Chapter 3
"Sure," Linda said, smiling. "Ill go along, Julie. I've never played sadomaz games ... it might be fun."
"Better change clothes and leave a note for boss-Ed," Julie said. "Meanwhile, I'll just pack my case."
When she went out of the building on contracts, Julie carried a little overnighter, like a model's. Within was a change of clothing; in the event her contractée was a clothes-tearing kind, she had to have something to wear home. There was also an assortment of very slim needles mounted in wooden handles, along with several whips and, lest he wasn't a pro and forgot, assorted ropes and leather straps with buckles. She packed up, thinking about the coming evening with excitement.
The man who'd called, as she told Ed, was certainly from Mars, one of the three settled planets. Although
Man had been on Mars for only two generations, the "Martians"—and so they called themselves, with natural territorial pride—had developed their own slang and distinctive pronunciations. Now he had called back, asking her to bring another girl if possible. She persuaded, without difficulty, Linda to come along. With both her and Julie, as well as the man and his woman companion, it promised to be an evening to remember. She'd enjoy reporting it to Ed, either very much later tonight or in the morning.
Linda left her note and the two girls went to keep a rendezvous that would change their lives, as well as Ed Royse's and several others.
The man was on the short side, taller than Julie but not so tall as Linda. He was slightly built and wore a great deal of hair. He did not tell them his name, but paid in advance as was customary. The woman, who called him Sime, was every bit as tall as he and probably outweighed him a little. She was a big girl, as big as Linda. She looked to be about twenty-nine or thirty, with bunned black hair and dark, sexy eyes. She wore black pants tight enough to have been painted on, and a rather severe white blouse with flaring sleeves. Sime called her Ray, and Julie decided she was probably a Lesbian.
"We want to make a movie with you," Sime said, as they sat sipping the drinks he and Ray provided.
Julie laughed. "We aren't actresses,** she assured him.
"No, I mean we want to make a movie of our . . . activities," he said. "You know ... for our future entertainment Things are a little tighter where we're going."
Julie nodded. She said nothing about recognizing his accent; it he wanted to play mysterious that was his
business. "Weeelll. . ." she began.
"There's a rule about that," Linda said. "It increases the cost of the engagement by sixty percent."
Sime shrugged. "No problem with that," he said, and he counted out the money then and there. Smiling, he waved a hand, cavalier fashion. "Shall we go to the dungeon, then?"
Julie laughed, and chuckled again as they followed him down the steps, with Ray following. It was just a basement, not even fixed up, with big iron supports and iron crossbeams and stone walls. A camera sat waiting on its tripod. Julie saw that it was automatic. She gasped when Sime, at the bottom of the steps, whirled and pointed a finger dramatically at her.
"Strip!" he said.
Julie began, but then she had to wait while Ray positioned her before the cameras, which Sime turned on. Standing there in front of its single inquisitive eye, she peeled. She had never felt so self-conscious before. She was used to undressing before people; a camera was different! But she performed, Sime told her, admirably.
He lifted a little black leather affair, like a smallish pouch.
"Now this sap is filled with cotton," he told Linda, "but when I hit you on the back of the head with it, you must pretend to be unconscious and fall. Is that clear? Don't worry, just let go. Ray will catch you."
With a little frown, Linda nodded. She glanced past the man at the nakedly waiting Julie. Julie shrugged, giving her a small smile. The customer was always right.
"Now, Julie," he directed, "you stand there and Iinda approaches you as though she's a Lesbian. She starts to feel your body, and that's when I come up behind her and pretend to hit her. Do you understand?"
"That sounds easy," Julie said, and she smiled and enjoyed it when Linda caressed and squeezed her super-taut breasts. Then Sime crept up behind the other girl, who was fully clothed. With unconcerned precision he flipped his sap against the back of Linda's skull. Gosh, Julie thought, she's good\ For as the leather sap connected, Linda's eyes suddenly bulged, then rolled up. She shivered, then sighed and started to collapse. The big woman called Ray swiftly caught and eased her to the ground.
"Now just lie there, honey, as if you're completely out of it," she said quietly. Linda did, her eyes closed.
Juhe realized that Sime had not told her what to do after he hit Linda, but she didn't have to worry about it. He gave her a violent shove that sent her staggering back out of the camera's range.
"Now you and I are going to stagger in and out of the scene," he told her, "pretending to fight, while Ray strips and ties up Linda."
She nodded, and instantly he seized her. She struggled. They began stumbling about the basement, as though he were having a hard time subduing her. He should have used Linda for this, Julie thought. She's bigger and ifd be a lot more believable? Oh, well... its fun, though, being an actress!
Ray, meanwhile, rolled Linda over onto her back. Linda remained limp. Ray's hands opened the girl's clothes quickly. She looked up. "Hurrj up and subdue that little slut and help me strip this big bitch," she snapped.
Julie had to turn her head away as |he giggled. She was enjoying herself immensely. Sime had one hand clamped around her wrist and the other on her breast, and she was pretending to scratch at him. He slapped
her. It was a real slap, which did not make her the least bit sad.
"I thought you'd find it more interesting to do it yourself, darling," he told Ray. "You take pleasure in undressing girls."
Out of camera range, Sime muttered, "Now we stagger back, near Ray and Linda, and I'll twist your arm up behind you. You go to your knees, facing right into the camera. I'll twist it for real, so your face will show it."
They performed the little scene while Ray worked Linda's dress off. She lifted the limp body slightly to unsnap the catch of Linda's bra. The redhead's big soft breasts rolled free of their confinement. Ray squeezed one of them, grinning.
"Fantastic tits," she said.
"Don't get hot pants yet," Sime said. "We've got to get her tied first." He was again dragging Julie out of the scene. "Now," he whispered, "I'll force you back in front of the camera, and pretend to knock you out. Just fold up and sort of slide down, to make sure you don't hurt yourself."
Nice guy, she thought, even if he does make nutty movies that are about as phony as twelve dollar bills! But she worried a little; was he going to continue to be so nice, or would she get a little of what she liked? Anyhow, she allowed herself to be forced back in front of the camera. She gasped and tried to roll up her eyes the way Linda had when he pretended to rabbit-punch her, and she sagged to the floor. It was chilly.
She thought Sime and Ray were a little rough as they dragged the naked Linda over to tie her, spread-eagled, between two uprights. A rope over one of the crossbeams and pulled down made certain she was
stretched beautifully, directly facing the camera.
"Make damned sure those ropes are tight," Sime said. "I don't want her fucking things up by tearing herself loose."
Although there was no sound equipment that she could see, Julie assumed that they would dub in the words later, along with some sound effects. They did not stop tying Linda until her legs were drawn well apart, exposing her red-furred loins to the camera. Ray brushed off her hands, stepping back to survey the helplessly spread-eagled girl.
She reached out to cup one big pink-tipped breast, bouncing it in her palm. Her hand ran down over the smooth flesh, caressing the pale abdomen as she turned to Sime. "It's a shame you have to ruin this gash. I could give her a real loving. I bet she'd come like a cannon!"
"You can sex it up with all the girls you want when we're through here," he told her. "Right now, though, there's business to take care of. Keep in mind that we'll make thousands out of this."
Julie was still wondering about that when he came over and bent to flick her nipple with his finger.
"All right, little maz-gal," he said, his head bent so that the camera could not "see" him, "here's where we play the games you love best. Is that cat all right?" "Yes," she whispered, shivering in anticipation. "Good. Pretend to wake up, now, and I'll start whipping you. You show a lot of agony and horror for the first couple of blows. After that, just act as though you like it"
Just act natural, she thought. Then she began pretending to wake up. Wow, she thought, glancing at Linda as she sat up, raising one hand to her head, she is
good! She looks completely limp . . . like she's just hanging there!
Sime had walked over to her ease and taken out the swishy little cat. It wasn't the same as that used centuries ago on sailing ships, huge monstrosities that brought blood from a dozen places, and that very quickly. This one was more like a handful of switches. They stung like fire, and they left stripes and raised welts, but it took a lot to bring blood.
"All right, you see me now," he muttered.
She stood slowly, then looked straight at him and widened her eyes and mouth. He moved into camera range carrying the whip. She shrank back, thumping into the thick upright she knew was within the camera's range. She cowered there nakedly while he swished the multithonged whip through the air. Trembling, she made as if to cover her nudity with her hands.
He sent the leather thongs snaking suddenly out, and she screamed as hghtning flashes of pain streaked across her bare belly and forearms. Multiple red streaks stood out on her flesh, glistening with the first little sheen of perspiration. She didn't have to act; her muscles went weak and she dropped gasping to her knees, clutching her pain-wracked abdomen.
He lashed her again, circling a little to catch her across her unprotected shoulders and upper arms. Nine searing lines of agony brought the tears flowing from her anguished eyes as she tried to crawl away. Damn the man . . . most of them started out slowly. He really swung that cat-o'-nine! Then she remembered her instructions, and she twisted so that the camera could pick up her expression and her moving mouth.
Panting, she stretched her arms over her head to
expose all of the softness of her naked body to his whip. The words came gasping up from her throat:
"Hurt me, master. Hurt me!"
He chuckled and flipped the whip so that it slapped across her upper back, not so hard this time. More like it, she thought. This way her ecstatic responses could build up slowly, the way she liked it best. She hunched her shoulders and leaned forward, then shot out her hands to catch herself, so that she was on her hands and knees. Ah, that was good: he had done the obvious and brought the whip down on her bare bottom.
She attempted to rise to her feet, but the cat-o'-ninetails swished down to strike the small of her back. It curled around her to knife more pain into her belly. She1 screamed, dropping back to her hands and knees. The multiple red stripes stood out sharply on her flesh now. Sobbing even as she wished for more, she crawled toward Linda. That way the camera picked up both her naked, streaked buttocks and the other girl, bound there just as limply as though she really were unconscious.
He placed his booted foot against her full butt and shoved, hard, propelling her forward. She lunged, sprawling outstretched, and winced and groaned as the cement floor abraded her breasts and knees.
"Now wait a damned minute," she cried out. "The whipping's fine, but I don't intend to lose all my skin on this stupid floor!"
Ray had been standing beside Linda. Now she moved swiftly forward, jerked Julie's head up, and slapped her hard across the face.
"Shut up, little bitch!"
"This isn't what I came . . . ahhhhT' Her protest broke off as the cat fell again, onto her buttocks. One strand found its way agonizingly between them. She
grabbed Ray's legs and dragged herself up onto her knees, hoping to totter out of camera range so that he would stop.
Ray jerked her knee up. It seemed to explode beneath Julie's chin, and she went over backward to collapse oh her well-whipped back. Her white body contrasted boldly with the dark cement of the floor; the place was old and the basement was dirty. Her breasts heaved, rising and falling rapidly with her agitated breathing. She moaned.
Sime eyed the elongated pink nipples on the luscious mounds of her chest and grinned. He raised the lash and brought its nine thongs swishing down. Julie shrieked as agony knifed into her tender breasts.
"No, no . . ." she wrapped her arms around her throbbing tits and tried to cry "No" again, but the thongs slashed across her white thighs. Crying and sweating, she jerked over onto her stomach. The whip struck needles of pain into her bare buttocks, crossing the previous stripes it had painted there. Writhing and moaning, she twisted under the lash as it worked steadily on her naked body from shoulders to ankles.
Her reactions underwent first one transformation, then another. First, she began to moan softly, rotating her hips in a sensuous grinding motion as she turned under the whip. She panted in the ecstasy of pain, and suddenly her screams took on a different tone and timbre. Whip marks covered her body and she was in a state of rapture from their torment.
She came.
After that her writhings and her screams and her moans were of pain, not sensuality. The marks of the cat began to form a complicated roadmap pattern, crossing and criss-crossing and criss-crossing, like a careful
artist who is never satisfied with his Crosshatch work until it is almost black, until the lines are so many and so much overlaid that they are barely visible as lines.
Her body took on that aspect. The skin where many thongs had crossed each other's welts many times became bright red, frighteningly shiny. Still the whip fell, and still the camera recorded the scene that had gone from sexual whipping to a cruelty seldom even read of outside the Old Testament.
Then one of the tight-swollen, shiny places burst
Blood oozed.
Another burst and more red trickle marked her. And more, and more, until she was no longer able to scream but was only writhing, moaning softly, covered with her own blood.
Gasping for breath, Sime stepped back and dropped the whip. He and his partner looked at each other across the pitiful body of the girl.
"Is she dead?"
He shook his head. "Passed out I think it's possible that our little masochist finally got enough, Ramona."
"And this one?" She reached out and slapped one of Linda's big breasts in a casual motion. "Is it her turn now, Simon?"
He shrugged. "It is. m just change the film, to make sure we get it all. Why don't you get ready?"
While he worked over the camera, Ramona/Ray bent over the little case they had brought and lifted out a large soldering iron. Checking the connection, she rested it on its little stand while she switched on the compact generator. Again she reached out to tweak one of Linda's nipples. The girl stirred, with a soft moan. Ramona chuckled.
Turning back to Simon/Sme, she said, "The stupid
little whores believed you! And the blonde stood right there while you used that sand-filled sap to knock this big one unconscious!" She laughed.
Simon had completed his work on the camera. While they waited for the soldering iron to heat, he strolled over to examine Linda's body as if it were a beef carcass. He ran his hands over her smooth back, testing the flesh of her buttocks. Walking around in front of the unconscious girl, he squeezed, pinched, and prodded her naked skin. He bounced her breasts, his head on one side as he watched their rippling shimmy.
Then he turned to look at Ramona. For a moment they gazed at one another. Then the big woman stripped off her blouse and the black sling beneath, revealing a set of breasts nearly as large as Linda's and without their slight pendulousness. Grinning, she walked over and picked up the iron, glowing with heat She balanced its weight in her hand, smiled at Simon, and approached the bound girl.
"The left tit first," he said.
The first thing Ed Royse found when he came in was Linda's litde note, taped to the back of the chair behind his desk. He frowned over it:
"Ed: Julie's contract called back and asked for another girl. I've always wondered about the sadism-masochism bit and besides two of us and a man and a woman sounds like ... funnn! See you later."
Still frowning as he thought about it Ed went over and took out a decanter and glass to fix a drink. Then he looked at the note again. He sighed. Leaving the decanter where it was, he strode out of his office and out of the building.