p.m.”
Anxious and impatient at the same time, Monique thought that the day would never end.
The same evening she put on the clothes that were in the bow. The mirror sent her the image of a sultry Monique, her shapely legs emphasized by the black silk stockings with very high heel shoes that accentuated the curve of her legs. Her thighs emerging from a pleated velvet skirt that opened right under the buttocks and looked like a lamp-shade. Her belly and her majestuous bottom were naked under it. A velvet bodice with long and puffed sleeves, of the same color than the skirt, was covering her torso… slit from the neck to the belt where a string of stones (faked of course) was accentuating the slim waist and round hips. The opening in the bodice allowed a good eyeing of the young girl's charms. One could see the deep valley that separated her breasts and their round and firm base. On her head a little black velvet cap lined with white swan feathers was posed over her fair and silky curls.
Monique put a little velvet mask over her eyes, and, apprehending what would come later took the corridor that led to Mrs. Merval apartments.
She welcomed Monique silently and introduced her in the lounge only dimly lit by one lamp in a corner. Monique was astounded… In front of her, three men were sitting on the sofa, and one of them was wearing a monk's frock. They all wore masks. Gallantly they raised and bowed in front of her. Claudie pushed her toward them. Anxious, Monique gave Claudie a long enquiring look… Claudie was dressed in a black transparent neglige that daringly revealed her naked and muscled body… and her black silk dressed legs. Claudie showed Monique the little table where the liquors were stored. She poured a glass for each of the guests and presented it on a gold tray. She sat in front of them, on a little stool, her thighs closed tight together. Because of the low level where she was sitting she had her knees at the same level as her breasts and her thighs, and a little bit of the flesh of her sex were widely displayed. She lowered her eyes, a little bit ashmade, but she could feel desire coming in her veins.
Claudie came to her in the purr of her lace, she was walking in a cloud of scent… She opened a little case and handle it to Monique:
“Look darling what our friends were nice enough to bring for you…
Monique looked into the little box and stood motionless, her eyes could not leave the things in the box. On a velvet tray were exposed a little whip with thin lashes, alstick, and three nozzles with different heads, made out of a pink and hard kind of rubber.
A voluptuous emotion crept into Monique's body. She blushed intently under the emotion Claudie was already by her side, unbuttoning the bodice and taking one of Monique's breasts in her hand. When the voluminous globe appeared, a murmur of admiration from the guests saluted its apparition. Soon after the other breasts was unveiled with its erected nipple. Monique was pushed towards the men and had to place herself in front of them. Immediately they kissed the teats and appreciated the volume and consistence embrace, mouth to mouth, while her hands were lifting the little skirt up and that the pleasure of Monique was increased by the sensation given by the hands of the three men on her thighs, on her buttocks, the fingers trying to insinuate between the plump globes.
She hardly reacted when she left the fingers, between her thighs, brushing past her cunt already damp from her own juices, and stopped at the little pucked and curled ass-hose. She was drinking Claudie's perverted kiss, aspiring her lascivious tongue… She felt that Claudie tried to unhook completely her bodice and resisted. Claudie did not insist, but she bent her lower, and that movement accentuated the large curves of her splendid bottom… The three men were admiring the sight offered by that display of with flesh encircled by black velvet, those thighs whose white flesh was emerging from the black silk stockings, held by little garters made of black leather.
Out of the little triangle at the crossroad of the buttocks, a little bit of the flesh of the sex appeared surrounded by a few pale curls.
Claudie whispered in the ear of the young girl:
“Open your legs…
Monique shook head and refused…
“Open your legs,” repeated Claudie on another tone of voice. “Open… Or I will have to spank you…”
A deep emotion came in Monique's body when she heard that word “spanking” there was a great share of desire in her negation… She was already feeling the contact of the lashes on her flesh. Claudie, bending over her, in front of her, was holding her bent, her wrists maintained on the stool. With a light wheezzz the lashes were crashing on her bottom, and Monique could not withhold a cry of surprise more than pain. She turned over and saw the monk standing up behind her, he was holding a whip in his hand. She lowered her head, ashamed, but another blow landed across her buttocks harder, drier… and another while her bottom was slowly undulating, another blow came and made her feel warm all over… Then, solidly standing on his legs opened to assure a steadier posture, the monk started a long flogging against the young girl… His frock was open, and sometimes his prick passed out of the opening… He had made flogging an art, each stroke was covering the whole surface of the bottom after a few blows, the buttocks were burning and turning a deep pink… of the bottom, after a few blows, the buttocks were burning and turning a deep pink… an intense heat was insinuating between the tightly closed legs and coming in Monique's sex. “Open…” ordered the monk at each blow… But Monique was resisting, half by shame and half by pleasure, because she enjoyed the humiliating posture… But the man was whipping harder and an intent pain came in Monique's body… Dim at first it became more precise and unbearable… Her body wriggled, weakly the more and more violently… The bottom was dancing in front of the men's eyes and they started undressing… Rape was in their eyes… They displayed in front of Claudie the sight of their exacerbated virilities…
The blows were falling at a more rapid pace… The monk, on sideways, was aiming at the point where the thighs and the buttocks joint… The tip of the lashes crashed in the middle of the triangle of flesh and delicate hair…
Just a few more blows and the pain that, irradiated Monique's body became unbearable. She could feel like needles going in her skin… Sometimes a lash would insinuate between the curled lips of her cunt and would stroke the damp flesh where it was the most sensitive… Monique was turning her bottom in all directions trying to espace the torture… She was drawing lubric arabesques in the air… She refused to obey though, she did not know why, but she was feeling like the beginning of a strange spasm… The coming pleasure made blood run faster in her veins, it was beating wildly at her temples… She gnashed her teeth… Her crispated fingers rasped on the velvet of the stool… Claudie guessed that voluptuousness was coming closer… She gave the monk a signal and he accelerated the rhythm… He aimed particularly at the joint between the thighs and the buttocks. It was like a fast beat on the sex and under that rough but how exciting caress Monique opened and closed her thighs rapidly, her bottom and her cunt protruding…
But everytime that the sex appeared the lashes caressed it deeply and irradiated an even more intense pain in her whole body.
Bending over that bottom, monstrous with lubricity, the men were watching that kind of masturbation, waiting for the imminent spasm. It soon came, while Monique, her head dug between Claudie's breasts, was sobbing, hiccuping, gasping half suffering, half sunk in pleasure… Then her whole body had a spasm… She bent on her knees, her legs shivered, four times the bottom came to meet the lashes that four times crashed vigorously on her sex, from behind… Then the whole body tumbled down, kneeling at Claudie's feet while Monique's throat uttered a long inarticulated moan…
They let the young girl recover consciousness while Claudie was slowly undressing her, they offered her a glass of liquor and she drank it, she felt better.
Monique naked, with only her stockings, her shoes, and her little cap, was standing in front of the men, letting them admire her perfect body…
Caresses of the hands, suckings at her breasts… everything happened as in a dream. Her hands along her body felt huge and warm phalluses against her thighs. She grabbed between her fingers the hardened flesh… She caressed the long and shivering tools whose size was scaring her when she regained all her spirits.
But Claudie was reassuring her, while softly biting at her little ears, and at the nape of her neck:
“All that is for you darling… In a little while, all that will be in your guts for you alone… For you to be happy…
And Monique excited by the suction on her breasts, she indulged in masturbating the erected rods.
Soon they turned her over on the couch. The monk, kneeling between her thighs put his mouth on her sex and a slow and delicate sucking soon had Monique sighing deeply. Two other mouths were on her large breasts, the bands were running on her flat belly, on her hips, on her waist. Claudie squatted above her. She felt the damp sex
