“Yes, I swear it. I swear.”
The young bride let her head drop on her chest, all her muscles aching under her weight.
“You bitch,” hollered the monk, “and you dared to refuse me.”
He takes the cat o'nine tails, and with all his force hits her between her legs. They are watching the horrible flagellation of her intimate parts. The lashes are covering the fleshy and pulpy surface freeing the flesh that reddens, covering it again the next minute. Like a puppet, the body twists in the ropes, and the girl hollers her pain, her eyes wide open. The tip of the lash crashes on her cunt, on her belly, and the monk hits with all his strength, furious to have been deprived of that pleasure, to the benefit of a mere peasant…
At last, after a couple more violent blows that left the girl motionless, he stops.
The bride is unfastened, put on her back on a bench; her thighs lifted up and apart, her knees touching her belly, and they all come to see that tortured flesh, check her virginity, and put a couple of ardent kisses on the burning cunt. Barral sucks at her more deeply, faster, and it gives her such a strange sensation that she cannot restrain a sigh of pleasure. Then he goes on, and little by little the spasm comes in the bride's belly. She gives herself up to him, abandons all resistance. Her belly moves, undulates; she contracts between the hands of the men that are holding her and finally she comes violently.
The men strip, and Janine, through the disjointed panels, can see the erected members of different sizes. One by one the bride must take in her mouth the flesh of the men, and suck at the palpitating pricks, while the others are caressing either her burning ass or the love button of her cunt.
The monk is the only one to let his sperm splurt in her throat, while he presses her breasts, sagging heavily under her chest.
Finally, they pull her to one of the pillars where she is tied, her hands held to the ground by two leather bracelets, her legs similarly attached by two leather bracelets. The mirror is placed under her; she is 20 inches from the floor, and she is revealing under the light of two oil lamps, her large distended bottom and the slit of the sex.
Barral, his prick in full erection, stands behind her. His hands separate more completely the two globes of her buttocks; the head of his tool, reddened by the effort, is posed against the pucked mouth of her ass, opening the narrow passage. Barral breathes heavily; the muscles of his thighs are bulging, contracting. Then he pushes violently with a hoarse cry-another savage cry! The girl, her anus distended, feels the man's balls against her cunt, and the hairy belly glued to her ass. The tool has penetrated her with one single thrust.
Nothing is heard but the gaping breath of the young bride, trying to recover her mind after that odious rape. Barral caresses her sides, then he slowly moves his damp and hard flesh in her warm belly. The others, bending forward, are looking at the movement of the fleshy pole going in and out of her ass. Barral feels the contraction of the muscled little mouth around his tool, and once again Sodom is the master of pleasure. Barral frantically moves his prick. He feels pleasure come while bruising the warm intimacy of the girl. She is gasping, and Barral feels his pleasure rising. He moderates his pace, and moves out of her, then he digs into her again in a brutal rape that has the girl panting and crying with pain. She is crying, and tears are oozing from her closed eyes. The prick, like a piston, goes in and out of the tender sheath, deeper at each move. Once again, the sperm comes to the prick, and this time Barral does not try to prevent its coming-he lets his burning sap spurt in her, while his fingers dig into the flesh of her buttocks.
He finally moves out of her warm and slimy entrails. One of the countrymen is already there, his short and erect prick in his hand. He aims at the sperm soiled asshole and with one move of his powerful loins he sodomizes the young girl pitilessly, not even hearing her cries.
Barral goes to the monk and together they discuss the fornication of the couple in front of them.
“Congratulations father, this is really quite a girl. How did things go at the wedding?”
“Well, everything went O.K. I was sitting right next to the newlyweds, and after giving them too much wine, I succeeded in adding some sleeping powder to the husband's meal. When he fell asleep, they were both carried to their place, and then I told her that one of my benefactors had participated in buying her trousseau, and that she had to come to thank him. She came, quite unconsciously, and in the car she ate an aphrodisiac contained in some candy. It does not seem to have been too efficient, but… too bad.”
“I hope that you like it all the same?”
“When those bastards will have taken their pleasure out of her, I will take her virginity.”
The monk laughed.
“Later, we will try to bring her here again under some other pretense.”
“Are you sure of the silence of the guys?”
“Oh yes, quite sure, they often come to the rectory to play with my maid without their wives knowing it. I have them at my disposal.”
“And what about the husband.” If he wakes up?”
“No danger. It was a good dose. Tomorrow, when he wakes up, he will think that he fucked his sweet wife all night long.”
“But her… what if she complains?”
“She would not dare, it would be too shameful for her to say that she agreed to leave him on such an evening.”
Their conversation was interrupted by the continuous lament of the young bride, being assfucked by yet another peasant. “Come, let's watch that,” said the monk.
He walked to the mirror with Barral, and they contemplated the heavy thick prick that the bride's belly was swallowing. The hole was completely distended under the size of the dart. Under the vacillating light of the oil lamps, the tableau had a strange, deeply lubric allure. The girl was moaning, sustained by the plougher's powerful hands, but it was nearly an inert flesh that he was dominating. The belly was slapping against her ass, and one could hear the damp noise of the piston sliding in and out of the painfully distended sheath.
Soon the man sighed and stopped. The silence impressed the men, excited by that savage possession. The man disimpaled the girl, and she had to be held. Then she was placed on her back on the bench.
The monk came by.
“Let me go. Leave me alone, I hurt too much. No more.”
“Hush little girl. Now you will be rewarded, you will become a complete woman.”
Two men held her arms as if she was crucified, and her breasts, reddened by the cat o'nine tails, point arrogantly from her chest. Barral takes the girl's knees, folds the legs till the knees touch the belly, and then he takes the legs apart. He contemplates that pink virgin cunt, around which the blows left some tiny red marks.
He bends down, his erected prick posed against the slit; the head slides between the thick lips, and stops against the closed hymen. Without pushing, Barral caresses the flesh softly and for a long time. The girl, exhausted does not react; she stays there, her eyes closed, mouth agape. She sighs deeply, and little by little the sighs change tone. Barral guesses that the intense excitation given by the flagellation of her sensitive flesh is bringing the girl off. Barral feels his prick, while turning in direction in the cunt. The hymen is tensed, distended and suddenly opens. The raped girl utters a pitiful cry and tries to escape from the male's embrace, in vain. The other men are nailing her to the bench, and inexorably the prick goes deeper and deeper in her cunt and only stops when it reaches the bottom of the vagina.
Barral rests a little, slowly caressing the bride's breasts. She looks like a wounded bird in her white veil. Then slowly he fucks her, his teeth clenched, his eyes closed.
They are all looking at the love act. The prick is going in and out of the cunt, covered with blood, but also with the girl's come juices.
Barral is now glued to her, bites at her half-opened lips, slides his tongue in her mouth and inhales her warm breath. And with powerful movements of his loins he digs his prick in the burning cunt.
The wide open eyes of the woman are now reflecting a strange impression. They widen and Barral thinks that it is desire. He sucks the tongue that does not refuse his kiss. He feels the white silk stockings against his sides; he guesses that after all that display of intense voluptuousness, he will be the first to really create pleasure in that body, her first womanly pleasure. He wants her all and completely. After the brutal possession comes the most refined caresses. He does not move completely out of her, so that her bruised flesh would not suffer more from the contact. His prick is now deeply in her cunt, and he fucks with all his strength. He is completely in her, and what could not be avoided happens. She gives herself completely. He orders the men to free her arms, and she grabs him by the neck, encircles his shoulders, her body arched, her belly tensed, glued to the man's belly, and the orgasm
