Monsieur Georges both wanted and needed to be obeyed in every detail, without the least protest. This was simply a necessity for survival in the shady world of prostitution in which he operated.
He coldly exploited the lovely creatures that had made the mistake of listening to his promises and to dream of the rosy future that he so convincingly described to them.
Joseph Farrel, "Humiliations". Cruel Demonstration
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He needed to apply an "iron hand" to guide his charges and to maintain in them a state of mind that would best further his interests.
Marthe, a pretty, thirty year old woman, was just learning about how this "iron hand" could be applied. Divorced for a short time, she had fallen into the clutches of Monsieur Georges, who wanted her to perform acts that she, with her fine upbringing, found repulsive, sickening and horrible.
In order not to lose valuable time, he had been forced to be really brutal wilh Marthe. Having partially undressed her, he administered a thorough thrashing while constantly uttering terrifying threats. He had then dragged her into a cellar where a blood curdling spectacle had greeted her eyes.
A pretty blonde girl, who was attached to a rack that was against the wall and who was illuminated under the glare of a spotlight, let loose cries of suffering and protestation the moment that they walked through the door.
"Let me down! I can't stand it any longer! I'm in horrible pain! My breasts are being ruined! I swear I'll obey! I'll do anything you want!" the pinioned woman screamed.
"You see, Marthe" said Monsieur Georges. "This little whore put on airs and graces! She was fussy about her clients. She gave free rides, and she wouldn't go with blacks or Arabs. Well, I'm licking her into shape. She's going to have droopy, dangling tits for the rest of her life. Look at her. She's ready for anything now! Now I'll be able to put both of you into a house where you'll take on all these nice foreign gentlemen. But don't worry though, my dear Marthe. You won't have to look at them. Most of them will be ramming their cocks up your tight, little ass hole, so they'll be behind you!"
The rain of tears that his words brought on was a sure sign that the woman understood him perfectly.