The Pleasures of Bankruptcy Page 16

  Upon his next signal the other leg was presented to him in similar guise. He noted the crumpled material of the drawers on the lower curves of the buttock and in what little he could see of the crotch. And as he murmured an order unexpected at this point by the listening Rose, he admired the incredible firmness and delicacy of the skin of that naked thigh… with a fineness so clear that the tiny blue veins were perceptible in its faintly pink and snowy surface.

  “The drawers should be removed now…” he said in a low voice… but one clearly audible to the strained and listening ears behind the partition. He heard a panting gasp as the leg disappeared. There was further rustling… and a dry sob…

  “And I think the shoe and stocking also…” he added. “The other leg may be left clad as yet…”

  The delay this time was brief. A naked foot, slim and lovely, made its appearance in the aperture. All the beauties of the delicately nude limb followed in its wake…

  As if aware that something of her corresponding buttock must appear in the opening… and that there was also a peril of more intimate disclosures in case of movement… the panting owner of the exposed leg sought to maintain it motionless… and she even revealed more of the taut buttock than might otherwise have been necessary… because of her anxiety to expose nothing of her crotch.

  “Move the leg and foot… as if searching for some-of soft hair whose strands were of an even ruddier gold thing with the toes…” he directed quietly.

  The hesitation of the bewildered and dominant woman was brief. The exquisite thigh which nearly… but not quite… blocked the opening, moved here and there lightly, as it followed the waverings of the lower log… moving delicately to and fro in its searching… disclosures.

  Francis edged his chair a trifle nearer. His eyes gleamed, for now he had glimpses of a silken moss… of tendrils than those of Doris Tasker's long and heavy tresses. He saw, too, from time to time, the delicate pinkness of the soft, intimate cleft in the perforce expanded crotch.

  The man inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Go on…” he said.

  He had another wait… and then there appeared in the tiny arena of this peculiar theatre a white dome crowned at its very summit by a stiffly erect nipple of coral… a crest set in the tender and faintly rosy circle of the aureole of this gloriously beautiful and firm breasts.

  Presently the mate of this lovely hillock was presented for his inspection. And then both of them together… though they were somewhat crushed towards each other by the narrow opening in which they were displayed.

  And next the perfect jewel of the navel… a dimpled gem set in the white expanse of a lovely naked belly… was pressed against the opening in the wall. He made no audible comment on what he saw… save that his low clear voice signaled every few minutes when he desired the programme altered.

  Doris Tasker possessed fashionably slender lines… the lines almost, of a girl. Yet the naked buttock which she now presented with such bitter shame, nearly filled the opening in the partition.

  He relished intensely the individual display of each of the rear mounds… and then smiled as an effort… doomed to failure from the start… was made to display to him the entire backside at one time. The whole bottom simply could not be wedged into the opening… but he reveled in the view of this swelling flesh… parted vertically by a line which was made snug and tight by the pressure of the flesh from either side.

  “Go on…” he said again, huskily.

  And now there arose from the farther side of the thin partition a sound of confused, low clamorings.

  “I won't… I simply won't… show him… that,” he heard. “Ohhh… how can you… another woman… help in such… such unspeakable things…?”

  Then there was another frantic voice in reply, as Rose interrupted her complaint.

  “There's only this one final exposure… and if you think I'm going to risk a whipping and… other things… simply because you're ashamed…! I shall have to call him… now, unless you submit! He will hang me up by the legs maybe… all naked…. because I haven't been able… to compel you… and as for you… just see what will happen…!”

  “Oh God… can't he be satisfied… with the humiliation… I've undergone already… I tell you… I won't…!”

  “Mr. Freeman…!” called Rose tremulously.

  “Don't… ohh… for God's sake… don't call him!” came the wailing whisper. “He's terrible… there's no stopping him! You can't tell… what he will do… or ask for… next! Please… Just an instant… give me time to…!”

  Freeman smiled grimly in his solitude… taking no notice of the squabble for which he was responsible. Cynically, he appraised in the trembling voice of his newest captive not only the shame and horror which assailed her and the fear which she had so soon acquired of him, but also the panting excitement which had gradually flooded all her being as she exposed, little by little, all her bared charms.

  This excitement, he knew, must be largely sexual in its nature, despite her probable ignorance of the fact… and it presaged for him, when he should so wish, an amoureuse par excellence…

  As the delay continued and he heard the dismayed Rose actually struggling with the frantic woman to force her to this added complaisance, he allowed a low, muttered word of command to become audible…

  There were two scared exclamations from behind the partition, and then silence for a brief moment. And then a vision of maddening loveliness and entire indiscretion made its first appearance on the stage. Just as Rose had done a little earlier, so now Mrs. Doris Tasker was framing for his pleasure in that square opening… all her lovely bared sexualities.

  The dark red gold of her sex hair… nearly bronze in this light… showed first at the base of the quivering, flat belly. Then, gradually, as she managed to contort herself under the guidance of Rose, the distracted matron raised her legs against the wall and parted them… to such a very grudging extent… that he could barely discern the softly carmine line of her sex descending from her plump little mound.

  And now for the first time he touched her. He gently laid a fingertip between the closed thighs… which were at once pressed tightly together in dismay… pressing his hand between their warm, velvety surfaces.

  “Is someone playing tricks on me…?” he demanded, in seeming annoyance at the gesture.

  “Wider… wider… Mr. Tasker…” protested the startled Rose. “If once you annoy him… he may come in here… and then… heaven knows what will happen.”

  With a smothered moan of dismay, the recumbent woman parted her legs… abruptly. And now the lavish display of her nude intimacies made Francis shudder with passion and delight.

  He toyed with her naked charms in a manner calculated to convert into unwilling but crazed desire the agitation which already permeated her whole being. From her white throat gurgled hoarse little sounds which Doris was unable to repress, and which were half cooing and half wailing in their nature.

  She exclaimed at last-almost at the limit of her endurance as his linger gently teased her sex. She stiffened and cried out suddenly as he buried his forefinger to its full extent in the warm, moist sheath, which clung to it ardently. And when he resumed that intensive fingertip play upon her tiny, stiff clitoris, Doris cried out sharply, and, trembling in all of her flesh that was visible, collapsed on the sofa which was supporting her body.

  “I think… she's fainted!” came the alarmed voice of Rose from the next room.

  “No…. ohh-n-no!” was heard in a smothered exclamation. “I–I c-can't s-stand it! I shall d-die… just die!”

  “Is she in the state in which I want her. Rose?” queried Francis quietly.

  “I guess so!” said Rose. “She seems almost crazy.”

  “Then get her in position for me-press her well into the panel opening,” he ordered. “I'll show her a kind of panel game she never heard of. You will be the first one, Doris, that I've taken through a hole in the wall. But perhaps your innate modesty will be grateful for that.”


  “On her knees?” faltered Rose. “Or-or how?”

  “No… silly-as she was just now!” he answered.

  It is improbable that the stricken Doris, if she heard any of this conversation, understood a syllable of it. She was rolling and tossing in such a frenzy on the couch that the springs creaked. And now Rose was struggling breathlessly to adjust the lovely, naked body to the opening in the way which Francis desired-with the legs parted and raised.

  “I… I can't manage her,” panted Rose. “She wriggles and twists so-and closes her legs together… and sighs and throws her arms about.”

  “Doris!” called the man, sharply and clearly.

  Through the confused mists of her distracted condition his voice penetrated. She gave a wail of misery-and then yielded to the directing hands of Rose. The latter mounted the foot of the sofa and managed to get the lovely body into the position desired. Standing there, she held the legs by the ankles-and kept them apart.

  “Her groove is beautifully exposed now.” said Francis. “Just keep her like that-don't let her close her legs.”

  Not satisfied with lowering his nether garments, he removed them entirely. He was aflame with desire by this time. And the unusual manner of his intended penetration of this lovely woman whose pouting sex was thus offered to him added fuel to his flames.

  With his immense prick thrusting proudly ahead of him-he drew near his pouting, inflamed target. The instant that Doris felt that smooth warmth touching her secret lips, she gave a sudden cry and then, as he went on in-she was in wild if half-conscious motion-jerking her belly and her expanded crotch up and down in an ecstasy of excitement-not in the least realizing as yet what was at hand.

  “I… I can't hold her-she is jerking so!” gasped the struggling Rose.

  “Doris!” he warned again-and again the woman feebly moaned and subsided-as he pursued his aims.

  There was a long inhalation of her breath as the huge head of his prick pressed the soft and yielding lips of her slit inwards. She shook as in an ague for a moment- and then, as he gained ground and the lips of her sex were strained to admit part of that ruby head, she gave a deep moan from her very heart-a moan that was replete with a sombre rapture.

  She awakened now to the reality of what was going on within her lovely body.

  “Almighty God!” she gasped. “I'm being taken-he's… h-he's h-having m-me!”

  With another firm pressure, Francis Freeman managed to lodge the entire head of his prick within the congested lips. The woman writhed-and cried out hoarsely-as she felt her intimate flesh thus invaded.

  “Lie still!” be commanded, and her movements ceased abruptly, though she continued to sigh and shiver.

  “Yes! I am… 'having' you,” he said. “In the search for a fitting punishment, and one that would linger in your mind I could think of none more effective than this. I will guarantee that you remember this fuck as long as you live. Have you any objection to offer to it?”

  Her breathing was one long drawn “o-o-o-h,” and he could surmise that she was incapable of intelligent speech.

  “I can feel,” he said… somewhat uncertainly, as the most delicious sensations possessed him, “I can feel the delicate-but fortunately elastic lips of your cunt cling hotly to the weapon which they have housed. I may tell you, perhaps to your relief, that it seems to me that you are so constructed as to admit me with much less difficulty than Rose experienced at first.”

  “And now-as I press further within your lovely body — promising to stop instantly if you show any signs of real pain… I ask you again if you can think of ally valid reason why I shouldn't enjoy you if I wish?”

  In the faint cry which Doris gave in reply there was a mad ecstasy-but no pain whatever. For the brief pressure which accompanied his remarks and his question had thrilled the woman's inmost passions as they had never been thrilled before.

  “No… n-no!” she stammered. “I can offer no objection-you will do as you wish! Ohh! God… God in Heaven — I think I'm dying — with delight!”

  It was with real relief that Francis realized now that his surmise had been correct — that the clinging inner channels of this superb beauty who housed him in part were far more elastic than those of the lovely Rose.

  For with Rose he had worked for the best part of an hour before attaining a complete penetration of her delicious cunt-and even now, ardent and enamoured as she evidently was, it was with some apprehension as well as with burning joy, that the lovely widow who was his amorous mistress, opened her lovely legs to his approach.

  But in this case-despite the outward seeming of delicacy and fragility which he had noted in the slit of the young matron which he was now possessing-he felt exultantly that he need exercise no special discretion.

  Not that the channel within which he was slowly penetrating, to the sound of her melodious sighs and gasps of a bliss beyond words, was large or loose in its tissues. On the contrary, the membranes clung hotly and closely as he very slowly slid in.

  Even her mental suffering had disappeared for the time being-for, in the unspeakable ecstasy that shook her- there was no room for distress of any kind.

  “Come-come closed!” she moaned feverishly. “Ohh- can't you come closed!” She writhed her limbs frantically at him. “Ohh! God! Break down the wall-crush it- crush me! Come… t-take m-me-I want it… clear in m-me!”

  He pressed down a trifle more, and she gurgled with a new rapture.

  “Please… p-please!” she whispered shakily. “Push… lie on m-me-I want to feel-y-you on m-me… to squeeze you in between-o-o-h Cod!.. between my legs — instead of like this.”

  “The next time.” he replied huskily, “for there will be many a next time, Doris. Then I'll flatten you beneath me. But I can't stop now! Can you take another inch of it? Stop her mouth. Rose… those soft squeals can be- heard across the street!”

  Breathing hard, he paused at last-with his virile organ planted to its last inch within the trembling, ecstatic body of the clergyman's lovely wife. He had crowded his body as close as possible to the opening in the wall-and the devoted Rose was holding the writhing nudities of the delirious Doris fully at his disposal.

  In consequence of his care. Doris hardly felt a twinge of discomfort. Her whole being was absorbed in a felicity so great that she raved chokingly-and when at last his sperm jetted forth it was into a cunt already lubricated by two discharges of her woman's love dew-and spending again in unison with him Doris cried out in ecstasy and fell back in a swoon.

  Francis withdrew very gently. The panel closed. He could faintly hear Rose scurrying around as she revived the shaken Doris-and led her away to necessary ablutions. He attended to his own person-and sat down to await what might transpire.

  Presently there was a light tap at the door-and he called out: “Come in!”

  Preceded by a flushed and charming Rose-a delightful maid servant in white, who displayed bare thighs with every whisk of her brief skirt-there entered a figure with the pale and exquisite features of a statue.

  Mrs. Tasker was draped in a long mantle of black silk — a garment which swept the floor in folds amid which the pure whiteness of her naked, beautiful feet showed as she stepped forward, escorted by Rose.

  Pale as marble, the woman looked downward at the ground. Her sole color showed in the magnificent unbound mane of red gold hair which fell about her knees.

  “Look at him, Doris,” whispered Rose. “And speak to him as you were bidden.”

  The still quivering woman managed to raise her eyes. And as she did so their blueness was suffused-and encountering his glance, her pallor was slowly invaded by a delicate flush-a flush which spread over all her face and throat.

  “How-how can I… s-say such things!” she mourned very softly.

  Yet it was clear that she had not yet been able to cast off the enchantment attending on what this man had so recently done to her.

  “You must… ohh-you must!” quavered the flurried Rose. “I tol
d you-you will be punished like a naughty child unless you succeed in pleasing him!”

  “Ohh! My God!” ejaculated Doris, chokingly.

  She advanced close to the seated Francis. Under the light pressure of Rose's hand on her shoulder, she fell on her knees before him. She took his hand and kissed it.

  “I… I thank y-you!” she whispered tremulously. “For… for fucking m-mer-so marvelously. It has made me very happy-to be of use to you in this way!”

  “I hope you are telling me the truth, Doris,” he said quietly. “Were you really happy?”

  Again she met his eyes. And through all the shame of a proud and aristocratic young matron brought to such an unbelievable humiliation, there showed briefly a glance of uncontrollable passion before her long lashes fell.

  “I was… happy,” she murmured. “And I shall be glad — if you wish-to… o-o-h-to show myself to you… quite naked, so that you may see what you have done!”

  “I think that I might permit that,” he said quietly. Doris stumbled to her feet-with the assistance of the hovering Rose. For a moment she stood there swaying- and then, as the man changed his posture with a sudden impatient gesture, she started violently. Her hands went to the throat of her garment — which swathed her very voluminously.

  There was only a single clasp at the neck. This she unfastened fumbingly. She gasped faintly-and then- seeming to summon all her resolution, she took the borders of the garment which she had been clasping so close about her body-and threw back the mantle's silken folds to either side.

  Against the black silk the wonderful beauty of her naked body was sharply outlined. The milk and rose of the soft skin, the perfect curves of the swelling breasts, the charm of the triangle of ruddy gold hair at her crotch — all combined in a picture of perfect womanhood.

  “Hold the mantle. Rose,” he ordered huskily. “Now turn around very slowly, Doris-let me see every part of you against that dark background. Don't stop until I tell you to…”