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Janine Edwards - A Lesson for Lara
The new Traveller´s Companion Series from the Olympia Press
An Olympia Pillow Book
A Lesson for Lara
Lara's suffering continues - she is still at the training school, which now has a new Boss. This ensures that Lara's life still revolves around pain, pain and more pain. Beatings, bizarre bondage and torture provide an endless succession of torments, with obligatory sex the only relief! The school teaches that, although the men may change, the time-honoured means of achieving their ends - the torture and abuse of girls - remains the same! Meantime, Miyako, who had made Lara's life such abject misery as a tutor, is on board ship, where she is punished for all her misdemeanours by being the plaything of the sadistic woman-hungry crew!
From the book:
' … The entertainment over for the time being, the seamen drifted away one by one. There was only so much fun to be had from watching the Jap whore's unconscious body hanging there motionless.
Admittedly there were aesthetic parallels to be drawn between the richness of the sunset and her lacerated, sunburned flesh, especially where the lash had overlaid stripe upon livid stripe across her shoulders. But the deeper hued, older bruising of her buttocks and thighs served to camouflage and obscure the fresh weals the Captain had so carefully placed there.
These were hard working and hard playing men who liked their blood fresh and copious. Once congealing set in and the flow slowed to a trickle, they'd rather swap memories of the high points.
Miyako had surprised them all with her stamina. For almost two hours she'd screamed at every stroke, facing the agony head-on and attempting to conquer it with rage. The Captain's expert wielding of the whip had extracted every possible ounce of suffering from each stroke before applying the next, reducing the shrieking girl to a mindless, gibbering lump and impelling half the watching crew to toss themselves off on the spot lest she succumb to her injuries and spoil the chance of any more fun.
Bonuses were few and far between.
An Olympia Pillow Book
A Lesson for Lara
Lara's suffering continues - she is still at the training school, which now has a new Boss. This ensures that Lara's life still revolves around pain, pain and more pain. Beatings, bizarre bondage and torture provide an endless succession of torments, with obligatory sex the only relief! The school teaches that, although the men may change, the time-honoured means of achieving their ends - the torture and abuse of girls - remains the same! Meantime, Miyako, who had made Lara's life such abject misery as a tutor, is on board ship, where she is punished for all her misdemeanours by being the plaything of the sadistic woman-hungry crew!
From the book:
' … The entertainment over for the time being, the seamen drifted away one by one. There was only so much fun to be had from watching the Jap whore's unconscious body hanging there motionless.
Admittedly there were aesthetic parallels to be drawn between the richness of the sunset and her lacerated, sunburned flesh, especially where the lash had overlaid stripe upon livid stripe across her shoulders. But the deeper hued, older bruising of her buttocks and thighs served to camouflage and obscure the fresh weals the Captain had so carefully placed there.
These were hard working and hard playing men who liked their blood fresh and copious. Once congealing set in and the flow slowed to a trickle, they'd rather swap memories of the high points.
Miyako had surprised them all with her stamina. For almost two hours she'd screamed at every stroke, facing the agony head-on and attempting to conquer it with rage. The Captain's expert wielding of the whip had extracted every possible ounce of suffering from each stroke before applying the next, reducing the shrieking girl to a mindless, gibbering lump and impelling half the watching crew to toss themselves off on the spot lest she succumb to her injuries and spoil the chance of any more fun.
Bonuses were few and far between.