He placed a hand behind the submissive girl’s head and applied light pressure. She followed the lead, lying across his lap, squirming at the arm across her back. He marvelled at the backside he stared down at. Even with its white coat of silk those cheeks rose proud, held firm, tendered the perfect target. But playing on the safe side he took a coil of thin rope and bound her wrists, arms stretched out above her head. Then he did the same with her ankles. Alice lay immobilised, able only to writhe and kick. That feeling of her wrapped around his legs, defenceless, provoked a strength in his loins he hadn’t experienced since teenage experimentation.
‘What are you going to do?’ Alice demanded, voice hesitant, afraid.
Alice, hurled into a world of debauchery and deceit, seeks relief from her troubled mind and conscience. A two week retreat with the wily Father Cavenny goes some way to restoring faith and self-belief. In the confines of the austere convent the girl gives herself to the practices and the theories propagated by a visionary sect.
Ready to face life again she moves on, leaving the wreckage of her errors and a displeased governor of the Hope. She yearns to make amends with old friends and face the ghosts of her past. But does a quagmire of doubt and disappointment yet await her?