The Taming of Julia by Victor Bruno

The Taming of Julia by Victor Bruno

Author:Victor Bruno [Bruno, Victor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781780517223
Publisher: Andrews UK
Published: 2011-09-06T00:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER FIVE

Frantically Julia fought to check the pull of the iron collar about her neck. She pulled on the chain, she tried to dig in her heels ... yet remorselessly Miss Judith strode on before her.

‘No ... no ... please ... ’ Julia kept choking out, ‘it wasn’t my fault ... I ... couldn’t help it ... please ...

please understand.’

Miss Judith strode on ... her victim in tow.

It was time for those ‘on Report’ to be dealt with.

The double doors of the Punishment Room came in sight.

The lettering above them was stark and clear.

‘NO!’ shrieked Julia. ‘NO ... OOO ... MERCE ... EEE ...

I’LL DO ANYTHING ... ANYTHING YOU WANT ... ’

Miss Judith strode on, the collar cutting into Julia’s neck. The doors opened and Julia was lugged mercilessly in.

Virtually dragged in. But that made no difference. She was in. To receive what, in terms of the regime of the Paradise, was justly regarded as ‘her desserts!’

Two naked women were already linked to a side wall by collar and chain. Julia, weeping hysterically, joined Miss Mara who was already seated on a leather chair alongside a wooden dais. At the back of the dais, stood Jason and Ahmed, faces impassive, arms folded. There were two seats on the dais. Both were empty. They awaited Madame Vesta and Miss Kaufman, who was her chief assistant.

The stage, one might say, was set.

And, on the Paradise, it was a very familiar stage and a very familiar setting. The performance began regularly at seven o’clock in the evening precisely.

A minute before that time, the double doors opened again and the two black clad figures entered. Menacing, remorseless, and as inevitable as doom. Julia, still weeping, crouched like a desolate child against the wall; the two women alongside her, though silent, began to tremble.

Madame Vesta and her chief assistant took their seats on the dais. There were a few seconds’ tense silence.

‘I will now deal with those on Report,’ announced Madame Vesta in a sepulchral voice.

‘You’ve got very good tits,’ said Gordon Crane, his voice a little thick.

‘Thank you ... master,’ responded Melissa. She was now kneeling between Gordon’s thighs, having removed her tiny bra and panty set, as ordered. Gordon, too, was naked, and solidly in erection.

Yes, two lovely handfuls, thought Gordon hotly, as he felt the nipples firming involuntarily. Although she was temporarily his ‘slave’, Melissa had more ‘class’ about her than any woman he could remember. That made it all the more enjoyable.

‘Do you like me doing this?’

‘I am your slave, master ... ’

‘But do you like me doing this?’

‘Y-Yes ... master ... it is an honour ... ’

One of Gordon’s hands slipped down and he began to fondly Melissa more intimately. To his surprise and delight, she did not recoil but, if anything, proffered herself to his touch.

‘And that?’

‘Ah ... y-yes ... master ... I am your slave ... ’

Gordon’s fingers delved.

‘And that?’

‘Yes ... yes ... master ... I am here to please you, master

... ’

My God, this is the life, thought Gordon.



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