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Subject: STORY: True Victorian erotica (1879) - The Pearl


This isn't pseudo-Victorian, it's the real thing -- from "The Pearl: A
Journal of Facetiae and Voluptuous Reading", published in 1879.


PART III.

We returned to school, and I kept up a regular correspondence with
Alice.  I shall skip over the next few years till I arrived at the age
of seventeen; my guardians were in a hurry to present me at Court, and
have me brought out, in hopes that I might soon marry and relieve them
of their trust.

Alice was so attached to me that since my first visit to her home, she
had solicited her aunt, Lady St. Jerome, to arrange with my guardians
for my permanent residence with her during my minority, which quite
fell in with their views, as it enabled me to see more society and
often meet gentlemen who might perhaps fall in love with my pretty
face.

Lady St. Jerome undertook to present both Alice and myself, and
mentioned in her letter that unfortunately a star of the first
magnitude would also be presented at the same drawing room, but still
we might have a faint chance of picking up young Lothair, the great
matrimonial prize of the season, if he did not immediately fall in
love with the beautiful Lady Corisande, and that we should meet them
both at Crecy House at the Duchess's ball, in celebration of the
presentation of her favourite daughter, for which she had obtained
invitations for us.  For nearly three weeks we were in a flutter of
excitement, making the necessary preparations for our debut.  My
mother's jewels were reset to suit the fashion of the day, and every
three or four days we went to town to see our Court milliner.

In company with Alice and her aunt, we arrived at Lord St. Jerome's
town residence in St. James' Square, the evening before the eventful
day; her ladyship was a most charming person of about thirty, without
family, who introduced us before dinner to her niece, Miss Clare
Arundel, Father Coleman, the family confessor, and Monsignore Berwick,
the chamberlain of Pio Nono.  The dinner was exquisite, and we passed
a delightful evening, amused by the quiet humour of the confessor, and
the sparkling wit of Monsignore, who seemed to studiously avoid
religious subjects.  Miss Arundel, with her beautiful, pensive, violet
eyes, and dark brown golden hair, seemed particularly fascinated by
the sallies of the latter, whilst there was a something remarked by
both Alice and myself, which led us to suspect the existence of some
curious tie between the two ecclesiastics and the ladies of the
household.

Lord St. Jerome was not in town.  At our special request, Alice and
myself shared the same room, which opened into a spacious corridor, at
one end of which was a small chapel or oratory.  Our minds were so
unsettled by the thoughts of the morrow, and also hopes of meeting
some of our old friends in town, especially the Vavasours, that sleep
was quite banished from our eyes.  Suddenly Alice started up in bed,
with, "Hist! there's some one moving about the corridor."  She sprang
out of bed, and softly opened our door, whilst I followed and stood
close behind her.  "They're gone into the oratory," she said.  "I saw
a figure just in the act of passing in; I will know what is going on
-- we can easily slip into some of the empty rooms, if we hear anyone
coming."

So saying, she put on her slippers, and threw a shawl over her
shoulders, and I followed her example, ready for any kind of
adventure.  We cautiously advanced along the corridor.  Soon we
arrived at the door of the oratory, and could hear several low voices
inside, but were afraid to push the door ajar for fear of being
observed.

"Hush!" whispered Alice, "I was here when quite a little girl, and now
remember that old Lady St. Jerome, who has been dead some time, used
to use this room next to the chapel, and had a private entrance made
for herself direct from the room into the oratory.  If we can get in
here," she said, turning the handle "we shall be in a fine place to
see everything, as the room is never used, and said to be haunted by
the old lady."  The door yielded to her pressure, and we slipped into
a gloomy room, just able to see a little by the light of the moon.

Alice led me by the hand, having closed the door behind us; a cold
shiver passed over my frame, but plucking up courage, I never
faltered, and we soon found a little green baize door, bolted on our
side, "Hush!" she said, "this opens into quite a dark corner behind
the confessional box," as she gently withdrew the bolt, and we then
noiselessly entered the chapel, into a little kind of passage between
the box and the wall, and fortunately protected from observation by a
large open-work screen, which completely hid us but afforded quite a
good view of the interior of the chapel.  Guess our astonishment when
we beheld both Lady St. Jerome and her niece in earnest conference
with the two priests, and overheard what passed.

 FATHER COLEMAN.-- "Well, sister Clare, the Cardinal has ordered that
you are to seduce Lothair, by all the arts in your power; every venial
sin you may commit is already forgiven."

 MONSIGNORE, addressing Lady St. Jerome.-- "Yes, and sister Agatha
here will assist you all she can; you know she is a nun, but by the
modern policy of Holy Church, we allow certain of the sisters to marry
when their union with influential men tends to further the interests
of the Church; the secret sisterhood of St. Bridget is one of the most
powerful political institutions in the world, because unsuspected, and
its members have all sworn to obey with both body and soul; in fact,
Sister Clare, this holy sisterhood into which we have just admitted
you, by this special faculty from his Eminence, will permit you to
enjoy every possible sensual pleasure here upon earth, and insure your
heavenly reward as well."

The bright light shows us plainly the blushing face of Clare Arundel,
which is turned almost crimson, as the confessor whispers something to
her.  "Ah! No! No! No! not now," she cried out.

 MONSIGNORE.-- "The first act of sisterhood is always to do penance
directly after admission, and you have taken the oaths to obey both in
body and mind.  Sister Agatha will blindfold you; throw off your robe,
and submit your body to the mortification of the flesh."

Lady St. Jerome quickly removed the dressing-gown in which her niece
was enveloped, and left the fair girl with nothing but her chemise to
cover her beautiful figure; the bandage was speedily adjusted over her
lovely eyes, and she was made to kneel on a cushion and rest her arms
and face on the rails of the altar.  Father Coleman armed himself with
a light scourge of small cords, fixed in a handle, whilst her ladyship
turned up the chemise of the victim so as to expose her bottom,
thighs, legs and back to his castigation, then she withdrew.

 FATHER COLEMAN.-- "This is a most necessary act of discipline imposed
upon the Sisters of Bridget to subdue their lustful inclinations, and
make them willingly offer up their bodies to the service of the
Church.  If the sisterhood did not continually sacrifice their sense
of purity and every virtuous instinct to relieve the necessities of
our nature, we should be in danger of bringing disgrace upon our
religion.  A sister who enters that holy order is the bride of every
priest of her Church."

The scourge fell upon the lovely bottom; each stroke drawing a painful
sigh from the victim, and leaving long red weals on the tender flesh.

The confessor continually lectured her on her future duties, and made
her promise to do all his commands.

The poor girl's bottom was soon scored all over, and dripping with
blood; the sight of which seemed to inflame the others, so that the
Confessor's affair stood out between the opening of his cassock.

 THE CONFESSOR.-- "Now, sister, for the last mortification of your
flesh, you must surrender your virginity to the Church."  Saying
which, he produced several fine large cushions; took the bandage from
her eyes, and laid her comfortably on her back for his attack, with an
extra cushion under her buttocks, in the most approved fashion. Then
kneeling down between her thighs, he opened his cassock, and we could
see he was almost naked underneath.  He laid himself forward on her
lovely body, and whispered something in her ear, which was apparently
a command to her to take hold of his lustful weapon, for she
immediately put down her hand, and seemed (as far as we could see) to
direct it to her crack herself.  She was evidently fired with lust,
and longing to allay the raging heat of the part which had been so
cruelly whipped, for she heaved up her bottom to meet his attack, and
so seconded his efforts that he speedily forced his way in, and the
only evidence of pain on her part was a rather sharp little cry, just
as he entered to break through the hymen.  They lay for a moment in
the enjoyment of the loving conjunction of their parts, but she was
impatient, putting her hands on the cheeks of his bottom, and pressing
him to herself in a most lascivious manner, and just then Monsignore
and Sister Agatha got up and, one with the scourge and the other with
a thin cane, began to lay on to Father Coleman in good earnest (after
first lifting up his cassock and exposing a brown hairy-looking
bottom).  Thus stimulated, and begging and crying for them to let him
alone, he rammed furiously into Miss Clare, to her evident delight;
she wriggled, writhed, and screamed in extasy, and gave us such a
sight of sensual delirium, as I have never seen before or since.  At
last he seemed to spend into her, and after a while, withdrew himself
from her reluctant embrace, as she seemed to try hard to get him to go
on again.

We could see they were preparing to leave the chapel, so thought it
time to make our retreat.

Next day we were presented, and nothing in the manner of the lively
Lady St. Jerome, or the demure Miss Clare Arundel, would have led
anyone to imagine the scene we had witnessed in the small hours of the
morning.

In the evening we were all at the Duchess's ball.  Lord Carisbrooke,
to whom I was specially introduced, was my partner in the set, in
which danced Lothair and Miss Arundel as _vis_a`_vis_ to Lady
Corisande and the Duke of Brecon.

By-and-by, the hero of the evening lead me out for the Lancers, and
afterwards we strolled into the conservatory, quite unobserved; his
conversation was much livelier than I had expected, for Lady St.
Jerome had represented to us that he was seriously bent on religion,
and about to join the Romish Church.  The conservatory was large, and
we strolled on till the music and laughter seemed quite at a distance,
and coming to a seat with a delightful fountain in front of us, we sat
down; but just as he was observing, "how delightful it was to withdraw
from the whirl of gaiety for a few minutes," we heard some light
footsteps approaching, and evidently a very loving couple, the lady
exclaiming, with a saucy laugh, "Ah! No! How dare you presume so; I
would never be unfaithful to Montairy even in a kiss".  There was a
slight struggle, and, "Ah! Monster, what a liberty!" and we heard the
smack of lips upon a soft cheek, and then, "Oh! No! Let me go back,"
but the gentleman evidently remonstrated, as I could hear him say,
"Come, come, compose yourself, dear Victoria, a little, there is a
seat here by the fountain, you must rest a moment."

 LOTHAIR, with a start, whispered,-- "They must not catch us here,
they'd think we had been eavesdropping, let's bide ourselves and never
say a word about it," dragging me by the hand around a corner, where
we were well screened by the foliage of the delicious exotics.

My heart was in a flutter, and I could perceive he was greatly moved.
We stood motionless, hand in hand, as the lady and gentleman took
possession of the cool seat we had just vacated; the latter proved to
be the Duke of Brecon.  I could see them plainly, and have no doubt
Lothair did also.

 LADY MONTAIRY.-- "Now, Sir, no more of your impudent pranks. Pray let
me recover my serenity."

The Duke knelt down and took her hand, which she affectedly tried to
withdraw, but he retained it, saying:

"Dearest Victoria, pity my passion.  How can I help loving those
killing eyes, and luscious pouting lips.  That very fact of its being
wrong makes my determination the greater to enjoy you the first
opportunity.  It is useless to resist our fate.  Why has the God of
Love given me such a chance as this?"

She turns away her head with affected prudery; but not a blush rises
to assert her horror at his speech.  One hand presses her fingers to
his lips; but where is the other?  Under her clothes.  He first
touches her ankle, and slowly steals it up her leg.  She fidgets on
the seat, but he is impetuous, and soon has possession of her most
secret charms.  Her languishing eyes are turned on him, and in an
instant, he is on his legs, and pushing her clothes up, displays a
lovely pair of legs in white silk stockings, beautiful blue garters
with gold buckles, her thighs encased in rather tight fitting drawers,
beautifully trimmed with Valenciennes lace.  His lips are glued to
hers at the same instant, and his hands gently part her yielding
thighs, as he placed himself well between them.  It is but the work of
an instant.  He places her hand on the shaft of love, which he has
just let out, and it is guided into the haven of love.  Both are
evidently too hot and impetuous, for it seems to be over in a minute.

She hastily kisses him, and puts down her clothes as she says: "How
awful; but I could not resist Your Grace without disordering all my
dress.  It's been quite a rape, Sir," with a smile. "Now, let's make
haste back before we are missed."  He kisses her, and makes her agree
to an assignation somewhere in South Belgravia, for the morrow, to
enjoy each other more at leisure, and then they were gone.

It would be impossible to describe the agitation of my partner during
this short scene; Lothair seemed to shiver and shudder with emotion.
I was also all of a tremble, and nestled close to him, my arm
designedly touching the bunch in his trousers, always so interesting
to me; I could feel it swell and seem ready to burst from its
confinement; he nervously clasped my hand, and was speechless with
emotion all during the scene which I have described; as soon as they
were gone, he seemed to give a gasp of relief, and led me out of our
hiding place, "Poor girl," he said, "what a sight for you; how I
trembled for my own honour, lest the scene should make me lose my
self-control.  Ah! wretched woman, to betray your husband so?" Then,
looking at me for the first time he said, "Do you not think it is best
for a man never to marry?"

Used as I had been to such things, his terrible emotion made me quite
sympathise with him, and my own agitation was quite natural, as I
replied, "Ah! my lord, you little know the ways of the world; I saw a
more awful scene than what we have witnessed, only last night: enacted
by men sworn to perpetual celibacy, and you yourself were mentioned as
a victim to their infernal plot."

"My God!  Lady, pray tell me what it was," he ejaculated.

"Not now, we shall be missed; do you know any place where I can have a
private conference with your lordship.  If so, meet me to-morrow
afternoon at two o'clock, in the Burlington Arcade; I shall come
disguised," I answered.

(To be continued.)  [But not by me -- if you want the rest of the
story, scan it in _yourself_, you PREE-vert!! :-) Actually, the rest
of the story is kind of boring.]


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