The village nestled amid the rocky coastline. Truly a wooden sign-post, tilting its frame at the beginning of the one and only street, informed you that you were entering Capobianco, but the name of the hamlet could never have been found in a guide-book or on any map, since it was so remote as to be practically cut off from the world. I had been exploring Southern Corsica and I discovered the village by sheer luck, one day when, tired of climbing over rugged cliffs and plunging down still more rugged ravines, I had followed my nose up to the near-by seaside. Though quite reserved at first, the inhabitants seemed to take a liking to me, since I looked an easy enough fellow and they trusted me as far as subletting me a house. I owe it to the truth that the so-called house pertained more to the cave, with its single room, long and low-ceilinged, the walls of which appeared to have been cleaved out of the rocky bluff while the flat-stoned roof could hardly be distinguished from the whiteness of the steep cliff. There, a bed and a table were the only witnesses of my solitary life, but the water of the fountain was cool, the sun and 'he sea every day more beautiful.
The fishers- all the men were fishers- used, from time to time, to take me along for their nocturnal fishing outings, and, on the other side, they appreciated very much the wild game I was bringing back from the mountains. Of course it might have been that I parted willingly from my money, and would usually stand them to many more than several drinks, or it might have been...
It might have been that in a very strange occurrence, I had revealed my strength and my willpower. It happened during a particular night, a few days after my coming. I had been ensnared by the rhythms of a music akin to no other and, walking up the street then up the path across the steep bluff, I reached a kind of clearing encircled by cork-oaks. The clearing was as white as the surroundings rocks, in the middle of it a fire was blazing and all the villagers were gathered around it, the women on one side and the men on the opposite, ranking, though I had not noticed it at first, as follow: at each end of the semi-circle: the maidens in the center the older women, and the arrangement was symmetrically reproduced in the semi-circle of the men.
The music sprang out from the old men's group, and among the women a flute was answering it. A slight wavering heralded my appearing in the clearing, half expectation and half interrogation. For a few seconds I felt that I was imperiled but it was no more than a physical apprehension. Then an old man pointed to the ring and I took place in it at once, squatting between the young men who moved slightly to make room for me.
How shall I find the words to describe what was taking place? An ancestral ritual ruled the whole process to which, undoubtedly carried by the rhythm of all those people, I submitted naturally.
In the beginning there was only that music: pervasive, materialized, reaching to my very bones. The music of a drum plus two bow-shaped instruments, each with three strings: they were answered by the ear-splitting cries of the flute, utterly unexpected, which sent the whole audience shivering. At first, I tried to understand, but quickly I contended myself with "being part of", with being. And, by degrees, my body was a prey to slow ripplings which began to take possession of me from inside, to direct me body and soul.
I do not know how much time elapsed until I noticed that my arms were risen upwards, and that my hands were beginning to shake and to flutter above my head, amid the darkness, tinted red by the blazing fire. All the men were raising their hands up too but the women were standing motionless, like cold, inanimate statues. The shrieks of the flute were becoming quicker and more piercing. The impulses which agitated my raised hands increased their rhythm.
Then someone threw an armful of fir-tree twigs in the fire and while the blazing flames crackled, a kind of hissing burst out of my throat, a panting palpitated in my chest with an urgency that no race could ever have matched. I restricted myself to those gestures, to this breath, which inhabited me and my companions with a similar rhythm.
Then, on the two ends of the women's semicircle, two girls stood up. For once they were no more than mere shapes stretching in the midst of the scarlet flames, then the two shapes began to writhe, amid the crackling of the pine needles, the gusts of sparks, the screeches of the flute and the muffled sounds of the drum. The panting in our throats quickened, our hands increased their fluttering motions, and we began to rock our torsos from left to right, from right 'to left.
Now the girls were flapping their heels on the ground, their hips began to wheel while their shoulders were not moving yet and their chin was rigidly tilted. Te fire- at least so it seemed to me- increased with the speeding cadence of their heels when, abruptly, a scream petrified the whole scene. Our hands were still risen up, quivering.
A very old man stood up and with his face towards the east started reciting words that I could not understand. The general panting subsided. Now the words were dripping over me like a gentle rain and now hitting me like hail-stones. When the voice stopped, the silence was at once surrounding us like a tangible presence which was ripped open painfully by a common scream spurting out of the throats of all the women. Then another armful of fir-tree was thrown into the fire.
And while the new-born flames were fringing the darkness, a woman appeared out of the oak- trees forest. She was naked.
Was it the mood of that particular night? I thought I had never contemplated a more beautiful creature. Over her slender ankles, smooth, peerlessly tanned legs towered, widening to her round and full hips. Her slim waist palpitated as she walked while her thighs alternatively were hiding or revealing a pubic mane of red hairs. I wondered at the marble-like tautness of her firm breasts which nestled among the mass of the hair which fell in waves over her perfect shoulders. As for her face, it could have been the haunting figure of a dream of beauty when the sleeper wakes up crying out his admiration and his ecstasy.
She walked around the blazing fire, and I was dazzled by the slenderness of her loins and by the fullness of her buttocks under which a few red curls heralded her sexual parts. Her skin was tinted red by the glaring flames which, though it seemed hardly possible, seemed to animate it still more. Then, she walked up to the opposite side from which she had entered the ring, and sat down a little way up in front of the place where the men's semi-circle met the women's. The two girls which had danced previously went to her and sat down to her right and to her left.
The music started again in an abrupt anguished crescendo. All the deepness of the night invaded my eyes though the darkness was no thicker. Gestures, again, were boiling in my body, but, this time, they were quite different: it seemed to me that torrents of representations streamed inside my belly and quickly an unconceivable pressure began to pound on it as if all these pictures, gestures, screams, all these faces which filled it up wanted to flood it. My penis sprang up hurtfully.
And suddenly, amid a whirling of fire, of gasps, of sounds and gestures, the hand of the "beauty" pointed to me. I was on my feet before realizing it. The old man who had recited a little time before turned his eyes toward me:
---You wanted to be one of us, did not you?
I nodded yes.
--- You wanted to be one of us and she has chosen you.
His eyes were sparkling.
--- She has chosen you... Do you understand it?
I stood motionless, petrified by amazement, or fear, or expectation- I cannot really name the state I was in adequately. And the old man screamed once more:
--- She has chosen you.
Then, the two semi-circles broke their chain and, one by one, all the members came and scrutinized me, but there was nothing familiar to me in those eyes which did not display any interest but only a deepness akin to the deepness of the night which, some time earlier, had invaded my own eyes.
The "beauty" and her waiting maids, alone lid not move.
When the parade came to an end, the attendants resumed their former segregation: the women an one side, the men on the other; the old man, looking at me fixedly, spoke:
--- The new night will soon succeed the old night, the new month will succeed the old month... You have got to try to wed the new moon.
Two men went into the night and came back carrying an armful of rods which they deposited on the ground, by the fire. The musicians walked as far as the edge of the wood where they laid down their instruments. The old man motioned to the women. Then, three old cranes came to me and began to take my clothes off without my trying to oppose them in any respect. It seemed to me that my brain was paralyzed.
They eased my stiffened penis out of my shorts which encased it with loving care. And when my swollen prick came out in the glaring fire, the flute shrilled in the air with, short and quick piercing cries.
Then the waiting maids stood up, skirted the blazing fire and came to me. Their long hair fell upon me, lashed me, thus increasing the tautness in my prick. Now, one of the girls was licking my body all over, wetting my penis with nimble strokes of the tongue, stirring up in my loins such intense a desire as I had never felt before, and, suddenly, fled away into the forest. I wanted to chase her but the old man's eyes stopped me dead on my track.
--- What is over, said the old man, is over.
One by one all of the attendants walked to the piles of rods which the two men had brought, and took one out of them: the women picking theirs out of one bunch, the men out of the other. Then, they lined in two facing rows, while two old men were undressing the waiting-maid who had remained by my side.
As it was progressively bared her slender and white body was revealing to my eyes the beauty which is the very attribute of youth but still hidden under the skin, concealed by its whiteness.
When she appeared stark naked, she fled, trying to keep her thighs pressed over the black hairs of her pube as if she wanted to hide it away from me. She ran to the end of the two facing rows of men and women which were standing rod in hand; the old man took me to the opposite end, and told me:
--- You have to go toward the new moon. You must be very careful, the hour is long to come yet. The hour does not comply with our order. You have got to walk toward her patiently. Should you run that you would never reach it.
Now I had understood. At least it seemed to me that T did. The waiting-maid's white shape was standing out on the black mass of the forest, at the end of the double row of men and women, fifty yards away from me. But my fate was no problem to me: I would go.
I took my first step and, from each side, rods lashed me while the music was heard again. I wanted to run but I checked myself in time. I took another step and the blows hit me again harder. I went on walking: the supple wands flashed around my loins, searing them with a burning pain. Now the whole atmosphere was filled with the hissing of the rods which fell on me from everywhere in a maddening cadence, and every one of the attendants whipped me not with one stroke at a time but with as many as possible. I felt deep burrows tracing their way across my ribs, a cold sweat dripped down my back, followed by a scalding sweat. I walked like an automaton, with my hands held out, on the verge of covering my prick with them. The rods were hitting me with a greater accuracy, biting my buttocks like the teeth of unyielding jaws, were beginning to devour them, to pierce them; it hurt as if I was skinned alive and my bones were on the verge of piercing out my flesh, while on the outside they would go on slashing it. Snakes were writhing on my arms, a very precisely aimed blow set my penis on fire. I was conscious that it was still uprightly stiff, rooted forward and inside me like an unflinching limb. I tried to concentrate on counting my steps, but it was of no use. In a flash, during the fraction of time between two whizzes, I fancied that the girl in front of me had got nearer and that she had opened her legs. The craving of my skin for rain, the craving of my throat for screaming, hut I was checking them. Not only did the blows trailed me but they were waiting ahead for me too; they would enfold me and catch my shoulders, my ribs, my belly, my buttocks, and my prick too, which because of its length could not be shielded; my prick which preceded me now as if it wanted to meet the blows or to force me to meet them. My body was flaming all over, but it sort of forced me to concentrate and again I felt as if my belly was overfilled and was going to burst forth, that it had to burst forth. Then, the feeling of the blows became different, no longer did I wait for them fearfully, I let them crash on my skin, I raced their swishes, I buckled in order that they surround me entirely, that they warm up my too much unimpaired skin, that they fill me up with this hotness which suddenly was truly as essential as life itself. I wished I could look at myself from the outside, be a spectator to my torturing and bear it in the same time. That is why, instead of widening my pace, I yielded myself to the impetus of the blows which- and now I knew it- would tire out naturally, after having compelled me to give the best out of myself, after having ground me under their unrelenting harsh grating. A fire was rolling from my shoulders down to my heels, delving between my buttock cheeks to penetrate them, burning between my legs or close to my anus or around my balls too. And this fire could not fail to transform me and to turn me into a new man out of this new night.
And, suddenly, everything went to a stop. The sound of the flute tore the darkness, I opened my eyes and the fire, instead of writhing over my body, was blazing inside my limbs, in the cavities of my chest and of my belly, in every innermost part of my body. Sublime fire.
Two yards away from me, the "waiting-maid" was waiting for me, with her legs wide open, her very center being signaled by a brown hairy bush: that was my target.
With one leap I was over her. I brought my hands to her breasts which they roughly grasped, and my penis was already inserted between her great moist lips. And a cry tore the night apart, the virgin's blood gushed forth, tingeing scarlet my burning balls as well as the ground, the earth craving for a new mating, for new bodies and new loves. My penis groped inside palpitating walls, rubbing its erectness against the soft partition it had just torn open. The sea was shouting over the rocks, a surging life rushed into our bellies, immersed us, carried us away, bursting forth the last ultimate limits.
I gripped the breasts harder, my tongue cleaved open her mouth- my blood-stained penis was throbbing madly. The rows of men and women had closed around us in a circle, I could hear their breathing, and I sensed that their bellies were moving in time with my own exertions. I clasped the new moon tighter, melting my skin with hers, and I took my penis out so that all could see it sally out between our legs, then rush forth, slip out and rush forth again, as if it was endowed with an inexhaustible will, of its own. The womb of the night was pulsating under my belly, the sinking darkness abandoned dark veils which clung to our bones where they melted away. Now the tender walls were more vividly tight around the fleshy pillar of my prick, they squeezed in convulsively, swallowed it, sucked it and the young body now open to all the nights as to all the embrace to come was finding again the ancestral tidal surge which upholds love.
The legs came naturally to lock themselves around my waist, I heaved my body slightly so as to be kneeling, and my loins bucked up to thrust with all their power the hard-fleshed stake into the soft welcoming valley. Quicker! Quicker! Still quicker up to the sudden scream and our falling down pantingly on the moss, legs still interlocked, with drenched bellies, two love- reeking bodies under the new moon.
CHAPTER TWO
In fact I did really belong to the village only after that night. The young girl whom I had immolated, Sanka, came to the house I had rented and lived with me, as my mate. Between sky and sea life flowed by smoothly, and I never tired out of Sanka's presence. Her body was quickly ripening what with my amorous embraces and the ones of the sea where I liked so much to see her naked in the middle of the waves.
Sanka was only sixteen but she made amazing progress. Was it that she was driven by a kind of unconscious instinct, was it a natural trend of her, anyway she treated me, day after day, with more charming care. I shall never forget how, when we were sun-bathing in the nude, down a hollow in the downs, she used to take my penis in her hands and to massage it slowly, so slowly and so precisely that its erection seemed to obey her will and depend wholly upon it. She did not yet need elaborate caresses, she was burning with desire almost instantaneously: I had only to put a hand on her. Abruptly, she would recline back revealing her lightly-tanned thighs, and with a smile she would point to her under-belly, enhanced by the brown triangle of her penis hairs. Nestling in the curled bush, her pink slit would quickly open under my greedy hands which hastened to tip erect a delicious little clitoris, quickly brightly red with desire. Then I threw my face on it and took it between my lips while my mistress swooned with long moans. However, most of the time, her back had hardly touched the ground when, with impatient hands, she would seize my prick and direct it toward the gaping hole of her burning cunt inside which they would shove it at once. She submitted my prick to such a harsh suction, issuing from the vigorous, power of her haunches that very soon we were coming together with an enraptured scream. The whole process was very quick but always divine because my mistress' greenness was in itself the best of an aphrodisiac.
When we had come down the bluff, at the end of that memorable night, Sanka, had dressed my wounds with balms and herbs so expertly that all and every marks of my whipping had very quickly disappeared, Moreover, all my pains had vanished in the pleasure I was experiencing and alone remained the feeling of extreme heat and an unquenchable amorous desire. How many times did I screw her during this first night? I don't know. The human strength may sometimes appear quite boundless. I remember our house and the coming of the dawn. Sanka, panting violently, had thrown one leg over my body, her belly was quivering spasmodically, she had just been again giving and receiving pleasure. Creamy juice was oozing out of her slit and her thighs were encrusted with uneven white spots of dried semen. Her brown bush was still slightly tinted with blood. I put my hand ecstatically to it and I buried my fingers in the middle of the moist and gluey flesh. How warm it felt inside, and soft and deep! The palpitating flesh was widening its mouth, the mixture of her own juice and mine streamed down all over my hand, reached my wrist. The sensation of this seminal fluid on my skin made my blood race faster, reawakened deep inside mean incredible impulse the violence of which overwhelmed me. I screwed her again, plunging my sword up to the hilt. Her convulsively constricted cunt was crushing my penis, tightening around it in so hard a vice-like grip that I thought I would never be able to take it out, but the seminal libations had oiled our genitals lavishly and the eternal rocking was resumed. The violent thrusts of my penis pierced her belly up to her womb and, impaled on my rod, she gripped my haunches while we were quickening our rhythm and racing the ultimate run which would send us screaming up to the stars.
We did not invent much during those days. As I have said before, her youth in itself sufficed to satiate me, that and her precious skin and the odour of salt and sun which seemed to coat it. Many are the coves where the sand must have kept the hollow mould of our embraced forms. I was crucifying her under me at all hours, day and night, anywhere. The scent of our love-making wrapped us and everything else sank in our pleasure.
At night, a quieter hour sheltered us. We were lying side by side, naked. There was a minute of total stillness amid the silence which the breaking of the sea over the rocks rhythmed quietly, then my hand moved slowly toward Sanka's body. It ran for some time along her side and, abruptly, stole over her thigh. There, after laying still for a while, it sneaked gently toward her belly and its fingers got entangled in the silky mane. Sanka' breath raced faster. The tout nipples of her breasts quivered, she opened one hand and moved it toward me. I waited for it to reach me and arched suddenly in a feint dodging. My prick was still pointing upward over my balls, and, straining my will-power, I forbade it to stiffen. Sanka's hand ran over my belly, clung to the airs, avoided my genitals and reached my thigh, went around it, crawled to my buttocks, At the same instant, my hand left the soft nest of the curled bush and dropped down the thick lips; then it traveled up again and covered the cunt fully. In the same time Sanka's hand had wriggled its way in the furlough dividing my buttocks and was trying to widen it while the tip of the forefinger was poised at the edge of my anus. My hand, which enclosed her cunt, began to shiver rhythmically with the rising excitement it conveyed to her, soon the lips of her slit were moist and she kept them shut harder and harder. Sanka's forefinger pushed against what I 'called pleasantly the eyelet, but I constricted it to bar it before relaxing it abruptly while my own forefinger wormed its way inside the big lips and, after skimming along the edge of the cunt went up along the moist flesh to reach the clitoris. Then, Sanka moaned softly and wriggled nearer to me, her warmth was burning my side and her teeth pierced my shoulder. Again, there was a minute of expectation. She had plunged her forefinger and was pushing it inside the darkness of my ass-hole, and I was masturbating her clitoris with hardly sensible little strokes. Out of sheer will, my prick was still laying idle. However, the tumult was rising inside our bellies. Soon, Sanka's lips fluttered madly, she ran them over my chest, over my belly and I arched more tensely to meet them. Abruptly she bent over me and she dropped her mouth over my prick, at last taking it in its damp cavity. Her tongue fluttered over the glan, uncovering it with swift little strokes. And my prick was stiffening, filling her mouth, thumping against her palate and menacing the depth of her throat. Sanka got on top of me, straddling me and, freeing her cunt from my hand, raised her already-drenched soft gash up to my mouth. I grasped her clitoris between my greedy lips and we were glued to each other in a sixty-nine, with equally pressed tight mouths, hers around my enormous prick and mine on her tiny clitoris which was gradually springing erect. The suction which her mouth performed heaved and depressed her head alternatively and her taut breasts slapped against my belly: and I enjoyed their twin pressure as well as the idea that my prick was overfilling my mistress' mouth, distending it while her precious saliva was oiling my arm and dripping down to my balls which it cooled a bit in drying. In the same time my nose was nuzzling at her cunt and was inundated with her juice while I nibbled at it all the way and as far as around the hard little button. Her ass-hole was palpitating exactly at my eyes' level, puckering its delicately brownish ring which, sometimes, opened and revealed a pink moisture. The quicker our tongues were flapping and the quicker the hotness invaded our bodies. I brought her up to the point where, utterly unbridled, she struggled to swallow the whole of my prick while her dancing hips dubbed and crushed the long hairs of her pussy all over my face. Then, quickly, I threw myself over her, crucified her at once under my body and with one stroke plunged my sword into her belly up to the hilt. Again I paused for a few seconds, to let the jumpy twitchings in her belly take on some kind of a cadence and the pulsations of her cunt subdue slightly, then the back and forth motions of my penis followed the rhythm of her panting breath and I raised my body slightly to take a look at it. My superbly stiff peter got out with a gluey coating, showing its pointed head which the circular round ridge made look like a spear-head, and disclosing at its best its length which widened in the twin purse of the balls. I worked slowly and I surveyed the swallowing up of my prick which I shoved with little strokes into the desire inflamed lips with their net of entangled curled hairs. Sanka bucked up her haunches to meet me and widened the walls of her cunt to ease my entering. I felt that she was wide open and moist, but far from enjoying the softness of her grotto I got my prick out with the same slowness so as to enjoy fully the sight of my prick, coming out little by little, glistening with the drenching it had just experienced inside the belly which craved for it. When the glan itself was out I did not poise and resumed the reverse motion slipping it again, as slowly as before, into the youthful cunt from which, from time to time, issued the sound of indrawn air. Fill it up, fill it up, was I thinking, fill this hole up to the brim, don't let room in it for any other thought but the desire to fuck, go forth and back and lubricate yourself with its desire. Gradually my motion quickened, seemingly in spite of myself, while my strokes shook her up to her shoulders. I grasped her breasts with greedy hands, kneading them like dough, and she squirmed under me, wriggling her haunches quicker and heaving them to meet me, then she wound her legs around my body and pressed them over my back, a movement which enabled her to squeeze me harder by tightening strongly her cunt around my pumping prick, which thrilled wonderfully inside the ceaselessly constricted narrowness of her grotto. To fuck, to fuck was becoming our one and only thought, our divine obsession. Our tongues writhed in a greedier and greedier kiss, and in the end Sanka was lifted clear from the ground, hanging under me, and, raised on hands and knees I was swinging her back and forth to the increasing rhythm of my screwing. Fuck me, Sanka muttered, fuck me, you must never stop fucking me, all my life I want to cling to your prick, make me come wildly, screw me, pierce my belly, get in all the way my lovely prick, my fucker, my love. Make your gash drop juice, I answered, all the walls of your belly must suck me, all the muscles in your womb must squeeze me, all the long-drawn showers of your drenching desire will bathe me and stream inside us, we will be soaked again and again with your juice and I'll stab you farther and farther. Swing, beautiful, swing, let your hairs excite my balls, let your hidden mouth tighten still more and pump my semen. Fragrance of my pleasure and of your pleasure, little thing springing out of the night, tiny hole coming out of the remotest past to massage my prick, I love you. Wide swell under my belly, scream in my ears velvet against my balls, I love you. I love you, thrown against me, torn out of your own pleasure, nailed, nailed at the tip of my prick, pinned to me, riveted to me, fastened to me, nailed at the tip of my prick, pinned to me, riveted to me, fastened to me, nailed, nailed to me. With each word she hugged me tighter making me race faster. The bed was reeling, waving to and fro like a frail boat in the middle of a tempest, the rumor of the waves swelled inside us, we felt like flying, we were flying, higher than the top of the mountains arid higher yet than the clouds and the stars. We screamed on the verge of Eternity, we struggled on the threshold of heavens and shit to God, suit to the world, shit to all and everyone, hurrah for us, our pleasure increased with our blasphemies, with our screams and our furor. I was supporting our racing on one hand only, with the other I flogged her buttock cheeks, forcing them to stick more closely to me and to tighten their clinging to my body. I slapped her and she glued her body to mine out of mixed rage and pleasure. I beat her harder and she jerked beautifully under my belly, and her furor stormed my balls while her cunt chewed madly on my prick. Eat me up, I screamed, devour me, gulp, swallow my prick. Suck it dry, pump it off! Our fire reached amazing perfection. All and every atom in our bodies was keen on the furious quest for pleasure, and every muscle too, and every thought. Impale me, impale me, yelled Sanka. Stab me again, my love, again, farther, all the way up. The bed was sliding under us, the bedsheets were rent ouet my blood trickled from the tearing of her nails, and the burning pain of the wands rose up again in my sides; and I slapped her buttocks harder, and her haunches pounded my belly, and I moaned deliciously while my loins were aflame and my balls boiled riotingly. Oh! To hold it, one minute, to enjoy the impending turmoil and the last and highest tension of the blood-gorged tightened vagina around my palpitating, prick To hold it so as to multiply the intensity of the final burst. Hurrah for youth and fragrance and scream and presence of your skin under my skin and streams of your juice inundating my fire with its lava. I arched my back and raised my body, the tension increased still more, and, in a joint rushing, we shot our wad at the same second, screaming and drenching each other with spunk.
The softness of the July-night surrounded us, the coolness of the sea drifted up to us. We could make love up to a breaking point, there was no urgency of any kind for our happiness and our youth. Truly the reciprocated pleasure made us tireless, and perhaps was it the making of love itself. Nights and days were but slightly differentiated and melted in a unique duration, that of our embraces.
One day, however, we had climbed the cliff to pay a visit to the place of our first meeting, and I wanted to learn more about that somewhat strange ceremony the more so as experience had since taught me that life in the village was totally devoid of any marked events.
--- They say, Sanka told me, that in the old times, this ceremony was held in honor of "very new moon. Now, the custom has been resumed but it dates back only a few years. In fact you took part in a most important one, since it was marking the beginning of Summer.
Scenes were coming back to me. After I had fucked Sanka, she had gone back to the village with me, leading me by the hand, and I had never reflected on the incoming of the ceremony. Had it come to an end with our leaving?
--- No, said Sanka. But I do not know what took place later, because I have never watched the sacrifice. It was the first time. The virgins go to it only on the day when they must be devirginized.
I knew that there were no more than two or three hundred inhabitants in the village, so I said jestingly:
--- The virgins must be so by shifts, over there.
She looked at me with astonishment :
--- Why, no. They use the girls who belong to the village at the beginning of every season. The other times, the lady provides them, at last that is what I have heard related at home, once.
--- The lady? What lady?
--- The lady of the island.
So far I had never heard that there was an island and I said so.
Sanka pointed to the horizon:
--- It is aver there. You need hours in a boat to reach it.
--- Did you go there?
--- Nobody goes there, never. It is forbidden, and they are afraid.
--- They are afraid of what?
--- Of the Lady.
--- But who is this Lady?
--- The one who entered naked.
In a flash, I evoked her whom I had thought to be Beauty incarnated. Her magnificent hair burst in front of my eyes, and the splendor of the curls which emerged a little from under her buttock cheeks.
--- Why are they afraid?
--- The island is strongly guarded. It is swarming with dogs and armed negroes. The sailors use to say that the ones who go up there never come back.
--- Why, who told you that?
--- Nobody. I just heard it said.
--- And the people in the village put up willingly with all that?
--- They have got to... The Lady is very rich, she buys the whole of their sea-fishing, and she pays high prices too. Her own boat brings us everything we need. We have only got not to meddle with her business... She lives in a great big castle in the island.
--- Is her island very large?
--- No. I don't think so.
--- And before?
--- Before what?
--- Before the Lady?
--- I don't know.. The village has always depended on the island.
I did not go further in our conversation, but the same night, I came down to the port and joined the fishers. They welcomed me jestingly:
--- Did you enjoy yourself recently? She is beautiful, that Sanka, is not she?
I laughed with them and answered back, and stood them to many a round of wine. Their confidence increased along with the number of the bottles which were soon crowding the table.
--- What is this island one can see from the top of the cliff, I asked at last.
They remained silent for a while. The fishers were looking at each other wonderingly, and an old one told me:
--- It is the countess' island. Mona, that's her name. She liked you, did not she? She was the one who pointed to you the other night... You know, you bore it handsomely, old boy!
Why is she the one who chooses?
--- She presides over our feasts. She is the one who resumed the old customs. Old Bastian, he is the one you would think he leads the whole show... was very willing that the customs he preserved, but this Mona, she is the one who started the whole thing all over again.
--- Where does she come from?
--- The island belonged to her father before her. But things were not run the way they are now. The old gentleman took care of us but from afar. Now this Mona pays us much higher, but we must not interfere with her island.
--- Don't you ever go there?
No. She has forbidden it. Dogs and negroes she has in it. We can hear the barking of the dogs when the wind blows from the sea. Ugly beasts, you know... Why, she may do what she pleases, it's her island and none of our business. She pays well.
--- Nobody ever goes to pay her a visit?
--- Yes. In large boats, people from outside- beautiful yachts, that's how they call them.
--- Imagine someone went to her island regardlessy?
--- You better not try, son, mind my words!
They all looked at me with frightened eyes, and it only spurred my interest more strongly.
--- Are you kidding? She cant eat you alive, your countess.
--- Nobody knows, 'answered the old one.
And they went, leaving me alone with my mystery.
From now on, I was haunted by a unique idea: to go and see the island and its castle, to discover whet was going on inside it as well as the causes of their fear which seemed to me grossly exaggerated. It was easy to find a spyglass, but though I spent long hours on the cliffs, watching through it, I didn't discover the slightest clue. The only thing I caught a glimpse of was a large white yacht which seemed anchored in front of the island. As to the island itself, I did not reach a more conclusive knowledge but that it was not Very wide. Around two miles, or slightly less. The castle was from nowhere visible but the island appeared very rocky and it could be so that a castle wag hidden from the sight at the bottom of a depression.
I did not learn anything out of a map, and I was perfectly aware of the fact that there are a great number of islands which, situated outside the range of the sailing lines, are owned by private landlords and may for ever remain unknown to common people.
I planned and prepared my expedition, ascertaining myself that I could get any time a barge that belonged to Sanka's father and that I had from time to time borrowed him for our sailing along the coast. It would do, in quiet weather, for the trip which after all- in Sanka's own words- would not last more than two hours. My inquisitiveness hid from me all evil forethought, and I ascribed the people's fear to century old superstitions, reasoning inwardly that if the villagers were able to enact so strange ceremonies for every new moon, it was not unfair to suppose that they could be the prey to idiotic and unaccounted-for awes. Moreover, what was it to be feared, from Beauty!
CHAPTER THREE
It was around two o'clock in the morning when Sanka, witch her cunt satiated, fell to sleep. I went outside stealthily and walked to the shore which I followed up to a small cove where I had previously hidden my boat. It was a mild and fair Summer-night, I had no other clothes but my 'shorts. For a while I balanced, thinking that it would be, broad day-light when I arrive to the island, but my curiosity and my eagerness prevailed on any positive reckoning.
No wave agitated the surface of the oily sea which rippled but slightly against the prow of my boat. I paddled hard and as noiselessly as possible, preoccupied only with the idea of reaching the island quickly. However all my concerns vanished in the milky night where the sky and the sea seemed to melt into each other: the atmosphere was so beautiful that one could not nurture fears or anxiety.
So, unaware of the flowing of the time, I reached the island without realizing that I had traveled that far, while toward the east, a faint pink glow was invading the sky. The low coastline quickly, rose to a cliff which did not seem very high but extremely steep. I paddled around the island but the same steep cliff skirted its shore unbrokenly. I was just going along the head of a small promontory when I caught a glimpse of a large white yacht which I thought was the countess'. At once I reverted my course and resolved upon landing over there. A white sand powdered the beach, and I pulled my boat over it. I was busy at it when I heard a noise and jerked around: a giant negro, with two large mastiffs on his heels, was standing behind me.
I smiled toward him but he remained inscrutable; himself and the brutes seemed to weigh me, coldly, without a real interest, not exactly as if they were watching game but more as if I was a thing which they could use and would have been given them unexpectedly. The sun as rising behind my back it the same instant, and tinted red the sand which stretched between my watchers and me. Curiosity was still stronger than fear and, taking a step forward, I said:
--- I want to see the countess.
The dogs stretched their necks toward me; the man remained poised like a statue. I spoke again:
--- I have already met the countess...
The man motioned ever so slightly and the two brutes sprang over me. Without being able to do any defensive gesture, I was laying on the sand: one of the beats clung on my throat while the other was astride me. They were not yet hurling me but I felt that they were on the alert, ready to tear at me if ordered to. My heart was beating to a bursting point. But my brains remained unperturbed, trying to figure an issue. The negro came nearer: his shadow slid toward me and I saw his huge stature hovering over me. The dogs had not released their hold on me; the negro moved one of his enormous feet toward my face, taking it nearer slowly so as to let me see fully the white sole, streaked with deep creases, which was going to crush me.
The movement of the foot stopped a few inches from my eyes and the dog which was hanging to my throat backed a little. There was an instant of endless anguish during which an icy coldness paralysed my throat, and the foot moved away.
Then the man motioned again and the dog which was astride me began to rend my shorts with fury. I did not move, I knew that I should not move the dog was skillfully using its jaws and claws and did not hurt me in the least. In a moment's notice I was stark naked. The beasts sat on each side of me, baring their teeth and pulling their tongue. The man was still standing over me. I was alternatively looking at them, without moving.
The negro motioned again and the two wolves rushed upon my sex. A dreadful shiver ran along my back when their tongues reached me; I was on the verge of screaming but, my understanding that they were not eating me alive, that is-not yet, prevented me from screaming and helped me to check my first impulse. The strokes of their tongues swiped my balls and my prick and it tranquillized my fears. I strained my will in order not to get horny but never had a woman's mouth worked on my genitals in such an expert fashion. The length of their longues gave the brutes a marked advantage. No need for them to suck me, they had only to circle my penis with the large pink whip which hung out of their mouth. One of them panting heavily busied itself with that task while the other now set my bails on fire and now dug between my buttock cheeks; their slobber drenched my pelvic bush, my belly and my thighs. I too began to pant while the negro eyed me coldly with a fixed stare. The hotness was beginning to invade my loins and the parts between my legs. The dogs increased their attentions on my genitals, my will was suddenly subdued by the desire to fuck and my sword stiffened and stretched inch by inch rhythmically with the racing of my blood. When my taut prick had become like am enormous bone inside the mouth of the dog which was frigging it, I caught a faint smile on the negro's face who, abruptly pulling his dagger, bent his body over my belly while the dogs leapt away.
The early sunlight flashed on the blade and the steel slid against my skin. I felt its icy coldness which was drawing rings all over my belly. The negro stood up and stared at me fixedly: his dagger was still lengthening his right arm; I noticed with astonishment that there was no blood on it. The blade was alternatively aimed to my forehead, to my throat, and danced for a few seconds at my eye level.
There was another flash and, thrown by an expert hand the blade flew toward my sex. I closed my eyes, and my belly shrivelled. I needed a few seconds before understanding that I was not feeling any pain. I raised my head a little and I say the handle of the dagger emerging from the sand in the exact middle of my legs. The negro was baring his teeth in a wider grin.
He motioned again to the dogs and they resumed the task of stirring up my prick which bad shrunk with my fright, and though very unwilling, I yielded to their caresses. Besides, I was overcome by a kind of resignation which prevented me from trying to flee or at least to rebel. The colossal power of these dogs robbed me in advance of all hope. Better to submit to them while waiting for an opportunity. And after all, I was curious of what would come after...
The dogs were devoting themselves so ardently to their task that in a few seconds my fucking tool had recorded its largest size. Then I noticed that the two beasts equally had a tremendous hard-on. I glanced at my want at their prick with the hardly-delineated glan which ceaselessly went in and out of its hairy sheath. These apparatus were thin but I knew that the swelled considerably when fucking. They dripped more and more juice as the excitation of the monsters increased and their redness in itself was suggestive enough, I should say was almost too suggestive in my present state.
The dog which was holding my prick in its mouth was scratching the sand with its hind paws, and blinded me with a shower of sand. Growling all the time it was moving nearer to my side, and very soon it was over me and its ramrod was beginning to drip juice on me. Truly I was fascinated by the engine which passed back and forth exactly above my eyes, by the convulsive quivering of the balls, by the jerkings of the belly. My disgust, little by little, was replaced by an exaltation the power of which I did not realized clearly.
The dog squatted slightly and began to rub its hairy ramrod extensively against my face. I was blinded with it while my neck was soaked with the juice of its lust. The other dog was darling its tongue toward my ass-hole, opening my buttock cheeks with violent thrusts of its nose. I could feel its wet truffle slide against my scrotum and, upon reaching my anus, push on it with all its strength. Next, the tongue was resuming its whirling motions, wetting me thoroughly, trying to pierce my sphincter. My prick all gluey with the slobber the other dog was lavishing upon it was stiffening still more.
Meanwhile the dog which was standing astride me aimed the head of its ramrod it my mouth; I turned so as to avoid it but I was abruptly stunned by a violent kick of the negro while the beast was ferociously growling and pressed me between its paws. The ramrod wormed its way inside my mouth, forcing my lips open and pushing so hard against my teeth that they gave way submissively, and I felt a disgusting pungent taste fill my mouth. I was blind with loathing but the to and fro movement which caressed my tongue and my palate, succeeded at last and I began to suck the member, at first very slowly, with hardly noticeable strokes, which I quickly precipitated. The seesaw motions of the dog increased their rhythm, and that excited the other dog so much that its narrow tongue succeeded in boring a little way up into my ass-hole.
Then the ramrod which was piercing my mouth again and again began swelling. I felt it buckling against my tongue and my palate, I thought I was on the verge of suffocating and started gesturing with frantic limbs. The negro must had been waiting for this exact instant. I heard him chasing away the dog which was digging in my ass-hole and felt that he was raising my legs so as to wind them around the neck of the dog while the latter went on fucking my mouth and masturbating my prick with its jaws. When this task was completed, the negro locked my arms over the back of the dog which I was sucking and I was hanging under the belly of the beast which, by a sharp order of the negro, began to run. My back grazed at the sand, sometimes being torn over pebbles. Flames were enfolding me from everywhere, dancing wickedly in front of my almost-blind eyes which were from time to time whipped by the tail of the dog. My heart was pounding with a dreadful anguish. I was half-dead from suffocation but totally conscious of the pulsating prick of the dog inside my mouth as well as of my own palpitating prick inside the mouth of the dog. I felt I was simultaneously on the verge of dying and on the verge of experiencing the weirdest or the most extraordinary pleasure that had ever been offered me. Not even for a second did I regret coming to the island.
The air and the sand were bruising my sides, the shivers in the ramrod of the dog were increasing and the ones in my prick too, doubtlessly pulsating rhythmically. I knew I was hurled at full speed toward the arms of death, a dreadful death but ever so light, which was only reposing on my throat.
I do not know how long it lasted before I fainted. When I came back to my senses, I was lying on the ground and one of the dog was licking the last whitish filaments hanging around its jaws while his feet apart, he was watching me.
When our eyes met, he sort of winked ironically to me, then, stooping over me, he gripped the nape of my neck, heaved me up and dragged me to the sea where. I was forcibly thrown. The water wakened my senses in a few seconds. A strange taste filled my mouth and I was suddenly conscious of an unquenchable thirst, as if I had eaten some exceedingly spiced food. I washed carefully in the lukewarm water and came back toward the man and his beasts.
--- I had come to see the countess, said I.
The dogs hurled themselves against me with wild barkings and again threw me down on the ground. I had time enough to see that the negro was shrugging.
The dog which had worked over my balls and my ass-hole seemed plainly more excited than its companion. Its ramrod was coming in and out very speedily. I understood that its desire to fuck was as strong as ever and I tried to accustom myself to the idea of a reenacting of my first supplice. However things turned out in a different way. When, after a masterful frigging by the dog, my prick had again a tremendous erection, the negro came toward us.
He kneeled down, grasped my prick in one his enormous hands and with the other hand caught the excited dog. The beast was perfectly coached: it turned around and backed toward me while lowering its hindparts so as to be on the same level as me. . Then the negro aimed my prick toward the asshole of the beast while he forced me to grasp the ramrod of the animal. The swiftly impaled itself upon my member and was already rubbing itself between my hands which gripped its fucking apparatus before I had resolved to move ever so slightly.
The negro, seeing that I was still undecided and probably fancying that I needed a boost, clutched the blade of his dagger and plunged the handle all the way into my asshole. When the pain subsided I was fucking the dog with a mad energy and frigged it with all I was worth while my belly was gradually filled with the rising pangs of an almost delirious hotness.
I ejaculated at the same instant as the dog did and I rolled on my side groaning with pain and pleasure mixed.
The danger was still planted in my buttocks.
The negro pulled me to my feet:
--- You said you came to call on the countess?
I stared at him fixedly and did not answer a word. I contented myself with smiling vaguely.
--- The countess will be very happy to see you...
He bent his body, swiftly pulled out the dagger which was impaling me and, pointing to the sea :
--- You should wash some more.
Slowly, I walked to the sea, came into the water, washed carefully and came back, still without a word.
--- Kindly follow me...
The man and the beast went toward the steep cliff and I walked behind them. Soon we were standing at the foot of the abrupt bluff. The negro pushed against a rock and a wonderfully- concealed door opened widely.
We will reach the castle in a while, said the negro, motioning to a strange little car; I climbed in it and no sooner was I seated that the odd vehicle raced through the darkness while the door was closing by itself.
CHAPTER FOUR
We emerged at the threshold of a brightly- lit hall and our car came to a stop. The hall was round and the material of the walls evoked the fabulous metals one always learns about in the science fiction story. The black flag-stoned floor glowed faintly. The whole gave the notion of a morbid cleanness.
--- We are now entering the castle, said my leader.
He pushed on a button set on one side of the entrance and, after motioning me to get out of the car, he climbed back in it and immediately whirred away, while I remained alone. I took a few forward steps.
The hall must have been fourteen yards in diameter. In its center rose a high transparent pillar inside which I suddenly saw a negro as gigantic as the first one. The pillar opened and the negro came to me.
--- You come to see the countess?
I did not answer.
Climb in it.
He made me come into the pillar the bottom of which went down as soon as the translucent door was automatically closed on us. We were standing in a kind of an exceedingly perfected lift. The negro was eying me with the same indifferent coldness as his colleague. I became conscious of my nakedness.
Our fall must have lasted a few seconds; when the engine came to a stop, we were in the exact center of a round room, seemingly similar to the one we had just left but there was an additional element in it: a pack of mastiffs which hurled themselves toward us with wide open jaws. They must have been yelling but I could not hear a thing. They threw themselves against our transparent cage, scratching it with their claws. I felt like standing behind the glass walls of an aquarium. The silence which enfolded me, contrasting with the fury of the wild pack swarming outside only a few inches from me, was exceedingly strange.
--- Do you want to see the countess? the negro asked me again.
I don't know what instinctive foregoing warned me not to answer him and I only looked at him straight, with a slightly ironic glance. We remained thus, staring fixedly at each other.
--- Don't you really want to see the countess?
I was going to answer but I reflected that the countess must have been informed of my arrival and that she would admit me when she would find it advisable. The presence of the dogs was a constant reminder of the wav my first questions had been answered to as well as of what had happened to me then.
Suddenly, the dogs turned around and fled toward the opposite wall: a transparent pillar, exactly similar to ours, was now to be seen over there. Two men were in it: a negro, the very double of my warden and a young man quite looking like me, and equally naked. It seemed to ms they were discussing hotly, then their pillar opened and the young man was forcibly thrown among the dogs.
At the same instant, the negro bent his body over me. I felt his thick lips run over my body and grasp my prick while a dreadful concert of barkings and screamings was bursting into our cage. My own double was a prey to the dogs I could see them tearing pieces of bloody flesh, and struggle for the possession of a limb. The walls of my glassy cell seemed to enlarge the spectacle. The poor wretch yelled but could not do a thing to free himself. The muscles which hung under his right arm resembled horrid petals, composing the most atrocious flower of human flesh. A black mastiff stood on its hinder legs ad with an only blow of its forepaws he stripped out all the flesh which covered the thorax, and I saw, in a flash, the whiteness of the ribs and all disappeared in a disgusting overflowing of boiling blood. The tortured man's screams were now no more than horrid syncopated gasps.
While this scene was going on the negro's mouth was ardently working over my prick. His expert fingers ran along my balls, lingered in the depression of the groin, slipped toward the scrotum, plunged into my ass-hole. I wanted to escape them but the hotness which rose inside my belly was oddly associated with that other hotness the crazy spectacle stirred up in my head, in my throat, in my chest. I was caught between these two flaming hotnesses, a prey 'he blazing fires which burned menacingly their wav toward each other, on the verge of being swept by their power. I shuddered and pushed the negro away. He sneered.
He sneered and rose to his feet. He motioned roughly for me to sit down. I had not yet noticed the translucent seat set in a corner of the lift. I obeyed his order. My prick had not yet stiffened. The negro was eying me cynically.
Why, he said, you are much too composed! You don't imagine you are going to see the countess in such s state...
He raised a hand and a terrific discharge almost threw me out of the seat. The yellings were still increasing. The victim was no longer screaming; the poor wretch was at his last gasp. His blood was radiating in every direction from a large central spot, with elongated crimson rivulets. Across the ribs, now wholly bared from any flesh, his heart was beating its last pulsations. The monsters hurled themselves at him for the last struggle and I heard the bones cracking under their voracious teeth. It seemed like the noise of a kind of infernal engine erected there to annihilate all life. My thought raced madly: the horridness of the spectacle was too beautiful, the streaming of the blood too seducing. I saw one of the dog carry the head away, crush it with an only bite, making the brains spurt forth. The grey substance mixed with the foaming slobber of the dog, and ran to the ground like and endless torrent of spunk. The hideous smell of the slaughter burst forth suddenly into our cage. Unable to check myself I threw my hands toward the negro.
At once he was stranding on all fours in front of me and he swallowed my prick between his thick lips. His tongue was lavishing so swift caresses on me, the blood was so brightly scarlet on the black flag-stones, the slobber dripping from the jaws of the monsters was so excitingly beautiful, that the hotness in me increased up to an unbearable point. I am horny, I am tremendously horny, that was now my unique obsession. 0, to fuck! To fuck this palpitating flesh, to fuck the quick and the dead, to fuck these beasts with their fine dripping blood jaws. My prick darted against the negro's palate, trying to slip into his throat. Little discharges were goading my buttocks with rapturous twinges of pain, making my prick stiffen still more, my prick which, coated with saliva, was now continuously going in and out of the negro's mouth.
The dogs had stopped their barking, They were squatting on the floor in a ring and crunched the bones which burst open, spurting out their marrow on the flag-stones. Their panting breath formed quite a sounding background or the cracking of the bones. Sometimes, two monsters struggled for a choice piece of human flesh and the clapping of their furious jaws was filling me with a shameful joy which sent my prick darting more violently against my sucker's palate. My haunches danced frantically, my thighs were quivering with my earnestness, my ass-hole was tightening and dilating alternatively like the one of a constipated man. Marvel of a sight: the fuming spilled blood on the floor, the cry, long nurtured inside the hollow ears which seems dilating the whole brains with a pain more wonderful than the most wonderful joy.
When their feasting was over, the dogs rose on their legs, one by one, and went to lap the elongated rivulets of blood. I could hear the rustling of their tongue, I could feel their tongue on my own skin, I was panting with horror and pleasure. My balls were aflame. I put my hands on the negro's head and kept it pressed against me while my prick slipped toward his uvula. I wanted to suffocate him right on the spot, or to have him bite and devour my prick, to afford me the spectacle of its bloody pulp dripping out of the negro's mouth, in a mixture of blood, spittle and semen.
Te negro was sucking harder. I saw the sweat roll down in big drops on the nape of his neck, run in the middle of it, drenching my fingers deliciously. I sticked my fingers inside his ears. The suction was more and more intense but I was still holding back, while I felt the rise of my semen which spurted forth at the exact instant when the last remaining dogs were licking the ultimate red spot, like a dessert.
The negro stood up. a Whitish filaments dangled at the corners of his mouth. I threw myself upon him, gluing my lips on his, and savouring the most rapturous kiss I had ever experienced in all my life. Semen! White delight flush with the inexhaustible cup of Life! Semen more nourishing and sweetest yet than God!
We left each other with a smile and the lift rebounded toward the heights of the forbidden castle. The milky light rolled on the black flesh of my companion, giving it an indescribable velvety smoothness.
--- He was handsome, the negro told me. He insisted very much upon seeing the countess... Now he has seen her!
His rolling laughter burst forth inside our transparent cage, pricking my skin with millions of delicious stinging needles.
CHAPTER FIVE
Suddenly the darkness surrounded us, but the lift did not slacken its course, at least no noticeably. My head began to buzz with bloody visions; a sharp cold enfolded me. I was on the verge of questioning the negro but a defensive instinct warned me not to and besides an overwhelming hotness was now succeeding the previous icy cold. The wide jumps in the temperature went on alternatively for an undefinite stretch of time while I felt that the speed of our cage was increasing. A kind of happy bliss overcame me, a desire to abandon myself totally to everything that could happen to me.
The light came back gradually. Again we were in the middle of a large round room the walls of which appeared to be as hairy as the skin of a living beast. The negro pointed a seat to me and at once I felt I was invaded by delicious emanations, which gave birth inside me to long parades of absurd images. Then the cage began spinning on itself while wide smoky shadows moved swiftly on the floor and gave to the hairy walls a kind of palpitating life. . It seemed as if fleeting caresses were filling the atmosphere. I was conscious that I was falling to an undefinable slumber. The flight of the time had the consistency of these shadows, of these shiverings hairs.
Suddenly, mouths, mouths with wide apart lips opening on gleaming and voracious teeth, surrounded our cage. I thought I heard their grating biting against the transparent material, but the strong thing resisted handsomely. Now the teeth were tinted with blood and were opened above horrid throats at the bottom of which were still dissolving the remains of I don't know what kind of an awful feast. Then these mouths backed away and began dancing infernal figures and breasts, buttock cheeks, pricks, bellies and vulvas joined in their chorus which cant really be described with mere words. I was torn between a nameless interest and a disgust of such a nature that it topped anything I could have experienced previously. No desire to ran away, however, neither to dispense myself with what was going to happen. I could feel the steel-cold eyes of the negro studying me, I guessed he was expecting something: may be for me to scream, to disavow my attempt, to question or to plead. My teeth remained strongly closed on the sensations which stirred me up and I knew now that I should not say a word. In fact I was only caring now for an only thing: to go farther yet, as far as possible in the discovery of this mysterious world.
Then I heard a kind of a sigh behind me; I turned around swiftly but nothing was to be seen. Though the sigh revolving around me, calling me, soliciting my attention. From the wall a new shadow had sprang forth, as spouting out from the other side of the hairs. As it was gradually coming into the range of the light which drove the shadow away, I saw that it was not a shadow but a naked young woman, better a young girl since she did not seem very old. When she stood very close to me I was utterly astonished to find out it was Sanka. She must have recognized me at the same instant for her lips quivered in an exclamation which must have been my name.
--- She too wanted to see the countess, said the negro.
Sanka appeared more beautiful, more naked yet in this strange room than under the white light of the cliff. It seemed to me that for an endless time I had not seen her and her adored body stirred up a delicious emotion in me. I marveled once more at the magnificent shape of her hips, the unsurpassable curve of her back. Her breasts rose toward me, her eyes flashed with an appeal from which I did not know what delights it would gratify my answering back. But I did not budge a finger. I too was waiting for an unaccountable-for issue before trying to go toward her appeal.
t-- Don't you want to go out so as to meet her? the negro asked me. Of course I did, but now I had clearly understood that it was always better to wait being compelled to do a thing.
Sanka had started running around our transparent cage. From time to time she would bow and her long hair flowed over her face and her breasts, making me quiver with desire. She was calling me but her screams did not reach my ears.
Her arms fluttered, she wrung her hands, perhaps guessing that her voice was not carried up to me since she was now pointing to her taut breasts, to her rich public bush which undulated under the soft light. I did not move.
Suddenly, the negro put his hands on me, letting them slide against my loins. I saw Sanka redden and she unhurled her body against the transparent partition, pounding on it with her fists. A large ironical grin creased the negro's face: he thrust his hands toward my genitals, opening my thighs, and he weighed my balls which were beginning to swell with a renewed ardor. Sanka fluttered madly upon seeing this scene, and began to dance madly around my transparent jail. Her thighs quivered, her magnificent hair flashed, whipping her eyes, her shoulders, her luscious back. It was as if the negro and myself had been looking at her whole demonstration like connoisseurs, and were amused by the evident intention she had of stirring me up: shall I say that, deep inside, I was on the negro's part. All the lascivious attempts of my mistress were truly exciting me but nothing seemed strong enough to free my will from the passivity which paralysed it. Besides it was a rapturous paralysis.
Sanka understood that all her whirlings would not pull me out of my retreat and, undoubtedly excited by the. ironical grin on the negro's face, she" stood exactly in front of me and arched her back. Her hands slipped softly along her body, rose up again to her breasts, stopped there for a caress gradually more and more accentuated and suddenly dropped to her belly. For a while her fingers got entangled in the brown curls of her pube but soon wormed their way up her crotch. Now, nestling there, they began a to and fro motion along the big lips, but visibly she was not-broken to that kind of an experience. Gruntingly she squatted, uncovering fully her gash and opened it with her hands. I could see very plainly her tiny clitoris fully erect and the deep furrow of her pink slit, in the hollow of which the gate of her cunt was skirted by a thin wet and gleaming trace, while farther down palpitated the brownish ling of her ass-hole. While I was pondering on the idea whether what was dripping out of her cunt was the proof of her desire or a remaining token of the semen with which I had filled it up the night before, it crossed my mind that probably I should never screw her delicious little brownish sphincter and the regret I felt then almost made me hurl my body against the wall of the cage to show my desire to join her, Luckily I checked my impulse to go to my mistress, and I mused again, contemplating the slow oscillation of the wide open gash which now seemed reeling in the center of the two pillar-like thighs.
Sanka was totally engrossed in her amourous display when a slight whistling sound reached my astonished ears. The negro, whom I glanced at immediately, seemed not to have noticed a thing and was still looking at my mistress. I was going to reverse to my idle and ironic contemplation when I got the notion that the floor of the room had started undulating around the outer edge, at the base of the walls. I was wondering what it was all about suddenly I saw : from everywhere, snakes were swarming the room and coming toward us.
An inborn disgust for those animals almost made me cry out but on that day my reason was definitely stronger than my instinct. The negro's sarcastic grin, besides, taught me that it was a good thing I had checked myself. My gazes enfolded Sanka: my eyes had attempted to warn her but she was too much engrossed in her seductive endeavours and was on the verge of yielding to her lascivious movements for the foaming spunk which covered her cunt was abundantly thicker and thicker.
Unrolling (heir long green silver and golden coils, the repulsive animals were nearing our cage. I don't know what species they were elated to but their triangular head, their quick but- ton-like eyes their syncopated approach left no room to hope as to their aim, though I had yet the slightest idea about the scene that was going to take place neither about the role these beasts would play.
Their advance was only heralded by light rustlings but, when their vanguard was no farther than two or three yards from Sanka, one of the monsters stretched its scaly body, as big as an arm, and, darting its forked tongue, sent forth a horrid hissing which tore at my ears. Sanka, abruptly diverted from her desire to be fucked, leapt to her feet and almost hurled herself against the monster which was contemplating her with its nasty little eyes. She was so violently startled that for a long time she remained paralysed with fear before fleeing with an ear-splitting frightened scream. But, from everywhere, the beasts were coming nearer and surrounded her. She saw them stand on their tail and dart their loating tongue, all the time hissing with high-pitched and atrocious tones. Sanka was running to right, then to left and everywhere new monsters stretched their body. Slowly, confident in the surrendering of their prey, they were tightening their ring.
These are not venomous ones, whispered the negro.
Sanka, with her large black eyes overfilled with anguish, now was looking at the monsters and now turned toward me with a mute supplication. We had only to open our cage.
Did I really wanted to open it?
I don't think so. No, to see what was going to happen, that was my only concern. To see and to suffer with everything that would hurt her, to suffer until annihilation, until happiness.
The rustling of the reptiles increased in volume and, mixed with it, rose the panting breath of Sanka whose flesh I saw whitening against the partition which she pressed with her body in a fruitless attempt to penetrate it. The nearer monsters were now only a yard away from us. With their head raised at the top of their body, they were on level with Sanka's face and they rocked gently all the time gazing at their victim. May be they were fascinating her for she was no longer trying to flee. The taller of the beasts did not take its eyes off hers and, suddenly, she came to it, held her hands to it and caressed its scaly skin. The monster undulated and, with a sudden start, wound itself around her waist; now, while it softly beat her thighs with its tail, it raised its flat head and darted forth its forked tongue to her lips. Meanwhile, other reptiles bad drawn nearer; some of them, standing straight on their coils, satisfied themselves, so it seemed, with waiting, two coiled up around Sanka's legs, four or five of the others, leaning against the transparent partition of our cage, stood on each side of her. I am still wondering, now, whether these beasts had been trained, whether their acting was arranged like a ballet performance.
Suddenly the two serpents which had wound their body around Sanka's legs started to knock their head against the other's all the time hissing atrociously with anger. I understood they were struggling for the possession of the pube. But the snake which was rolled around my poor mistress' waist, angered with the wrestling between its two brothers, slapped them with violent blows of its tail. The hissing concert increased with the rivalry of the three monsters. I saw Sanka's limbs turn blue under their squeezing though, still a prey to the fascination, she did not try to free herself. Only her gasping breath the rhythm of which was faster with every second, informed me that she was not wholly frozen by a nameless paralysis. Abruptly, one of the snakes succeeded in grasping, between its wide-open jaws, the tail which up to now had been beating it; it must have bitten it so hard that the blood gushed forth, drenching its mouth as well as Sanka's belly. Long scarlet rivulets began to roll across her public bush, and, dripping farther, to stain her thighs, but the stricken monster succeeded in freeing itself and, in a fit of rage, bit everything that was within the range of its pointed teeth.
I saw a huge crimson star blaze on my mistress' shoulders, another one on her throat. She screamed then with a desperate intensity, as if the pain had pulled her out of her fascinated state and with her hands she tried to unwind the indescribable grasp of the monster, which, far from yielding to her efforts, tightened its coils some more. All that stirring excited the reptiles which were standing on each side of my mistress and they coiled up around her, one of them pushing its body between her back and the transparent wall, two others fastening themselves to her arms, and a whole army of their brothers swarming on the floor in their eagerness to partake of the feast. Now Sanka was gradually more and more conscious of her situation, but too many knots were enfolding her, and her screams subsided, choked in her throat by the fiendish tightening of the monsters. Now, from her white shape streaked with green, silver and golden rings, was only coming an unceasing moaning. She succeeded yet in turning her face toward me and the glance she cast at me would have softened the Devil himself, but now I was only a man lost in the delicious pain of contemplating the destruction of what up to now he had considered to be the very incarnation of his happiness. I could not do a thing for her.
Besides, tire negro's head was bowed and again his lips were busy swallowing my prick. My eyes roved alternatively from her sucking mouth' to the horrid nightmare that was really enacted a few inches away from me, in the other world, the outside world. My belly, pumped out toward my penis, let the time which peopled it rise and the images streamed in my body to accumulate in my balls before being pissed by the urethra canal out and into the other space. 0 the softness of the palate against which stretches my prick! Softness of the wrapping lips! Quick and rolling fire of the frantic tongue! Exorcism of the teeth fastening their menace around the hem of the glan!
Two monsters had just hung their body to my beloved's breast and I remembered that the old people used to tell, when I was a child, stories about snakes having a taste for milk. Undoubtedly furious not to find any in these young breasts, they abandoned them but when they took their head off I saw that instead of the nipples there remained only two bloody holes at the bottom of which a vein must have been pulsating since every second it sent forth a squirt of blood. That blood mixed up with the slobber of the monsters and rolled down the body which coated a net of sticky coils.
A swarming struggle was held at the level of the pube and they vied for the opportunity of penetrating between the thighs, but the idiotic beasts tightened the thighs so much with their knots that they could not open at all. Then they bit the flesh and I saw the sinew burst out, the muscles stretch. The blood was running in a torrent, carrying pieces of skin, tuffs of hairs, abominable and nameless fragments. The transparent partition enlarged the squamous scales of the monsters which crushed their bodies against it. I saw in every detail the progress of a wide flat head, which stared at me with its cold little eyes, toward the buttock cheeks of my beloved.
The forked tongue darted out but the general struggle wedged the jaws of the monster so effectively that its protruding tongue was caught out and that the dreadful beast unknotted itself with a jump which against our cage with an atrocious sound. The reptile immediately charged again and while I was staring at it with a delicious horror it seemed that were going on before my eyes, age old battles which, in the first days of the earth, must had interlocked, in similarly horrid struggles, some of my remotest ancestors, just about issued from the seas the abominable gluey mire of which was still coating their bodies.
My balls, with this recalling, flamed with desire and I felt that my tool was stretching a few inches more with the impossible aim of reaching these monsters size.
I did not see very clearly amid the eddying fide whence emerged, from time to time, the still- living head of my wife, but I thought I caught her last glance. At this very time, one of the reptiles thrust its head forward in a flash and, when the flash went out, the face, turned toward me, was hideously pierced by a hole: the nose had been taken off. Another head, in a flash too, stripped the mouth bare and the teeth gleamed, pressed tight on God knows what heinous scream- or was it a scream of pain? Now two forked tongues were digging in the eyes.
0 mask, perforated at last, was I thinking, what secret could yon now discover? But, at the paroxysm of the scene no voice is heard any more and nothing hovers any more on the skeleton, visible at last, but an endless swarming of movements the signification of which moves ceaselessly in the pursuing of a new scream, for ever impossible...
The eyelids, as if they were attacked by a kind of an unknown acid, were seared under the licking darts. The pierced eyes melted suddenly and what was now rolling down the sockets was no longer tears but the most filthy liquor. I could hardly bear this spectacle in spite of the fire that it was kindling in my loins. My hands groped for the wooly mane of my sucker who caressed me faster, the blazing fire which it kindled and fed in me had to ruin me up to my very bones.
Blueish filaments now were interwoven in the boiling pack of the beasts and I understood that my beloved's belly had burst open. I warmly welcomed this diversion for the moment of my purification was nearer: when I shall see her bones, was I telling myself, everything will be redeemed, everything will come out in the open for the illusion will have vanished with the flesh.
The hair, scalped by the tooth and the lubric tongues, fell down, soon followed by the flesh which an instant before was still covering the nape of the neck. Before my eyes there was the skull and the greedy darts did not linger very long before cleaning it of its brains which streamed out of the sockets. This dainty food attracted a crowd of flat heads which struggled to lap it. The rings coiled before my eyes like an incredible swarming, but when the swarming dissipated the skull revealed to me at last the white bareness of its bones. What an anguishing emptiness before which the pierced sockets were gaping. Ah! I whished I could screw these new holes and fuck across them this emptiness to animate it with a new life, beating with the pulsating of my fucking! But there was transparent partition which severed me from the other world, an hindrance all the more insuperable because its transparent substance protected it. The diamond alone is able to cleave open the glasses, a voice inside me was whispering. Woe! To be endowed with a diamond penis.
The negro sucked still harder but I had forgotten him. I was dreaming of fucking God. I was dreaming of piercing God's eye with a supreme thrusting of my prick and to make, at last, inside his age old dried up of all light brains, drip a little of. human semen...
My balls discharged at the very instant when the horrid struggle, unknotting the pack of its coils, let fall on the ground the white skeleton of my beloved. The negro, in his ardent sucking and swallowing of my semen pulled me clear out of my seat from which I had watched the whole spectacle. First I was very weak but quickly rose inside me the unconquerable sprouting of a living onrush I had never experienced before, the sensation of being born.
--- You were free to save her, said the negro.
I looked at him and I saw him: he was only the indifferent instrument of my destiny, and nothing else.
The lift rose up to new heights.
CHAPTER SIX
I got out of the lift on a very large sun-flooded flat roof. I was dazzled at first and, a few seconds later, when I was able to inspect the place where I had landed, the negro as well as the lift had disappeared. The marble flag-stones shone under the dense and warm light and seemed spreading endlessly, and its wide scope was still enlarged by the innumerable potted flowers and dwarf trees, the white statues and sundry metallic constructions: mobiles and abstract sculptures, which intermixed with the branches and the flowers. I took a few steps forwards and the sea appeared before my eyes, a bright blue sea, quite unreal. Deep sea and nevertheless seemingly solid and covered with blue marble flag-stones; smooth and waveless sea under the brightly uniform light.
The silence was total; it was endowed with the same abrupt quality as this light, the hotness of which kindled on my skin the luxuriant presence of life. I think that the most complete happiness assailed me for a while with the simultaneous perception of the sea and the sun, of the air and the burning marble under my feet. I walked slowly, trying to find the edge of the roof, and when at last I got to the railing on which the blueish air seemed to rest with hardly-perceptible palpitations, I had a kind of a certitude that I was partaking of the celebration of a perfect beauty in harmony with this background which, in this precise location of space and time, had the privilege to sum up the world.
Leaning on my elbows, I gazed at the island, narrow Japanese garden, scarred all over with small hills and valleys, at the foot of my tower. And my tower, surrounded by so many beauties appeared to me as concealing inside its flanks all the imaginable mysteries, all the images that can fill the unfathomable womb and spirit of Humanity. At this precise second, a voice behind me made me turn around abruptly:
--- I was dying to meet you... Welcome here!
The countess was standing before me. She was still more beautiful, draped in a white dress which enhanced her peach-smooth and golden skin, the magnificent nut-brown color of her long hair. I could only mutter:
--- You are... you are too beautiful!
--- Who knows?... You have deserved an exceptional encounter to-day. Am I up to the exception?
I looked her squarely in the eyes, her extraordinary green eyes, as deep as life itself, and the gazes which inhabited them stunned me: unrelenting intelligence and... I can't say more, the words vanish, but what struck me with the strongest intensity was really their inexorability.
--- You were my aim.
--- I had noticed you on the cliff. You passed all and every ordeal handsomely... Now you are endowed with some powers the exercising of which my presence will warrant you, in the meantime...
She gazed at my body with an extensive care, and the conscience of my being naked became suddenly utterly acute.
--- I was naked the first time. The nakedness is crueler, besides what is the need of hiding the sex when the eyes are not hidden? Sex and eyes match, and one as the others open the world, lighten it for us. The morale which veils them can be dissipated by some definite scenes. It is only necessary, really, to find the kind of spectacle which puts us in front of ourselves... People have no more on than their mirror, take off the tin-leaf and you can contemplate the spectacle... Should it be revealed to you by an incident of any kind that sex and eye, jointly, sharpen your conscience, make it apt for a different perception... We can say it's only a matter of intensity. But we'll have ample time to talk about it later. Come on!
I followed her up to a kind of bower. Drinks were disposed on the table under it, waiting for us. She pointed a seat for me, a large blue arm-chair. There was the perfume of the flowers all around us; I felt I was sort of falling down to the depths of happiness.
--- The Summer-night ritual was your incident... For my part, I am forever waiting for the unexpected, if necessary I create it mathematically... Any rite, any spectacle, in that they precisely rest on a mathematically immutable ritual, afford to the unexpected thousands of opportunities for of intrusion. Indeed, when the consciousness becomes sharper, reality scours itself and the skeleton of men, or, better, the field of their motivation can be recognized. There happens a miracle, a miracle utterly natural in the sequel of events: you climb up a cliff at the right instant, or Sanka, by chance, enters the room where, though unaware of it, you where waiting for her. One and only difference: ignorant and passive, Sanka will be the victim of her own lack of consciousness while yourself, warned by the keen perception of a kind of connection, you save your life and make easy the birth of a new form of your own self... Really, I did no more than give you a chance. Why? Who knows for sure? When, the other night, I pointed to you, I was only choosing you to be tortured. Instead of enduring it or even of trying to escape it, you enjoyed it immensely... I know you probably did not want to enjoy it, but it serves only to prove that you are gifted. However I was the one who permitted you to turn from the role of a passive actor to the part where you were your own actor... This morning, I watched all your reactions on a screen... Your eyes betrayed the pleasure you were experiencing in the risk, in the horror... It goes for your sex too! You have a beautiful penis, may be did it help me to be well disposed in your behalf: firm and round balls under a fair-sized prick make a suggestive enough spectacle for as sharp a consciousness as mine is. Indeed I could have ordered them cut in order to increase my collection. I could even give them as a dessert to my favourite dog, but you obviously deserve better.
She moved one of her adorable feet toward me and she weighed my balls with only the tip of it.
--- Good! You are ready to treat us to a nice huge draught any time, but I'm not exactly interested by this aspect of your personality. Besides we have here a nice company of men at least as well equipped as you are. This game does tire me, to be true, save for a special kind of a ritual. Don't get the notion that I am frigid, why, do you want to feel it...
She leaned toward me, took my right hand and put it to her vagina. Its brims were moist.
I could feel all the sateen-like smoothness of the big lips, enriched by soft curls, and the hotness of her sex made my face burn. But she took my hand away.
--- Do I stir you up? Of course, you can get horny: a nicely-stretched tool, jutting out in front of a quivering belly, it can be so much more exciting than your little limp thing lying on the bag of your balls. Men should never appear before a woman but with a hard-on... By the way, how did you find my dogs?
She did not let me time to answer, and went on:
--- I did pick them out with the utmost care. They too have to stand a series of tests. Oh! I mean tests of all and every kind... But you will attend to them! You have had a good opportunity to see that they are very well-fed and... that they may be said skillful. Here I have specialists of that kind of a training: former soldiers of the Legion and former cops too. Of course, their imagination is more on the one-way side, but they do wonders in that field. I do have, naturally, many other specialists, for any imaginable type of drilling: one couldn't exhaust the resources of my castle... You will discover all this little by little.. By the way do you know the size of your prick? I should say size C. When one fuck, in my place, I have rather it be done by ranking sizes. Oh! It's only a matter of ethics. I like a show to be an exceedingly good one, and then I'm only half satisfied. Right now, are you at your best?
--- Hum...
--- I see you are not overprided. But it is not normal, not in this business. Moreover, since you succeeded in your obstination to meet me, you could not do it without spilling a nice amount of semen, this morning. Don't you agree that the skilled tongue of a dog...
We burst out laughing in the same time. Mona was definitely more and more beautiful.
--- And my negroes! What do you think about my negroes?
--- Wonderful! The most delicate palate that I ever fucked. Though it is still with a tongue of dog ramming my ass-hole that I should like better to give it to you.
--- Have I got to understand that you might express personal wishes under my roof?
--- None that would not be yours, dear countess, I muttered, again on my toes and by no means in a chivalrous spirit.
--- Your education has been undertaken and perfected in two hours. You are really wonderful. But, tell me, would you like very much to slip it into me?
--- If you wished me to give you pleasure by the mere use of my pleasure.
--- Good... But we may perhaps forget our conventional attitude and trust each other. I need someone like you to take a part in my shows for his pleasure and for mine. We have all imaginable accessories, and were you interested in spectacle?...
--- I have a passion for it!
--- Is it the only one?
--- I dare say yes. It is not comprising all the others?
--- Why, that's true, but in those, the sex must be allowed as much freedom as the eyes. Perhaps did you guess all that on the cliff...
--- I had to content myself with being, to follow my desire and my will to be the strongest...
--- Enough of that... What I'm looking for, what I'm every time looking for, is the bringing into play of a traumatism, fit to generate ecstasy and to extend it... I have come to the conclusion that cruelty alone is strong enough. is alone inexhaustible. Beauty cannot be celebrated but with as many sacrifices as possible, sacrifice alone can restore the bewildering intensity of its presence. You know it beauty when implying destiny never palpitates more intensely than on the lips of a wound. Habit did heal the cunts of women, the scar of the wound must be reopened, do you understand me?
--- Pretty well. The whiteness of the bone in the depth of the wound, this is the forever bewildering sight, the hole across which time and God can me fucked, at last.
--- You are perfectly right, though the mouth I have got in the middle of my crotch has eaten up God a long time ago... But you are right, cruelty must be divine so as to stir up a horror apt to chill you to the marrow, to scour your own self from all and every customs. The old pictures which can then be seen and the world which emerges at last are not soft. Bones are never tender but in babies and you don't have any other use for a baby but to roast it- and I like better a nicely-done pork roast. Of course, I do taste it yet from time to time, but it is only because this insipid flesh is able to disgust me most effectively. Your prick or even your thighs, that would be much more of a treat, don't you think so?
--- I'm only sorry I cant taste the delicate dish...
--- We could arrange some kind of a suitable medium... but, it's definitely no! I value you too much...
She burst out laughing, chilling me. My prick did shrivel somewhat, soon catching the countess' eye.
--- May I?, she said.
She stooped over it, took the glan between her lips and began to lavish it with exquisite caresses : the tip of her tongue darted at the tiny hole of the urethra, while her right hand was weighing my balls expertly.
--- I can as well size you up right now, she muttered; she looked up at me and I felt her glance piercing my face and boring up to the core of my brains.
Her extensively-trained mouth worked on me so skillfully that in a while I- or better, my rod- had reached my largest dimensions. Relentlessly her tongue was wrapping my glan in a moist and burning whirling, while my balls were still swelling under her hands. I felt I was literally carried away but did not cease, even once, to contemplate all her movements. I thought I had never gazed at a more beautiful scene than the one afforded by my splendidly-swollen tool plunging into this mouth which is distended somewhat and which in return left it gleaming with saliva, when in its see-saw motions it got out of her delicious lips. What a magnificent sight: the pumping of her suction deflated her cheeks which bulged out with the reverse process while my prick sank up to the hilt into the delicious cavity. What a magnificent sound: my balls slapping against her chin. What a magnificent sensation: her teeth grating delicately over the tool, from top to bottom.
I held my- hands out, to embrace or-to hurt her with love, but she pushed me back roughly with a sharp blow on my wrists. So I reclined back on my seat and relaxed, firmly decided that this game should go on as long as I could make it last.
Now she was scanning my face with unflinching eyes: she was watching my reactions, she noticed my smallest shudders. My prick pounded softly in answer to the fondling of her tongue, and excited her palate. I enjoyed immensely the sight her lovely face afforded me: at last it was pierced, at last her face was impaled, and her saliva foamed in the corners of her mouth when I plunged my fucking-tool with a sudden thrust. But, she left me abruptly and fell back on her seat:
--- I knew it was a C size, she said icily, staring at me fixedly.
I was a little puzzled, a little angry, a little disappointed, but I could not let her have the last word, and I answered sharply:
--- Your eyes cant deceive you. Like sex, like eyes, isn't?
--- That's it... Do you want me to get somebody to finish you off?
She did not give me time to answer, but rang the bell at once. A huge ape appeared at once.
--- Kao, meet my friend de Veze...
She was introducing us with an engaging smile, with the best of her "hostess" manners.
The ape and I shook hands in very dignified and composed greetings.
--- Kao is one of my favorites, I tell him everything in confidence, the countess told me. He is invaluable. Don't be mistaken, he is a real gentleman, a he-man! I declare he can't be match in the quest of virgins to maintain my supply of young girls... Kao! Look, my friend's prick needs your intervention.
The ape squatted in the exact place where the countess had kneeled before me and, with one gulp, swallowed all of my prick up to the balls in his cavernous mouth. Why, even I, who had just been acquainted with the rascal, I could not think of its mouths but of his mouth; indeed, Kao was a peculiar chap. Now he was staring at me with his little investigating and vicious eyes, and he squinted offensively toward my underbelly. For my part, I strove to look at the countess calmly. She told me:
--- Kao is endowed with the most divine jaws. I could not dream of using any other kind of kitchen-scissors...
She was smiling ironically and I resolved upon grinning back with the same amused look; then I leaned over the beast:
--- Hurry up, Kao! Quicker! and don't leave the balls out.
I began to stroke his lips and chin with my right hand and, suddenly, I opened its mouth and swiftly slipped in the whole of my fucking- apparatus, including the balls. The brute remained perfectly unmoved and only quickened his suction.
--- His saliva can't really match yours, my dear lady, but his tongue is almost as skilled as the one of your dogs. Wouldn't you like to set his prick going?
I was utterly astonished because, at once, Mona squatted beside the beast and started to unsheathe his member:
--- His prick exceeds all ranking sizes, she said.
Her hand squeezed the thing strongly and began a to and fro motion. Immediately the big ape made me partake of his pleasure by increasing the power of his pumplike suction. I dare say the spectacle was suggestive enough.
--- I should narrate you the story of his life, but it would take hours. I bought him while travelling in South Africa. He belonged to the manager of a circus who was on the verge of getting rid of him the hard way because dear Kao had formed quite a habit of jumping in the ring during the riders' numbers and to rape the racing mounted girls. The assistance did quite enjoy the performance, but the papers started a campaign about this "vulgar spectacle fit for negroes" and the so-called ignominy of it. Police was on the verge of taking the thing in hand and the manager had not the heart to kill such a beautiful beast, which, by the way, he had bought for a nice sum. That's where I come into the picture- in fact the indignant papers had advertised Kao's achievements quite widely- and I offered a high enough price so as to be delivered Kao at once- and no questions asked. Very quickly Kao came to like me and, in order to make him forget his captive years, I took him on a vacation in the still virgin lands of Center- Africa. I owe it to the truth that, at this time, I too wanted to make a dark-flesh cure, and that nobody could vie with Kao when it came to snatching a girl: my boat was amply supplied with dark girls in a few days without us being suspected in any respect; the nearer they came to the truth was when they began to spread the tale of a new King-Kong, god of the jungle and greatly interested in the capture of maidens- now it has become a standing legenda in that area. Kao never tried to flee from me though he is entirely free to go anywhere he chooses to; but he is never far from my side, and he is the best of a body-guard for me...
The beast seemed to understand her narrative and to enjoy it very much. His eagerness would even have succeeded in draining my semen out all to quickly, but I was too much engrossed in the delicious spectacle Mona afforded me, squatting on the floor and directing her efforts on the masturbation of her friendly ape without ever ceasing to talk to me with a comic seriousness. But soon she had to apply her two hands to the task for the prick of the animal increased to utterly extravagant dimensions.
--- You see, my dear, she went on, when a woman has impaled herself on such an instrument, she can't display very much concern for the males who belong to the same species as her, i.e. for the undersized human race. Of course before being fucked by Kao, one needs to submit to a special drilling. Kao is the last stage of fucking... Before Kao, there was nothing; after Kao, there is not anything any more... I use his prick to punish the treacherous ones... the unfaithful... Think about it, if it was to happen to you, that one day... I owe it to the truth that Kao is not very sentimental, I think I saw him in love only twice- counting out, of course, the eternal love he bears me- once, it was with a filly which he brought back from one of his expeditions, though I can't imagine how he achieved his kidnapping. What beautiful sight when he fucked his lover at full speed, his enormous balls dangling against the brim of the distended gash of the filly which kicked and leapt with pleasure. He was holding himself securely on its mane with one hand and, with the other, he beat the animal in order to make it race still faster. He came madly when the filly collapsed on the ground, out of exhaustion, and you should have seen, then, from the devastated lawns in the island, clouds of dust, screams and pleasure swelling and rising up to the skies. All and every in the castle ran to watch the show: women writhed on the ground, with real epileptic fits: they tore their clothes, their hair, clawed at the lips of their sex, went as far as impaling themselves on anything they could lay a hand on. I didn't keep count of how many died from a perforated belly, pierced out womb and bowels, because they had impaled themselves on the vine-stakes. The men could not fuck them quickly enough to keep f)ace with their own frantic rhythm, and they wrenched their sexes out, while the men who had not been able to secure themselves, a woman in time, masturbated themselves until they bled. Sometimes I had my dogs or my snakes loose among the scuffle, and the ensuing pandemonium can't be put into words! You can't imagine those scenes: the island burning red with blood, the trees, the walls, the pebbles white with semen and above the whole inferno a magnificent sun. The sun that lights up the arenas! The sun, the sun... the...
Now Mona was panting, carried away by the flow of vivid remembrances mixed with the efforts she had to exercise to keep her grasp on the gigantic member and to masturbate it at full speed. My balls were aflame:
--- Could not you call for somebody who would finish him of?, I asked to find an issue to the pleasure rising inside me.
She looked at me almost heinously:
--- You are a fool! You will feel your mouth burst out around this prick, when I'll make it swell inside your mouth!
The ape had swallowed the whole of my fucking- apparatus inside his mouth, and had ceased sucking me. He was staring at me with his little round and cruel eyes; his jaws were tightening slowly. A cold sweat began to roll down my spine; Mona burst out laughing, I though everything was over...
--- I had forgotten, dear, she said, that we are friends and that I have entrusted you with some of my powers... I am sorry... This show was not intended for you.
She stood up, then reclined back on her seat and drank her orange juice avidly. The ape was now sucking me again and his prick still jutted out monstrously under his belly.
--You will agree with me, dear Mona, that I'm not virgin enough to be submitted to this kind of emotions, I said, determined to win or loose everything.
--- You must be right... Kao, go away.
The ape leapt on his feet and disappeared swiftly. My prick was still exceedingly stiff and seemed starched with the slobber of the animal.
--- What will you have now, Mona asked: an anus of negro, of Chinese, of Englishman? The English is grainy, the Chinese stickier, but we have here fifteen different vaginas- of course, it will only go for a beginning.
--- My dear, since we are so good friends, I think I'll content myself with your feet...
--- You are not a bad actor, I think I was right about you.
She smiled, but, in a flash, a whip was in her hand a searing pain enfolded me.
--- Thank you, I said, but should not you start?
She hesitated, then she raised her knees upwards and put her heels on my thighs. The soft heels nestled in my groin and I felt, along my prick, the smooth skin of her feet which began to quiver with her expert fondling.
--- Good, I muttered, but I need a wider range. I should say your Mount of Venus would marvelously fit in this background...
--- Why...
--- Of course, you must show me this marvel.
Her feet did not stir, but she strained the muscles in her legs and three times the whip lashed me.
--- Surely you do not require pressing, my dear? Really it would enhance the scene beautifully.
I wanted to convince her at all cost. I wanted to see, to have my own way and to watch, in front of me, the uncovering of the mysteries sealed by her dress. My face had taken on a smiling countenance and I had a charming earnestness, while I gripped the arms of my chair not to throw myself upon her and tear all her clothes. All Tears had vanished. She had wanted me to be her accomplice: she had to give me a token of her good will.
Slowly, slowly, she opened her knees, while her heels did not budge from my groin, and it was as if her dress was torn from top to bottom because it was made of two flaps which slid along her legs. The calves, the knees then the thighs were bared, and, at last, the belly with its triangle of red hairs, curled like angels' wigs. But the closed thighs were still hiding the main point.
--- Aren't you pleased? Your background is all set, isn't it?
--- It's almost perfect, I answered. There is only a valley missing... You can start now.
Her feet gripped my prick and I rocked my haunches somewhat in order to help them. Their velvety skin stuck to the slobber of the ape, and worried my brake. Though the motion warmed up this slobber and soon the machine was working beautifully. The little curled mount rose and fell softly, following the rhythm of our action and I kept hoping that the rubbing of the thighs against each other would succeed in exciting the lips of her slit.
--- Forgive me for pressing you, my dear Mona, but I so wanted that we begin our collaboration at once.
--- It goes without saying, and for my part I did not wanted more than enriching somewhat the spectacle you are affording me. Your torso is too smooth, too brown: a few red stripes are very becoming to your complexion. I think you will understand how I long to add a few more...
She said so and at once the hissing lash enfolded my shoulders. It buzzed unceasingly around my ears, it flashed before my eyes. Its exceedingly supple leather complied instantaneously with the reflexes in her wrist. I strained my will to remain frozen under here yes now fully excited and shining cruelly. The thing lashed my back then folded on itself against my flank and its tip each cracking whip, she managed, with a swift blood dripping in beads.
--- Wouldn't you like a nice criss-cross? she asked me abruptly.
--- If I may have my way I like better the losange pattern. There is always a joker in a good tragedy.
She smiled.
The whip did not relent its rhythm. . Before each cracking whip, she managed, with a swift bending of her arm, to coil the leather lash almost in her palm and with a sudden jerking she made it spring from it with a sinister hissing. I could see the leather uncurling itself in coming toward me, and each time it reached me the tip of it was tinted red with my blood. The pain seemed to coat my torso but slowly blended in an immense sensation of hotness, and my balls blazed while my glan began to jerk spasmodically and to nod in every direction.
Mona's eyes sparkled more and more with excitement. Her feet seemed welded together, enclosing me inside their hollow center, and they pumped my prick with an increasing speed. Her beautiful haunches rippled every time she aimed a blow at me and her taut breasts were succeeding in escaping the tightness of the dress. Matchless beauty of her delicate nipples underlined by an almost violet ring, breathless perfection of all this brown stretch of smooth skin, the valleys and the tapered outlines were boundlessly rising in front of me. Alone her face, though spirited by the terrific beauty of her eyes, remained, if I may say so, dressed, vaguely unattainable, contracted from inside on the still secret proceeding of her pleasure. Now the desire to pierce this mask was beginning to rise in me!
--- Can't you do it quicker, I yelled. You should know how to waggle your thighs and your belly. What's become of your cunt, you slut?
The whip tormented me with a renewed ardor: my insults had landed home but the thighs remained tightly closed even if they were deeply reddening.
--- You'll wear your skin out rubbing it like that.
--- On your knees, you fool, she growled.
At the same instant, the whip writhed on the nape of my neck and in spite of myself I fell forward. My head ran against her kneecaps. Then Mona took her feet off roughly, bruising my prick to which the slobber of the ape glued them. Another lash of the whip almost knocked me senseless and I fell back, with a searing pain in my neck.
--- On your knees, she screamed again. On your knees, you dog, dirty slave, on your knees or I'll kill you.
I thought I felt my scalp ripped away by her blows. I was at her feet, panting with rage and happiness. She stood up and with a large stroke she blazed my back from the top of my spine to the parting of my buttocks, while the leather tip bit my anus. I looked up slowly, taking great pains to caress her legs with my hair, and kissed fervently her round knees, polished like marvellous pebbles.
What a common scene, de Veze, she said. One would think that you have not learnt anything from what you have been able to see this morning. "You let me flog you like an angry mother when we should be bent upon inventing a new love. Why, let's call an end to that ridiculous interlude.
I leap to my feet, this time thoroughly infuriated, and I snatched her whip.
--- Why shouldn't we begin with the beginning? I said, lashing her buttocks three times. Why not run the whole gamut and see once and for all if you know your prologue well enough before saying you can dispense with it. On your knees, clean me after your ape !
She obeyed, and I took a vicious pleasure in shoving the whole of my fucking-implements as far as possible into her mouth, all the while grazing at her back with the leather tongue. Then, and deep inside I was astonished at it, she began to rock her loins, her buttocks were now widely parted, and closed only to open again, while she looked up at me with shining eyes, filled, deep inside, with a wonderful appeal.
--- Come, she cried, reclining on the mossy ground.
Before my fascinated eyes, her thighs opened at last and I saw the widely-gaping lips, her drenched gash flutter open, and the viscous proof of her desire stream on her red curls.' In a flash I was on top of her and my prick plunged into the torrid hotness of her belly the walls of which squeezed me furiously.
--- I'm holding you, at last, she whispered. I wanted you to belong to me, to serve me. I could have you knifed in the back to exhaust at once the best out of your semen and of your sexual potency, but I like it better to make you last longer. You will see the multiple resources this castle can afford you. I want you to know them all. Go on, put it all the way, pierce me, strike your tool back and forth, anything you try you will never innovate as to the process, but the process may last as long as our life. A few additions are only necessary and there is the whole wide world to be scoured for the materials necessary to our discoveries. Pierce me while waiting for me to kill you or to give you a prick twice as big, why, everything can happen... I love you...
Her belly hollowed out its swell under mine. The previous events had already sharpened our desires and our two bodies, wedged together, were racing with the same rush towards the explosion of the final cry. She locked her legs around my waist, my balls slapped her big lips a thousand more times and suddenly a wide swirl of the entire flesh over the skeleton, our semen melted together while she furrowed my back with her nails.
She disengaged herself at once and pressed my mouth against her sex.
--- Now it's your turn to clean me from your ape-slobber.
I began licking it; she stretched her body over mine and took my prick into her mouth. It was stiffening again but she stood up very soon:
--- Enough of it, my dear. I suppose we are now thoroughly acquainted. The next time it will be really for pleasure itself.
--- You are too beautiful!
I know it, but dinner is ready and waiting for us. I do hope that your are going at last to invent somewhat more original things.
She led me across the terrace. The transparent cage of the lift was there again, seemingly by sheer magic. We took place in it and we were carried elsewhere.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I did not understand how this mysterious lift happened to carry us to another flat roof, definitely, where the dinner-table was laid off. Mona pointed a seat for me on her right side and almost at once three women and two men came in and, after bowing to Mona, they sat down.
--- I'll introduce you to each other in turn, my dear countess told me, but a name does not even convey the significance a label may do; I mean a man's or woman's name... So each one will tell you a few things about himself. Now, this is Aldine...
Aldine was dark as death itself. Her long tapered legs met under an exceedingly hairy sex, for it had already become so much of a habit that I have forgotten to say that they were all stark naked. She turned face toward me:
--- I have been here for six months. Six months of happiness at last! Mona anticipates all our desires. It's wonderful! I am twenty-two. My childhood was chiefly on the quiet side, the childhood of every little French-girl brought up in a provincial town by a family of teachers more or less atheists but nonetheless impregnated with all the Jewish-Christian prejudices, which still ensnare our old Europa. The first time I had my periods, I was arranging my books and copybooks in my case before going to school.. I ran my hands along my wet thighs and I saw that they were smeared with blood. I screamed and Mother came quickly. There was a drop of red blood on my sciences book. My mother, seeing that I was truly frightened, laughed heartily and cried out:
--- My Goodness! Now you are a true little woman!... Why, don't be silly, you must understand that it's nature that makes your little warm pussy bleed... It is the lot of all of us.
My mother looked queer. I had never seen her behave like that. She took me to the bathroom and made me sit down on that strange oval thing, where many times I had watched father bathe his feet. She ran the hot water, then the cold water, and washed my belly and my thighs, then, with a somewhat nervous gesture, she opened the lips of my pussy and massaged the inside of them gently. After that she gave me one of those stripes of cloth the use of which I had so often wondered about, and explained to me how to place it. During many years I would go to sleep with my hands on my pussy, whispering to myself :
--- Wound... my wound... I am a wound.
I was fearing that something terrible might happen to me because of this fragile thing gaping between my thighs. I felt I was utterly vulnerable and I spent all my free time scrutinizing my panties for the slightest tell-tale moisture. As soon as I could be alone I would hide myself in a remote corner of the school playground, in the toilets or behind the folding-screen in the drawing room, and there I would tuck up my dress, pull my panties down slowly and scan them for any possible forerunning of my periods. If there was none, I fondled my pubic hairs, and my exploring fingers came little by little to the brim of the little warm hole from which the hot liquid could spring forth.
Very quickly, with the passing of the months I felt my body was somehow inhabited. This things, between my thighs, was coming into life more and more every day. At first, it could be compared to a very tender bird, now it was growing wings and it fluttered, fluttered and pushed its little fleshy beak forward to meet my fingers deliciously... but these delights filled me with terror because I could not understand then that I was built so that I enjoyed this wound and on the contrary I inclined to think that the wound was widening and delighted itself in the process of devouring me with its monstrous growth. My menstruations then seemed to me the disgusting vomit of some kind of an internal feast with me as the main course, with all my poor belly as a favorite dish.
Now I proceeded like a prey walking to an unutterable cavalry and the little fleshy beak worked over me so effectively that often, unable to resist its calling, my hand was ceaselessly drawn to it and allowed it to peck at its fingers, and grasped it vainly, shaked it with a rage which, suddenly, kindled in my whole belly a moaning and death-like pleasure. When I was seventeen I had to go to work, Because the painful struggle I was engaged in with my wound had prevented me from getting diplomas, and the rhythm of my whole life was perturbed. Indeed, how could I feed the greedy little beak in front of all those girls and men who shared the office with me. I could always run from time to time to the toilets, in the most extreme cases of hunger, but I could not repeat it too often because my companions would have made fun of me.
On the days when I could not check myself any longer, I would retire to the disgusting hiding-place. There I sat upon the seat of the toilets, I tucked up my dress and my slip and, letting my panties fall down to my knees, I bowed as much as possible in order to be very close to my slit. With my left hand I swiftly grasped my curled mount of Venus and, with fixed eyes, moist lips, I remained for a time tense with excitement, watching the erection of the beak which as last pointed its tip out of my intimate flesh. Then I coated my forefinger with saliva and the tiny tool started a to and fro motion inside my reddened hole... When, writhing with pain' or pleasure I reclined back, I enjoyed in the same time the horror of the punishment and the pleasure I felt for giving shape to it.
The deprivation my working-hours imposed upon me inclined me, I don't know why, to resort to the movie-theaters, and I formed quite a habit, after office hours, to enter one of those large houses, on the boulevards, which at this time of the day are usually almost empty. The immense room Communicated to me a queer sensation of being free and comfortable. I would select a remote seat, at the bottom of the orchestra rows, and while giant pictures danced on the screen, evoking for me singular monsters with menacing beaks and claws, I uncovered my own little beak and massaged it ardently. The sparse light dispensed by the projection cabin glinted on my thighs, the whiteness of which was enhanced by black garters, and shot little rays of silver between my fingers which wrestled endlessly with the edges of my wound. One evening, I was on the verge of moaning when a tall redhead walked by me and noticed my unequivocal posture. I pulled my clothes back regretfully, but the stranger came and chose the seat next to mine. I was reclining on the back of my seat, almost fainting, and so much infuriated that I passed out somehow. When I came back to consciousness, I had the atrocious feeling that my little pussy was living and palpitating in spite of my will. It was a dreadful nightmare, as if the apocalyptic monsters which peopled the screen a while ago had deserted it to come and take part in the struggle my little beak led against me. I opened my eyes wide and I caught the horrid woman's glance, hardly a few inches from my face. I tried to scream but I was fascinated and petrified. The stranger's lips opened, disclosing the whiteness of vampire teeth and this mouth suddenly fastened itself on my belly, nibbled at my thighs, gripped my beak in a sucking kiss. I felt the tongue exploring me, lavishing on my beak caresses a hundred times greedier than the ones my fingers used to excite myself with. The redhead was panting heavily and whispered:
---Darling... Darling... Come... it's so good... come... come, my love...
I was enraptured, carried away from my wound and from my own self. I had just met the other but I was not yet aware of it. And this atrocious ghoul was not frightening me any more, but was sucking me up... sucking me, I don't know how... above... and farther in front of me, like the Virgin Mary in the dreams of my childhood. I grated my teeth, saliva ran from the corners of my mouth though I kept it tightly clenched. I abandoned myself with a hoarse and atrocious moaning...
Truly, my childhood remained for ever in the plush of this movie seat, and from this day on, never again did my hand went forth, ready to be sacrificed to the greedy beak. I realized vaguely that it was no longer worth while, nor even satisfying enough. Now the sacrifice required an intercessor...
Of course I had not yet any notion of what man was; I owe it to the truth that I did not even imagine what could be exactly the relations between man and woman. Well, then one day when I was marketing, a dark man strolled up to me and, smiling, whispered abruptly:
--- Why, my white dove, you and I we could lay nice eggs. What do you say about a trial run?
I fled blindly, frightened by his insulting words which I vaguely guessed were in connection with my wound. My pursuer chased me quietly, methodically, without attracting attention. My mouth was dry, my cheeks burnt, I crossed squares, streets, risking my life in front of the racing cars. I didn't even dare to look back lest the people in the streets might think that I was conniving with the men. At last, I came in front of a church, and I ran into it, on an age-old instinctive impulse, as if I was entering the supreme shelter.
Never before had I visited a church. A cool shadow welcomed me and closed around, me its solace and its quiet untroubled atmosphere. The wideness of the nave enfolded me, a delicate wideness which wrapped my shoulders and even my wound in a coat of unbelievable softness. Everywhere, on the walls, shadows projected their forms, vestals of this indescribable place. The emotion of old lonelinesses stirred me up and I walked up to the Holy of Holies, almost naked under my light dress, and conscious of it. In the august presence of God all my fears were going to yield ant to be dissipated. A dream of incense permeated me.
I walked with precaution, so that the clacking of my heels did not shatter the silence and the plain-chant of my soul. The bloody limbs dangling from the gallows in the frescoes; the menstrual stigmata which soiled the clothes around the loins of the martyrs; the fixed stare of the exalted virgins and the cavalry stations of Christ, whose wounds bleeded like mine, all this threw me in ecstasy, This high spirited field reconciled me with my inner self, with the sublimity of this impossible-to-be-put-into-words thing which I carried deep inside.
In the wan light diffused by a stained-glass window, the Virgin leaned toward me and I humiliated myself before her. Poor sinner, I was on the verge of revelation and my thin hands, held back to back, slipped between my thighs, with the hissing sound of rustled silk stockings, struggling and playing with my overwhelming desire, they proceeded little by little and my hairs were glued with warm liquor. When my hands, my holy hands, fondled my pussy, I growled pridefully, as if I had just won a kind of a victory. I felt my slit against my hands, wide-open and thick-lipped, hairy and greedy. The narrow strip of my panties moistened and tender drops dripped, rolled down along my thighs.
A muffled voice, seemingly springing out of the darkness and of the coolness which sheltered me, reached my ears:
--- Christ be with you, my dear child! In happiness and in sorrow, your Saviour never fails you.
A heavily-built priest, with a blotchy face, was standing in front of me, just out of the choir. His shiningly-starched surplice robed his square shouldered stature with a pure whiteness, and his blue eyes shone under bushy eyebrows.
--- It feels good to be in the house of Charity, I answered.
--- He is Love and Solace, my child.
--- Yes, father!
--- He does assume the weight of all our sins, the priest said, and he grasped my hands.
--- I don't belong to the church of Christ.
--- In His name, I do welcome you here.
--- I'm not worthy of Him.
--- Christ is a loving God and He purifies our souls of filth and never ceases loving us.
--- I have never loved, I have never been loved!
--- He will lead you toward love. He has already elected you.
--- Could it be?... Why, perhaps did He wound me, did He, father?
--- His grace heals all wounds and all wounds are but the signs of His Divine ways.
--- Then, father, I know that love calls for me.
--- I am convinced of it, my child.
--- But, what I have got to do, father, please tell me, show me the way...
--- Come... and your sins will be redeemed.
The priest took me in a remote corner and made me kneel in a dark little booth which he obscured still more by letting a heavy cloth down in front of its open side. Various noises informed me that he had entered the twin booth where he sat or knelt, I could but faintly discern him in the surrounding darkness. Suddenly I felt him closer to me and I noticed that he had just opened the window of the confessional and was looking at me through its grilled frame. I scrutinized his face with a strange feeling of hope and emotional turmoil. His gasping breath in itself made me trust him because it was a human and pitiful ailing.
--- My child, before starting a new life, do you feel that you must confess all your sins to the minister of God?
--- I do, father, I told him. I am fervently willing. But... father... you have got to help me...
--- You must answer truly and humbly. I shall ask you questions.
--- Yes, father!
--- Do the thorns of fleshy desire torment your body?
--- They do, father, night and day. Night and day the claws and the beak tear at my body. I live in degradation...
--- Did you ever have sexual intercourse with a man?
--- Never, father!
--- Did you have intercourse in any other fashion?
--- I do not understand, father. I have always led a lonely life. I suffered like a woman abandoned to herself, like a wounded woman... oh! father, how badly hurt... The wound... the wound... the flaming beak pecking at my flesh... and the never healed wound !The blood! The blood, father... The burning belly and the beak which craves for my fingers. The hunger of the monsters inside me, and the feast celebrated inside me... My own feasting on myself... Though, once... In a movie theater... a woman... a woman... I shall never be able to recall my shame! A woman and my beak in her mouth... My sweat in her mouth, my fears and my pleasure in her mouth... Father, my belly against her gaping mouth...
--- What did she do to you?
--- She feeled me !
--- How?
--- With her hands, with her mouth...
--- The poor stray soul!
--- She was only doing what I wish I am able to do to myself when my wound opens its edges and is aflame... but it was disgusting anyway!
--- I don't understand what you mean, my child. What wound are you talking about?
--- My pussy, I whispered. My pussy... Mother... mother called it my little pussy.
In the narrow cubicle, I stood on my feet and tears streamed all over my face while once again my hands were going down to the dreadful beak. I arched my back, bucked up my haunches sending my belly forward, almost at the lattice level, and with feverish hands I bared my wound and exposed it to the shining eyes of the minister of God. I wanted to make him witness my distress, to show him the whole seriousness of my deep wound, now that at last I could trust somebody and I could believe, yes, believe with all my soul in his intercession.
--- My dear child, the priest whispered.
--- My taut body shrilled as if it was on the verge of bursting out and I did not realize in the least what could be the possible issue of my queer exaltation. Then I heard a noise, coming from the .her side of the partition. It was the noise of rustled cloth and the hissing sound of nails against the starched garment. With his big red fingers, the priest was fumbling to unbutton his robe. His awkwardness, the beads of sweat which dripped from his scalp, his short and hoarse breath, all these too human troubles made me think of a pain somehow similar to mine.
--- Why, father, you too have your wound. I would not be the only one?
--- Yes, my child... I do too, but for your redemption...
--- How, father?
--- Christ assumed all the sins of mankind, His servants, the priests, must follow on His trace and act as he did At last the rustling material had given way and the cloth was gaping. The priest put his back against the partition behind him and, when he separated his huge hands, there sprang at me, out of the darkness, a kind of white and red fleshy bow. The extraordinary weapon remained straining exactly under my eyes for curiosity had made me bow my head so as to be closer to it. I looked at the thing across the grilled hole. Its pointed head seemed looking back at me. I felt like if I had been given a role in an exorcizing ceremony, and I thought that it was the magic wand. The priest's hand shot back and communicated quick see-saw motions to the strong and supple stalk which, on the other extremity, took roots amid an arid bushy area.
--- My Goodness, I exclaimed... Christ, it's beautiful !
Now, my confessor had grasped the thing tightly. Instinctively, though I was not able to make any kind of comparison between this spectacle and my own vicious practices, I began to pant and to follow the priest's lead in the racing toward annihilation and pleasure. I pawed my crotch, I clawed at my intimate flesh, I shot my hands blindly, my hair, liberated by my own agitation steamed all over my face, I ripped every garment open with fury, and threw myself soul and body in the savage rhythm my partner had taken on. In a masterful display of self-control, sometimes he let go of its member which vibrated on the verge of volupty. I tried painfully to do likewise though I was very happy to extend the passionate waiting. In spite of my innocence I felt that the end was coming and, bruising my knees against the unpolished wooden surface, I almost squatted while my thighs and my belly, drenched with my liquor, quivered deliciously. My face was pushed close to the grill-work and I could gaze at the enormous branch, reddening more and more with every passing second with the squeezings of the swift hand. Two dark fruit dangled amid the thick bush and fascinated me. Suddenly, the minister of God roared loudly and my face was inundated with the creamy sprout of his. Chrism of fire and forgiveness, I, the virgin whom grace had hit and put in a swoon.
--- God's blood has been shed for you, my child.
--- God the Almighty be blessed, I exclaimed.
--- Amen.
For a long time did my eyelids, sealed by love, remained shut before my eyes, and I was blind to the faint light dispensed by the church windows, but every pore of my flaming skin was avidly drinking an indescribable sweetness which, from my face, communicated itself to my limbs and my belly and regenerated them while it gave birth, inside me, to new ardors. My soul was praying fervidly:
--- 0, God! I whispered, how could I ever forget the Goodness with which You have inundated me? You sprinkled me with Your blood and fed me with Your honey. I aspire to a life where I would remain in Your shadow, like a tender doe, playing freely in the shelter of Your upright thing, reaching to the skies. By the virtue of Your minister who, exercising his ministry, deigned to lead me on the tumultuous road of the divine voluptuous nesses I opened myself to the perception of Your presence. May you never forsake me, 0 my God, I entreat You very humbly, with all the fervor of my youth and the ardor I'll put in action in order of complying with Your Law. I worship You, I belong to You and I want You. Every atom in my body belongs to You, especially this blessed wound which your blazing nail delineated in the very center of my flesh for my sacrifice and my redemption.
The priest took me out of the cell where I had just been relieved of my sin and I stood with him in the semi-darkness of the church. He walked me up to the altar of the Virgin and forced me to kneel down in front of it:
--- Now, my child, some part of the holy mystery has just been revealed to you. The other part will come in due time. You must pray... you must ask for your soul that forever it exhales only divine perfumes, and pray for the Virgin to assist me in my ministry and to inspire me.
He drew the sign of the cross over my face and, when he thought that my invocation had lasted long enough, be told me :
--- You have got to come with me up to the Holy chapel where a new blessing will be granted you.
--- I trust you, father, as my Savior's vicar.
He led me to a small narrow and low door, which I learned later was giving access to the steeple, and we began climbing a stony stairway the coils of which were from time to time flooded with the light which came across narrow loopholes, dissipating for a while the surrounding darkness.
I don't know how' long our ascension lasted, rhythmed by the priest's hoarse breath. We reached a landing where we edged to a passageway at the end of which stood another low door, reinforced with wrought-iron, in front of which my companion paused. He pulled a huge key out of the depths of his cassock pockets and opened the door.
The room into which I was then led was round and vault ceilinged. High oval windows diffused but a dim light though we were high enough for, at this time of the day, expecting a brightest light. In a corner of the room stood a folding-screen and, under a huge dark-wood emaciated crucifix, rose a bed, covered with white fur. Curiously enough, in the exact center of this bedspread, there was a large representation of the Holy Face, and it was staring straight at me.
--- We are now in the holy of Holies, my confessor told me. Here your Saviour will grant you His revelation.
He came two me and his hands stroke my head lightly before drawing over me the sign of grace.
--- Now, my child, I must be a man, I must be as human as possible so as to be in a position where I may reenact with you the Holy mystery of Incarnation.
He said so and, grasping my waist roughly, he clasped me to him, all the while lavishing kisses on my face and tousling my hair. I felt his palpitating belly against mine and the divine thing grew taut under his cassock. Then, I don't know why, I grew panicky.
--- Father, I screamed, Father... we must not...
--- Why!... Your Saviour has chosen you and you dare reject Him?
--- I know it, I yelled, you want to wound my poor little pussy again.
--- Pain is the only redemption, my child.
--- Shit to pain, I long for the joy you promised me and not for the pain...
--- You blasphemous stubborn heathen! You blasphemed and you will be punished for your sin!
He rushed and grasped a big fluffy feather- duster that happened to be laying in this Holy sanctuary for no particularly evident reason. It was a beautiful one, the clump of many-colored feathers looked like a bunch at the end of the supple wand.
This weapon hissed in the air and crashed against my face. At first I thought that my chastisement was part of a new game for the softness of the feathers pleased me very much, but I was quickly acquainted with the sharpness of the wand which was soon lashing my body all over. The room looked like an arena where would have taken place a parrots fight, yellow, red, green and blue feathers flew up to ceiling while red weals appeared after every blow of the wand, on my calves, my thighs, my belly and my tits. My underwear was torn to shreds and, instead on my belly and ripped open what the blows of the wand had missed. The rubber bands snapped, beads of blood dotted my skin and I was beside myself with feeling every inch of my stigmatized skin.
On my ivory cheeks two furrows traced their way from my temples down to the corners of my skin, branding me with the blueish scars of the slaves. The waist of my skirt was rent, the priest tugged at it and at last bared totally my legs and belly which now quivered with pangs of an indescribable pleasure. Again the wand flayed with a renewed ardor the whole area defenceless flesh while the last feathers flew about the room.
With my face aflame, moaning, hissing, blubbering, I threw myself at the feet of the minister of God and yelled:
--- Yes, Lord, I am Your slave and each one of Your blows prompt me to atone for my sins... Come, You can do anything You please with me I only want to lie again inundated with your divine grace.
The priest pulled me roughly to my feet, transfigured with inspiration and stripped me of what was still remaining of my clothes. A precisely aimed blow of the wand ripped a tuft of my public hairs and I bent my legs with the acuteness of the sudden pain. My thighs opened widely and a ball of fire rolled down my throat. I heard a kind of an admirative gasp when my body was cleft apart, and a blow made me fall on the bed.
My pussy was oozing juice on the white fur and the priest remained watching me. His darting eyes spied on all my gestures.
Suddenly his hands ran along the row of buttons which held his cassock shut and the latter opened on the white eminence of his shorts, where the divine bludgeon bulged out. The shorts and the cassocks fell to the ground together and my confessor walked toward me, chalky-white in his terrific nakedness.
--- Oh! God, I whispered.
The stature of the priest towered over me. His enormous thing stretched out toward me and slowly rocked its tip sidewise.
--- Take your chalice near the Holy Face and your God will give you the welcoming kiss, the priest commanded me.
I did like I was ordered, squatting on my heels and supporting my body on my hands. The touch of the silk sent an appeasing coolness across my big lips and my hairs rustled somewhat on the material. When I raised my body, the face of God was now adorned with a second halo, the trace of my lowest mouth impressed around His divine lips.
Then the priest leapt on the bed and his member slapped against my belly. He stood over me with a foot on each side of my upturned face, wedging my head, tackling it to the fur. Its thing was jutting out immediately over me and I could appraise fully the round magnitude of the heavy lags which dangled under it. I was beside myself with pleasure and terror. Slowly, slowly, he squatted over my face, his opened buttock cheeks came to stifle me and, like two enormous figs, his balls- later I have learnt that they are thus named- spread on each side of my nose. Te odor acted on me like an insult: I clawed everywhere al the same instant: his loins, his thighs and even his thing.
At what exact second and spurred by what impulse did I began to lick the whole apparatus which dangled over my face, I can't recall it! I know for sure that first, I screamed:
--- I am your slave!
I am sure I yelled these words with a real greediness before starting to suck those delicious figs of which the pungent smell of sweat mixed with an unknown flavor intoxicated me. Then his motions fell into rhythm with mine, or may be was it the reverse process, and I felt a furious passion surge in myself for every pore of his skin, as if they distilled a kind of subtle philter. Besides he was working over me with his entire body and his mouth came to close tightly over my beak like this other mouth, long ago, in a dark movie-theater. At the same instant, his thing whipped my lace and I was panting but I felt an impulse to grab it between my own lips.
The thing penetrated down as far as my throat and I squeezed it in the vice-like grip of my teeth. It began to vibrate, to flutter, swelling still more and all this excited my tongue which began a whirling motion around the fleshy mast the intoxicating taste of which I was suddenly discovering and was still deepening the essence of its flavor. In the same time I could feel on my wound the priest's mouth and his tongue probed it, incised it. and he whispered in the intervals between two gulps:
--- Go on, my child, suck my good prick! The Lord sent it to you for your atonement... Go on and split your body from top to bottom... Open your feast for me... Fold back the petals of your wound, let me disclose your depths... Your slit is nothing but the instrument of God's will and your skin stretches on your round buttocks so that a new revelation may be sounded on it...
Let your twin lips swell artfully under my tongue, hallucinating fins of the shoals of love... And learn how to use them... Squeeze them when I dart my tongue... tighten them around my nose... flutter... flutter for the kiss nearing them... and suck it... and pour its dew-drops on it... or its pearl... O oviparous oyster of the sea of love- precious spitter... holy sluice from which the very idea of spring and of Youth issues... pure bitch... pure Godly bitch... love me and suck, suck again, and quicker... your tongue must be unlashed and flaming around me like the sirocco in the old desert... kindle, o beautiful... and swallow and call aloud and swing and frig and love and resuc and-recall and he mine mine mine from splash to splash... your spittle and my spittle are the Chrism of redemption... before the fow of grace and the divine communion...
Each words made me burn more along with the pumping suction drawing me up in the intervals of silence between his sentences. My belly boiled and his thing was still increasing in size against my palate and my throat. I was hungry, oh so hungry for grace!
The searing sensation burned my belly still more, it was a blazing fire which travelled up in all my nerves. The minister of God had just slipped his forefinger in my ass-hole.
How shall I ever describe this sensation of fall and of redemption. The sensation of a vertical abyss and however the aspiration to the glory of Heaven and to the plenary grace. Suddenly the deluge flooded my mouth, almost while happiness oozed out of my belly. All this thick cream filled my mouth, almost clogged my throat before the slow and delicious swallowing of the liquor. The priest took his thing out and we were now squatting face to race, and I was licking my lips where a few filaments of the divine liquor were still dangling.
--- I love you, I said... O God!
I was on the verge of throwing myself to his feet to render him homage and, through him, to humiliate myself before the Creator of all things, but my bowed head met the holy prick and my greedy lips could not help themselves to taste them some more. However the thing was somewhat flaccid but I did not have time enough to wonder at its transformation for no sooner was it in my mouth that it recovered all its usual stiffness.
--- God, my child! whispered the holy priest. Good.
And raising my enraptured eyes toward him, I cried fervently:
--- Thank you, my Lord, you appeased me...
--- It was amounting almost to nothing, my child... A mere offertory to the Mass of Love, but we are now nearing the moment of communion...
My eyes conveyed a mute interrogation:
--- My child, the whole of grace has not yet penetrated your body; your wound has still got to meet the lance of God... You must be opened and plugged, emptied and filled, pierced and stuffed...
--- Is that so?
--- Your innocence answers for you... Your redeeming will be total!
--- Could it be sot that there is still a new happiness to be fell?
--- An immense one, dear child!
He pushed me on my back and I saw his divine plug jutting out above my belly. With his bent knee he forced my legs apart until my thighs were wide-open.
I was standing on my elbows so as not to loose anything of the spectacle, Now his prick darted toward my wound and I looked with anguish to the rushing motion that his loins were about to assault me with. Suddenly I was nothing else but a scream, while the thing plunged in my flesh, nailed itself in my belly. The battering ram, adorned with the bronze bells, pierced me with furious and terrific blows, but after the first intolerable pain, an extreme and delicious hotness succeeded, and after the hotness there came an indescribable sensation of pleasure. A surge of hope overcame me. My haunches began to wriggle; my heels and the nape of my neck raised me toward God.
--- My child... my child... the priest mumbled, you must believe in me, the prophet with the red and white weapon... come from toil and rage, come and meet my ritual plug... the swell will support you, the water will solidify under your feet like the one of the lake... we don't need Moses' intervention to cross the Red Sea... our Red Sea belongs to us and my violent thrusts pierce it at will... woman, arched woman, excessive, delicious, ripped open like a broken instrument and endlessly rejuvenated... woman... woman my own for God... I'm making you, myself... I'm creating you, woman... and dance under me, rediscover the divine rhythm which curved universe and originated the eternal rolling course of the stars along the curved roads of the infinite... that your thrusts be the exact answer to mine and let your hairs and mine entangle themselves... our manes intermingled like our sexes... sex, sex, sex, do you hear the scream of the redemption and the purpose of the redemption, the end and the means, the way and the aim... do you hear... damned hole which however will issue the salute and send it toward my flood of grace... do you hear, pure bitch... divine whore with your wide-open legs to bleat your voluptuous cry higher than all the musics of the spheres and of the angels... faster, faster... do you hear the cry reaching from the remote depths... faster, slut ,gutter bitch, mother of God... faster toward your Creator... and be supple, resting on your heels, rocking on your elbows and on your neck, magnificently hung on my divine pole... faster... again...
The rhythm quickened, ceaselessly rose higher, and swept me over, innocent creature, newly awakened to rhythm and chaos capable of electrifying my pleasure and his. We panted together until the final spasm which overwhelmed us, amid my modulated moanings and the syncopated raucous groans of the minister of God.
Thus was I introduced to the other... The intercession was fruitful, not only because it threw me into the bosom of grace but because and especially because my dear confessor entertained secret relations with a paradise the existence and road of which I could never have discovered but for him... This well-advised priest is, in fact, our hostess' chaplain... the countess, Mona! I shall spare you the fastidious relation of my coming here and of the difficulties I encountered before my total freedom... before the total freedom. I have spent but six mouths here, but they it has been long enough sojourn to give me the revelation of my own self, body and soul...
--- And to reveal it to others, Mona, whispered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We remained silent for some time, scrutinizing one another as if this long narration had bared us still more if possible. Mona, her head aslant, was smiling to me, but I did not know what could possibly lay under this smile which, from time to time, seemed somewhat ironic. I was wondering why she was still wearing her dress- better say her chasuble- and noticed that our love making had stained it in many places. I don't recall what scenes these stains may have evoked for me, but I'm of opinion that they reinforced my self-confidence, as if they had been the tangible proof of my power.
--- There is a rule, Mona said, that a feast be held to celebrate the coming of every new adept... What do you think about it?
Everybody nodded his acceptance and I did likewise. Mona, again, turned to me:
--- You must have noticed, dear, that anybody entering the castle either devours or is devoured... It is, why... it is rule number one... Nothing could be more natural anyway: I suppose you know how the so-called law of the jungle must be understood... We do respect this law, here!... We could not eat you... or even have you devoured... so I have made a friend of you...
--- You were splendid on the beach, with that dog, one of the men told me.
--- Why, I exclaimed... Do you mean you actually saw me?
They all burst out laughing.
--- Would you appreciate very much seeing yourself? Mona asked me with a conniving smile.
I could not hide my astonishment and I looked at her with and idiotic bewilderment, and they laughed all the more.
--- Would you really like it, Mona asked me again.
--- Why not?
She motioned and two gigantic negroes rolled in front of us a kind of a television screen.
--- Here too, Aldine whispered, we have got newsreels.
The screen was protected against the too crude daylight by an overhanging upper edge. It lighted suddenly and I watched my own image, landing on the beach. The negro and the dogs walked up to me. My companions' glances went alternatively from the screen to my face. It was beginning to humor me. When the dogs began to work over my prick, I could not help laughing. It was a wonderful sensation to be and to see oneself being. There was between me and... myself a irony, at the same time biting and mild, which multiplied the pleasure the spectacle afforded me.
--- In a good novel, Mona told me, such an exciting scene would make us indulge in a general orgy... But I suppose you must be ravenously hungry, she added, putting her hand on my sex.
Almost at once she took off her hand and, while I was smiling to her in the best of my mundane suavity, a diabolic idea visited me.
--- I dare say this negro is endowed with a beautiful prick, I said, looking back to the screen.
--- And... we are hungry, Mona answered sharply.
The acuteness of her mind beat all.
--- It's almost a pity, she said... I bought this rascal for a nice lump and he was most uncommonly endowed with many worth virtues... But we must do everything to receive you according to your own achievements... Do you all agree for a boiled alive prick? she said, with a circular glance.
They all nodded their agreement. But two or three minutes later my negro was led before us by two others who had him on lash.
It is a custom here that the living animal be shown to the guests so that they may appreciate his qualities... You are free to do so!
My negro was alternatively shown to every one of our group and the women feeled his prick so that it was seen in his full erection. Half a dozen of kisses on the balls and as many strokes of the tongue tipping the glan and the expected modification was not only noticeable but conspicuous. The thing was really a magnificent tool; at least one foot long and a circumference double of the usual one.
--- Of course, the peak of the culinary achievement is to cook the think without deflating it in the least way, Mona warned me.
Two other negroes brought an enormous portable stove supported by a tripod. They took off the lid and one of them connected the long electric wire which serpented under the boiling pot, with a wall-plug.
The boiling-pot was filled with water where floated sundry aromatic herbs, which quickly gave a delicious aroma. The negro eyed all this preparations with astonished and raptured glances for Aldine was still busy massaging his balls and from time to time shoved the enormous prick in her mouth to keep it in shape.
When the water came to a boiling point, the four negroes grasped mine, tied him up like a roast beef and forced a gag in his mouth.
The strange now full of boiling water was lain in front of one of the extremities of the table where Aldine now stretched on her back, with her legs wide apart:
--- You see, Mona told me, if this choice meat can be seared at the exact moment of ejaculation, the spurt of semen remains inside the canal and affords the best of a stuffing... Aldine has got such a sensitive cunt that she will forestall the negro comin by a few seconds- and these few seconds are imperatively required for the success of the operation... at least, we do hope so.
The negro was tied so effectively that he could not budge a finger and the four others carried him to Aldine and plunged his prick in the willing girl's cunt. Then they began to rock my negro back an forth so that he was plunging in and out with the perfectly timed motions of his companions, two of whom held his head and two his feet. He seemed to enjoy this operation immensely and appeared totally unconscious of what would soon follow. His round eyes shone with pleasure.
The extraordinary team worked with a splendid eagerness and the flicking speed was still increasing. Abruptly Aldine crawled out of her captive fucker's reach and the four dark companions brought the tied up game up to the pot in the boiling water of which they swiftly plunged his stiff member. The screams of the victim pierced his gag but the shock must have been so great that after a violent series of jerking spasms, my negro remained motionless, may be senseless. All the spectators and myself had draw near the pot to watch the cooking.
It was a wonderful sight: the long brownish thing plunged amid the big bubbles of the water which reached above the balls and grazed at the belly. Bits of thyme stuck to the skin or entangled themselves in the hairy bush. After a few minutes a very aromatic scum foamed on the surface of this curious soup.
I was standing beside Aldine- in fact I had managed to be near her- and pressed against her to see better, and I felt her palpitating buttock cheeks against my bare belly. I noticed suddenly that Mona had discretely slipped her hand on Aldine s pube and, since my prick was already jerking with excitement, I busied myself with slipping it to her from behind. It slid the whole length of her gash and met Mona's hand.
--- You are perfectly right, the sweet countess whispered to me, our friend must be kept hot for the seasoning.
So I moved to and fro with much good will, in order to back up the efforts of the hand which frigged the clitoris, and I felt the big moist lips stick violently to my prick and squeeze it.
But the boiling seemed now perfected. One of the negroes- the chief, but I did not yet know his qualification- seized a big pair of kitchen- scissors and quickly sectioned the object of our eager greediness.
Then the servants brought out the carcass of my negro while the chief, armed with a skimmer, retrieved our choice food and set it on a large plate. The presentation of this boiled alive prick was welcomed with a general enthusiasm and exclamations of utterless admiration rose, while the plate was circulated from hand to hand, thus satisfying fully our noses and- why not- our esthetical judgment.
--- You see, Mona told me, while I was staring at it, you can notice here the large vein of semen hardened by the sudden passage to the boiling water...
She took her fork and moved the balls a little aside so that I was able to examine the surface of the cross-section. Truly the canal was full of semen.
--- You are going to taste it, she explained to me, it melts in the mouth like... brains or caramel!... But we must ask Aldine to add the final seasoning.
Aldine climbed on the table, lied on it, raised her knees, opened her legs wide, revealing her hairy gash the lips of which she spread with her hands.
--- Now, my dear, you will have the honour of adding the final touch to the preparation, Mona commanded me while handing me the plate.
Impulsively I seized the enormous smooth prick, truly well-done and engaging, and I swiftly plunged it into Aldine's cunt.
The girl shivered with joy when she felt the huge piece engulfed in her cunt, while I pushed forcibly to make it go in all the way. All the spectators had risen to their feet and stood around us.
--- Go on, make it spanny, they instructed me, thrust the thing back and forth, faster faster...
The cunt was moistening around the instrument which I had grasped with both hands and the pumping motion was easier and easier. With each of my thrusts, the pussy puckered its ring and palpitated in an intense sucking effort. Soon the haunches heaved to meet my large bludgeon and wriggled most lasciviously. Now the cunt was covered with a white foamy cream but I took great pains to maneuver my prick skilfully-- Dear Jan (In fact she pronounced it Yan), now it's your turn to narrate your life story to our friend. I dare say that it will be the best illustration for the meal we are now enjoying.
Jan, his lips shining with Aldine's liquor, which coated our dish, began at once:
--- You may have heard about my father or about his dynasty- in fact you must have heard about them: you find their name in every chapter of our country history; anyway, it is of no interest in my actual story. I was brought in one of our Carpathian castles. It was a magnificent country and a sumptuous castle the walls of which vied with the surrounding mountains in height and soundness. There, of course, the whole population of the area belonged to us, the way Mona's negroes are hers bod'" and soul, and there was an age-old custom which ruled that every birth of a male child, in our family, female child, in our family, be celebrated with a feast the main course of which was cooked peasant's children. The peasants always complied with this custom with the sentiment that a great honor was bestowed upon them would their child happen to be chosen, but, alas, this custom is now judged barbarous and my folks do uphold it reluctantly though they still feel that it warrants the superiority of their race. As to me, I had only a younger brother so I could partake but once of this particular feast, but I dare say this unique occasion was to decide of my whole destiny. I was twelve. When they passed me the piece that I was entitled to, a modestly disfigured morsel- I mean that it was cut and seasoned so as to look like any other piece of meat- I asked for a second helping with an innocent insistency which utterly frightened my table companions. I owe to the truth that I was not yet acquainted with the particularities of this feast the elements of which I was only to learn about later, that these elements were carefully altered- pardon me for stressing this point but I want to point out how hypocrisy does conquer even rites which, by their age-old tradition, might defy the Jewish-Christian complexes... I was given a second piece but I could not have any more after that because they were becoming more and more parsimonious about peasant's flesh in spite of the exceedingly rare recurrences of such festive meals. For days I could not keep my mind off the idea of white flesh. I dreamed about it, tenderly covered with a wonderfully smooth and delicate skin and so tender... I dreamed of it, dainty and savory food, cooked medium rare, but I could not form any other representation but that of the... precise piece, I never imagined the animal as a whole so that many years passed before my understanding exactly what was the nature of my desire. Moreover, this desire would fade during long stretches of time and would come back either in my dreams or during the long insomniac nights of my college years.
The plate was coming back to me and I swiftly snapped a big piece of the divine sausage, even stealing a little of the next guest's share of sauce with a skilful stroke of the tongue. Why, they had chosen me as the guest of honor, it entitled me to some little privileges. Jan went on: My wealth had afforded me the satisfaction of all my appetites: I had tasted all and every kind of game that may be find all over the world, I knew the savour of all the tame and domesticated animals, but I had not yet met again the wonderful taste which come back to me during my dreams. Of course I had asked my folks if I could not be served a dish of the same flesh as had been cooked for my brother's baptism but either they had avoided answering me neatly or given me a fake-roast, telling me it was the same flesh when I could plainly see that it was no more than roasted chicken or fowl. At first, I could not understand that they were cheating me or trying to evade my direct questioning, and I ascribed my deception to the unreal beauty of my dreams. But, one day, however, the revelation was afforded to me, quite unexpectedly... I was sixteen and, back from the college, I was spending my Summer vacations in the castle where I have lived a happy childhood. I was not yet very preoccupied with sexual needs and my excursions, horse riding and the ensuing exhaustion balanced more precise desires. Moreover, I had been taught that it does suit a gentleman no to succumb to carnal pleasure or that one could always satisfy oneself with making violent love to any peasant girl met in a remote place and as soon forgotten...
I don't still know why I had not yet made forcible love to a farm-girl for my folks may have been reserved about the "cooking-right", nevertheless they were quite inclined to consider the "cooing-right" as the only proper way to inspire their peasants with a salutary respect for their gentlemanly achievements. Anyway it was a warm August-night, at the time of the evening when the mountains irradiate all the hotness of the day they basked in and perfume the whole country with the sent of their wild plants- and I was very close to a young peasant girl who lived in the near-by town. Darkness had invaded the room and I had waved away her offer to light a candle because I was very young indeed and I bullied her so as to hide my own inexpertness. Unacquainted as I was with the usual preliminaries, I had brutally grasped her cunt and her clothes had been torn to shreds with the ardor of my eagerness. I satisfied myself twice the way young dogs have their first fucks, and vaguely appeased, and now in earnest I resolved upon investigating fully the different parts of woman's body in order to get better acquainted with this new source of pleasure. As I have said before, our first bouts had let her stark naked though I had not voluntarily undressed her, and her shapely body was delineated softly on the semi-darkness. I put my ear to her heart and listened to its pounding, and I smelled her all over, savouring our mixed scents, a new experience for me but not very different from the perfume of the country after a storm. I was on the verge of savouring fully happiness, for the first time. Suddenly... the moon rose in the sky and its gleaming light reached our window... A moonbeam shot across my beloved's shoulder and before realizing it, my teeth were biting this precise place... The girl howled endlessly in the night, but the piece of bloody flesh which I munched topped all other delights. In my rapture I did not notice her flight but I burst in a frantic rage when I found out she had escaped, for my old hunger was far from being appeased... My folks did their best to hush up this affair and sent me out of the country as quickly as possible. I still imagine that they wanted to have me shut up in a fashionable mental clinic, but the war came and I enlisted in the splendid S.S. Corps. I have been a warden in Dachau Camp, I belonged to the starmtroops which attacked Stalingrad, I ate my fill of conquered flesh and my black eagle and sinister skull flew high above the whole of Europa... Peace came, and I went back to the Carpathian mountains and the peasants were so much in awe of the ancestral spells attached to our castles that they dared not rouse me out of it. I busied myself with liquidating my immense estates so as to dispose of a more... manageable fortune. I went to Paris. You can find, in this town, many old cults which are still held in deep catacombs, but it gets more and more difficult to partake of the celebration of human sacrifices. Of course no affiliation could be denied me since a nobleman is always welcome in such a venture, but one could taste so little white flesh!... I secluded myself in a castle in Touraine and secured the services of a gang which specialised in the white slave traffic, but they would ship me anything... So I resolved to enlist in the Foreign Legion. Immediately dispatched in Indochina, I was granted the opportunity of tasting extensively the flesh of Asiatic women. We would make a surprise attack on a village, brandishing daggers: what a mess... we severed heads, limbs, belly, we ate foetus still in the wombs: it was war, free-for-all war, the most divine slaughter, the forever-open hunting, but, alas! it lasted but a few years. We had let immense piles of dead bodies and the piles crumbled to the ground, driving us off to the sea... Then it was Algeria's turn... I had a stronger inclination for their flesh for the women's over there is white and fat, and still the better when it happens to be slightly tinted with a delicious brownish hue... Here it was possible to refine still more in the usual process. Can you imagine the savour of flesh bitten straight out of the woman's body, palpitating under tortures!... It was divine. I don t recall a single general who, when I had shown him how to taste it at its best, could do without later. Wonderful! And it happened last May. My lucky star saw to it... and I met Mona... I shall not narrate you what circumstances presided to our acquaintance, but you may guess that her object and mine were the same: a slave market, our favorite meat. We chatted for a while, exchanged ideas, compared our respective tastes and found that they were similar. We planned new feasts too, with plenty of human flesh and exciting entertainments. I asked for a temporary discharge... and here I am!
--- Anecdotes... anecdotes, Aldine crier.
--- The anecdotal, I answered, that's what our world is ailing from... Stories, everybody wants to hear stories when the teaching alone is of interest... The meaning... the attraction of the meaning.
--- You know, Jan told me, we are only in the very first part of the bend. Novels swarm and we fly from one novel to another when all stories are equally interesting in our talent-infested era, and that alone is nothing... No more stories, of course... but the world is not mature enough... not mature... neither for the marrow nor even for the bone.
We finished dividing equally the balls between all of us and I kept the morsel in my mouth where it dissolved with a delicious slowness. This hord- d'oeuvre was definitely unsurpassable.
CHAPTER NINE
Far from appeasing my hunger, this prelude had rather sharpened it and I was waiting eagerly for the next course. I must have been somewhat agitated and could not control my impatience, thus attracting Mona's and the others' attention, and all of them were now eying me ironically.
--- I suppose, Mona told me, that the wide scope of your tastes leads you, now, to wish for a new kind of delicacy, but you must have been taught that excesses are the adversaries of pleasure... Quantity has always been the inverse function of quality... I know it is obvious... But here we are very fond of conversation and vividness of representations... At the bottom, to excite sexually the brains by stimulating the imagination, is sometimes stronger than working directly over the sex... Of course, the good novels think that they have solved all problems only by making their protagonists screw oftener and oftener, but it reveals a childish confidence in the virtue of evident sexual potency... In fact, would the hero fuck ten men or ten women in a single day, that he would immediately ponders on the more intense pleasure: that is to fuck twenty-five people, and when he has reached this hoped-for number, he will dream of a hundred or of... God Here, on the contrary, we dream- if I may say so- to fuck as much as possible of ourselves, to succeed in exciting not only the most sensitive surface of our body but its deepest axis... to excite the being... We are bent on the quest of this delirious unity of oneself into which our I annuls and gives birth to itself. Sometimes quantity may be a mean but under the drastic condition that it makes us loathe the surface. And I think- and until now this belief has never been checked-- that spectacle, alone does owe this power of re-integration which we need... You must not think that I mean we have got to become Peeping Tom, not that... The problem has always been and still is of making oneself seeing, but the image inside which an actor undertakes to represent you, seems to me the only thing capable of upsetting you deep enough... From now on you must not he concerned any more with looking but with participating... Then everything rests in the quality of your eyes and of your gestures... When, a little while before, you officiated on Aldine's altar with the negro's prick, it may be that you abandoned yourself to a somewhat vulgar unlashing, but, if you have understood the meaning of this amputation, and after that the meaning of their fucking and of the ensuing communion, perhaps did your depths thrilled with an appeal which, across the horrible parody we all took part in, has been strong enough to irradiate up your nerves a number of essential images capable to unleash for you some part of the mechanism of destiny... Jan's words were here like another form of accompaniment, as well as Aldine's prelude... Technic allows us some refinements unless it simplifies the initiation in some way... Thus, when you watched yourself on the screen, this morning, the fact that you were seeing you as a person could contribute for you to the immediate revelation of the mechanism of spectacle when usually one has to imagine a transference, and only then does one live it... Our aim is the possession... tryly the possession of our own self... And all this setting represents our means... means that are necessarily dreadful in a world dedicated to horror... But you must be hungry?...
--- I dare say I am, though your conversation has somewhat turned me away from this surface, quoting you...
You will find a nice meal and the best of the wines, but I beg to make you listen, in the same time, to a new music. Nora (that was the name of one of the three women, a splendid auburn-haired creature, whose golden hair rolled down as far as her waist and whose green eyes communicated to me wide surges of pleasure when she deigned look at me) would, if the ritual instaured by Sade and his 10 Days was observed narrate you her life-story, but I think that, since we will be busy with our succulent meal, it will be better if the Reader comes and reads us a story. The books contains the relation of a famous case which was judged in France, around the middle of the nineteenth century, the Sergeant Bertrand's case...
Four negroes came in, laden with sundry victuals which they laid on our table. Behind them there walked a very queer creature, bespectacled, crowned with truly looked like and old manuscript. He sat down mutely, without even looking at us, and waited patiently.
--- You may begin, Mona told him, and the extraordinary man did not even look up. I said we were going to hear, to-day, the deposition of the Sergeant Bertrand, consigned by Ambroise Tardieu in Medico-legal study on crimes against morality. We are listening to you.
The old man bowed, flapped noisily the leaves of his book, coughed several times, and started reading, while somebody was filling my plate with a delicious piece of venison with mushrooms.
--- I started masturbating when I was still a me child, without realizing what I was doing; I never hid myself to do it. I did not think about women before the age of eight or nine years; but it turned into a real passion only around my fourteenth year. Then, I knew absolutely no bonds, I masturbated as much as seven or eight times every day, I was utterly excited by the mere sight of a woman's garment. When masturbating, I used to imagine that I was standing in a room where there stood women at my disposal; there, after having satisfied my passion with them and amused myself with tormenting them in every possible manner, I imagined them dead and I would perform on them many kinds of profanations. Other times, I felt an impulse to mangle male corpses, but not very often: it disgusted me.
Since I could not get myself human bodies, I went in the quest of dead carcasses of animals, which I cut. I would rip the belly open and, after tearing off their entrails, I would masturbate, all the while contemplating them, and after that I went away, ashamed of myself and honestly determined never to do it again; but my passion was stronger than my will-power. During those happenings I felt an exceedingly keen pleasure, a fulfilment which I can't well describe, and, in order of making it last longer, I would masturbate very slowly, thus belating very much the coming of semen.
I have mutilated all kinds of animals from a horse down to little ones like cats, puppies, and so on.
I came to the La Villette Camp in 1844 and soon formed a habit of going to the Saint-Denis canal and pulling out of it drowned animals, dogs sheep, and so on, and I treated them in the same fashion as I have related above.
In 1846, I did not satisfy myself any more with dead carcasses, I craved for living ones. In the La Villette Camp, the same as in every casern, there roved many dogs which did not belong to anyone, and followed one or the other of the soldiers, indiscriminately. I resolved upon taking those dogs to the country and killing them over there, which I effectively did three times; I snatched off their entrails, the way I dad done it to dead beasts, and I got as much pleasure as I had known with the latter.
It is only around the end of 1846 that I conceived the idea of unearthing corpses; my resolution came from the knowledge that it could very easily be done in the pauper's grave of the Est cemetery; but I did not carry it into execution, because I was held back by caution.
At the beginning of 1847, the regiment I belonged to went to Tours, and my own company was sent to the small town of Blere. It is in that town that I despoiled a tomb for the first time. It happened thus: It was around noon; I had taken a walk in the country with a friend, and, out of curiosity, I entered the graveyard the enclosure of which was near the road. They had buried a dead the day before and- I was to learn all the day later, from citizens of the town- the grave- diggers had been caught in the rain and it had prevented them from filling up the grave completely. Moreover, they had abandoned their tools which where lying near by. This sight reawakened my most somber thoughts, I suffered from a violent headache, my heart began to pound violently, I was beside myself with excitement.
'I took pretext of b prior engagement and came back at once to the town with my companion which I succeeded in leaving some time later. I went back to the graveyard and, without paying attention to laborers who worked in the vineyards which stretched their fields next to the mortuary enclosure, I grabbed a spade and began digging up the pit with a strength and a quickness which I would not have been capable of in another occasion. I had already pulled out the corpse, and, not carrying any kind of sharp tool to maim it, I started hitting it with the spade I was still holding in hand, with a rage that I can't still now account for, when one of the laborers which worked closest to me, astonished by the noise I was making, came up to the gate of the graveyard. I took sight of him and I flattened myself down the pit, by the dead body, and remained here for a short time. The laborer went to the town in order to inform the authorities, and I immediately climbed out of the grave, shoveled earth over the corpse, and sneaked out of the cemetery by climbing over the wall.
My body was shaking all over, I was covered with a cold sweat. I repaired to a close-by thicket here, in spite of the cold rain which had poured for many hours, I lay down amid shrubs and remained thus sprawled on the ground for three hours, in a state of total unconsciousness. When I waked out of this trancelike state, my body was aching all over, and I felt very weak in the head. Later on these things followed every one of my fits of madness.
Two days later, I went back to the graveyard of Blere, this time not at noontime but in the middle of the night, by a rainy weather. This time, there was no tools left and I digged in the pit with my bare hands; they were bleeding but nothing could stop me, I did not feel any pain; I had not been able to unearth more than the lower half of the body, I tore it to pieces, and filled back the pit in the same fashion that I had opened it.
We came back to Paris around the end of May. One day, I walked up to the Pere-Lachaise cemetery. I liked the loneliness one feeled in it and noticing that it was very easy to break into it, I resolved upon coming back during the same night. Indeed I entered it at ten o'clock PM by climbing over the wall. I paced up and down for some time, a prey to the darkest thoughts; after that I walked up to the pauper's grave and began to exhume a corpse. It was the body of a woman, about forty years old, in a fairly good state of preservation; I ripped the belly open, forcibly pulled out the entrails, cut the flesh in a thousand pieces; but I did not commit any act of impudicity on it.
During a whole fortnight, I went to this cemetery about every night. During this period I digged up three or four female corpses on which I committed the same actions as I had done on the first but without trying any immodest treatment.
When I had snatched out the entrails of these corpses I have just been telling about, I went away after masturbating two or three times, kneeling by the body. I masturbated with one hand while with the other I convulsively squeezed any part of the corpse, but more often the entrails.
I left Paris in November, and was sent first to Soissons, then to Douai. There I felt again the need to mutilate dead bodies. One night, about the tenth of March, T was on my way to the cemetery. I had to climb over the surrounding wall and to jump over a large and deep ditch. None of these difficulties refrained me from going on, not the cutting cold and the ice. As soon as I was inside the mortuary enclosure, I busied myself with unearthing a young girl, who must have been between fifteen and seventeen of age. This body is the first one upon which I abandoned myself to immodest assaults. I can't put into words the sensations that I was then experiencing, because all that we may feel with a living woman cannot, in any respect, be compared with it. I kissed the dead body of this woman all over, I hugged her to me with a curdling embrace; to be short I lavished upon her all the caresses a passionate lover m give his beloved. After playing for a quarter of an hour with this inanimate body, I began maiming it, as I had done to all the other victims of my furor. I beheaded her, I cut off her breasts, I pierced her belly, then I gathered the pieces, covered them with earth and went back to the barracks.
My regiment came back to Paris in July and I was detailed to the Ivry Camp.
After a few quiet days, the illness seized me again, more violently than ever. Nothing could stall me, I left the camp almost every night to go to the Montparnasse cemetery where I abandoned myself to the maddest excesses.
The first victim of my rage was a young girl, about twelve or thirteen years old. Her body was already in a very advanced stale of decay but it did not prevent me from profaning it with immodest actions. After that, I split open the belly, tore out the genitals, masturbated again and went away.
In the Ivry cemetery, I happened to dig out, around the end of September, a female child no more than seven years old and a woman about thirty-eight or forty years old. I abandoned myself with these corpses to the same excesses that in the Montparnasse graveyard; but this time I did not snatch out the entrails nor did I scatter them all over, and I only lipped the bleey open. After mutilating the little girl. I put her back in the grave and covered the body with earth. The woman had been buried thirteen days ago.
The second time I visited the Montparnasse cemetery, I had unearthed a woman of sixty and a child two or three years old. I carried these corpses up to a somewhat remote tombstane and profanated and mutilated the woman's but did not do anything to the child's.
I could not force myself to main a man, and if it happened though a few times, it is because I was in a rage when I could not find women's corpses. Then, I did no more than giving them a blow with my saber on any part of their body. It goes without saying that I did not feel the need of masturbating before male corpses, on the contrary it disgusted me very much. Thus did it happen that I dug up twelve or fifteen male corpses without finding a single female one.
One night, I unearthed two women over sixty. After having satisfied my violent passion, after ripping their belly open and snatching the entrails out, I split their mouth, cut their limbs, lacerated their body in a thousand places, and I had never done such a wild thing. My rage was not appeased with these horrible actions; I seized the sectioned limbs, began to wring them, to crush them under my feet, to hack them and later kicked the head and played with it the way a cat plays with a mouse; I wished I could annihilate them totally, I had never been in such a frightful state... As usual I ended with masturbating.
On the sixth of November, at ten o'clock PM, I was on the verge of jumping down inside the cemetery when a shot was aimed at me point- blank, but it did not get me. This happening did not drive me back. I lay on the wet ground, a few paces away from the cemetery, the night was very cold, and I remained thus for about two hours, after which I climbed back to the cemetery and dug out a young woman, dead from drowning; she must have been about twenty-five years old and was in a very well-preserved state. I treated this woman as I had the other victims of my madness and left her only after pulling out her entrails, cutting her genitals, cleaving open her right thigh. The fulfillment I experienced with this woman topped yet all the other times.
Later I was shot at twice, each time in the Montparnasse cemetery. The first one missed me, but the second one got me about waist-high. Luckily, the bullet went through my overcoat, and I suffered no more than a mere bruise. Truly it would have been easy for me to break or to carry away the -fire traps lain in order to catch me and many times I had unprimed them, but I never thought about it, and those traps never frightened me. I remember too that I sometimes met dogs, but they never tried to hurt me.
On the fifteenth of March 1849, I got out of the Luxembourg around ten o'clock PM in order to go to a rendezvous, my bad luck made me take a street very close to the Montparnasse cemetery. I felt an impulse to enter it as usual and it is when I was climbing over the wall that I have been hit... I think that if the machine had missed rue this time, I should never have entered a cemetery again though I am not sure of it. Every time I despoiled a tomb I had never premeditated my action; when the evil took hold of myself, no matter what time it was, midday or midnight, I had to do it, I could not postpone it.
After reading aloud the prisoner's confession, there followed his examination and the following questions were asked him:
--- What sensation drove you to commit those kind of excesses?
--- I don't know; I can't describe what went inside me.
--- Do you acknowledge the preceding descriptions of your actions as true and total?
--- I admit that I have been guilty of all the profanations I have related and which I am charged with committing.
--- What your motive or you aim in thus despoiling tombs and letting yourself commit horrible deeds?
--- I had no aim; I felt an irrepressible impulse to destroy and nothing could prevent me from going in a cemetery, in order to satisfy this kind of a rage for mutilating corpses, but without expressly wanting to appease a sexual need. Even now I can't recall clearly the sensations that were mine when I scattered pieces of dead bodies all over.
--- What instrument did you use for cutting and lacerating limbs?
--- Most of the time I used my short sword, and some other times either a knife or even a penknife.
--- How were you able to unearth the corpses?
--- I did it with my bare hands or with any instrument that I happened to find beside me. Sometimes my hands were bleeding, but I felt pain only the following day.
--- What went inside you after having satisfied your passion?
--- When I went away I had a raging fever which made my body shake all over, then I felt I needed to rest. I slept for several hours anywhere and in any conditions. While I was thus asleep I perceived everything that was going around me.
--- Had not you any other motives beside the impulse to destroy the corpses?
--- No, I had none.
--- When you opened the corpses, did not you plunge your hands inside them?
--- Yes, I did, in older to pull the entrails out, and sometimes I went as far as the upper areas whence I snatched the liver out.
--- Did not you experience a feeling that would have made you realize all the odious horror of your actions?
--- Yes, I did, and that was the stronger feeling I experienced, but I could not help myself and I did it all over again, even if I risked my life.
--- How can you explain your behaviour?
--- I don't know... As early as my seventh or eighth year, my people noticed that I had a kind of madness, but it never drove me to any excesses. I would usually repair to the darkest thickets in a wood, where I sometimes remained whole days, a prey to a very deep sadness. It is only in 1847 that a kind of rage seized me and drove me to commit the actions for which I am now a prisoner.
The Reader stood up swiftly and sneaked out. Silence fell, a strange silence in the bosom of which it seemed to me that our thoughts were rustling. The ghost which had read for us had disappeared so quickly that I was not convinced yet that he had ever existed. My eyes ran from the table to the sea but I did not actually see any one. Another world palpitated around me or, perhaps, inside me. I listened to its queer pounding.
CHAPTER TEN
The ensuing silence lasted so long that I began wondering what precise pictures were haunting the other listeners. Mona's strange words came back to me and I tried to imagine what mechanisms the relation we had just heard could have set into motion in my companions. I suppose I was too green and not intuitive enough, or it may be that I bad no imagination, but, up to this time, my pleasures had always took form in the field of the utmost materiality. The staging had always resorted to improvisation, and the spectacle was performed outside. Mona s words, suddenly, made me think of another form of theater, and to an entirely new category of erotic plays which, being enacted only inside my body, would set motion to a number of presences solely perceived on the intricate network of memory and imagination. I could not yet appraise fully either the mode or the processes, but I felt already very vividly that my apprehension of the world was actually evolving. It seemed as if a sudden deepening of my own living substance was shaping and as if the internal bonds of my body receded in order to make room for a wider experimental field. Truly, everything happened as if the theater was reversed: the former stage was no more now than the wings of the new one and the new attendance exactly the opposite of the old one.
--- What are you thinking about? Mona asked me.
--- I have a feeling that the location of the spectacle is shifting.
She smiled and took me by the hand:
--- You will have clearer ideas when you proceed to an extensive exploration of the castle. We endeavoured to recreate all that can happen inside... There one goes down from one story to another and so on, as one would go down aero is the whole of what may inhabit a body... We gathered there the largest possible amount of images and we hope that you too will incarnate your own pictures.
--- I'll do it... but I need time and...
--- What is already here will soon represent for you an ever-ready recollection... or even an habit, and you will be denied no material or human instrument. We will have at your disposal any imaginable thing though imagination endlessly removes its own boundaries further back if it be perpetually afforded the opportunity to realize what it is nurturing...
I felt the strange sensation of being no more isolated. I thought I had partaken of some kind of an assembly of libertines in the middle of which my aloofness would multiply itself by being reflected by my companion's and victims' faces and now I sensed that I had very sincerely been admitted in a society the aims of which remained still somewhat mysterious but which I knew would provides me with a help that would turn me into a participant and not a guest.
--- Let's go back to the roof where we met, Mona said, and our friends will join us while having our coffee and liqueurs.
All the assistants stood up and we entered two transparent cages which must have answered a mental order since they had appeared at the end of our open-air dining-room as soon as we had risen to our feet. I was standing between Mona and Aldine. Their magnificent bodies irradiated a presence the perception of which communicated to me an infinite thrilling pleasure. Their presence invaded my innermost self and I felt horny all over inside my body. It felt as if, I don't know how, I had made love with these presences and the wide surges of pleasure which submerged me woke in me simultaneously an acute conscience of myself and of my female companions.
We sat down in deep brightly-colored armchairs under the beautiful bower. The perfume of the flowers streamed up to our nostrils and the sea was softly swelling as far as the eye could see. The silence seemed to be boiling amid this stillness crisscrossed by invincible impulses, presences and sun.
--- I met Nora in Athens, but I had previously noticed her in Delphi. She was in quest of I don't know what ideal susceptible of warming up what she called the occidental vocation. She did need but the slightest ground to be admitted here, and we have founded this castle together... as soon as she came to understand- and so did I- that inner beauty does not realize itself only by dint of meditation.
--- I had dreamed, Nora explained,- on the old amphitheaters. I used to shed (tears when I thought that so beautiful stones had seen athletes and Christians too bleeding to death, but today I think that it's a pity that there are no more Christians to be scarified in our towns, on the days when the sun streams hard on their old stones... I was born in Thrace, in a family which still kept some apparent standing but which was loosing the remnants of its fortune in ideal but wholly unpractical ventures. My Slavic blood did not really agree with my Grecian blood and, though I spent whole nights gazing upon our beautiful ruins or dreaming about our antique cults from which, undoubtedly, issued the antique tragedy, I did spend many others frigging my pussy under the moonlight. With a kind of rage I frigged my little fleshy button, though not knowing exactly what was its intended use nor why there was this queer mouth which cleft my crotch. I thought that this mouth was hungry but Angering the little button more or less appeased this craving and moreover it presented me with many pleasant sensations. But the sight of carrots plunged me in a queer state. I thought that this vegetable would be particularly suited to satisfy the hunger of my lower mouth in the same time allowing me to probe it, but I was still held back by some fears. My parents were good Christians and subsequently they had never explained me anything about "all those things", and my mother was happy not to overdo her mother's duty only by teaching me how to quench the periodic flow without explaining anything else to me since I did not really seemed very upset by this event. I was nearing fifteen when a cousin of mine, having recently lost her father, came to live with us. She was as dark as I was fair-haired, and "he was ten years older than me. At once I conceived for her one of those passionate affections which quite often overcome young girls, and, following the usual description of this kind of pairing, we became best friends. One day, she came into my room when I was engrossed in the contemplation of a superb car rot which I had quite innocently brought up in my room, and she asked me if that was all I was provided for in order to satisfy myself. She laughed and I was ashamed though unaware of she meant.
--- You would better trust me, she added.
--- To trust you about what? I asked her.
--- Don't you know?
--- No!
--- To teach you how to play with your little slit, she said laughingly.
--- My lower mouth?
--- Why, of course, your lower mouth!
I was abashed by her revelation, because I could not imagine that one could play with one's mouth, though I had already watched people kissing on this part of their body and they seemed to enjoy it immensely. At last I forced myself to ask questions and my cousin answered laughingly that these "things" would better be experienced than explained.
And suddenly, she tucked up her dress and revealed to my astonished eyes an exceedingly hairy sex; it was totally covered with brown curls amid which the pink slit yawned like the mouth of a cat.
