She was to learn, in due time.

Marie, cowering, her eyes filled with submissive and anguished tears, began with faltering fingers to comply; stooping, revealing the delicious arch, of her supple back and her delectably rounded posterior through the gossamer sheath of her silk dress, she grasped the hem of the dress with quivering fingers and slowly raised the green dress above her stockinged thighs… her hips… her waist… a sob, choked and piteous, emerged from her… she paused, her body trembling visibly from her emotion of deep shame.

“Get the whip, Joe,” said the woman known as Madame Lil, in a calm voice.

“Non, non, Madame! I… I am obeying do not have me whipped… oh, it would be too terrible!” groaned the anguished maid and quickly she doffed her dress, let it flutter to the velvet rug which thickly and lushly carpeted the floor and stood, her head bowed, her hands clasped on her heaving bosom, a most entrancing portrait of beauty in dishabille.

Marcia, for all her terror, could not but ad.. mire the glory of Marie’s body; a white chemise silhouetted the rounded, beautifully proportioned body of the young girl, its hem ending just above her knees. One divined a fragile brassiere beneath the chemise and the shadowed outline of brief panties was visible through the pure diaphanous sheath of the chemise. The touch of the open-toed sandals, which emphasized the daintiness of her feet and allowed the calves and ankles to take their alluring poise without artificed pedestaling, was ingenuous and appealing.

Lil nodded to Joe. “She’s learned her lesson, I guess. A nice piece, eh, Joe?”

And, as Marie shrank under the lecherous appraisal of the guard, he responded, chuckling, “Yeah, I’d pay for a piece of her myself, by God! If her mistress is half as nice as she is, we ought to get a fair piece of change out of both of these sluts!”

The vain Marcia, who had considered her beauty of an especial, divinely endowed type, flushed angrily, to hear the guard deprecate her charms in comparison with Marie’s; but, as the harpy still held the gun aimed at her and Joe glowered at her menacingly, she considered discretion the better part of valor.