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Doberman shook his head wildly. There was something
deeply intrusive about this, and Sue didn't like it
at all. She was still willing to go ahead because it
was in a good cause but she could not bring herself
to feel comfortable. Disturbing as it was, the scene
did explain a lot about Doberman. He was in pain but
he seemed somehow to enjoy it.
The footage she already had would perhaps be enough
for blackmail but Sue felt something more would help.
She needed something that would clinch the deal, something
so embarrassing that Doberman could not possibly allow
it to get out. For any normal person, being tied to
a bed in frilly underwear, denied sex, and whipped by
a fierce wife would probably count as embarrassing but
Doberman was not normal.
So Sue stayed and forced herself to watch.
Thwack.
"What are we going to do for money now?"
Thwack.
"Answer me."
Thwack.
"Answer me."
Thwack.
For the first time the man spoke. "Stop!"
She lowered the whip a little. "I'm listening."
"I did have one idea. It's good."
"Go ahead."
He hesitated. "Let me sleep with you if you like
the plan."
She brought the whip down in a savage blow that left
him mute with pain for a few seconds. "I already
told you. No!"
He twisted against the ropes, waiting for the pain
to subside. Finally he spoke through ragged breaths.
"I ate with someone from the bank today. He wants
me to invest some funds for him."
"How much does it pay?"
"A lot."
"How can a dumb-ass little errand like that pay
a lot?"
"Well," Doberman said. He turned to look
up at her over his shoulder. "It isn't entirely
legal."
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