Midnight sounded, and the salons of the Comtesse Gamiani still shone in a flood of light. The rounds and quadrilles continued animatedly, to the intoxicating sounds of the orchestra. The toilettes were marvelous, the jewels sparkled.
Gracious, assiduous, the mistress of the ban seemed to enjoy the success of her carefully planned fete, announced at great expense. She was observed to smile agreeably to, all the flattering words, to the customary phrases that each one prodigally used in payment for his presence.
Withdrawn in my habitual role of observer, I had already made more. than one remark which dispensed with my conversation to the Comtesse Gamiani the merit she was supposed to posses. I had quickly judged her, as it woman of the world, but it still remained for me to dissect her moral being, to carry the scalpel into the regions of her heart; and I know not what strange and unknown emotion withheld and stopped me in my examination. I felt an infinite pain to analyze the back, ground of this woman's existence, whose conduct nothing explained. Still young, and with an immense fortune, pretty in the eyes of a great number, this woman without relatives, without intimates, was in some way individually in the world. Alone, she spent an existence capable in all appearance of supporting more than one sharer.
Many a tongue had criticized, ending always by slandering, but, in the absence of proof, the Comtesse remained impenetrable.
Some applauded her as a Fedora, a woman without a heart, without temperament; others supposed her a spirit profoundly wounded, and who would in the future avoid crud deceptions.
Desiring to resolve my doubts, I placed under contribution all the resources of my logic, but all was in vain, I never arrived at a satisfactory conclusion.
I was about to quit the subject in despite, when, behind me, an old libertine raised his voice in an exclamation: Bah! she is a tribade.
The word was like a flash of lightning, all fit together and was explained, there was no longer a possible contradiction.
A tribade! The word rings in the ears in a strange manner. Then it raises in you I know not what strange images of unknown voluptuosity, lascivious to excess. Tis a luxurious rage, an infuriated lubricity, a horrible pleasure which remains forever unachieved.
Vainly I tried to put these ideas aside, by instants they moved my imagination to debauch. Already I saw the Comtesse nude, in the arms of another woman, with hair unbound, panting, broken, and still tormented by an aborted pleasure. My blood was on fire, my senses confused and I fell on a sofa like one in a faint.
Overcoming my emotions I calculated coldly what I must do to surprise the Comtesse; that I must do at any price. I decided to watch her during the night, and for that purpose to hide myself in her bedchamber.
The glass door of a clothes closet faced the bed. I perceived the advantage of that position and, screening myself with some of the costumes hanging there, I resigned myself to await the hour of the Sabbath.
I was hardly hidden when the Comtesse appeared, calling her maid, a young girl of a brown tint and striking figure.
Julie, I will do without you this evening. Go to bed.
Ah! if you hear sounds in my chamber, do not disturb yourself. I wish to be alone. These words almost presaged a drama. I applauded my own audacity.
Little by little the voices from the salon died out; the Comtesse remained alone with one of her friends, Mlle. Fanny B. Both were soon in the chamber, and before my eyes.
FANNY: What terrible weather! The rain is falling in torrents, and not a carriage.
GAMIANI: I am as desolate as you, but unfortunately my carriage is at the repair shop.
FANNY: My mother will be worried.
GAMIANI: Have no fear, my dear Fanny, your mother is informed, she knows that you will pass the night with me. I offer you my hospitality.
FANNY: In truth, you are too good. I will only cause you trouble.
GAMIANI: Say rather a real pleasure. It will be an adventure to divert me. I would not send you to sleep alone in another chamber, we will remain together.
FANNY: Why? I will only keep you from sleeping.
GAMIANI: You stand too much on ceremony. See, we will be like two young friends at boarding school. A sweet kiss reinforced this tender effusion.
GAMIANI: I will help with your undressing. My maid has retired, but we can do without her. Happy girl, how you are built, I admire your figure.
FANNY: You find it good?
GAMIANI: Ravishing!
FANNY: You flatter me.
GAMIANI: Oh! marvelous! It is enough to make one jealous. What whiteness!
FANNY: As for that, I am no better than you. Frankly, you are whiter than I.
GAMIANI: Don't think it, child. Take off everything like me. What! Embarrassed? One would think that I was a man... There, look in that glass... Paris would have thrown you the apple, you rogue! She smiles to see herself so fair. You well deserve a kiss on your forehead, your cheek, your lips. You are belle throughout, everywhere.
The Comtesse's lips passed lasciviously, ardently over the girl's body. Surprised and trembling, Fanny submitted without understanding. They were a delicious couple, gull of grace, of lust and lascivious abandon and fearful modesty; One would have said it was an angel, a virgin, in the arms of a bacchante in furor.
What beauties placed before my sight, what a spectacle to arouse my senses!
FANNY: Oh! what are you doing! Stop. Madame, I beg you.
GAMIANI: No! no!... my Fanny, my child, my life, my joy! You see you are too beautiful! Oh! I love you! I love you!... I am crazy!
In vain the child struggled, her cries were smothered with kisses. Pressed and enlaced, her struggles were useless. The Comtesse carried her to the bed in her ardent embrace and threw her there like prey ready to be devoured.
FANNY: What are you doing? O God! Madame, but this is awful! I will call out! Let me alone, you make me afraid.
And only kisses, more ardent, more animated, responded to her cries. With arms still more tightly enlaced, the two bodies formed but one.
GAMIANI: Fanny, be mine, all mine! Come, be my life! Tiens! It is pleasant! How you tremble, child! Ah! you yield!
FANNY: You hurt, you hurt me! You are killing me! Ah! I am dying!
GAMIANI: Yes, embrace me, my little one, my love! Press me closer. How beautiful you are all your pleasure Lascivious! you spend, you are happy! Oh God!
Then passed a strange spectacle. The Comtesse, her eyes aflame, hair unbound, rolled and twisted on her victim, whose senses became active in their turn. Both renewed their bounds, their elans, smothering their sighs and cries with fiery kisses.
The bed creaked beneath the furious lunges of the Comtesse.
But soon, exhausted, broken, Fanny relaxed her arms. Pale, she remained immobile, like a fair corpse. The Comtesse became delirious. The pleasure killed her but did not satisfy. Furious, quivering, she leaped to the center of the chamber, where, rolling on the carpet, she excited herself by lascivious poses, crazily lubricious, provoking with her fingers all the excesses of pleasure.
This sight succeeded in making me loose my head.
For an instant disgust, indignation had dominated me; I wanted to show myself to the Comtesse; to load her with the weight of my disgust. But the senses were stronger than reason. The flesh triumphed, superb, quivering. I was giddy, like a fool. I threw myself on the fair Fanny, naked, all afire, purple, terrible.
She had hardly the time to comprehend this new attack when, already triumphant, I felt her slight, supple body tremble under me, act and respond to each of my thrusts. Our tongues met, burning, pointed; our souls melted into a single one.
FANNY: Oh! my God! Some one is killing me.
At these words the fair one stiffened, sighed, and then fell back, at the same time inundating me with her favors.
Ah! Fanny! I cried, Wait... To you! Ah!
And in my turn I thought I was rendering up my life.
What excess! Exhausted, lost in Fanny's arms, I had felt nothing of the Comtesse's attacks. Recalled to herself by our cries and sighs, transported by a furor of envy, she had thrown herself upon me to tear me from her friend. Her arms crushed me and shook me, her fingers dug into my flesh, her teeth bit me.
This double contact with bodies sweating pleasure, all burning with lust, ravished me still further, redoubling my desire. Fire ran throughout me. But I remained firm, victorious, in the power of Fanny; then, without loosing any advantage of my position in this strange disorder of three bodies, mixed, crossed, intermingled the one in the other, I succeeded in firmly seizing the Comtesse's thighs and holding them spread above my head.
Gamiani! to me! Lean forward and support yourself on your arms!
Gamiani understood me, and I could at leisure place my active, devouring tongue on her burning part.
Fanny, crazed, abandoned, amorously caressed the palpitating breasts which swung above her.
In an instant the Comtesse was vanquished and yielded.
GAMIANI: What a fire you alight! It is too much! Mercy! Oh, what lubricious play! You are killing me!... God... I am choking.
The Comtesse's body fell heavily to one side like a dead weight.
Fanny, still more exalted, threw her arms around my neck, enlaced me, pressed me and crossed her legs over my reins.
FANNY: And we remained, the one extended on the other, rigid, without movement, our half open mouths pressed together and hardly exhaling our exhausted breath.
Little by little we recovered ourselves. The three of us got up and regarded each other stupidly for a moment. Surprised, ashamed of her transport, the Comtesse covered herself in haste. Fanny hid herself under the covers, then, like a child who discovers her fault when it is irreparably committed, she began to weep; the Comtesse did not wait to apostrophize me.
GAMIANI: Monsieur, this is certainly a miserable surprise. Your action is that of an odious spy, an infamous villain! You make me blush. I tried to defend myself. She replied: Oh, Monsieur! Know that a woman never pardons one who suppresses her in her weaknesses.
I did my best to reply. I declared that an unhappy passion, irresistible, and that her coldness had rendered desperate, had reduced me to this ruse, this violence.
And further, added I, could you believe, Gamiani, that I would ever abuse my temerity. Ah no! that would be too ignoble. Never in my life will I forget the excess of our pleasures, but I will guard the memories for myself alone. If I am culpable, think of the delirium in my heart, or rather, hold but the thought of the pleasures that we have enjoyed together, and that we may enjoy again.
Then addressing myself to Fanny, the while the Comtesse turned her head aside in feigned desolation: Mademoiselle, should you weep in your pleasure! Ah! think only of the sweet felicity that united us but a moment ago, and which will remain in our memories like a happy dream, one that belongs but to you, and to you alone.
I swear to you that I will never sully the memory of my happiness by confiding it to others.
Their anger subsided, their tears ceased; insensibly we again found ourselves all three enlaced, disputing with toyings, kisses and caresses. Oh, my fair friends, let no fear trouble you. Give yourselves without reserve... as if this night were the last... to joy... to lust.
And Gamiani cried: The die is cast; to pleasure. Come Fanny, kiss me, dear one, Tiens! Let me bite you, let me suck you, clear to the marrow. Alcide, do your duty. Oh, the superb animal, what treasures.
You are envious, Gamiani, let it be yours. You disdain this pleasure, but you will bless it when you have tasted it. Remain lying and shove forward that part I must attack. Ah! what beauties! What a posture! Quick, Fanny, straddle the Comtesse and yourself conduct this terrible flaming arm; batter the breech, be firm... too hard, too quick... Gamiani!... Ah!... you skirmish with pleasure.
The Comtesse acted like one possessed, more occupied with Fanny's kisses than with my efforts. I profited by her disturbing movements to throw Fanny backward on the Comtesse's body and to attack her with fury. In an instant we were all three confounded, melting with pleasure.
GAMIANI: What caprice, Alcide has suddenly turned you to an enemy... Oh! I pardon you; you have understood that it was to loose too much pleasure for one who is insensible. What would you? I am in that sad condition of having been divorced from nature. I do not dream, I do not feel ought but the horrible, the extravagant. I pursue the impossible. Oh! but it is frightful. To consume one's self and to end only in deceptions. To always desire and to never be satisfied. My imagination kills me. I am terribly unhappy.
There was in this whole discourse such a vivid action, such an expression of deep despair that I felt moved to pity. This woman suffered painfully.
Perhaps this is but a passing condition, Gamiani, you feed yourself on too much melancholy reading.
GAMIANI: Oh! no! no! no! that is not it... Hear me, and perhaps you will pity and excuse me.
I had been raised in Italy, by an old aunt, who had been left a widow at an early date. I had attained my fifteenth year, and knew nothing of the world but the terrors of religion. Devoted to God, I passed my life in supplicating heaven to spare me the pains of hell.
My aunt inspired me with fear without ever tempering it with the least show of tenderness. I had no other pleasures but in sleep. My days were passed as sad as the nights of one condemned.
Only sometimes my aunt called me into her bed in the mornings. Then her regard was gentle, her words flattering. She drew me onto her breast, between her thighs, and suddenly clasped me in a convulsive embrace; I beheld her contort, threw back her head and faint with a crazy laugh. Frightened, I contemplated her; immobile, I thought her stricken with epilepsy.
Following a long conversation which she had with a Franciscan monk, I was called in and the reverend Father addressed me as follows: My daughter, you are growing up. Already the tempting demon may see you. Soon you will feel his attacks. If you are not pure and without stain, his thrusts may reach you; if you are exempt from all soil, you will remain invulnerable. By His sufferings Our Lord has won the world; by your own sufferings you can save yourself from your own sins. Prepare yourself to submit to the martyrdom of redemption. Ask God for the strength and courage necessary; this evening you will be tried. Go in peace, my daughter. My aunt having already spoken to me, for several days, of the suffering and torture to be endured to escape our sins, I retired, frightened by the monk's words. Alone, I tried to pray and to occupy myself with God, but I could see nothing but the picture of the sufferings that awaited me.
My aunt came to find me in the middle of the night. She ordered me to strip myself naked, then she washed me from head to feet, and made me put on a large, black robe, tied about the neck but opening down the entire back. She dressed herself in the same fashion, and we left the house in a carriage.
At the end of an hour I found myself in a vast hall, hung entirely with black and lighted only by a single lamp suspended from the ceiling. In the center was raised a 'Prie-Dieu' surrounded with cushions.
Kneel, my niece; prepare yourself with prayer, and support with courage all. the pains that God may inflict upon you.
I had hardly obeyed when a secret door opened and a monk, dressed like us, approached me, muttered a few words, then, spreading my robe and letting it fall to each side, he left uncovered all the posterior parts of my body. A slight murmur escaped from the monk, in ecstasy, no doubt, at the sight of my flesh. He passed his hand allover me, stopped on my buttocks and finished. by placing it lower still.
It is there that the woman sins, it is there that she should suffer, said a sepulchral voice.
These words were hardly pronounced when I felt. myself beaten with rods, with cords knotted with points of steel. I clutched the Prie Dieu", I forced myself to smother my cries, but in vain, the pain was too great. I threw myself down the hall, crying, mercy! mercy! I cannot bear this punishment. Rather kill me. Pity! I pray you.
Miserable coward, cried my aunt, indignant, must I set you an example! At these words she exposed herself entirely naked, bravely spreading her thighs and holding them up.
The blows rained; the executioner was unmoved. In an instant her thighs were covered with blood.
My aunt remained unmoved, now and then crying: Harderah! Harder still. The sight transported me, I felt a supernatural courage, and cried that I was ready to suffer all.
On that my aunt got up and covered me with burning kisses, while the monk tied my hands and placed a bandage over my eyes.
What can I tell you further! My torture recommenced, still more terrible; soon be numbed by pain, I remained motionless, no longer feeling anything. Only, above the sound of my blows I confusedly heard cries, shouts and the clacking of hands against flesh. There were also foolish laughs, nervous, convulsive, the precursors of the joy of the senses. Momentarily the voice of my aunt, who groaned with lust, dominated that strange harmony, that concert: orgiac, that saturnal of blood.
Later I learned that the spectacle of my torture served to reawaken their desires, each of my smothered cries provoked an elan of lust. Tired, without doubt, my executioner had finished.
Always motionless, in the clutch of fear, I was resigned to die. Yet, in measure as the use of my senses returned, I felt a singular itching, my body quivered, was on fire.
I agitated myself lubriciously, as if to satisfy an imperious, insatiable desire. All at once, two nervous arms enlaced me, and something hot, I knew not what, came to batter against my thigh, slid lower and suddenly penetrated me. In that moment I thought to be split in two. I gave a frightened cry which was quick covered by bursts of laughter. Two or three terrible thrusts served to entirely introduce this rough flail that crushed me. My bleeding thighs were pressed by the thighs of my adversary; it seemed to me that our flesh was intermixed to melt into a single body. All my veins were swollen, my nerves stretched. The vigorous rubbing to which I submitted, and which was executed with an unbelievable agility, heated me so that I felt as if I had received a red-hot iron.
Soon I fell into a state of ecstasy, I felt I was in heaven. A viscid and burning liquor which came to suddenly inundate me, seemed to penetrate clear to my bones and to tickle me even to the marrow... Oh! it was too much! I melted like ardent lava... I felt an active, devouring fluid coursing thru me, and I provoked its ejaculation by furious lunges, then fell, exhausted, into a bottomless abyss of unbelievable volupte.
FANNY: Gamiani, what a picture! You raise the devil un us.
GAMIANI: That was not all. My voluptuousness was quickly changed into an atrocious pain. I was horribly brutalized. More than twenty monks rolled upon me in turn, like frenzied cannibals. My head fell to one side, my body, broken, crushed, stretched on the cushions like a corpse.. I was carried to my bed as one dead.
FANNY: What infamous cruelty?
GAMIANI: Oh! yes, infamous! and still more melancholy. Returned to life and health, I understood the horrible perversity of my aunt and her still more horrible companions in debauch, whom only the sight of fearful tortures had the power to arouse anew. I swore a mortal hate toward them, and that hate, in my vengeance and despair, I have extended to all men.
The idea of submitting to their caresses has always revolted me. I have been unwilling to serve as the vile plaything of their desires. My temperament was fiery, and it must be satisfied. It was only later that I was cured of onanism by the wise lessons of the daughters of the convent of the Redemption. Their fatal science has made me lost forever.
Here the changed voice of the Comtesse was choked by sobs. Caresses could secede in nothing on that woman. To create a diversion I addressed myself to FANNY: ALCIDE: In your turn, astonishing fair one, behold yourself, in a single night, initiated into many mysteries. Come, tell us how you have enjoyed the first pleasures of the senses.
FANNY: I could not, I assure you.
Alcide; Your modesty is out of season, to say the least.
FANNY: No, but after the Comtesse's story, whatever I could say would be too insignificant.
ALCIDE: Don't think that, poor simpleton! Why hesitate? Have we not all been confounded by the pleasures of the senses? We have no longer anything to blush at. We have done all, we can say all.
GAMIANI:.
Here, my fair one, a kiss, two hundred if needs be to decide you. And Alcide, how amorous he is. Look, how he threatens you.
FANNY: No! No! leave me alone, Alcide! I have no more strength. Mercy, I pray you!... Gamiani!... how lubricious you are... Alcide... take it away... Oh!
ALCIDE: No quarter, morbleu! or Curtius will throw himself upon you all armed, unless you give us the Odysse of your maidenhead.
FANNY: You force me...
GAMIANI AND ALCIDE: Yes! Yes!
FANNY: I have arrived at my fifteenth year very innocent, I swear to you; I had not even stopped to think about what might be the difference in the sexes.
I lived careless and happy, without a doubt, until one very hot day, being alone in the house, I felt something like a need to expand myself, to put myself at ease.
I undressed and extended myself almost naked, upon a divan... Oh! I am ashamed to tell you... I stretched myself out, spread my thighs and agitated myself in every manner. All, alone, I formed the most indecent postures.
The cover of the divan felt cool. Its freshness caused an agreeable sensation, a voluptuous con' tact all over my body. Oh! how freely I breathed, surrounded by that warm atmosphere, softly penetrating. What a sweet and ravishing voluptuousness. I was in a delicious ecstasy. It seemed to me that new life inundate my entire being, that I was stronger, larger, and that I inspired a divine breath, that I expanded in the rays of a beautiful sun.
ALCIDE: You are poetic, Fanny.
FANNY: Oh! I describe my sensations exactly to you. My eyes erred complacently over myself, my hands fluttered-about my neck, my breasts. Still lower, they stopped, and I fell, despite myself into a strange reverie.
The words 'love' and 'lover' repeated themselves incessantly, in an unexplained sense. I finished by feeling myself alone. I forgot that I had parents and friends, I. felt an awful emptiness. I got up, looking sadly about me.
I remained for some time pensive, the head drooping in a melancholy manner, the hands joined, arms hanging.
Then I examined myself anew, touching myself and asking myself if all this did not have a purpose, and end. Instinctively I understood that I lacked something that I could not define, but I wanted it, I desired it, with all my soul.
I must have looked wild, for sometimes I laughed frenziedly; my arms opened as if to seize the unknown object of my desires; I went so far as to embrace myself. I enlaced myself, caressed myself; I felt the need of something absolutely real, some body to seize, to press; in my strange hallucination I hugged myself, believing it to be another.
Through the windows I could see, in the distance, the trees and fields and I was tempted to go out and roll on the ground, to loose myself, airily, in the leaves. I contemplated the heavens and desired to fly in the air, to melt into the azure, to mix myself with the clouds, the heavens, the angels. I think I went crazy; my blood flew, burning to my head.
Distracted, transported, I threw myself upon the cushions. I held one pressed between my thighs, I clasped another in my arms; I kissed it crazily, I embraced it passionately, I believe I even smiled at it in my intoxication, I was so dominated by my feelings. All at once I stopped, trembling; it seemed that I melted, flowed away. Ah! I cried, My God! Ah, .! and I got up, suddenly frightened.
I found that I was all wet.
Being unable to understand what had happened to me, I believed that I was wounded, I was afraid. I threw myself on my knees, supplicating God to grant me pardon if I had done anything wrong.
ALCIDE: Amiable innocent! Have you never told any one what so badly frightened you?
FANNY: No! Never! I could not. I was still ignorant till just when you revealed to me the secret of the enigma.
ALCIDE: Oh, Fanny! that avowal fills me with happiness. My friend, receive again that proof of my love! Gamiani, excite me so that I can inundate this young flower with the celestial dew.
GAMIANI: What fire! What ardor! Fanny! you faint already? Oh!... she spends!... She spends!
FANNY: Alcide! Alcide! I die... I...
And the sweet voluptuousness swallowed us in an intoxication that bore us to the heavens. After a few moments of repose to calm the senses I began to speak in these terms: I was born of young and robust parents. My infancy was happy, exempt from tears or illness; and so at the age of thirteen years I was already a man, The thorns of the flesh already began to make themselves vividly felt.
Destined to the church, raised in all the rigors of the principals of chastity, I combated with all my strength the first desires of my senses. My flesh was awakened, irritant, powerful, imperious, and I macerated it pitilessly.
I condemned myself to the most rigorous fasting. But at night, in my sleep, Nature obtained her relief, and I frightened myself, thinking I had been guilty of bringing some disorder upon myself. I redoubled my fasting, and gave particular attention to putting all baneful thoughts out of my mind. This opposition, this interior combat, finished by making me dull and stupid. My enforced continence gave to all my senses a sensibility, or rather an irritation that I had never before known.
I often suffered from vertigo. It seemed that all objects were turning around, and I with them. If, by hazard, I chanced to see a young woman, she appeared to me to be vividly illuminated and surrounded with a fire like electric sparks.
The humor, more and more heated and too abundant, was carried to my head, and the particles of fire with which it was filled struck vividly against the lenses of my eyes, causing there a sort of shining mirage. This lasted during several months, when, one morning, I suddenly felt a shock in all my members, a contraction and violent tension, followed by fearful and convulsive movements like those that ordinarily accompany an epileptic fit. The dazzling lights returned with greater brilliance than ever... I saw at first a black circle turning rapidly before me, then enlarge and become immense; a light, lively and intense escaped from the axis of the circle and illuminated the whole space.
I discovered a horizon without bounds, a vast, inflamed heaven transversed by a thousand floating flames that all fell resplendent in a rain of gold, shining with sapphire, emerald and azure.
The fire died out; a dawn, blue and vaulted came to replace it; I seemed to swim in a soft, limpid light, soft as the pale reflection of the moon on a summer's night, when behold, from the far distance hastened toward me, vaporous, aerial, like a. flock of golden butterflies, infinite myriads of naked young girls, shining and fresh, transparent as alabaster statues. I threw myself before these sylphs, but they escaped me, laughing and playful; their delicious groups melting for a moment into the azure and then again reappearing, more lively, more joyous; charming bouquets of ravishing figures, each of which gave me a winning smile, a malicious look.
Little by little the young girls were eclipsed; then came to me fair women of the age of love and tender passions. Some, lively and animated, with ardent eyes and palpitating bosoms; others, pale and drooping the virgins of Ossian. Their bodies, slender, voluptuous, covered with gauze. They seemed to be dying of languor and waiting; they opened their arms to rile, but escaped me always.
I agitated myself lubriciously on my couch; I raised myself on my knees and my hands shook my glorious priapus. I spoke of love, of pleasure, in the most indecent terms; memories of the classics were, for instance, mixed with my dreams, I saw Jupiter on fire, Juno handling his thunder: I saw all Olympus in rut, in disorder, pell-mell strange; afterward I witnessed an orgy, a hellish bacchanal; in a deep and somber cavern, lighted by stinking torches with a reddish glow, with blue and green tints reflected hideously on the bodies of a hundred devils, shaped like goats with forms grotesquely lubricious.
Some, thrown from a spring-board, fell on a woman, penetrating her suddenly with their whole dart and causing her the sudden convulsion of a rapid, unexpected spending. Other, more wanton, upset a prude headforemost, and all, amid insane laughter, with the aid of a mallet, forced into her a large priapus of fire, martyring her with an excess of lustful pleasure. Again I saw others who, match in hand, lighted frightful members that were received unflinchingly between the out spread thighs of frenzied she-devils.
The most evil of the band attacked a Messalin by her four members, and gave himself up, before her, to all the joys, to the most expressive pleasures. The unfortunate one twisted herself, furious, foaming at the mouth hungry for the pleasure that she could not enjoy.
Here and there a thousand little devils, each uglier, more active and rampant that this other, came and went, sucking, pinching, biting and dancing around or mingling among themselves. Everywhere there were laughs, shouts, convulsions, frenzies, cries, sighs and faintings of lust.
In a space above the devils of the first rank diverted themselves jovially by parodying the mysteries of our religion.
A naked nun, prostrate, her eyes beautifully turned upward toward the vault, received with a devout ardor the white communion given to her, from the end of a very honest holy-water sprinkler, by a big devil in cross and mitre turned in reverse.
Further on a tiny devil received in floods on his face the baptisms of life, while another feigning to be dead, was helped on his way with a frightful profusion of the holy viaticum.
A master devil, borne on four shoulders, balanced proudly the most energetic demonstration of his eroto-satanic pleasure, and, in his moments of humor, sprinkled the blessed in floods. Everyone prostrated at his passage. It was the procession of the Holy Sacrament.
But behold, a clock struck, and all the devils called joined hands and formed an immense circle. The signal given, they turned, skipping and jumping like lightning. The most feeble succumbed in this rapid circling, this insane gallop. Their fall brought down others; the result was a horrible confusion, a frightful pell-mell of grotesque enlacements, hideous couplings, an unclean chaos of broken bodies, soiled with lust, that a thick smoke came to conceal.
GAMIANI: Your description is marvelous! Alcide, your dream would go well in a book.
ALCIDE: Listen again, what follows is no more than the reality. When I had recovered from that terrible access, I felt myself brighter but more exhausted. Three women, still young and dressed in simple white gowns, were seated near my bed. I thought that I was still in delirium; but I soon learned that my physician, understanding my malady, had judged it proper to apply the sole remedy that fit my case.
First I took a plump white hand, that I covered with kisses. A pair of fresh, rosy lips were pressed to mine. That delicious contact electrified me; I had all the ardor of a wild fool. " Oh! my fair friends, I cried, I wish to be happy, happy to excess; I could die in your arms. Lend yourselves to my transports, to my follies!
With that I threw from me that which still covered me, I stretched myself on my bed. A cushion, placed beneath my reins, held me in the most advantageous position. My priapus stood up, superb, radiant.
You, piquant brunette, with the bosom so firm and so white, seat yourself on the foot of the bed, your legs extended near mine. Good! Lift my feet to your breasts and rub them gently against your pretty buttons of love. Ravishing! Ah, you are delicious!
Blond, with the eyes of blue, be mine, you are my queen! Come, place yourself astraddle on the throne. Take the inflamed scepter in your hand and hide it entirely in your empire... Oh! Not so fast! Wait! be slow and measured like a cavalier in a gentle trot. Prolong the pleasure. And you, so large, so fair, with the ravishing form, straddle here above my head. Ah! Marvelous! You have guessed it. Spread your thighs wide. Further! that my eye may see you, my mouth devour you and my tongue penetrate you at leisure. Why stand straight up? Lean down and give me your breasts to kiss!
Be mine! be mine! said the brunette, showing her agile tongue to the other, sharp as the stylus of Venus.
Come, till I eat your eyes, your lips! I love you that way. Oh! lubricious... put your hand there... now... gently, gently!
And then each one began to agitate, to excite to pleasure.
With my eyes I devoured this animated scene, these lascivious movements, these senseless poses. Soon the sighs and cries were mingled and confounded; while fire circulated in my veins. I thrilled throughout. My two hands toyed with a burning breast, or were carried, frenzied, contracted, to charms still more secret. Then my mouth replaced them. I sucked avidly, I gnawed and bit! She cried to me to stop, that I was killing her; I only redoubled my play.
That access finished me. My head fell back heavily. I had no more strength.
Enough! enough! I cried, Oh! my feet! What voluptuous tickling! It hurts me! cramps me! My feet stretch and twist... Oh!
I felt the delirium approach for the third time. I thrust with fury. My three fair ones lost both their heads and their equilibrium at the same time. I received them in my arms, fainting, expiring, and I felt myself inundated. Joys of heaven or of hell, it was like torrents of never ending fire.
GAMIANI: What pleasures you have enjoyed, Alcide, I envy you! And you, Fanny? What! the foolish thing! I believe she is asleep.
FANNY: Let me be, GAMIANI: take your hand away, it oppresses me. I am overcome... dead... What a night! my God! Sleep... I...
The poor child yawned, turned over and curled up into a little bundle in a comer of the bed. I wished to draw her back.
No! no! the Comtesse said to me. I understand how she feels. For myself, I am of a humor far different than hers. I feel irritated, I am tormented, I wish, ah! you see I wish I were dead. Your two bodies touching me, your discourse, our furors, all that has excited me, transported me. I have a hell in my mind and a fire in my body. I know not what to attempt. Oh fury!
ALCIDE: What are you going to do, Gamiani? Why are you getting up?
GAMIANI: I can be quiet no longer, I burn... I wish... tire me out! If some one would crush me, beat me... Oh! I cannot spend!
The Comtesse gnashed her teeth viciously, her eyes rolled frightfully in their orbits. Her entire being quivered and twisted, it was horrible to see. Fanny awoke, surprised, frightened. For myself, I expected an attack of nerves.
In vain I covered her most tender parts with kisses; my hands were weary of torturing that unconquerable fury. The spermatic canals were closed, or exhausted. I drew blood, but the crisis did not arrive.
GAMIANI: I will leave you. Go to sleep.
At these words, Gamiani leaped out of the bed, opened a door, and disappeared.
ALCIDE: What does she want? Do you understand it, Fanny?
FANNY: Chut, Alcide, listen! What cries! She is killing herself! God! the door is locked! Ah! she is in Julie's chamber. Wait, there is a glazed opening, we can see all. Draw up the divan, here are two chairs, get up.
What a spectacle. By the light of a night lamp, dim, flickering, the Comtesse, her eyes horribly drawn to the side, her lips covered with a frothy saliva, sperm coursing along her thighs, rolled and bellowed on a large carpet made of cat-skins.
Her reins rubbed against the fur with an unbelievable agility. Momentarily the Comtesse agitated her legs in the air, raising them almost straight over her head, exposing her entire back to our view, then allowing them to fall with a nervous laugh.
GAMIANI: Julie, come here! My head whirls. Ah! You damned fool, I will bite you.
And Julie, also naked, but strong, and powerful, seized hold of her hands and tied them, as well as her feet. Her excess was then at its full her convulsions frightened me. Julie, without showing the least sign of astonishment, danced and jumped as if crazy, excited herself to pleasure and fell back, fainting, on a divan.
The Comtesse followed all her movements with her eyes. Her powerlessness to attempt the same furors, to enjoy the same intoxication, redoubled her rage still further; she was like a female Prometheus, torn by a hundred vultures at once.
GAMIANI: Medor! Medor! Take me Take me! At this cry an enormous dog appeared from a hiding place, and throwing himself upon the Comtesse began to ardently lick her clitoris, the point of which stood out red and inflamed.
The Comtesse cried in a loud voice: Hai! Hai! Hai! raising her voice in proportion to her pleasure. One could thus calculate the graduations of the tickling felt by this frightful Calymanthe.
GAMIANI: The milk! the milk! Oh! the milk!
I could not understand this exclamation, a veritable cry of agony and distress, when Julie reappeared, armed with an enormous godmiche filled with hot milk, which a spring allowed to be squirted ten paces at will. By means of two straps she adapted this ingenious instrument to the desired place. The most generous stallion, in all his power, was never furnished, in thickness at least, to better advantage. I could not believe that an introduction was possible, when to my surprise, five or six furious lunges, amidst sharp, piercing cries, sufficed to entirely swallow and hide that enormous machine. The Comtesse suffered like the damned: stiff, motionless, like a piece of marble, one might have said she was the Cassandra of Cassini.
The in and out movement, operated with consummate skill, when Medor, dispossessed but always obedient to his lesson, incontinently threw himself upon the male Julie, the movements of whose half-opened thighs discovered a most delicious feast. Medor acquitted himself so well that Julie suddenly stopped and swooned, overcome with pleasure. Her enjoyment must have been great, for I have never seen anything equal to the expression on that woman's face.
Irritated by a delay which prolonged her pain and deferred her pleasure. the unhappy Comtesse cursed and groaned like a lost soul.
Recovering herself. Julie quickly recommenced with greater force. At a furious lunge by the Comtesse, her eyes closed, mouth half open, she comprehended that the moment had come, and her finger released the spring.
GAMIANI: Ah! Ah!... stop!... I melt!... hail! hail! hail!... I spend!... Oh...!
Infernal lubricity! I had no longer the strength to move from my place. My reason was lost, my eyes fascinated.
These furious transports, this brutal lust made my head swim. There seemed to be nothing in me but burning blood, disordered by lust and debauch. I was bestially furious with love.
Fanny's face had also singularly changed. Her eyes were fixed, her stiffened arms lay nervously beside me. Her half opened lips and clenched teeth indicated an attack of delirious sensuality which bordered on the rage for pleasure, which demanded to excess.
We had hardly reached the bed when we threw ourselves, heaving upon each other, like two wild beasts. Everywhere our bodies touched and rubbed became rapidly electrified. It was, in the midst of convulsive embraces. wild cries, frenzied bitings, a coupling of flesh and bone, a hideous coupling, the enjoyment of brutes, rapidly devouring, yet which did not draw blood. Sleep finally put an end to all these furors. After five hours of this beneficent calm, I awoke the first.
The sun was already shining with all its fires, its rays joyously piercing the curtains and playing in golden reflections over the rich carpet and silky stuffs.
What an enchanting awaking, colorful, poetic, after an unclean night? I said to myself; it seemed to me that I had escaped from a frightful nightmare, and I had near me, in my arms, within my hands, a gently agitated breast, a breast of lilies and roses, so frail and so pure, that one feared to destroy it in merely brushing it with the tips of the lips. Oh the delicious creature! Fanny, in the arm of sleep, half nude on an oriental bed, realized all the ideals of my fairest dreams. Her head reposed, graciously bent upon a curling arm; her profile was drawn, sweet and pure, like a design of Raphael; her body, in each of its parts as in the assembled whole, was of a magical beauty.
It was a great pleasure to savor at leisure the sight of so many charms, also it was a pity to think that, virgin for fifteen spring-times, a single night had sufficed to soil her.
Freshness, graces, youth, the hand of the orgy had tarnished, had sullied all, had all plunged into filth and mire. This soul so naive and tender, this spirit, until now so gently cradled by the hands of angels; delivered forever to impure demons; no more illusions, no more dreams, not even a first love, not even a sweet surprise; all the poetic life of a young girl forever lost.
She awoke, the poor child, almost laughing. She thought to find her accustomed morning, her sweet thoughts, her innocence, alas! She saw me: it was no longer her own bed, her own chamber. Oh! her sorrow was painful. Her tears choked her. I contemplated them, abashed, ashamed of myself. I held her pressed within my arms. Each of her tears I drank with intoxication.
The senses no longer spoke, my spirit alone out poured itself, my love was painted vividly in my language and in my eyes.
Fanny heard me, mute, astonished, ravished: she aspired my breath, my glances, pressed me momentarily and seemed to say: Yes! Yes! still yours, all yours! As she had given me her body, credulous, innocent, she now gave me her soul, confident, enthused. I thought, in a kiss, to take it from her lips, and I there gave her mine. It was heaven, and it was all. We finally arose. I wished to again see the Comtesse. She was ignobly sprawled, her face disordered, her body soiled and stained. Like a drunken woman, thrown naked near a wall, she seemed to sleep off her debauch.
Oh! away, I cried, Away! Fanny, let us quit this ignoble resort.
SECOND PART
I had thought that Fanny, still young and innocent at heart, would only conserve of Gamiani a memory of horror and disgust. I loaded her with tenderness and love, and was prodigal with the sweetest and most intoxicating caresses some times I exhausted her with pleasure, in the hope that from thence she would think of no other pleasure than that avowed by Nature which confounds the two sexes in the pleasures of the body and soul.
Alas, I deceived myself. Her imagination had been aroused, and depassed all our pleasures. Nothing equaled, in Fanny's eyes, the transports of her friend. Our greatest accesses seemed to her but cold caresses, com pared to the furors she had known on that unfortunate night.
She had sworn to me that she would never again see Gamiani, but her oath did not extinguish the desires that she nourished in secret. Vainly she struggled; this interior combat only served to further irritate her. Soon I perceived that she no longer resisted. I had lost her confidence, and it was necessary for me to observe her from hiding.
By the aid of a skillfully made opening I was able to watch her each evening upon retiring. Unhappy one! I frequently saw her in tears upon her divan contort herself, roll desperately, then suddenly tear her clothing and throw them from her and stand naked before her glass, her eyes wild as in insanity. She touched and struck her' self, excited herself to pleasure with a foolish and brutal frenzy; I could not cure her, but I desired to see how far this delirium of the senses would carry her.
One evening I was watching at my post. Fanny was about to retire when I heard her cry: FANNY: Who is there? Is that you, Angelique?..What! You, Madame Gamiani! Oh Madame! I was far from thinking...
GAMIANI: Without doubt, since you fly me and repulse me. I. have had recourse to a ruse. I have deceived your servants and sent them away, and here I am.
FANNY: I cannot understand you, much less measure your stubbornness, but, if I have kept secret what I know about you, my formal refusal to see you should show you that your presence is importunate and odious to me. I turn from you in abhorrence. Leave me alone, for mercy's sake, and avoid a scandal!
GAMIANI: My resolution and my measures are taken and you cannot change them, Fanny. Oh! my patience is exhausted!
FANNY: Well, what do you propose to do? To force me, violate me, disgrace me? Oh no, Madame! Get out or I will call my servants.
GAMIANI: Child, we are alone; the doors are locked and the keys thrown out the window. You are mine.. But calm yourself, be not afraid.
FANNY: By God! do not touch me.
GAMIANI: All resistance is in vain. I shall overcome you, always. I am the stronger, and am animated by passion. A man could not conquer me. Come, . she trembles!... she pales!... She is ill!... Oh! what have I done?... Recover yourself! My God!. Fanny, my Fanny! If I press you thus against me, it is for love. I love you so much! You are my life, my soul! Won't you understand me? Come... I am not wicked, my little one, my dearie! No, I am good, very good, since I love you! Look in my eyes, feel how my heart beats. It is for you, for you alone. I only desire your pleasure, your intoxication in my arms. Recover yourself, calm yourself under my kisses. Oh folly! how I idolize this child!
FANNY: You are killing me. My God! Let me alone; you are horrible!
GAMIANI: Horrible! Horrible? What then inspires you with so much horror? Am I not still young? Am I not also fair? Everyone tells me I am. And my heart! Is it no longer capable of love? This fire which consumes me, devours me, this burning Italian fire which redoubles my senses and makes me triumphant even when all others give way, is that a thing, so horrible? Say! A man, a lover, what is he beside me? Two or three combats exhaust him, prostrate him; at the fourth his loins fail and he groans, impotent, in the spasm of pleasure. It is a pity! As for me, I remain still strong, quivering, unsatisfied. Ah yes! I personify the ardent joys of matter, the burning joys of the flesh, luxurious, implacable; I give a pleasure without end, I am the love that kills.
FANNY: Enough, Gamiani, enough!
GAMIANI: No! no! hear the rest, hear, Fanny! To be naked, the one near the other, to feel young and fair, sweet, perfumed, to burn with love and tremble with pleasure; to touch, to intermingle breath, body and soul in a sigh, a single cry, a cry of love... Fanny, . Fanny, it is heaven!
FANNY: What an argument! What glances! And I listen and do not repulse you... Oh have mercy on me. I am weak, you fascinate me... What is your power? You have mingled yourself with my flesh, with my bones, you are a poison! Oh yes, you are horrible... and I love you!
GAMIANI: I love you! I love you! Repeat it. Repeat it again! But it is a word that burns.
Gamiani was pale, motionless, eyes wide open, her hands joined and kneeling before Fanny. One would have said that heaven had suddenly struck her and changed her into marble. She was sublime in her humiliation and ecstasy.
FANNY: Yes, yes! I love you with all the strength of my body. I want you! I desire you! Oh! I am loosing my head!
GAMIANI: What do you say, well beloved? What do you say? I am happy... Your hair is beautiful, how soft it is. It slips thru my hands, fine, golden, like silk. Your brow is so pure, whiter than: the lily. Your eyes are beautiful, your mouth is fair. You are white, satiny, perfumed, celestial, from your head to your feet. You are an angel, you are Volupte. Oh, these clothes, these laces! Be naked! Come to me, I am already naked. Tiens!
Ah! God! You are resplendent. Remain standing while I admire you. Could I but paint you, reproduce you but a single time! Wait, let me kiss your feet, your knees, your breasts, your mouth. Embrace me, press me! Closer! What joy, what joy! She loves me!
The two bodies made but one. Only the heads remained detached and regarded each other with ravished expressions. Eyes were aflame, cheeks of an ardent hue. The fluttering lips laughed or met in transports. I heard a sigh exhaled and another respond. Then a smothered cry and the two women remained motionless.
FANNY: I have been happy, very happy!
GAMIANI: I too, my Fanny, and with a happiness that to me was unknown. It was my soul and senses united on your lips. Come to your bed, come, let us enjoy a night of rapture.
At these words they mutually drew each other toward the alcove. Fanny threw herself on the 'bed, spreading herself voluptuously. Gamiani, on her knees on the carpet, drew her to herself and enfolded her in her arms.
In silence she contemplated her languorously. Soon their incitations recommenced. Kisses were exchanged, hands erred, skillfully touching. Fanny's eyes expressed desire and expectation, and those of Gamiani, the disorder of her senses. With heightened color, animated by the fires of pleasure, both seemed to sparkle to my eyes. These delirious; furies, in the strength of their rage and passion, in some way seemed to render the excess of their debauch poetic; they spoke at once to both the senses and the imagination.
I did my best to reason with myself and condemn these absurd follies, but I soon found myself moved, enflamed, possessed by desire. In the impossibility in which I found myself to mingle with these two naked women, I resembled a wild beast in rut, who, through the bars of his cage, devours his female with his eyes. I remained stupidly motionless, my head glued. to that opening through which I breathed in, so to speak, my torture; a true torture of the damned, terrible, unbearable, striking first the head, then mingling with the blood to be filtered by the bones where it burned the very marrow. It seemed to me that my taut nerves would end by breaking. My clenched hand's grasped the parquet. I no longer breathed, I foamed at the mouth. I lost my head, I became crazy, furious. I grasped myself in rage and felt all my manly force agitating furiously within my closed fingers, tremble an instant, then melt and escape in burning jets like a fiery dew. Strange ejaculation, which broke me, prostrated me to earth.
Recovering, I found myself unnerved. My eyelids were heavy. It was difficult to hold up my head. I wished to tear myself from my place, a sigh from Fanny retained me. I belonged to the demon of the flesh. While my hands tired themselves in an attempt to reanimate my extinguished powers, I gave myself to the contemplation of the scene which threw me into this terrible disorder.
The positions had changed. My two tribades were each astride one of the other's thighs, trying to press their thick downs together, to rub their parts against the other's. They attacked and retreated with the ardor and force that the approach of pleasure alone can give to a woman. One would have said that they tried to split, to break each other, from the violence of their efforts, their heavy breathing. Hai! hai! cried Fanny, I can do no more, this is killing me. Go ahead yourself. Come! Again! responded Gamiani. I am nearing happiness.' Push! Now then... Now!... I believe I'm rubbing the skin off. Ah!... I feel it!... I spend! Ah! Ah! Ah!... Fanny's head fell weakly. Gamiani dropped her own, biting the covers, chewing her own hair, flowing over her. I followed their outbursts, their sighs, and like them I arrived at the brim of lustful pleasure.
FANNY: How tired I am, and broken, but what pleasure I have enjoyed!
GAMIANI: The greater the effort and the harder it is, the more the pleasure is vivid and prolonged.
FANNY: I have proved it. I have plunged in a sort of exhilarating vertigo for more than five minutes. The irritation was carried to all my members. That rubbing of hair against such a tender skin caused a devouring itching. I seemed to roll in fire, in the joy of my senses. O folly! O happiness! To spend... Now I understand that word. One thing astonishes me, Gamiani. So young 28 you are, how have you had all this sensual experience?
I could never have imagined all our extravagances. Whence comes this passion which confounds me, which sometimes frightens me? Nature does not make us that way.
GAMIANI: Then you would know me? Ah well, enlace me in your arms, cross our legs and press each other. I will recount my life in the convent to you. It is a history that may go to our heads and give us new derises.
FANNY: I am listening, Gamiani.
GAMIANI: You have not forgotten the atrocious torture that my aunt made me suffer to serve her lubricity. I no sooner understood the horror of her conduct than I secured the several papers which guaranteed my fortune. I also took my jewels and money and profiting by an absence of my worthy relation, I went to take refuge in the convent of the Sisters of the Redemption. The Superior, touched no doubt by my youth and my apparent timidity, gave me a reception the most proper to dissipate my fears and embarrassment.
I recounted to her what had happened to me, and demanded an asylum and her protection. She took me in her arms, hugged me affectionately and called me her daughter. Afterward she discoursed to me of the sweet and tranquil life of the convent: she added still further heat to my hate for men and finished with a pious exhortation, which appeared to me to be the language of a divine mind. To render my sudden transition from the life of the world to that of the cloister easier, it was agreed that I should remain near the Superior and sleep in her alcove each night. After the second night we began to talk in the most familiar manner in the world. The Superior turned and twisted continuously in her bed. She complaint of being cold and asked me to sleep with her to. warm her. I found her absolutely naked. One sleeps better, she said, without a chemise. She asked me to take off mine, which I did in order to be more agreeable to her.
Oh! my little one! she cried, touching me, you are burning. How soft your skin is! The barbarians, to try to martyr you that way! You must have suffered much. Tell me all what they did to you. Did they beat you, tell me? I repeated all my history to her with all the details, dwelling on those which seemed to interest her the most. The pleasure she had in hearing me speak was so lively that it gave rise to extraordinary shivers.
Poor child! Poor child! she repeated, hugging me with all her might.
Insensibly I found myself lying on her. Her legs were crossed over my back, her arms were around me. A soft and penetrating heat spread throughout my body. I felt a delicious well-being hitherto unknown which communicated to my flesh and bones I know not what thirst for love which flowed through me with the sweetness of milk.
You are very, very good, I said to the Superior. I love you, I am happy near you. I do not want to ever leave you. My mouth was pressed to her lips and I continued with ardor: Oh yes! I love you even to dying. I do not know... But I feel... The Superior's hand patted me slowly. Her body agitated gently under mine. Her brush, thick and stiff, was mingled with mine, pricked me to the quick and caused a diabolic tickling. I was beside myself in a quivering so great that all my body trembled. At a violent kiss given me by the Superior, I stopped suddenly.
My God! I cried, let me be. Ah! never a more abundant, a more delicious dew followed a combat of love.
The ecstasy passed, far from being exhausted, I threw myself joyfully on my skilled companion, I ate her in kisses. I took her hand and carried it to that same. place that she had so greatly irritated. The Superior, seeing me in that humor, forgot herself, acted like a bacchante. We both contested in ardor, in kisses, in biting. That agility, what suppleness that woman had in her members! Her body bent, extended, rolled itself about me. I was nowhere.-I had barely the time to return one kiss for all those that rained on me from my head to my feet. It seemed to me that I was eaten, devoured in a thousand places. That unbelievable agility of lubricious touches put me in a state that it is impossible to describe. Oh, Fanny! why were you not a witness of our combats, our ecstasies. If you had seen the both of us, raging, breathless, you would have understood all that the empire of the senses may mean to two loving women. Once I found my head held between my adversary's thighs. I could guess her desire. Inspired by lubricity, I began to nibble her most tender parts. But I only responded weakly to her wishes. Quickly she drew me over her, slid under my body, and, opening my thighs, she also attacked me with her mouth. Her tongue, active and pointed, pricked me, sounded me like a stylus that was thrust in and withdraw quickly. She grasped me with her teeth and seemed to wish to tear me. That made me act like one gone crazy. I shoved back the Superior's head, I pulled her by the hair. Then she subdued her efforts. She touched me gently, injected me with saliva, licked me slowly, or bit the hair and flesh with such delicate refinements, and at the same time so sensual that the memory alone makes me ooze with pleasure. Oh! what delights transported me! what a rage possessed me! I screamed, I pressed down a dead weight, I raised myself, held myself bowed, and always that rapid point found me, pierced me with its stiffness. Two small firm lips took my clitoris, pressing, pinching it, driving me beside myself. No, my Fanny, it is impossible to feel and enjoy like that more than once in a lifetime. What a tension of nerves! What a pounding in my arteries! What ardor of flesh and blood! I was burning, I was melting, and I felt a hungry, insatiable mouth draw the essence of life from me. I assure you that I was dried up when I should have been flooded with boll and liquor. But how happy I was Fanny! Fanny, I can no more! When I speak of these excesses, I seem to feel again the same devouring titillations. Finish it for meQuicker!...Harder!...Good! Ah! Good!...Ah!...I die Fanny was worse than a famished wolf.
Enough! Enough! repeated Gamiani. You exhaust me, you devilish girl. I supposed you less skill full, less passionate. I see you have developed, the fire penetrates you.
FANNY: How could it be otherwise. One must be without boll or life to remain unmoved beside you-Then what did you do?
GAMIANI: More knowing now, I returned with usury, I crushed my ardent companion. All restraint was henceforth banished between us, and I soon learned that the Sisters of the Convent of the Redemption, among themselves, gave up to the furors of the senses; that they had a secret place to meet and hold orgies between themselves at their ease. This infamous Sabbath started at complimes and ended at matins.
Subsequently the Superior unfolded her philosophy to me. I was so frightened at first that I beheld in her Satan incarnate. But she reassured me with some pleasantries and diverted me with an account of the loss of her virginity. You would never guess to whom this precious treasure was given. That history is singular and is worth the trouble of retelling.
The Superior, whom I shall call Sainte, was the daughter of a ship captain. Her mother, a woman of spirit and good sense, had raised her in all the principles of religion, which, however, did not prevent the early development of the young Sainte's temperament. At the age of twelve years she began to feel unsupportable desires which she sought to satisfy with all the bizarre inventions that her ignorant imagination could conceive.
The unfortunate girl worked on herself each night. Her unsatisfactory fingers squandered her youth and health in pure waste. One day she saw two dogs coupling. Her lubricious curiosity observed the mechanism of the action so well that from then on she better understood the thing that she lacked. Her knowledge completed her torture. Living in an isolated house, surrounded by old servants, without ever seeing a man, how could she ever expect to encounter that animated arrow, so red, so rapid, which had so greatly surprised her, and which she supposed should exist likewise for woman's use. After tormenting her spirit, my nymphomaniac remembered that, of all the animals, a monkey bore the greatest resemblance to a man.
Now it happened that her father owned a superb orang-outang. She went to see it, to study it, and remained a long time at her examination. The animal, heated no doubt by the presence of the young girl, suddenly developed himself in the most brilliant fashion. Sainte jumped with joy. She had finally found that for which she had sought all these days and dreamed of each night. Her ideal appeared to her, real and very palpable. To complete her enchantment this indescribable plaything stood out firmer, more ardent and more menacing than she had ever dreamed. She devoured it with her eyes. The monkey approached, hung on to the bars and agitated himself in such a fashion that the poor Sainte completely lost her head. Impelled by her folly, she forced one of the bars of the cage and made an opening that the lubricious beast proceeded to put to profit. Eight whole inches stuck out ravishingly in a most pronounced manner. So much treasures at first frightened our virgin. But the Devil pushing her, she would have a closer look, her hand touched and caresses. The monkey trembled as if he would shatter his cage and his grimaces were horrible. The frightened Sainte believed she saw Satan before her. Fear restrained her. She was about to retire, when a glance thrown on that flaming peg reawakened all her desires. She took courage, raised her skirts with a decided air and bravely walked backwards, her bottom bent toward that frightful point. The wrestlers engaged, the blows began and the beast became the equal of a man. Sainte is bestialized, devirginized, bleeding. Her joy and transports burst out in a gamut of Ohs and Ahs! but in such a loud tone that her mother heard, ran and surprised her daughter, being well ridden, twisting and agitating to loose her soul.
FANNY: That farce is priceless.
GAMIANI: To cure her poor daughter of her monkey mania' they placed her in a convent.
FANNY: They had better left her to all the monkeys.
GAMIANI: You shall see and judge soon enough. But to return to the history of my sojourn in the convent. As my temperament willingly accommodated itself to a life of holidays and pleasures, I consented to being initiated into the monastic saturnalias. My admission having been accepted by the chapter, I was received two days later. I entered naked according to the rule. I took the required oath and, to finish the ceremony, I courageously prostituted myself to an enormous wooden Priapus set up for that purpose. I had hardly finished that painful libation when the band of Sisters threw themselves on me worse than a crowd of cannibals. I gave myself up to all their caprices, I took the most lubriciously energetic poses and finally finished up with an obscene dance and was proclaimed victorious. I was exhausted. A little nun, more lively and sprightly, also more refined than the Superior, drew me into her bed. She was verily the damndest tribade that Hell could create. I conceived the most lively passion for her and we were most always together during our big nocturnal orgies.
FANNY: Where were your lupercalias held?
GAMIANI: In a large hall that the art and spirit of debauch had sought to embellish. One entered by one of two large doors, closed after the oriental fashion with rich draperies, bordered with gold fringe and ornamented with a thousand bizarre designs. The walls were hung with deep blue velvet framing a large plaque of citron wood, skill, fully carved. At equal distances were large mirrors running from the ceiling down to the parquet. In the scenes of orgy, the naked groups of delirious nuns were reflected in a thousand different fashions, or else set off in a lively and brilliant relief against the tapestried panels. Cushions and divans served as seats and served better still for our voluptuous combats or lubricious poses. A double carpet of delicate tissue, delicious to the touch, covered the floor. There one saw represented, with a surprising magic of color, twenty amorous groups in lascivious attitudes, very proper to reanimate extinguished desires. And further, on pictures in the ceiling, the painter offered to the eye the most expressive images of folly and debauch. I always recall a furious Thyade tormenting a Corybantee. I never regarded that picture without also provoking myself to pleasure.
That should be delicious to see.
GAMIANI: Add again to that luxurious decoration the intoxicating perfume of flowers. An even, temperate heat, then a tender, mysterious light which escaped from six alabaster lamps, soft as the reflections from an opal. All this gave birth in you to I know not what vague enchantment, mingled with an unquiet desire, a sensual reverie. It was the Orient, its luxury, its poetry, its nonchalant voluptuousness. It was the mystery of the harem, its secret delights and, above all, its unspeakable languor.
FANNY: Where it had been sweet to pass intoxicated nights with a loved objects.
GAMIANI: Doubtless Love would voluntarily made it his temple, had it not been for that burning and sordid orgy that each evening transformed it into an abode of uncleanliness.
FANNY: How that?
GAMIANI: When midnight rang the nuns entered, each dressed in a simple black tunic in order to set off the whiteness of the flesh. All had their feet bare, their hair floating. Soon a splendid service appeared as if by enchantment. The Superior gave the signal and, everyone responded with gusto. Some were seated and others couched on cushions. The exquisite meats and warming and irritating wines were received with ravenous appetites. The figures of these women, worn out by debauch, cold and pale by the light of day, little by little warmed up. The bachic fumes and preparations of cantharides carried their fire to all the body, their trouble to their head. The conversation became animated, loud and confused and always finished with obscene propositions, delirious provocations, thrown, returned, in the midst of songs, shouts and the clicking of bottles and glasses. Those of the nuns who were most pressed and carried away, suddenly fell on their neighbors with violent kisses which electrified the whole band. Couples were formed, falling and contorting in the most passionate embraces. The smack of lips applied to flesh was heard in a mixed fury. Then carne chocking sighs, expiring words, cries of ardor or exhaustion. Soon the cheeks, the shoulders and breasts no longer sufficed for their unchecked kisses. Dresses were raised or thrown to one side. Then the spectacle was unique. All these female bodies, supple, graceful, entwined nakedly, the ones with the others, agitating, pressing with the impetuosity and refinement of consummate lubricity. If the excess of pleasure was deferred too long for the liking of desire, one detached herself to regain her breath. They contemplated each other with eyes of fire, and contested in rendering their poses the most lascivious and inviting. Those of them who triumphed by her acts and debauch suddenly saw their rivals yield, throw themselves upon them, upset them and cover them with ardent kisses, devour them with caresses even to the most secret center of pleasure, always placing themselves in a position to receive the same attack. Both heads were hidden between the thighs, they were but a single body, agitated, convulsively tormented, from which escaped a heavy bellow of lubricious lust, to be followed by a double cry of joy.
They spend! They spend! repeated these damned nuns Then these frantic ones rolled on each other more furious than beasts released in the arena. Pressed to spend in their turn, they attempted the most passionate. efforts. By the force of their bounds and elans, the groups struck against one another and fell, pel-mel to the floor, panting, exhausted, tired out by orgies and lust; a grotesque confusion of naked women, fainting, expiring, piled in the most. ignoble disorder where they often found by the first ray of sunlight.
FANNY: What follies!
GAMIANI: They did not limit themselves there: they varied their follies infinitely. Deprived of men, we were ourselves the more ingenious in inventing extravagancies. We knew all the Priapes, all the obscene histories from antiquity down to modem times. We had surpassed them. Elephantis and Aretino had less imagination than we. It would take too long to tell you all our artifices, our ruses and our marvelous philteres to awaken and to satisfy our desires. You may judge by the singular treatment to which we made one of our number submit in order to sharpen her sensations. First we plunged her in a bath of hot blood to revive her vigor. Then she took a potion of cantharides and laid down on a bed while we applied friction to all of her body. Then by the aid of magnetism we put her to sleep. As soon as sleep had overcome her we flogged her till she bled, or stuck her with pins. The patient awoke in the midst of her torture. She got up in a daze regarded us insanely and immediately went into the most violent convulsions. Six persons could hardly restrain her. Nothing but the licking by a dog would calm her. Her furor flowed in floods. But if relief did not come, the unfortunate one became more furious and in a loud voice cried for an ass.
FANNY: An ass! Mercy!
GAMIANI: Yes, my dear, an ass. We had one, well trained and gentle. We would not be surpassed in any thing by the roman dames who were served by one in their saturnalias.
The first time I was put to the test I was delirious with wine. I threw myself on the culprit's bench with violence, defying all the nuns. The ass was instantly brought over me and drawn up with the aid of a rope. His terrible broadsword, warmed by the Sisters hands, beat heavily against my flanks. I took it in both hands and placed it at the orifice, where, after several seconds of tickling, I sought to introduce it. My movements aiding, as well as my fingers and a dilating ointment., I was soon mistress of five inches at least. I tried to push in more, but lacked the strength and fell back. It seemed to me that my skin ripped, that I was split up and quartered. It was a dull pain, suffocating, in which was mingled an irritation, hot, tickling and sensual. The beast, always in motion, produced a rubbing so vigorous that my entire spinal column was shaken. My burning cyprien, boiled a moment in my loins. Oh what a spending. I felt it burst in jets of flame and fall, drop by drop, in the depths of my matrix. My whole being was flooded with love. I gave a long cry of nervousness, and then I found relief. In my lubricious elation I had won two more inches; I had surpassed all the others, my companions were vanquished; I had used a washer, otherwise I would have been disemboweled.
Exhausted, aching in all my members, I thought my pleasure finished, when his ungovernable flail stiffened again in its best fashion, Sounded me, worked in me and held me almost upright. My nerves swelled, I closed my teeth and ground them together; my arms hung and my thighs were drawn up. Suddenly a violent jet escaped and inundated me with a hot and sticky rain, so strong, so abundant that it seemed to swell in my veins and even reach my heart. My tired flesh, relieved by this exuberant balm, let me feel nothing but the poignant felicity that pricked me in the bones and marrow, the nerves and brain, loosening my joints and putting me in a burning fusion. delicious torture. Intolerable pleasure which loosens the bonds of life and makes you die with intoxication!
FANNY: What transports you cause me, Gamiani! Soon I will be unable to restrain myself. But how did you finally manage to leave that devil's convent?
GAMIANI: It was thus: after a grand orgy we got the idea of transforming ourselves into men with the aid of dildoes, and with them attached in that way to cork one another all in a line and then race foolishly. I formed the last link in the chain; consequently I was the sole one who rode without being ridden. What was my surprise when I felt myself vigorously assailed by a naked man who had, I know not how, introduced himself among us. At the frightened cry which escaped me, all the nuns broke from the line and came to throw themselves incontinently on the unfortunate intruder. Each wished to finish in reality a pleasure commenced by a fatiguing imitation. The animal, too largely feasted, was very soon exhausted. You should have seen his state of torpor and defeat: his flaccid and pendant electroid, all his virility in the most negative condition. I could hardly reanimate that human rag when my turn came to enjoy the prolific elixir. Nevertheless, I succeeded. Couched on that moribund, my head between his thighs, I sucked Messer Priapus so skillfully that he woke up as ruddy and vivacious as you please. Caressed myself by an agile tongue, I quickly felt the approach of an unbelievable pleasure, which I finished by seating myself, gloriously and with delight on the scepter I had conquered. I gave and received a deluge of pleasure.
This last excess finished our man. Everything proved useless to reanimate him. Would you believe it? When the nuns understood that the unfortunate was no longer good for anything, they decided, without hesitating, that they must kill him and bury his body in the cellar, for fear that their indiscretions, becoming known, might compromise the convent. I vividly opposed this criminal plot; but in less than a second a lamp was taken down and the victim raised in its place on a running knot. I turned my sight from this horrible spectacle. But behold, to the great surprise of these fools, the hanging produced its ordinary effect. Marveling at that nervous demonstration, the Superior mounted on a footstool and, amid the frenzied applause of her worthy accomplices, she coupled in the air with the dead and hung herself on the corpse. That is not the end of the history. Too old and light for such a double weight, tile cord stretched, then broke. The dead and the living fell to the floor so heavily that the nun had her bones broken, and the hanged man, whose strangulation was poorly effected, returned to life, and threatened, in the spasms of his agony, to suffocate the Superior.
Lightning striking in the midst of a crowd would produce less of an effect than this scene on the nuns. All fled, frightened, believing that the devil was upon them. The Superior remained alone to battle with the terrible apparition. The adventure would likely be followed with terrible consequences. Foreseeing which I escaped that very evening from that nest of debauch and crime.
I took refuge for some time at Florence, the land of Love and prestige. A young Englishman, Sir Edward, as enthusiastic and dreamy as an Oswald, conceived a violent passion for me. I was tired of unclean pleasures. Until then, my body alone had lived and acted, my soul still slumbered. It awakened gently to the pure, enchanting accents of a high and noble love. From then I commenced a new existence; I felt those vague desires, desires unspeakable, which bring happiness and render life a poem. Combustible bodies do not bum of themselves, but let a spark approach and all flames up. Thus my heart took fire from the transports of the one who loved me. To this language, new to me, I responded with delicious tremors, I gave an attentive ear, my hungry eyes let nothing escape. The humid fire thrown from the eyes of my beloved penetrated thru mine clear to the depths of my soul, bearing trouble, delirium and joy. Edward's voice had an accent which agitated me, sentiment seemed to be to be depicted in his every gesture; all his expressions, animated by passion, made themselves felt on me. Thus the first image of love made me love the object which had offered it to me. Extreme in everything, I was also ardent toward life and sense. Edward had one of those strong minds that carry others with them. into their own sphere. I found myself raised to his height. My love exalted; became divine in its enthusiasm. The sole thought of gross pleasures revolted me. Had I been forced I would have died of rage. This voluntary barrier irritated our love on both sides; it became more ardent because of this constraint. Edward was the first to succumb. Fatigued by this Platonic attitude, whose cause he could not guess, he had not enough strength to combat his senses. He surprised me asleep one day and possessed me. I awoke in the midst. of the most ardent embraces; overcome, I mingled my transports with those that I caused; I was three times in heaven, Edward was three times a god. But then he had fallen, I took a horror of him, he was no more to me than a man of flesh and bones; he was as a monk!
Suddenly I escaped from his arms with a frightful laugh. The prism was broken. An impure breath had extinguished that ray of love, that heavenly ray that shines but once in life. My soul no longer existed. The senses alone surged up and I returned to my former mode of life.
FANNY: You returned to women?
GAMIANI: No! I would first break with men. To have no further desire or regret I exhausted all the pleasures that they can give us. By means of a celebrated procuress, I was exploited, turn by turn by the most accomplished, the most vigorous Hercules of Florence. I succeeded in one afternoon in running thirty-two courses and still desired more. Six athletes were vanquished and crushed. One evening I did better. I had three of my most valiant champions. My talk and actions had put them in such a good humor that it gave me a diabolic idea. To profit by it, I asked the strongest to lie down in reverse position, and while I feasted myself at leisure on his great machine, I was slowly gommorhaized by the second; my mouth received the third and caused him such a lively tickling that he behaved like a real demon and gave voice to the most impassioned exclamations. We all four burst with pleasure at the same time, tensing our four members. What an ardor in our pleasure! What a delicious spending in the depths of my entrails! Can you conceive such an excess? To draw into your mouth all of a man's force; to drink, to swallow with an impatient thirst, his floods of hot, salt foam, and to feel at the same time a double jet of fire traverse you and furrow your flesh in both senses! It is impossible to describe. My incomparable wrestlers had the valiant generosity to repeat it till their forces were completely exhausted.
Since then, fatigued, disgusted with men, I felt no other desire, no other happiness, than that of enlacing nakedly the frail and trembling body of a young girl, a girl still a virgin and timid, that I can instruct and astonish, that I can overwhelm with pleasure... But what ails you? What are you doing?
FANNY: I am in an awful state. I feel horrible, monstrous desires. All that you have felt of pleasure or of pain, I would feel also, at once, and now. You can no longer satisfy me! My head burns! It turns! Oh! I fear I will go insane! Can't you see? I wish to die of excess. I wish to spend, at last to spend... spend!
GAMIANI: Calm yourself, Fanny! Calm yourself! Your looks frighten me. I will obey you. I will do any thing. What do you wish?
FANNY: Ah well! Take me with your mouth, let it suck me up! There... make me render up my very soul.
Then I will seize you, gore you to your very entrails and make you cry out. Oh that ass! It torments me too. I want an enormous member, even tho it rip me up and tear me!
GAMIANI: Fool, fool! You shall be satisfied. My mouth is skillful, and then I have brought an instrument. Here, look! It is as good in action as an ass.
FANNY: Ah! what a monster! Give it to me quickly till I try it... Hai!... Hai!... Impossible! That would choke me.
GAMIANI: You do not know how to use it. That will be my affair; only be firm.
FANNY: You want me to be quiet when I would take it, swallow all of it; I am possessed by rage.
GAMIANI: Lay down on your back, stretch out, spread your thighs and loosen your hair. Let your arms hang naturally. Give yourself up without fear and without reserve.
FANNY: Oh! Yes! I give myself with transports. Come to my arms, come quickly!
GAMIANI: Patience child. Listen: to better feel all the pleasure with which I would intoxicate you, it is necessary that you forget yourself for the instant, loose yourself in a single thought, a thought of sensual love, of pleasure, sensual and voluptuous. Whatever may be my assaults, my furors, be careful not to move or stir. Remain motionless, receive my kisses without returning them. If I bite or if I tear, restrain any expression of pain as well as of pleasure, until the supreme moment when we both struggle together to die at the same time.
FANNY: Yes, yes! I understand, Gamiani. Come, I am as if asleep, I am dreaming now. I am yours, come. Is that not good?... Wait! This pose will, I think, be more lubricious.
GAMIANI: Debauchee! You surpass me. How handsome you are, exposed that way... Impatient... I see you desire me already.
FANNY: Iron burning. Begin, begin I beg you.
GAMIANI: Oh! further prolong this irritating waiting; it is almost a pleasure. Let yourself go. Ah, good, good! That is the way I want you. One would say you were dead... delicious abandon... that is it. It will take possession of you, warm you up little by little and bring you back to life. I will set you afire; carry you to the heights of sensual delight. You will fall dead again, but dead of pleasure to excess. Unknown delights, to taste them but for the space of two lightning flashes would be the joy of a god!
FANNY: Your words burn me! To work, to work! Gamiani!
At these words Gamiani suddenly knotted up her hair, which was in her way. She laced her hand between her thighs and excited herself for a moment, then, with a bound, she threw herself on Fanny's body, which she touched and covered everywhere. Her lips half opened a vermillion mouth, where her tongue pumped pleasure. Fanny sighed; Gamiani drank in her breath, then stopped. To see these two naked women, motionless, soldered, so to speak, one to the other, one would I have said that some mysterious fusion was operating between them, that their souls were. mingling in silence.
Insensibly Gamiani withdrew and got up. Her fingers played capriciously in Fanny's hair, the while she contemplated her with an un describable smile of languor and lust. Kisses, tender nibblings. passed from her head to the feet, where she tickled with her fingers and the tip of her tongue. Then she threw herself again, heavily, fervently, only to rise and fall again. Her head, her hands, seemed to multiply. Fanny was kissed, rubbed and manipulated in all her parts; she pinched, caressed, bit. Her courage gave way and she uttered sharp cries; but a delicate touch came to instantly calm her pain and to provoke a long sigh. Becoming more ardent, more determined, Gamiani threw her head between her victim's thighs. Her fingers spread and violated the two delicate nymphs. Her tongue was plunged in the chalice and, slowly, she exhausted all the joys of the most irritating tickling that a woman may feel. Attentive to 'the delirium she was causing, she stopped or redoubled, according to the progress of the excess of pleasure which she carefully retarded. Fanny, in a nervous fit, suddenly cried out furiously.
FANNY: Tis too much! Ah! I'm dying! Oh! Take this! Take this! cried Gamiani, presenting her with a vial which she had partially emptied herself. Drink! It is the Elixir of Life! Your strength will return!
Fanny, exhausted, incapable of resistance, swallowed the liquor which was poured into her. half open mouth.
Ah! Ah! cried Gamiani, in an exultant voice, You are mine!
Her look had in it something infernal. On her knees between Fanny's legs, she attached her fearful instrument and brandished it in a menacing manner.
At sight of it Fanny's transports were redoubled and became violent. It seemed that an interior fire tormented her. and drove her into a rage. Her spread thighs gave themselves in seconding the attacks of that monstrous simulacra. The senseless fool! She had barely commenced that horrible torture when a strange convulsion made her heave and bound in every way.
FANNY: Hai! Hai! The liquor burns! Hai! my entrails! How it picks me, how it pierces! AM I shall die! Vile and damned sorceress, you have me! You hold me... ah!
Gamiani, insensible to these cries of agony and torture, redoubled her fury. She broke, tore and revealed in streams of blood; but see how her eyes roll. Her members twist, her fingers crack. I no longer doubted that she drank and then given an ardent poison. Frightened, I threw myself to her aid. I broke down the doors in my violence. I gained entrance. Helas! Fanny was no more. Her arms and legs, horribly contorted, were still enlaced with those of Gamiani who still struggled, alone, with the dead.
I tried to separate them.
Do you not see, she said to me in a rattled voice, that the poison torments me... that my nerves are stretched to the breaking point. Go then. This woman belongs to me. Hai! Hai!
This is awful! cried I, dumb-founded.
GAMIANI: Yes. But I have known all the excesses of the senses. Fool! Can't you understand that there only remained for me to learn if, in the torture of poison, if, in the death agony of another woman mingled with my own, there was any possible sensuality. It is atrocious, do you hear? I die... in a rage of pleasure... in a rage of pain;... I can stand no more!... Heu...!
With that prolonged cry, wrung from the very depths of her bosom, the horrible fury fell dead on the cadaver.
