"Confessions of a French Countess" is an extraordinary rarity in erotica for a number of reasons. Not only is it one of the frankest and most outspoken exposes of the love-life of the notorious Comtesse Marguerite De La Villiers, but it also gives us a very frank glimpse of the manners and morality of the French nobility.
The time of Countess Marguerite's revelations is during the reign of Louis the XIV, the "Sun King" whose immorality and profligacy with his innumerable mistresses are legendary. The wild and costly sex escapades of King Louis and his nobles were undoubtedly one of the causes of the French Revolution. The debauched escapades of the Royal Court's nobles and ladies inflamed a starving peasantry to the breaking point.
In addition, this little known volume, suppressed with good reason for more than a century in the secret French State Archives, now sheds an interesting glimpse on the secret intrigues of the Royal Court of France. The student of abnormal sex psychology will find that in the sensational love experiences of the young Countess that there is literally nothing new under the sun. Although not given the psychological tags of a later era, the reader will soon see that the amazing Countess Marguerite experienced every normal and abnormal sexual nuance with astounding frequency. It can truly be said of the indefatigable noblewoman that she left no deviation of love unturned.
"Confessions of a French Countess" has been annotated from the original manuscript now reposing in the rare exhibit vaults of the Bibliotheque Nationale de France by the French scholar Lucian Moreau. It is somewhat amusing to note how the frank revelations of some of the Countess's bawdier going-on shock the moral propriety of even this gentle scholar. However, his objectivity as a student prevails and he grimly reveals all of the Countess's peccadillos, to give them a polite name.
This rare volume was originally issued in a private printing of 300 in Paris, and is mainly in the hands of musuems, universities and some few collectors of erotica. Continental Classics now presents the completely unabridged, unexpurgated original book in another Continental Classic breakthrough.
This volume is entended for students of abnormal psychology, history and collectors of erotica. Although the general public will find much to interest him, this book is recommended for the mature, adult reader only.
Allen Saunders, M.A. New York City, August 1967
PREFACE
The fantastic journal printed within these pages is not altogether unknown to a select few of the literary searchers after the bizarre and the antique. It still exists in the Bibliotheque Enfer, the forbidden rare book section of the French National Library in Paris. Marked with the word "Secret de'l' Etat (State Secret) in the handwriting of the Emperor Napoleon himself, it was probably penned about the year 1775. The succeeding heads of the French government had evidently opened it, for it bears the autographs of very highly placed persons, among them Napoleon the Third. When it fell beneath my observation, it was opened, and had evidently been for some years unread.
The journal was remarkable example of sexual intimacy and described the writer's series of lewd and deviate sexual acts. But the attempt, wretched as it was, which appeared under another form and under another title, -was so absurdly abortive, so far as it was intended to illustrate and explain the motives which led up to the commission of the extraordinary crimes and extravagancies there detailed, that it was like putting before a select company the flavorless meat without the sauce. It was rendered valueless as a literary production by a bashful suppression of all the most important portions, -of those parts which alone could render the whole intelligible. It was the narration of the material facts without any attempt, -save here and there a lewd intimation, -to afford a tangible clue to the reasons which prompted them. A mere enumeration of crimes in themselves bizarre and exceptional and certainly inexplicable, except when taken together with the portions of this diary which have been hitherto suppressed.
The reader of these pages will have no occasion to complain of any similar omission on my part. I have endeavored closely to mirror the original journal, which my predecessor owns himself unable to have done, having no thorough knowledge of the written idiom of France at that time, -a manuscript, written, in the faded and delicate hand of the Countess herself, written from time to time as the incidents occured, and containing, in the broadest and crudest verbiage, a damning record of her most secret actions. I have omitted only the dry details which were uninteresting, and have supplied the necessary links from extraneous sources to make the narrative succinct and clear. Only in parts have I departed from the employment of the first persons singular, and that because I preferred to omit the gross expressions in the French tongue, which are so profusely scattered throughout, and to soften down many of the vulgarities, the reproduction of which serve no useful purpose to the student of this curious, physiological history.
Such as it is, I submit it to the judgement of the reader. It relates to a bye-gone age; its Heroine has long passed away; all traces of its incidents have become obliterated by the ruthless hand of Time. It can stir no feeling of remorse or revenge, and wring no heart among those which beat in the long-ago when its pages were freshly penned. It is simply now a curious study of the depravity of manners which followed the reign of the infamous Louis the Fourteenth, the "Sun King", and as such I must leave it to speak for itself.
Lucian Moreau Ph. D. Paris, France
CHAPTER I
The story we bring to you is a bizarre and an amazing journal of adventures -if one wishes to use that word. It is the shocking intimate diary of a high born lady who tasted of the baser forms of sexual license and the results it had upon her. High born she may have been, but her resultant actions couldn't have been more low born and base. The diary was detailed and factual -which makes it all the more shocking. The author, a countess of the blood. Her journal, a daily record of facts, fancies and emotions we should have been, and indeed were, always most anxious to bury in oblivion. Is there any fellowship in mere communion of pen with paper? Is there any relief from the isolation of selfish thought and secret action in commiting them to paper in the shape of a Journal or diary? -always, of course, to be destroyed -always to be destroyed! -cela va sans dire. Is it not that a secret something akin to pride and satisfaction at the very devilment, grows up in the individual, and inspires a feeling that it is a pity so much astuteness, -so much well earned gratification, should not be recorded -if only for our own future perusal, and then -to be committed to the flames? How much enlightenment does not the world owe to private journals, and how many of them were ever intended to see the light? It would be an interesting question to analyse, but one with which we have at present no concern. Suffice it to say the high and influential individual from whose copious, private notes I have boldly compiled the following facts, no longer exists, and that her private Journal, with other family papers and effects fell into the keeping of the Librarian of the French National Library, whose rare manuscripts and carefully assorted papers I had High Authority to inspect.
The period when the events of which I write happened, was during the reign of Louis the XIV, allowed by his Court, already contaminated by the open profligacy of his father, to wallow in the unrestrained vices he had inculcated, and encouraged by his own incentive a further continuance of the unbridled immorality of his nobles. The date was 1775.
If, reader, you wish in a few words to summarize the manners of the Court of France during the reign of Louise the XIV, read the following passage from an impartial historian:
"We do not believe," he writes, "that the history of any other people presents, in modern times, a more complete and more odious picture of immorality than that of the French people under the reign of the too famous Louis the XIV. The abominations of a Tiberius, the debaucheries of a Heliogabalus, all the impure traditions of degenerate and degraded Rome, do not strike the imagination with more astonishment."
"Paris had become a second Babylon, -aye, ten thousand times worse, even a Sodom, in the unrestrained excesses in which every class of its inhabitants, -court, nobles and people, -plunged and indulged," writes another commentator, "instigated by the fatal example of this much flattered but shameless "Sun King"."
Such were the times in which flourished the young French Lady of whom this narrative treats and whose Journal I annotate, and whose debut took place in an utterly corrupted society, the manners and example of which would alone have been dangerous,-even had there not been already in her those fatal germs of character and temperament which of themselves would have led to a life of impurity, encouraged by the general example.
La Comtesse Marguerite De La Villiers, daughter and only child of the Duke De La Villiers, one of the greatest and richest Nobles of France, was only a little over fourteen when as a debutante she first won the admiration of society by her beauty and rare charm of manner. Her mother had died in giving her birth. It must not be forgotten that in France a girl of fourteen is as advanced as a Western woman four years her senior. The education of the young Countess had been more than usually elaborate; she was an accomplished linguist, -she was taught from nursery, to be fluent in German, Spanish and English; and a Parisienne, a brilliant, if questionable, model of distinction, had added the finishing touch in all those fashionable trivialities which go to complete the finish for the grand monde.
It may be easily concluded that in such a society the distinction, coupled with the accomplishments and the superb beauty of the young Countess, were not long in drawing upon her the whispered remarks of envy and detraction. At this epoch of her career, I am not aware how much she had contributed to deserve the reports which were commencing to circulate of her passionate temper, her aptitude for pleasure and even of her irregularities. It was not likely that a spoilt, flattered, and cherished beauty like the Countess Marguerite would escape, but certain it is that the Duke, her father, knew nothing of such calumnies, and it was enough for him to think that his daughter, the heiress to a dozen estates and a thousand peasants, was immaculate by necessity, if not by choice.
The above particulars have been obtained by me from sources entirely unconnected with the remarkable Journal of which I have made mention, for it was not until afterwards, as appears by her own admission, that the young Countess commenced her entries in the pages the copying of which afforded me so much interesting occupation. I have thought this explanation, however, quite necessary to explain the character and position of the writer from whose secret Diary I proceed to paraphrase my narrative.
La Due De La Villiers held by special favour of the King the Military Governorship of one of the largest and most important Provinces of France, and as such he had practically the power of life and death over the people he governed. The Duke was of a lively and festive disposition, and being immensely rich, his entertainments and festivities were of a magnificent description. Thus the nobles of his Province led a merry, care-killing kind of life, and Vive le badinage! Vive le plaisir! Vive de joi! were the watch-words of the neighborhood. This was a dangerous vortex in which the young Countess was thrown, particularly as her father was frequently absent in Paris. It is at this period that the Countess Marguerite appears to have commenced to write her Journal.
Among the domestics attached to the service of the daughter of this illustrious noble, was her maid
Marie, a girl a little older than her mistress, and who appears, as is sometimes the case, to have been in her entire confidence. The Chateau in which the Governor resided was a building of vast extent, even for such an establishment in France, and the Countess had a wing set apart for her own occupation. Attached to the person of the Duke as Aide-de-camp was a young and handsome officer, whose name was Alain Courvaux; and, presumptuous as it may be though, the young officer had aspired to the love of the beautiful daughter. The intrigue was not unacceptable to the lady; and the Aide-de-camp found means, with the assistance of the maid, to enter the apartments of the Countess at night. Possessed of a temperament such as hers, the young lady could not resist even had she so intended, her handsome suitor, and it was therefore not only in her rooms, but in her bed and in her delightful young cunt she satisfied her fervent instincts and the hot throbbing penis of her ardent lover and his hot thrilling spurts of love juice. Alain, being a fine, vigorous, young man, of some twentythree years of age, found means to gratify her every wish in the amorous ecstasies in which the young pair indulged, while the maid Marie, ever on the watch, took care that neither the vague, half stifled sounds expressive of their pleasure, nor the slight noise occasioned by his entrance and exit should create suspicion by being overheard. The risk was tremendous, -arrest and the Bastille was the mildest fate awaiting the unfortunate Alain, were he caught in so heinous an offence by the unsuspecting Duke.
At this time the Countess was in the most lovely and perhaps the most captivating phse of her beauty. Just expanding into womanhood, she possessed attractions which had already drawn upon her the reiterated observations and attentions of King Louis himself. I have seen a portrait of her, representing a girl of surpassing loveliness, whose beautiful hair, dazzling complexion and delightful nubile curvaceous charms all contributed to the perfection of a Venus of antiquity. Her breasts and buttocks curved in harmony with her hidden perfections, while the grace of her carriage and pose would melt the ice of the polar regions. Her disposition was, however, little in accordance with her appearance. Her temper, spoilt and unrestrained, was very wayward and imperious, and she would think nothing of striking her servants, and indulging in language towards them, which would have astonished anyone not accustomed to the autocratic bearing of the powerful French nobles. She could brook no denial, no delay, and with her to desire was to possess, -to gratify a wish, or a fancy was to her imperious nature only the demanding of a right, the accordance of something she wanted and intended to have.
The liaison with Alain had continued over a month without anything transpiring to cause alarm, when a circumstance happened which altered the aspect of affairs. Marie had a brother, a coach-driver, who had often seen and observed the Countess; and this scoundrel, a burly, ill-conditioned fellow, who concealed his lewd character beneath a seemingly honest exterior, had not failed to notice a carnal intimacy between the Aide-de-camp and his young mistress whenever they thought themselves unobserved. Impressed with this idea, and having a grudge against the lover, Jean sounded his sister Marie, and the answers with which she attempted to put him off, only increased his suspicions. He watched like a cat, and at last saw the happy Alain enter the apartments of the young Countess late at night. He could not see, but could imagine the scene inside, the couple in hot sweaty nudity soft tits with hard nipples burning against his chest, stiff throbbing prick pulsating deep into her love-slick cunt, his approaching moment, the stiffening, her writhing moans as his burning gush of sperm jetting deep into her cunny, her hand lovingly cupping his balls between them to squeeze every last drop of lovejuice. Taking his measures cautiously, Jean managed to convey an anonymous letter to the Duke, the contents of which, whatever they may have been, were sufficient to cause that worthy to boil over with rage and vexation. Half incredulous, half inclined to credit the disgraceful innuendo conveyed to him by those foul means, the Duke De La Villiers hastened to his daughter's apartments. Confronted by the vigilance of the maid, he was obliged to pause a short time before thus precipitately invading the young lady's rooms.
When at length he did so, he found his daughter seated at a table, calmly reading, and only anxious on her father's account to learn the cause of so unusual a visit. The baffled Duke hastily surveyed the apartments and, on the pretext of thieves and other evil disposed intruders. At length, after a fruitless search he withdrew, and the Countess, carefully barring the doors, proceeded with Marie to open the massive chest in which they had ensconced the trembling Aide-de-camp. They did so, -but Alain had apparently been so overcome by terror that he could not move, -they touched him, -only to discover him dead. Any ordinary individual would have succumbed with terror in such a situation. The Aide-de-camp of her father found dead and in his daughter's apartments! -the idea was not to be thought of for a moment, nor was there any time to be lost. The Countess and the maid set their wits to work. Marie thought of her brother and ran to find him. He was not far off, you may be sure. Meanwhile, instead of weeping upon the loss of her lover, the Countess began to think that after all he was not quite up to her standard; in fact, she had been already wearying of him when this untoward accident happened.
Well, Jean was soon found, and readily promised, for reasons of his own, to do all that lay in his power to rid them of so troublesome a burden. He fetched his horses and his coach, and bringing it noiselessly through the fast falling snow, he lifted up the body of the unfortunate Aide-de-camp and threw it with little ceremony into the vehicle. Then off he went in the dead of the night to the frozen river hard by, and taking a pick with him, soon made a hole in the ice; into this he lowered the body of the young Alain with a stone tied to his feet, and then heaping up the snow above the hole, he left the corpse to be devoured by the eels of the Loire and the hole to be closed again by the frost.
The satisfaction of the Countess at being so easily freed from the consequences of her imprudence, quickly swallowed up every feeling of grief for the loss of her lover, and the disappearance of Alain was accounted for by supposing he had absconded in consequence of certain gambling debts which he could not meet, and of which he dreaded the knowledge coming to the ears of the Duke, as indeed appeared from the enquiry that was made.
Now Jean was thinking of the importance of the secret he possessed and of how to turn it to account; so he presented himself boldly one evening at the door of the Countess Marguerite's apartments and demanded of his sister to see this beautiful, young mistress himself. I should tell you that this Jean, like many of the French peasants brought up in serfdom, was lewd and cruel in no ordinary degree. He was also rapacious, and as big and broad in the shoulders as any of the Hussars in the service of the Duke. He knew, of course, the business which brought the unfortunate, young Aide-de-camp to the Countess' apartments, and it so happened that this boastful fellow thought himself as good as he to carnally satisfy the Countess, and also he counted on touching some good round sum for his silence and discretion.
When therefore the Countess stood before him, these feelings began to work within him, and he exhibited so stolid a demeanor, that his mistress saw with half an eye how the matter stood. You may be quite sure Jean did not refuse it therefore, when the beautiful girl put a handful of twenty franc notes into his big palm, and then asked him if he would take a drink from her own silver flask of brandy. Gradually, as she smiled upon him, his confidence increased, and with it the impudence of his desires. The Countess was clever enough to judge him rightly at a glance.
"I suppose, High and Noble Lady, you have no sweetheart now?" inquired Jean with an attempt at a grin meant to be knowing.
"No, Jean -none at all; sometimes," she added smiling, "I think I must get another."
Jean saw his chance, and impudently suggested:
"Suppose I find one for your Grace?"
"That would hardly do, my good Jean, I would prefer to choose for myself. I should not like to trust another, no matter how clever he be."
"He would be a fortunate fellow!"
"Perhaps, -that would depend upon himself -he would have to be tall and broad, and well built, and strong and big enough to put a heavy man through the ice, Jean!"
"By the Holy Saints! but I am all that," grinned Jean.
"If that be so, Jean come nigh, -fou (fool), and let me see for myself what sort of a man ye be; especially that part of man that hangs down between his legs, all three parts of him."
With that the young Countess motioned Jean to divest himself of certain portions of his vestments, which that worthy had no sort of hesitation in obeying, for he understood her.
After a few seconds spent in unfastening strings and buckles, for the untutored nature of the French peasant has but little reserve, Jean let fall his lower garments and half exposed his genitals before the eyes of the beautiful girl. He bared an immense prick like a scarlet branch and a huge set of balls in a hairy bag to match the lewd staff under her avid gaze. His horse-sized pecker erected outward toward her, curving upward, and away from his balls. As the huge rod grew the skin peeled away from the big, acorn shaped head parting the hole at the tip, from which a drop of his sperm lewdly glistened.
The young Countess, whose lustful nature was quickly aroused no sooner beheld the brawny proportions of the peasant's monstrously lewd parts, than she became aflame with desire, despite his dirty appearance and his peasant dress of greasy skins. The cunning stud had exposed quite sufficient to make the lascivious Countess eager , and as she gazed with quickened breath and burning cheeks, he felt the charms, of so delicious and choice a morsel thus quietly inspecting his horselike cock with so much indelicacy, raise gradually his carnal appetite to an almost irresistible degree.
"You are a fine fellow, Jean, your sweetheart should be fond of you, -but you are also terrible -let me examine closer, fou, that with which you make love."
She bent closer so her face almost touched the head of his monstrous shaft. Her lips met his cock-head in a wet thrilling union which caused his already large dick to harden even further, especially when her tongue tickled, gushes of glad-come.
The crafty coachman stood erect and grinning shamelessly. As for the Countess, she was busily laving his huge dick head with skilled lips and tongue, as the suction of her soft labia drew pleasurably upon his sexual shaft. Jean, now fast becoming mad with throbbing lust, could hardly contain himself with longing to satisfy his desires. He knew he was about to use all his control to keep from ejaculating his hot spurting sperm.
She sensed this and with a last flick of her tongue along the glistening purple head of the monstrous prick, she withdrew her lips from it.
She put her small fair hand upon his swollen prick in a manner that made his dong seethe and his balls to swell and ache more than ever at the exciting contact of her fingers. She gentle slapped the dangling testicles.
Jean cunningly saw the aroused condition of the Countess, and he enjoyed, you may be sure, the indelicate touches and examinations to which she was now subjecting him. He therefore allowed her every facility in her investigation, and boldly removed almost every vestige of his raiment.
The driver was indeed a fine fellow, -in this the Countess had spoken truly. Nearly six feet high, with broad, well built frame and much muscle on his strong limbs, he was a model for an artist, and his face, endowed like his body with much hair, although cunning in its character and brutal in its expression, was not ugly.
The Countess having thus literally 'taken the bull by the horn', her lascivious nature fully aroused was not likely to stick at trifles. She saw the effect of her lewd actions upon the peasant, and it served also to fire her loins and carry her senses beyong the restraint of reason. With panting lips, she muttered, while her caresses became more and more pronounced. She felt her love juices dribble out of her pussy and moisten the crotch of her drawers.
"Jean, can I trust you, can you keep a secret?"
"That can I! Have I not one already in my possession!"
The Countess smiled as she drew his naked body towards her:
"Jean, I will take you for my lover, you shall screw with me. You shall lie in my arms your prick shall screw my aching cunt. This huge thing that I toy with, peasant, fool! shall feel the warm love passage -it shall penetrate to my inmost parts -I will not refuse it for its length, nor for its breadth, large though it be, -it shall be received into my cunt and we will fuck together. Your sensations shall become wet ecstasies, until your love juices will drown my pussy," and she who spoke in the common dialect of the peasantry so that she might be the better understood of the commoner, fairly trembling with her own excitement, pushed her beautiful lips, moist and pouting, up to Jean's and gently inserted her pointed tongue between them. He eagerly sucked upon that tongue which had so recently toyed and tickled his prick, and he could taste upon it the sticky fluid she had licked off the head of his shaft.
You may imagine the vulgar farmer was not any longer passive. Throughout the burning sentences of the Countess, feeling the excessive titillations to which she was subjecting him, her words sinking at the same time into his heart and firing his coarse imagination, he was endeavoring to clasp his arms around her, and his big hands wandered about her intimacies, vainly trying to discover a road to those beauties he longed to explore.
Then Marguerite deigned to assist him. Her garments opened and discovered her two lush protruding breasts, both naked to the gaze of her servitor. It was now his turn. Impatient of delay and mad with lust, he rushed upon her nakedness. He covered her sexual parts with kisses from head to foot, he suffered his caresses, his hands roved everywhere pon her charms, even her most private parts were at his mercy. His big fingers plundered the soft hair-surrounded lips and the love-slick tunnel of her pussy. Soon his fingers were covered with the product of her arousals. He put his lips were his fingers were and he shot a stiff tongue between the cunny lips and darted the tip like a snake from spot to flowing spot. She withheld nothing, but gave up her fair body to him without reserve; there Jean boldly carried his touches, his kisses, until, heated by his embraces, the Countess displayed as much abandon as the peasant.
Then the coachman sought to satisfy his passion and assuage his lust on the person of his mistress. He rose up, and separating her willing thighs, he mounted on her body, and placed the head of his huge engine between her cunt lips. Thus was their flesh united, and their warm breath mingled and their sighs, joining in an equal desire, bespoke their hot impatience. Already the fierce ravisher was at her half-opened pussy lips, essaying an entrance which the rude attempts of his monstrous shaft and the disproportion of the parts themselves rendered futile. Again and again he tried to adjust his penis to the narrow hot road of her cunny, -he began to fear the delicate sheath of the Countess was not for a horsecock like his to enter.
But now, true to her promise, the Countess came to the assistance of the lout. Never before had she been subjected to an equal attack, but her desires equalled his own and she was not likely to be deterred by the difficulties capable of being overcome. Seizing the fellow anew by his distended cock, with her own fair hand she slid him into her joy-moistened hole and lending herself to the indelicate operation, she sought to effect an entry and to pierce her love nook with the weapon of love whose enjoyment she had counted upon; her experience and determination succeeded in effecting that which all the brutal force of the peasant could not accomplish, for already she felt her pussy parts penetrated and the huge assailant slid into the right road. Withdrawing her hand, with clenched teeth and with bated breath she awaited the full shock of his huge pecker into her slender but slick cunt.
"Push now, fellow, and enter the hole to your heart's content," she hissed below her breath.
The impatient Jean no sooner detected the delicate pressures to which his cock was now subjected, than he discovered his advantage, and judging that he had nothing more to do to gain his point than to thrust forward without other regard than his own pleasure, so set to work with wriggling hairy buttocks and supple loins that he forced his lance to the hilt in the lovely tight pussy until the head of his dick pressed against her womb. As for his mistress, she was sensible to the hot impalement, and feeling that she had nothing more to dread and that she had received as she wished the stiff prick of the coachman into her body as far as it was possible to penetrate, she wound her limbs around the fellow's naked middle and hugged him so closely that his swaying balls rubbed against her pussy lips, and thus their bodies lay conjoined, Countess Marguerite delighting in the throbbing of Jean's rampant ramrod within her taut cunt.
But Jean soon released himself by main force and finding himself in a sort of ecstatic heaven, the sensations he experienced goaded him on, movement became a necessity and he set to work with active loins to complete the business for her with such strength and energy that the Countess cried out aloud in her physical delight. The coachman worked away, and no sooner saw the state of his companion and that she shared his pleasures, than his movements redoubled, and mingling their sobs of ecstasy, their bodies rose and sank in the performance of the obscene act. The Countess wished it might last forever, Jean struggled to arrive at the crisis of his enjoyment, which would also put a period to his pleasures. The Countess felt the cock of the lewd fellow becoming harder and hotter, the peasant almost felt his senses leaving him as they arrived together at a frenzied humping coition, and with such hard snorts of satisfaction as a stallion utters on a more, he injected into the body of the Countess an amazing huantity of his hot sperm. The intoxication of his copious discharge caused Jean to emit low cries of delight, while the young lady overcome by the ecstasy he as occasioning her, lay almost fainting as she received the inundation of burning, milky jets.of his orgasmic elease, a copious amount of jetting sperm that filled her love-garden with a hot ecstatic drenching, scarcely had Jean finished than he recommenced, and his partner, who began to relish beyond all she had ever experienced the potent prick of the vulgar fellow, gave herself entirely to the brutal enjoyment of being thus fiercely outraged. After three complete and separate courses the coachman withdrew is hot dong from her cunt, having appeased his arnal appetite for the time and lay panting with half closed eyes at her side.
No very long interval occured before the thoughts of the lewd pleasure he had enjoyed with his lovely mistress, and perhaps also the tingling sensations left behind from his late employment, caused Jean to again exhibit returning symptoms of his virility. The sight of the dirty fellow in this condition again inflamed the desires of the Countess Marguerite, and her lascivious kisses and touches upon the big cock head had such a corresponding effect upon Jean that he quickly resumed his position upon her, and with eager thrusts penetrated her noble young pussy. No sooner, however, was his huge cock sheathed where they wished, and their bodies, close pressed together, again in movement, than the door of the chamber opened and Marie made her appearance.
Visions of the lash and of dungeons floated before the eyes of Jean, who saw the door open and a figure enter. Withdrawing himself prick curvedly erect and penis smoking, unable from fear to do more, he remained staring, his indecency fully exposed to the view of Marie, while the Countess, biting her red hps with vexation, divided her attention between the swollen member of the peasant dangling over her belly and the bold intruder.
Now Marie was fully aware of the irregularities of her mistress, whose debut had been already made in such a court as that of Versailles, impregnated with the bestial vices of Royalty, which had, indeed, as they could not fail to do, produced all the effect of which they were capable upon the manners and temperament of the Countess Marguerite; but this last stud quite took her by surprise, to say nothing of the astonishment and dismay with which she recognized her bare-balled brother in such a lascivious position. The waiting-woman was therefore about to retire, when the voice of her mistress commanded her to stop.
"Shut and bolt the door! -Marie, -come hither! at once. I order you, to do all I command." Then seeing the girl still hesitating at the strange spectacle -the Countess, having risen, stamped her small foot in a fury and shook her clenched fist at Marie.
But the Countess knew her part to perfection, it was no mere serving wench who would out-maneuver her. She scorned to cover her naked sex-sweated body, but stood erect in all her loveliness. Jean equally nude looked on with gaping eyes. Seizing the erected pecker of the coachman, the Countess shook it in the face of her maid, sending flecks of sperm onto her cheek and lips.
"Do you see that, Marie? Your brother is a fine fellow, -nay, -none of your mock modesty, but tell me what you think."
Thus authoritatively appealed to, the maid stammered out something by way of reply and stood trembling awaiting the orders of her impetuous mistress, her eyes fixed upon her brothers huge, naked prick, still dripping gunk.
Marie had been brought up in a manner superior to that of most of her class, having been singled out with others from among the peasant girls on the Duke's vast estates, for the Countess's service. In the pursuance of this career, she had been separated from her family and had seen little of this brother Jean until her return from the capital with her mistress, upon the Duke assuming the functions of Governor. I do not wish to imply that the French peasantry, at the time of which I collate my facts, were an altogether abandoned people as regard their morals, but it could not be expected that so much vice, open and unchecked, as affected the upper classes, should not cast a descending shadow upon the lower portion of the community, and the peasants, it must be remembered, had not even the incentive of liberty to ennoble their ideas of life. Marie was no better than they and had besides received into her mind all the debasing influence of court life at Versailles. She was a girl of more than ordinary good looks, and of course had received a corresponding amount from the other sex, in regards to hump.
It so happened that Jean was not troubled with any saintly scruples regarding his affinity, and had indeed conceived a secret longing to screw his sister, which had already tried to make her agree, but without success. Marguerite had her own views; she saw how much the pair were bound up with herself in an awkward secret, and she never permitted any scruples to oust her from her purpose when once conceived.
Taking therefore the greedy stare of the naked, big dicked coachman for a good sign, she dragged the girl forward, and seizing her hand, placed it upon the slick half turgid shaft of her brother. The latter, catching the idea and burning to satisfy his uncompleted enjoyment, not only furthered the proceedings of the Countess, but drawing Marie towards him, kissed her repeatedly upon the mouth, as his prick swelled in his sister's soft hand.
"Come, Marie," said her mistress, "no shyness and no modesty. Jean is yet unsatisfied, a pretty girl like you will not do him any harm. See what a state his tool is in!"
Between them they hustled her to the couch. She was too frightened of the Countess to offer any serious resistance. In another second the brutal rustic, who seemed to think the affair an excellent joke, had turned her skirts up over her large breasts and left exposed her young and well formed lower limbs. The Countess aided him, encouraging him by her voice and example. Then brandishing his cock, which had never lost the evidence of its virility, he advanced to the incestuous attack, half drunk with lust and the excitement of this new object. Thus the group of three struggled together, surging sometimes to one side and sometimes to the other, as the fierce Jean strove to effect his purpose. At length a favorable opportunity presenting itself, he drove forward sinking the head of his huge, wet prick between the lips of his sister's cringing pussy. About four inches of his sinful rod disappeared into the helpless cunt, as the naked countess watched eagerly and, with a cry of triumph succeeded in forcing the cunt of his sister to accept his driving shaft to the limit. He was in her so deep that his balls rubbed against her pussy lips and the surrounding pubic hair tickled his dingles.
The Countess stood aside and delightedly watched the operation as the desperate movements of the fellow betrayed his pleasure. Marie, half smothered by his weight and frightened almost out of her senses, offered no opposition, and her incestuous brother, labouring to complete the business, ended in a groan of delight as he felt the final moment seize upon his senses and he ejaculated a flood of semen into his sister's sex-passage. Having discharged to his complete satisfaction, he withdrew from his sister's hole and hastily covered his reeking prick and balls.
The two women then made haste to get rid of the peasant, the Countess promising him a speedy renewal of their obscene pleasures and his sister reproaching him for his unnatural act, while at the same time secretly relishing the hot pleasure of it. She still tingled from the screwing as she felt the flow of her brother's come dribbling out of her hole and down her legs in a gooky flow, for he had indeed shot a hefty wad into her.
The wanton Countess was physically and mentally sated and smugly secure in the knowledge that the sensual and voluptuous maid would by no means relate the shameless happenings which took place now that Marie had been thoroughly fucked by her own brother. She couldn't very well have the world know of her incestuous shame.
CHAPTER II
Some portions of her Diary are so extraordinary that I have thought it best to give them literally, with only reservations of which I speak; in other cases her descriptions, not only of her feelings, but of facts and scenes, are so elaborated that they cannot fail to make a deep impression on the translator, and it would be utterly out of my power to reproduce them in all their brilliant colouring and forcible delineation.
So much was I I interested in the study of this strange physiological phenomenon, that I took some pains to discover a portrait of the Countess herself, and at length found one of full length, hung in a place in The Louvre. It represents a young and singularly beautiful woman of apparently nineteen or twenty years of age. Her eyes were not easily forgotten by me. Of surpassing loveliness, they seemed in their lustrous depths to pierce the beholder to the very soul. Her complexion was fair, -surpassingly fair, and her hair, which was auburn, fell in luxurious waves upon her shoulders. Her forehead was high and noble, her air haughty and imperious but apparently capable of giving expression to much tenderness and sensibility. The portrait haunted me for months and indeed inspired me to complete the task I had already commenced, namely of copying and paraphrasing this extraordinary Journal. To such of my readers as may not understand French, I may remind them that the insolent and imperious tone employed by the nobles towards their peasants was of usual occurrence, and indeed expected by them as a matter of course and received in a spirit of respectful submission.
After describing her first interview with Jean on the occasion we have seen, the Countess goes on to relate her second, but as much of this is of so peculiar a character, I think it best to give it in her own words, in all due honesty.
"Two days after his first coming and the success of my experiments upon him, I sent again for Jean. I felt a necessity for some relief from the privation I endured alone, and he was well fitted to afford it to me. During the interval, I had thought of nothing but his vigour and his abilities. He guessed very well my object and wanted no inducement to second my most lascivious ideas. I bade the peasant draw near and cast off his rough clothing. He obeyed with the awkwardness of the stud lout he was. I made him uncover and expose his sexual parts and his brawny legs. I looked upon his private parts and I saw his large prick gradually increase and erect itself, which separated from his two huge balls, -large they were to match in proportion the horse-cock which they so eagerly feed with his seminal out pourings, in profuse quantities. I kept him at a distance while I threw open my robe and exhibited my nearly naked intimate charms, covered only by my silk chemise, with my stockings and little shoes.
My charms inflamed him, -his cock rose thick and purple, curving upward in an arc with desire. I called him to me, made him stand before me and took his balls in my hands. His balls were immense, swollen with sperm and his bush and belly all covered with hair. All this aroused in me the strongest erotic desire; this fellow's genitals excited in me feelings I had never previously known. The view, the touch, of his private parts intoxicated me. I had found something to satisfy, for the moment, my most lewd imaginings. I felt so happy and delighted with this man's genitals. He put his hands upon my titties and between my legs, he kissed me everywhere, I rubbed and skinned his huge head, Jean toyed with my pussy opening. His rough touches were delightful; for each movement of his fingers prodding between the cunny lips I returned him a squeeze of his ramrod, or a cupping of his big dangling ball-sac, rolling the two soft fruits together.
"Is that delightful?" I asked him, "do you like the sensation of my touches upon your family jewels?"
"High Excellency, your touches are heaven itself, your servant is ravished by your condescension."
"Suppose I continue to shake it thus, -so! what would you do?" I rubbed and shook his rapidly stiffening, scarlet ramrod.
"I should then come too soon," he used this word knowing no other; it was the common, coarse expression of the peasants; "and you, High Excellency, yould deprive me of the delight of giving you that which you permitted me to enjoy on the last occasion, and I would shoot my load all over your belly and thighs instead of inside your sweet royal pussy where it belongs."
"What was that?" I inquired, smiling.
"You permitted your servant to enter there," and suiting the action to the touch, he inserted the tip of his finger between the pink moist cunny lips. "I was allowed to hump with you," (another coarse expression) "I enjoyed great pleasure, I was nearly dead with delight."
"Oh, Jean, did my body so enchant you? But your cock is immense, is it not? I fear, unsuited to a royal hole so tender and narrow as mine."
All this I said the better to sexually excite him, and I watched his eyes suffuse with passion and his strong cock throb with desire to plunge into my nooky.
"Oh, but I will be so tender that your servant will not hurt you, I will not be the least violent, I will be as a lamb in the hands of the wolf, you shall do with me as you like -only let me try -see! my prick is already weeping with the thoughts of entering, its head is covered with the dew of its desires, already it prepares the means of oiling the beautiful place -let it enter."
"No, Jean, I fear its size -you would hurt me too much."
"Say not so, Excellency, I will only give you pleasure, I will gently stir your feelings to pleasure I will ride you deliciously and fill your body with the joy of my vigour; I will push you strongly when your spasms overcome you and you shall swim in the volume of my seminal seed. Your womb shall vibrate constantly with delight and your own sweet juice shall not cease to flow."
I closed my eyes -Jean clasped me in his strong arms, he drew me towards his naked frame, he pressed his loins upon my tender, pink belly and thighs. He pushed his bumping cock between my thighs -it was hot and firm as a bone -its touch electrified my body as it burned against my pussy lips.
I murmured, "You will kill me."
Jean paid no attention to my remonstrances -they were only intended to excite him the more. I relished this savagery; to be the victim of his brutal lust was joy to me; but he had not yet his own way. His parts touched my own; the nut of his cock, distilling impatient drops, pressed upon the lips of my cunny, seeking an entrance for its stiffened length. It was as the cart stallion engaged in an unequal struggle of amatory desire with a lady's palfrey. I nearly succumbed -then rousing myself I pushed his bumping parts from me -I wished to enjoy the preliminaries, -to provoke him further. He rose and again looked upon his parts; his huge prick, inflamed by my resistance, pointed upwards and wagged in front of him, from the curly' public hair. It was redder, fiercer than ever, -complaining of my resistance, with abject entreaties, he seized me again -he threw himself once more upon me, with his knee he parted my soft thighs. Again I felt the contact of his hot cock along my cunny-gap. His first attempts were awkward as before -he hurt me, I told him so, the head of his member was pushing through the lips, even thought they were lubricated by my passions.
"It enters now -what pleasure!" he cried, thrusting hard at my parted cunt.
In effect half of his pecker was deep up my belly, I feared to lose that which he had to give me and I assisted him in his brutal efforts to penerate the loveslick vagina -gradually he slipped into my sheath. I felt the burning impalement with hungry delight, and then, driving downward his loins, he went to work in earnest. He entered me, until my innards felt gorged with this man's burning member. Then he shook me dreadfully and thrust in all the remainder of his prick, so that his penetration deep into me was complete and his enjoyment commenced. His strokes were delicious and in spite of the size and vigour of his horse-cock, I began to help him. His thrusts were accompanied by low, gutteral drooling cries. I raised my legs and lay them across his bare back. He pressed up to me and buried his entire cock in my body which rose responive to his thrusts. His swaying balls rubbed against my well filled pussy as if they were trying to enter my hole also. Our faces touched, our tongues twisted together, our breath came and went in one long sob.of pleasure, my eyes closed in convulsive ecstasy. Our bodies were firmly united, his conjunction was such thai I felt every spasm, -every throb of the man's virile power. He rolled and heaved upon me, -his being became confounded with mine. He appeared to identify himself in his fervent flesh with my own. His member, thrust forward with huge efforts, could penetrate me no further. My sources opened and supplied a constant flow of love-juice by which to sustain his deep and rapid movements; the exhalations which came from him entered my womb and intoxicated my eager senses, as well as drenching his organ.
"Oh, Jean, you have entered my very soul, continue now to move so delightfully -press me with the vigour of your strong manhood. Are you not now happy in the possession of my person? Your cock fills me with rapture, -it is as a bar of molted iron, -it passes up to my vitals."
The coachman could not respond in words, but he drew his prick up and down with spasmodic excitement. His pecker, caused me to quiver, and no longer confined for want of humidity, passed to its full extent to my womb -his shocks became shorter and felt his balls swollen with sperm on my thighs. He paused a moment as if to gather all his forces into one effort, then he gave me that for which I burned. He squeezed my body to his own and with his huge prick buried in me to his dangling globes, as he came I felt him filling my womb with torrents of hot seed. I had never experiences anything like this injection of his come, thrice before I threw him off, the lusty fellow inundated me with it, and each time I received it with cries of rapture as the milky gushes spurted into my womb like a hot geyser.
Then I lay myself on his body and slept -I know not how long. I was happy, and delighted with the vigour of my rustic lover. I awoke to find his lips and tongue caressing my spunk filled pussy. His tongue lanced about inside my passage, lapping the flow of musky woman juices combined with the starchy juices of his own ejaculations. I put down my hand and grasped his organ, -it was as strong and straight as at first. I delighted to feel its length and its breadth. Jean was not idle, but my caresses disturbed him -he wished to recommence, -to lance me again, but I stopped him. He pulled his mouth from my pussy and struggled to get upon me, but I prevented him. I ordered him to remain tranquil. My touches inflamed him, but I insisted on his submission. His prick was immense, the top was like a ripe plum. I forgot for the time it was not one, and I treated it as if it were. The peasant had never been so feted; he could not remain quiet, -his body vibrated all over. By my lascivious movements, I gradually drew him on, -I tasted as much pleasure as himself. I manipulated him in such a way as to increase each moment his enjoyment, in one hand I held his dangling globes, -I embraced his love-rod with my moist lips, -I let it enter between them and I savoured the virus of this man's vigour as he did mine. I felt I could not continue without sucking. I was undecided, -I said to myself, while I am making up my mind (confirming in myself) how to proceed, this man's sperm will shoot into my mouth, He is already at the point of emission. I burned to enjoy and to be enjoyed -to be again ravished by this lewd stud whose low and brutai instincts gave me so much pleasure. But then his naked cock was so great an attraction to me! -in my delirious admiration of his parts, I was almost beside myself. Suddenly it was too late to make a decision, for he came in my mouth. A veritable flood of sticky, slick jets shot between my lips and I couldn't swallow fast enough, some of the hot flow ran down the sides of my lips as spurt after spurt shot into my gullet. He shot enough of his love juices for three men. I could hardly let go the flaming column from my grasp, as his love flow soaked my face. Then with a deep wet sigh I arose; I wiped my face, -he rushed upon me, for I fell backwards on the side of my bed -as I fell I turned, -I twisted my body round -he seized me round my loins, -he intended to complete his erotic enjoyment to come again -the exact manner appeared to be immaterial to him, -I felt him pressing his hot middle upon my buttocks, his breath scorched my neck -his ramrod was already thrust betwixt my legs -he sought in vain an entrance to my cunny parts. No wonder he was baffled, his size was enormous, -his prick was like unto me a red-hot bar. Then I raised one leg, he took advantage of my movement -in an instant I felt his huge column entering -it passed up between the pussy lips -unto my womb, I felt delicious sensations and favoured him all I could. His pecker wallowed in slick, wet pleasure, he did not stop long before I found his organ discharging his sperm in a great continuous gush. It was then my turn to wallow in the hot, wet pleasure and I received it to the last drop with little cries of ecstasy. My body and the linen of my bed was covered with the spermal^ evidences of the coachman's virility. What did I care! I only sought to enjoy -it was Marie's business -not mine, to replace my soiled linen, and as for my body, I sought to innoculate myself with the starchy, sticky seed of Jean at every pore."
It is almost impossible to conceive anything more rapid than the development of the vices which blazed in the character of the young and fascinating Countess. As may readily be supposed, an association such as that between her and her low-born lover could only tend to degrade her deeper and deeper. Of course he had his low vices, -his vulgar language in which to explain them, and his young mistress appeared to take an especial delight in making him recount his acts of sensual lust, his debauched and dissolute exploits.
The act of incestuous crime to which the Countess had been a witness, if not a participator, was now repeated. Marguerite, beguiled herself, as such seasons especially as she found herself unable to indulge in more personal gratifications, in instigating and overlooking the wildest acts of debauchery between brother and sister. Marie, a pretty, mischievous, but unprinicipled girl, taught to believe in her young mistress before all else, at first relucant, soon lent herself to the incestuous sexual union with her brother with evident gratification. Thus, scarcely a week passed without the pair indulging naked in the utmost lechery in the presence, and with the encouragement of the Countess, who looked on with greedy eyes at their unclean enjoyments, and even added by her lascivious suggestions and manipulations, to their already stimulated lust. Now kissing the aroused girl, now placing the brother's huge, swollen prick into the sister's passion-wet cunt, stroking his heaving naked buttocks as he pumped his huge pecker into his sister, now kneeling between the thighs of the heaving stud to squeeze or lick his balls as they rested on his suster's cunt, which always caused him to ejaculate his spurts into his sister's willing hole.
The Countess thus describes her experience with these two secret companions in her orgies:
"While I commenced to undress Jean, his sister, at a certain distance, divested herself deliberately of her clothing. As piece by piece was removed or let fall, I noted with delight the effect upon her brother. I took care his excitement should not flag. I opened his garments, he divested himself of his coverings, and then little by little I exposed to the gaze of his sister his enormous prick in violent scarlet erection, and in keen appreciation of the pleasures to come. The girl riveted her eyes upon it, -her mouth opened, -her breath came hot and hard and her cheeks flushed with desire. By this time, naked to her silk stockings and smart shoes, she stood a willing mark for the huge javelin of stiffened prick flesh which menaced her nookie. Lascivious in her attitude, she exposed to her brother all her nudity, the curling, black cunny hair which plentifully covered her pussy lips softly parted, and the red chink became visible between. With gently undulating movements of her supple loins she invited him to the attack. Jean feasted his eyes on all he saw, -with my hands I excited his column -I rubbed it slowly up and down until the loose skin refused any longer to cover the hard, swollen purple glistening head. His eyes shone with lust, his loins worked responsive to my touches. I led him forward; Marie sighing, fell upon the couch -he mounted on her naked body, and I, parting the wet pussy lips with my own hand, guided the huge cock of the fellow into the moist furrow. His sturdy thrusts did the rest, and I beheld the stiff column of glistening cock disappear up into the cunt of the young girl and disappear to his globes. Seizing her in his arms, he pressed on, and with regular beats which made the chamber resound, he quickened his enjoyment until at length he came, filling the eager pussy-tunnel of his own sister with his hot wet ejaculation, then he rose, his slippery prick dripping with his come seed, from his sister's arms and body.
"It was one of those occasions, when from a periodical disqualification, I could not enjoy him in the more ordinary manner, that I found myself disporting with his long yard, moulding, toying and kissing the plum-like head. Parting my caressing lips, I allowed it to enter my oral cavity -he made the same movement in my mouth he was accustomed to enjoy in another part of my body. Desire overcame every other feeling in me, -I wished to enjoy, -I was conscious of my inability to do as usual. I only encouraged him, holding the sturdy column at the base with firm lips. From time to time he stopped -I well knew why. The motion he made excited me, and although the size of his penis incommoded my mouth I relished the savour of his parts. The intruder grew hotter, harder -I abandoned myself to the enjoyment. Jean tried to extricate his dick from my mouth -I made him enter only further. Then it happened as that time before -I felt him press up to me, -suddenly my mouth was loaded with hot, wet starchy goo -I heard him gasping -a deluge seemed to be pouring from his lance head -it was thick and glutinous. I found it delicious and I let him shoot every drop of his pleasure into my mouth. From that moment I became convert to this passion, and wanted it as much as outright humping.
In short, I became addicted to that unnatural connection of the sexes, and even the same sex can indulge in this obscene liquid appetite, that if which I speak about is called by the authorities, fellatio, or by the crude and the base, cock-sucking. Perverted, the act may be, but it is far more widespread than one would believe -possibly because it is a depraved union.
CHAPTER III
The Countess was slipping into the deviate pit of aberrations, and once into this hole of obscene lewdity, it is a snare of the senses. It is much easier to fall into a well than to climb out of it -if possible.
The lovely, svelte, regal but wanton Countess was treading on thin ice. She was now fairly launched on a course of sexual conduct which was not fail to be brought with mischances, and she soon fully realized the risks. The Duke De La Villiers, her father, was a man of strict moral propriety, though not of harsh manners, and while he allowed a very full latitude to his guests in the frivolities of his sumptuous entertainments, he had a rigid idea of the dignity of his family and position, and was quite strict in behaviour. It may therefore, appear singular that his daughter should have voluntarily chosen to implicate herself in an intrigue which involved so much danger to herself. Like most self-willed persons, she had hardly counted on the results, or on the singular complications which were about to arise. She had given way to her ardent nature and had allowed her unbridled passions to run riot without stopping to think of the consequences. She had set the ball rolling and it went downhill and; she was now powerless to stay its onward rush.
A very short acquaintance with Jean was sufficient to disillusion her of the charms of his society. The fact of his indecent intimacy, with the young Countess was of itself too much for his stupid, brutish nature to hide, without engendering an amount of vanity which began to evaporate at every pore of his thick skin. But the peasant had a worse vice than that of vanity -he was addicted to occasional fits of inebriety, and the bottles of wine which on these occasions he swallowed, would have sufficed for a dozen Frenchmen. The place he preferred in which to indulge his drinking propensities and at the same time gather round him a selection of the choice spirits of the village, was the tavern, kept by a giant of the name Pierre, -a fellow of some six feet three whose feats of wrestling were the theme of much admiring discourse in the surrounding country. Seated by the fire of great logs, Jean would gossip and play cards by the hour, until frequently almost too drunk to know his way, he would stagger home to his bed in the hut next to the stable.
It was at this time that Pierre began to notice the lavish manner in which Jean spent his money, how he paid liberally for the drink supplied to others of his companions, and also the boastful nature of his conversation. The coachman was bantered on the subject of his well-filled purse and would reply that his sister was in great favour with her rich and powerful mistress, that the Countess lavished no end of money upon her maid, and that he, her brother, had the benefit of it.
This explanation served to satisfy his friends, among whom, thanks to the generosity of the Countess, he was fast becoming quite a hero. The rustic mind did not care to trouble itself much further; Jean had cautioned them that if they talked about it, his sister might get into trouble, and the result would be, no more drinking bouts, no more treating at his expense; so his companions were glad enough to accept what fell to their share and say nothing about it outside the door of the inn.
But day by day the repeated sexually illicit interviews with his wanton mistress and the voluptuous entertainments she provided for him, began to demoralise him altogther, and at the same time the Countess, who was not slow to discover irregularities, commenced to conceive a repugnance which nothing but his physical capabilities in the outset of their acquaintance ever enabled her to ignore. He was a splendid animal and that was just what she wanted; the incongruities of his vulgar nature and his coarse person were matters which commented themselves to her, by the law of that contradictory spirit which so often induces the elegant and the refined to consort with their opposites. But the Countess began also to see that there was danger in the future, and that this man would sooner or later commit some fatal folly which would involve her name in shame and disgrace. In vain she mentioned her fears to her maid; that astute, young person having but little power of perception and hardly any imagination, could not grasp the difficulty, and saw only in the present a very agreeable, and it may be, voluptuous, period of enjoyment, for her mistress and herself.
Meanwhile matters got worse and worse. Jean in his hours of intemperance, began to give sundry hints that a great personage showered her favours upon him. He even went so far as to hint that this was no other than the Countess herself; this, however, was really too much for his friends to swallow, and they contented themselves with laughing at him, saying amongst themselves that his head was going wrong, the drink was making an idiot of him, and indulging in other and coarser derision at his expense. But this conviction did not prevent his companions from rallying Jean from time to time about the great dignitary, the Excellency, who protected him and, though his sister, provided such lavish means for his delectation. At these midnight revels, when the wine had commenced its work and the party grew merry, sundry were the jests at the expense of the brutish Jean, whose ideas were better fitted to his employment of a carter than to cope with the banter of his boon companions.
One night, when Jean and his chosen few, seven in all, with Pierre, the wrestler, who was also owner of the tavern, among them, had commenced their evening carouse at his expense as usual, the conversation turned upon the unusual generosity of the treater, and his extraordinary favour in which he was held by the Countess Marguerite became the object of the usual merriment.
Jean, who was a long way ahead of his companions in his cups, waxed angry and letting fall his fist upon the rough table with a loud bang, exclaimed:
"Laugh as much as you like, men, but I tell you I can prove all I say, if I choose; why, my fine fellows, what do you think of this?" and he produced a 100 franc note from his pocket, he exhibited it before the eyes of his astonished companions.
All held their breath at the wonderful sight, at which Jean continued:
"Shall I show you another?" and without waiting for a response, produced a second note of the same value.
"Jean, you are a wizard, -it is the devil himself who lends you the money."
"Whether the money comes from the devil, or from the Countess, what is that to you, idiots? I tell you I have plenty, and I am not afraid of your suspicions, for I know no devil other than she who gave me this money, and I can show you five hundred francs as easily as I do these two notes, -I have only to go and fetch them."
Pierre raised his eyes and his hands in wonder and astonishment.
"Five-hundred francs!" he exclaimed, "why Jean is the devil himself!"
At this all the rest joined in ahearty laugh, while they looked from one to another to cover a certain feeling of uneasiness which began to steal over them at this surprising display of riches and audacity.
Meanwhile the wine was disappearing down the throat of the stupid and vain-glorious Jean and he became more and more excited at the hilarity of his friends.
"Look here," he said, with another furious blow upon the table which made the glasses ring again, "you say that it is the devil who supplied me with this money, and I say that it is our young Countess; now, devil or Countess! Who will bet with me a five-franc note that I will not bring the giver here within an hour from this time to drink with us in our midst?"
"I will, most certainly!" cried the wrestler, with a chuckle at the thought of how he had led the boastful
Jean into a trap, "put down thy money, brother, and bring your devil, or your Countess; -if it proves to be the angel of darkness himself, we will light him up merrily with these blazing logs, and if it should be your Countess to drink with us, we will not stop at that, but she shall serve our pleasures all round; what say, you friends?"
Mingled cries and cheers greeted this speech, for, of course, no one believed a word of what Jean had boasted, and they took a good care the door was shut and barred before they ventured to confirm the audacious determination to which they had arrived, should their visitor be a woman, and their Countess.
"Done," cried Jean, rising from among them. The keeper of the inn put down his five-franc note, and the coachman put on his hat and prepared to leave them.
"Take care," said he, with his hand on the lock of the door, "that you do not drink yourselves silly before I come back; let every one of you leave his glass where it lies until my return, and I will show you whether I am in earnest or not."
With that Jean left them to make what reflections they chose upon the events which had just happened. The open air increased the effects of his drinks and he proceeded with not very certain steps in the direction of the Countess's apartments. With still more uncertain hands he gave the private signal which always served him to summond his sister Marie. Very much wondering what could be the matter, for it was already past eleven o; clock and the young Countess had gone to bed, Marie, hastily enjoining caution, came down and let her brother enter.
A single glance sufficed to indicate his condition; his voice was thick, loud and truculent, and he steadied himself with difficulty against the doorpost as he spoke. In reply to his sister's frightened inquiry, he told her of the bet he had made and of the position of affairs at the tavern.
"Are you mad?" demanded Marie aghast.
"I am not mad at all," replied her brother, staring stupidly in her face, "all I say is true, do not be dancing there like a fool you are, but go in and tell your mistress what I say and that she must come and at once."
Marie nearly swooned with fright, but perceiving the determination of the fellow and fearing he would raise his voice and alarm the household, she bade him wait in the dark in the ante-chamber while she gave his message to her mistress.
When the young Countess Marguerite had been aroused and fully understood the serious position of affairs, her resolution, at first terribly shaken, came to her aid, and with the fervid determination which was so striking a feature of her character, she took her measures on the spot. Having ascertained the exact condition of Jean's demand, the number and quality of the guests and their place of meeting, she rose and throwing on her robe, said to her maid:
"Tell Jean to wait a few minutes for me, and to be satisfied. I will go with him and do his bidding."
Now it happened that some months previously a serious epidemic of cholera had occured in the neighbourhood, and the Countess, like a good Samaritan, had furnished the poor peasants around with medicine and drugs, a large store of which was placed at her disposal for the purpose. Going straight, therefore, to the medicine chest, she selected a large bottle nearly full of strong cognac and another which contained laudanum; -the latter she mixed with an equal amount of cordial spirit, and these she put together in a little basket. She then desired Marie to get ready to accompany her; arranging her toilette to her liking, she threw over her an immense cloak of furs which reached down from above her beautiful head, in the pointed capote of which it was ensconsed, to her heels, encased in the warmest of fur-lined sheepskin boots, made like stockins and without any soles, so that she could tread easily and gently on the cold ground outdoors. Marie stood ready to accompany her, and together they descended and found Jean waiting at the door. He was radiant at his easy success.
"Come, Jean, you see you had only to command and I obey," said the Countess, taking him by the hand and drawing his huge fist inside the warm furs by which she was so well protected from the inclemency of the provincial winter.
Jean stammered out his satisfaction, and his mistress rejoined:
"Before we start, the night being cold and the snow falling fast, you had better take a little of this," and she held up the flask of cognac.
Jean needed no second invitation, and she poured him out a glass of the strong contents.
Then out into the dark night went the three, each silently revolving the affair in their own way; the Countess active and resolute, Marie wondering and half cowed by terror, and the drunken Jean rendered still more stupid and abject by the additional dope administered to him, defiantly triumphant, treading their noiseless way through the newly fallen snow, in the dead solitude of the still and awful night.
Not one thought of compunication or hesitation once crossed the mind of the Countess Marguerite, but her face gleamed in the snow with a fire that, could it have been noted, would have convinced the most unbelieving of her strong and couragous nature. Something more than resolution sparkled in her passionate glance, as she turned a corner and came in sight of the lighted windows of the country tavern.
With difficulty the two women had conducted the drunken Jean to the door, and having knocked, it was opened and they entered. At a sign from her mistress, Marie, recovering a little from her fears, and half reassured by the determined bearing of the Countess, closed the door and laid across it the heavy, wooden bar. (
Then Jean, staggering to the front , supported himself on the table, and made a fruitless attempt to claim his bet; -too drunk to be intelligible, he looked foolishly around and sank upon the floor in a state of lethargy.
The first impulse of the inmates of the inn, on the Countess opening her huge capote and exposing her lovely features, was to throw themselves at her feet, as the French peasants were fond of doing to their nobles; but a majestic wave of the hand from Marguerite stopped them short.
"Stay, my friends," she exclaimed; "I have come to drink with you, see," she cried, holding aloft the bottle which contained congnac, "this is better than your wine; which of you will pledge me a glass?"
All present, after looking sheepishly at one another for support and approval, followed the example of Pierre and held up their glasses toward the tempting bottle; all save the miserable Jean, and he was lying helpless underneath the table.
"Ye know not, my friends, how much I love you," continued the young Countess, filling their glasses with her own fair hand, "you have sent for me to come to you, and behold I am here; as for Jean, I, for one, regret he cannot rise to make one of us, for all that, my beloved, we shall not too much miss his society."
At this gracious speech the assembled rustics, six in number, raised aloft their glasses and finding the liquor to their mind, drained them in honour of their noble visitor. Little by little, as the Countess smiled and spoke, they grew more accustomed to her presence and lost somewhat of the timidity natural under the circumstances.
"I know well, my brothers, ye are men, and therefore are good company for a pretty girl, -be she high or low; -I know also that you promised yourselves some pleasure, should your visitor be other than the devil himself." Then lowering somewhat the heavy furs in which she stood wrapped so as to show her dainty shoulders and the exquisite contour of her neck, she continued:
"Am I the devil you expected, tell me? -or will you fear to look upon my charms?"
A shout of admiration was the general response. The peasants stood up and gathered round, though at a respectful distance. They began to feel more and more at home and wondered what was coming next.
Meanwhile something working within the mind of the Countess Marguerite, caused her lovely face to flush, her eyes to shine with an intense and passionate lustre and her jutting breasts to rise and fall with the intensity of her emotions.
The effect of her beauty, the warmth of the room, the lateness of the hour, all contributed to the strange effect the scene was producing on the assembled guests. The brandy inflamed their blood and emboldened the less courageous.
"I came to you because I was sent for; -my trusty Jean told me of your bet and of your threats. Now that we understood each other," said the lovely girl, "strip off those greasy garments, draw near, and let us all be friends."
Marguerite sat in their midst, wrapped in her furs; she laughed with them on subjects they could understand and encouraged their conviviality. She discoursed to them of passion, -of love, -of enjoyment without restraint, in their own dialect of the French tongue; she made them more mad with desire, than they were previously excited with their potations. She artfully reminded them of the delights of sexual pleasure, and encouraged their lewd glances with smiles.
To increase the effect of her burning words, the beautiful girl opened her clothing, so that her exquisite body to her waist became visible, covered only with transparent sheath. She took down her luxuriant tresses of glossy hair, which fell in a rich cascade over her neck and down her back.
The condescension of the Countess set the farmers quite at ease. The passions of the peasant are very base and at the time of which the Countess writes, they were only one degree better than brutes; they followed the dictates of their appetites, only controlled by the will of their lords and masters, whose examples were certainly not such as to instill in them a res.pect for virtue, or even decency.
As their confidence returned, so their senses became heated again at the vague words of their young mistress. Her reference to their threatened treatment of the visitor with a smile on her fair lips, set their imagination to work and their ideas all wandering towards the one subject of enjoyment. Finding her thus willing to undress herself before them, and also that the heat of the room was becoming oppressive, they one and all began to throw off their own clothes, which they deposited in a heap upon the floor, the Countess encouraging them to make themselves easy in her presence. Their wonder and delight at the charms she displayed increased their libidinous inclinations, which only wanted a spark to kindle into a flame.
Pierre exhibited his brawny limbs and began openly to praise the beauty of the Countess. The men were among the finest and the sturdiest of the village, for Jean, being fond of feats of strength, loved to gather round him others of a kindred spirit. They began to surround her, and to cast rapid and intelligent glances towards the bolted door, and at each other. Marie had sunk down near the entrance, by no means recovered from her fright, and was now huddled unnoticed in a corner. The one center of attraction was the beautiful Countess. A part of the opening of her fur robe now slipped aside, and her curved sweet boobies peeped therefrom. The eyes of the fellows blazed with desire. Their words began to lose not only the usual terms of respect, but even of modesty.
At last the Countess, stretching forth her arm and thrusting back the impudent Pierre suddenly arose and stood before the men, and throwing open her large covering of handsome ful-lined skins, raised it on high with outstretched arms, thus exhibiting to their astonished gaze the full blaze of her lovely and almost naked body. A half suppressed roar of admiration and desire arose from the men; they tried to fondle her charms but she waved them from her. Pierre lost all further command of prudence, and half-stripped as he already was, his cock and balls became uncovered. Erect and inflamed with the intensity of his desire, and more terrible even in their proportions than the shaft of the redoubtable Jean, he exposed a gigantic member before the avid eyes of the young Countess.
"Ah, Pierre, thou are indeed a man! You are worthy of the admiration of a woman be she who she may! Well I know thy passions, -and that ye be but men."
She looked around; -by this time all present, equally excited were in the same indecent condition of sexual exposure. The Countess found herself surrounded by six impatient wretches, whose stiff cocks were flagrantly exposed, bursting with luxury, while their bodies were nearly stripped of such clothing as is necessary for the sake of decency. They stood around her, their sexual members thrust forward, their desires and their virility plainly in evidence, down to their uncovered ballocks which swelled with the seminal juices entreating to be ejected into the sweet pussy of the Countess.
As for Marguerite, the sight was too much for her. As she eyed the naked sexual genitals of the rustics before and beside her, her lips parted with murmured words of lustful meaning, the hot breath of unbridled lust rose tremulous from her panting bosom. Her nostrils dilated and her cheeks flushed. Her body, rather to the uncontrollable impulse that was consuming her than to any will of her own, vibrated to and fro; her soft, white thighs parted by a movement of instinctive desire; her exposed loins were projected towards her companions, and her beautiful head rolled back, her eyes glistening in the languor of voluptuous excitement.
She was about to fall, -they caught her in their rough hands, and tearing open her skimpy undies, pressed hot, stifling kisses on her naked breasts, hps showering upon the swelling tits, tongues licking and nibbling upon sweetly stiffening nipples.
There, in the tavern -Jean dead drunk under the table, and Marie, cowering on a bench by the door, one after the other the aroused males violated her, forcibly penetrating her delicious pussy with lustful tools, revelling in her charms, exuding their souls in the cries of their pleasure and hardly awaiting their turn upon her body as each took his turn in orgasmic delight within the regal hole, each peasant cock throbbed and pulsated, each in turn emptied basely born balls of accumulated semen through their buried pricks each, in turn flooding the high-born cunt with the hot jets of his sticky seminal release.
Pierre, the wrestler, went first. As he seized her, his enormous cock stretched upward, red and menacing in his front, the Countess opened her arms and legs and receiving him within them closed over him her huge wrapping mantle. Their bodies thus pressed together, they fell upon the heap of clothing on the wooden floor; nothing remained visible outside of the forms of the combatants; but the sound of fierce kisses, of lips glued to lips, and the unruly movements, gasps and murmurs of the inn-keeper, seeking to further his enjoyment and commence the gratification of his lust, denoted the struggle that was taking place.
At last a half stifled cry from the Countess announced her cunnilingual penetration and seminal defeat. A groan of satisfaction, quickly followed by rapid thrusting movements above, was equally expressive of the orgasmic success. Pierre's cries told that he had torn open the delicate parts and that his battering-ram now throbbed deep within her warm body.
Presently the head of the Countess appeared, pushed from beneath the wrapping mantle, rolling from side to side, her teeth clinched, her eyes half closed in mingled pain and pleasure, her whole face distorted by a horrible, spasmodic ecstasy of enjoyment. The movement became more accentuated, the cries more acute the inarticulate sounds more bestial. At length the two rolled out from the folds of the furry covering, the Countess on her back and the wrestler on her body, stabbing with fierce lunges of his stalwart loins, enlaced, writhing in the final spasm of completed copulation, and his hot fierce lunges of his stalwart loins, enlaced, writhing in the final spasms of completed copulation.
No sooner had Pierre appeased his passions and in copious jets ejaculated his seed into the person of his hereditary mistress, than the others pulled him from her body, and a second, -hardly less formidable in the penile department threw himself upon her and with a member tense as a Dar of iron, repeated the lewd attack into the sperm-slick pussy. His enjoyment was of brief duration for hardly was his penetration complete, than, succumbing to the intoxication of so much pleasure, he reached his climax and discharged his love-juices. A third took his place, and a violent struggle again announced the united ecstasies in which they bathed themselves. A fourth, a fifth, a sixth continued the brutal entertainment, and at length, inundated with the proofs of their vigour, the Countess was assisted to her feet in a condition approaching prostration, having been pressed almost beyond her endurance by the weight of their bodies and shaken and torn by the violence of their spasmodic enlacements.
A very short interval enabled Marguerite to resume her control of herself, and with a desperate resolution, she summoned all her energy to her assistance. Signs were not wanted to warn her that her aggressors were not yet subdued. The implacable Pierre, whose passions were only allayed, not extinguished, heated anew by the sight of his comrades' enjoyments, began to solicit her anew.
"Stay, my friends," she cried, "before ye recommence your pleasure, at least allow me a moment's breathing time. Pledge me in this cup anew."
Saying this, the Countess raised the flask of brandy to her lips and drank a small portion of the contents, then taking up her heavy furs. Marie gathering up sufficient courage to assist her, she cried, as she filled their upraised glasses.
"Here's to Venus and to love!"
The men drank, each bestowing some remark or other in acknowledgment of the beauty and condescension of the Countess, -then they sat down here and there; their hilarity ceased, their energy died out of them and one after another, they sank oppressed with a heavy lethargy, upon the floor as still as death.
Marguerite had dexterously changed the bottle.
Turning to her maid, the Countess commanded her immediately to unbar the door and follow her. Going round to the side of the inn where the firewood was stored, she loaded herself with logs and bade Marie do the same. From the same depository she brought rapidly the fagots with which the great blazing fires were lighted. These she piled in haste in the center of the floor and threw upon them the table and the benches -then taking the half consumed logs from the hearth, she thrust them underneath, and in a few seconds a conflagration commenced. Hastily retreating, followed by Marie and assured of her success, the Countess closed the entrance upon the drugged peasants, and locking it upon the outside, thrust the key under the rough, wooden door. Then the two women hurried home over the fast falling snow.
Hardly had the Countess gained the privacy of her apartments, and going to the window had drawn back the heavy hangings, than a lurid glare in the direction of the inn shot up into the sky; the straw thatch had ignited, and the place which had so lately been the scene of hideous debauchery was now a seething mass of smoke and flames. Soundly slept the village while the fire raged higher and brighter, for the cold induced its denizens to ensconce themselves snugly in their skins and coverings. At last, however, the Countess heard the sound of the alarm-bell boom out in the frosty night. Again and again it pealed forth its notes of thrilling warning, and the cries of the tardy, sleepy peasants could now be heard in the intervals of its agonized summons, hastening to the rescue.
But it came too late; as Marguerite looked, a huge volume of flame went up, showers of red sparks flew hither and thither; -the roof of the inn had fallen in.
The sex-mad drinkers were destroyed in a sexosadistic act of destruction and murder. The evil Countess had taken payment of all the base pleasurepain and sexual misuse of her sweet, if evil cunt, and they reaped the whirlwind of their sperm sowing of her sex garden. A sweet bed of sexual cruelty and one which demands usuric payment due for sexual services rendered -no matter how eagerly they are offered.
CHAPTER IV
The Countess believed in two eyes for any eye, and besides this, no witnesses to her shamelessness -no stupid, drunken sots to boast of screwing her highness.
The awful loss of the group of lowly born but physically and carnally useful males was a deep blow to their betrayed families.
The Duke himself bemoaned the loss of so many of his serfs, all strong and active men, and many were the imprecations he levelled against the poisonous wine and the intemperate habits of the peasants. No manner of doubt ever insinuated itself into the minds of the population as to the cause of the disaster. Had not the farmers been accustomed to assemble there in the tavern of Pierre to gassip and gamble and drink together? And of course it was quite plain that for their better security from any sudden intrusion of the part of the local gendarmie, or superintendent of Police, they had locked the door. This was quite evident for had not the key been found, heated almost out of recognition, among the ashes inside? Then they had got too drunk to take care of themselves, and the large fire they had lighted had no doubt communicated itself to the flooring, and before the intoxicated wretches could find the key, -if ever they had had time to look for it, -the while of the tavern was in a blaze. This explanation was so apparent to every one, that there rested on the subject no other means of solution. The truth was fated to slumber unknown for years and years; until that generation, and the next, and the next again, had passed away, had only as a matter of historical and literary interest, it, at last, from amid a dusty pile of state papers, tardily made itself known to a select few.
For some days the guilty Countess and her maid remained very quiet, prudently watching the course of events, until they saw that no suspicion of any crime existed. Meanwhile Marie, although caring little for the fate of her incestuous brother, felt a load of remorse weigh heavily upon her, and it required a large amount of persuasion on the part of her mistress to reassure her waiting-woman.
Time, however, works wonders, and among its other benefits, it confers gradually a certain amount of confidence, even under the most trying circumstances. To both the culprits, therefore, time brought a renewal of their usual occupations, save that the Countess records the fact that she missed the gratifications previously received in the arms of her peasant lover. That his fate was well deserved, neither Countess nor maid ever doubted, and it will be patent to all that he was at best a fool.
We have seen that the heroine of these pages was by now means an ordinary woman. To her glorious beauties of person, she added a powerful will, and an amount of determination which would have been more easily recognized in the opposite sex. Brought up to know no law but the will of her parent, and later on establishing, unrestricted by his control, an independence of her own, her whole tone of thought and feeling freed itself from the common level of the female mind. Freedom from restraint expanded her daring inclinations, and her escapades brought with them the conviction that she must safeguard herself from their consequences. A wonderful amount of selfreliance was thus established in the Countess Marguerite, and the simple intelligence of the waitingmaid leant on the powerful organisation of her mistress with a submission perfectly child-like.
The untoward consequences of her love affair, if such it could be called, with the brutal and treacherous Jean, made the young Countess more cautious in her conduct: not that she in any way reformed her life, -quite the contrary, -but it proved to her now necessary it was to protect herself in the future from any such contretemps.
Fortunately for her, an entertainment on a gigantic scale had been arranged to take place at the Palace of the Governor, her father. The festivities were to last a whole week, guests had been invited from all parts of the Province, each day a plan for their amusement had been selected, and hunting, skating, etc., were of course to form a chief part of the distractions. Each night was to witness a grand ball, and as the visitors numbered over two hundred, it is not difficult to imagine the brilliancy of the assembly, composed, as it necessarily was, of all the elite of the Province under the domination of the Duke De La Villiers.
As the festive period approached, no pains were spared to render the gorgeous entertainment worthy of so rich and distinguished a Governor. The Countess, idolized by her father, had ransacked Paris for costumes and modes. The day at length arrived, and with it the guests, and behold our Heroine, a blaze of such beauty and enchantment as was not often to be found even in that court of handsome women and gallant cavaliers.
The Countess Marguerite was indeed superbly beautiful, and as they gazed, even the women admitted she was striking. Arrayed in a lovely ball dress of rich, white satin over which fell a graceful arrangement of tulle and lace, her lovely neck, shoulders and arms bare, she was the admiration of all the men and the envy of all the women. Pressed on every side with solicitations to dance, she had not much leisure to pause, but the exercise, of which she was passionately fond, heated her blood and inflamed her vague desires. At length the music ceased for a few moments, and Marguerite, hastily taking advantage of it, slipped out of the ball room and along the corridor to a remote corner for a moment's respite, and for her sensuality to calm down, her under-drawers being wetted at the crotch due to the tittilating desires of her love tunnel, emitting sexual moisture.
In rapidly passing through the passages, closed to the guests but well known to herself, the Couness, heated from the waltz and still half out of breath from the exercise, stumbled against one of the Pages, a favorite of her own. This lad, only eighteen years of age, had conceived a violent passion for his young mistess, of which she was perfectly well aware, but had hitherto given him only the encouragement of a smile. At the collision which now took place, the youth, after recovering himself from the somewhat rude shock, could not do less than beg a thousand pardons for his negligence, all which the Countess graciously received.
"Silly boy, be not so frightened, you have not hurt me, and you know it was an accident," said she, giving the lad a kindly glance of her bright eye, which he had not the experience to fathom.
"Give me your hand, there! now we can pass on together and avoid all further accidents."
The place was silent, removed from all the din of the festivities. She placed her soft, gloved hand within his palm and let him lead her on.
The young Page, a handsome boy of gentle manners and birth, showed evident symptoms of embarrassment. This was the first time the little hand he had so often admired and dreamed of had touched his own, and he trembled in all his body at the sensation as her delicate touch thrilled through him, causing his masculinity to become excited to a hardon which he had trouble hiding from his lovely desire. Nevertheless he led her on through the sombre passages to a point where there was a stove and some plants set in gigantic pots, affording a pleasant verdure, relieving the glaring prospect of snow through the well-fitting windows.
Standing there, negligently waving her fan to cool her heated neck and face, the Countess, her left hand still reposing in that of the Page, turned on him her bright eyes as if to read him through and through. Whatever she found as the result of her scrutiny, she appeared satisfied, for a smile beamed across her sweet features.
"How dark it is here, Roland! I fear they will wonder where I am, and perhaps I shall catch cold. How warm your hand is! -you tremble! -my poor boy, what is the matter?"
"I hardly know, Countess, I feel -I know not what, but oh! I am so happy!"
"Does that make you happy, Roland, to touch my hand? Why, your happiness is easily bought, is it not? I am pleased to be able to give you so much happiness so cheaply; see it costs me nothing," and with a merry laugh she pushed her exquisitely gloved hand well within his own warm palm and actually squeezed his fingers in so doing.
Roland shivered with a sudden sensation of enjoyment too exquisite for words. He bent his head until his lips touched the little hand and imprinted a fervent kiss on the soft glove.
"My poor boy," murmured the Countess, "you suffer and you say nothing. Tell me, am I the reason?"
The boy looked up; his eyes caught hers, his large, blue orbs filled with tears, his lips quivered, but no word passed. Marguerite saw and understood it at a glance.
"I love to give joy, not pain, Roland; you must not be so very sad. Why should you not be gay and happy? See," she cried, pressing her lace kerchief into the front of his open vest, "I will lend you that to wear for me until I call for it, and then I expect it brought to me, -even if it were at the other end of France."
"At the end of the world, Madamoiselle," stammered the handsome boy; and before he could say more, the Countess patting him kindly on the cheek, turned on her feet and fled back towards the ball room alone.
The balls in those days were not conducted with all the propriety and decorum which is practised now. King Louis had found it very necessary to formulate rules and regulations to control the wild license of his court and dependents. A copy of these may yet be seen on the walls of Versailles, where King Louis held his famous soirees.
"No visitor," said one of the rules, "shall be allowed to get drunk before midnight."
"No one, from any cause or consideration whatever, shall strike a lady, under pain of expulsion."
If such were among the regulations prepared by the King himself, we can but faintly conceive the utter disregard which was accorded to the true polite usages of society, such as they are understood in these days.
The Countess Marguerite had not proceeded many yards on her way back, before she encountered in an alcove adjoining the passage, not far from the dancing hall itself, a couple of the guests. Their position was not even equivocal, they were reclining on a sofa, and were engaged in a combat of love so unrestrained that the lower parts of the lady were completely exposed, and her lover equally exposed, fully mounted upon her body, was engaged in administering the balm which nature provides under such circumstances
The Countess passed on unseen and aroused. At the entrance of the State Ball Room, she was claimed by her partner and was borne away in triumph to take part in the dance.
Towards the end of the evening's entertainment, Marguerite found herself again in her own apartments. She was at length free from the turmoil and the noise. Yet she had no thought of retiring at once. She sat before a blazing fire. The windows of the Duke's apartments opposite had long been dark and the lights in the Palace were gradually being extinguished.
"Marie, go and find Roland, the Page; and tell him to bring me my kerchief here, and at once, you understand? -no noise."
The maid knew perfectly what was expected of her. In less than ten minutes, the boy stood on the threshold.
"Where is my kerchief, Roland?"
"I have it here, Ma Contesse," and advancing he bowed reverently and handed to the Countess her delicate kerchief. Then finding she made no further sign, he turned to go.
The truth was that the young Noble lady had suddenly discovered that a mysterious feeling of physical attraction existed in her own heart towards this handsome young Page. She lost half her usual daring, a kind of an uneasy diffidence came over her, and she even feared a rebuff when she somewhat tardily turned and looked at him, and dropping her eyes, said:
"Stop. -I want to thank you for taking -for taking' -so great an -interest in me-."
Then she raised her glance, and for a moment their eyes met.
She was still in her ball-dress of white satin, even her long kid gloves were yet unremoved. Her neck and shoulders were displayed by the low decolette bodice in all their loveliness of youthful contour of her half exposed titties.
The boy looked confused, he saw that his cherished secret was discovered; he only awaited the contemptuous dismissal which he feared was the only recognition with which his passion could meet. The words, however, of the Countess were so gracious and her soft glance so full of pity and gentleness, that
Roland picked up courage and, casting a hasty glance over his shoulder only to find that the prudent Marie had disappeared, he threw himself at her feet, and covering his burning face with his hands, could only murmur a confession of his passion and an abject prayer for her pardon.
The young Countess thought she had never been so happy; a new and strange sensation stole over her: she loved. Yes, for the first time in her existence, with all her vicious tendencies, all her indulgencies gratified, her fierce passions assuaged, this woman surrendered to the universal emotion, and with all her heart, all her soul, poured forth the whole depth of her really affectionate nature and loved ardently, as she of all women could love, the handsome Page, Roland St. Yves.
Slowly, and as if a great trouble had been lifted from her breast, she extended her lovely arms, and with a soft, sweet emotion, hitherto unknown to her, she whispered:
" My darling! -I a lso lov e, -I love you."
The next moment the happy boy was clasped in her fond embraces, his flushed face lay between her snowy, breasts, her naked arms around his neck, her soft gloved fingers playing with his locks of golden hair and her beautiful head bending over him as he still knelt at her feet and furtively sought her kind eyes.
Neither ventured another word, but her head bent lower and lower until their hot lips met in a long, passionate kiss.
The Countess had lost her nerve for once, her usual audacity quite deserted her. Her vivacity fled, she trembled in every limb. Roland, on the contrary, who could only dream on in the sweet present, regained to some extent his confidence.
One sentiment, however, did not entirely forsake her, for she gradually tightened her embrace until she had drawn him, serpent like, towards her trembling body and he reclined on the luxurious sofa, their faces close together, and their fervent breathing exhaling in troubled sighs.
Marguerite felt a delicacy of desire stealing over her senses, to which she had hitherto been a stranger. She was well aware of his hot genitals throbbing through his trousers, pulsating against her belly.
There was nothing in this passion of the fierce energy of unrestrained indulgence. She was content to sit close pressed to the new found object of her love, nestled by his side, bathed in perfect enjoyment of loving and being loved, gazing in his eyes and basking in the passionate realization of a new and powerful emotion. For the first time in her young life, the Countess Marguerite really loved, and together with the acknowledgement of the delicious emotion, there was mingled something infinitely tender in the
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But her voluptuous, impressionable nature could not long brook such a passive adoration. Her lascivious temperament soon began to exert itself. Her caresses grew more active, more adventurous.
Hardly for an instant quitting his red lips, save to press warm kisses on his forehead, cheeks and neck, she now ran her dainty hands about his body, squeezing, moulding his hands and arms, noting with delight the effect of her caresses, until at last, as if by accident, she allowed her hand to rest upon Roland's thigh. Then she drew him closer to herself, until breast pressed to breast, with sighs they mutely told their tale of passion.
Her furtive fingers closed, and between them bounded all the impetuous evidence of his vigour, the stiff, lewd symbol of the youth's precocious manhood. She squeezed his throbbing, young but sizeable cock through the cloth.
Neither spoke; their love was too deep for expression in words; their eyes alone betrayed the intensity of their emotions.
Roland had already opened the gown about the beautiful bosoms, throbbing with untold desire, naked and palpitating under his gentle pressures, her tits were delightful beneath his palms. Daring everything, with the wild impetuosity of youth, he advanced, unable to restrain his passion under the excitement to which her embraces entirely reduced him, and insinuated his wanton hand within her bodice. Marguerite only laughed at his hardy attempt, which, of course, encouraged him the more. Meanwhile, her own hand, which was still gloved, forcing all obstacles, stormed the citadel, and eye, at once possessed itself of the prisoner confined therein. The first impulse of the conqueror under such circumstances, is to show the magnanimity of his nature and to releave the captive. That which she discovered enchanted her, as with a low sigh of gratified triumph her trembling fingers closed upon the object of her pursuit, her shapely fingers discovered and cupped his bag.
The young Page had dreamed, in his fervid sleep of some such voluptuous happiness as now confronted him in a corporeal shape, but he had never dared to hope for so much indulgence in a waking state, with the connivance of the object of his hopeless affection, and he trembled with passionate desire as he submitted with an unknown feeling of delight to the fond toyings of his turgid pole. Sighs of rapture burst from his lips as her fluttering hand, active and audacious, produced delightful sensations new and exquisitely responsive to her touches. Already his turgid excitement was sufficiently manifest to one of less experience than the amorous Countess. By a sudden movement, she lifted the covering which interposed and stole a furtive glance at the very center of her ardent desires. What a contrast was there! The delicacy of the soft and perfumed kid covered fingers on one side, and on the other, what promise of enjoyment for her salacious nature!
Marguerite found it necessary to relieve the strain upon the emotions of herself and her young lover. She felt as if her heart would burst were not relief obtainable; extricating herself with difficulty from their close embrace therefore, she reluctantly arose and whispered to him to be patient for yet a little while.
"You shall not leave me thus, my darling boy, my own fond love, we will kiss again, you shall remain and be my Page indeed, -and learn how to unrobe your lady; -nay, how you blush! Do not fear I shall not try your skill too far: -Marie shall show you the mysteries of the art."
A touch of her silver bell brought the waiting-maid to her side.
Roland looked on in secret admiration while the process of fastening and removing the lovely costume of the young Countess was in progress. Piece by piece, but with several interludes of kissing and touching, the various portions of her outer clothing, were removed, and then by a deft movement of modesty his mistress disappeared a moment from his view, and in a twinkling of an eye, returned robed in a beautiful peignor, -her luxurious hair thrown loose and flowing far down her back, and her glance beaming with love and happiness.
"Do you love me less, Roland?" exclaimed the lovely girl, as with outstreched arms she invited the boy to embrace her.
The youth caught her in his arms and imprinted burning kisses on her fair lips.
"Stay a moment, my dear boy, pray, do not suppose you will escape so easily; we are now going to put you at your ease."
Then followed the undressing of the Page. Both women insisted in performing the operation themselves, until reduced to very scanty raiment, the lovely boy stood before them thankful to conceal his throbbing person and his blushes in a dressing gown of rich brocade which jutted outward from his middle due to the pulsating extension of his teenaged but oversized penis. His cock stuck outward from its roots like a rose-bush almost visible through the silken garment, where the head of his dong pushed the thin cloth, a moist spot appeared, a spot of lubrication from the head of his straining love-pole.
A powerful stove threw a genial warmth throughout the spacious apartments, sumptuously furnished with choicest bric-a-brac collected from time to time by the Duke himself in his far travels. But Roland had no eyes for anything but the lovely girl before him, radiant in her splendour of form, and seductive above all in her youthful grace and dignity, and the two females had eyes only for the jutting extension of his rod.
Hand in hand they passed into the bed chamber of the Countess. Then with a warm glow of love upon her flushed face, she finally drew the boy towards her, and Marie receiving the peignor as it fell, the beautiful figure of the young girl appeared clad only in her night dress, while the maid, equal to the occasion, rapidly removed this gown and substituted a gauzy chemise.
Beneath the heavy hangings of rich, pale blue satin, the soft couch was invitingly prepared with downy pillows and the whitest of linen.
Roland needed no further prompting; with eager arms he lifted the beautiful Countess off her feet, and, forgetting all his bashfulness, plunged her into the midst of the yielding couch. A laughing remonstrance was lost upon his tingling senses, and the next moment, enlaced in each other's tight embrace, they lay, those young and eager lovers, beneath the warm coverlet which the thoughtfulness of the waiting-maid had arranged for them.
At first the full sense of possession so overcame the Countess that she was content to lie, softly yielding kiss for kiss with her young lover. Their naked bodies closely pressed together, they thus remained while the glow of the expectant pleasure spread throughout
Let the Countess tell her own tale:
"An infinite glow of luxurious feeling crept over me; at first I thought I was going to faint. Roland, the darling boy, was in my arms; with all my daintiest art I lavished fond caresses upon him. My hands moved delicately all over his warm, soft flesh. Once again I encountered his prick: it was strong throbbing and swollen with the lascivious emotions I induced. His balls were well developed and swelling, betrayed his seminal vigour. The boy was beautiful from head to foot. His cock, I thought the most charming I had yet experienced. How different this soft, languishing union from the rough and brutal penile satisfaction of my senses with the peasants! How far preferable to hear the gentle words of love and affection, to exchange the warm kisses of sweet rapture, than to be subjected to the onslaught of such rude and furious lust, to be torn and wounded by the huge efforts of their bull-pricks! Roland, not quite a novice, understood well enough how to make love. He mounted on my body almost immediately, he wanted little showing, he struck his pecker in my cunny and we heaved together in the rapturous ecstasies of a first hump. How I loved this boy, how I idolized the lovely flatterer, who now lay entwined with me, his young cock sinking deeper at each fervid thrust into my melting cunny, revelling in an agony of enjoyment
_ and flooding me with a balmy torrent of his precocious ejaculation; my bedstead, the curtains, all partook of our raptures, all united in a tremulous cadence of love and happiness, as he filled my innards with the hot balm of his milky-slick come, as Marie watched him pumping his jab-juices into her mistress's enveloping cunt, her fingers diddled her own pussy at the sight, until she juiced up her own fingers from her own climax.
Roland was no mean champion.Without pretending to the gigantic proportions of the peasants, he possessed a large and vigorous prick. His pleasures were frequent and intense, and his gratitude for my favours was freely and prettily expressed and as he lay on top of my open pussied body, his cock filling my tunnel with hot come-juice, with Marie's eager avid eyes taking it all in, even helping by stroking the darling boy's smooth ass, then parting his thighs and tongue-lashing his anus and dangling balls which were parked just outside my cunny-lips. Thus the night passed in thrills unspeakable. I had found the gratification of my passion so absorbing that I let the young lover take his own course, and never tired of love's simplest wooing, he effectually banished sleep until a late hour of the morning.
We parted reluctantly with many vows of love and constancy, and promised ourselves another and a longer night of bliss.
Ah! My heart! -had I stopped here! -It is only a week since I commenced to indite these notes concerning my new-born and passionate attachment, yet in that short time, how my ideal has been profaned, the sacred deity of my adoration thrown down, levelled with the dust and desecrated! -my heart left bare and barren for wolves to fatten on!"
It was thus the Countess wrote of herself at this period, and we shall see how near the sad words came to the truth.
There appears to have been two further meetings between the lovers, closely following the commencement of their intimacy. The exigencies of the guests, and the necessary precautions to avoid scandal, prevented Marguerite from giving the reins to her passion as she desired, and it was not until the third night after the one above noted, that the handsome, young Page was again cautiously introduced by Marie.
Much of the boy's bashfulness had now worn off. The mutual enjoyments passed together with his beloved mistress had inured him to the mystic processes of love, and his own passions, let loose, dominated a temperament naturally amorous. Libertine by instinct, Roland required but little training in the paths of sexual pleasure.
There were therefore no coy preliminaries to be gone through. The happy pair were soon stripped entirely naked, and rushed upon the bed to revel in each other's embraces. Roland was in ecstasies, and his ardor was visibly clear by the erection of his teenaged cock, the standard of his vigour erecting itself with astonishing rigidity and thickness, in all its pulsating, scarlet glory.
"Why, my darling, what a monster!" exclaimed the Countess, inspecting in every part her new and charming acquisition. "I had no idea you could be furnished like that!" and she set herself to kiss and titillate his erected cock and balls.
Roland was not slow to follow her example; his eager lips sought her garden of Venus and his tongue lapped her excitement juices. He parted the not unwilling thighs widely and thrusting his face fully in between, sought at the fountain head the perfection of his lascivious fancies, and she orgasmed, drenching his darling tongue.
A bound of convulsive pleasure, caused the bed to rock, as the Countess, delighted with the aptness of her $protege, yielded to the delicious incentive of his kisses, implanted in a gap so sensitive. Then replying in kind to his endearments, she made her own lips do the office more usually assigned to another part of her body. Her mouth closed about the acorn head of his pulsating shaft and her tongue tittilated the glistening head until the shiny purple knob secreted a drop of lubricating fluid which she eagerly licked up. Thus they lay, speechless and busy by reason of their mutual occupation, their bodies heaving, interwoven in a fast embrace, with humid eyes, and convulsed hands clutching, seizing, only to loosen and clutch anew at some fresh charm, until with a gurgling cry of ecstasy, Roland felt his soul run out of him in a torrent of flame, at the same moment as the energetic pressures of the girl announced her own delirium. They both discharged simultaneously into each others mouths, an ejaculative shower of come juices, the fruits of their ardent, if deviate endeavors.
Both lay bathed in the sweet exhaustion which succeeds to sensuous pleasures. Marguerite, gluttonous of delight, had received with intense enjoyment the spermy evidences of the boy's ecstasy into her mouth, amply filling that orfice with a hot shower of slimy love-juices and Roland's vigorous appetite for pleasure had been as yet only whetted by these soft preliminaries, as his lips sucked deeply the musky results of her liquid orgasm.
After a few minutes repose, their lips humid and wet with their mutual joys, pressed together in fervent union, intermingling the varied fluid releases. The wandering hand of the Countess sought anew the champion of her pleasures, and Roland, springing to arms, at the salacious call, spread himself on the legparted body of his mistress.
The Countess received him with all the ardour of a young and impassioned nature; quickly adjusting himself to the position, she was penetrated to the quick by his smoking, slickly covered prick. The handsome Page, feeling with sensations of voluptuous delight the conjunction of his shaft with her wet-hot pussy, exerted himself so well, that, goaded to the extremity of enjoyment, Marguerite gave vent to cries of rapture, and once more their souls mingled in a climax of intoxicating fluid joys. Thus the night sped on, and Marie, ever alert, at last came to warn them of the hour of separation.
The festivities at the Palace of the Duke De La Villiers came to an end, and the last of the guests departed; the fame of these magnificent entertainments had gone forth far and wide, and had served to increase the influence of the Duke and further to ingratiate him in the good opinion of the people. But the effort had cost him dear, the anxiety and the worry of entertaining so vast an assemblage had done what years of the burden of judicial dignity had failed to accomplish. The health of the Dule gave way. A fatal weakness of the heart declared itself, and from grave anxiety there grew the certainty that life was ebbing fast.
Within the week of the end of the festivities, the Duke De La Villiers lay a corpse in his own Palace, his only child stunned by the suddeness of the bereavement.
Then followed a long investigation into affairs and testamentary dispositions; after about a month of careful sorting, docketing and compiling of accounts, the Countess woke up one morning to find herself one of the richest women of the French Nobility, and her own mistress, being of full age according to the French law.
These important events had naturally put a stop for the time to any thought for her own pleasures, and the Countess, occupied with the cares of mourning and the ceremonies thereunto appertaining, found neither opportunity, nor inducement for the indulgence of her former extravagances. She had however, maintained a secret correspondence with the Page Roland, and only awaited a fitting time to renew her clandestine sexual unions.
Much of her time was now devoted to the consideration of her father's late affairs, and she undertook with brilliant success the sorting and arranging of his private papers. Among these she found some which threw a vivid light on his past life and amours. It seemed that the Duke had relations with a lady of the Province, whom he had seduced, and who had borne him a son. There were the letters of the lady herself, full of confident affection, of hope, of patience, for the Duke had long been a widower, and it was highly probably he might marry again. Whatever may have been his views in this respect, they were doomed to disappointment; the lady herself, whose name for many reasons we suppress, died, leaving her young son to the care of her seducer.
So far the Countess had read the correspondence with a certain amount of indifference; such liaisons were too common to excite much emotion in her mind. But at length a passage in one of these epistles struck her, -she read again: -she sought further, made inquiries and confirmed the suspicion which had crossed her mind. The lady had gone through the ceremony of marriage with the Duke; the fact was proved to her secret conviction, and therefore the child was legitimate. To him belonged the right to the vast dominions and domains, the thousand and odd peasants, the Palaces and Chateaus which stood in her name.
The Countess Marguerite was not the woman to abandon so momentous a question without endeavouring by every means in her power to make herself financially secure. She therefore carefully concealed all evidence of her discovery, and at once instituted a search for the child whose existence might be of so much consequence to herself.
In a very short time, having conducted the investigation personally and in secret, Marguerite arrived at the truth; what that was, we shall see presently. The first effects of her discovery were to overwhelm her with confusion. She saw the vast possessions of her father trembling in the balance between herself and this new found brother, of whose very existence she had previously no idea, and returning in haste to her own apartments, she shut herself up therein, refusing to be disturbed.
Then a message was dispatched in hot haste to the Major Domo, desiring him to send off to Paris the Page Roland, in charge of a packet of dispatches which the Countess prepared and sent him with her own hand.
Let us see what she says herself:
"I sent down the letters enclosed in a packet addressed to the custodian of our residence in Paris. I desired that the Page Roland might be sent with them at once. In reply to the inquiry whether I would see him and inform him more particularly myself, I sent a message to the effect that if the Major Domo did not feel himself equal to the duties I required of him, he could resign at once. I heard no further objections.
Then I sat myself down and wept; -bitter tears of outraged love, of hopeless, unfathomable passion, of injured dignity, -of despair, pure and simple, burst from me. I wrung my hands and swayed backwards and forwards with the intensity of my emotion.
How long this mood lasted, I know not. At last I rose, I paced my solitary apartments by the hour together, then slowly a resolution shaped itself out of the clouds of despair, of doubt and uncertainty, which oppressed me. Gradually, out of the mist, arose a gigantic fabric of visionary beatitude. I would live still as the Sovereign I had been before my great discovery. Love had guided me blindfold, by Love I would still be governed; my life should be given to his service and in my person he should find a willing votary. I rang my bell.
"Had Roland departed?" I demanded.
Marie did not know, she would find out. In less than ten minutes she returned. The coach was in the entrance court. The boy was prepared for his long and arduous journey. The escort had already mounted.
"Send him here."
I paced up and down my room, -my little boudoir. I saw again in my memory our first meeting, our caresses, I felt anew his warm, sweet breath on my cheek, I held him again in imagination in my arms; his dainty form, his robust proportions, his hot, lascivious kisses were all once more in my mind. Ah! never, -never -again to be, -and yet, the struggle was killing me; -creature of flame, I was about to perish, Phoenix-like, in the blaze of my own passion. I threw myself on my fauteuil, I buried my face in my hands. "Ah! darling! my darling! my Roland!"
The door slowly opened. Roland stood before me, wrapped in a heavy furred, travelling cloak, cap in hand and booted for the road. I instinctively knew it was he. Then the door closed; we were alone. His sweet, low voice responded to my call; -all calmness, -all propriety.
"High Excellency, I am here!"
There was something inexpressibly touching to me in this resignation. I knew it could not be otherwise than most distasteful to him to have to do, -to leave me on so long, so distant and so perilous a journey. It might well have been that he would have blamed me for requiring it of him, for not having selected some other of my many dependents for the accomplishment of so arduous an undertaking. But no; Roland met my nervous glance with downcast eyes; the embodification of respect and of obedience.
And how I loved him! -Oh, my heart!
Timidly as I gazed at him, there came a feeling of exquisite tenderness over my weakened senses. I rose and stood upright; slowly my steps led me towards my sweet, young lover. I stretched out my arms to meet his. I folded him to my heart, and in one long, babbling kiss my senses left me.
When I returned to consciousness, I found Marie bending over me. I inquired for Roland; he awaited my orders in the ante-chamber. Faintly I directed her to delay his departure to the morrow. Then, fatigued with the excess of my emotions, I resigned myself to sleep.
That night, by my orders I had issued, the Page Roland was secretly brought to my apartments as before. I was already in bed. Marie admitted him, clad only in the silken garment she had provided him, she led him to my side. She opened the warm coverlet, he slipped between. My darling was in my arms. His passion knew no bounds. Pressed by material desires for immediate satisfaction, his hands roved over my intimate parts and sought my inmost sexual treasures. My hand seized his hot vigorous prick, bursting with luxury in my eager grasp. No thought of prudence stayed my hand. I squeezed, I tickled, and then fearing, the premature explosion which my movements threatened to excite, I voluptuously sought and guided his bursting organ into the humid pussy of our joys. It entered, aided by my profuse lustlubrication -I received its whole throbbing length with diabolical emotion. He pierced me to my core, my womb throbbed in the possession of his swollen, burning cock. His fierce thrusts pierced me to the quick. Harder, faster grew his movements, more rigid and stiffer his delicious cock. Our bodies connected by this sweet carnal link, we writhed together continually in the enjoyments of the senses. Buried in my vaginal hole to the full extent of his length, one moment, half-withdrawn the next, Ifelthim about to exhale the hot and pent up fluids of his lust. With groans of delicious poignancy, too powerful for verbal expression, his hot load shot out in torrents of liquid rapture, and loaded my quivering womb, while, as it spurted in rapid jets from his vigorous loins, my ecstasy broke into a single cry, but in words he had never heard, as my own release intermingled with his fiery volcanic release. Our combined love juices drowned his jerking, throbbing cock and the taut vulval tunnel it so adequately filled. In fact, our intermingled come juices trickled out of my spasming cunt and drenched his throbbing, emptying ballocks that were trying to part my pussy lips and join his urgent prick inside. The warm trickle of his and my orgasmic release ran down his ball-sac and down my thighs. It was a fitting and meaningful farewell.
CHAPTER V
This hidden wedding, the secret marital joining of the Duke was a political necessity. Although his love was clear to his heart and the fruits of their physical love was a boy-child, his sweetheart was of inferior blood and station and therefore doomed. All this, the Countess, our narrator was unaware of. So devoted, however, was the mother of this boy, so reliant on the honour and the repeated promises of her husband, that the fond mother died in the full persuasion that her son would one day in herit the great possessions of her high born lover, and share the dignities of his birth and position with his elder sister.
So indeed it would have been, so far as could be seen, without the Royal sanction, which, in the latter case, it would not have been difficult to obtain; King Louis was a notorious lecher, and the solicitation of the beautiful sister would have been sufficient, with perhaps a petit sacrifice on the part of her female honour to the will of the licentious monarch.
But such a course was out of the question. There is an old adage which says: "One cannot blow hot and cold."
We are rather inclined to believe one can, at least under certain circumstances, but in the present instance we will admit its validity. The Countess Marguerite had chosen her course, -not perhaps, as we have seen, without a struggle, -and the very! breath of the hot blast she had blown had effectually prevented any other and more natural course from entering into her consideration. She could not betray herself: to do so would not only be to give up her own position, but to renounce her love, and in the end, to damn herself with an infamous crime, compared to which, the extirpation of the peasants was as nothing.
For Marguerite, since her independence had commenced, had, truth to say, not taken the same care to conceal her sexual affair with the Page, as previously, and already the fact was freely whispered about among the household.
But while the clever discovery of her parent's secret, arising out of the Countess's personal perusal and superintendence of his papers, enabled her to suppress the surprising fact of his having left an heir, it left her with a troubled mind that by some means or other the truth might some day leak out. Her ready wit, however, here came to her aid; a double incentive to indulge her amour presented itself, her love would continue to receive its gratification, and the means would be provided to keep Roland always near herself.
And here another proverb, originally French, used by the fair Journalist herself, and adopted into English, is quoted by her:
"The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat!"
That the meat was sweet of which the conspirator had tasted, she admitted to herself there was no doubt. As she abandoned herself to this licentious consideration, she lost all feeling of restraint, and while admitting that it was very "near the bone" indeed, she determined to surrender herself to the incestuous amour, realizing its full force, like a true epicure, the zest which the proximity engendered.
And so it happened, that, lost to every consideration except the voluptuous sensuous gratification of her own lust, she again admitted the handsome Page, and satiating herself with his young and vigorous charms which consisted of his teen-aged but well endowed prick and matched pair of sperm factories and of which her hands and mouth couldn't get their fill of his hefty genitals. Enjoying his embraces in every posture and erotic position that occured to their erotically inflamed imagination, she gave full sway to her rebellious passions, and flinging aside all consideration of modesty, commenced a life of unbridled depravity.
"I stripped off all my clothes, I made Roland equally naked. I toyed with his erected pecker, and made him approach me with his pointing prick gradually, when he had fully entered my throbbing pussy, I shut my eyes and the realities of my amour, exciting further my imagination, added piquancy to these enjoyments as he finished with a shower of seminal fluids. At other times I made him lie upon his back and striding across his white body, I allowed myself to sink my cunt lips slowly upon his shaft letting his stiff, unruly cock pass into the tunnel to its utmost extent. In this position I enjoyed the view of his grimaces and contortions, as I pumped from him the divine seminal essence of his being, as he tugged on my dangling titties. If his person was replete with charms for me, and his pecker beautiful to view in all conditions, his hot slick seed was to my mouth a nectar of the gods, and its taste and odour inexpressibly exciting to my nervous organization, I wallowed in it and no drop ever returned from my lips oral or pussy when once it had passed them. We had become mutually addicted to this pleasure; he himself proposed it, and thrusting an incredible length of his penis down my throat, he there discharged a torrent, -not one drop of the sweet slimy milky fluids of which I rejected.
Our intimacy had now endured for some weeks, and the novelty of our fucking had somewhat worn off. Ever inclined to fresh indulgences, I thought I detected an inclination in my young lover towards the beauties of my posteriors. So far from seeking to dissuade him, I indulged him whim, and directing his potent shaft well lubricated, suffered him to insert its gleaming head within the forbidden route of pleasure! Pressing, pushing and gently insinuating his stiff column with half its length, he entered my anal passage and we added Sodomy to our delicious crime. Roland lay sighing, his head upon my naked shoulder, his hot breath on my neck, his spittle on my back. With his hand passed in front he excited further my swollen hole, and keeping a gentle, throbbing tickling pressure all the time, he at length introduced the whole length of his large cock into my eager arsehole.
To say that I enjoyed, conveys only a feeble idea of the tumult of my feelings. At first the pressure was acute. I clenched my teeth and dug my nails into the pillows. Nothing, however, disconcerted my straining hero. I felt his pecker throb and stiffen yet more in the tight sheath of my arse; the tickling of his active finger on my bursting cunny calmed my alarm. Presently the pleasure rose triumphant; his hand in my vulva produced cries of pleasure, I gave up my plump, creamy posteriors to his thrusts, and, plunged therein to the hilt, he filled my guts (literally "entrails") with a boiling flood of hot sperm, and not until my spincter had milked every seminal drop from the love-lance did I allow him to withdraw the now limp, slick-coated rod.
Roland's gratitude was endless, and laying me upon my soft bed, he parted my thighs, and his long and burning kisses between them fully repaid me for my sacrifice. His lips and tongue disappeared into my cunt-cavern and quickly amassed my climactic treasure of hot release.
The Countess, however, soon began to find the pleasures of their liaison required a stimulant; apparently imperceptibly to herself, her passions, fanned into a furious flame by indulgence, had reached a point, when the ordinary resources of sexual gratification failed to provide a new sensation. Even the stimulant of her recent amour began to lose its effect. She endeavored to render the boy as salacious as herself. He needed little urging. Their first outburst of mutual affection past and spent by overindulgence, their ideas became irregular.
"I wish I could know who first ventured into your pretty pussy, what bee first deposited his hot cockcream there," sighed Roland, one evening, as after one of our usual encounters, we lay and took breath.
"Which hole do you intend, my darling boy? You forget that your question is a little indefinite. I have several, from all of which you have plucked the honey, with your busy tongue or busier cock."
"Yes, -and will again, my sweet; -but what I like best is this area between your thighs," and his hand rendered explanation unmistakable.
"Oh! you are too inquisitive." His fingers tickled the pubic hairs, surrounding the musky love-lips.
"But still I should like to know," persisted the youth. "I wish I could have peeped through the keyhole."
"You do, -you would have been jealous."
"Of course I should, I know that; -but, still I think I should have liked to have peeped in, just out of curiosity."
"Ah, Roland, so you would not be jealous now, if you peeped through the key-hole and saw -what?"
"I don't say that, but I think that, even if I was inclined to be jealous at first, and on finding what was going on secretly and unknown to me, it would be different if I knew your desires, was made aware of your wishes, and believed that an indulgence such as we have often talked of would afford your delight, and even that my connivance would make you love me the more; no, -I do not think I should be jealous now granting all that. I am too much of a sensualist, such as you have made me, to care for the outward rendering up of your charms, provided I possess your heart."
"Do you mean to say that you would like to see me render my person up to another while you looked on? -salacious boy, I see your eyes sparkle, -I know you would enjoy the view."
"I have more than once told you my pet idea. I dreamed it once and should like to put it into practice."
"I know it, Roland, you would like to unsex yoursel and, if not to enjoy by yourself, you would like to do so by proxy. I see you, my wicked, little devil watching all the preliminaries, arranging the details and finally delivering me over to the executioner."
The effect of this conversation was plainly apparen upon the sensitive cock of Roland. The Countess who had for some time been training him in these lewd notions, watched the result with delight.
"Well, Roland, since we are both determined to drink to the full in the cup of love's delights, let us no hesitate to make the best of our times -I wil prostitute you, and you, shall prostitute me, and our pleasures shall rival each other."
The reply of Roland was a prolonged thrust witl his prick into my cunny and the conversation became incoherent in an agony of mutual cries, which were stilled only when he came twice inside, the first time even as his seminal spurts raced into my love garden his dick was still hard so he left it inside my warm smoking sheath for a head start, and his dong actually hardened still implanted half way inside my happy cunt. From then on our humping and pumping brough the dear boy to another finish, his second ejaculation adding their hot juices to the already copious amoun already deposited in my box.
An interval of only a few days elapsed after the foregoing conversation, when all having been arranged, the Countess gave her consent to the entertainment. At the hour assigned, Marie let in through the private entrance a certain stalwart peasant selected by herself with the assistance of Roland. The latter, transformed for the occasion into a tall, good-looking girl and appropriately costumed, awaited with the Countess the arrival of the peasant.
When it is considered that the inmates of the Palace numbered over one hundred and fifty, it will be readily understood that anything like a guess at the truth, as to the identity of the Countess who always appeared veiled, was a very unlikely thing indeed for such a person as this illiterate peasant. The man had been selected from among a number of others for certain reasons which will presently appear, and because he was a wrestler and a first cousin of the unfortunate Pierre, and therefore a fine fellow.
Could it be that the lewd Countess took a secret delight in remembering the relationship, and that it was to exercise an influence on her secret enjoyments! Be that as it may, this peasant by name Laciste, was a fine specimen of the French peasant, with his broad shoulders, large coarse limbs, and flowing, curly locks. Withal, Laciste had a good humor, rather stupid look; but if his intelligence was small, he promised much from his heavy, muscular build, while a certain motion of his mobile lips, his open nostrils and twinkling eyes betrayed a temperament at once active and voluptuous. Besides, did he not well know why he had been summoned?
Marie, herself only half dressed, brought Laciste into the presence of her mistress and the young Page.
A snifter of good cognac soon put the peasant more at his ease, and as he got warm in the luxurious apartment, he began to reciprocate the wanton frivolities of the waiting-maid, who did what she could to reassure him.
But as Laciste became warm, so his heavy clothing began to incommodate him, and Marie and Roland made no trouble in delivering him of it. This action brought his great, muscular limbs into view, for his underclothing was deficient both of leggings and sleeves.
Meanwhile the Countess Marguerite, negligently reclining on a luxuriant couch, exchanging whispers with Roland, watched the undressing of the peasant with lascivious eyes, in which the lurid light of diabolical lust could be traced. Her lips grew hot and dry, her nostrils quivered and her limbs twitched and worked in a way that was plainly indicative of her emotions. Hitherto she had been a passive spectator.
Laciste, however, with the instinct of a hawk searching out his prey, easily recognized that she was the principal object at whose instance he had been summoned, and accordingly he lavished on her beautiful body his chief attention. But this was not all: from time to time the peignor of the lady opened as she moved her limbs and shifted her position, and within the opening Laciste saw a wealth of delicate, creamy flesh, which was quite enough to set his desires in motion.
"So, this is the entertainment you have provided for me, Roland?" murmured his beautiful mistress. "I should be ungrateful indeed if I did not fully reciprocate your kindness. What limbs your giant possesses, what strength, what suppleness of joints! He is a wrestler, you say? He exhibits his great power by throwing to the ground great, strong fellows like himself, ah, I relish that, Roland, he shall try his art on me. I will wrestle too with your giant, and you shall see I shall conquer, for with me his strength will be spent in vain, I shall employ only the artifice of love, and he will go down at my feet, whether he will or not, -a humble slave to the delights I shall have in store for him."
"No doubt, my mistress, he will prove no match for your sweet, agile arts, your soft blandishments, your refinements of voluptuousness."
"No, Roland, my beloved, you have brought me the material of love, you alone are the soul, the vital part. I shall make use of the instrument and I shall acknowledge, all the time I enjoy, that it is you, you alone, who gave, who double your own power by thus affordinga medium."
The Countess paused, she regarded the stalwart proportions of the wrestler with admiration, her lips quivered, her whole form seemed to radiate a luxuriance of perfumed diablerie very well in accord with her character. Her eyes grew brighter even than their wont; a sort of agitation, evident only to a close observer, pervaded her frame; her breath came in short, spasmodic sobs; she moved her hands hither and thither in the air as if invoking some invisible power. Then again she spoke:
"Stand up before me, 0 Laciste, that I may see thee," she cried, in the dialect of the peasant, but with a rhythm and a force which made all tingle again as she spoke: "I would see thee in thy might, as thou goest forth to do battle with thy opponents. Hast thou not overthrown many men? Hast thou not made them bite the dust by the sheer force of thy limbs? And now, Laciste, terrible in thy encounters, wilt thou try conclusions with me? See," she cried, casting off her flowing robe and raising her body naked as a baby to its full height: "Am I not worthy of thy prowess? Do you think you can vanquish me as you have vanquished men? No. Laciste, but I will vanquish thee: -by the power of love and luxury you shall go down. -Yes, to my very feet." Her voice here rose to a pitch of harshness, then plaintively she added, "0, Laciste you shall wanton in the raptures of Paradise, -that Paradise of which the Prophet thought and wrote." Here her voice sank lower and lower, while a strange light, like the light of those who see afar and speak of that which is not present, shone steadily in her lustrous eyes. "You shall enjoy the raptures of the angels, here in my arms, -in my bosom, I will receive thee, -I will embrace thee, -Laciste." Lower still her voice became, while the peasant, understanding the sense of her rhapsody and only too willing to profit by his position, slowly approached. "I will entertain thy with my body, I will consume thee in my lust, thou shalt enter the gates where men love to enter, and I will not refuse thy desires. The breath of thy hot kisses shall be as scent of roses to me, thy movements of passion, shall be as the rippling of a softly falling brook. Laciste! thy fierce desires shall dominate me, thy strength and thy power shall sway me. I will let thee bathe me in the torrents of thy pleasures, I will submit myself to the indulgence of thy most secret wishes. But I will subdue thee, Laciste, Laciste!"
As already said, the Countess had thrown away her only covering, a rich mantle of satin, trimmed with furs, and she reamined thus, quivering in the naked aroused excitement of her impassioned apostrophe; but gently and almost without her knowing it, Roland 3nd Marie had again robed their lovely mistess from the lascivious gaze of Laciste. While she continued speaking, the peasant, struck with a certain awe at her rapid and impassioned delivery, impressed by her transcedent beauty of person and naturally longing for a closer acquaintance with her charms, pressed gradually nearer, encouraged by her gestures, wherein he beheld less of modesty than of ardent desire on her side.
The light remaining raiment of the wrestler permitted a perfect display of his powerful limbs, and as his drawers were short and the only covering about his thighs was a thin cotton shirt, it commenced to bulge out in front with a phallic protuberance which astonished all present at its monstrous length.
He was already in front of the couch whereon the Countess had again thrown herself, and within reach of her outstretched arm. She had noticed his erected cock, and insinuating her small palm under his drawers, she quickly laid hold of the magnificent cock which had attracted her attention. A glow of luxurious delight spread itself over her features as she realized the existence of a prick of ponderous length and thickness, stiffly erect and menacing and which Laciste, driven to his wit's end, with desire, attempted in vain to keep within bounds. Her eyes also took in the huge dangling ballocks completely parted from his scarlet shaft, in all their lewd and matched glory.
A sort of murmuring confusion arose among those present; Marie, no less delighted than her mistess, shared her pleasure. The Countess cast a side glance at Roland. She saw he was troubled, she smiled and beckoned him with her irresi stable sweetness of approach.
"See, my Marie," I said to her, "a creature of the sex you desire. Observe this object with attention, it is long and thick as a carriage pole, its purple head is on fire with the desire to mingle with us. Its head is a symbol of the hot need which tingles in its length; yes, my dear girl, it is with an instrument such as this you must be perforated; you will see me suffer, but you will also know that I enjoy. Then will be your turn to surrender your pretty person and to submit your hitherto untouched charms to his mercy."
Here Marie began to titter. I watched Roland; his smile and wanton looks told me his depravity was equal to the occasion.
"Oh! Madam," the youth exclaimed in a feigned voice, "must that horrid thing fuck Marie, and perchance myself as well? Indeed, I cannot bear that," and putting his hands before his face, he pretended to be completely abashed and frightened.
However, I insisted on his holding Laciste's huge cock in his own grasp, and nothing unwilling, he fingered and fondled his balls and extension to his heart's delight. Meanwhile I made the peasant sit by my side and gave him a handsome gown to throw around him. I was determined not to bring on a climax of enjoyment too soon.
Laciste, big and stupid as he was, had not the brutal air of the ordinary peasant. His eyes were soft and kind, and his movements were unconstrained and gentle. He seemed delighted to find himself, as it were, in a new world, and that one of luxury and sensual enjoyment, and he appeared to resign the good fortune which had befallen him, with remarkable equanimity.
Caressing the enormous right hand of Laciste, I brought it softly towards me and deposited it, trembling with happiness, upon my twin titties. My Atlas was half subdued already. The touch of my shapely, white breasts seemed to electrify him; he moved his wanton hand about them, feeling, moulding, pressing, until stirred by an irresistible impulse, he attempted to drive it lower and lower, and would hardly content himself with the soft contact of my belly and below.
Then I bade Roland quit his hold upon the huge prick for I was too jealous myself of his interference, and again I seized in my warm grasp this huge specimen of erectile manhood. It throbbed and stretched itself in reddish glory in my hand as I wrapped my flexible fingers around the purple head, parting the large piss head which moistened in his excitement. Laciste showed his appreciation of my dainty touches by sundry sighs and symptoms. He appeared scarcely able to contain himself with longing to satisfy his craving passion to ejaculate in my hand.
I was almost overcome myself with fierce desire to enjoy him. Curbing, however, my impatience, I paused awhile the better to examine the wrestler they had brought to me. I noted well his broad chest, his strong, sinewy arms, singularly clear of the hirsute character which is so ordinary a feature among our peasantry. Above all his unusual specimen of a prick and the dangling pair beneath was perfect in form, and its strength and elasticity while erect were such that it carried me beyond myself to look upon it.
I felt I could not continue this passive part much longer. At a sign from me they threw off the rest of Laciste's clothing, and he stood absolutely naked before me. Oh! the sight of that terrible naked, lusting cock! I shuddered with impatience as I once more cast off my robe, and seizing my Atlas in my tender embrace, we sank together on the soft and yielding couch.
Laciste's hand now roved at will. It required no guidance to search out the pussy spot of his desires. Meanwhile my lips sought his, and we mingled our impatient kisses. Roland placed himself close at my side and watched us with a flushed face and burning cheeks.
The wrestler was upon me, his big chest covered my neck and face. I felt his pecker hot and stiff, pushed against my pussy lips. I thought the juncture of our bodies could never take place; at length my pink cunt lips yielded, the gigantic cock glided into me, tearing, rendering, bestowing pain and pleasure together, until I felt that Laciste had introduced his organ to the root, and was enjoying me with a fierce energy I had never experienced. Roland was kissing one of my hands, thrown out to him for that purpose, and I became also aware that his own treacherous fingers were closely engaged where the juncture of my body to that of the peasant was effected.
"Ah! my friend!" I cried, "you make me suffer, but you give me also pleasure; -go gently, my Laciste, -so, -bear up to me, -thrust not so hard, -ah! you are too large! -too terrible."
More thrusts, more impatient impacts of his vigorous loins, more dreadful efforts on the part of my wrestler; his struggles were those of an expiring swimmer, he panted, he sobbed. Gradually the pleasure grew on me until with a frantic cry I threw out my legs, and for the moment extinguished desire in a thrill of dissolving bliss, as I exhaled my orgasmic mist.
Laciste had not done with me yet.
I felt him still anxious to complete the ecstasy, yet apparently unable from some cause to obtain the necessary impetus. There was no relaxation on his vigoroustparts buried to the hot throbbing balls inside my taut passage -no doubt the compression was too great. I begged him to stop and withdraw; reluctantly he did so, and I beheld his exaggerated cock, red and smoking, covered with the slimy musk of my release, come forth, yet unappeased from my body. Laciste appeared distressed, rather ashamed not to have been more successful. I quickly disabused him of such a sentiment and stimulated him afresh. He entered again with fury, and being well prepared, quickly let loose the fountain of his lust and flooded my cunt with his seed. It seemed his jets would never cease and my innards were drenched with his hot juices.
That evening an obscene orgy was held in the Countess's apartments. Marie was stripped utterly naked, and Laciste let loose upon her. Roland, became completely depraved by the precepts and example of his mistress, was as bad as any of them. Retaining only a light costume, he contrived to conceal his sex, while the wrestler, not understanding the reason of his reticense, and ascribing it to a very different source, followed him incessantly with his solicitations. The Countess Marguerite shared the general debauchery. Two other men were introduced and two beautiful girls, provided by the secret agents of the Countess's private police, were added to the scene of revelry and lust.
These young creatures, beautiful as the day and innocent of any participation in the orgies of the Palace, were immediately the principal attraction of the depraved Roland. In this fancy the Countess encouraged him, and the horrid scene of lascivious iniquity was then enacted.
Bibi, the elder of these two girls, was very fair; a tall, slender, beautiful blonde; her dainty features very regular and statuesque; her long tresses of luxuriant, golden hair were let loose and flowed down her back in heavy masses. Her feet and hands were small and delicately shaped; her age was seventeen.
Fifi, the other girl, was darker and less tall; she had the fresh features of the south, a lovely Marseillaise, whose beauty struck every beholder. She had equally delicate limbs, but more rounded and plump; her age was only fifteen.
The two men were young and robust; they had the strong limbs of the country peasant, and were each about thirty years of age. These two had been selected on account of their superior qualifications for the debauch, and their cocks and the accoutrements were of very large dimensions. They understood the object of their presence. It was not the first time they had been similarly engaged by the Countess.
These seven personages, therefore, formed but one lascivious group to whom was added the wanton maid, Marie.
Roland quickly attached himself to Fifi, who at first took him for a girl. By the Countess's orders they were made to pass into an adjoining cabinet together with Maurice, the fairer of the men. The three had no sooner disappeared than Marguerite, making the other peasant lie on the couch upon his back, diverted herself by striding over him, receiving into her pussy in this position his large and erect curving weapon, while calling Laciste to her side, she grasped his gigantic member in both hands, and balancing herself thus between the two, applied the swollen cock of the latter to her lips and her tongue, tittilated the head.
Thus employed, the Countess and her companions prepared to listen to the proceedings of the others in the cabinet.
They had not long to wait, for very soon the cries and complaints of Fifi told that something was going on to her discontent. In fact, her voice in supplication could be heard, while that of Roland and the peasant were also distinguished, in tones of peremptory demand. More complaints on the part of the little Fifi, fresh demands on that of the men; then a struggle, subdued murmurs, -imprecation in which the voice of Roland was predominant, -then a dull sound of bodies falling on soft, muffling pillows.
Presently a peculiar, sharp cry from the pretty girl, -a loud noise of regular blows, a sort of rapping on the furniture on which the bodies had fallen, subdued cadence of movements fierce and significant, amid which were plaintive sobs from the victim.
"Ah, now she has it, -she has it in her nooky!" whispered the wrestler, whose long, thick limb throbbed under the luscious mouthings of the lewd Countess. "He is into her, -if he has only half the pleasure I am experiencing, he is in Heaven!"
"Yes, it must be so," replied Marguerite, pausing a moment from her work, "Hark, how the furniture rattles, -he takes his time, -his ecstasy gathers apace, the girl is subdued, he is indeed enjoying her! Her body is pierced like mine by the true cock of a man! Hark!"
"Ah, you will kill me, let me go," from Fifi.
More cries, more rattling of the furniture, a confusion of inarticulate sounds which Marguerite well recognized as accompanying the final crisis and discharge of her lover, and then silence.
The Countess knew that if she had emancipated herself from the sentiment of their passion by her own example, the boy Roland had been no less prompt to follow her example.
The fellow beneath the Countess, unable longer to retain his sperm, closed his eyes and gave himself up to a copious ejaculation of his creamy come, which Marguerite received in her vitals with cries of rapture, quite letting her hold on Laciste in her spasm of excitement.
"Fool! thou hast flooded my womb, with thy comings, I am inundated with thy seed," exclaimed the Countess, finding herself released from the potent prick on which she had been sitting. As it lost form, it slid slickly out of her cunt.
Then all rushed in the direction of the cabinet.
Imagine the surprise of Laciste, on entering to find the presented boy panting naked in the after languor of sexual excitement by the side of the ravished Fifi, while his vigorous pecker hardly relaxed from the condition in which he had so lately done such humping, lay moist and smoking upon his belly.
Fifi had fainted. Maurice, in a condition of furious desire, was about to lance inside the prostrate girl; his passions worked up to boiling point by the action of the others. The Countess, however, waved him back, and rushing upon the young Fifi, with indescribably frenzy thrust her face between her plump thighs, while Marie, ever ready to enhance the pleasures of her mistress, held suspended and apart the legs of the victim. And the Countess's lips and tongue disappeared inside the musky-wet privates of the thrashing girl, eagerly sucking and lapping the seminal love-juices of her seducer, inhaling and absorbing the ejaculation fluids.
Laciste and Andre, with mocking laughter threw themselves upon Roland, and dragged him into the salon. There they tore off the scanty remains of his sexual disguise, and delivering him naked to the jutting weapon of Maurice, directed him to take his revenge between the posteriors of the boy. The Countess not withstanding her libidinous employment, hearing the fracas and finding how matters stood, rose and boldly directed Maurice to proceed with his work; at which Laciste, unable to contain himself within view of her lovely person and finding himself behind her, grasping her round the middle and pushing her forward upon an ottoman, impaled her with his enormous cannon before she could well prevent him.
Nothing pleased the boy Roland better than the thoughts of thus unsexing himself, but despite his willingness to comply with the desire of the sturdy Maurice, the size and impatience of the latter prevented the unnatural penetration. At length, success rewarded their efforts, and the youth received in his arse-hole the stiffened cock of Maurice.
No sooner did Marguerite perceive that they were fully engaged, than the lewd sight had so powerful an effect upon her, that, setting out her posterior to the best of her ability, she encouraged and received the passionate thrusts of the wrestler's rocklike cock, crying out to him not to spare her, but to let her feel the whole length of his tremendous organ to the hilt.
But Laciste needed no such stimulant. Holding on to her jutting ass, he drove home his rampant weapon, relishing the soft yielding hole into which his flaming dart was forcing its way. His belly rubbed her buttocks, he could penetrate no further. After a series of delicious movements, in which he dragged her supple form back upon him with each thrust, he put his hard chin on her white shoulder and, ending his struggles, spouted forth a boiling torrent of his seed inside her smoking vitals.
Meanwhile Roland, driven forward by the lecherous attack of his pederastic assailant, stumbled, impaled by his stiff shaft over the ottoman, and lying there, subservient to the perverted attack, permitted Maruice to complete his enjoyment, which the unnatural seducer did with hearty will, his hot spurts jetted from his rectally buried cock into the boy's vitals, a veritable flood of hot come-juice which ran out of his anus when the lance was withdrawn from its deviate target.
A general calm succeeded the violence of the orgy. The little Fifi, attended to by Marie, who supplied all present with a liberal libation of wine and sweetmeats, revived under the attention she received. The Countess enjoyed an interval of well merited repose.
The fair Bibi had so far escaped the salacious attentions of the group. She could not hope long to continue so fortunate.
The Countess, herself, set the example. She extolled her beauty, ran her wanton hands over the young springy breasts and belly of the pretty girl, and finally insisted on placing her utterly naked between the knees of Laciste, after fingering the excited pussy.
"My dear Laciste," she said, "there is food for thy lust, and to spare. See these exquisite breasts, how firm are the nipples, -this belly round and white. Ah! behold these loins graceful and full of suppleness. What exquisite contour around these swelling hips! this mossy mount of Venus! Ah! my Laciste! thou thinkest me jealous, -and seeing thy pleasures, enjoy myself. Plunge your branch between those sweet, pink pussy lips."
Meanwhile the wrestler had drawn the beautiful Bibi towards him and had impudently placed his redoubtable member in her delicate hands. Refreshed by the repose, warmed by the wine and by the provoking nature of the girl's charms, he gave the reins to his desires and commenced to pass his hands freely over her body. As his huge slime-slick limb regained its full dimension or rather distention in Bibi's grasp, its formidable character became apparent again and its crest rose stiffly erect, excited by the timid movements of her hand.
"Put both your little fists upon it, Bibi," cried the Countess, "do you not see that there is space for both hands, and even then that his monster cock is looking out at us above all?"
Andre, following the other's example, seized on the trembling Fifi, and subjecting her to his lewd caresses, appeared equally inclined to renew his enjoyments.
But Laciste was no longer content to let Babi continue her indecent fondlings. He had grown epicure in his lust; she must needs apply her red hps where her hands had pressed and moulded. Notwithstanding her evident repugnance, he insisted on her taking the flaming dick head between them, and pushing as much of his large cock as he could into her mouth without choking her, he allowed himself this wanton pleasure at his ease. Marguerite only encouraging his conduct.
Indeed it seemed as though the Countess took secret delight in further exciting the brutal peasant to the extreme of her ability.
"Place your hands on her buttocks, Laciste, you have never felt such a skin before, -it is satin, you dog, -the girl is made for a king, and she is in your grip. What thighs! what beautiful legs! What a glorious cunt."
The face of the wrestler grew scarlet with lewd desire, his immense cock and balls were at their full distention. Raising the head of the young Bibi, from sucking his rod, he joined his thick lips to hers, and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, remained in that posture as if he would exhale her life, keeping his eye the while fixed upon his mistress, as if demanding her permission to go further.
Already his belly rubbed Bibi's, and his stiff pecker was inserted between her pussy lips.
The Countess held in either hand a cock. That of the young Roland throbbed once more in her right, while the weapon of Maurice filled her left; in this position she looked on at the proceedings of Laciste.
With quick perception she understood his doubts, she knew he was boiling with the violence of his desire to screw Bibi, but was naturally afraid to give offence to herself, to whom he looked as the giver of the entertainment. She hastened to undeceive him, and set him at his ease.
"You shall enjoy her, Laciste, you shall lie with her and enter her pussy. Your parts shall know the innermost recesses of her secrets. Take her, strong one, in your powerful arms, spread out her white thighs; the road to voluptuousness is open to you, enter it and be content."
Laciste needed no more. He seized Bibi, and lifting her supple nakedness from the ground in his strong embrace, placed her spraddled as she fell upon a sofa. Without a moment's loss of time, he rushed upon her naked form, and Marie assisting him to open her unwilling thighs, he placed his huge dick in a position to penetrate the vulva of the young girl's parts.
Bibi, although not quite a virgin, quailed before the huge assault. With desperate lunges of his loins, the wrestler attempted to overcome the delicate resistance. Nature herself had considerably conspired to assist him, for in the salacious preliminaries in which she had been engaged, a certain acknowledged excitement had caused a creamy lubrication moisture to pervade her privates. Taking advantage of this, the broad head, well lubricated, tore open a passage, and entering between the vulva, forced the vagina to receive the huge assailant to its full length.
A scream of pressure arose from Bibi, as she felt herself pierced by the fierce prick of the wrestler, who, relishing the tight conjunction of their bodies, now commenced the luxurious game of love.
The sight was too much for the Countess: she put her rosy tongue into Maurice's mouth, and after sucking lascivious kisses in this fashion, she bade him to enjoy her pussy with his own organ.
Seating him upon a couch, she strode across him and received up to her womb the sturdy cock. Whispering to Roland, she directed him to occupy himself with her buttocks, and he, not altogether a novice in such joys, or for the first time sounding this forbidden route, hastened to comply.
"Enter only the portals, my loved one," murmured Marguerite, turning her head to speak to the excited boy, whose cock, ever ready, now pressed against the narrow circular of her anus. "Let but the head of your dear weapon go through.''
"I am there, but I can scarcely restrain myself from pushing right up."
"Feel now, my darling -I work for you, -I can hardly support two such companions and champtions I do my best, -there! feel -� heavens! What sensation!"
"I feel your pressures now, my treasure! I feel the sphincter muscle powerfully gripping my rod with a series of delicious spasms. Ah, my Marguerite, what pleasure! The head, the shoulders, are within, in thy secret sheath; -the rest is without, but the delight is communicated throughout all." Slowly his cock disappeared into her behind.
The young Countess was thus between the two, and they were, neither of them, mean champions. As for the peasant Maurice, he had never known such pleasure. The beautiful body which rose and fell upon him, whose movements he hastened to meet half way, and whose close pressure brought him to the verge of madness, excited him with a furious mania of enjoyment, and soon, -too soon for the wanton Countess, -he felt the climax of luxury approach and discharged with a low wail of rapture, a flow of hot sperm fluids into her womb.
At this moment the amorous conflict of Laciste with the beautiful Bibi reached the crisis, and she lay, only half conscious, deluged in the viscous liquid evidences of his vigorois manhood.
Meanwhile Andre, by degrees overcoming the resistance of the pretty Fifi, had succeeded in the insertion of his prick and was now labouring with all the frenzy of complete possession to finish the humps for her, with his own ejaculation.
The Countess heard all, -saw all; her senses gratified in every direction. The cries of the ravished Bibi had been as music to her ears and now the sobs and groans of the little Fifi were no less sweet.
Roland still held his place; careful to comply with the desires of his mistress, he had abstained from exerting force and remained, as he had declared, lodged within the portals of her behind. The movements made by his mistress, however, while receiving the hot injection of Maurice, produced so much excitement upon his already highly sensitive penile parts, that he felt his discharge about to come forth, and unable longer to control himself, he buried his pecker with one determined thrust completely into the ass-hole of the Countess, and inundated it with proofs of his vigour, and she received a double drenching of hot, pulsating man-juices.
The couples, now detached from their amorous embraces, gathered around to witness the completion of Andre's ravishment of Fifi. He was in the height of his enjoyment; his heaves, his bounds knew no pity for the gentle girl, who, almost past the knowledge of her sufferings, yielded her pussy to his bestial sex. At length he finished, and with contortions of pleasure pervading his prick, injected a torrent of his seed, into her imprisoned cunt.
With scenes like these the orgy ended, and the Countess Marguerite retaining her beloved Roland, after bidding farewell to her guests, retired for the night to sleep off the effects of her debauch.
Her sated and sexually exhausted orgy guests slowly went their slow ways to their beds of rest to fall into a sex glutted slumber,. Most of the revellers were well lubricated internally with the ejectile orgasmic fluids of the varied revelers.
There was no doubting that the sexually corrupt lechess needed rest and respite after their orgiastic excesses.
CHAPTER VI
The demise of her father seemed to be the turning point of the regal but wanton Countess. She now cast off all moral bonds and any inhibitions to all physical and lustful pleasures of the flesh. Now there was no longer the slight but tangible hand of parental warning and authority. Nor was she called upon to relinquish in any way her high position or station in life by so doing. It must be remembered it was an age of liberality and sexual license, an epoch of unrestrained libertinism. A French noble cared little for the antecedents or the virtue of his bride, so long as she was rich and formed in other respects a suitable alliance. Indeed it would have been extremely difficult to find a young and handsome noblewoman at that period, whose character for chasity had not been justly assailed.
The King actually led the way in the general suppression of morals. Gradually, since his succession to the throne of his licentious father, he had shown the same tendencies and the sorrowful end which awaited him, was, it is certain, partly the result of a jealous revenge to which he had given birth by the acquisition of a mistress already coveted as a wife by one of his courtiers.
I have already remarked on the attention which the King had bestowed upon the young and beautiful Countess Marguerite De La Villiers, the heroine of the journal. After her accession to his father's estates, her reappearance in Paris was hailed with acclamation. The attentions of the King were renewed. He found her developed into a lovely woman, whose beauties of person and accomplishments made her the reigning belle. For her, Louis conceived a violent passion, and when a King of all France falls in love, let the world beware! -garde tout le monde!
I have necessarily passed over a considerable period of the Countess's history, because the journal was either a blank for long intervals of time, or the entries were records of such events as were either uninteresting or more repetitions of such scenes as I have already described. It appears therefrom that she actually conceived the idea of marrying the young stud Roland, who, through her influence at court, had been created a Seigneur of the King. This monstrous and incestuous intention, for although the journal nowhere actually states the fact, there is no doubt he was her half-brother, was, however, on reference to Louis himself, given up. The repugnance of the royal lover to permit the marriage of his mistress, for such she had now become, prevented her designs, which were evidently well calculated to baffle any discovery of the truth, or to divert her possessions during her lifetime.
But there was another person who became as deeply interested in the Countess Marguerite as the King himself. A certain Count Aumont had also fallen in love with her, and this man, being of a determined, brutal and jealous character, a general in the army, occupying a high position at court, had formed the design of making her his wife. No doubt her vast estates were to a great extent his inducement, but it is evident from her Diary that the nobleman loved her with all the brutal passion of his nature of which it was capable, and the difficulties in the way of his attainment of his object, to such a mind as his, only served to render more dogged his determination, and to whet his appetite.
The Countess, rendered cautious of necessity by reason of her relations with King Louis, had in no way given any encouragement to the suit of Count Aumont; -indeed she had only a vague idea of his intentions, which she treated as she did the declarations of others, with whom she was surrounded, as a matter which very little troubled her.
Although the dissolute and irregular habits of King Louis, which had rendered him already obnoxious to the nobles, made him callous as to the publicity of his liaison with the Countess Marguerite, the latter had far too good reason to keep her own life from public scrutiny, to allow him to acknowledge her openly, and she used all her influence, all her persuasive power with him to induce him to visit or receive her in private life. This gave her to a large extent the control of her own movements and a degree of independence she would not other wise have retained.
Her character had long ago developed with her beauty; her licentiousness was inconceivable, and except for the evidences of the journal itself, it would be difficult to imagine such inventions of depraved ingenuity, such sexual abberrations, of a prurient mind. It seems as though bored of the more ordinary and natural expedients of lust for satisfying her fierce and ungovernable passions, she had racked her fertile imagination for the creation of new and monstrous sensual body pleasures.
In one place in the Journal there is a curious and detailed description of a life sized mannequin, or figure representing something which was certainly neither humane, nor divine. In a small boudoir, fitted up expressly, and hung with the finest draperies and hangings, there was, at one end, a portiere, -or pair of heavy curtains, covering a small recess, to which there was a separate and secret entrance. These curtains, drawn to either side, disclosed a sight well calculated to strike an ordinary observer with horror. In the center recess stood an image, which in all its hideous grotesqueness, its absolute parody of human outline, and its embodification of all that is frightful in the expression of lust and debauchery, was indescribable.
It was not alone the pose of the figure, which was straight and ordinary enough, but the idea which its demon features conveyed of unpitying lust and ferocity, which made the beholder shudder and the blood to curdle. Nearly six and a half feet high, the humanoid figure stood upright, the arms covered with long sleeves hanging close to its sides. It was clothed in a tunic of red satin to its hips; below, the legs were cased in loose hose. The short skirt of the tunic just ended at the junction of the thighs, and a belt of black leather confined it round the waist. One look at the face of this odd effigy disclosed only a tenth part of its malignity of expression. The eyes, bright and staring, moved on the slightest disturbance of the figure and seemed to follow the beholder with a ghastly, mocking intention of life. Responsive to certain movements of the body, the tongue protruded, red and shining, and gave a diabolic reality to the general effect upon the beholder.
Thus much of the mannequin in repose. As to the deviate use to which the Countess put it, we shall presently be able to know more.
The boudoir contained only one notable piece of furniture, and that was a couch, placed in the center of the apartment, covered, like the hangings, with delicate and luxurious upholstery. The end of the couch nearly approached the portiere and was designed after no common model. It was rather made and adapted to the exigencies of the combats of love, than for simple repose, and its secret mechanism was indeed, specially arranged with that in view.
The Countess Marguerite herself enlightens us further on the subject of these actions; these are her words:
"I enter the boudoir, I am alone, I throw myself upon the couch. I regard leisurely the closed curtain, -which hides my treasure. I try to banish thoughts of all else at the time. I abandon myself to the luxury of my passionate nature, -of my sexual debauchery. I feel a relief in thus casting off the real, for the worship of the unreal, of flinging from me the business of the ordinary world which I distrust and despise to revel, in the enchantment of my mystic diablerie. What to me are the forms and the ceremonies of society, of religion? I, who have secretly discarded both, and have raised for myself a deity and a worship rivalling that of the phallic god of old. Is not my Golom, -my sin demon, -as good a personification of power as their deity? Nay he is infinitely more powerful; for he is material, and he makes his presence known and felt."
It will be seen that the mind of the young Countess, long strained and tried by abandonment to all the vices and sexual licenses of the age, had assumed that stage when reason becomes perverted and the obligations of the outward would of religion and purity, lose their power of reasoning. That brain was already trembling in the blance between those extremes within which there are so many gradations. She continues:
"Yes, thou art a power and a force, and I, thy loveslave votary, will abandon myself to thee; in thy arms will I taste the full, fierce pleasures of the senses and submit eagerly and bathe myself in the luxury of thy caresses. See, I draw back the curtain which conceals thy features, which hides thy form of lust and horror, -to me only of delight ineffable. I fear not to look upon thy face, -demon through thou be. Sex Golom! impersonification of my religion, of the converse of ordinary things! I love thee, -I worship thee, -and will enjoy thee."
"I touch the spring, come forth from thy retreat, advance nearer the couch on which I await thee with impatience; let me see what thou hast in store for me today. Thine envious drapery veils thy precincts, but thy figure and thy front menace me always. Changeful in thine attributes, thou presentest to me ever the same visage of supreme malignity and lust. See! I touch the gong, thou hearest, for forthwith these comes the sound of the descending platform. Thine arms move, they become endowed with life, -thy tongue, thine eyes, express thy firm and fierce desire, -Ah! take me in lust Sex Golom, for I come to thee! "See again, I throw off my robe, I am nude; I throw myself upon the couch, I open my legs wide for you, my loins quiver in delicious expectancy of your loving. I touch again the spring, -my couch glides towards thee. -What hast thou to offer me, Golom? Quick I touch once more the spring, -thy tunic rises and with it thine arms; -ah! I behold it, -your big prick glorious, -in its strong erection, huge in its proportions, your balls immense, brimming with jo, swollen with seed, your penile head purple, glistening with hot desire unappeased, rises like the head of a serpent towards thy belt. Ah no, -thy strong arms touch me, reach over all my lower limbs; -thy hands caress me, they advance, they feel the center of voluptuousness, they part my pubic lips. I am ready.
-Thy body bulges forward, thy wishes are manifest:
-take me, Golom of love -take!
"See once more, -I touch again the springs, my couch glides nearer thee; -thy lower half separates, it opens, it parts my willing legs wide with it; on each side of thy thighs they spread, those columns, white and polished, of the temple they support. I am within thy reach; thy hands, lecherous and agile, already guide the weapon of thy lust. Oh! my'demon love! thou thrustest, thy big lancing prick enterest my cunt! -I am plugged with the volume of thy phallus, -my womb is penetrated by thy burning cock. Thrust again, -ah me! Hump -pump in me -in and out ah yes.
"I see thy mocking tongue, thy rolling, wicked eyes; thy movements kill me, thou hast possession of me now, Sex Golom, -push! -thrust; Ah! ah! -I can no more, I die -thy spasms come, -thy prick floods me, -ah! ah! The hot release bathes my vaginal walls with wet ecstasy."
From these entries, which the Countess was prompted no doubt to put on record for her own reperusal of the pleasures her perverted imagination provided for her, it is evident that the mannequin was only a mask and the outward shell of a sufficiently stout and tall body to admit from behind, the introduction of a real and sexually virile man, who putting his arms into the sleeves of the figure could feel the delicate sexual privates of the person on whom he was to operate. At the same time, an opening in the dress, expressly provided, enabled him to thrust through his erectile cock, and thus, by raising his tunic, the demon was made to exhibit himself in a ready condition to assuage the bizarre passion he had occasioned.
One would have thought that after so vigorous a coitus as that above described, the Countess could have been, for the time at least, content. But this was by no means the case; her lust was far too potent to be so easily satisfied.
After a very short interval of repose, the corporeal powers of the demon were again put in requisition. At a fresh note upon the gong, the same noise of a descending platform was heard and the hidden man was again sexually ready. The Countess had not troubled herself to rise, although for her convenience she had withdrawn and closed the lower end of her couch. On the spring being touched, the tunic of the demon was again raised, and exposed the huge cock, which, although of dimensions sufficient to have served the exigencies of the most salacious, was evidently not the same as had first made its appearance.
The same scene was then re-enacted. The Countess touched a spring and her couch glided towards the figure. Another touch to the mechanism, and the lower half divided, opening gradually, and the two parts separated, opening her thighs wide with them, reposing luxuriously all the time upon their soft surface. Then the hands of the dummy came into play; they sought, evidently without any optical assistance, the most secret sexual treasures of the Countess, and then adapting the enormous batteringram to the breach, renewed penetration of her lubricated pussy was quickly effected, the same humping( movements backwards and forwards took place and very soon the figure again, amidst the most diabolical of grimaces, poured forth a deluge of his seminal seed into her insatiable cunt. As many as six or eight of these sexual humps would take place, one after the other, the Countess herself sometimes adapting the weapon to the sheath; at other times reversing her position, and receiving between lips not specially adapted by Nature for the accommodation of such objects, the lewd outsprings of her favorite deity would suck the throbbing cock off until he came a creamy, warm gush, filling her mouth, the overflow running down her chin.
Sometimes the young Seigneur Roland was present on these occasions and then the scene appears to have included acts of Sodomy which Roland enjoyed. At the Countess's desire, he stretched himself on the couch in her place, presenting to the demon his bared buttocks, which the figure acknowledged with deep appreciation plowing his cock into Roland's arse-hole to the balls and in time flooding his innards with seminal sperm.
It has been shown that Count Aumont had conceived an idea of making Marguerite his wife, but her intimacy with the King stood between himself and his design. It could be only supposed, also, that this fierce and vindictive noble keenly felt the stings of jealousy at an intervention which thwarted his plans. He therefore lent himself without scruple to the purpose of the party who were even then conspiring against the life of the King. There was a well-organized band of plotters determined to remove the reigning King.
At this time the King was in the habit of receiving the Countess Marguerite in his Palace at Versailles, and he had prepared a secret passage to his sleeping apartment, the better to arrange her stolen visits to the royal bed.
Meanwhile, by means of certain secret intelligence, Count Aumont had made himself aware of these secret vists to the King, his master, and furious with rage, he now proposed to his confederates to put their project at once into execution.
One night, therefore, the conspirators, having, by reason of their rank and the offices some among them held at the court, gained an entrance into the royal Palace, they reached the sleeping apartment of the King. At the door, however, they were stopped by the faithful sentry, who refused to let them pass, notwithstanding that they excused their visit by exclaiming that the city was on fire, and that they must instantly inform the King. Finding threats and persuasions alike useless to move the man from his duty, they fell upon him, and in spite of his shouts for assistance, dropped him there and then, with swords
In the meantime the noise without had alarmed the
King, who had heard, it appears, the first challenge of his faithful Hussar.
An entry, of almost the same date in the journal gives the following particulars:
I had arrived as usual about ten o'clock, and the King came with his accustomed punctuality. I entered by the secret way, and he by the grand stairs. I heard the sentry present arms as he passed along the corridor. He was in usually good spirits, albeit matters had not gone quiet to his mind that day. I found him amorous to an extent he but seldom displayed. No sooner was he in bed than he folded me in his arms and kissed my lips with impetuosity. I had no difficulty in ^discovering his excited condition of penis; all his family were well made and strong in that particular at least. He begged me to toy with the impertial cock. I obeyed, and adopting it to my lips, excited the shaft still further by my warm caresses, and I sucked the burning pole until he came flooding my mouth with his sperm. Now that the $urge was off, he rose and mounted me, and in an instant he penetrated my cunt to the quick with his big dong. His movements were rapid and vigorous, the royal prick was worthy of its rank. His sighs, his murmurs of pleasure are in my ears yet, he was completely master of me and right royally he thrust up and filled me with his surging weapon. Then, all too soon, his ejaculative spasms overtook him and he sank upon me, discharging copiously into my pussy passage and enlaced within my arms, even though I had drained his big aching balls somewhat with my mouth, the first time.
The King was still reposing after the feverish excitement he had just undergone, when we both heard a sharp challenge followed by loud and angry voices. He sprang at once from the bed, motioning me to do the same. He seized his sword, and telling me to cover myself with a dressing gown, opened the door of the private passage for me to pass; I believe that he intended to follow. At that moment the door of the bed chamber opened; Louis turned around and faced the intruders, sword in hand; the door of the secret passage closed swiftly behind him, and I heard his night dress tear as a portion of it was caught in the doorway. I hastened on to the little chamber which was close at hand, and there, for the first time in my life, overcome with terror, I believe that I fainted.
I must have laid some time in a condition of insensibility, for the first thing that I remember was the clutch of a brutal hand and words of stern commands to which I was altogether unaccustomed. Shivering with fear and cold, I opened my eyes and encountered the contorted visage of Louis. With unspeakable horror I saw that his face and also his hands were splashed with gore.
"Come, my gentle beauty," he hissed close to my ear, as he raised me as he would have done a child in his strong arms, -"come, -I am different now, there is nothing rouses my lust like the sight, -the smell of blood, -and at least, my pearl! -my priceless one, I have thee! -thou art mine! come," he continued, as he printed hot kisses on my face and bosom, which had escaped from my hasty attire, and hugged me to his throbbing body in a significantly indelicate manner; -"now I will rape you, thou canst not escape me, the doors are closed, we are alone; -ah! dearest, dost thou dare oppose my will? but no, -thou do I value thy reistance, it but inflames my passion, be quiet, I say. I must, -I will."
Tearing open my robe, he glutted his eyes on my charms, and raising my chemise, he pressed his wanton hand upon my belly and in my pussy. I was powerless in his grasp. I saw him open his gown and let loose a red and flaming cock, he tossed me back on the yielding couch, and opened wide my creamy thighs, he threw himself upon me. He drove his stiffened member between the lips, the vulva opened, and the King, enraged with violence and lust because of the unsuccessful attempt on his life, with a groan of rapture, entered my vagina.
At any other time and under other circumstances, I might have succumbed to the provocatives to enjoyment which King Louis possessed, but situated as I was, scarcely in doubt as to the fate of the murderous conspirators which had only just taken place in the adjoining apartment, filled with horror and disgust, I could only clench my teeth, and seek to free myself from the clutches of his blood lust. Alas! my struggles only appeared to enhance his carnal enjoyment of my person. His movements became burning, his cock, hard and inflexible as a rod of molten iron, became tenser and more swollen as his excitement increased, it bore upwards with unpitying force, and with short, fierce jerks from his strong loins, he sought to complete his brutal act. His balls rubbed and bumped my labis. He reached the climax at last, and as he clung to me I felt a stream of his sperm gush from his prick and join his previous juices. Then he rose, hardly giving me time to collect my scattered senses, he took me along the passage towards the further entrance, then he handed me over to two men, who throwing a cloak over me, quickly placed me in a carriage and drove me to my own abode.
The barbarous attempt on the life of Louis has been too long matter of history to require any further allusion on my part. The role which the unhappy Countess Marguerite was fated to play in this ill-fated attempt, seems to have unsettled her mind.
The Countess did not escape the odium which attached to all connected with the assassination attempt. Louis banished her from the-court, and Count Aumont found means, apparently by working upon her fears, to induce her to consent to marry him. Accordingly she became his wife, -at least by right and in name. Count Aumont had very cleverly escaped the fate of the rest of the plotters.
This alliance did not, however, prevent her from persevering in her secret life of debauchery, for while Aumont continued to life within his own dwelling, the Countess still inhabitated her ancestral Palace. The young Seigneur Roland, her half brother, enjoyed her sexually and indeed lived still with his beloved mistress. He was the main spring of most of her inventions in luxury, and appears to have encouraged her in every species of profligacy and perversion in which he indulged.
Unable to satisfy herself with such delights as Nature gaves to the lot of mortals in their dealings with the amorous goddess, the Countess craved for the most outre, the most shameless and infamous of gratifications. No source of indulgence, however, opposed to natural laws, that could be fumigated out of the dregs of a mind so sexually depraved as hers, became too monstrous or too obscene for her. She possessed an album which had come into her possession from the Orient. This work, full of original water colour drawings of large size, beautifully and skillfully executed by a native artist, represented in each picture a young girl, who like herself, weary of the ordinary gratifications of debauched Venery, which had no longer any attractions for her debauched imagination, surrendered herself to the lewd caresses of the brute creation. An infinity of the most grotesque and indecent postures, wherein the heroine was portrayed in the act of sexual connection with various animals, succeeded each other, -each more bizarre than the preceding. In this album the Countess Marguerite took the greatest delight. She called to mind the stories of old, the fabled loves of the nymphs and goddesses, Europa and her bull, Leda and her feathered lover, all and every instance of the perversion of sexual desire.
Although the Journal is silent on the point, there is no doubt the Countess indulged herself in these irregular cravings of sexual beastiality. She makes mention of her two enormous dogs, and speaks of them in such terms as are only generally conferred on very intimate associates. She possessed a beautiful, milk-white pony, several asses of various breeds and quite a menagerie of apes.
How far, or into what abyss, these indulgencies would have dragged the beautiful heroine of these pages, it is not our province to inquire; but at this period there occurred an event which brought to a close a career, remarkable, if only for its irregularities.
"Count Aumont had been absent for some days, his presence always put me in fear. He had gradually commenced to surround me with servants and people of his own choice. In vain, I remonstrated, he became passionate and used threats, giving me to understand that he had the authority of the King to imprison me in one of his fortresses.
"On this occasion upon his return, I remarked a suspicious expression of forced good humor upon his generally disagreeable countenance. What can be in the wind? I fear mischief is brewing.
"It is true, -I am lost. He had discovered my secret -the shameful secret of my life. Oh! horror that I should have unconsciously led him to the bare suspicion; my Roland, -my hero; my all! he will be here, -he will kill me, -no, not kill -only imprison. Oh! God! what an imprisonment; a living tomb. I cannot, -I cannot face it; -death, death would be a thousand times preferable. Let me be calm, -how act? -Roland, -thou alone, my love and my revenge, -thou shalt possess thine own at last. I will atone, for I love thee, -Oh! Oh! I love thee!"
There is evidently a dreadful pause here, for the pen had been thrown upon te paper and had rolled across it, smearing the sheet wth a dark, irregular line of ink. Then it proceeds with a revelation, which was no doubt the immediate means of the curious document ever seeing the light in after times.
"I have done it, -death is better than the incarceration with which he threatens me. I shall live again in my Roland. I have taken the draught, it was nauseous, but it brings me peace, -peace from my enemies, joy to my Roland hereafter. Hark! he comes, 'tis his step; oh my darling, my darling, here quick, this packet; -indeed it is he, I cannot see, take thispacket, Roland! -Roland!"
Another terrible pause; if the surmise is correct that the Countess Marguerite had taken poison, she seems to have somewhat recovered from what she attributed to its immediate effect, for she proceeds with the final entry in the Diary as follows:
"He is here, he has been in my arms, his sweet embraces fill me yet with repture; -he would not be denied, -he little knew -his sex in me for the last time; -ah! but his kisses were bliss! -I am content to die. -Ah thee, he comes, his cock fills me with liquid pleasure, the wetness of the ecstatic bliss."
Here abruptly ends this final Journal. There is not much to add by way of explanation or sequel. From diligent inquiries made among sources of information not easily obtained by the public at large, I discovered that about this time the beautiful and unfortunate Countess Marguerite De La Villiers, daughter and heiress of the Duke De La Villiers, died suddenly and mysteriously; that her husband, the Count Aumont, whose brutal and licentious character was so well known, was held accountable for her death and was banished to his own estates in a distant Province, whereon he was compelled to reside for the rest of his life by the express command of King Louis. By the same hand, I learnt that Seigneur Roland served for many years in the army, and having attained the rank of General, retired to enjoy his leisure upon the estates of his father. He appears to have received special favours at the hands of the King, who, on production of certain papers by which it was said he claimed his birth-right, so facilitates his claim that there appears never to have been any question of opposition.
What those papers were, I can only leave for the reader to surmise.
Countess Marguerite's love idol, or grotesque machine of lewdness still exists and may be inspected by qualified students in a special room, along with other forbidden relics of the Court of Louis the XIV, in the Louvre, Paris, France.
The poor, wanton Countess with her depraved tastes. She is not alone.
THE END
SPECIAL NOTE
Our heroine, if she can be called that, became addicted to deeper and deeper perversions as she grew older. One of her sexual deviations was that of beastiality, the sexual connection with animals. Both sexes could and did indulge in this sickness. In ancient (and not so ancient) times, a great deal of beastiality was performed as a religious rite in place of or in addition to sacrificing the animals. The custom was due to the belief that the potency of the animal would pass on to the one having sexual union with the animal, which was often a goat, a ram, a donkey or any other beast which was noted for its virile sexual powers. The mating with the animal was presumed to bring virility to the woman and the livestock, and the act was supposed to be pleasing to the eyes of the fertility deities.
If woman, considering merely her side of the question, could only ally herself with her own species, why then are the denunciations conveyed in such very plain language in the Book of VLeviticus? Where, we might remark, the inspired writer tacitly takes the monstrous facts for granted.
In India, in certain of the hill districts, the women, whose occupations take them to the pastures, have sexual connection with the small race of ponies everywhere to be found there, and, so little do the inhabitants consider the fact particularly noteworthy, that an instance is in our full recollection of a native servant requesting us to order the infliction of corporal punishment upon his young and handsome spouse, because she spent too much of her time going to and from the corporal enjoyment of the little hill ponies, when she ought to have been employed more profitably to her lot and master within the compound.
On our expressing our astonishment, the fellow,-a sicee, or groom, in our employment,-added many pertinent details, which he took apparently much delight in explaining, winding up by assuring us that all the younger women of the station did the same, and that he begged we would not think the worse of his better half,-it was only the scandalous waste of time he lamented. "Sahib! Sahib; let her be beaten for that."
The small, ass, common in North Africa, and frequently to be seen in the south of France,-a particularly small and beautiful variety of the race, is also well known locally to be made use of in a similar manner, and we have ourselves seen a negress, for our special edification and experience, excite one of these animals with a facility and success which fully demonstrated his amiable willingness to profit by the occasion in the most complete manner, had she, -as she laughingly admitted she had often done, -placed herself two quatre pattes and submitted her sexual genitals to the brute's salacious penis. It is a common trick with these women to impregnate a sponge with the humidity from the sexual parts of the mare when in heat, and this sponge is then held to the nostrils of the stallion, or 'stone donkey,'-as he is called in some parts of England. The effect of this sop upon the animal is immediate and remarkable. He commences to exhibit symptoms of virility. He whinnies, snorts, and, in stable language,-draws. In this condition, if docile, he will permit himself to be further digitally excited with evident delight, and in fact, if the opportunity is afforded him, with very little more encouragement he will mount upon anything on all fours and complete his gratification without stint, provided his organ can penetrate, and he can obtain the sexual depository his senses require.
Without going further afield, we might also mention the numberless instances in which these by natural connections have undoubtedly taken place with the domestic dog. There is hardly a village in England, France or Germany, where some familiar story does not exist, respecting some such aberrated misconduct on the part of one or other of its inhabitants. It may be said that these tales are malicious inventions. Doubtless it may be so, in some instances, but whence does the idea spring, if not in itself the initiation of a plainly practical fact?
A case of this description occurred in England, which is so far typical that we tender it here in proof of our hypothesis. It happened at the assizes held by the judges on what was then called the Home Circuit, and not so many years ago but that the facts will be in the recollection of more than one celebrity of the bar and bench. It was remarked that a girl, servant at a country inn, crossed the back yard oftener than occasion seemed to require; and that she was on such errands, generally followed by a large, retriever dog. Two young fellows watched her movements,-partly out of curiosity, and partly having also, as we proved at the trial, a spite against the girl. They went round the back of the premises, climbed a wall, and displaced one of the red tiles which formed the roof of the 'garden parlour.' There, from their secret post of observation, they swore that they saw her enter, in company with the dog, bolt the door, expose her legs by raising her clothes, and arrange her position in such a manner by sitting forward on the seat, that the sagacious animal, springing upon her, actually had carnal connection with her, and he ejaculated his canine sperm into her vulva. To this they added details so 'shocking and revolting,' as the judge modestly remarked, -that the jury plainly discredited their evidence, though they were kept apart by order of the judge and separately examined, and therefore could not know what sort of crossexamination they would be subjected. It was evident to all that an acquittal was imminent, when, to the amazement of all in court, the prisoner herself suddenly broke down, and hysterically weeping, declared herself to be guilty, and to this she ever after stuck. With her hands before her rather pretty face, she broadly told the judge that: "if any woman had once tasted a dcg, she would never want a man again." In this case, the judge deferred sentence, and there being some technical irregularities in the deposition previously taken before the magistrates, the Home Secretary subsequently directed an acquittal.
We could multiply these cases ad infinitum. Some curious instances of this extravagant species of debauchery are cited in books recently published in Paris; but it seems the medical officers in the service of the Police, either wishing to suppress the facts, or, as was most likely, from sheer ignorance of the subject, declared the conjunction impossible.
Such a conclusion is, however, nonsense from a pysiological point of view; the sexual organs of the dog being perfectly well fitted to fill the conditions required, if only the patients understood how to go to work. Luckily for the society they do not, and therefore we warn them in the words of the old proverb about the danger of playing with sharp tools.
It would be impossible in a simple note of this description to do more than glance at the above facts by way of explanation of the text; but we would remark strongly and authoritatively that the many stories so persistently whispered about of conception having followed such conjunctions, are utterly false, and devoid of foundation. We have heard it affirmed by persons of education and attainment of no mean scientific order, that it is physically impossible for a union of man and beast to occur-at least due to sexual union, because a man's semen is hot and perversely pleasure in the sexual parts of an animal, and a beast can ejaculate his sperm into a disgusting human female, but that is as far as it goes-physically the seed dies sterile and wasted in the wrong receptacle. Any human monsters born of man are due to natural, if tragic causes, and not by the obnoxious sexual union between people and animals.
This is a fact, and anyone who believes otherwise is misinformed-or a fool.
