Free Inner Circle by Charles Arnold Page A

and protest. Roughly they pushed her back on her stomach. She felt them cuff her ankles and wrists. Then ropes were pulled through the cuffs and secured to the four bedposts leaving her face down and spread eagled on the bed.
    “Please!” Kathy cried. “I did what you wanted. Please don’t.”
    Dolan stooped down so that his face was close to hers. “Old Ruben told us you like to be whipped after you been ass fucked. Is that right?”
    “No,” Kathy couldn’t hold back the tears, “no, please...I…I’m so very tired, please untie me.”
    Bennett leaned over her. “You calling Simon Ruben a liar? You saying he told us a lie? Maybe we should phone him and find out if he lied to us.”
    Kathy visualized the rats and heard them clawing at their cage. “Oh, God! Please don’t. Don’t call him. He didn’t lie to you. I want to be whipped!”
    “Well then,” Dolan gestured to Bennett who was holding a riding crop, “see if you can lift your ass to invite the whip.” Bennett stood behind her splayed legs. The men had pulled the ropes tight making it difficult for Kathy to raise her buttocks. Straining, she managed to lift slightly.
    “Ask,” Bennett said.
    “Please whip me,” Kathy’s voice was little more than a whisper.
    Bennett counted ten strokes that stripped Kathy’s ass cheeks with red welts. Kathy grunted with each stinging stroke but realized immediately that Bennett had never used a whip before. Dolan took his place and once more demanded that she ask to be whipped.
    “Whip me, Mr. Dolan, please, whip me,” she said. When he finished, her ass was crisscrossed with the welts but she never cried out.
    “Okay,” Dolan said, handing the whip to Bennett. “That’s it, I guess.” He ran his hand over Kathy’s scarlet ass cheek. “Simon Ruben will be sending someone to pick you up in the morning.” He turned back at the doorway, “You had a long day, Mrs. Ryan. Get some rest. You got a big party coming up soon.”
    She heard the front door close and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Four
    Still tied to the bed, Kathy woke early in the morning. She lay there face down for several hours trying to drive the thought of Ruben and his degenerate friends from her mind. In her imagination she kept coming back to the rats. She tugged at the bonds but it was no use.
    Around ten o’clock she heard a car in the driveway. There was a key in the lock and, after a moment, she was surprised and dismayed to see Jane and her grinning son Willy beside her bed. Willy stroked her bare ass. “Ah, dis is fine. Wonder if I can get me some more.”
    Jane pushed him aside. “Got no time for that.” She freed Kathy’s wrists and punched some numbers on the phone. She handed the phone to Kathy, “Mr. Ruben wants to talk to you.”
    Simon’s voice was cheerful, “I trust you had a good night’s sleep. Dolan and Bennett gave me a satisfactory report. What did you enjoy most, my dear, sucking cock, taking it up the ass, or the whip?”
    “None of it. Your friends are hateful and cruel,” she said in a monotone.
    “You forget your place, Mrs. Ryan.” The anger in his voice was real. “I want a better answer, and I want to be addressed with affection.”
    Kathy paused, regaining her composure. She imagined the pig-like man on the other end of the line, his bug eyes, his heavy sagging jowls, his wet pendulous lips. “I’m sorry,” she hesitated trying to think of an affectionate word. She repeated “I’m sorry,” and forced herself to say, “honey… The whip. I liked the whip.”
    He chuckled, “I would enjoy seeing you whipped. Perhaps I’ll have Jane whip you tonight while you’re sucking me off. Would you like that? A complete answer, Mrs. Ryan.”
    She looked up into Jane’s stern face than turned her head, “Yes, I’d like it.”
    “Affection, Mrs. Ryan, you keep forgetting. And tell me exactly what you’d like and when. Speak loud enough for Jane and Willy to hear you.”
    Kathy