The Great Petticoat Plunder

[Diana_Villiers]

Julia flinched when Whisper brought the whip down, and through the sting tried fiercely to gather her thoughts. If Whisper was right, she was much less in control of herself than she expected. On the other hand, maybe this was just another tactic of his, designed to trick her.

"Perhaps in your depraved fantasies," she said. More heat rushed to the light welt the whip had left. Julia felt as though she were on fire, through and through. "But I assure you, pleasure is the last thing from my mind at the moment."

 

[VandalHeart]

"What makes a fantasy depraved, Julia?"

*Strike*

"Is it lack of orthodoxy? The attribute of falling outside commonality?"

*Strike*

"I assure you, if you really knew what people fantasized about, you would be appaled."

*Strike*

"If you allowed yourself to realize what your fantasies were, you would most likely find yourself depraved."

*Strike*

"Is it morality? That subjective thing that has pitted so many people against each other since the dawn of time?"

*Strike*

"Morality is a foolish notion. Our beloved England found it moral to decimate entire societies of indiginous peoples in countless colonies around the world.

*Strike*

"You've heard of John Smith? Prodigious young officer, married that Native American beauty whose name escapes me? In his notes on the people he was sudying, he noted that America was the most beautiful - uninhabited - place that he had ever seen."

*Strike*

"My morality is only natural. Self preservation is one of the primary instincts of every animal."

*Strike*

"And before you even ask, yes, I am an animal."

*STRIKE*

"But so are you." With this last statement, Whisper slid his hand up Julia's slit, feeling the wet glaze there and almost smiled.

Almost.