“'Enough… stop, enough! I will do anything you want. Ooooh… oooh… enough…'”
“The monk stopped his action. Her buttocks were crimson red.
“'Suck Saint Laurence,' ordered my uncle. She hesitated. My uncle started slapping her again. 'Enough… enough. I accept. There, there, enough.' Her last cry was lost in a hiccup, and she had Uncle's flesh tube in her mouth.
“The monk stopped beating her. He caressed her back, opened her buttocks, put his flesh pipe close to Nadine's, and pushed. Nadine hollered. She let Uncle's tool slip out of her mouth and remained motionless, gaping, her eyes widened with pain. And I saw that the monk's belly was glued to Nadine's buttocks. My uncle put his hands on Nadine's head, and forced her to suck his tool again.”
“And after?” asked Monique, who had begun coming under Janine's caress. “After?”
“After a little while, Uncle moved away from her. And then he let the monk go in and out of Nadine's buttocks, till he uttered a short cry. He removed his softened thing from the maid's behind and came in front of her, like Uncle was; Uncle went behind her, where the monk was, and he placed his pipe where the monk had just been-a little bit lower on the slit. He gave the monk a signal, and he held Nadine very tightly by the waist. He was looking between her thighs at Uncle's thing posed between her buttocks, and then Uncle said:
“'Now little Nadine, I marry you to Saint Laurence. There!'
“Nadine hollered. Uncle's belly was glued to her buttocks. I saw her fanny move as if she was trying to go away, and I saw Uncle withdraw his tube, all red, from Nadine's belly. He showed it to the monk, saying: 'Raped. She is no more a virgin. Lost. And now the pleasure is all ours. Raped!'
“And once again he drew his tool on her belly, hollering like a madman: 'Now darling, now, let be break all of your virginity. Let me open the way for all the pricks that are going to come in you. There, there… feel how deeply in you I am going.'
“And he was moving his belly, and I could see his fleshy pole agitate and dive in her rubbing around the edges, and then go deep in her again. She was hollering all the time. It lasted till he told her:
“'Ah. Oh! I am coming… I am coming in you… in your virgin's cunt. Aaah… fuck!'
“After a while he withdrew his prick, and then the monk approached. Nadine was still lying motionless, her buttocks propped up. The monk pointed his tool and did just as Uncle had done. He dug his thing in Nadine's slit, still bleeding. He agitated it for a long time. My uncle was holding the hollering girl. 'Beasts, you have raped me, you have taken my virginity… you raped me… aaaah…'
“Then the monk became motionless and removed his pipe, all covered with blood. I had to hide behind the curtains because they were all coming in the bathroom, bringing the girl with them. I went back to my room, but I could not sleep for a very long time. And for a very long time I could hear little Nadine cry.
“The next day, there was a long talk with Uncle. She threatened to reveal everything. He was scared. I heard him offer her money, and the possibility of working in another house. She only accepted the day after, then he left her alone, and I received my spanking just any time, for no reason at all.
“I could caress Nadine twice before she left. She showed me her hole in her slit and said that it was still hurting her. She left the same day as I did.”
But Monique was not listening any more, and was coming furiously under Janine's finger caress. She was holding the little girl close to her beautiful breasts.
A little later, she pushed Janine away, and told her:
“Tomorrow we will see each other again; you will tell me the rest of your memories and I will be yours just as you want me to be.”
And she pushed Janine away, while the young girl was already placing her head between the two wonderful thighs, and her hands were trying to undo the white leather belt.
After a couple of long, loving kisses on the breasts, they separated and Monique swore to herself that the next afternoon would be a delightful one.
But what a night she had, haunted with rapes and other voluptuous dreams.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day, at about the same time, Monique found Janine expecting her anxiously at the same spot in the woods. It did not take long for the young kid to find the way to open the blouse and caress the two wonderful teats, and slide her hand under the dress. Monique voluntarily had omitted to put on any panties that day.
Monique let her little friend suck at her statuesque bosom as long as she wanted while her finger was caressing the already dampened love button. But she pushed away the tanned little head that was already going down to her belly. She promised anything under the condition that Janine would keep on telling her memories. The child easily accepted Monique's questioning.
Janine had arrived at her Uncle's house three weeks before. She found a new maid, named Solange, a stout country girl and an orphan, who had been educated at a convent of Spanish sisters where, as it seemed, Barral was allowed, after payment of an important amount of money, to choose a maid.
Solange was tall, her auburn hair surrounding a very sweet face with big, always surprised, innocent eyes. She had a very heavy pair of breasts, slightly sagging. “Not as pretty or as strong as yours,” said the kid to Monique. And most of all, big buttocks that undulated when she was walking. She was wearing a dark blue skirt and a white blouse. It did not take the child a very long time to realize that she was completely naked under those clothes. She was not speaking much and even less about herself.
She was obeying Uncle quite well. On the first night, for a slight mistake at the dinner table, Janine saw her uncle point his thumb to Solange; she blushed and came closer to him. And without taking further notice of her presence, he slid his finger under her frock. Janine easily guessed at the girl's sighs and at her gaping mouth that he was introducing his fingers in her asshole. When she went to bed, Janine tried to question Solange, but in vain- the girl did not even answer her questions.
But the next day, after receiving a very strong spanking in front of Solange, she witnessed a more formidable correction on the maid. She could see the heavy buttocks undulate under the hard strokes of Uncle's hand, then under the cat o'nine tails. She was surprised to see how well Solange was resisting that energetic correction that was leaving large red marks on her buttocks. Uncle was hitting across the big shivering cheeks, and the globes were encircled by the supple lashes. But little by little Solange got hurt, and she began to twist and ask-beg for mercy.
Uncle regretfully stopped hurting the girl, and Janine thought that it could have been because of her presence.
Once alone with Solange, she had consoled her, and the young maid had weakened in front of the child's kindness. She induced her into her confidence by telling her about what she saw between Nadine and her Uncle, though she did not insist too much about the rape. During the same afternoon, in the little cabin that the two girls were sharing as they put on their bathing costumes, Janine kissed the girl's breasts, and caressed her buttocks while her hand brushed lightly over the girl's sex. But that was all.
On the same night, Uncle went out. Janine went, by surprise, into the maid's room, and, lying by her side, completely naked, while finding less and less defense to her caresses, she learned a few details about Solange's life.
She was used to being whipped at the convent and found Barral's authority quite natural and also the fact that he had used it with her. But she was reticent about what had happened to her while living at the convent. She listened to what Janine told her about the boarding school, and said that she had to undergo the same caresses and the same embraces as Janine had to. That night, Janine succeeded in placing her head between the girl's legs and gave her sex a caress that Solange seemed to appreciate particularly. That was to be the first step in their friendly relationship. Janine had been able to see that Solange's slit was broad and seemed well opened, and that let her think that her uncle's tube had already penetrated that mouth.
Once again Monique had to let the child's avid mouth suck at her breast. She took advantage of that interlude to give the child a lecture in male anatomy and little by little the child's head went down on her belly, and then… Monique exhaled her voluptuous pleasure in a number of sighs that went away in the breeze, among the pine trees. She took the child in her arms again, and resumed her questioning.
