Chapter 6
I got out of the lift on a very large sun-flooded flat roof. I was dazzled at first and, a few seconds later, when I was able to inspect the place where I had landed, the negro as well as the lift had disappeared. The marble flag-stones shone under the dense and warm light and seemed spreading endlessly, and its wide scope was still enlarged by the innumerable potted flowers and dwarf trees, the white statues and sundry metallic constructions: mobiles and abstract sculptures, which intermixed with the branches and the flowers. I took a few steps forwards and the sea appeared before my eyes, a bright blue sea, quite unreal. Deep sea and nevertheless seemingly solid and covered with blue marble flag-stones; smooth and waveless sea under the brightly uniform light.
The silence was total; it was endowed with the same abrupt quality as this light, the hotness of which kindled on my skin the luxuriant presence of life. I think that te most complete happiness assailed me for a while with the simultaneous perception of the sea and the sun, of the air and the burning marble under my feet. I walked slowly, trying to find the edge of the roof, and when at last I got to the railing on which the blueish air seemed to rest with hardly-perceptible palpitations, I had a kind of a certitude that I was partaking of the celebration of a perfect beauty in harmony with this background which, in this precise location of space and time, had the privilege to sum up the world.
Leaning on my elbows, I gazed at the island, narrow Japanese garden, scarred all over with small hills and valleys, at the foot of my tower. And my tower, surrounded by so many beauties appeared to me as concealing inside its flanks all the imaginable mysteries, all the images that can fill the unfathomable womb and spirit of Humanity. At this precise second, a voice behind me made me turn around abruptly:
-I was dying to meet you... Welcome here!
The countess was standing before me. She was still more beautiful, draped in a white dress which enhanced her peach-smooth and golden skin, the magnificent nut-brown color of her long hair. I could only mutter:
-You are... you are too beautiful!
-Who knows?... You have deserved an exceptional encounter to-day. Am I up to the exception?
I looked her squarely in the eyes, her extraordinary green eyes, as deep as life itself, and the gazes which inhabitated them stunned me: unrelenting intelligence and... I can't say more, the words vanish, but what struck me with the strongest intensity was really their inexorability.
-You were my aim.
-I had noticed you on the cliff. You passed all and every ordeal handsomely... Now you are endowed with some powers the exercizing of which my presence will warant you, in the meantime...
She gazed at my body with an extensive care, and the conscience of my being naked became suddenly utterly acute.
-I was naked the first time. The nakedness is cruder, besides what is the need of hiding the sex when the eyes are not hidden? Sex and eyes match, and one as the others open the world, lighten it for us. The morale which veils them can be dissipated by some definite scenes. It is only necessary, really, to find the kind of spectacle which puts us in front of ourselves... People have no more on than their mirror, take off the tin-leaf and you can contemplate the spectacle... Should it be revealed to you by an incident of any kind that sex and eye, jointly, sharpen your conscience, make it apt for a different perception... We can say it's only a matter of intensity. But we'll have ample time to talk about it later. Come on!
I followed her up to a kind of bower. Drinks were disposed on the table under it, waiting for us. She pointed a seat for me, a large blue arm-chair. There was the perfume of the flowers all around us; I felt I was sort of falling down to the depths of happiness.
-The Summer-night ritual was your incident... For my part, I am forever waiting for the unexpected, if necessary I create it ma-the-ma-ti-ca-lly... Any rite, any spectacle, in that they precisely rest on a mathematically immutable ritual, afford to the unexpected thousands of opportunities for of intrusion. Indeed, when the consciousness becomes sharper, reality scours itself and the skeleton of men, or, better, the field of their motivation can be recognized. There happens a miracle, a miracle utterly natural in the sequel of events: you climb up a cliff at the right instant, or Sanka, by chance, enters the room where, though unaware of it, you where waiting for her. One and only difference: ignorant and passive, Sanka will be the victim of her own lack of consciousness while yourself, warned by the keen perception of a kind of connexion, you save your life and make easy the birth of a new form of your own self... Really, I did no more than give you a chance. Why? Who knows for sure? When, the other night, I pointed to you, I was only choosing you to be tortured. Instead of enduring it or even of trying to escape it, you enjoyed it immensely... I know you probably did not want to enjoy it, but it serves only to prove that you are gifted. However I was the one who permitted you to turn from the role of a passive actor to the part where you were your own actor... This morning, I watched all your reactions on a screen... Your eyes betrayed the pleasure you were experiencing in the risk, in the horror... It goes for your sex too! You have a beautiful penis, may be did it help me to be well disposed in your behalf: firm and round balls under a fair-sized prick make a suggestive enough spectacle for as sharp a consciousness as mine is. Indeed I could have ordered them cut in order to increase my collection. I could even give them as a dessert to my favourite dog, but you obviously deserve better.
She moved one of her adorable feet toward me and she weighed my balls with only the tip of it.
-Good! You are ready to treat us to a nice huge draught any time, but I'm not exactly inte¯ rested by this aspect of your personality. Besides we have here a nice company of men at least as well equipped as you are. This game does tire me, to be true, save for a special kind of a ritual. Don't get the notion that I am frigid, why, do you want to feel it...
She leaned toward me, took my right hand and put it to her vagina. Its brims were moist.
I could feel all the sateen-like smoothness of the big lips, enriched by soft curls, and the hotness of her sex made my face burn. But she took my hand away.
-Do I stir you up? Of course, you can get horny: a nicely-stretched tool, jutting out in front of a quivering belly, it can be so much more exciting than your little limp thing lying on the bag of your balls. Men should never appear before a woman but with a hard-on... By the way, how did you find my dogs?
She did not let me time to answer, and went on:
-I did pick them out with the utmost care. They too have to stand a series of tests. Oh! I mean tests of all and every kind... But you will attend to them! You have had a good opportunity to see that they are very well-fed and... that they may be said skillfull. Here I have specialists of that kind of a training: former soldiers of the Legion and former cops too. Of course, their imagination is more on the one-way side, but they do wonders in that field. I do have, naturally, many other specialists, for any imaginable type of drilling: one couldn'y exhaust the resources of my castle... You will discover all this little by little.. By the way do you know the size of your prick? I should say size C. When one fuck, in my place, I have rather it be done by ranking sizes. Oh! It's only a matter of ethics. I like a show to be an exceedingly good one, and then I'm only half satisfied. Right now, are you at your best?
-Hum...
-I see you are not overprided. But it is not normal, not in this business. Moreover, since you succeeded in your obstination to meet me, you could not do it without spilling a nice amount of semen, this morning. Don't you agree that the skilled tongue of a dog...
We burst out laughing in the same time. Mona was definitely more and more beautiful.
-And my negroes! What do you think about my negroes?
-Wonderful! The most delicate palate that I ever fucked. Though it is still with a tongue of dog ramming my ass-hole that I should like better to give it to you.
-Have I got to understand that you might express personal wishes under my roof?
-None that would not be yours, dear countess, I muttered, again on my toes and by no means in a chivalrous spirit.
-Your education has been undertaken and perfected in two hours. You are really wonderful. But, tell me, would you like very much to slip it into me?
-"If you wished me to give you pleasure by the mere use of my pleasure.
-Good... But we may perhaps forget our conventional attitude and trust each other. I need someone like you to take a part in my shows for his pleasure and for mine. We have all imaginable accessories, and were you interested in spectacle?...
-I have a passion for it!
-Is it the only one?
-I dare say yes. It is not comprising all the others?
-Why, that's true, but in those, the sex must be allowed as much freedom as the eyes. Perhaps did you guess all that on the cliff...
-I had to content myself with being, to follow my desire and my will to be the strongest...
-Enough of that... What I'm looking for, what I'm every time looking for, is the bringing into play of a traumatism, fit to generate ecstasy and to extend it... I have come to the conclusion that cruelty alone is strong enough. is alone inexhaustible. Beauty cannot be celebrated but with as many sacrifices as possible, sacrifice alone can restore the bewildering intensity of its presence. You know it beauty when implying destiny never palpitates more intensely than on the lips of a wound. Habit did heal the cunts of women, the scar of the wound must be reopened, do you understand me?
-Pretty well. The whiteness of the bone in the depht of the wound, this is the forever bewildering sight, the hole across which time and God can me fucked, at last.
-You are perfectly right, though the mouth I have got in the middle of my crotch has eaten up Cod a long time ago... But you are right, cruelty must be divine so as to stir up a horror apt to chill you to the marrow, to scour your own self from all and every customs. The old pictures which can then be seen and the world which emerges at last are not soft. Bones are never tender but in babies and you don't have any other use for a baby but to roast it -and I like better a nicely-done pork roast. Of course, I do taste it yet from time to time, but it is only because this insipid flesh is able to disgust me most effectively. Your prick or even your thighs, that would be much more of a treat, dont you think so?
-I'm only sorry I cant taste the delicate dish...
-We could arrange some kind of a suitable medium... but, it's definitely no! I value you too much...
She burst out laughing, chilling me. My prick did shrivel somewhat, soon catching the countess'eye.
-May I?, she said.
She stooped over it, took the glan between her lips and began to lavish it with exquisite caresses : the tip of her tongue darded at the tiny hole of the urethra, while her right hand was weighing my balls expertly.
-I can as well size you up right now, she muttered; she looked up at me and I felt her glance piercing my face and boring up to the core of my brains.
Her extensively-trained mouth worked on me so skillfully that in a while I -or better, my rod -had reached my largest dimensions. Relentlessly her tongue was wrapping my glan in a moist and burning whirling, while my balls were still swelling under her hands. I felt I was literally carried away but did not cease, even once, to contemplate all her movements. I thought I had never gazed at a more beautiful scene than the one afforded by my splendidly-swollen tool plunging into this mouth which is distended somewhat and which in return left it gleaming with saliva, when in its see-saw motions it got out of her delicious lips. What a magnificent sight: the pumping of her suction deflated her cheeks which bulged out with the reverse process while my prick sank up to the hilt into the delicious cavity. What a magnificent sound: my balls slapping against her chin. What a magnificent sensation: her teeth grating delicately over the tool, from top to bottom.
I held my hands out, to embrace or to hurt her with love, but she pushed me back roughly with a sharp blow on my wrists. So I reclined back on my seat and relaxed, firmly decided that this game should go on as long as I could make it last.
Now she was scanning my face with unflinching eyes: she was watching my reactions, she noticed my smallest shudders. My prick pounded softly in answer to the fondling of her tongue, and excited her palate. I enjoyed immensely the sight her lovely face afforded me: at last it was pierced, at last her face was impaled, and her saliva foamed in the corners of her mouth when I plunged my fucking-tool with a sudden thrust. But, she left me abruptly and fell back on her seat:
-I knew it was a C size, she said icely, staring at me fixedly.
I was a little puzzled, a little angry, a little disappointed, but I could not let her have the last word, and I answered sharply:
-Your eyes cant deceive you. Like sex, like eyes, isn't?
-That'd it... Do you want me to get somebody to finish you off?
She did not give me time to answer, but rang the bell at once. A huge ape appeared at once.
-Kao, meet my friend de Veze...
She was introducing us with an engaging smile, with the best of her "hostess" manners.
The ape and I shook hands in very dignified and composed greetings.
-Kao is one of my favorites, I tell him everything in confidence, the countess told me. He is invaluable. Don't be mistaken, he is a real gentleman, a he-man! I declare be can't be match in the quest of virgins to maintain my supply of young girls... Kao! Look, my friend's prick needs your intervention.
The ape squatted in the exact place where the countess had kneeled before me and, with one gulp, swallowed all of my prick up to the balls in his cavernous mouth. Why, even I, who had just been acquainted with the rascal, I could not think of its mouths but of his mouth; indeed, Kao was a peculiar chap. Now he was staring at me with his little investigating and vicious eyes, nnw he squinted offensively toward my underbelly. For my part, I strove to look at the countess calmly. She told me:
-Kao is endowed with the most divine jaws. I could not dream of using any other kind of kitchen-scissors...
She was smiling ironically and I resolved unon grinning back with the same amused look; then I leaned over the beast:
-Hurry up, Kao! Quicker! and don't leave the balls out.
I began to stroke his lips and chin with my right hand and, suddenly, I opened its mouth and swiftly slipped in the whole of my fuckingapparatus, including the balls. The brute remained perfectly unmoved and only quickened his suction.
-His saliva can't really match yours, my dear lady, but his tongue is almost as skilled as the one of your dogs. Wouldn't you like to set his prick going?
I was utterly astonished because, at once, Mona squatted beside the beast and started to unsheathe his member:
-His prick exceeds all ranking sizes, she said.
Her hand squezzed the thing strongly and began a to and fro motion. Immediately the big ape made me partake of his pleasure by increasing the power of his pumplike suction. I dare say the spectacle was suggestive enough.
-I should narrate you the story of his life, but it would take hours. I bought him while travelling in South Africa. He belonged to the manager of a circus who was on the verge of getting rid of him the hard way because dear Kao had formed quite a habit of jumping in the ring during the riders' numbers and to rape the racing mounted girls. The assistance did quite enjoy the performance, but the papers started a campaign about this "vulgar spectacle fit for negroes" and the so-called ignominy of it. Police was on the verge of taking the thing in hand and the manager had not the heart to kill such a beautiful beast, which, by the way, he had bought for a nice sum. That's where I come into the picture -in fact the indignant papers had advertised Kao's achievments quite widely -and I offered a high enough price so as to be delivered Kao at once -and no questions asked. Very quickly Kao came to like me and, in order to make him forget his captive years, I took him on a vacation in the still virgin lands of Center Africa. I owe it to the truth that, at this time, I too wanted to make a dark-flesh cure, and that nobody could vie with Kao when it came to snatching a girl: my boat was amply supplied with dark girls in a few days without us being suspected in any respect; the nearer they came to the truth was when they began to spread the tale of a new King-Kong, god of the jungle and greatly interested in the capture of maidens now it has become a standing legenda in that area. Kao never tried to flee from me though he is entirely free to go anywhere he chooses to; but he is never far from my side, and he is the best of a body-guard^ for me...
The beast seemed to understand her narrative and to enjoy it very much. His eagerness would even have succeeded in draining my semen out all to quickly, but I was too much engrossed in the delicious spectacle Mona afforded me, squatting on the floor and directing her efforts on the masturbation of her friendly ape without ever ceasing to talk to me with a comic seriousness. But soon she had to apply her two hands to the task for the prick of the animal increased to utterly extravagant dimensions.
-You see, my dear, she went on, when a woman has impaled herself on such an instrument, she can't display very much concern for the males who belong to the same species as her, i.e. for the undersized human race. Of" course before being fucked by Kao, one needs to submit to a special drilling. Kao is the last stage of fucking... Be fore Kao, there was nothing; after Kao, there is not anything any more... I use his prick to punish the treacherous ones... the unfaithful... Think about it, if it was to happen to you, that one day... I, owe it to the thruth that Kao is not very sentimental, I think I saw him in love only twice counting out, of course, the eternal love he bears me -once, it was with a filly which he brought back from one of his expeditions, though I can't imagine how he achieved his kidnapping. What beautiful sight when he fucked his lover at full speed, his enormous balls dangling against the brim of the distended gash of the filly which kicked and leapt with pleasure. He was holding himself securely on its mane with one hand and, with the other, he beat the animal in order to make it race still faster. He came madly when the filly collapesed on the ground, out of exhaustion, and you should have seen, then, from the devastated lawns in the island, clouds of dust, screams and pleasure swelling and rising up to the skies. All and every in the castle ran to watch the show: women writhed on the ground, with real epileptic fits: they tore their clothes, their hair, clawed at the lips of their sex, went as far as impaling themselves on anything they could lay a hand on. I didn't keep count of how many died from a perforated belly, pierced out womb and bowels, because they had impaled themselves on the vine-stakes. The men could not fuck them quickly enough to keep pace with their own frantic rhythm, and they wrenched their sexes out, while the men who had not been able to secure themselves a woman in time, masturbated themselves utill they bled. Sometimes I had my dogs or my snakes loose among the scuffle, and the ensuing pandemonium can't be put into words! You can't imagine those scenes: the island burning red with blood, the trees, the walls, the pebbles white with semen and above the whole inferno a magnificent sun. The sun that lights up the arenas! The sun, the sun... the...
Now Mona was panting, carried away by the flow of vivid remembrances mixed with the efforts she had to exercice to keep her grasp on the gigantic member and to mesturbate it at full speed. My balls were aflame:
-Could not you call for somebody who would finish him of?, I asked to find an issue to the pleasure rising inside me.
She looked at me almost heinously:
-You are a fool! You wUl feel your mouth burst out around this prick, when I'll make it swell inside your mouth!
The ape had swallowed the whole of my fuckingapparatus inside his mouth, and had ceased sucking me. He was staring at me with his little round and cruel eyes; his jaws were tightening slowly. A cold sweart began to roll down my spine; Mona burst out laughing, I though everything was over...
-I had forgotten, dear, she said, that we are friends and that I have entrusted you with some of my powers... I am sorry... This show was not intended for you.
She stood up, then reclined back on her seat and drank her orange juice avidly. The ape was now sucking me again and his prick still jutted out monstruously under his belly.
-You will agree with me, dear Mona, that I'm not virgin enough to be submitted to this kind of emotions, I said, determined to win or loose everything.
-You must be right... Kao, go away.
The ape leapt on his feet and disappeared swiftly. My prick was still exceedingly stiff and seemed starched with the slobber of the animal.
-What will you have now, Mona asked: an anus of negro, of Chinese, of Englishman? The English is grainy, the Chinese stickier, but we have here fifteen different vaginas -of course, it will only go for a beginning.
-My dear, since we are so good friends, I think I'll content myself with your feet...
-You are not a bad actor, I think I was right about you.
She smiled, but, in a flash, a whip was in her hand a searing pain enfolded me.
-Thank you, I said, but should not you start?
She hesitated, then she raised her knees upwards and put her heels on my thighs. The soft heels nestled in my groin and I felt, along my prick, the smooth skin of her feet which began to quiver with her expert fondling.
-Good, I muttered, but I need a wider range. I should say your Mount of Venus would marvelously fit in this background...
-Why...
-Of course, you must show me this marovel.
Her feet did not stir, but she strained the muscles in her legs and three times the whip lashed me.
-Surely you do not require pressing, my dear? Really it would enhance the scene beautifully.
I wanted to convince her at all cost. I wanted to see, to have my own way and to watch, in front of me, the uncovering of the mysteries sealed by her dress. My face had taken on a smiling countenance and I had a charming earnestness, while I gripped the arms of my chair not to throw myself upon her and tear all her clothes. All fears had vanished. She had wanted me to be her accomplice: she had to give me a token of her good will.
Slowly, slowly, she opened her knees, while her heels did not budge from my groin, and it was as if her dress was torn from top to bottom because it was made of two flaps which slid along her legs. The calves, the knees then the thighs were bared, and, at last, the belly with its triangle of red hairs, curled like angels' wigs. But the closed thighs were still hiding the main point.
-Aren't you pleased? Your background is all set, isn't it?
-It's almost perfect, I answered. There is only a valley missing... You can start now.
Her feet gripped my prick and I rocked my haunches somewhat in order to help them. Their velvety skin stuck to the slobber of the ape, and worried my brake. Though the motion warmed up this slobber and soon the machine was working beautifully. The little curled mount rose and fell softly, following the rhythm of our action and I kept hoping that the rubbing of the thighs against each other would succeed in exciting the lips of her slit.
-Forgive me for pressing you, my dear Mona, but I so wanted that we begin our collaboration at once.
-It goes without saying, and for my part I did not wanted more than enriching somewhat the spectacle you are affording me. Your torso is too smooth, too brown: a few red stripes are very becoming to your complexion. I think you will understand how I long to add a few moreShe said so and at once the hissing lash enfolded my shoulders. It buzzed unceasingly around my ears, it flashed before my eyes. Its exceedingly supple leather complied instantaneously with the reflexes in her wrist. I strained my will to remain frozen under here yes now fully excited and shining cruelly. The thing lashed my back then folded on itself against my flank and its tip each cracking whip, she managed, with a swift blood dripping in beads.
-Wouldn't you like a nice criss-cross? she asked me abruptly.
-If I may have my way I like better the losange pattern. There is always a joker in a good tragedy.
She smiled.
The whip did not relent its rhythm. . Before each cracking whip, she managed, with a swift bending of her arm, to coil the leather lash almost in her palm and with a sudden jerking she made it spring from it with a sinister hissing. I could see the leather uncurling itself in coming toward me, and each time it reached me the tip of it was tinted red with my blood. The pain seemed to coat my torso but slowly blended in an immense sensation of hotness, and my balls blazed while my glan began to jerk spasmodically and to nod in every direction.
Mona's eyes sparkled more and more with excitement. Her feet seemed welded together, enclosing me inside their hollow center, and they pumped my prick with an increasing speed. Her beautiful haunches rippled every time she aimed a blow at me and her taut breatsts were succeeding in escaping the thightness of the dress. Matchless beauty of her delicate nipples underlined by an almost violet ring, breathless perfection of all this brown stretch of smooth skin, the valleys and the tapered outlines were boundlessly rising in front of me. Alone her face, though spirited by the terrific beauty of her eyes, remained, if I may say so, dressed, vaguely unattainable, contracted from inside on the still secret proceeding of her pleasure. Now the desire to pierce this mask was beginning to rise in me!
-Can't you do it quicker, I yelled. You should know how to waggle your thighs and your belly. What's become of your cunt, you slut?
The whip tormented me with a renewed ardor: my insults had landed home but the thighs remained tightly closed even if they were deeply reddening.
-You'll wear your skin out rubbing it like that.
-On your knees, you fool, she growled.
At the same instant, the whip writhed on the nape of my neck and in spite of myself I fell forward. My head ran against her kneecaps. Theu Mona took her feet off roughly, bruising my prick to which the slobber of the ape glued them. Another lash of the whip almost knocked me senseless and I fell back, with a searing pain in my neck.
-On your knees, she screamed again. On your knees, you dog, dirty slave, on your knees or I'll kill you.
I thought I felt my scalp ripped away by her blows. I was at her feet, panting with rage and happiness. She stood up and with a large stroke she blazed my back from the top of my spine to the parting of my buttocks, while the leather tip bit my anus. I looked up slowly, taking great pains to caress her legs with my hair, and kissed fervently her round knees, polished like marvellous pebbles.
What a common scene, de Veze, she said. One would think that you have not learnt anything from what you have been able to see this morning. You let me flog you like an angry mother when we should be bent upon inventing a new love. Why, let's call an end to that ridiculous interlude.
I leap to my feet, this time thoroughly infuriated, and I snatched her whip.
-Why shouldn't we begin with the beginning? I said, lashing her buttocks three times. Why not run the whole gamut and see once and for all if you know your prologue well enough before saying you can dispense with it. On your knees, clean me after your ape!
She obeyed, and I took a vicious pleasure in shoving the whole of my fucking-implements as far as possible into her mouth, all the while grazing at her back with the leather tongue. Then, and deep inside I was astonished at it, she began to rock h®r loins, her buttocks were now widely parted, and closed only to open again, while she looked up at me with shining eyes, filled, deep inside, with a wonderful appeal.
-Come, she cried, reclining on the mossy ground.
Before my fascinated eyes, her thighs opened at last and I saw the widely-gaping lips, her drenched gash flutter open, and the viscous proof of her desire stream on her red curls.' In a flash I was on top of her and my prick plunged into the torrid hotness of her belly the walls of which squezzed me furiously.
-I'm holding you, at last, she whispered. I wanted you to belong to me, to serve me. I could have you knifed in the back to exhaust at once the best out of your semen and of your sevual potency, but I like it better to make you last longer. You will see the multiple resources this castle can afford you. I want you to know them all. Go on, put it all the way, pierce me, strike your tool back and forth, anything you try you will never innovate as to the process, but the process may last as long as our life. A few additions are only necessary and there is the whole wide world to be scoured for the materials necessary to our discoveries. Pierce me while waiting for me to kill you or to give you a prick twice as big, why, everything can happen... I love you...
Her belly hollowed out its swell under mine. The previous events had already sharpened our desires and our two bodies, wedged together, were racing with the same rush towards the explosion of the final cry. She locked her legs around my waist, my balls slapped her big lips a thousand more times and suddenly a wide swirl of the entire flesh over the skeleton, our semen melted together while she furrowed my back with her nails.
She disengaged herself at once and pressed my mouth against her sex.
-Now it's your turn to clean me from your ape-slobber.
I began licking it; she stretched her body over mine and took my prick into her mouth. It was stiffening again but she-stood up very soon:
-Enough of it, my dear. I suppose we are now thoroughly acquainted. The next time ic will be really for pleasure itself.
-You are too beautiful!
-I know it, but dinner is ready and waiting for us. I do hope that your are going at last to invent somewhat more original things.
She led me across the terrace. The transparent cage of the lift was there again, seemingly by sheer magic. We took place in it and we were carried elsewhere.