Monique had a very agitated night. She dreamt of dragons, of sardonically smiling Buddhas, and she woke more than once.
The cool air of the morning appeased her nerves. She came to the conclusion that she had lost the habit of being whipped and chastised, and some painful spot on her bottom confirmed that impression.
Lying naked on her bed she remembered all the events of the past evening, and then only she realized the shame of the pictures that she had taken in front of perfect strangers. The horror of the situation appeared clearly to her as she remembered the lubricity of the poses, the monstrosity of her union with the glass idol. But, little by little, other memories came to her mind, delightful memories. The jutting, petite breasts of Tai, the pleasure coming in her at the contact of the warm sex of the glass buddha, the statue's arms, opened, as for some love call. And suddenly she thought that life was a wonderful, bright pink thing.
Max called her on the phone that very morning to ask how she felt. He seemed reassured to know that she still was happy, young and gay.
In the afternoon she and Janine went to Max's house. Both dressed in the same way, all in white, they were like two sisters, and the mirror soon reflected their intimacies to the delighted eyes of the man. Then the two young bodies rolled on the sofa where, in an exhausting embrace, Monique let loose all her thirst for passion.
Max took a cat o'nine tails with very thin lashes and artistically began flogging the round and smooth buttocks. He started slowly, aiming at the upper part of the soft twin globes. Soon the perfect flesh started getting a network of little pink lines. Janine was not suffering, she could only feel a strange warmth irradiate her young body, starting from the bottom and reaching little by little the low part of her belly and her cunt. She was dancing the most voluptuous twist you ever saw.
She uttered sighs and moans. Then Max, exciting himself, started flogging her more vigorously. She sighed more deeply and she accentuated the movements of her bottom. She dug her fingers in the thick wool of the carpet, and both her head and her buttocks were delightfully blushing. Monique squatted by Janine's head gave her soft kisses on the nape of her neck, whispering sweet love words that intoxicated the young girl. Max lashed harder and the thin lashes were cracking on the muscled globes. Janine now was panting, quivering and moaning while Monique caressed her breasts and promised her all the carnal joys that she would like to take on her own body, but she begged her to resist some more. At times Monique would look at the naked Max, who, completely naked, was now whipping with all his might the crying child.
Sometimes the thin lashes would lick at the cunt and the child would let out a hard cry of pain. She tried to close her thighs but the more violent flogging reaching her sideways, soon obliging her to reopen the compass of her legs. And each time she would do so, she offered the sight of her most intimate parts, in the dim light coming from the curtained windows.
But the pain became too violent. The child let a couple of tears roll on Monique's hand and Monique gave Max a sign. He gave another two or three violent blows to the shuddering body, and then stopped flogging the crying child. Then he knelt by her side and passionately kissed her flesh.
Monique then stretched her voluptuous body on the carpet, her thighs wide open, her legs propped up; Janine, bending over the offered and already damp sex softly touched the open lips with her own lips, sending Monique flying high in the paradise of sexual joys. But, at the same time she felt the most exciting caress, Max was kissing her ass, and she felt the most perfect pleasure creep deep in her when his tongue reached her asshole and slowly started penetrating the narrow passage. Then while Monique was uttering little gasps of pleasure, the same song came out of her own sex where Janine's mouth was glued and sucking with all her juvenile strength.
Max had to use both hands to keep some control over the youngster's bottom when the spasm came, so violent were the contractions and twists of the enthralled body. Monique came at the same time, and she could not tell whether it was under the expert caress of Janine's tongue or merely under the excitement of the situation, the cries of Janine and her moans of pleasure bringing on her own sex a warm breeze that was the most powerful of aphrodisiacs with the constant titillation of the young tongue on her dripping cunt.
When the child had recovered her mind, they all returned to the sofa. Max asked Janine to assume the most revealing and daring poses that enhanced all the contours of her juvenile and appetizing body, then he motioned to her and propped his erected penis to her. The child knelt by the sofa, slightly sideways, and started sucking at the swollen and shivering dart.
Monique posed her forefinger on Janine's sticky asshole and slowly forced it in completely; her eyes closed, she tried to imagine, referring to the contractions that she felt on her own finger, the joy that a man could feel when his prick was embedded in that warm flesh. Monique was moving her finger softly in the narrow sheath, and the child, extremely contented by that action, was purring softly while sucking at the penis, now erected at its maximum. But Max, who did not want to come in the young girl's mouth, moved back, and turned the child around. Monique regretfully let go the asshole, Max posed his penis all slimy with Janine's narrow asshole.
Then slowly, but with all his force, he dug his powerful penis, dampened and lubricated by the former sucking of the child, into her hole. The child uttered a long cry while accepting that huge blade that was distending her narrow slit. Her complaint stopped only when the hairy belly of the man reached the round and protruding firm little buttocks.
Max moderately sodomized the young body, watching his own penis slide in and out of the intimate sheath, and the contractions of the brown lips around his cylinder. Soon, the pleasure became too powerful and Max increased his pace, shaking the young body, impaled on him up to the swollen balls. The child herself, driven out of her mind by the simultaneous actions being fucked in her ass with such violence, shaken by that huge pole, masturbated from the inside by the shuttle movement of that pole of flesh in her entrails, her breasts shivering under her torso, gave herself completely. When she felt the three warm gushes of hot sperm splurt in her, she came in a complete frenzy and with never before attained violence.
Max thanked Monique when she said that that was enough for the day. They were all quite tired and self-satisfied.
The night was calmer and the sunny morning that followed brought to Monique a renewed thirst for adventures and new pleasures. Nothing was happening and Monique thought that it was a bad omen for the rest. Jacques was nothing but annoying, and Monique, taking advantage of the nap time, took a book and headed to the woods for a little walk.
It was a very hot afternoon. She reached the beach by a short cut through the dunes and sat in a deserted corner. She looked around her; the sea was getting a little rough. This was probably due to the winds that had been blowing for the major part of the night.
Children were playing on the beach and their hollerings annoyed Monique. She walked for a little time, and she arrived at a point where there was an old Bunker from World War II-many lovers knew the place because its thick walls provided them with a shelter for their embraces. The walls were covered with little drawings, from the heart and arrow with letters coupled in it, to more obscene and precise drawings.
Monique saw that another girl was visiting the abandoned fortress, a young girl in her twenties, whose swollen short and bouncing brassiere enhanced more than concealed her voluptuous shapes. Fair haired, her skin a nice amber tone, long and slender legs, she was looking absent mindedly at the litter on the ground in the bunker.
Monique waited for a moment, and when she was certain that the girl was alone, she came to her and started talking with her. When seen at close range, she was a girl without any extraordinary features, just nice and healthy, soft eyes, and rather happy to meet somebody. They walked out of the bunker together and moved toward the nearby woods.
Her name was Denise. She was employed by a factory that specialized in the fabrication of spare parts for aviation plants. She was spending her annual vacation here with her parents. Monique offered her a cigarette and was amused at the trouble she could feel in the other girl at the sight of her firm and arrogant breasts under the thin and revealing blouse. Then, pretending to be sunbathing, Monique simply took off her blouse. Her splendid torso was then displayed to the wondering eyes of the admiring young girl. She remained breathless in mute contemplation of the two perfect fruits, with their erected nipples, hard as a warm stone in the sun. She could not keep her eyes away from the breasts that Monique was now far from concealing.
“It does not bother you if I take off my blouse? After all we are only women together…”
“Oh no,” replied Denise, with a weak and trembling voice. “But I have never seen such perfection.”
“Mine are a little too big; yours seem to be more proportioned.”
“Oh no. Mine are quite big, but the flesh is somewhat too soft, while yours…”
Monique caressed her teats and their erected nipples, testing their hard texture, and leaving her hands on the globes.
“It may be cute like that, when you are naked, but sometimes in life it is really annoying when you are fully dressed.”
“Oh yes,” agreed Denise, with a sad look on her face.
“You seem to have rather bad memories about that?”
Denise was easy to get acquainted with; she spoke without restraint. Monique realized that the other girl was on the brink of more intimate confidence. She leaned over a still timid Denise and, unhooking the brassiere, she freed the two heavy breasts of the girl; they were large teats indeed, with long nipples, swollen on the round globes.
Monique contemplated the girl for a little while, then she placed her hands on the shivering flesh. Denise, still blushing, made more adventurous after Monique's overture, started caressing Monique's breasts. They soon came to exchange ardent kisses on each other's chest. Their hands were sliding in the shorts, or under the skirt and brushing the hair of the already dampened sexes.
Then, holding the girl close to her, letting her kiss her from time to time, Monique listened to the sad account of the misfortunes of Denise, while she was delicately titillating the erected love bud between the young girl's soft lips.
Denise had been hired at the factory and was holding a position as clerk; she was also in charge of spare parts and had to spend quite a long time each day in the storage department of the factory, in long walls between the endless rows of cases and shelves containing the various bolts and screws that the factory was producing. One hot day, she was not wearing anything but a rather thick blue blouse, and was completely naked under it. She was directly under the orders of a rather old man, who had been in the job all his life. In that rather deserted place of the factory she felt quite relaxed. After the deliveries in the morning nobody came to disturb her while she was working. She was really quiet. She had noticed however the obscene allusions of two workers who always whispered words when passing near her corner. But she had settled the matter once and for all and sent them to hell. A third man, looking harder than the others did not seem to have understood and he still insisted. Denise was kind of scared of this one.
That precise day her direct supervisor was not here. Denise was alone, slowly checking a catalogue in a dark Corner of the storage room. She was checking each part and presently was occupied at checking the ones placed in the upper shelves. To reach the shelves she had to put one foot on each side of the little alley between the two rows of shelves, and she had thus her legs wide apart. Suddenly, lowering her head, she saw under her, the two men she had so violently rebuked in the past. They were staring at her revealed flesh. She immediately wanted to close her legs, but before she could make one move they took hold of her ankles and maintained her firmly in her position between the shelves. At the same moment she felt, as in a nightmare, the other man, behind her, climbing on the shelves and pulling her arms back to tie her hands. Then in two seconds he unhooked the blouse and she was naked, her sex and breasts exposed to the men. Her wide open legs were revealing her sex in the most obscene way, and she had absolutely no way of concealing an inch of her body from them. She could feel the warm breathing of the men between her legs; the other one was pressing her teats vigorously, as if he was trying to milk her. She wanted to cry, holler, do something, but was paralyzed with fear and could not move.
But she started moaning, and immediately they brought her down, and gagged her with some oily rags that they found on the ground. Then they stretched her body between the rows of shelves, on the ground, and tied her ankles and wrists to each side of the alley. She could not even kick, or move, and was completely at their mercy. Their hands, their hard rough, calloused hands, wandered on her naked body. With revulsed eyes she saw, she felt their mouths suck the nipples of her breasts, and she felt the saliva drip on her torso. Fingers insinuated between her buttocks, found her asshole, and forced their way in it, remaining in her warm entrails, while other fingers checked the girl's virginity. They laughed at the movements she did to try to escape their brutal touch when they started penetrating her with their hard fingers. She was offering the most exciting display of flesh, with her hands and legs taken apart. They started discussing about who would be the first to take her.
She was wishing somebody would come and that he nightmare would come to an end, but nothing was happening, and she thought that they had probably closed the door and locked themselves in, knowing perfectly well that at such a late hour nobody would come and disturb them in the fulfillment of their crime. She overflowed with horror-the man that she hated more than others wanted to be the first to take her.
“But, we all want to see how it works, why should you be the first?”
“Ah, you want to see how it goes? There is nothing easier. Look.”
Denise heard their laughs. And then she heard the noise of a metal piece in one of the shelves. Then she tried once again to free herself from her ties, understanding what they were up to.
“NO, NOT THAT!”
They were certainly not going to rape her with that chromed tube, with its rounded head of shining metal. NO… that could not be true. She was struggling as much as she could in complete bondage. A couple of hard slaps crashed on her buttocks. Then she saw them, under her legs, kneeling to see, and she felt fingers open the lips of her cunt. They contemplated her virginity, commenting the beauty of the untamed flesh with atrocious words.
She felt the cold metal slide its way between the soft walls of their sex. It was not a very big tube, hardly more than 2 inches in diameter. That allowed them to see the flesh around the little metal cylinder. The man pushed slowly, and the distended flesh resisted a little. The others were holding the lips wide open so that they could watch more conveniently the progression of the metal in the tormented sex. The pressure became higher and Denise, horrified, overwhelmed with an intense disgust, felt the most horrible sensation of something breaking in her, tearing her own flesh apart. They saw the tender skin burst open and blood started coming, while a dim cry came from under the gag over the girl's mouth. The little cylinder penetrated a couple of inches more. They removed it, and after feeling the newly opened way in the sex, they said: “To the oldest…”
“O.K.”
And the elder man, a stout fellow, with gray temples, undid his pants exhibiting a bulky rod, put it in position, and in one hard move sent it completely up to the hilt in the bleeding cunt. Another cry was lost in the rags on her mouth, and Denise had to undergo that repellant coitus, that churning in her tortured flesh. She tried to escape, but in vain. The man was strong and was holding her, motioning her in an opposite movement from his, thus accentuating the violence of his penetration. The flabby balls were slapping the lips of the young cunt. Horror grew in her when she felt the pace increase, and then he spat his senile sperm in her vagina.
He had hardly removed his tool from her belly than another one penetrated her. Hard and long, the prick was fornicating the young girl. Tears were rolling on her cheeks. He was not long, and soon her cunt was filled with his thick sperm. Then the other one turned her over, and, in spite of the gag, they could all hear the cry that she let out…
“What have you done?”
“I raped her, you fools.”
And he showed his belly glued to the ass of the young girl. Moving a little he showed his tool impaled in the propped up bottom.
They laughed.
“Clever boy. Come on, now, let us hurry; we do not have much time left.”
And, while caressing the body, shaken by the violent churning of the worker's dick in her ass, they all commented on the beauty of the show, and appreciated its rarity.
Soon, the man slowed his pace, sighed, and removed his prick, after taking his pleasure in that virgin ass now slimy with gunk.
Then they untied the girl, allowing her to stand while her legs were still held to the shelves without removing her gag. One of them took one of the nipples between his hard fingers, and twisted it viciously; when he saw terror in her eyes he said:
“If you speak, first of all we will have you sacked because nobody will believe you, and then we will give you such a wallop that you would not and could not forget it for the rest of your life. And for your nipples, what would you think if we treated them with a pair of pliers?”
Denise, panicked under the intolerable pain at her breasts, hiccupping, crying, promised, swore whatever they wanted her to swear to. She had to lean against the walls while they were going away, and had hardly the strength to drag herself to the toilets. She hesitated and did not complain. At night she saw them following her at a distance-the next day she resigned without giving a reason for her decision.
During the whole confession, Monique caressed the young girl between her legs, alternating kisses on her lips and on her breasts. Lost in a wonderful dream, the girl stopped speaking and remained silent for a couple of minutes before the orgasm seized her and left her panting after a couple of contractions; her belly was twisting delightfully under the action of the finger that was slowly penetrating her.
Monique let her recuperate for a moment and then resumed her questioning about her life, and also about the reason why her nipples had taken such a shape and size.
Denise came closer to Monique and caressed her breasts. She let her fingers linger on the young girl's body, and her hand went under Monique's skirt, between the closed legs, on the sex, and insinuating between the moistened lips. For a little moment Denise stared at Monique, surprised, but she did not say anything and resumed her caress, she also continued her account of her loves and misfortunes.
Denise remained one whole month unemployed. Her personal savings were running out and she spent her last pennies at the gynecologist, because the horrible event that had occurred in the storage room had consequences that she preferred to stop immediately. She found another job in the same specialization, and was working in another, smaller factory under the orders of an elderly man. It did not take her a very long time to realize that the man was quite attracted by her youth. After a couple of mistakes the man made it clear to her that if she wanted to stay she would have to do some “efforts.”
“A girl with teats like yours always has a way to be forgiven when she does something wrong…”
She needed the money badly, and one night she agreed to stay in the factory after closing hours. They went together in the darkest corner of the office and once again she felt all the fears and disgust from the first time come back to her. She felt without any reaction the hands of the man on her chest. In the silent building she heard his accelerated breathing. He opened her blouse and unhooked the brassiere. He pushed the blouse backwards and the material fell on her slightly folded arms. Then she felt the man's lips on her nipples, in a deep sucking. Her eyes closed; she felt the tongue lick at the reddened nipples, the teeth biting without too much strength on the exacerbated buds. No matter how disgusted she was, she felt the titillation of excitement in her most intimate flesh. She closed her legs more firmly and the man went on sucking at her breasts. He was playing with the twin globes and feeling their volume, consistency, and weight, the way a sculptor would prepare a block of clay before modeling it.
Denise tried once to move away from the head, glued as a leech to her bosom, but he slapped her hands, and she gave up all resistance. His thick lips remained on the hypersensitive teats, and his hands started wandering on her body. He found the blouse nearly unbuttoned and soon reached the small pink crotch, and insinuated himself between her legs. She closed her legs more tightly, but then he bit her cruelly. She had to give up, and soon the finger insinuated more deeply in her warm vagina. She let the finger penetrate her, and slowly rub at the exacerbated love bud. Tightening his grip around her with his left arm, and his mouth still glued at her breast, he masturbated her furiously.
Denise let pleasure come in her, and the spasm reached her with clenched teeth. She did not resist, and with a series of bumps she let the warm sap ooze out of her cunt and moisten the man's fingers.
He let her recover her spirits, and she found herself naked in front of him. He was contemplating her; then he helped her to get dressed. With surprisingly sweet gestures he walked her in silence to the gate of the factory. She did not refuse his hand when he said good bye.
From that day on, commenced a sweet kind of blackmail. It was very seldom that Denise could go home without a little stop with the man in the back of the storage room. Sometimes he found his satisfaction just by licking and sucking her teats, but sometimes he let his hands go between her thighs, and he did not let her go without receiving the warm liquid on his fingers, proving that she had come and met her pleasure.
But he was also nice to her. He bought pastries, and some sweets, and now she was no longer afraid of him, and felt only shame, but no fears when she followed him to the shelves.
She let him caress her in any way he wanted to and, it is maybe under the ardent sucking that the nipples took on their unusual proportions. One day he asked her to climb on the shelves, as if she had to reach something in the upper ones, so that she had to let him see her nakedness from below, between her legs, the way the others had done with her on that famous first night. (She shivered every-time she thought about the terrible evening.) and she did not close her legs, so nice and gentle was the man. Then Denise entered another era of sweet and sour tortures. This man, who could not satisfy any woman, tried to take his revenge in excitations that he gave to that sex that his own flesh could not and would never penetrate. He gave her cunt the attentions and care that he had, up to then, reserved to her teats, and her cunt was sucked, her clitoris titillated, masturbated, excited constantly.
To appease her shame he had her salary increased in a reasonable way, and she accepted, and nearly every night her teats or her cunt were the victims of that transaction. He become more and more demanding; he would sometimes bit her intimate flesh cruelly and sometime she cried out her pain. That is how one night the boss found them in the storage room. He fired the man, but kept Denise. But he gave her his conditions the next day and kept her one hour in his office. She got out of it, panting, gasping, her breasts painful globes, and a strange sour taste in her mouth. For a long hour the walls of the directorial office had echoed her cries and moans.
From that day on, Denise entered the commercial service of the factory, she was at the boss's orders and no one else's. She was taking care of the bookkeeping. She had to enter his office every night when everyone else was leaving, and then bear the consequences of the deal that she had made by fear of a miserable life.
She had to unbutton her blouse. She was wearing a brassiere of a certain type, made of black silk, with large holes so that the nipples and a little piece of white flesh was free. Then the man, getting up, tied Denise's hands to the handles of the drawers in his office. And then he would start sucking at her teats, biting and hurting the delicate flesh. He would pinch the nipples till she could not bear it. Sometimes he would hit her breasts with a supple stick, and would only stop when her cries were too loud and could be heard from outside.
The session generally ended when a kneeling Denise, sucking at the man's dick, received in her mouth the thick and warm sperm that gushed out of him.
Little by little he tortured her more and more; he finally came to dig thin needles in her breasts, her teats, getting hard and longer under the treatments, were now nearly completely insensitive. They were about the size of a regular bottle nipple and Monique was caressing their hard bulks, rolling under her fingers.
Monique once again caressed and let Denise caress her in return. Then she tactfully asked her to come with her one night at Max's, just in order to have a pleasant evening. She made it clear to Denise that Max was a very nice and pleasant man, that he was also generous and probably could help her have a pleasant vacation. Denise refused and would not let Monique try to convince her; then little by little, and considering the profit and possibly the pleasure that she would get out of that, she accepted. Monique knew that Denise wanted badly a little necklace made of scarlet coral, and a country shawl. Then Monique inquired about Denise's dress. They agree that she should put on a white blouse and a plain gray skirt. Of course nothing under it.
In due time Monique, who had first been at Max's to bring the gifts for Denise that she had purchased herself (Max had tried to do it, but Monique would not let him) and Denise came to Max's villa. Soon they were together in the dark room, embraced on the famous mirror. Denise was quite intimidated. Then the blouses opened, but Max gave all his attention to Denise. He admired the long and thick nipples and paid them the regards they were supposed to receive. Monique got the leather bracelets and while Max was caressing the girl, she tied her wrists. Soon, Denise was exactly as Monique had been at Chang's, arms lifted up, and breasts provocatively propped.
Then, while a naked Monique started caressing herself softly, Max tortured Denise's breasts as Monique had told him to do. Soon the girl was crying her voluptuous pain proving that Max was at least as good as her former employer. Monique, excited by the show, was frantically masturbating, watching the tortured body twist in front of her, hanging by the cables where the bracelets were attached.
Then Max took a whole box of thin gilded needles. The girl, horrified, closed her eyes and prepared for the pain, clenching her teeth. One by one, Max put the needles in her nipples; at each penetration the girl was twisting and moaning a little bit louder, and more violently. Then all the needles were in the globes, covering the nipples with a golden network. Monique was masturbating faster and faster, standing up in front of the martyred girl.
Finally the last needle was stabbing the poor girl and she uttered a last moan. Max lovingly contemplated his masterpiece. Then he undid the ties that were holding his victim in bondage, and brought the girl to a mirror. She looked at her own torso and its strange decoration. Then Max took her skirt away.
He took a long look at the naked girl, letting his eyes wander between her legs, an din the abundant fleece of blonde hair over her cunt, then he took the needles out of her teats. There was hardly a drop of blood when he was through with that operation.
Max then undressed too. The girl kneeling in front of him gave him the same caresses she gave her boss; she knew all the different ways to suck and lick, the erected penis. Max did not resist and let loose heavy gushes of thick sperm.
The girl, used as she was to her employer's prick, did what she was expected to do; she mixed the sperm with her saliva, tasted it, and then slowly swallowed it. It was the first time Max had come under such a sucking and he could not recuperate as easily as usual.
Denise came up and went to Monique; she dug her face between the thighs of the girl and gave her all the delights that the caresses of Lesbos can provide. When he heard his friend moan and sigh, Max felt his virility pop back in action; he got up and admired the two women embraced in front of him. He propped Denise's bottom up, opened her thighs a little, and then put his damp and erected tool against the opening of her cunt. He thrust himself in with one violent blow, and Denise could not restrain a cry of pain. It was the first time after her rape that another penis was penetrating her, and she was still quite narrow. To Max it was like breaking her in. He fucked the young girl violently and the two woman were moaning and crying their pleasure at the same time.
Monique had to press Denise's head between her muscled thighs. The other girl was coming so violently under the violence of Max's assault that she forgot completely to caress her friend. Both girls came together and only then Max stopped. He gave Denise a couple of minutes break. Then, removing his hard penis from her slimy vagina, he put the head of his tool against the puckered and narrow mouth of her ass. He pushed himself in slowly but firmly. At first Denise was scared, even hurt, but oh, what a sweet feeling for Max to be penetrating in that nearly completely virgin ass. Max's forces were renewed at the mere thought of what he was doing, and he accelerated his pace. The girl was not feeling any pleasure-it was all pain for her-but Max was enjoying himself thoroughly and he did not release her before coming another time, and spitting his hot sap in her insides.
After a little trip to the bathroom, the three of them, naked, took some Champagne and that liquor somewhat revived the temper of Denise. Once again Monique came under the expert sucking of her girl friend's tongue and Max enjoyed the pleasures of her warm cunt. But he did not come before Monique had been satisfied and then when Denise could concentrate fully on what was being done to her, he slowly but powerfully fucked her once again, bringing her to the edge of madness in pleasure, giving her all the joys she could expect from love. Once again then they met around a bottle of Champagne, then they dressed and got up to go. Max took out of his wallet two twenty dollar bills, and stuck in their middle part two long gilded needles. He slowly came to Denise…
She looked at him, then at the banknotes, and at the thin needles, and suddenly she understood. She lowered her head, still hesitating, then Max murmured:
“Up to the head… in the nipples.”
The girl gave the needles another close look. Very thin, about 2/3 inch long, the metal was shining in the light of the room.