Chapter Eight
Orgies, Interrogation and Other Vile Acts
The evening was like many others in the general’s house. After serving a meal to her master and several of his cigar smoking friends, accompanied by plenty of fondling hands, Regina heard General Marsh bark off the order she’d been dreading.
“Front and center, No. 3!” His voice rang out and snapped her to attention. She knew to immediately take her place in the open area of the room. In his drawing room, this would be before the fireplace; in the dungeon of the house, there was a platform on which she would stand; and in the dining room, where she was now, there was the area to the general’s left between the kitchen and the mahogany dining table, where she was expected to present herself.
The general had dressed her in a garter be
