5
Collins had seated himself in a chrome and leather chair, the whip on
the floor by his side. He was stroking his cock with unhurried precision,
feasting his eyes on the dangling, tortured body and his ears on the agonized
sound of her labored, uneven breathing, and remembering...
She had reacted well to the gun. She had spirit, no doubt about
it--that's why breaking her was so enjoyable. She had paled, but composed
herself almost immediately and looked at him steadily, a kind of challenge in
her eyes.
"What are you going to do?" she said contemptuously. "Shoot me?"
"Only if necessary, Miss Gordon," Collins replied. "I'm sure it will not
be. You are a highly intelligent young lady, and I know you would not force me
to such a regrettable action. The Council would be disappointed too. They want
you alive. But if I must..."
"My editor knows I'm here. Other people too."
Collins smiled. "Of course." He pushed a buttton on the intercom on his
desk. "Derek, come in please." He leaned back in his chair. "For your
information, we have prepared a letter from you to your editor explaining what a
terrible mistake you made in writing that article--how all your information
turned out to be false, etcetera, etcetera. Also that you feel so upset about
this enormous error that you feel you have to go away for a while, and are
taking an indefinite leave of absence. The signature looks quite genuine, I
assure you."
"You can't think you can--"
"It's not ideal, of course, and again, we won't use it unless we have
to. We intend to have you tell him these things personally. But--"
There was a knock on the door. Collins pressed another button, a buzzer
sounded, and a small man slipped into the room, shutting the door quickly behind
him. He was a meek-looking middle-aged man with greying hair and wire-rimmed
glasses behind which his eyes peered with a quick furtiveness.
"You called me, Mr. Collins?"
"Yes, Derek. Tell me, did you see Miss Gordon arrive here this
afternoon?"
"Yes, sir. She had an appointment with you for two o'clock, and she
arrived promptly."
"Did you see her leave?"
"Yes sir; she left about fifteen minutes ago. She looked a bit
despondent, I thought."
The girl was staring at the small man. Collins smiled. "Derek is my most
loyal assistant," he said. "I can trust him absolutely. So, you see..." He
shrugged eloquently.
"I can't believe this," the girl said slowly. In a kind of a daze, she
returned to her chair and started to sit.
"Please don't sit down yet, Miss Gordon," Collins said, in a voice so
suddenly sharp that it kept her on her feet. He resumed his normal tone. "You
see, in return for Derek's loyalty and trustworthiness, I occasionally give him
a small bonus--over and above his considerable salary--in the form of little
favors which I know he will appreciate." He paused. "I have promised him one
concerning you." Again he paused, a bit longer this time. His eyes glittered and
he watched her face closely as he spoke again.
"I told him he could see you naked," he said.
