Monique stretched on her bed and got up… Her whole body was covered by a film of sweat. She poured herself some water, lukewarm she thought… She swallowed it with small gulps… She gave a look at the still silent park, but through the blades of the Venetian blinds no cool breeze was coming… She sat in a deep armchair, thighs wide apart, propped up against the arms of the chair… In the mirror facing her she contemplated her lubrically offered intimacy: the damp pink mouth deep in the fair hair, the thick lips, with the vagina slightly opened in their middle.
She inclined her head and yawned, and, with her eyes closed, went back in her memories while her fingers were lingeringly fondling her belly and the satin like skin of the inside of her thighs.
Life went as usual at Mrs. Merval, pleasantly with its equal share of lectures, of voluptuous nights, of perverse contacts, there was not one of the childish faces of her class (and often of the others…) that had not given the best caresses between her widely opened thighs. Claudie once called for her, and after a passionate night made her holler her pleasure by introducing in her ass bigger and bigger nozzles, after copiously whipping the consenting buttocks, with the sticks and the leather whip.
At the break of dawn, Monique returned to her room completely exhausted. The next day the pension's seamstress took her measures and made some dresses for her. Sometimes after she received from Claudie a box containing some lingerie, stocking and shoes, with a little note attached to it: “Meet me at my place tonight, nine p.m.”
Anxious and impatient at the same time, Monique thought that the day would never end.
The same evening she put on the clothes that were in the bow. The mirror sent her the image of a sultry Monique, her shapely legs emphasized by the black silk stockings with very high heel shoes that accentuated the curve of her legs. Her thighs emerging from a pleated velvet skirt that opened right under the buttocks and looked like a lamp-shade. Her belly and her majestuous bottom were naked under it. A velvet bodice with long and puffed sleeves, of the same color than the skirt, was covering her torso… slit from the neck to the belt where a string of stones (faked of course) was accentuating the slim waist and round hips. The opening in the bodice allowed a good eyeing of the young girl's charms. One could see the deep valley that separated her breasts and their round and firm base. On her head a little black velvet cap lined with white swan feathers was posed over her fair and silky curls.
Monique put a little velvet mask over her eyes, and, apprehending what would come later took the corridor that led to Mrs. Merval apartments.
She welcomed Monique silently and introduced her in the lounge only dimly lit by one lamp in a corner. Monique was astounded… In front of her, three men were sitting on the sofa, and one of them was wearing a monk's frock. They all wore masks. Gallantly they raised and bowed in front of her. Claudie pushed her toward them. Anxious, Monique gave Claudie a long enquiring look… Claudie was dressed in a black transparent neglige that daringly revealed her naked and muscled body… and her black silk dressed legs. Claudie showed Monique the little table where the liquors were stored. She poured a glass for each of the guests and presented it on a gold tray. She sat in front of them, on a little stool, her thighs closed tight together. Because of the low level where she was sitting she had her knees at the same level as her breasts and her thighs, and a little bit of the flesh of her sex were widely displayed. She lowered her eyes, a little bit ashmade, but she could feel desire coming in her veins.
Claudie came to her in the purr of her lace, she was walking in a cloud of scent… She opened a little case and handle it to Monique:
“Look darling what our friends were nice enough to bring for you…
Monique looked into the little box and stood motionless, her eyes could not leave the things in the box. On a velvet tray were exposed a little whip with thin lashes, alstick, and three nozzles with different heads, made out of a pink and hard kind of rubber.
A voluptuous emotion crept into Monique's body. She blushed intently under the emotion Claudie was already by her side, unbuttoning the bodice and taking one of Monique's breasts in her hand. When the voluminous globe appeared, a murmur of admiration from the guests saluted its apparition. Soon after the other breasts was unveiled with its erected nipple. Monique was pushed towards the men and had to place herself in front of them. Immediately they kissed the teats and appreciated the volume and consistence embrace, mouth to mouth, while her hands were lifting the little skirt up and that the pleasure of Monique was increased by the sensation given by the hands of the three men on her thighs, on her buttocks, the fingers trying to insinuate between the plump globes.
She hardly reacted when she left the fingers, between her thighs, brushing past her cunt already damp from her own juices, and stopped at the little pucked and curled ass-hose. She was drinking Claudie's perverted kiss, aspiring her lascivious tongue… She felt that Claudie tried to unhook completely her bodice and resisted. Claudie did not insist, but she bent her lower, and that movement accentuated the large curves of her splendid bottom… The three men were admiring the sight offered by that display of with flesh encircled by black velvet, those thighs whose white flesh was emerging from the black silk stockings, held by little garters made of black leather.
Out of the little triangle at the crossroad of the buttocks, a little bit of the flesh of the sex appeared surrounded by a few pale curls.
Claudie whispered in the ear of the young girl:
“Open your legs…
Monique shook head and refused…
“Open your legs,” repeated Claudie on another tone of voice. “Open… Or I will have to spank you…”
A deep emotion came in Monique's body when she heard that word “spanking” there was a great share of desire in her negation… She was already feeling the contact of the lashes on her flesh. Claudie, bending over her, in front of her, was holding her bent, her wrists maintained on the stool. With a light wheezzz the lashes were crashing on her bottom, and Monique could not withhold a cry of surprise more than pain. She turned over and saw the monk standing up behind her, he was holding a whip in his hand. She lowered her head, ashamed, but another blow landed across her buttocks harder, drier… and another while her bottom was slowly undulating, another blow came and made her feel warm all over… Then, solidly standing on his legs opened to assure a steadier posture, the monk started a long flogging against the young girl… His frock was open, and sometimes his prick passed out of the opening… He had made flogging an art, each stroke was covering the whole surface of the bottom after a few blows, the buttocks were burning and turning a deep pink… of the bottom, after a few blows, the buttocks were burning and turning a deep pink… an intense heat was insinuating between the tightly closed legs and coming in Monique's sex. “Open…” ordered the monk at each blow… But Monique was resisting, half by shame and half by pleasure, because she enjoyed the humiliating posture… But the man was whipping harder and an intent pain came in Monique's body… Dim at first it became more precise and unbearable… Her body wriggled, weakly the more and more violently… The bottom was dancing in front of the men's eyes and they started undressing… Rape was in their eyes… They displayed in front of Claudie the sight of their exacerbated virilities…
The blows were falling at a more rapid pace… The monk, on sideways, was aiming at the point where the thighs and the buttocks joint… The tip of the lashes crashed in the middle of the triangle of flesh and delicate hair…
Just a few more blows and the pain that, irradiated Monique's body became unbearable. She could feel like needles going in her skin… Sometimes a lash would insinuate between the curled lips of her cunt and would stroke the damp flesh where it was the most sensitive… Monique was turning her bottom in all directions trying to espace the torture… She was drawing lubric arabesques in the air… She refused to obey though, she did not know why, but she was feeling like the beginning of a strange spasm… The coming pleasure made blood run faster in her veins, it was beating wildly at her temples… She gnashed her teeth… Her crispated fingers rasped on the velvet of the stool… Claudie guessed that voluptuousness was coming closer… She gave the monk a signal and he accelerated the rhythm… He aimed particularly at the joint between the thighs and the buttocks. It was like a fast beat on the sex and under that rough but how exciting caress Monique opened and closed her thighs rapidly, her bottom and her cunt protruding…
But everytime that the sex appeared the lashes caressed it deeply and irradiated an even more intense pain in her whole body.
Bending over that bottom, monstrous with lubricity, the men were watching that kind of masturbation, waiting for the imminent spasm. It soon came, while Monique, her head dug between Claudie's breasts, was sobbing, hiccuping, gasping half suffering, half sunk in pleasure… Then her whole body had a spasm… She bent on her knees, her legs shivered, four times the bottom came to meet the lashes that four times crashed vigorously on her sex, from behind… Then the whole body tumbled down, kneeling at Claudie's feet while Monique's throat uttered a long inarticulated moan…
They let the young girl recover consciousness while Claudie was slowly undressing her, they offered her a glass of liquor and she drank it, she felt better.
Monique naked, with only her stockings, her shoes, and her little cap, was standing in front of the men, letting them admire her perfect body…
Caresses of the hands, suckings at her breasts… everything happened as in a dream. Her hands along her body felt huge and warm phalluses against her thighs. She grabbed between her fingers the hardened flesh… She caressed the long and shivering tools whose size was scaring her when she regained all her spirits.
But Claudie was reassuring her, while softly biting at her little ears, and at the nape of her neck:
“All that is for you darling… In a little while, all that will be in your guts for you alone… For you to be happy…
And Monique excited by the suction on her breasts, she indulged in masturbating the erected rods.
Soon they turned her over on the couch. The monk, kneeling between her thighs put his mouth on her sex and a slow and delicate sucking soon had Monique sighing deeply. Two other mouths were on her large breasts, the bands were running on her flat belly, on her hips, on her waist. Claudie squatted above her. She felt the damp sex over her face, put her lips on that gaping mouth, aspired the erected clitoris and abandoned herself, unconscious of what happening around her… She sucked, licked, worshipped her friend's cunt with an increasing fervour… Her hands were slowly caressing the shivering rods that trembled under her fingers, and suddenly the orgasm came as violent for Monique as for Claudie… The two bodies, intoxicated with voluptuousness, tumbled over each other… and then came the rattle, and Monique's burning breath that achieved to plunge Claudie into an abyss of pleasure…
Monique quite exhausted soon recovered all her spirits under the men's caresses… She found herself kneeling by the side of the sofa, her bottom's up, offering the sight of her sex and of her anus to the perverted looks of the males… Resting on her elbows she was looking at the little box that Claudie was holding in front of her, and stared at the three dildos, shining with Vaseline.
“Which one first, my darling?…” Still dizzy from all the pleasures she had just, experienced, Monique showed the smallest. However it was approximately of the size of a normal phallus, but the head was not as big as in real life, and more olive shaped. Monique guessed that the monk was kneeling behind her and that the others were staring at the displayed flesh. She felt the contact of the olive on her pucked little mouth, and the anus contracting in spite of her desire for penetration… And immediately the rod was absorbed and disappeared completely in her, up to where the man's fingers were holding it. She felt it in her and a strangely sweet sensation filled her mots intimate parts. She was excited by that forcing tool, being in her, and she could not help imagining her opened flesh with the extremity pointing out of it.
Claudie's hand was already grabbing the second instrument. This one was bigger, and its head was rounder, as a little hernia in its middle, it disappeared from Monique's sight and she did not even realize that the other one was removed from her slimy insides.
A sigh, a tension from all her being…
“No… no… I cannot, It is too big…”
It seemed to her as if her anus was endlessly distending, and that the flesh of her belly was getting tighter and tighter… “No… no…” she succeeded in articulating that little word but it was already too late and she could feel the man's finger against her skin… The whole tool was in her. She felt the warm breeze exhaled by the mouths, close to her buttocks, and imagined the men contemplating the monstrous and voluptuous impaling. She hid her base in her hands and tried to conceal her ashamed face… She was moaning and undulating under the traction or thrusting of the man's hands on the instrument.
They were all admiring the narrow mouth swallowing the hard pole, sticking to its contours…
Monique did not see Claudie taking the other one in hand… It was at least seventeen inches long, and three inches wide… The only slightly compressible part was the end, made of some chemically treated rubber. It was four inches long, and offered a protuberance in its middle, it ended in a round bubble. A blue velvet handle was the other extremity of that monstrous tool.
And already the other tool was removed from her anus with a sucking noise.
Monique realized that her arms and knees were held by two pairs of arms… The monk stood up, and holding the tool with bot hands put its head on her orifice, already prepared by the former intromissions. Then he looked at the two men, and at Claudie silent, and slowly he pushed…
Monique opened her mouth, but the cry remained in her throat. Her eyes, widened with pain, were reflecting the fear that was holding her. It seemed to Monique that something incredibly big was edging its way in her. That her thighs were monstrously taken apart, that she was ripped in two… An horrible suffering came in her… Her jaws trembled, then a hoarse cry came out of her throat, while with a sudden move, she tried desperately to free herself from the brutal possession. Her body, oscillating from one side to another tried to escape to the monstrous rod.
In vain, the monk, crispated, was pushing the instrument in her with all his strength… The head was slowly entering her, forcing the muscled mouth…
He stopped his efforts and dropped the engine…
They could all admire the lubric sight of that stake, planted in her, and its end, still out, propped out of the distended bottom.
Shaken with nervous spasms, Monique was sighing softly, feeling that ball, between her buttocks, that seemed anchored in her, enormous.
But the monk took the handle again, and softly, inexorably, slowly, was pushing the dildo, and helping its penetration up to the protuberance… Another effort, and the distended phallus seemed to suck the phallus, and as a ghoul swallowed it, and allowed the gigantic thing to slide in up to the velvet handle.
The monk dropped the handle, and they all stared at the monstrous dilatation of her ass hole. Her bottom was shaken by nervous spasms, and the whole body shivering. One could not see anymore the pucked lips of her little hole, and it seemed that the body had aspired the lips in some fantastic aspiration. What was left out was vibrating under the pressure running and beating in Monique's veins.
The room was very silent, centered on that tortured bottom. They caressed the exhausted woman, calming her nerves, appeasing her trembling body… But the men were trying to evaluate where in her body the end of the instrument was lying.
Little by little the pain eased away… And after a little while, Monique had just the impression of having her ass-hole distended by a gigantic lollypop.
When the monk grabbed the handle and started to pull the tool out of her, she hardly react… The man stop when the protuberance reached the edges of her hole, and again he thrusted the thing in her without her indicating any pain… They were all looking at the monstrous sodomization, and from the narrow mouth came a sucking noise that exacerbated the men's virility…
Little by little, and being very careful to stay in the axis of her belly, the monk accelerated the pace and assfucked the girl faster and faster. The supplened muscles offered no resistance now, but the man avoided to drive the tool completely out. When he was pulling the tool out, the lips were showing and surrounding the contours of the dildo it gave the illusion of some supernatural mastication… The monk was getting excited and he accelerated his pace. The sight was unique of that huge pole being swallowed by that intimate mouth…
But deep in Monique's body, an unknown sensation was coming deeper and deeper… That caress near her sex, that beating in her flesh, that involuntary sucking of her ass-hole on the pole, all that contributed in giving a new, and voluptuously intense excitation in the young girl's body. Erotic images were flashing through her mind, she thought that she was a wild mare being raped by some monstrous organ. She was exciting herself, and little by little was offering her bottom to the phallus penetrating her vigorously. She was not hurt, she wanted that embrace, and she did not reproach them that horrible rape.
She gave herself completely, closing her eyes, savoring the pleasure that was coming deep in her, and soon, she moaned, she gaped like under the caress of Claudie's lips. Her thighs, now free from the men's hands, were opening wider and wider, she offered herself to Sodom, and her sighs became rattles… Sometimes she uttered sweet words, strange lovecalls, she could not see… Her eyes were burred by a voluptuous haze.
She was possessed by a strange frenzy. She agitated herself so that the rubbing and sucking of her flesh against the dildo became more intense. Her ass-hole her ass-hole was eating the dildo that disappeared completely and reappeared in an increasing sucking noise. The monk accelerated the movement of the fake phallus in her body… He could feel the repercussions of the intense contractions of her insides on that hard material. Then came long cries of pleasure, the last convulsions of the orgasm, and with a last cry the broken body crumpled over the sofa, the phallus dug up to the handle in her ass.
They removed the stake so that she would not hurt herself, and left her alone a little while to allow her to rest. But soon after she had again to kneel down… She could feel flesh beating between her buttocks. A prick touched her ass. Another sigh and the monk's tool penetrated completely in her. She felt the burning belly on her buttocks, the testicles were glued to her cunt… She could not do anything under that new assault, but abandon herself completely to the man who was abusing her with rage. She felt the burning sperm in her guts and the weight of the man, lying on her back. She did not reach her pleasure, he had been too fast. But already another was taking his place, thinner but harder rod beating in her belly… She was trying to find the satisfaction, crispating her whole being on the hard flesh that was ramming in her insides… But once again he let loose before she could come.
“Enough… Oooh… Enough, no more… Not that…”
In vain… The third was plunging a short but thick prick in her hurting ass-hole, and with rapid stokes was sodomizing the exhausted young girl… But he was stronger, and by a long embrace succeeded in bringing the young girl to the final and delightful spasm… She gave herself to him by the ass. Following his pace… And, when he spat in her his burning sperm, she contracted, avidly pumping the delightful sap, and she fell, gaping, over the sofa.
Caressing her, they brought her back, but Claudie made a sign, and they dressed and left. Shortly afterwards, Monique being alone with Claudie, was caressed and soon forgot all the pain of the monstrous rapes she had just gone through…