Chapter 5
Stanley lives in a private house surrounded by a 'little park in the residential suburb. The first time I went to Paris I called him.
Always very cerimonious over the telephone, he answered, "Where are you my dear?"
"I arrived at the East station this morning. I've taken a room in a small hotel on Bonaparte Street at Samt-Ciermain."
"Come on over."
"When?"
"But right away. And bring your bags.
You'll live here during your slay." "I'm staying four days." "Fine, now come on."
*
A black valet came to open the heavy court gate on the top of which there was a blazon depicting a lion's head.
The walls of the large reception hall were covered with horror masks. They depicted imaginary animals, homed, horrible, sticking out their tongues.
In addition there were animal bellies and erect phalluses.
All of it created the impression of a pervasive and cruel grin filled with the teeth of laughing animal heads. To the rear there was a carved oaken sliding panel. Behind it was the post, the chains, the broguens, the leather boots and accrutements and the whips carefully ranged in a rack.
I was able to see all this by way of a door that had been left open. Stanley was waiting for me m an immense office into which the black servant introduced me. He was seated across the room behind a solid work table.
A friend of his was seated facing him in an armchair.
He says, "Hallo." and nothing more. The other man was thin and blonde with rather dark eyes. Very well dressed in an English styled costume.
He regarded me without smiling, as if he were trying to remember my face.
Stanley pressed a button encased in a leather cylinder. A half-breed maid appeared.
"Undress her.", Stanley said pointing at me.
The Englishman continued to look at me coldly, I even wondered if I aroused the slightest curiosity in him.
The half-breed's movements were quick and precise. She took off the jacket of my tailored suit and then unhooked my sweater in the back and made me slip it off along my arms. She unhooked my bras which fell to the ground, leaving my breasts bare and trembling.
Down came my skirt, sliding down my tighs. It was the first time that I was wearing black smoked stockings and black under-pants bordered in lace of slightly lighter shade like an ink blot on my slightly tanned belly. The whip lashes had left their marks, fine and 'long, on the flesh of my shoulders.
"Leave her stockings on. Her pants too."
The Englishman gestured to me with his hand I went up to him. He stretched out his hand and with a single jerk ripped off my pantys and threw them over is soulder.
"Sit down on the edge of the table." commanded Stanley.
I obeyed, my thighs spread as wide as they'd go, exposing my cunt to the Englishman.
He was still looking at me. He only stared at the center of my body into the dark and curly bush, covering my cunt. He sait nothing and showed no emotion.
Finally he took out his cock and remained a long time just holding it in his hands, continuing to stare at me all the while.
Then he came toward me. "Turn around!"
I turned, presenting him with my buttocks, my feet set on the ground, my legs spread out as far as they would go. I thought that he was going to fuck me doggy style. Stanley was looking at me with an enigmatic smile.
The pain made me scream out, but I dug my nails into the edge of the table and managed not to budge. In the wall mirror I saw the Englishman's arm and then his hand which was holding a riding crop, rising and falling. Three times the leather tool came down on my buttocks. Then he dropped the whip and with a single bound shoved it in.
He was inside my cunt His mouth bit at my nape, his fingers tore at my breasts.
My eyes never left those of Stanley's. He was saying to me, "Look at me, keep looking at me. I want to see you come, you're going to come..."
His voice was far away like that of a medium and mine too took on that quality, a little lost. I repeated, "Yes, I will come, I will come well..."
The Englishman kept at it slowly. He stuck it in slowly into my cunt and then took it almost all the way out again before slowly thrusting it in, once more with a steady beat.
Just when he was about to come I began to yell. Yelling with joy and pleasure. \ was having a real orgasm, full of passion. My come juice was pouring out of my womb and over his cock. I felt my juice flooding him, running over his balls. I waited for his.
Suddenly he grabbed me and forced me to kneel down and then jammed1 his cock into my mouth. I swallowed it all, hardly stopping to take a breath, drooling just a little of his whipped cream.
"Go take a bath now. And remember no pantys and no bras."
I got 'Up slowly, obeying my master's orders.
All in Stanley's house was period except for the bathroom which was ultra-modern. The floor was covered by a clear black mosaic in which one could see oneself like in a pool of dark water. The walls too were 'black as was the tub which was long and built into the wall.
Jade colored shelves contained bottles of salts and perfumes of all kinds. The towels were of a rainbow of pastel colors. Long and full bathrobes were hung on the door.
The half-breed helped me get into the bath which she had drawn for me. The water's temperature was perfect, even if it did accentuate the burns caused by the whip, but the over-all effect was delicious and all my body relaxed. no
The servant massaged me, and washed me all over. She caressed my breasts with her soappy hands with a great gentleness her expert fingers caused my nipples to become erect. Those same fingers then slipped into my pussy. Then she rinsed me off.
It was then that the negro came into the room. Completely bare. His cock erect and aiming straight at me. He carefully dosed the door. The woman smiled. He said, " Do you want to... you no say anything?"
I nodded my assent. I desired it, I still desired it.
I got out of the "tub and propped myself up against the edge, leaning on my hands, my thighs spread wide, waiting to deceive him.
He came at me without any preamble. I risked that. His cock shot into me, sinking into my very depths, with one single thrust. He fucked like he danced, in undulating his entire body. His balls, sagging and spongy, banged against my ass in a wild cadence. He panted. I whimpered. It lasted a long time.
It lasted at least twenty minutes. I came three times, deep orgasms, liberating all my sensations of pleasure, gasping, rattling in my throat and letting out with the bellows of a bitch in heat I listened to myself and that doubled my pleasure.
The maid watched us. She had pulled up her apron under which she wore nothing and was masturbating herself in time to our fuck grinde, and she too letting out little cries of pleasure. She had big tits which burst through the top of her uniform.
Afterwards I went to sleep in a little room with red walls, to which I had been led. The furniture consisted of the bed and an old carved chest into which my travel things had been jambed.
On the wall was hung the stuffed head of a laughing donkey. It was attached between two gigantic horns.
It was the negro who came to wake me. He shook me gently by the shoulders.
"Missy... de boss, he want see you."
I went down. Stanley was waiting for me in the large reception room. The oak panel was pushed back and so revealing the instruments of torture. Three men were there, seated in armchairs. All three were wearing kimonos of different colors.
I had put on a dressing gown.
"'Nude, slave!" cried Stanley.
I took off the dressing gown.
"Down on your knees. Here, in front of us."
The half-breed came over next to me. She too was naked. She got to her knees, her head lowered. Around us the masks leered, lit up* from underneath by special light fixtures.
The negro remained standing. He only wore a loincloth. His dick stuck out from the side of the cloth.
"You, Jean, slave... you have made love with this negro." "It isn't true." "You're lying." "No, I..."
"Explain to her... you." "Missy, de wall, you kin see through it. Dem menses dey look at you an' me." "Bastard!"
"Don't insult my black. You're going to be punished, and the maid as well for having been your accomplice."
The negro jumped on me and carried me away. I let him attach me without struggling, first the feet into the broguens and then the arms in the form of a cross. I was beginning to be aware of the hidden significance of this sinister game and k excited me all the more.
A spotlight suddenly lit up my body, making it whiter than it was. The men were watching, hidden in the darkness.
The negro's laniard cut into the front of my body. I screamed. I howled. It came down repeatedly and I continued screaming, watching all the while the negro's cock which kept swelling, jerking up, getting out of proportion with each successive blow. He enjoyed that, he loved it., and would have liked..
I could here the heavy breathing of the men. They were jerking each other off, hunched up on the floor, all sticky with gook and watching all the time the blood running down my body. It felt like hot snakes running all over my body, leaving the sticky tracks which were my fine wounds.
I was half-conscious and I was hoping that k would continue till I fainted.
The negro unloosed me but I hardly felt him doing it. He threw me to the ground without making any effort of caution. I saw him going over to the half-breed.
"Your turn with the whip, Jean."
The girl was crucified. Her long cylindrical legs opened to show her kinky cunt, full of black reflections of bluish tones like the underside of a crow's wing.
Her tits were magnificent, big, very round, with large pointy nipples which were 'like fingers. She gave off a strong aphrodisiac odor. While waking for what was going to happen she had closed her wide eyes bordered by deep black lashes, and her still mouth had thick jutting lips which made one think of a fresh wound.
The negro shoved the leather boots toward me. I put them on and around my waist I buckled a wide leather belt that covered all of my middle, from my tits to my cunt. Although my back was completely encased I could still move and bend down.
The body in front of me swung slightly. Without warning I lashed out with the whip. I had aimed for the waist and with skill. The snake uncurled and then wound about her like an avid tongue reaching her ass, an ass round and protruding. The half-breed never made so much as a sound, nor so much as a shudder. I aimed for her thighs. I lashed out faster and faster. I saw the lash cut red .furrows into the flesh and then the blood oozing out slowly.
I directed my weapon toward the shoulder. I continued to lash out with force. This time I got her tit She remained impassible, her eyes remained closed, but I noticed that all her muscles were contracting and jerking. I drank deeply at the cup of her pain.
"That's enough."
I obeyed with regret. The black had disappeared. The spot light was turned off. I released the half-breed. She rolled over onto the floor and remained there motionless. I then bent over and began kissing her wounds. I enjoyed the salty taste of the hot Mood that came away on my tongue. Very soon she was reciprocating my caresses. Her mouth took mine prisoner, and then my tits. It was a big hot mouth, feminine, well muscled; I liked its contact against my swelling tits. I ran my fingers all over her smooth skin, so soft and then into her tropic and well lubricated pussy.
She took my clitoris between her long fingers. I did the same for her. We came, but without great violence, pleasurably, pressed against one another, forgetting our wounds. Behind us we could hear the men panting. I saw Stanley on all fours getting bung holed by the Englishman.
We remained stretched out on the floor of the room, as inert as it...
The sky was turning to a rosy hue when a tiny bell began to ring-sharply. We heard k as if were the bell of a small nearby chapel.
Stanley was standing at the window and his silhouette was all shadow against the streaming light of day. I saw his arm rise and begin to gesture. I went over to him. Far down the street there was a man leading a little donkey with two baskets of herbs on its back. Stanley suddenly grabbed some cloths near at hand and put them on hurridly. "Come on."
We ran across the park half undressed. The man and his donkey were now up to the gate. Stanley motioned him to stop. He was a good old soul, the kind one can still find in the country. He was selling aromatic herbs.
"What would you like?" he asked, "they're very healthy. Natural herbs, you know, you can burn them and that perfumes the whole house... and there are those for teas, and..."
"I'll buy the whole thing." said Stanley.
"All of it?"
"All."
The man looked at us with incredulity. But the impressive looking house must have reassured him. Joy and happiness krept into his coal nugget eyes.
"The donkey too." Stanley added.
"You want to buy my donkey? But that is impossible my good sir, I need him for my work."
"You can always find another. I'll give you two hundred dollars right now, how's that?"
"Two hundred and fifty," says the other who by now had succeeded in overcoming his surprise, "Damn... I don't gain anything on the donkey, he's young and strong, and the time during which I don't have him..."
"O.K., sure. Take this and get.."
He had pulled a roll of fifty dollar bills from an inside pocket The man took the bills, counted them quickly and left double time without waiting for his change, leaving his small donkey behind him. He turned around to look back several times. Perhaps he feared that we would change our minds and try to catch up to him.
Stanley put the donkey to pasture in the park. It was an enchanting animal with soft and tender eyes. He permitted himself to be led with docility, letting out with little heehaws of satisfaction, now that we had relieved him of his sacks.
The negro appeared at the front door of the house and anounced that dinner was served. A A large car drew up to the outside gate which then opened mechanically from the inside. For a moment I thought that it was Jerry. But out from the car stepped a stout man wearing glasses. The glasses reflected the light from the setting sun and gave him an air of uneasiness.
He was accompanied by two women. One of them was very young, certainly no older than twenty. The starlet type, wearing a tight fitting dress which agressively outlined her breasts, a flat stomach, long nordic thighs, well shaped calves, a high well rounded ass perfectly outlined and with the cheeks well separated. On top of all that, screwed on a swan's neck was a very white and smooth face with huge black eyes which however lacked expression and all of it was topped by a flamboyant head of hair, partly blond and partly red. Her mouth was a swollen pout worked over with a brush and it was quite visibly made for sucking.
The second one was more opulent, rather the southerne type with large buttocks hung a little lower, volumonous tits also hung low, and her round belly swelling out the front of her black dress. An oval face with olive complexion and a good mouth.
"Go and get dressed." Stanley says to me, "Put on a very plain black dress, no panty*, no bras. Wear net stockings."
I disappeared into the house. When I reappeared dressed as I had been ordered to, the guests were in the dinning room. The long table was lit by glass cocks with bulbs in their interior. The table setting was of pure silver, unworked and ith no pattern. I was seated between Stanley and the Englishman. The stout gentleman was facing me. He looked at me surreptitiously from time to time and I saw his eyes light up. Mine were drawn. It was that which must have excited him. I immediately decided that he was not one of the habitual frequenters of the house. This wasn't a man like Stanley or *he Englishman. He did not have their fascinating coldness and deliberateness and disarming impassibility.
The negro and the half-breed maid served us delicate fish, meats prepared -in such a way that one could not recognise them, but they were delicious to the taste. I suspected mem of being stuffed with aphrodisiacs. There were servants which I had never seen before working in the kitchen. Three negros carrying flutes that resembled those of Saint-Jean de Luz entered.
But they did not remain in the dinning room. Stanley got up and led them to a little room off to the side separate from where we were by a curtain of bamboo beads. We could barely make them out and they could not see us at all.
Their twisting and tortured music began to rise. At the same time the incense burners began emitting their mysterious fumes, smelling of belladona and rare perfumes.
Stanley turned to the half-breed, "Prepare the women. You, go and help her." he whipered even lower, "You'll put on the leather costume The one of an animal trainer, but with your tits and cunt uncovered. Now go."
He got to his feet and bowed:
"Ladys, you are much too dressed-up for such a simple evening. If you would be so kind as to follow my servant."
As for that servant, the man with the glasses, balding at that, and his two companions hadn't stopped to stare at her. She was completely nude underneath a transparent uniform. The women had spent much of their time looking at the negro whose cock was always showing between the flaps of his loincloth.
Now their eyes lit .up A dry feverish color spread over their cheeks.
I took them to the boudoir situated between the room of pleasures and the dining room.
"Get undressed." I say.
"Completely?" simpered the youngest.
"Of course."
She clucked as she took off her dress. Her companion was ready to 'burst in her under things. The bitches, they were just dying to be had. They had come for a good free for all, but I was thinking that they weren't aware of how things were done here.
I left the half-breed to finish undressing them and behind a screen I found a pair of boots, a pair of narrow leather pants, opened in the front and which clearly showed off the inside of my thighs and cunt, an open blouse of leather as well, and a whip. I slipped into my pocket a magnificent dildo which happened to be there, made of black rubber with a bulb. You never could tell.
The two women were still in their pantys.
When they saw me they blanched and gasped Already the chain manipulated by the half-breed was bending the younger.
"Beautiful slave!" I said and gave her a tremendous slap on the ass that made her yelp. The outline of my hand remained.
The other had a moment of hesitation. Another chain coller changed her mind. The halfbreed tackled one and I the other. I expressly knocked mine down. I quickly fastened the irons I had picked up onto her ankles. You had to have a key to open them like handcuffs, there was no great chance that either one of them would be able to get free in the near future.
"March, slaves. Forward."
They screamed with rage.
"This is horrible. We don't want anything to do with this."
I almost burst out laughing when we walked into the room. The fat man too was chained and fettered. He was purple with anger.
They had forced him to get on all fours. The Englishman with the most serious of expressions was ingeniously trying to circumvent the fat man's contorsions in order to introduce into hiss ass a very strange looking dildo which was quite thin and terminated in a bouquet of feathers, resembling a peacock's tail. He finally succeeds. "March," says he, putting his foot on the small of his back. The other foaming with anger, "No! No!" "Jean!"
It was Stanley who had called my name. He pointed to the victim. I went up to him and let fly my whip full force. The other howled.
"March, dog... forward."
I whipped him some more. I was liking it more and more. I licked him in the ass with my very pointed boots. He finally gave in and began to move forward.
"Around the table, till you're told to stop and stop the noise."
The two women were sobbing.
"Well my darlings," says Stanley, "you did come for a free for all. You had been told that one had a ball at my place, you wanted' to be invited, well you'll see how much 'fun we're going to have."
I noticed that the third man of this afternoon had left... invited elsewhere perhaps... or just tired.
The flutes were reaching dizzying heights. The oak panel had been slid back, revealing the chains, the rack and the broguens.
"Tonight, you run the show." Stanley tells me.
I didn't fed like participating in pleasure directly. I was filled and v^eary. I felt like enjoying the show.
"I'd like to see both of them suck off the nigger, both at the same time, just to stimulate our appetite."
"No, I don't want to." cried the younger one.
A sharp blow of the whip on the shoulder and her scream died as the blood first oozed.
"We're going to start with you and you're going to suck like a queen; you're going to slide your tongue into his ass hole and then over his balls, his cock and then you're going to swallow his come juice."
"No!"
"Do we crucify her?"
"Yes," says Stanley quietly, "the only thing to do is to crucify her."
Between the two of us we dragged her over to the chains hanging from the ceiling, despite her yelling. She was twisting, shuddering, crying and swearing. She was beautiful, her whole body trembled with fear, her tits vibrated, and her haunches rolled.
As we were histing her up on the rack, her arms hanging loose, her fear got the best of her and she was unable to contain herself. A brown and greasy substance ran down her thighs. She became aware of her defecation and couldn't contain a sob.
The negro's eyes were burning. He leaned over toward Stanley and asked, "Can I bung hole her?" so that only his master could hear.
"No. Take the other one."
The half-breed was looking at us and he gave her an order in a strange language.
The negro was on top of the woman already. She was struggling. I went over to her and turned her over on her back and spread her thighs by twisting the chain that bound her ankles.
"Help me." said the negro.
Stanley watched us. I wet my fingers and spread apart her heavy brown ass cheeks. The hole was there, nice and round with a pretty pink hem and the little brown center, just like a pretty truffle. I bent down and ran my tongue around it. A shiver ran down her whole body. I put my finger in and twisted it around several times.
"You're hurting me." she whimpered.
But her little groans belied her words.
The negro grabbed her around the stomach and lifted her up to his height
"I've never had it done to me... 1 don't want to.
The negro was suffering. He couldn't get into her. While the other one was hanging like a hanged man, Stanley and his friend had come to watch us perform.
I pushed the black away. I brought the dildo out of my pocket It was a rubber cock and by squeezing the terminal bulb which resembled a pair of balls one could fill it with liquide by suction. When filled it became very hard. There was a mechanism to contain the liquide and the pressure. By removing a ring one could liberate the contained liquide which then shot out by the hole at the tip of the simulated head. It spurted out in one powerful jet
"Spread out her ass hole." I say to the negro.
He does so skilfully with his thumb and forefinger. The dildo is well greased. I start pushing it in very slowly. The woman screams as if she were getting her throat cut The negro had Stopped spreading it out. He had slipped himself half way under her and now plunged his big dong into her cunt.
I felt the heavy cock knocking up against my instrument. I kept pushing it in.
When I had shoved it in good and deep, almost three quarters of it, I stopped pushing. I leaned over on the brunettes opulent back. I grabbed her tits in my hands and beautiful tits they were with thick juicy nipples that swelled and choked between my ringers, palpitating at the tips of their round and firm rooted globes.
I attached myself to the rubber instrument and like a man I began pumping at her in time with the negro's humping.
After a few moments the woman stopped sobbing. All at once, she began to wriggle, her hips hunching around against mine and the smell of sweat mingling with the negro's oder went to my head.
She was yelling, "Oh, it's too fucking good! ah, I'm coming, ah, more, do it some more!"
I felt her come two times, one orgasm on top of the other. It was as if somebody had puched her in the belly. Her pelvis jerked against my stomach and I felt her emptying herself out.
Quickly I pulled out the dildo. I called the negro. It was he who replaced me. He got into her ass hole without too much difficulty while she continued to moan with passion. I went to the front of her and began to kiss her on the mouth like a man in love. Then I went back and shoved the dildo into her cunt and started to fuck her as a man would. At the same instant that the negro let out a deep bellow I pulled off the little ring, liberating the sticky fluide. On the other side I felt the negro's come juice spurting into her.
The thighs, ass hole, pussy of the woman were now nothing more than a mixture of come juice, grease, liquide, and sweat. She was wriggling and trembling. She was still coming even though we had already pulled out of her and despite the fact, according to her, that her ass hole still hurt her a little.
I turned around. The donkey was in the room being led by the half-breed. He was looking at us lovingly.