Chapter 3
The Countess was slipping into the deviate pit of aberrations, and once into this hole of obscene lewdity, it is a snare of the senses. It is much easier to fall into a well than to climb out of it -if possible.
The lovely, svelte, regal but wanton Countess was treading on thin ice. She was now fairly launched on a course of sexual conduct which was not fail to be brought with mischances, and she soon fully realized the risks. The Duke De La Villiers, her father, was a man of strict moral propriety, though not of harsh manners, and while he allowed a very full latitude to his guests in the frivolities of his sumptuous entertainments, he had a rigid idea of the dignity of his family and position, and was quite strict in behaviour. It may therefore, appear singular that his daughter should have voluntarily chosen to implicate herself in an intrigue which involved so much danger to herself. Like most self-willed persons, she had hardly counted on the results, or on the singular complications which were about to arise. She had given way to her ardent nature and had allowed her unbridled passions to run riot without stopping to think of the consequences. She had set the ball rolling and it went downhill and; she was now powerless to stay its onward rush.
A very short acquaintance with Jean was sufficient to disillusion her of the charms of his society. The fact of his indecent intimacy, with the young Countess was of itself too much for his stupid, brutish nature to hide, without engendering an amount of vanity which began to evaporate at every pore of his thick skin. But the peasant had a worse vice than that of vanity -he was addicted to occasional fits of inebriety, and the bottles of wine which on these occasions he swallowed, would have sufficed for a dozen Frenchmen. The place he preferred in which to indulge his drinking propensities and at the same time gather round him a selection of the choice spirits of the village, was the tavern, kept by a giant of the name Pierre, -a fellow of some six feet three whose feats of wrestling were the theme of much admiring discourse in the surrounding country. Seated by the fire of great logs, Jean would gossip and play cards by the hour, until frequently almost too drunk to know his way, he would stagger home to his bed in the hut next to the stable.
It was at this time that Pierre began to notice the lavish manner in which Jean spent his money, how he paid liberally for the drink supplied to others of his companions, and also the boastful nature of his conversation. The coachman was bantered on the subject of his well-filled purse and would reply that his sister was in great favour with her rich and powerful mistress, that the Countess lavished no end of money upon her maid, and that he, her brother, had the benefit of it.
This explanation served to satisfy his friends, among whom, thanks to the generosity of the Countess, he was fast becoming quite a hero. The rustic mind did not care to trouble itself much further; Jean had cautioned them that if they talked about it, his sister might get into trouble, and the result would be, no more drinking bouts, no more treating at his expense; so his companions were glad enough to accept what fell to their share and say nothing about it outside the door of the inn.
But day by day the repeated sexually illicit interviews with his wanton mistress and the voluptuous entertainments she provided for him, began to demoralise him altogther, and at the same time the Countess, who was not slow to discover irregularities, commenced to conceive a repugnance which nothing but his physical capabilities in the outset of their acquaintance ever enabled her to ignore. He was a splendid animal and that was just what she wanted; the incongruities of his vulgar nature and his coarse person were matters which commented themselves to her, by the law of that contradictory spirit which so often induces the elegant and the refined to consort with their opposites. But the Countess began also to see that there was danger in the future, and that this man would sooner or later commit some fatal folly which would involve her name in shame and disgrace. In vain she mentioned her fears to her maid; that astute, young person having but little power of perception and hardly any imagination, could not grasp the difficulty, and saw only in the present a very agreeable, and it may be, voluptuous, period of enjoyment, for her mistress and herself.
Meanwhile matters got worse and worse. Jean in his hours of intemperance, began to give sundry hints that a great personage showered her favours upon him. He even went so far as to hint that this was no other than the Countess herself; this, however, was really too much for his friends to swallow, and they contented themselves with laughing at him, saying amongst themselves that his head was going wrong, the drink was making an idiot of him, and indulging in other and coarser derision at his expense. But this conviction did not prevent his companions from rallying Jean from time to time about the great dignitary, the Excellency, who protected him and, though his sister, provided such lavish means for his delectation. At these midnight revels, when the wine had commenced its work and the party grew merry, sundry were the jests at the expense of the brutish Jean, whose ideas were better fitted to his employment of a carter than to cope with the banter of his boon companions.
One night, when Jean and his chosen few, seven in all, with Pierre, the wrestler, who was also owner of the tavern, among them, had commenced their evening carouse at his expense as usual, the conversation turned upon the unusual generosity of the treater, and his extraordinary favour in which he was held by the Countess Marguerite became the object of the usual merriment.
Jean, who was a long way ahead of his companions in his cups, waxed angry and letting fall his fist upon the rough table with a loud bang, exclaimed:
"Laugh as much as you like, men, but I tell you I can prove all I say, if I choose; why, my fine fellows, what do you think of this?" and he produced a 100 franc note from his pocket, he exhibited it before the eyes of his astonished companions.
All held their breath at the wonderful sight, at which Jean continued:
"Shall I show you another?" and without waiting for a response, produced a second note of the same value.
"Jean, you are a wizard, -it is the devil himself who lends you the money."
"Whether the money comes from the devil, or from the Countess, what is that to you, idiots? I tell you I have plenty, and I am not afraid of your suspicions, for I know no devil other than she who gave me this money, and I can show you five hundred francs as easily as I do these two notes, -I have only to go and fetch them."
Pierre raised his eyes and his hands in wonder and astonishment.
"Five-hundred francs!" he exclaimed, "why Jean is the devil himself!"
At this all the rest joined in ahearty laugh, while they looked from one to another to cover a certain feeling of uneasiness which began to steal over them at this surprising display of riches and audacity.
Meanwhile the wine was disappearing down the throat of the stupid and vain-glorious Jean and he became more and more excited at the hilarity of his friends.
"Look here," he said, with another furious blow upon the table which made the glasses ring again, "you say that it is the devil who supplied me with this money, and I say that it is our young Countess; now, devil or Countess! Who will bet with me a five-franc note that I will not bring the giver here within an hour from this time to drink with us in our midst?"
"I will, most certainly!" cried the wrestler, with a chuckle at the thought of how he had led the boastful
Jean into a trap, "put down thy money, brother, and bring your devil, or your Countess; -if it proves to be the angel of darkness himself, we will light him up merrily with these blazing logs, and if it should be your Countess to drink with us, we will not stop at that, but she shall serve our pleasures all round; what say, you friends?"
Mingled cries and cheers greeted this speech, for, of course, no one believed a word of what Jean had boasted, and they took a good care the door was shut and barred before they ventured to confirm the audacious determination to which they had arrived, should their visitor be a woman, and their Countess.
"Done," cried Jean, rising from among them. The keeper of the inn put down his five-franc note, and the coachman put on his hat and prepared to leave them.
"Take care," said he, with his hand on the lock of the door, "that you do not drink yourselves silly before I come back; let every one of you leave his glass where it lies until my return, and I will show you whether I am in earnest or not."
With that Jean left them to make what reflections they chose upon the events which had just happened. The open air increased the effects of his drinks and he proceeded with not very certain steps in the direction of the Countess's apartments. With still more uncertain hands he gave the private signal which always served him to summond his sister Marie. Very much wondering what could be the matter, for it was already past eleven o; clock and the young Countess had gone to bed, Marie, hastily enjoining caution, came down and let her brother enter.
A single glance sufficed to indicate his condition; his voice was thick, loud and truculent, and he steadied himself with difficulty against the doorpost as he spoke. In reply to his sister's frightened inquiry, he told her of the bet he had made and of the position of affairs at the tavern.
"Are you mad?" demanded Marie aghast.
"I am not mad at all," replied her brother, staring stupidly in her face, "all I say is true, do not be dancing there like a fool you are, but go in and tell your mistress what I say and that she must come and at once."
Marie nearly swooned with fright, but perceiving the determination of the fellow and fearing he would raise his voice and alarm the household, she bade him wait in the dark in the ante-chamber while she gave his message to her mistress.
When the young Countess Marguerite had been aroused and fully understood the serious position of affairs, her resolution, at first terribly shaken, came to her aid, and with the fervid determination which was so striking a feature of her character, she took her measures on the spot. Having ascertained the exact condition of Jean's demand, the number and quality of the guests and their place of meeting, she rose and throwing on her robe, said to her maid:
"Tell Jean to wait a few minutes for me, and to be satisfied. I will go with him and do his bidding."
Now it happened that some months previously a serious epidemic of cholera had occured in the neighbourhood, and the Countess, like a good Samaritan, had furnished the poor peasants around with medicine and drugs, a large store of which was placed at her disposal for the purpose. Going straight, therefore, to the medicine chest, she selected a large bottle nearly full of strong cognac and another which contained laudanum; -the latter she mixed with an equal amount of cordial spirit, and these she put together in a little basket. She then desired Marie to get ready to accompany her; arranging her toilette to her liking, she threw over her an immense cloak of furs which reached down from above her beautiful head, in the pointed capote of which it was ensconsed, to her heels, encased in the warmest of fur-lined sheepskin boots, made like stockins and without any soles, so that she could tread easily and gently on the cold ground outdoors. Marie stood ready to accompany her, and together they descended and found Jean waiting at the door. He was radiant at his easy success.
"Come, Jean, you see you had only to command and I obey," said the Countess, taking him by the hand and drawing his huge fist inside the warm furs by which she was so well protected from the inclemency of the provincial winter.
Jean stammered out his satisfaction, and his mistress rejoined:
"Before we start, the night being cold and the snow falling fast, you had better take a little of this," and she held up the flask of cognac.
Jean needed no second invitation, and she poured him out a glass of the strong contents.
Then out into the dark night went the three, each silently revolving the affair in their own way; the Countess active and resolute, Marie wondering and half cowed by terror, and the drunken Jean rendered still more stupid and abject by the additional dope administered to him, defiantly triumphant, treading their noiseless way through the newly fallen snow, in the dead solitude of the still and awful night.
Not one thought of compunication or hesitation once crossed the mind of the Countess Marguerite, but her face gleamed in the snow with a fire that, could it have been noted, would have convinced the most unbelieving of her strong and couragous nature. Something more than resolution sparkled in her passionate glance, as she turned a corner and came in sight of the lighted windows of the country tavern.
With difficulty the two women had conducted the drunken Jean to the door, and having knocked, it was opened and they entered. At a sign from her mistress, Marie, recovering a little from her fears, and half reassured by the determined bearing of the Countess, closed the door and laid across it the heavy, wooden bar. (
Then Jean, staggering to the front , supported himself on the table, and made a fruitless attempt to claim his bet; -too drunk to be intelligible, he looked foolishly around and sank upon the floor in a state of lethargy.
The first impulse of the inmates of the inn, on the Countess opening her huge capote and exposing her lovely features, was to throw themselves at her feet, as the French peasants were fond of doing to their nobles; but a majestic wave of the hand from Marguerite stopped them short.
"Stay, my friends," she exclaimed; "I have come to drink with you, see," she cried, holding aloft the bottle which contained congnac, "this is better than your wine; which of you will pledge me a glass?"
All present, after looking sheepishly at one another for support and approval, followed the example of Pierre and held up their glasses toward the tempting bottle; all save the miserable Jean, and he was lying helpless underneath the table.
"Ye know not, my friends, how much I love you," continued the young Countess, filling their glasses with her own fair hand, "you have sent for me to come to you, and behold I am here; as for Jean, I, for one, regret he cannot rise to make one of us, for all that, my beloved, we shall not too much miss his society."
At this gracious speech the assembled rustics, six in number, raised aloft their glasses and finding the liquor to their mind, drained them in honour of their noble visitor. Little by little, as the Countess smiled and spoke, they grew more accustomed to her presence and lost somewhat of the timidity natural under the circumstances.
"I know well, my brothers, ye are men, and therefore are good company for a pretty girl, -be she high or low; -I know also that you promised yourselves some pleasure, should your visitor be other than the devil himself." Then lowering somewhat the heavy furs in which she stood wrapped so as to show her dainty shoulders and the exquisite contour of her neck, she continued:
"Am I the devil you expected, tell me? -or will you fear to look upon my charms?"
A shout of admiration was the general response. The peasants stood up and gathered round, though at a respectful distance. They began to feel more and more at home and wondered what was coming next.
Meanwhile something working within the mind of the Countess Marguerite, caused her lovely face to flush, her eyes to shine with an intense and passionate lustre and her jutting breasts to rise and fall with the intensity of her emotions.
The effect of her beauty, the warmth of the room, the lateness of the hour, all contributed to the strange effect the scene was producing on the assembled guests. The brandy inflamed their blood and emboldened the less courageous.
"I came to you because I was sent for; -my trusty Jean told me of your bet and of your threats. Now that we understood each other," said the lovely girl, "strip off those greasy garments, draw near, and let us all be friends."
Marguerite sat in their midst, wrapped in her furs; she laughed with them on subjects they could understand and encouraged their conviviality. She discoursed to them of passion, -of love, -of enjoyment without restraint, in their own dialect of the French tongue; she made them more mad with desire, than they were previously excited with their potations. She artfully reminded them of the delights of sexual pleasure, and encouraged their lewd glances with smiles.
To increase the effect of her burning words, the beautiful girl opened her clothing, so that her exquisite body to her waist became visible, covered only with transparent sheath. She took down her luxuriant tresses of glossy hair, which fell in a rich cascade over her neck and down her back.
The condescension of the Countess set the farmers quite at ease. The passions of the peasant are very base and at the time of which the Countess writes, they were only one degree better than brutes; they followed the dictates of their appetites, only controlled by the will of their lords and masters, whose examples were certainly not such as to instill in them a res.pect for virtue, or even decency.
As their confidence returned, so their senses became heated again at the vague words of their young mistress. Her reference to their threatened treatment of the visitor with a smile on her fair lips, set their imagination to work and their ideas all wandering towards the one subject of enjoyment. Finding her thus willing to undress herself before them, and also that the heat of the room was becoming oppressive, they one and all began to throw off their own clothes, which they deposited in a heap upon the floor, the Countess encouraging them to make themselves easy in her presence. Their wonder and delight at the charms she displayed increased their libidinous inclinations, which only wanted a spark to kindle into a flame.
Pierre exhibited his brawny limbs and began openly to praise the beauty of the Countess. The men were among the finest and the sturdiest of the village, for Jean, being fond of feats of strength, loved to gather round him others of a kindred spirit. They began to surround her, and to cast rapid and intelligent glances towards the bolted door, and at each other. Marie had sunk down near the entrance, by no means recovered from her fright, and was now huddled unnoticed in a corner. The one center of attraction was the beautiful Countess. A part of the opening of her fur robe now slipped aside, and her curved sweet boobies peeped therefrom. The eyes of the fellows blazed with desire. Their words began to lose not only the usual terms of respect, but even of modesty.
At last the Countess, stretching forth her arm and thrusting back the impudent Pierre suddenly arose and stood before the men, and throwing open her large covering of handsome ful-lined skins, raised it on high with outstretched arms, thus exhibiting to their astonished gaze the full blaze of her lovely and almost naked body. A half suppressed roar of admiration and desire arose from the men; they tried to fondle her charms but she waved them from her. Pierre lost all further command of prudence, and half-stripped as he already was, his cock and balls became uncovered. Erect and inflamed with the intensity of his desire, and more terrible even in their proportions than the shaft of the redoubtable Jean, he exposed a gigantic member before the avid eyes of the young Countess.
"Ah, Pierre, thou are indeed a man! You are worthy of the admiration of a woman be she who she may! Well I know thy passions, -and that ye be but men."
She looked around; -by this time all present, equally excited were in the same indecent condition of sexual exposure. The Countess found herself surrounded by six impatient wretches, whose stiff cocks were flagrantly exposed, bursting with luxury, while their bodies were nearly stripped of such clothing as is necessary for the sake of decency. They stood around her, their sexual members thrust forward, their desires and their virility plainly in evidence, down to their uncovered ballocks which swelled with the seminal juices entreating to be ejected into the sweet pussy of the Countess.
As for Marguerite, the sight was too much for her. As she eyed the naked sexual genitals of the rustics before and beside her, her lips parted with murmured words of lustful meaning, the hot breath of unbridled lust rose tremulous from her panting bosom. Her nostrils dilated and her cheeks flushed. Her body, rather to the uncontrollable impulse that was consuming her than to any will of her own, vibrated to and fro; her soft, white thighs parted by a movement of instinctive desire; her exposed loins were projected towards her companions, and her beautiful head rolled back, her eyes glistening in the languor of voluptuous excitement.
She was about to fall, -they caught her in their rough hands, and tearing open her skimpy undies, pressed hot, stifling kisses on her naked breasts, hps showering upon the swelling tits, tongues licking and nibbling upon sweetly stiffening nipples.
There, in the tavern -Jean dead drunk under the table, and Marie, cowering on a bench by the door, one after the other the aroused males violated her, forcibly penetrating her delicious pussy with lustful tools, revelling in her charms, exuding their souls in the cries of their pleasure and hardly awaiting their turn upon her body as each took his turn in orgasmic delight within the regal hole, each peasant cock throbbed and pulsated, each in turn emptied basely born balls of accumulated semen through their buried pricks each, in turn flooding the high-born cunt with the hot jets of his sticky seminal release.
Pierre, the wrestler, went first. As he seized her, his enormous cock stretched upward, red and menacing in his front, the Countess opened her arms and legs and receiving him within them closed over him her huge wrapping mantle. Their bodies thus pressed together, they fell upon the heap of clothing on the wooden floor; nothing remained visible outside of the forms of the combatants; but the sound of fierce kisses, of lips glued to lips, and the unruly movements, gasps and murmurs of the inn-keeper, seeking to further his enjoyment and commence the gratification of his lust, denoted the struggle that was taking place.
At last a half stifled cry from the Countess announced her cunnilingual penetration and seminal defeat. A groan of satisfaction, quickly followed by rapid thrusting movements above, was equally expressive of the orgasmic success. Pierre's cries told that he had torn open the delicate parts and that his battering-ram now throbbed deep within her warm body.
Presently the head of the Countess appeared, pushed from beneath the wrapping mantle, rolling from side to side, her teeth clinched, her eyes half closed in mingled pain and pleasure, her whole face distorted by a horrible, spasmodic ecstasy of enjoyment. The movement became more accentuated, the cries more acute the inarticulate sounds more bestial. At length the two rolled out from the folds of the furry covering, the Countess on her back and the wrestler on her body, stabbing with fierce lunges of his stalwart loins, enlaced, writhing in the final spasm of completed copulation, and his hot fierce lunges of his stalwart loins, enlaced, writhing in the final spasms of completed copulation.
No sooner had Pierre appeased his passions and in copious jets ejaculated his seed into the person of his hereditary mistress, than the others pulled him from her body, and a second, -hardly less formidable in the penile department threw himself upon her and with a member tense as a Dar of iron, repeated the lewd attack into the sperm-slick pussy. His enjoyment was of brief duration for hardly was his penetration complete, than, succumbing to the intoxication of so much pleasure, he reached his climax and discharged his love-juices. A third took his place, and a violent struggle again announced the united ecstasies in which they bathed themselves. A fourth, a fifth, a sixth continued the brutal entertainment, and at length, inundated with the proofs of their vigour, the Countess was assisted to her feet in a condition approaching prostration, having been pressed almost beyond her endurance by the weight of their bodies and shaken and torn by the violence of their spasmodic enlacements.
A very short interval enabled Marguerite to resume her control of herself, and with a desperate resolution, she summoned all her energy to her assistance. Signs were not wanted to warn her that her aggressors were not yet subdued. The implacable Pierre, whose passions were only allayed, not extinguished, heated anew by the sight of his comrades' enjoyments, began to solicit her anew.
"Stay, my friends," she cried, "before ye recommence your pleasure, at least allow me a moment's breathing time. Pledge me in this cup anew."
Saying this, the Countess raised the flask of brandy to her lips and drank a small portion of the contents, then taking up her heavy furs. Marie gathering up sufficient courage to assist her, she cried, as she filled their upraised glasses.
"Here's to Venus and to love!"
The men drank, each bestowing some remark or other in acknowledgment of the beauty and condescension of the Countess, -then they sat down here and there; their hilarity ceased, their energy died out of them and one after another, they sank oppressed with a heavy lethargy, upon the floor as still as death.
Marguerite had dexterously changed the bottle.
Turning to her maid, the Countess commanded her immediately to unbar the door and follow her. Going round to the side of the inn where the firewood was stored, she loaded herself with logs and bade Marie do the same. From the same depository she brought rapidly the fagots with which the great blazing fires were lighted. These she piled in haste in the center of the floor and threw upon them the table and the benches -then taking the half consumed logs from the hearth, she thrust them underneath, and in a few seconds a conflagration commenced. Hastily retreating, followed by Marie and assured of her success, the Countess closed the entrance upon the drugged peasants, and locking it upon the outside, thrust the key under the rough, wooden door. Then the two women hurried home over the fast falling snow.
Hardly had the Countess gained the privacy of her apartments, and going to the window had drawn back the heavy hangings, than a lurid glare in the direction of the inn shot up into the sky; the straw thatch had ignited, and the place which had so lately been the scene of hideous debauchery was now a seething mass of smoke and flames. Soundly slept the village while the fire raged higher and brighter, for the cold induced its denizens to ensconce themselves snugly in their skins and coverings. At last, however, the Countess heard the sound of the alarm-bell boom out in the frosty night. Again and again it pealed forth its notes of thrilling warning, and the cries of the tardy, sleepy peasants could now be heard in the intervals of its agonized summons, hastening to the rescue.
But it came too late; as Marguerite looked, a huge volume of flame went up, showers of red sparks flew hither and thither; -the roof of the inn had fallen in.
The sex-mad drinkers were destroyed in a sexosadistic act of destruction and murder. The evil Countess had taken payment of all the base pleasurepain and sexual misuse of her sweet, if evil cunt, and they reaped the whirlwind of their sperm sowing of her sex garden. A sweet bed of sexual cruelty and one which demands usuric payment due for sexual services rendered -no matter how eagerly they are offered.