash, obey, you bitch! Back to the salon and begin your prancing like a belly dancer!” he taunted her, tugging at her hair.
“Ohhh! Yes! I’ll go! Only let go of my hair… oh… oh… how you hurt met pity!”
“Pity for a cheap tease like you? Earn it by obedience, you bitch! Now-will this hasten your heavy legs along the floor?”
And savagely, he flicked the whip against the side of her satin-embraced hip, making her shriek and weave lasciviously to ease her nerves of the burning anguish that radiated through her attained flesh.
“I’ll go… oh… oh… pity… don’t whip me any more! Oh, you’ve made my flesh bleed, I know you have!” she sobbed.
He brutally tugged her cascading raven hair, forcing her to stagger blindly forward, to follow him, cringing, bowed, broken by shame and pain, no longer arrogant and poised and impeccably invulnerable.
And as her tottering footsteps carried her a pace ahead of him, he could not resist the temptation of her sveltely ripe buttocks, which tautened in the satin covering and, raising his right foot, booted her with the sole of his polished dress shop squarely in the center of one sensually jutting bottom summit! “Ohhhhhhhh!” she gasped and could no longer hold back her bitter tears at that shaming act. But, indifferent to her emotion, he did not give her respite, but marched ahead, dragging her inexorably by her flowing raven hair, she groaning, pleading incoherently, he holding the whip raised aloft in readiness.
Then, when he had reached the divan, he shoved her roughly to the floor, where she sank, cower jig, her face in her hands, her beautiful, svelte body shaking with hysterical sobs. And he sat down, crossed his legs,. and leaned back against a lush, soft cushion, savoring and anticipating her ultimate downfall-step by pitiless sensual step of vengeance-vengeance that was momentous in its alteration of her way of life!
Then, when he was at his ease, his naked back reveling in the luscious sensation of the voluptuous cushion, his eyes drinking in the quivering, contracting emotion visible on her marble, firm thighs, her heaving breasts with their lasciviously…insouciant buds protruding through the satin sheath, he commanded her roughly, “Enough of your whining! Stand up, unless you want me to use the whip on your nipples again till I’ve lashed them off your impudent, immodest breasts!”
“Oh… oh… pity… Bob… Bob… I don’t deserve to be treated this way … oh… I beg you-no! Ohhhhnoooo! Not the whip! I’ll obey! Ahhrhrrrrrrrrrr!”
Heedless of her shrieking protest, he had leaned forward quickly and applied the whip with all his force over her rounded haunch, so felinely offered in her cringing pose lying on her side on the floor… the lash bit eagerly into satin and naked flesh, leaving a glowing red stripe on the ivory of her naked skin, penetrating the dubious protective covering of the glistening satin.
And, writhing, panting, weeping, she dragged herself to her feet, stood, facing him, eyes haggard with suffering, her hands over her breasts to gain at least the modest solace of shielded nipples from his blazing eyes.
“Take your hands away, at once!” he ordered.
“Oh…“,she groaned, tears staining her flushed cheeks.
He reached for the whip, lying at his side on the divan. At once, her hands retreated, hung desolately at her naked sides…
“That’s a little better. I’ll drive submission into your snobbish head if I have to go by way of your skin with this whip! Now, get down on your knees and promise to obey me in everything I order!”
“I…I… oh…I… can’t…I can’t let you… do… do… what- please!
Not that! I’ll give you money… jewels anything… I’ll turn Marie over to you instead… only let me go!” she groaned.
He took the whip in his right hand, for answer and slashed her full across her heaving breasts.
Her head fell back, her eyes revulsing; an incoherent shriek rushed from her tremulous ups.
“You degenerated harlot,” he spat at her contemptuously, “you’d crucify your own mother to save your skin, wouldn’t you? This is once when all your money, all your promises, your acting, your after-dinner parlor tricks, won’t get you anywhere at all. Make your mind up to that! Now, on your knees before I lose my temper and whip hell out of you!”
His voice was so commanding, so menacing, his manner so inexorable, that she could not but obey. She, sank to her knees, groaning, sobbing, her hands writhing at her sides, great tears welling from her dilated eyes.
“Now swear to obey me in everything I command you, Marcia!” he repeated and the whip rose high, menacing.
Broken, panting, enervated, her body throbbing from his brutal reprisal, she faltered tremulously, ”I… I… swear… to… to… obey you… Bob-oh … please-”
“In everything I command-end it!” … in… ever… y… th… ing you… comm… and… oh… I implore you… on my knees… Bob… darling… don’t… have me… I… I’m afraid I’d die of shame… oh… have mercy on me… you loved me once… you said so in the name of that love, show me a little kindness… won’t you find it in your heart?” And she clasped her hands, held them up, trembling, to him.
“For your information,” he replied coldly, “this evening finds me without a heart but with a prick that needs taking down a notch or two. Appeal to my prick instead; you may get somewhere then!”
“Bob! In God’s name, don’t… don’t shame me so!”
“Get up!”
“Y-yes… Bob… oh… don’t whip me!”