the marble massage table together, with their skirts and panties discarded. As at the Villa Anna, I smooth over their bare hips, thighs, and rear cheeks with the amply perfumed soap-cream. And as on those former occasions, they receive a gloved digit up their rear holes, and they load with their own warm rain the sponge held between their charming thighs. Ah, yet what a change is here! Now as a matter of routine, I work the light lather between their legs on my gloved fingers until there is such a chorus of tiny sounds! Julia cries out her pleasure with short and sharp utterances, accompanied by impatient butting movements of her bare and lathered hips. Natasha is more restrained, confining her outbursts to soft questioning whimpers of gratification. If you could see our prim little blonde as the gloved fingers rub her pussy-flesh in a light and soapy caress, you would have no doubt that her pleasures are more intense than these timid little sounds indicate.
For, of course, Natasha arches back her slim hips and opens herself to the intrusion with all the eagerness of a blond young Messalina!
The well-soaped finger up each young backside is now accepted by the two girls as a matter of necessity. Though they do not experience the same pleasure as from the other caresses, they now submit readily to this gentle impalement. I think the time has come when they would scarcely be able to manage without it-and so they have accepted the necessity of what must be. All this has been achieved, as I explained to Jack again today, under the seeming rule of cleanliness and decency. Even some of the other girls, who do not yet know me better, regard me as a moral dragon and a very martinet in matters of proper conduct and deportment. I am most anxious, dear Freddie, that our friend Jack shall encounter no difficulties with the girls who are to be his seraglio. It is so disagreeable when pleasures designed are spoilt or delayed by a lack of compliance among the objects of one's affections. A harem of young women must be, for their master, deesennuy-ant-or he might as well pay for his pleasures along the pavements of Piccadilly, the Via Roma, or the Rue de Rivoli. With this in mind, Freddie, I have made much use of your girl Noreen, as an object lesson to our Berlinese lesbians, our high-school charmers, and the fair-skinned German beauties whom Jack has brought with him.
Noreen, of course, is instantly seen for what she is, a quite tall and strongly-made girl of nineteen with firm fair-skinned features, the lank dark hair trimmed round at her collar and worn in a level fringe over the natural insolence of her brown eyes. One does not make courtly love to such a young wench as this, and yet she has an appeal for a man of jaded appetite who seeks the taste of strong meat.
Her costume of white singlet and the faded blue denim of working-jeans showed off her figure admirably when the other girls saw her. One sees so clearly Noreen's strong, straight back and her resiliently-moulded breasts. The jeans shape her firm and agile thighs, her sturdy young hips and loins, the cheeks of Noreen's bottom which are sturdy enough and well rounded but without a pinch of surplus fat. Great care has been taken that the other girls shall hear of Noreen's insolent conduct towards her admirers before that fortunate day when she came into the hands of a trader and was paraded, struggling, on to the auction-block. Several of the keenest bidders were men who had admired her at her shopwork, kneeling on all fours in the singlet and working-pants as she polished the waxed floors. The rear view of her stiffened the tool of every lucky fellow who paused to watch. Held by a stout waist-belt, the jeans-denim was drumskin-taut over the full and broadened mounds of Noreen's buttocks.
That stout central seam of the jeans-seat was drawn deeply and suggestively down between the strapping young cheeks of Noreen's bottom. Where it was stretched hard under her legs, it even parted the soft lips of her cunt which were clearly shaped as an erotic bulge in the thin denim. Yet when she was still mistress of her fate, the young bitch behaved with great thanklessness to men who paid the tribute of their eyes to this provoking aspect! She would become suddenly immobile on all fours and, with a flick of her lank dark hair, look back at them with firm-jawed contempt. Or she would sit back on her heels and stare round at them, her brown eyes determined to force them from their contemplation of her. You have enjoyed Noreen so often, Freddie, that I need not tell you of the lazy insolence which still remains in the young tart's nature and which is seen from time to time. To submit herself to the will of any other person-man or woman-is not her inclination. For that reason our new arrivals here regard her with fascination, for in her fate they read their own. A strong and resentful working-girl like Noreen would surely have resisted and rebelled. How is it that, despite her lapses, she obeys the commands given her with ill-grace and resentment-yet still obeys them? You see my purpose, Freddie? If the girls can be convinced that even Noreen could not endure the consequences of refusal and rebellion, they will give little for their own chances.
Jack and I will be saved a good deal which is disagreeable and will settle to our pleasures without delay. This will be more to the benefit of the girls than to our own. We shall enjoy our delights by whatever means is necessary. It is only the girls attending us who may endure chastisement through wayward refusal. It would have been possible, of course, to provoke Noreen to disobedience and then to have taken a vengeance upon her by means of whip, branding-marker, or some other convenient device. However, it goes against the grain to make such a young tart incur anguish merely in order to demonstrate that. Seduction, not sadism, is the method by which Jack and I propose to keep our seraglio in order. That being the case, we allowed the girls to feast their eyes on Noreen and to become well-acquainted with the sight of her. It took only a few hours. When that was done, we left several copies of a birch and boudoir story-a chapter from her life-lying about in places where the girls were sure to come across them. And so they did. You will easily imagine that girls like Elke and Julia, who cannot resist a lewd story, fell upon these and were soon reading out the details to the others. So it was that they became acquainted with your little masquerade, Freddie, when you posed as the captain of the yacht Brandon, which was carrying Noreen and several other girls to their first taste of the silken web of sexual bondage. They read of Noreen's loud-mouthed insolence, her defiance of those who sought to make her the companion of their bed.
It is the kind of impudent refusals which some of them might offer to Jack or I. The story of that incident informed them how Noreen had fought with such energy against her master, when he wished only to lavish upon her the enjoyment of the sheets, that she broke the poor fellow's arm-or at least obliged him to go about for a week with his right arm in a sling. What was the cause of this? Merely that her master had been sitting like a king in his throne-in a comfortable leather chair after dinner-when Noreen and the other girls were waiting upon him. He summoned Noreen to the arm of his chair and ordered her to turn her back. She flicked back her lank dark hair, gave him a contemptuous look, but obeyed. And so he was confronted by the tight jeans-seat, the shape of Noreen's broad young buttocks and strong hips. He naturally ordered her to bend over so that he might enjoy a more provoking view of Noreen's arse. She did this most resentfully. For some time he contemplated the suggestive shape of Noreen's bottom, so big-cheeked in this posture. After a little while, he ordered her to go into the adjoining room, take off her jeans and briefs, play between her legs, vaseline her arsehole, and then wait to be well ridden and vigorously sodomised. At this the most dreadful fracas ensued and our girls read of it wide- eyed. Noreen struggled and fought against him. Before his valet and grooms could restrain her, she had thrown her entire weight upon his arm, wrenching it grievously, and had bitten him hard upon the wrist. The eyes of Elke Mahne and the others flew along the lines of print to see what would be the outcome of this civil strife. She read of how the two stalwart grooms and the valet led Noreen to her master's cabin on the following evening. You may be sure that the miscreant struggled against them, twisting her hips, bowing her back, and trying every way to free herself from their grasp. The anger burnt red on the points of her wide cheekbones, her firm features set hard, the brown eyes still defiant. The lank collar-length of her dark hair flew to and fro as she wrestled against them, while she flicked her fringe with great energy. As Elke and the others read the tale, it puzzled them to understand how the injured master alone could teach Noreen the error of the crime she had committed. But then, dear Freddie, they do not know that gentleman as well as I do! They could well believe that it took the efforts of all three guardians to place Noreen face-down over a heavy stool-its legs bolted to the floor. One man was deputed to fasten her ankles, with legs full-stretched, to the metal rings at one extreme, another secured her wrists at full stretch on the far side. In this posture, the tight denim of the faded blue jeans presented Noreen's bum-cheeks full and broad. Our girls read how the valet undid the stout belt of Noreen's working-trousers, drawing her jeans down and off. Noreen's knickers, the elasticated briefs universally favoured by such working-girls, followed next. How the story captured the young trollops outrage when the warm cotton was folded, dunked in the crachoir, and then wadded into her mouth! Yet these protests were well muffled as the thin bridle-strap between her teeth was tightened to hold the silencer in its place. The object of this study is, of course, to deter our young ladies from unseemly and rebellious conduct. That being the case, Freddie, I also allowed them to glimpse an account of one of Noreen's other experiences on a certain plantation well known to both of us. It relates to a damp cloth applied in a room and to a part which propriety forbids mention of here. How this serviceable cloth was used to mop
