Imaginings I: Bernadette in Wien

Chapter 1

Bernadette Winkler, a pretty, twenty-something Austrian who had recently moved to Wien in search of a better job, a better apartment and a better love life, had been exchanging erotic e-mails with a peculiar American. This correspondence had kept her excited for some months, excitement which she worked off by writing female-submissive pornography and posting it on the Internet, but now that she had moved, it would be some time before she could resume the relationship, having temporarily lost the use of her computer. So, although excited by her new flat and challenged by her new job, she felt bored. And horny. And this is how all of her troubles started.

After only a couple of weeks on her new job, Bernadette had nearly settled in, becoming confident enough to look around at what her co-workers were doing. And wearing. One man – no, a boy really – who was interning in her department had started about the same time and they often helped each other to find things, or to learn procedures. He seemed very friendly and Bernadette thought for a while that he had been flirting with her, but that afternoon he had mentioned going to see the new Star Trek movie with his BOYFRIEND(!).

Bernadette was depressed to learn that Erwin was a homosexual, especially since he didn't wear underwear and he seemed to have a pretty respectable 'package'. When she left work that night the temperature was hovering around freezing. Big, fat, wet flakes of snow were lightly drifting down from above the street-lights. In the city, you can never see the stars, but these twinkling little lights were coming down to her. She smiled and let a couple of flakes melt on her face, then shrugged herself deeper into her furry coat and decided to explore a little of her new city before returning to her apartment. The best way to see anyplace is on foot, so she began walking – at first perpendicular to the path that would lead her home, but she quickly found herself bending with the Strasses. Long before midnight she found herself – or, rather, DIDN'T find herself – walking in a completely unfamiliar district.

A dingy, hard-to-read sign proclaimed her to be on Die aeussere Kaerntnerstrasse, which she knew to be kilometers from her apartment. The entire Strasse seemed somehow darker and dirtier than the districts she was accustomed to. Some of the doorways had men, women or couples loitering in them, many in various stages of intoxication or drug-induced stupor. Most of the storefronts had curtains pulled down or waxed paper across their front windows, which would have given them a grimy, sinister appearance even at high noon. At midnight the effect was... disturbing. She had just decided to get onto another Strasse as quickly as possible when a pleasant young male voice called out from just ahead, "Fraeulein! Would du like to make some money?"

Bernie rolled her eyes. 'Oh, great. He thinks I'm a prostitute.' She smiled at him as she drew level with the doorway where he stood. 'Hmm. Attractive, too bad...' "Sorry, Herr. I'm on mein way home."

"Wouldn't du like to get home fuenfhundert euros richer?"

'Fuenfhundert?' Bernadette slowed as she passed the grinning young man. With that kind of money, she could get a decent, though out-of-date, computer, or make a couple of payments on her automobile. It was ridiculous, of course… but what could it hurt to hear the fellow's story? Without realizing it she found herself halted, facing him from a few paces down the Strasse. From what she could see in this light he looked very Aryan -- blonde hair, not too long, blue eyes, sober, maybe twenty, maybe less, only a couple of centimeters above her own height, and slim, with clean clothes. 'Safe,' she thought. 'This one doesn't look dangerous.' She smiled again. "Fuenfhundert euros? Who do I have to kill?" she joked nervously.

The fellow lifted his face and laughed from his belly, "No one dies tonight, Fraeulein. No one even has to be seriously hurt. We're making a movie inside here und we're short an actress. It's about zwei or drei hours work, und we've already rented the cameras und studio. We'll be out more than fuenfhundert if we don't get this wrapped up by 9am . Are du interested?"

Bernadette rolled her eyes again. 'How naive does he think I am?' "Und this film would be pornographic, I suppose?"

The fellow shrugged. "Sort of. You'd have to be mostly nude, which shouldn't be embarrassing for a pretty Maedchen like du. Du would be wearing a leather outfit und holding a whip, und du would have to 'convince' our other actress to lick deine Muschi. It's quite warm in the studio; du wouldn't have to worry about freezing off anything irreplaceable..."

By this time Bernadette had lost track of what the fellow was saying. 'Wearing leather... holding a whip... convince her to lick... nearly nude....' She shuddered, and the budding Fellini fell silent to await her reply. "Und I'd only have to pay du..." she began, then reddened and closed her mouth.

The fellow laughed again, knowing that he had hooked her and had only to reel her in, "No, no, Fraeulein! WE pay DU." He opened the door behind him and waved her in. "Come along. The sooner begun, the sooner ended, ja? Und what is deine name, Fraeulein?"

"Mein name?" Bernadette was startled. "Why do du need to know my name?"

"Du must sign a model release form, stating that du are of legal age to make a contract, und that du are not under any coercion or intimidation und are of sound mind." He winked, "Most of the Maedchens who work in these films give a false name, but don't let us know that, eh?"

She took a deep breath. Well, that sounded reasonable, and if they just wanted ANY name... 'I'm sure Annette wouldn't mind, und it would make a gut story to tell mein Sir when I e-mail him on mein new computer.' She grinned. "Annette Meyer. Du can call me Annie."

He extended his hand. "Hello, Annie. I'm Erich. I'm in charge of the lighting... und the casting, I guess. Rudolph is our camera operator und director, und Frieda is our other actress. We're up on the dritte floor at the rear. Come along."

Bernadette followed Erich down a dimly lit, but clean, hallway and up two flights of stairs to a heavy door at the top, where Erich paused and rapped in a sort of code that she didn't quite catch. There was a little peeling paint in the stairwell, but it didn't smell too bad -- all in all, nothing to give her an excuse to leave, yet.

The door was opened by a small, dark, weasely looking man in his thirties who peered first at Erich, then at Bernadette, then conjured an oily smile and gestured them in. "So, Erich, du have found us a new Dietrich?" Bernadette rolled her eyes and extended her hand as Erich made introductions. The room was about ten meters on a side, with a high ceiling, and sparsely furnished aside from the filming equipment. Erich hadn't lied about the heat, either. Rudolph's hand was sweaty – although that might have been it's usual state – and Bernadette was already looking for a place to put her coat as she felt her own perspiration break out.

Erich called, "Frieda! Come out und meet deine co-star!" A dark, anorectically thin woman about Bernadette's age stepped around a partition along the far wall. She was smoking a Turkish cigarette and was about six centimeters shorter than Bernadette, with small, floppy tits and large dark areolas and nipples. She was also totally nude, and unlike the two men, seemed like she was on something. Too nervous for heroin… maybe cocaine? She made a small motion with the hand that wasn't holding her cigarette, probably meant to be a wave, and arched her neck oddly to blow an unbelievably long stream of smoke at the ceiling. Well, at least she had good breath control.

Rudolph smiled, "Frieda is one of our regulars -- maybe du will be, too?" He saw the look on her face. "Oh, well. Frieda, show Annie the dressing room und explain to her how things will go tonight." He looked at his watch. "I'd like to get this wrapped up before dawn."

"Dawn? I need to be out of here long before that! Erich said zwei or drei hours," Bernadette exclaimed, dismayed at the thought of losing an entire night's sleep.

"It won't be more than drei hours... from the time we begin filming," Rudolph said, soothingly. "We're all set up und ready to go as soon as du are."

Frieda made a small gesture with her cigarette that might have meant 'follow me'. "This way, behind here." She disappeared behind the partition. Feeling less and less in control of her situation, Bernadette trailed behind like a lost puppy.

Behind the partition a doorless doorway opened into a smaller room containing a cot, a couple of over-stuffed chairs, a coffee table with three overflowing ashtrays and an empty bottle of cheap wine, and a pair of portable wardrobes. Unlike the windowless main room, this dressing room had two small windows for ventilation, but no shades or curtains. A quick glance outside showed only the backs of several other equally run-down buildings sharing what was at one time a courtyard.

"There's no one out there to see du change, Annie." Bernadette turned to see Frieda looking her up and down, checking her out from behind the cover of her smokescreen. She released

another long stream toward the ceiling, which spread out to thicken the air. "Do du smoke?"

'Well, I do, but not that stuff.' Aloud Bernie replied, "Uh, ja, but only mein brand... und I left them at home."

Frieda smiled lazily. "Du could try eins of mine. It might help du to relax. I think du will probably need something..." she trailed off as she turned to search through one of the wardrobes.

Bernadette crossed her fingers as she lay her overcoat on the foot of the cot and thought, 'Forgive me, mein Sir.' "My master will punish me if he finds I have been smoking again -- I don't dare."

Frieda minced over to the nervous Bernadette, carrying a tangle of leather straps which she dropped on top of the coat. "Deine master?" She seemed amused. "Und how would deine master find out? None of us would tell him." Up close Frieda seemed to radiate a kind of musk. She seemed a little older, a little more tired -- not a pretty woman, but exotically attractive. And she stood very close....

"I would tell him."

Frieda raised an eyebrow, "Du? I see, du WANT to be punished." She grinned slyly, "Our kleines Annie is a bad Maedchen." Bernadette's eyes widened. What had she said? All of her secrets seemed to be revealing themselves. Frieda took a deep drag and tossed the butt of her cigarette onto the coffee table. Her left hand went around Bernadette's neck to pull her down, while the right traced the line of her jaw. She spoke without a wisp of smoke escaping, "Let's give him something to punish du for."

Their lips met. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Freida used her warm, wet tongue to pry apart Bernadette's lips, then while stroking the tip of her tongue across the back of Bernadette's, she began to exhale. Bernadette's lungs filled with the sweet, harsh combination of tobacco and marijuana, then over filled. Her eyes widened as Frieda continued to exhale, and she blinked when she saw a cloud of smoke seeping from her own nostrils, yet still the kiss went on and on. She couldn't draw any air into her lungs because they were completely inflated. She began to grow dizzy, and Frieda eased her down onto the cot on her back, finally releasing her as her eyes began to roll back. She came to awareness to find Frieda looming over her, smiling, so close they were still exchanging breaths.

"That ought to have been worth sechs of the best, don't du think?" Frieda murmured into her ear. "Du had better get dressed now. The boys will think we've been fucking in here."

Smiling nervously, Bernadette sat up and stripped off her sweater as Frieda faded back to the coffee table and lit another cigarette, "Haven't we?"

Frieda squinted through the smoke. "Nein. The fucking comes later. That was just to get deine engine started." She could already see Bernadette's nipples, erect through her cotton brassiere, and grinned knowingly as her trousers came down to reveal a wet spot at the crotch of her underpants. "I think deine crank needs eins more turn..." She pushed the helpless Bernadette back down on the cot and straddled her. "Du have never done this mit a woman before, have du?"

Bernadette made a whimpering noise, half wanting, half fearing what Frieda was offering... no, forcing upon her. She could feel the heat of the cigarette radiate against her ear and jaw as Frieda held her head in place and raped her mouth with her tongue. Although it was easier to breath this time, she soon became dizzy again and recovered from a near-swoon to feel Frieda's hand inside her panties while she wetly licked the hollow of her throat. Frieda's dark, hooded eyes bore into her own, and she blew a last long stream of smoke from her nostrils like a dragon, wreathing them in vapor. "We're going to be friends, aren't we, Annie? Du are going to be mein... sehr... gut... friend."

"Ja, ja. Friends. I will be deine..." She didn't want to say 'friend'; she wanted to say 'slave', but couldn't form the word.

Frieda removed her hand from Bernadette's panties, rubbed the moisture from her fingers under Bernadette's nose, then licked them clean. "Du had better finish dressing. I'll get the

forms du must sign, and a pen. I'll be back soon." And she was gone, leaving Bernadette breathing in the scent of her own arousal. When she returned a few minutes later, Bernadette was nude, sitting on the cot and holding up the tangle of straps, trying to puzzle out how it fit together. Her brain seemed to be working in slow motion, but she wasn't sure she could have made anything out of that mess on her best day.

Frieda clucked and guided her over to the coffee table and onto her knees, clearing a space to place a small stack of papers and a pen. "Here, du sign these while I straighten out deine mess."

Bernadette wasn't at all certain that she had made the mess out of the pile of leather straps, but she picked up the pen and began to look the contract over. It was three pages, and the third was filled with tiny print on both sides. The other two didn't seem as bad, if it weren't for the poor lighting.

"The top page is an affidavit that du are of legal age to engage in a pornographic performance for pay. Sign next to the bottom. I'll sign as witness as soon as I get this verdamt thing straightened out."

The paper seemed to be exactly as Frieda described, and Bernadette signed, remembering that she was Annette Meyer, at least until dawn. 'I'll have to tell mein Sir to thank Annette for me. Kleines Bernadette would never have had the courage to attempt this,' she pondered as Frieda explained the next page.

"The second sheet says that du agree to work for eins day in exchange for fuenfhundert euros. The 'day' is a formality; du should be out of here before first light, even if we re-take some scenes, which we usually don't. Rudolph doesn't like to waste the film."

Bernadette was a little surprised. "This isn't going to be electronically recorded?" she inquired as she signed.

"Nein," Frieda sighed as the pile of straps suddenly separated into its component parts. She picked up a couple of them, moved over behind Bernadette and began fastening them around her ankles, nudging her legs farther apart as she worked. "That would be too easy. Rudolph considers himself to be an auteur und only works in celluloid. Pompous ass." With her left hand she reached for more straps while her right snaked around Bernadette's waist and dipped down between her thighs to search out her clitoris. In an instant, Bernie was halfway to an orgasm. Frieda alternated applying pieces of leather here and there – almost at random, it seemed to Bernadette – with stroking Bernie's thighs and running fingers up and down her spine.

She licked the back of Bernadette's neck, then whispered in her ear as she stroked slowly back and forth across her belly, "The last page is a description of the story. There isn't any real script. It says that du are a dominatrix und I am deine slave." She chuckled and licked Bernadette's ear before she continued, "What a horrible piece of mis-casting." She licked her fingers and began to move Bernadette's nipples around in little circles. Bernadette could feel Frieda's soft breasts pressed against her back, and she shivered. "Du will have a buggy-whip und du will use it to force me to lick deine Muschi. I will resist. Hit me hard, anywhere but mein face. It will leave marks that the camera will see, und it will hurt like a little devil, but that is what I'm getting paid for. Du don't... mind... hurting me, do du?" She reached around from both sides and trapped Bernadette's clitoris between her index fingers and proceeded to saw back and forth, gradually increasing the pressure until Bernadette thought her head would fly off. She was so close...

"Nein, nein! I will hurt du. I will hit du, und hurt du..."

"I know du will," whispered Frieda as she slowed her stroking to keep Bernadette a degree below boiling. "Sign the bottom of the last page und we can begin filming, Annie," she breathed in her ear.

'Annie! I'm Annette,' Bernadette thought desperately, just in time to keep from putting 'Bernadette Winkler' on the dotted line. With shaking hands she finished the 'Meyer', then Frieda stood up, kissed the top of her head and collected the pieces of the contract.

Taking Bernadette's hand, she pulled the trembling girl toward the open doorway. "Gut! I'll just hand these to Rudy, then we can get started."

'Started! All I want is to be finished! Preferably zwei or drei times!'

As Bernadette was pulled into the warm main room of the make-shift studio, she looked down at the leather costume Frieda had strapped her into. She broke out in a sweat as her eyes widened in shock! There was really quite a bit of material, but nothing seemed to be covered. Her forearms and lower legs each had a ten centimeter cuff with four odd-looking 'D' rings spaced around them, and her throat had a similar collar half the width. Her waist was encircled by a substantial girdle-like device that extended from the top of her hip-bones to just below her breasts, with more straps extending from its top and bottom. The straps at the bottom fell from directly above her pussy, split to pass on either side of it between her plump vaginal lips and her inner thighs, then continued through the crevice of her behind to rejoin the girdle along her spine. They were pulled tight and her pussy bulged outward obscenely with the head of her clitoris peeking out from its hood. Every step she took caused her thighs to rub against the sides of her puckered labia. The straps on the top crossed between her breasts, then passed under her arms to rejoin the girdle in the middle of her back. This caused a considerable downward pressure to be exerted across the tops of her breasts, while the upper edge of the girdle kept them propped up from below. The combined effect caused her breasts to swell, and her nipples were engorged to the size of the last joint on her littlest fingers. She felt like they were entering the room a half-pace before the rest of her did.

'Mein Gott, all anyone will see of me is mein Nippels!' A quick glance at her crotch caused her to reconsider that, though. She slowed as she stepped into the room, eyes wide, heart pounding, suddenly realizing that two strange men were about to see her naked. No, WORSE than naked! Obscenely displayed, with all of her private parts swollen and thrust forward like a nymphomaniac! Oh, this would be good for the camera, but very, very bad for little Bernadette! She felt her face redden as she stepped from behind the partition, not quite believing that she was actually doing this, and knowing that she had to keep moving or she would certainly drop dead from her shame. She only realized that Frieda had long since let go of her hand when she saw the smaller woman across the room handing the signed contract to Rudy. Contract? Her death warrant! How could she ever go through with this? Her hands were shaking, so she tried to cross her arms over her chest and ignore the stares she must(!) be receiving from the men on the other side of the room. She couldn't believe how cool her breasts were, and was distracted by the feeling of her nipples rubbing against the leather of her cuffs. She quickly dropped her arms and clasped her hands behind her back, but then realized that that made her breasts thrust even farther forward, so she let them dangle at her sides and shifted her weight back and forth from leg to leg, until she realized that THAT was stimulating her pussy. In frustration, she clasped her hands on top of her head and spread her legs until she couldn't feel them rubbing against the plump lips of her pussy anymore, then squeezed her eyes shut when it occurred to her what her little performance must look like to her audience.

Closing her eyes actually allowed her to calm down and think about her situation more rationally. Wasn't this what she had always wanted? Displayed in front of men who, this time, she KNEW – not just fantasized – were looking at her. About to have her pussy licked ON CAMERA by a woman! Of course, she would orgasm... maybe four or five times, while it would be recorded on film for all of eternity. She would have to see that her step-brother got a copy. Little shit. Show him what he was missing out on... and Tina. Tina would love this. Tina could spank her while they watched it together. Too bad her Sir would never see it... he would cum in his pants.... She would have to tell him, of course. She'd get a couple more orgasms just typing it out, and hundreds more thinking about it through the years. Years! God! Maybe someday her GRANDCHILDREN would see this and think what a hot piece of ass their old Granny used to be! If she hadn't been standing in the pose she was, she'd have cum in an instant.

'Du can do this Bernadette. Nein, nein, ANNETTE. Bernadette did not enter this building, Annette did. Annie, I'm Annie. I show my body off before a hundred men at a time. They pay me to dance for them. They pay me for sex. Tonight they pay me to have a woman lick me while they capture it on film. I'm Annie. I do this kind of thing every day. I can do this.' She lowered her hands and opened her eyes to see Frieda smirking at her from the center of the room while Erich and Rudy finished positioning the camera and lights. 'I'm Annie. I'm much more experienced than this... tart, und I'm not going to let her get the best of me.' She looked around and saw the buggy-whip leaning against the partition. Fascinated, she walked over and picked it up to examine it.

It was leather, of course, braided around flexible wood over a meter in length. As big around as her thumb, where it was meant to be held, it tapered to half that thickness at the far end. A single strand of smooth, soft, thick leather sprouted from the top and hung back down all the way to the handle and beyond. Bernadette rubbed it against her cheek and inhaled deeply. Not new. This weapon had seen use, but had been well cared for. She could smell the oil... and the sweat... and maybe just a hint of sex. It was hard to believe that something this soft could hurt the way Frieda had claimed. Still stroking it, she turned to look at Frieda, who was smoking again while regarding her with amusement. The boys had completed their last-minute details and were watching expectantly. There were three stationary cameras set up around the room and Rudy held a smaller one at his side. "Is that the respect du show deine mistress?" Bernadette purred. Rudy quickly swung the hand-held up to his eye while taking a step to his left.

Frieda looked around in exaggerated fashion. "Mistress? Has mein mistress arrived?" She took another puff.

Bernadette smiled slowly as she sauntered over to stand before the insolent older woman. "I see du know little about being a submissive. Fortunately, I am just the woman who can teach du."

Frieda laughed. "Du? What can du teach me?"

Bernadette brought the whip slashing down backhand at a 45 degree angle, catching the hand Frieda was using to hold her cigarette and knocking the butt to the floor. Frieda gave a short shriek and clutched her two smallest fingers with her other hand while Bernadette continued her motion with the whip, bringing it down, up, around, and back to cut a forehand stroke with the tail directly across Frieda's unprotected belly, as hard as she could swing. Frieda gasped and sank to her knees, legs and eyes both opened wide.

"Erste, I can teach du to say 'Sie', not 'du'," Bernadette glowered. "But I like 'Madam' even better. As in 'What may this worthless slut do for Sie, Madam?'" Frieda dutifully repeated the phrase, but Bernadette was certain she was still being laughed at. "Why, it's really more a question of what I can do for du, und right now I'm going to give du sechs of mein best." Frieda was startled, then a bit rueful as Bernadette strode behind her. "Eyes front, slut, und count for me." Bernadette caught the tail of the whip and gathered it up against the handle so that it wouldn't fly wildly around and hit her co-star somewhere she shouldn't be hit. "Give me a gut target. On all fours, like a dog." Frieda slumped forward onto her hands and knees as Rudy and Erich moved to better positions and Bernadette swiped the sweat off her brow and worked to get her breathing under control. 'I can't believe this! If I don't have a heart attack this is going to be the best sex EVER!'

After a long moment she brought the whip slowly above her head, then rapidly down on the fleshiest part of Frieda's skinny behind. "Ah! Eins! Danke Sie, Madam. May I have another?"

Bernadette was momentarily startled by this obviously rehearsed response, until she remembered that this was what Frieda was being paid for, and the actress had likely been in this position dozens of times before. She recovered her composure while re-adjusting the tail of the whip in her grip. "Why, ja, slut. Du may."

This established their pattern – Bernadette trying to find someplace covered by at least a little bit of fat to deliver the stroke, followed by the whack!, the count, the request for another, the adjustment of the whip, and the granting of the request. By the sixth stroke she could find no new places to strike and was going to try to lay it over the first stripe again, but as the stroke was already on its way, realized that she could instead come at Frieda's bottom from the, uhm, bottom, so she altered the direction of her blow in mid-swing. Unfortunately, this resulted in the tip of the stick striking squarely across Frieda's open pussy lips. Frieda squawked and shot bolt upright on her knees, then grabbed her crotch with both hands and slowly folded forward until her face lay on the floor.

Bernadette paused a moment, asking herself what Annette would do in this situation, then assumed a stern look and said, "I didn't hear 'sechs', slut. We will have to start again."

Frieda looked amazed for an instant, then nodded minisculely to show that she approved. "Ja, Madam. Madam, may this worthless slut make a request?"

Bernadette hesitated, then agreed, "Du have learned some courtesy. What is deine request?"

Frieda looked Bernadette in the eyes, challenging her. "I beg Sie to deliver these next sechs on mein front, with the tail of the whip, Madam."

Bernadette locked eyes with the more experienced woman while she rapidly thought the situation through. The stick might break a bone on this skeletal creature, but the time she had hit her with the tail had barely left a mark, though it had seemed to hurt.... "Granted. Assume the position." Frieda simply bent over backwards, knees spread and on the floor, hands spread to keep her head from hitting, and arched her back, thrusting her belly at the ceiling. Bernadette noticed that in this position Frieda's arms would shield her face while making it look as though she was totally unprotected. Clever. Deciding that this was what was expected of her, Bernadette spaced the first five strokes down Frieda's torso from her armpits and upper chest past her breasts – which flopped around marvelously when struck – her stomach, her lower belly and onto her upper thighs, each of the middle three strikes bringing a gasp from her frail-seeming victim. After the fifth Bernadette walked over to stand where Frieda had to look at her upside-down. Bernie straddled the smaller woman, giving her a good look at what she would soon be licking. "Du have taken deine strokes sehr well, slut."

"Danke Sie, Madam, but I still have eins coming," she trembled, struggling to maintain the severe arch in her back.

"I am going to give du a choice, slut. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Very nice, Madam." Frieda was shaking all over with the strain. "What is mein choice?" she inquired through clenched teeth.

Bernadette danced the tail of the whip back and forth across Frieda's shuddering torso, wondering how long it would be before she collapsed and what the punishment for that should be. Both of them were bathed in sweat and Bernadette was wishing for something cool to drink. At length, she decided to take pity on her victim – and more importantly to move closer to getting her pussy licked. So, as she tickled Frieda's gaping vagina with the tip of her whip, she asked, "Where would mein hard-working slut like her Mistress to deliver her final stroke? Take deine time, I have all nacht."

"Mein Muschi! Please Madam, strike mein Muschi, hard," she gasped, on the verge of collapse. "Please!"

Bernadette sighed. Reflecting that all good things must come to an end, she moved back a bit to get a full arm motion, wound up, then paused. "Are du certain?"

Frieda's eyes bulged and she shook like a leaf, "PLEASE!"

Bernadette seemed quite concerned, "I wouldn't want to hurt du...."

"PLEASE!!! HIT ME! PLEASE!!!" Bernadette brought the whip straight down the length of Frieda's body, as hard as possibly could. "SECHS!" Frieda screamed, then curled up into the fetal position and whispered, "Danke Sie, Madam. Please, no more."

Bernadette turned the whip around and poked the handle between the moaning woman's vaginal lips, fascinated by the red streak that bisected them, "Come, come, kleines slut, du have had deine Muschi cared for, now it is time for du to look after mine."

At that moment, the heavy door of the studio burst open, and Bernadette whirled about to see a pair of huge men racing towards her.