to…”
“You had to do what?”
“I had to do as a crab…”
“As a crab?”
“Yes, on all fours… He looked at me and touched my slit.”
“Ah… And after?”
“He sat on the edge of the sofa and got all naked, then he ordered me to caress his… thing…”
“His rod?”
“That is how you name it…”
“With your hands?”
“At first… (then the girl blushed) then I had to… kiss it.”
“Is that all? He did not ask you to taste it?”
“Yes… yes, like a lollypop, he used to say.”
“And you sucked it for a long time?”
“Oh yes, it was big, hard. He was holding my head, or pinching my nipples when I wanted to stop, and, all of a sudden he said: “There… Swallow, Janine darling, swallow all that…” and I felt in my throat something slimy, sour, warm… I had a nausea and I wanted to go away from him, but he held my head… I had his tool in my throat, and I had to swallow everything… I did it… and then he let me go and said… “Now your are really a young girl little Janine, tomorrow I will give you an enema with that special nozzle and you will see how good it is.”
Monique left the child suck at her hardened breasts for a good while, then said:
“And the next day?”
“Well it all started again. He spanked me all naked, and I had to do the crab, then he ordered me to kneel by the side of the bed, my thighs opened… and he placed his… rod on my behind.”
“On the hole?”
“Yes, and then on the slit… It was good, he caressed me with it. It was feeling good just as it does when I caress myself with my finger… Even better, it was softer, and my head was feeling all warm…”
“And then?”
“Then he ordered me to take an horizontal position, leaning on my hands… Then he put something greasy in my behind, it felt funny… He moved his finger completely in my belly. Then he took hold of my bottom, posed his big tool on my pucked mouth, he told me to do as if I wanted to do something, and little by little I felt that he was putting his tool in my belly. It hurt terribly, it hurt so much that at first I could not even cry I wanted to move away from him, but he was holding me firmly… And it was still going in me, it was big, and long… and long… then I felt his belly against my buttocks, and he stopped, as I was crying he caressed me.”
“Was it hurting you?”
“Not when he stopped. I just felt that my hole was widened. It hurt a little, but most of all, I was scared!”
“And after?”
“He waited a moment, and remained motionless, while caressing my breasts and under my belly, my slit, with his fingers, then little by little, he moved his thing in my belly slowly at first and then faster and faster… I was hurt at first but then as he was caressing mea at the same time. I was alright. I was not contracted anymore and I was less scared. Then it stopped hurting, and he moved in me as I had seen him do in Nadine's belly. I heard him sighing, gaping in my back, and suddenly, deeply dug in me, he stopped…”
“After?”
“After that he stopped, he put me on my back and caressed my slit and sucked at my little button till I had pleasure. When it was all over, he sent me away and told me to grow fast so that he could take my virginity and make me become a real woman.”
“And since?”
“And since yesterday, nothing happened with me. I hear Solange crying this morning in her room and Uncle came down with his cat o'nine tails, but Solange refused to tell me anything. Tonight we are expecting guests, I was told to go to bed early… Uncle this afternoon is working in the attics, I do no know at what, he has ropes with him.”
“Try to know, said Monique, guessing that soon something new would happen.”
“I will try… But I am scared of mice!”
Monique burst out laughing and soon fell in voluptuousness under young Janine's tongue. The child's head was deeply dug between the two magnificent tanned and widely open thighs. Soon after that, they left the place, and separated, decided to meet on the next day.
CHAPTER TEN
THE BRIDE'S RAPE
Monique, with one sudden move from her rear, separated from the man, feeling the wet and slippery rod, slide out of her guts, she had been taken four times, and was mad because not only had she received no pleasure from that embrace, but she was hurt as he had been brutal. She silently dressed and went out, draped in her blacks cape, in front of an annoyed Max.
The fresh air calmed and eased her mood. She was angry at Max for not being able to moderate his appetite and his guests' appetites. And besides that she felt no pleasure at the same old mirror game that were only a foreword to the complete sodomisation of her being.
She went back to Sonia and slept miserably. The day went in phores. She did not go swimming and refused to let little Jacques caress her belly. She met Janine at the same place in the woods and a long embrace had them rolling under the pine tress in the dunes Monique gave herself completely under the child's caress, when the haze of pleasure that dimmed her vision and blurred the trees and the landscape around her had faded, she stretched and, while she was caressing her breasts, she asked Janine to tell her about the past evening at her Uncle's.
When coming home, Janine took advantage of her uncle being in the garden to go in the attic. It was a huge room under the roof that covered the house's whole surface. It had big apparent timbers, and ropes were hanging from the ceiling, she could not at once understand why. The only light was to be given some candles here and there, and also a couple of camping oil-lamps. In one corner of the room there was a kind of closet, the door of which was made of disjointed panels. She looked inside, and decided that that would be the ideal spot where to go at the proper time.
She also noticed a few chairs, a chest of drawers, and on an old table, whips of different types and shapes, and also leather belts, and tweezers, needles and many other torture instruments.
Janine went down for dinner. It was a quiet evening. Janine learned that Solange was going to spend the evening and then the night at some friends of Barral, under the pretense of helping them… She left around eight or nine o'clock and Barral sent Janine to bed. Time passed, the night was really a dark one. The young kid did not want to sleep and the whole house was silent.
Then the noise of a car. Janine heard that Barral was locking her in… Quickly she put on her nightdress and by the balcony went into Barral's room and from there into the attic.
The lit oil-lamps were giving a strange enhancement to the room and to the things in it. Janine shivered, but she struggled against her fears and went hide herself in the little closet. She put on her slippers, waiting for the mice… Her heart was beating like a drum.
She heard the car stop, then hoarse voices, some sighs, and cries, then footsteps in the corridor. Through the violently opened door came Barral, dressed in a dark brown frocks then two peasants in Sunday cloths, with a white carnation at their buttonhole around forty, the red complexion of good-living people, holding a young bride, all in white, that was struggling against them. But Janine soon saw that she was tipsy and that she could not really defend herself.
“No, No, I do not want it… NO… Are you out of your mind? NO…”
Behind them came a fat and red-faced monk. Barral locked the door.
