The Chateau Vert had never known such crowds before. Kozincko hadn't been chary of his money or of his invitations… As a matter of fact it was Myriam who had organized the whole thing.
This was an official entertainment and none of his usual friends were there; at least so he thought. His numerous guests were people of the immediate neighbourhood, all the youths within a few miles; and many acquaintances from Paris or else where who thought Kozincko a rich business man and his daughter the loveliest young lady.
Myriam had invited her cousins Katy and Helen, and her aunt.
She had asked too, though nobody knew it, her young lover Jerom Lazart, telling him there would be a surprise for him on that night. Jerome who still wished to meet Ghislaine thought a fancy dress ball a fine opportunity.
She had asked Freddy ant the Argentine to come well disguised enough so that nobody could know them.
Every one had come and Myriam was going to wreck her revenge… With Nicolas permission she had as usual put under lock and key the wing that had been Ghislaine's and she had kept the keys. She had made him promise he'd let her act as she wanted, and in return she had promised him a good surprise. Nicolas relied blindly on what he called Myriam's love. Now, wholly engaged in making the feast worthy of her daughter's beauty, he was greeting his guests.
The ball was a great success!
Ghislaine was, as well as her father, the cynosure of all eyes. She was the loveliest fairy one might imagine. Her immaculate dress, as fine as a cobweb, and spangled with gold stars, made her usneal so graceful was she in every one of her movements. She held her magic wand, but her smile alone was enough to warrant a supernatural manifestation.
Kozincko was exceedingly proud of Ghislaine's success and thought it was due to Myriam's skill who had launched and realized this grand idea.
He would look for Myriam in the assembly, but how could he see her among a good hundred guests, his dear little Cinderella…
— She was there all the same, surroundered by an admiring crowd…
She seemed to come right out of a fairy tale in her long light blue dress gathered at the waist by a gold belt. Her shoulders were bare, the material clung to her breasts, and her fair hair waved down on her shoulders. She had a dazzling diadem on her head. Her tiny Cinderella feet were encased in golden shoes, her wrists were dazzling with precious bracelets. A small mask hid her face, yet her eyes seemed to burn with a strange fire.
She had as much success as Ghislaine, and nothing apparently lacked to make her thoroughly, radiantly, happy.
Yet Myriam felt wretched. Everything she had, her dress, her gems, her blossoming beauty she owed Kozincko who had bought her from her aunt…
She'd never know what love was. She felt she might have known it, now she was but an instrument to the pleasures of others. Nobody asked for anything but her fresh youthful flesh. Even Jerome… He had thought her a virgin, and now he treated as a woman of no importance. He didn't respect her, he just used her to soothe down any of his cravings… She was his slave as she was Kozincko's slave. Nobody had ever wondered if she had a heart as long as they could screw her. She was deeply disgusted with the whole show. She reproached them with having broken and wrecked her purity, and made her a slave of that law she felt unable to evade now. If she had launched into debauch it was to vanquish them all the better on their own ground. They were but heated males and they would be dealt with as such.
— Myriam's scheme was as good as her aunt's. First Katy and Helen, into Freddy's and the Argentine's clutches under their mother's eyes. Then it would be Nicolas' turn… and the idea was a good one…
Round about her the ball was at its best. Everybody was dancing, a crowd of merry masks was whirling round… in a fiendish saraband.
Near by Myriam saw Freddy well hidden as a… ghost, further the Argentine as a cowboy. She looked for Jerome and discovered him eyeing Ghislaine… Jerome since he had seen Kozincko's daughter could hardy breath. What Myriam had told him about her purity and what he was seeing now had set him on the rack. He was ready for anything as long as he could get her. Jerome was too much of an innate pirate not to understand Myriam had a plan when she asked him down the manor. She had promised him a surprise and he hoped it was intimately connected with Ghislaine.
He thought her depraved enough to engineer some party of her own. He had been somewhat taken aback when seeing Kozincko himself was there. Myriam had never referred to Ghislaine's father otherwise than by his name: Nicolas. But Jerome had known Kozincko in Tangier and knew what he was worth, for both of them had had some trifling difference over unmentionable business…
How could that man be the father of that delightful child?
Jerome of course hadn't remembered himself to Kozincko but he told, Myriam a few words on the subject.
«Good, she had said… that's fine!»
He had asked:
«Was he your first lover?
«Yes, what do you care? If you're interested in maidenheads I'll get you a fine one, before the night is over!»
Jerome was still eyeing Ghislaine, wishing that maidenhead might be hers.
— In his fancy dress as a musqueteer he looked very handsome, and Ghislaine had noticed this. When the dancing began, he went up to her and invited her.
«May I… pretty fairy..?»
Ghislaine had smiled.
He put his arm round her and they were soon lost in the crowd. Myriam had witnessed the scene with a sad smile. She reflected:
«It may as well be that one…»
Nicolas who had found her at last asked:
«Shall we dance, Myriam?
«No thank you…
«Then we'll you come and join me in the small drawing room?»
Myriam knew what it meant. She thought of her pretty dress he'd crumple as usual, of her pretty undies he'd tear… as usual. Yet it would probably be the last time… She sighed as she answered:
«Yes, I'll be there in five minutes' time.»
Nicolas went away hastily.
Myriam spotted her aunt dressed as a duenna, a most suitable dress as she was looking after her daughters who were nymphs for one night. Their dress was extremely light and… simple what couldn't be seen was easily guessed. Mrs. Cornavin was keeping a sharp eye on them for she was as careful of her daughters' virtue as of her niece's debauch…
Myriam came up to her with a faintly ironical air.
«You don't look very happy, though, your dress is a real success, it fits you immensely!»
The aunt retorted venomously:
«So is yours, I hope your loves are prosperous?»
Myriam's smile lit up:
«My dear aunt I only had to follow your advice, besides, your own affairs aren't so very bad?
«It would go much better if you cared to listen to me.»
Myriam didn't let the opportunity pass from her unheeded:
«In a few instants I'll come for you and we'll have a little chat in a quiet nook.
«Oh, Good!»
Mrs. Cornavin was somewhat surprised at this sudden show of good will.
«Yes, added Myriam, I am a good niece!»
The old duenna pulled herself together and muttered:
«Well may be she understood after all!»
Myriam was going to rush up the stairs that led up to the small drawing room, when Freddy stopped her.
«Remember what you promised me Myriam. I don't like waiting!
«Yes, to night, said Myriam… but before that I need your help…
«I'd do anything for you…
«When I'll beckon to you you'll slip into the lobby that is by the hall. It'll take you into the right wing. At the end of it there's a low blue door. You'll get in there and you'll wait for me…
«Yes… Will you..?
«Hush… You'll have your fill…»
Freddy looked at her as she went away and grunted:
«Good God! I never saw such a girl in my whole life, maybe she's bewitched!»
— «You've been very long, reproached Kozincko, as she entered the room.
«I couldn't run away, I wanted to do it on the sly. I am not transparent.
«Oh I know, said her lover, you had a perfect bevy of admirers about you.
«Jealous?
«Yes, and you know it, he sighed as she took of her mask. I'm jealous of everybody around you, their looks undress you.
«As long as it's but a matter of looks!
«Oh it wouldn't take them long to get further…
«And what about you? she asked.
«You know it well enough, you'll drive me crazy.»
He took her in his arms, kissed her neck, sought her lips. She freed herself gently.
«You know we haven't got time now. People will see we've vanished, and Ghislaine…
«I don't care I want you…
«Can't you wait till the night is over?
«No! he had slid his hands up her legs under the dress, he had already got two fingers inside her…
«You're very naughty. What about my dress?..»
Kozincko smiled:
«That won't bother us…»
Myriam knew she'd have to yield. She let him do, she wanted that piece of extra fucking to be over as soon as possible.
There was no couch there, but plenty of cushions. Nicolas laid a thick one on top of two others, pushed them in an angle and showed Myriam the fabric.
«Turn back and lay your elbows on this.
«What are you trying to do? she was cautious of strange postures.
«You'll see, I won't crumple your dress.»
Myriam obeyed.
Nicolas bent down, picked up the skirt folds and handed them to Myriam.
«Hold them will you? See… It's very easy.»
Nicolas stepped back and admired the landscape. Myriam's ass was stuck out invitingly. He exclaimed:
«You've got the fairest ass I ever met. Kneeling down he kissed the tender, rosy flesh, trying to slide his tongue under the laces.
«Please hurry! asked Myriam.»
Kozincko thought her impatience was due to her desire, and quickly opening his fly he took his cock out, slipped it between her thighs and nosed in gently assways. When felt her warmth penetrating the tip of his tool, he clutched madly at her waist and filled her in with a good many fat inches.