Myriam surveyed her aunt's face.
«Now, keep your eyes on your daughters and remember what you did to me!»
Mrs. Cornavin eyes were truly murderous but Myriam didn't care a fig.
«I'll leave you with your paramours, she told Freddy and Pedro, take your fill for the next half hour. Give it them the other way too.»
Pedro hadn't waited for that suggestion… And Freddy looked perfectly at home…
Myriam went out and locked the door.
«Here we are for the first act. The second will be even more interesting!»
— She knew there was an «observatory» above Ghislaine's former room, Kozincko had told her how he had seen her flogged. Several times they had watched a party from there together.
Myriam had the key of the place. She went up, pushed the key in to the well-oiled keyhole and sneered:
«Now my snares are ready. I'll hunt my game down…»
She went back to the dance floor and found Nicolas. He had put a considerable quantity of liquor under his belt, but he was feeling happy and still firm on his legs. She drew him aside.
«I had promised you a surprise, come with me.
«Where to?
«To the observatory… There'll be a lot to see in a few instants from there…
«Oh! you've been scheming a little party of your own..?
«Just come and you'll see!
«Good, but you'll come with me.
«I'll go up with you. Then I'll leave you to give the last finishing touch, and I'll came back straight away, if you like we can have a quiet fucking up there.
«Fine, he laughed, I'll do anything you like, but I'd love to know what you're dishing up for me!
«Hush darling! it's a secret…»
Myriam went up with him to the observatory. He tried to caress her.
«No, not now, she said extricating his paw from between her thighs, just settle down and watch what's on below, I'll be back in a quarter of an hour.
«Hurry up, he urged hoarsely, I feel horny…»
Myriam tripped out, closed the door, locked it silently… and ran away.
CHAPTER XV
Ghislaine had literally bewitched Jerome Lazart. He had been dancing with her all the time and had seen she was as much engrossed by his charms as he was with hers. But this was a pure feeling in her, whereas Jerome felt terribly excited…
«I wish to Heaven Myriam told the truth and that her scheme won't fail… Ah! to hold that girl in my arms, at my mercy… Kozincko's own daughter! That would be too good to be true, I'd give ten years of my life..!»
Jerome as all people endowed with a vivid imagination was lavish on the days to come. Yet in case Myriam should fail he was trying to think out a scheme of his own. Why should Myriam give him Ghislaine..? They were intimate… Was there some jealousy?.. Some unknown reason..?
Jerome was musing thus when Myriam came to him.
Their conversation was short but edifying.
«Do you want to fuck Ghislaine?»
Though astounded at the question Jerome managed to gasp a delighted: «Yes!» and added a piteous: «But!..»
«Don't be shilly-shallying, either you do or you don't. If you don't it'll have to be somebody else!
«No, I'd much rather it was me..!
«Good, follow me, I'm taking you to a quiet room, Ghislaine will come… But you'll have to force her… Don't imagine she'll let you otherwise… besides I'll help you.
«I'm sure I can manage her alone…
«You'll do what I tell you or nothing.»
Her tone surprised him. Her eyes glinted fiercely.
«All right, he agreed, I suppose you must take your pleasure too.»
She didn't answer and led him away.
They crossed the crowded room. As soon as they were in the lobby, Jerome asked:
«Do you think she'll come?
«I don't think, I'm sure… I don't need to ask her…»
As a matter of fact she was doing her best to let Ghislaine see her with Jerome, and she succeeded wonderfully.
Ghislaine was watching from the tail of her eye, not knowing Jerome was the lover Myriam had so often told her about. When she saw him following her friend she thought bitterly:
«The little bitch! I know what she's at… She wants to take him away from me… She's jealous… But I won't let her..!»
She followed them and saw they were going (to the right) wing of the manor.
«And they're making for my room! The cheek of it!!!»
She waited a few minutes then ran into the lobby, her fairy dress making a white spot in the dark…
— His eyes riveted to the magnifying pane, Kozincko was waiting, wondering what Myriam was up to. He was astonished at his mistress' quick change, he had known her a pure child, now she was a woman obsessed by everything that concerned physical love. He knew he was responsible for it.
And, for the first time, he felt such responsibility was heavy…
How long would their passion last? what would become of her when he would grow weary or when she would be worn out by her debauches?
Kozincko refused to consider the facts. He was living in the present… He loved Myriam so much he had even thought of marrying her.
Then, he saw a musqueteer entering the room below with Myriam. What business had Myriam to be there with unknown fellow who had been dancing with his own daughter all through the evening? He felt vaguely anxious and wished he could ask for a few explanations. His anxiety heightened when he saw the musqueteer composedly peeling off, keeping absolutely nothing on to conceal a fine, tanned, muscular, body. Meanwhile Myriam seemed to be waiting for somebody… Suddenly he started. The door had opened, a white shape..! Nicolas gasped: Ghislaine..! His daughter! He understood and reeled under the blow.
— As soon as she entered the room Ghislaine felt a gag on her mouth, her hands were tied behind her back.
She stared in amazement at Myriam, at «her» musqueteer stark naked, whose pecker was twitching with expectant delight…
Before she could understand, she was tumbled back on the bed, which had seen Myriam's defeat and would see her own presently. Myriam thrust back the fairy dress, exposing the treasures of a body she knew well the sender shapely legs, the smooth thighs, the palpitating flat belly heaving under its laces.
They heard a roar above. Nicolas was locked up there, and would witness helplessly the rape of his own daughter, faithfully similar to the one he had committed in that same room a few months ago.
Myriam smiled:
«Listen to this, your father is locked in the room above and he can see you… Yet he'll roar louder when you'll be fucked as I have been… And the best is, this young gentleman is my lover… whom I told you about often… almost every night… You believed in love, poor dear!.. When he will wound you, sully you, as your father wounded me, debased me, here on that same bed… When you'll feel his hands mauling your tender flesh, when you'll feel him ramming it up your cute little cunt, and pounding at you like a bull, when you'll feel the rush of pleasure into your flesh when you'll be lost in what they call volupty.. Then you'll know what love… what beautiful… what divine, what pure thing love is… Oh the humbug of it! the shame of it!..
