A French boarding school which offers unique training to the uninitiated, giving vent to bizarre and unusual sadomasochistic desires and needs. Girls in their pliable youth are molded to suit the pleasures of the licentious teachers whose lessons bear the sting of the lash and the corporeal delights of submission to pain and perversion.
CHAPTER ONE
Summer is here, and already heat begins to invite city dwellers to take flight to the wide marine horizons with the calm perspectives of the countryside. That is why we find our friends from the boarding school Ariel at the same moment that Henri, the director, is announcing to his charming pupils the end of the semester and their imminent departure for vacation.
Everyone is assembled in the hall of the villa and we meet again the severe, elegant director with silvered temples and ascetically cruel features; Raymond, the black-haired athletic professor of languages; his friend, handsome, blonde and somewhat effeminate Oliver, and the pupils.
Simone has left the boarding school at Gerard's desire, since he wanted to have her at his complete disposal. Odile and Jacqueline have gone with their respective masters for the entire vacation season. But we recognize again Monica, the lovely brunette with blue eyes; Brigitte, the gentle pupil of Lady
Cynthia; Veronica, the pet of the director; finally, delicious Michele whom her cowardly master abandoned to become Oliver's prey, Henri having ceded the charming girl to the blonde instructor. But there are also three new girls we must detail at once. First, Claudia, a young beauty of 22. Superb young lady placed here by her uncle who wishes her to acquire an exemplary docility. Rather tall, very agreeably made, splendid big brown eyes.
Then comes a charming adolescent of 16, just that age, with the big eyes of a timid dog, adorably timid and fearful as she is herself, named Ginette, and finally, a young imp of 14, a young orphan whom the director has "adopted" so as to make his plaything; very gentle and shy, Lucienne, whom everyone calls Lulu, is red-haired as a little bushy-tailed squirrel whose comic and amusing expression she has. For more precision, let's glance at the famous notebook of the director; we learn that beautiful Claudia is very sensual despite her rather cold bearing and manner; that she is stimulated especially by the clitoris, enjoying most of her orgasms there, but that she finds anal joy repugnant.
For little Lulu, it's with certain astonishment we note that she has neither of her virginities; however in a marginal note to the page on Lulu in his notebook, Henri has expatiated: "To be fucked prudently, and to subject her above all to a spanking and to the whip," and we understand very well the motive which inspired these words when we recall how exceptionally equipped these gentlemen who direct the Ariel school are in their amours. "To be fucked prudently," meaning, of course, that
Lulu is not to be ravished vigorously, lest the dimensions of her "suitors" prove too great a taxation on her dainty privates!
As for gentle Ginette, if she is no longer a virgin in front, the notice on her page indicates that she still retains her bottomhole's maidenhead-a hardly believable state of affairs in the Ariel boarding school!
Now, let us eavesdrop on the director as he says: "My dear little darlings, you've just finished your last lesson of this term. Courses will resume in autumn, and now, as every year, we are going to leave for the Chateau of Golden Furze where we shall spend all summer. Down there, no courses, you may play, walk, in a word, do whatever you wish, and you'll see what a delightful vacation you'll have. However, let me make one little point of importance at this moment: don't, whatever you do, think that the fact that it is vacation time removes from you the obligation and docility which your masters and I demand of you! No, no, no, my sweet little bitches, don't get any false notions in your lovely heads; on the contrary, know that, since you have no more studying, I shall be inflexible on the subject of good conduct and you know what that means, eh? Don't think that because you are far distant from the gymnasium and the punishment room, you can do anything that comes to mind! Besides, those of you who've already sojourned at the Golden Furze know that I have down there a certain cellar room whose acquaintance I do not wish you to make! On the other hand, you know my method of thinking of your wel-being. I estimate that to comport yourself well and to be always graceful and lovely, young girls of your age ought to be fucked at least once a day and sodomized two to three times a week. So, you may be cure that we shall put you often to the contribution of these good precepts. But we shall organize a program of pleasures once we're down there. Now, you're going to go to your rooms and begin to pack your things, for we leave the day after tomorrow. If any of you have purchases or trips to make in the shops, Oliver and Raymond will accompany you in the car."
CHAPTER TWO
Let us return to our teachers and pupils a week later at the Chateau of Golden Furze. It is so called, this chateau, from the fact that this small country seat stands amid an immense estate of land, surrounded by grounds covered thickly with yellow, glowing furze. Trees, prairies and ponds comprise the estate, so the pupils may enjoy all the wholesome joys of the outdoors. And the isolation of this place assures perfect discretion, so that the chateau has become the property of a sort of club which rents it periodically to people who for the same motives that Henri has prefer solitude to deliver themselves up to their favorite passions.
The mansion by itself is endowed with all the modern comforts; as to the personnel, thanks to the employment of the club and its good finances, these employees are discreet as could be wished; they are well paid for that discretion, naturally. Today, the lovely pupils are going for a walk to the end of the estate, near a pond five kilometers away, and all the laughing gay little band marches off under the direction of Oliver and Raymond, their two monitors. What a charming tableau ... the young girls are dressed in short summer dresses, white or pink, all with bare legs which the sun is beginning to tan deliciously, and dainty white sandals. Each carries a beach bag with a towel, food and bathing suit. That is, everyone is off for the pond except lovely Claudia who, from a window on the first floor, follows sadly the departure of her friendly companions. Alas, to her misfortune let it be said she spoke a bit too crossly to a remonstrance made by the director and he punished her by depriving her from that hike. Now, seated with melancholic air on her bed, she awaits Henri's arrival, he having ordered her to keep herself at his disposal. And now he enters!
"Well, my little Claudia, you put on quite a scene! Aren't you happy here?"
"No! I wanted to go with the others! Oh, please, let me go! Please!"
"Certainly not, my beauty; I punished you, and I didn't do that for nothing, you know."
"Oh, how wicked you are!"
"Well, tell me now, you surely aren't lacking in spirit, I'll say that for you." He began to laugh as he approached the young girl. "You're lucky we are in vacation and that I'm in a good humor, which incites me towards indulgence, otherwise I'd have taken you on a little hike ... yes a hike to be sure, but in the direction of the cellar room! However, this once, I'll forget your unseemly language ... on the condition that you're docile! It's been some time since I occupied myself personally with some time since I occupied myself personally with you isn't that so? Well, now, I've a little plaything here which I wanted to experiment with and I thought of letting you be the first to try it out. I hope you will appreciate the favor I'm doing you, my charming one ... and here you are!"
With a cruel smile, Henri begins to untie and unwrap the long package he has been hiding behind his back.
The last shred of papers flutters to the floor, uncovering the famous "favor" a magnificent martinet! But a martinet of quite unusual fabrication. It is made of eight thongs of round rubber, each fifty centimeters long. As for the handle, it is made of ebonite, and shaped like a huge artificial male penis with a superbly thick, jutting meatus at the very end!
Understanding what is going to happen to her, Claudia rises, pale, and in a trembling voice implores Henri to pardon her.
"Well, well, my beauty! You're less arrogant than you were, eh?" he chuckles, ironically waving the martinet. "I've always thought that the sight of the martinet is an excellent remedy for stubborn, rebellious little vixens of your type!"
"Oh, Monsieur Henri, I supplicate you, be generous! Pardon me,! I admit I was enervated, but I promise to watch myself very carefully and not to do anything like that again. I beg of you, excuse me, pardon me for this time. After all, we're on vacation and you've already deprived me of going on the hike, when I did so want to go..."
Henri listens to all her pleas, smilingly, and regards her without a word for a long moment, visibly pleased in prolonging her uncertainty and her anguish at the thought of receiving a good whipping. Claudia! I love to hear you beg like a child. It like airs which you give yourself from time to time.
"Ah, you please me much more this way, little becomes you a good deal more than these duchess-You promise me, then, to watch your tongue more carefully in the future?"
"Oh, yes, yes, I promise it, Monsieur-"
"Very well, my beautiful one. Then I'll show myself merciful."
"Oh, thank you, thank you-"
"Instead of taking you to the cellar room, I shall proceed here, in your own room, to the application of this lively whip!"
And as she suddenly understands all the machiavellian sadism of this man, the unfortunate young woman remains mute and becomes still more pale and trembling, she who imagined that the cruel director would be moved to pity, alas!
"Listen to me, Claudia," he continues in a calm cold voice, "it's too long already since you last received the whip, that's why you start to get sulky and uppity, you have forgotten the effects of a good thrashing! And besides, it pleases me today to occupy myself specially with you, my beautiful dear. I wager that after this, you'll become gentle and obedient as I demand. Now, no more waste of time-take off your dress!"
Terrified as she finally comprehends that she cannot escape her penance, the tall charming young beauty, sick with fear and shame, falls to her knees at her master's feet and pleads with him in a stammering, agonized voice: "No ... no ... in pity ... s ... spare me for this one time, oh, I beg of you, I beg of you ... Oh! No ... no ... no ... pardon me, please ... I swear to you I'll correct myself ... b ... but I beg you ... n ... not the martinet ... no ... no ... not the martinet ... it ... it's too h ... h ... horrible."
Henri, whose legs she has enlaced supplicatingly with her beautiful arms, stares down at her with a smile of pleasure on his long energetic face; then he takes her by the hair with his left hand, raising her face towards him, and pronounces in a harsh, pitiless tone:
"Useless to wear yourself out thus, dear Claudia, I am going to whip you here in your room, and I am going to whip you very severely, I warn you, for you've serious need of it. I warn you on one thing, I demand that you let it be done docilely, otherwise I shall be obliged to take you to the cellar room and there, so much the worse for you, you'll earn a hardly pleasant dose. Now, will you be good and let yourself be whipped obediently, or do you prefer instead that we go downstairs right now?"
"Oh, my G ... God ... n ... no ... pity ... oh n ... no no!"
"Very well, then! Come on, get up, my treasure, and kiss me tenderly ... good ... now listen to me. I'm going to be very cruel to you, but in compensation, I promise you that you shall not be whipped till we return to Paris. You see how nice I am to you, little darling."
"N ... no ... I ... b ... beg you h ... humbly!"
"Enough of these whinings." Take off your dress at once! Your brassiere now . .. good ... now your panties ... excellent! Come here ... approach me!"
Naked now, the young girl, panting with confusion, approaches the man with tiny, uneasy steps ... what is he going to do to her now?
But Henri, excited by the impeccable plasticity of naked Claudia, contents himself with holding her tight to him and taking her mouth in a long humid kiss, a deep, ardent kiss in which his hard tongue digs between her parted, shuddering lips, the lips of that lovely prey shivering with fright, anguish and the deepest shame in his embrace, this preface to the cruel ordeal he has ordained.
Then, pushing her away, he demands in mocking tone: "Now, my lovely one, which do you prefer, to receive the flogging on your lovely titties, on your big bottom, or on your little cunt? Tell me which you like the best."
"No ... oh ... n ... no!" gasps the young beauty, bursting suddenly into sobs.
"What's this, no no? You know how to say only that, on my word! Come, will you answer me, where do you prefer to receive the martinet?"
"N ... not t ... there ... n ... not there!" implores the unfortunate Claudia, weeping and twisting her hands with despair.
"Not there-that doesn't mean a thing!"
"OH . . I ... I beg of you ... I beg of y ... you ... in ... not on my ... on my ... c ... cunt ... if you please ... oh ... n ... no ... not on the c ... cunt ... it ... it hurts too much ... oh have pity on me!"
"Listen, my sweet bitch, if you let yourself be whipped on the cunt, I'll suck you afterwards ... it'll be very good, you'll see!"
"Oh no, no, pity ... pity ... n ... not my c ... cunt ... not my c ... cunt ... it makes me suffer too much ... I ... s ... swear to you-"
"Good! Then on your titties!"
"Ah! Aii! Ohh, no, n ... not on the b ... breasts ... I'll be in such pain ... oh, I implore you, Master ... n ... not on the breasts ... be kind ... I'll do anything you want ... b . . but don't whip me on the b ... breasts ... in pity's name!"
"You're really a disgusting creature! Not this, not that! One would say you are purposely contradicting me and depriving me of what I prefer. Oh, very well, then! So I shall whip your bottom, your big naked bottom, Claudia my love, but, since you carry on so, I shall double the dose and I warn you that if you do not take your punishment docilely, it will go very badly for you. So now, come here, you're going to He on that table, flat on your belly! There ... very good ... now don't move ... I'm going to tie your legs to the feet of the table; in this way you won't run the risk of committing stupid acts of escape!"
When he finishes the little operation, using two thick strips of linen, Henri straightens up and contemplates lovely Claudia, who forcibly extends to him an admirably rounded bottom, white, gloriously moulded, the buttocks separated tastily by a deep cleft, the true bottom of a young woman in all her voluptuous beauty. Bent in two over the little table, her breasts flattened on the polished wood, her face buried in her hands, Claudia weeps. Sobs strangle in her contracted throat, seeming to stifle her, then suddenly spurt forth in a long shrill shriek which seems unending ... for, recoiling a good distance, the director has just sent with full force the eight thongs full across her bare behind. Then, without allowing his victim the time to catch her breath, he begins to whip her with all the strength of his virile arm.
A smile of pleasure twists his lips as he hears the frantic cries of the young girl who wails like a lost soul under the atrocious bite of the long elastic thongs. Ah, she no longer plays the role of aloof young queen, does beautiful Claudia! Finished are her great airs and haughty countenances; now she sobs and shrieks like a victim of the Holy Inquisition under the frightful flagellation. It is true he does not have a lax hand; with sparse, regular strokes, but with terrible force, he flails pitilessly the tender posterior all marked now by long livid stripes. The thongs, ending in a sort of little hard knot, envelop her bottom cheeks in a network of intolerable burning kisses, the more so since their elasticity makes them retract brusquely after the blow, which bruises and pinches the tender flesh of that luscious behind.
Martyred behind ... the suffering which radiates through both globes is so terrible that they seem to bound in the air after which, immediately they tighten and contract under the lashes as if they wish to disappear into the table itself. They open, close, contract with despair, then widen brusquely as if one pulled them apart from each side ... unveiling in the widened valley the base of the palpitating vulva and, above, the creased rosette of the anus which suffering makes protrude like a tiny rosebud!
Flacck ... clackk ... clflackkkkkkk! He flogs that magnificent bottom eagerly, and she shrieks with all her lungs, and in her despairing agony hammers on the table with her taut clenched little fists. She struggles so furiously that the table cracks as if it were going to break into pieces and, in a terrible effort, she suddenly breaks away the strip of linen which binds her left leg to the foot of the table and begins to kick out madly into empty space, bellowing uninteUigible supplications for mercy.
It seems she has obtained a favorable result for Henri, a little out of breath, stops whipping her. Laying down the martinet, he catches the rebellious leg and tranquilly reties it to the foot of the table, while profiting at this respite to put his face to the reddened, burning striped cheeks of Claudia's bottom and kissing all that exquisitely hot swollen martyred loveflesh!
"En ... ough ... oooooooh ... oh! en ... oughhhh ... ohhh ... d ... don't do it any more to meeee ... pityyyyyy..." sobs the young girl, half raised up on her elbows, her face ravaged by tears and hysterical hiccups.
"Oh, but I shall, my pullet, count on it," he jests, separating the two big burning globes to apply a horribly perverse kiss on her dainty rosette.
"You know I told you I was going to whip you very severely, so it's useless to beg for nothing, since you're still quite a way from your total count. On the contrary, you have earned a supplement for having broken the bond of your left leg and for having interrupted me, but I warn you, for the last time, that if you disturb me again, you will repent!"
"No ... nooooooooo ... out of ... p ... pity ... n ... n ... no more ... I can't b ... bear it ... oh ... enough ... no ... m ... more ... no more."
"Don't babble stupidities, you're capable of standing much more than you think, as I mean to show you! And now, there, take this!"-Flack-flack-flack-
And once more the terrible rubber thongs resume working over the soft crimsoned buttocks, while Claudia shrieks with despair and agony. What a spectacle to move any amateur of this kind of education which we call "English!" The tall young girl, naked, bound with her bottom uplifted in the air, howling and sobbing, miserable little child now, while behind her, chuckling like a demon, a man who could be her own father, flogging her with all the force of his arm!
Happily at the "Golden Furze" everything has been arranged for just such little amusements and the rooms are soundproofed so that the cries and shrill plaints of the whipped victims cannot resound throughout the entire chateau. While here by contrast, the shrieks torn by the terrible martinet seem to delight the director. But the suffering is so great that in her frenzied efforts to escape it, Claudia again breaks her fetters!
"Ah, you filthy little vixen, you want to kick, do you? Well, I'll give you that possibility, you'll see! Ah, you nasty little brat!" In a few furious gestures, he unties the strip of linen holding her other leg prisoner, then, resuming the martinet, says to her harshly, coldly, "Now, stand up! We are going to finish this little session in the cellar room!"
Frightened out of her wits, the tall girl flings herself at his feet and in her maddened torment kisses his hands, stammering in a piteously tormented voice that she will be good, that she excuses herself for what she did, that she won't stir again, that she promises to remain motionless ... but not the cellar room ... not the cellar room. But in vain she drags herself at the feet of the director; he remains pitilessly, impassive. "I warned you," is all he says, giving her two hard slaps on the cheek. "Now get up! At once, don't force me to use stringent measures! And stop yowling like that! You're shattering my eardrums. I promised to whip you and I swear to you that you will be whipped as you have never been before; yes, all you've got so far are only caresses to what awaits you. Now, march-to the lovely little room!"
Seeing that nothing she can say or do will soften her terrible mentor, the poor naked Claudia, groaning and sobbing like a little girl, stumbles towards the door, followed by Henri, who from time to time sweeps his martinet in a backhanded cut across her bottom.
After descending a little stairway and following a narrow corridor, they arrive at the famous cellar room. One glance alone suffices to tell us we are in a punishment chamber in which all has been arranged to inflict penances with the maximum efficiency. A special series of apparatuses are the flagellatory proof of this-whether they be whipping benches which are long and narrow and covered with black leather and equipped with fixed guves to bind their victims, or different sawhorses, triangulated and raised on legs, or cables, pullies, trapezes, to say nothing of the strange and special apparatuses which we shall see during the course of this story and which serve for the punitive refinements for exceptional chastisements.
Note simply the customary accessories of such a place: panoplies of whips of every kind-martinets, cravaches, switches, paddles, as well as the complements of English education, and artificial phalli of all forms and thicknesses, from the simple rubber wand or ebonite thick as one's thumb, to monstrous engines as thick and big as the wrist. In this dungeon of eroticism Claudia is now in Henri's power.
After bolting the door, he drags his pupil towards the nearest whipping bench and forces her to stretch out on the cold black leather, then in a few rapid gestures locks the guves round her wrists, and when she finds herself thus bound on the punishment bench, he quickly doffs his shirt, trousers, underwear and remains in the most obscene nudity ... in readiness for her enjoyment. His long thick penis, fully erect now, jerks upwards at times almost to his navel and between his muscular thighs his thick hairy balls hang very low and dangle at each step. Approaching Claudia, he takes his cock full in his hand and extends it to her in an obscene gesture, laughing excitedly: "Look, lovely pussy, how hard it is! It's for you it's swollen and stiff like this! Isn't it lovely, eh? You'll have it, my pullet! But first you must earn it!" While speaking, he slips under her loins a thick leather cushion which arches all her lower body above the bench; then, taking each of her ankles, since she is lying on her back, he bends her thighs back to her bosom and shoulders to put her in frog position; and to maintain her in that lewd pose, he locks her slim ankles in two leather-surfaced guves riveted to the front legs of the bench. Practically bent in two, her feet bound on each side of her head, poor Claudia now proffers in the gaping of her thighs and opened buttocks all her plump prominent vulva and above the well exposed rosette of her ass-hole. Groaning with fright, she watches him stride to a panoply and take down a thin switch of wicker, thin as a pencil, and, coming back to her he tests its suppleness by making it whistle in the air. Then, after a short moment of indecision, he puts it down to retrieve the martinet of rubber he had used so well upstairs. "Now, you lovely slut, I'm going to train you," he exclaims, "you may try to kick all you please, for I warn you I'll have the pleasure of caressing your cunny a bit-that'll teach you to be more docile, my darling!" He places himself at the side of the bench, and, without paying any attention to Claudia's hysterical, sobbing pleas for mercy, he whisks her yawning pussy lightly to test the distance; then, raising his arm slowly, lowers the martinet full on her plump fleshy soft cunt!
A frightful clamor bursts from the contorted mouth of the martyred naked girl. The long rubber lashes have just bitten with full descent the lips and clitoris and have even darted into the open slit of her cunt, causing Claudia a frightful burning. But, far from softening her executioner, he is only the more roused and, brandishing the martinet, begins to flog her defenseless cunt. At each blow of the lash, his thick swollen prick gives vent to violent jerks of pleasure, like the organ of a stallion in rut as it nears a young mare. Lashes succeed with lashes ... her vulva is now red and swollen. Claudia writhes, shrieking, on her bench of torment, but, solidly fettered by her guves, she cannot attempt the slightest movement to evade the infernal lashing.
Finally, her shrieks and sobs seem to move his curel obstinacy; brusquely, he stops laughing, and lowers his martinet, examining with satisfaction the poor swollen, tumified cunthole. Doubtless, to ask her pardon for his brutality, he poises his mouth on her vulva and begins to lick tenderly the soft vent which the wicked rubber lashes have rendered deliciously burning to the touch of his lips and tongue. His saliva-impregnated tongue wets all the crispened, hot flesh, and digs with tiny, progressive stabs into the vagina, to rise in a thick wet flux to the stiffening, reddened clitoris, whose twitching prove that the beautiful naked captive is already beginning to grow tumescent and to forget her sufferings. Besides, as Henri continues to lick and suck her cunt, her sobs grow more and more spaced apart and are replaced, little by little, by groans and gasps of sensual pleasure.
After a moment, he straightens above his naked pupil and with both thumbs yawns the plump lips of her slit, gleaming with saliva and love juice. His mouth curls in a slow satisfied smile when he sees the stiffened nugget of the clitoris. The erect little organ hardens like a miniature cock, red and humid and pointing insolently between the upper commissure of the vulva.
Henri abandons her for a moment to retrieve the thin wicker switch. Seeing him do this, unfortunate Claudia, who had believed her punishment finally at an end, begins to cry again and to implore mercy, guessing that the feigned tenderness of the man was now only a prelude to a sadistic renewal ... the regime of the Scotch douche, in a word!
This time, Henri, who is as swollen as a stallion in frenzied rut, places himself opposite the upraised buttocks and the bent-back thigh of his beautiful victim. With the flexible end of his switch he taps the thick mouth of her cunt and the fine clitoris erected amid the fawn-colored pussy hairs; then, with a dry reverse movement of his wrist, applies a swift lash into the axis of her hole. Even before the shrill prolonged cry which springs from Claudia's throat can diminish, Henri again raises his wicker switch and whuishhhhhhhhh, this time he sadistically lashes the little red crest of her tender clitoris!
Under that cut, the victim's cry is transformed into a veritable bellow of suffering, but it does not stop the elegant director, who attacks with tiny, quick and repeated lashes that tender love button which cannot evade the frightful kisses of the switch by hiding under its dainty rosy hood, for it is now swollen and streaked under the biting lashes which make it violently oscillate from right to left. The suffering that radiates through all the young girl's body tears cries of agony from her. Sweat rolls down her forehead, mingling with the tears which streak her face contorted in a mask of atrocious suffering.
Henri sends a few more violent whisks over the lovely tortured cunt and now begins to change objective, working a bit over the anal rosebud which her struggles make obscenely jut out in the bottom groove's mysterious valley and which, thus far, has relatively escaped the infernal flogging. But when he glances on poor Claudia's repulsed features, he sees that she is at the end of her resistance and that he cannot really continue to torture her thus much longer.
With a growl of spite, he casts away the switch and again bends over the young, half-fainting captive and begins again tenderly to lick the parts he has so ferociously molested.
However, this time, he must dispense many caresses to stop her sobbing cries and to bring to her lips swollen and wet with salty tears of pain the first gasps of voluptuousness.
However, he continues to suck her vulva and ass-hole till he feels that Claudia is finally brought towards the overpowering stimulus to rut and that she forgets the terrible thrashing she has just sustained.
Knowing that he can do with her whatever he wishes now that he has put her into a state of heat, he prepares to enjoy her adorable cunt, for his fiery prick demands assuagement.
However, in a refinement of sadism quite worthy of his imaginative mind, Henri takes the time to occupy himself with the dainty little anal orifice of the young victim, and since he hasn't whipped it as he desires, at least he can stretch it with the handle of the martinet-godemiche! The darling will be greatly irked, for, as we have seen, this strange implement moulded in ebonite is as long and thick as a good-sized male cock, and we have learned from the famous ledger sheets which Henri has written up on each of his pupils that Claudia does not appreciate such penetrations through her rosette.
However, this in no way stops Henri, who points the meatus-end of the whip handle against the lovely amber-rosy rosette and begins to push on the long tube, turning it in a vise-like movement so that the insertion may be more painful and difficult to bear by the unfortunate young beauty. And, indeed, Claudia begins to cry out again under the burning and atrocious bruising of her tender little bottomhole. But, despite herself, her ass-hole is slowly forced open by the ebonite handle and dilated by its inexorable probing. It tears cries and stirring plaints from her, for Henri, to make the insertion last, amuses himself by pulling it out, then digging it back in, inch by inch, while twisting it round and round in her defenseless bottomhole, till soon the godemiche is planted as deep as the start of the long rubber lashes, deep into Claudia's fundament, and by now the girl is in wild tears anew! Now that he has devastated her rosette, Henri straddles the narrow bench and prepares to dig his congested prick into the welcoming vagina of his beautiful pupil. Welcoming indeed, for the cunt opens in a very greedy way, though of course this is only due to the position of Claudia's white shuddering naked thighs, and between the parted labia, flourishing with soft brown lovehairs dampened by his saliva, her rosy cuntflesh yawned around the vividly exposed entry of the vagina.
At the top of the sexual vent, the red shining nub of her clitoris rises like a tiny little shuddering tongue. It is certain that in order to be endowed with so large and long a clitoris, beautiful Claudia must be extraordinarily warm and sensual and love passionately the pleasures of the cunt.
In this case, she will be overwhelmed, for already his penis buries itself imperiously into her belly, thrusting back adamantly the soft lips of her femininity, and the enormously swollen knot of his meatus thumps harshly against the opening of her matrix. The walls of the vagina clench convulsively around the mass of the hard male flesh and aid him thus in greater swelling, which procures for Claudia the marvelous impression of being full, furrowed up to her navel. Henri now probes her vagina, and from time to time gives a vigorous thrust as if he wished to bury his warm hairy balls into her, his balls which bang each time against the crease between her buttocks. Claudia no longer sobs ... she emits the groans of a little child, stifled cries intermingled by gasps and pantings. The cruel and delicious dilation of her intimate parts as well as the friction against her stiff clitoris plunge her into a veritable delirium of voluptuousness. Henri too is in full joy; he groans dully with pleasure ... and such pleasure! like all great joygivers of her sex, Claudia is endowed with the rare and marvelously divine faculty of sucking his cock with the depths of her vagina. His penis feels as if it is being breathed in and pumped by a tiny avid greedy mouth, and when he can no longer retain control, he discharges with a cry of joy his bubbling thick spend with great force against her matrix, which gluttonously sucks up the thick milky viscosity of his jet...
CHAPTER THREE
After this hardly banal afternoon which found Claudia submitting to the libidinous caprices of the director, the vacation days followed one another at the chateau of Golden Furze, but it is rare that each new day does not bring some ingenious idea or erotic achievement engendered by the always fecund imagination of our three professors.
With more or less pleasure, according to the treatments inflected, the lovely pupils must apply themselves to satisfying the desires of their lubricious masters. In this regard, Director Henri has decided to organize for the next Sunday a little festival during the course of which the tender nubile virginity of darling little Ginette is to be sacrificed ... the "boyish" virginity still retained by her dainty behind!
The poor child is a thousand miles away from the idea that these three monstrous male organs are going to be buried into her poor little bottomhole. In vain did her companions seek to console her and try to reassure her, the gentle adolescent is dying of fright.
CHAPTER FOUR
However, we shall put off for a bit that exceptional Sunday to concern ourselves a bit with what is going on this evening at the Chateau ... it is Tuesday, about ten p.m. ... the day has been very heavy and dull, and the stormy night is illumined at times by long flashes of lightning. The little school has retired for the night rather sooner than usual ... let us slip down the long corridors to cast an eye into the bedrooms ... we're fortunate to find ourselves in the room of the elegant professor of singing, Oliver. And he is accompanied by his little favorite and personal slave, charming Michele.
The lovely girl is about to undress while he, already naked, smokes a cigarette, nonchalantly stretched out on the bed, following with interest the charming little personalized striptease which his lovely doll offers him. As soon as she has wriggled out of her little white panties, Michele rolls onto the bed beside him, and at once her slim hands caress his enormous penis which stretches out heavily on his thigh. like an Oriental pasha, he continues to smoke while the lovely hands caress his big organ and enormous lisson balls. To make her lover's erection the harder, young Michele kneels on the bed and now covers with licking kisses all the surface of his big cock. Doing this, she bares without the slightest modesty her most secret parts. Ah, she has indeed changed, this lovely pupil of Ariel since the terrible night when we first met her. Her charming silhouette, a bit childish, is always as attractive as before, but now her eyes are constantly underlined by wide dark circles, her mouth is softer, less firm, like that of a woman who makes love ceaselessly. However, it is in her physical charms that the changes are the most striking.
Her lovely cunt, always carefully kept hairless to give Oliver pleasure, is not the darling little pussy it was when first we saw her. Now, between her long slender thighs, opens a really obscene cunt, which contrasts in brutal fashion with the delicacy of her doll-like body. That hairless vulva expands its plump lips and pink mucous membraneous flesh like a fat slug lighted up by an ardent sun ... as for her bottomhole, a real indecency ... alas, where is the delicate, so narrow little rosette of fearful Michele?
One might say that Oliver has expanded it to his own calibre! A few months of daily buggerings, and now between her buttocks, her anus is as dilated as a vulva placed too far back. The most surprising thing is the species of characteristic bulging out demonstrated by a part of the intestine which emerges at least three inches in concentric ring; his enormous cock has completely deformed and dug out her bottomhole, and now one better comprehends the look of fatigue on her charming face.
However, Michele has adapted herself to this kind of thing and, incredible as it may seem, when one recalls her earlier repugnance at sodomy, she now manages to enjoy it and even to experience orgasm through her bottom. It's true that with such a teacher, one learns a good deal! Besides, though the entry of his monstrous phallus makes her always suffer, Oliver uses her only from behind, so to speak, and as he is always in rut, he buggers his little pupil one, two and even three times in the same day ... no wonder she has circles under her lovely eyes!
For the moment, it's with meritorious application that Michele puts all her heart into sucking her lover's voluminous cock, and to see her lovely face empurpled to the ears, it seems she takes a good deal of pleasure from it too. With full mouth she sucks the thick staff of his flesh, her lips slip in a slow go-and-come along his prick, and in her efforts to please her lover, Michele sometimes manages to take almost half his organ in her mouth, a not inconsiderable feat!
At times, she's obliged to release it to regain her breath, but above all to solace her overly distended jaws, and with her face posed over his belly, she caresses with her cheeks and nose his saliva-gleaming penis. Then, with a gentle shove of his hand to warn her what he wishes, she mouths again his mighty phallus which parts her lips and whose swollen tip buries to her very larynx. Her warm saliva runs down along his cock to his enormous balls, wetting them too. He lets this be done passively, gasping and panting with pleasure, knowing that this excites his beautiful sucker. Michele abandons her work a short moment to raise her head to her master and ask in a husky voice, "It's getting hard."
"Yes ... yes ... go on sucking!" he gasps, shoving away her face, pushing it with his hand towards his penis, which oscillates like a metronome and from whose tip now pearls a thick milky drop.
With a little growl of pleasure, Michele ingurgitates her virile organ again, and in a regular shaking of her lovely head recommences to suck, while she frigs the part of his cock that her mouth cannot take. "Aaaa ah ... ahhh! ... t ... there it is ... it's coming ... suck ... suck ... it's coming ... it's coming ... aaahhh ... ahh ... suck!" Oliver groans and gasps, his body jerking as if he were about to explode; suddenly he grips her hair and with a long cry of joy discharges into her mouth, while she sucks frenziedly while trying to swallow without choking on the thick jets of sperm.
Little by little, he resumes a calmer bearing, while panting with pleasure, but he had laid his thighs over her shoulders, and Michele, knowing how he loves to remain thus after orgasm, keeps him in her mouth but without stirring, simply to hold him warmly and give him time to waken anew for newer games. Long moments pass thus in immobility langorous, lascivious...
Then Michele feels in her mouth his organ stiffen, return to life. She gives one or two swipes of her sly tongue, but he swings his thighs apart and releases her from the bizarre pose.
"To put me in form, you're going to give me a trip around the world, eh, my darling?" he declares with a vicious smile, drawing her to him and kissing her mouth still warm from his cock.
He gets on all fours, lowering his head, bottom aloft. Michele, who makes proof of a docility worthy of eulogy kneels behind her capricious master, and parts his buttocks to unveil the ambery orifice in that dark hairy crevice. His thick muscular bottomhole contracts under the fine hairs which aureole it as in a greedy call to her tongue. With the tips of her fingers, she separates the edges of the crease to expose the pink entry of her anus, and over those shivering crinkly surfaces she poses her tongue anointed with warm saliva and in a slow movement, turning and twirling, tries to bury the tip of her tongue in his rectum as he moans with bliss. Under that humid suction and the titillating of her hardened tongue, his anus open ... he utters groans under the exquisite sensation which her lecherous mouth procures, and his penis has regained all his exaggerated vitality! Michele passes her hand between per professor's thighs, and after slyly weighing his balls in her palms, closes her fingers round the gnarled cylinder of his cock which starts like a living animal. "It's good?" she murmurs questioningly, anxious to satisfy her lord and master.
But at his growl, she applies wide sweeps of her tongue along his bottomcrease, before lowering her face again all humid with sweat and saliva to lick his heavy balls. She even tries to take them in her mouth but they are truly too voluminous; then she raises her face quickly to his anus and poses her mouth over it, sucking in her breath violently, which draws a groan from Oliver. "Stop, stop, you filthy little slut, you'll make me spend ... stop," he orders in a raucous voice, ramming his bottom backwards. "You seem to like that, eh, you little pig?" he asks, turning to Michele. "Oh, yes indeed," she laughs, wiping her face on the covers. "However you will remember all the thrashings I had to administer to you before you'd consent to suck my bottom?"
"I've made progress ... was it good ,then?"
"Of course! Look how hard my prick is! Would you believe it would be like this if your trip hadn't been successful? Now, my little pussykins, I'm going to reward you, so stretch out and let me see your pretty little crack!"
Michele hastens to lie down and widely spreads her thighs to expose her hairless vulva to his perverse gaze, he contemplates the yawning sex while he caresses his heavy shaft slowly with a hand. After a few moments' examination, he states with a tone of strange satisfaction: "Your cunt resembles that of a lovely little mare's."
As he says this, he lets go of his cock and leans towards Michelle's thighs, the while she yawns them the wider to please him.
He plays with the thick naked lips a bit before opening them and drawing them to each side like two quarters of an orange. Out of its cowl, the little clitoris stands its red, turgescent tip like a miniature penis placed at the top of the rosy humid vent, which widens towards the base up to the distended opening of the vagina.
Oliver poses his lips on her already moistened slit and begins to lick and suck her cunny ... an expert at gentle sucking is Oliver ... sometimes his widely open mouth absorbs in a strong in-breath all her sex, sometimes his hardened tongue digs rhythmically like a prick into her moist sheath, sometimes his lips clench round the clitoris and stretch it out to ultimate ... under those exasperating caresses, Michele writhes and groans like a woman about to have a child. Her vulva, dampened by saliva and pussy juice opens and closes in nervous convulsions like those of a woman in total rut ... finally, in a long shrieking clamor, she exhales her unbearable voluptuousness and steeps his face in a flood of wet, slightly viscous warmth, her thighs tightly clutched round his neck. He disengages himself, wipes his mouth, then orders her in a tone without reply: "Now prepare yourself to receive me, my charming one!" She lifts to him a gaze still haggard from pleasure, then with a fatigued air she opens a drawer from the night table and takes out a half-empty tube of vaseline. She begins to open the tube when his hand interposes-"No, no vaseline." She starts, regarding him with fright this time. "Oh, no, no, I beg of you, not dry ... it ... it hurts too much!"
"I didn't say dry, but I want you to suck me afterwards, so it's better that you use saliva alone ... unless you love vaseline?" he chuckles. "To suck you-oh, no, no, I beg of you, no!"
"Listen, it's for you to choose, whether you suck k me afterwards, or otherwise, dry!" And he added, sternly: "Well? What do you prefer ... you say nothing? Good, then prepare yourself with saliva! You'll suck my cock when I bugger you. It's several times now that I've wanted to subject you to this kind of regalia, but each time you carry on ridiculously! This evening I've had enough of your nonsense, and you are going to suck my cock when I pull it out of your behind or else I'll bugger you dry and I ask you to believe you'll regret that, Michele my beauty!
Michele emits a few feeble protests, but the poor girl is well aware that she must yield and accept the obscene caprice is she does not wish to waken Oliver's sadistic instincts.
So with a great sigh of resignation she prostrates herself before him and begins to anoint his organ with saliva, by means of long swirls of her tongue which start at his belly and go along the enormous shaft to end at the gnarled, gleaming tip, which looks like an enormous mushroom rudely cleft by the slit whence flows his virile seed. When the thick virility is well lubricated, Michele then places herself on all fours on the bed, and in a tender gesture puts her fingers in her mouth, then, putting her hand behind her, delicately anoints the distended bottomhole so as to ease the entry of the enormous visitor, then she raises her behind and bows her head and bosom down to await the impalement.
Kneeling behind his beautiful nude pupil. Oliver holds her solidly by her hips and points her tool towards the circular cleft, the while mentally astounded that such a morsel as his can definitely be swallowed up without bursting the feminine rosette. The meatus tip prods against the ambery-rosy orifice and with slow irresistible pressure begins to seek inwards ... despite her experience in this kind of exercise, Michele begins to groan plaintively. It does not solve matters for her that her bottomhole is by now well gouged out:-his penis is truly too broad to penetrate easily without hurting her, however, she forces herself to offer and open her cleft as much as possible to facilitate the entry.
Slowly his tip disappears into her distended rectum ... a rectum distended five times its normal dimension ... all around the anus, entirely shoved back towards the interior of the behind, the skin of the buttocks adheres tightly to the enormous muscular cylinder which penetrates by tiny prodding. The stretching of her anus causes a painful burning to poor Michele, who bursts into stifled plaints, for , she bites her lips so as not to weep. Oliver grips her with both arms tightly round her belly and draws her brusquely towards him, while pushing onward.
A few moments of immobility during which the anus resists this infraction; then brutally all his cock is engulfed in her bowels, and Michele cannot suppress a wild howl of suffering. But this time she is impaled to his balls ... she had the approximation of 25 centimeters into her bottom, and is suffocated by it, poor Michele ... she feels delved into up to her nipples!
Half lying on her like a stallion bestriding his mare, Oliver remains motionless an instant to accustom her to the presence of the enormous cock which pierces her little hole; then little by little begins to move gently back and forth. The firsts essays reawaken the burning caused by the entry, and make beautiful naked Michele groan; but soon the first pain of that awful stretching begins to wane and her anus, adapting itself to his enormous dimensions, accepts the heavy burden with relative ease.
Her face flat on the bed by now, her hands clutching the sheets, Michele lets herself be buggered with dull gasps and groans each time his monstrous prick delves into her entrails ... the excessive distension and the constant rubbing of the sphincter mucuouses begin to tear throbbing gasps and groans which define the dawn of Mi-chele's amorous pleasure.
As for Oliver, erect now on his knees, he contemplates, with eyes shining with vice, his huge cock entering and emerging rhythmically from her anus. What excites him most is hearing the kind of squishy cadence which accompanies each plunge of his tool and above all of seeing the curved, fluted rim of her bottomhole protrude out of her behind when his organ withdraws ... the image of a large, fleshy-lipped pink mouth sucking a thick sausage.
His belly smacks dully against her buttocks humid with sweat, his heart quickens at the thought that he will force the girl to lick his penis clean when he has finished sodomizing her and this idea causes him so great a joy that he cannot differentiate enough between its future prospect and his present ecstasy.
With a savage withdrawal, he pulls out his penis ... congested by that friction and anointed with her fecal matter along a good third of its length. His most depraved instincts rejoice; he plants himself on his knees before her face, crawling round to her. "Here," he orders in a hoarse voice trembling with ignoble lust, "here, you little slut, suck!"
Unfortunate Michele makes a grimace of revulsion and begins to plead: "No! Oh ... n ... no, Oliver, I beg of you ... I plead with you ... it's too frightful ... no, it's too f ... filthy ... d ... don't force me to it. I implore you-"
"Suck! Suck at once, or else you go to the cellar room and I shall summon the director-then you can guess what will happen!"
And, devouring her contorted face with blazing eyes, he adds, "Suck, you pig! After all, it's your fault ... if you'd kept yourself clean instead of being a big baby, you wouldn't have put my cock in this state ... now, clean it with your tongue, that's all you have to do-do it!"
Weeping with shame, choosing the lesser of two evils, Michele slowly begins to lick his brownish-coated phallus. He avidly watches each of her grimaces, rejoices to see her obeying with such visible repugnance, while long tears run down her cheeks, to fall on his swollen ramrod. When his penis had regained its dark pink natural shade, he pushes back her weeping face, resumes his place behind her, to continue the tasty buggering, Parting her buttocks, he chuckles with cruel joy to see her swollen and brownish-red anus emerge partly opened as if impatiently awaiting the return of his perforator.
This time, entry is quite easy. Her bottomhole, well ensuppled, widens compliantly and gobbles voraciously the big humid tube, which disappears completely in the potent suction of her entrails. This is buggering in all its exciting bestiality. Michelle welcomes each dig of his cock inside her hole with moaning cries and groans of joy.
The room is filled with a confused noise made by the grindings of the bed, the pantings of the girl, the gasps of Oliver and the thick smack of his belly against her taut bare bottom.
A sort of mucous surrounds the gaping anus; the in and out movement of his penis quickens, becomes deeper, more brutal ... Michele is shaken by the thrusts of the enormous organ ... in the grip of her anal eroticism, she shakes her loins jerkily backwards to impale herself the more profoundly ... her cries are transformed into a moan interspersed with maddened sighs and at a last still more violent shake of her loins-met by a furious dig forward from her assailant-ends in a long sob of voluptuousness which mingles with the cries of ruttish joy exhaled by Oliver who attains his own orgasm ... long moments of panting stupor permit " the two lovers, buried in one another, to regain their senses ... then Oliver, his penis still burrowed to her entrails' depths, kneels up slowly, pulling out, then lying on his back near her, her fatigued face smiling vaguely at him, he shows his half-limpened tool, now beslimed by her excrement as well as his own seed, "Come, clean it for me, ugly little bitch," he orders, smiling sardonically, "regale yourself, my beauty!"
Already less rebuffed than at first, and above all to avoid a punishment which would instantly rebuke her disobedience, Michele takes his tool between two fingers and performs the debasing ritual ... so let us leave her to this surprising task and cast an eye on the other lovely boarders of the chateau...
CHAPTER FIVE
This room we approach intrigues us ... little enervated laughs emerge from it ... let's open the door very, very softly ... oh, what a charming tableau ... how its charm changes from the obscene bestiality we just saw in Oliver's room ... in this young girl's room, all gaily caparisoned with silk and lighted by two ceiling incandescents from which are diffused a rosy light, Monica and her friend Brigitte give themselves up to Sappho's tender games. Entirely naked, the two lovely girls cover each other with kisses and caresses, cooing like two lovely doves. The scene is graceful to extreme, and has piquant contrast between brunette Monice and almost blonde Brigitte.
While Monica, a gentle brunette with blue eyes and the little body of an ehpebian, reveals the bosom of a doll and has a raven-black love mane so thick it invades the groove between her buttocks, and is as hairy as a young boy's, Brigitte offers to her friend's amorous embraces her clear nudity ornated by a fawn-hued fur and two adorable long pendant breasts with pale rosy tips. Between her opened thighs, there stiffens a clitoris of such dimensions one would take it for a tiny boy-child's penis, which may explain her immoderate love for Lesbian caprices. At the moment, she is intoxicated as she sucks the little arrogant breasts of her dear friend, like those of a virgin. "Shall I suck you, dear?" Monica asks in a little-girlish voice, "may I suck your sweet little cocky?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, love, yes, suck me ... let me feel your soft lips round my little cocky ... yes, darling friend, suck me, ooh, do it quickly!"
Our two turtledoves are either courageous or made to defy the authority of their director and master, without even thinking of the punishment this forbidden game might well cost them. Indeed, the director of Ariel Boarding School has issued a little regulation concerning pupils' conduct and formally forbids their allowing one another the slightest intimate caress which he himself does not authorize. This, to monopolize for his pleasure alone and that of the two professors and accomplices, the amorous ardor of his beautiful pupils. But tonight, doubtless carried away by their girlish temperaments and excited by the raging storm on the countryside, Brigitte and Monica have apparently remained oblivious to the commands of Henri ... stretched out on the bed, arms crossed behind her head, Brigitte, her sweet thighs yawning, offers her lovely cunt to Monica's caresses, the latter on her knees on the bed, burying her brunette head between those twitching thighs..."Yes ... suck me ... I want it so badly ... oooooh, darling, how good it is ... ahh, you do me such good ... oooooh, your tongue ... suck suck ... ooh, my angel ... suck me. Ahh ... stop . . w-wait ... I don't want to come too fast ... ah ... ahhhhh!"
But Monica continues her task, heedless of the moaning cries of her dear friend. Her rosy tongue, agile and wriggling, comes and goes all over Brigitte's muff, digging into the softness of the vagina, drawing out briskly, leaving the girl to writhe, only to come back a few moments later more amorously than ever, to titillate and greedily suck the vibration stem of that red, shining clitoral erection ... while sucking, Monica gently caresses the groin and belly with her fingertips, procuring Brigitte an indelible delight ... the room is filled with sighs and moans of voluptuousness from beauteous Brigitte's trembling mouth, as she writhes on the sheets, yawning her bare thigh the more to permit complete possession of her wanton pussy.
These exclamations from her friend inflame Monica, who, her lovely backside arching up high in the air and insolently waggling at each of her movements, finishes off her superb gamahuching by breathing-sucking into her mouth the stiffened clitoris, nibbling, licking, biting it slyly, till under this expert procurement an abundant flood of lovegush seeps along the inflamed vulva and trickles out to Monica's own mouth. At the very instant Brigitte mounts to pussy-paradise, the door opens violently and Raymond appears, clad in a Bordeaux satin dressing gown with black belt and hems. Petrified with fear and surprise, the two beauties remain motionless, hardly thinking of modifying their indecent pose. Still in their aura of bliss, in their nude disarray, they sigh with relief ... it's Raymond and not the terrible Henri ... with Raymond, one isn't always sure ... sometimes, if one's nice to him, he looks the other way. However, at the moment, his brows are knitted and his face crispened with anger as he denounces them, clutched in each other's arms. "Pigs!. Filth! Ah, you couldn't wait to see me, little whores! So it wasn't enough for you, what happened all during the day! It's hardly worth the effort watching over you ... as soon as we turn our backs we find you at cuntsucking-well, since that's the case, I mark down both your names on the punishment book and tomorrow morning you'll explain this to the director."
But the two girls groaning with terror, leap out of bed and fall at his feet to beg pardon in tears, imploring him not to inform Henri, oh above all not that!
"Oh, yes, dear Master, dear Raymond, don't tell him anything, we'll be very good to you, but out of pity, don't tell him, be merciful," Brigitte supplicates, clasping her lovely bare arms around his knees.
"Yes, yes, we'll be very nice, you'll see, we'll make your lovely big cock ever so happy if you only spare us," Monica adds, pale in her fear that she may not convince him to soften his heart. Raymond eyes them both at his feet and a mocking smile curves his full lips. "And why shouldn't I tell the director?"
"He's too cruel," they both exclaim simultaneously, "he'd punish us horribly!"
"That, my pretties, you ought to have thought of before giving yourselves up to this cute little nonsense, eh? It's a bit late now, don't you think?"
However, he does not protest when Brigitte opens the folds of his dressing robe and begins to kiss his cock daintily. The lovely girl raises his warm supple organ, and, drawing back on the thick cap-cowl of the foreskin, uncovers the thick dark meatus whose satiny skin shines a little in the light. Knowing his tastes, she begins to lick the big tip whose potent odor fills her nostrils and anoints it with her warm saliva. While she thus wakens his potent virility, her lovely comrade is not idle either, for she too yearns to be pardoned.
Seeing that Brigitte has taken pains to cajole his cock, she kneels behind him and, lifting up the robe, denudes his muscular behind. Then, posing her lovely hands on his buttocks after rolling up the robe tightly in stay in place, she parts them and uncovers the very hairy groove; Monica must, so hairy is it, literally "comb" the hairs away on each side to bare the round slit, wrinkled like the chalice of a strange velvety-brownish flower.
With the tip of her stiffened tongue she wanders over it, then tickles with rapid licks till she feels the lips-contracted and tight at first-opening and welcoming her tongue, which now begins to dig inside the rosette. He allows himself to be adored, panting with pleasure under their communal efforts.
Spreading his legs to accord them both better application, he holds onto the back of a chair he draws to him, and half squats obscenely ... his massive penis now fills Brigitte's complaisant mouth to choking, and his anus sucks in with convulsive tightening Monica's tongue, the latter's crimsoned lovely face completely buried between his hairy buttocks. Now he has a new caprice; with a savage recoil of his behind, he repulses Monica ... Then, drawing Brigitte to him and making her turn, he clings to her, her back and buttocks forced against his lean belly and muscular torso. "Spread your legs, he orders; she hastens to obey, thinking he wishes to take her thus standing from behind. But that is not his intention; he slips his big cock against her slit but without penetrating her, which makes his big organ stick out five good inches beyond her pubis ... it looks as if Brigette were endowed with a strange penis, very short but enormous. Now grabbing both her breasts, Raymond pivots on his heels and turns facing Monica, who still kneels on the rug, not sure what is expected of her. "Now, my pullet, suck," he orders, forcing his belly forward to thrust his cocktip out the more between Brigitte's bare legs; "there, you little pig, since you seem to like it, regale yourself ... you've a cunt and a prick at the same time ... you see how I spoil you!"
Understanding now what is desired of her, Monica clamps her open mouth on the morsel of phallus passing under her friend's belly and, gripping with both outstretched arms the four legs planted before her, begins to lick and suck copiously the two sexual organs thus joined in narrow conjunction amid the furry mane of Brigitte's pussy.
To her lingual adroitness, not respond the groans of pleasure emitted by Raymond and the pained gasps of Brigitte, whose breasts are cruelly being pinched and stretched and kneaded by the sadistic professor.
However, despite the originality of the pose and the joy he feels in tightening against him Brigitte's warm plump naked body and of torturing her sweet little breasts, while his other pupil sucks him with all her mouth, Raymond does not wish to conclude his pleasure in this novel manner.
He wishes to penetrate them. He wishes to enter his big cock into the burning cunny of both his victims, so he breaks their erotic chain to combine a new pose, still more exciting.
This time, he leads them to the bed and makes Brigitte stretch out first, placing her across the bed, buttocks on the edge of the mattress, legs parted and dangling down onto the rug. Then, Monica must mount the bed and lie on her companion, mouth to mouth, belly to belly, legs also dangling down. In this pose, both cunts are exactly one above the other ... pink slit embroidered with chestnut, dominated by the deep vulva shrouded by black lovefur ... this is what he seeks, now placing himself between their legs standing at the edge of the bed, ready to impale them in turn. First, a good shove of legs his loins, and his organ probes from behind into the tight vagina of Monica, who emits the abandoned groan of a young slut roused to bliss. Enlaced by her companion, she lets herself be fucked, groaning and wriggling on the sheets. A few thrust to open her tightened cunny, then he emerges and, aiming a bit lower, digs deep into the humid welcoming hole of charming Brigitte. Now he is well placed and he gives a few thrusts lower down, two or three above ... two or three down ... two or three up, having the unusual ecstasy of tasting at the same time two of the most delicious quivering cunts in the world ... his penis stickled with Brigitte's lovejuices plunges with an obscene squish into the stretched cunny of Monica, to emerge a bit later and return, stickier still, into Brigitte's vagina, burying into that delicious love-site to his balls. The two girls, their vulvas well proffered, let themselves be fucked while they kiss passionately and use their tongues, while lying over them and crushing them with all his weight Raymond fucks them furiously, panting an unleashed satyr: "There ... it's coming ... I'm spending ... take it all, little sluts, there ... and there ... and there ... ahhhhhh!"
Each cunny receives its just due of gismic spurt, but in the intense excitement of the orgasm and amid the moanings of bliss, he does not always resheath himself at first thrust, and some of his virile bubbling seed plashes against their thighs and buttocks.
Lying inert a long moment over their panting, crushed bare bodies, he regains his senses, his penis burrowed into Monica's cunny, and drawing out, he goes to the bathroom to cleanse ... when he returns, they are still lying together, as if asleep, and without untwining, turn their pleasure-marked faces to him to smile at him, with a slow, uncertain smile, each hoping, she had won her pardon thus. "Very nice, my two pussies," he declares, resuming his robe, "you're two charming lovers when you wish to be ... good night, my dolls, sleep well now..."
He is near the door and is ready to go out when a cruel smile lightens his face, that of a Greek athlete: "Sleep well, for you'll need it. You must be in good form tomorrow to explain in front of the director how it is that I found you acting like two little bitches!" And without waiting to hear their laments and protests, he goes out laughing over the fine trick he played on them, leaving them to hope to the very last second that he had pardoned their sin ... poor Brigitte and Monica, abandoned to their terror and tears ... but, well, after all, so much the worse for they, they knew they were being naughty!
Now, at the end of the long dark hallway, what's that light silhouette opening a door ... a darling little phantom, one would say ... why, it's Lulu, in a Jong skyblue nightie!
She's scratching discreetly at the director's door ... let's go in with her. ... what amorality, with a little girl ... but these are the morals at Ariel, you see...
She enters on tiptoe, on her dainty bare feet, and like nice little girl she is, closes the door behind her, but as she turns, a gasp of astonishment nails to where she stands before the tableau offered to her innocent eyes. Henri is there, in an armchair opposite the door. He is stark naked, his mighty penis in full erection sticks out insolently between his spraddled legs, which he swung over each arm of the chair in a frightfully obscene pose. With one indolent hand, he caresses his penis and the big hairy balls ... what a sight for a fourteen-year-old girl! However, it doesn't seem to disturb him, he smiles at the youngster and she, blushing with shame, stammers in her sweet young clear voice;
"G ... good evening, ... Uncle ... y ... you told me to come to see you at nine, but I forgot a little ... please pardon me, I beg of you," she adds with a voice that trembles a little. Indeed, he insists that she call him Uncle, which satisfies his cerebrality and gives the illusion of incest in perverting a lovely little niece, even one born of his fecund imagination. "It seems to me you're late, my little rabbit, and you know I don't like to be kept waiting!"
"Oh, Uncle, I swear to you that I didn't do it on purpose, I forgot, it's true-"
"Good, all right, come here, my treasure ... look at the cute plaything to amuse you."
"Oh, Uncle," timidly the little girl protests, covering her face with both hands, "Oh, it makes me ashamed."
"Come, come now, my little bitch, don't act the innocent little virgin ... it's not the first time you've seen my prick, eh! Come, approach and kiss it at once!"
With the tiny little grimaces of a virginal spirit, the little girl approaches the armchair and leans over his enormous sexual appendage. With the edge of her lovely rosy lips she brushes the big darkish meatus and the thick column of his shaft, furrowed by bluish turgid veins.
"My balls too, kiss my balls ... no wait ... first take off your nightie, it's be more exciting!"
Docilely she grabs her nightie, at the hem and pulls it over her head. Darling Lulu has an adorably moulded body, lissom and with the milky-carnation skin of true redheads. Her exquisite scent bosom comprises two already round breasts firm and curved like little apples; her slightly rounded belly curves in towards the pubis, which is very prominent and which sports not the slightest sprig or hair or down, for, at his order, Michele is ordered to extirpate her carefully at the slightest appearance of superfluous pussy down. He wishes her bare cunny to make her still more a little girl so he may always keep intact the impression of violating a tender little virgin ... a Lolita-nymphet so to speak! She has all the charms of a little woman, for even if her legs and arms are a little frail still, by contrast she has a darling round plump saucy bottom, a real regalia! The sight of that charmingly adolescent body is enough to rouse him furiously; so, taking his heavy cock between two fingers, like an enormous cigar he shows it shamelessly to the little girl. "Look, my little bitch, see how hard I am! You've made me this way, so come, my heart, you're going to frig me!"
Without showing the slightest fear at the sight of his monstrous organ, Lulu smiles teasingly and kneels before the armchair, where the 50-year-old director, sprawled with legs over the arms of the chair, offers her his stallion's membrane, Her thin white hands pose on the enormous sex and slowly begin to frig him with a skill and good will denoting long habitude for this sport ... it's easy to guess that her "Uncle Henri" has already given her similar lessons. "Moisten your hands to make them softer," he counsels, in a voice raucous with pleasure.
Docilely she licked her hands, then spits into her palms before resuming her shameful masturbation. She takes the tool with both hands and puts such application to her task, that her bosom and head jerk as she follows the jerky movements of her frigging. "Kiss it now and suck it a little," he orders, drawing her face towards his hugely opened thighs.
Lulu now leans over his hairy belly, and posing her fleshy lips on his thick cock, covers it with hurried little kisses before opening her mouth wide to absorb the big burning tip. Her sweet face, contorted by the gasping of her lips and the swelling of her cheeks, now begins to move and glide slowly up and down along the enormous tube. After some such moments, her saliva begins to run all along his cock, which gleams and so do the heavy testicles which oscillate heavily between his straddled thighs.
But the thickness and length of his projectile are too exaggerated for her little girl's mouth and hardly a third of his apparatus painfully burrows between her lips, her cheeks being crimsoned, half stifled as she is, her jaws aching. He begins to pant and gasp, and taking her silky red hair in his hands, he tears her off his cock to hold back orgasm ... he wishes to hold back, though he feels his balls full of bursting sap. So, leaving the obscene pose, lifting her up, he kisses her mouth still warm and perfumed by the strong spicy scent of his cock, then fixes her with severe gaze: "Now, little vixen, thus you arrive an hour late without an excuse! You know what that merits! It's a pity, but I'm obliged to punish you, my treasure. You should have come ten minutes or even a quarter of an hour late, I could have excused you ... but a good hour's lateness-that's unforgiveable!"
"Oh, Uncle, no, no, I beg of you, pardon me this time, I swear I'll pay attention, I shan't ever be late again."
"Ta ta ta ta, little rationalizer, no use, you've earned punishment, and punished you shall be ... come here!"
Taking her by the hand, he drags her towards the bathroom near his room, and once there, disregarding her terrified pleas, he ties her wrists with the cord of a bathrobe. When the young orphan has her hands bound, he fixes them to a porcelan hook high enough so that she must stand on the tips of her dainty bare little toes ... already, big tears are running down her pretty face, convulsed by fear. For a moment, he presses himself against her naked body, crushing her against the white tile wall ... his big cock thrusts against her buttocks, he kisses her dainty ears and graceful neck, murmuring obscenities, then without concerning himself over her sobs, he goes to the washbowl and wets a towel. Rolling it a bit to make a thick wet cord of it, and approaching her, he raises his arm and flackk flackkflackk he begins to flog her; the wet linen smacks wickedly over her rounded bottom-cheeks. Suffocated by the cold wetness of the towel and furiously spanked, the little girl emits agonized cries under the violent smacks which fall with pitiless violence over her bottom and lovely shaking thighs. Her behind, whose skin is prickled by gooseflesh, becomes covered by long purplish streaks each time the wet towel clacks over the bare flesh. The girl shrieks, sobs, cries with all her heart, so cruel is the punishment. Her strength abandoning her, she can no longer keep on the tips of her toes, and hangs all her weight from her bound wrists. Behind her, his penis savagely erect as a demon's, superexcited by her wild screams, Henri flagellates her scarlet backside furiously ... each time the towel whacks her seat his big cock jumps in the air ... what a refined pleasure for a flagellant like him to assuage his passion on so charming a fledgling like Lulu!
He has naught to fear; he can whip her without the least worry, for she belongs to him, he bought her from the orphanage and may enjoy her all night if he so wishes.
The poor little girl, ravaged by sobs and gasps of pain, shrieks and implores her horrible "Uncle" to stop, that she hurts too much, she begs pardon, she will obey henceforth, yes, yes oh please have mercy, she will be on time, but if he'd only stop whipping her-
But-flack-flack-flack-flack-the terrible towel keeps flogging her little round bottom-cheeks, now red as two big tomatoes. Finally, feeling her near to fainting, Henri, panting like a rutting donkey, stops. After putting down his improvised whip, he raised his tender victim, shaken by sobs, and untying her hands, carries her in his arms to the bed where he lays her flat on her belly. Sitting near her, he leans over and tenderly kisses the scarlet bottom before parting the two cheeks ... what an adorable backside, with a skin almost diaphanous, tenderly veined in blue, and between the two plump cheeks, in the lilywhite cleft, the pale rosy cleft of her anus. He teases her by prodding it with his little finger, then, lowering his head, licks her viciously all over the cleft. Lulu still sniffles, though a bit less now, and begins to forget the flogging under his expert tonguing ... oh how good it is ... if only her uncle would always do things like that to her instead of being so cruel ... now she feels his tongue descending to her little cunny ... ooooh, it's so good ... to have her better at his disposal, he turns her over on her back and taking her lovely legs, places them on his shoulders. In the adorable opening, all the sexual gape appears to his eyes and touches ... what a darling little cunny ... an exquisite rosy slit ... holding her whipheated bottom-cheeks in both hands, he plunges his mouth into her pussy.
The fresh scent of that young flesh excites him. His tongue roams the velvety surface between her thighs, descends to the edge of the bumhole, returns to the dainty little hairless pussy, then licks over the rounded mount of Venus till it touches the dainty stiffening clitoris. He is a master on sexual matters, and takes little time to cause her to utter stifled little moans, while she clamps his head between her squirming warm thighs. Heated by the hot thrashing, she is now ready to have orgasm fit for a queen, but he wishes also his own pleasure, so, abandoning his licking, and kneeling up, he explains," Now, dear, you'll play horsie!" And he stretches out on the bed, his penis erected in all its massive savagery. She giggles, and mounts over him, astride his big cock. Despite her youth and innocent appearance, she knows the maneuvers, the little scamp. He anoints his organ with saliva, directs it into the rosy gape while she pulls open the soft lips with her fingers ... then, posing his hands on her hips, he makes her sit down on his jelly ... she closes her eyes and squirms her behind ;o impale herself, then courageously takes half of it by sitting down with all her weight, "Oooooooooh! she calls ... she sinks down again, "AAAAAAAH!" a strangled cry escapes her wide open mouth, for he has caught her by the thighs and arched himself up to meet her decent ... a single dig burrows him to his balls ... she is impaled to her navel ... or so at least she feels, for she had absorbed a monstrous apparatus in her 14-year-old cunny!
Now she begins to ride gaily up and down, and he, resting on his elbows to watch better, pants with delight at the sight of her young vulva swallowing up and rejecting his gleaming organ. She soons begins to utter incoherent groans, panting gasps, her eyes revulsing, her lovedew bathing his giant phallus, and tastes orgasm. He feels himself near, seizes her by the hips and forces her to arch and lower in a sort of gallop, she does so like a lifeless doll, eyes haggard, mouth gaping, foaming, without even feeling the jetting bursts of hot seed that lash her vagina amid his shouts of delight, and she sinks down, inert, overtaxed by bliss.
VACATIONS AT THE ARIEL INSTITUTION (Translated from the French, Part Two)
CHAPTER SIX
The day after the unusual night we have just detailed, the charming pensionnaires of the Chateau of Furze sunbathed on the sward which formed the edge of the park. All the darlings stretched out on wide bath towels, entirely naked, babbling gaily.
All of them? No. Brigitte and Monica at this moment are appearing before the director to explain their lack of disciplinary propriety. Assisted by his two acolytes, Henri, leisurely seated in an armchair, contemplates coldly the two young women who stand before him with an air, we must avow, hardly too reassured. They are delicious to behold. Their bosoms moulded out in a cotton blouse and their bottoms sheathed tightly in very short white shorts, long bare legs and pretty feet shod in thong-sandals, they emanate the ardor of youth and the healthful joy of vacation time. Mentally, it is something else again-Henri is speaking:
"Well, little wretches, I've here the punishment notebook before me with the report of your professor Raymond, who marked you down for a punishment. It seems you were amorous last night. Well, speak. I'm waiting. Have no fear, little ones, I authorize you to explain your actions. Go ahead!"
The two young girls look at each other without daring to speak; then Brigitte who knows she is the favorite of her director, decides to stammer in imploring tone: "Oh, dear master, please do pardon us, I beg of you. I don't know what made us lose our heads. Perhaps last night's storm. We didn't really think we were doing bad, I assure you ... it happened in spite of us ... we beg your pardon, and promise never to do such a tiling again without your permission."
Henri listens, visibly pleased to see this beautiful young girl supplicate and implore like a common little child summoned to spanking-time; then he turns to Monica: "And you, my pretty one, did you also lose your head under the storm's influence."
"Ah ... e ... er ... y ... yes ... yes ... Monsieur the director ... b ... but I swear to you we had no intention of offending you. ... I swear to you we shan't do it again ... pardon us, I beg of you."
"Well, gentlemen, you've heard? These dear children have committed a fault but under the influence of the wicked storm. It wasn't their fault at all, these little angels. What do you think, ought we to punish or pardon?" he ironically addresses Oliver and Raymond.
"My dear director," Oliver gravely declares, approved by a nod from his friend, "we sit in judgment, yours is the decision, since these girls have broken your commandments; whatever you decide we will approve unreservedly, Raymond and I."
Henri seems to think a long while, and in order to plunge the two agonized culprits into prolonged suspense, he seems to be undecided on what should be done, while he slyly watches the two girls wringing their hands with apprehension.
Then, having had enough of cat and mouse games, he announces gently: "Since you reserve the right to me to judge these two girls, I believe it preferable that these little ones receive a good lesson, so that such a thing cannot be thought of again by any of our pupils. We're going to have them take a trip to the room, which will permit us to experiment with a new and very amusing instrument which I just got from Hamburg." At these words, which let them foresee painful moments, Brigitte and Monica burst into tears and sink to their knees, clinging to Henri's legs to implore mercy, but he laughingly repulses them, saying, "What's this business of crying for nothing? Once downstairs, you may really cry for a reason! Now, go ahead, lead these whining children to the cellar room, I'll join you at once," he tells the two other professors. And a few minutes later he enters the famous punishment room where his two accomplices and the lovely victims await him, the latter trembling with fear. "Take off your shorts and slips if you're wearing the latter," he tells the two tearful girls, and adds for his friends: "We shall have them do a little teeter-tottering for us."
"Perhaps a good thrashing with the switch would be welcome," Raymond suggests.
"No! No! The whip would be capable of distracting their sensitivity and I wish them to appreciate fully the little plaything I reserve for them. Install me these young ladies on the seesaw!"
Brigitte and Monica are then dragged, their protests and heartrending pleas, towards a strange apparatus. It seems like a child's seesaw. A long polished plank balanced on an axis formed by an enormous block of triangular wood; the only peculiarity is that at each end of the plank which must be about eleven feet long, the seats one usually sees are replaced by two big circles of chrome metal, fashioned a bit like the toilet seat of a W.C. At the order of their mentors, the two charming culprits have to install themselves on this strange seesaw which is maintained on its horizontal plane, since its ends rest on two tabourets. Oliver and Raymond make them sit down on the open circles, and as their bottoms are naked, these luscious rondures are fixed on the open framework as if on the toilet, emerging down and through. Then the two men make them stretch out their legs as far as they can and fetter them with two leather straps before attaching their wrists together to a sort of little handlebar which will assure their balance. "They're ready," the two men announce.
"Very good! These lovely bottoms passing down below are most amusing," Henri comments, approaching with a large package which he begins to unwrap, the frightened gaze of the two girls fixing on it, and they behold him remove two curious objects. "These are like rubber douche pears, but of rather large model," Henri explains; indeed they are, as thick as and more than an inch wide." A good enema, eh?" Raymond asks.
"Not at all, my dear fellow. These are inflating godemiches," said Henri, and when he sees that his friends arch their brows in surprise, he adds, "we shall bury these godemiches in the behinds of these young ladies. It won't be difficult, for their thickness is rather reduced."
"I'd even say it's too thin for the anuses of these darlings, used as they are to accepting better calibre from us," says Oliver perversely.
"Wait, wait, let me finish! I told you these are inflating godemiches; now pressure on the valve gradually inflates it", through movement, while a tiny interior valve keeps the air in the rubber cock ... If the engine is swollen up enough, the godemiche slowly dilates till it has nearly three inches of diameter, and now you'll agree that's not too thin for their lovely backsides!"
"But you'll burst their bottomholes," Raymond is anxious.
"Not at all, dear friend. The phallus is slightly compressible and cannot wound its patients, and then too the anus is not forced all at once, but is dilated progressively, but with all security against rupture ... we'll hear them sing a little, for it's a bit painful.
"Here, each of you take one of these lovely balloon-pears and impale these two little vicious sluts who love to play naughty games!"
Ravished by the prospect of the spectacle they will witness, the two professors burrow into each of the girl's bottomholes the thin rubber penetrator. They utter terrified plaints feeling the long tubes slide by slow pushes into their exposed bottoms; at last the 18 centimeters are swallowed up, and the three men laugh seeing the enormous red rubbed balloons clinging against the bottoms of their tearfully sobbing victims. "Now, away with the tabourets, put the seesaw into movement," Henri commands.
No sooner said than done. The long plank vacillates a little, then begins to tilt more and more quickly till Brigitte, who is on the lowest part sits down with all her weight, with all her buttocks on the enormous pear which is mashed against the floor, thus sending a shoot of air into the artificial penis.
But already the unbalanced seesaw tilts back to the other side, and while Brigitte, her muscles contracting, rises in the air, it is Monica's turn to sink down with full bottom on the big elastic balloon. Thus, each in turn sits on the pear and herself forces in the air which swells the long rubber cock planted into her fundament. Already the artificial phallus attains four centimeters in diameter and the victims begin to feel it opening them and dilating them more and more forcibly. Another dozen tiltings, and the godemiche is now five centimeters thick.
Monica, rather accustomed to sodomy's penetrations and, besides, having a pronounced taste for this game, contents herself by weeping and grimacing under the distension of her bottomhole whose enlarging begins however to be rather painful, but poor Brigitte, whose much tighter anus is sensitive and not at all accustomed to being visited by such large dilators, utters sobbing cries and tries to stop as long as possible that atrocious moment when she must sit down with all her weight on the diabolical pear!
Useless to say that all three men are in a state of rut, all their sadistic instincts at full satisfaction to hear the cries and plaints of the young women and watch their faces grimacing with suffering and rivuleting with tears. The godemiches are now five and a half centimeters wide ... but as they become harder and bigger, the air pressure augments inside and the enormous pears do not project as much air as at the start, which means that the dilation becomes much slower and augments the more the ordeal of the two unfortunate girls.
"Ah, ah, it's less pleasant than to suck pussy without my permission, eh, darlings?" Henri jokes amid the shrill wails of his victims. "I must write my friend in Hamburg and tell him that what he sent me puts me in his debt ... sensational plaything, eh, my friends?"
"Formidable," says Ramond, whose penis is stiff and swollen to maximum.
"It's simply marvelous, I must make my dear Michele taste it soon," Oliver chuckles as he gives a violent shove to the seesaw whose movement has slackened. The enormous rubber tubes are now monstrous, surpassing six centimeters and the shrieks of the two young women impaled by them are frightful ... Bound on their seesaw plank, hands gripping the little handlebar, they utter veritable bellows of agony, inhuman, maddened, and still the thick pears pump air into the terrible dildoes. The girls have the terrible feeling of sitting on a picket fence rail, of having an enormous wooden stake splitting their bottomholes. The suffering due to the atrocious stretching of the rectal sheath is so keen they lose their breath and suffocate as if drowning while the tubes attain their maximum thickness of seven centimeters in diameter! They have dilated the fundament so much one would think the girls had a horse's swollen gigantic penis in their slits.
"I'm sure they won't play that game again," chuckles Henri. "See, dear Raymond, there was no need to use the whip today. Now, the dildoes won't swell any more, but we'll leave these fair charmers an hour on the seesaw, it will do them a world of good!"
The poor darlings don't need this prolongation; their suffering is such that they are half swooning and their shrieks cannot even emerge from their panting throats. They keep uttering dull groans and sobbing nervously each time they sink down with all their weight on the monstrous cylinder which pierces their bottomholes. Yet without the Feast concern for their agony, the inexorable seesaw forces them to impale themselves on the dreadful pears. Always, they rise, descend ... rise ... descend ... what a refined torment, worthy of the sadistic masters of Ariel. And only after a long hour marked off to the last second by the clock are they given respite. Tabourets placed under the ends of the plank, Henri approaches them; they are only two palpitating dolls to be untied, their heads lolling.
Judging that their punishment has lasted long enough, he presses on a tiny valve, and the air slowly, whistlingly, escapes out of the enormous rubber balloon which dwindles little by little to its normal dimensions. However, the bottomholes of our two fair charmers have been subjected to such a dilation that the crinkly, pouting edges of those dainty orifices cannot close normally, and remain half-opened, exposing the pink conduit of the interior into which the red tube disappears. So the two godemiches may be extracted now without any reaction from the overwhelmed lovely young penitents. And of course Oliver and Raymond, the most keenly concerned with this type of torment, have to be the ones who raise from the tight-clamping metal circles the naked bottoms of their lovely victims, then carry them to a divan and stretch them out, while Henri pours two pony glasses of brandy to comfort them a bit. For they must regain their senses enough to appease the three savagely roused males, whose organs shriek for succor now!
However, as the three professors consider the two girls much too fatigued for a prolonged bout of love, they content themselves, this time, mildly, having Brigitte and Monica merely suck them off, till each girl has had three discharges in her panting mouth ... and only then are the two fair Lesbian-addicted lovely captives permitted to seek repose in their room, with an ironic warning from Raymond "not to let me catch you at this sort of sport again, my beauties!" What Machiavellian sadism he has displayed throughout!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The devirginization of charming Ginette is scheduled for Sunday, but this evening after dinner, while the young pupils are playing a Society game, amid laughter and girlish babbling, Henri and his two colleagues, smoking a cigar beautifically, chat on how to end this evening memorably. Two days have passed since the seesaw-it's now Friday-and all has been calm since then, quite surprising when you know the character of our three ardent amateurs of lust!
So they're putting their heads together to discover what they can dream up to appease the erotic fever which they begin to feel keenly. "It's a long while since we've had the pleasure of amusing ourselves with dear Veronica," says Raymond, and it wouldn't at all vex me to spend a time in her company."
"It's a capital idea that, and worthy of still another, for tonight I feel of a mood to plague that charming child a bit," Henri says smilingly, "yet on the other hand little Claudia excites me furiously. Oliver, you say nothing, let's have an opinion, boy!"
"Quite simple-why not bring both to our game room and subject them to a session with the guesquel!"
"Magnificent-it's been an eternity since we amused ourselves with those charming relics! Bring them both and after that we'll have them from both sides. like killing two birds with one stone, eh?"
When the girls finish their game, Henri claps his hands for silence, "Come my darlings, time for bed," he calls. Docilely, the girls put away their playthings and wish him and the other two men goodnight, but as they're about to go into the hall to their rooms, he says, "Claudia and Veronica, stay here-we've a few little things to tell you!" The two girls stop, bewildered, exchanging an anguished glance, while their companions leave the room, whispering and eyeing the two victims with mocking or pitying looks, according to the character of each. When the door closes on the last girl, Henri rises and speaks to both very uneasy beauties. "We're going to take you to the cellar room, to have a bit of fun, but we have no intention of being severe with you. On the condition, needless to say, that you are very obedient ... otherwise, the whip, and the rest-"
Both burst into groans of fright: "But we've done nothing to deserve going there! Oh, no, don't take us there, please, we ... we can stay here, we'll be very good, very nice, but in pity's name, don't take us downstairs!"
"Well now, why all this anxiety when I assure you we're going there only for a little amusement?" Henri mocks them, enchanted to see the effect caused merely by the word "cellar room."
"Oh, but we've done no wrong, it's not right," lovely Claudia, carried away by fear, bursts out.
"Well did you ever! Listen to that one! It's not right, eh? And who are you, little bedwetter, to dictate to me what's right and what isn't, hm? Well, my beauty, I'll satisfy you on that score-so, according to you, you find it unjust that we take you there to play, in a place usually reserved for punishments-do I interpret you aright, Claudia?"
"Ah ... e ... er ... y ... yes ... b ... but-"
"Fine! Fine! In that case, it's quite easy to remedy this pretended injustice. You will receive a good whipping to put your thoughts into better balance, and it will teach you to harangue and discuss with me, you stupid little bitch!"
"Oh, no, no! You've no right, no!"
"Go on, take these two young ladies downstairs, you two," he calls. A few moments later, the three men and the young beauties are locked up in the famous room where orgies have their wonted lieu. To begin with, the girls have to strip naked at Henri's command. As he puts it, "it will be easier for us to occupy ourselves with them thus."
The men do as much and soon the tall mirrored walls reflect five nude bodies ready for every unleashed erotic whim. Three voluntarily, two, alas, under compulsion. Already roused at the notion of tormenting the two beautiful victims, the three men fetter them curiously, in a way worthy of their sadistic sensuality.
Claudia and Veronica are placed face to face, bosom to bosom, belly to belly, cunt to cunt. To merge them lasciviously, a thick leather belt is buckled round their waists; Veronica's wrists are bound to Claudia's, their arms are then raised above their heads and attached in turn to a cord passing through a ceiling pulley. And thus they are readied for sacrifice.
Raymond approaches the wall where, on a panel, are fixed numerous electric switches and with a certain gesture, he lowers a copper handgrip. At once the purring of a motor is heard, the pulley begins to turn; the cable rises towards the ceiling, and slowly the two naked girls, hung by their wrists, are drawn off the floor, uttering screams of pain and fright. Their extended legs desperately flail empty air, seeking uselessly a point of support, and they are balanced already some 50 centimeters off the floor when Raymond cuts the electrical contact.
Without heeding the frightened plaints of their two beautiful pupils, the three sadists prepare, their huge organs already swollen with anticipation. "We'll warm their behinds a bit, but whip them only on the backside and the plump parts of their thighs," Henri orders, passing out three supple wicker rods. As if to give example, he applies a violent lash across the posterior rotundities of beautiful Veronica, who utters a strident cry, to which replies a shriek from lovely Claudia, whose head falls back as she feels Oliver's rod strips her bare bottom ferociously. The word thus given, the three professors begin to whip the tender bottoms of their lovely captives, who writhe, twist, turn and kick, shrieking at full voice. Faces contracted with suffering, cheeks wet with tears, mouths yawning in agonized plaintsat each stroke, Claudia and Veronica, rubbing against each other, kicking the air and sobbing useless prayers to be untied, to be spared the lashing, endure the start of their martyrdom.
They hurt so, the poor dears. Their lovely arms are cruelly stretched by the weights of their revolving, swaying, kicking bodies under the lashes which make them suffer so atrociously ... oh Lordie, their tender behinds and soft thighs are frightfully striped with long livid traceries, how they hurt! Yet their tormentors show no mercy; on the contrary, the lashes redouble in violence with no pity for those beautiful red, burning bottoms. Under the frightful bites of the thin wicker birches, the girls' bottom-cheeks contract desperately as if to escape the next stroke, then by a strange reaction which cannot be controlled, their bottoms seem to separate, open widely, like a suffocating mouth.
Thus the anus and the back of the vulva are widely uncovered in that yawning valley, and the three men have been waiting for this physical reaction and pitilessly let their long switches leap into the sensitive opening. The switch in full fury strikes the sensitive ring of the protruding anus and the tender cunt lips, tearing from the two unfortunate girls mad yowlings. The terrible whipping lasts a horrible fifteen minutes before the director and his aides decide to interrupt their infernal pastime.
Oliver manipulates a switch and the pulley rope lowers the girls, but they are in such torment that they are half-fainting and roll on the floor in a co-mingling of agitated pink flesh that starts and writhes convulsively and from which are emitted hysterical sobs.
The three men unfetter them, give them each a glass of whiskey to restore them. But all is far from over. Now follows the second act of the evening.
Raymond and Oliver are occupied around a wide table, like a billiard table, covered with black leather, while the director prepares the new instruments of pleasure. He takes out of a leather coffer the famous dildo-guesquel which he earlier had referred to. A curious implement is this, indeed, the godemiche by itself is in the shape of a good-sized cock, but without exaggeration as to dimensions. But the singularity of the device lies in the fact that, apart from the lissome and widely broad tipped penis, it is entirely covered with a sort of prickly fur, very much like the kind you find on a bottle-brush. This bizarre hirsuteness is formed by hairs about two centimeters long whose texture has been carefully treated so that their rigidity will not become too excessive (which would make the tender mucous membranes of the vagina bleed) but yet stiff enough to constantly tickle the vulva and vagina until loveflow lowers them and makes them lie along the body of the artificial penis. Moreover, all round the big meatus-semblance of this artificial organ, in the perfectly imitated slit of the tip, the famous guesquel has been applied: a crowning made of hairs from a white mule, five centimeters long, which gives the entire apparatus the look of a doll wearing a Pierrot collar! Henry approaches the girls lying on the divan, explaining to them that each in turn must ravish the other with this charming toy.
Claudia, who does not know the instrument, regards it openmouthed with incredulous eyes and a grimmace of revulsion on her finely chiseled features, which are still marked by traces of tears; but Veronica who, of longer sojourn at the Ariel school, has already had occasion to appreciate the nature of the guesquel-cock, licks her lips mechanically, at once uneasy and fearful. "You shall play the man's role to start, Veronica. Come here so I can turn you into a boy, my beauty. You Claudia, go down there, your masters will place you as is proper to taste the pleasures of this Indian pego!"
Though all her being contracts with terror at the unknown fantasy, Claudia docilely lets herself be stretched out on the cold black leather; then they fix her wrists to two guves soldered into the surface of this special table. Then Oliver and Raymond make her spread her legs and bind them, hugely yawned apart, to the lower corners of the table. Thus immobilized and widely spread, the young beauty resembles a tender virginal victim ready to be immolated at some pagan ritual! But ... she is hardly a virgin, as we know.
All this while, Henri, using the thin straps of the supporter, fixes the special godemiche in a good place at the junction of charming Veronica's thighs, and now she looks like a lovely girl-boy, with a fine penis sticking out ahead of her, fringed by its white stiff hairs of the Amazonian guesquel.
The three men aid her to climb onto the work-table, and, knowing what is expected of her, the young girl places herself between her companion's thighs, then she kneels, and takes Claudia in her arms while one of the men guides the artificial penis into the pink moist gape formed by the vaginal opening. "Now, fuck her!" Henri gives the signal.
Veronica gives her friend a kiss as if to beg her pardon; then, with a violent shove of her bottom buries the erotic implement into the body of her beautiful companion.
A savage shriek rises from Claudia's convulsed throat. The still rigid mule-hairs-for humidity and love-dew-moistness have not yet softened them, ravaged the vaginal interior in frightful fashion. "NOOOOO! NOOOO!" she shrieks in a demented voice, "TAKE IT OUT OF ME! OH TAKE IT OUT! NOOOO! VERONICA! TAKE IT OUT, TAKE IT OUT OF MEEE!"
Impressed by the shrieks of the girl whom she bestrides, Veronica stops thrusting a moment. But Henri, foreseeing this feminine compassion, raises his right arm, and descends a thin cravache full across the beautiful redhead's bottom-cheeks with a wicked CRACKK!
With a strident cry, Veronica thrusts herself furiously, and digs the godemiche entirely into her unwilling steed's cunthole, Claudia wailing so loudly one would think she has gone mad! The godemiche, its pricking hairs, the guesquel-she has all that in her cunt. A living hedgehog thrust into that tender channel would hurt no more!
But the men watching this table of torment have no such uneasiness; the device cannot wound the victim, and if at the moment entry seems painful, they know that soon the shrieks of their lovely puil will change tone. Indeed, as soon as Veronica begins the copulatory movement back and forth, Claudia utters maddened plaints for the first ins and outs; but after a few minutes her cries are appeased as if by a miracle and gradually are replaced by panting gasps and short exclamations in which astonishment and an unexpected pleasure are mingled. The lovely redhead, turned into a "boy" by the magic of the godemiche, fucks like a true young male, and her nervous bottom agitates in little jerky wriggles in the most charming fashion imaginable.
We can see that her role does not entirely displease her, and besides, how could she fail to be excited by the reactions of sweet Claudia, who begins to foam at the mouth and to grow delirious with sensual joy under the incessant ticklings of the mule hairs?
Leaning over both girls in action, like doctors over the operating table, the three men fondle their cocks while watching the guesquel's effect on sweet Claudia. It's worth watching; Claudia, whose first contact with this unusual object this is, begins to lose her control completely. The ticklings, titillations, diabolical rubbings of the long vibrating mulehairs against her most sensitive, deepest mucous membrane makes her utter hysterical laughs, panting cries, then gasps like an animal that is stifling. But a new in and out of the artificial cock draws new bursts of wild hysterical laughter which make her body convulse and shudder. Her lovely face deformed by the rictus and by nervous twitches, is covered with a gleaming mask of sweat; her head rolls from right to left incessantly. Her lips curl back like an animal's, saliva trickling down onto her chin and neck. Her hands convulsively claw and the black leather of the table and at the other end of her body, her dainty little toes contract and limpen in a frantic St. Vitus' dance. At times, her belly rises as if to cast out the terrible tickling instrument; but the men tied her solidly, and so, open without defense, she can only submit to her terrible ordeal while yowling and shrieking out supplications interspersed with hiccups and crises of erotic and hysterical laughter. She has already spent twice and the godemiche continues its terrible work, but it's seen now that beautiful Veronica is getting out of breath, and Henri, waiting for this, climbs onto the table, saying, "Come, it's time to aid our beautiful friend to fuck her little wife." Without any more ado, he kneels behind the lovely dancing bottom and, posing his hands on Veronica's hips, stops her movements while he slides his vigorous cock between her clenched bottomcheeks. As he has taken pains to anoint his big organ with vaseline, it's easy to insinuate it and place his swollen meatus against the pink bottom-hole of beautiful Veronica, but sodomy, as we recall, is hardly to Veronica's taste, for her dainty little crevice does not appreciate the widening caused by the entry from the rear; so the lovely redhead utters an exclamation of distaste and tries to arch up and wriggle away from the menace.
At once the two other men hold her neck and shoulders to force her to acquiescence.
With a mocking laugh, Henri, shoving forward mightily, harpoons his lovely victim. Aided by the (Vaseline, the huge membrane skewers the victim to his balls; a last edging dig, and he is planted in her to his hairs. Veronica, clinging to Claudia's breasts, utters yowls of pain, but she is buggered up to the hilt, and after a few moments of immobility generously granted by her ravisher to permit her to accustom herself to the stretching of his cylinder, she stops crying, only groaning a little when her buggerer begins to go back and forth into her dainty crevice. The group animates itself with a slow, jerky rhythm. Henri buggers Veronica with deep digs that make her moan; he withdraws almost to the tip at each out-maneuever, only to re-impale her to his hairs a few seconds later. Maintained by the male who burros into her deeply, his hands digging hard into her burning hips, Veronica follows the cadence, and resumes fucking unfortunate Claudia, who has not ceased during all this time to implore in a dying voice that the hair-bristly artificial organ be removed from her martyred vagina. Soon the cellar room resounds anew to her cries and sobbing laughter. She discharges ceaselessly, for the fucking is more vigorous, deeper with this horrid implement; indeed, Henri aids this and by every thrust of his own penis, he crushes his weight on both girls, so that this supplement of charge propels the guesquel with all its tickling potency to the palpitating and pulpy matrix of beautiful, halfmaddened naked Claudia at the bottom of this tribadistic pile!
She spends so much that her lovedew trickles down on her thighs and into her bottomgroove and wets the black leather of the table. Henri is too excited to hold back his orgasm long, lies on Veronica, whose panting breasts he moulds with both hands, and he works her bottom with grunting digs such as a woodchopper would make hewing a tree with an axe. Suddenly he quickens his tempo and, with ecstatic cries, floods her bowels, Veronica moaning with a certain pleasure now despite her revulsion for the act, while under her poor Claudia exhales agonized gasps. Bit it's not over yet; hardly has Henri emerged from Veronica's behind than handsome Raymond places himself in readiness to substitute; vaseline's not needed, for the protruding lips of Veronica's dainty anus have been amply widened and moistened to take on their new admirer's prober so the girl hardly utters a cry when Raymond's tool penetrates her, and allows herself to be buggered in a passive attitude, even aiding her master in the obscene act by improvised movements of her hips.
Claudia is positively destroyed! During the short respite when her companion changed partner, her nerves were unleashed and suddenly she begins to urinate without any self-control, flooding Veronica's belly and the table of her martyrdom, to the great amusement of the three men. Now her whipped bottom-cheeks are soothed by the warm golden liquid ... her face shines with sweat and foam, and is agitated by nervous tics. Wide violet circles underline her half-repulsed eyes, and, still more bestial to note, from her lips comes a sort of panting gasp interspersed with shrill groans, her tongue emerging like that of a hanged victim. This in no way stops Raymond, who buggers his charming mount eagerly, but she too begins to show signs of exhaustion. But this is what she is beginning to enjoy; the lovely grimaces of poor Claudia have so excited her that, although she dislikes sodomy, she cannot hold back her orgasm brought about by that very means. Now one knows that anal enjoyment is much more tiring than normal sexual pleasure in the vagina for a woman, so it is not to be astonished at that she reacts much less to her ravisher's digs. This doesn't annoy him at all, he continues to penetrate her anus till he sends a potent discharge of creamy spend into his dearly beloved pupil's bowels, and he mingles his cries of joy with hers.
Claudia is so overpowered by the abominable tickling of the guesquel that she cannot even cry out, and only a ululating plaint escapes her foaming mouth. She doesn't even notice when Raymond yields place to Oliver; by contrast, though, Veronica notices, oh, does she ever! Her bottomhole has already been well stretched by two virile crammings, and the introduction of Oliver's monstrous penis makes her feel a veritable hollowing out, and tears desolated plaints from her, to delight all three men who eagerly listen to these nuances, which constitute much of their total bliss. Without seeking to be tender to her, the young professor pitilessly digs in his terrible weapon into her fundament. Despite her cries and tears, Veronica must swallow the enormous sausage which hollows out her bowels to her very navel-so it feels. At last his big balls bang against her distended buttocks; and as pain begins to overwhelm her, Veronica thinks she has impaled herself on a telephone pole, so violently is her rosette distended! Excited by her fearful little plaints, Oliver begins to bugger her slowly, and deeply, without brutality, but also without any weakness. The two girls are crushed onto each other, groaning, yowling, crying out. A scene worthy of Florentine orgies of the Borgia era. Swollen all inside by his mighty shaft, Veronica feels rise in her the strange sensation that led her to pleasure the two preceding times. It cuts her respiration short each time he plunges in, and now he does not spare her, sensing she is near to gush. His raucous breathing mingles with the stifled moans of the victim and the constant gasping of Claudia, who is almost unconscious by this time. Oliver, roused by the obscene exhortations of his two friends, speeds his tempo, running the risk of pulling all the way out, then suddenly with cries of ecstasy, digs deep and sends his mighty bursts of spunk deep into half fainting Veronica's well-stretched bowels.
When he gets down from the table, she remains prostrated, her bottom in the air, her anus dilated and reddened by her three successive piercings; sperm slowly oozes out of her distended bottomhole in a sticky stream. A few well-applied smacks of the hand on her lovely bottom are needed to rouse her to a notion of reality, but after being helped down off the table by Raymond, she can drag herself to a divan on which she falls with eyes closing in lassitude. Raymond believes there's no sense going on, while Oliver spitefully wishes he could have buggered sweet Claudia. Henri also agrees, saying that Claudia would never have strength enough to fuck Veronica with the guesquel, and proposes that they bring in Brigitte to test a special device he has just received from London. Untying Claudia, the two men decide to take Claudia and Veronica off with them to their rooms, each with his own preferred, while Henri remains alone to prepare his famous treatment. Ten minutes later the two men return leading sweet Brigitte by the hand, trembling with fear, for she suspects that it is not to play post office that the two professors have dragged her here in the middle of the night. And even if she had any illusions left, Henri's first words dispel them: "Ah, here's our charming little gamahucher-approach, my dear Brigitte ... you remember, dear, I promised you the other day to occupy myself specially with you? I shall begin tonight."
"Oh, what are you going to do to me? Oh, I beg of you not to hurt me!" she wails.
"Come, my dear child, who spoke of hurting you? I want only to transform you little by little into a young boy."
"Wh ... what?. . ? . . ? . . ? "
"You understood me, a little boy. Listen attentively, my darling. I know, we all know, you have a marked preference for Lesbian pleasures, probably because nature endowed you with a very overdeveloped clitoris. So I have decided to help you achieve your favorite pleasures. Now, for this, what can be done if not to develop to maximum your little androgynous organ which points between the lips of your sweet rosy slit? So I ordered, with this in mind, and specially for you, a little apparatus which will make your clitoris into the lovely little cockie of an adolescent ... now won't you admit I'm nice to you? Think now, from now on, in but a little time, you could fuck your pretty friends as a boy would. Surely," he continues, with a laugh, "I don't promise to make for you an engine like our friend Oliver's but have no fear-you can be proud all the same of your little cockie!"
"Oh ... I ... I'm afraid," she groans, hardly reassured by his caustic explanation.
"Now, no stupid comments. Here, take off your nightie and show me your clitoris!" She tries to protest, but at his sign, Raymond pulls her nightie off her head, as if skinning a rabbit, then she has to straddle her legs and open her own pussy with her fingers.
Squatting before her, the three men examine her clitoris in detail ... the thin nodule of flesh, limp at the' moment, is a good two centimeters beyond the cowl of pink skin which forms its base. "She's well equipped, though she can hardly deflower virgins with it," Oliver wisecracks. "Of course, but I have the means whereby to transform that tender bud radically. Bring her to the operation table!"
Contracting her muscles and warily resisting, Brigette is led to a long table of white porcelain, like a doctor's; at Henri's order, she stretches out, and Raymond and Henri, each on a side, bind her arms with the fixed straps. Then they push the table on rubber wheels to two stakes about four feet apart; to each stake is fixed a little steel chain with a wide leather bracelet which locks by spring. Each pulls out one of her legs, despite her cries, and Oliver and Raymond lock her ankles in the rings, which straddles her almost to form a cross on each side; the stretching is so great that her tendons stand out along the flesh of her inner thighs and her cunt is hugely opened like a mouth about to emit a silent cry. Brigitte cries out that it hurts her, but Henri concerns himself not in the slightest; leaning over the yawning pussy, he begins to suck it greedily and slowly, his two accomplices watching with shining eyes.
Slowly, Brigitte's cunt widens still more, proving the intense excitement of the vulva under Henri's sage tongue and lips ... now the hardened nub of her clitoris sticks out a good three centimeters, red and shining. He straightens, then takes a long supple metal tube which descends from a ceiling pulley before lowering again to a sort of metal box 50 centimeters bound in turn by a wire to an electric switch. As his two friends watch with growing curiosity, he fixes to the end of the tube a crystal tube slightly hollowed at the end, which he poses over her pussy, so that her clitoris enters the ten-centimeter long tube; he lowers a handlever on the side of the metal box, and at once an intense suction sound escapes the tube, and the flesh of her pussy violently is sucked into the tube; then her clitoris is forced through the transparent crystal and into the main tube whose form it espouses, stretching out in the potent suction of the apparatus. A long agonized groan comes from poor Brigitte, who pants with terror. He releases the metal tube, watches with satisfied air as the clitoris is stretched slowly and inexorably into the crystal tube under the terrible suction. How, his two friends ask themselves, can tender feminine pussy-flesh resist such suction? A huge electric light bulb suspended over the medical table allows them to watch the slightest details of the long ruby nub which fills the crystal tube.
Henri makes a sign to his friends, and all three sit near her on a canopy, leaving her alone on her table of martyrdom. He passes out cigarettes, heedless to Brigette's shrieks as she writhes in her bonds; he explains to them it's necessary to keep the suction up for a good quarter of an hour.
"NOOOOOOO! NOOOOO! STOP! I DON'T WANT ANY MORE ... OH NO MORE OF THAT ... OHH ... NO...STOP!" Silently, all three erectas satyrs now in rut, watch, eyes glowing with pleasure, the slow stretching of her clitoris. Long moments pass; Brigitte sobs with suffering and sometimes, raising her head in an effort of all her being, watches with fright her sex deformed by the enormous sucker-apparatus. The pain radiated by her clitoris mounts to her breasts and her shrieks are prolonged, plaintive. After at last crushing out his cigarette in an ashtray, Henri rises and leans over the victim, watching her distended flesh with delight. He then takes a little golden ring with a tiny spring-lock, opens it, places it at the end of the suction-tube at the base of her clitoris, then draws on the crystal glass tube, drawing a wild yowl from poor Brigitte. Air penetrates and at the moment when the flesh escapes the constraint of the glass, he locks the golden ring. Strangled by that ring, her clitoris stands erect, red, 8 centimeters long-an obscene hallucination which the three men admire. "Naturally," he explains as a doctor would, "we can't do this with all women, only those whose clitoris does not totally adhere to the vulva." He brings back a little platter on which is set a tiny cup filled with clear blue liquid, in which a dozen golden pins are dipped, rather long, very thin, ending in a tiny opalescent pearl.
Brigette, eyes huge with fright, groans lamentably.
. As his comrades watch, Henri takes a needle, after stirring the liquid about, and, posing the point against the stretched-out clitoris, buries it into that tender nub! Writhing in her bonds till it seems they must give way, Brigette utters the shriek of a wounded animal, but the golden pin sticks 3 centimeters into her red clitoris. Henri speaks into the ears of the two watching accomplices, for Brigette's cries deafen: "Fear nothing ... she suffers a bit, but it's for her own good. The liquid on the pin will calm her pain, but also make her clitoris swell and harden. Then, in two days, when I remove the golden rign, it'll stand out for our pleasure, as long, hard and big as it is not ... after 5 or 6 seances, this lovely bitch will have a cock about 12 centimeters long!" As he speaks, he buries 3 more pins into the tortured clitoris, then two more in bias at the clitoridal base, with no concern for the frenzied yells of Brigette who arches and writhes and jerks in her horrible suffering. All three men's organs are savagely swollen, sticking out horizontally. A few minutes pass; as he predicts, her suffering ebbs, and soon her panting breathing and interspersed last sobs are heard in the silent room. Now Henri removes the pins; with a cotton swab he douches the unnaturally stretched clitoris with the bluish liquid. Then they release her ankles from the stretching stakes, then her wrists, and Henri gives her a glass of strong cordial. While she recuperates, the three men discuss what to do next. Henri ordains, "Fuck her, but to put her in heat, first make her frig herself!" And to Brigette he adds: "Do you understand, dear? To reward you for enduing the little operation, you may enjoy our three big cocks ... but first, you'll show us how you frig yourself now with your boyish little cock ... now, lie on the divan, and watch, gentlemen, how amusing it will be!" Standing before the three men, Brigette exhibits her monstrous red clitoris, stretched 6 centimeters out of her silky pussyfur.
"Now you can frig yourself like a boy," Raymond says hoarsely, "Let's see you do it!" Docilely, the young Lesbian, who has forgotten her earlier agonies, stretched out on the divan, thighs yawning, begins to tickle herself. At first with uncertain gestures, for her fingers always brush against the unusually stretched clitoris, which she is not used to feeling emerging from her silky-furred slit. But little by little she gets used to this novel conformation of her secret parts and deliciously strokes her hypertrophied organ. As they watch, she moistens her fingers with her saliva, then, taking her clitoris between thumb and index finger, begins to caress it from downwards up as a man does to himself. The exacerbated sensitivity of the organ makes her quake from head to foot, and she gasps and moans with delirious joy. She begins to frig herself madly, her body shaken by long spasms and violent nervous starts.
She groans, gasps, moans, foams like a baby, her lovely cunt lips opening and closing like a mare's vulva in heat. Henri approaches her; taking her ankles with both hands, he bruskly raises her legs up in the air; then putting himself into the axis of her vent, he proffers his huge penis and with two or three hard shoves, buries it to his balls into her burning vagina. The voluptuousness borne into Brigette is so strong that she sobs hysterically, while spending madly under her own rapid frigging of her turgeseent clitoris and the deep violent shoves of his directorial prick.
"Keep on frigging," he pants. But Brigette, inert and exhausted by orgasm, cannot obey; so Oliver kneels before the divan, and stretching his arm along her panting belly, takes hold of her elongated clitoris and begins to friction it in a rapid up-and-down motion. A few moments later, Henri shouts with joy as he bursts into her cunt. Mad with lust, Raymond almost tears him away for his turn; laughing sarcastically, Henri pulls out, and Raymond flings himself on Brigette, whose legs he puts round his neck like a warm lovely white collar.
Arching down to her thighs, he penetrates with a savage stroke that makes her cry out. Then he begins to fuck her like a dog in rut while Oliver keeps frigging her artificial clitoris-penis! Plunged into a gamut of sensations, Brigette cries, whines, groans. Never has she tasted such terrible enjoyment; almost painful it is for her. She foams as if possessed, cries endless, incomprehensible words. A sort of white frothy mucuous circles her vulva, whose swollen, purplish lips violntly suck the dig-ging-in ramrod with an obscenely piggish, sticky-squishing fervor ... sperm and lovedew run down her thighs into the bottomhole groove, and her anus opens and closes as if eager to drink that odorous liqueuer. New groans in rut, as Raymond spurts his seed potently into her slit. Now, Oliver's turn it is; to keep up the enchanment of this lovely victim, Henri takes Oliver's place and continues the diabolical masturbation of her elongated clitoris.
Raymond calmly takes her thighs and draws her legs back to her bosom, in the pose called the "frog." Her cunt, ticky and yawning, obscenely puckers out towards Oliver's huge tool. He darts himself into her, and, burrowed till she is stifling, Brigette attains the extreme limit of carnal pleasure, the most any female can endure without dying. Her eyes totally repulse, her lips are covered with foam, but Henri still frigs her. Passing his hand under the buttocks of his unfortunate pupil, Oliver buries first one, then two, then three fingers into her ass-hole, while he fucks her as a stallion might a mare. Though he feels Brigette panting and half dead under the excess of pleasure, he holds himself back all he can. But soon orgasm overpowers him. He jets violently into her loins; each jet is accompanied by a good dig of his fingers in her behindhole and a cry of his own ecstasy. A moment later, the three men and their pupil leave the cellar room which has seen in the same night scenes worthy of the Holy Inquisition, which has resounded to cries of suffering, groans of voluptuous delight!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Today is the festival at the Chateau of Golden Furze. Sunday, the day when darling Ginette must sacrifice the maidenhead of her little bottom. Henri, aided by his two professors and his beautiful pupils, have prepared everything to make this day truly one of celebration in honor of the lovely little Ginette. The men have distributed presents to the girls, then there have been amusing games. By noon, everyone has met for a superb lunch with vintage champagne. Now it's about five p.m., and the moment of the ceremony is at hand.
In a charming little processional, the young girls, all clad in long white chasubles cut on the sides to the waist, which bares their legs to the waist, lead a naked Ginette towards the room designated as the sacrificial chamber.
All Ginette wears is a crown of violets, and the soft down, not quite enough to hide the plump fig of her vulva. Her arrogant little breasts turn up their tips saucily, and her chubby firm buttocks undulate gently at each step, a true delicacy, a woman-flower, a woman-child! An hour ago, Gi-nette was confided to the cares of Veronica and Michele on Henri's orders, to prepare her for her triple rectal assault. Which means that on the spot the two girls administered to Ginette two copious enemas so she would be very clean and ready for what awaits her.
A door opens before the little cortege. Henri, framed by Oliver and Raymond, welcomes the young girls on the threshhold of a salon specially decorated and furnished for the occasion. The little room was covered with purple velvet drapes, and the floor with a thick red carpet. The only furniture is a curious apparatus around which are a dozen large cushions and poufs; that is all. It is a saw-horse, or a combination of sawhorse and gymnasium horse. Covered with black velvet, it has two wide Arabian stirrups dangling from each side at the end of metal chains. At the end is a wide bridle of leather, fixed solidly to the apparatus by two rings and two silver hooks, the altar on which Ginette's last virtue is to be sacrificed!
The three men, clad in long dressing gowns of violet silk, direct their lovely guests to recline on the poufs; Henri had decided that Ginette's un-maidening is to be consummated before all her companions; the lovely perverse pupils, moreover, are quite excited over the idea. As for the timid gentle victim, she is there, all naked and trembling at the thought that her poor little behind is to be perforated by the huge organs of her masters.
Oliver carefully closes the doors, then Raymond takes the lovely naked girl in his hands and sets her on her belly on the black velvet horse. A wide leather strap fixed under the apparatus is buckled round her loins to maintain her belly-flat and clinging to her "steed." Around her dangling legs is now wound a wide leather band to one end of which a big silver eye is applied, and this fixes to a hook set at each foot of the horse. When all is done, Ginette is bound to the horse, legs opened, buttocks arched and proffered to the rear and widely separated to unveil the valley and the dainty orifice of rosy-mauve hue, like a tender round mouth delicately lip stick painted. A bit lower, crushed on the black velvet, appear the plump downy lips of her cunt. Her arms remain free, and she can turn her head or arch up her breasts to see herself offered without defense in an immense mirror placed opposite the horse. Michele, designated as assistant, approaches with a tube of vaseline: the sacrifice may now begin. The three men, casting off their togas, appear naked in full erection; is it possible Ginette's dainty little virgin bottomhole can digest such monsters without bursting? "I shall open her first," says Henri, "then Raymond will widen her a bit more, then Oliver can finally burrow her as he-likes."
"D ... d ... don't h ... hurt me ... to ... too ... much," implores Ginette in her lovely clear voice, "please ... I ... I'm so afraid..."
"But of course not, sweet little bitch, don't be foolish, you've nothing to fear. All your companions have had their bottoms unvirgined and look, they're not dead of it. So be good and don't tighten up ... you see, all will go well!"
"But wh ... why did they tie me, the ... then?" groans the adolescent, not without reason.
"Shh, shh, pretty bitch, don't be naughty now! Go on, Michele, prepare her!"
While Raymond and Oliver, their prongs bobbing in the air as they walk, go to sit down among the girls, Michele gently anoints the dainty little crinkly spot with vaseline, then with her finger she lubricates all the groove of the buttocks and at last, to finish up with, she buries the head of the tube into the rosette and squeezes a good dose into the rectum.
Then she turns to Henri and, kneeling before him, respectfully kisses his swollen cock before anointing it with vaseline. like a girl accustomed to the delights of sodomy, she stands beside the horse, ready to aim the male organ into the virgin orifice. All around her, the girls, panting with curiosity, watch the ceremonial with avid eyes. Henri sets his feet into the stirrups and takes the bridle in full hands to maintain himself erect, then nods; Michele takes his cock between two fingers and places the swollen meatus against the vaseline-gleaming orifice. Feeling the arrival of the fatal instant, Ginette begins to groan lamentably, just feeling the big gnarled tip prod her bumhole. Henri will show her no mercy, despite her tender years; with a shove of his belly, he propels himself forward. But it is not so easy to deflower a virgin bottomhole, especially one only 16 years old, especially when one is equipped like a bull the way Henri is. So his cockhead slips past the hole and jousts up along the top of her buttocks, while his hairy belly flattens against her bare smooth buttocks. Henri draws back and nods angrily to Michele, who again aims the organ in the right direction for another try.
With a new jerk of his belly, Henri again tries to probe the tip of his cock into that dainty niche, but again his impatient ramrod slips along the vaseline and buries him into the halfopen vulva ... half-furrowed there, Ginette cannot hold back a shrill cry under the shock of that heavy membrane of flesh and gristle which just entered her, and Henri, since he is there, completes the movement by shoving home to his balls in her lovely warm tight cunt.
Henri withdraws, scolds: "You see what happens! Will you stop tightening up like that! You know, if you want everything to be all right, you must do what I say. Let yourself go, relax, my little dearest, you'll see that everything will be fine if you open your little hole!"
This time Michele understands that the cock must be maintained in the axis of penetration, otherwise the awkward slippings will continue endlessly. So, while he firmly readies himself, she aids him by guiding with one hand his thick hard cock and with her other hand parts the folds of the contracted dainty young anus: and this time, success! The point of his penis is suddenly circled by a corolla of pink flesh which seems to rise very slowly round the gnarled meatus. Henri is in place, so, drawing vigorously on the leather strap,, his feet thrust hard into the stirrups, he forces all his vigorous prick against her. Eyes bulging, mouth suffocating, rising up on her forearms, Ginette utters a long strident cry which makes her companions jump. The darling is about to lose her last maidenhead, and it cannot be too pleasant, judging from the grimaces of pain and anguish which contort her charming face. With a rictus of pleasure, Henri gives a jerky thrust which digs two centimeters of cock into the martyred young behind, and he tears a shriek from poor Ginette, who cries out as if she were being murdered. She feels as if her little bottom were about to be torn into shreds; thanks to the mirror opposite the horse, each can follow the progress of this anal conquest. Great tears roll down her cheeks; she is shaken by sobs, but it does not stop Henri who, with a formidable thrust, introduces himself to his hairs into her piteously widened hole. Cromped over the horse, the poor little girl exhales her pain in crying out deplorably, to the great content of her friends, who seem to appreciate the scene since they themselves are not the victims this time. They are so excited they respond without restraint to the obscene caresses the two naked men bestow on them.
Because of her straddled pose on the horse, they cannot see the in-and-out movement of their director's penis in her violated anus, but all of them can admire the dance of the heavy balls which oscillate and bang heavily against their young friend's slit, and the black leather of the apparatus, as well as the nervous jerks of the muscular backside of the male in rut. Firmly planted in the stirrups, reins in hand, Henri bestrides with the gusto of a cavalier, and at each thrust of his loins, the horse squeaks under the shock and the silver chains tinkle at the end of the bridle. Sweat bathes the forehead and silvery-gray temples of the lubricious director. His belly smacks noisily against the lovely buttocks of his young mount and his raucous panting merges with the dull plaints and wailing sobs of Ginette. She no longer cries now that her little hole has adapted itself to the dimensions of his organ; she groans plaintively and only an overzealous dig sometimes tears from her a tearful cry.
The in and out no longer burns her so terribly as at the start, and little by little this constant perforation does not seem so repugnant and painful; she even begins to be proud of having at last lost her virginity and to have become a complete woman like all her pretty companions in the school.
Thus, stretched out on the black leather horse, arms dangling on each side, she lets herself passively be buggered, like a little slut. Now he hastens, nearing orgasm; he buggers her with frenzy, deaf to her groans. Suddenly he bursts into cries of joy as his sperm shoots bubblingly into the sobbing child's entrails.
He gives a few more deep digs, then lies over Ginette, his heart pounding wildly, and a perverse smile on his lips asking himself what pupil he will force to suck his organ clean. At last he stands erect and leaps down to the floor. Turning to the girls, he calls, "Monica," and with a gesture that allows no hesitation on her part indicates his reddened cock, smeared with his sperm and the young girl's fecal essence. "Come, greedy little slut, suck it clean or else look out for your big bottom!" Finally when Monica kneels before him and finishes the task, he says to Raymond, "Your turn, my dear boy-enlarge her little flower so Oliver won't deform her with his horse's tool!"
All eyes now turn back to the horse; Ginette's dainty rosette is now quite swollen, reddened, sticking out like a miniature rosebud, but it is still somewhat contracted in spite of the buggering just endured. Raymond bestrides the stirrups, and his cock vibrates with impatience as Michele anoints it with vaseline. Anew, Ginette feels a hugemembrane dig into her tender depths; but this time, penetration seems less painful for her, and it is true that her sphincter muscles have relaxed under Henri's efforts, and the vaseline too does its office. But her tender flesh, all the same, is not yet used to such a widening, and now groaning plaints rise as Raymond drives onward. What will it be when Oliver's massive tool assails that dainty narrow doorway? , But for the moment Ginette endures anew the rhythmic penetrations of the male organ and this burrowing plunges her into a sort of strange pleasure, comprising shame, physical joy and sugering owing to the burning of her anus widened by the large tool of Raymond. Raymond has a different method of possessing her from Henri; he fucks deeply, slowly, then he draws out completely to give himself again the bliss of feeling his cocktip fit into the quaking rectal fissure. The rhythm grows,, for now he draws out totally at each withdrawal, to plunge into her palpitating entrails with a long continuous thrust.
She moans and gasps with pleasure, the naughty little vixen. "She'll become a bottomhole lover for fair," Henri pronounces for Oliver's benefit, seeing our blonde professor having his cock frigged by little Lulu's soft hands. Now, with all his might, Raymond clings to Ginette and floods her bowels with his spunk. "Your turn now, dear Oliver," says Henri, "it's for you to widen her inlet suitably. Go to it carefully though, you're so hugely equipped that the darling might be wounded if you act too harshly. Don't forget this child has nothing comparable with your Michele and that she was a virgin till she entered this room."
Oliver grimaces, thinking that perhaps his pleasure will be denied, but Henri hastens to reassure him. "Be prudent, but without false sensitivity. Force if need be; I want her to take you to your balls!" Raymond, meanwhile, descends, and Lulu sucks him clean.
Oliver directs himself to the horse near which Michele watches him come with a conniving smile; the beautiful perverse girl is happy to see that her master and lover with her aid will possess the charming bottomhole of her young associate.
So, with gestures of adoration, she lubricates his monstrous cock with vaseline. So the other girls will miss nothing, Henri leads them around the horse, so they may see everything.
Oliver clambers into the stirrups, grasps the bridle that the excited Claudia hands him, then Michele takes his enormous tool and directs its tip to the swollen, gleaming little hole. As thick as a duck egg, his meatus covers all the width of her bottom groove. Then slowly he pushes forward. It seems nothing is happening, but then swiftly Ginette begins to groan. Hands tightened on the leather bridle, bearing down on the wide silver stirrups, Oliver arches himself and suddenly the little girl bound on the horse arches up convulsively on her elbows and exhales a long strident plaint: "There it is ... it begins to go in," gasps Michele eagerly. "NOO! NOO! IT HURTS ME! IT'S TOO BIG! NOO NOOOO OOO!" yowls Ginette as the suffering seizes her tortured anus. Eyes gleaming with cruelty and sensuality, the other girls watch the slow progression of the enormous meatus as the rosy-mauve inlet slowly curls round the inprobing knob. Millimeter by millimeter, her dainty hole widens and yields way, but Ginette shrieks so wildly the girls understand she is tasting no pleasure at the moment. Happily, the two earlier penetrations have aided somewhat in this task, and now under Oliver's pitiless pressure, his entire meatus disappears up to the circumcision groove. Panting, he waits a moment then the clank of the silver stirrup chains announces his resumption.
With an irresistible push of his belly muscles, he forces himself onward, heedless of her shrieks, and slowly his enormous tool digs into the palpitating behind. Mouths agape, the panting young girls watch the monstrous cylinder half burrowed between their little friend's struggling bottom-cheeks. They cannot see the anus any more, so horrible is the dilation! Ginette sobs and moans, uttering a yowl at each centimeter entering her slit; her hands claw the horse and with maddened gesture she tries to bite it. Now, the organ is three-quarters of the way in; Oliver, panting, pushes on pitilessly. A few more efforts and it's entirely imbedded ... his huge glossy and almost hairless balls rub against her straddled bottom-cheeks ... she has no strength to cry ... she weeps heartrendingly and gasps out "oh-ahh-ohh" from time to time, as if about to vomit.
Slowly, he begins to withdraw ... a sucking sound accompanies it, and little by little, keeping himself in her axis, he buggers her with greater force and speed. Haggard, foaming, agitated by nervous sobs, Ginette surrenders. But he is too excited to go on, and his thrusts become brutal, new dull cries are wrested from the victim, and at last he utters a yell and yields his all as he sinks down atop her ... a last shriek, and she faints. Later, she wakens to find Monica douching her bottomhole, while Brigitte and Claudia untie her from the horse and Michele, kneeling before Oliver, cleans her master.
Ginette's martyrdom is over, and the other girls lead her back to her room, with a last glance at the black leather chevalet-the altar of her martyrdom!
CHAPTER NINE
A lovely afternoon at the Chateau, and everyone has gone to the pool at the edge of the estate for a game of fishing. Each girl tries to be the first to hook the biggest fish, and how they giggle when little Lulu pulls up on her line a frog! The pure joy of vacation time, a lovely day, and no one thinks of the uneasy mysteries of the cellar room. Why should their pleasure be troubled by sombre reminiscences? Has none of them had her name written down on the punishment notebook? No-let them forget the cries, tears, the noise of the lash ... let them enjoy their happy thoughts. After a swim, a picnic lunch, and then a chase after a butterfly, and finally, as the sun wanes below the horizon, they think of returning to the chateau, picking bouquets of wild flowers. But once arrived at the chateau, they are aware that lovely Claudia has disappeared; they call her name, but no reply. The three men, also uneasy, order the girls to stay at the chateau while they go back to the pond, fearing that Claudia may have fallen ill or had an accident. They go through the hedges, the trees, all round the pond, and look at the dark water with fear: maybe she's drowned! They called her name, but only the croak of the frogs echoes their cries. "The idiot must have made a detour coming back, she must be back there with the others now," says Oliver. So they return, but they find the girls anxiously awaiting them, and no Claudia. But it's Lulu who timidly calls the director: "Un ... Uncle Henri ... I ... er ... think Claudia left with a boy."
"Left with a boy?" he exclaims, "what are you telling me? Explain yourself, little on!"
"Well, the talkative little girl continues, "after lunch, Claudia and I went to the woods to look for ripe berries, and there we met a boy."
"What boy?"
"I don't know, but Claudia seems to have known him a bit because they talked to eath other, then he wanted to kiss her, but I saw her make a sign of no and gesturing towards me, then she told me she had to show the road to the young man who had got lost. I didn't believe her for I saw he looked like a peasant and must know this place very well. So she told me to go back with you, that she'd be back quick and I was to say nothing ... she gave me her necklace ... that is, if I said nothing ... you know ... "
"You little wretch, take that," Henri snarls, slapping her viciously, "you know I forbade you to speak to anyone without permission!"
"But it wasn't me that talked," sobs the little girl.
"You ought have warned me! Good, we'll settle the case of both of you later. Now go in to dinner, we'll come back soon." Alone, the three men deliberate their course, the first time any of the pupils has ever apparently escaped. Suppose she actually took complete flight and told the authorities the unorthodox method of education at Ariel-a fine kettle of fish that'd be! "Ah, that little bitch if we ever find her, we'll rid her of any desire of trying that trick again," rages Henri. "If he's a peasant, though, he might not believe her tall tales," Oliver soothes him.
But at the moment they prepare to take the car and go hunting for the errant pupil, they utter a cry of surprise-there, sitting on the handlebars of a bicycle ridden by a young man is Claudia! She hasn't yet seen them; she is on the pathway leading to the edge of the park. She is laughing gaily at his jokes, and the headlight makes a fine yellow glow. Suddenly, she is stricken with confusion; she recognizes the advancing director and his two associates. like a child caught in the act, she leaps off the bicycle and grabbing up her wide thin linen skirt which had clung to the handlebars, she stands, eyes lowered under the icy gaze of the terrible director, who seems to ignore her as he speaks to the young peasant: "Well, young man, it's very nice of you to bring back our young pupil. I supposed she went off with you and we were growing uneasy."
"Well, yes, sir, I bring back your young lady. Yes, your daughter's awfully nice ... well, you see, I took her to see a bit of the village ... I hope you're not mad ... no harm, after all."
"Oh, no, no."
"Well, now, if you like ... tomorrow, I'll take her to the farm ... I want her to see the chickens."
"My dear boy, may I ask you a question."
"Why sure, sir."
"Did she tell you what she was doing here at the chateau?"
"Oh my no, but-"
"And do you know who I am?"
"Oh, no!"
"Oh, no!"
"I'm not this girl's father but Doctor Duval, and here are Doctors Gaillard and Laforet," Henry said coldly, with a secret sign to his two aides.
"Doctors?" the young man gasped.
"My boy," Henri says with confidential tone, "I'm going to reveal a secret to you, but give me your word of honor never to mention it ... well, this young girl is very sick, we have a group of girls here who are consumptives."
"Oh my gracious ... comsumptives," gasps the young man, recoiling. "Ah, I didn't know that, honest-"
"That's why we don't let them go very far away, for they're quite ill and need much care. But since you're a worthy fellow, I permit you to walk with this young girl if you wish."
"Ah, well, Doctor, I wouldn't want to cause any harm to your sick girls. Anyhow, you know, I've lots of work round the farm-I couldn't-I don't thinker, not wanting to offend you-" he stammers. And as Henri eyes him quizzically, he adds:
"Good ... then I'll say good night to you. It's late, and I've got to get back."
Very ill at ease, he climbs on his, bicycle and takes off as if the very devil were at his heels. The three men watch, then burst out laughing. Then they lead Claudia back to the chateau.
The young girl tried to protest and make herself understood when she heard Henri invent that sickness yarn, but Raymond put his hand over her mouth while Oliver held her wrists, while the peasant, terrified by Henri's words, saw absolutely nothing of this brutality. "Lock her in the cellar room," Henri orders, "we're going to dine first, then we'll have an explanation from Miss." Claudia tries to struggle, but all she gets is two furious slaps on the face before she is taken down to the cellar room and locked in. After reassuring the other girls that their comrade is safe, the three men do full honors to the repast, and Raymond says in his opinion Claudia needs a lesson she will remember the rest of her days. Henri agrees, tells Oliver to go pick a good armful of fresh nettles, which he intends to use in due course. Then all three go downstairs to the cellar room, and begin by stripping naked. Beautiful, panting, agonized Claudia, terrified at the thought of the terrible chastisement she believes will be inflicted, cannot move her eyes already wet with tears from the three stiff organs of her masters-torturers...
Then, at Henri's order, she takes off all her clothes-dress, brassiere and panties, and Raymond and Oliver lead her to a large wooden stake sheathed in rubber measuring about two yards high and at the end of which hangs a heavy metal bracelet held by a short steel chain. They make her lift her arms, and her wrists, pressed together, are clamped inside the ring whose surface is doubly sheathed in leather so as not to hurt the flesh. Suspended from the whipping post, she sees with terror the three naked men seize long martinets and approach her, eyes gleaming with lubricity: the atrocious ordeal of the lash! Without pity for her shrieking cries, which excite them all the more, they fustigate her without mercy. Sometimes the leather thongs cruelly bite the satiny skin of her buttocks, sometimes they strike her round white thighs, sometimes they fall on her bouncing titties. Sobbing with terror and suffering, Claudia writhes at the end of the clanking chain, but each time she bumps against the huge rubberized stake, with no other result than bruising her belly or breasts when, for example, she seeks to escape the biting martinet's kisses against her tender bounding behind. Her breasts and buttocks are already striped by long rosy and brownish streaks! As the punishment grows more severe, she shrieks, cries, totters and kicks into empty space like a maddened mare, while the three nude men redden the skin of her body under their expert lashes.
Groaning and imploring pardon with a sobbing voice, Claudia fixed with her eyes drowned in tears the big organs which stiffen with joy at her agony. When these organs are about ready to burst, Henri at last makes a sign to stop the whipping. But it is not to permit Claudia to breathe: "Untie her and install her between the stretching bars; I'm going to pay some attention to her pretty slit!" he orders.
Laughing at the terrified cries of their victim, Raymond and Oliver drag the sobbing, naked, staggering Claudia towards the straddle bars. Despite her pitiful resistance, the young girl is stretched out on a thin mattress placed on the floor. A large leather dog collar is buckled round her neck, the hook fixed to a snap-ring set in the floor so she cannot rise. Then her ankles are spread apart, and her legs lifted so that each ankle can be tied to a stretching bar.
Her vulva is yawned now. Henri approaches, holding a thin cravache made of rattan, lissom and flexible. "NOQQOOOOO! NOO! NOO!" wails the young girl, "don't hurt me ... oh pity ... pity ... I beg of you ... I ... I'll never do it again!"
"An excellent resolve, my dear little one ... too bad you hadn't thought of it sooner ... here, no one disobeys. You are rewarded per your merits, you see-and here's your reward, you little slut ... I'll rid you of any wish to play your little tricks on us again-" Swishh-swishh-swishhhh-the thin rattan whip pitilessly stings her pussylips and the halfopened flesh of her plump fleshy cunthole. At each stroke a long streak swollen in livid color marks Claudia's pussy and tears from her mouth screams of mad suffering: "Well, you bitch, swishh-"will you run away again," SWISH"tell me, will you do it again eh?" swishh-"Eh? this will teach you"-swishh-"not to obey"swishh-swishh-
The thought of the dreadful suffering she is undergoing makes all three men wildly stiff with rut ... after twenty such cuts, Claudia is nearly swooning. Henri stops, and Claudia is untied and stretched on a divan, where Oliver makes her drink a little whiskey. But only a brief respite; now Raymond, who has been busy elsewhere in the room, asks that they bring him the beautiful penitent. Claudia begins to emit heartrending plaints, comprehending that her suffering is to resume. She drags herself on her knees along the floor, imploring them to pardon her, that her pussy hurts too much to suffer any more! But, wildly roused by her tears and beauty and suffering, they only laugh. Oliver, approaching her, takes his enormous tool in one hand and slaps her tear-wet cheeks with it sadistically, saying, "You're not done yet, it's only hands, he drags her to a bench, long and narrow, on which he binds her on her back, legs tied to the feet of the bench.-Raymond now approaches and clamps a little metallic pincer on her right nipple. The pincer is connected by a wire to a box of wood. In the other hand, Raymond holds a sort of pencil made of copper ending at the tip in a cork end which is also connected by a wire to a box. "Pardon ... pardon ... d ... don't ... h ... hurt me . . any more OOOOOOOOOOAHHHH!" Her prayers are swiftly turned into a scream of terror, for Raymond has just touched her other nipple with the metallic pencil and the electric current springs into her titties. Arching like a bow at each discharge, Claudia utters frenzied cries. But this does not stop Raymond from passing his metallic pencil over her arms, belly, thighs ... then slowly he tickles her clitoris! She writhes like an eel, powerless to avoid the surging, galvanizing bolts of current; her body arches and twists and jerks in a frightening manner, then sinks back heavily on the bench when the pencil is lifted. Suddenly she begins to shriek with all the force of her lungs!
For Raymond, panting with feverish lust, slowly imbeds the metallic pencil into her ass-hole! It seems to the girl, convulsed with suffering, that her rectum will explode! She swoons in agony. The current is cut off, Raymond ranges his instrument of torture while the other two revive Claudia, making her drink a tall glass of sugared water. "Good, that's enough," Henri says in a caressing tone, "we shan't kill you, after all, dear ... now ... a while ago, we saw you come back on a bicycle, didn't we?"
And Oliver adds, "Have no fear, my darling, tell me without any fear ... you like to bicycle, don't you?"
"Y ... yes ... Yes ... b ... but don't get angry with me ... I beg you, I beg you to forgive me."
"But of course I forgive you. The proof is, I offer you a bicycle all your own ... are you happy?"
"Y ... yes ... ah ... b ... but I don't k ... know," stammers poor Claudia, mechanically wiping her tearbrimming eyes.
"There it is-look at it dear, I'm sure it will please you, pet! Come!" The three men lead Claudia to a large object covered with a red velvet drape. Oliver lifts the drape up, then tugs it off ... Hardly has Claudia seen the machine than she utters a shriek of despair, hiding her face in her hands, as they burst into mocking laughter. "Oh, my G ... God ... no ... it's f ... frightful ... I don't want to ... I don't want to see it," she cries ... and not without reason. This bicycle, shaped like a tricycle, differs in no way from any similar machine ... save for one detail: it has no saddle, in the place of the seat, rises, menacingly, a monstrous dildo of black ebonite like the enormous penis of a Negro. "Well, my love, what do you think of my little present?" Henri mocks. "Show me you are grateful and mount your bike to take a little ride!"
"NO! OH NO, NOOOOO!" wails poor Claudia, gripping her master's knees with both arms, cringing at his feet. "Go sit down right away on your lovely new bicycle," he commands.
But he has to pull her up by the hair and slap her several times before the naked victim straddles the machine, and only by threats does he manage to make her climb on the pedals. A few slashes of the rattan whip on her calves by both men finally convince her to sit down on the object that substitutes for the saddle. Sobbing, clenching the handlebars, Claudia carefully lowers herself on the gleaming spike ... her parted buttocks rest on the enormous round head which prods against her anus ... under the menace of new cuts of the whip, she weighs herself slowly on the upright dildo. ... suddenly her face twists in a grimace and a long raucous, and strident plaint escapes her gaping mouth; the men behind her watch avidly as her bottomhole parts to allow the entry of the ebonite shaft ... her anus seems to swallow up the shaft in monstrous aspiration ... Claudia utters a shriek as slowly under her weight she impales herself on the tube which stands 25 centimeters before joining the tricycle frame.
She remains motionless, dreading the least movement that would augment the atrocious penetration, but her three masters make her pedal round the room ... each thrust of her foot on a pedal vibrates the ebonite shaft and draws from her plaints enough to break your heart ... alas, rather than breaking their hearts, these plaints only make her tormentors more furious with rut!
The unfortunate beauty, her breasts moistened by her dribbling tears, has to make three tours of the room before they allow her to stop ... and the descent brings forth new cries of pain. At Henri's order, Claudia now lies flat on the medical examining table, and while Oliver straps her down, Raymond slips under her belly a big leather cushion to arch up her whipstreaked bottom.
"It's getting late," says Henri, "so I shall inflict a final chastisement on this young rebel ... a triple chastisement. Then we'll let her spend all night here to meditate on the obedience she owes us, while we shall calm our excitement with our charming pupils. Part her buttocks now!" Both his aides yawn open her striped buttocks, and Henri, who has placed nearby the cup of needles and pins which served Brigette so neatly, takes a thin long pin and posing the point against her rosy-amber bottomhole, buries it slowly into her anus. A violent spasm shakes Claudia's body, and she utters a yowl of maddened suffering ... as if deaf, Henri takes a needle, burying it two centimeters into the tender crevice ... a third ... a fourth ... a fifth, making the circle of that slit!
She emits frightful shrieks, inhuman; the two men keep her buttocks yawned open, and Henri imperturbably buries a sixth ... a seventh . . .an eighth needle into her tenderest spot. Then silence; she has fainted.
He shrugs, removes the needles, rubs the swollen membrane with the bluish liquid. "Keep opening her backside, she'll need it," he chuckles, showing them his terrible inflatable godemiche. Claudia, coming to, feels something long and cold slide into her bottomhole ... she begins to groan again, more from anxiety than pain. But he sinks the canule-dildo into her completely; instead, however, of the balloon used on Brigette, he has fixed a bicycle airpump ... and he begins to pump it rapidly. Soon the rubber tube swells; Claudia, surprised by this unexpected dilation, tries to contract her anus ... he pumps, pumps, pumps ... she sobs ... her anus is horribly distended, she screams for mercy, but he goes on pumping ... she utters strident shrieks, her buttocks are wet with the sweat of suffering, her anus seems about ready to burst ... the godemiche is seven centimeters thick! He closes the valve, takes off the pump ... the monstrous phallus fills nearly all the groove of her behind ... a horse could put no bigger an object into her!
The unfortunate girl utters cries of agony. But she is not yet finished: Oliver has put on gloves and pickes up his bouquet of nettles ... Claudia, turning her tearstained face, sees him approach, and redoubles her frantic cries, but he laughs mockingly and'begins to switch her buttocks and thigh with the nettles till the skin breaks out into numerous tiny livid blisters. To finish the work, he delicately buries two or three green leaves into her cunt and vagina. Claudia acts as if the devil were possessing her; her body is agitated by savage nervous contractions, she almost forgets the agony of the distending anal phallus ... the lesson will bear fruit, be sure of that ... the sobbing victim will never again dare to defy the rules and henceforth will bow to the strange discipline of the Ariel Boarding School!
THE END
LOVE AND LASCIVIOUSNESS BY THE EMPRESS OF ASTURIA Solitary Pleasures:
My Dear Friends.
I hope that I shall not prove tedious for the short time I shall talk to you; I don't think I shall, for I have tested with so many of you of the pleasures of unrestrained love (such as Sappho enjoyed with the Lesbian girls) that I feel sure you will be interested; moreover, to relieve the monotony, I have here several lovely girls of all ages, and some charming youths, whom I am going to utilize during the course of my lecture, to illustrate the various delights spoken of, and who will, by their own experiments, give you a thrill of pleasure; and the more hands I see gliding under those pretty petticoats, and the higher I see them pulled up towards your waists, the more I shall know that you appreciate my endeavours, and I trust before we part to see all those pretty legs wide apart, and every sweet cunt, from the little unfledged pink crack to the full tipped and mature quim, with a finger (either your own or your neighbour's) buried deep in it, and your bodies vibrating with those pleasures which the ridiculous laws of society would stop if they could; those unjust laws which allow every man and boy to enjoy pleasures which girls and women, with twice their strength of passions and desires, are, forsooth, supposed to do without. If you look at this index of my lecture, at the First Part you will see, I shall consider those pleasures first which even the most timid may enjoy freely, as they, although many in number, are those that leave the maidenhead untouched. I personally do not think it is of the slightest consequence whether it is so or not, as in the event of marriage, the loss can so easily be concealed that it is not worth while keeping, as you will see in the Third Part; and first of all you see I mention solitary pleasure, namely, frigging; the word may not be pretty, but it is expressive, and comes from frigo, Latin, rub. Who can sufficiently sing its delightful pleasures? From the prettiest little darling of nine years old to the solitary widow of seventy, from the soft and hairless quim of the first, to the full-fledged and well-worn cunt of the latter, all have partaken of that luscious sensation, when the finger of one hand is plunged deep in between the lips below, and the finger of the other titillates the button of the cunt, the seat of pleasure, which you know is just at the top of your cunts, outside; the body vibrates; as we are told by Juvenal, Messalina did, when the quivering of the last sweet moment came over her. It is, with regard to many women, the only substitute they have for the thousands of courtesans and harlots which men keep at their service. The first doctors in the world agree that it is not only no harm, but absolutely necessary to all girls and women, and every woman and girl must find out for herself how often suits her; keep yourself to that certain number a day, whether it be one, two, three, four or five; in fact, use the pleasure, don't abuse it. Frigging can be delightfully managed in many different ways as I shall show you by illustration."
Here the Empress rang a little silver bell, and six lovely girls appeared, perfectly naked, with the exception of silk stockings and French boots, high up the leg. Their ages varied from ten years old to thirty-two. Taking the sweet little thing of ten by the hand, she led her to the couch, and laid her down; opening her lips wide apart, the pouting lips of her quim were as smooth as her soft cheek. "At this age," she continued, "only one finger is required, and that on the top of the little button at the top of the lips. She puts her middle finger there and see how the pleasure comes; her hand moves faster, her lips are apart, her perfumed breath comes quicker, her thighs tremble, and her bottom moves up and down as nature teaches her; see, with one final heave, she grinds her pearly teeth together, and her finger is bedewed with the virgin spunk as she spends in ecstasy." The audience was in raptures, and soon at least half of them had their hands under their clothes frigging tremulously.
"You have seen," continued the lecturer, "how a child frigs; we will now take this lovely girl of eighteen; she lies down on the magic couch, she lifts her legs in the air, bending her knees, one hand is passed between her legs, so that the finger touches the button, the other is passed under the thighs, and the finger embedded in the gap which, like a crimson slash, opens between the black curls swift motions follow, and soon the crisis comes; you see the pearly drops of love oozing out, as her frame trembles with lust; it is over, she lies with her head thrown back, her lovely thighs apart, and from between the swollen lips, stream the sweet drops of creamy spending." The Empress here could bear it no longer, but throwing herself in a chair, was soon, with rapid motions of her hand, in the same state, while sighs and murmurs in the hall showed how all were moved by the sight. She soon resumed: "I will now show you other ways, and one by one you shall see them; this darling says she-likes to have one finger on her rosy button and the other wetted and tickling her nipple of the breast! This other-likes to lie on her face, and moved up and down on her own finger till her hand is wet with the overflow of her cunt. Let us now see the method of the eldest; and the most experienced." This was a magnificent woman of thirty-two; her bosoms were of immense size, her eyes beamed with lust and expectation, her thighs thighs and bottom were immense and the thick black fleece of her quim reached nearly to her navel. Drinking off a glass of champagne, she threw herself back on the couch, and opened her legs wide, driving two of her fingers deep into her large and thick-lipped quim; then lifting up and bending one leg, she forced one finger (having wetted it in her cunt) right up the corrugated brown hole of her bottom in which it was quite sheathed, then she moved them both backwards and forwards in and out of both apertures. Soon she lost all control of her self, and grinding her teeth, she quivered with lust from head to foot; faster and faster; soon the most obscene words came from her lips: "Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she cried, and then, with a moan of delight, she arched her body and fell back spending, with her eyes, large, dark and bright, fixed on the ceiling above. "Oh, God," she exclaimed as she took out her fingers and the spunk flowed in torrents down her thighs, "Oh! God, what bliss!" The Empress walked up to her saying "Magnificent, my dear." and kissed her on the lips and bosom and on the lips and curls of her splendid treasure; then with her own lips wet from this lascivious kiss, she resumed: "You have now seen what heavenly bliss a woman can have, even when alone; the beauty of a woman enjoying frigging from an early age is that the organ of pleasure becomes more and more developed, and therefore susceptible of more and more pleasure; so that when she does give herself up to a man, either by marriage or otherwise, she feels a thousand times more pleasure than is experienced by the wretched prude, who disgusts him by her coldness, her want of lascivious warmth and her insensible and passionless nature, and so drives him to other loves, less cold. Now, my dear girls, frig often. What countless opportunities there are in bed, when alone in the closet! I have known one woman who always had one as she sat on the pot-de-chambre just after she had piddled, and while the curls were still wet. And lastly, when you frig, always fix your minds on some vision of love and excitement. If you have seen a man, imagine you have him in your arms, that his manly and hairy bosom is next yours, that his prick is standing stiffly in your grasp, or in your cunt, or imagine some sweet girl lying with you, and that all her charms are before you. Sometimes in a railway carriage when alone is an excellent time; the quivering of the seat as you sit on it will excite you, and you can put one leg on the opposite seat, and pushing your finger into your moist quim you can enjoy the height of bliss. I shall treat of other means of frigging besides the finger in Part II.
II
I SHALL NOW PASS ON TO THE SECOND HEAD OF PART I, namely, Tribadism, from the Greek tribo, or the pleasures of women with women. Tribadism, which has solaced so many passionate women in the world, and has given them the opportunity of safely gratifying their passions without incurring the risk of letting the world know too much. Tribadism and tribades, whose frolic and lascivious caresses and gambols have been sung by so many poets and poetesses, from Sappho and the Lesbian girls to our own time; the magic word combines in itself all of love sports, jagging, and gamahuching, with fingers, with dildoes, and with tongues, that from the youngest girl to the most mature woman, our sex can enjoy together; among the Greeks, Sappho is the best known tribade of antiquity who passed her days with the girls of Lesbos. Then, after a long time through the ages, we come to Messalina, whom Juvenal describes as frigging her companions in wild orgies, till, quivering with pleasure, they fell back in the last agony of bliss, with the cream of life flowing down their streaming thighs. Then down to modern times how many famous queens, courtesans, women of all ranks have been Anandrynes as Mirabeau calls them (a Greek word signifying "without man"), or Fricarelles, as old Brantome termed them, i.e., Friggers or Rubbers; or as the author of the Diable Au Corps has it the, "rubbers together," from the practice of one girl lying on another and rubbing the lips of their cunts, and the mossy curls against each other till the last moment came, and both mutually spent; their name is legion. For our present purpose it will be sufficient to consider all the various methods practiced in our day and time; they are many, for the nineteenth century has made it very popular from the example set my me, the Empress of Asturia, by ladies of the highest society in Vienna, Paris, London, and other towns, and by so many illustrious singers and actresses such as Christine N., Oceana, the fair Mrs. L., and by so many sweet courtesans who find in this an exciting change from their usual erotic sports.
I shall only treat here of those forms of tribadism that leave the maidenhead unharmed; the others which (though of course, absolutely safe in accordance with my plan) slightly take away that useless and unusual appendage, I shall speak of in Part II. By this method, Tribadism then can be practiced without the slightest injury to the virgin. By mutual frigging, by rubbing the cunts together in various delightful postures, by rubbing, in other sweet positions, the nipple of the breast within the soft and juicy folds of the quim, and lastly by the gamahuche, the French word for tongue frigging, either first one and then the other, or by lying reversed, so that each may gamahuche the other at the same moment, and which perhaps affords the greatest pleasure that can be had by any means whatever; the last methods, by dildoes and other instruments, with their description, I shall describe in Part II in due course.
"Before we commence the recital of so many charming subjects, let us drink to Sappho." Champagne, cool and sparkling, was soon passing round the hall in chased silver cups, the little blocks of clear ice tinkling against the lips of the fair drinkers, and the fair Asturian resumed her place and theme:
"From the youngest school-girl upwards, all girls and women have, as we have seen, delighted in sweet but solitary amusements, plunging the, at first, timid finger into the sweet little slit where Cupid lives, and it always forms their delight through life; but the next step is the natural desire to vary what the French call The Handplay alone, by teaching it to, and partaking of it with a friend. So we find in almost all schools and convents for our sex that the little rogues will sleep together, and, clasped in each other's arms, pass their middle finger into that rosy and pink-lipped slit of each other, that they soon found out was so sweet to their own. Come here, my little darlings," said the Empress to two sweet little things of twelve, with rosy cheeks and ebony and golden hair respectively, "Come here! (and soon she stripped off the thin muslin and pink silk girdle from them as they advanced), come and stand here by me. See their lovely little forms, and small undeveloped bosoms, see where the little cleft half hides itself between their thighs; come, my pets, you must show us that pretty little game I found you playing at in bed this morning."
Here the two sweet children threw themselves on the experimenting couch, and soon each had a little pink finger in the pouting slit of the other, and the motions of their pretty bottoms and widespread thighs showed the crisis was coming, which it soon did, as they fell apart from each other with murmurs and cooings of pleasure, and the rosy little cunts showed the clear drops of their virgin spunk on the soft inner lips, glistening like beads of dew on rose leaves.
"Capital," said the Empress, who with her hand under her robe, was frigging herself and following all their motions, as indeed were the audience, while flushed faces and quivering limbs were seen everywhere. They tripped away and she resumed: "So in schools and in convents, there the middle-aged and voluptuous nun takes her greatest pleasure in initiating the blushing and bashful novice in all the delights of tribadism, such as I have enumerated above; and here I may say, that charming as the sports of those about the same age are, you will find a peculiarly poignant pleasure in a great difference of age. Imagine how exciting it is for a woman of twenty-five to fifty, well-formed and knowing all things, how exciting it is, I say, for such a one to clasp to her full-formed and mature bosom the slender frame of some sweet child of about fourteen or fifteen, to press the thick black forest of her curls and full lips of her cunt against the hairless cleft of a lovely girl, to watch her first delight at the sight each of the other, to see the child stiffen herself out, and grind her pearly teeth in the ecstasy of a spend, while she herself is lost in lustful delight at feeling her companion's little hand wet through with the flowing spunk that follows her motions to and fro in the full-developed quim of her preceptress, drenching the thick curls through. It is this pleasure which makes so many mothers teach their daughters this exquisite bliss, so that they became the closest confidantes and friends with no silly concealments about their mutual little love affairs, in after life. And so many sisters, the elder teaching the younger, feel a more than sisterly love as they dissolve in each other's arms; and this mutual confidence has often induced the one that is freshly married to take the greatest pleasure in initiating her sister into the secrets of married life, by performing all things in her presence, with her husband, and even taking pleasure in allowing her husband to initiate the novice as well, in a charming trio. I once knew two sisters who, being both married, went all four for a six months tour on the Continent, and on reaching Brussels, changed husbands, and so traveled the whole tour, reassuming their own partners again at Dover, on their return, no one the wiser. Ye, Gods, what parties of four they must have had!
"To return to the subject, another charming way, called Klitorizing, is for two to lie on each other, and then pressing, and clasping close, to open with the hands the lips of their quims, so that they may, in squeezing together, be; pushed quite into each other. In this way they can rub together till the warmth, the friction of the hair and lips, and button, and their mutual kisses bring on such a spasm of delight, that the curls of each will be drenched and soaked with the flood of love, which they can pour down again and again, till, weary with pleasure, they fall apart, and asleep. This may be varied by a similar pleasure, by each lying a different way on the bed, and opening the thighs widely. First pass close to each other, each with a leg outside. This brings the lips of the quims in contact, then, each frigging herself with a finger, at the approach of pleasure can see the other spend, and feel the contractions and quivering of her cunt and the motions of her belly. The next method is one that is not often tried, but is very satisfactory; some women have full and protuberant breasts, and prominent nipples, now the nipple is one of the most sensitive points, next to the quim. You should never frig a woman without tickling her nipple with your tongue; she will have twice the pleasure and come twice as soon. I have known women spend with pleasure by having the nipple sucked and tickled and nothing else. Mothers frequently come when being sucked by the child especially if they assist with their finger; and husbands frequently also give their wives heavenly pleasure and drive, them half-mad with lust and lasciviousness, by placing them in such a position that they can fuck them while the baby sucks the milk from their breasts, and the gentle titillations of its tongue make an electric response to the strokes of the man's prick, as it passes to and fro in its warm and glowing sheath. Having shown the exquisite sensitiveness of the nipple, I will proceed to show how, with a woman such as I mentioned above, a charming sensation may be experienced; let her lie down on her back on a bed, and let her companion kneel over her, facing her and sink down, so that the nipple, raised up firm and hard (a nipple stands like a prick) by tickling with the tongue, may be embedded in her quim; now, by a series of sweet motions, and twistings of the bottom of the uppermost, and the use of the finger of the undermost in her own quim, the pleasures will be heavenly; the one underneath will be frigging herself with her own finger, and feels the titillations of her friend's cunt, and its motions and contractions on her nipple, and can see the approaches of pleasure, as the curls, ebony or gold, and the red lips rub and move on her bosom; and the darling above can feel the nipple like a little prick rubbing her button and the swell of the bosom pressing against her thighs; she can see too, the flushed face of her loved friend, with her pretty eyes turned up in the ecstasy of delight. Her tongue just appearing through the pearly row of teeth, and feel the vibration of her whole frame, as they both spend, the bosom streaming with the sweet and pearly discharge of the cunt above it. This scene must be illustrated."
Since the illustration did justice to the above description, it need not be detailed very carefully therefore, suffice it to say that the actresses in it were the one, a magnificent woman, with a bosom of great volume, and with well-developed, brown nipples, that under the caresses of the other, a lovely girl of eighteen, soon became erect and stiff. The scene was carried out exactly as described above, and with such a picture before their eyes, we need hardly say, the fair audience accompanied them, in a similar manner to the blissful end, each in her own way. But it is needless to say, that observing the delicious excitement that the woman showed as her nipple was sucked in, and titillated by the cunt above her the old saying recurred to their minds that, "with one's tongue on a woman's nipple, and a finger on the pink button of her quim, once could make her so randy, that she wouldn't stop if the angel Gabriel, and her father and mother, were all to walk into the room together."
The Empress of Asturia, with sparkling eyes and heaving bosom, resumed her lecture. "I now come," she said, "to one of the most heavenly methods of all, practiced by old and young, by all ages, by both sexes in any combination, giving a pleasure that outlasts all others, and is as sweet and easily practiced by a child, as by an old man or woman; you know to what I refer, the Gamahuche.
The derivation of the word is hard to find, but it means the procuring of mutual pleasure by two girls, or a girl and a man (and in Turkey and other places, I am sorry to say, of men and pretty boys together) by the lips and tongue and so obtaining (whether we be of one sex or the other , a pleasure which is, in the opinion of most, equal if not superior to the most perfect fuck, without at the same time running any danger, either to virginity, or reputation. From the earliest times, and more especially among the Greeks and Romans, this heavenly pleasure has been popular. Its various forms were all described, and practiced, but the modern word Gamahuche combines and signifies all those forms, i.e., to quote the Latin form 'Cunnilingus,' he or she who delighted in licking the quim of a lovely woman, darting their tongues into the rosy folds till the quivering and writhing form was dissolved in pleasure. Irrumatio, the soft sucking of a man's prick by a woman, the passing of the tongue round the rosy head till the supreme moment; Fellatores, they called those men and women who practiced this; amongst tribades and women who love their own sex, these forms have always been the end of all, the quintessence of pleasure, and all who have tried it have (even those to whom fucking is a common thing) declared it the acme of lasciviousness. Let us, therefore, devote a short time to the delicious delirium of Gamahuching, among ourselves, and our own sex; as connected with men, we shall find it will come under the next part of the Section III. One of the greatest advantages of gamahuching is that no child, girl, or woman is too young, or too old to taste its delights. Take a sweet little darling of ten years, lay her across the bed, open her pretty legs wide, and kneeling between them, tickle the pink slit of her cunt with your tongue, just on the button, and soon you will see her head thrown back, and her bottom moving up and down, and her thighs stretched out rigidly, in the ecstasy of a first spend,-and this when the rougher touches of a finger might cause more pain than pleasure. How many sisters have mutually experienced this pleasure from each other! How many school-girls! Many a mother had thus initiated her daughter, by a sweet kiss like this, watching the quivering side-to-side movements, the trembling hips, the heaving bottom; hearing the sighs of love whilst two of her fingers, buried in the rich hairy gap of her own matured cunt, have, by their and experienced motion, brought down the flood of pleasure at the same crisis, and so secured her daughter's love.
"And however old a woman or man is, the magic tongue will assuredly produce its effects; for what raptures many a dame of sixty or sixty-five has experienced from the well-paid caresses of a lascivious and knowing waiting-maid, whose skillful tongue, darting into the well-haired and thick-lipped cunt, draws forth the torrents of spunk from between the fat thighs of her mistress, who thus experiences the pleasures which she is too old, perhaps, to attract men to share. We must divide gamahuching into the single and double gamahuche; the single is when the one is passive, the other active, and then the reverse, each in her turn; the double gamahuche as the French call it, 'The great game', is where the two women or girls he one on the other, each with her head buried between the other's plump thighs, each with the active tongue fielding the button or darted as far as possible into the cunt, licking and rolling the inner lips, and the sides of the outer one rubbing the hair; their bodies mutually clasped round each other, rolling to and fro in the agony of delight, till with a shuddering spasm of lust, they inundate each other's pretty lips with a flood of spunk they mutually shoot forth: such is the great gamahuche, which we will consider and show examples of in a short time.
"To go back for a moment, however, the simple gamahuche is one often practiced when one is instructing the other, and where circumstances perhaps render it inconvenient to be naked, which both should be, to enjoy the great gamahuche properly. I will quote a little inimitable description, from the Diable Au Corps, by Andrea Nerciat. The Marquise and her waiting-maid Nicole are about to instruct Philippine into this charming sport, it is thus told: 'The Marquise seizes Phihppine by the shoulders and pushes her back, so that she falls crossways on the edge of the bed; Nicole, an old hand at it, and spurred on by her own lustful desires, finishes putting her in the proper position, and puts her hand under the thighs thus exposed; the Marquise takes on herself the task of pulling up all her clothes above her navel. Every charm that Philippine possesses is at the mercy of the lovely Marquise and Nicole; the burning lips of the latter soon find their way to the centre of attraction, with its pink, plump lips, and thick curls of ebon hair; her tongue soon finds the magic spot, the Marquise tickles the nipples of Philippine's breasts, with her tongue and finger, Nicole follows up her lead, with all her power, and love; Phihppine, by her sighs, by the hurried undulations of her breasts, by the tremulous movements of her bottom, and by that slight internal sound, that experts know so well, shows the extreme pleasure that she feels, till that supreme moment, when, stiffening out her whole body in one convulsive thrust upwards, she spends, and falls back again, while Nicole rises up, with her rosy lips covered with the pearly drops of liquid pleasure that are now seen trickling down Philip-pine's thighs, and hanging like dew on the curls of her cunt. Nicole's finger coming forth from her petticoats, slippery with moisture, shows that she has accompanied her greedy pupil to the end.' "
The murmurs of pleasure through the hall, and the many pairs of hands mutually missing from sight, showed how much this extract pleased the Empress's audience.
"There are many positions for the single gamahuche. We will organize three groups, showing you the three most convenient forms of it." Six lovely girls and women stepped forth, amidst the applause and excitement of the audience.
The first couple were two of about the same age. One disposed herself on the edge of the couch, so that her legs hung over the side; the other knelt between, and inserting a finger in her own cunt, soon had her lips and face buried in the quim of her lover. The Empress herself attending to this central group, tickled the nipples of the victims breasts, and reproduced exactly the scene described at full length above.
Of the other couple, a fine, stout, fat woman of forty-five leant over a chair, with its back towards her; the other, a girl of sixteen, with red hair, and curls of burnished red upon her little quim, sat on a stool between her legs, widely straddled apart; thus the bottom of the elder was just over her face, and she and all the audience had a view of a magnificent bottom, with its corrugated brown hole, surrounded by little ringlets of black hair, and pressed out between her thighs, the thick lips of her enormously developed cunt; the girl, thus conveniently placed, pressed her face against the red flesh of her quim, and darted in her tongue. The outrageously lustful passions of the elder woman soon showed themselves, convulsive tremors shook her frame, her cunt opened and shut on the girl's tongue. The latter was frigging herself furiously as she proceeded with her task; the elder woman supplemented her efforts by frigging herself on the button in front. Soon the crisis approached; we heard her murmuring: "Prick-cunt-fuck," till at last, with a spasmodic contraction of the cheeks of her bottom, a flood of spunk, creamy and thick, shot out like a man's over the face and bosom of her "Lover," and ran down her own thighs, whilst the girl spent on her own finger.
The third couple needs little description. The first woman laid herself flat on the bed, on her back, with her head on the pillow. The other knelt astride of her face, with her own face towards the feet of the first. By this method, her pretty bottom, friend's eyes whose lips and tongue were busy with its snowy hemispheres, was just in front of her cunt. By slightly stooping forward she could frig with her hand the lascivious quim in front of and below her, and clearly visible between the widespread thighs.
. The three couples soon exhibited these phases of gamahuching, and retired amidst applause; and as each successive step in useful knowledge was placed before the audience, by precept and example, we could see the blaze of sensual passion rising higher and higher. Fully developed women, with their mature charms, women of all ages, and children, were all occupied in exciting themselves, or each other, while the silver cups of cool concoctions passed rapidly round. An extract from the "Pearl Annual," in the form of a leaflet, was then handed round to each lady to further illustrate the subject, which ran as follows:
MY LAST NIGHT AT SCHOOL
The night before leaving Madame Minette's I slept with Miss Sappho, who was much grieved at the idea of my departure.
We retired to bed, entirely naked, and after hugging and kissing each other, till we were almost delirious from the intensity of our feelings. I then asked her to kneel on the bed, and lean forward till her elbows touched her knees. How lovely those superb buttocks appeared in this position! I kissed them madly; then gently pulling her thighs apart, I separated the cheeks of her bottom, and saw the lovely little pink hole, which perceptibly throbbed as I gazed. I perforated it with my finger, pushing it backwards and forwards, as she swayed to and fro, uttering low moans of enjoyment. I then parted them still further, and saw the innermost part of the delicious cunt, which was delightfully moist and sensitive.
"Gamahuche me, darling," she said, "or I shall die."
Instead of complying, I took up a birch, and commenced to flagellate that lovely bottom, tickling the inside of her thighs, and even the lips of her cunt.
She again commenced to move, and I saw the cheeks become rigid, and every muscle seemed strained to the utmost. Then her whole body appeared to throb, and I saw the spend trickling down between her thighs.
Before I could place my mouth on the beloved spot, to suck out every drop of the divine liquid, I fell to the floor in the agonies of emission, my sensations being so overpowering that I fainted.
When I recovered my senses, darling Sappho was seated across my loins, facing me, and frigging herself under my eyes. I begged her to kneel over me and frig herself with one of my nipples instead of her finger.
The darling girl complied, while I bit her belly, and passing one hand behind her, inserted a finger in her bottom-hole, the effect of which was the inundation of my nipple by her copious spend.
She then lay behind me, with her head towards my bottom, and raising one of my legs as high as she could, she literally took the whole of my cunt in her mouth, and sucked me till I howled aloud with rapture.
After this we fondled each other till our desires were again aroused. She then fastened on a dildo, and lying on my belly, fucked me with deep and long-drawn luscious thrusts, which speedily caused me to spend again, as I clung to her with a superhuman embrace.
I then took the dildo from her, and lying with my head on her thigh, took it in my hand, and fucked her in return, till she was utterly exhausted. We then fell asleep in each other's arms.
"You shall now see," said the Empress, "the final scene of the 'double Gamahuche.' I myself will show you the method with my own favorite, Lizette of the Viennese Circus; and I flatter myself that no woman better understands this, the crowning pleasure of Tribadism."
Loud applause followed, and six naked girls wheeled forward the voluptuous spring couch to the front of the dais, so that it stood sideways to the audience: the naked girls hastened to unrobe their splendid mistress, and she stood naked before all eyes. Her figure was tall, but rather embonpoint, her breasts were spheres of ivory, with rosy pink nipples standing out finely, a few little ringlets of hair growing round the nipple, a sign of lust; her waist, her feet, her legs, her thighs were all of lovely contours and fully developed curves; her cunt was over-shadowed with thick curls of ebony hair, which ran up in that rare but beautiful manner as far as the navel, after the manner of the Italian women. Lizette was naked as her mistress, had glowing dark red auburn hair, and her quim was quite covered with red curls of surpassing beauty and color. And whatever individual taste may be, there is no doubt that for sensual passion, for furious lust, and perfection in bed, nothing equals those red-haired women, not the negative blondes, with sandy red hair, white eyelashes, and pale blue eyes, but the positive blondes with the true auburn hair, red shot with gold, and hazel eyes with black eyebrows; these nothing can equal, and there is no sport of love in which they are matched, not even by the black, ebony-haired, and pale-faced ones, the next best color for lasciviousness.
But now appeared before all, that beauty which had so enslaved her mistress, namely her magnificent button; this, usually the size of the top of a finger or thumb, in most women, Lizette had (as so many Spanish, Italian, or tropical women) of the length of four and a half or five inches; it struck, t xcited as it was, straight out like a miniature prick. Unable to restrain herself at the sight, the Empress gave them, quite impromptu, a preliminary to the double gamahuche in the shape of a bottomfuck. This has been one of the great delights of Tribadism with those who are lucky enough to find a woman with it sufficiently developed. Throwing herself back, she drew Lizette on her, and clasping her close in her arms, pressed their quims close together, the ebony and gold in contact, then crossing her legs over her back, as with a man, she guided the stiff and rosy button into her cunt, and then so excited were they, that after a few frantic pushes, and pulls, we saw the spending trickling over their thighs; then without a moment's delay, the double gamahuche began. Lizette reversed herself on her imperial mistress, and mutually, with the face of each, and her tongue, buried in the thick juicy lips and thick curls of the other's cunt, they began to titillate the inmost recesses of them with their tongues; the Empress was sucking the button of Lizette while she was forcing her tongue, like a miniature prick, into the full-fledged cunt before her; soon the hands and fingers helped, a finger of each was pushed gently in and out of the corrugated holes of their bottoms and another in the passage wet and slippery of their cunts; their words grew thick and their bodies trembled with mad lust; the audience was electrified; then with one passionate clasp and heave their bodies stiffened out in the agony of spending, and the pearly drops of each oozed from their quims, over their crimson lips and flushed faces; they rose amid shouts of delight.
