I have always had a fascination of Pauline Réage's 'The Story of O' -- and the film(-s) -- and the Crepax Comic about it. In the following I have tried my hand in a sort of updated 'fantasy' over the same subject. I hope you will enjoy it -- and excuse errors etc. as English is not my native tongue.
You are welcome to repost, but please have the courtesy to list me as the author.
August 2018.
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Chapter one
Catherine and the sensation
"I've got a scoop!" Cat burst into the editorial office, where The Editor-In-Chief: George Smith was sitting among mountains of clippings, papers and other seemingly disorderly piles.
Georg 'lived' in this cave of an office. All the other rooms at the magazine were well lit, clean, orderly and modern, but George preferred his old-fashioned, messy office.
Jokes were that the founders of the paper had acquired the furniture -- about 100 years ago.
George liked paper. He left the Internet and the computers to his employees. He did have a very old, brownish coloured PC, but no one knew if it still worked. Usually it was hidden behind a wall of stacked paper.
Once in a while the staff in the editorial room outside his office made a bet - usually with a new apprentice or employee. To go into George's 'cave' and ask him for a specific piece of information. George would always immediately pull the relevant piece of documentation from one of the piles -- and the unfortunate person, who had betted that he could not -- would have to pay up.
George Smith was 53, slightly overweight, and was called: 'The Little Cannonball' -- although never in his presence. He was balding and had a white 'circle' of hair round the bald patch. It made him look like a satyr or Greek god.
He had been mastering the little, serious magazine for as long as anyone could remember. His walls were plastered with prizes won for 'in-depth-journalism' and 'investigative reporting'. Other media kept his paper alive by subscribing in the hope of catching a good story, and run with it.
Something that happened quite often.
They often brought controversial features and were not afraid of anything. George was a common guest in the courtroom, when a company or person had taken offence to some of the magazines revelations.
One could count the number of times they had lost a case on one hand.
All their stories were well researched and more than double-checked.
They did have a 'lower-limit' to what they would do. They left the paparazzi and sensation-hunting journalism to more colourful media.
Their force was company- and personal fraud, political hanky-panky under the radar, police corruption and similar serious stories.
Catherine had been with the magazine for almost a year. She had been at the top of her class at 'The Journalist College' and it had been easy to get the job with George in front of a long queue of applicants.
She was ambitious, but had yet to find a story, that could make her by-line a household name.
She was petite -- 1,62 cm in height on flat feet. She did have shape though. A slim waist, a pair of breasts a 'b' or small size 'c' and well-defined, relatively small, light red set of nips. A small fold -- almost non-existing under her breasts underlined their slight heaviness and framed the bottom of the orbs nicely.
When she stretched out her ribs were showing. Not in a 'to thin' way, but enough to convince her, she did not have excess fat on her body. The swimming and her permanent position on a female Underwater Rugby Team also helped her fitness and stamina.
Her bum stuck out a little, and was -- in her own opinion -- somewhat too meaty, but at least the buttocks only had the slightest fold under them. Strong legs, thin, long fingers, Auburn hair, cut just above her neck, and curly enough to frame her small face with the slightly pointed nose, the dark, brown eyes and her pretty little mouth. When she smiled or frowned, two small lines appeared on each side of her mouth, like a discrete parenthesis. Her smile revealed a set of white, well proportioned and well placed teeth.
Right now she was in a state of agitation! Notepad and pencil in her right hand and eyes wide.
George looked up and nodded at her to sit in the chair across from his desk.
A very deep sigh emanated from far down inside him as he said:
"Well. What world sensation have you sniffed out today?"
He had an excited reporter in the chair at least once a day, but rarely did it result in anything other than the reporter sliding out the door, red-faced and subdued after a short, though cross-examination by George.
Cat dumped into the chair:
"Well. You might know my boyfriend: John?"
Without waiting for a reply, she continued, now that she had the 'Master of the Universe' to herself:
"He has discovered this weird bondage society!"
George sighed again:
"That's not a story. There are so many of those so-called clubs. "The Black Society" to mention one of many!"
"...but...but...this is different. The other clubs and societies are just where people now and then play and outlive their dreams -- with consent. This is supposed to be more than that!"
"Ok. How does this group differ from the rest -- enough to make it the target of a story by us?"
"This is supposedly like 'The Story of O", which I assume you are familiar with?"
"Yes, quite!" He grunted.
She continued: " These people hold women as slaves. This is serious. The women apparently volunteer into a kind of 'O' slavery, where they relinquish all rights, and leave their body and souls to the men -- to use at their pleasure -- and the men are all from the absolute better part of society."
"Now you are getting me interested. Do you know more?"
"I know that they are very particular to go under the radar. Understandably enough as it would probably be the cause of much scandal, should their society and ways find its way to the greater public as such. Even though these are tolerant times, I am not sure such 'perversions' will be looked at positively if exposed."
"Maybe you have something there, but if they are so secretive, how do you plan to expose them?"
"Well.....John has this contact who has told him about it. He will be able to get me in under cover."
"Hmmmm...don't know about that. You'd be at risk in many ways."
"Not really. I'll apply for membership through John, will go there as a 'prospect', play the part, identify some of the interesting members and get out before it becomes serious. Then I'll confront the people I have identified in some in-depth interviews."
"You think this will work?"
"John will introduce me as his partner, and tell them that we have been dabbling with BDSM a little, so I have some experience. Of course it will all be pretence on my part, but they will not know that -- will they now?"
"I suppose not!" George looked his usual: something between a sad bulldog and a very tired monk.
