“I am receiving you,” said Mrs. Tasker, “because Mrs. Rose Bolton tells me that you are representing her in the small matter of a debt which I owe her.”
“It might be more accurate,” smiled Francis Freeman, as he sat at the desk in Rose's private office, “to say that I am receiving you!”
“Let's not quibble.” remarked the woman, with a little wave of her hand. “It is through you, I judge, that she has set these proceedings under way-for she herself has always been most considerate.”
“Far too much so for her own good, Mrs. Tasker,” he said, regarding her with a frowning consideration as he spoke. “Perhaps you do not realize that it is through being what you call 'considerate' towards thoughtless or dishonest women like yourself, that Mrs. Bolton has brought herself to the verge of ruin!”
“Thoughtless-dishonest?” exclaimed the matron… very lovely now in her flushed indignation. “I do not think I will deal with you, Mr. Freeman. I don't care for your choice of terms. Let me see Mrs. Bolton, if you please, and…”
“Mrs. Bolton cannot see you at present,” he replied. “She is in no condition to do so-for she is undergoing what we might call a penance for what you have just referred to as consideration to you and others. Now her leniency is being fittingly punished!”
“Punished?” exclaimed the startled matron.
“Severely punished,” he said suavely. “And if an over soft heart and lack of business acumen such as hers deserves proper punishment-what shall we say as to the frivolous woman who has brought about her present and degrading plight?”
Mrs. Tasker gasped and flushed. She rose from her chair in offended dignity. “You are being very harsh- too harsh for me to deal with. Of course, I realize I have been careless-in letting my bill run up. I intend to pay it-and also my daughter's-as soon as possible!”
She turned towards the door. He made no move to detain her-yet she felt his watching eyes holding her back. She meant to leave immediately-to go out and close the door firmly behind her… and yet-and yet…
“Certainly,” she observed — nervously and curiously too-“I cannot accept seriously what you Have just said about Mrs. Bolton's being punished? This is the twentieth century, Mr. Freeman-and women are no longer subject to masculine whims and discipline. They are only subject to the law-which she has in no way offended!” She turned once more to depart.
“Not all laws are made in legislative bodies, Mrs. Tasker, my dear,” he said. “And all women, of whatever age, should be subject to a private code of laws devised for them by stronger persons.”
Doris Tasker shrugged her perfect shoulders-attracting his attention to lines which made him regret she was not in evening dress.
“I shall go,'“ she announced. “Obviously I can have no dealings with you. Tell Mrs. Bolton that I hope to settle in the very near future!”
“Yes,” he agreed, “you are going to settle those hills in the very near future indeed!”
She started at something sinister in his voice. Then she turned again to regard him with apprehension.
“I mean, of course.” he said softly, “that it will be in your husband's hands-with full particulars-within the next half hour. He will undoubtedly be glad to discharge your due obligations-which after all are his also!”
Reddening to her white brow beneath the silken glories of her red gold hair. Mrs. Tasker turned slowly to the chair she had recently occupied, and sank into it once again with a nervous sigh.
“You have misunderstood,” she said breathlessly. “I am so very sorry if I was cross with you just now-hut the fact is-this business is just between Mrs. Bolton and myself. Even my husband is an outsider where this is concerned…”
“That is impossible. I am afraid.” he murmured. “Dr. Tasker is bound legally, of course, in this matter.”
“But…” she said, with widened, apprehensive blue eyes harboring a pleading expression for the first time. “I see I shall have to tell you-he knows nothing of all this-and I could not endure having him know. He… my husband can be very unreasonable when-”
“Louise and I simply had to have some nice things- and I supposed that Mrs. Bolton was soundly enough financed to carry our account for a time!”
“Mrs. Bolton has been driven to distraction-by you and others like you,” he said sternly. “She will be soundly financed in the near future-at some expense, perhaps, to her pride and… other senses. But tell me-your husband must have observed that you and your lovely daughter were dressing like the family of a millionaire?”
“He thought-we had a small bequest-it is spent long ago!” she stammered. He was startled out of his composure by the sudden cracking up of Doris Tasker. The lovely woman was whimpering like a child.
“I–I simply cannot face having him know!” she said tearfully. “You cannot understand — it might break up our household-I would rather die!” she gazed at him in despair. “Ohh!” she wailed, “is there no way out of this fearful predicament?”
“There is…” breathed Francis Freeman. “And you are going to take it!”
“Ohh! If I only could…” she almost sobbed. Her hands were clasped prayerfully, but in her face was a look of what might be called apprehensive relief. For although she had no suspicion of his dire purpose, she knew that whatever could get her out of this difficulty must be no simple matter.
“Justice must be done,” he said calmly. “You will have to accept blindly what I consider to be justice in this case — and later on you may have the pleasure of seeing me tear up this account of yours and hand you the pieces.”
“Justice?” she whispered tremulously. “You mean… I must?”
“There will be retribution,” he said firmly. “I shall be both secret judge and executioner. There will be no appeal from what I determine-or order-during this next hour and perhaps one or two hours on subsequent days!”
“But-good heavens,” she stared at him with deep and suffused violet eyes. “It sounds so limitless!” she said in consternation. “Why-it would be like going before some kind of inquisition-which could do anything with the poor culprit!”
“Three thousand dollars are not blotted out in a breath of wind,” he said. “However-since you don't fancy squaring your debt by accepting whatever penalty I impose- I'll just get your husband on the phone…”
“Stop-ohh-for God's sake, stop!” she wailed as he turned towards the phone. “I promise-I do indeed… to atone as you wish. I know I've been foolish-thoughtless…. but I'm certain,” she added pleadingly, “that you'll spare my womanly dignity?”
“Your womanly dignity,” he murmured, “is likely to be greatly impaired, I'm afraid! Do you still promise to be really submissive?”
“Ohh! I must… I must!” she cried, wringing her lovely white hands.
There was a long silence in the room where a palpitating and flushed beauty and a triumphant but outwardly composed man sat. Finally Doris could endure the quiet no longer.
“I suppose,” she said nervously, “that you wish me to apologize to you for the harsh words I used earlier and perhaps to Mrs. Bolton for the trouble I've caused?”
“Ask Mrs. Bolton,” he smiled, “just how far a simple apologize to you for the harsh words I used earlier and he touched a button beneath the desk. There was a slight grating sound, and a panel some twenty inches or so square opened in the wall opposite them. Through the hole thus disclosed there was nothing to be seen. But the sound of sighs and sobs-came to the ears of the startled Mrs. Tasker.
“This delay is ridiculous — and suggests further and much heavier punishment for the culprit!” said Freeman.
A gasp and then a convulsive sob-became audible.
“Have pity… on my-my shame!” came a pleading whisper. “I can't, really I can't-before Mrs. Tasker!”
He pressed a button on the desk. The sound rang very clearly and imperiously. There was another sob-a moaning little cry. And Mrs. Tasker, staring with incredulous eyes, beheld a whiteness framing itself in the square opening. More accurately speaking, the vision was what had once been a whiteness-but it was now a rosy and gleaming pinkness. It was the perfectly naked bottom of a young woman-and its full curves and soft beauty testified to the sex of the mortified possessor of that lovely pair of buttocks…
“But… but… o-o-o-h! Heavens! She's been beaten — whipped!” gasped Doris Tasker shudderingly.
“Let's be accurate-a closer study will help,'.! he said. Obviously he was enjoying the shame and consternation of the participants in the discussion.
He extended his hand to Doris. Confusedly she gave him her slim fingers. She rose-and followed him up to the lovely but unseemingly display in the opening of the wall.
“If she had been whipped there would have been stripes on this delicate skin,” he said, as he softly and lewdly caressed the swelling mounds which quivered at his touch.
“Tell me, Doris, what do you now think has happened to this fair lady?”
“I… I-my God! She has been fearfully spanked- at the least!” stammered Doris, too shaken to notice that he had used her given name so informally.
“Yes-spanked-rather heartily but not fearfully!” he acquiesced. “I pass your blunder this time. But feel this beautiful bottom and note how warm it is.”
In shrinking shame the woman would have drawn back. He gave her a look that crumpled her resistance. And he laid a timid hand on the nude cheeks and promenaded her fingers across it slowly.
“Ohh! Ohh… so hot-and soft!” she whispered as if to herself. “Poor… poor dear! Is it-Mrs.-?” she shook her head in denial. “It can't be-she would never submit to such a thing!”
“Yes-it is Mrs. Rose Bolton,” he assured her softly. “She has been naughty-not nearly so bad as you-but still naughty. I suppose you think that, because her naked behind has been spanked, she is in agony-and that the restlessness of her fine bottom under our touches is evidence of that fact!”
He bent to the opening. “She isn't in agony for that at all. It is an agony of pure shame because you have seen her thus. As for the restless movements-you will be better able to fathom the cause if I show you what-”
He spoke sharply. “Protrude your bottom more!' he ordered. “Bend and part your legs somewhat!”
There was another stifled sob-and his command was obeyed. Indelicately he parted the reddened cheeks, not as red as the cheeks of Doris Tasker, however. He revealed thus, to the woman at his side, a little pink rear orifice into which a candle of reasonable size had been thrust.
“For my own good reasons,” he said softly. “I am thus enlarging the aperture somewhat-and besides that the inner sensation helps to punish her-and excite her too.”
“You would hardly believe what the combined effect upon her of the spanking and the candle and the present shame can be. I shall show you-turn around-Rose… fill the opening with your front view-now bend backwards and part your legs again.”
Doris Tasker gasped and shuddered as a genital fleece of darkest brown adorning the lower part of a white belly showed in the opening. The upper thighs were in evidence also and these Francis swiftly and complacently parted, to expose a ruddy cleft which was pouting and moist with its owner's sexual agitation.
Mrs. Tasker cried out huskily with a shame almost as keen as that of the unseen-in part-woman behind the wall. She hid her flaming face with her two hands.
“Is it necessary to commit this unspeakable indecency in my presence?” she stammered. “If the situation is such that you have the power to force this poor woman to such ignominy, is there any reason why I should be forced to witness her distress?”
“I take note,” he said quietly, “of your criticism. It is, perhaps, a little indiscreet, Doris, bearing in mind that you are not now queening it over anybody. I will, nevertheless explain to you that your presence is making this a very real punishment for Mrs. Bolton.”
“Unhappily her amorous propensities are so great that spankings and enforced nakedness, while shaming her intensely, make her flare with a passionate desire so great that it is almost reward, instead of penalty to her-but to have to thus undergo an exhibition of her downfall before another woman is indeed bitter to her!”
“Now stroke her rosy little slit for a while-for I wish you to have personal evidence of her present state.”
“Mr. Freeman!” gasped the humiliated woman. “This is intolerable! Your language is not that of a gentleman and this display of one woman's-intimacies-to another lady is disgraceful beyond words. Stop it… and let me make those apologies or whatever penance you had in mind for me-”
“On your own behalf,” he said mildly, “I deprecate this tone… on the part of a culprit before her judge. My own ideas will prevail here, Doris, have you the least objection to raise?”
It was not his tone but hit eyes and his expression that made the now alarmed woman flinch from him. She would have retreated-but he had grasped her shoulders and it was impossible.
His face was very close to her own. In truth, he was longing to crush his lips to that exquisite, sensually drooping mouth of here-but he restrained himself for the present-later, perhaps!
“Of course,” she faltered — unable to withdraw her violet eyes from his gray ones-“I have not so soon forgotten my promise to undergo some penance or other in token of genuine repentance for my carelessness. But this display savors rather of the seraglio or a madhouse than a tribunal dispensing justice.
He enjoyed even her attempts to maintain a personal dignity under these circumstances — yet his burning impatience to enjoy her in other ways determined him to apply the final crushing blow.
“Have done with this at once,” he said peremptorily, “and cease any comments not required of you by me. Now lay your fingers where I ordered you to place them-on the soft cunt of this woman. No doubt you would prefer to have your own cunt caressed-as it was kissed one day, some three weeks ago, in the room adjoining-at considerable length by a man other than your husband!”
“God! Oh, God in Heaven!” moaned Doris tremulously. “Such a vile accusation! I didn't… it didn't happen!”
“Speak up, Rose, tell us what happened,” said the man.
And the perturbed Rose, thus called upon for her cruel evidence, began to stammer out something. But the appalled Doris cut in swiftly: “You spy-spy… oh, God! To think of being spied upon-in a supposedly respectable place like this. And I gather that you allowed this man, Mrs. Bolton, to invade the privacy of others… your patrons?”
Suddenly aware that she was confessing instead of denying by her indiscreet words, she grew pale and still.
“Speak up, and clearly, Rose!” said Francis Freeman.
And the perversely displayed woman behind the wall, who was evidently coached already, uttered in a feeble voice words that made Doris Tasker wail aloud in shame and then collapse in the firm grasp that held her.
“Mrs. Tasker loves to have her cunt kissed! I saw George Bliss kiss it! She held it out-stark naked-to his lips. She pretended to be horrified-but she wasn't. They did such things together that I was considering ordering them out of the place. I always find it necessary to keep watch on the various rooms in order to prevent any immorality in the establishment!”
“Lies… lies-all lies!” moaned Doris.
“Don't you dare tell this lady she lies!” said Freeman with considerable asperity.
“I… I mean,” amended Doris feverishly. “I didn't hold it out to him-he took it-I hardly knew what he meant to do… at first! And I was distracted over it- if she saw us she must know that. I had been foolish in letting him change my stockings… but I wasn't really enjoying it!”
“That is enough!” he interposed. “This is a matter of which your husband should be fully informed-and he shall be if you fail hereafter to be obedient to my orders!”
The lovely woman wilted in horror and fear that shook her. She would have fallen to her knees in her terror if he had not stopped her in time.
“But-not that… ohh! Not that-don't tell him!” she panted. “I will do what-anything you tell me!”
“You will indeed,” he assured her. “And you will endure a salutary blow to your pride-and express an abject apology to Mrs. Bolton-by kissing her twice on each buttock. Turn around, Rose and show as much of your plump, rosy bottom through that hole as you can!”
His earlier victim gasped-but she twisted her lovely naked body and made the change of exposure which he had ordered. The crushed Doris fell upon her knees at his touch-she crumpled rather than knelt. And her quivering lips were then pressed twice upon each of the proffered mounds of snowy flesh.
It would be difficult to say which of the two beautiful women in his power were more confused by this incident.
The shame experienced by Doris Tasker seemed to burn right through her whole being-but the horror of the threatened revelations to her spouse had so terrified her that all power to resist had fled.
As for the weaker Rose, the mortification of this proud woman impressed her as much, for the moment, as her own shame.
“Let us hear, now, your apology,” directed Freeman.
“I–I'm sorry… Mrs. Bolton,” sighed the matron very tremulously.
“And now tell her that you would like to feel her pretty pussy and cunt-and see how hot all that has just happened has made her!” he commanded.
“May… may I-feel you?” quavered Doris. “May I feel your… your sex?”
His fingers sank irately into the soft flesh of her white shoulder. Hurriedly she changed her vocabulary.
“Your… your cunt!” she gasped. “May I feel it- and s-see how passionate y-you are?”
“Turn round again, Rose!” said Francis quietly.
And once more the opening in the wall which was some three feet from the floor. Rose being obviously on a sofa — was blocked by an even more indelicate display than had just recently been offered.
Clearly the shattered woman who knelt there had made up her mind that haste in compliance was her only course if she were ever to extricate herself from this incredible nightmare. Gingerly she laid slim white fingers on the shamefully displayed intimacies of her hostess.
So complete was the exposure now that it was plain that Rose was lying on her back and had raised her widely parted legs against the partition at the foot of the sofa.
The lower curves of her backside were in clear view- and also the curly hair covering her genital mound as well as the remainder of her crotch.
And all these womanly charms quivered and throbbed under the embarrassed fingerings of Doris Tasker.
“I think myself,” said Francis softly, “that you have some reason to feel aggrieved over being watched by the lady of the establishment when you fancied yourself… or yourselves immune from observation.”
“Just imagine her having the impertinence to peer in at you secretly-while your masculine friends was set on stripping your lovely legs-and getting so excited by the sight that he wished in his own peculiar way to become your lover. She is under discipline now-and I think you should punish her a little yourself for her brazen and outspoken curiosity!”
“Why not tug at that pretty curly fleece of hers? Make her squirm and squeal a little!”
Although not in the least inclined toward violence in the normal way, the lovely matron found herself grasping the silken genital hair of her shamefully exposed victim and tugging it with her slim fingers. Her blood pulsed quite inexplicably at the strange action-she reflected in a vague manner.
But as Rose sighed ardently under the traction-and then gave a faint cry-Doris released the hair she was thus gripping and flared anew with embarrassment over what she had done.
“You have not understood, I fear.” said the man. “Any suggestion that I make now-is an order! Pull her hair again. Nov finger her entire crotch-from rump to her mound. And tickle her around the anus.
“Heavens! How she does shake and sigh-to be sure, I am half-minded to remove that candle-for what a fine position she is in now to grant me her remaining virginity-I wonder…!”
Comprehending at last, through his incredible words, the lascivious indulgence which he seemed to have in his mind as far as the helpless Mrs. Bolton was concerned, Doris Tasker turned crimson. In the face of such cynicism as his, she saw the futility of indignant glances-which were her sole remaining weapon.
She fluttered and withdrew her trembling fingers-and was rewarded by a box on the ear. Though the blow was light, the shame of being smitten like a disobedient child affected Doris tremendously.
Her inability to resent the slap overwhelmed her. She gasped and cringed-and obeyed his gesture by putting her slim fingers once more on the pouting delicately coral cleft which was framed in the widely parted thighs.
“If you felt like taking some further vengeance upon her by pinching those soft lips and by shaming her with an inserted finger, I can't see that she is in any position to resist you,” he remarked mildly.
Understanding now that her only course lay in instant compliance, Doris muttered a confused determination to do as he said. But her little twinges upon the already excited lips of Rose's palpitating sex only served to cause that voluptuous young woman to groan in a shamed and hot ecstasy-and when the slim finger bent inward between the pouting lips it was all the victim could do to keep from rolling off the sofa on which she lay twisting in passionate delight.
“Press your finger in as far as it will go,” he bade her in a whisper.
Rose jumped and clamored hoarsely as Mrs. Tasker obeyed his command.
“Ohhh! My God… n-o-o-o!” she gasped. “Don't… touch mi-me there… not right on my-ohh! God-no! I'm s-so s-sensitive there-please… please stop!”
“Now describe to me the state of affairs in there!” he demanded.
“Oh, heavens! Must you mortify us both to death?” she wailed. “She is… the passage seems to cling to my finger. It is so warm-it is hot! It throbs-and… all wet!”
“And the clitoris?” he queried.
“It is-very stiff!” she faltered, transferring her fingertips to the point he mentioned. “It palpitates-jerks- there is… moisture…”
“It is so difficult to punish guilty matrons or even girls adequately.” he complained. “For no sooner does a man supply shame or force than they begin to become erotical and agitated-and get sensations which transcend one's ideas of discipline.”
“I expect she would twist and moan and spend-if you were told to atone for the vicious caress you received from Mr. Bliss by applying the same to her.”
“Oh God-Oh God in heaven!” cried Doris frantically. “You would never have the heart-I should die of… of shame!”
He toyed delightedly with the woman's apprehension- “I am more than inclined to demand this,” he said. “However I will allow each of you a vote. Rose-would you like to have Doris suck your pretty cunt?”
“No! No… ohh! N-o-o!” quavered Rose.
“A vote in the negative-even though I suspect that it is not an entirely truthful one,” he remarked. “And you, Doris, would you like to just kiss-and suck this sweet and pretty slit?”
“No! Never!” sobbed Mrs. Tasker.
“Never covers a long period of time,” he commented. “Before this is ended you may beg me for the privilege you have just refused. However, I seem to lie outvoted. I think that we may assume now. Rose, that Doris will require your kind services at once.”
His enigmatic words conveyed nothing to Mrs. Tasker. But there was a prolonged sigh from behind the partition. The lovely vision of white and rosy nakedness vanished and the sliding panel closed softly.
Weakened and trembling. Doris sank into a chair. But she was hardly sealed before a lovely and piquant sight came quickly into the room.
With a hastily attached white skirt. Rose had completed a maid's garb. The skirt failed to meet her stockings by an inch or two. Her fine arms and shoulders and the luscious upper slopes of her breasts were bare. But otherwise she was fully clad-apparently.
Her sweet face, though, was scarlet-and if she could meet the gaze of the man who had so subjugated her- her eyes refused to encounter those of the squally confused Mrs. Tasker.
“Upon the entirety of your submission during the next few minutes, Doris,” remarked the man, “depends your escape from the difficulties in which your habits have entangled you. You will go with Rose now-you will implicitly obey her in whatever she tells you to do-recalling that her every instruction is my command.”
“I think that your ruin-and that of your family- will ensue if you revolt against this little programme of… shall we say-punishment appropriate to your misdeeds — which I have arranged!”
So grave was his tone and so evident his sincerity that the beleaguered young matron trembles as before the crack of doom. She abandoned herself… horribly apprehensive yet eager to get the inevitable over and done with.
She was mystified over what might await her… but it seemed certain that in any event no such shame as had been forced on a tradeswoman… even though a refined one… could possibly be contemplated in regard to a lady of her family and position.
One final imperative glance from the man to Rose bade her not to weaken in what she had to do. She shivered at that look, for it recalled his treat that if she did not satisfy him in this, he would take her to-night to a party in West End Avenue… and that there he would exhibit her naked to a group of his friends… and then raffle off her beautiful body to one of them.
She sighed as she led Doris Tasker away. Such a pretty woman… perhaps too pretty, she reflected. The door closed behind them… and Francis Freeman took a chair in comfort… and waited with such patience as he could muster.
There was quite a wait. Le heard exclamations… words of stifled horror quickly muted. But, aware that both these women were in a position forbidding anything save acquiescence to destiny, he gave them a little more time.
He knew that behind that wall… the lovely Doris Tasker was probably weeping… but he knew too, that she was obeying. There was again that softly grating sound. The panel had opened once more. A marvelously shod and slender feminine foot appeared in the opening.
It hovered there… reluctant to put itself forward. And then it slowly projected itself through the aperture that framed it. With the slender foot and shapely ankle, there now appeared a calf so exquisite in its voluptuous curves and glimmering whiteness through frail black silk stockings that Francis Freeman's grey eyes lit with delight.
This marvelous leg was one which he had seen before… but only in part… and it seemed to him, in its abashed display in this queer manner, to be far lovelier than he had realized. The dimpled knee appeared… then the whitely delicate skin above the stocking and the lower part of a delicious thigh.
Hanging laces were revealed now… and then an expanse of translucent, frail muslin so very fine that the skin beneath colored it a softly rosy white. The entire limb showed now… deliciously enticing too… in this utter display to his eyes. He resisted with difficulty the temptation to advance to the partition and toy with this so lovely leg in its state of semi-nudity.
“Drawers…?” he queried gruffly. “Well… I have no great objection… for the moment! The other leg… please…!”
The superb limb was withdrawn with many rustlings… and its mate appeared, heralded by a dainty foot. This foot advanced, wavering as if in search of a firm footing… and it brought with it the lovely leg… which he scanned with delight.
“Go on…” he said… almost breathlessly. He was noting how the full upper thigh congested the opening in the wall. Yet there was still room for something of buxom rear curves and also a portion of the inner thigh… both covered with sheer muslin.
At his signal of 'go on' the leg disappeared very slowly. Then it reappeared very gradually once more. But this time the stocking was rolled down from the slender, shapely leg and the lovely knee, with dimples as decorations, was also bare.
And as the leg advanced towards him, it became apparent that the drawers too had been drawn back as far as was possible. There was something disclosed which was far more enticing to his growing admiration than the fair owner of the leg would have wished, if she had known, in the almost nude presentation of its charms.
To be shown piecemeal in this manner was… as he had known it would do… driving Doris Tasker into indescribable shame and confusion. He could hear through the opening every little while her soft gasps of protest and then the whisperings of her grief and misery.
Upon his next signal the other leg was presented to him in similar guise. He noted the crumpled material of the drawers on the lower curves of the buttock and in what little he could see of the crotch. And as he murmured an order unexpected at this point by the listening Rose, he admired the incredible firmness and delicacy of the skin of that naked thigh… with a fineness so clear that the tiny blue veins were perceptible in its faintly pink and snowy surface.
“The drawers should be removed now…” he said in a low voice… but one clearly audible to the strained and listening ears behind the partition. He heard a panting gasp as the leg disappeared. There was further rustling… and a dry sob…
“And I think the shoe and stocking also…” he added. “The other leg may be left clad as yet…”
The delay this time was brief. A naked foot, slim and lovely, made its appearance in the aperture. All the beauties of the delicately nude limb followed in its wake…
As if aware that something of her corresponding buttock must appear in the opening… and that there was also a peril of more intimate disclosures in case of movement… the panting owner of the exposed leg sought to maintain it motionless… and she even revealed more of the taut buttock than might otherwise have been necessary… because of her anxiety to expose nothing of her crotch.
“Move the leg and foot… as if searching for some-of soft hair whose strands were of an even ruddier gold thing with the toes…” he directed quietly.
The hesitation of the bewildered and dominant woman was brief. The exquisite thigh which nearly… but not quite… blocked the opening, moved here and there lightly, as it followed the waverings of the lower log… moving delicately to and fro in its searching… disclosures.
Francis edged his chair a trifle nearer. His eyes gleamed, for now he had glimpses of a silken moss… of tendrils than those of Doris Tasker's long and heavy tresses. He saw, too, from time to time, the delicate pinkness of the soft, intimate cleft in the perforce expanded crotch.
The man inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Go on…” he said.
He had another wait… and then there appeared in the tiny arena of this peculiar theatre a white dome crowned at its very summit by a stiffly erect nipple of coral… a crest set in the tender and faintly rosy circle of the aureole of this gloriously beautiful and firm breasts.
Presently the mate of this lovely hillock was presented for his inspection. And then both of them together… though they were somewhat crushed towards each other by the narrow opening in which they were displayed.
And next the perfect jewel of the navel… a dimpled gem set in the white expanse of a lovely naked belly… was pressed against the opening in the wall. He made no audible comment on what he saw… save that his low clear voice signaled every few minutes when he desired the programme altered.
Doris Tasker possessed fashionably slender lines… the lines almost, of a girl. Yet the naked buttock which she now presented with such bitter shame, nearly filled the opening in the partition.
He relished intensely the individual display of each of the rear mounds… and then smiled as an effort… doomed to failure from the start… was made to display to him the entire backside at one time. The whole bottom simply could not be wedged into the opening… but he reveled in the view of this swelling flesh… parted vertically by a line which was made snug and tight by the pressure of the flesh from either side.
“Go on…” he said again, huskily.
And now there arose from the farther side of the thin partition a sound of confused, low clamorings.
“I won't… I simply won't… show him… that,” he heard. “Ohhh… how can you… another woman… help in such… such unspeakable things…?”
Then there was another frantic voice in reply, as Rose interrupted her complaint.
“There's only this one final exposure… and if you think I'm going to risk a whipping and… other things… simply because you're ashamed…! I shall have to call him… now, unless you submit! He will hang me up by the legs maybe… all naked…. because I haven't been able… to compel you… and as for you… just see what will happen…!”
“Oh God… can't he be satisfied… with the humiliation… I've undergone already… I tell you… I won't…!”
“Mr. Freeman…!” called Rose tremulously.
“Don't… ohh… for God's sake… don't call him!” came the wailing whisper. “He's terrible… there's no stopping him! You can't tell… what he will do… or ask for… next! Please… Just an instant… give me time to…!”
Freeman smiled grimly in his solitude… taking no notice of the squabble for which he was responsible. Cynically, he appraised in the trembling voice of his newest captive not only the shame and horror which assailed her and the fear which she had so soon acquired of him, but also the panting excitement which had gradually flooded all her being as she exposed, little by little, all her bared charms.
This excitement, he knew, must be largely sexual in its nature, despite her probable ignorance of the fact… and it presaged for him, when he should so wish, an amoureuse par excellence…
As the delay continued and he heard the dismayed Rose actually struggling with the frantic woman to force her to this added complaisance, he allowed a low, muttered word of command to become audible…
There were two scared exclamations from behind the partition, and then silence for a brief moment. And then a vision of maddening loveliness and entire indiscretion made its first appearance on the stage. Just as Rose had done a little earlier, so now Mrs. Doris Tasker was framing for his pleasure in that square opening… all her lovely bared sexualities.
The dark red gold of her sex hair… nearly bronze in this light… showed first at the base of the quivering, flat belly. Then, gradually, as she managed to contort herself under the guidance of Rose, the distracted matron raised her legs against the wall and parted them… to such a very grudging extent… that he could barely discern the softly carmine line of her sex descending from her plump little mound.
And now for the first time he touched her. He gently laid a fingertip between the closed thighs… which were at once pressed tightly together in dismay… pressing his hand between their warm, velvety surfaces.
“Is someone playing tricks on me…?” he demanded, in seeming annoyance at the gesture.
“Wider… wider… Mr. Tasker…” protested the startled Rose. “If once you annoy him… he may come in here… and then… heaven knows what will happen.”
With a smothered moan of dismay, the recumbent woman parted her legs… abruptly. And now the lavish display of her nude intimacies made Francis shudder with passion and delight.
He toyed with her naked charms in a manner calculated to convert into unwilling but crazed desire the agitation which already permeated her whole being. From her white throat gurgled hoarse little sounds which Doris was unable to repress, and which were half cooing and half wailing in their nature.
She exclaimed at last-almost at the limit of her endurance as his linger gently teased her sex. She stiffened and cried out suddenly as he buried his forefinger to its full extent in the warm, moist sheath, which clung to it ardently. And when he resumed that intensive fingertip play upon her tiny, stiff clitoris, Doris cried out sharply, and, trembling in all of her flesh that was visible, collapsed on the sofa which was supporting her body.
“I think… she's fainted!” came the alarmed voice of Rose from the next room.
“No…. ohh-n-no!” was heard in a smothered exclamation. “I–I c-can't s-stand it! I shall d-die… just die!”
“Is she in the state in which I want her. Rose?” queried Francis quietly.
“I guess so!” said Rose. “She seems almost crazy.”
“Then get her in position for me-press her well into the panel opening,” he ordered. “I'll show her a kind of panel game she never heard of. You will be the first one, Doris, that I've taken through a hole in the wall. But perhaps your innate modesty will be grateful for that.”
“On her knees?” faltered Rose. “Or-or how?”
“No… silly-as she was just now!” he answered.
It is improbable that the stricken Doris, if she heard any of this conversation, understood a syllable of it. She was rolling and tossing in such a frenzy on the couch that the springs creaked. And now Rose was struggling breathlessly to adjust the lovely, naked body to the opening in the way which Francis desired-with the legs parted and raised.
“I… I can't manage her,” panted Rose. “She wriggles and twists so-and closes her legs together… and sighs and throws her arms about.”
“Doris!” called the man, sharply and clearly.
Through the confused mists of her distracted condition his voice penetrated. She gave a wail of misery-and then yielded to the directing hands of Rose. The latter mounted the foot of the sofa and managed to get the lovely body into the position desired. Standing there, she held the legs by the ankles-and kept them apart.
“Her groove is beautifully exposed now.” said Francis. “Just keep her like that-don't let her close her legs.”
Not satisfied with lowering his nether garments, he removed them entirely. He was aflame with desire by this time. And the unusual manner of his intended penetration of this lovely woman whose pouting sex was thus offered to him added fuel to his flames.
With his immense prick thrusting proudly ahead of him-he drew near his pouting, inflamed target. The instant that Doris felt that smooth warmth touching her secret lips, she gave a sudden cry and then, as he went on in-she was in wild if half-conscious motion-jerking her belly and her expanded crotch up and down in an ecstasy of excitement-not in the least realizing as yet what was at hand.
“I… I can't hold her-she is jerking so!” gasped the struggling Rose.
“Doris!” he warned again-and again the woman feebly moaned and subsided-as he pursued his aims.
There was a long inhalation of her breath as the huge head of his prick pressed the soft and yielding lips of her slit inwards. She shook as in an ague for a moment- and then, as he gained ground and the lips of her sex were strained to admit part of that ruby head, she gave a deep moan from her very heart-a moan that was replete with a sombre rapture.
She awakened now to the reality of what was going on within her lovely body.
“Almighty God!” she gasped. “I'm being taken-he's… h-he's h-having m-me!”
With another firm pressure, Francis Freeman managed to lodge the entire head of his prick within the congested lips. The woman writhed-and cried out hoarsely-as she felt her intimate flesh thus invaded.
“Lie still!” be commanded, and her movements ceased abruptly, though she continued to sigh and shiver.
“Yes! I am… 'having' you,” he said. “In the search for a fitting punishment, and one that would linger in your mind I could think of none more effective than this. I will guarantee that you remember this fuck as long as you live. Have you any objection to offer to it?”
Her breathing was one long drawn “o-o-o-h,” and he could surmise that she was incapable of intelligent speech.
“I can feel,” he said… somewhat uncertainly, as the most delicious sensations possessed him, “I can feel the delicate-but fortunately elastic lips of your cunt cling hotly to the weapon which they have housed. I may tell you, perhaps to your relief, that it seems to me that you are so constructed as to admit me with much less difficulty than Rose experienced at first.”
“And now-as I press further within your lovely body — promising to stop instantly if you show any signs of real pain… I ask you again if you can think of ally valid reason why I shouldn't enjoy you if I wish?”
In the faint cry which Doris gave in reply there was a mad ecstasy-but no pain whatever. For the brief pressure which accompanied his remarks and his question had thrilled the woman's inmost passions as they had never been thrilled before.
“No… n-no!” she stammered. “I can offer no objection-you will do as you wish! Ohh! God… God in Heaven — I think I'm dying — with delight!”
It was with real relief that Francis realized now that his surmise had been correct — that the clinging inner channels of this superb beauty who housed him in part were far more elastic than those of the lovely Rose.
For with Rose he had worked for the best part of an hour before attaining a complete penetration of her delicious cunt-and even now, ardent and enamoured as she evidently was, it was with some apprehension as well as with burning joy, that the lovely widow who was his amorous mistress, opened her lovely legs to his approach.
But in this case-despite the outward seeming of delicacy and fragility which he had noted in the slit of the young matron which he was now possessing-he felt exultantly that he need exercise no special discretion.
Not that the channel within which he was slowly penetrating, to the sound of her melodious sighs and gasps of a bliss beyond words, was large or loose in its tissues. On the contrary, the membranes clung hotly and closely as he very slowly slid in.
Even her mental suffering had disappeared for the time being-for, in the unspeakable ecstasy that shook her- there was no room for distress of any kind.
“Come-come closed!” she moaned feverishly. “Ohh- can't you come closed!” She writhed her limbs frantically at him. “Ohh! God! Break down the wall-crush it- crush me! Come… t-take m-me-I want it… clear in m-me!”
He pressed down a trifle more, and she gurgled with a new rapture.
“Please… p-please!” she whispered shakily. “Push… lie on m-me-I want to feel-y-you on m-me… to squeeze you in between-o-o-h Cod!.. between my legs — instead of like this.”
“The next time.” he replied huskily, “for there will be many a next time, Doris. Then I'll flatten you beneath me. But I can't stop now! Can you take another inch of it? Stop her mouth. Rose… those soft squeals can be- heard across the street!”
Breathing hard, he paused at last-with his virile organ planted to its last inch within the trembling, ecstatic body of the clergyman's lovely wife. He had crowded his body as close as possible to the opening in the wall-and the devoted Rose was holding the writhing nudities of the delirious Doris fully at his disposal.
In consequence of his care. Doris hardly felt a twinge of discomfort. Her whole being was absorbed in a felicity so great that she raved chokingly-and when at last his sperm jetted forth it was into a cunt already lubricated by two discharges of her woman's love dew-and spending again in unison with him Doris cried out in ecstasy and fell back in a swoon.
Francis withdrew very gently. The panel closed. He could faintly hear Rose scurrying around as she revived the shaken Doris-and led her away to necessary ablutions. He attended to his own person-and sat down to await what might transpire.
Presently there was a light tap at the door-and he called out: “Come in!”
Preceded by a flushed and charming Rose-a delightful maid servant in white, who displayed bare thighs with every whisk of her brief skirt-there entered a figure with the pale and exquisite features of a statue.
Mrs. Tasker was draped in a long mantle of black silk — a garment which swept the floor in folds amid which the pure whiteness of her naked, beautiful feet showed as she stepped forward, escorted by Rose.
Pale as marble, the woman looked downward at the ground. Her sole color showed in the magnificent unbound mane of red gold hair which fell about her knees.
“Look at him, Doris,” whispered Rose. “And speak to him as you were bidden.”
The still quivering woman managed to raise her eyes. And as she did so their blueness was suffused-and encountering his glance, her pallor was slowly invaded by a delicate flush-a flush which spread over all her face and throat.
“How-how can I… s-say such things!” she mourned very softly.
Yet it was clear that she had not yet been able to cast off the enchantment attending on what this man had so recently done to her.
“You must… ohh-you must!” quavered the flurried Rose. “I told you-you will be punished like a naughty child unless you succeed in pleasing him!”
“Ohh! My God!” ejaculated Doris, chokingly.
She advanced close to the seated Francis. Under the light pressure of Rose's hand on her shoulder, she fell on her knees before him. She took his hand and kissed it.
“I… I thank y-you!” she whispered tremulously. “For… for fucking m-mer-so marvelously. It has made me very happy-to be of use to you in this way!”
“I hope you are telling me the truth, Doris,” he said quietly. “Were you really happy?”
Again she met his eyes. And through all the shame of a proud and aristocratic young matron brought to such an unbelievable humiliation, there showed briefly a glance of uncontrollable passion before her long lashes fell.
“I was… happy,” she murmured. “And I shall be glad — if you wish-to… o-o-h-to show myself to you… quite naked, so that you may see what you have done!”
“I think that I might permit that,” he said quietly. Doris stumbled to her feet-with the assistance of the hovering Rose. For a moment she stood there swaying- and then, as the man changed his posture with a sudden impatient gesture, she started violently. Her hands went to the throat of her garment — which swathed her very voluminously.
There was only a single clasp at the neck. This she unfastened fumbingly. She gasped faintly-and then- seeming to summon all her resolution, she took the borders of the garment which she had been clasping so close about her body-and threw back the mantle's silken folds to either side.
Against the black silk the wonderful beauty of her naked body was sharply outlined. The milk and rose of the soft skin, the perfect curves of the swelling breasts, the charm of the triangle of ruddy gold hair at her crotch — all combined in a picture of perfect womanhood.
“Hold the mantle. Rose,” he ordered huskily. “Now turn around very slowly, Doris-let me see every part of you against that dark background. Don't stop until I tell you to…”
She revolved thus for a full three minutes-and he felt that he could have prolonged the display almost indefinitely. Nor was his lovely victim any less affected than the man himself.
Her face was a glow of exquisite color-and she quivered and vibrated, despite her burning shame, as she presented to him in a continuous display all of her naked and luscious charms.
“You may stop turning now,” he observed. “No… I did not say you might close the mantle. Stand facing me and hold the drape out to either side. I can now quite understand why so devout a pillar of the church as George Bliss was wild with longing to denude those lovely legs of yours!”
“You feel that you were a little foolish to give him the opportunity-for a pair of stockings… don't you? I suspect a couple of indiscreet drinks-perhaps?”
“I was-silly!” murmured Mrs. Tasker with an effort. “He was a friend of my husband's. I wasn't exacting any such overtures from him.”
“It is easy to understand,” he replied, “that even this elderly man was able to get you somewhat wrought up by handling your naked thighs. And I'll give you credit for having to be able to break away from him-even when his lips were kissing and sucking your naked slit.”
“Apropos of that-you may show me again, in penance, the spot that he kissed. Bend right backwards-and then round your body in an arc. You had better take that silk mantle from her, Rose! And now, Doris, spread your legs apart as far as you can.”
The humiliated woman complied. With his face but a short distance away from the expanded crotch, Francis gloated in silence over the freshly laved rose of her sex. The pink cleft seemed almost infantile now in its close-lipped delicacy.
“It seems almost incredible,” he remarked, “that I was so nicely housed within such a tiny opening. I think… since your hair is so gloriously abundant elsewhere-that we might dispense with it here.”
“I am quite sure I shall take a great delight in seeing your mound quite denuded-and slipping my prick into so wee and infantile seeming a cleft…”
Doris choked and wailed with shame-even now not daring to rise to her feet.
“I beg of you-ohh! I do beg of you!” she quavered, as he crossed to the shelf and picked up the small safety razor with which Rose was accustomed to keep her armpits shaven.
“Lie down on that couch,” he directed. “And do not ever attempt to argue with me. Rose will tell you how unsafe that can be. And now. Rose, the soap and water- lather her well… rub it in thoroughly-until the whole beard is softened.”
“He does pay some attention still, to your lovely… body?” queried Francis curiously.
“He's after me all the time,” she told him frankly, with a little moue. “But not for what you may think. He just likes to… see me and touch-he never seems to get tired of…**
“And you let him?”
“A married woman has some obligations,” she reminded him, with a shrug.
“And does he never take you?”
“He… he-very seldom,” she breathed. “Sometimes after I have lain there naked in the clear light-and pretended to be asleep and he has felt m-my body everywhere… he wants to do more…”
“But it torments rather than pleases me. Ohh-ohh- please don't let her rub me there any more… I c-can hardly stand it without screaming!”
“Go easy, Rose,” he directed. “I think you're deliberately trying to get her all wrought up again. I have a fancy that you found it less of an ordeal than you expected-to help me take her-and that you'd like to see the performance repeated-where you could watch all that went on!”
“Now I shall shave you, Doris. It is inevitable, so don't complain or wriggle about. Possibly when your husband sees how charming your naked cunt is-he will be moved to-nibble at it like his friend Bliss. You… I think from the sudden start you gave-regard that as quite sure?”
“Ohh! O-o-oh… my God!” moaned the twisting and distracted Doris-as the brush and then the fingers of Rose worked busily over the sensitive regions of her sex. “Please-please, Mr. Freeman… don't do this… don't make me so ridiculous and indecent. I shall be so ashamed… please, so ashamed!”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Francis. “You will enjoy it after you are accustomed to it I think I shall ask you to keep your pussy shaven-and use powder and lotion on it every day-to preserve the soft delicacy of your mound and slit. It will be,” he added cynically, “a real treat for your hubby too!”
“Good heavens!” wailed the shivering woman, as Rose's fingers, applying the lather where the tendrils of hair wandered between her legs, made her vibrate. “Oh! Good heavens… how shall I ever explain it to Thomas?”
“Why-I… he…” she murmured ashamedly. “Your words just reminded me that-ohh! Do I have to tell you quite everything? Am I allowed no reserves whatever?”
“Unless you wish,” he remarked, “to show your husband a reddened behind as well as a shaven pussy, you would do well to obey my orders.”
She flinched and eyed him strangely.
Why… it was only that: I recalled an odd habit he once had for kissing our daughter between the legs when she was quite young, some five or six years ago.”
“I was afraid it might develop some erotic tendencies in Louise-and I made such a fuss that he abandoned the practice. She wept and-carried on terribly at the time- which made me all the more determined to put a stop to it…”
“But she was always such a modest girl otherwise. And in any event it does not seem to have harmed her, or affected her charming maidenliness.”
“She would no more think of exposing herself now, even before her father, than jumping out of a window. Of course she… she was quite-hairless down there at the time and that was what made me recall it when you said what you did just then.
Doris's soft voice died away in a tremolo-for Francis, having shaved the entire mound, was now gripping the lips other sex with his fingertips while the razor sought out and removed the little tendrils of hair which still curled between her legs.
“Ohh… o-o-o-h!” she gasped faintly.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed the man delightedly-as he straightened up at the completion of his task. “Would you ever have recognized this cunt. Rose? It was so lovely before-but now it is exquisite in a different way… innocently lascivious. Powder and perfume her, Rose!”
“Heavens… she does look tit to kiss, doesn't she? Indeed I think you shall kiss her! That's enough of the spray and powder. Kiss the smooth mound, Rose-and the little pink slit. Why this hesitation? Obey me instantly… why, she is like a flower down there-you should feel absolutely no repugnance!”
And now, quivering with shame, Rose obeyed him. He was satisfied with the light kisses she bestowed on the smooth mound-and between the naked legs, which his hands drew apart as Doris would have clenched them together in her intense embarrassment.
“I believe in immediate punishment for any fault!” said he. “And you shall receive yours now, Rose, for that brief hesitation. Don't tremble and look a» the closet where I keep the whip. I shall not chastise you that way. But shall now prepare me-with your sweet lips-for the dedication of this childish seeming temple.”
Sinking to her knees, the humiliated Rose held out imploring hands to him.
“Not before her.” she wailed. “Ohh… I implore you! What can she-or anyone else-ever think of me… if it is known. Gladly-oh, gladly… I'll please you as you wish… but in privacy-ohh, please!”
Francis eyed the imploring woman sternly. He sat on the edge of the couch whereon lay the bewildered Doris — to whom this interchange of words meant nothing… as yet.
Upon her knees Rose crept toward him. Refusing to look at either of them, she unbuttoned his trousers-and her slim fingers plucked forth the swollen prick which the woman who had recently harbored it now saw for the first time.
At the sight Doris gasped… exclaiming in incredulous amazement as she saw the unspeakable abashed Rose now bow her head and after kissing the rigid prick all over — lick it from base to tip. And the reclining woman closed her eyes with shielding palms as she saw Rose slowly slip the shining, ruddy tip between her straining lips.
“Watch each stage of this, Doris,” commanded the man very brusquely. “If it is new to you-then it is the more vital that you should learn about it If you imagine that Rose is utterly miserable over having to suck me thus-just watch her carefully!”
Rose stiffened as she heard his words… and endeavoured to disguise the libidinous ecstasy which simply would force itself through all her shame as she felt the throbbing bulb within her wet little mouth.
But her nerves betrayed her-and presently she was flaring with a sombre delight… giving little muffled and cooing sounds from congested lips-tenderly fingering his hanging balls, and sucking down on him with a rapture which not even the inexperienced Doris could fail to detect… Rose groaned aloud with ecstasy.
“But… she loves it!” said the trembling Doris… as if to herself.
“Indeed she does!” assented the man huskily. “And so do I-and she does it marvelously! You would do well, Doris, to be preparing yourself while she is preparing me! I wish to see you finger that charming slit of yours until you spend-and thus lubricate for my admission those transformed premises which I find so attractive.”
“Ohh!” she breathed, her face one glow of carmine and her violet eyes glistening. “Ohh! You are going to take me again?”
He nodded briefly.
“But… but what is it-I must do?” she stammered.
“You must know-you were a schoolgirl not so long ago and schoolgirls learn-even if they pretend not to… the art of solitary pleasure. Let me see your forefinger or your middle finger-pushed gently within your dainty clit. Yes-that's right. Now touch your clitoris!”
At all points the subjugated, fascinated Doris obeyed him-watching intently all the time the play of Rose's lips upon his prick. But she jumped and sighed as her finger slipped between the delicate borders — where its slenderness hardly expanded the delicious orifice.
“Ah!” he remarked with gratification. “You found your little clitoris aroused and sensitive? I fancied you would. Now play upon it gently… until you spend-as I have directed you!”
In this too… with a delirious frenzy that delighted him-the woman complied. The lava which flowed in her veins as she quivered lasciviously and ardently watched Rose's delightful occupation thrust from her mind the sensual trap into which she had fallen. The masculine organ had been palpitating for some time-and Francis was timing closely the progress of Doris's indelicate occupation.
Suddenly she shook and shivered as if in a fever. She gave a vibrant little cry-and with finger still deeply imbedded, she twisted and writhed upon the couch.
“Stop, Rose!” he warned.
But the woman he addressed moaned and resisted feebly as he would have withdrawn his throbbing prick from her grasping lips.
“At once, Rose!” he warned again.
And now she obeyed-but cast herself despairingly forward to give one parting lick to the ruddy head she so adored. In firm hands he gripped the shaking, twisting body of Doris and planted her flat on her back-with widely parted legs.
“This will probably be your first real fuck!” Francis muttered. “Shove a cushion beneath her rump. Rose!”
This time he encountered no reluctance on the part of the lovely Doris Tasker-but rather a burning ardor which would have defeated his purpose had he not sternly halted her actions with words of command which beat through her delirium of desire.
It was a fornication so wonderful that Rose, recovering from her chagrin at being deprived of her adored plaything before she had achieved its crisis, vibrated to the depths of her being as she watched.
And the pair who had been driven almost crazy with bliss as they coupled-awakened from their ecstatic spasm of delight to find Rose almost out of her mind with desire and performing on herself the same delightful operation that Doris had so recently inflicted on herself.
“Shameless hussy!” exclaimed the man smilingly. “You were not told to use your fingers thus! It is never permitted without my express directions — remember that. And in atonement-and for your delay a few minutes ago… you may resume the pleasant recreation you then enjoyed. But perhaps you may not enjoy it so much this time, for I expect you to cleanse me thoroughly.”
Yet it was with a hungry little cry that Rose, lowering her white skirt, fell upon the dangling, still moist member which he had just withdrawn from the vibrating body of Doris Tasker. The fact that it was gleaming with his dew and hers repelled Rose not at all-in her deep yearning to feel it once more in her mouth.
It was soft-yet still formidable in size. Hut this was the first time that the handsome widow had encountered it in such a state that she could, without difficulty, ring it with her warm lips.
She gurgled with joy even over its shrunken condition.-finding that she could cram so much more of its lovely flesh into her eager mouth. She did not seem to mind now, if she noted at all-the startled eyes of Doris upon her.
Yet even in her absorption over her delicious task, she treated the yielding member with less violence in her caress than she was accustomed to employ when it was hard and rigid as an iron bar.
She sucked softly upon it-rolling it with her tongue- licking gently the portion between her lips.
“I think I said something about cleaning it.” remarked Francis. “And that meant all of it!”
She withdrew the prick from her mouth and regarded it critically. Holding the tip delicately with her fingers she licked every inch of its smooth length. Her wet little tongue even voyaged to his balls and his curling sex hair in her determination to follow his directions to the full.
And then at length she resumed her light suction of the already expanding cock.
Incredulously, Doris Tasker watched the process. Her amazement was no longer directed to the fascinated self-abnegation of Rose, and her evident delight in her present occupation. Indeed, her flustered mind wavered and her nerves tingled with a curiosity that made her wish to discover from experience just what it was that Rose found so delicious in this strange caress.
But her incredulity was directed towards the virility of the man himself. For that worthy — that incomparable cock of his now showed no acknowledgment that it had recently performed deeds which certainly entitled it to a rest… at least!
“Good heavens!” breathed the startled woman and she eyed rosily the rigid and hugely erect prick whose swollen head was again cramming the mouth of the happy Rose to its fullest capacity.
“You are surprised?” he said complacently, turning to regard the lovely naked vision upon the couch-who was hardly conscious any longer of her nudity. “You are so surprised at the quick recovery of my weapon?”
“But… I don't understand,” faltered the bewildered matron. “I had supposed that after just once and you have almost killed me twice within the hour, a man was incapable of a… new energy-for an embrace-”
“There are men-and men,” he replied. “Your husband is undoubtedly one kind and I am another. Then, to give credit where credit is due-Rose is marvelous at this caress. I think she would awaken the dead. And she has found, despite her shame, a source of immense pleasure in doing this to me. Haven't you, Rose?”
Stifled with his swelling prick, her face crimson, the handsome widow could only nod her head in confession, and let a muffled sound which passed for assent strain from her red lips.
“Perhaps you, too, will wish to do as much for me some time?” he suggested mildly to the quivering Doris.
Doris colored hotly and turned her face away without either denial or admission. But Rose rolled distressed dark eyes upwards in jealous apprehension as she heard this sudden possibility of a rival in her own field of sensual and amorous perversity.
Francis-already vibrating to the ardor of her softly drawing lips and caressing tongue-smiled down at her.
“Your adored morsel seems to be scorned. Rose, for the present, at any rate,” he remarked placidly. “Yet I think that even though you have a monopoly I shall request you to consider your punishment over for the time being I shall spend down your throat in a few moments otherwise and I shouldn't want that!”
“Stop and look after this indiscreet lady, who seems not to consider the need for a douche if she is not to add to her family-which might amaze the worthy pastor.”
Frightened. Doris slipped from the couch.
“It never occurred to me.” she admitted. “You seem to have driven everything out of my head and myself out of my mind, today!”
“It's nice to ho crazy occasionally, isn't it?” Francis observed smilingly.
Doris mustered a grave little smile in response to his own. She was eyeing him very thoughtfully.
“Do you know, she said candidly and as if she were surprised, “I could almost forgive you, in your present mood, for the injury you have done me. I could even…”
Her violet eyes widened in amazement-at her unexpected conclusion.
“I could even-be very fond of you,” she ended quite ingeniously.
“That is pleasant,” he said, genuinely pleased by her queer self analysis. “I find it satisfying to be liked by lovely women like yourself and Rose-regardless of my own treatment of you. Rose here actually hated me not go many days ago.”
“I-ohh… I didn't!” denied the stricken Rose. “At least I guess perhaps I did-but I can't see how I could have… felt that way about you!”
Mrs. Tasker was so shaken by her experiences that Francis prescribed a warm bath to sooth her before she returned home. As he wandered freely in and out of the bathroom where she was thus intimately engaged-and as he watched each stage of her subsequent toilet-she expressed quite frankly her reactions to his persistent supervision.
“Even a wife,” she remarked, “has some privacy-before and after intimate relations with her husband. But you are treating me as if I were the merest infant-as if I had no right to any reserves or modesty whatever.”
“It matters very much-to me,” he said. “I should dislike exceedingly to find you losing that delicious modesty and your ability to blush so furiously over any physical and sensual overtures made to you. Yet, only a brief time ago you were raving over an affront far more serious than this we are now discussing.”
“I was not quite sane at the time.” she murmured. “And I don't know that I shall ever be quite sane again. Even though you have ruined me-shamed me in a hundred ways-why should I try to bide my conviction that I shall never be so incredibly happy in the future as I was while you defiled me-and made me unable to hold up my bead again amongst my friends? Now that it is all over and I have served my sentence…”
“You have barely begun your sentence,” he assured her-watching the long silk stocking being carefully put on and drawn upward over a beautiful leg and whitely rounded thigh.
“Hardly begun,” she faltered, pausing in her occupation and raising apprehensive eyes. “Do you mean to tell me that all that has happened hasn't satisfied the… the indignation which you and Mrs. Bolton-justly, I admit, felt against me?”
“You shall not pay a cent,” he said. “You shall carry the thought that you have paid-and arc paying-with your lovely body-and your freedom. You are mine… do you understand? And you will come to me whenever I summon you. You will feel the weight of my authority and my hot desire for your lovely body-even when you are not with me at the time!”
“In evidence whereof,” he continued, with glowing eyes, “1 lay two commands upon you now. Firstly, you will quite inadvertently let your husband observe this very night that your pussy has been shaved!”
“Yon will tell him that you did it yourself-and will explain, when questioned; that you had a strange desire to see once more how you must have looked there when you were ten or twelve years old. You will whisper embarrassedly to him a query as to whether you don't remind him of the way Louise used to look at the time when he was so fond of kissing her between her legs?”
“You will spread yourself out complaisantly to let him look his nil at your nudities. You will see what will happen. He will be so wild with delight that he will not even notice the inflammation still remaining from my own violent embraces…”
“He will hug your thighs and begin to kiss you down here as he was wont to kiss his daughter. You will repulse him. He will plead-and you will succumb bashfully. And you will tell me-tomorrow afternoon in this room… exactly what occurred!”
“It's a changed life-a life of horrible phantasies-with which you threaten me,” stammered Doris. “And it's a dual life too-for how can I avoid the peril that my husband or my innocent daughter may not suspect?”
“It may be best to be somewhat frank with your innocent daughter.” he murmured.
And cynically he laid upon the table before her the photo of a totally naked and exquisitely formed young girl, Doris stared at it for a moment with wild eyes.
“It's Louise-all undressed!” she cried. “How-how did you get… this picture?”
“Not as you perhaps think,” he told the convulsed matron. “Look at the picture. She smiles-although with shy dismay. If she had been trapped thus by any man- or had even had the thought that any man might see the picture, she would never have smiled.”
“I think that this is, beyond doubt, the loveliest bit of photographic art I have ever seen. A lovely girl is your sweet, blonde Louise-in her slender shapely nudity- with those finger tempting young breasts-and that curly triangle below her smooth belly.”
“Please… please!” cried Doris chokingly, trying to atop him.
“Better tell her the source of the picture. Rose,” he suggested.
“Some of the girls who come here for dresses get a bit jolly,” explained Mrs. Bolton embarrassedly. “It's not very unusual for one of the party to have a camera and wish to snapshot the others while they are trying things on-or in a state of undress before trying on their silk or satin underwear!”
“And you deliberately brought this picture to Mr. Freeman accused the indignant Doris Tasker.
Rose shrugged helplessly. “I didn't,” she said. “He-he made me. He does as he likes-you ought to know that- and what could I do?”
“The fact is, of course,” he said calmly, “that your daughter is almost equally culpable with yourself in the bills you have run up here, and which have served to bring Rose to financial disaster.”
“She is paying now for the faults and carelessness of others-amongst whom are your daughter and yourself- by this state of what you term… slavery!”
“But-good heavens-she is little more than a child and it was really my fault that she ran up this account,” cried Doris. “You can't have in mind any personal penalty for her?”
“I have no compunctions in the matter,” he assured her. “I wish to see your daughter in the exact guise of this photo. And I shall see her this way, too, I can assure you. For if you falter in bringing it about-incredible things will happen to you… without your saving Louise in the long run. I should not hesitate to send a copy of this photograph to her father if that was necessary!”
“He would kill her-he would disown her!” wailed the frenzied Doris.
“There are certain things which are quite without any conscience-proverbially so…” he smiled. “You may not have heard of them-but I have one of them when I look at this delightful photograph!”
With a cynical gesture he indicated to her that his member was once more rampant. The lovely woman colored hotly-but her eyes returned again and again, through lowered lashes, to the marked pertuberance in his leather garments — a swelling that strained the buttons of his trousers and sought release.
“You will bring her here,” he went on calmly, “on some pretext of a legal settlement of her debt which requires her presence. Once here, I shall talk with her a moment… aside and privately.”
“She will be led to believe that prison, disgrace, faces you both-and that the only alternative is submission to the person who holds the obligations due to Mrs. Bolton. The photo she might take lightly-as a mere frolic-but she will not take lightly what I have to say to her.”
“Will you spare her-virginity… at least?” pleaded Doris, her lovely eyes filled with tears, and her slim hands outstretched in a gesture of despair.
“That much I will pledge,” he said. “Yet for her own audacity in trying to argue with me and limit my decisions, the lovely Mrs. Tasker shall insert her hand within my trousers and fondle the object she will find there… while we continue our chat.”
“When she emerges from her private conference with me, Louise will still not know what it is she has to do- but she will have been told that whatever it may be, she must do it And it is you who will instruct her in what is required-following directions which I shall give you beforehand.”
“I… I think…” whispered Doris huskily-for her extreme agitation over her present task rendered her incapable of speech. “I think that-after all… since you do not intend to ruin her-that it is not so shattering a thing for a pretty girl to show her naked body… to a man at least as old as her own father!”
“And I think,” he smiled, “that you are becoming reasonable and seeking valid excuses for pleasing me by showing me this vision which will delight me. For unless this picture is very deceiving, Louise is a perfect work of art-when naked-and the originator of such a masterpiece should be proud to exhibit it-What is the matter, is something wrong, Doris?”
“I–I don't know… I feel faint,” she quavered to him. “Yes-I do know too-and so do you… you horrible man! My nerves won't stand it-to do this to yon and just sitting here! Don't laugh… at m-me!”
“Ohh! Take me-for God's sake… just once morel Can't you see how I am tortured-wanting you… yet I was quite unconscious of such passion-until you made me… touch you again!”