Monique, with one sudden move from her rear, separated from the man, feeling the wet and slippery rod, slide out of her guts, she had been taken four times, and was mad because not only had she received no pleasure from that embrace, but she was hurt as he had been brutal. She silently dressed and went out, draped in her blacks cape, in front of an annoyed Max.
The fresh air calmed and eased her mood. She was angry at Max for not being able to moderate his appetite and his guests' appetites. And besides that she felt no pleasure at the same old mirror game that were only a foreword to the complete sodomisation of her being.
She went back to Sonia and slept miserably. The day went in phores. She did not go swimming and refused to let little Jacques caress her belly. She met Janine at the same place in the woods and a long embrace had them rolling under the pine tress in the dunes Monique gave herself completely under the child's caress, when the haze of pleasure that dimmed her vision and blurred the trees and the landscape around her had faded, she stretched and, while she was caressing her breasts, she asked Janine to tell her about the past evening at her Uncle's.
When coming home, Janine took advantage of her uncle being in the garden to go in the attic. It was a huge room under the roof that covered the house's whole surface. It had big apparent timbers, and ropes were hanging from the ceiling, she could not at once understand why. The only light was to be given some candles here and there, and also a couple of camping oil-lamps. In one corner of the room there was a kind of closet, the door of which was made of disjointed panels. She looked inside, and decided that that would be the ideal spot where to go at the proper time.
She also noticed a few chairs, a chest of drawers, and on an old table, whips of different types and shapes, and also leather belts, and tweezers, needles and many other torture instruments.
Janine went down for dinner. It was a quiet evening. Janine learned that Solange was going to spend the evening and then the night at some friends of Barral, under the pretense of helping them… She left around eight or nine o'clock and Barral sent Janine to bed. Time passed, the night was really a dark one. The young kid did not want to sleep and the whole house was silent.
Then the noise of a car. Janine heard that Barral was locking her in… Quickly she put on her nightdress and by the balcony went into Barral's room and from there into the attic.
The lit oil-lamps were giving a strange enhancement to the room and to the things in it. Janine shivered, but she struggled against her fears and went hide herself in the little closet. She put on her slippers, waiting for the mice… Her heart was beating like a drum.
She heard the car stop, then hoarse voices, some sighs, and cries, then footsteps in the corridor. Through the violently opened door came Barral, dressed in a dark brown frocks then two peasants in Sunday cloths, with a white carnation at their buttonhole around forty, the red complexion of good-living people, holding a young bride, all in white, that was struggling against them. But Janine soon saw that she was tipsy and that she could not really defend herself.
“No, No, I do not want it… NO… Are you out of your mind? NO…”
Behind them came a fat and red-faced monk. Barral locked the door.
The men pulled the girl along one of the pillars, standing up, Barral took a supple stick and came in front of hers: she looked at him frightened, the monk came closer and told her:
“Now, now, my child… You will have to become more obedient… Your husband, completely loaded, proved himself quite unable to fulfill the duties that he had to fulfill, and also showed that he did not deserve you, as he is now completely asleep. You had, yourself, by your, let us say, original behaviour, some attitudes that are not to be taken or accepted by he who admits you amongst the pure and holy young brides. Thus you will have to repent and confess completely. My friend here, accepted to replace your absent husband, and transform you into a real woman… You must now accept that he does what he has to do with all the experience and refinement that are required…”
“But, first of all, come here, and confess all your sins…”
He moved his stool closer to her and sat down.
The young bride was looking at him, in complete amazement. He drew her close to her, but she struggled against him, “No… Not here, No, I do not want to, not in front of them.”
The monk got up, took a supple stick, and told her: “If, within thirty seconds you are not here, kneeling, prosternated, I will be sorry to have to chastise you as you deserve it on your bare buttocks.”
The bride looked at all the men, one by one, around her. She remained silent and put her bands on her white dress. She shook her head in refusal. At a given signal, two men got hold of her hands and lifted her dress, from behind higher that the belt… She had a relatively plump behind, that was molded in a pair of white silk panties. Barral hurried to roll the pants down her thighs. She was wearing white silk stockings.
The monk raised his hand, and with a cutting noise, the stick landed on the rotund globes, five times in a row, leaving big red marks on the soft flesh. At each blow the bride's body was twisting under the pain, and she was hollering like an injured animal… After the fifth strokes, the monk stopped and said: “Now Suzanne, are you consenting, or must I go on with the punishment?”
“Ah… No, please do not hurt me anymore, I hurt too much, leave me alone…”
“I ask you to answer my question, are you ready to confess your sins?”
From the tip of the stick he caressed the bare flesh, she shivered.
“Yes, yes… enough, do not hurt me any more…”
The monk gave Barral a sign, he put the mater al of he dress in the belt of the skirt revealing the strong behind with its twin pulpy globes, separated by a deep slit… The fleshy thighs were emerging from the lilly white dress, their pink shades contrasted against the immaculate material of the bridal attire. They placed the bride in front of a stool, bending forwards, and tied her hands with lashes.
Barral stood by her side, his stick in hand, and the monk sat behind the young woman facing the bare round buttocks.
Then, while he was touching with his hands the bare flesh, contracted and trying to avoid the shameful palpation, he confessed her, making her admit little by little all the menial sins, and insisting exceptionally on the sexual caresses that she had either received or given. resist, and move away… But then Barral, was striking with all his forces with the stick, and uttering a rubbing the sensitive flesh of the anus or the sex, through the thick mass of public hair, she tried to between her buttocks, or in the joint of her thighs, Sometimes, under a more precise caress, insinuating hoarse moan, the girl stopped resisting. Then the monk said:
“For you penitence, my child, you will offer the sacrifice of your modesty, and then later, you will receive on your colossal ass, the punishment that it amply deserves. After, and only after, will you be authorized to be purified by us all…”
He got up and they freed the girl. She got up blushing under the shame and also tipsy she took a look at them… They were all holding a whip in one hand.
The monk ordered: take your dress off.
She looked at him… Unconscious, motionless. A cry. Barral had just stoked the bare behind. She moved away, and backed to a pillar… gaping with anxiety… They raised their whips: “No… No… not that, I will do whatever you want me to do…”
And, breathing heavily, she unhooked the front of her dress, let it slide, revealing the round shoulders, the muscled arms, the rather thick legs… She remained with only a short white linen blouse, all embroidered, and so transparent that one could see the brown flowers of her teats…
“Lift your shirt and show your belly…”
She looked at the monk, hopeless, two more blows reached her amidst her thighs, then crying, she took the material between her fingers, and lifted it up… The men could see the velvety pubis, thick fur of ebony black hair…
“Higher…”
Facing the raised sticks, the girl lifted her shirt higher, and they could all contemplate the round belly, the deep navel, they left her in that posture for a long time, and then the monk ordered: “Take it off…”
A stick whistled in the air. The bride shivered, and her shirt hell around her ankles. She was then completely naked excepted her white stockings, her white gloves, up to the forearm, and her white veil… Rare vision, and voluptuously they contemplated her. She was expecting the end of her torture, her eyes closed… But the men were concentrating their attention upon the two slightly sagging bosom, but so voluminous that it was just a mass of lubric and alluring flesh…
The monk looked at Barral that showed him the ropes hanging from the ceiling. They came to the girl, and before she could only react, they fastened her wrists in two leather bracelets. She was then like a pink Y hanging from the ceiling… Her breasts, propped up by the pose, were even more suggestive.
They came to her.
“No… No, please let me go… I refuse NO… Aaah.”
She could not help crying under the odious caress of the hands on her breasts, on her buttocks, on her cunt… They were sucking at her nipples and caressing her between her legs… She was shivering, and trembling, and trying to free herself from the ropes that were holding her prisoner… But in vain. She kicked he monk with one foot, he came by her and gave her a couple of severe blows, then he put her ankles in two other leather bracelets that were tied to the ground. Now she was like a capital X, and she was completely open, offered to the desires of her tormentors.
“Ah… You are like a wild horse eh? Your breasts are sensitive? I am going to harden that flesh then…”
They both came, Barral and the monk, and took a breasts in one hand. A continuous lament came in the room, that had Janine shivering in her closet… The woman was twisting in the ropes that were maintaining her and the men were pressing her teats in their hard and nervous hands. They shook them, pulled at the ends, pressed the globes, lifted the whole globe by the nipple… The pain must have been insufferable to judge from her cries… The tortured flesh was lapped, whipped, pinched, squeezed… She was panting they stopped and looked at her shivering body.
“Now little girl… Is one getting wiser? Now you are ready to receive the caress that will transform you horrible teats into real breasts…”
Barral took a cat o'nine tails… The monk sat by the two country men, completely loaded and not realizing what was happening… Barral then raises his arm, and methodically starts an intense fustigation of the mammals… The young bride tries to escape, but in vain… One can see the muscles shiver under the contraction at each blow…
The lashes are encircling the globes either from the bottom to the top or vice versa… the flesh shivers and undulates under the blows… Barral feels that he his reaching the limit that he cannot pass without it being dangerous for the girl… He stops and comes by the girl… He takes one of the brown, and erected nipples between his lips, but then turns to his friends:
“Those ain't big enough yet…”
We will have to elongate the things… replies the monk.
“Very well,” says Barral and he takes a pair of tweezers, the old type used for laundry and he attaches them to the nipples… The woman hollers under the squeezing of her delicate flesh. In vain, they are all admiring the show of that woman with her breasts stretched by the action of the tweezers…
Barral fields a sadistic pleasure in pulling at the wooden things, and stretching the solidly maintained nipples to make the treatment more painful… The woman is moaning her temples are painful under the blood pressure suddenly increased by the pain in her breasts… Barral takes the tweezers away an watches the color come back to the painful extremities.
“Those aren't really long enough,” says the monk who knows Barral's passion.
“I know a way…” replies Barral… He takes two thin ropes ending with a loop, quickly he encircles the nipples, and then, squeezing the flesh by pulling at the rope, he tightens his grip on the teats… Holding the ropes he pulls slowly… The breasts are stretched monstrously, the girl looks, in complete horror, her distended bosom that elongates more and more… Now the breasts are nearly completely horizontal, held by the tips… As Barral pulls harder, the pain gets more violent, and one cries, twisting her tortured torso… But Barral now turns the ropes and the breasts are undulating under the action of his hands, like two puppets at his orders.
But now the girl is hollering and after two more violent shakes, Barral leaves the breasts, and unhooks the two ropes, deeply incrusted in her teats… He sucks at the breasts for a long time, while his hands are caressing the girl's sex, and deeper between her legs… She quivers… His finger had just touched her virginity… He does not insiste but keeps sucking at the teats, and looks at them.
“But those ain't got no holes in them… I will have to do that right now, or you could not feed your coming sons…”
Horrified she sees him take the needles…
Then one by one, Barral takes the needles ending with an artificial pearl, and he sticks them in the woman's nipples, not deeper than a couple of millimeters… The pain is not too violent for the woman, after all the other tortures that the breast have undergone… But she keeps her eyes closed and sighs slowly… There are already twelve needles in the right nipple… Barral now comes to the other one… There is hardly a drop of blood… He is doubtlessly an expert…
Moving backwards, Barral contemplates his work, and says to the monk… Now it is your turn to inflict to that young child the last chastisement that she deserves… And he gives him the cat o'nine tails… Then raising his arm high over his head, the monk gives the bottom a hard fustigation and soon enough the result comes… She undulates in the most suggestive way. But Barral gets up, and gets a mirror that he places, slightly sideways, under the bridges legs. They can all contemplate then her most intimate parts offered and distended by the pose that she is obliged to endure… Pretty virgin's slit with the pink lips shaded by the public hair, slightly parting in the middle of her buttocks.
And while the whip caresses the bottom, reddening under the correction, the little mouth seems to open and implore in the language of virgin cunts, some mercy from her tormentors…
Little by little, the girl moans and cries, and at last hollers… But she resists quite well because it is not the first time that her buttocks are being chastised on that way but among the people present that day, the monk would be the only admitted to speak about it… and let us not be indiscreet…
The monk strikes across her buttocks, bringing the blood right under the skin.. The flesh is squeezed with a flat sound… The lashes whizz, and the lamps strangely enhance the massive and rotund bottom undulating under the whip.
In the mirror, the sex keeps its mute conversation… Its twisted mouth opening and closing convulsively…
The girl sighs, and the whip cracks on her tense skin… The ropes are squeaking, or maybe the wood of the timber supporting the girls tormented body…
But the monk realizes that the blood is going to come out of the hurt flesh… He stops tormenting the bottom, and in the sudden silence of the room are heard only the heavy breathing of the men, and the continuous moan of the hanging girl…
Barral, one by one, removes the needles from her breasts, he could not tell whether she expresses pleasure or merely gratitude when she looks at him. He caresses the palpitating breasts, and kisses the consenting mouth.
The monk separates them…
“Not yet my son… first, she sinner must confess all her sins, and repent. And Barral sees him take a long a supple rod and place himself behind the girl. He speaks to her:
“How many times did you touch your slit with your fingers?”
The young bride, taken aback, does not answer, but already the rod cracks on her flesh, between her legs, on the exacerbated pubis… The rest of the stick insinuates between the lips of the cunt… Another cry, another convulsion, and the flesh puppet moves in its ties…
“Then?” repeats the monk.
The girl is still hesitating, but the rod lands again between her legs.
“Enough… enough… I… well often.”
“Well, and this week?”
She hesitates, and then feels the stick insinuating between her legs… “Once…”
“When?”
“The day before yesterday…”
“Who else touched your sex?”
“No… nobody…”
“Liar… and once again the stick whistles in the air before crashing between the girl's legs, on the dampened pussy…”
“Yes, yes… other people…”
The stick caresses the cunt, softly… She capitulates… “Who?”
“You, and then the schoolteacher…”
“And a guy from the town, from last year… and my fiance…”
“And?”
“And some girls… On Sunday and?”
“That is all…”
“Liar!”
Once again the rod…
“Enough, Ooooh… enough, I will tell you everything…”
The monk tops hurting her… “Then?” '
“My future father in law…”
“Ah, now you admit it, little vicious… And in your ass? What nozzles did penetrate?”
He slaps the cunt, and in the mirror, Barral can see the rod that goes between the lips of her intimate mouth…
“Yes… I took some enema…”
“And big fat pricks too?”
She hesitates and the monk hurts her more violently… “Aouch… Yes… yes… my father in law…”
“Often?”
“More than once… and…”
“And?”
“And the schoolmaster… Twice.”
“And? is that really all?”
“Yes, I swear it… I swear…”
The young bride let her head drop on her chest… all her muscles aching under her weight.
“You bitch… hollered the monk… And you dared to refuse to me…”
He takes the cat o'nine tails, and with all his forces, hits her between her legs… They are watching the horrible flagellation of her intimates… The lashes are covering the fleshy and pulpy surface, freeing the flesh that reddens, and covering it again the next minute… As a puppet, the body twists in the ropes, and the girl hollers her pain her eyes wide open… The tip of the lashes crashes on her cunt, on her belly, and the monk hits with all his strength, furious to have been deprived and frustrated from that pleasure, to the benefit of a mere peasant…
At last, after a couple of more violent blows that left the girl motionless, he stopped.
The bride is unfastened, she is put on her back, on he bench, gaping, her thighs are lifted up her knees touching her belly, her thighs apart, and they all come to see that tortured flesh, and check her virginity… put a couple of ardent kisses on the burning cunt… Barral sucks at her more deeply, faster, and it gives her a strange sensation she cannot restrain a sigh of pleasure… Then he goes on, and little by little the spasm comes in the bride's belly… She gives herself up… abandons all resistance… Her belly moves, undulates… She contracts between the hands of the men that are holding her and finally, in a number of strange cries, she comes violently…
The men get naked, and Janine, through the disjointed panels can see the erected members, of different sizes… One by one, the bride, bending forwards, her legs apart must take in her mouth the flesh of the men… Suck at palpitating pricks… While the others are caressing either her burning ass, or the love button of her cunt.
The monk is the only one to let his sperm splurt in her throat, while he presses her sagging breasts… heavy under her chest.
Finally, they pulled her to one of the pillars where she was tied, hands on the ground maintained by two leather bracelets, her legs are attached similarly, by two leather bracelets and taken apart by a rope. The mirror is placed under her, she is at above 20 inches from the floor, and she is revealing under the lights of two oil lamps, her large distended bottom, and the slit of the sex.
Barral, his prick in full erection, stands behind her… His hands separate more completely the two globes of her buttocks, the head of his tool, reddened by the effort, is posed against the pucked mouth of her ass, opening the narrow passage. Barral breathes heavily the muscles of his thighs are bulging, contracted-Then he pushes violently with a hoarse cry… Another savage cry comes in the attic. The girl, her anus distended, feels the man's balls against her cunt, and the hairy belly glued to her ass… In her, the tool penetrated with one single thrust…
Nothing is heard but the gaping breath of the young bride, trying to recover her mind after that odious rape. Barral caresses her sides… Then he slowly moves his damp and hard flesh in her warm belly… The others, bending forward, are looking at the movement of the fleshy pole going in an out of her ass… Barral feels the contraction of the muscled little mouth around his tool… And once again Sodom is the master of pleasure… Barral frantically moves his prick… He feels pleasure come while bruising the warm intimity of the girl. She is gaping, and Barral feels his pleasure coming… he moderates his pace, and moves out of her… Then he digs into her again, in a brutal rape that has the girl panting and crying with pain again… She is crying and tears are rolling from her closed eyes… The prick, like a piston, goes in and out of the tender sheath deeper at each move. Once again, the sperm comes to the prick, and this time, Barral does not try to prevent its coming, and he let his burning sap splurt in her, while his fingers are dug in the flesh of her buttocks…
He moves out of her warm and slimy entrails. One of the countrymen is already there his short and erected prick in his hand… He aims at the sperm soiled ass-hole, and with one move of his powerful loins, he sodomizes the young girl, pitilessly and not even hearing her cries.
Barral goes to the monk, and together they discuss about the obscene fornication of the couple in front of them.
“Congratulations father, this is really quite a girl… How did things go at the wedding?”
“Well, everything went O.K. I was sitting right next to the newlywed, and after giving them too much wine, I succeeded in adding some sleeping powder to the husband's meal… When he fell asleep, they were both carried to their place, and then I told her, that one of my benefactors had participated in buying her trousseau, and that she had to come to thank him… She came, quite unconsciously, and in the car she ate an aphrodisias that was contained in a candy… It does not seem to have been too efficient, but… too bad.”
“I hope that you like it all the same?”
“One would really have to be too exiging… specially when you consider that when those bastards will have taken their pleasure out of her, I will take virginity…”
The monk laughed…
“Later, we will try to bring her here again under some other pretense…”
“Are you sure of the silence of the guys?”
“Oh yes, quite sure, they often come to the recto-rate to play with my maid, without their wives knowing it… I have them at my entire disposal…”
“And what about the husband… If he wakes up?”
“No danger… It was a good dose… Tomorrow, when he will wake up, he will think that he fucked his sweet wife all night long…”
“But her… What if she complaints?…”
“She would not dare, it would be too shameful for her to say that she accepted to leave him on such an evening…”
Their conversation was interrupted by the continuous lament of the young bride, that was being ass-fucked by another peasant… “Come, let's watch that…” said he monk.
He walked to the mirror with Barral, and they contemplated the heavy and thick prick that the bride's belly was swallowing… The hose was completely distended under the size of the dart… Under the vacillating light of the oil-lamps, the tableau had a strange deeply lubric allure… The girl was moaning sustained by the plougher's powerful hands, but it was nearly an inert flesh that he was dominating… The belly was slapping against her ass, and one could hear the damp noise of the piston sliding in and out of the painfully distended sheath…
Soon the man sighed and stopped. The silence impressed the men, excited by that savage possession. The man disimpaled the girl, and she had to be held… Then she was placed on her back, on the bench.
The monk came by.
“Let me go… Leave me alone, I hurt too much… No more…”
“Hush little girl… Now you will be rewarded, you will become a complete woman…”
Two men were already holding her arms as if she was crucified… And her breasts, reddened by the cat o nine tails, are pointing arrogantly on her chest. Barral takes the girl's knees, he folds the legs till the knees touch the belly, and then he takes the legs apart… He contemplates that pink virgin cunt, around which the blows left some tiny red marks…
He bends down, his erected prick is posed against the slit, the head slides between the thick lips, and stops against the closed hymen. Without pushing Barral caresses the flesh, softly, and for a long time… The girl, exhausted does not react, she stays there, her eyes closed, mouth agape… She sighs deeply, and little by little the sighs change of tone… Barral guesses that the intense excitation given by the flagellation of her sensitive flesh is bringing the girl a little of voluptuousness… Barral feels his prick get harder and harder, then he pushes slowly his prick, while turning in direction in the cunt… The hymen is tenses, distended and suddenly opens, the raped girl utters a pitiful cry and tries to escape from the male's embrace, in vain. The other men are nailing her to the bench, and inexorably the prick goes deeper, and deeper in her cunt and only stops when it reaches the bottom of the vagina.
Barral rests a little, slowly caressing the bride's breasts, she looks like a wound bird, in her white veil… Then slowly he fucks her, his teeth clenched, his eyes closed.
They are all looking at the love act… The prick is going in and out from the cunt, covered with blood, but also with the girl's come juices…
Barral is now glued to her, bites at her half opened lips, slides his tongue in her mouth and aspires her warm breath… and with powerful movements of his loins he digs his prick in the burning cunt.
The wide open eyes of the woman are now reflecting a strange impression, they widen and Barral thinks that it is desire. He aspires the tongue that does not refuse the kiss… He feels the white-silk stockings against his sides, he guesses that after all that display of intense voluptuousness, he will be the first to really create pleasure in that body, her first womanly pleasure… He wants her all and completely. After the brutal possession comes the most refined caresses… He does not move completely out of her, so that her bruised flesh would not suffer more from that contact. His prick is now deeply in her cunt, and he fucks with all his strength… He is completely in her… And what could not be avoided happens… She gives herself completely. He orders the men to free her arms, and she grabs him by the neck, encircle his shoulders, her body arched, her belly tensed, glued to the man's belly, and the orgasme comes. Half conscious, she bites Barrral's lips… Then mad with pleasure she hollers her joy and let her arms fall from each side of the bench while the man lets the sperm go in her, in hot long splurts…
Barral takes a look at his guests, gets up and removes his softened and soggy prick out of the vagina. Already another man covers the girl with his body. She tries to scratch his face bit she is maintained by the others, and the peasant stops her cries under his thick lips… He fucks her with all the power of his short but thick phallus tearing a little bit more, the painful passage… He breathes heavily, he rattles, and the girl, unable to defend herself, must let the gunk overflow her cunt.
Another cry, her eyes wide open and contemplating the huge tool coming between her thighs, and the third peasant is fucking her too… he is in her, and moves slowly, in spite of her disgust he feels pleasure coming and she gives herself to that male. But he is selfish, and he comes before she could be satisfied, once again the hot and greasy substance is in her… He moves out, leaving her disappointed.
She remains there, members ajar, thighs open, from her sex, sperm is drooling… mixed with blood.
But he gets excited again… The others, exhausted by their libations, are yawning on their chairs, their big hands resting on their knees… Barral takes the girl to the bench, lies on his back, and obliges her to straddle him. He forces her to impale on his prick… One little cry, and the girl is glued to him… He gives the monk a signal… the latter, understanding what he is expected to do, straddles Barral thighs, and also the bench, and aims at the offered ass-hole. One more sigh, and the girl feels the monk's belly glued to her ass.
Under the double penetration she sighs softly… But this time it is from pleasure, and the monstrous coit happens… The flesh shivers… The hands palpate, caress… either the breasts or the belly… Moans of the girl, almost immediately stopped by Barral's mouth… And under the yellow light of the oil lamps, comes the love song of the oversatisfied woman…
The three dobies remained motionless, crumpled over each other… Then the monk moves out of the ass… The girl gets up, and the flattened prick falls softly on Barral's balls. Barral gets up and caresses the warm and still hurting breasts.
The girl smiles and her marked eyes are a testimony of the violence of the assaults that she just endured… She wants to go, and wash, but Barral holds her…
“No… Not now… not yet, you are my life, and you are going to keep my seed in you… and he kisses her.”
He obliges her to dress again… And again she becomes the young bride that she was a few hours earlier. Before she puts her panties on, they asked her to take some provocative poses… Displaying her cunt and her ass… Her legs propped up… Then at last, all of them being dressed again, they go down.
Janine, behind them, goes back to her room… Her finger slippery with her own come juice from the many masturbations that she did in front of all those exciting postures…
Monique was listening passionately to that account. She abandons her exacerbated body to Janine's lips, and three times in a row, she comes furiously under the child's caress.
They were late for dinner… They took a date for the next day, in their little love nest after the bath…