Chapter 6
The demise of her father seemed to be the turning point of the regal but wanton Countess. She now cast off all moral bonds and any inhibitions to all physical and lustful pleasures of the flesh. Now there was no longer the slight but tangible hand of parental warning and authority. Nor was she called upon to relinquish in any way her high position or station in life by so doing. It must be remembered it was an age of liberality and sexual license, an epoch of unrestrained libertinism. A French noble cared little for the antecedents or the virtue of his bride, so long as she was rich and formed in other respects a suitable alliance. Indeed it would have been extremely difficult to find a young and handsome noblewoman at that period, whose character for chasity had not been justly assailed.
The King actually led the way in the general suppression of morals. Gradually, since his succession to the throne of his licentious father, he had shown the same tendencies and the sorrowful end which awaited him, was, it is certain, partly the result of a jealous revenge to which he had given birth by the acquisition of a mistress already coveted as a wife by one of his courtiers.
I have already remarked on the attention which the King had bestowed upon the young and beautiful Countess Marguerite De La Villiers, the heroine of the journal. After her accession to his father's estates, her reappearance in Paris was hailed with acclamation. The attentions of the King were renewed. He found her developed into a lovely woman, whose beauties of person and accomplishments made her the reigning belle. For her, Louis conceived a violent passion, and when a King of all France falls in love, let the world beware! -garde tout le monde!
I have necessarily passed over a considerable period of the Countess's history, because the journal was either a blank for long intervals of time, or the entries were records of such events as were either uninteresting or more repetitions of such scenes as I have already described. It appears therefrom that she actually conceived the idea of marrying the young stud Roland, who, through her influence at court, had been created a Seigneur of the King. This monstrous and incestuous intention, for although the journal nowhere actually states the fact, there is no doubt he was her half-brother, was, however, on reference to Louis himself, given up. The repugnance of the royal lover to permit the marriage of his mistress, for such she had now become, prevented her designs, which were evidently well calculated to baffle any discovery of the truth, or to divert her possessions during her lifetime.
But there was another person who became as deeply interested in the Countess Marguerite as the King himself. A certain Count Aumont had also fallen in love with her, and this man, being of a determined, brutal and jealous character, a general in the army, occupying a high position at court, had formed the design of making her his wife. No doubt her vast estates were to a great extent his inducement, but it is evident from her Diary that the nobleman loved her with all the brutal passion of his nature of which it was capable, and the difficulties in the way of his attainment of his object, to such a mind as his, only served to render more dogged his determination, and to whet his appetite.
The Countess, rendered cautious of necessity by reason of her relations with King Louis, had in no way given any encouragement to the suit of Count Aumont; -indeed she had only a vague idea of his intentions, which she treated as she did the declarations of others, with whom she was surrounded, as a matter which very little troubled her.
Although the dissolute and irregular habits of King Louis, which had rendered him already obnoxious to the nobles, made him callous as to the publicity of his liaison with the Countess Marguerite, the latter had far too good reason to keep her own life from public scrutiny, to allow him to acknowledge her openly, and she used all her influence, all her persuasive power with him to induce him to visit or receive her in private life. This gave her to a large extent the control of her own movements and a degree of independence she would not other wise have retained.
Her character had long ago developed with her beauty; her licentiousness was inconceivable, and except for the evidences of the journal itself, it would be difficult to imagine such inventions of depraved ingenuity, such sexual abberrations, of a prurient mind. It seems as though bored of the more ordinary and natural expedients of lust for satisfying her fierce and ungovernable passions, she had racked her fertile imagination for the creation of new and monstrous sensual body pleasures.
In one place in the Journal there is a curious and detailed description of a life sized mannequin, or figure representing something which was certainly neither humane, nor divine. In a small boudoir, fitted up expressly, and hung with the finest draperies and hangings, there was, at one end, a portiere, -or pair of heavy curtains, covering a small recess, to which there was a separate and secret entrance. These curtains, drawn to either side, disclosed a sight well calculated to strike an ordinary observer with horror. In the center recess stood an image, which in all its hideous grotesqueness, its absolute parody of human outline, and its embodification of all that is frightful in the expression of lust and debauchery, was indescribable.
It was not alone the pose of the figure, which was straight and ordinary enough, but the idea which its demon features conveyed of unpitying lust and ferocity, which made the beholder shudder and the blood to curdle. Nearly six and a half feet high, the humanoid figure stood upright, the arms covered with long sleeves hanging close to its sides. It was clothed in a tunic of red satin to its hips; below, the legs were cased in loose hose. The short skirt of the tunic just ended at the junction of the thighs, and a belt of black leather confined it round the waist. One look at the face of this odd effigy disclosed only a tenth part of its malignity of expression. The eyes, bright and staring, moved on the slightest disturbance of the figure and seemed to follow the beholder with a ghastly, mocking intention of life. Responsive to certain movements of the body, the tongue protruded, red and shining, and gave a diabolic reality to the general effect upon the beholder.
Thus much of the mannequin in repose. As to the deviate use to which the Countess put it, we shall presently be able to know more.
The boudoir contained only one notable piece of furniture, and that was a couch, placed in the center of the apartment, covered, like the hangings, with delicate and luxurious upholstery. The end of the couch nearly approached the portiere and was designed after no common model. It was rather made and adapted to the exigencies of the combats of love, than for simple repose, and its secret mechanism was indeed, specially arranged with that in view.
The Countess Marguerite herself enlightens us further on the subject of these actions; these are her words:
"I enter the boudoir, I am alone, I throw myself upon the couch. I regard leisurely the closed curtain, -which hides my treasure. I try to banish thoughts of all else at the time. I abandon myself to the luxury of my passionate nature, -of my sexual debauchery. I feel a relief in thus casting off the real, for the worship of the unreal, of flinging from me the business of the ordinary world which I distrust and despise to revel, in the enchantment of my mystic diablerie. What to me are the forms and the ceremonies of society, of religion? I, who have secretly discarded both, and have raised for myself a deity and a worship rivalling that of the phallic god of old. Is not my Golom, -my sin demon, -as good a personification of power as their deity? Nay he is infinitely more powerful; for he is material, and he makes his presence known and felt."
It will be seen that the mind of the young Countess, long strained and tried by abandonment to all the vices and sexual licenses of the age, had assumed that stage when reason becomes perverted and the obligations of the outward would of religion and purity, lose their power of reasoning. That brain was already trembling in the blance between those extremes within which there are so many gradations. She continues:
"Yes, thou art a power and a force, and I, thy loveslave votary, will abandon myself to thee; in thy arms will I taste the full, fierce pleasures of the senses and submit eagerly and bathe myself in the luxury of thy caresses. See, I draw back the curtain which conceals thy features, which hides thy form of lust and horror, -to me only of delight ineffable. I fear not to look upon thy face, -demon through thou be. Sex Golom! impersonification of my religion, of the converse of ordinary things! I love thee, -I worship thee, -and will enjoy thee."
"I touch the spring, come forth from thy retreat, advance nearer the couch on which I await thee with impatience; let me see what thou hast in store for me today. Thine envious drapery veils thy precincts, but thy figure and thy front menace me always. Changeful in thine attributes, thou presentest to me ever the same visage of supreme malignity and lust. See! I touch the gong, thou hearest, for forthwith these comes the sound of the descending platform. Thine arms move, they become endowed with life, -thy tongue, thine eyes, express thy firm and fierce desire, -Ah! take me in lust Sex Golom, for I come to thee! "See again, I throw off my robe, I am nude; I throw myself upon the couch, I open my legs wide for you, my loins quiver in delicious expectancy of your loving. I touch again the spring, -my couch glides towards thee. -What hast thou to offer me, Golom? Quick I touch once more the spring, -thy tunic rises and with it thine arms; -ah! I behold it, -your big prick glorious, -in its strong erection, huge in its proportions, your balls immense, brimming with jo, swollen with seed, your penile head purple, glistening with hot desire unappeased, rises like the head of a serpent towards thy belt. Ah no, -thy strong arms touch me, reach over all my lower limbs; -thy hands caress me, they advance, they feel the center of voluptuousness, they part my pubic lips. I am ready.
-Thy body bulges forward, thy wishes are manifest:
-take me, Golom of love -take!
"See once more, -I touch again the springs, my couch glides nearer thee; -thy lower half separates, it opens, it parts my willing legs wide with it; on each side of thy thighs they spread, those columns, white and polished, of the temple they support. I am within thy reach; thy hands, lecherous and agile, already guide the weapon of thy lust. Oh! my'demon love! thou thrustest, thy big lancing prick enterest my cunt! -I am plugged with the volume of thy phallus, -my womb is penetrated by thy burning cock. Thrust again, -ah me! Hump -pump in me -in and out ah yes.
"I see thy mocking tongue, thy rolling, wicked eyes; thy movements kill me, thou hast possession of me now, Sex Golom, -push! -thrust; Ah! ah! -I can no more, I die -thy spasms come, -thy prick floods me, -ah! ah! The hot release bathes my vaginal walls with wet ecstasy."
From these entries, which the Countess was prompted no doubt to put on record for her own reperusal of the pleasures her perverted imagination provided for her, it is evident that the mannequin was only a mask and the outward shell of a sufficiently stout and tall body to admit from behind, the introduction of a real and sexually virile man, who putting his arms into the sleeves of the figure could feel the delicate sexual privates of the person on whom he was to operate. At the same time, an opening in the dress, expressly provided, enabled him to thrust through his erectile cock, and thus, by raising his tunic, the demon was made to exhibit himself in a ready condition to assuage the bizarre passion he had occasioned.
One would have thought that after so vigorous a coitus as that above described, the Countess could have been, for the time at least, content. But this was by no means the case; her lust was far too potent to be so easily satisfied.
After a very short interval of repose, the corporeal powers of the demon were again put in requisition. At a fresh note upon the gong, the same noise of a descending platform was heard and the hidden man was again sexually ready. The Countess had not troubled herself to rise, although for her convenience she had withdrawn and closed the lower end of her couch. On the spring being touched, the tunic of the demon was again raised, and exposed the huge cock, which, although of dimensions sufficient to have served the exigencies of the most salacious, was evidently not the same as had first made its appearance.
The same scene was then re-enacted. The Countess touched a spring and her couch glided towards the figure. Another touch to the mechanism, and the lower half divided, opening gradually, and the two parts separated, opening her thighs wide with them, reposing luxuriously all the time upon their soft surface. Then the hands of the dummy came into play; they sought, evidently without any optical assistance, the most secret sexual treasures of the Countess, and then adapting the enormous batteringram to the breach, renewed penetration of her lubricated pussy was quickly effected, the same humping( movements backwards and forwards took place and very soon the figure again, amidst the most diabolical of grimaces, poured forth a deluge of his seminal seed into her insatiable cunt. As many as six or eight of these sexual humps would take place, one after the other, the Countess herself sometimes adapting the weapon to the sheath; at other times reversing her position, and receiving between lips not specially adapted by Nature for the accommodation of such objects, the lewd outsprings of her favorite deity would suck the throbbing cock off until he came a creamy, warm gush, filling her mouth, the overflow running down her chin.
Sometimes the young Seigneur Roland was present on these occasions and then the scene appears to have included acts of Sodomy which Roland enjoyed. At the Countess's desire, he stretched himself on the couch in her place, presenting to the demon his bared buttocks, which the figure acknowledged with deep appreciation plowing his cock into Roland's arse-hole to the balls and in time flooding his innards with seminal sperm.
It has been shown that Count Aumont had conceived an idea of making Marguerite his wife, but her intimacy with the King stood between himself and his design. It could be only supposed, also, that this fierce and vindictive noble keenly felt the stings of jealousy at an intervention which thwarted his plans. He therefore lent himself without scruple to the purpose of the party who were even then conspiring against the life of the King. There was a well-organized band of plotters determined to remove the reigning King.
At this time the King was in the habit of receiving the Countess Marguerite in his Palace at Versailles, and he had prepared a secret passage to his sleeping apartment, the better to arrange her stolen visits to the royal bed.
Meanwhile, by means of certain secret intelligence, Count Aumont had made himself aware of these secret vists to the King, his master, and furious with rage, he now proposed to his confederates to put their project at once into execution.
One night, therefore, the conspirators, having, by reason of their rank and the offices some among them held at the court, gained an entrance into the royal Palace, they reached the sleeping apartment of the King. At the door, however, they were stopped by the faithful sentry, who refused to let them pass, notwithstanding that they excused their visit by exclaiming that the city was on fire, and that they must instantly inform the King. Finding threats and persuasions alike useless to move the man from his duty, they fell upon him, and in spite of his shouts for assistance, dropped him there and then, with swords
In the meantime the noise without had alarmed the
King, who had heard, it appears, the first challenge of his faithful Hussar.
An entry, of almost the same date in the journal gives the following particulars:
I had arrived as usual about ten o'clock, and the King came with his accustomed punctuality. I entered by the secret way, and he by the grand stairs. I heard the sentry present arms as he passed along the corridor. He was in usually good spirits, albeit matters had not gone quiet to his mind that day. I found him amorous to an extent he but seldom displayed. No sooner was he in bed than he folded me in his arms and kissed my lips with impetuosity. I had no difficulty in ^discovering his excited condition of penis; all his family were well made and strong in that particular at least. He begged me to toy with the impertial cock. I obeyed, and adopting it to my lips, excited the shaft still further by my warm caresses, and I sucked the burning pole until he came flooding my mouth with his sperm. Now that the $urge was off, he rose and mounted me, and in an instant he penetrated my cunt to the quick with his big dong. His movements were rapid and vigorous, the royal prick was worthy of its rank. His sighs, his murmurs of pleasure are in my ears yet, he was completely master of me and right royally he thrust up and filled me with his surging weapon. Then, all too soon, his ejaculative spasms overtook him and he sank upon me, discharging copiously into my pussy passage and enlaced within my arms, even though I had drained his big aching balls somewhat with my mouth, the first time.
The King was still reposing after the feverish excitement he had just undergone, when we both heard a sharp challenge followed by loud and angry voices. He sprang at once from the bed, motioning me to do the same. He seized his sword, and telling me to cover myself with a dressing gown, opened the door of the private passage for me to pass; I believe that he intended to follow. At that moment the door of the bed chamber opened; Louis turned around and faced the intruders, sword in hand; the door of the secret passage closed swiftly behind him, and I heard his night dress tear as a portion of it was caught in the doorway. I hastened on to the little chamber which was close at hand, and there, for the first time in my life, overcome with terror, I believe that I fainted.
I must have laid some time in a condition of insensibility, for the first thing that I remember was the clutch of a brutal hand and words of stern commands to which I was altogether unaccustomed. Shivering with fear and cold, I opened my eyes and encountered the contorted visage of Louis. With unspeakable horror I saw that his face and also his hands were splashed with gore.
"Come, my gentle beauty," he hissed close to my ear, as he raised me as he would have done a child in his strong arms, -"come, -I am different now, there is nothing rouses my lust like the sight, -the smell of blood, -and at least, my pearl! -my priceless one, I have thee! -thou art mine! come," he continued, as he printed hot kisses on my face and bosom, which had escaped from my hasty attire, and hugged me to his throbbing body in a significantly indelicate manner; -"now I will rape you, thou canst not escape me, the doors are closed, we are alone; -ah! dearest, dost thou dare oppose my will? but no, -thou do I value thy reistance, it but inflames my passion, be quiet, I say. I must, -I will."
Tearing open my robe, he glutted his eyes on my charms, and raising my chemise, he pressed his wanton hand upon my belly and in my pussy. I was powerless in his grasp. I saw him open his gown and let loose a red and flaming cock, he tossed me back on the yielding couch, and opened wide my creamy thighs, he threw himself upon me. He drove his stiffened member between the lips, the vulva opened, and the King, enraged with violence and lust because of the unsuccessful attempt on his life, with a groan of rapture, entered my vagina.
At any other time and under other circumstances, I might have succumbed to the provocatives to enjoyment which King Louis possessed, but situated as I was, scarcely in doubt as to the fate of the murderous conspirators which had only just taken place in the adjoining apartment, filled with horror and disgust, I could only clench my teeth, and seek to free myself from the clutches of his blood lust. Alas! my struggles only appeared to enhance his carnal enjoyment of my person. His movements became burning, his cock, hard and inflexible as a rod of molten iron, became tenser and more swollen as his excitement increased, it bore upwards with unpitying force, and with short, fierce jerks from his strong loins, he sought to complete his brutal act. His balls rubbed and bumped my labis. He reached the climax at last, and as he clung to me I felt a stream of his sperm gush from his prick and join his previous juices. Then he rose, hardly giving me time to collect my scattered senses, he took me along the passage towards the further entrance, then he handed me over to two men, who throwing a cloak over me, quickly placed me in a carriage and drove me to my own abode.
The barbarous attempt on the life of Louis has been too long matter of history to require any further allusion on my part. The role which the unhappy Countess Marguerite was fated to play in this ill-fated attempt, seems to have unsettled her mind.
The Countess did not escape the odium which attached to all connected with the assassination attempt. Louis banished her from the-court, and Count Aumont found means, apparently by working upon her fears, to induce her to consent to marry him. Accordingly she became his wife, -at least by right and in name. Count Aumont had very cleverly escaped the fate of the rest of the plotters.
This alliance did not, however, prevent her from persevering in her secret life of debauchery, for while Aumont continued to life within his own dwelling, the Countess still inhabitated her ancestral Palace. The young Seigneur Roland, her half brother, enjoyed her sexually and indeed lived still with his beloved mistress. He was the main spring of most of her inventions in luxury, and appears to have encouraged her in every species of profligacy and perversion in which he indulged.
Unable to satisfy herself with such delights as Nature gaves to the lot of mortals in their dealings with the amorous goddess, the Countess craved for the most outre, the most shameless and infamous of gratifications. No source of indulgence, however, opposed to natural laws, that could be fumigated out of the dregs of a mind so sexually depraved as hers, became too monstrous or too obscene for her. She possessed an album which had come into her possession from the Orient. This work, full of original water colour drawings of large size, beautifully and skillfully executed by a native artist, represented in each picture a young girl, who like herself, weary of the ordinary gratifications of debauched Venery, which had no longer any attractions for her debauched imagination, surrendered herself to the lewd caresses of the brute creation. An infinity of the most grotesque and indecent postures, wherein the heroine was portrayed in the act of sexual connection with various animals, succeeded each other, -each more bizarre than the preceding. In this album the Countess Marguerite took the greatest delight. She called to mind the stories of old, the fabled loves of the nymphs and goddesses, Europa and her bull, Leda and her feathered lover, all and every instance of the perversion of sexual desire.
Although the Journal is silent on the point, there is no doubt the Countess indulged herself in these irregular cravings of sexual beastiality. She makes mention of her two enormous dogs, and speaks of them in such terms as are only generally conferred on very intimate associates. She possessed a beautiful, milk-white pony, several asses of various breeds and quite a menagerie of apes.
How far, or into what abyss, these indulgencies would have dragged the beautiful heroine of these pages, it is not our province to inquire; but at this period there occurred an event which brought to a close a career, remarkable, if only for its irregularities.
"Count Aumont had been absent for some days, his presence always put me in fear. He had gradually commenced to surround me with servants and people of his own choice. In vain, I remonstrated, he became passionate and used threats, giving me to understand that he had the authority of the King to imprison me in one of his fortresses.
"On this occasion upon his return, I remarked a suspicious expression of forced good humor upon his generally disagreeable countenance. What can be in the wind? I fear mischief is brewing.
"It is true, -I am lost. He had discovered my secret -the shameful secret of my life. Oh! horror that I should have unconsciously led him to the bare suspicion; my Roland, -my hero; my all! he will be here, -he will kill me, -no, not kill -only imprison. Oh! God! what an imprisonment; a living tomb. I cannot, -I cannot face it; -death, death would be a thousand times preferable. Let me be calm, -how act? -Roland, -thou alone, my love and my revenge, -thou shalt possess thine own at last. I will atone, for I love thee, -Oh! Oh! I love thee!"
There is evidently a dreadful pause here, for the pen had been thrown upon te paper and had rolled across it, smearing the sheet wth a dark, irregular line of ink. Then it proceeds with a revelation, which was no doubt the immediate means of the curious document ever seeing the light in after times.
"I have done it, -death is better than the incarceration with which he threatens me. I shall live again in my Roland. I have taken the draught, it was nauseous, but it brings me peace, -peace from my enemies, joy to my Roland hereafter. Hark! he comes, 'tis his step; oh my darling, my darling, here quick, this packet; -indeed it is he, I cannot see, take thispacket, Roland! -Roland!"
Another terrible pause; if the surmise is correct that the Countess Marguerite had taken poison, she seems to have somewhat recovered from what she attributed to its immediate effect, for she proceeds with the final entry in the Diary as follows:
"He is here, he has been in my arms, his sweet embraces fill me yet with repture; -he would not be denied, -he little knew -his sex in me for the last time; -ah! but his kisses were bliss! -I am content to die. -Ah thee, he comes, his cock fills me with liquid pleasure, the wetness of the ecstatic bliss."
Here abruptly ends this final Journal. There is not much to add by way of explanation or sequel. From diligent inquiries made among sources of information not easily obtained by the public at large, I discovered that about this time the beautiful and unfortunate Countess Marguerite De La Villiers, daughter and heiress of the Duke De La Villiers, died suddenly and mysteriously; that her husband, the Count Aumont, whose brutal and licentious character was so well known, was held accountable for her death and was banished to his own estates in a distant Province, whereon he was compelled to reside for the rest of his life by the express command of King Louis. By the same hand, I learnt that Seigneur Roland served for many years in the army, and having attained the rank of General, retired to enjoy his leisure upon the estates of his father. He appears to have received special favours at the hands of the King, who, on production of certain papers by which it was said he claimed his birth-right, so facilitates his claim that there appears never to have been any question of opposition.
What those papers were, I can only leave for the reader to surmise.
Countess Marguerite's love idol, or grotesque machine of lewdness still exists and may be inspected by qualified students in a special room, along with other forbidden relics of the Court of Louis the XIV, in the Louvre, Paris, France.
The poor, wanton Countess with her depraved tastes. She is not alone.