The Naughty Victorians: An Erotic Tale of a Maiden's Revenge (1975) - full transcript
Haughty Alice is in for a surprise as she reluctantly takes refuge in the residence of her fiance, Jack. She finds her maidenhead taken from her, and is surprised to discover she likes it! Alice willingly assists Jack as they explore new escapades with unwitting victims.
(gentle music)
(soft music)
- Hyde Park has a kind
of serenity today.
The sort of serenity I feel now.
Although, perhaps justice
better describes it.
Yes.
A poetic justice.
It is hard now to believe
that the entire adventure
began just three months ago.
It had been April 12th, 1874.
I remember the date well,
for Gilbert and Sullivan's
new play, HMS Pinafore,
had opened the night before.
(chuckles)
I recall how Sir
Arthur's music haunted me
as I approached Jack's
flat in Victoria.
Our engagement had been
terminated a week earlier,
when my father decided
that a school master
was simply not the proper
match for his only daughter.
I was, you see, an
innocent maiden then.
Indeed, I scarcely believe
how innocent I really was.
Just three short months ago.
(light knocking)
(thunder rumbling)
- Alice.
Dear, Alice.
- I've only stopped
by for a moment.
Your letters and books.
- Yes, I've missed them.
- But you're alone, quite alone.
Is Marion not with you?
- Oh!
Marion, yes.
My sister.
She had a wretched headache.
- Oh, how sad.
Won't you come in?
You look rather frantic.
In fact, rather wild.
It suits you.
- No!
I can't.
I had a dreadful
afternoon at Harrods.
And I'm in a frightful
hurry to get home.
- Well, have a good day, and
give my best wishes to Marion
for a speedy recovery.
(thunder rumbling)
- Good heavens!
I've ruined my frock.
Could I possibly
borrow your umbrella?
- Yes, do come in
while I go and look.
Won't you come in?
- I'll wait right here
while you get the umbrella.
- Frightfully sorry, vanished.
Although I could have sworn
I put it in the stand.
I must have left it
in my study at school.
How careless of me.
- You always--
(thunder rumbling)
(gasps)
- Oh no!
Oh, I am sorry.
Oh no!
Do you have something
that will calm me?
- Of course.
Tea?
- Please.
Two sugars.
Why, cucumber sandwiches.
How recklessly extravagant.
- For you, my dear.
- How delightfully thoughtful.
(thunder rumbling)
- Thank you.
- My goodness.
Oh my goodness!
It seems to be getting
worse out there.
At this rate, I shan't
get home this evening.
What horrid fortune!
- What seems horrid fortune
often is a blessing in disguise.
- Why, whatever
do you mean, Jack?
(thunder rambling)
Oh, Jack!
I'm petrified of thunderstorms.
- By jove, it is coming down,
and it looks though
it might last.
How unfortunate!
- Oh, Jack!
I'm frightened.
- Then, why don't you
take refuge with me
in the snuggery?
For in there, you'll
not hear the thunder.
It's a soundproof room.
Shall we?
(thunder rumbling)
- Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
- Behold!
- Wow!
It's huge, Jack.
Whatever do you do here?
- It's a private study for
studying private things.
I never let school
et cetera, intrude.
- Look, rain.
Oh dear!
No exit?
- Ah yes, you see it but...
- Not a sound.
Did you arrange that?
- No actually, it was
that way when I found it.
And I must say I am
awfully pleased about it.
- It's hard to imagine a study
without the sound
of falling rain.
Do you ever listen to it?
I do.
When I'm at home, for hours.
- No, I find it
rather depressing.
This place used to be a mad
house some 50 years ago.
Took me hours of research
to find that out.
I found the place
quite by accident.
- London is full of surprises.
Many people are inspired by
the sound of falling rain.
Darwin, for instance.
Have you read his latest
book on earthworms?
- Oh God, no!
- You know, Jack.
I feel as if this room
were waiting for me.
- Down there was
the exercise room
for women of the
upper middle classes.
A nut hatch, a loony bin?
- A lovely thought.
- Yes, isn't it?
Staircase is my own addition.
Why don't we go down?
- No!
I think I ought to be going now.
I am sure the storm
must be almost over.
- I assure you these
storms last 34 minutes
at the very least.
We have plenty of time.
- Isn't science an
extraordinary thing?
- Oh really?
Why don't you go down?
- I hardly dare.
It's so dark down there.
- Watch!
(soft music)
Another one of my improvements.
- What won't you think of next?
- It's the new
electricity thing.
- Electricity?
- Hmm!
I've made many additions,
but I think I've
managed to preserve
the original atmosphere,
don't you think?
- Clever of you
to pad the walls.
- Oh, that's original.
The cloth was my own idea.
- Oh!
- Gainsborough.
- Oh!
Prepare.
- I find I need the
space for my purpose.
It's more comfortable.
- What's in there?
- Photographic equipment.
Must stay away, it
has to be kept clean.
Some of my pictures are
over there on the table.
- Oh, Jack!
They're lovely.
May I?
- Oh, please do.
(soft music)
- You know, even when I
first met you at Lady Bunt's,
you were always tinkering.
Repairing her mechanical
link figure, I think,
or whatever it was.
Is this your
gymnasium setup, Jack?
- Well, I do do some
exercise from time to time.
I find it relates to
my larger purpose.
- What might that be, Jack?
- Your violation, my dear.
- My what?
- The surrender to me
of your maidenhead.
- You must be mad to
speak like this to me.
- I've waited one whole
long year for this moment.
You amused yourself
with my heart.
And now it is my turn to
amuse myself with your body.
- You forget yourself.
Be so good as to consider
our friendship suspended,
until you have
suitably apologized
for your shocking
lapse of taste.
Meanwhile, I will only
trouble you to call a cab,
so that I might remove myself
from your hateful presence.
- I might warn you that your
screams and cries for help
will not be heard.
You will depart from here
when I choose to let you go.
- How dare you?
Am I a child that you're going
to speak to me like this?
- No!
No!
You're a lusciously lovely girl.
Possessing everything I desire,
and able to satisfy
my fondest dream.
- How dare you?
- I give you two alternatives.
- You give me what?
- And only two.
Either you submit quietly,
or do you prefer force?
- (gasps) You're mad.
- Oh, I wouldn't say that.
You have three minutes.
If by the time the clock
chimes the half hour
you have not
consented to submit,
then I shall have
no other alternative
than to proceed to
take you by force.
Make the most of the last
three minutes, Alice.
(clock chimes)
Well, Alice?
Which is it to be?
Will you submit?
- No!
- As you please.
But mark my words.
Within the half hour,
not only will you be
offering yourself to me
absolutely and unconditionally,
but you will also be begging
me to accept your surrender.
- I defy you.
(dramatic music)
Jack!
Please!
Consider.
You and I were to be married.
- No one ever said
marriage was a contract
with no strings attached.
- For God's sakes, Jack,
get hold of yourself.
We're both grown man and woman.
- And what a woman you are.
- Jack!
This is madness.
(ominous music)
- You are going to
be stripped naked.
Completely
and utterly naked.
- No!
Jack, please.
No!
- There is one
detail that remains.
If I let you loose, will you
remove your clothes quietly?
Or must I remove
them, one by one?
(indistinguishable dialogue)
- You had your
innings at my cost.
And now, it is my turn
to have mine at yours.
- Please, don't do it, Jack.
Let me go.
Let me go.
- But you are delicious.
And I'm trying to imagine
what you'll be like
with your clothes taken off.
- Leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
Please.
Don't!
No!
- Delicious.
- Jack!
- You're so delicious.
- No.
My hat!
(yells)
- Magnificent.
- [Alice] No!
- The Himalayas.
Well, Alice?
Which is it to be?
- Please, Jack.
Don't undress me.
Have me as I am.
- It's not good enough.
You must be naked.
- Have pity on me, Jack.
I'll be so quiet.
- I said it's not good enough.
- But you don't
understand how I feel.
- I think I'm beginning
to understand very well.
- This is low, Jack.
- Low?
How can you say that?
No, no.
I'm not letting you go.
And now, the drawers.
- No!
Anything.
But please,
not the drawers.
(dramatic music)
- As magnificent
as a Ponticelli.
You're not listening,
are you, Alice?
- I have a pain in my shoulder.
- Women!
In Timbuktu,
the natives eat their captives
whilst the flesh
is still quivering.
They just warm it
up in the fire.
How do you like that?
A little cannibalism.
Oh, I could fancy you for tea.
Cream.
And sugar.
Oh, how thoughtless of
me for not including you
in on this magnificent spectacle
for my dear little kumquat.
Hold on.
- How can you debase me
in this manner, Jack?
- No trouble at all.
I simply pulled the lever.
But enough of this silly banter.
Let's get down to business.
- [Alice] No!
No!
No, Jack.
- Calm down, Alice.
It's no use.
I could fancy a whole
room full of women
hanging up just as you are now.
Like carcasses in
a butcher shop.
I'm shortly going to
ask you a question,
and I want you to answer
honestly and directly.
If you fail to answer, I
might draw your attention
to this whip here.
If you fail to answer, I
shall have to apply it to you.
How old are you?
- 25.
- [Jack] Good.
Are you a virgin?
- Yes.
- Absolutely, a pure virgin?
I said, absolutely
a pure virgin?
I include female as well
as male in my inquiry.
No other hands but mine?
No other eyes but mine?
- How can you talk
to me like this?
- Why not?
I only wanted to find
out how much you knew,
so that I might know
what to teach you.
Ms. Alice, allow me to
introduce John Thomas.
John Thomas, Ms. Alice Porter.
Should John Thomas assume
by your indifference
that you have in your time
met so many John Thomases,
that his sight no
longer appeals to you?
Do you not wonder whether or not
John Thomas will fit
into your holy of holies?
(gentle music)
- No!
No!
(sobbing)
Don't!
Make it stop.
- Steady, Alice.
But this will take the
weight off your arms.
(soft moaning)
- I'm spinning.
(whirring)
Oh no!
Jack!
What other manners of
torture lurk in this room?
- Steady now, Alice.
- Please.
Don't, Jack!
- Think a moment, Alice.
Larger things have come out
than what is about to go in.
- Please!
Don't.
(screams)
(groans)
- Oh!
Paradise!
Did I hurt you?
- At first.
But not afterwards.
- Good girl.
And now?
(gentle music)
Now, you will be rewarded.
(moaning)
- Alice.
This is the moment we
have been waiting for.
- The what?
- Surrender to me
your maidenhead.
- No, not that.
No!
- What?
Must I use violence?
I might tie you up again.
- Can you be gently then?
- Gently?
Gently?
No, there must be--
- No!
- Violence!
The taking of a maidenhead.
That primal moment.
The thrust.
The breaking.
On!
Alice!
Your shuddering
thighs resist me.
No!
Wait a moment.
(soft music)
Well, Alice, this is the
moment you become a woman.
Well, not completely but
this is the turning point.
Hold still, Alice.
Alice, this is my first
photographic picture
of a maidenhead.
Thank you.
That one is exquisite, my dear.
Exquisite.
Not a flaw.
Lips like scallop thread.
Like a pomegranate cut open.
Open to me my dearest lips.
For my head is drenched with dew
and awaits the
moisture of your night.
And now...
(gasps)
Paradise, lost.
- Jack!
- Yes, Alice.
- We haven't...
I didn't.
Please, don't
leave me like this.
- Do you want a chocolate?
- Could have thought
of that before.
- If one were wise,
one would lead life
only by inexperience.
That is what makes it so
unexpected and delightful.
Never to realize, that
is the true ideal.
- You still have something left.
I can see it.
- Hands off.
I'm saving that for
another occasion.
(soft music)
- This is cruel.
- But why, I'm not touching you.
- I know.
Come on.
- Beg.
- Please!
- No.
Frankly, now you're
not a virgin,
I'm not really interested.
- You always get what you want.
- I plan ahead.
- Back!
The things one does
to pass the time.
Where are our poets
and our novelists?
- Jack, I'm randy.
(moaning)
- Didn't I tell you?
Mark my words.
Within the half hour,
not only will you be
offering yourself to me
completely and unconditionally,
but you would also be begging
me to accept your surrender.
You see, you can't
beat a man with a plan.
(gentle music)
- Now, as I remember
that afternoon,
it is hard for me to believe
how quickly I changed
from an innocent young maiden,
to a worldly, and
ever so slightly,
debauched, young sophisticate.
A woman of the
world, if you will.
I have often thought
that there must have been
an element of lust in my blood.
A latent desire for
erotic fulfillment.
Which Jack had awakened
rather than created.
I might have preferred
a gentler awakening,
but that little matters now.
As reluctant as I may have been
in that first encounter,
it is how willing
I was in our next.
(soft music)
It was two weeks later,
and I had brought Molly,
my lady's maid,
for a brief visit.
This is the marvelous room I
was telling you about, Molly.
- It's queer.
- It is a funny room.
- What are those, the
old place is full.
- We don't quite know.
I think they're probably one
of Mr. Jack's photographic work.
- What's that?
- Probably one of
Jack's silly inventions.
- Looks like a stalks to me.
- That's not a stalks, girl.
- Mr. Jack, you gave me a stop.
Didn't see you
come out of there.
- It's a photographic brace.
You see, in photography,
when one wants to
take a photograph,
one must keep perfectly
still, not move a muscle.
Otherwise, the
picture is ruined.
- I can't do that,
not even for a minute.
I'll wiggle all about.
Me mother says, I
got ants in me pants.
- Ants in your pants, you say?
- It's what she says, sir.
- So, why don't you
try the brace, Molly?
- It's time for us
to go now, Jack.
Thanks ever so for
the photograph.
Come along, Molly.
- I saw that.
- What?
- Saw you taking the chocolates.
(ominous music)
- Oh, Molly.
How bad.
- And now you're
going to be punished.
- Let me go.
Let me go.
Let me go.
No!
- What was Molly thinking?
- Out of here.
- Well done, Jack.
- You are not
master at Excelsior.
- Yes.
Now you need a lesson.
- I'll have the law on you.
- The law not only permits the
spankings of wicked servants,
but it also encourages it.
- I'm gonna report you to
the school authorities.
- They dispense the same kind
of punishment by the hour.
- Mr. Jack, please, let me go.
I promise, I'll
stay and do nothing.
- The sooner you realize how
helpless you really are...
- By God, you devil!
I'll make it out
for the pair of you.
- And submit.
- Submit?
- Submit?
- Yes.
The sooner it will be over.
- You're daft.
- But if you should resist,
you will have a long doing.
- Me?
- Of a bad time.
Now, if I release you, will
you take your clothes off,
or must I take them off for you?
- Jack!
May I undress her?
- Why not, my dear?
After all she's your maid
and property so to speak.
- Thanks so much, darling.
Sit there and watch,
while I undress her.
- Don't, Miss.
Please.
Oh cock whammy, stop it, sir.
- Oh, steady, Molly, steady.
- Oh.
Oh, Ms. Alice.
Don't strip me naked, please.
- Steady, Molly, steady.
- No!
(sobbing)
No!
Jack, no!
- Come on, Molly.
- Alice!
Stop!
Stop!
- Oh, steady, Molly.
It's not gonna hurt.
- Oh, you can't do this.
(dramatic music)
No!
(screaming)
- Jack!
Isn't she lovely?
Such skin.
I've never touched a woman's
breasts or gunny before.
Except of course my own.
Watch me carefully, darling.
And if I don't do it properly,
tell me.
(upbeat music)
- Oh, blimey.
- Yeah.
How lovely.
How delicious.
How sweet.
- Don't, miss.
Please.
Oh, Mr. Jack!
How filthy.
Playing with your
Hampten wicker like that?
Oh, take your hands
away Ms. Alice.
(gasps)
- Oh, Molly!
What's this?
- Don't tell, Mr. Jack.
Please, miss.
- Oh, Molly.
- Please!
- Jack!
She's been had by someone.
My finger went right in.
- What?
A woman without a maidenhead?
Alice, how could you?
It's as if a part
of her were missing.
- Part of me is missing.
- But we know where that went.
My God!
This magnificent
experience was had
by a member of
the lower classes.
By one of her usual associates.
(screaming)
By God knows who.
- He wasn't that bad.
- How would you know?
You could have had
it done by me, by me.
How do I know she
wouldn't give me
some disgusting disease?
She might not even be clean.
- No, Jack--
- In fact, she isn't.
- Jack, I found something
that might interest you
about poor Molly.
- I'm not interested in
anything about Molly.
Take her away.
- No!
- You're whispering.
- Very well then.
Let her rest a bit, and
whilst she's recovering,
why don't you remove
all your clothes.
For something tells
me in your eye
that you'll be wanting
something before...
- I want something now, darling.
- Now, Molly.
When did this
little slip happen?
-I was 17, sir.
I was drugged,
honest I was, sir.
Let me go, sir.
And I'll come to you
whenever you wish.
I'll let you do
whatever you want.
Please.
I'm afraid of Ms. Alice.
She seems so strange.
Oh my God!
(dramatic music)
She's naked.
- My complements, Mademoiselle.
- Merci, monsieur.
Why don't you go
and get ready, Jack?
Ms. Feltby wants to
meet you presently.
(speaking foreign language)
(gentle music)
Molly!
You shall love me.
(moaning)
(moaning)
- Steady, Alice.
I think she's had as
much as she can stand.
(dramatic music)
- Of course.
Letting me wear them.
Am I supposed dressed?
- Undressed, Molly.
Now, Molly, I want
you to confess.
How you were given
the nickname, Birdie.
- Where's Ms. Alice?
- Oh, she'll be
joining us shortly.
Don't you worry.
Now, is it not true
that you were given
the nickname, Birdie,
by some of the servants?
Because of the bizarre
acts you performed
with Edward Bowles,
Ms. Alice's gardener.
- You're daft.
- Not so, Molly.
Is it not true that you took
this part in your mouth,
hence the nickname, Birdie?
- A vicious rumor and lie.
- Not so, Molly.
If you persist in lying,
I should have to
use this whip on you
until you come clean.
Now, out with it.
- I'll confess, sir.
Let me go, I'll confess.
-Soitis true?
You did perform
this bizarre act.
You've been a very good girl
for telling the truth.
- Thank you, sir.
Now, will you let me go, sir?
- Not just yet,
for I have doubts
about this rumor myself.
The rumor says that
you were able to take
all this and this too.
Now, I'm going to ask you
in the name of science
and discovery, to enact
the same deed with me here.
For itis a feat, if
you'll pardon my saying,
I find difficult to swallow.
You may commence at once.
- I can't, sir.
- Why not, Molly?
- Not with you, sir?
- Not with me?
- Only with Eddie.
Eddie was me first and
only true love, Eddie was.
- What a strange
puritan you are.
- Well, I can't, sir.
I can't.
Oh, God.
- What's that, Molly?
- I can't say it, sir.
(moans)
- Yes, Molly.
(moans)
Is something the matter, Molly?
- Something's driving me wild.
(moans)
(upbeat music)
- By jove, she ate
the whole thing.
Now Alice, hold on to
her while I remove her.
Now Molly, you denied
me the pleasure
of your maidenhead lost.
Now you will surrender to me,
the maidenhead of your ass.
Thrust whole.
(moaning)
(dramatic music)
- That second
encounter put an end
to whatever vision I
may have had of myself
as an innocent, young lass.
I accepted my own lustfulness.
Indeed, I embraced this
newly found sexuality.
I set aside my reluctance
in caressing another woman.
And now, my willingness
was replaced
with a total eagerness for
such exciting adventure.
This was particularly so,
because our next opportunity
was to include an
encounter with Lady Bunt.
A pompous, pretentious woman
of questionable nobility
and dubious morality.
It was not her lack of morals
which I found objectionable.
I was scarcely in a position
to pass judgment on that.
But her total hypocrisy.
She pretended to great
propriety and perfect breeding.
But we all knew her to be
superficial and selfish.
Her manners were as
affected as her morals.
She was the sort of
woman who may fool men
with her coarse flirtation,
but who is quite transparent
to other women.
We were all invited to
afternoon tea at Jack's.
I must say that it was
with a certain relish
that I anticipated seeing
her in her naked reality,
so to speak.
- Under my bed.
- Oh really?
- Oh, yes!
But my bed's not
nearly large enough.
- Cecily!
Would you care for
some tea, Lady Bunt?
- No, no tea.
Thank you, dear Jack.
We just had tea at
the Duchess of Berg's.
Such bad tea too.
Really quite undrinkable.
But perhaps, Cecily
will have some.
Oh, what comfortable chairs
you men do get about to.
You bachelors do study
your feature compass,
and as so remain bachelors.
- Oh, will you my dear?
- Oh, an offer of tea?
Dare I, mommy?
- Of course you may, my dear.
After all, mommy is chaperoning.
- Cream and sugar?
- Yes, thank you.
- Mind, he hasn't put
any cantharides in it.
- Alice!
- Perhaps your ladyship
would care to try it first,
just to make sure.
- Oh, but my dear.
Never trust a man
who lives alone.
That's always been my motto.
- Surely, there's nothing
here more treacherous
than your thoughts.
- My thoughts?
Whatever could you know
about those, Alice?
A girl like you?
(laughs)
Let me tell you something.
I have found that the
best remedy for thoughts
iS exercise.
But please, as a
concession to my poor wits,
explain to me what
you really mean.
- I think perhaps
she had better not.
Nowadays, to be intelligible
is to be found out.
I, for one, would rather delight
in the vision of two angels.
- That was a lovely
complement, wasn't it, Cecily?
- Yes, mommy.
- Oh!
Jack, what are these
nasty pulleys doing down?
They're not at all pretty and
they're hovered in the way.
- They form part of my
gymnasium setup, your ladyship.
I couldn't be without it.
- Well, how do they work?
And what are these
loops up here for?
You know I'm a dud in
gymnastics, really I am,
but I've never seen this
sort of arrangement before.
- What an elaborate setup.
- Yes, you're quite
right, Cecily.
Quite right.
- The loops form
bracelets, you see.
Here we are, let me show you.
Now, grasp the rope
with the hands,
thus dividing the weight
between the hands and the wrist.
Not as in a trapeze,
where the weight is taken
by the fingers.
- Oh!
How very clever.
Do you use this
with your students?
- Dare infer that I
invite my students home
to play with my equipment.
- Afraid of a little buggery
in the snuggery, Jack?
- Ms. Alice, please.
Let me try, Jack.
Ms. Alice, fasten me.
- Oh!
Not bad for an old
girl that, was it?
(dramatic music)
Cecily takes after me.
- Oh mother, how jolly!
- I know.
But I can't keep it up much
longer, I'm afraid my dear.
I'm not as young as you are.
Set me loose, Jack.
- Not just yet, Lady Margaret.
Alice and I are going
to have some fun
with you and Cecily first.
- I don't follow you at all.
Loose us both at once.
I don't mind a joke in the least
but you go too far, sir.
- Perhaps this will help your
ladyship understand our ideas.
(screaming)
- Stop, stop!
- How dare you?
Stop this immediately,
I demand it.
Stop, stop!
- But you're
beautiful, dear lady.
If the rest of you is like
what I have just discovered,
then a banquet awaits us.
Molly, Molly, quick.
Undress Lady Bunt.
- Who is this woman?
Where did she come from, Jack?
- Ms. Alice's maid.
- Well, I won't
have her doing this.
Stop her immediately.
Do you understand me?
I said stop her immediately.
- Oh, mother.
Help, help!
- And you're a headmaster.
I'll have you reported,
you realize that?
I will exposure you
for your actions.
For God's sake, Jack.
Don't strip me naked.
Cover me up.
Cover me up.
- And you matter.
Are you anything like mommy?
- Oh don't!
Please don't.
- Now girls, slip
off Cecily's drawers.
- [Alice] Quick, Molly.
Give me a hand.
- Good.
Now each of you take command
of a cheek of her bottom.
Cecily, I'm going to amuse
yourself with your mother.
I want you to watch intently.
- Don't touch me.
- If you should avert your
eyes for even a second,
for whatever the reason,
I shall command Alice and Molly
to give you a pinching
that you will never forget.
Now be careful.
(moaning)
- Mother, oh mother.
- Well, I think that
will suffice for present.
- What did you feel?
- Gloriously ripe, my dears.
And the biggest quim
I've ever come across.
God, how I wish I were the
man that took her maidenhead.
- Jack, I swear you're obsessed
with taking of maidenheads.
- Oh, I truly love to
get them, I truly do.
And Cecily.
- I think she's intact.
- Superlative.
- Can we undress her, sir?
- Sh, not so loud, Molly.
Yes, certainly, go on.
- Oh no!
Oh mother, they're
going to undress me.
- Oh, for pity's sake, Jack.
Do anything you like to
me but spare my child.
- Steady, Cecily, steady.
And there you go.
- For God's sake,
Jack, stop them.
- No, no, Lady Margaret.
Cecily must contribute her share
to the afternoon's
entertainment.
- [Lady Bunt] Oh my God.
- Oh!
Mama!
Mama!
- I'm sorry, my darling.
I simply can't help you.
How can you be so cruel?
- I have no doubt that
Lady Margaret and Cecily
would prefer to be left
alone for a few moments.
So let us go and undress.
- Oh mother, what are
they going to do with us?
- I can only guess.
They going out to
undress makes me think
that you and I will have
to satisfy their lust.
I'm afraid that they will
violate you and outrage me.
Then they will turn
us over to the girls,
and Cecily my dear,
I'm afraid that girls
can be very cruel
to their own sex.
(moaning)
- Mother.
- Child.
- Stop, darling.
- Oh, mama.
(whirring)
(moaning)
Now Alice, you fasten her arms
and Birdie, you get
hold of her legs.
- I thought her name was Molly.
- We call her Birdie.
- This is no time to
quibble about names.
For God's sake.
- Calm down.
- This is outrageous.
If my husband ever
hears of this...
(yells)
- Now girls, unfasten Cecily
and tie her to me on
the chair of treachery.
(moaning)
(screaming)
- Mama!
Mama!
- I'm so sorry.
- Now Alice, over there.
Open the box of
imagining tortures.
(moaning)
- Don't come near me
with those things.
I said, don't you dare?
(screaming)
Do you know who I am?
I'm Lady Bunt.
- Your vanity towards...
- Bunty, spread your legs.
(moaning)
(screaming)
- Oh my golly!
For God's sake, Jack, stop them.
They're Killing her.
- Gently.
Gently.
Alice, gently dears.
You're driving her mad.
(moaning)
- No, jack.
- Oh, I congratulate
you, your ladyship.
Your daughter is a virgin.
And as I haven't had a
virgin in such a long time,
I'm all the more obliged to,
for allowing me this opportunity
to take sweet
Cecily's maidenhead.
- Oh, you shan't have me.
You coward.
I am ripped.
- What a naughty temper
you have, Cecily.
- Oh mother, dear.
- Alice, quick,
get the feathers.
That will cure her.
(sobbing)
- Stop this, Alice.
Stop this, Alice.
Do it, stop.
Oh my God, I can't stand
it Ms. Alice, stop.
I'll be good.
Jack, I'll do anything you like.
- Alice, stop for a moment.
Now Cecily, there
must be no mistake.
You must be willing
to do anything
I may tell you to do.
Whether it be to yourself or
to anyone else in this room.
You understand?
- Yes, Jack.
- Good.
Alice, Molly, unfasten
one-half of Lady Bunt.
One arm and one leg.
And then all of you
pleasure yourselves.
(moaning)
(dramatic music)
Now Cecily, I'm going to
teach you the art of peaking.
(moaning)
I shall
strip you
thusly.
Now you stroke me.
(moaning)
Oh yes, Cecily.
That's it, Cecily.
(moaning)
- Let go of me.
Let go of me.
(moaning)
Let go of me.
- Now, Alice, Molly,
unfasten Cecily.
She's learning properly.
Now Cecily, I want you to
do the same to your mother.
- No, I couldn't!
- No!
- It's too horrible.
- Now Cecily, if you do
not keep your promise,
I will tie you to your mother
and spank your bottom so hard
that your movements
will make her spin.
- Oh mother, what shall I do?
- Come, darling.
- Now, my little pet.
Randy mommy.
(dramatic music)
That's it, Cecily.
Get on top of her.
Continue, Lady Bunt.
Cecily, go down on mommy.
(moaning)
- Oh, mother!
- Child.
- Now get on top.
Unfasten Lady Bunt and tie her
to the chair of treachery.
(dramatic music)
- As I watched the little
orgy we had staged,
my thoughts suddenly
took a darker turn.
I realized that Jack was not
just awakening our sensuality,
rather, he was using us.
All of us to satisfy
his own animal desires.
And with that knowledge
came the realization
that I would have to have
some sort of revenge.
Not simple, emotional revenge,
but something
elegant, complicated.
(screaming)
My plan would eventually involve
three of Jack's students,
as well as the women who
Jack had so callously used
as sexual objects.
But before we see how
well my little plan works,
let me assure you that
I am not by nature
a petty or vengeful person.
It is just that
we Victorian women
have a keen sense
of poetic justice.
And after all, it's not so nice
to be hung from the ceiling.
What an erotic tableau.
- A masterpiece of
inventiveness, my dear.
- Jack.
- Yes, Alice.
- I'd awfully like
to know one thing.
- Yes.
What might that be?
- When you tied me up
on that fateful afternoon,
did it give you pleasure?
- Oh, yes!
Of course.
The sight of your agony
gave me intense pleasure.
- Would you think it awful of me
if I asked to play the
same game with you?
- What on earth do you mean?
- I fasten you to the ropes,
and tie you up,
and give you pleasure
in my own way.
- Well, that's a divine idea.
Yes. Let's.
- Off with the gowns.
- Oh no, no.
Anything.
Anything but not the gowns.
- Off.
- Oh go, blimey.
Blimey, sir.
No, don't tie me up, sir.
Anything.
Anything, but not this.
- Submit.
You know your screams
and cries for help
will not be heard
in here, my dear.
- Desist this madness.
Oh please, let me go, miss.
I'll let the law on you.
- You need a lesson, Jack.
- Let me loose at once.
I don't mind a joke in the least
but you go too far, sir.
- Perhaps this will help
you to understand my idea,
your ladyship.
- Oh!
Please, don't.
- I will let you go.
Only after I have
ravished you, my darling.
- Please, have pity on
me and have me as I am.
Molly, how did...
Lady Bunt, what are you...
What are you both doing in...
What is the meaning of this?
Cecily, what are you doing here?
Now Alice, what is
the meaning of this?
Let me down at once.
I demand an instant explanation.
What, have you all
lost your tongues?
Answer me.
I demand an instant explanation.
It isn't that I'm not pleased
to see all of you ladies.
It's just that I'm no position
to be able to do you justice.
Now, answer me.
What is the meaning of this?
- Wasn't he sweet,
when he said to us
that those ropes were
just for gymnastics?
- And his lovely
chair of treachery.
- But I was teaching you.
I taught you all.
- Try to relax, Jack.
I think we know what to do.
- Relax?
- Girls, you should
have heard him.
My maidenhead was a flower,
a dear little flower.
- Alice, please don't--
- Oh, yes!
Such a lovely cock,
and so small now.
Oh, and then I was a what?
A lemon.
- A kumquat.
- Oh yes, and then an oyster.
- Lovely.
- What a poetic imagination,
I suppose.
- I never knew you
were a poet, Jack.
- I'm not.
Now, come along, girls.
Come close and I'll
have you one by one.
Hazely, Peters, Prince Sackway.
(dramatic music)
For God's sake, who
gave you permission--
- I did.
You had your folly
with us, dear Jack.
It's time you got your just due.
- Whatever do you mean?
- Exactly what I said.
- Alice, this is disgraceful.
They are my students.
- I invited them
to join and witness
in the partaking
of your maidenhead.
- Are you mad?
I possess no maidenhead.
- You do, sir, and it's
peaking at me right now.
- Peters, how dare you
speak to me like that?
- Steady, sir.
- I'm sorry, sir.
I suppose it isn't
really cricket.
- What you have just said
could cost you 1000 lines.
- You forget your position, sir.
Thank you, miss.
That's quite a relief.
It hurts when it's
all pent up inside.
- Oh my God!
- Now, I'm sure, sir,
you haven't forgotten
all the canings,
the floggings you gave
all us boys in class.
But in case you have,
here's a reminder
from the entire class.
- Hold still.
- This is your moment, Jack.
The moment you've
been waiting for.
The moment you become a man.
- Let me go.
- Perhaps not all at once.
But this is the turning point.
(grunting)
- Now, let yourself go.
(grunting)
- My first photographic
picture of a maidenhead.
(soft music)
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