THE AGENT
Mademoiselle
Sacho was an agent, an agent for the widespread white slave trade in Europe
which is responsible for the disappearance of hundreds of women every
year. Unlike other agents, Mlle. Sacho
did not get her supply of human flesh from the seedier ranks of show-business
by chance abduction, or the brothels.
She ran a most respectable boutique in Paris, catering for a middle to
upper-class clientele, and the international police never so much as suspected
her of being involved or indeed instrumental in the removal of women to ports
east of Suez.
She was
selective to the point of supplying goods to order. She did not touch the demand for cheap
inmates of disease-ridden brothels in Arabia, but specialised in obliging a few
customers with quality goods.
Her
hunting ground was her boutique. Under
the perfect disguise of selling ladies' lingerie it was child's play to make
her unsuspecting victims strip naked while she recorded their figures by a
hidden camera and noted down their statistics as well as addresses. Dozens of women came 'on the market' in this
way every week. Clever, casual questions
from Mademoiselle would reveal vital details of age, relatives, where the
victim could be found etc., and under the pretext of pulling down a corset or
adjusting a brassiere, the texture and firmness of soft flesh could be
ascertained quite easily.
Mlle.
Sacho would issue a dossier on perhaps four or five selected women every week,
complete with photographs. These
documents would soon be in the hands of selected clients and middlemen. More often than not, however, Mlle. Sacho
would be engaged in finding merchandise 'to order' which she found a much more
rewarding business.
Wealthy
clients would often specify their requirements to suit their particular taste,
and pay well for her efforts. In rare
cases she would be asked to arrange for the disappearance of a person which her
client, for one reason or another, wished to have delivered. This was a tricky business however, and it
was often impossible to find a suitable and safe opportunity to abduct the
victim, especially if she was well-known.
Mlle.
Sacho would check her books at the end of the week, pay her two young
assistants, and then retire to a back room to look after her other
'business'. Contact men would then call
either with requests or for details of victims to be collected during the
following week.
To
arrange for a disappearance was a skilled job. First the victim had to be
studied carefully to find out her movements.
If no suitable point for the abduction could be found, then the victim
would be made unconscious immediately by using a cloth soaked in ether, then
she would be bundled into a car, tied and gagged, and transported to a small
airport or a waiting boat. Within a few
hours the victim would be out of France, never to return.
If a
client, as in a recent case, wanted a slim girl with disproportionately large
breasts, Mademoiselle would soon be able to oblige by checking through her
brassiere sales records. The girl would
be contacted, abducted and delivered trussed up like a chicken to the delight
of the customer.
What
her customers wanted her victims for did not worry Mlle. Sacho, although she
had often seen their plight during visits to old clients - naked women kept in
chains in cellars waiting for their master to abuse their bodies in a thousand
degrading and painful ways.
Two of
her most recent sales were a Mrs Hart and her young eighteen year old daughter,
Susan. Both were her clients in the
underwear department, and as soon as a certain Madame Cruel had ordered two
additional pony slaves of excellent physique, Mademoiselle had at once taken
steps to remove Mrs Hart and her daughter from the Paris scene.
This is
where our story begins.
CAPTURED
Mrs
Hart and Susan had been captured and whisked away from the streets of Paris and
secretly sent to Madam Cruel's slave farm on a small island in the
Pacific. When the women woke up from
their sedation they found themselves in an underground cell in Madam Cruel's
castle. Shortly afterwards the cell door
opened and a huge Negro beckoned the two women into a large hall where their
new Mistress and another Negro attendant were waiting.
Mrs
Hart was on the point of protesting, but Madam Cruel cut in:
"Let
me explain that you and your daughter have been brought here at my
command. My agents in France have
removed you from society at great expense and considerable risk. You will both be presumed dead by now,
accidental drowning. In fact you are
here for my pleasure and profit and will shortly become my obedient slaves. Before I explain any further we had better
dress you in the basic uniform of a slave."
The
Negro brought some lengths of gleaming chain which he dropped with a clatter on
the floor in front of the two women.
"My
slaves serve me totally naked at all times," continued Madam Cruel. "We will begin with you Mrs Hart. You will undress completely keeping only your
high-heeled shoes on. You can choose
between being undressed by my negro servants, or by
obeying me yourself."
Mrs
Hart and her daughter did not believe their ears. This was impossible, but as one of the
Negroes approached, Mrs Hart decided quickly to start undressing in the hope of
saving her daughter from a similar fate.
The buxom woman unzipped her expensive dress and stepped out of it.
"Now
your petticoat," snapped Madame Cruel, and Mrs Hart obeyed revealing a
pair of tight black briefs and a forty-two inch 'C' cup brassiere, the latter
straining under the volume and weight of the full creamy globes of her mature
breasts.
Madame
Cruel had picked up a wicked looking horsewhip from the table behind her. As Mrs Hart hesitated, she cracked the whip
viciously in the air; "Now the brassiere" and Mrs Hart released her
breasts, large, well-shaped and slightly drooping because of their mature
weight. Crowning each breast was a
surprisingly large amount of almost black nipple, semi-erect with the woman's
anxiety.
Madame
Cruel pointed to the briefs, and Mrs Hart bent to remove them, but she could
not reveal herself in front of the two leering Negroes - she almost
straightened up again in defiance, when Madame brought the whip down on her
naked back. The hard leather bit like
fire, and Mrs Hart screamed in pain, trying to clutch her hurt back. "Remove those briefs at once or you will
be undressed by the Negroes and receive twelve lashes for your
disobedience," snapped Madame Cruel.
Mrs
Hart sobbed and tore down her pants, revealing the thick black hairs which
covered the pouting mound of Venus between her well-shaped thighs. The stockings quickly followed and she was
utterly naked.
"Now
for your symbols of slavery," said Madame.
"Put your hands behind your back."