The Image Page #2
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- Year:
- 1975
- 89 min
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sparse, unkempt grass with fallen leaves.
This is the perfect place.
Don't you think so?
Depends on what you want to use it for.
For the little girl, of course.
She was looking for a bathroom.
No, I don't need to go.
Why did you lie to us?
give us a little performance.
No, I was mistaken.
Don't try to fool with us.
You know it won't get you anywhere, Anne.
Anne.
You'll do it now.
Bend down lower.
Now, then.
Is our little girl going to do pee-pee?
Be sure your legs are
spread far enough apart.
That's fine.
Now lean forward a little.
You're very nice like that, you know?
Well, are you going to piss
or not, you little b*tch?
More than a week went by without
my seeing Claire or Anne again.
On the eighth day, quite by chance,
I was driving on the Quai Malaquais
and I ran into little
Anne at the book stalls.
She was alone, and that pleased me.
She pretended not to recognize me,
which hardly surprised me, I must say.
I thought of that last image I had of
our afternoon in the Bagatelle Gardens.
The girl was now speaking to the salesman.
No, we haven't got any more.
Look, I know you have what I want.
I'm going to stand here till I get it.
I don't handle that type of book.
All right, I can find it myself.
I was struck by the positive tone she
used in dealing with the bookseller.
She wanted a rare book sold
only under the counter...
Okay.
Which she asked for with confidence,
obviously sure that this
was the place to find it.
How much?
Thank you.
Hi. Remember me?
Yes, I remember you.
Hey, wait a minute.
Look, no offense.
Actually,
I didn't mean anything in particular.
What do you want? Nothing.
Just to talk to you a little.
I don't feel like talking.
I have to bring this back right away.
To Claire?
I bring things back to whomever I please.
It's none of your business. Well, have...
Have a nice day.
This encounter left me highly dissatisfied.
I spent the following days unproductively.
The weather was good, and I spent most
of my time trying to focus my attention
be due the following month.
But my thoughts always
returned to Claire and Anne.
I hadn't imagined that I personally
would have any power over this girl.
But it had seemed only
natural that I should enjoy
certain privileges outside
of Claire's presence,
since they had already been
granted to me so liberally
and without my even having
asked for anything.
Then, upon further reflection, I
began to wonder if I'd been granted
so much after all the other day.
I was obliged to come to
a negative conclusion.
Then I could see how wrong I had been.
I could even make fun of my own stupidity,
for the recent conduct of little Anne
suddenly appeared quite normal and obvious
to the extent that for her to
have behaved any differently
now seemed impossible.
The situation, in short, had
not been what I thought it was.
I felt annoyed and deceived.
those two girls anymore
or about the whole absurd story.
days, but on the fourth...
Hello. Hello.
How've you been feeling since the last time?
Fine. And you?
Fine. And how is the health of your friend?
Which friend are you talking about?
Anne. Who do you think I meant?
Anne. Of course. I'd completely forgot.
If it's Anne you want to see, you
should have said so right away.
I can lend her to you, my
dear, with no trouble at all.
You can make love to her,
if you're in that mood.
What day would you like me to send her over?
You're joking.
I never joke about my friends.
Thanks, but I wouldn't
know how to reciprocate.
You mentioned you had some
photographs to show me.
That's true.
You can come by tomorrow around 5:00.
Come, Princess.
Right.
How nice of you to come.
Thank you.
I have a gift for you. Thanks.
Drink? Brandy, please.
Isn't this what you came to see?
In the first photo, Anne is wearing a short
black slip with nothing
underneath but her stockings
and a simple garter belt like the one I
already admired in the Bagatelle Gardens.
delicious detail of the first.
In the next photo, the
girl is in the same costume
but lying down with her
shapely rear exposed.
In the next one, the girl is profile,
entirely naked with her hands
chained behind her back,
kneeling on a black-and-white
checkerboard floor.
The next was a close-up showing the skill
with which Anne was placed in bondage.
In the next photo,
Anne is handcuffed in such a way
as to keep her arms suspended over her head.
Her ankles were chained tightly,
giving an excellent view of her rear.
The position must have been
extremely uncomfortable,
even for a short period of time.
The next picture,
extremely fascinating in its horror,
Despite the somewhat romantic exaggeration,
could only be the result of a trick.
But it was done so well that
especially since the
contortions of the victim
I I were so convincing.
The stomach is marked in every direction
by deep lines, very clear and distinct,
more or less accented according
to how hard the whip fell.
In the next one Anne's face is
even more contorted in agony,
presumably from the pain
being inflicted upon her.
The next photograph was
a logical conclusion,
the tortured body of the girl,
apparently lifeless, is stretched out
on the black-and-white checkerboard floor.
She is wearing nothing but the
black band across her eyes.
Claire's skill as a photographer is
apparent in her loving attention to detail.
The last photo was very
different from the others.
For one thing, the body was
completely cut off by the camera.
For another, the pubic hair seemed darker.
It was obvious to me that the model
was no longer Anne but someone else.
What gave me the final proof were the dark
polished fingernails of those two hands.
I remembered that Anne left
her fingernails natural.
This last photograph
here, is this still Anne?
Claire became nervous, which was unlike her.
She got hold of herself immediately.
Who else could it be?
By the way.
You ran into Anne the other day, didn't you?
At the book stalls. She didn't
show any lack of respect, did she?
I didn't know she owed me any respect.
She does if I so desire.
I understand that you were rude to
Jean the other day at the book stalls.
Get undressed.
You're going to be whipped.
Get up, you little whore.
Go and get me the whip.
She loves it when we put her on
her knees so we can whip her.
Doesn't she?
It gets her all excited.
She's wet already, isn't she?
You see how well she's been broken in?
It's a question of training,
just like with a dog.
I only had to fondle her often
enough in this position,
and now she can no longer keep
herself from wanting to be satisfied.
Isn't that so, you little whore?
When one is about beat her, she
gets all set for her orgasm.
You'll go moist to paradigm.
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