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The Whip of the Stryker
no publisher shown
possibly Star Distributors
ca. 1976

digital replica

This anonymous booklet mixes comic art panels with pages of text. Both ink renderings and breezy narrative have a light tone, spiced with vulgar vernacular, brutality and blood.

Most illustrations include dialogue balloons and tableaux that align with the text. To present characters as large as possible, some balloons were re-located.

The story involves a bizarre household consisting of a single-minded sadist and cheerful masochists. Madame Marlene likes to whip maid Pamela, who seems to enjoy it and the Sapphic feast that follows.

A compensated professional, Stryker whips husband Randy during house calls. When Madame learns of her spouse's appetite for pain, she challenges Stryker for dominance.

. . . the Stryker brought his powerful arm back and whipped Randolph across the chest, tearing his shirt off and bringing out a spurting flash of red blood.

"Why, I'll be damned — so that's what they've been doing down here together," said Marlene. "That crazy husband of mine is turned on to whips, and he never even told me about it."

"Stick it in all the way, mistress," hissed Pamela.

"Shut up, my husband's waking up now."

"Sweet shit, more, more, more!" yelled Randy, as Stryker gave him a vicious lash across the stomach.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to fuck me anymore?" asked Pamela.

"If my husband has a taste for pain, it's my duty to give it to him," said Marlene. "You can stay here and fuck yourself, if you want to."

"But madame-the Stryker is too much for you. Don't go out there, please!"
Marlene ignored her, though, and went out to seize the whip as it came up on the backstroke.

"Ill take over now, unless you care to challenge my right," she snapped, pulling the whip out of the surprised Stryker's grasp.

"Huh?"

"Are you going to let me whip my husband, or do you want to have a little contest to see who's the better flagellist.

"Get lost, honey. You're messing with the best man with a whip that ever lived. Your husband knows it, and he pays me a bundle to get his jollies from me."
"The best man? It should be interesting, then. For no woman could challenge my right to the title of best woman with a whip."

"Maybe I ought to whip it out for you, and give you what you really need," laughed Stryker.

"That will be the stakes, then-if you win. And if you lose, you're in my hands."

"Fat chance. How shall we decide it?"

"Ever see anything like these?" said Marlene, showing him a pair of heavy leather whips that ended in razor-sharp daggers. "Engaging little toys."

"Well duel with them-and to make it more interesting, let's shackle ourselves in place with these saw-toothed ankle irons." "It's your ass, honey," laughed Stryker.

"No, Madame! They'll cut right through your boots!" screamed Pamela, coming out of hiding.

"Don't be a fool, Marlene-the Stryker can flay you alive!" groaned Randy.

"Like he said, it's my ass," giggled Marlene as she clamped the cruel ankle irons on with Pamela's help and stood facing Stryker and flexing her knife-bladed whip.

"Oh, don't whip each other-hit me!" pleaded Randy.

"Shut up! Ill deal with you later," snarled Marlene.

"Maybe I'll deal with both of you," laughed Stryker. "Boy, I'm gonna get my rocks off on this . . . . "

The Stryker was an expert. Marlene didn't see it coming, but the dagger-end of the whip shot out and sliced down her leather jacket. Her big boobs bounced out, free and naked, with a little trickle of blood running between them.

"Well, Stryker — that's one strike," she said.

The Stryker smiled. Her skirt would be next-then he'd take her whip away — then he'd do a little fancy work, peeling off her boots with the knife edge-and then she'd get it right in the cunt-he'd make mincemeat out of her breasts — he'd force her to turn around and slice her ass to ribbons.

"And that's strike two!" cried Marlene, and he was horrified to find that she'd disarmed him. He struggled to reach the whip she'd torn out of his hands, but the ankle-iron wouldn't stretch far enough, and now the spikes inside it were digging through his flesh and grinding into his bones.

"Strike three!" shouted Marlene, and that stroke tore off his leather jockstrap, barely missing his erect cock. He shuddered with fright.

"Please don't. Please!" cried Stryker, noticing how she was looking at his cock and licking her lips as she flexed the whip.

The ebook contains all content in the booklet, presented in the original page sequence. Layouts of some pictures pages were revised slightly to maximize the size of characters on screens. About 40 pages, 30 illustrations.

Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted. Ink illustrations appear in the ebook with smooth edges.

All new scans. Female and male nudity.

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