Chapter 7
A Black Mass...
That is how one calls a certain sacriligous ceremony. I kept coming back to Stanley during a whole year. To tell story of all our dinners and orgies would take too long and would perhaps be tedious. One has to experience these things in order to understand them. As for me, I now was capable of pleasure only by experiencing pain and humiliation. The two women of the donkey evening did, as Stanley had predicted, come back. They were one of us. But I remained Stanley's favorite slave. Never had we made love together. He loves me and I love him. Not in the way people normally love each other, but then is there a normal way. Who and in the name of what principles could impose rules on love.
The way of loving. To each his own. Perhaps I say that in order to justify myself. The best Way is not to try to understand.
It was in June, one year after our meeting.
Stanley had given me a coat lined with wild mink, the outside was of black English linnen; it was very ample -it was beautiful. I used to leave it at his house. That evening he told me, * * *
"Put on your coat with nothing underneath it." We went out.
I never ask for explanations. I didn't give in to my curiosity and that was part of the peasure that I derived from being in his company. I was really a slave and when I think about it I think that I was doing nothing more than to fulfill the dumb desire of every woman: to be the veritable slave of a man.
We took off in his car. I always placed my heels onto the edge of the seat with my knees spread well apart, my cunt up in air, open, "assessable " as he had told me the very first time.
We drove to the Gate of St. Cloud and then we took the West parkway. Stanley drove very fast and soon we reached the cutoff for Chartres. More parkway. Just before reaching the lights of the city we turned off on a narrow cross road and then continued down many side roads till we came to a castle.
There was a high grill with a coat-of-arms on it. A long path led away from it to the mam building which was flanked by two turrets. It seemed to be well cared for. Renaissance period it as.
We didn't stop at the porch of the building but continued down across the vast park. Soon I noticed that we were going to stop next to a large chapel which was slightly hidden by vines. It was ten o'clock. The moon was full and was resting on the short but very delicate chapel spire like the dot on the i, as the poet once said.
A cat's miaowling came from far off. It took a long time for its cry to the out in the surrounding country-side. Just as it was about to the com pletely out it was taken up by another analagous to the first, then another... animals in heat had taken rendez-vous. "Put on this mask."
Stanley was handing me a black wolfs head which I took and put on. It hid my lace from my forehead to just below my nose. The mouth was free and there were two long slits where the eyes should have been and which permitted me to see.
We could see shadows passing in the dim light of the parking lights, black, wrapped in large coats or in capes and all of them masked. They were whispering. In this ancestral' setting, all this had an air of the unreal and terribly disturbing.
The light from the moon played on the bell tower. An owl cried out in echo to the cat miaowlings.
We entered the chapel by an bid wooden door covered by iron work like an did chest. The floor was covered with a black carpet. Candles flickered all along the walls, casting long fantas magoric shadows that danced like strange decapitated figures.
Instead of saints the walls were lined with images and effigies of Lucifer. He had an hideous head which resembled that of an old monkey's with horns, a pointy goat's beard and a skinny body. His penus was of all shapes, sometimes like a corkscrew, covered with scales, and again huge and erect.
People in black were kneeling and seemed to be praying in the vacillating and indecisive light.
Fish were burning in all of the interior chapels. Their odor rose in fine whisps of smoke, which went to one's head and created a sense of unease. They ould probably drive you crazy after a certain amount of time.
The alter was very low and covered by a large red sheet. In back of it mere hung an inverted cross. On it was a statue of Lucifer, but very large like a gargoyle. He was stretching out his neck as if he were going to vomit. His skinny torso was drawn in. The light of the candles painted a leer on his large toothless and drooling mouth, A thick bunch of straw served as a loincloth but his cock hung down below it as well as his enormous ball.
Stanley kneeled down and I did so as well at his side. The newly arrived did likewise. When finally the assembly had grown to about twenty the door was closed and firmly bolted with a huge metal crossbar.
It as then that the childrens choir came forward into the choir stall which was not sepaprated by any grill from the reste of the chapel.
Their chasubles were black and on their front and back were embroidered huge phalluses. They chanted a sort of monotonous melody which had no words and which kept rising, becoming more and more gripping. They were certainly very young. They were three.
They came and knelt down before the alter. Then the priest came and knelt down as well. He was tall and thin, dressed in red with a giant cock of gold embroidered both on his chest and back. However, a horizontal bar intersected the symbolic cock, thus forming and obscene and inverted cross.
He was holding a black cross in front of him. He carried it upside down. As he kneeled down he cried in an exalted voice, "Veni Satanas! Veni!"
The assembled congregation took up the chant, "Veni Satanas! Veni!"
The priest dangled a tiny bell. He poured some wine into a bowl and then placed next to it a large black wafer. He took them in the reverse order, first the bread and then the wine. He exclaimed, "We adore you, oh Lucifer, king of Hell, god of light; come to earth for the pleasures of the living oppressed by Jesus."
"We adore and worship you, Satanas." repeated the crowd.
There were several more invocations of a similar order which all did evil to our Lord.
The fish were still diffusing their dangerous fumes. One could hear the women breathing very hard. Some of them were beginning to tremble gently, their head lowered, their hands joined.
A magnificent creature came forward to the alter. It was a tall brunette, whose skin was the color of milk. Her breasts were huge but held high and firm in an astonishing way, considering their size. This woman who was very young was a living piece of marble. Her shoulders were wide and straight Her waist was very thin beneath her large bossom. Her hips encased like grecian vases her round stomach which was neither flat nor protruding. Beautiful, moving, and signed by the dark triangular patch of her cunt in the hollow of her crotch of, her legs were those of a pure bred race horse.
Her hair rolled down over her shoulders and continued down in shining waves to the small of her back, brushing against her breasts as they went by. She had her arms stretched out showing the foamy bushes against the white fine skin of her armpits.
She had very large rings around her nipples who were equally large and round and stuck straight out from the middle of their rings.
Her large oriental eyes were half closed. Her mouth was slightly open, thick and perfectly outlined. I thought of other lips... thick, firm and soft, moist like those. I felt like kissing this un believable creature, to run my tongue into her mouth, over her tits, over her entire body. I would have plunged k into her luxuriant pussy, I would have sucked up all the juices of her passion with complete abandon.
"Lower your eyes..."
I obeyed Stanley with difficulty.
The priest's voice rose, "Oh, woman inspired by Lucifer, I have chosen you for the celebration of the black prayer... by you, I shall foil the five pointed star of the oppresser... I'll give hommage to our god, the giver of light and joy.
The dark woman stretch herself out on the alter-table with her thighs fully spread apart, the legs hanging over the edge, her arms stretched out forming a cross and her hair flowing like a long inert body to the ground.
The priest first placed an inverted cross on her stomach and then a bowl. He muttered endless incantations. Then he took a black wafer that one of the choir boys was holding out to him and introduced it into her vagina. He then began to kiss her breasts and her stomach reciting strange prayers all the while. We were now permitted to raise our heads and watch and the whole as sembly breathed as one person, or rather panted. The stretched out girl began to undulate: very slowly at first, imperceptibly. Then faster and faster she worked her whole body with remarkable plasticity in the rhythmic stroking of love* act It was a fast bump and grinde.
The priest took the wafer out of her cunt and threw it into the audience. A woman grabbed it. Another tried to take it away from her. I saw two bodies, naked under their coats, fighting. That lasted but a short time. The woman who had caught the wafer was eating it as fast as she could.
The children of the choir came forward and knelt down between the spread and hanging legs of the girl and each in his turn lengthily kissed the dark vagina. Her body continued to hump in the uncertain and suspicious light.
I fuck you in the name of the Living God"
The priest came forward between the choir children and knelt down in turn. With care but ardently he began to excavate the offered vagina with his tongue. The woman-alter now began to moan. Then words escaped from her lips, too low for us to hear, but we could guess that they expressed intense pleasure...
Now, a very young lamb was brought out, bleating. The person carrying it was a man dresser in red and masked. He wore no emblems on his cloths. He raised the crying animal over the body of the girl.
"'Lamb, child of innocence," cried the priest in an exalted voice, "I am going to kill you in order to deliver you unto your God. I kill by disdain of your innocence, for we want to enjoy the pleasures of this world."
A long knife glittered in his hand. He felled the animal with one blow, plunging the blase into his throat There echoed a loud bleat and then the blood ran down and covered all of the white body. It ran over her breasts, down between her thighs. It trickled over her cunt, on her hips and on the face.
The choir children had taken up the bowl and were now collecting what remained.
It was an extraordinary spectacle in this cellar like light and the girl stained red all over with the fresh blood of the animal.
Suddenly she rasped. "The consacration, dog of a priest, consacrate!"
The priest let fall his cape, sweeping it aside with a majestic gesture. He now stood there completely naked with his cock throbbing.
He grabbed the girl by the waist The children bent over her, they kissed her breasts, one each, and the third kneeled down behind the priest and was to suck the priest's balls while he was copulating.
He thrust it in with one big hump of his ass and the girl gasped out a moaning rattle which seemed like it would never end. The blood which ran over the girl's body now got onto the priest's and they soon had the appearance of two beings in the prossess of ripping each other apart alive.
They were accompanied by the yells of women in the audience. Filthy language, hysterical screams mingled with the ever denser vapors of the burning fish.
"I'm going to come! Gome !" cried the priestess.
The priest pulled out like a shot, the choir youth had caught his cock in both his little hands, and now brought it to his mouth just in time to skip down with joy life's liqueur.
The woman had fallen back onto to the alter. Her pelvis, however was still raised, and her body stretched like a Irving bow, and no longer moved. Only a sort of violent and visible ripple ran down her body.
Smeared with blood, she moaned like someone burnt alive.
The priest, on his feet before the alter was crying, "Do you really love each other. Men and women give hommage to nature, interlace your mouths, your 'bellies, your sexual parts aud without distinction. Love each other, for I tell you in all truth, only love has any meaning. Love each other, I command it."
The coats fell to the ground. It was a terrible rush of naked bodies falling all over each other.
A tall blond man took me from the front while another bungholed me. A woman was bitting my mouth while she was getting it from anothei man.
I was hankering after the priestess. I saw her put something on and disappear. Too bad she wasn't for general use. Reserved for the officiating.
I drank the come juice that trickled from women's cunts, I lapped it out of men's ass holes who were being buggered. I was being licked all over and being fucked without stop. I sucked the cocks that presented themselves. Some dropped their load, others didn't wait and aimed for other gummed up mouths that snapped them up just as quickly.
Is it because my buttocks are so round? I kept finding myself on all fours and getting it from the rear all the bloody time. I felt the men parading by. One bang, two bangs, they moved on, replaced each other.
From everywhere there echoed but screams, howls, belows and savage rattles. The women were all beautiful, heavy, ample, and whores.
I just couldn't stop corning. We passed from hand to hand, from woman to woman, from man to man, it was a mad scramble. I was bitten, scratched, fucked and re fucked, abandoned and then speared again. I was dripping with come, it was in my hair, eyes, back and ass. People were smearing themselves with blood taken in the bowls, with which the choir children were sprinkling us. We seemed like unloosed devils.
Finally we collapsed, exhausted. Some were still fucking, moaning softly. Others were escaping, wrapped in there black cloaks, hiding behind their masks.
Soon after, Stanley called me over and dragged me out and into the car. He was impassible and prim and showed not trace of blood. He was smiling his usual smile.
While crossing the park he turned to me suddently, "you really had yourself a ball, you dirty whore."
"Yes," I said, knowing that that was how he wanted it.
He gave me a violent slap, "On all fours, you bitch!"
I fell to the ground and wasn't hurt. He covered me with kicks. "Get in on all fours."
I got into the car on all fours. I remained that way with my nose stuck out at the window the ay dogs do. We went back to the house, That night I wasn't allowed to sleep in my room, Staqley had kept a surprise in store lor me. He had a dog-house lor me, a real dog-house, luxurious, rilled with cushions and just big enough (or me to stretch out in. It had been placed in the large reception room.
He made me stretch out my neck and put a collar around it. Then he lowered his pants, "Suck!"
I sucked him off while on all fours, I did it well, I applied myself. He dropped his load in my mouth. He turned his back and left me on a leash for the remainder of the night In the morning I took my breakfast, served by the halfbreed, from a deep bowl of jade, still on all fours.
I had barely finished when two of his friends came in. They looked at me without so much of a blink.
"Can we flog?"
"Of course." Stanley replied.
They took down the whips from the wail and covered my whole body with blows. Then they fucked me but it seemed to me with less pleasure.
One of them fucked me and the other reamed out my ass hole.
When they had finished they shoved me away and went out with my master.