After a while he withdrew his prick… and then the monk approached… Nadine was still laying 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 wen back to my room, but I could not sleep for a very long time… And for a very long time too I could hear little Nadine cry.
The next day, there was a long talk with Uncle-She menaced him 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's 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, haunted with rapes and other voluptuous dreams, did she have…
CHAPTER EIGHT
SOLANGE
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 a very long time for the young kid to find the way to open the blouse and caress the two wonderful teats, and slide the other 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 accepted easily Monique's questioning.
Janine had arrived at her Uncle's house three weeks ago… She found a new maid, named Solange. It was a stout country girl. An orphan, she 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 were 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, quite broad, 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, then she showed Janine, and Uncle just replied, here it is the same thing for everyone.
And without taking further notice of my presence, he slid his finger under her frock. Janine easily guessed, at the girl's sighs and mimic, at the gaping mouth… that he was introducing his fingers in her ass-hole.
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 had begun 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 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 to put on their bathing costumes, Janine could kiss the girl's breasts, and caress 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, in the maid's room, and, lying by her side, completely naked, while finding less and less defense to her caresses she had a few details about Solange's life.
She was used to be 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, or to do it to some other girls the same caresses and the same embraces as Janine had to. That night, Janine succeed 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 breath. 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.
Janine had witnessed every day harder and more severe corrections on Solange's behind and the more the girl was resisting, she said, the more Janine wanted to receive a spanking herself. She was not scared any more when her Uncle was lifting her dress up to spank her. Sometimes her uncle was obliging Solange to remain in humiliating poses her legs taken apart, bending forwards, displaying her heavy buttocks and the two mouths in her slit, or laying on the sofa, on her back, with her legs wide open and folded on her belly. Sometimes he had her serve the dinner bare-breasted, and Janine loved it because she found the maid's teats attractive. But Janine was also receiving more and more severe collections from her uncle and the sound of slaps on her bare flesh was to be heard quite often in the house. Uncle had never used the cat o'nine tails with her, and Janine was proud to say that she was more and more resistant and kept her legs closed tight together for a longer period everyday under the torture.
Monique smiled at such innocence, and at the evocation.
Sometimes, Uncle was going in Solange's room, and then Janine could her, for the whole night the cries of the girl, the noise of the blows, and then the voluptuous sighs after the cries of pain. It did not take long to Janine to realize that Solange was really her uncle's slave, and that she loved to be corrected and chastised. That was cooling the atmosphere between the two girls. Jealousy? Who could say what happens in a young girl's mind.
The child violently blushed and stopped talking. Monique let her think for awhile and then put on her dress again, and started buttoning her blouse. The child stopped her:
“No, no… Not yet… I beg your pardon, I will tell you everything…”
Monique then caressed the child and let her replace her hands in her blouse and under her dress.
“Well, the other day, he spanked me very hard, and obliged me to get completely naked, I was crying a lot, but the more I cried, the more he spanked me… He even took his whip, and he was menacing me… Then I had
