As Erika Kostler went to open the door of the hotel suite she was wondering what the English friend of her employer would look like. He was an Englishman. Would he be a dark Celtic type or a blond and large Saxon? She very much hoped he would be blond and large.
She opened the door, and smiled happily. "Do come in," she said, in English. "I'm Fraulein Reitter's secretary." She opened the door wide and looked at him in appreciation as he stepped into the small hall. He was not very blond but he was very good-looking, and he was very large indeed.
He smiled at her. "How do you do. And her assistant, too, I think she said."
"Yes." Her heart missed a beat. "Yes, her assistant, too."
"I'm delighted to meet you." He put his hat on a peg and turned to the sitting-room door. "She's in here, I expect."
"Yes, do go in. She's waiting for you."
He went into the sitting-room.
"Marlene dear," he said, and opened his arms. "Welcome back to Paris."
Marlene allowed herself to be given a tremendous hug. "Hello, Hugh. You look well as usual."
"Yes," he said. "Well and strong. I'm been keeping myself strong especially for you." He looked round at Erika. "It was a good thing, I see-now that you've come armed with an assistant."
Erika looked down at his trousers. She had suddenly remembered that Marlene had said that he would have an erection when he arrived. She chuckled. It was there, plainly to be seen under his jacket, and it looked as though it was a very large one.
"What are you laughing at?" he said, glancing down at his trousers.
Erika blushed. "Oh nothing. Nothing at all."
Marlene laughed. "I told her you'd have an erection, and she was just checking. Why don't you take it out and have a better look, Erika?"
The girl hesitated. "Shall I?"
"By all means. Just unbutton him and bring it out."
"All right." She went up to him, fighting down her shyness, and opened his jacket. She put her fingers to his fly-buttons and undid them slowly, one by one. She put her hand inside his trousers and felt for the opening of his pants. She put her hand through this and took hold of his penis. It was very hard and very large-so large that she had difficulty in bringing it through the opening of the pants.
Marlene looked up at the man. "I haven't introduced you yet, have I?" She laughed. "We mustn't forget the conventions-never mind what she's doing. Mr. Hugh Lyveson and his penis-Miss Erika Kostler-"
"And her delightful fingers," he said, with a quick intake of breath.
Erika brought the penis out and gave it a little slap. "How do you do. It's very nice to meet such a large thing as this." She gave it another slap.
"Let's torture it a little," said Marlene suddenly*
"How?" said Erika.
"You'll see," said Marlene. "It's one of the things we can do to him without making any noise. Get your clothes off, Hugh."
"Oh, wait a minute," he said worriedly, although his heart had given a leap at her words. "You're not going to-"
"We most certainly are! Get undressed. This minute, do you hear. Do as I say."
He looked at her for a moment, and then began to undress. He was very quick. In little more than a minute he stood in front of them, naked.
Erika gazed in admiration at his muscular body. She moved behind him and looked at his back and bottom. There were a large number of blue-black bruises on his shoulder- blades and buttocks. H'm, she thought to herself, that must have been quite a beating. Oh, roll on tonight! I want to add my own bruises. But what are we going to do now, I wonder? What sort of torture has she in her mind?
Hugh suddenly saw the two lengths of rubber tubing, lying on the table where Erika had left them. "My God!" he said. "You're going to use that stuff again?"
"Yes, of course. Tonight though, not now."
"I wish you'd use a cane or something less heavy."
Marlene patted his cheek. "I know you would, dear Hugh. But your walls are too thin. When you move into a flat with really thick walls I'll consider using a cane."
Erika said suddenly: "Or a cat-o'-nine-tails. That would be quite light."
He glanced at her and grinned. "Oh, a bloodthirsty assistant, I see."
"Yes," said Erika demurely. "Quite bloodthirsty. But I'm looking forward, too, to using the rubber on you tonight." She could quite easily have said the tubing, but she wanted to hear herself using the word rubber. She wished she could go to her room and fetch one of her rubber garments, and put it on, and wear it for whatever torture was going to happen now. And she wished that Marlene would put on her long cloak. She said nothing, however. She would wait till the evening.
Marlene said: "Come to the bathroom, Hugh."
"Really," he protested. "Don't do that. It's a shocking torture-and I'm sure you don't get much pleasure out of it yourself."
"What nonsense are you saying now?"
"Not as much as you get from flogging, anyway."
"Perhaps you're right there. But this is going to be very pleasant for us. We'll be giving you a lot of pain. And we'll be watching you writhing in it."
"What are you going to do?" asked Erika again. "Something very exciting," said Marlene. "Open my large bag, will you. You'll find some ropes at the bottom, on the left."
Erika opened the bag and took out the ropes. "Here they are."
"Good," said Marlene. "And just beside where they were you'll see a pair of my panties and a single stocking. We want those too."
Erika found the panties-black chiffon with lace edges- and the single stocking. She gave them to Marlene. She turned to Hugh and gave his penis a stinging slap with her open hand.
"You've no idea what you're going to do?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Not yet."
Marlene said: "Go and lock the door, Erika."
"I did so," Erika said. "I locked it when I let him in."
"Good. Now, Hugh, open your mouth."
He gave an elaborate sigh. "All right." He opened his mouth wide.
Marlene rolled the panties into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth. She looped the stocking over it, between his parted lips, and tied it firmly at the back of his head. "Right. We're almost ready. Come on." She took hold of his penis and led him to the bathroom. "Get in."
He stepped into the bath and stood facing the two girls. There was a light of fear in his eyes.
"Give me one of the ropes," said Marlene.
Erika handed her a length. "Can I do anything?"
"Yes. You can tie his wrists behind him with another rope." She knelt beside the bath and leaned forward to tie his feet tightly together.
"Turn round a bit," said Erika. She took another length of rope. "Put your hands behind you." She tied his wrists firmly.
Marlene glanced up. "That's very professional. Where did you learn to tie knots?"
Erika laughed. "I was a Girl Guide."
Marlene laughed with her. "The Guide Mistress would be surprised to see you now." She stood up and reached for the shower pipe. She turned on the hot tap, letting the water play over her fingers.
"You can guess now what we're going to do, can't you?"
Erika stood with a finger to her lips. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, I can."
The water was getting very hot and Marlene was testing its heat carefully. Soon she could not bear her hand under it. "We begin," she said, "with his bottom. And as soon as that has been nicely scalded, we start on his front. Turn round, Hugh, and face the wall."
His eyes now were very frightened, but he obeyed her at once. Perhaps he thought that it would be unwise to make her angry.
Marlene lifted the shower pipe and let the steaming water play over his buttocks.
A strangled cry came from under his gag. He gave a jump to the end of the bath, away from the jets of the shower. Marlene turned her wrist and let the nearly boiling water follow him. He gave another strangled cry and jumped away from it again. She laughed and let the water spray downwards into the bath. "I count five," she said. "And then I give him a breather." She turned the shower on his buttocks again. "One-two-three"-he gave another jump, slipped, and crashed on to his side at the bottom of the bath. She turned the water away from him again, letting it spray against the side of the bath. "You were foolish to slip over, but you might as well stay lying down now. Turn right over, though. We want your bottom again." She handed the shower pipe to Erika, as he turned on to his stomach. "Here you are. Count five and then take it away."
Erika took the shower pipe and put her hand lightly under the spray. She drew it quickly back. The water was very hot. She moistened her lips. Her heart was thumping with excitement at the thought of the pain she was going to give. She aimed the jets of water downwards at his bottom, letting the main stream fall low down on the crack between his buttocks. She began to count silently, revelling in the sound of his strangled cries and the sight of his frantic squirming about on the base of the bath.
"All right," said Marlene, as she turned the spray away from him. "Turn over again, Hugh. It's time for your front to be washed. Come on. Do you hear me.
Turn over!"
He twisted himself slowly over on to his back. His eyes were alight with terror and supplication.
"Look," said Erika. "Look at the way he's asking us to stop!"
Marlene laughed. "Give him five seconds of heat."
"Certainly!" Erika directed the spray at his genitals. His penis was now quite soft and very small. She let the spray fall on the whole area of his testicles, penis and hairs.
He tried to twist himself away from the scalding stream but he was unable to dodge her aim, which she changed as he flung himself from side to side. He felt that an aeon passed before she lifted the spray away from him.
"He'll be nicely sterilised for tonight," she said gaily. "Shall I give him another five seconds?"
"Yes," said Marlene. "And that had better be enough."
Erika directed the water once more at the genitals, now bright red from the scald of her first application. She counted five, feeling her spirit soaring into a dizzy rapture at the sight of the torment she was giving. She moved the spray away, however, immediately she reached the number five.
Marlene turned off the tap. She leant over the side of the bath and untied the rope around his ankles. "Get out of the bath now, Hugh."
He stood up with difficulty and stepped out on to the floor.
"Lie down on your back," she ordered. "Lie down on the floor here." Erika raised her eyebrows.
He lay down on the cold marble of the floor. The coldness felt pleasant to the scalded skin of his bottom.
Marlene stepped up on to his chest, letting her stiletto heels sink into his flesh. "Come on," she said to Erika. "Stand up on his stomach and balls." Erika nodded and put a foot to his stomach. She felt it harden at once as he tautened his muscles to take her weight. She stepped up on him, and felt her own stiletto heel sink into his flesh. She put her other foot to his genitals and let the sharp heel stab lightly into the bag of his testicles.
He began to make strangled noises again from beneath his gag.
"Oh," breathed Erika, "I want to whip him. Oh, I want to whip him!"
"Patience, my dear," said Marlene. "He's had enough pain for a little while. I think we'd better give him a drink instead. You can whip him as much as you like this evening." She stepped down to the floor. "All right, Hugh, you can get dressed again now. And I'll give you some whisky to help you recover."