MRS. VANDERBILT
By V.P. Viddler
"Just how badly do you want that, Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"I think you know."
"I understand you want it very badly. But just how badly?"
"Just as badly as you think, Mr. Pym."
"And just how far would you go to obtain it, Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"At this point, Mr. Pym, I can conceive of no limit."
"Is that right? No limit at all?"
"No, Mr. Pym. None at all."
"That's certainly fascinating. As you know, I do have certain connections."
"Which is why I am here."
"Yes. But I incur many risks, as you know; and I must ask for compensation that
can be thought of as--extraordinary."
"I understand."
"Do you, Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"I think that I do. But, Mr. Pym, why don't you tell me just what it is that you
have in mind?"
"I think you know that."
"Do I?"
"You are a most attractive woman, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
"Thank you."
"I have long admired your beauty. And your, shall I say, voluptuousness. May I
say that?"
"You have said it, Mr. Pym."
"I will say it again. I have long admired your body, Mrs. Vanderbilt. Your
intriguing, sensuous, and so provocative body."
"I see."
"Admired it, and desired it."
"I see."
"I may say plainly, lusted for it. I think I am making myself plain, am I not,
Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"Pellucid, Mr. Pym. And so I am to understand that the price I shall pay for
obtaining that which I so wish for is to allow you to possess this body of which
you speak so highly."
"Ah, Mrs. Vanderbilt, your way of putting things is always so elegant. So
gracious. So--if I may use your own delicious word--pellucid. So like yourself."
"Thank you, Mr. Pym. But I am afraid I cannot return that compliment. But allow
me to speak plainly. I do, as you know, badly want what I want. And, Mr. Pym, if
that is the only way I may obtain it, I will submit. If my body is what you
want, I will give it to you. Acquaint me with the time and place at which this
consummation is to take place, and I shall appear. And I will submit to you.
Will that be satisfactory?"
"Ah, Mrs. Vanderbilt. It affords me untold pleasure to hear you say those words.
But alas, I must say no. No, Mrs. Vanderbilt. That is not satisfactory."
"Is it not? I am afraid I must have misunderstood you, sir."
"No, you did not. Simply, you have not understood me far enough. I must say to
you, Mrs. Vanderbilt, that although I do badly wish to possess that body, and
indeed will not rest calmly until I do--that is not all that I want from you."
"Is it not?"
"It is not. I will explain. You see, Mrs. Vanderbilt, what attracts my lust is
not only, not exclusively, that fine aristocratic body, that fine aristocratic
face. It is that very elegance of which I spoke a moment ago. It is you, it is
the very essence of you, Mrs. Vanderbilt. Elegance. Graciousness. Aristocracy.
Hauteur, if you will. Yes. Hauteur. Pride. If I may say, snobbishness? It is
that quality, dear Mrs. Vanderbilt, which attracts my lusts and my desires. For
it is that quality which I wish to destroy."
"Destroy?"
"Destroy, Mrs. Vanderbilt. Abolish. Banish. Crush. Smash. Grind into the dust."
"Please, Mr. Pym. And you are saying--"
"I am saying, madam, that the price I will extract from you is not simply the
use of that splendid body. Though use it I certainly will. What I will demand of
you, madam, is submission."
"Submission?"
"Submission. Absolute, thorough, complete, utter submission. Unquestioning,
uncomplaining, instant, unalloyed and unending submission. To my will. To my
whim. To my every wish and thought and command. Am I making myself clear,
madam?"
"I must say I think you are, Mr. Pym. I had not--I do not--I take it you--you
wish to--in some manner--degrade me. Is that it?"
"Oh, not in some manner, Mrs. Vanderbilt. But in every manner. In any manner I
so wish. I do indeed wish to degrade you, as you put it. I wish to have you in
my power. Utterly. I wish to, as I say, destroy that aristocratic and haughty
air of superiority, and to humble you before me. To look upon you as my slave.
My property. My plaything. That is what I want, Mrs. Vanderbilt. That is what I
must have if you wish my aid in obtaining your goal."
"I hardly--I hardly know what to say--I--"
"A simple yes will be sufficient, madam."
"I don't--but this is monstrous! Insane!"
"As you wish, madam."
"And for how long, Mr. Pym, would you wish this--situation to obtain?"
"For as longas I say so, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
"That is outrageous!"
"Probably. That is my demand. You may take it or leave it."
"I will go."
"As you wish."
"This cannot be."
"As you wish."
"Is there nothing--"
"Nothing."
"I want it. I do want it. I must have it. I will do anything, anything to obtain
it. But--but this--But you cannot-- you must stipulate a limit. I cannot agree
to this indefinitely. I cannot."
"All right. I will concede that much. I will say a month."
"A month!"
"A month. That is all. Decide."
"I--I must know--first--I must know just what it is that you will--that I
must--"
"You will crawl on your knees. You will strip for me and ask me to take your
body. You will kiss my feet and lick my floor and you will submit your breasts
and your vagina and your anus and your thighs to my commands. And you will do
that for my friends also."
"Not that! Oh please not that!"
"I want you crawling, crying, screaming."
"I will I will I will... Do you mean to hurt me?"
"Ah. Do I intend to give you pain? To sit and gloat upon that slavish nude body
bound and spread, watching you squirming and relishing your screams of agony? Is
that what you are asking, Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"I suppose it is."
"But of course I am."
"And of course I cannot dissuade you; for anything I may put forth in the way of
temptation, any activity I may agree to submit to, even to cooperate with, any
unusual variation or original position I may offer as a diversion, you will put
into use as you like, in any case, and still have no compunction as to giving me
pain as you wish."
"You put it truly, madam."
"And is there nothing I can voluntarily submit to, no test or obstacle I may
substitute to avoid that?"
"Nothing."
"Ah."
"And now, Mrs. Vanderbilt, would you stand up, please?"
"Ah. You are going to ask me to strip for you, is that it?"
"No, madam."
"No?"
"No. I am going to COMMAND you to strip for me."
"I see."
"Good. Stand up."
"You said nothing about my mouth."
"What was that?"
"I said, Mr. Pym, you said nothing about my mouth. You said that I was to submit
my breasts to your commands--and to those of your friends--and my vagina, and my
anus, and my thighs. But you did not mention my mouth at all. Is it that you do
not want my mouth?"
"If this is a distraction, madam, it is a foolish one. I may have overlooked
your lovely mouth in my list, but I can assure you that I will make use of it.
You may count on that. And, Mrs. Vanderbilt, if you do not stand up this minute
so that I may watch you strip yourself naked in front of me, I will make use of
it right now. You will find yourself still fully dressed, if that is how you
want it, but on your knees, with my cock far down that aristocratic throat,
filling that mouth, distorting those luscious lips, as you lick and tongue and
kiss and suck on my tool, which will soon spit its gism into that round mouth
you speak of so lightly, and I will watch as you swallow every drop of it--that
which I do not spurt upon your lovely aristocratic slut's face. Now, which shall
it be, madam?"
"Your rough talking is affecting me, sir."
"Oh? By god, I think it is! I can see your nipples, Mrs. Vanderbilt. Poking
right out against that dress. And I think you're almost panting. Why is that?"
"It is not voluntary, I assure you. But what you say is arousing, I must admit."
"About having my prick in your mouth? With my hand in your fine dark hair,
holding your head in my lap, forcing you to suck me, not allowing you to move,
holding you still as I erupt down your throat and across your crying face?"
"Oh. I will strip for you, sir. I will do it now."
"Wait."
"What?"
"Sit still. Do it slowly. Pull that skirt up. Slowly. Wait. Ask me first."
"What?"
"Ask me if you may."
"Oh. May I--sir--please--may I pull up my skirt for you?"
"Why?"
"To--to show you my legs, sir. To expose my thighs for you."
"Do it. Good. Oh, such legs. Such fabulous thighs. More. Higher. Pull it up all
the way around your waist. Ah, what thighs! I want them around my body, holding
me as I fuck you, Mrs. Vanderbilt. I want them spread out and stretched taut,
quivering with pain as I hurt them. I want them kicking wildly, flailing in
agony as you hang by your wrists and I lay my whip acorss your body, as my
friends look on."
"Oh, sir."
"Ask me, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
"May I crawl to you, sir, and put my mouth on your manly tool?"
"You are a slut, madam."
"I am a slut, sir, if you say so."
"I do. You are a whore."
"I am a whore. You said you would wish to have me as a slave, as property, as
plaything. I am yours. Command me."
"I want you naked, on hands and knees, crouching over my body and sucking avidly
at my cock."
"I will. I will."
"And I want your husband to watch."
"What? Oh no. Not that! Not my husband! Please! Not him. Anyone else. I will do
it for anyone you wish, but not him. Please! Please no please!"
"Call him."
"I beg you, I implore you, I bessech you, I will do anything--"
"If your husband witnesses that, do you think he will want to whip you?"
"I do."
"That is a thought, is it not? Your fabulous body bound tight, taut, straining,
your husband whipping you as I fuck you. And then changing places, I whipping
you, your husband fucking. And then to get us hard again, both of us whipping
you, he in back, I in front; and then both fucking you in the same position. And
we must call in a third participant to make use of your mouth simultaneously."
"Do it. Do it. I want it. I will do anything you say. I will crawl. I want to be
a toy for all of you."
"Call him."
"But I shall not obtain what I want so badly."
"No, Mrs. Vanderbilt. You will not."
"I don't care. I am nothing now."
"Call him."
"Shall I call him in the nude?"
"No. I want to whip your clothing off you."
"Ah. All right. May I crawl to your telephone?"
"On your stomach."
"Ah. Watch me. Watch me crawling."
"Has your husband heard you scream?"
"No."
"Too bad. He will."
"I know."
"I will make you scream, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
"I want to scream. I want to scream for you. I want you to hear my pain."
"You will beg. You will plead with me to stop hurting you."
"If I do, you will not."
"That is right."
"I will scream for anyone you wish. I will scream for all the men in the world.
I will scream until I can make no sound. My body will twist and writhe and flail
and you will all take me, possess me as I sob helplessly, hurt my thighs,
destroy my breasts, burn my nipples, and I will be a howling babbling spasming
naked thing slut whore..."
