This dissertation was not, to be sure, very warmly received by the women present; but Belmor, who sought their praise with no more eagerness than he did their sentiments, was amply consoled by the masculine applause that rang out heartily everywhere in the hall; handing the presidential attributes temporarily over to his predecessor, he made ready to reconnoiter the seraglios and exercise his authority there; Noirceuil, Clairwil, and I met him at the foot of the platform, and we all started off together toward the side door. We were not halfway there when a man of sixty halted Belmor and, asking to be allowed to express his congratulations, begged the favor of his ass; Belmor, unable to refuse, poised himself appropriately; the sexagenarian embuggered our Belmor and would not restore him to us until he had discharged into the chief executive’s bum.
“There’s a bit of unexpected luck,” said the Comte.
“It is owing to your eloquence, my Lord,” Noirceuil assured him.
“Materialist that I am,” said Belmor, “I’d prefer to owe it to my ass than to my ideas,” and we entered the game preserve, laughing at his Lordship’s sally.
The President gave orders that during his inspection nobody be admitted into the premises apart from ourselves, who made up his escort; and he commenced his tour forthwith. Such a man, with such prepossessions, was able, as you may well imagine, to uncover a prodigious number of culprits; he was accompanied on his rounds by a quartet of executioners, two flayers, six flagellators, and four jailers: the first harem our procession entered was the one composed of women: to the lash he condemned thirty aged between five and ten, twenty-eight between ten and fifteen, forty-seven between fifteen and eighteen, sixty-five between eighteen and twenty-one; three children in the six-to-ten age group were condemned to be flayed alive, three others heard the extreme penalty pronounced against them; among those aged between ten and fifteen there were six girls selected for flaying, four were appointed to die; the next group (fifteen to eighteen) yielded another six for flaying and eight for execution; while from the last group only four were found to merit death and five the loss of their skins. The creatures thus sentenced were directed into the several chambers where, before suffering the penalties decreed, they were first made available to those libertines who, out of peculiarity of taste, might happen to repair thither for satisfaction. Four female subjects were condemned to the dungeons; regarding floggings, they were all meted out in our presence: the naked victim was led before the President, he would examine her, handle her for a little, a flagellator would then take her in charge, bend her over his knees; and when once she was in a position where she could not budge, a second flagellator, armed with a switch, a cat-o’-nine-tails, or some other instrument of the President’s preference, would apply the number of strokes prescribed by him. Belmor was decent enough to leave the specification of a figure to us in almost every case, and I doubt whether we were beneath him in severity; six of those girls received such a hammering that, half-dead, they had to be borne out; the whole while these lubricious operations were going ahead we were all four entwined in one another’s arms, there was a great deal of frigging done and much outpouring of fuck.
We moved to the seraglio of men; here Clairwil agitated against any relapse into indulgence and made liberal essay of stimulations. Belmor, however, whose fondest practice consisted, as you already have heard, in the massacre of small boys, was by no means backward in his display of ferocity. Forty-two children of between seven and twelve received the lash with utmost rigor; in this same group there were six sentences of death and ten of flaying. Sixty-four lads of between twelve and eighteen were no less sternly dealt with; here were three more death sentences, eight more flayings. In the upper class, comprised of those ranging from eighteen to twenty-five, fifty-six asses were singled out for whipping, two lives were lost, and three skins removed; all told, three males were designated for the dungeons; in addition, two matrons were given whippings for dereliction in the line of duty, and Belmor himself thrashed them till he had lifted the epidermis off their behinds.
I had been frigging him incessantly throughout all these operations, his prick was in a state of excessive erection; but if I am to do justice to his strength of character, let it be said that he did not once leak a drop of sperm nor show any pity for an instant.
“Very well now,” Noirceuil said to him, “let’s turn to pleasures; that passion of yours, Belmor, will you set it forth into view?”
“That is my intention,” said the Comte; “but dreadfully wrought up as I am, I mean to give an appallingly extensive vent to it.”
“Excellent, we’ll only enjoy it the more.”
Whereupon the President re-examined all the little boys and out of the lot chose ten no older than seven. He required as many girls; but I having asked to play the part of one of them, he had to select only nine: they were all from eighteen to twenty-one, and I noticed that they were without exception picked from among those whom he, in his mischievousness, had lately condemned either to death or to flaying. Ten men, their eligibility determined by superiority of member alone, were appointed to fuck him during the forthcoming rout, and here is how it began.
To one of the girls—the Comte suggested that I not be first, in order that I at least have the pleasure of judging the thing before taking a hand in it—a child was, I say, attached to the shoulders of one of the girls, bound to her so tightly and so thoroughly that the two bodies almost seemed one; then the girl, her papoose on her back, lay flat upon a sofa, her buttocks largely exposed; Belmor scrutinized, nibbled experimentally, forcefully bit and pinched the child’s ass, and slapped the girl’s; another girl, one of three thirteen-year-olds chosen for this purpose, seated herself on the floor between the legs of the child-carrier, and Belmor, kneeling on a cushion, mouth-fucked the girl who was sitting; while this was in progress he was embuggered, and Clairwil busied herself whipping his fucker. The Comte’s attitude brought his head near the buttocks of the girl on the sofa; two executioners now had at the bound child and, wounding it in a thousand places but very artfully, made its blood flow into the cleft between the buttocks at which the Comte was staring.
“Off you go, shit!” said he to the girl, as he caught sight of the nearing stream of blood, “shit, I tell you, shit into my mouth.”
The whore obeyed; and the lecher, gluing his lips to her asshole, was thereby able to imbibe, simultaneously, the blood flowing out of the body of the child and the mard emerging from the ass of the girl. No one stirred out of formation until all the blood had drained from the victim; once it was manifestly dead, the girl carrying it was ordered to her feet and she, her burden remaining ever in place, went to stand at the head of the sofa, facing away from it, so as to provide a prospect to the Comte. I alone of the carriers was dispensed from this part of the ceremony; I was the third to mount the sofa, and the child was removed when I arose; all then were slaughtered in this same manner, while the ten fuckers fucked, the ten girls shat, and the three suckers took turns; Belmor discharged into each mouth, discharged without interrupting his other activities, and the entire feat was accomplished without a single pause; Clairwil was exhausted, she may easily have delivered above ten thousand strokes of the whip to the asses of the Comte’s ten fuckers. As for Noirceuil, passably calm throughout, he had been content to watch affairs and to molest the behinds of the two extremely pretty lasses of sixteen who were frigging and sucking him by turns.
“A charming passion,” said he to Belmor, when the President had discharged for the last time; “but, with his Lordship’s permission, I am going to show him that this same fancy is susceptible of an entertaining variation. Have them send me ten little girls of five or six, seven at the most, and ten boys of seventeen or so; the Comte’s fuckers appear still to be stiff, and I can make do with them.”
Then Noirceuil began his arrangements. He had one of the youths lie out straight, and upon his chest he attached the little girl, but in such a way that her cunt was placed over the boy’s mouth; so taut w
ere the cords drawn that the boy had great trouble breathing.
“Notice,” Noirceuil pointed out to us, “that the carrier as well as the carried is ill-used in my operation, while in the Comte’s the carrier experiences no pain at all, and that is something which should be rectified, I feel; for, surely, these hecatombs improve as concomitant sufferings increase.”
Noirceuil knelt before the carrier and mouthed his prick; the executioners fell to work upon the child; the suckers teated Noirceuil’s prick, and he was fucked; the victim’s blood was soon pouring over the prick Noirceuil was sucking, and he was soon swallowing a mixture of blood and fuck. The tenth little girl died at last; and thus did this barbarous caprice cost twenty children their lives.
“I prefer Noirceuil’s interpretation of the scene,” said I, “and were it not so late I would enact it a few times myself.”
Belmor, far from taking umbrage, congratulated Noirceuil upon his ingenuity. “However,” he told us, “what must prevent me from changing is the girls Noirceuil butchers, for I, unfortunately, I have the bad taste of liking to sacrifice little boys.”
“And so do I,” said Clairwil; “there is nothing in all the world so delicious as choosing one’s victims from among men. What kind of triumph can strength obtain over weakness? where can the amusement be there? But how sweet are the victories the weak contrive to win over the strong.”
Then addressing the two friends in that impassioned tone which could render her so splendid to see: “Ferocious men,” cried she, “massacre as many women as you like, I shall be nought if not content, provided I am able to avenge every ten victims of my sex by one of yours.”
Thereat we separated. Noirceuil and Belmor returned to the seraglio of women, and later report told of how they bagged another dozen victims of every description and by a wide variety of methods; whereas we, Clairwil and I, remained in the seraglio stocked with men, which we did not finally leave before having had ourselves fucked sixty or eighty times apiece, and achieving some other little atrocities in such kind as I need not trouble to delineate, since you have some acquaintance of these affairs.
But a few days after the infamies we had performed at the Sodality in the company of Belmor and his friend, our club’s amiable President waited upon me and convinced me that Clairwil had not been mistaken when she said he would be only too delighted to form a connection with me; the Comte, excessively rich, proposed fifty thousand francs a month for only two entertainments per week; Saint-Fond representing no obstacle, I saw no reason for not coming to an arrangement with Belmor. I told him, therefore, that I would be glad to be of service to him, but that the sum he offered would not even cover the costs of the suppers; the Comte heard me out and doubled his bid, agreeing to meet all additional expenses—which promised to be considerable, at each foregathering the libertine wishing to have three superb new women upon whose bodies he would immolate, or have immolated, a corresponding number of small boys; his murders once consummated, he would retire with me for another two or three hours of mutual friggery, after which he would return home. Such were his conventions; the bargain was struck.
Without excepting Noirceuil and Saint-Fond, I have known few men so corrupt as Belmor; he was corrupt by temperament, through taste, and on principle; his exceedingly criminal imagination often led him to invent things that surpassed all I had heard of, or even dreamt of, hitherto.
“This imagination you laud in me, Juliette,” he said one day, “is precisely what in you seduced me; for lasciviousness, diversity, and energy I have seldom seen its equal; and you have surely remarked that my sweetest pleasures with you are those I taste when, the two of us giving free rein to fancy, we fabricate ideal lubricities whose existence, unfortunately, is impossible. Oh, Juliette, how delicious are the pleasures of the imagination, and how voluptuously one follows out the lines of its dazzling constructions! Ah, dear angel, how little do they realize what we are about, what we originate, what we create during these divine intervals when our fiery souls are plunged utterly into the impure depths of lubricity; what raptures we experience as, frigging each other, we come erect erecting phantoms; nor with what ecstatic joy we caress them … elaborate them … surround them with a thousand obscene details and episodes. All the earth is ours in these enchanted moments; not a single creature resists us, to our aroused senses each affords the kind of pleasure which to our boiling imagination each appears capable of giving; we devastate the planet … and repeople it with new objects, and immolate these in their turn; the means to every crime is ours, we commit them all; we multiply the horror an hundredfold; and all the deeds ambitioned by all the most infernal and the most malignant spirits that ever were, in their most disastrous effects were nought compared to what we dare desire…. ‘Happy,’ says La Mettrie, ‘happy they whose lively and wanton imagination keeps their senses ever whetted to the foretaste of pleasure!’ Truly, Juliette, I sometimes think the reality possessed is not worth the images we chase thereof, and wonder whether the enjoyment of that which we have not, does not much exceed the enjoyment of that which is ours: lo, there is your ass, Juliette, there before my eyes, and beauteous it is to my contemplation; but my imagination, a more inspired architect than Nature, a more cunning artisan than she, creates other asses more beautiful still; and the pleasure I derive from this illusion, is it not preferable to the one which reality is about to have me enjoy? There is beauty in what you offer me there, but only beauty; what I invent is sublime; with you I am going to do nothing that anyone else may not do, whilst with this ass my imagination has wrought, I might do things which not even the gods themselves would invent.”
Little wonder then if, with a mind like that, the Comte was prone to erratic flights; few men I had met had ever carried them to such lengths, and I had known few so attractive. But I have so many things still to recount to you that I cannot linger over the horrors we committed together; let it suffice you to know that we did our worst, and that your conceptions of what that might be probably fall short of the truth.
About four months had elapsed since I had admitted my father to the honor of my couch; our conversation having transpired at a critical moment, there was a great danger he had got me with child. My fears were only too well justified; the fact had to be faced, a decision taken; I consulted a renowned midwife who, hampered by no scruples in this matter, deftly inserted a long and well-sharpened needle into my matrix, found the embryo, and pierced it. I evacuated it two hours later, experiencing no pain at all: this remedy, surer and better than juniper, which upsets the digestion, is the one I recommend to every woman who, like me, is courageous enough to grant greater importance to her figure and her health than to some molecules of organized fuck which when come to maturity will frequently prove the bane of her existence who vivified them in her womb. The scion of his excellency my father once dropped into the privy, I came forth trimmer about the waist than ever before.
“Juliette, I have just been given the address of a most unusual woman,” Clairwil confided to me one day. “We must pay her a call: she is a fortuneteller and also blends poisons of all sorts, which she sells.”
“And does she,” I asked, “give the recipe for her poisons?”
“In return for fifty louis”
“They are reliable?”
“If you like she will make test of them in your presence.”
“We must decidedly visit her. I have always been fond of the idea of poisoning.”