The Lisa Series (40 page)

The woman snapped the collar and waist rings to the fasteners in the pole. She pulled Lisa’s arms back as far as possible, then threaded a cord through the cuffs. She dropped this cord through the ring on the back of the pole and tightened it so that Lisa’s hands could not touch any part of her body. This tightening of the cord served to pull Lisa’s shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward. Then the old woman clipped the ankle cuffs together. She ran another length of cord through a ring between the ankle cuffs and another ring in the platform about six inches in front of Lisa’s high heels. She pulled this cord tight, making it impossible for Lisa to move her feet or legs.

Finally, taking a long length of cord, the woman expertly bound Lisa’s torso to the pole. When she finished, the cord ran over and under Lisa’s breasts and crisscrossed in a black velvet X between them, forcing her shoulders even further back and her breasts up. When the woman finished, Lisa was unable to move. The arrangement of cuffs and cords was designed, not only to immobilize her, but to emphasize her breasts by thrusting them forward.

The woman placed a small bar in the ring behind the post. It was the ring to which the last cord had been secured. As she turned the bar, the ring tightened the cords that bound Lisa to the post. They pressed painfully into Lisa’s flesh. I could see Lisa’s neck constricting. As she tried to cry out, the ball-gag limited her to muffled groans. The woman twisted the ring again and the cords dug further into Lisa’s body. The old Emir nodded and the woman secured the bar and ring. Then, she held up a blindfold. The sons and their father exchanged looks. The father shook his head ‘no’.

The young woman who had been standing beside the wheelchair kneeled down in front of it. At a signal from the old man, she lifted his voluminous silk robe and all but disappearing under it, knelt between his legs. The Emir nodded to the old woman who reached into the case and brought out what looked like a fencing sword but was actually a very thin three foot length of rounded spring steel attached to a leather handle. Carefully, she slid a sleeve of black leather over the steel whip and tied it to the handle. I started to rise, but Frank quickly gripped my arm and forced me back into my chair. The woman moved slightly to one side of Lisa and holding the terrible whip up, swished it through the air several times. Lisa’s eyes widened in fright.

The woman drew its pointed tip over and around Lisa’s nipples, which stiffened immediately. I glanced at the Emir who was smiling. Taking a step back, the old woman raised her arm and brought the whip down hard across Lisa’s right breast. The whip made a short whistling sound and then an explosive crack. Lisa’s body jerked as though she’d received an electric shock. The gag stifled her cry. The woman struck the other breast. Then she brought the whip down again on the right breast. She alternated strokes, first one breast then the other, pausing for about ten seconds between each stroke. The gold rings embedded in Lisa’s nipples jumped with the blows, and each crack of the whip left a thin red welt.

Lisa writhed against the cords, which bound her to the post, and jerked violently every time the whip cut across her tender flesh. As she swung her head from side to side, the tears flowed from her eyes. The whip was landing now on her stomach and thighs, the blows coming faster and harder. I looked over at the Emir. His lips were drawn back in a horrible grin. Under his robe, the head of the young woman moved up and down.

The old woman shifted to the other side of Lisa and began once more to bring the whip down on Lisa’s breasts. Because they were thrust so far forward, they seemed to invite the whip and the painful blows caused them to swell. Her breasts were crisscrossed now with angry red welts, as were her stomach and thighs. With each whistling stroke Lisa’s body jumped and a guttural cry came from behind the gag. Tears streaked her face, and spittle ran from the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly the Emir made a cackling sound. I turned to see him stiffen and push the young woman’s head deeper into his crotch. At a signal from one the sons, the old woman stopped. Lisa sagged against the tight cords that held her to the whipping post. Small whimpering sounds came from behind the gag. After a minute or two, the woman stepped forward and holding the whip at the base of the blade nudged the handle between the vaginal lips of Lisa’s cunt. Slowly she pushed it in. Lisa moaned. The woman withdrew the handle and held it up. It was wet with Lisa’s juices. The Arab men applauded politely and the Emir nodded his head.

“Good,” Frank whispered, “she passed the first test.”

From the ceiling above the platform, we heard a slight clanking noise and looked up to see the black circle of drapery descending like a silken tent. It was designed to enclose the platform. A steel ring the same size as the platform held up the sides, and the conical roof of the tent was suspended from the wire which had lowered it. Inside the tent, Lisa and the old woman were completely hidden from those of us in the room. The younger woman who had serviced the Emir entered the tent through a side flap.

One of the men who had been standing near the Emir and his sons approached us. He handed Frank a note. Frank read it and gave it to me. It said, “We wish to speak to you. Bring the woman’s husband.”

Frank shook his head and smiled. “Don’t you fuck this up, Billy,” he warned, as we approached the three men. I thought we might have a language problem, but both sons had been educated in England and were Cambridge graduates. They spoke perfect English. They appeared to be in their fifties. Both had graying beards and wore caftans and full white silk robes. They were almost as tall as Frank and appeared to be grossly overweight, but with the flowing robes it was hard to tell.

“I am called Allard and my brother is Haji,” the older one spoke to Frank, ignoring me. “The American woman has much to learn, but so far she has been satisfactory. If she performs as well in the next trial we will probably, as you say in your country, have a deal.”

“Yes, yes indeed,” Frank grinned. “I knew she would please you.”

“Well, that is still to be proven, isn’t it?” The younger brother, Haji, looked impassively at Frank.

“Oh, she will do...” Frank began, before Allard cut him off.

“Shortly we shall see what she will do. Now, let us review the terms. Should we decide to purchase her, you will receive a finder’s fee of seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. A like amount will be placed in a Swiss bank account for her. Her year of servitude to us will not begin until she has spent three months in a training facility to which we will send her. Allowing for preparations and travel, we expect she will be returned to us by August first and her service with us will terminate one year from that date.”

“Yeah,” Frank said, “that’s okay.”

Allard continued, “Just as I am now telling this to you, it is being explained to the American once more. On August first of next year, she will elect to be sold again to some other buyer on more or less the same terms unless, of course, we decide to renew her contract, which is unlikely. Or, as I have promised, she will be free to go on her way. By that time, there will be approximately one million dollars in her account.’

“I think she’ll take the money and run,” Frank said.

“Don’t be certain,” Haji began. “It’s been our experience that after the intensive training and a year of absolute servitude, these women come to understand that their path to pleasure lies through humiliation and pain. They realize that their only reason for being is to submit, to offer themselves completely to their masters, to obey without hesitation whatever commands they are given, to strive in every way possible to give pleasure.”

“Yeah, but with a cool million in the bank?” Frank questioned.

“In five years, which is as long as most are marketable, they can accumulate five million even if their selling price diminishes as it usually does. But, be assured, they are not concerned about the money. Most of them seldom think of it.”

Allard turned to me. “You are the husband?” I nodded. “I recognize you from the tapes.” He allowed himself a slight smile. The color rose to my face. I started to explain, but he raised a hand to silence me. “You must wonder how it is we can buy your wife. Slavery was abolished centuries ago, yes?”

“Yes,” I said, “it’s illegal. You know that. It’s a federal crime and an international one.”

“You Americans are so naive. The extremely wealthy are above the law. They always have been. Now is no different. The law can be bought. We do it all the time. The great fortunes of the world depend on it. This transaction, the purchase of your wife, is a trivial matter. If you, or a local authority, or a state judge, or even a federal judge could not be bought and wanted to cause trouble, that person or persons would be dispersed. I mean literally: an arm here, a leg there, the head in Barcelona, a foot in Chile. It happens all the time. Not as much as before because most authorities have received the message. They have learned that to be in one piece and rich is preferable to the alternative.”

Haji continued, “As you probably know, our culture does not hold women in high regard. We consider white women, particularly American white women, far less worthy than our own. Of course, this is not so in other cultures. Beautiful white women are looked upon as highly desirable and usually unobtainable. So, since we are men of the world, we realize that a white woman, a white woman we own, has a certain amount of prestige value...somewhat like an expensive painting. Therefore, in service to us your wife will be looked upon as an object of great value, but an object nonetheless. She will, after she’s been trained, obey our commands, serve our needs, pleasure our senses, and cause our friends and business associates and even our enemies to be somewhat envious.”

Allard, the older brother, took up the explanation of what lay ahead for Lisa. “In our compound she will first be subjected to the will of our father.” He nodded in the direction of the Emir who had fallen asleep. Drool rolled from the corner of his open mouth. “Often, she will be whipped for his pleasure. At other times, she will suck him while he watches someone else under the whip. She will service my brother and myself whenever and wherever and however we want her. I will use her mouth while Haji, I know, will prefer her anus. We will frequently give her to friends, clients, and sometimes deserving servants. Occasionally, one of these might fuck her cunt but not as often as she would like. She will also be required to satisfy the desires of wealthy wives and daughters of men who are useful to us. We think she may prove to be especially desirable to our Japanese clients who, I can honestly say, often make demands on our white slaves that exceed our own.”

Allard once again deferred to Haji who concluded the description of Lisa’s servitude. “In our compound she will wear shear gowns, sandals or heels, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a collar. She will be severely punished for any infraction of the rules and will also be whipped for our pleasure. When we go abroad to Europe or Asia, we will often take her along. On these occasions she will be dressed and groomed much as you saw her when she entered this room today: tastefully attired and in all other respects looking like a wealthy American woman who might be the wife or mistress of a powerful executive. Of course, she will never wear undergarments. At these times she will wear, in private and in public, a velvet collar, which will be clearly visible. Next to the small steel ring embedded in the collar will be a gold plate on which is engraved a coiled cobra. People in our circle know that this symbol signifies she is our property. They understand that as such she can be given to them. They will know that she is available and, if we choose, she will be at their disposal.”

“Yes,” Allard continued, “they need only request her mouth, her anus, or her cunt and, if it is in our interest, we will give her to them, perhaps for an hour, perhaps for a week. If they wish to amuse themselves in any way by abusing or humiliating her, that will be their privilege. If they wish to whip her or to see her whipped, that too will be their privilege. Also, in the compound she will be required to offer herself in a variety of ways at parties and pageants we devise for the entertainment of our friends and clients.” He paused and looked at his watch. “As I said,” he went on, “while she is being prepared at this moment for our pleasure, what I’ve told you is being explained to her. She has not been drugged or threatened. She will understand all that we have explained here to you. Should we decide to purchase her, she will be given one opportunity to refuse. If she does, that will end it. We have several other American women on our list of prospects. If she accepts, she will put her name to the contract and by morning will be on her way to the training facility.” He looked at me, then at Frank. “This husband has signed the divorce agreement?”

“Yeah, all signed, sealed and delivered.”

“Good.”

“Did you say she can still refuse and nothing will happen to her?” I asked.

“Yes,” Allard replied. “At the end of this next trial if we decide we want her she will be asked to choose. Keep in mind, she has been made completely aware of what her life will be like if she says yes. Her decision will be an informed one and irrevocable. If she chooses to be free, we will look at other candidates. No harm will come to her from us.” He glanced at Frank who clenched his jaw and looked at the floor. “However,” Allard continued, “if she signs the contract, she will fulfill its terms.”

“I think you should start considering the other prospects on your list,” I said. “What Frank and Silk put her through was one thing, but absolute slavery in a foreign country and the humiliation, the beatings…believe me, she won’t accept. I’m sure of it.”

Allard smiled, “Well, in a little while we will know, won’t we?”

From inside the tent came the sound of the old woman’s bell. Slowly the tent was raised until it touched the domed ceiling. Before us, on the platform, were the three women. The two women veiled in black stood on either side of Lisa. The contrast was startling. It seems odd to say, considering the circumstances, but Lisa looked absolutely angelic. She wore a transparent white silken gown, which reached to the floor. It was very full, as were the wide sleeves. There were no fastenings on the front of the gown, but from the neck to the hem both sides of the opening were edged in bands of filigreed gold. The sleeves and the hem were decorated in a similar fashion. The gown hung open in the middle exposing Lisa’s shaved pubis. I could see the glint of the nipple rings through the shear material and the crisscross welts of the whip marks. Around her neck was the black velvet collar Allard had mentioned. A narrow gold band was strapped above each knee and, like the collar, there was embedded in each of these bands a small gold ring.