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  The abhorrence and terror which Hester Brown had experienced at this decree had given strength and cunning to her arm, though she had never before in her life wielded the whip. And she had managed to flog Jane Wallace to her knees, striping her back and breasts and bottom with furious empurpling welts from her whip until Jane had screamed for mercy.

  She had been taken from the arena, her wrists handcuffed behind her, and made to kneel in front of

  Marjorie Sayers in the latter's box while she watched the fate reserved for the vanquished blonde.

  Jane Wallace had been seized by the two seamen, Tom and Sam, the survivors of the doomed freighter, now executioners and torturers for the ruler of . They had dragged the sobbing, pleading naked widow to a curious apparatus that Lord Henry Philbrock himself had designed with the help of Bernard Kagan. It was not much more than a kind of low rectangular tabouret at one end of which was a kind of soldered metal clamp which fixed around Jane Wallace's neck. At the lower sides of this tabouret were spring-lock metal rings that fixed around the captive wrists. But at the front of the table there was a kind of Y-shaped arch that projected up the waist and consequently the loins of the prisoner. Then from the rear feet of the tabouret ran two short planks, at the end of each of which was another adjustable metal bracelet; these fitted around the hollows of the prisoner's knees. When Jane Wallace had been fixed into that singular apparatus, she found herself with her head bowed down and her bottom arching up lewdly, and her legs spread sufficiently so that the pink gape of her cunt-hole was shameless and wantonly exposed.

  Each of the deck hands had led in a sex-starved slave. These poor men had been tortured for over a year, allowed to watch some of the sexual depravity that took place on the island, but never allowed to participate. As an added measure the men had been closely watched during that time and tied up at night so that they had never been able to give themselves relief by masturbating or touching themselves in any way.

  Jane Wallace, shrieking and pleading, begging to be put to death, crying out against the atrocious pain of violation by the sex-starved lunatics, had had to endure a fucking from each of them. Three times, long, bony, bright red pricks dug into her quaking quim almost faster than the eye could watch as the men glued themselves to this gift, this "bride's" loins so unshakably that it was necessary to douse them with a pail of cold water before they could be broken loose.

  Jane Wallace, shocked by the trauma of the furious rape, had managed to escape in the dead of that same night and had flung herself into the ocean. A shark had espied her and ended her suffering for all time.. .

  But Hester Brown, though having vanquished this unhappy rival, was not exempt in the last from her duties to the imperatrix Marjorie Sayers.

  So the latter had once again commanded that the young widow gamahuche her and lick her anus; and when for the third time Hester Brown had refused, the dominatress had decided to turn her into a pony girl for a spectacle which was scheduled for the very next night after our saga begins upon . . .a spectacle at which would attend several important guests of Lord Henry Philbrock and at which, as we shall see, there would be a reunion of the most surprising and terrifying kind!

  Marjorie Sayers had had preparations to make for this gala event, so she had asked her dear friend Elvire, whose bed she had shared on many a night, to devise a sufficient punishment for poor Hester Brown.

  It was this punishment that Velma and Marguerite were now inflicting on the captive. Hester Brown was about five feet six inches in height, with jet-black hair, a soft creamy skin, a heart-shaped face with dark blue eyes, a winsome, full, sweet mouth, dainty snub nose. But her body was lush and it was no wonder that Elvire and Marjorie lusted for her. Her buttocks were spacious and round and firm, upstandingly posed, with a thin cleft between them which was now widely and obscenely spraddled because of the position of her ankles. Her breasts were twin melons-Crenshawsclosely-spaced, high-set, and crowned with dark brownish-coral buds in wide pale-pink aureoles.

  Velma, kneeling between the captive's thighs, her hands gripping the sides of those beautiful, widely straddled naked legs, was in the act of gamahuching Hester, while Marguerite, behind the sobbing and groaning young woman, was alternately pricking the inner curves of her bottom as well as her asshole with a long darning needle made of whalebone and applying, with her right hand, a deft, quick lash from a little whip.

  The silver-haired Elvire put the tip of her dainty, soft pink tongue in the corner of her mouth, leaning forward absorbedly as she watched the blindfolded and deafened naked slave subjected to this double punishment, which so artfully combined pain and voluptuous pleasure. She had not only slept with Marjorie Sayers but with both Velma and Marguerite, though as a dom-inatress herself she much preferred to take the initiative and to be the aggressor; these two young girls were, like their mother, inflamed dominatresses and therefore it was only by a tacit agreement to bed together without seeking to take the upper hand that they and Elvire de St. Cyr were able to have pleasure.

  Velma Sayers was of medium height, and wore only a long tunic made of fine red silk, which covered her from her shoulders to mid-thigh, and sandals with high heels. She was naked otherwise. Her breasts were remarkably large and full as compared with the unfortunate Hester Brown's; they were widely spaced, and the nipples were extremely well developed, undoubtedly because of the lesbian games that Velma had been enjoying. Her bottom was succulent, with upstandingly rounded cheeks set very tightly together, and her thighs were womanly in their roundness and firmness, with sleek, gradually curving calves that completed a most mouthwatering ensemble of young femininity. To go with her golden hair, Velma had delightful magnolia-tinted skin. Most of the inhabitants of -that is, those who were not slaves or workers-shunned the sometimes intolerably blazing sun and remained in their apartments to retain the exquisite satiny complexion that so enhanced their feminine charms.

  Marguerite Sayers was svelte, with nervously sinuous calves and thighs, and soft, small but deliciously quince-shaped breasts. Her jet black hair was coiffed in helmet style to give her oval-shaped face a still more piquant mien. Her skin was a warm olive and at a young age she was already an accomplished torturess and lesbian sadist-as many an unhappy female captive of could well attest.

  Hester Brown jerked forward now with a sobbing cry as Marguerite Sayers, lifting the little black leather whip in her right hand, delivered a downward-flicking cut that made the ends of the oiled and supple leather thongs bite viciously into the shadowy groove that separated Hester's quivering bottom-cheeks. But this lunge did not avert the lash in the least, for Marguerite, with a childish giggle, moved forward and delivered a second stroke inflicted exactly like the first, while at the same time her older sister, digging her finger into poor Hester's thighs, plunged her tongue deeply into the naked captive's twat and found the clitty and then began to rub at it lasciviously.

  "Ohhhh!! Dear God, I cant stand it, I cant stand it! It hurts-oooh, please don't do that to me! Eyaaa-rrrhhh!! Oh, the whip, the whip, how it hurts my poor flesh! Ooohhh, what are you doing to me there, oh, have mercy, I cant do such things, I'd rather die, Don't torture me like this-Eowwww!! ! " This last prolonged cry was torn from the writhing naked widow as Marguerite lowered her little whip and then flicked it right up against the base of the buttocks so that the tips of the lash nipped and bit venomously, one of them gliding into the fold that led to Hester's sensitive asshole. Her mad lunges and twists excited Velma now, for she felt the captive's pussy mashing and rubbing against her nose and mouth. Holding on tenaciously to Hester's quaking thighs, the golden-haired daughter of the dominatress began to tongue-suck the captive with long deep digs, just as a man might plunge his prick into that warm tingling chasm.

  At last Elvire could bear no more. She clapped her hands, and the two sisters reluctantly ceased their sport. Languorously rising from the chaise lounge, the silver-haired Lesbian approached the sobbing and squirming Hester. She put out her aristocratic
ally long tapering hands and gently stroked those magnificent breasts, the paths of her dainty thumbs soothing the pouting dusky nipplebuds. Hester started convulsively at first, fearing a new assault of pain. But, as the beautiful Parisian dominatress lingeringly continued to stroke and tweak her nipples with one hand while she glided her right down the beautifully sculptured goblet of Hester's belly, titillating the navel, and thence to the thick dark curls of Hester's cunt, the victim began to shiver and sigh with unmistakable tumescence. Long twitching spasms rippled her spraddled naked prize, from knees to crotch; gradually the tangled and thick ringlets of her pussy fur seemed to part until one could see the plump soft pink lips of that delicious snatch, gaping and faintly moist as proof that Hester Brown was ready for pleasure. But not, alas, her own!

  Now Elvire's slim hands wandered gently over the inflamed and splotched cheeks of Hester's trembling bottom as if alleviating the angry marks left by that cruel little whip. Gradually, too, dainty fingertips edged along the intimate amber cleft which led to both Hester's pleasure orifices, and now at last her right forefinger prodded the dainty, crinkly rosette of Hester Brown's still virgin asshole, while her left forefinger crept down to enter that moist open cunt and attack the clitty which had begun to emerge from its protective hiding place and throbbed erect like a miniature male cock.

  Groans and gasps and whimpering sighs escaped the shuddering, tractioned captive.

  At Elvire's nod, Velma deftly plucked out the wax stopples from Hester's ears. Then in a caressing voice, Elvire murmured, "Poor darling, they've been torturing you, haven't they?"

  "Ohh.. .why-yes.. .oh, what are you doing to me? Please-please save me from these horrible people! My husband's dead, I want to die too!"

  "Did you love him so much, then?" Elvire insidiously demanded. Now her forefinger had pried just inside the lips of Hester's bumhole, and the naked captive squirmed uneasily and jerked, with a startled gasp of shame. "Aaah! oh, don't do that to me, I beg of you. Oh no, i-it wasn't that, I didn't love him, but at least he could have saved me and protected me from these awful people, from this dreadful place!"

  "You find it so dreadful, then?"

  "It-it's incredible-here on this tiny little island which nobody knows anything about, to find a building like this, and all these things and the furniture and the expensive utensils and draperies-what is this place, where am I?"

  "Didnt your mistress, Marjorie Sayers, tell you?"

  "She-she said it was called . But what is it and how did it come about?"

  "It does not concern you, my dear darling. But your mistress is quite angry with you because you won't obey her. Now, you have been sent to me for punishment, but I feel sorry for you. If you are a very sweet girl and do exactly what I tell you to, I will ask Marjorie to let me have you as my slave. Would you like that?"

  "Oh," Hester Brown sobbed as she kept involuntarily squirming to try to get Elvire's finger out of her asshole (the Lesbian had playfully inserted the tip of her forefinger just past the sphincter muscles and was gently edging it back and forth), "if you'll only help me, help me get back to Australia! I have relative there, they have money, I'd pay you well!"

  "I have no need of money here, slave," Elvire said coldly, at once removing both forefingers, only to apply them and her thumbs to the nipples of Hester's pointing breasts. "I prefer to live here rather than anywhere else in the world because I can enjoy myself without restrictions. But if you were sensible and would obey me, I could be gentle to you and teach you many delights which no man could ever teach you, lovely Hester. You have such beautiful breasts, and such a magnificent bottom. And your adorable sweet little cunt, it fairly makes me moisten in mine to see it pouting now, so sweetly open to me! Would you like to be my slave?"

  "Oh, oh, not a slave, not in this day and age-it's impossible!"

  "You think so? But everyone who sets foot upon this island becomes a slave or is punished, as you will be, and most cruelly, by Marjorie. She does not have my patience, darling. Here, kiss me. Let me show you how tender it can be between us if you are a good sweet obedient girl."

  And, casting off her negligee, the tall, lithe silver-haired Lesbian was breathtakingly naked. The two Sayers sisters stared at her greedily.

  Elvire approached the blindfolded captive until at last her cunt pressed against the furry-thatched nook of the blindfolded widow; but Elvire's cunt had not a hair about it, and was as pink and soft as that of a child-save that it was voluptuously ripe-lipped and the clitoris was extraordinarily long, more than an inch where fully erect. And it was erect now, roused by the sight of Hester's squirming and the sound of her cries under the whip of Marguerite and the gamahuching of lovely golden-haired Velma.

  Her slim hands gripping the cheeks of Hester's bottom, Elvire now began to girlfuck her victim, with a slow and insistent rotary movement of her loins which rubbed her naked pussy against the furry thicket that partly concealed Hester's delicious, gaping cunt. And at first, lulled by this lascivious little game that helped to diminish the suffering caused by the lash and by the prickling of the whalebone needled inflicted by Marguerite, Hester Brown at last became aware that what Elvire was proposing of her was in essence no less shameful than what Marjorie Sayers had already demanded from her.

  "Oh no! I cant, I won't, I don't want to be caressed by a woman! Have you no decency? Untie me, don't shame me like this! It's filthy, it's disgusting!"

  Elvire's lovely face darkened with fury. To flatly reject was the most atrocious error that poor Hester Brown could have committed with this narcissistic Lesbian. For she so prided herself on the beauty of her body and on the fantasies of her erotic imagination that a rebuff by anyone, and particularly a captive slave, infuriated her.

  "So," she hissed as she instantly stepped back from the shuddering naked body of the victim, "you think it is disgusting and filthy, do you? You were to be a pony-girl for Marjorie, I believe? I have something better in store for you! Velma, Marguerite, my darlings, do we still have that dildo which I ordered last winter and which Lord Henry trained me to use so cleverly."

  "Oh yes!" Velma exclaimed.

  "Good! Call Dick and Nelson and have them get the table ready. Then they can bind this insolent bitch to it and let 'a man' enjoy her. We will see then if she still considers the love of Elvire de St. Cyr so loathsome!"

  And half an hour later, two men entered the suite of the passionate Parisian Lesbian, untied the sobbing and pleading and still blindfolded Hester Brown, and, one of the men grasping her by the wrists and the other by ankles, trundled her off like a sack of potatoes to the arena of .

  It was a remarkable piece of construction, prepared specifically to the ideas of Lord Henry Philbrock himself. In the center of the right wing of this huge incredible building, an arena that would be comparable to the hockey arena of any modern major American city, had been constructed. But it differed in that it had comfortable loges, magnificently upholstered in soft velvet, with ample room between each loge and each row. It could seat several hundred guests, though at most it had never quartered more than thirty or forty. The arena itself was set off from the loges by thick glass panels which rose from its floor to the ceiling.. .a precaution necessary because wild beasts were let loose upon slaves sentenced to frightful doom in this modern Coliseum whose ferocious orgies would have made even Nero blink with envious admiration. And it had, much as Nero's own arena had in the days of antiquity, realistic settings, such as heavy-trunked trees to whose branches captives could be bound in the mostingenious postures), even a little hill which was absolutely authentic to the last degree, and on whose crest terrified captives would clamber when pursued by wolves or tigers or cackling deadly baboons. There were also grim apparatuses set here and there throughout the arena; crosses of teakwood, stakes, even an old-fashioned pillory with a small platform and short stairway ascending to it. For when Lord Henry Philbrock entertained his regal and affluent guests from all over the world, no detail was spared
and no expense either, to reproduce the most excitingly lustful spectacles devised by the mind of man!

  All was in readiness now. Dick and Nelson were two sturdy, brutish-looking escaped convicts from San Francisco, originally sentenced to be hanged for murder and rape. By a miracle of fate they had been saved from execution by Lord Henry Philbrock and brought to and were now his most faithful servants. They were also his executioners and torturers on many an occasion.

  The "machine" was simply a kind of table, with extremely heavy and square legs, from whose center a square panel had been removed, and another one at the front end. Hester was placed upon this table on her back, with her head and arms lowered downwards from that center cutout and her wrists tied to the back legs of the table. Her waist fitted into the front end of this device, and her legs were bound to table's front legs. But since there was an elevation just before the removable section of the front of this table, her loins were projected upwards so that her cunt gaped up and out. Even if she had not been blindfolded, she could not have seen what awaited her.

  Applause greeted Elvire's arrival, a huge dildo strapped to her waist and carried by the two girls accompanying her. Wearing only a jock strap and sandals, Dick was a powerfully built, hairy chested man of about thirty-five, with bulging muscles and thews, piggish little eyes and a cool, ripe red mouth. He had worked, under Lord Henry's supervision, many of these special orgies; he had really found his trade, for he could indulge all of his vile lusts, cruelty, and murderous skill.