Bdsm scenes in novels that do not deal with the subject.

[josé miguel tecles verdú]

Somewhere I read once that among the classic noir or noir novel writers there was one that had Bdsm themes in their writings, but right now I don't remember, and if any of you have any idea to tell me, please. Thank you.

 

[Jon Smithie]

I read a few of the classic crime noir writers like Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and James Cain, but for the life of me I don't recall any BDSM scenes in any of them, and I think I would have noticed. Sorry I can't help with that.

For some reason, though, your question jogged my memory about a book I read a long time ago. The first "Man From U.N.C.L.E." book, called "The Thousand Coffins Affair," by Michael Avallone, contained what for me was a memorable image. As Napoleon Solo returns to consciousness, after having been knocked out and captured by the the villain, he sees his sidekick in the book, the beautiful, redheaded Geraldine (Jerry) Terry, in a cage, naked and stretched out in a demanding stress position. I'm sure now it would seem rather pallid, but it hit me pretty hard back in the '60's. I'll see if I can't find it on B&N or Amazon.

Update--I just checked Amazon. They have one new paperback edition of "The Thousand Coffins Affair" for $801.77. I'm willing to accept donations. Send them to Jon Smithie, care of THRUSH Intl. Ltd.

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

I read a few of the classic crime noir writers like Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and James Cain, but for the life of me I don't recall any BDSM scenes in any of them, and I think I would have noticed. Sorry I can't help with that.

For some reason, though, your question jogged my memory about a book I read a long time ago. The first "Man From U.N.C.L.E." book, called "The Thousand Coffins Affair," by Michael Avallone, contained what for me was a memorable image. As Napoleon Solo returns to consciousness, after having been knocked out and captured by the the villain, he sees his sidekick in the book, the beautiful, redheaded Geraldine (Jerry) Terry, in a cage, naked and stretched out in a demanding stress position. I'm sure now it would seem rather pallid, but it hit me pretty hard back in the '60's. I'll see if I can't find it on B&N or Amazon.

Update--I just checked Amazon. They have one new paperback edition of "The Thousand Coffins Affair" for $801.77. I'm willing to accept donations. Send them to Jon Smithie, care of THRUSH Intl. Ltd.

The year after Man From U.N.C.L.E. premiered, Ted Marks began a humorous series of semi-porn books themed, "The Man from O.R.G.Y", the title of the first entry. Fifteen books in total with some nice gratuitous sex and torture including titles like Dr. Nyet, A Hard Day's Knight, Room at the Topless, and Dial "O" for O.R.G.Y.
The plot was about a sexual anthropologist who was also a spy for the CIA. His cover was an educational foundation called "Organization for Rational Guidance of Youth." (into sexual liberation).
I read several 50 years ago. A remarkable scene in one using wires and matches to torture and rape a young woman stuck with me ever since. I wrote my own version and posted a few days ago in A Lowland Adventure.
The opening chapter A Lowland Adventure – Singapore, A Prelude in Pain

A Lowland Adventure - Mr. Maxwells' Vacation

Dear Reader, I again will be presenting, for your diversion, an extended story from my fevered brain. The form is a mystery romance. It will develop slowly and carry the Reader (I hope) on an entertaining and mostly pleasant adventure. It is mostly not concentrated on sex and torture. However...

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[Jon Smithie]

The year after Man From U.N.C.L.E. premiered, Ted Marks began a humorous series of semi-porn books themed, "The Man from O.R.G.Y", the title of the first entry. Fifteen books in total with some nice gratuitous sex and torture including titles like Dr. Nyet, A Hard Day's Knight, Room at the Topless, and Dial "O" for O.R.G.Y.
The plot was about a sexual anthropologist who was also a spy for the CIA. His cover was an educational foundation called "Organization for Rational Guidance of Youth." (into sexual liberation).
I read several 50 years ago. A remarkable scene in one using wires and matches to torture and rape a young woman stuck with me ever since. I wrote my own version and posted a few days ago in A Lowland Adventure.
The opening chapter A Lowland Adventure – Singapore, A Prelude in Pain

A Lowland Adventure - Mr. Maxwells' Vacation

Dear Reader, I again will be presenting, for your diversion, an extended story from my fevered brain. The form is a mystery romance. It will develop slowly and carry the Reader (I hope) on an entertaining and mostly pleasant adventure. It is mostly not concentrated on sex and torture. However...

www.cruxforums.com

I'd had not heard of "The Man from O.R.G.Y." So I've updated my bucket list. It's now "101 books to read before you die." I've also never heard of a "sexual anthropologist." If only Sir David Attenborough had had that job!

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

I'd had not heard of "The Man from O.R.G.Y." So I've updated my bucket list. It's now "101 books to read before you die.

Used paperbacks run $50

I've also never heard of a "sexual anthropologist."

Although the series seems completely fact-based and true, it is remotely possible, that Ted Marks invented that occupation.

 

[mmollett]

http://gen.lib.rus.ec/fiction/?q=The+Man+from+O.R.G.Y." here is a link

 

[Jon Smithie]

Used paperbacks run $50

Good Lord! At $50 a pop, PrPr, you must have a library worth hundreds!

Although the series seems completely fact-based and true, it is remotely possible, that Ted Marks invented that occupation.

Killjoy! I've called Harvard, and asked them to disregard my application. I hope you're happy.

 

[josé miguel tecles verdú]

Here I have previously cited "The Legend of the Ghost" novel where a brutal punishment or the heroine of the book is described. But I was surprised by the appearance of that ancient device to punish slaves. A penis lined with spikes. I have no references in antiquity that something like this existed, but if someone can tell me where something appears so let me know. Thank you.

 

[josé miguel tecles verdú]

In this novel "Sanatio" the protagonist girl, a current doctor travels accidentally in time to Roman Hispania. She practices medicine in the Roman world and falls in love, but on one occasion the villains in the novel capture her, tie her to a pole, torture her with knives, and receive whipping. And she is saved by her lover. I'm sorry I don't have the description of the scene, which is otherwise quite light.

 

[Gibbs505]

I read some American novels set in the deep south when slavery was still around.
There were some graphic descriptions of whippings, beatings, torture and sex that I remember!

 

[windar]

Somewhere I read once that among the classic noir or noir novel writers there was one that had Bdsm themes in their writings, but right now I don't remember, and if any of you have any idea to tell me, please. Thank you.

You must be referring to "The Bronx Crux Murders" and its interminable run of sequels by the infamous duo of yours truly and the lovely @Barbaria1...

 

[josé miguel tecles verdú]

Some alternative novel or other historical reality, Queen Cleopatra fails to commit suicide, and is captured by the Romans, and then suffered torture at their hands? Or some story that you have found? Tell me where to find it please. Thank you.

 

[josé miguel tecles verdú]

From the pages of the book "LA REINA OCULTA" by Jorge Molist.


I didn't want to say hello to the Jewess, but when I came across her she whispered in my ear:
"I already warned you." I told you that you were in mortal danger in Narbonne. ”I looked at her Her eyes and she locked hers feverishly on mine. She was holding my arm. You should have left when you still could, ”she added. Such a reception made me faint. My worst fears were confirmed, but Elie stopped me from stopping and when he took my arm and pulled me towards Berenguer, Sara let go of the other. And so I was presented to the archbishop. "Welcome, Lady Bruna," she smiled slightly. Today is a very important day and you are going to witness something unique; a ritual that only I and my acolytes are capable of practicing. You will be the protagonist and the purity of your blood will be put to the test. Then I realized that at one end of that small room, there was some tables with a cauldron that cooked over the fire. Its distillates were collected through various tubes and from these they passed to alembics and alchemist retorts. "What do you want from me?" I muttered. "Your blood." Elie was still holding me, but with a jolt I let go. My fears were confirmed and I knew that my only chance was to impose myself thanks to his own belief. "If you believe that I am the Lady Grail, that my blood is that of Christ, you must respect me." And obey me. Let me go right now! "I also have the blood of Christ and of kings in my veins." Remember that we are family members. Only your blood is much purer and I need it. "I order you to let me go!" "Get naked."
-That? "Either you undress willingly or you will do it by force." "You will not dare with the descendant of Christ." "Sara, Elie and yours, undress her," Berenguer ordered. So far I had been able to hide my fear, but then I felt terror. What did he want to do to me? They held me down and Sara took off my clothes until I was left with only a cloth that, subject to my hips barely covered my pubis. I couldn't help it, I started to shake. I They dragged them to the cross and I saw, at their feet, a hammer and some long iron nails. Was So when I struggled to let go I could not. I realized they were pretending crucify me and that no one would help me. I was terrified. The cross was fastened to the pavement by a slot that it fit perfectly.

They removed it from its base and laid it on the I usually. They tied me to her. It had a support and there they put my feet. They grabbed my arms and They secured my waist with a rope. I closed my eyes when I saw Elie pick up the nails and the hammer. "Not the keys yet," Berenguer ordered. I felt relief, albeit momentary, because it started moving and I noticed that they raised the cross. I tied to her. They placed her upright again in her slot. The stay small, like her symmetrical on the other side, towered above the floor of the larger, but without reaching its ceiling and, although the cross did not stand out excessively, when I opened my eyes I contemplated the general overview. The stone army in formation, with one of the most forward, the group of Sara, Elie and the soldiers, the retorts spouting fumes and the bearded men, wearing bonnets, standing at the sides of the altar. At that time they began to sing an incomprehensible chant, which was neither Occitan nor Latin.

At one point, Berenguer took the chalice, drew a dagger from his belt and,
approaching me, he cut me in the veins of the right wrist that my bonds left
discovered. Immediately the blood began to gush out abundantly and he collected it with
chalice. When he had enough, he made a sign for Sara to come with a bandage to
stop the bleeding. I felt faint, more from anguish than from pain. What did
that man?

-----

I couldn't believe my eyes. Berenguer was giving life to the statue!
I had not felt so much terror even when I saw the nails and the hammer at the foot of the cross. Satan
was hiding behind that! And I was the victim. I no longer feared for my life, but for myself
soul. Would she go to heaven being sacrificed in that coven? I prayed and prayed without the shaking
leave. Tears were running down my cheeks as a trickle of blood
It kept coming down from the wound down my arm. What was that necromancer doing with my
blood? I did not want to be part of that, I did not want the content of my veins to give life
the monster, and I wondered if it was true that I was a special being. I prayed again
so that what was going to happen would not happen. But it happened.

 

[doe1971]

Interesting thread .... "Best Served Cold' by Joe Abercrombie has a scene where the main characters (one female) are naked, chained and branded. Joe is an amazing writer and his style is top notch. Check the chapter called Darkness. If you like morally ambiguous, deeply flawed characters (in the Sapkowski's vein) give him a try. Worth it.

 

[josé miguel tecles verdú]

Interesting thread .... "Best Served Cold' by Joe Abercrombie has a scene where the main characters (one female) are naked, chained and branded. Joe is an amazing writer and his style is top notch. Check the chapter called Darkness. If you like morally ambiguous, deeply flawed characters (in the Sapkowski's vein) give him a try. Worth it.

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Interesting scene, yes sir, but this writer has more of these scenes in his novels. Any woman whipped or tortured?

 

[doe1971]

Interesting scene, yes sir, but this writer has more of these scenes in his novels. Any woman whipped or tortured?

He's writing mainstream, not fetish.

 

[nsur1]

One scene that made a big impression on me when I first read it as a young teen is from "First Lensman", the second novel in the classic Lensman space opera series by E.E. Smith. The book was first published in 1950 and involves a torture scene in which Jill, the young daughter of the titular first lensman, Virgil Samms, is drugged and kidnapped by one of her father's political enemies, Herkimer Herkimer III, from a formal ball and tortured with hot cigarettes to disclose her father's secrets. Unlike the rest of the novel (and the series), this section of the book is written in the style of a hard-boiled noir gangster novel and the setting feels a lot more 1930s America than space travelling future, except for the fact that Jill is in telepathic contact with the Lensmen (including her boyfriend and her father) throughout, trying to direct them to her rescue.

The book is out of copyright (at least in Canada) and therefore available for free and in full online here. The torture scene starts with Jill -- paralysed and hooded but conscious and in telepathic contact with the Lensmen -- is being dragged out of the car in which she had been kidnapped:

With Jill, the Lensmen knew that Herkimer drove his car up to the curb and stopped--parked without backing up. He got out and hauled the girl's limp body out of the car, displacing the hood enough to free one eye. Good! Only one other car was visible; a bright yellow convertible parked across the street, about half a block ahead. There was a sign--"NO PARKING ON THIS SIDE 7 TO 10." The building toward which he was carrying her was more than three stories high, and had a number--one, four--if he would only swing her a little bit more, so that she could see the rest of it--one four-seven-nine!

"Rushton Boulevard, you think, Mase?"

"Could be. Fourteen seventy nine would be on the downtown-traffic side. Blast!"

Into the building, where two masked men locked and barred the door behind them. "And keep it locked!" Herkimer ordered. "You know what to do until I come back down."

Into an elevator, and up. Through massive double doors into a room, whose most conspicuous item of furniture was a heavy steel chair, bolted to the floor. Two masked men got up and placed themselves behind that chair.

Jill's strength was coming back fast; but not fast enough. The cloak was removed. Her ankles were tied firmly, one to each front leg of the chair. Herkimer threw four turns of rope around her torso and the chair's back, took up every inch of slack, and tied a workmanlike knot. Then, still without a word, he stood back and lighted a cigarette. The last trace of paralysis disappeared, but the girl's mad struggles, futile as they were, were not allowed to continue.

"Put a double hammerlock on her," Herkimer directed, "but be damned sure not to break anything at this stage of the game. That comes later."

Jill, more furiously angry than frightened until now, locked her teeth to keep from screaming as the pressure went on. She could not bend forward to relieve the pain; she could not move; she could only grit her teeth and glare. She was beginning to realize, however, what was actually in store; that Herkimer Herkimer Third was in fact a monster whose like she had never known.

He stepped quietly forward, gathered up a handful of fabric, and heaved. The strapless and backless garment, in no way designed to withstand such stresses, parted; squarely across at the upper strand of rope. He puffed his cigarette to a vivid coal--took it in his fingers--there was an audible hiss and a tiny stink of burning flesh as the glowing ember was extinguished in the clear, clean skin below the girl's left armpit. Jill flinched then, and shrieked desperately, but her tormentor was viciously unmoved.

"That was just to settle any doubt as to whether or not I mean business. I'm all done fooling around with you. I want to know two things. First, everything you know about the Lens; where it comes from, what it really is, and what it does besides what your press-agents advertise. Second, what really happened at the Ambassadors' Ball. Start talking. The faster you talk, the less you'll get hurt."

"You can't get away with this, Herkimer." Jill tried desperately to pull her shattered nerves together. "I'll be missed--traced...." She paused, gasping. If she told him that the Lensmen were in full and continuous communication with her--and if he believed it--he would kill her right then. She switched instantly to another track. "That double isn't good enough to fool anybody who really knows me."

"She doesn't have to be." The man grinned venomously. "Nobody who knows you will get close enough to her to tell the difference. This wasn't done on the spur of the moment, Jill; it was planned--minutely. You haven't got the chance of the proverbial celluloid dog in hell."

"Jill!" Jack Kinnison's thought stabbed in. "It isn't Rushton--fourteen seventy-nine is a two-story. What other streets could it be?"

"I don't know...." She was not in very good shape to think.

"Damnation! Got to get hold of somebody who knows the streets. Spud, grab a hacker at the Circle and I'll Lens Parker...." Jack's thought snapped off as he tuned to a local Lensman.

Jill's heart sank. She was starkly certain now that the Lensmen could not find her in time.

"Tighten up a little, Eddie. You, too, Bob."

"Stop it! Oh, God, STOP IT!" The unbearable agony relaxed a little. She watched in horrified fascination a second glowing coal approach her bare right side. "Even if I do talk you'll kill me anyway. You couldn't let me go now."

"Kill you, my pet? Not if you behave yourself. We've got a lot of planets the Patrol never heard of, and you could keep a man interested for quite a while, if you really tried. And if you beg hard enough maybe I'll let you try. However, I'd get just as much fun out of killing you as out of the other, so it's up to you. Not sudden death, of course. Little things, at first, like we've been doing. A few more touches of warmth here and there--so....

"Scream as much as you please. I enjoy it, and this room is sound-proof. Once more, boys, about half an inch higher this time...up...steady...down. We'll have half an hour or so of this stuff"--Herkimer knew that to the quivering, sensitive, highly imaginative girl his words would be practically as punishing as the atrocious actualities themselves--"then I'll do things to your finger-nails and toe-nails, beginning with burning slivers of double-base flare powder and working up. Then your eyes--or no, I'll save them until last, so you can watch a couple of Venerian slasher-worms work on you, one on each leg, and a Martian digger on your bare belly."

Gripping her hair firmly in his left hand, he forced her head back and down; down almost to her hard-held hands. His right hand, concealing something which he had not mentioned and which was probably starkly unmentionable, approached her taut-stretched throat.

"Talk or not, just as you please." The voice was utterly callous, as chill as the death she now knew he was so willing to deal. "But listen. If you elect to talk, tell the truth. You won't lie twice. I'll count to ten. One."

Jill uttered a gurgling, strangling noise and he lifted her head a trifle.

"Can you talk now?"

"Yes."

"Two."

Helpless, immobile, scared now to a depth of terror she had never imagined it possible to feel, Jill fought her wrenched and shaken mind back from insanity's very edge; managed with a pale tongue to lick bloodless lips. Pops Kinnison always said a man could die only once, but he didn't know... in battle, yes, perhaps... but she had already died a dozen times--but she'd keep on dying forever before she'd say a word. But--

"Tell him, Jill!" Northrop's thought beat at her mind. He, her lover, was unashamedly frantic; as much with sheer rage as with sympathy for her physical and mental anguish. "For the nineteenth time I say tell him! We've just located you--Hancock Avenue--we'll be there in two minutes!"

"Yes, Jill, quit being a damned stubborn jackass and tell him!" Jack Kinnison's thought bit deep; but this time, strangely enough, the girl felt no repugnance at his touch. There was nothing whatever of the lover; nor of the brother, except of the fraternity of arms. She belonged. She would come out of this brawl right side up or none of them would. "Tell the goddam rat the truth!" Jack's thought drove on. "It won't make any difference--he won't live long enough to pass it on!"

"But I can't--I won't!" Jill stormed. "Why, Pops Kinnison would...."

"Not this time I wouldn't, Jill!" Samms' thought tried to come in, too, but the Port Admiral's vehemence was overwhelming. "No harm--he's doing this strictly on his own--if Morgan had had any idea he'd've killed him first. Start talking or I'll spank you to a rosy blister!"

They were to laugh, later, at the incongruity of that threat, but it did produce results.

"Nine." Herkimer grinned wolfishly, in sadistic anticipation.

"Stop it--I'll tell!" she screamed. "Stop it--take that thing away--I can't stand it--I'll tell!" She burst into racking, tearing sobs.

"Steady." Herkimer put something in his pocket, then slapped her so viciously that fingers-long marks sprang into red relief upon the chalk-white background of her cheek. "Don't crack up; I haven't started to work on you yet. What about that Lens?"

She gulped twice before she could speak. "It comes from--ulp!--Arisia. I haven't got one myself, so I don't know very much--ulp!--about it at first hand, but from what the boys tell me it must be...."

* * * * *

Outside the building three black forms arrowed downward. Northrop and young Kinnison stopped at the sixth level; Costigan went on down to take care of the guards.

"Bullets, not beams," the Irishman reminded his younger fellows. "We'll have to clean up the mess without leaving a trace, so don't do any more damage to the property than you absolutely have to."

Neither made any reply; they were both too busy. The two thugs standing behind the steel chair, being armed openly, went first; then Jack put a bullet through Herkimer's head. But Northrop was not content with that. He slid the pin to "full automatic" and ten more heavy slugs tore into the falling body before it struck the floor.

Three quick slashes and the girl was free.

"Jill!"

"Mase!"

Locked in each other's arms, straining together, no bystander would have believed that this was their first kiss. It was plainly--yes, quite spectacularly--evident, however, that it would not be their last.

Jack, blushing furiously, picked up the cloak and flung it at the oblivious couple.

"P-s-s-t! P-s-s-t! Jill! Wrap 'em up!" he whispered, urgently. "All the top brass in space is coming at full emergency blast--there'll be scrambled eggs all over the place any second now--Mase! Damn your thick, hard skull, snap out of it! He's always frothing at the mouth about her running around half naked and if he sees her like this--especially with you--he'll simply have a litter of lizards! You'll get a million black spots and seven hundred years in the clink! That's better--'bye now--I'll see you up at New York Spaceport."

Jack Kinnison dashed to the nearest window, threw it open, and dived headlong out of the building.

This being published in 1950, Smith is a lot more coy about sex and nudity than he is about violence, so even though the sexual threat is palpable ("...you could keep a man interested for quite a while, if you really tried. And if you beg hard enough maybe I'll let you try."), it is not explicit. The baddies tear down the top of her ball gown for better access to her skin, and although we are not told exactly how much of her is exposed (the cigarette burns are applied to the "clear, clean skin below the girl's left armpit"), as the gown was "a strapless and backless garment, in no way designed to withstand such stresses" it doesn't exactly take much guesswork.

 

[Jon Smithie]

I used to read a good bit of science fiction, I don't recall this series, though. If I was hunting a little blast of S&M I would usually turn to the Conan or Gor books. It is funny how coy the above passage is concerning sex and nudity, but that's the American way. I can't criticize the author for the out of date idioms, of course, but still, some of those invented animals and devices sound a little silly.

You haven't got the chance of the proverbial celluloid dog in hell."

Does anyone know what proverb he's referring to?

"then I'll do things to your finger-nails and toe-nails, beginning with burning slivers of double-base flare powder and working up.

I used to use double base flare powder for reloading my fifty-five Mike-Mike slotted whomper charges, but the stuff is just too unpredictable.

Venerian slasher-worms, and a Martian digger on your bare belly."

I've mentioned previously, probably on this thread somewhere, that I read a horror story as a teenager involving a torture scene in which a woman (presumably young and beautiful) was laid out on the dungeon floor, a metal pot strapped to her stomach with a rat inside. Coals were then placed on top of the pot so the rat would escape the heat by burrowing into her. Obvioulsly same idea here. I happen to know that Martian diggers, also known as "Olympus moles" from the location they were first discovered, are very similar to their earthly rat equivalents, and further support the hypothesis that earth life originated from organic matter on Mars rocks falling to Earth.

I have never seen a Vererian slasher worm andI know very little about them. Our zoo had a colony but they all died during the last eclipse.

His right hand, concealing something which he had not mentioned and which was probably starkly unmentionable, approached her taut-stretched throat.

From the description, I feel almost certain that this was the rare and dreaded (REDACTED)

But Northrop was not content with that. He slid the pin to "full automatic" and ten more heavy slugs tore into the falling body before it struck the floor.

I wasn't there, but I think it's probably not best practice to go full auto with teammates and the hostage in close proximity. Remember, Northrop, you have to stay cool. There will be other Herkimer Herkimer III's.

 

[josé miguel tecles verdú]

Regarding the genre noir in the novel by Mickey Spillane (Kiss me deadly), a woman chased by thugs is caught, tortured and murdered. Detective Mike Hammer gets beaten up. In Robert Aldrich's 1955 film torture is not seen due to the prevailing Hayes Code, but I imagine that in the novel it will be different. And to finish this comment, my partner Silvia mentions to me the presence in her of the actor Jack Elam, eternal secondary mainly in western, but who also walked in other genres. She tells me that she once had a BDSM dream, where she was tortured by Jack Elam. I can't help smiling.

 

[Jon Smithie]

There is a scene in Ian Fleming's novel "Thunderball" in which the heroine, Domino, is tortured by the villain Largo aboard his yacht Disco Volante. I no longer have the book so I can't quote exactly, but I remember that Largo discovers that she is working for James Bond and ties her spread eagled to a bed, and then using his outsize and powerful hands (I remember Fleming emphasized the size of Largo's hands. Seems like many Bond villians had some distinguishing physical characteristic, as Le Chiffre leaks blood out of an eye when stressed in "Casino Royale") to tear her shirt and bra off. He then proceeds to tell her by way of foreplay that her body has given him much pleasure, but that now he will have to give her much pain. He holds up a lit cigar and a handful of ice. He says something like "Two elements, heat and cold, when applied scientifically, as I shall apply them, will cause you terrible suffering."

"Thunderball" was written first as a screen treatment by three men, Kevin McClory, Jack Whittingham, and Ian Fleming. It was published as a novel in 1961. The two film adaptations, "Thunderball" in 1965, and "Never Say Never Again" in 1983, had long and legally arduous courses. It was also published as a comic strip in 1961, but don't get your hopes up; the strip was never completed and ended before Domino's torture scene. Here's the scene from "Thunderball" in which Domino, played by the late Christine Auger, is tortured by Largo.