Thomas Gomez - Perfume Slaves Buch
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Thomas Gomez - Perfume Slaves
The new Traveller´s Companion Series from the Olympia Press
Perfume Slaves
Deep in the Parisian catacombs women are held in capsules, in total and absolute bondage. There they are put through various sadistic ordeals to invoke orgasms, just so that their precious love fluids can be captured and stored for very extraordinary and very rich man!
Aimee, an undercover cop, is detailed to find out why women are disappearing; and finds out (to her cost) the true secret of the catacombs for herself!
From the book: ‘ ... This was no ordinary chair. It was broad and solid, every stick of it twice the normal thickness, its legs embedded like stout roots in the clay.
The upholstery was hard waxy leather, shaped for the contours of a body, from buttocks to neck, with a padded headrest on a stalk above.
Most frightening were the attachments. On the side was a wooden hand-crank; on the legs, seat and arms of the chair were broad leather straps with brass buckles.
Twists of rubber-coated wire curled from a dark box beneath; and, set centrally in the leather seat, there was a small brass knob, protruding a centimetre or so, like the tip of a man’s thumb.
Perfume Slaves
Deep in the Parisian catacombs women are held in capsules, in total and absolute bondage. There they are put through various sadistic ordeals to invoke orgasms, just so that their precious love fluids can be captured and stored for very extraordinary and very rich man!
Aimee, an undercover cop, is detailed to find out why women are disappearing; and finds out (to her cost) the true secret of the catacombs for herself!
From the book: ‘ ... This was no ordinary chair. It was broad and solid, every stick of it twice the normal thickness, its legs embedded like stout roots in the clay.
The upholstery was hard waxy leather, shaped for the contours of a body, from buttocks to neck, with a padded headrest on a stalk above.
Most frightening were the attachments. On the side was a wooden hand-crank; on the legs, seat and arms of the chair were broad leather straps with brass buckles.
Twists of rubber-coated wire curled from a dark box beneath; and, set centrally in the leather seat, there was a small brass knob, protruding a centimetre or so, like the tip of a man’s thumb.