And through it all, the warden laughed in uproarious gaiety. It was all very funny to him. Perhaps he was happy in the thought that he was to ravish me, a new woman to him, a blond like his dear Russians. More girls were led in. These were better, and Bernice beckoned to one; she was to remain; the others were dismissed.
Holding back, her eyes downcast, her hands trying to hide her charms, she was jerked in front of Bernice, and here she underwent a series of questions. Interested, I listened. Many of the questions were of a decidedly personal nature, but to them all, the girl nodded her head; she was willing to do anything, go anywhere, if only she could escape from that den of inequity. She was chosen as the first new inmate of Bernice's house of ill fame.
"You see!” cried the warden, pinching Bernice's nipples. “Ho! Ho! You see! One woman! One woman you choose! Gold! One hundred rubles and a fuck! Ho! Ho!"
Others were led in. They were all shapes and shades. It was a modern slave-market, where women and girls were chosen for their beauty and ability to please men-and women-for Bernice maintained a resort that was patronized by as many women as men.
Finally, after almost a hundred were led in, Bernice managed to get a full dozen; Japanese, Hungarians, Swedes, and Italians made up the quota, and only the most beautiful were chosen.
Then I made an announcement. Taking advantage of the warden's anxiety to have me, I said, “Do you suppose it would be possible for me to find a maid? I have none, you know."
"Why not? Ho! Ho! Why not? A hundred rubles apiece! Ho! Ho!"
"But,” I said, kissing his cheek and carrying his hand between my legs, “you wouldn't charge me a hundred rubles, would you? Remember, you are to have me a little later."
"Ho! Ho!” he cried, squeezing my breasts. “Ho! Ho! I have you already! You can't escape me! How can you? Ho! Ho! A hundred rubles and a fuck; that's the price! Take it or leave it!"
I saw the uselessness of trying to bargain with the brute. He must have his gold, and I was getting damn good and tired of his constant “Ho! Ho!"
"Let one of the guards take me through the women's wards,” I said. “We can save time that way, and you shall have me all the sooner."
This, strangely enough, seemed to tickle his fancy, and I was allowed to wend my way through the prison. And here, stranger still, I found a girl who instantly took my eye. Calling her to one side, I questioned her. She was young, very beautiful, and quite shapely, and I wondered why Bernice hadn't seen her. Then, upon further questioning, I discovered that she was being reserved for a future date when she was to be whipped before a company of select women guests who were expected the following week. This I wheedled out of a reluctant guard.
When I asked him if I might take the girl to one of the tiny cells to question her further, he said, “And what do I get out of it, if I do?” There was a mean leer in his evil eye.
I said, “What do you want?"
He answered, “The warden has her picked for a little party, and he'd kill me if he knew, but the price is a fuck, young lady!"
"Done,” I said. “Shall it be now or later?"
"Now,” he said, “and a promise from you that you won't tell!"
It is needless to go into the details of it. Be it enough to say that in the very cell in which I was to hold a private interview with the girl, I submitted to the guard's embrace. Nor was I so dreadfully put out over it, either, for the guard proved quite capable of performing his duty in rather a pleasing manner.
A few moments later, I had the girl alone in the cell. Her name was Rose, and she stared at my nudity in ever-increasing wonder.
"Tell me, Rose,” I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her, “how would you like to be taken away from here and become my maid?"
Her eyes filled with tears, and it was some moments before she could answer, “Oh, madam, if you will take me away from this awful place I'll be your slave for life! I'll die for you!"
"You won't have to die for me, little dear. On the other hand, I might ask you to do strange things for me, but I'll never whip or abuse you. Do you think you could obey me in everything, Rose?"
"Oh, yes,” she cried, her eyes wide. “I'll do anything!"
"Anything?” I repeated, slipping my hand beneath her ragged skirt and patting her smooth flesh.
"Oh, I wouldn't care what you asked me to do. I would do anything! You are wealthy, and I'm sure that if you ask, they will let me go with you!"
She said this with so much meaning that I believed I couldn't be mistaken. “Will you do something for me, Rose?” I asked.
Nodding her eager approval, I said, “Will you take off your dress, little dear? I want to see you naked; just like I am!"
Quickly, her eyes wide in wonder, she slipped off her dress, the only garment she wore, and stood naked before me. My eyes swept over her beautiful form, and what I saw pleased me. “And if I take you away with me will you give me your solemn promise that you will never refuse me a single request, no matter how naughty it might seem to you?"
There was an eager light in her eyes. “I'll do anything,” she answered, her voice low, pregnant with meaning. We sealed the bargain with a kiss, and I returned to the sitting room, leading Rose-again fully clothed-by the hand.
"I've made my choice,” I said, indicating the girl by my side.
"Ho! Ho!” cried Frog-Face. “Ho! Ho! You can't have Rose! You can't have Rose! Ho! Ho! Rose is being saved for other guests!"
Bernice, quick to note my plight, came to my rescue. “Then the deal is off!” she cried. “You can keep the girls I chose! I can get others, you pig! And you'll not get the thousand rubles, or the rest of our bargain! ‘Ho, Ho’ over that, you old pig!"
I expected a scene, but there was none; old Frog-Face was far too eager for the gold to allow Bernice to get away with her threat.
"All right! All right!” he cried. “Ho! Ho! But she'll cost you plenty! A thousand rubles! A thousand rubles is the price! Ho! Ho! A thousand rubles for the pretty Rose!"
"You're a fool!” cried Bernice. “A hundred it is, and that's far more than she's worth, you thieving pig!"
Crestfallen, beaten at his own game, the warden led us back to the prison proper and into the room with the table. Here we found a great spread laid out. We dined and wined. Bernice whispered to me, “Now you'll see the real show, and after that, he'll take us both to his bed, so prepare yourself for a fucking you'll never forget!"
"I fooled the old pig,” I whispered. “I had to fuck the guard before he would admit me to Rose's cell."
"For God's sake, don't let the old bastard find it out or he'll kill the poor man! I know him! He's the worst brute in all Europe!"
Bernice, with all her experience, seemed frightened, while I, strange as it may seem, was looking forward to an engagement with the monster! I wanted his monster cock! I hadn't seen it as yet, but all three girls had boasted of its great size! Then, too, he had promised to take both Bernice and myself to bed with him, and that in itself was enough for me! Just then I would have done anything to be with this black-haired beauty! Even then, perched as she was on the monster's knees, I couldn't keep my eyes from her thatch! It was thick and entirely surrounded her cunt, growing far up on her belly and ending in a little point just below her navel!
But my thoughts were cut short. Two girls were led in naked. They were larger than any Bernice chose, but they were well formed and sturdy. Quickly they were tied down and brutally whipped until the blood ran in streams down their buttocks and thighs. Finally, they lay in a dead faint.
It was brutal, but I found myself liking it! Something within me stirred at sight of the blood! I had never felt so hot in my life! One hand stole down to the front of the warden's pants! Sensing my meaning, he separated his great legs, allowing my fingers full access! A moment later, I had his great cock out! I gave a gasp! It truly was a monster! By far the largest I had ever seen! My fingers could not span it, it was so big!