Chapter 5
Sam walked over to the chair, and bowed in mock humility before the husband, immobilized in his bonds and silent behind his gag. "Do you have any instructions for us, Sir?," he asked. "Should we play with Madam a little, before we continue the programme?" Mr. M. writhed impotently in his chair, his breast heaving with his suppressed emotions. "Very well, Sir," Sam went on, "since you raise no objection, we shall tease Madam a little, to help her get rid of her inhibitions. ". and again he bowed, with a tight little smile of hypocrisy on his mouth.
He moved over to a cupboard, and returned carrying a curious harness of leather and metal, which he fitted carefully onto the naked body of the helpless blonde. Two curved and thickly wadded pads rested on her shoulders: these were joined to each other by two padded and slightly curved steel bars at the ends of the shoulder-pads, one bar lying across the woman's back just below the shoulders, the other across her chest, above the breasts. From each shoulder-pad two stout steel rods sprang upwards, about fifteen inches in length; these were splayed slightly apart, and supported a steel plate some eighteen inches square. The whole contraption was lowered carefully over the blonde head, so that Mrs. M. looked as though she was peering through the bars of a cage. Then stout webbing traps were drawn tight between the ends of the two cross-bars, running around the sides of her body, high up under her armpits: and now the 'cage' was clasped firmly to her shoulders.
Around her slim waist, Sam buckled a heavy leather belt some four inches wide, cinching it so tightly that the hapless victim cried out in protest. to no avail. This belt had four stout studs with curved-up ends in it. two in front and two behind: the horizontal shoulder-bars also carried similar studs, with ends curved down. Now Sam brought out four steel rods, each carrying an eyelet at either end: two of them were plain, while the other two were each broken by a six-inch circle set close to one end.
The big Negro was humming gently to himself as he walked over to the little blonde standing motionless in the grasp of his two brawny companions, and started fitting the rods into the harness. He seemed quite oblivious of the lovely little naked body shuddering helplessly under his touch: and somehow this utter lack of interest in her as a woman always seemed to Mrs. M. to typify the depths of degradation. to be used as a sex plaything by the Negroes from a brothel in this completely impersonal way, as though she had lost all feminine attraction, even for such dregs of humanity as them. ah, that was humiliation indeed!
Laying aside the two plain rods, Sam held the other two with the circles uppermost: then he slipped the eyelets at the lower ends over the bosses in the woman's belt. The six-inch circles came exactly at the level of her breasts: and as he pushed the rods back against her body, the two lovely globes protruded enticingly through the metal rings: as the cold steel touched her soft warm flesh, she gave a little cry of distress that set her husband struggling in his bonds. A little skillful movement from the two Negroes holding her arms allowed Sam to slip the upper eyelets under and onto the upper studs: then the whole process was repeated at the back, with the plain rods: and finally her two arms were folded behind her back and fastened, wrists to elbows, over the two vertical rods.
Mrs. M. was now completely mastered by the ingenious names?. The four steel rods running between the studs at waist and shoulders were very slightly longer than the space they spanned: thus the shoulder-harness was pressed upwards, and the waist-belt downwards. and any bending of her body was virtually impossible. Her eyes widened in fear as the three big naked bodies advanced purposefully towards her: then their hands were upon her, and she cried out in anguish.
Slowly and gently, they lifted her off the floor; the long slim legs were raised, the beautiful torso in its curious cage was lowered: and suddenly Mrs. M. found herself upside down, her head an inch or so above the steel plate which now rested flat on the floor, her weight taken mainly on the shoulder-pads into which her body now pressed downwards, but partly by Sam's two assistants, each of whom now held her firmly by calf and ankle. The four long rods and leather belt prevented her body from sagging: all she could do was wait, in utter helplessness, for the programme of pain and degradation to unfold itself.
They maneuvered the steel plate carefully around so that the front of the naked body faced the crimson-faced and writhing husband in his chair. Then slowly, slowly, the long slim legs were forced apart, then forward and down, till finally they were immobilized in the powerful grasp of the two Negroes. In this position, the woman's secret parts were fully exposed in the widest possible distension. The tight-stretched buttocks curved apart so that the puckered brown anus seemed to be staring at the ceiling like some obscene and alien eye: and just beneath it the crimson cunt gaped widely at the distraught husband like a mouth wide open in ribald laughter. "Madam is very frank and open this evening, is she not?", said Sam quietly: as he spoke, he ran his fingers swiftly and expertly over the treasures lying so helpless beneath him: she shuddered at the contact, and moaned softly. "In fact, Madam is almost a public spectacle, one might say! And what does one do at public spectacles, Madam? Why, one waves flags and enjoys oneself! Very well then, Madam shall wave a flag and enjoy herself too. "
He busied himself at the cupboard for a moment: then he went over to the chair, and held something out for Mr. M's inspection. "Look, Sir!", he said, his voice all honeyed with mock deference, "I do believe Madam will enjoy this very much. !" Mr. M.'s eyes bulged in impotent anger as he looked at the instrument held delicately between Sam's thumb and forefinger. a long, slim arsehole-dildo of knobbly bamboo. A little square of white silk was affixed at one end of the rod: and the seven-inch shaft was glistening with a liberal coating of vaseline. Sam spread the little flag: and the man's eyes widened at the black embroidered skull-and-cross-bones it carried. "Rather appropriate, don't you agree, Sir?", the teasing voice went on. "It's often called the Jolly Roger, you know: and that really fits Madam to a T, doesn't it? And talking of jolly rogers, Sir, Marvin's going to fuck her today: and I know she's going to enjoy it, because he's going to wear that nice prick-ring with the little blunt spikes on it. that always sends Madam out of her skull!"
Mrs. M. cried out at this announcement: but there was a note of hopelessness in her voice. for she knew from experience that the element of free choice allowed to her husband and herself in their sad pleasures was confined to the simple decision whether or not to rap upon the designated basement door. once they had done that, the conduct of affairs passed out of their hands completely. Thus when Sam stepped over behind the little naked body perched upside down in its outlandish harness, and gently spread the puckered arsehole with his free hand, the woman's cry was one of hopeless resignation rather than of anguished protest.