DIALOGUE
By V.P. Viddler
"Do you know what a woman will do for a man when she has been hung up by her
hair for half an hour, with her hands lashed in back of her and no way to get
down?"
"I should think she'd do almost anything."
"That's right, Mr. Corliss. Almost anything. Only without the almost."
"How fascinating."
"Do you find it so?"
"I do."
"I thought you might."
"And if a woman is put into such a position, is it likely that she would be
wearing all her clothing?"
"It is not."
"Ah."
"As a matter of fact, probably no clothing at all."
"Ah. And would she be allowed to vocalize her undoubted unhappiness?"
"Hardly. That--unhappiness--is likely to be so agonizing that her screams might
easily disturb a neighbor or a passer-by. That cannot be allowed."
"Of course. And so this woman would have in her mouth--"
"A gag."
"Ah. And, as you say, she would be without clothing--"
"Naked."
"Ah.
"But not cold."
"No."
"No. In fact, most uncomfortably warm, to the point at which perspiration would
suffuse her body."
"And this discomfort would also result from her position, would it?"
"It most assuredly would."
"To such intensity that this woman's body would possibly twist and writhe in
pain and agony."
"That is a fair assumption, Mr. Corliss."
"Causing, I would assume, still further pain as her tightly pulled hair strains
so torturously at the lady's scalp."
"That is also fairly put, sir."
"I can envision the young lady's breasts--for any lady put into such a position
will certainly be young--and most attractive--"
"That is not for me to say, Mr. Corliss."
"Is it not? Ah. But the young lady's breasts--I say--would probably quiver most
alluringly, even as they thrust tautly outwards and upwards, with the strain of
the lady's position."
"That is probably the case, sir."
"And the lady's legs--"
"Oh, sir--"
"You pale, Miss Allistair."
"I--I am sorry."
"Not at all. What did I say that elicited such charming reactions? Was it the
thought of our--ah--hypothetical young lady's legs?"
"I--I think it was, Mr. Corliss."
"Ah. Do you think of them, as I do, twitching and shaking so that the thighs
ripple delightfully, wishing, aching, to kick and flail in wild abandon--but
constrained, held in restraint by the fact that such action would only add to
all that pain, all that agony and horror?"
"I--I do."
"Can you hear, as I can, Miss Allistair, the terror-filled, stifled groans and
choking gasps and pain-elicited, rattling moans that issue from around the
mouth-stopping gag?"
"I can, Mr. Corliss. Most plainly I can."
"Ah. And is that why, Miss Allistair, is that why you tremble as you sit across
from me? Is that why you cannot raise your eyes to look into mine? Is it, Miss
Allistair?"
"It is, Mr. Corliss."
"It is--memory."
"It is."
"Of participation in such a happening."
"Yes, sir."
"As the victim."
"That is correct, Mr. Corliss."
"And so, of course, you know first hand just what a woman will do for a man
after being in that position."
"I do."
"Say it again, Miss Allistair--if you please."
"Anything. Anything, Mr. Corliss. Anything at all. Without stint, without limit,
without regard to dignity or selfhood. I know. And I am with you because of it."
"Ah. And you will, if I desire it, accompany me to my apartment."
"I will."
"And what will you do that I might enjoy, Miss Allistair?"
"The gentleman who has brought me to you has taught me many ways to satisfy the
normally sadistic wants of a man."
"That education has been, I trust, painful."
"Most painful."
"Ah. And what ways will you employ?"
"That, sir, is up to you. If you commanded me to stand up, right now, in the
midst of this crowded room, and strip off all my clothing, baring my striped
body to the world--I would do so."
"And if I wish you to go down under this table and take into your beautiful
mouth that staff which this conversation has made so stiff--"
"Do you wish it, Mr. Corliss?"
"I do."
"I go."
"First think on going to my apartment, and pull out your hair pins, Miss
Allistair. Now."
