“May… may I-feel you?” quavered Doris. “May I feel your… your sex?”
His fingers sank irately into the soft flesh of her white shoulder. Hurriedly she changed her vocabulary.
“Your… your cunt!” she gasped. “May I feel it- and s-see how passionate y-you are?”
“Turn round again, Rose!” said Francis quietly.
And once more the opening in the wall which was some three feet from the floor. Rose being obviously on a sofa — was blocked by an even more indelicate display than had just recently been offered.
Clearly the shattered woman who knelt there had made up her mind that haste in compliance was her only course if she were ever to extricate herself from this incredible nightmare. Gingerly she laid slim white fingers on the shamefully displayed intimacies of her hostess.
So complete was the exposure now that it was plain that Rose was lying on her back and had raised her widely parted legs against the partition at the foot of the sofa.
The lower curves of her backside were in clear view- and also the curly hair covering her genital mound as well as the remainder of her crotch.
And all these womanly charms quivered and throbbed under the embarrassed fingerings of Doris Tasker.
“I think myself,” said Francis softly, “that you have some reason to feel aggrieved over being watched by the lady of the establishment when you fancied yourself… or yourselves immune from observation.”
“Just imagine her having the impertinence to peer in at you secretly-while your masculine friends was set on stripping your lovely legs-and getting so excited by the sight that he wished in his own peculiar way to become your lover. She is under discipline now-and I think you should punish her a little yourself for her brazen and outspoken curiosity!”
“Why not tug at that pretty curly fleece of hers? Make her squirm and squeal a little!”
Although not in the least inclined toward violence in the normal way, the lovely matron found herself grasping the silken genital hair of her shamefully exposed victim and tugging it with her slim fingers. Her blood pulsed quite inexplicably at the strange action-she reflected in a vague manner.
But as Rose sighed ardently under the traction-and then gave a faint cry-Doris released the hair she was thus gripping and flared anew with embarrassment over what she had done.
“You have not understood, I fear.” said the man. “Any suggestion that I make now-is an order! Pull her hair again. Nov finger her entire crotch-from rump to her mound. And tickle her around the anus.
“Heavens! How she does shake and sigh-to be sure, I am half-minded to remove that candle-for what a fine position she is in now to grant me her remaining virginity-I wonder…!”
Comprehending at last, through his incredible words, the lascivious indulgence which he seemed to have in his mind as far as the helpless Mrs. Bolton was concerned, Doris Tasker turned crimson. In the face of such cynicism as his, she saw the futility of indignant glances-which were her sole remaining weapon.
She fluttered and withdrew her trembling fingers-and was rewarded by a box on the ear. Though the blow was light, the shame of being smitten like a disobedient child affected Doris tremendously.
Her inability to resent the slap overwhelmed her. She gasped and cringed-and obeyed his gesture by putting her slim fingers once more on the pouting delicately coral cleft which was framed in the widely parted thighs.
“If you felt like taking some further vengeance upon her by pinching those soft lips and by shaming her with an inserted finger, I can't see that she is in any position to resist you,” he remarked mildly.
Understanding now that her only course lay in instant compliance, Doris muttered a confused determination to do as he said. But her little twinges upon the already excited lips of Rose's palpitating sex only served to cause that voluptuous young woman to groan in a shamed and hot ecstasy-and when the slim finger bent inward between the pouting lips it was all the victim could do to keep from rolling off the sofa on which she lay twisting in passionate delight.
“Press your finger in as far as it will go,” he bade her in a whisper.
Rose jumped and clamored hoarsely as Mrs. Tasker obeyed his command.
“Ohhh! My God… n-o-o-o!” she gasped. “Don't… touch mi-me there… not right on my-ohh! God-no! I'm s-so s-sensitive there-please… please stop!”
“Now describe to me the state of affairs in there!” he demanded.
“Oh, heavens! Must you mortify us both to death?” she wailed. “She is… the passage seems to cling to my finger. It is so warm-it is hot! It throbs-and… all wet!”
“And the clitoris?” he queried.
“It is-very stiff!” she faltered, transferring her fingertips to the point he mentioned. “It palpitates-jerks- there is… moisture…”
“It is so difficult to punish guilty matrons or even girls adequately.” he complained. “For no sooner does a man supply shame or force than they begin to become erotical and agitated-and get sensations which transcend one's ideas of discipline.”
“I expect she would twist and moan and spend-if you were told to atone for the vicious caress you received from Mr. Bliss by applying the same to her.”
“Oh God-Oh God in heaven!” cried Doris frantically. “You would never have the heart-I should die of… of shame!”
He toyed delightedly with the woman's apprehension- “I am more than inclined to demand this,” he said. “However I will allow each of you a vote. Rose-would you like to have Doris suck your pretty cunt?”
“No! No… ohh! N-o-o!” quavered Rose.
“A vote in the negative-even though I suspect that it is not an entirely truthful one,” he remarked. “And you, Doris, would you like to just kiss-and suck this sweet and pretty slit?”
“No! Never!” sobbed Mrs. Tasker.
“Never covers a long period of time,” he commented. “Before this is ended you may beg me for the privilege you have just refused. However, I seem to lie outvoted. I think that we may assume now. Rose, that Doris will require your kind services at once.”
His enigmatic words conveyed nothing to Mrs. Tasker. But there was a prolonged sigh from behind the partition. The lovely vision of white and rosy nakedness vanished and the sliding panel closed softly.
Weakened and trembling. Doris sank into a chair. But she was hardly sealed before a lovely and piquant sight came quickly into the room.
With a hastily attached white skirt. Rose had completed a maid's garb. The skirt failed to meet her stockings by an inch or two. Her fine arms and shoulders and the luscious upper slopes of her breasts were bare. But otherwise she was fully clad-apparently.
Her sweet face, though, was scarlet-and if she could meet the gaze of the man who had so subjugated her- her eyes refused to encounter those of the squally confused Mrs. Tasker.
“Upon the entirety of your submission during the next few minutes, Doris,” remarked the man, “depends your escape from the difficulties in which your habits have entangled you. You will go with Rose now-you will implicitly obey her in whatever she tells you to do-recalling that her every instruction is my command.”
“I think that your ruin-and that of your family- will ensue if you revolt against this little programme of… shall we say-punishment appropriate to your misdeeds — which I have arranged!”
So grave was his tone and so evident his sincerity that the beleaguered young matron trembles as before the crack of doom. She abandoned herself… horribly apprehensive yet eager to get the inevitable over and done with.
She was mystified over what might await her… but it seemed certain that in any event no such shame as had been forced on a tradeswoman… even though a refined one… could possibly be contemplated in regard to a lady of her family and position.
One final imperative glance from the man to Rose bade her not to weaken in what she had to do. She shivered at that look, for it recalled his treat that if she did not satisfy him in this, he would take her to-night to a party in West End Avenue… and that there he would exhibit her naked to a group of his friends… and then raffle off her beautiful body to one of them.