Mousse
Helena Robertson


CHAPTER ONE

Monique threw her cigarette in the crystal ash tray. She got up and
displayed her shapely voluptuous body in the fragrant breeze of that June
evening. She listened for a while to the rumor of the nearby sea and of the
moving pine trees in the starlit night; then, leaving the terrace, she
entered the living room where her aunt and some friends of hers were
seriously playing bridge. By the table, Max Darcourt was quietly smoking.
He looked at Monique, a splendid girl of nineteen, fair-haired, whose body,
dressed in shiny black silk, represented a perfect materialization of
desires and lust. At each step she took, her splendid buttocks were
undulating, supported by her perfectly shaped legs. She had a very narrow
waist that accentuated the size of her rear. Her two breasts were like
succulent and juicy pineapples. The face was very sweet, with wide eyes
that looked at you as in perpetual surprise.
 
Monique, an orphan, spent her youth in a convent in Brittany, and
later, she herself became a teacher in a boarding school. She was spending
her vacations in the south of France with her aunt who was also her legal
tutor.
 
She looked at Max, an old friend of her aunt. He was handsome,
forty-nine, a gray-templed character, and one of her aunt's best friends.
He had a little smile and winked at Monique. She replied by another smile
and he came by her side. She poured him a glass of champagne and he asked
her in a low voice:
 
Will I see you like last year? Our little club is still in full
swing and awaiting your visit.
 
Monique looked around to be sure that no one could hear them and
breathed:
 
I know. The delightful lingerie that you sent me this morning
brought back all kinds of memories from my last vacations; I will go to the
club tomorrow to receive the deepest 'attentions' from the members
 
Max smiled to her, kissed her hand, and went back to the bridge
table.
 
Monique then went to a sofa where her little nephew, Jacques, was
reading comics. She caressed the head of the child. He had a very sweet
face with delicate features. He smiled at her and hugged her close.
 
You are not sleeping?
 
No, not yet, I just do not want to. What about you?
 
Me neither. Will you come with me on the terrace?
 
Monique smiled, got up, and followed the young boy. The night 
swallowed them immediately as they walked side by side on the sand covered
with dried pine needles. They stopped on a kind of terrace above the sea
and Monique leaned against it, Jacques remained behind her, admiring her
behind revealed by the pose. The dress lifted up, and the white flesh of
the thighs, contrasted against the black silk stockings, was showing
daringly. Her garters were of the same color. He knelt behind the young
girl and put his hands on her hips. His head brushed the silky material of
her dress. Monique shivered from head to toes at that contact that she had
been awaiting since the day before. Did she want it? Maybe.
 
All the allusions that the kid had made from the day he arrived,
about her shape, her figure, all the looks that she caught on her legs,
often displayed generously by languid poses, were so many symptoms of the
desire of her young cousin. What would be the limit to his ardor?
 
A terrible excitation was knotting her in-sides, she was deprived for
five days of the caresses of her pupils; besides that, the fragrance and
voluptuous climate of that country were giving a new energy to the blood
that ran in her lascivious body.
 
She did not say anything, closed her eyes, expectingly. The child
caressed the hips, the thighs over the dress. He guessed, by Monique's
passivity, that she was consenting. His hands moved along the silky
stockings, up and up till they met with the warm and soft flesh. They
caressed it and, moving higher, arrived on the buttocks. He lifted the
dress up and dug his face in the slit that separates the firm globes, in an
ardent embrace, while his hands encircling the thighs were reaching,
caressing, teasing her velvety intimacy.
 
Monique was abandoning her flesh under the caress while a warm
sensation came from between her legs, where her flesh was softly brushed by
Jacques' breath. She felt the mouth under her buttocks, on the sensitive
place at the end of her sex. The hands were harder on her legs, trying to
separate them. She had a reflex of modesty, but it was already too latethe tongue was greedily insinuating toward the sex. She sighed deeply, half
shame and half pleasure. Obediently, she opened her legs, offered her
bottom, and the mouth was on her sex, edging its way between the burning
lips, and sucking at the little bud that was pointing. Then began a deep
suction while the hands were still caressing the front of the girl's legs.
 
Monique was no longer listening to the murmur of the sea, or the
sound of the breeze in the pine trees, but her own humming as it finally
came like a song in the fragrant night. Her bottom was slowly dancing, with
sucking of the child, and the spasm was getting closer. Monique was finding
again the pleasure that she had missed so much for a long time. As in a
movie, the face of her little pupils, also enjoying their vacations, passed
in front of her eyes. Then lustier pictures came to her mind; she could see
flagellated bodies moving lasciviously. Monique sighed under the violence
of the sensation that she could feel, she shivered and swiveled on her
trembling legs, her fingers pressed on the marble of the balcony till the
nails rasped on the hard stone. From her throat came a continuous rattle, 
then a deep cry and a trembling of her whole body, pushing her bottom
violently against the young face that was glued to her sex. Monique exhaled
her satisfaction in a long cry
 
The child remained a long moment with his face still dug between the
buttocks his eyes closed he kept kissing the lips dripping with her juices.
Withdrawing, he contemplated in the pale blue moonlight the propped bottom
and the shiny extremities bulging under the fair hair. His shivering
fingers were caressing the full mass of the globes. He caressed the milky
flesh of the young girl's thighs and she let him do as he pleased, trying
to recover from the violent pleasure.
 
She turned around to face and caress the young fair-haired head of
the child still kneeling in front of her who was caressing the palpitating
belly, kissing the velvety crotch, drawing with the tip of his tongue the
contours of the delicate shaped navel.
 
Monique bent down, kissed the child on the lips; he was already
grabbing the breast by the deep opening of the blouse.
 
She guessed the desire that was coming in the child:
 
Not here, later Not everything on the same day Stop now
 
He insisted, and she resisted, so he finally gave up. Lowering her
dress, she returned with him to the house.
 
The bridge game was coming to an end, she served a couple of cold
drinks; and while she was doing so, Max, by her side murmured:
 
Does he caress well, little Monique?
 
Monique blushed. Max guessed at the lines under the eyes, and the
extraordinary light in her eyes, the result of the little walk on the
terrace. He also knew by another woman who told him that it was not the
boy's first experience in the pleasures of Sappho.
 
Little by little, all the guests departed. Monique caught the look
between her Aunt Sonia and Pierre Bernier; she also saw their lips whisper
some words.
 
Sonia looked anxious and impatient to see everyone go away. She
hardly answered Monique's chat before going away and retiring in her room.
Monique looked at her while she walked out of the living room. She was a
very elegant and appealing woman, well shaped in the clinging material of
her white dress that made her thirty-three year old body look very
sensuous. Her brown hair was a crown to her sensuous face.
 
Monique turned all the lights out and went in her room; she undressed
and caressed her languid body. Throwing a silk kimono over her shoulders
she went by the window and, leaning against the balustrade, listened to the
sounds of the night. She could breathe the soothing air coming from the
sea. Silence was complete and all the lights were turned off. Suddenly
Monique saw a shadow moving in the garden. She recognized Pierre Bernier
when he reached the terrace. He came in the house, and, a little bit later,
the light filtrated through Sonia's Venetian blinds.
 
Monique, her throat tense with desire, walked along the balcony that
was encircling the house, the wood of the balcony was still warm with the 
sun of the passed day. She came by Sonia's room and through the blades of
the Venetian blinds she peeped into the room.
 
Sonia was naked in Pierre's arms, and he was caressing her with his
delicate hands.
 
Already the man was undressing and he let Monique admire his tool, of
a reasonable size, over the round testicles, and darting from the pubic
hair like a pole.
 
Glued to each other, caressing each other, the couple's pleasure was
growing. He turned her on her back, on the bed. She lifted her widely open
legs and kneeling in front of her, he glued his mouth to her sex. Soon the
love song came in the room while he was caressing her breasts with his
nervous hands. The spasm was quick to come and she uttered a hoarse cry,
her fingers dug deep in the man's hair. He got up and lay down upon her.
His prick was in her immediately. Monique could see it go in and out
between their opened thighs. It was pumping in the pink mouth, swallowed by
the lips contracted with desire that were absorbing it completely, the
testicles were touching, flapping against the woman's buttocks, while their
mouths uttered inarticulated words of passion and love.
 
The gaudy images of Monique's school life came to her mind. It was
the first time that she saw a woman penetrated by a man's tool. Of course
she herself manipulated a rubber dildo in the cunt of her school director;
she knew the terrible pleasure that it provoked, but it had not reached the
strength of the embrace of the couple under her eyes. The male penetrated
her flesh, but never in the sex she was still a virgin. She had to, first
by force and then by pleasure, let men go deep in her guts, between the
opened buttocks. It was through her horribly distended asshole that came
the first pleasure under the male embrace.
 
Her finger on her cunt, Monique was vigorously masturbating and when
the couple, in an ultimate rattle let loose to pleasure, she came with
them, her moistened finger trembling frantically, sweat dripping at her
temples, and she uttered a deep sigh in the night. The couple separated and
as Pierre was walking to the window Monique ran back to her room. Between
the cool sheets she recovered a little tranquility, but could not find her
sleep.
 
Later, much later in the night she heard the steps of the man fade
away in the garden under the moon.



 
CHAPTER TWO

 
Monique was awakened by the sun, late in the morning. She put on a
bathing suit and called for Jacques who was playing in the garden. With him
she ran to the sea to bathe. They let the sun dry them, then crossed the
lane to return to the villa but he stopped her by a bush, and pointing at
her breasts under the brassiere of her bathing costume, he said:
 
You promised me
 
She smiled and refused. He insisted, getting closer to her, she could
feel his virility getting bigger under the material of his trunks. A
strange feeling came in her mind, and in her body. She moved a little bit
away from him, looked around and undid her brassiere. He contemplated her,
stunned, as if he could not believe what his eyes saw. The two huge globes
were pointing upwards, milky, round, perfectly horizontal, with their
nipples a nice dark pink, a little bit elongated by the repeated deep
suctions and other treatments that she suffered for years. They were like
two of the hardest exotic fruits pointing on her palpitating body. Monique
knew how beautiful her breasts were, how many times had she seen the desire
in the wondering looks of the little girls, women, and also the few men who
contemplated the naked torso. Even under the blouse they did not pass
unnoticed. But also, what tortures did she have to endure because of those

 
Jacques, his mouth dry with emotion, caressed with trembling fingers
the hardened teats, then sucked greedily at the sensitive nipples. Sweet
and soft sucking came first of all, then he got more demanding and
voracious, as his hands were caressing the waist, the flat stomach, and the
firm buttocks. Monique let the young boy use and abuse her flesh, but when
she felt the excitation come in her too, she remembered the afternoon at
the club

 
Be patient darling, she said freeing herself with difficulties from
the embrace of the child. Let me go, let me another time, I promise you,
I will let you do anything another time
 
She covered him with passionate kisses while the young fingers were
caressing the huge globes and the lips posing everywhere on the salted
skin.
 
She succeeded in freeing herself, but while she was putting her
brassiere, he, always kneeling, was kissing the inside of her thighs, then
her pubis. At last she got up and running with him to appease their senses,
they went back to the villa.
 
She listened to the day's program from Sonia, whose tired eyes proved
how delightfully hard the combat with Pierre must have been. She was
annoyed to hear that people were expected at the villa in the afternoon,
but, on the other hand, Sonia was going out the same night.
 
In the afternoon she took her nap, while waiting for the visitors.
Naked on her bed, her eyes half closed, a cigarette between her lips, she
reviewed the main events of her life.
 
It had been a very ordinary life. Her parents were not rich. She
studied till she was twelve and that was all. Then her father died. The
mother, a very young, good musician, suffered from the loneliness of her
condition, but because of her beauty, she was surrounded by a court of
admirers. Certain of those admirers, Monique understood later, financially
helped her, and received in exchange the mother's embrace. But it was all 
very discreet and tactful.
 
Monique was a big girl, physically quite advanced for her age. Her
shape was full of promise and very often she was the subject of the
attention of her mother's friends. In the beginning, Monique did not react,
did not understand-then a vicious friend of hers educated her, and revealed
to her Sapphic pleasures which developed very rapidly in her a taste for
voluptuousness.
 
Through that bias, she understood the attraction of one body for
another body, particularly by means of her breasts and buttocks. She
understood the meaning of men's caresses in spite of a certain innocence as
to what use could be made of her sex out of the caresses of an expert
tongue. She thought that that was the highest peak that one could reach in
pleasure through sex, and that nothing else was to be expected from it. As
she was logical, she gave the caress back, in spite of the fact that she
did not like to do it as much as to receive it. She learned how to make her
body look better with the little lingerie that she had. Another girl
friend, a schoolmate with richer parents, gave her a grand taste for
delicate underclothes and in spite of her very young age, she often admired
her own modest lingerie in the mirror.
 
This was not unnoticed by the house's familiars. One of the men, more
audacious, taking less care of the mother, reported his diligent attention.
One night she went with her mother and another friend, to this man's house
for dinner. After the dinner, as everyone was gay and happy from the meal
and the fine wines, she went out with the old friend, while her mother and
the other guest went into the garden, apparently to chit chat. As soon as
Monique and the man were alone together, he drew her close to him. He put
his hand into her blouse and touched the already round and firm breasts
under the brassiere. She let him do it half out of curiosity and half out
of vice, and it excited her. He was talking slowly, gently, tenderly, and
when he slid his hand under the short skirt, she let him crumple the little
pants. She felt the air on her naked buttocks, on her belly, on her naked
thighs. With her thighs closed together at first, she let him caress her
propped bottom. She resisted a long moment, scared by the finger that was
trying to insinuate itself between her thighs, and gave up under its
lascivious caress. He was gentle, not brutal at all. He was expert in the
art of caressing Monique's little rose, pointed, hardened, and damp. She
let pleasure engulf her, half troubled by the wines and by the perverse
caresses. Everything was turning around her, as in a merry-go-round.
 
He took off the little leather belt, and before she could protest,
lifted up skirt and slip, up to the neck. He rapidly admired in the
moonlight the body precociously formed; and he sucked at the breasts and
gave a few crazy caresses
 
Then he let her dress herself again, silent, ashamed. Then he took
her in his arms and quieted her, as she nervously had started crying. He
dried her tears and promised her all kind of things. They walked together
back to the house and met the guests. Someone was very busy behind some 
bushes with Monique's mother. When she saw the couple, she readjusted her
blouse and skirt very quickly, but not quickly enough for her daughter not
to notice it the little girl dwelt a long time on what she had seen. She
then compared herself to her mother and in her mind came a new conception
of existence. Then she came back and hugged her mother without resenting in
the least what she had just discovered.
 
More than once she had to bear the caresses of the old friend; either
a furtive touch on her naked buttocks under the dress, or, when more at
ease, he could open her blouse and suck at the already huge bosom. But it
took long months before he could bring her to his place and turn her over
on a sofa. Then only he was able to suck at the young sex that nothing but
the tongues and fingers of her little friends had polluted before.
 
She loved that moment of passivity of abandon, when the nakedness of
her belly and of her most intimate spots was unveiled and offered to the
looks of the man. She hardly sighed when he dug his forefinger between her
buttocks, dilating the curled mouth that had never been penetrated by
anything other than the nozzles of the enemas she had received when ill. He
had to restrain himself in order not to scare her by too many strong
advances the first day; he had to wait until she lost the last remnants of
modesty remaining to her. One day, a Thursday, she found him naked in a
bathrobe. Her will subdued by long caresses, her body aching from desire
after the repeated suckings that drew constant cries from her dry throat
and distorted her body in the most provocative postures, she did not refuse
to caress the erected phallus, to take it between her virgin lips, to put
her tongue on the hard end while the man with his finger was dampening his
hand and preparing her little asshole for a monstrous assault.
 
When he felt that the hole was softened enough, he moved his tool out
of the little girl's mouth, bent over her without touching her, put his
prick on the opulent globes of her buttocks and slowly insinuated it in the
slit that separated them. He moved slowly trying to find the hole, and
suddenly he felt it at the tip of his tool. He held his breath, hardly
moving while Monique, her heart beating at full speed, was waiting. She did
not know, not yet. He slowly pushed in, and the supple yet powerful pole
penetrated a few millimeters. He pushed harder, dilating the little ring of
flesh that slowly encircled his member. As he pushed pain flashed through
Monique's flesh. She sighed and looked at the man with anxiety in her eyes.
He read in her eyes that she was scared, but the male's desire was
horrible. He felt that she wanted to move away, thought that after that
test it all would be over, that she would never accept to do it again. He
wanted rape. He took her by the shoulders, whispering love words and
pushing, always pushing his member ahead in the contracted and resistant
flesh. The member seemed to be bending. Monique was half crying. No, no,
not there. You are hurting me! I want to go. Let me go.
 
Then he got scared-he grabbed her by the buttocks and with one
violent thrust he pushed with all his strength. A horrible shout came out
of the girl's mouth, soon covered by the mouth of the man. The man's belly 
was glued to the little girl's pubis, his testicles squeezed against her
buttocks. His member was in her ass up to the hilt.
 
There was an instant of silence. The man could feel the child's heart
beat under her chest, then tears, hollering. He could not master his
nerves; he grabbed the girl's wrists to stop her hands from lacerating his
back. He choked her with his sucking mouth and with long and powerful
moves, he sodomized the young girl. It was a rape that she remembered long
after it was committed. When he finally let her go, after letting his
greasy sap splurt in her asshole, she got up. Her face was hostile. Without
a word she dressed herself as he smoked a cigarette. Then she looked at the
room where she had spent some unforgettable moments, and that now horrified
her. She looked him straight in the eyes and despisingly just said one
word: Imbecile! The word seemed to contain as many regrets for the
brutally lost dream, as distaste for the stupid and too voracious male.
 
Ever after that day she avoided his company; in spite of his gifts
and promises she never went back to his house. But at the same time she
attracted the attention of her mother's lover. Sometimes, and more often
every week, he used to come a little bit before the time when he thought
that he would meet his mistress, just to talk with Monique who always
stayed at home. Half vice, half jealousy, she accepted the game, and soon
enough Jef (that was the man's name) had the right to caress the pulpy
buttocks and the well developed bosom under the thin material of the
blouse. Then one day he could put his lips on the clitoris, hardened and
pointing under the exciting caress Fast and unquiet embrace because of the
possibility of her mother's return. It was the only time, because her
mother soon realized which body was most attractive in Jef's mind, and
after the vacations Monique was sent to a boarding school away from Paris
 
Monique stretched on her bed, got up, looked by the window at the
silent garden under the sun of that hot afternoon Her fingers caressed her
hardened bosom. She lit another cigarette, went back to her bed, and let
the souvenirs come back to her memory.
 
Thirteen, fourteen fifteen, three birthdays that she spent in a
convent. Intelligent she passed over one year, and was admitted with the
seniors. That was a moment in her sexual life. With the age the passions
were stronger and the perversions were displayed with more courage. First
of all it was nothing but little jealousies that found her one day, lying
on her bed, with four pupils holding her crucified members lying on her
belly, while a senior was spanking her buttocks. Solange was there
finding a revenge for some petty mistake of Monique Her buttocks reddened
by the correction, burning hot, and after that she had to support five
times the sucking of her breasts and her sex, each time up to the spasm.
 
Then sixteen, the year of the Baccalaureat (French graduation) work,
and also mourning  her mother died one night from a heart attack. Monique
arrived home too late to see her. Deep sorrow. Her Aunt Sonia was named her
legal tutor. There was no fortune, happily enough, to pay for the second
part of her graduation.
 
And work started again. Monique, understanding quite well her
situation, worked with all her strength. Nothing happened but the caresses
and embraces of her little friends, in love with her breasts and sex.
 
Then the vacations by the Mediterranean seaside, alone, with only
little Jacques as companion. She was more a tutor than a playmate.
 
Then again the convent, with the same rite, the same embraces, the
same work, and the success at the end of the road for her exams. Once again
other vacations-more agitation this time-with the desire of the male around
her silent at first, then more insinuating and precise every day. The least
caress, the least suggestion was awakening powerful sensations in her body.
And at last the embrace of a little girl friend-her partner in swimming and
sports games that soon also became her partner in other games. Brutal and
greedy was the embrace that found them every night on the dunes where their
tempers allowed them to repeated caresses, embraces during which, little by
little, Monique indulged in letting her body be flagellated by supple and
long seaweeds. Peggy (that was the girl's name) had that vice, that
passion, to hurt and whip the buttocks of her little friends. She also did
it with her hands, seeming to find a special pleasure in hearing the noise
of her dry hands on the fleshy buttocks. In Monique Peggy found a very
gifted disciple. One day, because her hands were burning after a solid
spanking, Peggy had to stop. Monique suggested her to take a branch of
Tamaris, and Peggy manipulated that whip with dexterity; soon, Monique's
bottom was looking like a red sphere, and when the branch had lost all its
leaves, she ordered Monique to turn over, and opening the compass of her
round thighs, she sucked avidly the offered and damp sex.



 
CHAPTER THREE

 
Days ran away; already October was getting closer. A solution to the
difficulties of life had to be found. What to do? One day, Max Darcourt
proposed to write to the headmistress of a boarding school in Bretagne  he
knew her personally. Maybe she could take Monique as schoolmistress under
good conditions. The young girl agreed to the idea. Letters being
exchanged, the propositions revealed interesting potentials for the young
girl and she finally accepted. As soon as it was confirmed that she could
have the job, she went to see Max Dar-court one evening after dinner. The
weather was hot in spite of the late hour. They walked together in the
garden amidst the cacti and bushy pine trees, Max admiring under the flimsy
material of her dress the beautiful figure of the girl. He discreetly
courted her and, as she was asking him, standing by his side, what she
could do to thank him for finding such an interesting position for her, he
came closer to her and with a few phrases whispered in low tones, he
expressed his desire.
 
In the dark, Monique felt herself blushing. A strange sensation swept
over her. As in a dream, she put her hands on her breasts that he had asked
to caress. In the silence one could hear the beat of Monique's heart. She
stood there motionless, hesitating, shocked in her reserve. But her taste
for showing her own beauty was stronger With trembling fingers she
unbuttoned the white blouse, under which she was naked. Max was looking at
Monique's eyes, not at the breasts that were slowly being uncovered. A kind
of fascination came from his eyes. He guessed the gestures of the
consenting young girl, and awaited the sign that would allow him, without
any disappointment, to seize the adorable breasts between his lips.
Suddenly came a sigh, and the eyes closed. Then-and only then-did Max look
at her body; he was taken aback, the blouse had slid completely off and was
hanging from Monique's arms.
 
The torso is naked, and in front of Max's eyes are her breasts. His
hand starts a long caress on her cunt. A more precise caress confirms her
virginity, and she shivers
 
Then he masturbates her passionately, and soon, moaning and panting,
Monique abandons herself to the pleasure that engulfs her. But Max also
wants his share of pleasure. He props her, without stopping his caress,
against a young pine; his hand unbuttons his pants, and the erected and
hard phallus flashes out. He comes closer. She lets him turn her over, and
now she faces the stem of the tree, moaning and rattling with pleasure. She
has her arms folded, her head to one side; Max is behind her, glued to her.
She feels against her buttocks the member that palpitates, and also the
warm belly that shivers, covered with coarse and curly hair. She is a
little bit anxious, but he masturbates her with skill and she does not stop
being excited. Then with one hand he takes in his palm one of her
voluminous breasts, caressing the pink extremity as he kisses her neck, his
tool insinuates between her buttocks, and brushes the hair of her sex.
While masturbating her excited clitoris, he caresses with the tip of his
member-reddened by the effort-the wet lips of her cunt. He rubs the lips
slowly, moistened by her own juices, and Monique, completely subdued, let
him do what he wants. She now sighs and moans all the time. Her bottom is
quivering in an exciting dance that attracts the male and excites him. He
digs his prick higher between the buttocks, trying to find the asshole.
 
Monique protests; she would like to move away. She could easily do
so, but a monstrous desire, the wish of an intense pleasure, maintains her
on the spot. She now desires but one thing-to forget the pain of the first
rape. She feels the head of the member, lubricated by her own juices,
sliding into her secret mouth. Then she offers her bottom, set for the new
rape, and he, with a hoarse cry, his legs trembling with desire, draws the
bottom close. He clutches the two breasts, hard as calabashes with dark
pink teats and  pointing in the middle like little cherries, the erected
nipples.
 
Max did not think that she could have such a perfectly shaped and
firm pair of breasts. He could not move, so great was the surprise; then,
softly, he put his lips on one of the teats and sucked the whole nipple. He
let the warm flesh fill his mouth completely, as his hands went caressing
all over her torso.
 
In the silence of the night, disturbed only by the sudden whistle of
a bird, begins a slow and elaborate sucking of the bosom that, little by
little, brings Monique into a state of deep excitation. The expert tongue
caresses, titillates, sucks, licks, and wanders all around the whole globe
of the breast, bringing at each second a deeper and more violent
excitation. He sucks first at the nipple, then the whole breast till the
globe is shiny with saliva. He feels the trouble of the girl. He is so sure
that she will consent that he puts his hands under the dress and slowly
comes up along the inside of the thighs. Wonderful rotundities! His hand
lazily wanders on the marvelous dunes, presses the perfect, round globes,
feels the consenting flesh, while Monique sighs softly, purrs, still
leaning against a pine tree. The dress is unhooked at the belt; it slides
off under the pressure of expert fingers. Monique thinks that she cannot
take anything else, she is going to faint. She does not resist when the
hands force her knees apart. In the blue light of the night, she is nothing
else than a white figure contrasted against the black background, a body
distorted by pleasure, undulating under his caresses. She feels it as he
goes along the inside of her thighs; she knows-she knows what he is going
to do. Then he finally reaches the burning sex. He takes the mouth that
cannot refuse his kiss. His tongue struggles in the damp darkness slowly,
inch by inch, he lets his huge pole penetrate the distorted little opening.
 
Soft contraction of the burning muscles on that fleshy pole-was
Monique hurt? She did not realize it. She remembered a dim pain mixed with
pleasure Her contracted position, the approach of the spasm made her open
the velvety sheath more, like the mouth of some voracious ghoul. That, and
the compressibility of Max's phallus were the causes of an easy
penetration. Once again, Monique could feel the hard belly glued to her
body, but this time the voluptuous pole was in her. She was not thinking
about her shameful position. She gave herself completely to Max's ardent
and passionate sodomizing, enjoying for the first time with a rare pleasure
the feel of a male's flesh in her own secret place.
 
Max, glued against her back, was biting the nape of her neck,
pressing her large breasts that moved at each thrust of his powerful tool
up her ass. Everything was dimming in front of Monique's eyes as she felt
the unknown and marvelous spasm come, come, come. She uttered a continuous
moan, full of naked desire, and propped her bottom so that the penetration
would be more intense and would go deeper. Impaled on the prick, she
rotated, accentuating the pleasure that she was giving to the male, and the
spasms came-terrible for both of them; She felt in her the beat of the
canal, suddenly inflated by the coming of his sperm. And then the hot
splurt came in her and they both uttered meaningless words and sounds of
ecstasy.
 
Still caressing the beautiful and exhausted body, Max restored a
little bit of order to his attire, then he caressed her and caressed her 
breasts. Then she dressed herself, and recovered her composure. Max
succeeded in avoiding words or allusions that would shock her. Then he took
her away from the place of the rape (he thought that he was the first).
When they arrived at his place, whose windows opened on the sea, he offered
her some Port wine.
 
Then he took her in his arms, and spoke to her. He let her understand
that, at the boarding school, the headmistress had a knack for pretty
girls. She would have to be obedient because the director had a propensity
for corporal chastisement. He would impatiently wait for the vacations and
weekend leaves. He would ask to be her correspondent so that she would not
be alone when she came to Paris.
 
Tranquilized, she let him caress her, and pour her some more Port.
She could feel his hands run across her large protruding buttocks and when
he bent down to cover the two spheres with ardent kisses, she did not
protest. Soon she fell back onto a pillow placed by a window, and he knelt
by her, and glued his mouth to the palpitating sex. He sucked at her
intently and pressed the erected clitoris between his tightened lips. The
spasm soon came and contracted her splendid body, racking her with a long,
deep moans.
 
She got up fast the last embrace, and he took her back to her aunt.
 
Later she left there, and arrived at the convent.
 
Monique, while remembering those delightful memories, had caressed
her sex with soft and rapid motions of her finger. She came violently and
sank into oblivion. Later she got up, drank some fresh water, and returned
to her cooled bed. She closed her eyes, and again remembered.



 
CHAPTER FOUR

 
Monique arrived at the boarding school one sad evening. It was an
ancient abbey, rebuilt by some gentleman and given to Mrs. Merval, who had
installed in it a boarding school for rich young girls. The school had only
two classes, one for the children of twelve years of age, and the other for
the children of fifteen and over, preparing for examinations. The boarding
school was located in a deserted area in the moors of Bretagne, and was
surrounded by a huge park. The center of the building was essentially for
the school; one of the wings was for the headmistress' apartments, and the
other for the commons. The whole building had been equipped with all of the
latest comforts.
 
The car, sent specially for her at the station, brought Monique to
the front porch of the school, where a young shy looking supervisor
welcomed her and showed her to her room. In the meantime she helped Monique
to arrange her things in her room, and told her that she would see the
headmistress the next day. The supervisor's name was Maud. She was petite,
fair-haired and pretty, with a figure full of dimples and rotundities 
wherever it had to be dimpled or round. She was wearing a black silk dress
under which the eye could catch the shape of the brassiere and panties. She
also had on black silk stockings, and varnished, high heel shoes. A zipper
held the dress closed at the front from the collar to the knees. The dress
was conceived to show and emphasize the contours of the body, but it was
still stern looking and serious. A little white lace collar encircled the
delicate neck, and she wore a little black velvet cap slightly inclined on
one side of the face, its edges concealed by the fair curls of her hair.
 
Monique admired the costume.
 
It will be the same for you tomorrow, if the seamstress has enough
time to finish it, replied the supervisor.
 
Then she left Monique, after giving her a last, greedy look,
contemplating with astonishment and wonder the perfection of the young
girl's figure.
 
Monique was awakened by the shoutings of the children in the park. It
was late, and she was feeling self-conscious. The sun was shining and gave
the whole house a charming aspect. She washed herself and made up
cautiously, and soon somebody came to take her to the headmistress through
the long, empty dormitories.
 
She found herself facing a young woman, hardly thirty-five, more than
pretty, with her brown hair pulled back and done in a chignon on the nape
of her neck, with a fringe to soften the contour of her forehead. She had
delicate and handsome features. Her slightly gray eyes had a cruel look
that did not go with the shapely mouth, or its sensuous lips. The slim yet
muscled body, was dressed in a kind of long-sleeved bodice, made of black
silk, that molded in a provocative way the shape of the torso clinging to
each curve, and Monique had to admit that the breasts were exceptionally
firm and high. The V decollete went curiously down to the belt, passing
between the two round breasts. The skirt, very short, stopped far higher
than the knees and covered the lower part of the body and the upper part of
the thighs. The legs were propped out of the silky material of the dress
and were of perfect shape. Black silk stockings and high heel shoes
completed the headmistress' attire.
 
Sylvie Merval welcomed Monique very kindly, asked her about her first
night in the house, and her trip. While speaking to Monique, the
headmistress let her eyes wander over the young girl's charms. She noted
appreciatively the curve of her legs, and letting her eyes look between the
legs where the knees were unveiled by the short skirt, she tried to see the
mysterious corners of her femininity. Since Sylvie had just received a
letter from her friend, Max, regarding Monique, she knew what a hot
voluptuous temper the girl had.
 
She told Monique about the schedules and the kind of studies that the
institution offered the pupils. She also talked about the discipline that
she expected from everyone-the children as well as the masters. Monique, in
the beginning, would have to be in charge of the science classes for the
youngest girls.
 
In here, the headmistress added, when a fault has been committed,
the pupils are not deprived of this or that. Nature gave those children
certain advantages and it is your duty to use and abuse those charms to
inflict the chastisement that you will judge adequate. As far as you are
concerned, the same treatment will be applied to you every time that I
judge it necessary to help you to become the exceptional being that you
must become. You all have equal status between teachers, supervisors, and
all the members of my staff.
 
Then she took Monique into a narrow corridor and up to a room where a
pleasant young woman was expecting them.
 
Nine, you will give Miss Monique a uniform for the first visit with
her colleagues. You will also take her measurements for the other
uniforms.
 
The headmistress then disappeared and soon Monique found herself as
naked as the day of her birth in front of the thoughtful woman, whose
luscious eyes told of her desire as clearly as words. Half caressing her,
she put on black silk stockings, high heel shoes, and a very short velvet
dress that stopped high above the knees. It had a little leather belt, very
tight around the thin waist. At the least movement the legs showed nearly
completely, and when she was walking one could see the black garters and a
little bit of white flesh above the black stockings. She posed the little
black velvet cap on Monique's head, enjoying the alluring charm that it
gave to the young face, and drawing Monique close to her, sat her on her
knees. She seized her by her wrists and said, May 1? It is a tradition
here and between her lips she caught one of the erected nipples.
 
She stopped when she heard Monique's excited moans. She took the
young girl in her arms and gave her a long kiss on the mouth while her
fingers tested the young girl's virginity. When she heard the little cry of
pain and surprise she whispered:
 
Too bad. Look what you could have received, absorbed in you
 
From a chest of drawers she pulled a hard phallus, covered with dark
blue velvet. Suddenly anxious, Monique moved away, and that movement
surprised the girl, who shrugged her shoulders as if she could not care
less, and tightened a black silk bodice around Monique's torso. It covered
the breasts and the back, but was very deeply opened in front, and the
round contour of the breasts were visible. Then the seamstress rang a bell
and a servant brought Monique back to the headmistress's office.
 
Then she visited the house, and she was introduced to all the
teachers in their different classes. The teachers were all young girls. The
pupils were not too many. The Juniors were wearing black shorts and a
white shirt with short sleeves. The Seniors, aged between 15 and 16, wore
a flared and very short skirt that stopped at the middle of their thighs,
black silk stockings, varnished shoes, and a little black cardigan. The
cardigan was made of a very thin material-some kind of jersey-that let you
see, and even emphasized the already round curves of the young girls. A
little white leather belt accentuated the slimness of the waist and a 
little white collar accented the young faces. On their heads they all had
the same type of little hat with the hair puffing around it. They were all
wearing a certain type of panties that only covered the pubis and left the
buttocks naked. The sight of those girls, in natural poses, displaying
under their short skirts their naked thighs between the black stockings and
the little panties, was very exciting.
 
The teachers were dressed like Monique, but no pants were veiling
their most intimate parts. They were sitting on a little platform where was
also a blackboard, a leather armchair, and in one corner, a little table.
During the lectures the children could admire the underclothes of their
teachers. Any punishments were given privately in front or by the
headmistress and always in front of the teachers who wanted to be present.
 
During the pauses, the pupils moved about in little groups, or two by
two, and it was easy to see the lesbian affinities existing between them.
The mistress had her own court of worshippers, but during the day, all
caresses were strictly forbidden and any disobedience was severely punished
the very same evening. But at night, on the contrary, everything was
allowed.
 
In the class that was going to be hers, Monique was listening to the
lecture made by a supplement teacher. She could see the excitement grow in
the eyes of her pupils while the children were watching her legs and her
intimate parts, and getting more excited each time she opened her legs a
little bit wider. After their evening meal, the children were left under
the control of the supervisors and the teachers gathered in a separate
lounge. Monique then got more acquainted with her colleagues  all pleasant
looking. The dresses were covering or unveiling the most exquisite
treasures, the biggest variety of types and shapes. Among these with the
most beautiful breasts, Monique was really the goddess. And by the end of
the meal she had to expose her bosom and undergo-while her colleagues were
holding her wrists-the quadruple sucking of her nipples.
 
When retiring to her bedroom she found a girl named Gisele in her
bed. According to the tradition, the young supple body was to be her bed
partner for the night. Each night a different pupil was at the disposal of
the mistress, and soon between the white, linen covered walls of the little
room came the voluptuous sighs of Monique being sucked with a rare mastery
by the young and expert mouth.
 
As days passed by, Monique found herself one night the guest of the
headmistress. That happened to all the teachers. A little dinner, just the
two of them. Alone with that delightfully undressed woman, then together on
the vast couch, where both bodies, completely naked, soon indulged in the
most fascinating caresses. In those moments there was no superior or
employee, the headmistress was equal in vice to her inferior as she tried
to test the physical capabilities of her partner. In her voluptuous
ecstasy, Monique felt the bite of the lash of a little whip, and her
buttocks shivered under the slapping, spanking, and pinching of an alert
and expert hand. A sweet drowsiness came over her, and she thought that she
loved that kind of pleasure. She only turned over when the headmistress,
taking a leather whip, slashed it across the sensitive bottom and hurt her
flesh. But also, what a reward; that delightful sucking-and the curious
finger trying to force its way in her asshole in a sweet and intense
caress. The second time, the headmistress changed her method, and before
any pleasure, Monique had to support the consequences of the mistress's
passion for flagellation. It was only when her ass was nothing but a
painful and reddened sphere that Monique could receive on her sex, in her
sex, the sucking that quieted all sufferings and gave meaning to the pains
that she just endured. The headmistress taught her the most provocative
poses and taught her also to present her bottom in such a way that her
intimacy was visible daringly from any side. What was her purpose? Monique
only knew it later, but when the headmistress introduced in her ass various
kind of nozzles, she revived the deep sensations of her rape, and of her
sodomization by Max. Perceiving in Monique exceptional qualities, the
headmistress had her by her side more often than was her turn, and one
night she told her:
 
Tonight, a certain number of friends of mine will come. You will
join us.
 
On the same night, Monique, dressed like the pupils-her legs molded
in flimsy black silk stockings, her torso revealed by an outrageously
clinging bodice of the same black silk, with a little black mask on her
face, just underlining the slanted almonds of her eyes- walked in a lounge
with the headmistress. She stopped, taken aback; in the room were a
middle-aged man, and a rather plump woman, all dressed in black. The man
also wore a mask.
 
Monique, with an uncertain discomfort growing in her, had to serve
the coffee on a low table that obliged her to show her rotundities under
the high-lifted dress.
 
The room was silent, and a touch of luxury was everywhere in the air.
A few drinks were enough to break Monique's resistance, and when the
headmistress took her in her arms, lifting her dress and caressing and
fondling her in front of the guests, she did not resist. She loved the cold
breeze on her naked buttocks and the silent caress of the eyes on her
flesh.
 
She was turned over and her flat stomach and velvety pubis appeared
in front of the greedy eyes of the couple. The skirt fell back, and from
the unbuttoned bodice the two breasts surged, erect and hard, shivering
under the headmistress' fingers. The skirt, also unhooked, fell to the
ground. Monique, naked, was offered to the contemplation of the guests,
pushed against them, thrown over the couch, where two greedy mouths sucked
immediately at her breasts. Passion arose violently in Monique's body, as
she felt her legs being separated, opened, and the headmistress' mouth
sucking at her cunt. She did not see that the man and his partner were
undressing, but she felt their naked bodies against hers. But already the
headmistress was reassuring her, and leaving her in the man's arms, took 
the woman to a narrow couch where she beat on her back with leather straps.
Riding on the woman's belly she started a slow and strong caress, cruel and
painful, so strong was the grip of her fingers on the soft flesh. The
breasts were enormous, a little too soft perhaps, with long, thick nipples.
The headmistress was feeling them with her hands, pinching the nipples with
all her force, pulling, distorting, flapping the heavy teats one against
the other. With a soft flapping sound the globes were thrust against each
other. And in the room came the hoarse and continuous song of love.
 
Monique, whose nipples were being delicately titillated by the man's
agile tongue, wondered how the woman could endure such a torture. Her torso
was undulating in all directions as if trying to escape the pitiless hands
of her sweet tormentor, and from her distorted mouth came an atrocious
rattle that did not stop the fury of the headmistress.
 
Sylvie Merval, her eyes shining diabolically, was passionately
torturing the offered breasts, strange and meaningless words escaping from
her mouth. At last she stopped, leaving the woman motionless. She took two
whips, gave the man the longest, and bending over Monique told her in a
whisper:
 
Darling, give your buttocks to his caresses so that I can whip her
in exchange.
 
She passionately kissed Monique's lips, and affectionately spanked
her. Her hand was soon replaced by the man's hand. Monique shivered from
her hair to her toes under the voluptuous blows. His hands were harder,
drier, and hurt more. Her flesh was awakened by the soft fever that came
under the skin, by the obscene posture, by the complete submission into
which she felt herself failing, abandoning all restraint. Suddenly terrible
cries came in the room where the lashes of Sylvie's whip were torturing the
breasts of the woman.
 
Monique, more and more excited, could see the lashes falling on the
delicate flesh of the breasts. They were rolling from one side to another,
the tips stretched under the lashes that pulled the nipples, uplifting the
whole huge mass of the globes. Monique could hardly feel the ardent
flogging of the man who was cleverly handling his whip. She was opening her
thighs according to his desire, unconscious of how lasciviously she was
offering herself to him. She was just listening to the moans of the
tortured woman. A savage beat was hammering at her temples, her ears were
full of sounds that she had never heard before. She could hardly feel the
man's finger insinuating between her buttocks, forcing the little opening
of her anus, while his mouth gave her bottom little bites. She found
herself kneeling by the side of the sofa, under the lash again, her bottom
jutting, offered to the cool contact of a vase-lined nozzle too soon
withdrawn. Then she felt other flesh against her most secret parts. By an
instinctive movement of protection she put her hand to her sex, but already
the hardened head of the man's prick was forcing itself into the puckered
little mouth, thrusting itself deep in it, and the flesh was sliding into
her own flesh, palpitating flesh shivering and trembling in her 
desire-contracted belly. The sound of the man's belly slapping against her
buttocks resounded, while his hands caressed her flanks.
 
And the woman's voice, hollering: Fuck her, Jacques! Impale her! Be
my vengeance, my love! Aah! Ooooh
 
And the whiz of the whip that caresses, embraces the burning breasts,
covering them with dark blue streaks.
 
The man rattled his pleasure into Monique's ear. She gave herself up
to his savage sodomization. Enjoying the pleasure, moaning with luxury,
contracting herself on the pole, as if she wanted to hold it in her, she
squeezed it in her muscled and slimy sheath up to the hilt until the spasm
finally came. The man spurted his burning sap in her and fell upon her,
while, with a last blow, Sylvie brought a few drops of blood to the nipples
of the tortured woman.
 
Naked, Monique ran to her room where she fell prostrate with shame,
but the cool caress of a childish mouth soon erased all remorse and slowly
put her to sleep.
 
As days went by, Monique watched the punishments of certain pupils in
front of the headmistress. The erotic spankings always brought a child more
excitement than pain, and they seldom feared the lightly handled whip.
 
Then one night, with her colleagues, she was ordered to Sylvie, and
witnessed the punishment of Maria, the Latin teacher. A strong creature,
without great beauty, she had heavy breasts that hung slightly low on her
torso, and a plump bottom with a deep slit. She was naked except for her
stockings and high heel shoes. The room, discreetly lit by one lamp, was
perfectly silent; from the ceiling hung two ropes with leather bracelets
near the wall at the opposite side of the room. Maria's hands were
tightened into the contraption and then suddenly pulled up as the ropes
lifted her arms. She was like a flesh Y hanging from the ceiling. Then her
legs were also separated and widely opened with two other leather bracelets
that were fixed to the ground, so that her body looked more like an X.
Maria was thus offered to the scrutiny of her colleagues, standing up, her
belly slightly protruding with its deep and long navel in the center, and
the nearly hairless pubis.
 
In front of her, Sylvie sat on a chair, and at a signal, three young
girls placed themselves by Maria's side. Two of them began sucking at her
breasts while the other one slowly caressed her flanks, her thighs, her
buttocks, slowly provoking a terrible excitation in the girl's body.
 
Then, whispered Sylvie, little Maria, you refuse to let your
colleagues caress you?
 
Maria, softly moaning with the voluptuousness of the moment, was
bending in her ties, and at a signal the girls stopped their caresses and
Sylvie, taking a whip with thin lashes, placed herself by Maria's side and
started flogging the young girl's heavy teats.
 
Like a puppet, Maria, held by the ropes, was unable to escape the
whip's cruel biting. She trembled and quivered under the blows that were
falling on her skin, harder and harder each time. Soft hissing of the whip 
against the painful skin. The three girls, hugged into each other's arms,
were caressing their buttocks softly.
 
Louder and louder cries came in the room, and one could guess the
pain of the convulsed girl. The erect nipples were sucked, licked,
stretched by the lash, and became bigger and bigger. After two particularly
hard blows Sylvie stopped, but it was only to take another stick and start
hitting the bouncy buttocks. The leather seemed to disappear in the soft
flesh, and the hissing of the whip ended in a mushy noise that was very
exciting. Immediately after the shock the girl uttered a louder cry and
distorted her body in the ropes of the contraption. The pain became
unbearable and her moaning grew hoarser.
 
Enough! Oooh! Enough! Not there enough enough!
 
But Sylvie did not seem to get tired. Finally she let the girl rest
and caressed her softly. Then she took another whip that was made of a
multitude of thin, round, hard leather lashes. Behind the girl, stretched
on her opened legs, she threw the whip from the ground to the ceiling, and
the lashes went crashing on the half-opened cunt, their ends hurting the
velvety pubis. A shout, a desperate try to draw back and the anguished
woman felt the hard biting of the lashes insinuating between the curled
lips of her sex.
 
Pitiless, Sylvie kept flogging with hard strokes the fragile and
sweet flesh of those in-sides which only received soft caresses before. At
each blow, the girl recoiled into the ropes, and undulated in the most
voluptuous way in front of her colleagues. Each time the lashes fell on her
pubis and it became a dark pink color; the erected clitoris, burning with
pain, was emerging from the hot, yawning lips of her cunt.
 
At last Sylvie stopped the abominable flogging, sat down to
contemplate the heavy breathing, nearly unconscious girl.
 
At a signal she was released from the ropes that held her legs, so
she could stand on her feet; she was already more at ease now that her
thighs were closed again. But already Sylvie was asking for the piano
stool. At the mere sight of the instrument, Maria's eyes filled with fear.
 
It was a wooden stool with a long screw that could regulate its
height. The saddle was very narrow, merely a circle of wood of about eight
inches in diameter, and from its middle a huge screw protruded. Margaret
brought Sylvie a case in which were a certain number of hardened rubber
nozzles of various shapes. She took one, about ten inches long and 2 1/2
inches wide, the extremity of which was large and olive shaped. She gave it
to Margaret who fixed it to the screw on the stool, and put vaseline on the
erect shaft. She put the stool behind the girl whose arms were still tied.
The ropes that held Maria's wrists were unknotted, and immediately she put
her hands to her breasts and caressed their red, painful extremities.
 
Sylvie raised up, took a whip, and coming to Maria, told her:
 
Now darling, are you going to be good and play us a little tune on
that piano?
 
The girl stared at Sylvie who menacingly held the whip over her head:
 
Sit down immediately on that pretty stool!
 
A crack of the whip landed on the girl's belly, she bent down and
hollered:
 
Yes yes, I'll sit down. Enough, enough!
 
Silence fell on the room, the girl opened her knees, bent her legs,
held the sides of the stool with both hands.
 
Hands off! And another blow fell on the reddened buttocks. Maria
took her hands away and placed them on her trembling knees. She squatted
slowly, while all the girls came behind her, closer, looking avidly at the
shaft pointed toward the ass. Already the anus was touching the immense
looking pole. Sobbing, Maria leaned against that pole that slowly slid in
her, distending the contracted asshole.
 
No, no, not thaT! Oooh, I OOOH!
 
The lashes cracked again on the naked shoulders and the body slid
down, little by little. One could hear the soft hissing of the flesh
sliding swiftly on the greased pole as the dildo was absorbed slowly. The
girls were gasping as if being fucked; they were caressing their own
buttocks and their fingers were working into their assholes. They
remembered sitting on that same stool.
 
And the pole slid, absorbed, disappeared; in a sigh of shame, but
also of relief from Maria, the buttocks glued themselves to the wooden
basis of the stool.
 
Then after a little while, Sylvie obliged her to move on the stool,
to have the pole slide into her guts. She disimpaled her with one hard move
and Maria had to sit down again on the prick. But as the anus was used to
the size of the tool, it accepted with more facility that new intrusion.
 
Then they freed the girl, and throwing her on the couch, Sylvie
abandoned her to the caresses of the young girls. She was caught in an orgy
of pleasure under expert tongues, her head tightly held between one of her
colleague's legs. Monique, naked, offered herself to the sapphic caresses
of Sylvie, while she was pressing her opulent buttocks.
 
Little by little all the girls went away, leaving Monique alone with
Sylvie. She lifted Monique up, and bringing her to the stool, told her,
without stopping her caresses on her:
 
Try it too, for my pleasure. For me!
 
And Monique, though she was oversatisfied with caresses, opened her
legs widely, bent over the slimy pole, put her anus dampened by the many
caresses that had taken place before, on the stake, and pushed with all her
desire. She felt the velvety flesh of her insides distend softly, separate
till it became painful, and with a last hoarse moan, she sat, her buttocks
crashing against the wood of the seat, completely penetrated by the
hardened stem.
 
She had to bear Sylvie's caress while impaled on the dildo, against
which she was voluptuously rubbing herself. Her wonderful breasts, sucked
by the ardent mouth, were shivering smoothly, and finally she came with all
her being, in a terrible spasm that left her panting, breathless, and still
impaled.
 
And the days went by, each one brought its share of caresses, either
from the lips of the pupils or the lips of Sylvie under her supple embrace,
but also under the more and more habit forming domination of the lash. She
now offered herself to Sylvie who got her used to harder contacts with the
leather or the stick. But Monique, however, lacked something; she
remembered the soft and yet painful contact of the male's flesh in the
deepest of her body, and once again she wanted the male. Sylvie felt that
she was at the adequate point of desire, and promised herself to enjoy that
body as much as she loved to enjoy the bodies of those that she held under
her present domination.



 
CHAPTER FIVE

 
Monique stretched on her bed and got up. Her whole body was covered
by a film of sweat. She poured herself some water-lukewarm, she thought.
She swallowed it with small gulps. She gave a look at the still silent
park, but through the blades of the Venetian blinds no cool breeze was
coming. She sat in a deep armchair, thighs wide apart, propped up against
the arms of the chair. In the mirror facing her, she contemplated herself,
the damp pink mouth deep in the fair hair, the thick lips, with the vagina
slightly opened in their middle.
 
She inclined her head and yawned, and, with her eyes closed, went
back in her memories while her fingers lingered fondly on her belly and the
satin-like skin of the inside of her thighs.
 
Life went as usual at Mrs. Merval's, pleasantly, with its equal share
of lectures, of voluptuous nights, of perverse contacts. There was not one
of the childish faces of her class (and often of the others) that had not
given her the best caresses between her widely opened thighs. Sylvie once
called for her, and after a passionate night made her scream her pleasure
by introducing into her ass bigger and bigger nozzles, after vigorously
whipping the consenting buttocks with the sticks and the leather whip.
 
At the break of dawn, Monique returned to her room completely
exhausted. The next day the pension's seamstress took her measurements and
made some dresses for her. Sometime after, she received from Sylvie a box
containing some lingerie, stockings and shoes, with a little note attached
to it: Meet me at my place tonight, nine p.m.
 
Anxious and impatient at the same time, Monique thought that the day
would never end.
 
The same evening she put on the clothes that were in the box. The
mirror showed her the image of a sultry Monique, her shapely legs
emphasized by the black silk stockings with very high heel shoes that
accentuated the curve of her legs. Her thighs emerged from a pleated velvet
skirt that opened right under the buttocks and looked like a lampshade. Her
belly and her bottom were naked under it. A velvet bodice with long, puffed
sleeves of the same color as the skirt, was covering her torso. It was slit
from the neck to the belt where a string of stones (faked of course) was
accentuating the slim waist and round hips. The opening in the bodice
allowed a good view of the young girl's charms. One could see the deep
valley that separated her breasts and their round and firm base. On her
head a little black velvet cap lined with white swan feathers was posed
over her fair and silky curls.
 
Monique put a little velvet mask over her eyes, and, anticipating
what was to come, took the corridor that led to Mrs. Merval's apartments.
 
She welcomed Monique silently and introduced her in the lounge, dimly
lit by one lamp in a corner. Monique was astounded. In front of her, three
men were sitting on the sofa, and one of them was wearing a monk's frock.
They all wore masks. Gallantly, they rose and bowed in front of her. Sylvie
pushed her toward them. Monique gave Sylvie a long, inquiring look. Sylvie
was dressed in a black, transparent negligee that daringly revealed her
naked and muscled body, and her black, silk-dressed legs. Sylvie showed
Monique the little table where the liquors were stored. She poured a glass
for each of the guests and presented it on a gold tray. She sat in front of
them, on a little stool, her thighs closed tight together. Because of the
low level where she was sitting she had her knees at the same level as her
breasts and her thighs, and a little bit of the flesh of her sex was
displayed. She lowered her eyes, a little bit ashamed, but she could feel
desire coming in her veins.
 
Sylvie came to her in a purr of her lace and a cloud of scent. She
opened a little case and handed it to Monique.
 
Look darling, what our friends were nice enough to bring for you.
 
Monique looked into the little box and stood motionless; her eyes
could not leave the things in the box. On a velvet tray were exposed a
little whip with thin lashes, a stick, and three nozzles with different
heads, made out of pink, hard rubber.
 
A voluptuous emotion crept into Monique's body. She blushed intently
as Sylvie, already by her side, began unbuttoning the bodice and took one
of Monique's breasts in her hand. When the voluminous globe appeared, a
murmur of admiration from the guests saluted it. Soon after, the other
breast was unveiled with its erected nipple. Monique was pushed towards the
men and had to place herself in front of them. Immediately they kissed her
teats and lifted the little skirt.
 
She hardly reacted when she felt the fingers between her thighs,
brushing past her cunt already damp from her own juices, and stopped at the
little puckered and curled asshole. She was drinking Sylvie's perverted
kiss, sucking on her lascivious tongue. She felt that Sylvie was trying to
unhook her bodice, and resisted. Sylvie did not insist, but she bent her
lower, and that movement accentuated the large curves of her splendid
bottom. The three men were admiring the sight offered by that display of
white flesh encircled by black velvet-those thighs whose white flesh was 
emerging from the black silk stockings held by little garters made of black
leather.
 
Out of the little triangle at the crossroad of the buttocks, a little
bit of the flesh of the sex appeared surrounded by a few pale curls.
 
Sylvie whispered in the ear of the young girl:
 
Open your legs
 
Monique shook her head and refused.
 
Open your legs, repeated Sylvie in another tone of voice. Open, or
I will have to spank you!
 
A deep emotion ran through Monique's body when she heard that word
spanking; there was a great desire in her negation, for she was already
feeling the contact of the lashes on her flesh. Sylvie bending over her, in
front of her, was holding her bent, her wrists maintained on the stool.
With a light wheezzz the lashes were crashing on her bottom, and Monique
could not withhold a cry of surprise. She turned over and saw the monk
standing up behind her. He was holding a whip in his hand. She lowered her
head, ashamed, but another blow landed across her buttocks harder, drier
and another while her bottom was slowly undulating, then another blow came
and made her feel warm all over. Then solidly standing, his legs opened to
assure a steadier posture, the monk started a long flogging against the
young girl. His frock was open, and sometimes his prick passed out of the
opening. He had made flogging an art; each stroke covered the whole surface
of the bottom after only a few blows. The buttocks were burning and turning
a deep pink. An intense heat was insinuating between the tightly closed
legs, and began to burn in Monique's sex. Open ordered the monk at each
blow, but Monique was resisting, half by shame and half by pleasure,
because she enjoyed the humiliating posture. But the man was whipping
harder and an intense pain came in Monique's body. Dim at first, it became
more precise and unbearable. Her body wriggled more and more violently. Her
bottom was dancing in front of the men's eyes and they started undressing.
Rape was in their eyes. They displayed in front of Sylvie the sight of
their aroused virilities.
 
The blows were falling at a more rapid pace. The monk was aiming at
the point where the thighs and the buttocks join. The tip of the lashes
crashed in the middle of the triangle of flesh and delicate hair.
 
Just a few more blows and the pain in Monique's body became
unbearable. She could feel the lash tips, like needles, going in her skin.
Sometimes a lash would insinuate between the curled lips of her cunt and
would stroke the damp flesh where it was the most sensitive. Monique was
turning her bottom in all directions, trying to escape the torture. She was
writhing voluptuously in the air. The coming pleasure made blood run faster
in her veins, and beat wildly at her temples. She gnashed her teeth. Her
fingers rasped on the velvet of the stool. Sylvie guessed that her orgasm
was coming closer. She gave the monk a signal and he accelerated the
rhythm. He aimed particularly at the joint between the thighs and the
buttocks. It was like a fast, rough beat on the sex, but how exciting a 
caress it was. Monique opened and closed her thighs rapidly, thrusting
first her bottom, then her cunt upward. But every time that the sex
appeared the lashes caressed it deeply and sent an even more intense pain
through her whole body.
 
Bending over that bottom, the men were watching this strange
masturbation, waiting for the imminent spasm. It soon came, while Monique,
her head dug between Sylvie's breasts, was sobbing, hiccuping, gasping,
half suffering, half sunk in pleasure. Then her whole body was racked with
a spasm. She bent on her knees, her legs shivered; four times the bottom
came to meet the lashes that four times crashed vigorously on her sex from
behind. Then her whole body tumbled down, kneeling at Sylvie's feet while
from Monique's throat came a long, inarticulated moan.
 
They let the young girl recover consciousness while Sylvie was slowly
undressing her. They offered her a glass of liquor and she drank it,
feeling better.
 
Monique, naked except for her stockings, her shoes, and her little
cap, was standing in front of the men, letting them admire her perfect
body.
 
Caresses of the hands, suckings at her breasts-everything happened as
in a dream. Her hands felt huge and warm phalluses pressing against her
thighs. She grabbed between her fingers the hardened flesh. She caressed
the long and shivering tools whose size was beginning to scare her.
 
But Sylvie was reassuring her, while softly biting at her little
ears, and at the nape of her neck:
 
All that is for you darling. In a little while, all that will be in
your guts, for you alone for you to be happy
 
And Monique, excited by the suction on her breasts, indulged in
masturbating the erect rods.
 
Soon they turned her over on the couch. The monk, kneeling between
her thighs put his mouth on her sex and a slow and delicate sucking soon
had her sighing deeply. Two other mouths were on her large breasts, the
hands running up and down her flat belly, over her hips, on her waist.
Sylvie squatted above her. She felt the damp sex over her face and put her
lips on that gaping mouth, sucked at the erected clitoris and abandoned
herself, unconscious of what was happening around her. She sucked, licked,
worshipped her friend's cunt with an increasing fervor. Her hands were
slowly caressing the shivering rods that trembled under her fingers, and
suddenly the orgasm came-as violent for Monique as for Sylvie. The two
bodies, intoxicated with voluptuousness, tumbled over each other. And then
came the rattle, and Monique's burning breath that plunged Sylvie into an
abyss of pleasure.
 
Monique, quite exhausted, soon recovered all her spirits under the
men's caresses. She found herself kneeling by the side of the sofa her
bottoms up, offering the sight of her sex and of her anus to the perverted
looks of the males. Resting on her elbows she was looking at the little box
that Sylvie was holding in front of her, and stared at the three dildoes, 
shining with vaseline.
 
Which one first, my darling?
 
Still dizzy from all the pleasures she had just experienced, Monique
chose the smallest. However it was approximately the size of a normal
phallus, but the head was not as big as in real life, and more olive
shaped. Monique guessed that the monk was kneeling behind her and that the
others were staring at the displayed flesh. She felt the contact of the
olive on her puckered little mouth, and the anus contracting, in spite of
her desire for penetration. And immediately the rod was absorbed and
disappeared completely in her, up to where the man's fingers were holding
it. She felt it in her and a strangely sweet sensation filled her most
intimate parts. She was excited by that forging tool being in her, and she
could not help imagining her opened flesh with the extremity pointing out
of it.
 
Sylvie's hand was already grabbing the second instrument. This one
was bigger, and its head was rounder. It disappeared from Monique's sight
and she did not even realize that the other one was removed from her slimy
insides.
 
No, no I cannot, it is too big
 
It seemed to her as if her anus was endlessly distending, and that
the flesh of her belly was getting tighter and tighter. No no she
succeeded in articulating that little word but it was already too late and
she could feel the man's finger against her skin. Then the whole tool was
in her. She felt the warm breeze exhaled by the mouths close to her
buttocks, and imagined the men contemplating her monstrous and voluptuous
impalement. She hid her face in her hands and tried to conceal her shame.
She was moaning and undulating under the thrusting of the instrument as the
man held it.
 
They were all admiring the narrow mouth swallowing the hard pole,
sticking to its contours.
 
Monique did not see Sylvie taking the other one in hand. It was at
least seventeen inches long, and three inches wide. The only slightly
compressible part was the end, made of some chemically treated rubber. It
was four inches long, and offered a protuberance in its middle. It ended in
a round bubble. A blue velvet handle was on the other extremity of the
monstrous tool.
 
Monique realized that her arms and knees were held by two pairs of
arms. The monk stood up, and holding the tool with both hands put its head
on her orifice, already prepared by the former insertions. Then he looked
at the two men, and at Sylvie, silently and slowly he pushed-
 
Monique opened her mouth, but the cry remained in her throat. Her
eyes, widened with pain, were reflecting the fear that was holding her. It
seemed to Monique that something incredibly big was edging its way in her,
that her thighs were being monstrously taken apart, that she was ripping in
two. A horrible suffering came in her. Her jaws trembled, then a hoarse cry
came out of her throat, while with a sudden move, she tried desperately to 
free herself from the brutal possession. Her body, oscillating from one
side to another tried to escape to the monstrous rod.
 
In seeming vain, the monk was pushing the instrument in her with all
his strength. The head was slowly entering her, forcing the muscled mouth
to open.
 
He stopped his efforts and dropped the engine. They could all admire
the sight of that stake, planted in her, and its end, propped out of the
distended bottom.
 
Shaken with nervous spasms, Monique was sighing softly, feeling that
enormous ball between her buttocks that seemed anchored in her.
 
But the monk took the handle again, and softly, inexorably, slowly,
pushed the dildo, helping its penetration. Another effort, and the
distended asshole seemed to suck the phallus, to swallow it, and suddenly
the gigantic thing slid in up to the velvet handle.
 
The monk dropped the handle, and they all stared at the monstrous
dilation of her asshole. Her bottom was shaken by nervous spasms, and the
whole body shivering. No longer could one see the puckered lips of her
little hole. What was left out was vibrating under the pressure running and
beating through Monique's veins.
 
The room was very silent, centered on that tortured bottom. The men
caressed the exhausted woman, calming her nerves, appeasing her trembling
body. They were trying to evaluate where in her body the end of the
instrument was lying.
 
Little by little the pain eased away. And after a little while,
Monique had only the impression of her asshole, distended by a gigantic
lollipop.
 
When the monk grabbed the handle and started to pull the tool out of
her, she hardly reacted. The man stopped when the protuberance reached the
edge of her hole, and again he thrust the thing in her without her
indicating any pain. They were all looking at the monstrous sodomization,
and from the narrow mouth came a sucking noise that further aroused the
men's virility.
 
Little by little-and being very careful to stay in the axis of her
belly-the monk accelerated the pace and ass-fucked the girl faster and
faster. The supple muscles offered no resistance now, but the man avoided
pulling the tool completely out. When he withdrew the tool partially, the
lips were showed and surrounded the contours of the dildo-it gave the
illusion of some supernatural mastication. The monk was getting excited and
he accelerated his pace. The sight of that huge pole being swallowed by
that intimate mouth was unforgettable.
 
But within Monique's body, an unknown sensation was reaching deeper
and deeper. That caress near her sex, that beating in her flesh, that
involuntary sucking of her asshole on the pole-all that contributed to a
new and voluptuously intense excitation in the young girl's body. Erotic
images were flashing through her mind; she thought that she was a wild mare
being raped by some monstrous organ. She was exciting herself, and little 
by little was offering her bottom to the phallus penetrating her so
vigorously. She was not hurt-she wanted that embrace, and she did not
reproach them for the rape.
 
She gave herself completely, closing her eyes, savoring the pleasure
that was coming deep in her, and soon, she moaned as she had under the
caress of Sylvie's lips. Her thighs, now free from the men's hands, were
opening wider and wider. She thus offered herself to Sodom, and her sighs
became rattles. Sometimes she uttered sweet words, strange love calls, but
she could not see-her eyes were blurred by a voluptuous haze.
 
She was possessed by a strange frenzy. She agitated herself so that
the rubbing and sucking of her flesh against the dildo became more intense.
Her asshole was eating the dildo; it disappeared completely and reappeared
with an increased sucking noise. The monk accelerated the movements of the
phallus in her body. He could feel the repercussions of the intense
contractions of her insides on that hard material. Then came long cries of
pleasure, the last convulsions of the orgasm, and with a long cry, the
broken body crumpled over the sofa, the phallus still up to the handle in
her ass.
 
They removed the stake so that she would not hurt herself, and left
her alone a little while to allow her to rest. But soon after she again had
to kneel down. She could feel flesh beating between her buttocks. A prick
touched her ass. Another sigh and the monk's tool penetrated completely
into her. She felt the burning belly on her buttocks, the testicles glued
to her cunt. She could not do anything under that new assault, but abandon
herself completely to the man who was abusing her with rage. She felt the
burning sperm in her guts and the weight of the man, lying on her back. But
already another was taking his place, and a thinner but harder rod was
beating in her belly. She was trying to find satisfaction, concentrating
her whole being on the hard flesh that was ramming in her insides, but once
again he let loose before she could come.
 
Enough oooh enough, no more not that
 
In vain. The third was plunging a short but thick prick in her
hurting asshole, and with rapid strokes was sodomizing the exhausted young
girl. But he was stronger, and by a long embrace succeeded in bringing the
young girl to the final and delightful spasm. She gave herself to him by
the ass, following his pace. And when he spat in her his burning sperm, she
contracted, avidly pumping the delightful sap, and fell over the sofa.
 
Caressing her, they brought her back, but Sylvie made a sign, and
they dressed and left. Shortly afterwards, Monique being alone with Sylvie,
was caressed and soon forgot all the pain of the monstrous rapes she had
just gone through.



 
CHAPTER SIX
 
 
No matter how excited she was by the vocations of all those
voluptuous memories, Monique stopped masturbating, because she wanted to
keep her strength for the same night. Once again she lit a cigarette, but
in the clouds of blue smoke the main events of her amorous life soon
appeared.
 
Life went on as usual at the boarding school, up to Easter vacation.
She shared her time between the greedy suckings of her little girl friends,
and Sylvie's exhausting sadism and flagellation sessions. Monique was more
and more enslaved to the whip and the penetration of nozzles and dildoes in
her ass, and developed a taste for exhibitionism. She loved to parade in
exciting attire in front of Sylvie, but her excitation was increased when
men were present. What emotions did she endure every time she came in
Sylvie's apartment, but also what deception when no men were there to see
her. But Sylvie, who by then knew all the possibilities of Monique's body
and also her inclination to the pleasures of Sodom, did not hesitate any
more to invite her friends, amateurs of fleshly games. As a rule, they were
benefactors or people financially helping the boarding school, and
Monique was flagellated, and received in her body a dozen pricks of various
sizes, belonging to the most influential men of the County. But the huge
dildo, so energetically handled by the monk, had enlarged her asshole
enough to allow her to enjoy the hardest and deepest penetrations. Now she
could give herself without any restraint and she let her moaning express
freely her satisfaction.
 
Twice again the monk came back with his little box; he flagellated
the beautiful body and forced, with the same pitiless determination, the
little hole before digging his hardened tool in her ass.
 
Monique also answered Sylvie's ardent caresses by no less ardent
suckings, but she also made use of a special dildo. Made out of a very soft
and nice wood, it had the size and perfect shape of the ideal sex. Very
often in her delirium the young woman tried to penetrate the young girl's
sex with the wooden fake sex. But the girl had always managed to avoid
losing her virginity under the efforts of the other woman. Monique knew
that one day she would have to lose that last rampart between her and the
complete satisfaction of her desires. But she wanted to be able to choose
her initiator. However, sometimes she ardently desired to be raped by a
real member, either consenting, or submitted by a savage flagellation. But
she always resisted that wish.
 
For Easter vacations she came back by her Aunt Sonia. She had met Max
Darcourt again, and with a few words he let her know that he was acquainted
with all the details of her amorous life at Merval's boarding school.
Monique, the next day, went to his place and abandoned her body to his
desires. She let him force her buttocks, tightened for a certain time. But
he wanted better sensations, now that he knew what Monique appreciated. He
persuaded her to accept a meeting at his place, with a group of safe and
carefully chosen friends. They created a kind of club, limited to six
members, all lovers of beauty, voluptuousness and flagellation. Monique was
more their queen than their slave. They always kept a high sense of tact
and dignity in their meetings. As they loved feminine disguise they asked
in the beginning of their association that Monique come dressed as a
peasant girl. And the same night, wrapped in a long black cape, Monique
came to Max's villa. Six men were waiting for her in a cozy little
room-there was only a dim light given by bulbs hidden in seashells on the
ground. The whole room was furnished with low furniture, a little bit in
the Japanese style. And everywhere, pillows, poufs, and other commodities
were strewn. Monique moved amidst the group. They were all sitting on
cushions, on the thick wool rug. She could feel the looks of the men trying
to see under her too short peasant frock-she of course had no underclothes.
Darcourt pointed her toward the refreshments posed on a nearby table, and
told her to serve the drinks. She took the glasses one by one and according
to Darcourt's instructions, she put them on the low table, turning her back
to the guests sitting on the carpet. Thus she was displaying her naked
bottom and her silk-covered thighs and legs. Her tightened legs did not
allow more than the end of her cunt to show, and only a few silky fair
hairs. Then she had to pose across each champagne glass a piece of dry
biscuit and each time she bent she could feel on her flesh the warm breeze
of the man's breath, panting with desire.
 
She was ashamed, but also pervertedly excited to see those dimly lit
faces looking avidly at her naked bottom, just lit by the light coming from
the shells on the ground.
 
When she finished serving them, she waited in silence. Darcourt
brought her some kind of thick transparent glass chair. It was a V shaped
glass panel, with the hands of the V separated horizontally. It was resting
on three chrome feet and had the size and height of a normal chair. Between
the feet was posed a very clear triangular mirror, inclined to 45; in both
front feet, were concealed two electric bulbs that were illuminating the
superior part of the contraption and the two branches of the transparent V.
 
Darcourt asked Monique to sit down. She obeyed, her bottom resting on
the point of the V while her legs were spread on the two separate branches
of the transparent V. Her frock, covering her thighs did not allow her to
see under her legs, but she understood the exhibition that she was
performing for those men who were bending toward her and staring at the
ground.
 
The light was directed on her buttocks, her offered sex, and everyone
could see in the mirror, without leaving her any possibility of defense,
all of her most intimate secrets. They could see between her legs the rosy
sex nested in the middle of the thick, slightly open and perpetually damp
lips.
 
A very exciting apparition indeed. In the men's eyes it was easy to
discover the reactions to that immodest performance.
 
They had all turned their little lamps out, and the only light left
was the source hidden in the chair's feet, and its reflection in the
mirror. It was the triumph and exultation of her sex- it seemed to offer 
itself like a pink mouth, and call for a kiss. It was outrageously
provocative. Monique felt a strange voluptuousness come in her; mixed
shame, desire, restrained lust, impatience. Her temples were painful with
the heavy beat of her blood. Her hands were nervously pressing her knees
under the dress. She wanted to get up, but at the same time it was as if
some invisible power was nailing her to her transparent chair.
 
She realized that Darcourt was behind her. With an unusually harsh
tone of voice he spoke:
 
Little Monique, I am sure that you must be thirsty too. Let me
'serve' you a drink like a good little girl.
 
She was listening, waiting. She felt him kneeling behind her; she saw
his hand by her side, holding an ebony nozzle, middle-sized, surrounded by
an ivory shaft. An unspeakable emotion came violently in her and she
remembered all the poles and various stakes that had been forced into her
painful but consenting flesh. She closed her eyes. She felt the nozzle when
its extremity brushed past her cunt. The shiny, well-polished end lazily
rubbed the little puckered mouth, as if it was trying by that contact the
smooth, hard contour of her anus. Opening her eyes, Monique saw the men's
eyes looking, staring at the mirror between her legs, and lost in the
voluptuous contemplation of the slow penetration of the long nozzle in her
body. Monique contracted herself-in vain The stake was sliding without any
difficulty into her and the flat little ivory circle soon touched the lips
of her asshole.
 
Darcourt dropped the nozzle, and the vision of that behind, with the
tube and little rubber pipe coming out of it, was really a masterpiece of
eroticism. Monique started to feel relieved, and she stopped contracting
her muscles, but at the same time, the nozzle, pulled out by the pipe's
weight, started sliding out of her ass.
 
But it is not big enough for that greedy mouth, said Darcourt. For
a bigger mouth, it takes a bigger glass.
 
He pulled the nozzle completely out. Monique-not too anxious but
really ashamed- sighed a little.
 
Hush, hush, little girl, this is a nice class. Are you really that
impatient to drink? In that case, that is exactly what you need.
 
Monique saw him adjust a bigger nozzle with a thicker bubble. He
showed it to her, and she blushed-it was about the size of a normal man's
prick. She contemplated that shiny instrument, oiled with vaseline, and
when she realized how big the end was, said: No, no!
 
But Darcourt was already posing the little head on the side of her
asshole, and pushing, he forced the sensitive mouth to absorb the nozzle
with a soft and mushy sound. Monique hid her face between her hands so that
she would not see the devilish look on the men's faces. One contortion of
her belly made clear for her that the thing was coming in her softly, but
irresistibly. She felt it slide, fill her ass and her belly, and then stop,
when the last bump reached the lips of her asshole.
 
Darcourt got up and came in front of her to watch the voluptuous 
scene in the mirror under her. It was a symphony of black, pink, red, and
other fleshy tones. And also an erotic vision of a voluptuous enema
 
Darcourt put a crystal vase in Monique's hands. From its bottom ran a
pipe that was adjusted to the nozzle, and it dug into Monique's ass.
 
My friends, he said, we are going to drink to the return among us
of our favorite child. Therefore, we shall pour a little bit of liquid out
of our glasses into hers. Cheers, little girl And Darcourt poured half of
the content of his glass into the transparent vase.
 
One by one they all did the same thing, and soon Monique felt the
cold liquid come weakly in her burning belly.
 
And now, let us raise our glasses for a toast in her honor, and let
delightful child drink with us.
 
Monique saw the men raising their glasses towards her, and she
hesitated a little bit. Then, at her turn, she raised slowly the limpid
vase, containing the sparkling and cold liquid. They emptied their glasses,
but at the same time they were all looking attentively at the level of the
liquid in the vases that Monique was holding in her hands. They were
fascinated by the slow progression of the liquid into her burning inside,
as if sucked by some mysterious force. They could all imagine the liquid
flowing into her most intimate flesh, softly sparkling in her guts.
Monique, her eyes closed, was enjoying that new pleasure and a fresh
sensation was coming in her.
 
Soon enough the vase was empty, but Darcourt lifted it up so that no
drop would be lost then he removed the tube from the extremity of the
nozzle. The nozzle alone was emerging from her insides like a thick
licorice lollipop out of a pink and greedy mouth.
 
They took all their time to admire that pornographic vision, and
Monique felt a delightful warmth grow in her, but she was getting tipsy.
She looked imploringly at Darcourt; he understood, and came to her, and
slowly removed the nozzle, then he showed her to the bathroom where he left
her alone.
 
When she came back soon after, she found all the guests dressed only
in black bathrobes under which it was apparent that they wore nothing. On
the ground a large mirror was laying flat, surrounded by little lamps.
Dar-court brought Monique there standing up, and while he was embracing
her, they could all see behind them, her intimate parts reflected by the
mirror.
 
Darcourt was caressing her breast over the bodice, and little by
little he removed the material and allowed the teats to point freely in the
air. They were enormous, the nipples hardened by excitation. Soon her torso
was naked, and she only had her hat left. They all admired that wonderful
young bust and then gave it their best caresses. All that sucking and
petting succeeded in exciting the young girl.
 
Then they slowly removed her frock. It went sliding to the ground,
and she was naked, a splendid symbol of youth and maturity at the same
time, but also of lust and voluptuousness. She kept her legs tight so that 
her sex would not show in the mirror. She refused to take them apart, but
Darcourt, opening his bathrobe appeared completely naked, his gigantic tool
slowly balancing over the bouncy testicles. Getting closer to her, a whip
in his hands, he placed himself sideways of an anxious Monique.
 
Open your thighs!
 
A short command that she had already heard so often, that order that
always revolted her a little was also the command that excited her the
most. It found no echo in the silent room.
 
Monique was not moving; her hands crossed over her breasts, she was
looking at the others who were contemplating the mirror, and the inverted
reflection of her nakedness. She was a delightful pink and black statue,
with the little black curls covering her mount of Venus.
 
The whip swished through the air, and the supple lashes tightened
their grip around the firm buttocks. The young girl's body shivered and she
tightened her lips. Another blow hit her, harder this time, but her only
reaction was a slow tensing of her opulent bottom under the contact of the
leather. Then with a regular pace, Darcourt flagellated her bouncy flesh.
The lashes were falling on the skin, encircling the globes with their
burning hands, making the naked skin look pinker and redder at each blow.
Darcourt was not hitting very hard, and Monique, used to Sylvie's passion,
was bearing very easily that more humiliating than painful beating. She
closed her eyes, and let herself get dizzy under the warmth that crept
through her body.
 
Pitiless, the whip was continuing its infernal movement against the
soft flesh, but now Darcourt, getting nervous, hit harder, and the lashes
began to hurt the already burning skin. Monique felt a burning on her
bottom, and she started twisting and undulating her body, gyrating her body
faster and faster.
 
The men were not looking at the young girl, their eyes were not
leaving the mirror. They could see the lower part of the buttocks, and of
the heavy breasts, undulating and shivering at each blow from the whip
against that juvenile body. They were expecting the movement that would
oblige her to open her legs and display fully the flesh of her cunt to
their impatient looks. They knew that cunt already, but this time it was a
new pleasure for them because this time the young girl was refusing
herself, and the idea that she would be forced to display completely and
without any possibility of defense her most secret parts renewed completely
the charm of the experience.
 
Darcourt was hitting harder, and each blow was punctuated by a deeper
moan. The body throbbed, twisted, shaken with spasms; sometimes the girl
was bending, and then the men could see between the propped-up buttocks a
little piece of her sex, the end of the slit, and a few fair hairs. But
they wanted more, and Darcourt, with an increasing strength, was lashing
and whipping the pulpy globes. The buttocks were now covered with purple
welts. Monique was hiding her face between her folded arms, freeing her
breasts that were slowly bouncing on her chest. But she moaned and cried 
when the lashes started hurting her deeply and reaching the side of her
pubis.
 
Open, Darcourt repeated. He lashed harder. Open! And the whip
landed on the bent belly. OPEN, the word was sounding louder and louder in
Monique's ears, while she was struggling against desire, excitation, and
dizziness Open Open Open
 
Then, in front of the guests, whose shining eyes were the witnesses
of their desires, Monique, her arms wide open, moaning and panting under
the more violent whipping, suddenly opened her legs, and in the compass of
her black silk covered legs her cunt appeared.
 
A pink slit, whose lips were overdeveloped by the other girls'
suckings, by Sylvie's and by her own frequent masturbation, surrounding the
love bud, of a whiter complexion hidden by the fair hair, and finally the
pucked and narrow mouth, hurt by the rough contact of the whip's lashes,
hidden between the round buttocks, swollen by the flagellation.
 
More 
 
And the whip danced again, and the legs opened wider. Darcourt
stopped. In the silent but anticipatory atmosphere of the room, they were
all contemplating the show and they were all shivering and trembling with
emotion when they realized that it was a virgin who was displaying her
virginity in the most lubric and obscene pose.
 
They took all their time to fill their eyes with the lusty sight.
Then they disrobed behind Monique; Darcourt forced her to remove her hands
from her face and whispered to her:
 
Little darling, let me, rely on me
 
He blindfolded her with a scarf. She could feel his nakedness glued
to hers. She implored:
 
No, I am scared. What do you intend to do?
 
Hush, little girl, keep the blindfold just for a little while, and
once again, rely on me.
 
She uttered a faint cry, and then gave up and let them do whatever
they wanted to do with her. She could not see the guests who, one by one,
were kneeling in front of her and kissing her mass of fair pubic hair. She
felt their warm breath and the passion of their kisses. She realized that
she was turned over on a leather pouf, lying in Darcourt's arms, her legs
folded. Hands were holding her ankles widely separated. She guessed easily
the shameful picture that she was offering to the other's eyes. They freed
her ankles and Dar-court whispered by her ear:
 
Feel, my little darling. Feel the sight that their eyes are eating
up now. Feel their looks on your gaping cunt. You cannot see anything, you
do not know who is kneeling in front of your belly. Ah! All those eyes lost
in the contemplation of your open mouths. Can you imagine all that?
 
And Monique, intoxicated with lust, did not close her legs, did not
even want to conceal her cunt. She let the looks of the men pollute her
virginity, while kneeling in front of her open legs. They had wanted that
rare show so much. What man, outside of a doctor, can pretend to have seen 
that close, a virginity offered with such a complete lack of modesty? And
she let the looks penetrate her, finding in that mental rape an intense
satisfaction.
 
Now, whispered Darcourt, for each of us a very long kiss
 
Already a mouth was glued to her sex, aspiring the hardened clitoris,
sucking it greedily. Oh! Sweetness of the warm breath on the sensitive
flesh. Monique was struggling against a wild desire to enclose the man's
face between her thighs.
 
But Darcourt was the master, and the man, regretfully, moved away and
gave his place to the next one. The other man's tongue insinuated between
the lips, caressed the curled flesh around the virginal entrance. The young
girl was shivering. And one by one, the six of them, Darcourt being the
last, gave her sex the deepest caresses. When she felt between her thighs
the naked torso of Darcourt, she could not resist any longer and closed her
legs on his cheeks, while she pressed his head with her hands, deeper and
deeper on her sex.
 
He aspired the hardened love button between his tightened lips while
he was titillating the extremity with the tip of his tongue. Monique's body
twisted under the spasms of a pleasure withheld for too long a period. Her
nervous fingers were dug in the man's hair. He pushed the hands away and
two of the guests took them in their hands. Kneeling by her side, they were
sucking at her heaving breasts under the triple action of their tongues,
and Monique could not hold a cry of joy. She gave herself completely to the
voluptuousness that engulfed her, and came, felt under her fingers the rod
that she had already chosen long ago: beautiful smooth cylinder, with nice
veins, with its head like a nice mushroom, and hardly smaller than the
biggest pricks, and a little bit more compressible. The pole, however, was
remarkable by its size, and it was quite difficult to imagine its slow
penetration in the narrow and puckered mouth.
 
She only kept that prick in her hand.
 
The others were jealously looking at the winner; already Darcourt,
coming by her side, wanted to take her blindfold away.
 
No no, leave it. I am too ashamed. I do not want to see you.
 
He backed away and pulled the young girl with him to the sofa. He had
her open her legs widely and bend forward, leaning on her hands, then he
placed the mirror between her feet. The little lamps were lighting under
the belly and between the legs, and they could all appreciate the beauty of
her cunt and her ass. But the looks were concentrated on the little red
mouth, half hidden between the two heavy globes that still wore the marks
of the former whipping.
 
Under her reclining chest, the two breasts were hanging smoothly,
revealing the fullness of their curves.
 
Then the man approached, his prick in full erection, shining with
vaseline; Monique moaned when she felt the head of the phallus touch her
asshole. She contracted and held to the sides of the sofa, waiting for the
terrible blow. The man was sweet; he took her buttocks firmly in hand, and 
thrust the phallus into the narrow passage. Monique uttered a long moan,
while her buttocks undulated with the pole impaled between them. But the
man did not weaken his efforts, and trembling with desire, he fucked her
vigorously. A hoarse cry  and the whole shaft penetrated in her guts; he
got closer to the buttocks, and in a last vigorous thrust he dug his prick
in her asshole up to the hilt. It disappeared in the greedy mouth and was
swallowed with a wet sound.
 
Monique felt the belly glued to her flesh, and her heart beating
fast; she waited for the pain in her ass to disappear. The man rested a
little because the effort had been exhausting for him too. He could feel
the pulse on her compressed veins, and she could feel the weak trembling of
the erected tool in her entrails.
 
The others, bending over the mirror between her legs, were
contemplating the copulation. They saw the fleshy cylinder forcing the
narrow gate of that adorable body. The testicles were hanging, hardened by
the approach of pleasure, glued to the sex. The man moved a bit to allow
himself to see the member sucked by the little distended mouth, and slowly,
he started sodomizing the young girl.
 
He started very slowly, enjoying the smallest contraction of the
flesh against his prick, and then he accelerated his pace, and soon his
belly was flapping against her. She had a last convulsion of the belly.
Then the body arched, the teased body stopped breathing, silence fell,
heavy with lust. Then came the cry. One unique cry, inhumane moaning,
outburst of pleasure. Her hands were scratching the men's necks, while they
were ardently sucking at her magnificent breasts. Then her twisted mouth
closed-and convulsively opened again, to let out another cry, nearly a sob
and after that last effort the body crumpled down on the sofa, suddenly
inert. She pushed with her hands the heads still glued at her teats, while
her legs suddenly opened and fell heavily along Dar-court's powerful torso.
 
Admiringly shaking their heads, the men let the young girl recover
her senses, and when she got up again, still blindfolded, Darcourt drew her
close to him and she realized that once again she was standing over the
mirror. Her slightly separated legs allowed a complete vision of her damp
cunt, dripping with her come juices and the men's saliva.
 
Then Darcourt spoke:
 
Dear little girl, in order to celebrate your return among us, and
your admission into our little club, you will select yourself the nice
lollipop that you want to put in your mouth, and that will later fill your
greedy belly. We are going to stand in a circle around you, and, without
pulling your blindfold away, you will have to select the one that you like
the most. He will be the only one to penetrate you today, unless our little
girl is really greedy. Now let's let the game begin, and the best of luck
for that new kind of a blind date.
 
He moved away and joined the rest of the men in the circle around
Monique. She moved toward them, still blindfolded, her arms ahead of her,
like two round antennas. She met a naked torso, her hands moved down, and 
met the hips, the belly and finally the erected prick. Sweet caress for the
man, whose hardened virility palpitated at the voluptuous contact. She
estimated the weight and capacity of the full testicles, caressed the hard
and curly hair, and moved to another belly, immediately caressing the
phallus. One by one she felt between her fingers the hardened members, all
full of desire, some big, some slim, some soft and some rough, some flat
and some full of bumps.
 
She was not saying anything, and they were all expecting her
decision. They all wished to be the winner. She did one complete turn, then
another one. An idea was forming in her mind. She was still obsessed by the
memories of the rapes at Merval's boarding school. She wanted to be
possessed, that very night, but only by the biggest prick. A pitiless
desire was haunting her. In her hands she took two rods, and evaluated
their sizes; her hand pushed one of the men away-the other one thought he
had won. In vain did Daniel stand in front of her, his belly propped ahead
of him with the voluminous prick, a small head indeed, but with a soft
protuberance in its middle. Darcourt who was next, was not more successful
 
Monique was softly moaning now with pleasure, under her, her breasts
were hanging like oval balls, swinging with more or less violence according
to the violence of the male's assault. They were all following on the
mirror the evolution of the newest fornication. The movements of the member
going in and out of the narrow sheath, like a piston, with a lubricated
noise, was very exciting, as was its repeated disappearance into the depths
of her belly.
 
Soon she moaned on a different tone of voice; so did the man. He was
breathing hard, and each thrust was punctuated by hoarse gasping. Her
buttocks were offered to the perforating tool, as Monique gave herself
passionately. And pleasure was coming in her, flooding her whole body and
soul. Her twisted mouth soon uttered the impatiently awaited sighs, the
body shivered, quivered, the muscles of the legs tensed, and the buttocks
seemed to open like a flower. The man, now brutally digging into her, was
plunging his tool in her and glued his belly to the burning rotundities.
 
Soon it was his turn to sigh, and while the girl, convulsively
twisting her bottom, exhaled her joy in a last cry, he spat his burning
sperm into her ass, and glued to her, silent, motionless, tried to recover
his balance.
 
He moved away from Monique's exhausted body, and she fell on the
couch she could not care less about the humiliating posture she was in. In
silence, they were all caressing her, and kissing her flesh, sucking at the
burning buttocks. She only reacted when she felt an erected and burning
phallus, pointing at her asshole. She wanted to resist and move away, but
already Darcourt was taming her, like a wild mare, bending her forward,
offering her bottom to the newcomer's prick.
 
No no, not that. I do not want it. No! No! NO MORE.
 
Hush, repeated Darcourt, hush little girl, please realize that you
are here only for a few and that you must receive the attentions from all 
the members of the Club.
 
Ooooh sighed the young girl, still struggling, trying by the
movement of her ass to avoid the penetration of the prick. But she soon got
tired, and also, once again a dim kind of desire came in her. Another weak
protestation, and the man's belly was glued to her ass. His tool deeply
impaled into her burning guts.
 
Once again, Sodom was the king. Once again she gave herself
passionately, and once again in her burning belly, spurted the burning but
appeasing gushes of hot sperm.
 
Darcourt saw that this time she was really dead. He gave his friends
a sign, and they all started dressing. While he was caressing her, still
blindfolded, in front of the mirror, or rather, on top of the mirror, she
felt once again the cold contact of a nozzle in her burning and slimy anus.
 
Drink, little girl, drink That should ease your pains and relax
you
 
And once again she felt the sparkling beverage spurt and babble in
her, but it was soothing the fire that was burning in her.
 
Her belly inflated by the liquid, she left those men, still excited
by that sight, and got dressed again. Led by Darcourt, she took the
blindfold off her eyes only in the bathroom
 
During the same week of her vacation, Monique went to three club
meetings, receiving at each meeting, in her belly, the attentions of two
members. Then once alone with Darcourt she gave herself to him. At the
end of her vacation they all had the pleasure of coming in her. On the last
evening she reserved herself for Darcourt, and they passed together some
unforgettable hours of intense voluptuousness.
 
She came out of that evening with her whole flesh hurt by his
flagellation. He had flagellated her breasts, her buttocks, and her cunt,
and three times he had penetrated her anus.
 
She came back to the boarding school with a few little gifts and also
some silky lingerie. She met again with the impatient Sylvie, and the
evenings went by, with the usual share of greedy suckings by the juvenile
mouths, and the caressing or painful evenings spent with Sylvie.
 
And Monique could not help thinking that during the eighty days that
came before the vacations, she had received the more or less ardent
attentions of erected pricks that had forced sixty-five times their way
through the little puckered mouth hidden in the voluptuous slit.
 
Monique got up. She removed her sticky fingers from her sex, glued by
the juices that resulted from her ardent masturbation. She took a lukewarm
shower, and it appeased her hungry body. She looked at the time and decided
that it was time for her to get dressed. She put on her a black silk slip,
with lace embroideries, a little pleated skirt that came to her knees, a
very tightened bodice that underlined the contours of her breasts, and she
went to the living room.
 
Her young cousin Jacques soon met her there, and she had to defend
herself against the energy of his precocious mind. Soon enough Sonia also 
arrived, and the guests followed. They were a middle aged couple, and out
of fun, Monique tried to excite the man's desire and showed him large parts
of her thighs by crossing her legs higher than necessary. She took a
vicious pleasure in seeing him blush. She did not take much interest in the
conversation, and was quite relieved when they finally decided to leave.
 
The evening finally came, and as Sonia was going out on her own, it
was very easy for Monique to change, leave unnoticed and run to Darcourt's
villa. She was dressed in the black velvet uniform of Mrs. Merval's
boarding school. All wrapped in her black cape, she arrived without
incident at her friend's house. She had carefully covered her face with a
little black mask. She did not regret it, because as soon as she entered
the room she could see that at least a dozen people were there. On the
ground, the mirror was surrounded by a few electric bulbs, and that was the
only light of the room.
 
Darcourt welcomed her in a whisper, and she guessed the man's passion
for her. He brought her into the center of the circle of men, and she found
herself placed on the mirror. Under her, everybody could see the reflection
of her pulpy buttocks, and the whiteness of her thighs above the black
silk-covered legs. The fair, felt-like pubis offered its voluptuous
triangle beneath the flat stomach. Again, Monique was the prey of her
desires like during the last Easter vacations. She closed her eyes while
listening to Darcourt's voice whispering ardent and passionate words in her
ear.
 
And they could all see, their eyes nearly popping out of their
sockets, the beautiful compass of her legs slowly open and reveal
completely the pink cunt with its slightly parted lips. Monique was
listening to the men's excitement, heavy with desire. She could see through
the openings in her mask the necks of all the men, bent over the mirror,
encircling her displayed body. She let them contemplate her intimacy for a
long while in its reflection, and then she closed her legs tightly. The
heads raised up again
 
And the rite of the champagne toast went along as usual. She offered
to the men sitting on the cushions the usual biscuits on the glass, with
the usual glance on her bottom. She sat on the transparent chair, and her
belly drank the sparkling beverage. The liquid came in her. They were
twelve, and more liquid was poured in the crystal vase. Her belly had to
endure a bigger libation.
 
She found familiar emotions when she was again naked amongst them.
When they were all naked together, her body twisted once more under the
delicious torture of the cat o'nine tails. But this time she refused to be
blindfolded to endure the penetration of Sodom. She wanted to see the
phallus that would penetrate her for the first time that night. She asked
to be sodomized only one time, and it took a severe correction to persuade
her to accept the attentions of two members.
 
They imposed the bigger on her, and she was ready for the male's
penetration. Then under the caresses of their tongues on the lips and love 
bud of her sex, looking through the tiny opening as if they could feel her
virginity, she was satisfied, lying on her back, her legs thrust wide open
 
Her legs still apart, she offered herself according to the ancient
European tradition, to the man who pushed, slowly but with all his
strength, his virility into her belly. Sodom was king again, and its
pleasure left her panting on the sofa. But soon another prick came in her,
and the man's subtle movements awakened in her unsuspected passions. After
the last voluptuous enema, Monique found herself on the way back home, with
large swellings under her eyes, completely dizzy.
 
She knew that one day out of two she would be taken and used in this
way, and that it would satisfy her quest for pleasure, but, in herself she
also knew that she wanted something completely different. She decided to
try by all means to find what it was and she trusted her female instinct
for the choice of the ways to that new pleasure. And the next day she
offered her completely naked body to her little cousin Jacques.
 
How sweet were the caresses that he willingly gave her. It reminded
her Merval's school and her greedy and lusty pupils. What a joy it was to
contemplate the child's adoration for her well-shaped thighs and what an
exciting impression to close her legs on his cool and soft cheeks, while
his mouth was sucking her cunt with voracity and his hands pressed her
buttocks, still slightly painful from the last spanking.
 
She took a great pleasure in assuming the most, and four times she
came under the already expert action of his lips and tongue.
 
When she went to the beach she was fully satisfied and had no more
desires for voluptuousness. At least so she thought-but it did not take
along to prove the contrary.



 
CHAPTER SEVEN

 
Monique left Jacques playing alone on the beach and on her way back
home she met a little girl, thirteen years old, named Janine B., who
resided for her vacation with her uncle, an old bachelor, in a nearby
villa. She was far advanced and well-formed for her age; the clothes, light
cotton cardigan, and very short shorts, underlined the pretty curves of her
nimble body. The face was of no particular beauty, but was reflecting a lot
of tenderness mixed with a certain naivete. She seemed shy; Monique said
hello to her, and they started wandering together in the woods.
 
Shortly after that meeting, they were sitting hidden by a thick bush,
and were chattering away when the little girl, whose eyes seemed fascinated
by Monique's bosom, complimented her on the beauty of her breasts. She was
amazed at the perfection of the two conic fruits, like Chinese hats,
pointing under the cardigan. One word bringing another, and one compliment
its like, the soon were both bare-breasted, and Monique lay on her back,
letting the young girl avidly kiss her teats.
 
When she thought that the kid had had enough kisses for the moment,
she pushed her away from her breasts and caresses the child's small but
already provocative bosom. The child, lost in her amorous dream, soon gave
her hesitations away and started unveiling her queer life.
 
She had been placed in a boarding school because she was bothering
her mother. Her uncle was taking care of her for her vacations. He was a
man in his fifties, quite demanding, but he seemed to like Janine. The only
thing he did very often was to chastise her physically, especially on the
buttocks, in order to change her soon into a perfect woman. Janine could do
about anything she wanted but any single action that displeased her uncle
was immediately punished by a spanking on her naked bottom. The same
treatment was given to the maid that was serving them.
 
Monique immediately was excited and wanted to know more about that
strange family. She guessed that some unbelievable lust was reigning at
Uncle Barral's house, and she kept interrogating the child as tactfully as
she could.



 
CHAPTER EIGHT

 
Barral employed a young maid, Solange, about eighteen years old, who
came from some charity orphanage. Janine and Solange got along quite well,
probably because of their young age. Besides that, they were both living
under the same conditions at Barral's house.
 
Has your uncle been correcting his chambermaid for a long time?
 
O, I think he started the day she entered his service.
 
She has been with him since?
 
Since Nadine left, around Easter.
 
And, Nadine? Was she also
 
Oh yes, but she left because of that, and at that time my uncle was
really quite close to getting in serious troubles.
 
Why?
 
Well. But first you have to promise that you will never tell
anybody, especially not my uncle, that I have told you all this.
 
Me? Monique protested indignation. Me? When I let you touch and
caress my breasts that very few people even contemplate?
 
I am sorry darling, I trust you, and still sucking avidly at
Monique's breasts, she went on with her strange story.
 
At the last Easter vacations, my uncle Laurent had a very young
maid, aged sixteen, very pretty, not too tall, but with very big teats. The
day after my arrival, she messed the table by overturning the coffee pot.
In front of me, Uncle lifted her dress up; she was not wearing any pants.
He bent her over and spanked the hell out of her. I got scared because she
was crying. I could only see her face and the lowest part of her back, but
when he was through with her he turned her over and showed me her red 
buttocks, saying: 'Look carefully Janine, because that is the way I punish
women when they do something stupid, and that will be the same for you,
everytime I decide that you deserve it.' Then he sent Nadine back to the
kitchen. I was quite troubled and during the same afternoon I went to the
kitchen to see Nadine. She was singing. I asked her if she was all right,
and if it hurt. She answered: 'Right on the spot it sure hurts, but it also
depends on how hard he spanks me. But it really does not last too long'
 
'And now it is gone?'
 
'Yes.'
 
'Let me see'
 
She hesitated a little and then replied:
 
'Why don't you see for yourself.'
 
I lifted her frock, and looked at her buttocks, wide and round, then
kissed the two globes; she turned around and looked at me a good long time.
Then she bent down and kissed me on the lips. Ever since, we have been
great friends. She also told me that when Uncle would spank me I should
holler, then he would not hurt me.
 
At the table that night, when she was passing some asparagus, she
inadvertently slid a finger in the sauce. My uncle got mad and asked her:
 
'You want to taste the sauce before I do or what? OK, but then five
minutes of Finger-in-the-mouth.'
 
I saw Nadine blush. She looked at my uncle, and then in my
direction. He said: 'It has no importance, anyway. She will have to get
used to it too. Come here,' and the little maid came closer to my uncle.
She closed her eyes. 'Open your legs.' Nadine was facing me across the
table and I could not see much under the belt, but behind them was a mirror
and that effected their backs in my direction.
 
My uncle dug his finger in the oil pot, and I saw him slide his hand
under the girl's dress, under her buttocks whose flesh I was clearly seeing
in the mirror. She tightened her jaws, without a word, then sighed, and
leaning against the table she twisted her belly, holding to the sides of
the dinner table. Uncle lifted the dress all the way up, and then I saw all
the flesh, and the bottom, and Uncle's hand dug in the slit between the
buttocks. He moved it slowly, and I saw that he was pushing his finger in
and out of Nadine's bottom.
 
She was not saying anything now. I could hear the noise of the
sliding finger; it was a soggy noise, slush, slush. Uncle looked at his
hand from time to time.
 
Uncle stopped and gave the maid's bottom a couple of slaps; she
blushed once again and ran back to the kitchen, red with shame.
 
After the meal, as my uncle was out, I went up in her room on the
second floor because I could not sleep. She had just finished her night
toilet and was completely naked. I admired her heavy and slightly hanging
breasts. She let me kiss them and the teenager blushed. I kissed her on
the belly, in the hair-as I used to do with my schoolmistress.
 
Monique shivered at that reminder of the Merval boarding school. She 
took the girl in her arms, and let her suck her breasts greedily.
 
And after?
 
After that, the next day, I received my first spanking-
 
Why?
 
I do not even remember. He lifted my dress, took off my panties, and
he spanked me not too hard. It felt funny and warm on my buttocks, and on
my belly. Then he kissed my fanny and sent me free. He was all red. 'I will
not tell your mother about it, that is none of her business, do you hear
me? That is our deal'
 
I ran to my room. Since then, he often spanked me but it is funny,
it does not really hurt. It gives a funny sensation there, in my belly. It
is quite good, and you?
 
Monique looked at her, surprised, then answered, her eyes half
closed:
 
Yes quite often, I was not always good
 
And you will tell me about it?
 
Yes, if you will tell me about your adventures. But go on
 
One night when I could not sleep, I went up to see Nadine in her
room, but through the material of her curtains I could see that she was not
alone. Uncle was there. I could hear slappings and also heard Nadine's
cries. I could not see anything because the bed was in a corner.
 
'No, no more. I do not want it. Please, it hurts too much, no
stop'
 
'Then open your fat ass'
 
'No no'
 
Then, tough'
 
'And the correction started again. I did not know what to do. I
wanted to see so badly, but it was impossible, and all of a sudden, I saw
Nadine was trying to hide in a corner of the room-she was completely naked
and her buttocks were red. Then I also saw uncle. He was naked too and
something big like a stick was pointing out of the hair on his belly.
 
He came by Nadine, spanked her again, and pulled her to the bed.
Some more slaps and sobs, and then I heard: Now, may I stop? Will you or
will you not take that enema like a good girl? Saint Laurence is
expecting'
 
In a sob, Nadine said: 'Yes yes but go slowly, I am so afraid'
 
'Shut up! Open your buttocks better than that. Now kneel down'
 
Then the silence again, than Nadine's voice:
 
'No Oh, NO Ooooh it is too big, too BUG. No, I cannot take it, it
is too big. I' and then silence again with just a long moaning.
 
I waited, and soon I heard the bed squeaking rhythmically. And then
sighs, sometimes mixed with sobs.
 
'Oh, not that deep, it hurts. OOOH'
 
Then silence again.
 
I could hear Uncle's gasping breath, and his voice:
 
"Now, feel how good, how deep, how well it fucks you. How well you 
swallow it. Now, now, do you feel it? Does that please you? Feel how well
it slides in, bites me with your ass. And your buttocks do you feel my
belly against your ass?'
 
Nadine was sighing and not answering. The bed was squeaking faster.
 
'I am coming it is good! Feel it, feel it little Nadine, be happy,
and thank Saint Laurence. There, there, that's the girl, Aaah, in you. Feel
how I am coming in your belly'
 
Then I heard Nadine sigh the same way as she'd done when I sucked
her between her thighs, and after, the silence. The smack of some kisses
and a couple of light slaps, and again I saw my uncle coming back to the
toilet table with his thing wet and softer than before, not as hard, and
hanging a little
 
The next day, Nadine explained to me that she had received Saint
Laurence's enema. I asked her if it had hurt, but she avoided answering
directly. Then she said 'It does hurt the first time, but after' and she
left me suddenly.
 
Before the end of the vacation I was the blind witness to that same
performance. Uncle was also spanking me quite often, and a couple of time
he dug his finger-but not too deeply- in my asshole. He said: 'You will
soon be a little woman, and some day I will have to introduce you to Saint
Laurence and Saint Jeronimo.'
 
I waited, but nothing happened at least nothing noticeable before
the last day of my vacation. By then he had dug his finger completely in my
ass. It is funny that I did not find it unpleasant.
 
Janine was insidiously caressing Monique's thighs. She let her do it,
loving the soft contact of the fingers on her flesh, under the shorts. Soon
the hand was on her pubis, on the light hair, and fumbling between the
pulpy lips.
 
And what about Nadine? asked Monique, with a voice that desire made
hoarse.
 
Three days before I left, a terrible scene occurred. That night, a
white monk had been invited for dinner. They all had had plenty to eat, and
their faces were all red. I had witnessed in the mirror Nadine being
spanked. But they sent me to bed very early. I could not sleep, especially
when hearing Nadine's cries. I got up and-barefoot-I tiptoed to the living
room door. There was a curtain between the corridor and the living room; I
lifted up a corner, and then
 
And then what? asked Monique, ready to come under the brushing of
the little finger against her live bud between her cunt's lips.
 
Nadine was completely naked, straddling on a narrow bench. My uncle,
naked too, had Nadine lying on his belly, her head quite close to the funny
tool that pointed out of the hair of his belly. She was crying and twisting
under the spanking that the monk was giving her. His frock was open and I
could see another tube of flesh, bigger than my Uncle's, and with a very
red head.
 
'Enough stop, enough! I will do anything you want. Ooooh oooh 
enough'
 
The monk stopped his action. Her buttocks were crimson red.
 
'Suck Saint Laurence,' ordered my uncle. She hesitated. My uncle
started slapping her again. 'Enough enough. I accept. There, there,
enough.' Her last cry was lost in a hiccup, and she had Uncle's flesh tube
in her mouth.
 
The monk stopped beating her. He caressed her back, opened her
buttocks, put his flesh pipe close to Nadine's, and pushed. Nadine
hollered. She let Uncle's tool slip out of her mouth and remained
motionless, gaping, her eyes widened with pain. And I saw that the monk's
belly was glued to Nadine's buttocks. My uncle put his hands on Nadine's
head, and forced her to suck his tool again.
 
And after? asked Monique, who had begun coming under Janine's
caress. After?
 
After a little while, Uncle moved away from her. And then he let the
monk go in and out of Nadine's buttocks, till he uttered a short cry. He
removed his softened thing from the maid's behind and came in front of her,
like Uncle was; Uncle went behind her, where the monk was, and he placed
his pipe where the monk had just been-a little bit lower on the slit. He
gave the monk a signal, and he held Nadine very tightly by the waist. He
was looking between her thighs at Uncle's thing posed between her buttocks,
and then Uncle said:
 
'Now little Nadine, I marry you to Saint Laurence. There!'
 
Nadine hollered. Uncle's belly was glued to her buttocks. I saw her
fanny move as if she was trying to go away, and I saw Uncle withdraw his
tube, all red, from Nadine's belly. He showed it to the monk, saying:
'Raped. She is no more a virgin. Lost. And now the pleasure is all ours.
Raped!'
 
And once again he drew his tool on her belly, hollering like a
madman: 'Now darling, now, let be break all of your virginity. Let me open
the way for all the pricks that are going to come in you. There, there
feel how deeply in you I am going.'
 
And he was moving his belly, and I could see his fleshy pole agitate
and dive in her rubbing around the edges, and then go deep in her again.
She was hollering all the time. It lasted till he told her:
 
'Ah. Oh! I am coming I am coming in you in your virgin's cunt.
Aaah fuck!'
 
After a while he withdrew his prick, and then the monk approached.
Nadine was still lying motionless, her buttocks propped up. The monk
pointed his tool and did just as Uncle had done. He dug his thing in
Nadine's slit, still bleeding. He agitated it for a long time. My uncle was
holding the hollering girl. 'Beasts, you have raped me, you have taken my
virginity you raped me aaaah'
 
Then the monk became motionless and removed his pipe, all covered
with blood. I had to hide behind the curtains because they were all coming
in the bathroom, bringing the girl with them. I went back to my room, but I
could not sleep for a very long time. And for a very long time I could hear
little Nadine cry.
 
The next day, there was a long talk with Uncle. She threatened to
reveal everything. He was scared. I heard him offer her money, and the
possibility of working in another house. She only accepted the day after,
then he left her alone, and I received my spanking just any time, for no
reason at all.
 
I could caress Nadine twice before she left. She showed me her hole
in her slit and said that it was still hurting her. She left the same day
as I did.
 
But Monique was not listening any more, and was coming furiously
under Janine's finger caress. She was holding the little girl close to her
beautiful breasts.
 
A little later, she pushed Janine away, and told her:
 
Tomorrow we will see each other again; you will tell me the rest of
your memories and I will be yours just as you want me to be.
 
And she pushed Janine away, while the young girl was already placing
her head between the two wonderful thighs, and her hands were trying to
undo the white leather belt.
 
After a couple of long, loving kisses on the breasts, they separated
and Monique swore to herself that the next afternoon would be a delightful
one.
 
But what a night she had, haunted with rapes and other voluptuous
dreams.



 
CHAPTER NINE

 
The next day, at about the same time, Monique found Janine expecting
her anxiously at the same spot in the woods. It did not take long for the
young kid to find the way to open the blouse and caress the two wonderful
teats, and slide her hand under the dress. Monique voluntarily had omitted
to put on any panties that day.
 
Monique let her little friend suck at her statuesque bosom as long as
she wanted while her finger was caressing the already dampened love button.
But she pushed away the tanned little head that was already going down to
her belly. She promised anything under the condition that Janine would keep
on telling her memories. The child easily accepted Monique's questioning.
 
Janine had arrived at her Uncle's house three weeks before. She found
a new maid, named Solange, a stout country girl and an orphan, who had been
educated at a convent of Spanish sisters where, as it seemed, Barral was
allowed, after payment of an important amount of money, to choose a maid.
 
Solange was tall, her auburn hair surrounding a very sweet face with
big, always surprised, innocent eyes. She had a very heavy pair of breasts,
slightly sagging. Not as pretty or as strong as yours, said the kid to 
Monique. And most of all, big buttocks that undulated when she was walking.
She was wearing a dark blue skirt and a white blouse. It did not take the
child a very long time to realize that she was completely naked under those
clothes. She was not speaking much and even less about herself.
 
She was obeying Uncle quite well. On the first night, for a slight
mistake at the dinner table, Janine saw her uncle point his thumb to
Solange; she blushed and came closer to him. And without taking further
notice of her presence, he slid his finger under her frock. Janine easily
guessed at the girl's sighs and at her gaping mouth that he was introducing
his fingers in her asshole. When she went to bed, Janine tried to question
Solange, but in vain- the girl did not even answer her questions.
 
But the next day, after receiving a very strong spanking in front of
Solange, she witnessed a more formidable correction on the maid. She could
see the heavy buttocks undulate under the hard strokes of Uncle's hand,
then under the cat o'nine tails. She was surprised to see how well Solange
was resisting that energetic correction that was leaving large red marks on
her buttocks. Uncle was hitting across the big shivering cheeks, and the
globes were encircled by the supple lashes. But little by little Solange
got hurt, and she began to twist and ask-beg for mercy.
 
Uncle regretfully stopped hurting the girl, and Janine thought that
it could have been because of her presence.
 
Once alone with Solange, she had consoled her, and the young maid had
weakened in front of the child's kindness. She induced her into her
confidence by telling her about what she saw between Nadine and her Uncle,
though she did not insist too much about the rape. During the same
afternoon, in the little cabin that the two girls were sharing as they put
on their bathing costumes, Janine kissed the girl's breasts, and caressed
her buttocks while her hand brushed lightly over the girl's sex. But that
was all.
 
On the same night, Uncle went out. Janine went, by surprise, into the
maid's room, and, lying by her side, completely naked, while finding less
and less defense to her caresses, she learned a few details about Solange's
life.
 
She was used to being whipped at the convent and found Barral's
authority quite natural and also the fact that he had used it with her. But
she was reticent about what had happened to her while living at the
convent. She listened to what Janine told her about the boarding school,
and said that she had to undergo the same caresses and the same embraces as
Janine had to. That night, Janine succeeded in placing her head between the
girl's legs and gave her sex a caress that Solange seemed to appreciate
particularly. That was to be the first step in their friendly relationship.
Janine had been able to see that Solange's slit was broad and seemed well
opened, and that let her think that her uncle's tube had already penetrated
that mouth.
 
Once again Monique had to let the child's avid mouth suck at her
breast. She took advantage of that interlude to give the child a lecture in
male anatomy and little by little the child's head went down on her belly,
and then Monique exhaled her voluptuous pleasure in a number of sighs that
went away in the breeze, among the pine trees. She took the child in her
arms again, and resumed her questioning.
 
Janine had witnessed every day harder and more severe corrections on
Solange's behind, and the more the girl was resisting, she said, the more
Janine wanted to receive a spanking herself. She was not scared any more
when her Uncle lifted her dress to spank her. Sometimes her uncle forced
Solange to remain in humiliating poses, her legs taken apart, bending
forwards, displaying her heavy buttocks and the two mouths in her slit, or
laying on the sofa, on her back, with her legs wide open and folded on her
belly. Sometimes he had her serve the dinner bare-breasted, and Janine
loved it because she found the maid's teats attractive. But Janine was also
receiving more and more severe punishments from her uncle and the sound of
slaps on her bare flesh was to be heard quite often in the house. Uncle had
never used the cat o'nine tails with her, and Janine was proud to say that
she was more and more resistant and kept her legs closed tight together for
a longer period every day under the torture.
 
Monique smiled at such innocence, and at what it made her remember.
 
Sometimes, Uncle would go into Solange's room, and then Janine could
hear the cries of the girl, the noise of the blows, and then the voluptuous
sighs after the cries of pain. It did not take long for Janine to realize
that Solange was really her uncle's slave, and that she loved to be
corrected and chastised. That cooled the atmosphere between the two girls.
Jealousy? Who can say what happens in a young girl's mind?
 
The child violently blushed and stopped talking. Monique let her
think for awhile and then put on her dress again, and started buttoning her
blouse. The child stopped her:
 
No, no not yet. I beg your pardon, I will tell you everything.
 
Monique then caressed the child and let her replace her hands in her
blouse and under her dress.
 
Well, the other day, he spanked me very hard, and obliged me to get
completely naked, I was crying a lot, but the more I cried, the more he
spanked me. He even took his whip, and he was menacing me. Then I had to
 
You had to do what?
 
I had to do as a crab
 
As a crab?
 
Yes, on all fours. He looked at me and touched my slit.
 
Ah! And after?
 
He sat on the edge of the sofa and got all naked, then he ordered me
to caress this thing
 
His rod?
 
That is how you name it
 
With your hands?
 
At first (then the girl blushed) then I had to kiss it.
 
Is that all? He did not ask you to taste it?
 
Yes yes, like a lollipop, he used to say.
 
And you sucked it for a long time?
 
Oh yes, it was big, hard. He was holding my head, or pinching my
nipples when I wanted to stop, and, all of a sudden he said: There.
Swallow, Janine darling, swallow all that' and I felt in my throat
something slimy, sour, warm. I was nauseous and I wanted to go away from
him, but he held my head. I had his tool in my throat, and I had to swallow
everything. I did it, and then he let me go and said, 'Now you are really a
young girl little Janine, tomorrow I will give you an enema with that
special nozzle and you will see how good it is.'
 
Monique let the child suck at her hardened breasts for a good while,
then said:
 
And the next day?
 
Well it all started again. He spanked me all naked, and I had to do
the crab, then he ordered me to kneel by the side of the bed, my thighs
opened and he placed his rod on my behind.
 
On the hole?
 
Yes, and then on the slit. It was good- he caressed me with it. It
was feeling good just as it does when I caress myself with my finger even
better; it was softer, and my head was feeling all warm
 
And then?
 
Then he ordered me to take a horizontal position, leaning on my
hands Then he put something greasy in my behind, it felt funny. He moved
his finger completely in my belly. Then he took hold of my bottom, posed
his big tool on my puckered mouth, and told me to do as if I wanted to do
something, and little by little I felt that he was putting his tool in my
belly. It hurt terribly, it hurt so much that at first I could not even cry
I wanted to move away from him, but he was holding me firmly. And it was
still going in me, it was big, and long and long then I felt his belly
against my buttocks, and he stopped. As I was crying he caressed me.
 
Was it hurting you?
 
Not when he stopped. I just felt that my hole was widened. It hurt a
little, but most of all, I was scared.
 
And after?
 
He waited a moment, and remained motionless, while caressing my
breasts and under my belly, my slit with his fingers; then little by
little, he moved his thing in my belly slowly at first then faster and
faster. I was hurt at first but then as he caressed me at the same time, I
felt better. I was not contracted anymore and I was less scared. Then it
stopped hurting, and he moved in me as I had seen him do in Nadine's belly.
I heard him sighing, gasping on my back, and suddenly, deeply in me, he
stopped
 
After?
 
After he stopped, he put me on my back and caressed my slit and
sucked at my little button till I had pleasure. When it was all over, he
sent me away and told me to grow fast so that he could take my virginity 
and make me become a real woman.
 
And since?
 
And since yesterday, nothing happened with me. I hear Solange crying
this morning in her room and Uncle came down with his cat o'nine tails, but
Solange refused to tell me anything. Tonight as we are expecting guests, I
was told to go to bed early. This afternoon Uncle is working in the attic;
I do not know at what, he has ropes with him.
 
Try to know, said Monique, guessing that soon something new would
happen.
 
I will try. But I am scared of mice!
 
Monique burst out laughing and soon fell in voluptuousness under
young Janine's tongue. The child's head was deeply dug between the two
magnificent tanned and widely open thighs. Soon after that, they left the
place, and separated, deciding to meet the next day.



 
CHAPTER TEN

 
Monique, with one sudden move of her rear, separated from the man,
feeling the wet and slippery rod slide out of her guts. She had been taken
four times, and was mad because not only had she received no pleasure from
that embrace, but she was hurt, as he had been brutal. She silently dressed
and went out, draped in her black cape, in front of an annoyed Max.
 
The fresh air calmed and eased her mood. She was angry at Max for not
being able to moderate his appetite and his guests' appetites. And besides
that she felt no pleasure at the same old mirror game that was only a
forward to the complete sodomization of her being.
 
She went back to Sonia and slept miserably. The day went slowly. She
did not go swimming, and refused to let little Jacques caress her belly.
She met Janine at the same place in the woods and a long embrace had them
rolling under the pine trees in the dunes. Monique gave herself completely
under the child's caress. When the haze of pleasure that dimmed her vision
and blurred the trees and the landscape around her had faded, she stretched
and, while she was caressing her breasts, asked Janine to tell her about
the past evening at her Uncle's.
 
When coming home, Janine took advantage of her uncle being in the
garden, to go in the attic. It was a huge room under the roof that covered
the house's whole surface. It had huge timbers, and ropes were hanging from
the ceiling-she could not at once understand why. The only light was given
by some candles here and there, and also a couple of oil lamps. In one
corner of the room there was a kind of closet, the door of which was made
of disjointed panels. She looked inside, and decided that that would be the
ideal spot to go at the proper time.
 
She also noticed a few chairs, a chest of drawers, and on an old
table, whips of different types and shapes, and also leather belts, and 
tweezers, needles and many other torture instruments.
 
Janine went down for dinner. It was a quiet evening. Janine learned
that Solange was going to spend the evening and then the night at some
friends of Barral, under the pretense of helping them. She left around
eight or nine o'clock and Barral sent Janine to bed. Time passed, the night
was really a dark one; the young kid did not want to sleep and the whole
house was silent.
 
Then the noise of a car. Janine heard Barral locking her in. Quickly
she put on her nightdress and went by the balcony into Barral's room and
from there into the attic.
 
The lit oil lamps were giving a strange glow to the room and to the
things in it. Janine shivered, but she struggled against her fears and went
and hid herself in the little closet. She put on her slippers, waiting for
the mice. Her heart was beating like a drum.
 
She heard the car stop, then hoarse voices; some sighs, and cries,
then footsteps in the corridor. Then through the opened door came Barral,
dressed in a dark brown frock, then two peasants in Sunday clothes, with a
white carnation at each of their buttonholes. They were holding a young
bride, all in white, who was struggling against them. But Janine soon saw
that she was tipsy and that she could not really defend herself.
 
No, No, I do not want it. NO are you out of your mind? NO
 
Behind them came a fat and red-faced monk. Barral locked the door.
 
The men pulled the girl along one of the pillars. Barral took a
supple stick and came before her: She looked at him, frightened; the monk
came closer and told her:
 
Now, now, my child, you will have to become more obedient. Your
husband, completely loaded, proved himself quite unable to fulfill the
duties that he had to fulfill, and also showed that he did not deserve you,
as he is now completely asleep. You had, yourself, by your-let us
say-original behavior, some attitudes that are not to be taken or accepted
by he who admits you among the pure and holy young brides. Thus you will
have to repent and confess completely. My friend here, agreed to replace
your absent husband, and transform you into a real woman. You must now
accept that he does what he has to do with all the experience and
refinement that is required.
 
But, first of all, come here, and confess all your sins.
 
He moved his stool closer to her and sat down.
 
The young bride was looking at him in complete amazement. No, not
here. No, I do not want to, not in front of them. He drew her close to
him, but she struggled against him.
 
The monk got up, took a supple stick, and told her: If within thirty
seconds, you are not here, kneeling prostrate, I will be sorry to have to
chastise you as you deserve on your bare buttocks.
 
The bride looked at all the men, one by one, around her. She remained
silent and put her hands on her white dress. She shook her head in refusal.
At a given signal, two men got hold of her hands and lifted her dress from 
behind higher than the belt. She had a relatively plump behind, that was
molded in a pair of white silk panties. Barral hurried to roll the pants
down her thighs. She was wearing white silk stockings.
 
The monk raised his hand, and with a cutting noise, the stick landed
on the rotund globes, five times in a row, leaving big red marks on the
soft flesh. At each blow the bride's body twisted under the pain, and she
hollered like an injured animal. After the fifth stroke, the monk stopped
and said: Now Suzanne, are you consenting, or must I go on with the
punishment?
 
Ah, no, please do not hurt me anymore, I hurt too much, leave me
alone
 
I ask you to answer my question-are you ready to confess your sins?
 
From the tip of the stick he caressed the bare flesh, she shivered.
 
Yes, yes, enough, do not hurt me any more!
 
The monk gave Barral a sign. He put the material of her dress in the
belt of the skirt, revealing the strong behind with its twin pulpy globes,
separated by a deep slit. The fleshy thighs were emerging from the lily
white dress, their pink shades contrasted against the immaculate material
of the bridal attire. They placed the bride in front of a stool, bending
her forwards, and tied her hands with lashes.
 
Barral stood by her side, his stick in hand, and the monk sat behind
the young woman facing the bare round buttocks.
 
Then, while he was touching with his hands the bare flesh, he
confessed her, making her admit little by little all her menial sins, and
insisting on the sexual caresses that she had either received or given.
 
Then the monk said:
 
For your penitence, my child, you will offer the sacrifice of your
modesty, and then later, you will receive on your colossal ass, the
punishment that it amply deserves. After, and only after, will you be
authorized to be purified by us all.
 
He got up and they freed the girl. She got up, blushing under the
shame, and took a look at her captors. They were all holding whips.
 
The monk ordered: Take your dress off.
 
She looked at him, and remained motionless. A cry. Barral had just
stroked the bare behind. She moved away, and backed against a pillar. They
raised their whips: No No Not that, I will do whatever you want me to
do
 
And, breathing heavily, she unhooked the front of her dress, let it
slide, revealing the round shoulders, the muscled arms, the rather thick
legs. She remained with only a short white linen blouse, all embroidered,
and so transparent that one could see the brown flowers of her teats.
 
Lift your shirt and show your belly.
 
She looked at the monk, hopeless; two more blows reached her between
her thighs, then crying, she took the material between her fingers, and
lifted it up. The men could see the velvety pubis, the thick fur of ebony
black hair.
 
Higher
 
Facing the raised sticks, the girl lifted her shirt higher, and they
could all contemplate the round belly, the deep navel. They left her in
that posture for a long time, and then the monk ordered:
 
Take it off
 
A stick whistled in the air. The bride shivered, and her shirt fell
around her ankles. She was then completely naked except her white
stockings, her white gloves, up to the forearm, and her white veil. A rare
vision. Voluptuously, they contemplated her. She was expecting the end of
her torture, her eyes closed.
 
The monk looked at Barral who showed him the rope hanging from the
ceiling. They came to the girl, and before she could only react, they
fastened her wrists in two leather bracelets. She was then like a pink Y
hanging from the ceiling. Her breasts, propped up by this pose, were even
more suggestive.
 
They came to her.
 
No, no, please let me go. I refuse. No. Aaah.
 
She could not help crying under the odious caress of the hands on her
breasts, on her buttocks, on her cunt. They were sucking at her nipples and
caressing her between her legs. She was shivering and trembling, trying to
free herself from the ropes that were holding her prisoner. But in vain.
She kicked the monk with one foot; he came by her and gave her a couple of
severe blows, then he put her ankles in two other leather bracelets that
were tied to the ground. Now she was like a capital X, completely open,
offered to the desires of her tormentors.
 
Ah, you are like a wild horse, eh? Your breasts are sensitive? I am
going to harden that flesh then
 
They both came, Barral and the monk, and took a breast in hand. A
continuous lament filled the room, that had Janine shivering in her closet.
The woman was twisting in the ropes that were maintaining her and the men
were pressing her teats in their hard and nervous hands. They shook them,
pulled at the ends, pressed the globes, lifted-the whole globe by the
nipple. The pain must have been insufferable to judge from her cries. The
tortured flesh was lapped, whipped, pinched, squeezed. Then they stopped
and looked at her shivering body.
 
Now little girl, is one getting wiser? Now you are ready to receive
the caress that will transform your horrible teats into real breasts.
 
Barral takes a cat o'nine tails in hand. The monk sits by the two
country men, completely loaded and not realizing what is happening. Barral
then raises his arm, and methodically starts an intense beating of her
breasts. The young bride tries to escape, but in vain. One can see the
muscles shiver under the contraction at each blow.
 
The lashes are encircling the globes either from the bottom to the
top or vice versa; the flesh shivers and undulates under the blows. Barral
feels that he is reaching the limit that he cannot pass without it being
dangerous for the girl. He stops. He takes one of the brown, erected 
nipples between his lips, but then turns to his friends:
 
Those ain't big enough yet.
 
We will have to elongate the things, replies the monk.
 
Very well, says Barral and he takes a pair of tweezers-the old type
used for laundry- and he attaches them to the nipples. The woman screams
under the squeezing of her delicate flesh. In vain; they are all admiring
the show of that woman with her breasts stretched by the action of the
tweezers.
 
Barral feels a sadistic pleasure in pulling at the wooden things, and
stretching the solidly maintained nipples to make the treatment more
painful. The woman is moaning, her temples are painful under the blood
pressure suddenly increased by the pain in her breasts. Barral takes the
tweezers away and watches the color come back to the painful extremities.
 
Those aren't really long enough, says the monk who knows Barral's
passion.
 
I know a way, replies Barral. He takes two thin ropes ending with a
loop. Quickly he encircles the nipples, and then, squeezing the flesh by
pulling at the rope, he tightens his grip on the teats. Holding the ropes,
he pulls slowly. The breasts are stretched monstrously; the girl looks in
complete horror, at her distended bosom that elongates more and more. Now
the breasts are nearly completely horizontal, held by the tips. As Barral
pulls harder, the pain gets more violent, and she cries, twisting her
tortured torso. But Barral now turns the ropes and the breasts are
undulating under the action of his hands, like two puppets.
 
But now the girl is hollering, and after two more violent shakes
Barral leaves the breasts and unhooks the two ropes, deeply pressed into
the teats. He sucks at the breasts for a long time, while his hands are
caressing the girl's sex, and deeper, between her legs. She quivers. His
finger had just touched her virginity. He does not insist, but keeps
sucking at the teats, and looks at them.
 
But those ain't got no holes in them. I will have to do that right
now, or you could not feed your coming sons.
 
Horrified she sees him take the needles
 
Then one by one, Barral takes the needles, each tipped with an
artificial pearl, and he sticks them in the woman's nipples, not deeper
than a couple of millimeters. The pain is not too violent for the woman
after all the other tortures that her breasts have undergone. But she keeps
her eyes closed and sighs slowly. There are already twelve needles in the
right nipple. Barral now comes to the other one. There is hardly a drop of
blood. He is, doubtless, an expert.
 
Moving backwards, Barral contemplates his work, and says to the monk,
Now it is your turn to inflict on that young child the last chastisement
that she deserves. And he gives him the cat o'nine tails. Then raising his
arm high over his head, the monk gives the bottom a hard beating and soon
enough the result comes. She undulates in the most suggestive way. But
Barral gets up, and gets a mirror that he places, slightly sideways, under 
the bridged legs. They can all then contemplate her most intimate parts,
offered and distended by the pose that she is obliged to endure, a pretty
virgin's slit with the pink lips shaded by the pubic hair, slightly parting
in the middle of her buttocks.
 
And while the whip caresses the bottom, reddening under the
correction, the little mouth seems to open and implore in the language of
virgin cunts, some mercy from her tormentors.
 
Little by little, the girl moans and cries, and at last screams. But
she resists quite well because it is not the first time that her buttocks
are being chastised that way.
 
The monk strikes across her buttocks, bringing the blood right under
the skin. The flesh is squeezed with a flat sound. The lashes whizz, and
the strikes strangely enhance the massive and rotund bottom undulating
under the whip.
 
In the mirror, the sex keeps its mute conversation, its twisted mouth
opening and closing convulsively.
 
The girl sighs, and the whip cracks on her tense skin. The ropes are
squeaking, or maybe it's the wood of the timber supporting the girl's
tormented body.
 
But the monk realizes that the blood is going to come out of the hurt
flesh. He stops tormenting the bottom, and in the sudden silence of the
room are heard only the heavy breathing of the men, and the continuous moan
of the hanging girl.
 
Barral, one by one, removes the needles from her breasts. He could
not tell whether she expressed pleasure or merely gratitude when she looked
at him. He caresses the palpitating breasts, and kisses the consenting
mouth.
 
The monk separates them.
 
Not yet, my son. First, she, the sinner, must confess all her sins,
and repent. And Barral sees him take a long supple rod, and place himself
behind the girl. He speaks to her:
 
How many times did you touch your slit with your fingers?
 
The young bride, taken aback, does not answer, but already the rod
cracks on her flesh, between her legs, on the exacerbated pubis. The rest
of the stick insinuates between the lips of the cunt. Another cry, another
convulsion, and the flesh puppet moves in its ties.
 
Then? repeats the monk.
 
The girl is still hesitating, but the rod lands again between her
legs.
 
Enough enough! I well often.
 
Well, and this week?
 
She hesitates, and then feels the stick insinuating between her legs
 
Once
 
When?
 
The day before yesterday
 
Who else touched your sex?
 
No nobody
 
Liar and once again the stick whistles in the air before crashing
between the girl's legs, on the dampened pussy.
 
Yes, yes other people
 
The stick caresses the cunt, softly. She capitulates.
 
Who?
 
You, and then the schoolteacher.
 
And a guy from the town, from last year and my fiance
 
And?
 
And some girls
 
On Sunday and?
 
That is all
 
Liar!
 
Once again the rod
 
Enough, Ooooh enough, I will tell you everything
 
The monk stopped hurting her.
 
Then?
 
My future father-in-law
 
Ah, now you admit it, little vicious And in your ass? What nozzles
did penetrate?
 
He slaps the cunt, and in the mirror, Barral can see the rod that
goes between the lips of her intimate mouth.
 
Yes. I took some enema
 
And big fat pricks too?
 
She hesitates and the monk hurts her more violently.
 
Aouch! Yes yes my father-in-law
 
Often?
 
More than once and
 
And?
 
And the schoolmaster. Twice.
 
And? is that really all?
 
Yes, I swear it. I swear.
 
The young bride let her head drop on her chest, all her muscles
aching under her weight.
 
You bitch, hollered the monk, and you dared to refuse me.
 
He takes the cat o'nine tails, and with all his force hits her
between her legs. They are watching the horrible flagellation of her
intimate parts. The lashes are covering the fleshy and pulpy surface
freeing the flesh that reddens, covering it again the next minute. Like a
puppet, the body twists in the ropes, and the girl hollers her pain, her
eyes wide open. The tip of the lash crashes on her cunt, on her belly, and
the monk hits with all his strength, furious to have been deprived of that
pleasure, to the benefit of a mere peasant
 
At last, after a couple more violent blows that left the girl
motionless, he stops.
 
The bride is unfastened, put on her back on a bench; her thighs 
lifted up and apart, her knees touching her belly, and they all come to see
that tortured flesh, check her virginity, and put a couple of ardent kisses
on the burning cunt. Barral sucks at her more deeply, faster, and it gives
her such a strange sensation that she cannot restrain a sigh of pleasure.
Then he goes on, and little by little the spasm comes in the bride's belly.
She gives herself up to him, abandons all resistance. Her belly moves,
undulates; she contracts between the hands of the men that are holding her
and finally she comes violently.
 
The men strip, and Janine, through the disjointed panels, can see the
erected members of different sizes. One by one the bride must take in her
mouth the flesh of the men, and suck at the palpitating pricks, while the
others are caressing either her burning ass or the love button of her cunt.
 
The monk is the only one to let his sperm splurt in her throat, while
he presses her breasts, sagging heavily under her chest.
 
Finally, they pull her to one of the pillars where she is tied, her
hands held to the ground by two leather bracelets, her legs similarly
attached by two leather bracelets. The mirror is placed under her; she is
20 inches from the floor, and she is revealing under the light of two oil
lamps, her large distended bottom and the slit of the sex.
 
Barral, his prick in full erection, stands behind her. His hands
separate more completely the two globes of her buttocks; the head of his
tool, reddened by the effort, is posed against the pucked mouth of her ass,
opening the narrow passage. Barral breathes heavily; the muscles of his
thighs are bulging, contracting. Then he pushes violently with a hoarse
cry-another savage cry! The girl, her anus distended, feels the man's balls
against her cunt, and the hairy belly glued to her ass. The tool has
penetrated her with one single thrust.
 
Nothing is heard but the gaping breath of the young bride, trying to
recover her mind after that odious rape. Barral caresses her sides, then he
slowly moves his damp and hard flesh in her warm belly. The others, bending
forward, are looking at the movement of the fleshy pole going in and out of
her ass. Barral feels the contraction of the muscled little mouth around
his tool, and once again Sodom is the master of pleasure. Barral
frantically moves his prick. He feels pleasure come while bruising the warm
intimacy of the girl. She is gasping, and Barral feels his pleasure rising.
He moderates his pace, and moves out of her, then he digs into her again in
a brutal rape that has the girl panting and crying with pain. She is
crying, and tears are oozing from her closed eyes. The prick, like a
piston, goes in and out of the tender sheath, deeper at each move. Once
again, the sperm comes to the prick, and this time Barral does not try to
prevent its coming-he lets his burning sap spurt in her, while his fingers
dig into the flesh of her buttocks.
 
He finally moves out of her warm and slimy entrails. One of the
countrymen is already there, his short and erect prick in his hand. He aims
at the sperm soiled asshole and with one move of his powerful loins he
sodomizes the young girl pitilessly, not even hearing her cries.
 
Barral goes to the monk and together they discuss the fornication of
the couple in front of them.
 
Congratulations father, this is really quite a girl. How did things
go at the wedding?
 
Well, everything went O.K. I was sitting right next to the
newlyweds, and after giving them too much wine, I succeeded in adding some
sleeping powder to the husband's meal. When he fell asleep, they were both
carried to their place, and then I told her that one of my benefactors had
participated in buying her trousseau, and that she had to come to thank
him. She came, quite unconsciously, and in the car she ate an aphrodisiac
contained in some candy. It does not seem to have been too efficient, but
too bad.
 
I hope that you like it all the same?
 
When those bastards will have taken their pleasure out of her, I
will take her virginity.
 
The monk laughed.
 
Later, we will try to bring her here again under some other
pretense.
 
Are you sure of the silence of the guys?
 
Oh yes, quite sure, they often come to the rectory to play with my
maid without their wives knowing it. I have them at my disposal.
 
And what about the husband. If he wakes up?
 
No danger. It was a good dose. Tomorrow, when he wakes up, he will
think that he fucked his sweet wife all night long.
 
But her what if she complains?
 
She would not dare, it would be too shameful for her to say that she
agreed to leave him on such an evening.
 
Their conversation was interrupted by the continuous lament of the
young bride, being assfucked by yet another peasant. Come, let's watch
that, said the monk.
 
He walked to the mirror with Barral, and they contemplated the heavy
thick prick that the bride's belly was swallowing. The hole was completely
distended under the size of the dart. Under the vacillating light of the
oil lamps, the tableau had a strange, deeply lubric allure. The girl was
moaning, sustained by the plougher's powerful hands, but it was nearly an
inert flesh that he was dominating. The belly was slapping against her ass,
and one could hear the damp noise of the piston sliding in and out of the
painfully distended sheath.
 
Soon the man sighed and stopped. The silence impressed the men,
excited by that savage possession. The man disimpaled the girl, and she had
to be held. Then she was placed on her back on the bench.
 
The monk came by.
 
Let me go. Leave me alone, I hurt too much. No more.
 
Hush little girl. Now you will be rewarded, you will become a
complete woman.
 
Two men held her arms as if she was crucified, and her breasts, 
reddened by the cat o'nine tails, point arrogantly from her chest. Barral
takes the girl's knees, folds the legs till the knees touch the belly, and
then he takes the legs apart. He contemplates that pink virgin cunt, around
which the blows left some tiny red marks.
 
He bends down, his erected prick posed against the slit; the head
slides between the thick lips, and stops against the closed hymen. Without
pushing, Barral caresses the flesh softly and for a long time. The girl,
exhausted does not react; she stays there, her eyes closed, mouth agape.
She sighs deeply, and little by little the sighs change tone. Barral
guesses that the intense excitation given by the flagellation of her
sensitive flesh is bringing the girl off. Barral feels his prick, while
turning in direction in the cunt. The hymen is tensed, distended and
suddenly opens. The raped girl utters a pitiful cry and tries to escape
from the male's embrace, in vain. The other men are nailing her to the
bench, and inexorably the prick goes deeper and deeper in her cunt and only
stops when it reaches the bottom of the vagina.
 
Barral rests a little, slowly caressing the bride's breasts. She
looks like a wounded bird in her white veil. Then slowly he fucks her, his
teeth clenched, his eyes closed.
 
They are all looking at the love act. The prick is going in and out
of the cunt, covered with blood, but also with the girl's come juices.
 
Barral is now glued to her, bites at her half-opened lips, slides his
tongue in her mouth and inhales her warm breath. And with powerful
movements of his loins he digs his prick in the burning cunt.
 
The wide open eyes of the woman are now reflecting a strange
impression. They widen and Barral thinks that it is desire. He sucks the
tongue that does not refuse his kiss. He feels the white silk stockings
against his sides; he guesses that after all that display of intense
voluptuousness, he will be the first to really create pleasure in that
body, her first womanly pleasure. He wants her all and completely. After
the brutal possession comes the most refined caresses. He does not move
completely out of her, so that her bruised flesh would not suffer more from
the contact. His prick is now deeply in her cunt, and he fucks with all his
strength. He is completely in her, and what could not be avoided happens.
She gives herself completely. He orders the men to free her arms, and she
grabs him by the neck, encircles his shoulders, her body arched, her belly
tensed, glued to the man's belly, and the orgasm comes. Half conscious, she
bites Barral's lips. Then, mad with pleasure, she hollers her joy and lets
her arms fall from each side of the bench while the man lets the sperm go
in her, in hot long splurts
 
Barral takes a look at his guests, gets up and removes his softened
and soggy prick out of the vagina. Already another man covers the girl with
his body. She tries to scratch his face but she is maintained by the
others, and the peasant stops her cries with his thick lips. He fucks her
with the power of his short but thick phallus, tearing a little bit more
the painful passage. He breathes heavily, he rattles, and the girl, unable 
to defend herself, must let the sperm overflow her cunt.
 
Another cry-her eyes wide open and contemplating the huge tool coming
between her thighs, and the third peasant is fucking her too. He is in her,
and moves slowly; in spite of her disgust he feels pleasure coming and she
gives herself to that male. But he is selfish, and he comes before she
could be satisfied, and once again the hot and greasy substance is in her.
He moves out, leaving her disappointed.
 
She remains there, thighs open, from her sex sperm is drooling, mixed
with blood.
 
But he gets excited again. The others, exhausted by their libations,
are yawning on their chairs, their big hands resting on their knees. Barral
takes the girl to the bench, lies on his back, and obliges her to straddle
him. He forces her to impale herself on his prick. One little cry, and the
girl is glued to him. He gives the monk a signal; the latter, understanding
what he is expected to do, straddles Barral's thighs, and also the bench,
and aims at the offered asshole. One more sigh, and the girl feels the
monk's belly glued to her ass.
 
Under the double penetration she sighs softly. But this time it is
from pleasure. The flesh shivers, the hands caress either the breasts or
the belly. The moans of the girl are almost immediately stopped by Barral's
mouth. And under the yellow light of the oil lamps, comes the love song of
the over-satisfied woman.
 
The three remained motionless, crumpled over each other. Then the
monk moves out of the ass. The girl gets up, and the flattened prick falls
softly on Barral's balls. Barral gets up and caresses the warm and still
hurting breasts.
 
The girl smiles and her marked eyes are a testimony of the violence
of the assaults that she has just endured. She wants to go and wash, but
Barral holds her.
 
No, not now, not yet. You are my wife, and you are going to keep my
seed in you. And he kisses her.
 
He obliges her to dress again. And again she becomes the young bride
that she was a few hours earlier. Before she puts her panties on, they
asked her to make some provocative poses, displaying her cunt and her ass,
her legs propped up. Then at last, all of them being dressed again, they go
down.
 
Janine, behind them, goes back to her room, her finger slippery with
her own come juice from the many masturbations that she enjoyed in front of
all those exciting postures.
 
Monique was listening passionately to this account. She abandons her
body to Janine's lips, and three times in a row she comes furiously under
the child's caress.
 
They were late for dinner. They took a date for the next day, in
their little love nest after the bath

 

 
CHAPTER ELEVEN

 
Monique, quite exhausted, went to bed early, but could not sleep
well. She dreamed all night about whipped brides, raped and sodomized
women, white veils symbolically covering half naked bodies
 
The next morning Monique realized that she needed the contact of the
male, and she decided that she would soon remedy that lack in her needs.
 
In the morning she got her kicks with little Jacques and let him
contemplate her belly and her intimacies, and she also let him suck for a
long time at her breasts.
 
Around noon, she called Darcourt on the phone. He was very happy over
it, and asked her whether she would like to come to his place for a glass
of port after the bath. He said that he was receiving two monks.
 
Then in plain clothes? asked Monique disappointed.
 
Max hesitated, then:
 
Well, half and half, unless my instinct is completely wrong.
 
I think you will have to play quite a part after the usual glass of
port. They are interested in art, and whoever says art, means amateur of
beauty. I do not think that you will have to put on any underclothes, after
all, I have such good mirrors at home.
 
Monique smiled and accepted.
 
On the beach she told Janine that she could not stay with her; the
poor child was very upset over it all. Then Monique returned home to get
dressed. She put on transparent black silk stockings, high heels, and then
hesitated a little in front of her drawers, trying to find out the most
suitable attire. She finally selected a black silk skirt, that went
slightly above the knee, and a long sleeved, black cotton cardigan. She
added a little white lace collar; no powder, no rouge, but a little beret
on her simply combed hair, that added to her childish looks. She thought
that her breasts were showing outrageously, and put on a little black
bolero. A book in one hand, she crossed the little wood that separated her
villa from Max's home. He was in the sitting room, in full conversation
with two monks in their forties, looking smart and rather handsome. Her
bolero open, her legs crossed higher than usual, Monique was taking part in
the conversation, trying to follow the men's eyes under her skirt.
 
She was hot, having too many clothes on her. Max realized it and
suggested:
 
Why don't you take off your bolero, you must be boiling?
 
Well, as I have nothing under my cardigan, I am afraid that I would
not be too decent.
 
Now, now, said one of the monks, I hope that this will not stop
you. We do not want to be the cause of your discomfort, and your cardigan,
that fits you quite well, could not be more decent. Besides, this is just a
friendly reunion, is it not Darcourt?
 
He agreed, Monique stood up and took off her bolero, her voluminous 
bosom immediately showing under the too thin material, like a pair of
gorgeous cantaloupes. She was watching their excitement grow in their eyes,
and was getting her kicks from it. She looked like a little schoolgirl as
to her face, but a fully formed woman as to the figure.
 
Max asked her to be the maid of the house, and she accepted, her
natural taste for exhibitionism finding a perfect way to express itself in
that occupation.
 
She brought a little table, made of glass, to the window. It was a
very nice old-fashioned iron-mongered thing, that hardly came level to her
knee. She placed four glasses on it. On a nearby tray she placed the bottle
filled with cool and sparkling wine.
 
The three men came close. Her back to the window, Monique faced them
across the table, her knees touching it. She started pouring the liquid in
the glasses. It took her one single glimpse to see that her trick was a
complete success. The three men, while speaking more slowly, were staring
at the table, on which the skirt, open like a lamp shade, was reflecting
the thighs and the velvety triangle of her pubis. Max glanced approvingly
at Monique's showing how much he appreciated her delightful idea.
 
She gave him a glass, then turning around she offered them, while
preparing the cake, the exciting sight of her tightly closed buttocks and
rotund bottom.
 
The collation went on like that: the white wine, but also the
pointing breasts under the cardigan, the thighs outrageously displayed by
the mirror of the table, were as many reasons to the men's excitement.
While cutting the cake she opened her thighs, and when she turned around
she guessed, by the way they looked, that the men had completely discovered
the secrets of her femininity.
 
But she soon got another idea. As they thought that the weather was
delightful, she proposed to carry some cushions to the window, and they all
sat on the ground, facing the sea. She then cleared the glass table,
feeling if it was solid, and then sat on it, to avoid catching her skirt
under buttocks. Her flesh was in contact with the cold mirror. She crossed
her legs, and the skirt was lifted over the knees. Monique was slightly
reclining, her hands on the table, smoking an oriental cigarette. Under the
skirt, the closed thighs, half leaning on the table, were reflected in a
symphony of blacks and whites.
 
The men, facing her now, were looking at the silk clothed flesh, and
the little bar of the garters, on each side of her thighs. Little by little
Monique opened her legs, slowly displaying for them the inside of her
thighs and its reflection. Through the screen of her eyelashes she was
following the eyes of the men, impatiently waiting for the moment when the
compass of her legs would be open largely enough to allow a complete vision
of her sex. Out of fun, she moved her knees very slowly, then suddenly she
bent on one side, to put the ashes of her cigarette in an ashtray on the
table by her side. She opened her legs completely, uplifting one for more
security. She remained like that for a good moment, excited by the sudden 
density of the silence, and also by the caress of all the looks that she
knew were on her legs, on her sex. The men's throats were hard and dry,
their eyes shining. They were contemplating, under the relative shelter of
the black skirt, higher than the black silk stockings and the garters,
between the plump and pulpy thighs, the fair hair of her pubis, as a crown
on her cunt between the lips of her mount of Venus. The mirror was
reflecting it too, and the men were facing a twin image. Monique innocently
resumed a more natural position. Then tactfully started again answering the
questions in the discussion trying to avoid the looks of the men on her
anatomy, including Max's. Then once again she opened her legs and played
with the men's desires for several times. Max himself did not know what to
think about the Monk's attitude; they were excited but nothing was
happening.
 
Monique got up, and once again served some alcoholic beverages, and
each time she was revealing her charms in the mirror of the table. A lusty
ambiance was beginning to come in the darkening room. The sunset was giving
off strange red lights that accentuated the voluptuous character of the
place, and of what was happening, or going to happen in it.
 
One of the monks clumsily spoiled his white dress with liquor.
 
Monique, would you please show our friend to the bathroom and with
your fairy fingers repair that little damage?
 
Of course. Please, father, follow me.
 
The stairs are dark, and Monique does not turn the light on. She
climbs the steps slowly, side by side with the monk. He takes her by the
arm, his hand shaking with desire:
 
What a charming guide you are for such an escalade.
 
She laughs softly, and through the dark and narrow passage, brings
him in the bathroom. She turns the lights on, and easily with some water,
fixes everything alright. He is blushing, his desire is evident, but he
does not know what to say. Everything is silent; they go out. She turns the
lights off, and they are together again in the dark corridor.
 
Damn it, says Monique, I do not know where the button to the light
is hidden.
 
I know it, says the man by her side.
 
And his hands are on the blouse. He takes the young girl in his arms,
and, through the thin material he caresses the nipples, already erected.
 
Oh, says Monique, no, you should not. It is wrong, you must
not-leave me alone.
 
But she does not really resist when the two nervous hands lift her
cardigan up, and free the two breasts. A warm breathing on her skin, a
mouth that seizes her nipple. An intense sucking. Monique protests a little
bit, just for decency's sake, and lets the hands that have already lifted
the skirt high above the waist, caress the buttocks and then the belly, the
crotch.
 
She pushes away from him.
 
No, not that! You are exciting me, and what would Darcourt say?
 
She takes him back to the sitting room, and leaves enough disorder in
her attire so that everyone will understand her breasts are sharply
pointed under the cardigan. She serves some more liquor while the two monks
are speaking confidentially together.
 
Shortly afterwards, the other monk, taking advantage of the fact that
Max is showing some drawings to his colleague, asks Monique to show him to
the bathroom. They have hardly reached the stairs, when she feels two hands
caressing her bottom, uplifting her skirt. A mouth glues itself to her
flesh, in long warm kisses. She lets the man take her in his arms, the
cardigan is rolled around her neck, and two hands caress the opulent teats.
Soon after a mouth sucks at her nipples.
 
Once again, her buttocks are receiving the caresses from nervous
hands. An inquiring finger is titillating her asshole while a penetrating
forefinger seeks at her sex. She feels suddenly under her hand, along her
body, that the monk is placing his erected prick. She takes the shivering
rod between her fingers and caresses the tool while the man masturbates her
passionately.
 
The monk suddenly glues his belly to hers, and tries to insinuate his
prick between her legs.
 
No, no, not that. I am a virgin.
 
He stops, surprised, and his fingers checks that revealed
particularity. She twists, surprised by that unexpected contact, and she
turns around. He leans her against the wall and suddenly she feels, to her
surprise, the prick sliding between the globes of her buttocks like a
plough. She feels the hard texture of that muscular flesh. He whispers
ardent words by her ear, one of his hands caressing her breasts, and the
other one alternating between her ass and her sex.
 
Let me slide in you. Just a little, nothing. Yes, just a little
 
She shakes her head
 
No, leave me alone. Are you insane? No!
 
But she desires to be ass fucked by that man who does not seem to be
really master of his senses. She tries to move away, and only succeeds in
presenting her teats to him.
 
He immediately sucks greedily at the nipples. While he caresses her,
he places his prick between her fingers. She enjoys caressing that hard and
soft flesh. She presses the cylinder and caresses the round head; she feels
the pulse in it. The balls are round and full, the hair hard and curly. She
feels desire in her veins. If he could only guess it. He becomes demanding,
bends to suck some more at the tense flesh of her bosom. The prick slides
away from the finger's embrace and that breaks the enchantment. All of a
sudden she is ashamed, and she fixes her dress. He follows her downstairs,
in silence.
 
In the sitting room, nobody is paying attention to them, but at a
glance at Max, she realizes that he was not expecting them that soon. She
is disappointed, and nervous, she does not serve properly; soon she breaks
a glass and answer Max's reproach very roughly.
 
Then everything moves fast, like in a dream. She sees the room turn
upside down, feels Darcourt's arm around her waist, and then she felt Max's
powerful thighs paralyzing her, and her skirt lifted up. Her bottom was
revealed in the sunset light. The two monks were staring at the offered
bottom, the closed thighs, and the propped buttocks. Already she was
slapped on her fanny. She moaned and cried-was it pain? shame? pleasure? or
merely surprise? She never knew it.
 
No, no-not that, Darcourt. Are you out of your head?
 
But he would not listen to the young girl's supplication, and would
go on with his spanking of her rotundities. Oh, it was not a hard one. He
did not want to hurt her, but simply to bring her to that state of
excitement that he knew so well, so that she would become his thing, and
also his guests' thing. He did not know whether she would let foreign
pricks penetrate that perfect bottom, but he wanted his guests to take
pleasure, at least intellectually, in contemplating her delicate charms.
And the slapping went on, only punctuated by her cries and the sighs of
desire of the men, contemplating that beauty maintained between Max's
knees.
 
Soon enough the bottom was red. An intense warmth irradiated her body
bringing a new excitement to it. Her pulse was beating hard at her temples.
She resisted for a long moment the order that he gave her to open her
thighs. And she only gave up when her flesh could not take the pain any
more. Then, like a dismantled puppet, she opened and revealed to the men
her splendid little pink slit, with her puckered asshole, like some
mysterious fruit laying between the two globes of her buttocks.
 
Silence came again, and Monique enjoyed the sensation of being
admired like a caress on her unveiled femininity.
 
Max said: I hope that you will forgive her little misfortune And I
also hope that you think that she was punished severely enough?
 
Yes, my friend, that little girl paid enough for that menial sin,
her flesh is burning enough (she felt hands on her buttocks) but, to my
humble opinion, she deserves little mortification that will persuade her of
the importance of the mistake that she committed. What would you think if
we asked her to serve us another glass of that delightful liquor in the
attire of our good mother Eve?
 
That is what I call a good idea. Did you hear my child?
 
Oh, not that, I do not accept. Now Dar-court hear me. I refuse.
Oooh, Oooh, enough, enough, no, I hurt too much enough Aaah, yes, I
will
 
The blows were falling on her buttocks, fast, hard and dry And the
bottom was twisting in all directions, without great care of the suggestive
visions that it allowed when the legs were accidentally opening.
 
Max stopped spanking, his hand burning.
 
I will, she repeated weakly, completely subdued. But I would like
for you to turn all the lights out.
 
Did you hear? asked Max to his friends with a queer smile.
 
Yes for this time we accept that the penitence shall be effected in
such a way.
 
Max moved away from her. Her pulse was beating hard at her temples.
She pulled her skirt down, but she was already feeling the pleasure to show
herself naked to those men.
 
Come now little girl, pour us some drinks, and do not force me to
remind you of your promise.
 
Max took his friend to one corner of the room, still lit by the
sunset. They sat on low chairs. Monique went to the shade at the other end
of the sitting room. They heard the whisper of the silk against her skin,
and guessed the pallor of the naked body in the semi-darkness. The tinkle
of glasses, and soon the magnificent body, with its arrogant breasts hardly
moving when she was walking came to them. She served them one by one,
experiencing a wonderful pleasure in showing her body to those excited men
whose eyes were examining each detail each contour.
 
She showed them everything, she drank with them, her belly level with
their face so they could see her flesh palpitate. Even Max was under the
charm. No one dared to try to caress her, or even to move toward her. She
went back in the shade and got dressed again. She came back with them and
took her glass; she sipped it, and said:
 
I am sorry but I will have to leave now or I will be late for
dinner.
 
Already? said Max, why not stay for dinner with us?
 
Thank you, but I really cannot, I promised that I would be home for
dinner, but I will come back another evening.
 
Tonight?
 
No, that would not be easy
 
Tomorrow?
 
Yes, tomorrow, around nine o'clock. Where?
 
Here, my friends will certainly come here and join us?
 
Yes, we will, we will do the impossible and free ourselves to come
and chit chat with that charming young girl. I hope that she is not angry
at us for the slight correction that she received?
 
Hush, bad boys, said Monique shaking hands with them. I will see
you tomorrow, and then I hope that I will not deserve any punishment.
 
That we will have to decide, said Dar-court. And it is quite
possible that that beautiful body will have to dance tomorrow too.
 
I love dancing, my dear Darcourt, but it is not always the same kind
of dance that has my preference. Remember it.
 
Monique went back to her home, quite mixed up. She was at the same
time, disappointed and happy. Happy because she had really loved to be
examined by those greedy eyes, but disappointed at Darcourt, because- she
had to admit it-he had really hurt her in that spanking, and her bottom was
hurting her just to think about it.
 
Fortunately, Sonia was late and not in a talkative mood. She went in
her room, then Monique heard her go out soon after. The young Jacques clung
to her, and she took him to her room, craving for his caresses. She went by
the window, enjoying the cool evening breeze, and then she felt the child's
warm breath against the still painful flesh of her buttocks. She widened
the angle of her legs under the pressure of the two hands and bent forward,
offering her protruding naked buttocks to the caress of the young face. His
tongue insinuated between the two heavy globes and soon reached the tip of
her sex. He was licking the whole slit, drilling at her asshole, and then
sucking at her cunt, in a persistent and deep sucking that made her come in
a violent spasm. Hiding her head between her folded arms, Monique let the
evening air carry her moans away, twice.
 
On the next day, she found little Janine right after the bath, and
she had immediately to undergo the deep and savage embrace of that juvenile
body. What passion in that worship of her breasts and sex, what ardent
caresses!
 
Monique was left motionless after that tender assault.
 
When the child was calmed, Monique started asking questions again.
 
On the day after the bride's rape, Barral had been out most of the
day. Janine had been alone with Solange all day, quite bored, and at night
she went to the maid's room. One thing bringing another, and one caress
another too, they soon were naked, and the maid gave up in front of such a
sweet insistence. Soon it was a concert of sighs and voluptuous moans in
the maid's room.
 
At night, Barral, under some false pretense, had had Janine whipped
in a most humiliating and indecent attitude, but he did not ass fuck her. A
few cries in the night, and later on the noise of Barral going back to his
room, told Janine that Solange had taken care and profit of the excitation
that she had aroused in him. Solange confirmed it the very next day.
 
Monique pushed Janine's head away before she could reach the
sensitive and damp spot between her legs. She got up and put some order in
her clothing while saying good bye to the young girl.
 
She went back to the deserted house, and took a cold shower. Soon
after that, Jacques was sent to bed because he proved himself unbearable.
She went to her room and remained on her bed, naked, just thinking about
what she would do the same night. Some friends came in and took Sonia out.
Monique hesitated for a very long time before choosing the dress that she
would wear on that promising evening. Then she decided to take the pleated
skirt of her folklore dress and the bodice, only closed by some tiny
buttons that seemed ready to come undone at the first move from the
generous breasts. She placed her little black velvet cap on her head, and
then realized that she was the perfect picture of a high school student,
with a precocious figure. She put on very little makeup, and black silk
stockings. Black high heel shoes completed her alluring attire. When she
felt ready, she went to Max's villa.
 
Everything was dark. She went to the sitting room, and immediately
understood what was expected of her. The mirror was posed on the ground
with the little lamps that only lit the surface. Max and the two silent 
monks got up, and kissed her hand. They were silent. She was amongst them,
standing on the mirror, and she was looking at their tense faces, looking
at the revealing mirror under her closed thighs. She did not move for a
moment, letting them enjoy the vision of the white flesh the black silk
stockings. Then Max pinched at one of her nipples, through the flimsy
material of her blouse.
 
Monique sighed, understanding what they were expecting from her. At
first she resisted, and then she twisted her belly and her bottom, and
slowly opened the voluptuous compass of her perfectly shaped legs. The sex
appeared, a deep pink slit between the fair-haired lips. The thighs came
more and more apart, and then nothing of her intimacy was left to the
imagination of the three contemplating men.
 
Max stopped pinching Monique's breasts. All the men were watching the
beautiful display in the mirror. Then Monique was authorized by Max to walk
off the mirror and to go and put her gloves and purse in a nearby closet.
 
Max came by her and opened her blouse. The two magnificent breasts
popped out like two succulent fruits, with their erected and hard nipples.
Max kissed each nipple, and then took the rest of her clothes away. She
felt hands on her and she realized that she was being put on a kind of bed,
lying on her back. Her arms and legs were like the branches of a capital X.
 
Then suddenly she shivered and trembled at the same time. Three
greedy mouths were glued to her nipples and to her cunt. She was not
touched by one hand. She had no contact whatsoever except for those three
sucking mouths on her hungry body. Monique understood the kind of pleasure
that was on store for her, and she opened her arms and legs even more
widely. She could not care less who was titillating her cunt or sucking at
her teats, the only thing that really mattered was that humming love song
coming through her half parted lips. The pleasure. The spasms surprised
her, violent, and unexpected. She had to take upon herself not to dig her
fingers in the hair of the men that were glued at her nipples and at her
sex. She wanted to press harder on the head that was eating her clitoris,
erected between her round thighs. She tried to resist, but she could not,
and leaning on those unknown heads, she came passionately and fell
convulsed on the velvet covering of the bed.
 
They were already going away from her, and letting her recover her
mind. They were still not touching her But, little by little, the three
mouths resumed their former position, and Monique, whose youth allowed such
exercise, came another time under the triple anonymous sucking. But this
time, nervous hands were caressing her nervous belly and her hardened
breasts. She recognized Max's particular way of sucking between her legs,
and she drew her thighs close together, feeling his cheeks between them.
Another titillated clitoris let go between the lips of her beloved friend,
another dose of come juices. She begged for mercy, and they silently let
her go quiet again, but they did not stop caressing her body lightly all
the time. She heard them discuss together and Max asked her to kneel down,
her legs wide open. She was worried when she felt the monk behind her.
 
Suddenly she let out a sharp cry of surprise. A face was glued to her
propped buttocks a tongue was insinuating between the separated globes. The
mouth was closing on the puckered lips of her asshole as it would have
kissed another mouth, and the tongue titillated the edges, and then
penetrated her ass. Giving her an unknown feeling of joy. The young girl
gave herself completely to the new caress. The tongue was drilling in her
hole, and infiltrating deeper. It was most exciting. What sighs she let out
under that unequaled pleasure.
 
And the monk kept going on with his wonderful caress. Monique was
uttering deep and throaty moans, letting her joy come, and reach the
climax. Finally she came, her fingers rasped the velvet bedcloth, and she
let out a last loud cry. The monk felt the shuddering body on his face
still dug between the undulating buttocks. The bottom seemed to want to
absorb the sucking mouth-and then came another cry, similar to the first.
She fell on the bed completely motionless, her resistance-if she had had
any-broken by the violence of the newly experienced pleasure.
 
After a little while, she got up again. She could not see anything,
all lights were turned off. In the night, a voice (she recognized Max's)
whispered by her side:
 
As the little girl has been really good, she can now choose a nice
lollipop, as a matter of fact she will have three big lollipops, but she
will have to go and get them, one by one. Come on little girl, try to find
in the dark the reward for your good behavior.
 
And he pushed her to the middle of the room.
 
Monique was deeply excited to be naked in the dark amidst the three
men, mad with desire. What were they going to demand of her? She knew of
course that she was going to support their assaults, and the penetration of
their erected tools. But how?
 
One by one, were Max's words.
 
She moved, completely blind, her arms in front of her. She met a body
with clerical dress. Her fingers seized the motionless shoulders, went down
to the belly that was naked, and grabbed the erected prick. The man was
sitting down, legs apart. The rod was thin, rather long. He posed his hand
on her head; she bent, and found the burning flesh against her cheeks. She
opened her mouth and immediately had the pole in her mouth down to her
throat. She hiccuped when it met the lowest part of her palate. Then, in
the silent room, was heard the noise of the sucking. Monique was not really
an expert, and she preferred to suck at women than men, but maybe that was
going to prove a supplementary charm. She knew by the hard pressing of the
man's hands on her hair that he found the suction agreeable. She was
suddenly frightened by the idea of the shameful position in which she was
kneeling in front of that naked belly and sucking at the man's virility.
She raised her head, but he pushed her down and obliged her to resume her
position and take him. Then, at the contact of the hand, she knew that she
had found her master, and she abandoned all modesty and gave herself
completely to the task of sucking at his prick. Her lips coated the 
phallus, and her tongue softly titillated the smallest contours of the
protruding head.
 
But the monk pushed the young girl away, helped her up, and made her
bend forward. Monique leaned upon the seat where the monk was sitting. She
instinctively opened her legs and offered her bottom, keeping one hand on
her pussy, to prevent any attempt to break her virginity. But she only felt
the caress of the prick between the separated globes, and then the
resistance of her asshole, to the penetration. She closed her eyes, waiting
for the hard pain when he would rush in her, but he was very sweet and
progressive. He moved in, thrusting his tool slowly and with little pushes.
She hardly sighed when he finally touched the flesh of her ass with his
belly. And then came the delightful act of sodomy. She purred like a
kitten, enjoying it with all her body. The more the man was enjoying her,
the more violent was the slap when their bodies met. The man uttered a
couple of hoarse moans and the girl a few happy cries. Then came the spasm,
and the satisfied sighs of the couple, tumbling over each other on the bed.
 
The man removed his tool from the impaled girl, and reanimated her by
some very soft suckings at her breasts. When he left that she was
completely awakened, he pushed her again to the center of the room.
 
Once again, Monique faced her former sensation, naked in the dark
room. She reached the place where the other monk was waiting. He did the
same thing, giving the breasts long and encircling kisses, while placing
his tool on her hand. She felt its size, and was frightened by it, like the
day before, in the corridor. But he was impatient and he bent her forwards.
His bulging phallus bumped against the slimy and narrow mouth. She offered
herself to that erected snake. He bent and aimed till he was sure that his
huge tool was perfectly in the axis of her hole. Monique felt the nervous
and trembling fingers on her own flesh, trembling with desire. A long loud
cry came, as though she was expecting it. She realized the size of the tool
by the force of the penetration in her. He had penetrated her with one
thrust. Her puckered mouth, inflamed, distended, forced, was hurting her,
but she could feel the burning phallus deep in her, vibrating and quivering
with joy.
 
Fortunately enough, the man had only forced a sheath that had been
already prepared by his ass fucking. He was gasping a little, his mouth on
Monique's neck, and suddenly he agitated his member in her soiled belly and
the pleasure came, unavoidably. She forgot the pain, and gave herself
completely to the pleasure of the so beloved act.
 
He made her come her best, and when she fell in a last cry of
satisfaction, he had just spat in her his slimy and burning sap. He brought
her back to consciousness, remaining in her, his belly glued to her ass.
Then when he felt that she was available again, he pushed her to the center
of the room. She hesitated, but felt the presence of Max by her, bending
her and her ass, filled to the brim by the other's sperm, she received his
sperm in her, full of unsatisfied desires.
 
He moved out of her, and took her to the corner where she had 
abandoned her clothes:
 
Now little girl, go and get ready after your little toilet, but do
not be too long or you will be late for the reception.
 
In the dark she climbed the stairs, and uttered a little cry of
surprise when she bumped against a body. She was embraced, and could hardly
feel the hard material of the monastic dress, the naked belly, and the
erected prick. She was already turned around. She leaned against the stones
of the wall and she felt the head of a prick stop against her asshole,
dripping with the juices of former intercourses. She did not refuse herself
to the male who was taking her for the second time, and she recognized the
thin and long prick that she had sucked earlier during the evening. She
clenched her teeth and tried not to react too violently, but she could not
withhold two loud cries when the spasms seized her. Gasping, she ran to the
bathroom while the monk went silently to the sitting room.
 
When she came back, a little lamp was giving the whole room an
intimate and cozy atmosphere. They all got up, and came to her:
 
Good evening little girl, how late you are. Did you enjoy your
afternoon, and other banalities of the same kind. She entered the game
immediately, and they talked on in the most mundane way. The only clues
tending to prove that something had happened were the subtle smell of the
orgy, and a dim pain in her four-times-penetrated asshole.
 
She served the drinks and they all admired the opulent curves and the
graceful allure of the girl, her splendid legs under the too short skirt,
and her childish looks.
 
But it was getting late. She said good-bye, standing on the mirror,
her open legs displaying charms of her femininity. She refused to be taken
home, and walked through the woods at a good pace, delightfully tired.
 
When she reached the villa, she had to hide. Sonia was arriving in a
car, by the headlight she could see that she was naked under her long cape,
and that she was carrying her dress over her arm. Two people got out of the
car, and came to kiss her good night, another woman kissed her teats, and
then got back in the car. Sonia went in the villa.
 
Monique, quite amused, waited for a little while before going to her
room.
 
She slept like a log till nine the next morning. At noon she received
a little parcel from Max and his friends-it was a little mirror for her
toilet table.
 
In the afternoon she went to the beach alone, abandoning her body to
the foamy waves and the joys of sport. She wanted to remain calm, so she
did not try to meet Janine. She spent her evening alone with a rather
silent Sonia, and once again the bed received her for a whole trip around
the clock.



 
CHAPTER TWELVE

 
The next morning Monique went to the beach. She found the young
child, and she sat by her, in a secluded corner, letting Janine slide her
hand under her blouse. She had an idea.
 
Please stop. You are exciting me!
 
Come in the woods.
 
No
 
Why?
 
Because today, said Monique, I want to lie on velvet in a dark
room.
 
With me?
 
Yes with you. I dreamt, last night, that we were naked, that you
were caressing me, and during the whole thing, one of my boyfriends was
caressing you too.
 
Ah? And I was not saying anything?
 
No. You loved it. Just to please me.
 
What was he doing to you?
 
Wonderful caresses. And also he dug his finger in your bottom, and
also like your uncle and you loved it you enjoyed it?
 
You have a friend like that? I mean that you can be naked in front
of, and that does not take you? You are still a virgin?
 
But yes, my little darling. Aren't we giving them what is best in
us?
 
Yes, of course, but you are a grown-up.
 
And then what?
 
Well, I thought that older girls were making love in a different
way.
 
Lots of them do, yes. But the ones that want to remain virgins do
not have any other means to find some happiness, and without realizing it,
they are giving what is best in them too.
 
Ah
 
They both remained silent, looking at the flight of seagulls over the
sea.
 
Would that please you if we went to your friend?
 
Yes darling, so much. I think that it would be so good, and so
exciting. No?
 
Then, if you really want to I like it so much, and if you like it
 
Oh, darling, I am so impatient.
 
Monique gave the child a few caresses, and then instructed her for a
date in the woods near Max's place. She also called Max, and his joyous
voice was the proof that he highly approved of her idea.
 
In due time, Monique met Janine. She had on a white skirt, a trifle
too short for her age, and a white blouse. She was naked under it. A cute
bonnet made of white and pink wool covered her blue-black hair. She was not
wearing stockings, and had on white shoes. Monique was dressed in a similar
way, all in white.
 
Max was waiting for them in the dimly lit sitting room. The big
mirror was on the ground by a leather cushion. He greeted them, and sat on
the cushion, letting them stand on the mirror.
 
Monique caressed Janine, and Max was admiring the two reflections of
those delightful creatures. While Monique had her legs well apart, Janine,
full of modesty kept hers closed tight together. But she was giving up
under Monique's caresses. Her buttocks were round and firm, and her belly
hardly covered with a very velvety down, was promisingly bulging.
 
Monique allowed the child to undo her blouse, and let her suck at her
splendid breasts. Janine was bent forward, her back to Max, and he was
seeing in the mirror a large slice of her most intimate parts. He had not
touched her yet. Little by little, Janine, giving up under Monique's
insistent caresses, opened her legs, and in the compass of her legs,
displayed the young, pink, virginal cunt.
 
Max took all his time to contemplate and enjoy that rare show,
comparing the two cunts  the one of the already completely formed woman,
in full bloom, and the child's little bud promising already of many
enchantments. Shame came to the young girl, and she blushed violently. She
wanted to close her legs but Monique convinced her not to do so. Monique
took of her blouse, and did the same thing to Janine whose young, sharp
breasts jutted, already excited.
 
Max admired them, and his hands compared the volume of the two pair
of teats, then one by one he sucked at them caressing the nipples with his
greedy tongue. Monique got completely naked, and slowly slid the child's
dress down till it fell crumpled at their feet. Then Janine glued her body
to Monique's. Max caressed the child's slit and the sex, protruding on top
of the two slim thighs. She uttered a faint cry, half-shame, half-surprise.
Then Monique pulled the child toward the sofa, lay down on it, and let her
give her body the most passionate caresses. The child was sucking
alternately at her prominent bosom and between her thighs. Max, kneeling
behind them, was kissing the child's ass, digging his face between the
closed globes.
 
Then he was naked. He displayed his strong and harmonious body, with
his erected penis thin and long over the hard black pubic hair. Monique
turned Janine around and showed her the magnificent tool, telling her in
low tones-without stopping her caresses- what she wanted to see her do.
 
Janine consented, and bowed over Max's belly. With a deep sigh of
contentment he felt the young mouth open, and his prick slide between the
lips, on the tongue and down to the throat. Then Janine gave his flesh the
suction that he wanted so badly. In the silence came the wet noise of her
conscientious work. Monique came by Max and offered him her breasts so that
he would at the same time caress her. But his desire was violent. Monique
felt it and caressed Janine's head and Max's chest. The child accentuated
the ardent suction. Max gave Monique an interrogative look. She saw his
trouble and nodded affirmatively. Then he did not try to restrain from his
envy. Deep sighs, quivering body, and a hiccup from Janine when she felt in
her throat the long warm gushes of sperm fill it.
 
The child got up, and-ashamed-hid her face between her folded arms.
Monique came by her side, and slowly, opened her legs. Max, kneeling
between the young thighs, glued his mouth to her sex for an intense sucking
of the virgin and juvenile flesh.
 
Monique was slowly licking the young girl's nipples, and when she
felt the young body contract at the approach of the spasm, she glued her
mouth to Janine's. With a voluptuous sigh, the child expressed her
contentment that was lost in Monique's mouth.
 
They let the child recover her spirits, and then Monique, on her
back, offered her body to the youth's ardent kisses. Like a leech, Janine
took the tensed and sensitive clitoris between her lips. Max was bending
over Monique, sucking at her breasts. When he felt that she was getting
into the frenzy of the orgasm, he got up, and in the darkness he anointed
his prick-already erected-with transparent vaseline. He took Janine by the
arms, and she understood what he was expecting. She offered her bottom,
opening her legs, without stopping her suction at her friend's slit. She
felt the man's phallus do as her uncle's, and penetrate between her
buttocks, hesitating when it reached the contracted hole. Monique tightened
her thighs on her friends, cheeks and held her hands. She could see, as in
an erotic dream, Max's lubric face behind Janine's offered young body. She
shivered at the idea of that colossal prick edging its way in the tender
flesh of her young friend, and that added a new pleasure to the one already
coming from her titillated sex. Max, his hands on the girl's waist, pushed
with all his strength, and the head, slightly softened by the former
orgasm, molded itself in the contour of the puckered mouth. The
hole-softly, inexorably-was distended, and absorbed the fleshy pole that
was entering like a piston in a narrow but well-lubricated sheath. Janine's
mouth uttered a dim moan, lost in the flesh of Monique's sex. That sigh
excited Monique who was watching the movements of the man's belly behind
the young girl's body. Janine stopped sucking at her. Her mouth opened
under the pain when she felt the huge priapus slide in her narrow passage.
Max was thrusting slowly but vigorously and little by little the whole mass
of his prick disappeared in her asshole. Max stopped his action, letting
the girl get used to the presence of that big phallus in her. He caressed
her waist and her belly. Monique pushed Janine's head back on her yawning
cunt, and she resumed her suction. But soon Monique felt a warm breath on
her cunt and was excited at the idea of the sensations that Max was
creating in that young body. The man's belly was coming closer to the pulpy
bottom.
 
How good it is, whispered Monique, enjoying with a sadistic
pleasure the idea of the pain that the colossal phallus was probably
creating in her friend's belly. I am happy. Suck my love, suck your
beloved, give yourself completely. Aaaah.
 
And the child, propping her bottom, glued her mouth to the aspired
and aspiring cunt, sucked avidly, and felt the thighs convulsively tighten 
against her face. An intense warmth overflowed her while she felt the man's
belly come in contact with her shivering ass, and she was the prisoner of
Monique's legs. Max's hands were on her belly, in feverish caresses.
 
Max stopped, his whole energy centered on the vibrating pole, dug
deep in the maiden's flesh. He took a long look at Monique, entranced under
Janine's caress And then he began sodomizing the young girl, taking great
care in not hurting her sensitive flesh. His huge prick was going in and
but of the elastic sheath that was, little by little, getting used to its
abnormal dilation. Janine was not feeling any pain now. It seemed to her as
if a monstrous nozzle was churning in her asshole, rubbing from the inside,
the walls of her virgin sex. She was getting terribly excited by the
voluptuous aroma that was coming from Monique's cunt, her freed hands
gripped on Monique's thighs and she suddenly accelerated her pace in the
sucking of her friend's cunt. Monique, surprised, could not hold her
pleasure.
 
Max witnessed the sight of the girl, throbbing with pleasure, her
body arched, her mouth twisted in the terrible grin of satisfaction at its
peak, and he heard that inimitable cry of happiness that only satisfied
women can produce. Held as by gigantic pink pliers, Janine's head between
Monique's thighs followed all the spasms of the girl. Then everything
crumpled over the sofa. The thighs opened wider and the young girl filled
her mouth with the juicy flesh of Monique's sex.
 
Max had stopped his fornication on the young girl. He was just
maintaining her in a state of excitement by a slow subtle move in her ass.
He was waiting for Monique to recover her consciousness, but already Janine
was sucking voraciously at the still erected clitoris. Then Max, holding
the child by the hips, accelerated the pace of his sodomization, and the
room was filled with the sound of the shocks of his belly against her
buttocks.
 
Janine, transfigured, felt an irresistible pleasure come in her body
with that deep and strong penetration. She offered herself completely and
the rubbing was transmitted to her cunt. She was sighing, while eating her
friend up. Her tongue was titillating the clitoris, and her mouth was
sucking the lips of Monique's cunt.
 
Max felt the sperm rush in his prick. His legs trembled. He
accelerated his coitus in the offered bottom. On Janine's face was painted
the thin smile of pleasure, and Monique, re-entranced by the frenzy of
pleasure, was listening to the pistoning of Max's virility in her friend's
ass. The rhythm was accelerating. Monique was shivering under the spasms
that Max was creating in Janine's body, and that reverberated in her own
sex. The child was again prisoner of the thighs enclosing her burning
cheeks. Then with a last moan, she opened her legs completely and the child
opened her mouth on the flesh that she could not even suck anymore, taken
as she was in the turmoil of her own orgasm. She was throbbing, panting,
gasping, and she felt in her belly the violent and warm gushes of Max's
sap, inundating her in-sides while he fell on her, deeply impaled in her 
flesh.
 
After a while, Max moved out of the child; he helped Monique to
caress the half-unconscious little girl, and caressed her for a short time.
They were all silent, satisfied and happy. He left the women alone, and
only came back when they were both dressed again. He offered them a glass
of champagne and some sweets, and then, after admiring in the mirror their
long legs and the mysterious sex lost in the pubic hair, he took them to
the beach across the woods.
 
One last embrace, a farewell, a fervent thank you to an
over-satisfied Monique, and the promise that he would see them again, and
the two girls went to the beach together happy, all desires fulfilled.
 
Happy? asked Monique.
 
Yes, you are a real love
 
Will you come back?
 
Janine smiled and whispered:
 
Of course, everytime that you will want me to.
 
They separated after a relaxing bath. Monique went back to Soma's
villa, already thinking about more pleasures and new voluptuousness.



 
CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 
A few days of compulsory relaxation meant for Monique the occasion to
do all the annoying visiting around Sonia's house, and also a general
checkup of her garderobe. But as soon as nature allowed her to satisfy it,
her desire came back, just as violent as before. Janine was the first to
take advantage of that state of things. While Max was traveling and was
absent for a few days, Jacques consoled her, and once again, one night,
while she was leaning against the stone balcony of her room, he gave her
propped-up bottom the caress that had already satisfied her more than once
in similar cases. She had the delightful joy of feeling the delicate and
sharp tongue drilling in her narrow asshole.
 
One day, at last, Max telephoned her, and she immediately went to his
place. He was expecting her. It was a festival of debauchery. Long suckings
at her breasts, whippings of her offered bottom, and then the slow
penetration of her narrow sheath by the erected dart.
 
A little bit later, when they had recuperated from all their efforts,
they chit-chatted about them and their friends. Max told her that a couple
of friends of his, Anamits by birth, were back to their nearby villa. It
was a little bungalow, colored and ornamented with oriental emblems. They
were a nice couple of lovers and worshipped of love, voluptuousness, and
strange sex customs. They were passionate flagellants, but they knew the
tortures that would bring the submitted woman to the limits of bearable
pleasure. Max was to see them the next day. He asked Monique whether she
would like to come with him and taste new and unbelievable pleasures. Her 
curiosity was awakened, and she accepted, reassured by the idea that Max
could always be present.
 
On the next day, she received, through Max, an invitation card. It
was like a Christmas card-on one side were those words, in semi-oriental
characters:

 
Chang and Tai would be most pleased to have the honor of your
presence to sacrifice to the great Lambda, when the full moon will reach
the top of the trees. Then the Lotus flower will open, and the fruits will
glow under the soft caress of the bamboos, and the love song will go to the
stars.

 
The other page represented-delicately drawn and painted-a naked woman
standing, her legs apart, tied to the ground by her feet. The arms were
joined, tied to a rope, hanging presumably from the ceiling. She was facing
a green bronze buddha, fat-bellied and sardonic, in front of which were
burning little perfume censers.
 
Monique remembered that the Lambda is a Greek letter, shaped as an
upside down Y, and she understood the meaning of that celebration.
 
Max had added a little note telling her to be in the wood, at a
certain point, at nine o'clock, and giving her some instructions as to the
way she should be dressed.
 
The afternoon seemed endless to the young girl, and so was the
evening. Immediately after the dinner, she went to her room to get ready.
Fortunately the night was quite dark at this early hour. Over the dresses
that he had asked her to put on she threw a long black cape, and met Max in
the woods. He was waiting for her, dressed in dark blue flannel. They
walked silently together to Chang's villa.
 
A little Anamit, naked, her loins encircled by a large black scarf
covering her pubis, opened the door without saying one word. She had small
and hard breasts and seemed hardly thirteen. They went into a room where
one lamp, dimmed with a violet filter, was giving a strange light.
 
Monique took her cape off, and put a white silk mask over her face.
Max looked at her; she was wearing a very short white flannel skirt that
displayed generously the wonderfully shaped legs, and was rather a tennis
skirt than a real dress. It stopped mid-thigh. The legs were naked. She had
white linen shoes with high heels. Her blouse was of raw silk that clung to
the smallest contours of her perfect bust. The provocative breasts were
visible through two cavities tailored for that reason. The brown nipples
were pointing out of two holes, star shaped. The contrast between the
tanned flesh, the dark nipples, and the pale amber color of the blouse,
were most delicate. She had also a little beret of white cotton posed,
slightly sideways, on her hair.
 
Monique and Max followed the little Anamit girl, and they all entered
a large room with green silk covering on the walls. In one side a big
Buddha made of green bronze in a sitting position, was displaying its 
monstrous stature, lit by little lamps encircling its colossal base. From
the ceiling colored streamers were hanging with delicately painted dragons
and flowers. And everywhere, in an artistically created disorder, were silk
cushions also decorated with flowers and dragons.
 
Monique, getting used to the very dim light, saw the two Anamits,
kneeling in front of the Buddha, and they got up and came to them.
 
He was dressed traditionally with the long frock of dark silk, and
the little sharp pointed shoes. She was wearing only the black silk pants,
and on her chest two sharp and erected breasts were pointing their hard
nipples toward the ceiling.
 
They bowed in front of the visitors, and Chang kissed Monique's hand.
Then they took them to the Buddha. It was only at that moment that Monique
saw the Buddha's colossal phallus. In full erection, and shining under the
multicolored lamps. A strange smile was forever ornating the bronze
colossal face.
 
Chang showed Max to a silk cushion in one corner of the room and gave
him cigarettes. He added with a strange smile: You can smoke it, it is
only tobacco. Then he came back to his place behind Monique on a big
cushion, also decorated with dragons.
 
Tai came to Monique and sitting in front of her, contemplated the
offered breasts enhanced by the strange cut of her blouse. She gave the
pink nipples two soft kisses that had Monique shivering. Chang was admiring
the long legs under the dress, and also the magnificent back. His eyes were
already shining with desire.
 
Slowly, and so delicately that she hardly realized it, he unhooked
the blouse, and Tai took it off. The young girl blushed a little while the
familiar warmth filled her veins. Her eyes were looking over Tai's
shoulders at the sardonical Buddha, but she did not see Chang remove one
corner of the carpet, and thus unveil a mirror on the ground with two
cavities on each side in the shape of a foot. Then Chang took some incense
and ceremoniously put it in the burners. A strange and powerful smell
filled the room.
 
Tai took Monique over the mirror that nothing was lighting. Then she
fixed her hands at two variegated streamers, stopped. Then a dim pink light
came from under her on the mirror. The shape of her perfect legs was
enhanced by her very high heels.
 
Her thighs closed, Monique was waiting, breathing the penetrating
smell of the subtle perfumes. She felt Chang coming close behind her with
his pillow.
 
Tai was admiring the superb breasts. She covered the soft globes with
her small hands and gave the teats very soft and slow caresses. Monique
closed her eyes, letting joy come in her, feeling Chang's eyes on her
intimates displayed by the mirror. Then Tai took a little gray feather,
very light and silky, and with its tip she started caressing the nipple of
one breast. It communicated a delightful sensation to the whole body of the
young girl. The nipples suddenly hardened and got erected, and her whole 
body was soon overcome by that intoxicating sensation of pleasure.
 
Monique could not hold back a deep sigh and she offered the other
breast. But Tai was lingering on one breast, looking intensely at the
erection of those breasts, spying the smallest shiver on that abandoned
flesh. Under the increasing excitation, Monique was twisting her belly, and
Chang was following in the mirror the undulations of the bottom.
 
But the excitation became unbearable; in vain was she trying to offer
the other breast. Tai was touching only one globe, drawing large circles,
and then pinching the nipple, tickling at the hyper-sensitive flesh, and
then again and up, and down in a light and unbearable touch
 
Now Monique was convulsively dancing like the oriental dancers over
the revealing mirror for Chang's pleasure.
 
The feather once again resumed its tickling of the nipple that was
getting painful, so hard was the excitation. And then it went to the other
breast. Monique was sighing more and more deeply and the Buddha, facing
her, seemed to laugh at her delightful torment. She had the feeling that
her breasts had doubled their volume under the titillation of the feather.
And she understood the sense of the sentence:  the fruits will glow under
the soft caress of the bamboos, that she had read on the invitation card.
 
Then Tai spoke with mellifluous tones:
 
Little occidental girl, open your legs, and place your feet where
the Master wants you to place them.
 
Monique, sighing, the pulse beating hard at her temples, looked at
Tai, but she had an absolutely impassive face, and was still caressing the
globes with her feather. Then Monique slowly opened her legs and placed her
feet in the two inclined holes on both sides of the mirror. The legs opened
like the two branches of a compass. Monique was holding firmly the
multicolored streamers, and the inclined position of the holes for her feet
preventing her from sliding, keeping her from getting tired too easily.
Monique, palpitating under the caress of the feather, did not care to let
Chang see her sex between her legs; it had no importance. Nothing was
important but her pleasure. And anyway, how many eyes had already
contemplated, in a mirror, her intimacy. Tai was also sometimes looking at
the yawning pink slit, but her hand was carefully caressing the exacerbated
teats. Chang was taking a very great pleasure in that voluptuous sight, and
could feel his member erect under his black silk pants.
 
Then, under the excitation, Monique could not control herself, and
once again she offered the sight of her dancing legs in the mirror,
displaying and hiding her sex according to the positions that she was
assuming under the caress. She was panting with pleasure, and a little bit
of juice was dripping from her cunt. In one throb, she closed her legs, but
Chang feared all at once. She leaned her head forward and immediately
grabbed her feet, and replaced herself in the posture that she had before.
Then she stopped resisting and gave herself to the spasm that was in her.
She came with huge bumps of her belly, and the legs seemed to give up under
her.
 
Chang held the exhausted Monique and allowed her to close her legs.
Tai put some more incense in the burners, and then Chang came in front of
Monique, Tai from behind, unhooked the short skirt, and the completely
naked body was offered to the contemplation of everyone. Even Tai was
admiring and her eyes were shining with pleasure.
 
Chang bent forward and started caressing the nipples with his lips;
he sucked deeply at their contracted little buds, proving how he loved the
contact of that hard and soft flesh. His thin fingers were caressing
Monique's belly. Tai was standing behind Monique, her hands crossed over
her chest.
 
But then Chang stopped sucking at the breasts, and the reddened and
damp nipples were out of his mouth. Chang gave Tai a sign, and then the
streamers were lifted some more till the young girl's arms were nearly
parallel above her head. The ankles were tied to a pair of bracelets to the
ground, and the legs taken more apart. Then like a fleshy Lambda, Monique
was offered to the motionless eyes of the Buddha and to the shining eyes of
the other assistants.
 
The only contrasting white spots on that tanned flesh were the white
mask on her eyes and the little white beret. The body, lit by the mirror,
was offering its pink flesh shaded by the pubic hair and the hole of her
navel.
 
Monique, slightly anxious, was waiting. Between her opened legs the
lips of her cunt were slightly protruding, and the immodestly displayed
cunt was revealed in the mirror. Sweet sight. In the silence came Tai's
voice:
 
Little occidental girl, now that your breasts have given you
pleasure you must offer their torture to the Buddha so that He will allow
you to receive more penetrating and exciting caresses.
 
Monique took a look at Tai, she was standing sideways by the tied
girl. In her hand was a cat o'nine tails, whose lashes were made of silk,
tressed as little ropes, and cut quite short.
 
She raised her hand and the breasts shivered, round and firm. Monique
closed her eyes, more surprised than hurt by the blow that had just hit her
right breast. The lashes slid on the globe, hesitating regretfully on the
nipple, and again Tai raised her hand and a methodical flagellation began.
The blows were calculated so that she only felt a dim warmth fill her
veins. Her breasts were shaken by the harder and harder blows of the silk
lashes. It did not really hurt; it was more like a kiss of fire that was
irradiating through her whole body. The breasts were little by little
becoming pinker and pinker. Suddenly Tai struck from the base of the
breasts to the top of the globe, and sometimes the two globes would shiver
and swing against each other; then Tai stroked without any precise
direction and it gave the expected result. Under the diffuse flagellation
the breasts became more sensitive and Monique twisted her bust. She started
the most magnificent, the most lubric oriental dance. She uttered hoarse
cries at each blow. Her eyes closed, her lips closed tight together, 
Monique was sinking in an abyss of pleasure. She felt as if her two breasts
were burning coals
 
Tai was only aiming at the globes and they had now taken a deep
purple coloration. From time to time the lashes hurt the nipples, and then
Monique was twisting her whole body more violently. Like a puppet she was
trying to free herself from her ties. Her belly was tensed, sometimes
offered and sometimes refusing to be touched. Her twisted sex was opening
and closing and the men were following its movements in the mirror. Then
Tai started hurting her, hitting stronger and harder, but so deep was the
pleasure of Monique that she did not even realize that Tai had changed to
another whip, made of bigger, harder, and more dense lashes. An intense
warmth covered her chest and she felt something that was either
insufferable pain, or pleasure. The breasts being hit more violently, were
slapping against each other. The lashes were dancing around the globes,
squeezing the nipples that sometimes disappeared completely in the softer
flesh of the breast, to immediately reappear, redder and harder. Her body
was arching in the most lubric attitudes. Her mouth twisted, she was
crying, hollering under the flagellation, and Tai knew that Monique was
deeply suffering. She was openly surprised that the girl did not swoon
under the violence of the whipping. But she could also see the pleasure
that Chang was taking in her torture and she kept on whipping the tormented
flesh harder and harder.
 
The lashes were crashing on the soft flesh, squeezing, burning,
biting. Then, after a last row of blows that had Monique hollering her pain
like a tortured beast, she stopped tormenting the reddened flesh.
 
Silence came. The only rumor was the sigh of the tortured girl,
hanging from the ceiling, her head leaning on one side. Max and Chang came
by, and Chang started sucking at one nipple, his caress bringing some
appeasement to the burning pain that was drilling its way through Monique's
body.
 
Then Chang said a few words in Anamit dialect to his wife. She
disappeared and came by pushing a little table on rubber wheels. It was
covered by a piece of blue material and slightly inclined. The streamers
were lowered from the ceiling. The table was used as a bench. The girl was
now sitting on it and then she lay on it. Then, her arched body propped,
her chest and its voluminous teats were delightfully offered. The ankles
were tied by Chang and Tai, to a couple of bracelets also hanging from
streamers that were lowered from the ceiling. When those were lifted up,
the legs were propped up like a V, in a 90 angle to the belly.
 
In the light of the little lamps the pulpy buttocks appeared, and
then the yawning mouth of the sex, and the puckered asshole. The light of
the mirror was turned out, and then another pink light came on and the ray
was directed right on the girl's cunt. It was a delicate sight, that long
slit, with the pulpy and slightly damp lips of the cunt protecting the love
bud and her virginity. And also the sight of her anus, narrow door to her
warm insides.
 
Monique was slowly recuperating. Her breasts were still hurting, and
she remembered the account of what had happened to the young bride, as told
by Janine. She was a little scared.
 
She felt a long caress on her sex. Tai, kneeling in front of her
gaping and opened thighs, had posed a very soft and supple feather on her
clitoris, and softly she was teasing the erected bump. The result was
immediate, the little piece of flesh soon dilated, and pointed out,
building out of the protective lips. Then, with the tip of the feather, Tai
started caressing the tip of the clitoris, being very careful not to touch
the nipples without touching the globes of the breast. Monique felt a
violent excitation come in her. Her body, already exacerbated by the
flagellation, got more tense, and they could all see the belly undulate,
the thighs open more widely, and the sex offer its pink mouth.
 
Tai, as a conscientious pupil was still brushing the end of the
clitoris with the tip of the feather.
 
Then came the sighs of pleasure from Monique, who, forgetting the
cruel flagellation that her breasts had just endured, was now giving up
under the exciting masturbation of that little feather on her most
sensitive part. She came fast, in spite of the lightness of the caress. She
was violent, and the contraction of the belly and the pubis surprised Tai,
though she was expecting it. Monique uttered loud moans and her muscles
tightened, then the cunt seemed to open, to twist a couple of convulsions,
and while the cries of voluptuousness were bursting under the ornated
ceiling, the cunt yawned more openly and the come juices came dripping at
its edge. Tai received the juices on the feather and on her fingers. And
then it was silence again, while the voluptuous belly was still
convulsively agitated.
 
Tai, still kneeling, was expecting, contemplating Monique's cunt, and
giving her some time to recuperate. Then, pulling an ivory dildo from a
little box posed at the feet of the Buddha, she posed it against the
offered, puckered anus, and pushed it. It was approximately the size of a
man's prick. Slowly, while Monique was moaning, half surprised and half
pleased, Tai dug the dildo in her up to the hilt till her fingers met the
skin of Monique's ass.
 
The two men were bending on each side of Tai, and she was pushing and
pulling the ivory dildo in and out of Monique's ass. But the dildo was
sliding too easily in that mouth that had been taken so many times. Tai was
agitating it in all directions so as to widen the passage. Max understood
why when he saw the girl prepare another dildo, bigger and fatter, with a
bump in its middle and whose head was olive shaped. Tai removed the other
from the entrails, and posing the bigger one against the hole, she pushed
violently at the pole. In went the dildo with a wet noise. The mouth seemed
to open under the effort of the penetration, but the whole tool penetrated
and was swallowed by the entrails and their mysteries. The whole dildo was
in Monique.
 
She guessed, at the sudden dilation of her asshole, the trick that 
had been played on her, but she did not say anything and let the
voluptuousness of the penetration bring another pleasure to her.
 
Tai was looking at Chang, but he said: No, not tonight, another
time. Max saw that Tai, while agitating the dildo in Monique's ass, was
closing the box that she had taken it from, and he guessed that it probably
contained another dildo, even bigger. He could not imagine that she could
support a bigger tool in her, so big was the one that she was already
swallowing.
 
Tai was slowly agitating the tool in her palpitating belly, and Max,
with Chang, was watching the contractions of the asshole on the phallus
that penetrated its flesh. It was a fascinating sight to see that mouth
suck up the ivory. It was as two parted lips, pulled out when the dildo was
pulled out, glued to the material, and then pushed in with a moist noise.
Come juice was slowly dripping from the satisfied cunt and was lubricating
the ivory pole, making it slide more easily in the ass.
 
Excited by that shuttle movement, Monique realized that her pleasure
was coming once again. She forgot all about the shameful posture she was
assuming. She thought only of herself, her joy and satisfaction. Once
again, her belly contracted by the voluptuous spasm, quivered, and tensed.
The buttocks were propped up, offered, gaping under the sodomization. Her
thighs contracted and she tried to free herself from her ties in vain. Tai
was manipulating the dildo with an expert hand, and she was slowly and
inexorably bringing Monique to a climax. It happened at last, and she could
not master any longer the frantic moves of her body. Tai could hardly
control the movements of the dildo between her fingers. Then, contracted in
her ties, Monique uttered her pleasure and fell motionless, exhausted, on
the couch. Tai dropped the pole that remained implanted in Monique's ass.
She watched the last nervous contractions of that body, tortured with
pleasure, and then she took the shiny instrument out of her victim's flesh.
 
Then Tai undid the ties that were holding Monique prisoner, and
helped the girl stand up. Once again, Monique was on the mirror, her arms
lifted up. And once again the dim light surrounded and enhanced the soft
contour of her juvenile body.
 
Now you must dance a little, in order to charm the Master.
 
Monique listened to Tai's demand, but too exhausted to move, remained
gazing and breathing heavily. Then Tai murmured:
 
You refuse? You do not know how to dance perhaps? Now, look how
easy
 
Monique cried, there was a swish in the room. Encircling the globe of
one of her buttocks, the leather lash of a cat o'nine tails drew another
welt on her rear. Before she could utter the faintest protestation, Monique
felt a hard blow on her already oversensitive skin. Her whole body was
flooded by an intense pain. Tai was an expert whipper. Monique, her teeth
clenched, could not help moaning under the biting of the lashes. And, while
she tried to avoid the cruel contact, she executed in front of Chang and
Max the most obscene and lubric of belly dances.
 
Her belly was undulating, twisting, gyrating all kinds of ways, under
the stimulant action of the whip. Her navel was opening and closing, like
another little mouth in the middle of her belly. The pubis was sometimes
protruding, and sometimes nearly completely disappearing between her closed
legs. The buttocks were already red, but Tai was not stopping. She was
flogging violently the plump bottom and one could already see big blue
streaks on the globes. She was flogging so violently that the lashes seemed
to disappear completely in the flesh, and then suddenly reappear leaving a
red mark on the tortured flesh. Monique was crying, hollering, hiccuping,
her eyes bulging, her mouth twisted. That was the most serious correction
that she had received for a very, very long time.
 
But Chang saw the young girl was slowly reaching the extreme limits
of her resistance. He gave Tai a sign, and after two more strokes, she
stopped flogging the reddened bottom.
 
Then Chang came by the young girl and contemplated the ruby-red
buttocks. He palpitated the painfully exacerbated flesh, and then said:
 
Now you have to come and beg for mercy to the grand Master, and ask
for his forgiveness for what you have done.
 
Monique's arms were untied, she rubbed her wrists and was helped on
her feet by Tai and Chang. She was really tired.
 
They dragged her to the dragon, and then opened a little door
concealed by the bulk of the idol. They entered a dark room, But as soon as
they went in a little light was set and Monique saw another buddha, made of
some sort of green glass, lit from the inside by a very dim lamp, so dim
that it looked nearly phosphorescent. It was a replica from the one in the
other room, and Monique, for a short moment thought that there was nothing
different from the other Buddha. Then Chang let her contemplate the idol.
She saw that it represented a sitting buddha, his legs wide apart, the
pubis protruding, and from the bump of the pubis was jutting a prick so big
that it could definitely satisfy the widest cunt, and the deepest belly.
Monique, dragged by Chang, could not keep her eyes away from that luminous
phallus. The buddha's seemed to be waiting for her body and demanding some
strange embrace.
 
Monique's burning body shivered at that fabulous sight. Chang turned
her around and thrust her into the Buddha's arms. She felt the glass rod
against her buttocks and quivered. The glass was warm, at body temperature.
Monique tried to meet Max's eyes. She saw that he was waiting for her first
reaction.
 
Tai and Chang were both kneeling on each side of the statue, and
their eyes could not leave the Buddha's sex.
 
Monique felt an intense emotion fill her burning body. It was as if
she suddenly had gone crazy, as if some mysterious force was drawing her
into the arms of the smiling statue. Her nipples were hard and erected
under the excitement. A violent and voluptuous scent was intoxicating her;
in the nearly completely dark room she could see the faces of Max and Chang
only with the dim light coming from the Buddha's glass body. She looked at 
Tai's beautiful torso. Her breasts were jutting and seemed made out of a
wonderful marble with a warm amber coloration. They all appeared as real
creatures, and they were all awaiting her decision. Then she squatted,
opened her legs and felt the tip of that monstrous sex between her
buttocks, sliding softly in the valley between the two plump globes. She
shivered, as excited as if it had been a man taking her. She rubbed herself
against the hard tool, and felt it touch the puckered mouth of her ass. She
sighed helplessly and once again she tried to meet Max's eyes. But Max was
hypnotized, looking between her legs where he could see the slow
progression of the Buddha's sex between the buttocks of the young girl.
Then she leaned on the Buddha's arms, the only part of the idol that she
could see. She pushed her buttocks against the prick that was dilating her
asshole.
 
She felt a dim pain, but also the smooth penetration of the slimy
glass in her belly. But now she wanted to do it all the way, to feel deep
in her body the hard feelings of that incongruous rape. Millimeter by
millimeter, the huge prick's head was edging its way in the narrow sheath,
sliding in her, forcing her asshole, and dilating the passage. And Monique
felt the lips of her narrow mouth close on the brim of the protruding head.
Then she pushed regularly and slowly felt her insides take the exact shape
of the huge cylinder, mold its rotundity, and soon she felt the Buddha's
glass pubis against her bottom. She gave herself completely and remain
impaled in a monstrous union with the idol. Once again she looked for Max
and saw him by Chang.
 
Then she heard Tai's hoarse voice whispering by her ear:
 
Darling, it is so beautiful. Give yourself pleasure, you will see
how exciting
 
And she received a long kiss on her lips from Tai's lips. She was
troubled by that delightful contact. Then she posed her hands on the
Buddha's knees and lifted her whole body up. When she felt that the tool
was going to slide completely out of her, she sat down again. She was
surprised at the extraordinary voluptuousness that suddenly came in her at
the renewed penetration.
 
From the base of the statue another beam of dim pink light was lit,
and came right between the young girl's legs. She closed her eyes and
enjoyed herself like a wild animal, completely uninhibited. She was even
more excited at the mere idea of the three other persons in the same room
looking at her monstrous embrace with that motionless and yet lifelike
image of lust personified by the glass Buddha. She was now doing all the
action, rubbing her insides on the Buddha's prick, lifting her body up, and
then letting it fall, impaled once again, to lift it once more. She was
like a vertical pendulum sliding on that shining glass rail. The pole was
going in and out of her flesh with a soft silky wet noise; it sounded a
little like the suction of a syrupy kiss. Her breasts were slightly sagging
under her oscillating body, and she accelerated the shuttle movement of her
ass on the glass sex. Everyone was silent, and the murmur of the flesh 
against the glass was the only noise to be heard in that strange temple of
the Ancestors.
 
Monique could feel her pleasure come to a peak, but she was quite
exhausted and her movements were accentuating that fatigue. Tai understood
it quite well and came by her. She took her under the arms and helped her
to sodomize herself. The spasms were not long coming, and Monique, biting
at one of Tai's breasts, uttered her satisfaction and let herself fall
between the statue's arms, while three gushes of warm liquid were flooding
her insides.
 
She had hardly recovered her mind when she was disimpaled and propped
upon a leather couch, her bottom up and her legs apart. She felt the man's
virility on her ass, and hid her face between her arms, consenting, without
any shame. She hardly felt the penetration of the thin prick in her ass
after the huge tool that had sodomized her for such a long time.
 
But in the dark room, close to them, another woman was crying, crying
with pain
 
Tai said Chang in commanding tones.
 
Yes Chang, butno not as the statue aaah
 
Then silence. Monique, excited by the idea of Max ass fucking the
narrow and petite woman tightened her muscles on Chang's prick. She thought
that she was too tired to react once more to pleasure but was amazed to
find out that she was feeling her joy come back with renewed violence. If
her sighs were merely from pleasure and satisfaction, Tai was now exhaling
her pain in long moans. But after all she now paying for Monique's coming.
They all came together in a concert of gasping noises and moans,
inarticulate, fantastic, out of this world.
 
With the typical oriental delicateness, Chang and Tai left Monique to
dress alone in the now completely silent room. And she asked Monique to
come back another time, for a big festivity that was to take place at their
home. Monique, whose healthy nature was not rebuked by the idea of the
whip, promised to come and kissed Tai back. She left her with the word that
Tai was expecting: I will be back!
 
She did not meet Chang before leaving the villa, and met Max waiting
for her outside. They walked back to Sonia's house, silently, but when he
kissed her good night, Max could easily see that Monique had been perfectly
satisfied with her evening.



 
CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 
Monique had a very agitated night. She dreamt of dragons, of
sardonically smiling Buddhas, and she woke more than once.
 
The cool air of the morning appeased her nerves. She came to the
conclusion that she had lost the habit of being whipped and chastised, and
some painful spot on her bottom confirmed that impression.
 
Lying naked on her bed she remembered all the events of the past
evening, and then only she realized the shame of the pictures that she had
taken in front of perfect strangers. The horror of the situation appeared
clearly to her as she remembered the lubricity of the poses, the
monstrosity of her union with the glass idol. But, little by little, other
memories came to her mind, delightful memories. The jutting, petite breasts
of Tai, the pleasure coming in her at the contact of the warm sex of the
glass buddha, the statue's arms, opened, as for some love call. And
suddenly she thought that life was a wonderful, bright pink thing.
 
Max called her on the phone that very morning to ask how she felt. He
seemed reassured to know that she still was happy, young and gay.
 
In the afternoon she and Janine went to Max's house. Both dressed in
the same way, all in white, they were like two sisters, and the mirror soon
reflected their intimacies to the delighted eyes of the man. Then the two
young bodies rolled on the sofa where, in an exhausting embrace, Monique
let loose all her thirst for passion.
 
Max took a cat o'nine tails with very thin lashes and artistically
began flogging the round and smooth buttocks. He started slowly, aiming at
the upper part of the soft twin globes. Soon the perfect flesh started
getting a network of little pink lines. Janine was not suffering, she could
only feel a strange warmth irradiate her young body, starting from the
bottom and reaching little by little the low part of her belly and her
cunt. She was dancing the most voluptuous twist you ever saw.
 
She uttered sighs and moans. Then Max, exciting himself, started
flogging her more vigorously. She sighed more deeply and she accentuated
the movements of her bottom. She dug her fingers in the thick wool of the
carpet, and both her head and her buttocks were delightfully blushing.
Monique squatted by Janine's head gave her soft kisses on the nape of her
neck, whispering sweet love words that intoxicated the young girl. Max
lashed harder and the thin lashes were cracking on the muscled globes.
Janine now was panting, quivering and moaning while Monique caressed her
breasts and promised her all the carnal joys that she would like to take on
her own body, but she begged her to resist some more. At times Monique
would look at the naked Max, who, completely naked, was now whipping with
all his might the crying child.
 
Sometimes the thin lashes would lick at the cunt and the child would
let out a hard cry of pain. She tried to close her thighs but the more
violent flogging reaching her sideways, soon obliging her to reopen the
compass of her legs. And each time she would do so, she offered the sight
of her most intimate parts, in the dim light coming from the curtained
windows.
 
But the pain became too violent. The child let a couple of tears roll
on Monique's hand and Monique gave Max a sign. He gave another two or three
violent blows to the shuddering body, and then stopped flogging the crying
child. Then he knelt by her side and passionately kissed her flesh.
 
Monique then stretched her voluptuous body on the carpet, her thighs 
wide open, her legs propped up; Janine, bending over the offered and
already damp sex softly touched the open lips with her own lips, sending
Monique flying high in the paradise of sexual joys. But, at the same time
she felt the most exciting caress, Max was kissing her ass, and she felt
the most perfect pleasure creep deep in her when his tongue reached her
asshole and slowly started penetrating the narrow passage. Then while
Monique was uttering little gasps of pleasure, the same song came out of
her own sex where Janine's mouth was glued and sucking with all her
juvenile strength.
 
Max had to use both hands to keep some control over the youngster's
bottom when the spasm came, so violent were the contractions and twists of
the enthralled body. Monique came at the same time, and she could not tell
whether it was under the expert caress of Janine's tongue or merely under
the excitement of the situation, the cries of Janine and her moans of
pleasure bringing on her own sex a warm breeze that was the most powerful
of aphrodisiacs with the constant titillation of the young tongue on her
dripping cunt.
 
When the child had recovered her mind, they all returned to the sofa.
Max asked Janine to assume the most revealing and daring poses that
enhanced all the contours of her juvenile and appetizing body, then he
motioned to her and propped his erected penis to her. The child knelt by
the sofa, slightly sideways, and started sucking at the swollen and
shivering dart.
 
Monique posed her forefinger on Janine's sticky asshole and slowly
forced it in completely; her eyes closed, she tried to imagine, referring
to the contractions that she felt on her own finger, the joy that a man
could feel when his prick was embedded in that warm flesh. Monique was
moving her finger softly in the narrow sheath, and the child, extremely
contented by that action, was purring softly while sucking at the penis,
now erected at its maximum. But Max, who did not want to come in the young
girl's mouth, moved back, and turned the child around. Monique regretfully
let go the asshole, Max posed his penis all slimy with Janine's narrow
asshole.
 
Then slowly, but with all his force, he dug his powerful penis,
dampened and lubricated by the former sucking of the child, into her hole.
The child uttered a long cry while accepting that huge blade that was
distending her narrow slit. Her complaint stopped only when the hairy belly
of the man reached the round and protruding firm little buttocks.
 
Max moderately sodomized the young body, watching his own penis slide
in and out of the intimate sheath, and the contractions of the brown lips
around his cylinder. Soon, the pleasure became too powerful and Max
increased his pace, shaking the young body, impaled on him up to the
swollen balls. The child herself, driven out of her mind by the
simultaneous actions being fucked in her ass with such violence, shaken by
that huge pole, masturbated from the inside by the shuttle movement of that
pole of flesh in her entrails, her breasts shivering under her torso, gave 
herself completely. When she felt the three warm gushes of hot sperm splurt
in her, she came in a complete frenzy and with never before attained
violence.
 
Max thanked Monique when she said that that was enough for the day.
They were all quite tired and self-satisfied.
 
The night was calmer and the sunny morning that followed brought to
Monique a renewed thirst for adventures and new pleasures. Nothing was
happening and Monique thought that it was a bad omen for the rest. Jacques
was nothing but annoying, and Monique, taking advantage of the nap time,
took a book and headed to the woods for a little walk.
 
It was a very hot afternoon. She reached the beach by a short cut
through the dunes and sat in a deserted corner. She looked around her; the
sea was getting a little rough. This was probably due to the winds that had
been blowing for the major part of the night.
 
Children were playing on the beach and their hollerings annoyed
Monique. She walked for a little time, and she arrived at a point where
there was an old Bunker from World War II-many lovers knew the place
because its thick walls provided them with a shelter for their embraces.
The walls were covered with little drawings, from the heart and arrow with
letters coupled in it, to more obscene and precise drawings.
 
Monique saw that another girl was visiting the abandoned fortress, a
young girl in her twenties, whose swollen short and bouncing brassiere
enhanced more than concealed her voluptuous shapes. Fair haired, her skin a
nice amber tone, long and slender legs, she was looking absent mindedly at
the litter on the ground in the bunker.
 
Monique waited for a moment, and when she was certain that the girl
was alone, she came to her and started talking with her. When seen at close
range, she was a girl without any extraordinary features, just nice and
healthy, soft eyes, and rather happy to meet somebody. They walked out of
the bunker together and moved toward the nearby woods.
 
Her name was Denise. She was employed by a factory that specialized
in the fabrication of spare parts for aviation plants. She was spending her
annual vacation here with her parents. Monique offered her a cigarette and
was amused at the trouble she could feel in the other girl at the sight of
her firm and arrogant breasts under the thin and revealing blouse. Then,
pretending to be sunbathing, Monique simply took off her blouse. Her
splendid torso was then displayed to the wondering eyes of the admiring
young girl. She remained breathless in mute contemplation of the two
perfect fruits, with their erected nipples, hard as a warm stone in the
sun. She could not keep her eyes away from the breasts that Monique was now
far from concealing.
 
It does not bother you if I take off my blouse? After all we are
only women together
 
Oh no, replied Denise, with a weak and trembling voice. But I have
never seen such perfection.
 
Mine are a little too big; yours seem to be more proportioned.
 
Oh no. Mine are quite big, but the flesh is somewhat too soft, while
yours
 
Monique caressed her teats and their erected nipples, testing their
hard texture, and leaving her hands on the globes.
 
It may be cute like that, when you are naked, but sometimes in life
it is really annoying when you are fully dressed.
 
Oh yes, agreed Denise, with a sad look on her face.
 
You seem to have rather bad memories about that?
 
Denise was easy to get acquainted with; she spoke without restraint.
Monique realized that the other girl was on the brink of more intimate
confidence. She leaned over a still timid Denise and, unhooking the
brassiere, she freed the two heavy breasts of the girl; they were large
teats indeed, with long nipples, swollen on the round globes.
 
Monique contemplated the girl for a little while, then she placed her
hands on the shivering flesh. Denise, still blushing, made more adventurous
after Monique's overture, started caressing Monique's breasts. They soon
came to exchange ardent kisses on each other's chest. Their hands were
sliding in the shorts, or under the skirt and brushing the hair of the
already dampened sexes.
 
Then, holding the girl close to her, letting her kiss her from time
to time, Monique listened to the sad account of the misfortunes of Denise,
while she was delicately titillating the erected love bud between the young
girl's soft lips.
 
Denise had been hired at the factory and was holding a position as
clerk; she was also in charge of spare parts and had to spend quite a long
time each day in the storage department of the factory, in long walls
between the endless rows of cases and shelves containing the various bolts
and screws that the factory was producing. One hot day, she was not wearing
anything but a rather thick blue blouse, and was completely naked under it.
She was directly under the orders of a rather old man, who had been in the
job all his life. In that rather deserted place of the factory she felt
quite relaxed. After the deliveries in the morning nobody came to disturb
her while she was working. She was really quiet. She had noticed however
the obscene allusions of two workers who always whispered words when
passing near her corner. But she had settled the matter once and for all
and sent them to hell. A third man, looking harder than the others did not
seem to have understood and he still insisted. Denise was kind of scared of
this one.
 
That precise day her direct supervisor was not here. Denise was
alone, slowly checking a catalogue in a dark Corner of the storage room.
She was checking each part and presently was occupied at checking the ones
placed in the upper shelves. To reach the shelves she had to put one foot
on each side of the little alley between the two rows of shelves, and she
had thus her legs wide apart. Suddenly, lowering her head, she saw under
her, the two men she had so violently rebuked in the past. They were
staring at her revealed flesh. She immediately wanted to close her legs, 
but before she could make one move they took hold of her ankles and
maintained her firmly in her position between the shelves. At the same
moment she felt, as in a nightmare, the other man, behind her, climbing on
the shelves and pulling her arms back to tie her hands. Then in two seconds
he unhooked the blouse and she was naked, her sex and breasts exposed to
the men. Her wide open legs were revealing her sex in the most obscene way,
and she had absolutely no way of concealing an inch of her body from them.
She could feel the warm breathing of the men between her legs; the other
one was pressing her teats vigorously, as if he was trying to milk her. She
wanted to cry, holler, do something, but was paralyzed with fear and could
not move.
 
But she started moaning, and immediately they brought her down, and
gagged her with some oily rags that they found on the ground. Then they
stretched her body between the rows of shelves, on the ground, and tied her
ankles and wrists to each side of the alley. She could not even kick, or
move, and was completely at their mercy. Their hands, their hard rough,
calloused hands, wandered on her naked body. With revulsed eyes she saw,
she felt their mouths suck the nipples of her breasts, and she felt the
saliva drip on her torso. Fingers insinuated between her buttocks, found
her asshole, and forced their way in it, remaining in her warm entrails,
while other fingers checked the girl's virginity. They laughed at the
movements she did to try to escape their brutal touch when they started
penetrating her with their hard fingers. She was offering the most exciting
display of flesh, with her hands and legs taken apart. They started
discussing about who would be the first to take her.
 
She was wishing somebody would come and that he nightmare would come
to an end, but nothing was happening, and she thought that they had
probably closed the door and locked themselves in, knowing perfectly well
that at such a late hour nobody would come and disturb them in the
fulfillment of their crime. She overflowed with horror-the man that she
hated more than others wanted to be the first to take her.
 
But, we all want to see how it works, why should you be the first?
 
Ah, you want to see how it goes? There is nothing easier. Look.
 
Denise heard their laughs. And then she heard the noise of a metal
piece in one of the shelves. Then she tried once again to free herself from
her ties, understanding what they were up to.
 
NO, NOT THAT!
 
They were certainly not going to rape her with that chromed tube,
with its rounded head of shining metal. NO that could not be true. She was
struggling as much as she could in complete bondage. A couple of hard slaps
crashed on her buttocks. Then she saw them, under her legs, kneeling to
see, and she felt fingers open the lips of her cunt. They contemplated her
virginity, commenting the beauty of the untamed flesh with atrocious words.
 
She felt the cold metal slide its way between the soft walls of their
sex. It was not a very big tube, hardly more than 2 inches in diameter.
That allowed them to see the flesh around the little metal cylinder. The 
man pushed slowly, and the distended flesh resisted a little. The others
were holding the lips wide open so that they could watch more conveniently
the progression of the metal in the tormented sex. The pressure became
higher and Denise, horrified, overwhelmed with an intense disgust, felt the
most horrible sensation of something breaking in her, tearing her own flesh
apart. They saw the tender skin burst open and blood started coming, while
a dim cry came from under the gag over the girl's mouth. The little
cylinder penetrated a couple of inches more. They removed it, and after
feeling the newly opened way in the sex, they said: To the oldest
 
O.K.
 
And the elder man, a stout fellow, with gray temples, undid his pants
exhibiting a bulky rod, put it in position, and in one hard move sent it
completely up to the hilt in the bleeding cunt. Another cry was lost in the
rags on her mouth, and Denise had to undergo that repellant coitus, that
churning in her tortured flesh. She tried to escape, but in vain. The man
was strong and was holding her, motioning her in an opposite movement from
his, thus accentuating the violence of his penetration. The flabby balls
were slapping the lips of the young cunt. Horror grew in her when she felt
the pace increase, and then he spat his senile sperm in her vagina.
 
He had hardly removed his tool from her belly than another one
penetrated her. Hard and long, the prick was fornicating the young girl.
Tears were rolling on her cheeks. He was not long, and soon her cunt was
filled with his thick sperm. Then the other one turned her over, and, in
spite of the gag, they could all hear the cry that she let out
 
What have you done?
 
I raped her, you fools.
 
And he showed his belly glued to the ass of the young girl. Moving a
little he showed his tool impaled in the propped up bottom.
 
They laughed.
 
Clever boy. Come on, now, let us hurry; we do not have much time
left.
 
And, while caressing the body, shaken by the violent churning of the
worker's dick in her ass, they all commented on the beauty of the show, and
appreciated its rarity.
 
Soon, the man slowed his pace, sighed, and removed his prick, after
taking his pleasure in that virgin ass now slimy with gunk.
 
Then they untied the girl, allowing her to stand while her legs were
still held to the shelves without removing her gag. One of them took one of
the nipples between his hard fingers, and twisted it viciously; when he saw
terror in her eyes he said:
 
If you speak, first of all we will have you sacked because nobody
will believe you, and then we will give you such a wallop that you would
not and could not forget it for the rest of your life. And for your
nipples, what would you think if we treated them with a pair of pliers?
 
Denise, panicked under the intolerable pain at her breasts,
hiccupping, crying, promised, swore whatever they wanted her to swear to. 
She had to lean against the walls while they were going away, and had
hardly the strength to drag herself to the toilets. She hesitated and did
not complain. At night she saw them following her at a distance-the next
day she resigned without giving a reason for her decision.

 
During the whole confession, Monique caressed the young girl between
her legs, alternating kisses on her lips and on her breasts. Lost in a
wonderful dream, the girl stopped speaking and remained silent for a couple
of minutes before the orgasm seized her and left her panting after a couple
of contractions; her belly was twisting delightfully under the action of
the finger that was slowly penetrating her.
 
Monique let her recuperate for a moment and then resumed her
questioning about her life, and also about the reason why her nipples had
taken such a shape and size.
 
Denise came closer to Monique and caressed her breasts. She let her
fingers linger on the young girl's body, and her hand went under Monique's
skirt, between the closed legs, on the sex, and insinuating between the
moistened lips. For a little moment Denise stared at Monique, surprised,
but she did not say anything and resumed her caress, she also continued her
account of her loves and misfortunes.

 
Denise remained one whole month unemployed. Her personal savings were
running out and she spent her last pennies at the gynecologist, because the
horrible event that had occurred in the storage room had consequences that
she preferred to stop immediately. She found another job in the same
specialization, and was working in another, smaller factory under the
orders of an elderly man. It did not take her a very long time to realize
that the man was quite attracted by her youth. After a couple of mistakes
the man made it clear to her that if she wanted to stay she would have to
do some efforts.
 
A girl with teats like yours always has a way to be forgiven when
she does something wrong
 
She needed the money badly, and one night she agreed to stay in the
factory after closing hours. They went together in the darkest corner of
the office and once again she felt all the fears and disgust from the first
time come back to her. She felt without any reaction the hands of the man
on her chest. In the silent building she heard his accelerated breathing.
He opened her blouse and unhooked the brassiere. He pushed the blouse
backwards and the material fell on her slightly folded arms. Then she felt
the man's lips on her nipples, in a deep sucking. Her eyes closed; she felt
the tongue lick at the reddened nipples, the teeth biting without too much
strength on the exacerbated buds. No matter how disgusted she was, she felt
the titillation of excitement in her most intimate flesh. She closed her
legs more firmly and the man went on sucking at her breasts. He was playing
with the twin globes and feeling their volume, consistency, and weight, the
way a sculptor would prepare a block of clay before modeling it.
 
Denise tried once to move away from the head, glued as a leech to her
bosom, but he slapped her hands, and she gave up all resistance. His thick
lips remained on the hypersensitive teats, and his hands started wandering
on her body. He found the blouse nearly unbuttoned and soon reached the
small pink crotch, and insinuated himself between her legs. She closed her
legs more tightly, but then he bit her cruelly. She had to give up, and
soon the finger insinuated more deeply in her warm vagina. She let the
finger penetrate her, and slowly rub at the exacerbated love bud.
Tightening his grip around her with his left arm, and his mouth still glued
at her breast, he masturbated her furiously.
 
Denise let pleasure come in her, and the spasm reached her with
clenched teeth. She did not resist, and with a series of bumps she let the
warm sap ooze out of her cunt and moisten the man's fingers.
 
He let her recover her spirits, and she found herself naked in front
of him. He was contemplating her; then he helped her to get dressed. With
surprisingly sweet gestures he walked her in silence to the gate of the
factory. She did not refuse his hand when he said good bye.
 
From that day on, commenced a sweet kind of blackmail. It was very
seldom that Denise could go home without a little stop with the man in the
back of the storage room. Sometimes he found his satisfaction just by
licking and sucking her teats, but sometimes he let his hands go between
her thighs, and he did not let her go without receiving the warm liquid on
his fingers, proving that she had come and met her pleasure.
 
But he was also nice to her. He bought pastries, and some sweets, and
now she was no longer afraid of him, and felt only shame, but no fears when
she followed him to the shelves.
 
She let him caress her in any way he wanted to and, it is maybe under
the ardent sucking that the nipples took on their unusual proportions. One
day he asked her to climb on the shelves, as if she had to reach something
in the upper ones, so that she had to let him see her nakedness from below,
between her legs, the way the others had done with her on that famous first
night. (She shivered every-time she thought about the terrible evening.)
and she did not close her legs, so nice and gentle was the man. Then Denise
entered another era of sweet and sour tortures. This man, who could not
satisfy any woman, tried to take his revenge in excitations that he gave to
that sex that his own flesh could not and would never penetrate. He gave
her cunt the attentions and care that he had, up to then, reserved to her
teats, and her cunt was sucked, her clitoris titillated, masturbated,
excited constantly.
 
To appease her shame he had her salary increased in a reasonable way,
and she accepted, and nearly every night her teats or her cunt were the
victims of that transaction. He become more and more demanding; he would
sometimes bit her intimate flesh cruelly and sometime she cried out her
pain. That is how one night the boss found them in the storage room. He
fired the man, but kept Denise. But he gave her his conditions the next day
and kept her one hour in his office. She got out of it, panting, gasping, 
her breasts painful globes, and a strange sour taste in her mouth. For a
long hour the walls of the directorial office had echoed her cries and
moans.
 
From that day on, Denise entered the commercial service of the
factory, she was at the boss's orders and no one else's. She was taking
care of the bookkeeping. She had to enter his office every night when
everyone else was leaving, and then bear the consequences of the deal that
she had made by fear of a miserable life.
 
She had to unbutton her blouse. She was wearing a brassiere of a
certain type, made of black silk, with large holes so that the nipples and
a little piece of white flesh was free. Then the man, getting up, tied
Denise's hands to the handles of the drawers in his office. And then he
would start sucking at her teats, biting and hurting the delicate flesh. He
would pinch the nipples till she could not bear it. Sometimes he would hit
her breasts with a supple stick, and would only stop when her cries were
too loud and could be heard from outside.
 
The session generally ended when a kneeling Denise, sucking at the
man's dick, received in her mouth the thick and warm sperm that gushed out
of him.
 
Little by little he tortured her more and more; he finally came to
dig thin needles in her breasts, her teats, getting hard and longer under
the treatments, were now nearly completely insensitive. They were about the
size of a regular bottle nipple and Monique was caressing their hard bulks,
rolling under her fingers.
 
Monique once again caressed and let Denise caress her in return. Then
she tactfully asked her to come with her one night at Max's, just in order
to have a pleasant evening. She made it clear to Denise that Max was a very
nice and pleasant man, that he was also generous and probably could help
her have a pleasant vacation. Denise refused and would not let Monique try
to convince her; then little by little, and considering the profit and
possibly the pleasure that she would get out of that, she accepted. Monique
knew that Denise wanted badly a little necklace made of scarlet coral, and
a country shawl. Then Monique inquired about Denise's dress. They agree
that she should put on a white blouse and a plain gray skirt. Of course
nothing under it.
 
In due time Monique, who had first been at Max's to bring the gifts
for Denise that she had purchased herself (Max had tried to do it, but
Monique would not let him) and Denise came to Max's villa. Soon they were
together in the dark room, embraced on the famous mirror. Denise was quite
intimidated. Then the blouses opened, but Max gave all his attention to
Denise. He admired the long and thick nipples and paid them the regards
they were supposed to receive. Monique got the leather bracelets and while
Max was caressing the girl, she tied her wrists. Soon, Denise was exactly
as Monique had been at Chang's, arms lifted up, and breasts provocatively
propped.
 
Then, while a naked Monique started caressing herself softly, Max 
tortured Denise's breasts as Monique had told him to do. Soon the girl was
crying her voluptuous pain proving that Max was at least as good as her
former employer. Monique, excited by the show, was frantically
masturbating, watching the tortured body twist in front of her, hanging by
the cables where the bracelets were attached.
 
Then Max took a whole box of thin gilded needles. The girl,
horrified, closed her eyes and prepared for the pain, clenching her teeth.
One by one, Max put the needles in her nipples; at each penetration the
girl was twisting and moaning a little bit louder, and more violently. Then
all the needles were in the globes, covering the nipples with a golden
network. Monique was masturbating faster and faster, standing up in front
of the martyred girl.
 
Finally the last needle was stabbing the poor girl and she uttered a
last moan. Max lovingly contemplated his masterpiece. Then he undid the
ties that were holding his victim in bondage, and brought the girl to a
mirror. She looked at her own torso and its strange decoration. Then Max
took her skirt away.
 
He took a long look at the naked girl, letting his eyes wander
between her legs, an din the abundant fleece of blonde hair over her cunt,
then he took the needles out of her teats. There was hardly a drop of blood
when he was through with that operation.
 
Max then undressed too. The girl kneeling in front of him gave him
the same caresses she gave her boss; she knew all the different ways to
suck and lick, the erected penis. Max did not resist and let loose heavy
gushes of thick sperm.
 
The girl, used as she was to her employer's prick, did what she was
expected to do; she mixed the sperm with her saliva, tasted it, and then
slowly swallowed it. It was the first time Max had come under such a
sucking and he could not recuperate as easily as usual.
 
Denise came up and went to Monique; she dug her face between the
thighs of the girl and gave her all the delights that the caresses of
Lesbos can provide. When he heard his friend moan and sigh, Max felt his
virility pop back in action; he got up and admired the two women embraced
in front of him. He propped Denise's bottom up, opened her thighs a little,
and then put his damp and erected tool against the opening of her cunt. He
thrust himself in with one violent blow, and Denise could not restrain a
cry of pain. It was the first time after her rape that another penis was
penetrating her, and she was still quite narrow. To Max it was like
breaking her in. He fucked the young girl violently and the two woman were
moaning and crying their pleasure at the same time.
 
Monique had to press Denise's head between her muscled thighs. The
other girl was coming so violently under the violence of Max's assault that
she forgot completely to caress her friend. Both girls came together and
only then Max stopped. He gave Denise a couple of minutes break. Then,
removing his hard penis from her slimy vagina, he put the head of his tool
against the puckered and narrow mouth of her ass. He pushed himself in 
slowly but firmly. At first Denise was scared, even hurt, but oh, what a
sweet feeling for Max to be penetrating in that nearly completely virgin
ass. Max's forces were renewed at the mere thought of what he was doing,
and he accelerated his pace. The girl was not feeling any pleasure-it was
all pain for her-but Max was enjoying himself thoroughly and he did not
release her before coming another time, and spitting his hot sap in her
insides.
 
After a little trip to the bathroom, the three of them, naked, took
some Champagne and that liquor somewhat revived the temper of Denise. Once
again Monique came under the expert sucking of her girl friend's tongue and
Max enjoyed the pleasures of her warm cunt. But he did not come before
Monique had been satisfied and then when Denise could concentrate fully on
what was being done to her, he slowly but powerfully fucked her once again,
bringing her to the edge of madness in pleasure, giving her all the joys
she could expect from love. Once again then they met around a bottle of
Champagne, then they dressed and got up to go. Max took out of his wallet
two twenty dollar bills, and stuck in their middle part two long gilded
needles. He slowly came to Denise
 
She looked at him, then at the banknotes, and at the thin needles,
and suddenly she understood. She lowered her head, still hesitating, then
Max murmured:
 
Up to the head in the nipples.
 
The girl gave the needles another close look. Very thin, about 2/3
inch long, the metal was shining in the light of the room.



 
CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 
Monique behind Denise, opened the blouse, and pulling the girl's arms
behind her back, propped the arrogant breasts. Denise put her head on
Monique's shoulder, and nodded affirmatively to Max. Then she closed her
eyes and waited.
 
There? inquired Max.
 
Yes, was the whispered answer from the girl.
 
She uttered a short moan, the kind of cry a hurt kitten would utter,
and then as if it were glued to the firm breast, the banknote was
concealing the whole mass of the globe. The girl was shivering; she looked
at her torso, then at Max, intensely, straight in the eyes. She panted
again when he pinned the other bill on her other teat. Monique then took
her friend by the hand and brought her in front of a wall mirror. Then Max
took the needles out of the tortured breasts and he buttoned the blouse.
 
Denise burst out in tears. Monique tied the coral beads around the
neck of Denise and gave her the shawl. Half forgetting the pain, the girl
tried to smile.
 
Max took both girls, one to her hotel, the other to her villa. He did
not know what to do to thank Monique for what she had just been doing for
him, but she was as happy as he was from the whole story. They parted, each
of them perfectly satisfied over an exciting evening.
 
Monique dreamed all night about the girl, her rape, and her fabulous
teats.
 
The next day she received from Chang, through Max, an invitation
card:
 
In order to celebrate the sublime feast of the sacred Hevea, at the
time when the bountiful sap runs from the trees, Tai and Chang will receive
their friends, and are inviting the pearl of the Occident to come in front
of them to open her deep flower and receive the tribute of the supple
lashes, according to the rites of Annam.
 
The second page of the invitation showed in an exquisite manner, a
woman knelt at the feet of the impassive Buddha, her thighs wide apart,
displaying her most intimate charm to the eyes of a row of Asiatics
kneeling behind her
 
Already shivering with anticipated pleasures, Monique admired the
little painting, and immediately telephoned Max to tell him that she was
accepting. They agreed that she had to be completely dressed in black. And
later in the evening Monique went and met Max, who, in his best tuxedo, was
waiting for her in the nearby woods.
 
After the ritual welcome they entered the main living room, following
the little bare-breasted Asiatic girl. On the threshold, Monique, a little
shy, looked inside. They had replaced the sardonical smiling Buddha by the
luminous glass one; he was assuming the same attitude, and his stretched
arms seemed to call for Monique's embrace. He was propped on the huge
mirror, and was reflected in its clearness as in some deep lake.
 
On each side of the Buddha, were Tai and Chang, in their best
ceremonial attire. In half a circle, were six Asiatics, squatting on
cushions. In front of each of them a cup, and in front of the cup a little
bulb, dark purple
 
Tai got up to greet the visitors, and holding their hands, brought
them in front of the Buddha. They halted in front of the idol, and Tai
seemed to pray. Then they went by Chang, who asked Max to sit by his side.
 
Tai took Monique with her on the other side of the Buddha, then
showing her a china teapot, she said:
 
At the solemn celebration of the feast of the Hevea, it is
customary, when a European woman is invited to our rites, to give her the
honor of serving the tea to other guests. However to do so she has to
assume the same position that the women in our countries do, when they take
care of their homes. That is, squat on the ground, your knees must not
touch, and it is also part of the rite that the lamp of the ancestors must
be between your feet.
 
Tai gave Monique the teapot and bowed in front of her, then she sat
down. Monique quite upset came to the first Asian and stood her feet on
each side of the luminous purple bulb. The man, without any expression on 
his face was looking at the elegant curves of the legs and thighs. Monique
understood then what Tai was expecting from her, and in the silence of the
room she opened her legs and placed her feet on each side of the little
lamp.
 
Then slowly she squatted on the ground, her knees wide apart. Her
dress, in a half circle, concealed to the other guests the little lamp, but
in front of her nothing was concealed. The material of her dress was rolled
up on her legs, and the man could see under the skirt, the thighs, white
over the black silk stockings and the crotch, with its golden fleece, and
under it the pubis, and even far deeper, the puckered mouth of her asshole.
 
Monique was hesitating; she felt at the same time, rebellion, shame,
and desire. She did not know to which feeling she had to surrender. She was
so absorbed in her meditation that she nearly missed the man's cup, and
thought that she had poured the tea out of the cup. She looked at the man,
but he was not paying any attention to his cup-he was watching Monique
between her legs as if hypnotized. Otherwise his face did not betray any
emotion, and his hands were concealed by the long and wide sleeves of his
ceremonial dress. Little by little the cup was filled up to the brim, and
Monique finally got up. The man did not even so much as look at her when
she did so. Monique however noticed that he had closed his eyes, perhaps in
order to keep more clearly in mind the vision of that treasure that he had
been contemplating while she was pouring the hot drink in his cup.
 
Slowly Monique walked in front of the next guest and then again she
knelt and squatted on the ground, revealing to the eyes of the oriental the
secret of her intimacies while the hot tea was filling his cup.
 
One by one, each cup was filled, and at each time Monique felt a
strange voluptuousness in exposing to the eyes of those perfectly unknown
men, her most secret parts. Then suddenly, when she had just finished
pouring the tea in the last cup, a strange melody was piped in the room.
And the young Asiatic girl that had introduced them in the living room
mimed in front of the guests a ritual dance.
 
But had that dance been created to be danced in such a way? The young
girl was completely naked. On her a sort of turban was posed on her hair,
as a crown, and a long necklace of black pearls, with a huge stone
encrusted at the end of the loop. She wore bracelets with the same motif.
She was barefooted. Monique could not understand all three symbols of the
so-called sacred dance but she could see the looks that the men were giving
the girl.
 
Their eyes attached to her cunt, watching any movement that could
open that sweet and pink mouth. The Annamite was quite supple and it really
was a pleasure to see her body twirl around the men; she did not reveal her
most secret part in that dance.
 
Monique leaned over Tai's shoulder and asked:
 
How old is she?
 
Fourteen. Supple isn't she? Her breasts are a little too small as
far as the Master's taste is concerned, but she has other qualities.
 
And Monique saw Tai smile for the first time.
 
The dance ended with the record, and the girl gracefully bounced
away. They all finished their tea, and Chang gave a signal. All the lights
were dimmed and the Buddha's phallus was soon the only light left in the
room. The men also turned their lamps out.
 
Tai got up, and taking Monique by the hand, took her to the middle of
the room. She undid the blouse, and caressed the marvelous globes for a
couple of minutes.



 
CHAPTER SIXTEEN

 
It is part of our rite, when women are present at that festivity,
that they should offer their suppleness and other qualities to our God. For
us, the feast of the Sacred Hevea is a very important one. As you know,
economically speaking, the Hevea is our bread and butter, and we have to be
grateful to our God for giving us such a marvelous tree. Now it is your
turn to pay the God His tribute-in your own way, but it is also a tradition
that you do your dance, or at least a little part of your dance in front of
each of the guests before you perform it completely in front of the Buddha.
Now show us if you are as slender and supple as the little Congai.
 
Tai unzipped the little silk skirt that Monique was wearing, and the
girl was naked except for her hat, her veil, and her black stockings and
high heels. Tai moved away from her, and Monique was left alone in the
middle of the room, shivering with apprehension, but also with impatience
for the coming pleasure.
 
Then the little purple lamp was lit in front of the first man. The
young girl who had just finished dancing now was sitting in a corner of the
room, playing some sort of harp, and a strange beat, more animal than
melodious, filled the room.
 
Monique had no special knowledge of dancing, but all females
instinctively know how to react when they are supposed to be seducing the
male. She found the exact poses, and movements. And more like an Arab
belly-dancer than a priestess of Dali, she started dancing. She revolved on
herself, twisting slowly, and offering each side of her body to the men's
hungry eyes. Her breasts were moving gently and the light of the little
lamp seeming to enhance-if possible-their volume. Her eyes half closed,
Monique was dancing, her arms above her head, her torso provocatively
offered, when she saw that another lamp was lit. She understood the
invitation and moved in front of the other guest. And then another, and
then another, and another. In front of Chang and Tai she danced for a
longer time, and they seemed to appreciate it. Then Tai showed her the
Buddha, and his luminous dick gleaming in the dark.
 
In front of the glass statue, Monique had to do her act again. And
then her flesh was reflected in the mirror upon which lay the glass god. 
Monique was entranced, she did not know that she was doing any more. She
was frankly obscene and her ass was rubbing against the warm glass dick of
the Buddha, she was dancing between the stretched arms, and miming the most
obscene possession. She really wanted the statue. They were all strangely
silent, watching the dance.
 
When it was all over, Monique, exhausted came back to her corner,
with Tai and Chang. The young girl held her arm, and gave her a little
wooden box.
 
At the occasion of the Hevea Rite, your oriental friends beg you to
accept that present.
 
Monique, a little surprised, opened the box while the child-woman
moved away. First of all she could not guess what it was; she could not see
anything but a pack of rubber bands with long fringes. It was more like a
net.
 
She looked at Tai who had come closer, and Tai took one of the
things out of the box; Monique then saw, in the dim light coming from the
Buddha, a brassiere made of rubber bands. The nipples were only protected
by a crisscross of rubber bands. From the center of the cross, a long
rubber band was hanging, about six inches. The same thing was repeated in
other parts of the strange outfit. The whole thing was white and looked
quite pretty.
 
When the bra had been attached, Tai took the other piece, and, after
asking Monique to open her thighs, put it on her. It was a pair of the
strangest panties you could think of, made with rubber bands too, with the
same long ones hanging in front and on the back of it. One was precisely to
the asshole; the other one was exactly over her cunt, at the precise point
where the clitoris is a little bit swollen, and most sensitive. When
Monique was dressed in the whole suit, Tai turned herself toward Chang,
and said:
 
Master, it is now the time when the song that charms the spirits of
the Hevea must come in its full amplitude, and this is the instrument on
which you will play it. Chang bowed ceremoniously. Tai pushed Monique
toward him. He pushed her against the statue, her back to the Buddha, and
tied her arms at the Buddha's arms. Monique, standing up, was offering the
sight of her white body, and the dim light coming from the Buddha's dick
under her gave her a supernatural appearance. Two spotlights went on and
their beams were centered on Monique's breasts, enhancing their size and
roundness
 
Then all the guests got up and formed a circle around Monique. Tai
took one of the long rubber strings hanging from her teats, pulled it, and
then let it go suddenly.
 
Then and only then did Monique understand what subtle torment was
going to be hers. Tai was already pulling another rubber string and again
the material bit into her soft flesh.
 
Then started a voluptuous pain for the young girl, every band was
stretched and then released, and it cracked on her skin with a snap, and 
the pain stabbed her and a strange warmth came all over her body. The globe
was getting harder, excited; from time to time she uttered a cry and looked
as if surprised at the piece of rubber which had bitten more cruelly into
her soft and tender skin.
 
Tai was playing with her body as if it had been some music
instrument. The pain was in Monique's body, but she could not really hate
it. It was more like some dizziness coming all over her, intoxicating her.
Sometimes she twisted her body in her ties, and then she would feel the
Buddha's glass phallus between her legs. That would cause such a shock that
she would forget the rubber contraption till the first band stroked her
again. She was now nearly completely insensitized and her body was
undulating between the arms of the God.
 
After two harder blows on her nipples, Tai stopped torturing her and
untied Monique. Then she pushed her in front of the God, and before she
could make a move, she was tied to another contraption, two wooden benches,
X shaped, on which she was tied again, as on a St. Andrew's cross, legs,
and arms, apart. She was displaying her secret flesh to everybody's eyes,
and her buttocks were propped up appetizingly.
 
Another light came from the Buddha and lit her from behind. Then Tai
took the little fringes hanging from her pants and started pulling the
rubber bands. But Monique was not too sensitive on the fanny after all the
flogging and whipping that she had endured. The hardest blows that Tai
could give her, pulling the strings as hard as they could go, were hardly
enough to bring a sigh on the girl's lips.
 
Monique was dreaming about something harder, and that little
intermezzo was only exciting her, not satisfying her, bringing to her cunt
the moisture of her come juices.
 
Then Tai pulled the little band hanging from her clitoris. Monique
throbbed and cried under the pain that suddenly came over the center of her
pleasures, and again and again Tai was pulling and slashing the little
rubber across the soft and moist bud. Monique tried to escape from her
ties, begged, cried, in vain. Methodically, her eyes shining with pleasure,
Tai was sanding the little rubber string across her friend's cunt. She
remembered receiving the same treatment and she knew exactly how it felt.
 
When she saw that Monique could not bear it any longer, she stopped
at that point but then grabbed the string hanging from her asshole, and let
go. Monique thought for a split second that she had been ass fucked by a
monstrous dick, but again the rubber was biting at her soft mouth. She was
trying to get out of her bondage, but in vain, and Fffft, the rubber string
hit her again, and again
 
Then Tai spoke:
 
Now, little girl, to thank you for your song and dance, my friends
here will pay the tribute due to your quality, and be happy. So saying she
let Chang come to her place. He pulled the string at her asshole and let go
when it was stretched as far as it could without breaking. Monique
hollered. Another man came, but he pulled the one on her sex, and once 
again she hollered. As each man pulled she felt another pain, and another
different cry came from Monique's panting body. The sixth man leaned over
Monique and pulled simultaneously the two rubber strings hanging from her
breasts. And then came Max. He hesitated for awhile, and then pulled and
let go the string at her anus.
 
Tai removed the bra and panties, while the statue became a darker
green. Then Tai helped Monique to a long cushion on the ground at the other
end of the room. Tai asked her to lie on her back, and then Monique felt
between her opened thighs the cool flesh of a very young girl. The light
was too dim for her to be able to see who it was, but she felt the mouth
glued to her sex, and the tongue that started caressing her in such an
expert way that she soon forgot all about the tortures that she had
undergone.
 
Monique felt another head on her breasts and felt the hair and the
collar of Tai's dress. Then who was between her thighs? Tai guessed her
thoughts, and held Monique's hands so that she could not go to her sex and
find out. Monique gave up and let pleasure come all the way. She came with
a long cry, in the terrible spasms of pleasure too long restrained.
 
She had hardly recuperated, when she felt very small hands on her
breasts, then a young mouth kissing at the nipples. She tried to look, then
Tai told her:
 
Please, never mention it; you have not been caressed by the Congaie,
but by my daughter. She wanted it so much
 
But how old is she?
 
Six.
 
Monique quivered at the thought that she had been sucked by a six
year old child. She drew the child closer to her and passionately kissed
her on the lips. But at the same time her thighs were opened by someone
older, and she recognized the style of the Congaie.
 
The light came back in the Buddha, and the Congaie got up without
finishing the caress that she had just started.
 
Tai helped Monique up.
 
Do not fear anything, little goddess. Tonight you have paid what you
had to pay, whatever will happen now will only bring pleasure to you.
 
She kissed her, and then resumed her position by the statue. She put
a cushion at the foot of the statue. Now, she said, now, open your legs.
Kneel down. Monique did as she was instructed. Her ass was displayed in
such a way that everyone could see it. Between her legs a little lap was
set, and one by one the guests came in and gave the girl passionate kisses
on her ass.
 
Suddenly Monique felt something cool penetrate her asshole. Tai was
putting some transparent vaseline into her orifice, and Monique knew
immediately what was in store for her.
 
But Tai helped her up, and dressed her again. When Monique was ready,
Tai gave her a tray, covered by a silk scarf.
 
Now go and offer what is on that tray to your friends.
 
Surprised and curious, Monique moved to the center of the room,
already more brightly lit by the Buddha. An Asiatic put his hand under the
silk scarf, and showed to Monique a wonderful rubber dildo, round and
beautifully finished, with a round head, well shaped. It was of medium
size. Monique blushed, and then offered the tray to a second man who took
another dildo, longer but thinner.
 
Then, one by one, all the guests received a phallus of various
dimensions. Then the men set their little lamps again, and sat in a circle,
in a certain order. The one with the smallest dildo was to come first, and
then the bigger ones. Max was the third one, Tai the sixth
 
The first lamp was on, and Tai told Monique:
 
Now is the time, little occidental goddess to receive in your virgin
body the nicest and most precious jewels that have been given to us by the
Hevea. Each of your worshippers is going to introduce in the narrow sheath
that you will offer him, the tool that fate gave him. He will slide it in
and out as many times as the Buddha gave him years, and it is also the
tradition that you should add to his number of years your own number of
years. Now go, and offer the superb sheath hidden in your most secret parts
to the joy of your worshipers. Your widely opened legs will show your
oriental friends that you are most willing to receive their attentions and
your mouth will be the echo of your pleasure and the master of its rhythm.
Now go, and she added in lowered tones, and be happy.
 
Monique was terribly troubled but dominated by her search for lust
she came to the first guest who was waiting. The incense was burning in the
room and it added to the strangeness of the whole act. Monique turned her
back to the man, and opened her legs over the little lamp. It revealed all
of her anatomy and did not leave any detail to the imagination. She leaned
on a bench in front of her, and waited, her skirt folded up around her
waist.
 
The man did not meet any resistance when he pushed his tool in her
ass, and soon his fingers were on the edge of the little hole, which had
swallowed the thin dildo.
 
Silence was thick in the room.
 
The man completely removed the dildo from her entrails, and waited,
then he pushed it back in completely. He did it once more, and then Monique
felt two hard slaps on her buttocks that surprised her.
 
Tai's voice came in the room:
 
Does the little occidental girl need to be whipped to remember how
to count?
 
Monique blushed.
 
Then the man repeated the artificial sodomy.
 
One, whispered a trembling Monique, two three four aaah The
fantastic pleasure, rose in her doubled by the fact that she could imagine
that man, perfectly unknown to her, looking, watching any move, and the
penetration of that hard piece of rubber in her insides. And he kept
agitating the tool in her: Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two- if only he could
be a hundred years old.
 
Thirty-five thirty-six the man stopped and slapped both buttocks.
Monique understood that it was over but also remembered that she had to add
her own age to the man's age. So she started counting again. One two she
was counting as slowly as she could, propping her bottom up, and the man
was in her. Monique was really giving herself to that fake sex. Nineteen
came, and the caress ended.
 
The man kissed her ass and removed the slimy priapus. Monique got up,
the lamp went off, and another one lit by her side, a discreet call for
pleasure. Monique offered her ass to that other unknown man, and felt the
already bigger dildo undulate in her body. The shuttle movement started,
punctuated by the numbers. The thing was going in and out of her with a
slimy wet noise, and it sounded like a well-oiled piston operating
smoothly. Forty-seven Two light slaps on her fanny marked the age of the
fucked. He kept agitating the tool while Monique was counting her own age.
But now she was excited, and sometimes cheated, and twisted her body so
that the dildo would go in and out before she could spell another number.
 
Monique was in a terrible state of excitement when he removed the
tool from her ass. She rushed to the next man, and with a sigh of pleasure
she felt the rubber tube enter her ass. She uttered a small cry of pain
too, for this one was really bigger than the others. It was masterfully
handled by Max. She could have cried with joy while receiving the
forty-eight blows that penetrated her insides, and with what pleasure did
she count her nineteen years with so many bumps that it certainly could
have passed for thirty.
 
Max regretfully let her go, feeling her pleasure so close. But what
kisses he gave her beloved ass. But Monique quickly went to the next guest.
Once again she gasped when she felt the bigger tool penetrate her asshole.
And in a religious silence she received thirty-seven more penetrations from
that one, followed by her own number of nineteen. But she had counted too
fast and once again she came to the verge of her pleasure when the final
number was said.
 
Staggering, her temples painful under the heavy beating of her blood
pressure, all her body tense-the dildo was really big this time  after the
usual painful feeling at the moment of the first penetration, Monique felt
the whole thing in her and she could not resist pleasure any longer. The
man realized that the young girl was going to come under his hand and then
he accelerated the rhythm of his possession. Monique was not counting any
more; now she was being penetrated five times before she could even say one
number. And soon pleasure burst in her. She was standing like a devil,
undulating on her trembling legs, and she could hardly keep her balance,
and when she came to the number six, of her age, she fell down in the
most fantastic convulsion she had ever dreamed of, the dildo still deeply
impaled in her. They let her recuperate for a couple of minutes, then she
got up herself, and slowly, enjoying every bit of it, she counted the
twelve remaining years.
 
And then she was in front of another one, and again it was a bigger
tool, and again she felt pleasure come in her, as a whirlpool. She could
not think she was just lust and animal desire.
 
And another one, bringing her close to the second peak of her frantic
search for joy, and then it was Tai behind her, with a monstrous thing in
her hand. But this one was too big, and the pain was violent when it
penetrated in her, but the unbelievable happened and then and there as she
thought she was going to die, the puckered mouth slowly allowed the dildo
to slide in her. But Tai was really too young and Monique could not reach
her peak in such a little number of years.
 
She could hardly walk to the next man, Chang, and she had to lean on
the bench in front of her in order not to fall. Suddenly she felt something
so big that it covered her asshole completely, lips and all. In a flash she
saw again the fabulous dildo and she shivered with fear. It was a violent
but progressive thrust.
 
The young girl thought that her muscles were torn apart, that her
whole body was cut in two, and she hollered and moaned. She felt the
muscles of her hole struggle against that penetration, but the
well-vaselined cylinder slid in her little by little, and the pain eased
down. After a little while the cylinder was completely in her and the
puckered mouth seemed to suck on it. Then Chang's fingers were against her
buttocks.
 
Then he dropped the tool, and he moved back to be able to contemplate
that fabulous ass fucking. He motioned to them, and the guests all got up
and came close to get a better view of what was happening in front of them.
They all admired the beauty of the sight of that huge pole emerging from
that tender flesh. The lips seemed to suck the round object, and the little
lamp was focused exactly on the asshole. The pole penetrated her, and the
lips of the hole seemed to disappear in with it. Then Chang started moving
the thing in her slowly, slowly, but powerfully. They were all fascinated
by the beauty of what they were witnessing
 
Monique was not saying anything new, and nobody would have asked her
to count the number of years. She was just being made in the most fantastic
manner, and she loved it. Pleasure came in her, violently, and she trembled
on her legs. Her knees bent, and they let her kneel down, bottom up, and
the shuttle accelerated in the lubricated entrails. She was purring now,
and could feel the beat of her pulse on her clitoris. She stuttered some
inarticulate words, and then quivered. She accentuated the shuttle movement
by doing the same thing with her whole body. The anus seemed to want to
swallow more of the thing and even Chang's fingers if possible.
 
Suddenly Monique stopped being human, and started acting like a wild
animal. She hollered like a beast in the jungle, and no one could remember
having seen a woman come so passionately under such a sodomization. Chang
had just time to remove the dildo before the fall of the body on one side
of the couch, and then she remained there motionless and still gasping
 
They left her quiet for a little while, then Tai took her by the arm:
 
Now little white goddess, now that the Hevea has charmed you and
that we have all enjoyed the songs that you have been singing, you must
come to the Buddha and thank him for what he has done for you. He has his
arms toward you, and also his virility. Put your secret mouth on it and let
it be good to your soft belly and to your ivory buttocks
 
Monique moaned and protested her exhaustion, but they carried her to
the Buddha and did not give her the choice of what she had to do.
 
The warm glass phallus was against her asshole, and it penetrated
easily, its luminous head buried in the most secret parts of that virgin's
body. She leaned against the Buddha's round belly, and started a dance like
no dancer ever before performed, giving herself completely to the grimacing
idol.
 
She was so tired doing it all by herself, and like the first time,
Tai had to help her to with the symbolic action of being penetrated by the
motionless god. She came, held in Tai's arms, impaled on the God.
 
When Tai helped her up, the other guests had disappeared. Tai and
Chang walked her and Max across the flower garden, and then only did Tai
kiss Monique on the mouth. A thoughtful Max and a dead tired Monique
disappeared in the night.
 
After the short trip through the woods, Monique reached her room, and
immediately fell asleep. She was still dreaming about new adventures.


The End
