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The Cruel Female Trio
a novel by James Swingline
illustrated by Bill Ward
Tortura Press TP – 165
Hilbarth, Inc.
Buffalo, New York
1973

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Unlike many other Tortura Press female sadists, the trio of this title are educated, intelligent, disciplined, and clever. Recent college graduates, Eva, Judy and Iris live in a fancy townhouse, enjoying an opulent lifestyle financed by investments derived from stolen bank money.

They enjoy hurting and humiliating men and have no difficulty finding masochists who succumb to their charm and rough domination. In addition to the six resident cross-dressers who perform as house staff and sexual servants, the glamorous ladies have intimate relationships with men throughout the community.

In one chapter, Eva visits a local crime boss and sees his stooges brutalize the girlfriend of a rival to obtain essential business information. At the exclusive Ibis Club, Judy pairs off with young Connie and takes her to the dungeon room, where Connie gets a bit more punishment than she bargained for. In another locale, Judy gives pleasure to an old millionaire when she has him strip and hits him with a cane.

In boots and corset, Iris entertains the deputy mayor in her suite. Connecting with him through the business end of a leather paddle, she makes his dreams come true.

The only male who threatens their bizarre utopia is reporter Brad Cradock. He notices that the trio enjoys affluence without employment and thinks there's a story in it. After some investigation, he surmises that these beautiful women were the thieves in an unsolved bank robbery when they were in college.

But, Brad's also a masochist, and the ladies have a cunning plan to keep him from publishing his research. They orchestrate a punishment scene and take photographs of him enjoying it. They tell him that stills and motion pictures of his night of masochist pleasure will be released to the media should Brad ever be foolish enough to disclose the facts about the unsolved bank robbery.

After he disrobes, Eva reveals her costume.

He gawked at the vision of evil she made.

Eva wore lace-up leather boots of black that stretched up high, almost to the tops of her lush thighs. The heels of the boots were eight inches long, with sharp points at the tip. A smoky patch of nylon hose covered her thighs between the boot top and the high edge of the shiny black corset she wore. The corset looked as if it had been sprayed on, and it nipped in her waist dramatically.

At the top of the corset was a half-bra, with holes cut out strategically in the front, through which her rouge reddened, long and hard nipples soared nakedly. Long black leather gloves clung to her arms up to her armpits.

He could not see her face. She wore a hooded mask of black leather over her head with slits for her eyes to see through. The mask gave her the appearance of a wild she-devil.

Eva was the dynamic vision of an evil, domineering woman. And, with the hooded mask, no one could not tell who she was. Even her bright golden hair was covered by the hood of the mask.

In her gloved hand she held a white leather belt that contrasted dramatically with the rest of her bizarre black leather outfit. Brad continued to gawk at Eva, hardly able to believe his eyes. In her high-heeled boots she was now taller than he.

"Jesus," was all he could manage to say.

Eva, with a bitter laugh, flicked her wrist and the coil of the white leather whip snaked out at him. He didn't have time to dodge. He screamed in fear and pain as the coil of the lash whipped around the thrusting shaft of his naked hard-on, curling around it tightly, hurting him.

With a vicious tug of her wrist, she yanked the whip and the coils entwined around the shaft of his cock tugged painfully, making him whine in fearful pain. She pulled him forward, whip twirled around his hard-on, and he tripped awkwardly forward, stumbling.

With another smart snap of her wrist she disengaged the coil from his reddened cock. Before he could recover, Eva slashed at him again with the lash of the white leather whip, dealing a stinging blow that cut over his shoulder, hitting him with such force that he staggered sideways. . . .

She flailed at him, hitting him from the right and left, cutting him in the front and back, beating him around the room as he staggered drunkenly under the fast tempo of the brutal blows of the whip.

Now the white leather coil of the whip was soaked red with his blood. She hit him relentlessly, and he fell to the floor. She flogged his back sadistically, cutting it up to ribbons with the flailing slug of the lash of the bloody whip.

"You perverted, sick, spying son-of-a-bitch! Why should I show you mercy when you pry into others lives, making trouble for them?" she cried with hatred at him as he toppled from all-fours and began to roll helplessly on the floor beneath her as she beat him with the blood-soaked lash of the white leather whip. . . .

It's not often that an author chooses an office products brand as a pseudonym, but Swingline functions nicely as a literary disguise. The fluid text was re-set for the ebook. The prose was edited in a few places, but the original vocabulary and sentence meter was retained. About 37000 words.

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