sodomizing the exhausted young girl… But he was stronger, and by a long embrace succeeded in bringing the young girl to the final and delightful spasm… She gave herself to him by the ass. Following his pace… And, when he spat in her his burning sperm, she contracted, avidly pumping the delightful sap, and she fell, gaping, over the sofa.
Caressing her, they brought her back, but Claudie made a sign, and they dressed and left. Shortly afterwards, Monique being alone with Claudie, was caressed and soon forgot all the pain of the monstrous rapes she had just gone through…
CHAPTER FIVE
AT THE CLUB, WITH MAX…
No matter how excited by the evocations of all those voluptuous memories, Monique stopped masturbating, because she wanted to keep her strength for the same night. Once again she lit a cigarette, but in the clouds of blue smoke the main events of her amorous life soon appeared.
Life went on as usual at the boarding school, up to Easter Vacations. She shared her time between the greedy suckings of her little girl-friends, and Claudie's exhausting sadism and flagellation sessions. Monique was more and more enslaved to the whip and the penetration of nozzles and dildos in her belly, developed a taste for exhibitionism. She loved to parade in exciting attire in front of Claudie, but her excitation was increased when men were present. What emotions did she endure everytime she was coming in Claudie's apartment, but also what deception when no men were there to see her. But Claudie, who by then knew all the possibilities of Monique's body and also her inclination to the pleasures of Sodom, did not hesitate arty more to invite her friends, amateurs of fleshly games. As a rule, they were “benefactors” or people financially helping the boarding school, and Monique was flagellated, and received in her belly a good dozen of pricks, of various sizes, belonging to the most influent men of the County. But the huge dildo, so energetically handled by the monk, had enlarged her ass-hole enough to allow her to enjoy the hardest and deepest penetrations. Now she could give herself without any restraint and she let her moaning express freely her satisfaction…
Twice again the monk came back with his little box. He flagellated the beautiful body completely naked, and forced with the same pitiless determination the little hole before digging his hardened too in her ass.
Monique answered Claudie's ardent caresses by none-less ardent suckings, but she also used with of a specially made dildo. Made out of a very soft and nice wood, it had the size and perfect shape of the ideal sex. Very often in her delirium the young woman tried to penetrate the young girl's sex with the wooden fake sex. But the girl had always managed to avoid to lose her virginity, under the efforts of the other woman. Monique knew that one day she would have to lose that last rampart between her and the complete satisfaction of her desires… But she wanted to be able to choose her initiator. However, sometimes she ardently desired to be raped by a real member, either consenting, or submitted by a savage flagellation. But she always resisted to that wish…
For Easter vacations she came back by her aunt Sonia. She met Max Darcourt again, and with a few words he let her know that he had all the details of her amorous life at the Merval's boarding school… Monique, the next day, went to his place, and abandoned her body to his desires… She let him force her buttocks, tightened for a certain time. But he wanted better sensations, now that he knew what Monique appreciated. He decided her to accept a meeting at his place, with a group of safe and carefully chosen friends. They created a kind of club, limited to six members, all lovers of beauty, voluptuousness and flagellation. Monique was more their queen than their slave. They always kept a high sense of tact and dignity in their meetings. As they loved feminine disguise they asked in the beginning of their association, that Monique would come dressed as a peasant girl, with the folkloric dresses of the country. And the same night, wrapped in a long black cape, Monique came to Max's villa. Six men were waiting for her in a cosy little room, there was just a dim light given by bulls hidden in sea-shells, on the ground. The whole room was furnished with low furniture, a little bit Japanese style. And everywhere, pillows, poufs, and other commodities… Monique move amidst the group. The were all sitting on cushions, on the thick high wool rug. She could feel the looks of the men, trying to see under her too short peasant frock, she of course had no underclothes… Darcourt, pointing at her the refreshments posed on a nearby table, and told her to serve the drinks. She took the glasses one by one and according to Darcourt's instructions, she posed them on the low table, turning her back to the guests sitting on the carpet. Thus she was displaying her naked bottom and her silk covered thighs and legs. Her tightened legs did not allow more than the end of her cunt to show, and a few silky fair hair. Then she had to pose across each champagne glass a piece of dry biscuit and each time she was bending she could feel on her flesh the warm breeze of the man's breath, panting with desire, but stoically motionless.
She was ashamed, but also pervertedly excited to see those dimly lit faces looking avidly at her naked bottom, just lit by the light coming from the shells on the ground.
When she finished serving them, she waited, in silence. Darcourt brought her some kind of thick transparent glass chair. It was a V shaped glass panel, with the hands of the V separated horizontally, it was resting on three chromed feet and had the size and height of a normal chair. Between the feet was posed a very clear triangular mirror, inclined to 45', in both front feet, were concealed two electric bulbs that were illuminating the superior part of the contraption and the two branches of the transparent V.
Darcourt asked Monique to seat down. She obeyed, her bottom resting on the point of the V while her taken apart legs were on the two separate branches of the transparent V. Her frock, covering her thighs did not allow her to see under her legs, but she understood the shameful exhibition that she was performing for those men, bending toward her and staring at the ground?
The light was directed on her buttocks, her offered sex, and everyone could see in the mirror, without leaving her any possibility of defense, all of her most intimate secrets. They could see between her legs the rosy sex, with its love but nested in the middle of the thick, slightly open and perpetually damp lips.
Very exciting apparition indeed… In the men's eyes it was easy to discover the reactions to that immodest performance…
They had all turned their little lamps out, and the only light left was the source hidden in the chair's feet, and its reflection in the indiscreet mirror. It was the triumph and exaltation of sex, it seemed to offer itself like a pink mouth, and call for a kiss… It was jutting of the shade and was outrageously provocative… Monique felt a strange voluptuousness come in her, it was mixed shame, desire, restrained lust, impatience… Her temples were painful with the heavy beat of her blood… Her hands were nervously pressing her knees under the dress… She wanted to get up, but at the same time it was as if some invisible power was nailing her to her transparent chair.
She realized that Darcourt was behind her… With an unusually harsh tone of voice he spoke:
“Little Monique… am sure that you must be thirsty too… Let me “serve” you a drink like a good little girl…”
She was listening, waiting. She felt him kneeling behind her, she saw in the shade his hand, by her side, holding an ebony nozzle, middle sized, surrounded by an ivory protuberance… An unspeakable emotion came violently in her and she remembered all the poles an various stakes that had been forced into her painful but consenting flesh… She close her eyes… She felt the nozzle when its extremity brushed past her cunt… The shiny, well polished olive lazily rubbed the little pucked month, as if it was trying by that contact the smooth and soften the hard contour of her anus… Opening her eyes, Monique saw the men's eyes looking, staring at the mirror, between her legs, and lost in the voluptuous contemplation of the slow penetration of the long nozzle in her body. Monique contracted herself, in vain… The stake was sliding without any difficulty into her and the flat little ivory circle soon touched the lips of her asshole…
Darcourt dropped the nozzle, and the vision of that behind, with the tube and little rubber pipe coming out of it, was really a masterpiece of eroticism… Monique started to feel relieved, and she stopped contracting her muscles, but at the same time, the nozzle, pulled out by the pipe's weight, started sliding out of her ass…
“But it is not big enough for that greedy mouth… Said Darcourt… For a bigger mouth, it takes a bigger glass…”
He pulled the nozzle completely out… Monique, not too anxious but really ashamed, sighed a little.
“Hush, hush, little girl, this is a nice class… Are you really that impatient to drink?… In that case, that is exactly what you need…”
Monique saw him adjust a bigger nozzle, with a thicker bubble… He showed it to her, and she blushed, it was
