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his steady gaze seizes a sheet form the bed and jerks it toward her in an effort to drape her naked body.

Something in the eyes of the man standing before her acquaints her with the desperate nature of her circumstances, and of the futility of words. She darts across the room, beats the wall with her fists, screaming:

"Help! Help! Help!"

Chapter V

Up to this moment he had simply stood looking at her, and even now, as she beats upon the wall with her fists and desperately calls for succor, he makes no effort to silence her. . When, breathless and exhausted, the first furor of her efforts to secure the protection which would never come had died down, he said:

"Calm yourself my little beauty. There is no use yelling. Nobody can hear you. This room was fixed especially for noisy little girls."

Eva stares at him wide eyed with terror, and he continues:

"It isn't going to hurt! Be nice, and I'll make you a pretty little present! Look . . . and thinking to awaken her cupidity, he withdraws a roll of currency from his pocket. But ah, not all the money in the world would have impressed Eva in this moment. Trembling like a frightened dove in a trapper's hands, she thinks of nothing but the security of her little room in Paris. She stares at him uncomprehendingly, and again raises her arms to beat upon the wall.

"Come! Come!" exclaims the man, nbw beginning to show annoyance, and at the same mo-

ment he lunges toward her.

Eva shrieks, slips from his grasp, and starts toward the other side of the room. The covering she had draped around her body trails on the floor about her feet. She steps on it in her flight, trips, and falls on her hands and knees. In the confusion, the treacherous folds fall open, revealing her round' white thighs, and naked bottom. Galvanized to action by the sight, her persecutor moves swiftly and before she can get to her feet, lifts her, kicking, struggling and screaming, in his arms. Carrying her across the room he sits down on the edge of the bed, and holding her on his knees, strips the sheet from her clasp and throws it aside.

"Now, little wild cat, kick and squeal till you get tired !"

Eva's frantic efforts to liberate herself from his clutch avail her nothing; he subjects her as easily as though she were a babe in arms. Nevertheless, she continues to struggle until her strength is exhausted. Finally, she relaxes. Her eyes close, and from beneath their lashes, big tears emerge, and trickle slowly down over her cheeks.

"Now you're coming to your senses. There is no use fighting. You'll like it after you've had it once I"

Gloatingly, he passes a hand over her firm little breasts, and down over the smooth surface of her stomach and thighs. Eva remains motionless in his arms, apparently in a state of apathetic surrender. But suddenly she becomes aware of a profane hand insinuating itself between her legs. Again she comes to life, and with renewed energy endeavors to defend the sanctity of this most intimate part of her body. A homeless effort, for the man, his passions aroused by the sight and contact of her naked body rudely restrains her, and imprisoning her two wrists in one hand, forces his knee between her legs to separate them. Having accomplished this, he places his free hand squarely over her cunt.

Eva lies in his arms, rigid, frozen, her eyes wide and staring. The hand of her tormentor begins to move back and forth. He is rubbing and squeezing her genitals-genitals which never before had known the contact of a male hand. And now, a coarse finger in inserted between the scarlet folds. After a momentary exploration it is withdrawn. A smile of satisfaction crosses his face. The madame has not deceived him. The entrance to Eva's vagina is sealed so tightly that scarcely his finger tip can be introduced within the tiny aperture.

The man-tiger is mentally licking his chops in anticipate of the feast he is about to enjoy. He lays her upon the bed, and begins to divest

himself of his clothing. Coat and vest are laid aside, shoes are unfastened, and removed. He strips off his shirt, trousers, underwear. His hairy formidable body is now in complete nudity. An enormous cock, foreskin draws back, and head exposed, projects in rigid, menacing erection.

Eva, unwinking, pertified, her face a frozen mask of terror, seems to see without comprehending. He advances toward the bed. She recoils to his touch and throws herself to the opposite side of the bed, moaning:

"No! No! No!"

He seizes her in his arms. There is a confusion of kicking legs and naked forms. Eva is making a last and final effort to save herself from the ignominious violation.

Her strength is not equal to the task. In a last gesture to protect her sexual flower from the enemy, she manages to twist about under her assailant, and lies upon her stomach, face down, legs tightly locked together. The man, aroused to a fury of lubricity by her desperate resistance, mercilessly pulls her legs apart, and places himself on his knees between them. The last defenses are going down. He slips his hand under her abdomen, lifting her so that her bottom is projected upward. Eva clutches at the iron frame of the bed, then, as her grasp is torn

away, at the mattress, the coverings . . . but her strength is gone. Her body yields. Her face is buried in the bed coverings, but her hips, supported by the arm under them are elevated in the air and between the cheeks of her bottom something hard, rigid and hot in prodding, searching … he is going to put it in her from behind, dog fashion.

He lifts her bottom a bit higher and presses his hairy legs closer to the white flesh. The hand under her stomach is feeling and groping. He is endeavoring to place the head of his cock in the stragetic spot.

"No! No! No!"

"Oh! You're hurting me!"

"Oh, don't! Please don't!"

And her exclamations rise to a shriek of anguish, indicated on the screen in script, beginning with small letters, which increase in size, terminating in immense figures which cover half the screen.

He has found the entrance and has forced the lock. Withdrawing the arm which has previously supported her he clutches her by the hips with both hands. With the shrieking girl now impaled, he begins the motions of copulation. His thighs recede from her bottom, and several inches of his cock are visible. He shoves it back in again pulling her bottom toward him

a,t the same time forcing her to reciprocate his movements. And so, alternately pulling and pushing at the girl's bottom, he consumates the violation. At the conclusion we see him straining and puffing as he brutally forces the instrument of torture entirely wthin Eva's tender flesh. She hangs limp and motionless in his grasp, and when he releases her after the final culminating trusts she sinks N back unconscious upon the bed, and the screen is darkened.

The spectators, impressed by the terrible realism of the representation, whisper hushed commentaries. The cheer is again illuminated, and before us, bowing and smiling, we see Eva, the madame, the villian, and the false theatrical agent. They disappear one by one, leaving Eva until the last. Smiling, she raises h^r dress waist high. There are no undergarments to obstruct the view. With her dress elevated fan-wise on either side of her, she undulates her hips with circular, rolling movements, projecting her genitals outward voluptuously. Then she drops her skirt, kisses her fingers to us daintily, and disappears.

We arose to take our departure, and as we did so, the Russian girl whispered: "Come and see me tomorrow afternoon!" and at the same time a diminutive card inscribed with

her name and address was slipped into my fingers.

I went.

And as a result of this visit, an invitation was extended to me to pass the fortnight as a guest in the beautiful little villa overlooking the river Seine, occupied by Irma, the Russian girl.

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