Chapter 15
It was a half an hour later by Garnett's watch when the doorknob turned and the door opened very, very slowly.
He looked up. "Good lord!" he exclaimed. "What happened to you?"
Clara leaned against the door. Her make-up was smeared, her clothing rumpled and her hair disheveled. Her eyes were red from crying, and the tears were still wet on her cheeks. "They whipped me," she said hoarsely. "They whipped me."
She staggered across the room. Garnett met her halfway and carried her to the bed. As he laid her down, she rolled over on her stomach, burying her face in the pillows and sobbing unrestrainedly.
Garnett very cautiously lifted her dress over the backs of her thighs. The flesh was pinkly striped, but not raw. He raised her dress higher and then gently pulled down her panties, sliding one hand under her waist to raise her from the bed as he did so. Her buttocks, like her thighs, were not raw, but they were bright red. "Who did this to you?" he demanded.
"The people in that room. Three men and a girl."
He moved her head off the pillow and onto his lap. He stroked her hair and said: "You know, your buttocks look very pretty like that. All pink and red. But they probably don't feel very nice. Have you got any dream or salve? That might take the sting down a little."
"There's sun tan lotion on the little table right next to your hand." I
He found the bottle and scrutinized the label for several seconds. "This should do it. Now just he still and I'll put some on. It'll have to be rubbed in well, but I'll try not to hurt you." He moved his fingers lightly over the smooth flesh, working the oil into it with just the tips, not pressing at all. He rubbed the lotion into the horizontal lines where her buttocks joined her legs, and also, extraneously, between her thighs. "Tell me how it happened," he said.
She was silent for a moment. Then she said in a small, colorless voice: "I just knocked on the door. It seemed like such a wonderfully simple solution. It was simple, all right, and so am II When I knocked at the door, it was opened at once and a man took my arm. There was only a dim light, and I couldn't see anything for a moment. Then, when my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw three men and a naked woman lying on the bed."
"Tell me more," prodded Garnett eagerly.
"At first I thought I had been right about the drugs, because she was lying limp, with one arm and her head dangling over the edge of the bed. But then she raised her head and one of the men went to the bed. For the first time I noticed that her ankles were strapped to the bed posts. Then there was a knock on the door, and the man who had taken me by the arm let go and went to let in the girl who had knocked."
"Did you recognize her?"
"I think I've seen her around. It was pretty dark in there, but she looked like someone Alice Burton was talking to the other night. The girl came over to me and said: 'May I watch you before my turn comes?' I was terribly confused. I didn't know what to say. But I was afraid to let them know I had no idea of what was going on, so I said yes. Then the girl said: Td like to help, if it won't spoil it for you. It always makes it better for me if another girl helps.'"
"What did she mean by 'help'? "
"I didn't have the vaguest idea. But it seemed rude to say no to someone who offers to help you-or so I thought then-so I thanked her and said of course she could help. In the meantime, the other woman was being unstrapped and helped off the bed by two of the men. 'That was beautiful,' she said. Tm sure to have a fabulous evening, feeling the way I do now.'"
"What happened then?"
"I began to wonder if perhaps these people gave s'ances, which would account for the darkness. Or perhaps they were physical therapists, which would account for the woman's nudity and her comment. Then the girl said: 'I always try to imagine how other people will act. You like to pretend that you hate it, don't you? Girls as young and feminine as you usually do.' She didn't seem to notice that I didn't answer, or maybe she took my silence for assent. Anyway, she rattled right on. The woman who had just gotten off the bed now spoke up. 'I think I'll stay and watch too,' she said.
"Suddenly one of the men said: "Well, let's get on with it. Take off your clothes.' "
Oh, no," I said. I couldn't.'
"The man standing beside me laughed and said: 'If that's the way you like it, we'll take them off for you!'
"He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I was kicking and screaming. I tried to tell him that it was all a mistake, that I had knocked on the wrong door, but he just laughed harder. Then the other two men came over, and I realized that I didn't have a chance, so I let them strip me."
Garnett glanced at her buttocks and saw that all the oil had been soaked up and that the skin was again dry-even slightly parched. He poured more oil onto her succulent spheres and began to rub it in.
She resumed: "Two of the men held my arms while the third went to get something-a whip, it turned out. When I saw it, I began to cry and plead with them to let me go. I promised that I wouldn't say anything to anyone. But that only made them laugh, and the woman who had just been on the bed said: You know, that's the most convincing performance I've ever seen.'"
"How gauche."
"Yes. Anyway, one of the men began to beat me. It was just horrible! All those people were watching me, and I didn't have and clothes on. The men had made me turn over with my face down and had strapped my ankles to the bed posts just like they'd done with the other woman. It was awful."
"I can imagine."
"At first I felt more shame than pain, but then the lashes got harder and harder. I began to squirm around, and, the more I moved, the more my tormentor beat me. Oh, God, it was awful!"
Clara appeared lost in her narrative and didn't seem to notice that Garnett had spread her legs quite far apart in his efforts to thoroughly grease every inch of the injured area. Now completely open to his visionand to his fingers, which crept ever nearer-were all of Clara's feminine goodies, enticingly displayed between her lovely, marble-white thighs. Carefully, Garnett rubbed and rubbed, working his way into the crease of her thighs. If he noticed that the oil had dried on his fingertips long ago, he did not let on.
Clara continued: "The girl stood beside the bed the whole time watching. Then, after what seemed like hours, the man stopped and she raised her hand. I saw that she too had a switch. It was smaller than the one the man used, more like the one in Ruth's drawer. She began to switch me on the backs of my thighs and between them. She beat me much more quickly than the man had and more viciously. I begged her to stop, but she just laughed and said that she'd known that I'd pretend to hate it. I told her over and over that I wasn't pretending, but she kept on switching and finally said, rather nastily: 'AH right, kid, don't overdo it' She was whipping me between my legs and I was sure I was bleeding, because I was all wet down there. I could feel the liquid on my thighs."
"Very interesting," Garnett observed.
"The other woman was also watching. She seemed to be getting very excited, and she kept saying over and over: 'Don't tease the poor girl, satisfy her.' Finally the girl stopped. She had taken off her skirt when she first came in, and now she ripped off her blouse and threw herself down on her stomach across the foot of the bed. 'Do it to me while I watch her,' she told one of the men, handing him her switch.
"He began to switch her buttocks while another man began to beat me with a bundle of three or four switches all tied together. The man who was switching the girl began biting her very hard. I could hear the lashes whistling in the air. I don't know too much about what was happening to her because by now I was not thinking very clearly. Mostly I was just feeling the pain. But I do know that she suddenly rolled over next to me and put her arms around me. She pressed her stomach against me and pushed her thighs between mine. 'Whip us,' she cried. 'Whip us both.'
"Someone produced a whip, and one of the men began. I wouldn't have believed that anything could hurt more than the lash had, but this seemed to hurt a hundred times more. I screamed and screamed-as though, if I didn't, I would lose all contact with the little reality I had left.
"'Harder,' cried the girl. 'Oh, much harder! She wiggled and squirmed, but she never once screamed. I could feel the liquid running out from between her legs and over mine. Finally she whispered in my ear: 'Haven't you had enough?'
"I could hardly stop screaming to answer her, and my voice wouldn't seem to form the words at first, but I finally managed to say 'yes.' She sat up and said to the man: 'I think our little friend here has had enough to keep her bottom warm tonight' I could hardly believe it, but he stopped immediately and began unfastening my ankles.
"I was so weak I could hardly put my clothes on, but somehow I managed. While I was dressing, they strapped the girl down. She told them to strap her ankles, too, because she wanted them to beat her hard and she didn't know if she'd be able to stand it. Then, just as I was leaving, she said to me: 'Don't you want to stay and watch? You can lie down in front of me and I'll suck you while I'm getting whipped-if you want me to.'
"I said no, I had to meet someone, which made them laugh, and I finished dressing as quickly as could and came right back here."
While Clara had been finishing her account of her adventure, Garnett's ringers had not been idle, and, by this time, one of them had worked its way between her buttocks and was moving gently in and out of the rosette opening. Now, for the first time, the girl seemed to notice what was being done to her.
"Stop it!" she cried. "What are you trying to do?"
Garnett poured a drop of lotion on the opening, which he had been so assiduously rubbing. He said: "You said that the girl switched you here, didn't you?"
"You know very well that she couldn't have switched me there," replied Clara, in an acid tone. "Between my legs, I said."
"Oh, here," he said, gently caressing the petals of her rosebush.
"Yes, there. But it doesn't hurt any more. Not at all."
"Oh, but it will if it isn't properly taken care of. Stop wiggling and let me rub some more of this oil on it."
"I don't want you to. I don't care if it hurts a little. She didn't really switch me there very hard. Hardly at all, honestly. Now stop. I don't want you to massage me there!"
Garnett pushed her shoulders down firmly as she tried to sit up. "But I'm going to anyway," he told her. "And, furthermore, I'm going to use what ought to be used for rubbing you there."
He bent forward, undid his trousers and slid out his shaft. It came between her legs in one quick movement. "Now don't try to struggle," he said, "because if you do, you might excite me so much that I won't be able to control myself and my member will slip all the way inside of you." She said nothing, and he proceeded to tickle several sensitive places between her legs with the end of his big pointer.
After awhile, he moved slightly forward. The oil-smeared tip of his hard organ touched the slit between her buttocks and rubbed at the orifice. He ran the tool back and forth over the opening for some minutes before moving it back to her Mount of Venus. Finally, he positioned himself so that he could rub her tiny petals with the base of his shaft while he nuzzled at her rear with its tip. He smiled down at her as he fancied he felt some movement in response to his efforts.
"Poor little girl," he said with all the sympathetic commiseration of a hungry crocodile about to swallow a small fish. "It must hurt terribly when I do this."
"No, it doesn't hurt-much."
"Does it make you feel better?"
"Oh, no! This never-uh, well, yes, it does, frankly. The oil, you know-"
"Of course. The oil. Certainly. Shall I rub harder?"
"No. It feels fine just like that."
"Hold your legs tighter together."
She did, and he rubbed more persistently until a spasm shook her body and she cried out, gripping his shoulders and bucking her whole body up and down. Then the spasm passed and she fell back, limp.
While she had been in the throes of her orgasm, Garnett had slipped his organ into her rear entrance. She had not seemed to feel it at all. It slipped easily through the muscle ring, its entrance facilitated by the oil and the love juice which lined the passageway.
But now, as she lay panting beneath him, she suddenly cried: "Oh, that hurts! Take it out!"
Garnett chuckled. "Not a chance."
He did not pump in and out as he would have if he had been trying to put his weapon inside its proper sheath. Instead, he held it quite still and shook his hips so hard that her buttocks joggled up and down. At last, the orgasmic waves washed over him. He lay there-not thinking, letting sensation dominate him completely. Then he, too, went limp.
"Take it out now," pleaded Clara. "Please take it out"
"Squeeze," he said. "Contract the muscle." She did, and the trick worked like a charm. His less and shrunken organ slipped out instantly.