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Victor Bruno - Whiphand
The new Travellers Companion Series from Olympia Press
Whiphand
The fourth and final part of the story of Julia Pryce-Seymour (written some years after the 'TRILOGY' above). Having suffered the torments of Hell at her hands, Julia is sold off to white slavers in the desert, there apparently to remain a slave for the rest of her natural life. However a fellow slave has a plan for escape and, with the tables turned, Julia finds herself in a quite unfamiliar position of power.
From the book: ‘ … In turn, each girl was simply but most efficiently pinioned.
First she was made to place her belly down on the rough square top of the cross-timber; then a strap was fastened about her knees and the knees pulled under the bar; another strap then ran from her knees to her neck, this one being short so the girl’s head was pulled down.
That left her in a circular-curving posture around the beam, with her buttock-flesh pulled taut in the manner Julia had ordered. Finally, the wrists were tied together with thinner straps, the arms forced behind the back and pulled up, then fastened by another short strap to the neck band.
To say the least, Julia was most admiring of the quick, efficient work of her new staff. They would have done credit to the once dreaded Bala!
Each obviously knew his job, but had been insufficiently occupied of late. Feeling that repeat of surging power-lust, she surveyed the four sets of helpless hind-quarters before her: one dusky, three black.
How that female flesh already twitched and quivered in awful anticipation! How incessant were the pleas for mercy! And how well Julia understood the reasons for both!
Like some officer inspecting troops, she moved, easy-limbed along the line ... the rod hissing and swishing through the air to inspire additional anticipatory dead.
"You girls have committed no fault," she said at length. "You are here purely and simply so that you will understand fully - once and for all - my new authority over you. Each of you is going to feel the rod for her own good. Because, believe me, if there is the slightest indiscipline, disobedience of slackness in the future, you will fare far worse. I wish to make that quite clear at the outset. Now, before feel my new authority, has any of you anything to say?"
Whiphand
The fourth and final part of the story of Julia Pryce-Seymour (written some years after the 'TRILOGY' above). Having suffered the torments of Hell at her hands, Julia is sold off to white slavers in the desert, there apparently to remain a slave for the rest of her natural life. However a fellow slave has a plan for escape and, with the tables turned, Julia finds herself in a quite unfamiliar position of power.
From the book: ‘ … In turn, each girl was simply but most efficiently pinioned.
First she was made to place her belly down on the rough square top of the cross-timber; then a strap was fastened about her knees and the knees pulled under the bar; another strap then ran from her knees to her neck, this one being short so the girl’s head was pulled down.
That left her in a circular-curving posture around the beam, with her buttock-flesh pulled taut in the manner Julia had ordered. Finally, the wrists were tied together with thinner straps, the arms forced behind the back and pulled up, then fastened by another short strap to the neck band.
To say the least, Julia was most admiring of the quick, efficient work of her new staff. They would have done credit to the once dreaded Bala!
Each obviously knew his job, but had been insufficiently occupied of late. Feeling that repeat of surging power-lust, she surveyed the four sets of helpless hind-quarters before her: one dusky, three black.
How that female flesh already twitched and quivered in awful anticipation! How incessant were the pleas for mercy! And how well Julia understood the reasons for both!
Like some officer inspecting troops, she moved, easy-limbed along the line ... the rod hissing and swishing through the air to inspire additional anticipatory dead.
"You girls have committed no fault," she said at length. "You are here purely and simply so that you will understand fully - once and for all - my new authority over you. Each of you is going to feel the rod for her own good. Because, believe me, if there is the slightest indiscipline, disobedience of slackness in the future, you will fare far worse. I wish to make that quite clear at the outset. Now, before feel my new authority, has any of you anything to say?"