Chapter 7
"Good afternoon, Dr. Sayers," Dr. Archibald Fenwick ingratiatingly declared, I've just examined your little rebel, and in my opinion she can easily take a sound thrashing for trying to escape."
"Thank you, Dr. Fenwick," the superintendent of Welfare Island coldly answered. She rose slowly from her desk, smoothed her black satin skirt, brushed an imaginary bit of lint off of her short-sleeved white silk blouse and then turned back to the desk to pick up a manila dossier file on the girl on whom the medical examiner of Welfare Island had just reported.
Dr. Marjorie Sayers was thirty-seven, about five feet seven and a half inches in height, slim and supple, and her coppery-red hair was cut in a mannishly short bob. Her face was a disdainful oval, with a high forehead, very thin pencilled brows, an aquiline noise with extremely sensuous wings, and a small thin mouth. The sharp angularity of her cheekbones and the aggressive firmness of her chin suggested an imperious temperament. Her skin was tawny, and her body was extremely provocative-but so far as any lusting male was concerned, that voluptuous body was hors de concours. For Dr. Marjorie Sayers was a Lesbian sadist who despised men and yet, paradoxically, had little more use for women except to serve her often furiously sensual needs.
There was good foundation for this curious inimicality, and, indeed, Judge Austin W. Black had proposed her name as the superintendent of this woman's correction for exactly the reasons which had made her what she was.
He had seen in her an ideal foil and instrument by which not only could he profit enormously through his syndicate contacts in supplying desirable females for their brothels but also procure for himself a gamut of lubricious pleasures, since her disciplinary methods exactly coincided with his own sadistic bent.
Marjorie Sayers had earned her titles not in medicine but in, curiously enough, English Literature. She had been a brilliant and precocious student, had been graduated from high school at the incredibly young age of thirteen. Her parents had been quite mature, in their early forties, and they had not even expected to be blessed with offspring. Unfortunately, Marjorie Sayers' birth had cost her mother's life, and this had so saddened her father that, hating the innocent cause of that bereavement, he had hired an excellent governess for the child and firmly resolved to have no affection for her. He had been quite wealthy, and importer of arts and craft,, and he had established a sizable trust fund for his baby daughter.
Marjorie Sayers had grown up sheltered and isolated and aware almost from the very start that her father had no love for her. She had turned to books as her refuge and had so avidly pursued her studies that she actually entered college at the age of fourteen and took her bachelors degree when she was not quite eighteen. By then her father had died, but the money which he had left in trust for her had been dissipated by the executors' speculative gambling in the stock market. The elderly attorney who had been Marjorie's father's best friend and who had been entrusted with this task of caring for the estate until the child could come of age, had been dissolute and lustful, and he had needed money for his pleasures. He had gambled with the girl's estate just as he had with his own funds, and finally he had committed suicide when he realized that he had not only bankrupted himself but practically exhausted that trust fund.
So Marjorie Sayers resigned herself to earning a livelihood in an academic career, except that just as she began her studies for her master's degree, she fell in love. Her husband was Gordon Sayers, a black-haired sophisticated, very handsome young man of twenty-three who was the playboy heir to his father's industrial chemicals manufacturing plant near Newark, New Jersey. Because she had been alone all of her life, she was not prepared for the magnetic animal charm of the young heir. He conversely, was smitten with lust for this slim red-haired young bluestocking whose intellect was so far advanced and yet who was so unworldly. It was an easy conquest, because Marjorie Sayers was just entering the full flower of her youth and experiencing, as any healthy young girl would, the pangs of physical desire.
At first, their honeymoon and their early married life were idyllic. Gordon Sayers took his lovely bride to Majorca on their honeymoon, and then to the French Riviera. While there, and without her knowledge, he spent a torrid afternoon with a beautiful young French minor starlet. It was to be the first of his many philandering escapades of which his beautiful young wife remained totally ignorant until that fatal day six years ago when she had caught him with his own private secretary.
Two daughters were born to Gordon and Marjorie Sayers. One was Jackie, black-haired like her father, with an insolently pretty face, now fourteen and as dedicated a Lesbian sadist as her own mother. The other was Betty, sixteen and a half, with honeycolored hair falling in a thick ponytail and the body of a young Venus, who, while she enjoyed the occasional diversion of Lesbian sadism, generally preferred heterosexual relationships. And both daughters were the invaluable and imaginative aids under their mother's tyrannical regimen at Welfare Island.
Three years before the ultimate breakup of this marriage, Gordon Sayers had decided to open a branch of his father's factory in the South, and chose a site not far from Little Rock. Marjorie and the two girls went with him, but already the beautiful red-haired dominatress was aware that her husband's physical desire for her had waned, and her quick mind led her to believe that he was frequenting the beds of other women, which of course he was. In obtaining her doctor's degree, she decided to distract herself by accepting a post as a private tutress to a wealthy young girl who was preparing for college, and this post gave the red-haired imperatrix her first actual experience of Lesbian subjugation. Her pupil, Maxine Cantrell, was eighteen, a vapid sandyhaired girl who was quite opinionated and spoiled, and who, because her parents were nouveau riche, looked down on anyone less fortunate than herself as a menial. She began to treat Marjorie Sayers exactly that way, until one day the fiery dominatress angrily remonstrated with her charge and told her that what she really needed was a sound spanking. Maxine Cantrell laughed in Marjorie Sayers' face and defied her.
The upshot was that the agile and mature tutress promptly flung the astounded young blonde across her lap, lifted Maxine's skirts and slip, lowered her panties despite the girl's frantic threats and raging curses, and proceeded to inflict a sharp spanking with an ivory comb which happened to be at hand. The physical pain came as a kind of purge to the vapid young girl, and after the correction, she flung herself into Marjorie Sayers' arms and tearfully expressed her apologies for having so defied her. Since Maxine's body was ripe and voluptuously exciting, and since Marjorie Sayers herself had been denied what had formerly been a fulfilling sexual relationship with her husband by dint of his gradual estrangement from her, the beautiful red-haired dominatress found herself making love to the overwrought blonde pupil. That relationship lasted six months, to such a point that Maxine of her own accord would purposely commit mistakes in her lessons or be impudent in order to incur a voluptuous whipping followed by the sweet consolation of Sapphic caresses.
The branch factory thrived in spite of Gordon Sayers' business negligence, but he was more interested in erotic adventures. He was particularly interested in his newly hired secretary, Laura Williams, a full-blown chestnut-haired young woman of twenty-five, who had been married at eighteen and divorced a year later, and who had purposely set her cap for her wealthy and handsome employer even though she knew he was married.
One evening, when Gordon Sayres was forced to catch up with his business correspondence, he asked Laura Williams to have dinner with him and then go back to the office to do overtime work. She readily assented. But from the office they went directly to a motel and there made love. For several months this passionate relationship continued, and Laura constantly and insidiously proposed that Gordon divorce his wife for whom he obviously had no great love and marry her instead.
Finally, one afternoon, when most of the plant employees were on vacation, and when Gordon Sayers believed that his wife had taken their two daughters to Little Rock on a shopping expedition to prepare them for the fall term of school, he made the mistake of bringing Laura to his house. Marjorie Sayers returned several hours earlier than expected, and, hearing curious noises in the bedroom, left the two little girls in the living room while she went down the hall to learn the reason for those sounds.
When she opened the bedroom door, she found Laura Williams atop her husband, both naked, and Laura was in the act of holding her husband's stiff cock and guiding it into her voracious cunt while her other arm was under his shoulders and both his hands were cupping her generously ripe, closely spaced titties.
Marjorie Sayers went white and stood there petrified with revulsion and hatred. Now she could understand why her husband had come so seldom to her bed the past few years. Suddenly Gordon looked up and uttered a cry of horrified surprise. Laura also looked and uttered a shriek of dismay, then tried to get off the bed and grab her slip and hold it about her trembling nakedness.
Marjorie Sayers had demanded that her husband at once give her a divorce as well as custody of the children, or she would bring charges against him for adultery and name Laura Williams. He readily assented.
But in seeking a lawyer, Marjorie Sayers went to a friend of Judge Austin W. Black, who was on the verge of his campaign for that post in the Municipal Court. The friend recommended Black, Marjorie Sayers went to interview him, and the white-haired lecher at once told himself that here was a woman of whom he could make profitable use.
He could tell that Marjorie Sayers was trembling with frustrated rage and a burning, desire for vengeance, and he had accorded her that opportunity for a spiritual catharsis. He proposed that he name her superintendent of the soon-to-be-founded women's correctional institution at Welfare Island, and she eagerly agreed to accept the post if so nominated.
Shortly after the divorce had been granted without contest, the Judge had his henchmen apprehend Laura Williams in Chattanooga where she had fled to live with her sister. She was brought back on a charge of forgery and embezzlement- both charges were ingeniously contrived in order to extradite her from Chattanooga-and she was sentenced to serve two years in Welfare Island.
On the first day of her sentence, she was led in by a matron to see the new superintendent, and she recoiled in horror when she saw Marjorie Sayers seated at the desk in her white silk blouse and tight black skirt. Laura Williams was sentenced to a week of isolation for her disrespect for the new superintendent, and that evening Marjorie Sayers and two matrons entered the young woman's cell.
Laura Williams was stripped naked, put on a sawhorse, and as a supreme humiliation, Marjorie Sayers had Jackie and Betty, then nine and eleven and a half respectively, give her husband's former mistress a sound whipping with a leader strap and a three-thonged martinet. Then, sending her girls out of the cell, the red-haired dominatress undressed to just her boots, and standing in front of the sobbing captive on the sawhorse, twisted her fingers in Laura Williams' hair while with her other hand she plied a rattan cane over the already inflamed naked bottom of her captive till Laura submissively gamahuched her.
After her sentence had been served, Laura Williams was compelled to become a trustee in the prison, and was paid a minimum stipend because of her freed status. Yet she remained at her rival's mercy, and whenever Marjorie Sayers sought to vent her spleen, Laura was forced to serve as literal whipping girl.
But by now since Welfare Island had been turned into a kind of secret "training school" for intended prostitutes destined for the syndicate and the purchase by wealthy amateurs, Jackie and Betty Sayers had learned to participate in their mother's disciplinary regime, and were as much feared as their mother by the luckless prisoners who found themselves sentenced to servitude in this grim castle-like prison.
Marjorie Sayers was handsomely paid, and received a share of the profits derived from this illicit traffic in white slaves, for such they were.
As for Dr. Archibald Fenwick, he was a repulsive but brilliant physician who had almost been disbarred in California after having been arrested on a charge of performing abortions on a group of attractive callgirls who worked for a West Coast syndicate hoodlum. He was fifty, completely bald and fat, extremely myopic, so that he wore thick-lensed spectacles. Dr. Archibald Fenwick had been born in New York City, taken his medical degree and internship at one of New York's best hospitals and then gone into private practice in a fashionable Madison Avenue office building. He had been an only child, and because he had never been particularly prepossessing, his parents had rarely shown him much affection nor, for that matter, did the fair sex. His recourse for sexual pleasures had began to prostitutes, whose mentality he understood and even admired over that of the hypocritical debutante and the wealthy young society matron whom he considered amateur whores. He had to flee his practice when, overcome by lust for one of his beautiful divorcee patients, he gave her an ingenious anesthetic and raped her on the examining table. From New York he went to California, and then fled the state one jump ahead of the arresting officers, for he had forfeited his bail on awaiting a final hearing on the charge for which he had been arrested.
But Archibald Fenwick had met a man in New York, a dilettante of erotic pleasures and himself enormously wealthy, who travelled all over the world and had an extraordinary pornographic library. This friend, Eric Fortesque, lived a few months of the year in Little Rock, where he had been born, and Dr. Archibald Fenwick sought refuge with Eric Fortesque after his escape from California.
Since Eric Fortesque was an intimate friend of Judge Austin W. Black, it was small wonder that within a few months after meeting the corrupt judicial head of the Municipal Court, Dr. Archibald Fenwick was installed as medical advisor to the women's correctional institution at Welfare Island. And there at last he could indulge his penchant for vicious sadism and depraved sexuality for the benefit of an elite and wealthy audience, be well paid both in profits and parry!
This was the unholy alliance which Judge Austin W. Black had created and which he ruled with unwavering authority. This was the alliance which ambitious and courageous Jack Harkins, as editor of Catayunga's only newspaper, intended to stamp out. But before Harkin's goal would be achieved, the lives of many-including that of the one most dear to him-would be unbelievably altered!