The Phantom of the Roxy (ebook)
written and illustrated by Brian Tarsis
He sees everything. He hears everything. And he knows the secret, dark desires that you try to hide, even from yourself! The Roxy theater is his domain, and when he chooses beautiful young actress Jessica to be his slave, there is nowhere she can escape his clutches!
Again and again he reaches out from the shadows, snatching poor Jessica and dragging her, kicking and struggling, deep into the warren of secret passages and chambers behind the walls of the ancient theater. There, she is taught terrible lessons beneath the Whisperer’s singing whip. At the hands of her mysterious master, she learns just how fine the line is between torment and ecstasy, terror and desire, mastery and madness.
Somehow, the madman can see into her soul, and he knows her secret desire for punishment and submission, even though she cannot face it herself. Only when she is driven to screaming, sobbing desperation can she overcome her own shame and experience the soaring bliss of submission her spirit craves, but the Whisperer demands more... He will not rest until she comes to him and submits willingly, and that is the one thing she can never do!
This dark, thrilling tale of madness and reluctant desire is augmented by 30 lush illustrations that bring the action to life. Like Jessica, you will be seduced... by the darkness in your own soul!
Sample Illustrations
Below is a brief excerpt from the story.
It was the Whisperer’s summons. He had told her he would call her. He expected her to go through that doorway voluntarily, offer herself to him so he could humiliate her and torture her and rape her. She had been expecting and dreading this moment for three days, wondering what she would do, and now the moment was here.
She couldn’t do it! Sudden fear overwhelmed her, and she bolted past the open door and ran down the shadowed hall.
She didn’t get far. Suddenly another door was flung open before her, this one swinging outward and partially blocking the hallway. She slowed and tried to veer around it, but a huge dark shape appeared in the open doorway and seized her in an iron grip. She cried out, but she knew there was no one to call to for help, and so did the Whisperer. He didn’t even try to cover her mouth this time, but simply dragged her through the doorway, closing the door behind them.
Jessica was in darkness. Once again she felt the helplessness come over her as she realized she was totally under the Whisperer’s power. Her terrifying master had once again taken charge. From now until he was finished with her, every decision would be his, and she wouldn’t be responsible for anything she did or felt. A strange sense of relief washed over her with that realization.
A gloved hand tangled in her hair, grasping a handful of it and dragging her head back painfully, then forcing her down to her knees. Fingers fumbled for a moment at her waist, and then her tight jeans loosened, were abruptly yanked down almost to her knees. Her panties followed a moment later, and she felt cool air touch her naked pussy. She gasped sharply, but didn’t try to fight. Her head was yanked back even farther, making her arch her back so far that she was leaning backward, supported only by the Whisperer’s grip on her hair.
Lift your arms over your head,” he hissed, and there was a strong note of anger in his voice.
She obeyed instantly, and a powerful hand gripped the bottom edge of her halter top and yanked it upward, over her head and away. She felt her breasts bounce free, naked in the darkness. The hand in her hair suddenly threw her forward, releasing her, and she was forced to catch herself with her hands. She was now on her hands and knees, all but naked, her bare bottom in the air. Something struck her soft bottomcheeks with a sharp crack, the impact almost knocking her off balance, the sting making her cry out.
Crawl!” commanded her master, and she obediently began to shuffle forward.
The floor was rough wooden planks beneath her hands and knees, and the air had the musty smell of a room long unused. Ahead she could now make out the dim outline of a doorway, and she steered for it instinctively. The next room was only barely lit by thin shafts of light that leaked in through cracks in the ceiling, revealing heaps of abandoned clutter, stage props that hadn’t been used in years.
Right,” hissed the voice of her unseen master, followed by another agonizing crack to her naked bottom. She crawled to the right, circling around stacks of boxes, and found another door. It opened before her, though she didn’t see the Whisperer open it, and she crawled through. A short, narrow passage, two more turns and another door, and she found herself entering a room she recognized. It was the high-ceilinged, irregularly-shaped chamber he had brought her to the first time he’d taken her, though they’d just entered by a different door. It was still lit by candelabra and a scattering of candles, the central posts supporting the heavy crossbeam from which hung the two chains he had strapped her to the first time he’d whipped her.
Left,” he commanded, and as each previous command had been, it was followed by another blow to her upturned bottom. She found herself crawling toward a straight-backed wooden chair. Mounted in the center of the seat was a carved wooden phallus, not nearly as large as the one in the Whisperer’s pants, but still uncomfortably big. Jessica stared at it as she approached the chair, knowing she would soon be sitting on it and wondering how it would feel inside her.
Arms up on the chair,” came the command when she’d reached the thing, and she obediently placed her arms on the seat of the chair, the obscene vertical dildo inches from her face. Lick it,” whispered her master. Make it nice and wet with your mouth, so it will go in easily.”
Jessica stared at the wooden phallus, which had been carved into a detailed likeness of a real cock, then stained and varnished to match the chair. Again something cracked painfully across her bare ass, making her yelp, and she glanced back for the first time at her tormentor.
The Whisperer stood threateningly behind her, shrouded as usual in a hat and cloak, this time of burgundy, face hidden as always but for his fierce dark eyes. In his hand he held a thick leather strap with a wooden handle, which he was raising for another blow.
Obey me, little cock-slut,” he hissed, bringing the strap down harder than before, the blow making Jessica shriek in pain. She quickly turned back to the wooden dildo and began licking its hard, carved planes and curves, but the strap continued to fall on her burning bottom. The Whisperer strapped her long and hard while she laved the obscene dildo with her tongue, turning her round, bouncing bottom into a throbbing blaze of agony. At last he stopped.
Now, Jessica,” he hissed, “get up and sit on the shaft!” She didn’t move for a long, frozen moment. Obey me!” he commanded, the edge of anger returning to his whispering voice, and the strap struck her bottom harder than ever, reminding her that she had no choice.
Hesitantly, shakily, Jessica rose to her feet. Her jeans still tangled around her knees, she turned awkwardly and faced her master, who was removing his hat and cloak. The chair was behind her. She had been ordered to sit in it, and reluctantly she positioned herself. Despite the strapping and the submissive feelings coursing through her, this was hard for her to do. At her master’s command, she was expected to voluntarily impale herself on a wooden dildo! She was being forced to participate in her own defilement, and this renewed the inner battle that raged within her. She clutched the chair’s back with both hands, blushing deeply and hiding her face behind her hair as she slowly lowered herself into the chair.
It was so hard to make herself do this, and yet what choice did she have? It was a command from her master, who would only punish her and put her in the chair by force if she disobeyed. The wooden cock touched her trembling labia, then slipped easily between them. It was wet with her own saliva, but not nearly as wet as her pussy had become! Slowly, hesitantly, wincing as she did so, Jessica lowered herself onto the dildo, letting it stretch her tight passage and fill her body with its hard, unyielding wooden bulk. Inch by slow, reluctant inch, she eased herself down onto it, feeling it sliding deeper and deeper into her, the penetration draining the strength from her legs. At last her sore bottom cheeks settled onto the hard wooden seat, the thick shaft completely buried in her soft, wet pussy. She sighed in relief that the ordeal was done.
Then the Whisperer came toward her with a long length of rope in his hands, and she realized that she was wrong… her ordeal was only beginning!
With rough efficiency he lashed her body tightly into the chair, pinning her arms at her sides at the same time. He removed her jeans, panties, shoes and socks, and bound her legs and ankles to the front legs of the chair, which spread her thighs wide. In minutes she was utterly immobile, the wooden invader locked irrevocably in place inside her.
She watched him pluck a whip from the wall with wide eyes, feeling her helplessness with renewed intensity. It was a heavy black whip, with a mass of leather lashes about a foot long attached to a short, thick handle. He stalked back to her, his eyes flashing.
I gave you the opportunity to come to me willingly,” he whispered as he grasped the chair back and tipped the chair backward. Holding it balanced on its back legs, he glared down at Jessica’s frightened face. You could have shown me your willingness to submit. You could have demonstrated that you have the courage to accept the darkness within you. You did not.”
With that he brought the whip down hard across her naked breasts. They flattened beneath the impact, then bounced and jiggled as the whip rebounded away. Jessica shrieked at the stinging pain.
Now you will accept the punishment for your cowardice!” he hissed, bringing the whip down again.
Jessica squealed and cried without restraint, struggling desperately but vainly against the ropes that bound her. The whip came down again and again, striking first one side and then the other, quickly turning her breasts bright crimson in the soft candlelight. Despite her horror and the agony of the punishment, she couldn’t help watching her tortured breasts as they bounced and bobbled under the heavy blows. The Whisperer kept her chair tipped back with his left hand, holding it easily, though to her it felt precariously balanced. She was uncomfortably aware of the solid wooden dildo deep inside her, for it made its presence known to her each time she squirmed her body beneath the lash. The blows fell steadily, punishingly hard. Her tender breasts leapt and wobbled under the onslaught, each one a ball of blazing pain.
At last he stopped whipping her breasts and allowed the chair to settle forward onto all four legs. Jessica’s head hung over her throbbing tits, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. But the Whisperer was far from finished. He returned a minute later with a thin rattan cane in his hand, and once again tipped her chair back for a better angle at her heaving breasts.
When Jessica saw the vicious cane, she wailed out a desperate “Nooooo!” But she knew that no amount of begging would stop him. The cane became a blur as it snapped down to bite into the upper slope of her right globe, just above the nipple. She screamed at the intense pain of it. It was far worse than the whip had been! As she watched through tear-blurred eyes, a narrow red streak appeared across her already reddened breast. A moment later the thin rattan flashed down again, deeply indenting her left orb, the impact making it bounce on her chest like a basketball. As the pain washed over her, she closed her eyes and screamed, but when she could again focus her eyes her left breast bore a mark that matched the one on the right.
Again the cane fell on her right breast, this time on the tender underside, an inch below the swollen nipple. Her tormentor waited until the screaming and bouncing had stopped before he whipped the terrible implement down into a similar strike on her left tit. Again he struck on the right, and then again, when the awful screaming and desperate squirming had died down, on the left.
After those six agonizing strokes, he put aside the cane and righted her chair once more. Crouching before her, the Whisperer produced a familiar item. Jessica’s belly tightened in dread at the sight of the glittering silver nipple clamp. But there was nothing she could do as he opened the wicked little jaws wide and closed them around her swollen pink nipple. She clenched her teeth and keened at the sharp, continuous pain it caused her. The second clamp bit into her other nipple, doubling the pain, and she shook her head violently as she squealed. The clamps were joined to each other by a short silver chain, a two-and-a-half-inch ring in the middle. The Whisperer grasped the ring and jiggled it up and down, watching with hungry eyes as Jessica reacted to the awful pain that little movement caused. Then he lifted the ring high, holding it before her reddened, tear-streaked face. Her breasts were lifted by the nipples, the full weight of each breast hanging from the bite of the clamps. She opened her mouth to wail at the additional pain, and he inserted the chromed steel ring into her mouth.
Bite down,” he whispered, and she obediently closed her teeth on the ring, her eyes pleading. Keep it there,” he instructed her. If you allow that ring to fall from your mouth, you’ll have ten more strokes of the cane on your breasts.” She knew he meant it. Despite the awful pain it caused her to keep tension on the chain, she didn’t dare to disobey him.
Now the Whisperer fetched a new whip from the wall. It was a foot and a half long, with six long, whippy little leather thongs. Jessica remembered this whip, for he had used it on her breasts and thighs in the abandoned costume shop. She shivered as he stood over her with it, whipping it through the air with a buzzing sound. Then he leaned forward, and brought it down sharply on her naked belly.
She yelped and jerked at the sudden sting, but at least had the presence of mind not to open her mouth and release the ring. Again he whipped at her belly, a little lower this time. Again she reacted, but kept her grip on the ring. He whipped the whizzing thongs into her even lower, this time striking the sensitive flesh of her smooth-shaved pubis. Jessica let out a desperate squeal between clenched teeth, her whole body clenching against the pain. She kept the ring between her teeth, but she couldn’t stop her head from involuntarily flying back, yanking upward on the vicious clamps and lifting her heavy breasts high. The pain this caused her was far worse than that of the whip, and she screamed through her teeth as she forced her head back down, her body shuddering. The whisperer gave her only a few moments to regain control of herself, then brought the whip down on her open inner thigh. The stiff leather thongs were so thin they both looked and felt just like wires snapping into that tender flesh, and it stung so much that Jessica bucked and squealed, her head tossing again despite the awful consequences.
The whisperer worked that terrible stinging whip up and down the soft flesh of Jessica’s inner thighs, leaving a fine latticework of bright pink lines. She bounced, writhed and jerked under every stroke, unable to keep still, and her uncontrollable shrieks and sobs were continuous. More often than not, her head jerked as well, no matter how hard she tried to hold it still, and the clamps yanked and bounced her aching breasts about almost continuously. Her nipples were on fire, and every little movement only made it worse. But somehow, through the long, terrible ordeal, she managed to keep her teeth tightly clenched on the ring, and never let it go.
When the Whisperer had covered her thighs with the tiny pink marks, he again returned to her vulnerable pubis, then worked his way back up to her taut stomach, and from there up to her captive tortured breasts. He showered the quaking orbs with sizzling, stinging smacks, drawing ragged howls of pain from the helpless girl, but he never got her to release the ring in her teeth.
Finally he tossed aside the whip and released her tortured nipples from the teeth of the clamps, and Jessica screamed as the blood flowed back into them at last. Roughly he squeezed and pinched the life back into the swelling nubbins, agitating her throbbing breasts terribly in the process.
Open,” he told her, tugging on the ring she still held clenched between her teeth, and it was only after he’d repeated the command that she realized she was still gripping it fiercely. She released it at last, opening her mouth so he could remove it, but instead he pushed it farther into her mouth and rotated it, forcing her jaws wider apart. Now the steel ring was lodged behind her front teeth, jamming her mouth open wide, and the Whisperer wrapped the silver chains around her head, clipping the clamps together behind her neck.
Jessica stared up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, uncomprehending, but when he unbuttoned his pants and took out his huge, turgid cock, suddenly she understood.
Yes,” he nodded, “I’m going to fuck your mouth. If you choose to play the role of the unwilling victim, then that’s how I shall use you!”
With that, he once more tipped her chair back part way, grabbed a handful of her thick dark hair, and forced her head into position. His swollen cock thrust itself into her mouth, passing through the steel ring and driving into the back of her throat...
