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'THE 120 DAYS OF SODOM'
by The Marquis de Sade
Translated by Austryn Wainhouse and Richard Seaver


INTRODUCTION
     The extensive wars wherewith Louis XIV was burdened during his reign,
while draining the State's treasury and exhausting the substance of the
people, none the less contained the secret that led to the prosperity of a
swarm of those bloodsuckers who are always on the watch for public
calamities, which, instead of appeasing, they promote or invent so as,
precisely, to be able to profit from them the more advantageously. The end
of this so very sublime reign was perhaps one of the periods in the history
of the French Empire when one saw the emergence of the greatest number of
these mysterious fortunes whose origins are as obscure as the lust and
debauchery that accompany them. It was toward the close of this period, and
not long before the Regent sought, by means of the famous tribunal which
goes under the name of the Chambre de Justice, to flush this multitude of
traffickers, that four of them conceived the idea for the singular revels
whereof we are going to give an account. One must not suppose that it was
exclusively the low-born and vulgar sort which did this swindling;
gentlemen of the highest note led the pack. The Duc de Blangis and his
brother the Bishop of X***, each of whom had thuswise amassed immense
fortunes, are in themselves solid proof that, like the others, the nobility
neglected no opportunities to take this road to wealth. These two
illustrious figures, through their pleasures and business closely
associated with the celebrated Durcet and the President de Curval, were the
first to hit upon the debauch we propose to chronicle, and having
communicated the scheme to their two friends, all four agreed to assume the
major roles in these unusual orgies.
     For above six years these four libertines, kindred through their
wealth and tastes, had thought to strengthen their ties by means of
alliances in which debauchery had by far a heavier part than any of the
other motives that ordinarily serve as a basis for such bonds. What they
arranged was as follows: the Duc de Blangis, thrice a widower and sire of
two daughters one wife had given him, having noticed that the President de
Curval appeared interested in marrying the elder of these girls, despite
the familiarities he knew perfectly well her father had indulged in with
her, the Duc, I say, suddenly conceived the idea of a triple alliance.
     "You want Julie for your wife," said he to Curval, "I give her to you
unhesitatingly and put but one condition to the match: that you'll not be
jealous when, although your wife, she continues to show me the same
complaisance she always has in the past; what is more, I'd have you lend
your voice to mine in persuading our good Durcet to give me his daughter
Constance, for whom, I must confess, I have developed roughly the same
feelings you have formed for Julie."
     "But," said Curval, "you are surely aware that Durcet, just as
libertine as you..."
     "I know all that's to be known," the Duc rejoined. "In this age, and
with our manner of thinking, is one halted by such things? do you think I
seek a wife in order to have a mistress? I want a wife that my whims may be
served, I want her to veil, to cover an infinite number of little secret
debauches the cloak of marriage wonderfully conceals. In a word, I want her
for the reasons you want my daughter - do you fancy I am ignorant of your
object and desires? We libertines wed women to hold slaves: as wives they
are rendered more submissive than mistresse, and you know the value we set
upon despotism in the joys we pursue."
     It was at this point Durcet entered. His two friends related their
conversation and, delighted by an overture which promptly induced him to
avow the sentiments he too had conceived for Adelaide, the President's,
Durcet accepted the Duc as his son-in-law, provided he might become
Curval's. The three marriages were speedily concluded, the dowries were
immense, the wedding contracts identical.
     No less culpable than his two colleagues, the President had admitted
to Durcet, who betrayed no displeasure upon learning it, that he maintained
a little clandestine commerce with his own daughter; the three fathers,
each wishing not only to preserve his rights, but noticing here the
possibility of extending them, commonly agreed that the three young ladies,
bound to their husbands by goods and homes only, would not in body belong
more to one than to any of them, and the severest punishments were
prescribed for her who should take it into her head not to comply with any
of the conditions whereunto she was subject.
     They were on the eve of realizing their plan when the Bishop of X***,
already closebound through pleasure shared with his brother's two friends,
proposed contributing a fourth element to the alliance should the other
three gentlemen consent to his participation in the affair. This element,
the Duc's second daughter and hence the Bishop's niece, was already more
thoroughly his property than was generally imagined. He had effected
connections with his sister-in-law and the two brothers knew beyond all
shadow of doubt that the existence of this maiden, who was called Aline,
was far more accurately to be ascribed to the Bishop than to the Duc; the
former who, from the time she left the cradle, had taken the girl into his
keeping, had not, as one may well suppose, stood idle as the years brought
her charms to flower. And so, upon this head, he was his colleagues' equal,
and the article he offered to put on the market was in an equal degree
damaged or degraded; but as Aline's attractions and tender youth outshone
even those of her three companions, she was unhesitatingly made a part of
the bargain. As had the other three, the Bishop yielded her up, but
retained the rights to her use; and so each of our four characters thus
found himself husband to four wives. Thus there resulted an arrangement
which, for the reader's convenience, we shall recapitulate:
     The Duc, Julie's father, became the husband of Constance, Durcet's
daughter;
     Durcet, Constance's father, became the husband of Adelaide, the
President's daughter;
     The President, Adelaide's father, became the husband of Julie, the
Duc's elder daughter;
     And the Bishop, Aline's uncle and father, became the husband of the
other three females by ceding this same Aline to his friends, the while
retaining the same rights over her.
     It was at a superb estate of the Duc, situated in the Bourbonnais,
that these happy matches were made, and I leave to the reader to fancy how
they were consummated and in what orgies; obliged as we are to describe
others, we shall forego the pleasure of picturing these.
     Upon their return to Paris, our four friends' association became only
the firmer; and as our next task is to make the reader familiar with them,
before proceeding to individual and more searching developments, a few
details of their lubricious arrangements will serve, it seems to me, to
shed a preliminary light upon the character of these debauchees.
     The society had created a common fund, which each of its members took
his turn administering for six months; the sums, allocated for nothing but
expenses in the interests of pleasure, were vast. Their excessive wealth
put the most unusual things within their reach, and the reader ought not be
surprised to hear that two million were annually disbursed to obtain good
cheer and lust's satisfaction.
     Four accomplished procuresses to recruit women, and a similar number
of pimps to scout out men, had the sole duty to range both the capital and
the provinces and bring back everything, in the one gender and in the
other, that could best satisfy their sensuality's demands. Four supper
parties were held regularly every week in four different country houses
located at four extremities of Paris. At the first of these gatherings, the
one exclusively given over to the pleasures of sodomy, only men were
present; there would always be at hand sixteen young men, ranging in age
from twenty to thirty, whose immense faculties permitted our four heroes,
in feminine guise, to taste the most agreeable delights. The youths were
selected solely upon the basis of the size of their member, and it almost
became necessary that this superb limb be of such magnificence that it
could never have penetrated any woman; this was an essential clause, and as
naught was spared by way of expense, only very rarely would it fail to be
fulfilled. But simultaneously to sample every pleasure, to these sixteen
husbands was joined the same quantity of boys, much younger, whose purpose
was to assume the office of women. These lads were from twelve to eighteen
years old, and to be chosen for service each had to possess a freshness, a
face, graces, charms, an air, an innocence, a candor which are far beyond
what our brush could possibly paint. No woman was admitted to these
masculine orgies, in the course of which everything of the lewdest invented
in Sodom and Gomorrah was executed.
     At the second supper were girls of superior class who, upon these
occasions forced to give up their proud ostentation and the customary
insolence of their bearing, were constrained, in return for their hire, to
abandon themselves to the most irregular caprices, and often even to the
outrages our libertines were pleased to inflict upon them. Twelve of these
girls would appear, and as Paris could not have furnished a fresh supply of
them as often as would have been necessary, these evenings were inters-
persed with others at which were admitted, only in the same number as the
well-bred ladies, women ranging from procuresses up through the class of
officers' wives. There are above four or five thousand in Paris who belong
to one or the other of the two latter classes and whom need or lust obliges
to attend soirees of this kind; one has but to have good agents to find
them, and our libertines, who were splendidly represented, would frequently
come across miraculous specimens. But it was in vain one was honest or a
decent woman, one had to submit everything: our Lordships' libertinage, of
a variety that never brooks limits, would overwhelm with horrors and
infamies whatever, whether by Nature or social convention, ought to have
been exempt from such ordeals. Once one was there, one had to be ready for
anything, and as our four villains had every taste that accompanies the
lowest, most crapulous debauch, this fundamental acquiescence to their
desires was not by any means a matter of inconsequence.
     The guests at the third supper were the vilest, foulest creatures that
can possibly be met with. To him who has some acquaintance with
debauchery's extravagances, this refinement will appear wholly
understandable; 'tis most voluptuous to wallow, so to speak, in filth with
persons of this category; these exercises offer the completest abandon, the
most monstrous intemperance, the most total abasement, and these pleasures,
compared with those tasted the evening before, or with the distinguished
individuals in whose company we have tasted them, have a way of lending a
sharp spice to earlier activities. At these third suppers, debauch being
more thorough, nothing was omitted that might render it complex and
piquant. A hundred whores would appear in the course of six hours, and only
too often something less than the full hundred would leave the games. But
there is nothing to be gained by hurrying our story or by broaching
subjects which can only receive adequate treatment in the sequel.
     As for the fourth supper, it was reserved for young maids; only those
between the ages of seven and fifteen were permitted. Their condition in
life was of no importance, what counted was their looks: they had to be
charming; as for their virginity, authentic evidence was required. Oh,
incredible refinement of libertinage! It was not, assuredly, that they
wished to pluck all those roses, and how indeed could they have done so?
for those untouched flowers were always a score in number, and of our four
libertines only two were capable of proceeding to the act, one of the
remaining two, the financier, being absolutely incapable of an erection,
and the Bishop being absolutely unable to take his pleasure save in a
fashion which, yes, I agree, may dishonor a virgin but which, however,
always leaves her perfectly intact. No matter; the twenty maiden-heads had
to be there, and those which were not impaired by our quartet of masters
became, before their eyes, the prey of certain of their valets just as
depraved as they, whom they kept constantly at beck and call for more than
one reason.
     Apart from these four supper parties there was another, a secret and
private one held every Friday, involving many fewer persons but surely
costing a great deal more. The participants were restricted to four young
and high-born damsels who, by means of strategy and money, had been
abducted from their parents' homes. Our libertines' wives nearly always had
a share in this debauch, and their extreme submissiveness, their docile
attentions, their services made it more of a success each time. As for the
genial atmosphere at these suppers, it goes without saying that even
greater profusion than delicacy reigned there; not one of these meals cost
less than ten thousand francs, and neighboring countries as well as all
France were ransacked so that what was of the rarest and most exquisite
might be assembled together. Fine and abundant wines and liqueurs were
there, and even during the winter they had fruits of every season; in a
word, one may be certain that the table of the world's greatest monarch was
not dressed with as much luxury nor served with equal magnificence.
     But now let us retrace our steps and do our best to portray one by one
each of our four heroes - to describe each not in terms of the beautiful,
not in a manner that would seduce or captivate the reader, but simply with
the brush strokes of Nature which, despite all her disorder, is often
sublime, indeed even when she is at her most depraved. For - and why not
say so in passing - if crime lacks the kind of delicacy one finds in
virtue, is not the former always more sublime, does it not unfailingly have
a character of grandeur and sublimity which surpasses, and will always make
it preferable to, the monotonous and lackluster charms of virtue? Will you
protest the greater usefulness of this or of that, is it for us to scan
Nature's laws, ours to determine whether, vice being just as necessary to
Nature as is virtue, she perhaps does not implant in us, in equal quantity,
the penchant for one or the other, depending upon her respective needs? But
let us proceed.
     The Duc de Blangis, at eighteen the master of an already colossal
fortune which his later speculations much increased, experienced all the
difficulties which descend like a cloud of locusts upon a rich and
influental young man who need not deny himself anything; it almost always
happens in such cases that the extent of one's vices, and one stints
oneself that much less the more one has the means to procure oneself
everything. Had the Duc received a few elementary qualities from Nature,
they might possibly have counter-balanced the dangers which beset him in
his position, but this curious mother, who sometimes seems to collaborate
with chance in order that the latter may favor every vice she gives to
those certain beings of whom she expects attentions very different from
those virtue supposes, and this because she has just as much need of the
one as of the other, Nature, I say, in destining Blangis for immense
wealth, had meticulously endowed him with every impulse, every inspiration
required for its abuse. Together with a tenebrous and very evil mind, she
had accorded him a heart of flint and an utterly criminal soul, and these
were accompanied by the disorders in tastes and irregularity of whim whence
were born the dreadful libertinage to which the Duc was in no common
measure addicted. Born treacherous, harsh, imperious, barbaric, selfish as
lavish in the pursuit of pleasure as miserly when it were a question of
useful spending, a liar, a gourmand, a drunk, a dastard, a sodomite, fond
of incest, given to murdering, to arson, to theft, no, not a single virtue
compensated that host of vices. Why, what am I saying! not only did he
never so much as dream of a single virtue, he beheld them all with horror,
and he was frequently heard to say that to be truly happy in this world a
man ought not merely fling himself into every vice, but should never permit
himself one virtue, and that it was not simply a matter of always doing
evil, but also and above all of never doing good.
"Oh, there are plenty of people," the Duc used to observe, "who never
misbehave save when passion spurs them to ill; later, the fire gone out of
them, their now calm spirit peacefully returns to the path of virtue and,
thus passing their life going from strife to error and from error to
remorse, they end their days in such a way there is no telling just what
roles they have enacted on earth. Such persons," he would continue, "must
surely be miserable: forever drifting, continually undecided, their entire
life is spent detesting in the morning what they did the evening before.
Certain to repent of the pleasures they taste, they take their delight in
quaking, in such sort they become at once virtuous in crime and criminal in
virtue. However,"our hero would add, "my more solid character is a stranger
to these contradictions; I do my choosing without hesitation, and as I am
always sure to find pleasure in the choice I make, never does regret arise
to dull its charm. Firm in my principles because those I formed are sound
and were formed very early, I always act in accordance with them; they have
made me understand the emptiness and nullity of virtue; I hate virtue, and
never will I be seen resorting to it. They have persuaded me that through
vice alone is man capable of experiencing this moral and physical vibration
which is the source of the most delicious voluptuousness; so I give myself
over to vice. I was still very young when I learned to hold religion's
fantasies in contempt, being perfectly convinced that the existence of a
creator is a revolting absurdity in which not even children continue to
believe. I have no need to thwart my inclinations in order to flatter some
god; these instincts were given me by Nature, and it would be to irritate
her were I to resist them; if she gave me bad ones, that is because they
were necessary to her designs. I am in her hands but a machine which she
runs as she likes, and not one of my crimes does not serve her: the more
she urges me to commit them, the more of them she needs; I should be a fool
to disobey her. Thus, nothing but the law stands in my way, but I defy the
law, my gold and my prestige keep me well beyond reach of those vulgar
instruments of repression which should be employed only upon the common
sort." If one were to raise the objection that, nevertheless, all men
possess ideas of the just and the unjust which can only be the product of
Nature, since these notions are found in every people and even amongst the
uncivilized, the Duc would reply affirmatively, saying that yes, those
ideas have never been anything if not relative, that the stronger has
always considered exceedingly just what the weaker regarded as flagrantly
unjust, and that it takes no more than the mere reversal of their positions
for each to be able to change his way of thinking too; whence the Duc would
conclude that nothing is really just but what makes for pleasure, and what
is unjust is the cause of pain; that in taking a hundred louis from a man's
pocket, he was doing something very just for himself, although the victim
of the robbery might have to regard the action with another eye; that all
these notions therefore being very arbitrary, a fool he who would allow
himself to become their thrall. It was by means of arguments in this kind
the Duc used to justify his trans-gressions, and as he was a man of
greatest possible wit, his arguments had a decisive ring. And so, modeling
his conduct upon his philosophy, the Duc had, from his most tender youth,
abandoned himself unrestrainedly to the most shameful extravagances, and to
the most extraordinary ones. His father, having died young and, as I
indicated, left him in control of a huge fortune, had however stipulated in
his will that the young man's mother should, while she lived, be allowed to
enjoy a large share of this legacy. Such a condition was not in displeasing
Blangis: poison appearing to be the only way to avoid having to subscribe
to this article, the knave straightway decided to make use of it. But this
was the period when he was only making his first steps in a vicious career;
not daring to act himself, he brought one of his sisters, with whom he was
carrying on a criminal intrigue, to take charge of the execution, assuring
her that if she were to succeed, he would see to it that she would be the
beneficiary of that part of the fortune whereof death would deprive their
mother. However, the young lady was horrified by this proposal, and the
Duc, observing that this ill-confided secret was perhaps going to betray
him, decided on the spot to extend his plans to include the sister he had
hoped to have for an accomplice; he conducted both women to one of his
properties whence the two unfortunate ones never returned. Nothing quite
encourages as does one's first unpunished crime. This hurdle once cleared,
an open field seemed to beckon to the Duc. Immediately any person
whomsoever showed opposition to his desires, poison was employed forthwith.
From necessary murders he soon passed to those of pure pleasure; he was
captivated by that regrettable folly which causes us to find delight in the
sufferings of others; he noticed that a violent commotion inflicted upon
any kind of an adversary is answered by a vibrant thrill in our own nervous
system; the effect of this vibration, arousing the animal spirits which
flow within these nerves' con-cavities, obliges them to exert pressure on
the erector nerves and to produce in accordance with this perturbation what
is termed a lubricious sensation. Consequently, he set about committing
thefts and murders in the name of debauchery and libertinage, just as
someone else would be content, in order to inflame these same passions, to
chase a whore or two. At the age of twenty-three, he and three of his
companions in vice, whom he had indoctrinated with his philosophy, made up
a party whose aim was to go out and stop a public coach on the highway, to
rape the men among the travelers along with the women, to assassinate them
afterward, to make off with their victims' money (the conspirators
certainly had no need of this), and to be back that same night, all three
of them, at the Opera Ball in order to have a sound alibi. This crime took
place, ah, yes: two charming maids were violated and massacred in their
mother's arms; to this was joined an endless list of other horrors, and no
one dared suspect the Duc. Weary of the delightful wife his father had
bestowed upon him before dying, the young Blangis wasted no time uniting
her shade to his mother's, to his sister's, and to those of all his other
victims. Why all this? to be able to marry a girl, wealthy, to be sure, but
publicly dishonored and whom he knew full well was her brother's mistress.
The person in question was the mother of Aline, one of the figures in our
novel we mentioned above. This second wife, soon sacrificed like the first,
gave way to a third, who followed hard on the heels of the second. It was
rumored abroad that the Duc's huge construction was responsible for the
undoing of all his wives, and as this gigantic tale corresponded in every
point to its gigantic inspiration, the Duc let the opinion take root and
veil the truth. That dreadful colossus did indeed make one think of
Hercules or a centaur: Blangis stood five foot eleven inches tall, had
limbs of great strength and energy, powerful sinews, elastic nerves, in
addition to that a proud and masculine visage, great dark eyes, handsome
black eyelashes, an aquiline nose, fine teeth, a quality of health and
exuberance, broad shoulders, a heavy chest but a well-proportioned figure
withal, splendid hips, superb buttocks, the handsomest leg in the world, an
iron temperament, the strength of a horse, the member of a veritable mule,
wondrously hirsute, blessed with the ability to eject its sperm any number
of times within a given day and at will, even at the age of fifty, which
was his age at the time, a virtually constant erection in this member whose
dimensions were an exact eight inches for circumference and twelve for
length over-all, and there you have the portrait of the Duc de Blangis,
drawn as accurately as if you'd wielded the pencil yourself. But if this
masterpiece of Nature was violent in its desires, what was it like, Great
God! when crowned by drunken voluptuousness? 'Twas a man no longer, 'twas a
raging tiger. Woe unto him who happened then to be serving its passions;
frightful cries, atrocious blasphemies sprang from the Duc's swollen
breast, flames seemed to dart from his eyes, he foamed at the mouth, he
whinnied like a stallion, you'd have taken him for the very god of lust.
Whatever then was his manner of having his pleasure, his hands necessarily
strayed, roamed continually, and he had been more than once seen to
strangle woman to death at the instant of his perfidious discharge. His
presence of mind once restored, his frenzy was immediately replaced by the
most complete indifference to the infamies wherewith he had just indulged
himself, and of this indifference, of this kind of apathy, further sparks
of lechery would be born almost at once.
     In his youth, the Duc had been known to discharge as often as eighteen
times a day, and that without appearing one jot more fatigued after the
final than after the initial ejaculation. Seven or eight crises within the
same interval still held no terrors for him, his half a century of years
notwithstanding. For roughly twenty-five years he had accustomed himself to
passive sodomy, and he withstood its assaults with the identical vigor
characterized his manner of delivering them actively when, the very next
moment, it pleased him to exchange roles. He had once wagered he could
sustain fifty-five attacks in a day, and so he had. Furnished, as we have
pointed out, with prodigious strength, he needed only one hand to violate a
girl, and he had proved it upon several occasions. One day he boasted he
could squeeze the life out of a horse with his legs; he mounted the beast,
it collapsed at the instant he had predicted. His prowess at the table
outshone, if that is possible, what he demonstrated upon the bed. There's
no imagining what had come to be the quantity of the food he consumed. He
regularly ate three meals a day, and they were all three exceedingly
prolonged and exceedingly copious, and it was as nothing to him to toss
down his usual ten bottles of Burgundy; he had drunk up to thirty, and
needed but to be challenged and he would set out for the mark of fifty; but
his intoxication taking on the tinge of his passions, and liqueurs or wines
having heated his brain, he would wax furious, and they would be obliged to
tie him down. And despite all that, would you believe it? a steadfast child
might have hurled this giant into a panic; true indeed it is that the
spirit often poorly corresponds with the fleshy sheath enveloping it: as
soon as Blangis discovered he could no longer use his treachery or his
deceit to make away with his enemy, he would become timid and cowardly, and
the mere thought of even the mildest combat, but fought on equal terms,
would have sent him fleeing to the ends of the earth. He had nevertheless,
in keeping with custom, been in one or two campaigns, but had acquitted
himself so disgracefully he had retired from the service at once.
Justifying his turpitude with equal amounts of cleverness and effrontery,
he loudly proclaimed that his poltroonery being nothing other than the
desire to preserve himself, it were perfectly impossible for anyone in his
right senses to condemn it for a fault.
     Keep in mind the identical moral traits; next, adapt them to an entity
from the physical point of view infinitely inferior to the one we just
described; there you have the portrait of the Bishop of X***, the Duc de
Blangis' brother. The same black soul, the same penchant for crime, the
same contempt for religion, the same atheism, the same deception and
cunning, a yet more supple and adroit mind, however, and more art in
guiding his victims to their doom, but a slender figure, not heavy, no, a
little thin body, wavering health, very delicate nerves, a greater
fastidiousness in the pursuit of pleasure, mediocre prowess, a most
ordinary member, even small, but deft, profoundly skilled in management,
each time yielding so little that his incessantly inflamed imagination
would render him capable of tasting delight quite as frequently as his
brother; his sensations were of a remarkable acuteness, he would experience
an irritation so prodigious he would often fall into a deep swoon upon
discharging, and he almost always temporarily lost consciousness when doing
so.
     He was forty-five, had delicate features, rather attractive eyes but a
foul mouth and ugly teeth, a hairless pallid body, a small but well-shaped
ass, and a prick five inches around and six in length. An idolater of
active and passive sodomy, but eminently of the latter, he spent his life
having himself buggered, and this pleasure, which never requires much
expense of energy, was best suited to the modesty of his means. We will
speak of his other tastes in good time. With what regards those of the
table, he carried them nearly as far as the Duc, but went about the matter
with somewhat more sensuality. Monseigneur, no less a criminal than his
elder brother, possessed characteristics which had doubtless permitted him
to match the celebrated feats of the hero we painted a moment ago; we will
content ourselves with citing one of them, 'twill be enough to make the
reader see of what such a man may be capable, and what he was prepared and
disposed to do, having done the following:
     One of his friends, a man powerful and rich, had formerly had an
intrigue with a young noblewoman who had borne him two children, a girl and
a boy. He had, however, never been able to wed her, and the maiden had
become another's wife. The unlucky girl's lover died while still young, but
the owner howbeit of a tremendous fortune; having no kin to provide for, it
occurred to him to bequeath all he had to the two ill-fated children his
affair had produced.
     On his deathbed, he made the Bishop privy to his intentions and
entrusted him with these two immense endowments: he divided the sum, put
them in two purses, and gave them to the Bishop, confiding the two orphans'
education to this man of God and enlisting him to pass on to each what was
to be his when they attained their majority. At the same time he enjoyed
the prelate to invest his wards' funds, so that in the meantime they would
double in size. He also affirmed that it was his design to leave his
offsprings' mother in eternal ignorance of what he was doing for them, and
he absolutely insisted that none of this should ever be mentioned to her.
These arrangements concluded, the dying man closed his eyes, and
Monseigneur found himself master of about a million in banknotes, and of
two children. The scoundrel was not long deliberating his next step: the
dying man had spoken to no one but him, the mother was to know nothing, the
children were only four or five years old. He circulated the intelligence
that his friend, upon expiring, had left his fortune to the poor; the
rascal acquired it the same day. But to ruin those wretched children did
not suffice; furnished with authority by their father, the Bishop - who
never committed one crime without instantly conceiving another - had the
children removed from the remote pension in which they were being brought
up, and placed them under the roof of certain people in his hire, from the
outset having resolved soon to make them serve his perfidious lust. He
waited until they were thirteen; the little boy was the first to arrive at
that age: the Bishop put him to use, bent him to all his debauches, and as
he was extremely pretty, sported with him for a week. But the little girl
fared less well: she reached the prescribed age, but was very ugly, a fact
which had no mitigating effect upon the good Bishop's lubricious fury. His
desires appeased, he feared lest these children, left alive, would someday
discover something of the secret of their interests. Therefore, he
conducted them to an estate belonging to his brother and, sure of
recapturing, by means of a new crime, the sparks of lechery enjoyment had
just caused him to lose, he immolated both of them to his ferocious
passions, and accompanied their death with episodes so piquant and so cruel
that his voluptuousness was reborn in the midst of the torments wherewith
he beset them. The thing is, unhappily, only too well known: there is no
libertine at least a little steeped in vice who is not aware of the great
sway murder exerts over the senses, and how voluptuously it determines a
discharge. And that is a general truth whereof it were well the reader be
early advised before undertaking the perusal of a work which will surely
attempt an ample development of this system.
     Henceforth at ease in the face of whatever might transpire,
Monseigneur returned to Paris to enjoy the fruit of his misdeeds, and
without the least qualms about having counteracted the intentions of a man
who, in his present situation, was in no state to derive either pain or
pleasure therefrom.
     The President de Curval was a pillar of society; almost sixty years of
age, and worn by debauchery to a singular degree, he offered the eye not
much more than a skeleton. He was tall, he was dry, thin, had two blue
lusterless eyes, a livid and unwholesome mouth, a prominent chin, a long
nose. Hairy as a satyr, flat-backed, with slack, drooping buttocks that
rather resembled a pair of dirty rags flapping upon his upper thighs; the
skin of those buttocks was, thanks to whipstrokes, so deadened and
toughened that you could seize up a handful and knead it without his
feeling a thing. In the center of it all there was displayed - no need to
spread those cheeks - an immense orifice whose enormous diameter, odor, and
color bore a closer resemblance to the depths of a well-freighted privy
than to an asshole; and, crowning touch to these allurements, there was
numbered among this sodomizing pig's little idiosyncrasies that of always
leaving this particular part of himself in such a state of uncleanliness
that one was at all times able to observe there a rim or pad a good two
inches thick. Below a belly as wrinkled as it was livid and gummy, one
perceived, within a forest of hairs, a tool which, in its erectile
condition, might have been about eight inches long and seven around; but
this condition had come to be the most rare and to procure it a furious
sequence of things was the necessary preliminary. Nevertheless, the event
occurred at least two or three times each week, and upon these occasions
the President would glide into every hole to be found, indiscriminately,
although that of a young lad's behind was infinitely the most precious to
him. The head of the President's device was now at all times exposed, for
he had had himself circumcised, a ceremony which largely facilitates
enjoyment and to which all pleasure-loving persons ought to submit. But one
of the purposes of the same operation is to keep this privity cleaner;
nothing of the sort in Curval's case: this part of him was just as filthy
as the other: this uncapped head, naturally quite thick to begin with, was
thus made at least an inch ampler in circumference. Similarly untidy about
all the rest of his person, the President, who furthermore had tastes at
the very least as nasty as his appearance, had become a figure whose rather
malodorous vicinity might not have succeeded in pleasing everyone. However,
his colleagues were not at all of the sort to be scandalized by such
trifles, and they simply avoided discussing the matter with him. Few
mortals had been as free in their behavior or as debauches as the
President; but, entirely jaded, absolutely besotted, all that remained to
him was the depravation and lewd profligacy of libertinage. Above three
hours of excess, and of the most outrageous excess, were needed before one
could hope to inspire a voluptous reaction in him. As for his emission,
although in Curval the phenomenon was far more frequent than erection, and
could be observed once every day, it was, all the same, so difficult to
obtain, or it never occurred save as an aftermath to things so strange and
often so cruel or so unclean, that the agents of his pleasure not
uncommonly renounced the struggle, fainting by the wayside, the which would
give birth in him to a kind of lubricious anger and this, through its
effects, would now and again triumph where his efforts had failed. Curval
was to such a point mired down in the morass of vice and libertinage that
it had become virtually impossible for him to think or speak of anything
else. He unendingly had the most appalling expressions in his mouth, just
as he had the vilest designs in his heart, and these with surpassing energy
he mingled with blasphemies and imprecations supplied him by his true
horror, a sentiment he shared with his companions, for everything that
smacked of religion. This disorder of mind, yet further augmented by the
almost continual intoxication in which he was fond of keeping himself, had
during the past few years given him an air of imbecility and prostration
which, he would declare, made for his most cherished delight.
     Born as great a gourmand as a drunk, he alone was fit to keep abreast
of the Duc, and in the course of this tale we will behold him to perform
wonders which will no doubt astonish the most veteran eaters.
     It had been ten years since Curval had ceased to discharge his
judicial duties; it was not simply that he was no longer fit to carry them
out, but I even believe that while he had been, he may have been asked to
leave these matters alone for the rest of his life.
     Curval had led a very libertine life, every sort of perversion was
familiar to him, and those who knew him personally had the strong suspicion
he owed his vast fortune to nothing other than two or three murders.
However that may be, it is, in the light of the following story, highly
probable that this variety of extravagance had the power to stir him
deeply, and it is this adventure, which attracted some unfortunate
publicity, that was responsible for his exclusion from the Court. We are
going to relate the episode in order to give the reader an idea of his
character.
     There dwelled in the neighborhood of Curval's town house a miserable
street porter who, the father of a charming little girl, was ridiculous
enough to be a person of sensibility. Twenty messages of every kind had
already arrived containing proposals relating to the poor fellow's
daughter; he and his wife had remained unshaken despite this barrage aimed
at their corruption, and Curval, the source of these embassies, only
irritated by the growing number of refusals they had evoked, knew not what
tack to take in order to get his hands upon the girl and to subject her to
his libidinous caprices, until it struck to him that by simply having the
father broken he would lead the daughter to his bed. The thing was as
nicely conceived as executed. Two or three bullies in the President's pay
intervened in the suit, and before the month was out, the wretched porter
was enmeshed in an imaginary crime which seemed to have been committed at
his door and which got him speedily lodged in one of the Conciergerie's
dungeons. The President, as one would expect, soon took charge of the case,
and, having no desire to permit it to drag on, arranged in the space of
three days, thanks to his knavery and his gold, to have the unlucky porter
condemned to be broken on the wheel, without the culprit ever having
committed any crime but that of wishing to preserve his honor and safeguard
his daughter's.
     Meanwhile, the solicitations were renewed. The mother was brought in,
it was explained to her that she alone had it in her power to save her
husband, that if she were to satisfy the President, what could be clearer
than that he would thereupon snatch her husband from the dreadful fate
awaiting him. Further hesitation was impossible; the woman made inquiries;
Curval knew perfectly well to whom she addressed herself, the counsels were
his creatures, and they gave her unambiguous replies: she ought not waste a
moment. The poor woman herself brought her daughter weeping to her judge's
feet; the latter could not have been more liberal with his promises, nor
have been less eager to keep his word. Not only did he fear lest, were he
to deal honorably and spare the husband, the man might go and raise an
uproar upon discovering the price that had been paid to save his life, but
the scoundrel even found a further delight, a yet keener one, in arranging
to have himself given what he wished without being obliged to make any
return.
     This thought led to others; numerous criminal possibilities entered
his head, and their effect was to increase his perfidious lubricity. And
this is how he set about the matter so as to put the maximum of infamy and
piquancy into the scene:
     His mansion stood facing a spot where criminals are sometimes executed
in Paris, and as this particular offense had been committed in that quarter
of the city, he won assurance the punishment would be meted out on this
particular square. The wretch's wife and daughter arrived at the
President's home at the appointed hour; all windows overlooking the square
were well shuttered, so that, from the apartments where he amused himself
with his victims, nothing at all could be seen of what was going on
outside. Apprised of the exact minute of the execution, the rascal selected
it for the deflowering of the little girl who was held in her mother's
arms, and everything was so happily arranged that Curval discharged into
the child's ass the moment her father expired. Instantly he'd completed his
business, "Come have a look," quoth he, opening a window looking upon the
square, "come see how well I've kept my bargain," and one of his two
princesses saw her father, the other her husband, delivering up his soul to
the headsman's steel.
     Both collapsed in a faint, but Curval had provided for everything:
this swoon was their agony, they'd both been poisoned, and nevermore opened
their eyes. Notwithstanding the precautions he had taken to swathe the
whole of this exploit in the most profound mystery, something did indeed
transpire: nothing was known of the women's death, but there existed a
lively suspicion he had been untruthful in connection with the husband's
case. His motive was half-known, and his eventual retirement from the bench
was the outcome. As of this moment, no longer having to maintain
appearances, Curval flung himself into a new ocean of errors and crimes. He
sent everywhere for victims to sacrifice to the perversity of his tastes.
Through an atrocious refinement of cruelty, but one, however, very easily
understood, the downtrodden classes were those upon which he most enjoyed
hurling the effects of his raging perfidy. He had several minions who were
abroad night and day, scouring attics and hovels, tracking down whatever of
the most destitute misery might be able to provide, and under the pretext
of dispensing aid, either he envenomed his catch - to give poison was one
of his most delectable pastimes - or he lured it to his house and slew it
upon the altar of his perverse preferences. Men, women, children: anything
was fuel to his rage, and at its bidding he performed excesses which would
have got his head between block and blade a thousand times over were it not
for the silver he distributed and the esteem he enjoyed, factors whereby he
was a thousand times protected. One may well imagine such a being had no
more religion than his two confreres; he without doubt detested it as
sovereignly as they, but in years past had done more to wither it in
others, for, in the days when his mind had been sound, it had also been
clever, and he had put it to good use writing against religion; he was the
author of a several works whose influence had been prodigious, and these
successes, always present in his memory, still constituted one of his
dearest delights.
     The more we multiply the objects of our enjoyments...(the portrait of
Durcet)
     (a) ...the years of a sickly childhood.
     Durcet is fifty-three; he is small, short, broad, thickset; an
agreeable, hearty face; a very white skin; his entire body, and principally
his hips and buttocks, absolutely like a woman's; his ass is cool and
fresh, chubby, firm, and dimpled, but excessively agape, owing to the habit
of sodomy; his prick is extraordinarily small, 'tis scarcely two inches
around, no more than four inches long; it has entirely ceased to stiffen;
his discharges are rare and uneasy, far from abundant and always preceded
by spasms which hurl him into a kind of furor which, in turn, conducts him
to crime; he has a chest like a woman's, a sweet, pleasant voice and, when
in society, the best-bred manners, although his mind is without question as
depraved as his colleagues'; a schoolmate of the Duc, they still sport
together every day, and one of Durcet's loftiest pleasures is to have his
anus tickled by the Duc's enormous member.
     And such, dear reader, are the four villains in whose company I am
going to have you pass a few months. I have done my best to describe them;
if, as I have wished, I have made you familiar with even their most secret
depths, nothing in the tale of their various follies will astonish you. I
have not been able to enter into minute detail with what regards their
tastes - to have done so now would have been to impair the value and to
harm the main scheme of this work. But as we move progressively along, you
will have but to keep an attentive eye upon our heroes, and you'll have no
trouble discerning their characteristic peccadillos and the particular type
of voluptuous mania which best suits each of them. Roughly all we can say
at the present time is that they were generally susceptible of an
enthusiasm for sodomy, that the four of them had themselves buggered
regularly, and that they all four worshiped behinds.
     The Duc, however, relative to the immensity of his weapon and,
doubtless, more through cruelty than from taste, still fucked cunts with
the greatest pleasure.
     So also did the President, but less frequently.
     As for the Bishop, such was his supreme loathing for them the mere
sight of one might have kept him limp for six months. He had never in all
his life fucked but one, that belonging to his sister-in-law, and expressly
to beget a child wherewith some day to procure himself the pleasures of
incest; we have seen how well he succeeded.
     As regards Durcet, he certainly idolized the ass with as much fervor
as the Bishop, but his enjoyment of it was more accessory; his favorite
attacks were directed toward a third sanctuary - this mystery will be
unveiled in the sequel. But on with the portraits essential to the
intelligence of this work, and let us now give our reader an idea of these
worthy husbands' four wives.
     What a contrast! Constance, the Duc's wife and the daughter of Durcet,
was a tall woman, slender, lovely as a picture, and modeled as if the
Graces had taken pleasure in embellishing her, but the elegance of her
figure in no way detracted from her freshness, she was not for that the
less plumpy fleshed, and the most delicious forms graced by a skin fairer
than the lily, often induced one to suppose that, no, it had been Love
itself who had undertaken her formation. Her face was a trifle long, her
features wonderfully noble, more majesty than gentleness was in her look,
more grandeur than subtlety. Her eyes were large, black, and full of fire;
her mouth extremely small and ornamented by the finest teeth imaginable,
she had a narrow, supple tongue, of the loveliest pink, and her breath was
sweeter still than the scent of a rose. She was full-breasted, her bosom
was buxom, fair as alabaster and as firm. Her back was turned in an
extraordinary way, its lines sweeping deliciously down to the most
artistically and the most precisely cleft ass Nature has produced in a long
time. Nothing could have been more perfectly round, not very large, but
firm, white, dimpled; and when it was opened, what used to peep out but the
cleanest, most winsome, most delicate hole. A nuance of tenderest pink had
shaded this ass, charming asylum of lubricity's sweetest pleasures, but,
great God! it was not for long to preserve so many charms! Four or five
attacks, and the Duc had spoiled all those graces, how quickly had they
gone, and soon after her marriage Constance was become no more than the
image of a beautiful lily wherefrom the tempest has of late stripped the
petals away. Two round and perfectly molded thighs supported another
temple, in all likehood less delicious, but, to inclined to worship there,
offering so many allurements it would be in vain were my pen to strive to
describe them. Constance was almost a virgin when the Duc married her, and
her father, the only man who had known her, had, as they say, left that
side of her perfectly intact. The most beautiful black hair - falling in
natural curls to below her shoulders and, when one wished it thus, reaching
down to the pretty fur, of the same color, which shaded that voluptuous
little cunt - made for a further adornment I might have been guilty of
omitting, and lent this angelic creature, aged about twenty-two, all the
charms Nature is able to lavish upon a woman. To all these amenities
Constance joined a fair and agreeable wit, a spirit somewhat more elevated
than it ought to have been, considering the melancholy situation fate had
awarded her, for thereby she was enabled to sense all its horrors and,
doubtless, she would have been happier if furnished with less delicate
perceptions.
     Durcet, who had raised her more as if she were a courtesan than his
daughter, and who had been much more concerned to give her talents than
manners, had all the same never been able totally to destroy the principles
of rectitude and of virtue it seemed Nature had been pleased to engrave in
her heart. She had no formal religion, no one had ever mentioned such a
thing to her, the exercise of a belief was not to be tolerated in her
father's household, but all that had not blotted out this modesty, this
natural humility which has nothing to do with theological chimeras, and
which, when it dwells in an upright, decent, and sensitive soul, is very
difficult to obliterate. Never had she stepped out of her father's house,
and the scoundrel had forced her, beginning at the age of twelve, to serve
his crapulous pleasures. She found a world of difference in those the Duc
imbided with her, her body was noticeably altered by those formidable
dimensions, and the day after the Duc had despoiled her of her maidenhead,
sodomistically speaking, she had fallen dangerously ill. They believed her
rectum had been irreparably damaged; but her youth, her health, and some
salutary local remedies soon restored the use of that forbidden avenue to
the Duc, and the luckless Constance, forced to accustom herself to this
daily torture, and it was but one amongst others, entirely recovered and
became adjusted to everything.
     Adelaide, Durcet's wife and the daughter of the President, had a
beauty which was perhaps superior to Constance's, but of an entirely
different sort. She was twenty, small and slender, of an extremely slight
and delicate build, of classic loveliness, had the finest blond hair to be
seen. An interesting air, a look of sensibility distributed everywhere
about her, and above all in her features, gave her the quality of a heroine
in a romance. Her exceptionally large eyes were blue, they expressed at
once tenderness and decency; two long but narrow and remarkably drawn
eyebrows adorned a forehead not very high but of such noble charm one might
have thought this were modesty's very temple. Her nose, thin, a little
pinched at the top, descended to assume a semi-aquiline contour; her lips
inclined toward the thin, were of a bright, ripe red; a little large, her
mouth was the unique flaw in this celestial physiognomy, but when it
opened, there shone thirty-two pearls Nature seemed to have sown amidst
roses. Her neck was a shade long, attached in a singular way, through what
one judged a natural habit, her head was ever so faintly bent toward her
right shoulder, especially when she was listening; but with what grace did
not this interesting attitude endow her! Her breasts were small, very
round, very firm, well-elevated, but there was barely enough there to fill
the hand. They were like two little apples a frolicking Cupid had fetched
hither from his mother's garden. Her chest was a bit narrow, it was also a
very delicate chest, her belly was satin smooth, a little blond mound not
much garnished with hair served as peristyle to the temple in which Venus
seemed to call out for an homage. This temple was narrow to such a point
you could not insert a finger therein without eliciting a cry from
Adelaide; nevertheless, two lustrums had revolved since the time when,
thanks to the President, the poor child had ceased to be a virgin, either
in that place or in the delicious part it remains for us to sketch. Oh,
what were the attractions this second sanctuary possessed, what a flow in
the line of her back, how magnificently were those buttocks cut, what
whiteness there, and what dazzling rose blush! But all on all, it was on
the small side. Delicate in all her lines, she was rather the sketch than
the model of beauty, it seemed as though Nature had only wished to indicate
in Adelaide what she had so majestically articulated in Constance. Peer
into that appetizing behind, and lo! a rosebud would offer itself to your
gaze, and it was in all its bloom and in the most tender pink Nature wished
you to behold it; but narrow? tiny? it had only been at the price of
infinite labors the President had navigated through those straits, and he
had only renewed these assaults successfully two or three times.
     Durcet, less exacting, gave her little affliction in this point, but,
since becoming his wife, in exchange for how many other cruel
complaisances, with what a quantity of other perilous submissions had she
not been obliged to purchase this little kindness? And, furthermore, turned
over to the four libertines, as by their mutual consent she was, how many
other cruel ordeals had she not to undergo, both of the species Durcet
spared her, and of every other.
     Adelaide had the mind her face suggested, that is to say, an extremely
romantic mind, solitary places were the ones she preferred, and once there,
she would shed involuntary tears - tears to which we do not pay sufficient
heed - tears apparently torn from Nature by foreboding. She was recently
bereft of a friend, a girl she idolized, and this frightful loss constantly
haunted her imagination. As she was thoroughly acquainted with her father,
as she knew to what extents he carried his wild behavior, she was persuaded
her young friend had fallen prey to the President's villainies, for he had
never managed to induce the missing person to accord him certain
privileges. The thing was not unlikely. Adelaide imagined the same would
someday befall her; nor was that improbable. The President, in her regard,
had not paid the same attention to the problem of religion Durcet had in
the interests of Constance, no, he had allowed all that nonsense to be
born, to be fomented, supposing that his writings and his discourses would
easily destroy it. He was mistaken: religion is the nourishment upon which
a soul such as Adelaide's feeds. In vain the President had preached, in
vain he had made her read books, the young lady had remained a believer,
and all these extravagances, which she did not share, which she hated, of
which she was the victim, fell far short of disabusing her about illusions
which continued to make for her life's happiness. She would go and hide
herself to pray to God, she'd perform Christian duties on the sly, and was
unfailingly and very severely punished, either by her father or her
husband, when surprised in the act by the one or the other.
     Adelaide patiently endured it all, fully convinced Heaven would
someday reward her. Her character was as gentle as her spirit, and her
benevolence, one of the virtues for which her father most detested her,
went to the point of extreme. Curval, whom that vile class of the poverty-
stricken irritated, sought only to humiliate it, to further depress it, or
to wring victims from it; his generous daughter, on the other hand, would
have foregone her own necessities to procure them for the poor, and she had
often been espied stealing off to take to the needy sums which were
intended for her pleasures. Durcet and the President finally succeeded in
scolding and pounding good manners into her, and in ridding her of this
corrupt practice by withholding absolutely all means whereby she could
resume it. Adelaide, having nothing left but her tears to bestow upon the
poor, went none the less to sprinkle them upon their woes, and her
powerless howbeit staunchly sensitive spirit was incapable of ceasing to be
virtuous. One day she learned that some poor woman was to come to
prostitute her daughter to the President because extreme need bade her do
so; the enchanted old rake was already preparing himself for the kind of
pleasure-taking he liked best. Adelaide had one of her dresses sold and
immediately got the money put it in the mother's hands; by means of this
small assistance and some sort of a sermon, she diverted the woman from the
she was about to commit. Hearing of what she had done, the President
proceeded to such violences with her - his daughter was not yet married at
the time - that she was a fortnight abed; but all that was to no avail:
nothing could put a stop to this gentle soul's tender impulses.
     Julie, the President's wife, the Duc's elder daughter, would have
eclipsed the two preceding women were it not for something which many
behold as a capital defect, but which had perhaps in itself aroused
Curval's passion for her, so true it is that the effects of passion are
unpredictable, nay, inconceivable, and that their disorder, the outcome of
disgust and satiety, can only be matched by their irregular flights. Julie
was tall, well made although quite fat and fleshy, had the most lovely
brown eyes in the world, a charming nose, striking and gracious features,
the most beautiful chestnut brown hair, a fair body of the most appetizing
fullness, an ass which might easily have served as model to the one
Praxiteles sculpted, her cunt was hot, strait, and yielded as agreeable a
sensation as such a locale ever may; her legs were handsome, her feet
charming, but she had the worst-decked mouth, the foulest teeth, and was by
habit so dirty in every other part of her body, and principally at the two
temples of lubricity, that no other being, let me repeat it, no other being
but the President, himself subject to the same shortcomings and
unquestionably fond of them, nay, no one else, despite her allurements,
could have put up with Julie. Curval, however, was mad about her; his most
divine pleasures were gathered upon that stinking mouth, to kiss it plunged
him into delirium, and as for her natural uncleanliness, far from rebuking
her for it, to the contrary he encouraged her in it, and had finally got
her accustomed to a perfect divorce from water. To these faults Julie added
a few others, but they were surely less disagreeable: she was a vast eater,
she had a leaning toward drunkenness, little virtue, and I believe that had
she dared try it, whoredom would have held little by way of terror for her.
Brought up by the Duc in a total abandon of principles and manners, she
adopted a whore's philosophy, and she was probably an apt student of all
its tenets; but, through yet another very curious effect of libertinage, it
often happens that a woman who shares our faults pleases us a great deal
less in our pleasures than one who is full of naught but virtues: the first
resembles us, we scandalize her not; the other is terrified, and there is
one very certain charm more.
     Despite his proportions, the Duc had sported with his daughter, but he
had had to wait until she was fifteen, and even so had not been able to
prevent Julie from being considerably damaged by the adventure, indeed, so
much so that, eager to marry her off, he had been forced to put a term to
pleasure-taking of this variety and to be content with delights less
dangerous for her, but at least as fatiguing. Julie gained little by
gaining the President, whose prick, as we know, was exceedingly thick and,
furthermore, however much she was dirty from neglect of herself, she could
not in any wise keep up with a filthiness in debauch such as the one that
distinguished the President, her beloved spouse.
     Aline, Julie's younger sister and really the daughter of the Bishop,
possessed habits and defects and a character very unlike her sister's.
     She was the most youthful of the four, she had just become eighteen;
she had a fetching, exuberantly healthy, and almost pert little
countenance; a little turned-up nose; brown eyes full of expression and
vivacity; a delicious mouth; a most shapely though somewhat tall figure,
well-fleshed; the skin a bit dark but soft and fine; ass rather on the
ample side but well-molded, a pair of the most voluptuous buttocks that
ever a libertine eye may behold, the love mound brown-haired and pretty,
the cunt a trifle low or, as they say, α l'anglaise, but as tight as one
might wish, and when she was presented to the assembly she was thoroughly a
maid. And she still was at the time the party we are to chronicle got under
way, and we shall see in what manner her maidenhead was annihilated. As for
the first fruits of her ass, the Bishop had been peacefully plucking them
every day for the past eight years, but without, however, arousing in his
dear daughter much of a taste for these exercises: she, despite her
mischievous and randy air, only cooperated out of obedience and had never
hinted that she shared the slightest pleasure in the infamies whose daily
victim she was. The Bishop had left her in the most profound ignorance,
scarcely did she know how to read or write, and she had absolutely no idea
of religion's existence; her mind was natural, it was that of a child, she
would give droll replies, she liked to play, she loved her sister a great
deal, detested the Bishop out of all measure, and feared the Duc as she
dreaded fire. On the wedding day, when she discovered herself naked and
surrounded by the four men, she wept, and moreover did all that was asked
of her, acting without pleasure as without ill-temper. She was sober, very
clean, and having no other fault but that of laziness, nonchalance reigned
in all her movements and doings and everywhere about her person, despite
the liveliness announced by her bright eyes. She abhorred the President
almost as much as she hated her uncle, and Durcet, who treated her with no
excess of consideration, nevertheless seemed to be the only one for whom
she appeared to have no repugnance.
     These were the eight principal characters in whose company we are
going to enable you to live, good reader. It is now time to divulge the
object of singular pleasures that were proposed.
     It is commonly accepted amongst authentic libertines that the
sensations communicated by the organs of hearing are the most flattering
and those impressions are the liveliest; as a consequence, our four
villains, who were of a mind to have voluptuousness implant itself in the
very core of their beings as deeply and as overwhelmingly as ever it could
penetrate, had, to this end, devised something quite clever indeed.
     It was this: after having immured themselves within everything that
was best able to satisfy the senses through lust, after having established
this situation, the plan was to have described to them, in the greatest
detail and in due order, every one of debauchery's extravagances, all its
divagations, all its ramifications, all its contingencies, all of what is
termed in libertine language its passions. There is simply no conceiving
the degree to which man varies them when his imagination grows inflamed;
excessive may be the differences between men that is created by all their
other manias, by all their other tastes, but in this case it is even more
so, and he who should succeed in isolating and categorizing and detailing
these follies would perhaps perform one of the most splendid labors which
might be undertaken in the study of manners, and perhaps one of the most
interesting. It would thus be a question of finding some individuals
capable of providing an account of all these excesses, then of analyzing
them, of extending them, of itemizing them, of graduating them, and of
running a story through it all, to provide coherence and amusement. Such
was the decision adopted. After innumerable inquiries and investigations,
they located four women who had attained their prime - that was necessary,
experience was the fundamental thing here - four women, I say, who, having
spent their lives in the most furious debauchery, had reached the state
where they could provide an exact account of all these matters; and, as
care had been taken to select four endowed with a certain eloquence and a
fitting turn of mind, after much discussion, recording, and arranging, all
four were ready to insert, each into the adventures of her life, all the
most extraordinary vagaries of debauch, and to do so in such an order and
at such a pace that the first, for example, would work into the tale of her
life's activities the one hundred and fifty simple passions and the least
esoteric or most ordinary deviations; the second, within the same
framework, an equal number of more unusual passions involving one or more
men with one or several women; the third was also to introduce into her
narration one hundred and fifty of the most criminal whimsies and those
which most outrage the laws of both Nature and religion; and as all these
excesses lead to murder and as these murders committed through libertinage
are infinitely various and are just as numerous as the occasions upon which
the libertine's inflamed imagination adopts different tortures, the fourth
was to adorn the events of her life with a meticulous report upon one
hundred and fifty assorted examples of them. In the meantime, our
libertines, surrounded, as at the outset I indicated, by their wives and
also by other objects in every kind, were to pay close heed, were to be
mentally heated, and were to end by extinguishing, by means of either their
wives or those various objects, the conflagration the storytellers were to
have lit. There is surely nothing more voluptuous in this project than the
luxurious manner whereby it was carried out, and they are both this manner
and these several recitations which are to compose this work; wherewith,
having said this much, I advise the overmodest to lay my book aside at once
if he would not be scandalized, for 'tis already clear there's not much of
the chaste in our plan, and we dare hold ourselves answerable in advance
that there'll be still less in its execution. Insomuch as the four
actresses we have been speaking of play a most essential role in these
memoirs, we believe, even were we to have to beg the reader's forgiveness
therefor, we should still feel obliged to describe them; they will narrate,
they will act: such being the case, is it possible that they remain
unknown? Banish all expectation of beauties portrayed, although there were
doubtless in the plans provisions for employing these four creatures
physically as well as morally; be that as it may, neither their charms nor
their years were the deciding factors, but rather their minds and their
experience only that counted, and with what regards the latter, our friends
could not possibly have made better choices.
     Madame Duclos was she to whom they entrusted the relating of the one
hundred and fifty simple passions; the woman who went by this name was
forty-eight years of age, still in fairly good condition and preserving the
vestiges of beauty; she had very handsome eyes, an exceedingly fair skin,
and one of the most splendid and plumpest asses that could ever favor your
gaze; a mouth both clean and fresh, superb breasts, and pretty brown hair,
a heavy figure but a noble one, and all the looks and tone of a brilliant
whore. She had spent her life, as shall be observed, in places and under
circumstances where indeed she had been obliged to study what she is going
to relate, and to see her was to realize she must have gone to the task
with wit and verve, with ease and interest.
     Madame Champville was a tall woman about fifty, slender, well made,
having the most voluptuous quality in her look and bearing; a faithful
devotee of Sappho, she had that kind of expression even in her slightest
movements, in her simplest gestures, in her least words. She had ruined
herself for the sake of keeping girls and, had it not been for this
predilection to which she generally sacrified everything she was able to
earn abroad, she might have been comfortably well to do. For a long time
she had been in public service, and during recent years had been making her
way as an outfitter in her turn, but had confined herself to a limited
practice, her clients being reliable rakehells of a certain age; never did
she receive young men, and this prudent conduct was lucrative and did
something to improve her affairs. She had been blond, but a more venerable
tint, and that of wisdom, was beginning to color her hair; her eyes were
still exceedingly attractive, blue, and they contained a most agreeable
expressiveness. Her mouth was lovely, still fresh, missing no teeth as yet,
she was flat-chested but had a belly which was good, but had never aroused
envy, her mound was rather prominent, and her clitoris protruded three
inches when well warmed; tickle this part of her and one was certain to see
her fly into an ecstasy in no time, and especially if the service was
rendered by a female. Her ass was very flabby and worn from use, entirely
soft, wrinkled, withered, and so toughened by the libidinous customs she in
recounting her history will explain to us, that one could do everything one
wished without her feeling anything there. One strange and assuredly very
rare thing, above all in Paris: she was as much a maid on this side as a
girl emerging from a convent, and perhaps, had it not been for the accursed
part she put to use with people who cared for nothing but the extraordinary
and whom, consequently, that side pleased, perhaps, I say, had it not been
for that part, this singular virginity might have perished with her.
     Madame Martaine, a portly matron of fifty-two, very well preserved and
very healthy and blessed with the biggest and most beautiful rump one could
wish for, boasted the precise opposite by way of adventure. She had devoted
her life to sodomitical debauch, and was so well familiarized therewith she
tasted absolutely no joy save therefrom. A natural deformity (she had also
been blessed with an obstruction) having prevented her from knowing any
other, she had given herself over to this kind of pleasure, led to it both
by her inability to do anything else and by early habit, in consideration
of which she clung fast to this lubricity wherein 'twas declared she was
yet delicious, ready to brave come what might, dreading nothing. The most
monstrous engines were as naught to her, in fact such were the ones she
preferred, and the sequel to these papers will perhaps reveal her still
giving valorious fight beneath the standards of Sodom, as the most intrepid
of buggresses. Her features were gracious enough, but signs of languor and
of decline were beginning to mar her attractions, and but for the plumpness
sustaining her yet, she might have been thought timeworn and frayed.
     As for Madame Desgranges, she was vice and lust personified; tall,
thin, fifty-six, ghostly pale and emaciated, dead dull eyes, dead lips, she
offered an image of crime about to perish for lack of strength. She had
once upon a time been brunette, there were some who even maintained she'd
had a beautiful body; not long thereafter it had become a mere skeleton
capable of inspiring nothing but disgust. Her ass, withered, worn, marked,
torn, more resembled marbled paper than human skin, and its hole was so
gaping, sprung, and rugose that the bulkiest machines could, without her
knowing a thing, penetrate it dry. By way of crowning graces, this generous
Cytherean athlete, wounded in several combats, was missing one nipple and
three fingers. She limped, and was without six teeth and an eye. We may
perhaps learn by what order of attacks she had been so mistreated; but one
thing is certain: nothing she had suffered had induced her to mend her
ways, and if her body was the picture of ugliness, her was the depository
of all the most unheard of vices and crimes: an arsonist, a parricade, a
sodomite, a tribade, a murderess, a poisoner, guilty of incest, of rape, of
theft, of abortions, and of sacrileges, one might truthfully affirm that
there is not a single crime in the world this villain had not committed
herself, or had others commit for her. Her present calling was procuring;
she was one of society's most heavily titled furnishers, and as to much
experience she joined a more or less agreeable prattle, she had been chosen
to fill the role of fourth storyteller, that is to say, the one in whose
story the greatest number of infamies and horrors were to be combined. Who
better than a creature who had performed them all could have played this
part?
     These women once found, and found in every article to be such as was
desired, the friends turned their attentions to accessories. They had from
the outset planned to surround themselves with a large number of lust-
inspiring objects of either sex, but when it was brought to their attention
that the only setting in which this lubricious roister could conveniently
be held was that same chΓteau in Switzerland belonging to Durcet, the one
in which he had dispatched little Elvire, when, I say, it was remarked that
this chΓteau of only moderate size would not be able to lodge so great a
throng of inhabitants, and that, what was more, it might well prove unwise
or dangerous to bring along such a host, the list of subjects was trimmed
to thirty-two in all, the storytellers included: to wit: four of that
class, eight young girls, eight young boys, eight men endowed with
monstrous members, for the delights of passive sodomy, and four female
servants. But thoroughness went into the recruiting of all that; a year was
devoted to these details, an enormous amount of money too, and these are
the measures they employed to obtain the most delicious specimens of all
France could offer in the way of eight little girls: sixteen intelligent
procuresses, each accompanied by two lieutenants, were sent into the
sixteen major provinces of France, while a seventeeth was occupied with the
same work in Paris only. Each of these outfitters was given a rendezvous at
one of the Duc's estates on the outskirts of Paris, and all of them were to
appear there, during the same week, exactly ten months after the date of
their departure - this was the period they were given for searching. Each
was to bring back nine subjects, which came to a total of one hundred and
fifty-three girls, from which one hundred and fifty-three a choice of only
eight was to be made.
     The procuresses were instructed to emphasize high birth, virtuousness,
and the most delicious visage possible; they were to conduct their
researches so as to draw material chiefly from eminent families, and were
not to hand over any girl without being able to prove that she had been
forcibly abducted from either a convent housing pensionnaires of quality,
or from the home of a family, and that a family of distinction. Whatever
was not superior to the class of bourgeoisie, and what from these upper
classes was not both very virtuous and wholly virgin and impeccably
beautiful, would be refused without mercy; spies were posted to survey
these women's proceedings and to supply the society with exhaustive and
prompt reports of what they were doing.
     For each suitable subject found, they were paid thirty thousand
francs, the agents assuming all expenses. The costs were incredible. With
respect to age, it was fixed at from twelve to fifteen; anything above or
between was pitilessly rejected. At the same time, under identical
circumstances, with the same means, at the same expense, seventeen ages of
sodomy likewise scoured the capital and the provinces in search of little
boys, and their rendezvous was set for a month after the selection of the
girls. As for the young men whom we propose henceforth to designate as
fuckers, the size of the member was the sole criterion: nothing under ten
or eleven inches long by seven or eight around was acceptable. Eight men
labored throughout the kingdom to supply this demand, and their rendezvous
was scheduled to fall a month after the little boys'. While the story of
how these selections were made and received is not our foremost concern, it
might not be inappropriate at this point to insert a word on the subject in
order to bring out yet a little more of our four heroes' genius; it seems
to me that nothing which serves to enlarge the reader's understanding of
these figures and to shed light upon a party as extraordinary as the one we
are going to describe, can be judged irrelevant.
     The time for the assembling of the little girls having arrived,
everyone converged upon the Duc's estate. Some few procuresses having been
unable to fill their quota of nine, some others having lost their charges
en route, either by illness or flight, only one hundred and thirty of them
were present at the rendezvous, but what charms, great God! never, I
believe, have so many charms been seen gathered together in one place.
Thirteen days were given over to this examination, and each day ten of them
were inspected. The four friends gathered in a circle, and in its middle
was placed the little girl, dressed as she had been seized; the procuress
responsible for her capture recited her history. If something of the
conditions of high birth or virtue were wanting, the inquiry went no
deeper, the child was forthwith rejected, without appeal, and sent on her
way, and the purveyor lost all that she had spent in connection with her.
Next, having provided all the vital particulars, the procuress was asked to
retire, and the child was interrogated in order to determine whether what
had just been alleged were true. If all seemed well, the procuress was
called in again, and she lifted the girl's skirts from behind, so as to
expose her buttocks to the group; this was the first thing it wished to
examine. The slightest defect in this part was grounds for immediate
rejection; if on the contrary naught were amiss here, she was ordered to
strip, or was stripped, and, naked, she passed and passed again, five or
six times over, from one of our libertines to the other, she was turned
about, she was turned the other way, she was fingered, she was handled,
they sniffed, they spread, they peeped, they examined the state of the
goods, was it new, was it used, but did all this coolly and without
permitting the senses' illusion to upset any aspect of the examination.
This done, the child was led away, and beside her name inscribed upon a
ballot, the examiners wrote passed or failed and signed their names; these
ballots were then dropped into a box, the voters refraining from
communicating their opinions to one another; all the girls examined, the
box was opened: in order to be accepted, a girl had to have our four
friend's names in her favor. The absence of one name was enough to exclude
her instantly and, in every instance, inexorably, as I have said: the
unsuitable ones were kicked directly out, set at large, alone and without a
guide, save when, as happened with perhaps a dozen, our liberines frolicked
with them after the choices had been made and before turning them over to
their procuresses.
     This round resulted in the exclusion of fifty candidates, the other
eighty were gone over afresh, but with much greater exactitude and
severity; the least defect warranted instantaneous dismissal. One, lovely
as the day, was weeded out because one of her teeth grew a shade higher
from the gum than the rest; more than twenty others were refused because
they were daughters of nothing better than bourgeois. Thirty were
eliminated during this second round, hence only fifty were left. The
friends resolved not to continue to the third round until having first
being relieved of some fuck through these fifty aspirants' own ministry,
this in order that the senses' perfect calm could insure saner and sounder
choice. Each of the quartet encompassed himself by a team of twelve or
thirteen children; members of each team adopted varying attitudes, teams
were shifted, everything was brought off with such dexterity, there was, in
a word, so much lubricity in the doing that sperm flow, temperatures
subsided, and another thirty disappeared from the race. Twenty remained;
that was still a dozen too many. Further expedients to procure calm were
resorted to, every means wherefrom one would suppose disgust could be born
was employed, but the twenty still remained, and how might one have
subtracted from a number of creatures so wonderfully celestial you would
have declared they were the very work of a divinity? Equal in beauty,
something else had to discovered which could at least award eight of them
some kind of superiority over the twelve others, and what the President
then proposed was worthy indeed of all the disorder of his mind. That made
no difference; the suggestion was accepted: it had to do with finding out
which of them would best do something the chosen eight would be often
called upon to do. Four days sufficed amply to decide this question, and at
last twelve were given their leave, but not blankly as in the case of the
others; they provided a week's complete and exhaustive amusement, then were
put into the keeping of the procuresses who soon made a pretty penny from
the prostitution of creatures as distinguished as these. As for the
successful eight, they were installed in a convent to keep until the day of
departure, and in order to reserve until the designated period the pleasure
of enjoying them, the four colleagues did not touch them before then.
     I'll not be so foolhardy as to attempt to describe these beauties:
they were all of them superior in an equal degree: my brush strokes would
necessarily be monotonous; I shall be content to give their names and to
affirm that upon my word it is perfectly impossible to obtain an idea of
such an assemblage of graces, of attractions, of perfections, and that had
Nature wished to give Man an idea of what her greatest and wisest art can
create, she would not have presented him with other models.
     The first was named Augustine: she was fifteen, the daughter of a
Languedoc baron, and had been kidnaped from a convent in Montpellier.
     The second was named Fanny: she was the daughter of a counselor to the
parliament of Brittany and had been abducted from her father's own chΓteau.
     The third was named Zelmire: she was fifteen years old, she was the
Comte de Terville's daughter, and he idolized her. He had taken her hunting
with him on one of his estates in Beauce and, having left her alone in the
forest for a moment, she had been pounced upon at once. She was only a
child and, with a dowry of four hundred thousand francs, was the following
year to have married a very great lord. It was she who most wept and
grieved at the horror of her fate.
     The fourth was named Sophie: she was fourteen and was the daughter of
a rather well-to-do gentleman who lived on his estate in Berry. She had
been seized while on a walk with her mother, who, seeking to defend her,
was flung into a river, where she expired before her daughter's eyes.
     The fifth was named Colombe: she was from Paris, the child of a
counselor to Parliament; she was thirteen and had been kidnaped while
returning in the evening to her convent with a governess, after leaving a
children's ball. The governess had been stabbed to death.
     The sixth was named Hebe: she was just twelve, the daughter of a
cavalry captain, a nobleman who lived in Orleans. The youngster had been
enticed and carried away from the convent where she was being brought up;
two nuns had been bought. You could not hope to find anything more
seductive or sweeter.
     The seventh was named Rosette: she was thirteen and was the child of
the Lieutenant-General of Chalon-sur-Sa⌠ne. Her father had just died, she
was with her mother in the countryside near the city, and was captured
within sight of her relatives by agents disguised as thieves.
     The last was named Mimi or Michette: she was twelve, she was the
daughter of the Marquis de Senanges and had been kidnaped on her father's
estate in the Bourbonnais while on a carriage drive which she had been
allowed to take with two or three women from the chΓteau. The women were
murdered. It will be remarked that the preparations for these revels cost
much money and many crimes; to such people, treasure means exceedingly
little, and as for crime, one was then living in an age when it was not by
any means probed and punished the way it is nowadays. Hence everything
succeeded, and so prettily that, the inquests amounting to virtually
nothing at all, our libertines were never troubled by consequences.
     The time drew nigh for the examination of the little boys. Easier to
obtain, their number was greater. The pimps produced one hundred and fifty
of them, and it will surely be no exaggeration if I affirm that they at
least equaled the little girls, as much in their innocence, and their
elevated rank. Thirty thousand francs were paid for each of them, the same
sum given for the girls, but the entrepreneurs risked nothing, because this
game being more delicate and far more to the taste of our epicures, it had
been decided that no one would be put in danger of losing his expenses,
that while the lads with whom it was impossible to come to terms would be
rejected, as they would be put to some use they would also be paid for.
     Their examination was conducted like that of the girls, ten were
verified each day, but with the very wise precaution which had been a
little too much neglected with the girls, with the precaution, I say, of
always preceding the examination by a discharge arranged with the aid of
the ten who were under present scrutiny. The others were half of a mind to
bar the President from the ceremony, they were wary of the depravation of
his tastes; they had feared, in the selection of the girls, being made the
dupes of his accursed predilection for infamy and degradation: he promised
to keep himself in check, and if he kept his word, it is unlikely he did so
without difficulty, for when once a damaged or diseased imagination becomes
accustomed to these species of outrages against good taste and Nature,
outrages which so deliciously flatter it, it is no easy matter to restore
such a person to the path of righteousness: it seems as if the desire to
satisfy his longing displaces reason in his judgements. Scorning what is
truly beautiful, no longer cherishing but what is frightful, desire's
pronouncements correspond to its criteria, and the return to truer
sentiments would appear to him to be a wrong done those principles whence
he should be most sorry to stray. One hundred hopefuls were found
unanimously approved when the initial seances were over, and these
decisions had to be five times reconsidered in order to arrive at the small
group alone to be accepted. Thrice in succession fifty survived the
balloting, and then, to reduce that number to the stipulated eight, the
jurors were compelled to resort to unusual measures in order somehow to
lessen the appeal of idols still glamorous despite everything they had been
able to do to them. The idea occurred to them to dress the boys as girls:
twenty-five were eliminated by this trick which, lending to a sex they
worshiped the garb of one to which they had become indifferent, depreciated
their value and ruined almost all the illusion. But nothing could alter the
voting on the twenty-five that were left. 'Twas all in vain, in vain they
spattered their fuck about, in vain they wrote their names upon the ballots
at the same moment they discharged, in vain they put to use the expedient
adopted with the little girls, the twenty-five proved irreducible every
time, and at last they agreed to have them draw lots. Here are the names
they gave the lucky ones who remained, their age, their birth, and a word
or two about their adventures; their portraits? I cry off: Cupid's own
features were surely no more delicate, and the models Albani sought from
which to choose traits for his divine angels must certainly have been
inferior by far.
     Zelamir was thirteen years old: he was the only son of a gentleman out
of Poitou who had been bringing him up with the greatest care. Escorted by
a single domestic, he had been sent to Poitiers to visit a kinsman; our
rogues ambushed them, slew the domestic, and made off with the child.
     Cupidon was the same age: he had been a pupil in a school at La
FlΦche, and was the son of a gentleman dwelling in the vicinity of that
town. A trap was laid for the boy, he was kidnaped while on an outing the
students used to take on Sundays. He was the prettiest pupil in the entire
collΦge.
     Narcisse was twelve; he was a Knight of Malta. He had been abducted in
Rouen, where his father filled an honorable post compatible with his
nobility; the boy was en route to the CollΦge de Louis-le-Grand at Paris,
he was waylaid and seized while on the road.
     Zephyr, the most delicious of the eight, it being supposed that their
excessive beauty might allow the possibility of a choice, was from Paris;
he was pursuing his studies there, in a famous pension. His father, a
ranking officer, did all in his power to get his son back, and failed;
money had seduced the headmaster of the school, who delivered seven
specimens, of whom six were refused. Zephyr had set the Duc's head to
spinning, and the latter protested that were it to have cost a million to
bugger the boy he would have paid it in cash on the spot. He reserved to
himself the lad's initiation, and it was generally granted him. O tender
and delicate child, what disproportion and what a dreadful fate were in
store for you!
     Celadon was the son of a magistrate of Nancy; he was captured at
Luneville, whither he had gone to visit his aunt. He had just attained his
fourteenth year. In this case a girl was used to bait the trap. Celadon and
she were introduced, the little wench drew him into the snare by feigning
love for him; he was negligently chaperoned, the stroke was successful.
     Adonis was fifteen; he was ravished at Plessis, where he was enrolled
in school. He was the son of a judge of the assize courts who raised a
great hue and cry, but all to no avail, the capture had been so nicely
planned no one knew a thing about it. Curval, who had been mad about the
child for two years, had made his acquaintance at his father's house, and
it was he who had supplied the means and information necessary to debauch
him. The others were greatly surprised to find such sensible good taste in
a head so depraved as Curval's, and he, most proud, profited from the event
to show his colleagues that, as was plainly to be seen, he still could
boast a sometimes fine palate. The child recognized him and fell to
weeping, but the President consoled him with the assurance it would be to
him would befall the deflowering, and while uttering these comforting
words, he wobbled his enormous engine against those frail little buttocks.
Curval asked the assembly for the boy; his request was unopposed.
     Hyacinthe was fourteen years old; he was the son of a retired officer
living in a small city in Champagne. He adored hunting and was taken while
afield, his father having been so imprudent as to allow him to set out
alone.
     Giton was twelve; he was kidnaped at Versailles from amidst of the
page boys at the King's stables. He was the son of a man of consequence
from the Nivernais, who not six months prior had brought him to Versailles.
He was very simply abducted while walking alone on the avenue de Saint-
Cloud. He became the Bishop's passion, and to the Bishop was the prize
decreed.
     Those, thus, were the masculine deities our libertines prepared for
their lubricity; we will see in due time and place the use to which they
were put. One hundred and forty-two subjects remained, but whereas there
had been much trifling over the eight, there was none with this game: not
one of the defeated candidates was dismissed until he had served some
purpose.
     Our libertines spent a month with them at the Duc's chΓteau. As they
were on the eve of setting forth, as all the practical arrangements were
completed, the company had little else to do but amuse itself until the day
of departure. When at last they were thoroughly fed up with their sport,
they fell upon a pleasant means for disposing of what had provided it: that
was to sell the boys to a Turkish pirate, a scheme whereby no trace of them
would be left and a part of the costs would be recovered. They were sent in
small groups to a place near Monaco, the Turk came to get them and lead
them off into slavery, doubtless a dreadful fate, but one whereby, none the
less, our four villains were hugely entertained.
     And now came the moment of choosing the fuckers. Those of this class
who failed to meet the standards were the cause of no embarrasment; being
mature and reasonable men, it was enough to pay them for their trouble,
their traveling expenses, and send them home. The eight experts who had
contracted to furnish the fuckers had, furthermore, many fewer obstacles to
surmount, since the specifications were by and large concrete and the
conditions made no difference at all. Thus it was fifty came to the
rendezvous; from amongst the twenty biggest, the eight youngest and most
attractive were singled out, and since in the sequel mention will almost
never be made save of the four biggest of the eight, I shall restrict
myself to naming these.
     Hercule, with a body hewn in the image of the god whose name he had
been given, was twenty-six years of age and was endowed with a member eight
and one-quarter inches around by thirteen long. Nothing more beautiful nor
more majestic has ever been seen; this tool was almost always upright, and
with only eight discharges, so tests revealed, it could fill a pint measure
to the brim. Hercule was also very gentle, very sweet, and had an
interesting countenance.
     Antinoⁿs, so named because, like Hadrian's favourite, he had, together
with the world's prettiest prick, its most voluptuous ass, and that
exceedingly rare. Antinoⁿs wielded a device measuring eight inches in
circumference and twelve in length. He was thirty and had a face worthy of
his other features.
     Bum-Cleaver lugged a club so amusingly shaped it was nearly impossible
for him to perform an embuggery without splitting the ass, whence came the
name he bore. The head of his prick resembled the heart of an ox, it was
eight and three-eights inches around; behind it, the shaft measured only
eight, but was crooked and had such a curve it neatly tore the anus when
penetrating it, and this quality, very precious to libertines as jaded as
ours, had made him singularly sought after.
     Invictus, so named because, no matter what he did, his erection was
perpetual, was furnished with an engine eleven inches long and seven and
fifteen-sixteenths inches around. Greater ones, who had difficulty
stiffening, had been turned away to make room for him who, regardless of
the quantity of discharges he produced in a day, rose heavenward at the
slightest touch.
     The other four were of about the same dimensions and the same shape.
The forty-two rejected candidates provided a fortnight's entertainment and,
after the friends had put them through their paces and worn them to the
bone, they were well rewarded and bidden adieu.
     Nothing now remained but the choice of the four ladies-in-waiting, and
this final stage was without doubt the most picturesque. The President was
not the only one whose tastes were depraved; his three friends, and
especially Durcet, were indeed a little tainted by his accursed, crapulous,
and debauched mania which causes one to find a greater, more piquant
attraction in an old, disgusting, and filthy object than in what Nature has
fashioned most divinely. Explaining this fancy would probably be difficult,
but it exists in many people; Nature's disorder carries with it a kind of
sting which operates upon the high-keyed sort with perhaps as much and even
more force than do her most regular beauties; it has been proven, moreover,
that when one's prick is aloft, it is horror, villainy, the appalling, that
pleases; well, where are they more emphatically present than in a vitiated
object? If 'tis the filthy thing which pleases in the lubricious act, then
certainly the more filthy the thing, the more it should please, and it is
surely much filthier in the corrupted than in the intact and perfect
object.
     No, as to that there's no doubt. Furthermore, beauty belongs to the
sphere of the simple, the ordinary, whilst ugliness is something
extraordinary, and there is no question but that every ardent imagination
prefers in lubricity the extraordinary to the commonplace. Beauty, health
never strike one save in a simple way; ugliness, degradation deal a far
stouter blow, the commotion they create is much stronger, the resultant
agitation must hence be more lively; in the light of all this, there should
be no cause for astonishment in the fact that an immense crowd of people
prefer to take their pleasure with an aged, ugly, and even stinking crone
and will refuse a fresh and pretty girl, no more reason to be astonished by
that, I say, than at a man who for his promenades prefers the mountains'
arid and rugged terrain to the monotonous pathways of the plains. All these
matters depend upon our tastes in this connection than it is in our power
to alter the form of our bodies.
     Be that as it may, such, as I have said, was the dominating taste of
the President and, to tell the truth, the taste which came near to
predominating in his three confreres, for when it came to choosing female
servants, their views were identical, and we are about to see from this
choice that its making bespoke the constitutional disorder and depraviation
to which we have just alluded.
     The most painstaking search was initiated in Paris; the four creatures
needed were finally located; however loathsome may be their portraits, the
reader will none the less permit me to draw them: that I do so is essential
to that aspect of manners the elucidation of which is one of the principal
aims of this work.
     Marie was the name of the first one; she had been servant of a
notorious brigand quite recently put to death on the wheel, whipping and
branding had been her penalty. She was fifty-eight years old, had almost no
hair left, her nose stood askew, her eyes were dull and rheumy, her mouth
large and filled with her thirty-two teeth, yes, they were all there, but
all were yellow as sulphur; she was tall, raw-boned, having whelped
fourteen children, all fourteen of whom, said she, she'd strangled from
fear they'd turn out ne'er-do-wells. Her belly rippled like the waves of
the sea, and one of her buttocks was devoured by an abscess.
     The second was known as Louison; she was sixty, stunted, hunchbacked,
blind in one eye, and lame, but she had a fine ass for her age and her skin
was still in fairly good repair. She was as wicked as the devil and forever
ready to commit any horror and every extravagance one could possibly demand
of her.
     TherΦse was sixty-two; she was tall, thin, looked like a skeleton, not
a hair was left on her head, not a tooth in her mouth, and from this
opening in her body she exhaled an odor capable of flooring any bystander.
Her ass was peppered with wounds, and her buttocks were so prodigiously
slack one could have furled the skin around a walking stick; the hole in
this splendid ass resembled the crater of a volcano what for width, and for
aroma the pit of a privy; in all her life, TherΦse declared, she had never
once wiped her ass, whence we have proof positive that the shit of her
infancy yet clung there. As for her vagina, it was the receptacle of
everything ungodly, of every horror, a veritable sepulcher whose fetidity
was enough to make you faint away. She had one twisted arm and limped in
one leg.
     The fourth was called Fanchon; six times she had been hanged in
effigy, and not a crime exists in this world she had not committed. She was
sixty-nine, she was flat-nosed, short, and heavy; she squinted, had almost
no forehead, had nothing but two old teeth in her stinking maw, and they
were ready to fall out, an erysipelas blazed all over her ass and
hemorrhoids the size of your fist hung from her anus, a frightful chancre
consumed her vagina, and one of her thighs had been entirely burned. She
was dead drunk three-quarters of the year, and in that condition, her
stomach being very weak, she vomited over everything. Despite the batch fo
hemorrhoids adorning it, her asshole was naturally so large that all
unawares she blew driblets and farts and often more besides. Apart from
acting as servants in the luxurious recreation palace the four friends had
in mind, these women were also to lend a hand at all the convocations and
render all the lubricious services and ministrations that might be required
of them.
     As soon as all these matters had been decided and the summer having
already begun, they turned their thoughts to the transporting of the
various objects which were, during the four months' sojourn on Durcet's
estate, to render its inhabitation comfortable and agreeable. A vast store
of furniture and mirrors, of viands and wines and liqueurs of all kinds
were ordered borne thither, workmen were sent there, and little by little
the numerous subjects were conducted to the chΓteau where Durcet, who had
gone ahead, received, lodged, and established them as they arrived.
     But the moment has come to give the reader a description of the
renowned temple appointed for so many luxurious sacrifices throughout the
projected four-month season. He will observe with what great care they had
chosen a remote and isolated retreat, as if silence, distance, and
stillness were libertinage's potent vehicles, and as if everything which
through these qualities instills a religious terror in the senses had
necessarily and evidently to bestow additional charm upon lust. We are
going to picture this retreat not as once it was, but in the state of
embellishment and yet more perfect solitude that resulted from our four
friends' efforts.
     To reach the place one had first to get to Basel; at that city you
crossed the Rhine, beyond which the road became steadily narrower until you
had to abandon your carriage. Soon afterward you entered the Black Forest,
you plunged about fifteen leagues into it, ascended a difficult, tortuous
road that, without a guide, would be absolutely impracticable. By and by
you caught sight of a sinister and mean hamlet of charcoal burners and
gamekeepers; there began the territory Durcet owned, and the hamlet was
his; as this little village's population was composed almost entirely of
thieves or smugglers, Durcet easily befriended it, and his first order to
the inhabitants was expressly to enjoin them under no circumstances to
allow anyone whomsoever to pass on toward the chΓteau after the 1st of
November, the date by which the entire society was to be assembled in it.
He distributed weapons to his faithful vassals, granted them certain
privileges they had been long soliciting, and the barrier was lowered. That
done, and the gates tightly sealed, one will see by the following
description how difficult of access was Silling, the name Durcet's chΓteu
bore.
     Having passed the village, you begin to scale a mountain almost as
high as the Saint-Bernard and infinitely more difficult to ascend, for the
only way to reach the summit is by foot; not that the route is forbidden to
pack mules, but such are the precipices which everywhere border the one so
very narrow path that must be followed, that you run the greatest danger if
you ride; six of the mules used to transport supplies and food perished,
taking with them two laborers who had though to mount astride them. Five
full hours are required to reach the top of the mountain, and there you
come upon another extraordinary feature which, owing to the precautions
that had been taken, became a new barrier so insurmountable that none but
birds might have overcome it: the topographical accident we refer to is a
crevice above sixty yards wide which splits the crest into northern and
southern parts, with the result that, after having climbed up the mountain,
it is impossible, without great skill, to go back down it. Durcet had
united these two parts, between which a precipice fell to the depth of a
thousand feet and more, by a fine wooden bridge which was destroyed
immediately the last of the crew had arrived, and from this moment on, all
possibility of communicating with the ChΓteau of Silling ceased. For, cross
the bridge and you come down into a little plain about four acres in area;
the plain is surrounded on all sides by sheer crags rising to the clouds,
crags which envelop the plain within a faultless screen. The passage known
as the bridge path is hence the only one by which you may descend into or
communicate with the little plain; the bridge removed or destroyed, there
is not on this earth a single being, of no matter what species you may
imagine, capable of gaining this small plot of level land.
     And it is in the center of this flat space so well surrounded, so
solidly protected, that one finds Durcet's chΓteau. Yet another wall,
thirty feet high, girds it; beyond the wall a moat filled with water and
exceedingly deep defends a last tall and winding enclosure; a low and
strait postern finally leads into the great inner court around which all
the living quarters are built, and they are very capacious, very well
furnished thanks to the arrangements latterly concluded; one discovers a
long gallery on the first floor. I would have it remarked that the
description I am about to give of the apartments corresponds not to what in
former times they may have been, but to the manner in which they had just
been rearranged and distributed in accordance with our libertines' common
conception. From the gallery you moved into a very attractive dining hall
provided with buffets shaped like towers which, communicating with the
kitchen, made it possible to serve the company its food hot, promptly, and
without the help of any waiters. From this dining hall, hung in tapestries,
warmed by heating devices, furnished with ottomans, with excellent
armchairs, and with everything which could make it both comfortable and
pleasing to the eye, you passed into a large living room or salon, simple,
plain, but exceedingly warm and equipped with the very best furniture;
adjacent to this room was an assembly chamber intended for the
storytellers' narrations. This was, so to speak, the lists for the
projected jousts, the seat of the lubricious conclaves, and as it had been
decorated accordingly, it merits something by way of a special description.
     Its shape was semicircular; set into the curving wall were four niches
whose surfaces were faced with large mirrors, and each was provided with an
excellent ottoman; these four recesses were so constructed that each faced
the center of the circle; the diameter was formed by a throne, raised four
feet above the floor and with its back to the flat wall, and it was
intended for the storyteller; in this position she was not only well before
the four niches intended for her auditors, but, the circle being small, was
close enough to them to insure their hearing every word she said, for she
was placed like an actor in a theater, and the audience in their niches
found themselves situated as if observing a spectacle in an amphitheater.
Steps led down from the throne, upon them were to sit the objects of
debauchery brought in to soothe any sensory irritation provoked by the
recitals; these several tiers, like the throne, were upholstered in black
velvet edged with gold fringe, and the niches were furnished with similar
and likewise enriched material, but in color dark blue. At the back of each
niche was a little door leading into an adjoining closet which was to be
used at times when, having summoned the desired subject from the steps, one
preferred not to execute before everyone the delight for whose execution
one had summoned that subject. These closets were provided with couches and
with all the other furnishing required for every kind of impurity. On
either side of the central throne an isolated column rose to the ceiling;
these two columns were designed to support the subject in whom some
misconduct might merit correction. All the instruments necessary to meting
it out hung from hooks attached to the columns, and this imposing sight
served to maintain the subordination so indispensable to parties of this
nature, a subordination whence is born almost all the charm of the
voluptuousness in persecutors' souls.
     One could walk from this semicircular room directly to a chamber which
formed the end of this part of the living quarters. This chamber was a kind
of boudoir, it was soundproof and secluded, but very warm within, very dark
during the day, and its purpose was for private interviews and secluded
contests, or for certain other secret delights which will be unveiled in
the sequel. To reach the other wing, one had to retrace one's footsteps,
and once in the gallery, at the end of which an exceedingly handsome chapel
was visible, one entered the opposite wing which completed the circuit of
the inner courtyard. You discovered a splendid antechamber adjoined by four
superb apartments, each having a boudoir and wash cabinets; splendid
Turkish beds canopied in three-colored damask with matching furniture
adorned these suites whose boudoirs offered everything and more of the most
sensual that lubricity might fancy. These four units, exceptionally well-
heated and comfortable, were intended for the four colleagues, who were
perfectly lodged therein. In that the protocols stipulated that their wives
were to occupy the same quarters, no separate space was set aside for them.
     Upstairs, the second story contained about the same number of
apartments, but they were otherwise divided; you first came upon, to one
side, a vast room bordered by eight niches, each having a little bed -
these were the girls' quarters, and beside them were two small chambers for
the old women who were to have charge of them. Further along, a pair of
pretty rooms had been set aside for two of the storytellers. Now turning
about and going in the other direction, you found a similar eight-niched
room for the little boys; by it were two rooms for the duennas appointed to
supervise them; and beyond these were two more rooms, also alike, for the
two storytellers. Eight cheerful rooms, as fine as anything you have yet
seen, formed the eight fuckers' quarter, although these individuals were
destined to do very little sleeping in their own beds. Below, on the ground
floor, were the kitchens and, near them, six small chambers for the six
persons to whom the preparation of food had been confided; amongst them
were three cooks renowned for their art; they were all females, women
having been preferred for a pleasure outing like this one, and I believe
the decision was just. The cooks were assisted by three robust young
scullery maids, but none of the kitchen staff was to appear at the revels,
that was not its purpose, and if the rules imposed in this connection were
violated, 'tis merely because libertinage stops at nothing, and the true
way of extending and multiplying one's desires is to attempt to impose
checks upon them. One of these three underlings was to look after the
numerous livestock which had been fetched to the chΓteau - with the
exception of the four aged ladies who were meant for household duties,
there were no domestics save for these three cooks and their seconds. But
depravity, cruelty, disgust, infamy, all those passions anticipated or
experienced, had erected another locality whereof it is a matter of urgency
that we give the sketch, for the laws essential to the proper unfolding of
our tale demand that we depict it with thoroughness now.
     A fatal stone there was which, cunningly made, could be raised from
below the step of the altar in the little Christian temple we discerned
from the gallery; beneath that stone one beheld a spiral stairway, very
narrow and very steep, whose three hundred steps could convey you down into
the bowels of the earth, to a kind of vaulted dungeon, closed by triple
doors of iron, and in which was displayed everything the cruelest art and
the most refined barbarity could invent of the most atrocious, as much for
gripping one with terror as for proceeding to horrors. And there below,
what tranquillity! to what degree might not the villain be reassured who
brought his victim there! What had he to fear? He was out of France, in a
safe province, in the depths of an uninhabitable forest, within this forest
in a redoubt which, owing to the measures he had taken, only the birds of
the air could approach, and he was in the depth of the earth's entrails.
Woe, a hundred times woe to the unlucky creature who in the midst of such
abandonment were to find himself at the mercy of a villain lawless and
without religion, whom crime amused, and whose only interest lay in his
passions, who heeded naught, had nothing to obey but the imperious decrees
of his perfidious lusts. I know not what will transpire in that nether
place, but this I may say without doing our tale a disservice, that when a
description of the dungeon was given the Duc, he reacted by discharging
three times in succession.
     Everything being ready at last, everything perfectly disposed, the
subjects installed, the Duc, the Bishop, Curval, and their wives, with the
four second-ranking fuckers in their train, set off (Durcet and his wife,
together with all the rest, having arrived beforehand, as we have
previously noted), and not without infinite difficulty, finally reached the
chΓteau on the evening of the 29th of October. Immediately they crossed it,
Durcet had the bridge cut. But that was not all: having inspected the
place, the Duc decided that, since all the provisions were within the
fortress, and since therefore they had no need to leave it, it were
necessary, in order to forestall external attack, which was little dreaded,
and escapes from within, the possibilities of which were less unlikely, it
were necessary, I say, to have walled shut all the gates, all the passages
whereby the chΓteau might be penetrated, and absolutely to enclose
themselves inside their retreat as within a besieged citadel, without
leaving the least entrance to an enemy, the least egress to a deserter. The
recommendation was put into effect, they barricaded themselves to such an
extent there was no longer any trace left of where the exits had been; and
then they settled down comfortably inside.
     After the provisions we have just cited had been taken, the two days
still remaining before the 1st of November were devoted to resting the
subjects, that they might make a fresh appearance at the scenes of
debauchery soon to begin, and during this interval the four friends labored
over a code of laws which, as soon as it was brought to perfection and
signed, was promulgated to those concerned. Before advancing to the matter,
it is essential that these articles of government be made known to the
reader who, after the exact description we have given him of everything,
will now have no more to do than follow the story, lightly and
voluptuously, his mind impeded by nothing, his memory embarrassed by no
unexpected intrusions.
STATUTES
     The company shall rise every day at ten o'clock in the morning, at
which time the four fuckers who have not been in duty during the night
shall come to pay the friends a visit and shall each bring a little boy;
they shall pass from one bedchamber to another, successively. They shall
perform as bidden by the friends' likings and desires, but during the
preliminaries the little boys shall serve only as a tempting prospect, for
it has been decided and planned that the eight maidenheads of the little
girls' cunts shall remain intact until the month of December, and their
asses shall likewise remain in bond, as shall the asses of the eight little
boys, until the month of January, at which times the respective seals shall
be broken, and this in order to allow voluptuousness to become irritated by
the augmentation of a desire incessantly inflamed and never satisfied, a
state which must necessarily lead to that certain lascivious fury the
friends shall strive to provoke, considering it one of lubricity's most
highly delectable situations.
     At eleven o'clock, the friends shall repair to the quarters appointed
for the little girls. In that place will be served breakfast consisting of
chocolate, or of roasts cooked in Spanish wine, or of other appropriate
restoratives. This breakfast shall be served by the eight little girls,
naked, aided by the two elders, Marie and Louison, assigned to the seraglio
of girls, the other two elders being assigned to that of the boys. If,
during this breakfast, the friends are moved to commit impudicities with
the little girls, before or after, the latter shall lend themselves
thereunto with the resignation prescribed to them, and wherein they shall
not be found wanting without severe punishment being the consequence. But
it is agreed that at this hour there shall be undertaken no secret or
private exercises, and that if a moment's wantonizing be desired, it shall
be conducted openly and before the public present at the morning meal.
     These little girls shall adopt the general custom of kneeling at all
times whenever they see or meet a friend, and they shall remain thus until
told to stand; they, the wives, and the elders shall alone be subject to
these regulations, wherefrom the others are dispensed, but everyone shall
be bound never to address the friends save as my Lord.
     Before leaving the girls' apartments, that one of the friends who is
invested with the month's stewardship (it being intended that for the space
of a month one friend shall be in general supervision of everything, each
friend acceding to the office in his turn and in the following order:
Durcet during November, the Bishop during December, the President during
January, the Duc during February), he, then, who is the month's presiding
officer, before leaving the girls' quarters, shall inspect them all, to
determine whether they are in the state wherein they have been instructed
to maintain themselves, whereof the elders shall be each morning apprised
and which will be determined by the need that exists for them to keep in
such and such a state.
     As it is strictly forbidden to relieve oneself anywhere save in the
chapel, which has been outfitted and intended for this purpose, and
forbidden to go there without individial and special permission, the which
shall be often refused, and for good reason, the month's presiding officer
shall scrupulously examine, immediately after breakfast, all the girls'
water closets, and in the case of a contravention discovered in the one
above-designated place or in the other, the delinquent shall be condemned
to suffer the penalty of death.
     The friends shall move from there into the little boys' apartments in
order to perform the same inspections and similarly to pronounce capital
punishment against offenders. The four little boys who have not been that
morning with the friends, shall now receive them when they enter their
chamber and shall untrouser themselves before them, the other four shall
remain standing in attention, awaiting the orders which are given them.
Messieurs may or may not indulge in lewd byplay with the four they have not
until now seen during the day, but whatever they do shall be done publicly;
no intimate commerce shall be held at this hour.
     At one o'clock, those of the girls or the boys, of mature and of young
years, who have obtained permission to satisfy urgent needs, that is to
say, the heavier sort, and this permission shall never be put most
sparingly accorded, and at the most to a third of the subjects, those, we
repeat, shall betake themselves to the chapel where everything has been
artistically arranged for the voluptuous delights falling under this head.
In this place they will find the four friends who shall wait for them until
two o'clock and never any longer, and who shall distribute and adjust them
as they judge proper to the delights of this order which they may be moved
to taste.
     From two to three the first two tables shall be served: they shall
dine simultaneously, one in the girls' large apartment, the other in that
of the young boys: the three kitchen servants shall serve these two tables.
At the first shall sit the eight little girls and the four elders; at the
second the four wives, the eight little boys, and the four storytellers.
During their meal, Messieurs will be pleased to gather in the living room
where they will chat together until three o'clock. Just before this hour,
the eight fuckers shall make their appearance here, as well clothed and as
well adorned as it is in their power to be.
     At three shall be served the masters' dinner, and the honor to be
present there shall be enjoyed by none but the eight fuckers; this meal
shall be served by the four wives, entirely naked, aided by the four
elders, clad as sorceresses; to the latter shall fall the task of bringing
the plates from the towers into which the servants, on the other side,
shall have put them, and the plates shall be handed to wives, who shall
deposit them on the table. The eight fuckers, in the course of the dinner,
will be at liberty to handle and touch the unclothed bodies of the wives in
whatever manner and to whatever extent they please, without the said wives
being permitted to refuse or defend themselves; the fuckers will even be
able to go to the point of employing insults and of thickening their sticks
by apostrophizing them with all the invectives they may see fit to
pronounce.
     The friends shall rise from the table at five, at which time these
Messieurs only (the fuckers shall retire until the hour of general
assembly), these Messieurs only, I say, shall pass into the salon, where
two little boys and two little girls, who shall be changed daily, shall, in
a state of nudity, serve them coffee and liqueur; nor shall it be at this
point in the day's activities Messieurs shall permit themselves diversions
which might enervate them; conversation shall be limited to simple jesting.
     Shortly before six o'clock, the four children who have been serving,
shall withdraw and go promptly to dress themselves. At exactly six,
Messieurs shall pass into the assembly chamber heretofore described. They
shall each of them repair to their respective alcoves, and the following
distribution shall be observed by the others: upon the throne shall be the
storyteller, the tiers below the throne shall be occupied by the sixteen
children, so arranged that four of them, that is to say, two girls and two
boys, shall be situated directly opposite each niche; each niche shall have
before it a like quatrain; this quatrain shall be specially allocated to
the niche before which it is placed, the niches alongside being excluded
from making any claims upon it, and these quatrains shall be diversified
each day, never shall the same niche have the same quatrain. Each child in
each quatrain shall have one end of a chain of artificial flowers secured
to his arm, the other end of the chain leading to the niche, so that when
the niche's proprietor wishes any given child in his quatrain, he has but
to tug the garland, and the child shall come running and fling himself at
the master's feet.
     Above the quatrain shall be situate an elder, attached to the
quatrain, and responsive to the orders of the chief of that quatrain's
niche.
     The three storytellers who are not on active service as raconteurs
during the month shall be seated upon a bench at the foot of the throne,
assigned to no one but yet ready to do anyone's bidding. The four fuckers
appointed to spend the night with the friends may be absent from the
assembly; they shall be in their rooms, busy grooming themselves for the
coming night, at which time great feats shall be regularly expected of
them. With respect to the four others, they shall be each one at the feet
of one of the friends, who shall be in his niche and upon his couch beside
that one of the wives whose turn it is to be with any given husband. This
wife shall be at all times naked, the fucker shall wear a closefitting
singlet and shorts of taffeta, pink in color, the month's storyteller shall
be attired as an elegant courtesan, as shall be her three companions, the
little boys and the little girls of the quatrains shall always be
differently and splendidly costumed, one quatrain in Asiatic style, one in
Spanish, another in Turkish garb, a fourth in Greek, and on the following
day otherwise; but all these costumes shall be of taffeta or of lawn; at no
time shall the lower half of the body be discomfited by any raiment, and
the removal of a pin shall suffice to bare it completely.
     As for the elders, they shall alternately interpret the Graeae, nuns,
fairies, sorceresses, and upon occasion, widows. The doors to the closets
contiguous to the niches shall be kept at a warm temperature by stoves, and
shall be garnished with all the appurtenances required for various
debauches. Four candles shall burn in each of the closets, and fifty in the
auditorium.
     Punctually at six o'clock, the storyteller shall begin her story,
which the friends may interrupt at any point and as frequently as they
please; this narration shall last until ten o'clock in the evening, and
during this time, as its object is to inflame the imagination, every
lubricity will be permitted, save however for those which might be
prejudicial to the approved schedule of deflowerings, which shall be at all
times rigorously observed; apart from this, Messieurs may do what they like
with their fucker, wife, quatrain, quatrain elder, and even with the
storytellers if this whim move them, and that either in their niche or in
the adjacent closet. The narration shall be suspended for as long as the
pleasures of him whose needs interrupt it continue, and when he shall have
done and be sated, the tale shall be resumed.
     The evening meal shall be served at ten. The wives, the storytellers,
and the eight little girls shall without delay proceed to dine by
themselves, women never being admitted to the men's supper, and the friends
shall sup with the four fuckers not scheduled for night duty, and with four
little boys. Aided by the elders, the four other boys shall serve.
     The evening meal concluded, Messieurs shall pass into the salon for
the celebration of what are to be called the orgies. Everyone shall convene
there, both those who have supped apart and those who have supped with the
friends, the four fuckers chosen for the night's service being excepted.
     The salon shall be heated to an unusual temperature, and illuminated
by chandeliers. All present shall be naked: storytellers, wives, little
girls, little boys, elders, fuckers, friends, everything shall be pell-
mell, everyone shall be sprawled on the floor and, after the example of
animals, shall change, shall commingle, entwine, couple incestuously,
adulterously, sodomistically, deflowerings being at all times banned, the
company shall give itself over to every excess and to every debauch which
may best warm the mind. When 'tis time for these deflowerings, it shall be
at this moment and in these circumstances that those operations shall be
performed, and once a child shall be initiate, it shall be available for
every enjoyment, in all manners and at all times.
     The orgies shall cease at precisely two in the morning, the four
fuckers designated for nocturnal exercise shall come, in elegant undress,
to lead away each of them the friend wherewith he is to bed, each friend
shall be provided also with one of the wives or with a deflowered subject,
when deflowered subjects there be, or with a storyteller, or with an elder
to pass the night 'twixt her and his fucker, and all this according to his
disposition, whereunto but one clause is put, that he submit himself to
prudent arrangements whence it may result that each friend varies his
companions every night, or is able so to do.
     Such shall be the daily order of procedure. In addition, each week of
the seventeen prescribed as the period of the sojourn at the chΓteau shall
be marked by a festival. There shall be, first of all, marriages, full
particulars relating to which shall be made available in due time and
place. But as the first of these matches shall be made between the youngest
of the children, who are not able to consummate them, they will in no wise
disturb the schedule established for the deflorations. Marriages between
adults being all post-defloratory, their consummation will damage nothing
since, in acting, the friends shall be enjoying only what has been enjoyed
already.
     The four elders, to be held answerable for the behavior of their four
children, shall, when it is faulty, report it to the month's presiding
officer, and each Saturday there shall take place a common meting out of
punishments, at the time of the orgies. An exact list of accumulating
delinquencies shall be kept until then.
     With what regards misbehavior on the part of the storytellers, their
punishments shall be one-half that of the children, because their talents
are to some purpose, and talent must always be respected. As for errors in
the conduct of the wives, they shall always be rewarded by punishment
double that given the children.
     Should any subject in some way refuse anything demanded of him, even
when incapacitated or when that thing is impossible, he shall be punished
with utmost severity; 'tis for him to provide, for him to discover ways and
means.
     The least display of mirth, or the least evidence given of disrespect
or lack of submission during the debauch activities, shall be esteemed one
of the gravest of faults and shall be one of the most cruelly punished.
     Any man taken flagrante delicto with a woman shall punished by the
loss of a limb when authorization to enjoy this woman has not hitherto been
granted him.
    The slightest religious act on the part of any subject, whomsoever he
be, whatsoever be that act, shall be punished by death.
     Messieurs are expressly enjoined at all gatherings to employ none but
the most lascivious language, remarks indicative of the greatest
debauchery, expressions of the filthiest, the most harsh, and the most
blasphemous.
     The name of God shall never be uttered save when accompanied by
invectives or imprecations, and thus qualified it shall be repeated as
often as possible.
     With respect to their tone, it shall at all times be exceedingly
brutal, exceedingly harsh, and exceedingly imperious when addressing the
wives and the little girls, but wheedling, whorish, and depraved when
addressing the men whom the friends, by adopting with them the role of
women, should regard as their husbands.
     Any friend who fails to comply with any one of these articles, or who
may take it into his head to act in accordance with a single glimmer of
common sense or moderation and above all to spend a single day without
retiring dead drunk to bed, shall be fined ten thousand francs.
     Whenever a friend experiences the need to relieve himself heavily, a
woman from that class he considers fitting shall be obliged to accompany
him, to attend to those duties he shall during this activity indicate to
her.
     No subject, whether male or female, shall be allowed to fulfill duties
of cleanliness whatsoever they may be, and above all those consequent upon
the heavy need relieved, without express permission from the month's
presiding officer, and if it be refused him, and if despite that refusal he
surrender to this need, his punishment shall be of the very rudest.
     The four wives shall have no prerogatives of any kind over the other
women; on the contrary, they shall at all times be treated with a maximum
of rigor and inhumanity, and they shall be frequently employed upon the
vilest and most painful enterprises, such as for example the cleaning of
the private and common privies established in the chapel. These privies
shall be emptied only once every week, but always by them, and they shall
be severely punished if they resist the work or accomplish it poorly.
     Should a subject attempt evasion while the assembly is sitting, he
shall be punished by death instantly, whomsoever he be.
     The cooks and their assistants shall be respected, and those of the
friends who violate this article shall pay a fine of one thousand gold
louis. With regard to these fines, they shall all be specially employed,
upon the return to France, for the initial expenses incidental to a new
party, either in this same kind, or in another.
     These affairs being settled and these regulations published on the
30th, the Duc spent the morning of the 31st inspecting everything, having
the statutes repeated aloud, and scrupulously examining the premises to see
whether they were susceptible to assault or favorable to escape.
     Having concluded that one would have to have wings or the devil's
powers to get out or in, he reported his findings to the society and
devoted the evening to haranguing the women. By his order they were all
convoked in the auditorium, and having mounted that kind of tribune or
throne intended for the storyteller, here more or less is the speech he
delivered to them:
     "Feeble, enfettered creatures destined solely for our pleasures, I
trust you have not deluded yourselves into supposing that the equally
absolute and ridiculous ascendancy given you in the outside world would be
accorded you in this place; a thousand times more subjugated than would be
slaves, you must expect naught but humiliation, and obedience is that one
virtue whose use I recommend to you: it and no other befits your present
state. Above all, do not take it into your heads to rely in the least upon
your charms; we are utterly indifferent to those snares and, you may depend
on it, such bait will fail with us. Ceaselessly bear in mind that we will
make use of you all, but that not a single one of you need beguile herself
into imagining that she is able to inspire any feeling of pity in us.
Roused in fury against the altars that have been able to snatch from us
some few grains of incense, our pride and our libertinage shatter them as
soon as the illusion has satisfied our senses, and contempt almost always
followed by hatred instantly assumes the pre-eminence hitherto occupied by
our imagination. What, furthermore, might you offer that we do not know by
heart already? what will you tender us that we shall not grind beneath our
heels, often at the very moment delirium transports us?
     "Useless to conceal it from you: your service will be arduous, it will
be painful and rigorous, and the slightest delinquencies will be requited
immediately with corporal and afflicting punishments; hence, I must
recommend to you prompt exactness, submissiveness, and a total self-
abnegation that you be enabled to heed naught but our desires; let them be
your only laws, fly to do their bidding, anticipate them, cause them to be
born. Not that you have much to gain by this conduct, but simply because,
by not observing it, you will have a great deal to lose.
     "Give a thought to your circumstances, think what you are, what we
are, and may these reflections cause you to quake - you are beyond the
borders of France in the depths of an uninhabitable forest, high amongst
naked mountains; the paths that brought you here were destroyed behind you
as you advanced along them. You are enclosed in an impregnable citadel; no
one on earth knows you are here; you are beyond the reach of your friends,
of your kin: insofar as the world is concerned, you are already dead, and
if yet you breathe, 'tis by our pleasure, and for it only. And what are the
persons to whom you are now subordinated? Beings of a profound and
recognized criminality, who have no god but their lubricity, no laws but
their depravity, no care but for their debauch, godless, unprincipled,
unbelieving profligates, of whom the least criminal is soiled by more
infamies than you could number, and in whose eyes the life of a woman -
what do I say, the life of a woman? the lives of all women who dwell on the
face of the earth, are as insignificant as the crushing of a fly. There
will, doubtless, be few you, without the flutter of an eyelash lend
yourselves to them all, and faced with whatever it may be, show patience,
submission, and courage. If unhappily, some amongst you succumb to our
passions' intemperance, let her adjust bravely to her fate: we are not
going to exist forever in this world, and the most fortunate thing that can
befall a woman is to die young. Our ordinances have been read to you: they
are very wise and well-designed for your safety and for our pleasures; obey
them blindly, and expect the worst from us should we be irritated by your
misbehavior. Several amongst you have ties with us, I know, and perhaps
they embolden you, and perhaps you hope for indulgence on this account; you
would be most gravely mistaken were you to put much store by them: no blood
attachment is sacred in the view of people like ourselves, and the more
they seem so to you, the more their rupture will stimulate the perversity
in our spirits. Daughters, wives, it is to you, then, I address myself at
present: expect us to grant you no prerogative, you are herewith advised
that you will be treated with an even greater severity than the others, and
that specifically to point out to you with what scorn we view the bonds
whereby you perhaps think us constrained.
     "Moreover, do not simply wait for us to specify the orders we would
have you execute: a gesture, a glance, often simply one of our internal
feelings will announce our desire, and you will be as harshly punished for
not having divined it as you would be were you, after having been notified,
to ignore that desire or flout it. It is up to you to interpret our
movements, our glances, our gestures, to interpret our expressions, and
above all not to be mistaken as to our desires. Let us suppose, for
example, this desire were to see a particular part of your body and that,
through clumsiness, you were to exhibit some other - you appreciate to what
extent such contempt would be upsetting to our imaginations, and you are
aware of all that one risks by chilling the mind of a libertine who, let us
presume, is expecting an ass for his discharge, and to whom some fool
presents a cunt.
     "By and large, offer your fronts very little to our sight; remember
that this loathsome part, which only the alienation of her wits could have
permitted Nature to create, is always the one we find most repugnant. And
relative to your ass itself, there are precautions to observe: not only
would you be well-advised, upon presenting it, to hide the odious lair
which accompanies it, but it behooves you to avoid the display, at certain
moments, of an ass in that certain state wherein other folk desire always
to find it; you probably understand me; and furthermore, the four duennas
will furnish you later on with instructions which will complete the
explanation of everything.
     "In short: shudder, tremble, anticipate, obey - and with all that, if
you are not very fortunate, perhaps you will not be completely miserable.
No intrigues amongst you, no alliances, none of that ridiculous friendship
between the girls which, by softening the heart in one sense, in another
renders it both more ill-tempered and less well-disposed to the one and
simple humiliation to which you are fated by us; consider that it is not at
all as human beings we behold you, but exclusively as animals one feeds in
return for their services, and which one withers with blows when they
refuse to be put to use.
     "You have seen with what stringency you are forbidden anything
resembling any act of religion whatsoever. I warn you: few crimes will be
more severely punished than this one. It is only too well known that in
your midst there are yet a few fools unable to bring themselves to abjure
this infamous God and abhor his worship; I would have you know that these
imbeciles will be scrupulously examined, and there is no extremity they
will not suffer who are so unlucky as to be taken in the act. Let them be
persuaded, these stupid creatures, let them henceforth be convinced that in
all the world there are not twenty persons today who cling to this mad
notion of God's existence, and that the religion he invokes is nothing but
a fable ludicrously invented by cheats and impostors, whose interest in
deceiving us is only too clear at the present time. In fine, decide for
yourselves: were there a God and were this God to have any power, would he
permit the virtue which honors him, and which you profess, to be sacrified
to vice and libertinage as it is going to be? Would this all-powerful God
permit a feeble creature like myself, who would, face to face with him, be
as a mite in the eyes of an elephant, would he, I say, permit this feeble
creature to insult him, to flout him, to defy him, to challenge him, to
offend him as I do, wantonly, at my own sweet will, at every instant of the
day?"
     This little sermon concluded, the Duc descended from the chair and,
with the exception of the four elders and the four narrators, who knew very
well they were there as sacrificers and priestesses rather than as victims,
except for those eight individuals, I say, everyone burst into tears, and
the Duc, not much touched by the scene, left those enacting it to
conjecture, jabber, and complain to each other, in perfect certainty the
eight spies would render a thorough report of everything: and off he went
to spend the night with Hercule, the member of the troupe of fuckers who
had become his most intimate favorite in the capacity of a lover, little
Zephyr still having, as a mistress, the first place in his heart. In that
upon the following morning everything was to begin, the mechanism was to
start functioning, everyone accordingly completed final arrangements, went
soundly to sleep, and on the morrow at the stroke of ten, the curtain rose
upon a scene of libertinage which was to continue unimpeded, in strict
compliance with prescription, until and including the 28th day of February.
     And now, friend-reader, you must prepare your heart and your mind for
the most impure tale that has ever been told since our world began, a book
the likes of which are met with neither amongst the ancients nor amongst us
moderns. Fancy, now, that all pleasure-taking either sanctioned by good
manners or enjoyned by that fool you speak of incessantly, of whom you know
nothing and whom you call Nature; fancy, I say, that all these modes of
taking pleasure will be expressly excluded from this anthology, of that
whenever peradventure you do indeed encounter them here, they will always
be accompanied by some crime or colored by some infamy.
     Many of the extravagances you are about to see illustrated will
doubtless displease you, yes, I am well aware of it, but there are amongst
them a few which will warm you to the point of costing you some fuck, and
that, reader, is all we ask of you; if we have not said everything,
analyzed everything, tax us not with partiality, for you cannot expect us
to have guessed what suits you best. Rather, it is up to you to take what
you please and leave the rest alone, another reader will do the same, and
little by little, everyone will find himself satisfied. It is the story of
the magnificent banquet: six hundred different plates offer themselves to
your appetite; are you going to eat them all? No, surely not, but this
prodigious variety enlarges the bounds of your choice and, delighted by
this increase of possibilities, it surely never occurs to you to scold the
Amphitryon who regales you. Do likewise here: choose and let lie the rest
without declaiming against that rest simply because it does not have the
power to please you. Consider that it will enchant someone else, and be a
philosopher.
     As for the diversity, it is authentic, you may be sure of it; study
closely that passion which to your first consideration seems perfectly to
resemble another, and you will see that a difference does exist and that,
however slightly it may be, it possesses precisely that refinement, that
touch which distinguishes and characterizes the kind of libertinage
wherewith we are here involved.
     We have, moreover, blended these six hundred passions into the
storytellers' narratives. That is one more thing whereof the reader were
well to have foreknowledge: it would have been too monotonous to catalogue
them one by one outside the body of the story. But as some reader not much
learned in these matters might perhaps confuse the designated passions with
the adventure or simple event in the narrator's life, each of these
passions has been carefully distinguished by a marginal notation: a line,
above which is the title that may be given the passion. This mark indicates
the exact place where the account of the passions begins, and the end of
the paragraph always indicates where it finishes.
     But as numerous personages participate in a drama of this kind,
notwithstanding the care we have taken in this introduction to describe and
designate each one... we shall provide an index which will contain the name
and age of every actor, together with a brief sketch of them all; so that
should the reader, as he moves along, encounter what seems to him an
unfamiliar figure, he will have merely to turn back to this index, and if
this little aid to his memory suffice not, to the more thorough portraits
given earlier.
THE ROMANCE OF THE SCHOOL FOR LIBERTINAGE

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
     The Duc de Blangis, fifty, built like a satyr, endowed with a
monstrous member and prodigious strength; he may be regarded as the
depository of every vice and every crime. He has killed his mother, his
sister, and three of his wives.
     The Bishop of X*** is his brother; forty-five years old, more slender
and more delicate than the Duc; a nasty mouth. He is deceitful, adroit, a
faithful sectary of sodomy, active and passive, he has an absolute contempt
for all other kinds of pleasure, he has brought about the cruel deaths of
the two children whose sizable fortune was left in trust with him; he is a
nervous type, so sensitive he nearly swoons upon discharging.
     The President de Curval, sixty; a tall, thin, lank man, with sunken,
dead eyes, an unhealthy mouth, the walking image of low license and
libertinage, frightfully dirty about his body and attaching voluptuousness
thereto. He has been circumcised, his erection is rare and difficult, it
does take place however, and he ejaculates almost every day. His tastes
induce him to prefer men; all the same, he has no scorn for a maid. For
singularities in his tastes, he has a fondness for old age and whatever is
kin to him in filthiness. He is endowed with a member practically as thick
as the Duc's. In late years he has seemed as though unstrung by debauchery,
and he drinks a great deal. He owes his fortune solely to murders and is
nominally guilty of one, a dreadful one, whose details are contained in his
biography previously given. When discharging, he experiences a sort of
lubricious rage; it drives him to cruel deeds.
     Durcet, banker, fifty-three, a great friend of the Duc, and his
schoolmate; he is short, squat, and chubby, but his body looks healthy,
pretty, and lair. He has the figure of a woman and all a woman's tastes: by
his little firmness deprived from giving women pleasure, he has imitated
that sex and has himself fucked at any time of day or night. He is also
rather fond of a good mouthing, 'tis the only expedient which is able to
afford him an agent's pleasures. His pleasures are his only gods, and he is
constantly prepared to sacrify everything to them. He is clever, adroit,
and has committed a profusion of crimes; he poisoned his mother, his wife,
and her niece in order to assure his inheritance. His spirit is stoical,
stalwart his heart, and absolutely insensible to pity. He no longer
stiffens, his ejaculations are most rare; his instants of crisis are
preceded by a kind of spasm which hurls him into a lubricious fury
dangerous for those who are serving his passions.
     Constance, the Duc's wife, Durcet's daughter; twenty-two years of age,
she is a Roman beauty, with more majesty than finesse, plump, but well-
constructed, a superb body, a unique ass, a model ass, hair and eyes very
dark. She is not without brains or wit, and but too well senses the horror
of her fate. A great fund of native virtue nothing has been able to
destroy.
     Adelaide, Durcet's wife, the President's daughter; a pretty little
object, she is twenty, blond, very tender eyes of a lovely, animated blue,
she has about her everything of the romantic heroine. A long, well-attached
neck, her one defect is her mouth, which is a shade large. Small breasts
and a little ass, but all that, though delicate, is fair and well-molded. A
mind given to fantasy, a tender heart, excessively virtuous and believing;
she secretly performs her Christian duties.
     Julie, the President's wife, elder daughter of the Duc; she is twenty-
four, fat, fleshy, with fine brown eyes, a pretty nose, striking and
agreeable features, but an appalling mouth. She has little virtue and even
pronounced tendencies to uncleanliness, alcoholism, gluttony, and whoredom.
Her husband loves her for her defective mouth; this singularity appeals to
the President's tastes. She has never been given either principles or
religion.
     Aline, her younger sister, supposed daughter of the Duc, really one of
the Duc's wives and the Bishop's child; she is eighteen, has a very
agreeable and fetching countenance, abounding health, brown eyes, an
upturned nose, a mischievous air although she is profoundly indolent and
lazy. She seems as yet to have no temperament and most sincerely detests
all the infamies she is victim of. The Bishop baptized her behind at the
age of ten. She has been left in crass ignorance, knows neither how to read
nor write, she abhors the Bishop and greatly fears the Duc. She is much
attached to her sister, is sober and tidy, speaks oddly and like a child;
her ass is charming.
     Duclos, the first storyteller; forty-eight, preserves her looks, is in
good physical health, has the finest ass to be seen. Brunette, full figure,
very well fleshed.
     Champville is fifty; she is slender, well made, has lascivious eyes,
she is a tribade, and everything about her proclaims it. Her present trade
is pimping. She was once fair-haired, has pretty eyes, is long in the
clitoris and ticklish in that part, has an ass much worn from service, but
is none the less untupped in that place.
     Martaine is fifty-two; she's a procuress too, a matronly dame, hale
and hearty; inner obstructions have prevented her from ever knowing any but
Sodom's delights, for which indeed she seems to have been specially
created, for, her age notwithstanding, she has the world's noblest ass; it
is both broad and big and so habituated to introductions that she can
accommodate the weightiest engines without the flutter of an eyelash. She
has pretty features still, but they are beginning to fade.
     Desgranges is fifty-six; she is even now the greatest villain who has
ever lived; she is tall, slender, pale, and was once dark-haired, she is
crime's personification. Her withered ass resembles marbled paper, or
parchment, and its orifice is immense. She is one-dugged, is missing three
fingers and six teeth, fructus belli. There exists not a single crime she
has not perpetrated or engineered, her prattle is pleasing to the ear, she
has wit, and is currently one of the outfitters most highly respected by
society.
     Marie, the first of the duennas, is the youngest at fifty-eight; she
has been whipped and branded, and was a servant to thieves. Her eyes are
lackluster and running, her nose crooked, her teeth yellow, one buttock's
gnawed by an abscess. She has borne and killed fourteen children.
     Louison, the second duenna, is sixty; she is small, lame, one-eyed,
and hunchbacked, but for all that she has yet a very pretty ass. She is
always ready for crime and is extremely wicked. She and Marie are appointed
as governesses to the girls, and the two following to the boys.
     TherΦse, aged sixty-two, looks like a skeleton, has no hair, no teeth,
a stinking mouth, an ass seamed with scars, its hole is of excessively
generous diameter. Filthy and fetid to an atrocious degree; she has a
twisted arm, and she limps.
     Fanchon, sixty-nine years old, has been six times hanged in effigy and
has perpetrated every crime under the sun; she squints, is flat-nosed,
short, heavy, has no forehead, two teeth only. An erysipelas covers her
ass, a bunch of hemorrhoids hangs from her hole, a chancre is eating her
womb, she has a burnt thigh, and a cancer gnaws her breast. She is
constantly drunk and vomits, farts, and shits here, there, and everywhere
all the time, and all unawares she is doing it.
HAREM OF LITTLE GIRLS
     Augustine, daughter of a Languedoc baron, fifteen years old, alert and
pretty little face.
     Fanny, daughter of a Breton counselor, fourteen, a sweet and tender
air.
     Zelmire, daughter of the Comte de Terville, seigneur of Beauce,
fifteen, a noble look and a very sensitive soul.
     Sophie, daughter of a gentleman from Berry, charming features,
fourteen years.
     Colombe, daughter of a counselor to the Parliament of Paris, thirteen
years old, exuberant health.
     Hebe, daughter of an Orleans officer, a very libertine air, charming
eyes, she is twelve.
     Rosette and Michette, both look like lovely virgins. The first is
thirteen and is the daughter of a Chalon-sur-Sa⌠ne officer, the other is
twelve and is a daughter of the Marquis de Senanges; she was abducted from
her father's estate in Bourbonnais.
     Their figures, the rest of their features and chiefly their asses are
beyond all description. They were chosen from amongst one hundred and
fifty.
HAREM OF LITTLE BOYS
     Zelamir, thirteen, son of a Poitou squire.
     Cupidon, same age, son of a gentleman from near La FlΦche.
     Narcisse, twelve, son of a nobleman situated in Rouen, Knight of
Malta.
     Zephyr, fifteen, son of a general living in Paris. He is destined for
the Duc.
     Celadon, son of a Nancy magistrate. He is fourteen.
     Adonis, son of a judge of a Paris assize court; fifteen, destined for
Curval.
     Hyacinthe, fourteen, son of a retired officer dwelling in Champagne.
     Giton, page to the King, twelve, son of a gentleman from the
Nivernais.
     No pen is capable of representing the graces, the features, and the
charms of these eight children superior also to all the tongue is empowered
to say, and chosen, as you know, from amongst a very large number.
EIGHT FUCKERS
     Hercule, twenty-six, very pretty, but also a very mean character, the
Duc's favorite; his prick measures eight and one-quarter inches around and
thirteen in length. Plentiful discharge.
     Antinoⁿs is thirty. A fine specimen of a man, his prick is eight
inches around and twelve inches long.
     Bum-Cleaver, twenty-eight years old, has the look of a satyr; his
majestic prick is bent saber fashion, its head, or glans, is enormous, it
is eight and three-eighths inches in circumference and the shaft eight in
length. A fine curve to this majestic prick.
     Invictus is twenty-five, he is exceedingly ugly, but healthy and
vigorous; the great favorite of Curval, he is continually aroused, and his
prick is seven and fifteen-sixteenths inches around by eleven inches long.
     The four others measure from nine to ten and fifteen-sixteenths inches
long, by from seven and a half and five-eights inches around, and they are
from twenty-five to thirty years of age.




PART THE FIRST
THE 150 SIMPLE PASSIONS, OR THOSE BELONGING TO THE FIRST CLASS, COMPOSING
THE THIRTY DAYS OF NOVEMBER PASSED IN HEARING THE NARRATION OF MADAME
DUCLOS; INTERSPERSED AMONGST WHICH ARE THE SCANDALOUS DOINGS AT THE CH┬TEAU
DURING THAT MONTH; ALL BEING SET DOWN IN THE FORM OF A JOURNAL.

THE FIRST DAY
     The company rose the 1st of November at ten o'clock in the morning, as
was specified in the statutes which Messieurs had mutually sworn faithfully
to observe in every particular. The four fuckers who had not shared the
friends' couches, at their waking hour brought Zephyr to the Duc, Adonis to
Curval, Narcisse to Durcet, and Zelamir to the Bishop. All four children
were very timid, even more awkward, but, encouraged by their guides, they
very nicely carried out their tasks, and the Duc discharged. His three
colleagues, more reserved and less prodigal with their fuck, had as much of
it deposited in them as did the Duc, but distributed none of their own.
     At eleven o'clock they passed into the women's quarters where the
eight young sultanas appeared naked, and in this state served chocolate,
aided and directed by Marie and Louison, who presided over this seraglio.
There was a great deal of handling and colling, and the eight poor girls,
wretched little victims of the most blatant lubricity, blushed, hid behind
their hands, sought to protect their charms, and immediately displayed
everything as soon as they observed that their modesty irritated and
annoyed their masters. The Duc rose up like a shot and measured his
engine's circumference against Michette's slender little waist: their
difference did not exceed three inches. Durcet, the month's preseding
officer, conducted the prescribed examinations and made the necessary
searches; Hebe and Colombe were found to have lapsed, their punishment was
pronounced at once and fixed for the following Saturday at orgy hour. They
wept. No one was moved.
     They proceeded to the boys' apartments. The four who had not appeared
that morning, namely Cupidon, Celadon, Hyacinthe and Giton, bared their
behinds in accordance with orders, and the sight provided an instant's
amusement. Curval kissed them all on the mouth, and the Bishop spent a
moment frigging their pricks while the Duc and Durcet were doing something
else. The inspections were completed, no misconduct was discovered.
     At one o'clock Messieurs betook themselves to the chapel where, as you
know, the sanitary conveniences were installed. The calculation of
requirements for the coming soiree having led to the refusal of a good
number of requests, only Constance, Duclos, Augustine, Sophie, Zelamir,
Cupidon, and Louison appeared; all the others had asked permission and had
been instructed to hold back until evening. Our four friends, ranged around
the same specially constructed seat, had these seven subjects take their
seat one after another, and then retired when they had enough of this
spectacle. They descended to the salon where, while the women dined, they
gossiped and tattled until the time came for them to be served their meal.
Each of the four friends placed himself between two fuckers, pursuant to
the imposed rule that barred all women from their table, and the four naked
wives, aided by the elders costumed as the Graeae, served them the most
magnificent and the most succulent dinner it were possible to concoct. No
one more delicate, more skilled than the cooks they had brought with them,
and they were so well paid and so lavishly provided that everything could
not fail to be a brilliant success. As the midday fare was to be less heavy
than the evening meal, they were restricted to four superb courses, each
composed of twelve plates. Burgundy wine arrived with the hors d'ouvres,
Bordeaux was served with the entrees, champagne with the roasts, Hermitage
accompanied the entrements, Tokay and madeira were served with dessert.
     Spirits rose little by little; the fuckers, whom the friends had
granted every liberty with their wives, treated them somewhat untenderly.
Constance was even a bit knocked about, rather beaten for having dawdled
over bringing a dish to Hercule who, seeing himself well advanced in the
Duc's good graces, fancied he might carry insolence to the point of
drubbing and molesting his wife; the Duc thought this very amusing. Curval,
in an ugly humor by the time dessert arrived, flung a plate at his wife's
face, and it might have clove her head in two had she not ducked. Spying
one of his neighbors stiffen, Durcet, though they were still at table,
promptly unbuttoned his breeches and presented his ass. The neighbor drove
his weapon home; the operation once concluded, they fell to drinking again
as if nothing had happened. The Duc soon imitated his old friend's little
infamy and wagered that, enormous as Invictus' prick might be, he could
calmly down three bottles of wine while lying embuggered upon it. What
effortlessness, what ease, what detachment in libertinage! He won what he
had staked, and as they were not drunk on an empty stomach, as those three
bottles fell upon at least fifteen others, the Duc's head began gently to
swim. The first object upon which his eye alighted was his wife, weeping
over the abuse she had sustained from Hercule, and this sight so inspired
the Duc he lost not an instant doing to her things too excessive for us to
describe as yet. The reader will notice how hampered we are in these
beginnings, and how stumbling are our efforts to give a coherent account of
these matters; we trust he will forgive us for leaving the curtain drawn
over a considerable number of little details. We promise it will be raised
later on.
     Our champions finally made their way into the salon, where new
pleasures and further delights were awaiting them. Coffee and liqueurs were
distributed by a charming quartet made up of Adonis and Hyacinthe, two
appealing little boys, and two pretty maids, Zelmire and Fanny. TherΦse,
one of the duennas, supervised them, for it was decreed that wherever two
or more children were gathered, a duenna was to be on hand. Our four
libertines, half-drunk but none the less resolved to abide their laws,
contended themselves with kisses, fingerings, but their libertine
intelligence knew how to season these mild activities with all the
refinements of debauch and lubricity. It was thought for a moment that the
Bishop was going to have to surrender his fuck in exchange for the
extraordinary things he was wringing from Hyacinthe, while Zelmire frigged
him. His nerves were already aquiver, an impending crisis was beginning to
take possession of his entire being, but he checked himself, the tempting
objects ready to triumph over his senses were sent spinning and, knowing
there was yet a full day's work ahead of him, the Bishop saved his best for
the evening. Six different kinds of liqueur were drunk, three kinds of
coffee, and the hour sounding at last, the two couples withdrew to dress.
     Our friends took a fifteen minute nap, then moved into the throne
room, the place where the auditors were to listen to the narrations. The
friends took their places upon their couches, the Duc having his beloved
Hercule at his feet, near him, naked, Adelaide, Durcet's wife and the
President's daughter, and for quatrain opposite him, and linked to his
niche by a chain of flowers, as has been explained, Zephyr, Giton,
Augustine, and Sophie costumed as shepherds, supervised by Louison as an
old peasant woman playing the role of their mother.
     At Curval's feet was Invictus, upon his couch lay Constance, the Duc's
wife and Durcet's daughter, and for quatrain four little Spaniards, each
sex dressed in its costume and as elegantly as possible: they were Adonis,
Celadon, Fanny, and Zelmire; Fanchon clad as a duenna, watched over them.
     The Bishop had Antinoⁿs at his feet, his niece Julie on his couch, and
four little almost naked savages for quatrain. The boys: Cupidon and
Narcisse; the girls: Hebe and Rosette; an old Amazon, interpreted by
TherΦse, was in charge of them.
     Durcet had Bum-Cleaver for fucker, near him reclined Aline, daughter
of the Bishop, and in front of him were four little sultanas, the boys
being dressed as girls, and this refinement to the last degree emphasized
the enchanting visages of Zelamir, Hyacinthe, Colombe, and Michette. An old
Arab slave, portrayed by Marie, presided over this quatrain.
     The three storytellers, magnificently dressed as upper-class Parisian
courtesans, were seated below the throne upon a couch, and Madame Duclos,
the month's narrator, in very scanty and very elegant attire, well rouged
and heavily bejeweled, having taken her place on the stage, thus began the
story of what had occurred in her life, into which account she was, with
all pertinent details, to insert the first one hundred and fifty passions
designated by the title of simple passions:
     'Tis no slight undertaking, Messieurs, to attempt to express oneself
before a circle such as yours. Accustomed to all of the most subtle and
most delicate that letters produce, how, one may wonder, will you be able
to bear the ill-shaped periods and uncouth images of a humble creature like
myself who has received no other education than the one supplied her by
libertinage. But your indulgence reassures me; you ask for naught but the
natural and true, and I dare say what of these I shall provide you will
merit your attention.
     My mother was twenty-five when she brought me into the world, and I
was her second child; the first was also a daughter, by six years my elder.
My mother's birth was not distinguished. She had been early bereft of both
her father and mother, and as her parents had dwelled near the Recollet
monastery in Paris, when she found herself an orphan, abandoned and without
any resources, she obtained permission from these good fathers to come and
ask for alms in their church. But as she had some youth and health, she
soon attracted their notice, and gradually mounted from the church below to
the rooms above, whence she soon descended with child. It was as a
consequence of one such adventure my sister saw the light, and it is more
likely that my own birth might rightly be ascribed to no other cause.
     However, content with my mother's docility and seeing how she did make
the community to prosper and flourish, the good fathers rewarded her works
by granting her what might be earned from the rental of seats in their
church; my mother no sooner obtained this post than, with her superior's
leave, she married one of the house's water carriers who straightway,
without the least repugnance, adopted my sister and me.
     Born into the Church, I dwelled so to speak more in the House of God
than in our own; I helped my mother arrange the chairs, I seconded the
sacristans in their various operations, I would have said Mass had that
been necessary, although I had not yet attained my fifth year.
     One day, returning from my holy occupations, my sister asked me
whether I had yet encountered Father Laurent....
     I said I had not.
     "Well, look out," said she, "he's on the watch for you, I know he is,
he wants to show you what he showed me. Don't run away, look him straight
in the eye without being afraid, he won't touch you, but he'll show you
something very funny, and if you let him do it he'll pay you a lot. There
are more than fifteen of us around here whom he's shown it to. That's what
he likes best, and he's given a present to us all."
     You may well imagine, Messieurs, that nothing more was needed, not
only to keep me from fleeing Father Laurent, but to induce me to seek him
out; at that age the voice of modesty is a whisper at best, and its silence
until the time one has left the tutelage of Nature is certain proof, is it
not, that this factitious sentiment is far less the product of that
original mother's training than it is the fruit of education? I flew
instantly to the church, and as I was crossing a little court located
between the entrance of the churchyard and the monastery, I bumped squarely
into Father Laurent. He was a monk about forty, with a very handsome face.
He stopped me.
     "Whither are you going, Francon?" he asked.
     "To arrange the chairs, Father."
     "Never fear, never fear, your mother will attend to them," said he.
"Come, come along with me," and he drew me toward a sequestered chamber
hard by the place. "I am going to show you something you have never seen."
     I follow him, we enter, he shuts the door and, having posted me
directly opposite him:
     "Well, Francon," says he, pulling a monstrous prick from his drawers,
an instrument which nearly toppled me with fright; "tell me," he continues,
frigging himself, "have you ever seen anything to equal it?... that's what
they call a prick, my little one, yes, a prick... it's used for fucking,
and what you're going to see, what's going to flow out of it in a moment or
two, is the seed wherefrom you were created. I've shown it to your sister,
I've shown it to all the little girls of your age, lend a hand, help it
along, help get it out, do as your sister does, she's got it out of me
twenty times or more.... I show them my prick, and then what do you suppose
I do? I squirt the fuck in their face.... That's my passion, my child, I
have no other... and you're about to behold it."
     And at the same time I felt myself completely drenched in a white
spray, it soaked me from head to foot, some drops of it had leapt even into
my eyes, for my little head just came to the height of his fly. However,
Laurent was gesticulating. "Ah! the pretty fuck, the dear fuck I am
losing," he cried, "why, look at you! You're covered with it." And
gradually regaining control of himself, he calmly put his tool away and
decamped, slipping twenty sous into my hand and suggesting that I bring him
any little companions I might happen to have.
     As you may readily fancy, I could not have been more eager to run and
tell everything to my sister; she wiped me dry, taking the greatest care to
overlook none of the spots, and she who had enabled me to earn my little
fortune did not fail to demand half of my wages. Instructed by this
example, I did not fail, in the hope of a similar division of the spoils,
to round up as many little girls for Father Laurent as I could find. But
having brought him one with whom he was already familiar, he turned her
away, the while giving me three sous by way of encouragement.
     "I never see the same one twice, my child," he told me, "bring me some
I don't know, never any of those who say they've already had dealings with
me."
     I managed more successfully; in the space of three months, I
introduced Father Laurent to more than twenty new girls, with whom, for the
sake of his pleasure, he employed the identical proceedings he had with me.
Together with the stipulation that they be strangers to him, there was
another relative for age, and it appeared to be of infinite importance: he
had no use for anything younger than four or older than seven. And my
little fortune could not have been faring better when my sister, noticing
that I was encroaching upon her domain, threatened to divulge everything to
my mother if I did not put a stop to this splendid commerce; I had to give
up Father Laurent.
     However, my functions continued to keep me in the neighborhood of the
monastery; the same day I reached the age of seven I encountered a new
lover whose preferred caprice, although very childish, was nevertheless
somewhat more serious. This one was named Father Louis, he was older than
Laurent, and had some unidentifiable quality in his bearing that was a
great deal more libertine. He sidled up to me at the door of the church as
I was entering it, and made me promise to come up to his room. At first I
advanced a few objections, but once he had assured me that three years ago
my sister had come for a visit and that he received little girls of my age
every day, I went with him. Scarcely were we in his cell when he closed and
bolted the door and, having poured some elixir into a goblet, made me
swallow it and then two more copious measures too. This preparatory step
taken, the reverend, more affectionate than his confrere, fell to kissing
me and, chattering all the while, he untied my apron and, raising my skirt
to my bodice, he laid hands, despite my faint strugglings, upon all the
anterior parts he had just brought to light; and after having thoroughly
fingered and considered them, he inquired of me whether I did not desire to
piss. Singularly driven to this need by the strong dose he had a few
moments earlier had me drink, I assured him the urge to do so was as
powerful as ever it could be, but that I did not want to satisfy it in
front of him.
     "Oh, my goodness, do! Why yes, my little rascal," quoth the bawdy
fellow, "by God yes, you'll piss in my presence and, what's worse, you'll
piss upon me. Here it is," he went on, plucking his prick from his
breeches, "here's the tool you're going to moisten, just piss on it a
little."
     And thereupon he lifted me up and set me on two chairs, one foot on
one chair, the other foot on the other, he moved the chairs apart as far as
was possible, then bade me squat. Holding me in this posture, he placed a
container beneath me, established himself on a little stool about as high
as the pot; his engine was in his hand, directly under my cunt. One of his
hands supporting my haunches, he frigged himself with the other, and my
mouth being at a level with his, he kissed it.
     "Off you go, my little one, piss," cried he, "flood my prick with that
enchanting liquid whose hot outpouring exerts such a sway over my senses.
Piss, my heart, care not but to piss and try to inundate my fuck."
     Louis became animated, excited himself, it was easy to see that this
unusual operation was the one which all his senses most cherished; the
sweetest, gentlest ecstasy crowned that very moment when the liquids
wherewith he had swollen my stomach, gushed most abundantly out of me, and
we simultaneously filled the same pot, he with fuck, I with urine. The
exercise concluded, Louis delivered roughly the same speech to me I had
heard from Laurent, he wished to make a procuress of his little whore, and
this time, caring precious little for my sister's threats, I boldly guided
every child I knew to dear Louis. He had every one of them do the same
thing, and as he experienced no compunction upon seeing any one of them a
second or third time, and as he always gave me separate payment, which had
nothing to do with the additional fee I extracted from my little comrades,
before six months had passed I found myself with a tidy little sum which
was entirely my own; I had only to conceal knowledge of it from my sister.
     "Duclos," the President interrupted at this point, "we have, I
believe, advised you that your narrations must be decorated with the most
numerous and searching details; the precise way and extent to which we may
judge how the passion you describe relates to human manners and man's
character is determined by your willingness to disguise no circumstance;
and, what is more, the least circumstance is apt to have an immense
influence upon the procuring of that kind of sensory irritation we expect
from your stories."
     "Yes, my Lord," Duclos replied, "I have been advised to omit no detail
and to enter into the most minute particulars whenever they serve to shed
light upon the human personality, or upon the species of passion; have I
neglected something in connection with this one?"
     "You have," said the President; "I have not the faintest notion of
your second monk's prick, nor any idea of its discharge. In addition, did
he frig your cunt, pray tell, and did he have you dandle his device? You
see what I mean by neglected details."
     "Your pardon, my Lord," said Duclos, "I shall repair these present
mistakes and avoid them in the future. Father Louis possessed a very
ordinary member, greater in its length than it was around and in general of
a most common shape and turn; indeed, I do recall that he stiffened rather
poorly and that it was not until the crisis arrived he took on a little
firmness. No, he did not frig my cunt, he was content to enlarge it with
his fingers as much as possible, so as to give free issue to the urine. He
brought his prick very close two or three times, and his discharge was
rapid, intense, and brief; nothing came from his mouth but the words: 'Ah,
fuck! piss, my child, piss the pretty fountain, piss, d'ye hear, piss away,
don't you see me come?' And, while saying that, he intermittently sprinkled
kisses on my mouth. They were not excessively libertine."
     "That's it, Duclos," said Durcet, "the President was right; I could
not visualize a thing on the basis of your first telling, but now I have
your man well in view."
     "One moment, Duclos," said the Bishop, upon seeing that she was about
to proceed. "I have on my own account a need rather more pressing than to
piss, it's had me in its grip for an age and I have the feeling it's got to
go."
     So saying he drew Narcisse to his alcove. Fire leapt from the
prelate's eyes, his prick stood up against his belly, foam flecked his
lips, it was confined fuck that wished absolutely to escape and which could
not be liberated save by violent means. He dragged his niece and the little
boy into his closet. Everything came to a pause; a discharge was regarded
as something far too portentous not to suspend everything the moment
someone was about to produce one; all was to concur to make it delicious.
But upon this occasion Nature's will did not correspond with the Bishop's
wishes, and several minutes after having retired to the closet, he emerged
from it, furious, in the same state of erection and, addressing himself to
Durcet, presiding officer for November:
     "Put that odd little fellow down for some punishment on Saturday," he
said, flinging the child ten feet away from him, "and make it severe, if
you please."
     It was apparent that the boy had not been able to satisfy Monseigneur,
and Julie whispered in her father's ear what had happened.
     "Well, by God, then take another," cried the Duc, "choose something
from one of our quatrains if nothing in yours suits you."
     "Ah, my satisfaction now would be far beyond the damned little that
would have been sufficient a moment ago," said the prelate. "You know to
what we are led by a thwarted desire; I'd prefer to restrain myself, but no
undue leniency with that poor little fool ," he continued, "that's what I
recommend..."
     "But be at ease, my dear Bishop," said Durcet, "I promise you he'll
get a good scolding, 'tis a fine idea to provide the others with an
example. I'm sorry to see you in such a state; try something else; have
yourself fucked."
     "Monseigneur," spoke up Martaine, "I feel myself greatly disposed to
satisfy you, were Your Excellency to wish it..."
     "No, no, Christ, no!" the Bishop cried, "don't you know that there are
a thousand occasions when one does not want a woman's asshole? I'll
wait...let Duclos continue, I'll get rid of it tonight, I'll have to find
the one I want. Proceed, Duclos."
     And the friends having laughed right heartily at the Bishop's
libertine frankness- "there are a thousand occasions when one does not want
a woman's asshole"- the storyteller resumed in these terms:
It was not long after I had attained the age of seven that one day,
following my custom of bringing one of my little comrades to Louis, I found
another monk with him in his cell. As that had never happened before, I was
surprised and wanted to leave, but Louis having reassured us, my little
friend and I went boldly in.
     "Well there, Geoffrey," Louis said to his companion, pushing me toward
him, "did I not tell you that she was nice?"
     "Why yes indeed, she is," said Geoffrey, taking me upon his knees and
giving me a kiss. "How old are you, my little one?"
     "Seven, Father."
     "Just fifty years younger than I," said the good father, kissing me
anew.
     And during this little dialogue, the sirup was being prepared and, as
it was customary, each of us swallowed three big glasses of it, but, as it
was not customary for me to drink when I brought Louis a toy, because he
only expected a sprinkling from the girl I brought, because I did not
usually stay for the ceremony but used to leave at once, for all these
reasons I was astonished by their actions, and in a tone of the most naive
innocence I inquired:
     "And why do you have me drink, good Father? do you want me to piss?"
     "To be sure, we do, my child," quoth Geoffrey, who still had me
squeezed between his thighs and whose hands were already straying over my
front, "yes, you're to piss, and the adventure is to take place with me; it
will be, perhaps, a little different from the other one you experienced
here. Come into my cell, let's leave Father Louis with your little friend,
and let's get to business ourselves; we'll return when all our needs are
satisfied."
     We left; before going, Louis told me in a whisper to be very obliging
with his friend, and said I'd not regret it if I were. Geoffrey's cell was
not far from Louis', and we reached it without being seen. No sooner inside
than Geoffrey, having barricaded the door, told me to get rid of my skirts.
I obeyed, he himself pulled my shift above my navel and, having seated me
on the edge of his bed, he spread my thighs as wide as it were possible, at
the same time thrusting me back in such a way my belly came into full view
and my weight rested entirely upon the base of my spine. He besought me to
keep in that position and to begin to piss immediately he gave one of my
thighs a little slap with his hand. Then, scrutinizing me for a moment in
this attitude, with one hand he separated the lips of my cunt, with the
other he unbuttoned his breeches and with quick and energetic movements
began to shake a dark, stunted little member which seemed not much inclined
to respond to what was required of it. To give it some encouragement, our
man set about doing his duty and proceeded to his chosen custom, the one
which procured him the greatest possible titillation - down he went on his
knees, I say, between my legs, spent another instant peering into the
little orifice I presented to his eye, several times applied his mouth to
it, between his teeth muttering certain luxurious phrases I cannot remember
because at the time I did not understand them, and continued to agitate
that sullen little member, which, though fearfully bullied, did not budge.
Finally, he sealed his lips to those of my cunt, I received the signal, and
instantly draining what my bladder contained into the gentleman's mouth, I
flooded him with a stream of urine he swallowed as fast as I launched it
into his gullet. Whereupon his member unfurled, and its proudly lifted head
throbbed against one of my thighs: I felt it bravely spray his debilitated
manhood's sterile issue. Everything had been so well managed he swallowed
the final drops at the same moment his prick, confused by his victory, wept
bloody tears over it. Trembling in every limbs, Geoffrey got to his feet,
and I observed that he no longer had for his idol, once the incense had
been extinguished, the same religious fervor he had while delirium,
inflaming his homage, still sustained its glory: he rather abruptly gave me
twelve sous, opened the door without asking me, as had the others, to bring
him girls (he was evidently furnished by someone else) and, pointing the
way to his friend's cell, told me to go there, said that he was in a hurry,
that he had his offices to perform, that he could not conduct me himself,
and then shut his door without affording me the chance to answer him.
     "Oh yes indeed!" said the Duc, "unnumbered are they who absolutely
cannot bear the instant when the illusion is shattered. It seems as if
one's pride suffers when one lets a woman see one in such a state of
feebleness, and disgust would appear to be the result of the discomfiture
one experiences at such moments."
     "No," said Curval, whom Adonis, kneeling, was frigging, and whose
hands were wandering over Zelmire, "no, my friend, pride has nothing to do
with it, but the object which is in the profoundest sense devoid of all
value save the one our lust endows it with, that object, I say, shows
itself for what in truth it is once our lubricity has subsided. The more
violent has been the irritation the more this object is stripped of its
attraction when this irritation ceases to sustain it, just as we are more
or less fatigued after greater or lesser exertion, and this aversion we
thereupon sense is nothing but the sentiment of a glutted soul whereunto
happiness is displeasing because happiness has just wearied it."
     "But from this aversion, all the same," spoke up Durcet, "is often
born a plan for revenge, whose fatal consequences have often been
observed."
     "Yes, but that's another matter," Curval replied, "and as the
aftermath of these recitals will perhaps afford us examples of what you're
saying, let's not anticipate through dissertations what will be naturally
produced of itself."
     "President, be frank," said Durcet: "on the verge of running amuck
yourself, I believe that at the present moment you prefer to prepare
yourself to feel how one enjoys than to discuss how one becomes disgusted."
     "Why, not at all, not a bit of it," said Curval, "I am as cool as
ice... To be sure, yes," he continued, kissing Adonis' lips, "this child is
charming... but he's not to be fucked; I know of nothing worse than your
damnable regulations... one must reduce oneself to things... to things...
Go on, Duclos, go on, continue, for I have the feeling I might perpetrate
something foolish, and I want my illusion to remain intact at least until I
go to bed."
     The President, perceiving his engine beginning to rebel, sent the two
children back to their posts and, lying down beside Constance, who, pretty
as she was, doubtless failed to stimulate him as much, he a second time
besought Duclos to resume her story; she did at once, as follows:
     I rejoined my little comrade. Louis had been serviced; not very well
pleased, we both left the monastery, I almost resolved not to return again.
Geoffrey's tone had wounded my little pride, and without probing further to
determine the origins of my displeasure, I liked neither its apparent cause
nor its consequences. However, it had been written in my destiny that I was
to have yet a few more adventures in that pious retreat, and the example of
my sister, who had, so she told me, done business with fourteen of its
inhabitants, was to convince me that I was still far from the end of my
tour. Three months after this last episode, I became aware of overtures
being made to me by another one of these reverend fathers, this one a man
of about sixty. He invented every kind of ruse to lure me to his room; one
of them succeeded, so well in fact that one fine Sunday morning I found
myself there, without knowing why or how it had happened. The old rascal,
known as Father Henri, shut and locked the door as soon as I had crossed
the threshold, and embraced me with exceeding warmth.
     "Ah, little imp!" cried he, transported with joy, "I've got you now,
you'll not escape me this time, ha!"
     The weather was extremely cold at the time, my little nose was running
as children's usually do in the winter; I drew out a handkerchief.
     "What's this? What's this? Be careful there," warned Henri, "I'm the
one who'll attend to that operation, my sweet."
     And having stretched me out upon his bed with my head a little to one
side, he sat down next to me and raised my head upon his lap. He peered
avidly at me, his eyes seemed ready to devour the secretion oozing from my
nose. "Oh, the pretty little snotface," said he, beginning to pant, "how
I'm going to suck her." Therewith bending down over me, and taking my nose
in his mouth, not only did he devour all the mucus between my nose and
mouth, but he even lewdly darted the tip of his tongue into each of my
nostrils, one after the other, and with such cleverness he provoked two or
three sneezes which redoubled the flow he desired and was consuming so
hungrily. But ask me for no details bearing upon this fellow, Messieurs,
nothing appeared, and whether because he did nothing, or because he did it
all in his drawers, there was nothing to be seen, and amidst the multitude
of his kisses and lecherous lickings there was nothing outstanding which
might have denoted an ecstasy, and consequently it is my opinion that he
did not discharge. All my clothes were in place, even his hands stayed
still, and I give you my word that this old libertine's fantasy might be
performed upon the world's most respectable and least initiated girl
without her being able to suppose there was anything lewd in it at all.
     But the same could not be said of the one that chance presented to my
consideration the same day I turned nine years old. Father Etienne, that
was the libertine's name, had several times asked my sister to bring me to
him, and she had got me to promise to go alone, for she was unwilling to
accompany me, fearing lest my mother, who already scented something in the
wind, might find out; well, I was planning to pay him a visit when, one
day, I ran directly into him in a corner of the church, near the sacristy.
His manner was so gracious, he argued so persuasively that he had no need
to drag me away by main force. Father Etienne was about forty, a healthy,
robust, strapping fellow. We were no sooner closeted together than he asked
whether I knew how to frig a prick.
     "Alas!" said I, blushing to the ears, "I don't even know what you're
talking about."
     "Well then I'll explain, my chit," said he, bestowing heartfelt kisses
upon my mouth and eyes, "my unique pleasure in this world is to educate
little girls, and the lessons I give are so excellent they prove
unforgettable. Begin by removing your skirts, for if I am to teach you how
you must proceed in order to give me pleasure, 'tis only fair that at the
same time I teach you what to do in order to receive it, and that lesson
cannot be a success if anything hinders us. Here we go. We shall begin with
you. What you behold down here," said he, placing his hand on my mound, "is
called a cunt, and this is what you must do in order to awaken very
felicitous sensations in it. With one finger - one will do - lightly rub
this little protuberance you feel here. It, by the way, is called the
clitoris."
     I followed instructions.
     "There, you see, that way, my little one, while one hand is busy
there, let one finger of your other hand gradually work its way into this
delicious crack...."
     He adjusted my hands.
     "That's the way, yes... Well! Don't you feel anything?" he asked,
keeping me to my task.
     "No, Father, I truly don't," I answered most naively.
     "Ah, that's because you are still too young, but two years from now
you'll see the pleasures it gives."
     "Wait," I interrupted, "I think something's happening."
     And with all imaginable vigor I rubbed the places he had pointed
out.... Yes, sure enough, a few faint titillations convinced me that what
I'd begun was worth continuing, and the extensive use I have made ever
since of this relief-providing exercise has more than once persuaded me of
my master's competence.
     "And now 'tis my turn," said Etienne, "for your pleasures arouse my
desires, and I simply must share them, my angel. Here we are; take this,"
he said, inviting me to grip a tool so monstrous my two little hands were
scarce able to close around it, "take this, my child, 'tis called a prick,
and this movement here," he went on, guiding my wrists in rapid jerks,
"this action is called frigging. Thus, by means of this action you frig my
prick. Go to it, my child, put all your strength to it. The more rapid and
persistent your movements, the more you will hasten a moment which, believe
me, I cherish. But bear one essential thing in mind," he added, all the
while directing my flying hands, "be careful at all times to keep the tip
uncovered. Never allow this skin, we call it the prepuce, to cover it over;
were this prepuce to happen to cover this part, which we call the glans,
all my pleasure would vanish. That's it; we're shortly going to see
something, my little one," my teacher continued, "watch me do on you what
you did on me."
     And pressing himself against my chest as he spoke and as I kept in
motion, he placed his hands so adroitly, he wriggled his fingers with such
high art that pleasure rose at last to grip me, and it is without a shadow
of a doubt to him I owe my initiation. And then, my head reeling, I
abandoned my task, and the reverend, not yet ready to complete it,
consented to forget his pleasure for a moment in order to devote himself
exclusively to cultivating mine; and when he had caused me to taste it all,
he had me resume the work my ecstasy had obliged me to interrupt, and very
expressly enjoined me to keep my mind strictly on what I was about and to
care for naught but him. I did so with all my soul. It was only just: I
surely owed him my thanks. I went so merrily to work, and I observed all
his instructions so faithfully that the monster, vanquished by such rapid
vibrations, finally spewed forth all its rage and covered me with its
venom. Thereupon Etienne seemed to go out of his mind, borne aloft in the
most voluptuous delirium; ardently he kissed my mouth, he fondled and
frigged my cunt, and the wildness in his speech still more emphatically
declared his disorder. Gross expressions, mingling with others of the most
endearing sort, characterized this transport, which lasted quite a while,
and whence at last the gallant Etienne, so unlike his piss-swallowing
colleague, emerged to tell me that I was charming, that he greatly hoped I
would come back to see him, and that he would treat me every time as he was
going to now: pressing a silver coin into my hand, he conducted me back to
the place he had brought me from and left me wonderstruck, thrilled and
enchanted with this latest good fortune. Feeling much better about the
monastery, I decided to return to it often in the future, persuaded that
the more I advanced in age, the more agreeable adventures I would meet with
there. But destiny called me elsewhere; more important events awaited me in
a new world, and upon returning to my house I learned news which was soon
to sober the elation produced in me by the happy outcome of my latest
experience.
     Here a bell was heard struck in the salon; it announced supper.
Whereupon Duclos, generally applauded for the auspicious little beginnings
she had made, descended from the stage, and, after having made a few
adjustments to repair the disorder all four of them seemed to be in, the
friends turned their thoughts to new pleasures and hastened to find out
what Comus held in store for them.
     This meal was to be served by the eight little girls, naked. Having
been wise enough to leave the auditorium a few minutes early, they stood
ready the moment the masters entered these fresh surroundings. The table
companions were to be twenty in number: the libertine quartet, the eight
fuckers, the eight little boys. But, still furious with Narcisse, the
Bishop wished to veto his presence at the banquet, and as it was perfectly
natural that they make allowances for one another's whims and observe a
mutual tolerance, no one raised his voice to contest the sentence, and the
poor little simpleton was confined alone in a dark closet to await that
stage in the orgies when perhaps Monseigneur might be inclined to make
friends with him again. The wives and the storytellers, dining apart, had
concluded their meal in great haste in order to be ready for the orgies,
the elders directed the movements of the eight little girls, and dinner was
begun.
     This meal, much heavier than the one which had been eaten earlier in
the day, was served with far greater opulence and splendor. I began with a
shellfish soup and hors d'oeuvres composed of twenty dishes; twenty entrees
came on next, and soon gave way to another twenty lighter entrees made up
entirely of breasts of chicken, of assorted game prepared in every possible
way. This was offset by a serving of roasts; everything of the rarest
imaginable was brought on. Next arrived some cold pastry, soon afterward
twenty-six entremets of every description and form. The table was cleared,
and what had just been removed was replaced by a whole array of cold and
hot sugared pastries. Dessert finally appeared: a prodigious number and
variety of fruits, though the season was winter, then ices, chocolate, and
the liqueurs which were taken at table. As for the wines, they varied with
each service: Burgundy accompanied the first; two kinds of Italian wine
came with the second and third; Rhine wine with the fourth; with the fifth,
Rh⌠ne wines; sparkling champagne with the sixth; two kinds of Greek wine
with the other two courses. Spirits were prodigiously roused, for, as
distinct from lunch, one was not granted permission during dinner to take
the waitresses to task, or with that same severity; these creatures, being
the very quintessence of what the company had to offer, had to be treated
rather more sparingly but, on the other hand, the friends indulged in a
furious round of impurities with them.
     Half-drunk, the Duc said he would not touch another drop, from now it
was Zelmire's urine or nothing, and he drained two large glasses of it
which he obtained by having the child climb upon the table and squat over
his plate. "Why, there's nothing to drinking weak young piss," said Curval
and, calling Fanchon to him: "Come hither, venerable bitch, I'd slake my
thirst at the very source." And thrusting his head between the old crone's
legs, he greedily sucked up the impure floods of poisonous urine she darted
into his stomach. And now their words grew heated, they argued various
philosophical problems and considered several questions relating to
manners; I leave it to the reader to imagine the purity of those discourses
and the loftiness of their moralizing. The Duc undertook an encomium of
libertinage, and proved that it was natural, and that the more numerous
were its extravagances, the better they served the creator of us all. His
opinion was generally acclaimed, enthusiastically applauded, and they rose
to go and put into practice the doctrines which had just been established.
Everything was ready in the orgy salon: the women were there, already
naked, lying upon piles of pillows on the floor, strewn promiscuously
amongst the young catamites who had hastened away from table a little after
dessert. Our friends reeled in; two elders undressed them, and they fell
upon the flock like wolves assailing a sheepfold. The Bishop, whose
passions had been cruelly irritated by the obstacles they had encountered
of late, laid hands on Antinoⁿs' sublime ass while Hercule skewered him,
and vanquished by this latest sensation and by the important and doubtless
so much desired service Antinoⁿs was rendering him, he finally spat out
streams of semen so hard driven and so pungent he swooned in ecstasy.
Bacchus' wiles had spellbound senses glutted from excess, numbed from
luxury; our hero passed from his faint to a sleep so profound he had to be
carried to his bed. The Duc was having a marvelous time. Curval,
recollecting what Martaine had offered the Bishop, stuffed her while he got
his own ass stoppered. A thousand other horrors, a thousand other infamies
accompanied and succeeded those, and our three indomitable champions - for
the Bishop no longer was of this world - our valorous athletes, I say,
escorted by the four night-toiling fuckers who had not been at the revels
but who now came to fetch them, retired with the same wives who had shared
their couches during the story time. Luckless victims of their brutality,
upon whom it is only too likely they showered more outrages than caresses
and who, it is equally probable, inspired in them more disgust than
pleasure. . . .
     Such were the events that transpired on the first day.




THE SECOND DAY
    The company rose at the customary hour. The Bishop, entirely recovered
from his excess, and who, waking at four in the morning, was deeply shocked
to find they had let him go to bed unaccompanied, had summoned Julie and
his fucker for the night to come and occupy their posts. They answered the
call instantly, and in their arms the libertine plunged back into the thick
of new impurities.
    When, in keeping with regulations, breakfast had been taken in the
girls' quarters, Durcet went on his rounds, and, notwithstanding all the
arguments he heard, further delinquencies appeared to his eyes. Michette
was guilty of one kind of fault and Augustine, whom Curval had ordered to
keep herself throughout the day in a certain state, was found in the
absolutely opposite state; she declared she had forgotten, made a hundred
apologies, and promised it would not happen again, but the quadrumvirate
was inexorable, and both names were inscribed on the list of punishments to
be executed come the first Saturday.
     Highly dissatisfied with all these little girls' ineptness in the art
of masturbation, annoyed by the effects of this awkwardness with which he
had been obliged to put up the previous evening, Durcet proposed that one
hour in the morning be set aside for giving them lessons, and that the
friends take turns rising an hour early, the exercise period being set from
nine until ten - one friend would rise at nine every morning, I say, to
participate in the training. It was decided that the supervisor would be
seated comfortably in a chair in the middle of the harem and that each
little girl, led forth and guided by Duclos, the best frigger in the
castle, would demonstrate upon the friend, would direct the little girl's
hand, her motion, would explain the intricacies of tempo, how much and how
little speed was required and how that depended on the patient's condition,
would also explain what attitudes and postures were most conducive to the
operation's success; furthermore, punishments were fixed for her who at the
end of a fortnight, despite the lessons, should fail of perfect proficiency
in this art. It was emphasized to the little girls that, pursuant to the
good ecclesiastic's doctrines, the glans was to be kept uncovered at all
times, and that the hand not in action was meanwhile continually to be
employed exciting the adjacent areas, this in keeping with the particular
fancy of the patient.
    The financier's proposal pleased everyone; Duclos was informed, she
accepted her appointment, and that same day she set up a frigging dummy
upon which, in their spare time, the little girls could exercise their
wrists and maintain the necessary degrees of agility and suppleness.
Hercule was given the same instructorship in the boys' chamber; they being,
as always, more skilled in this technique than the girls, because in the
case of boys it is merely a question of doing for others what they do unto
themselves, a week was ample time to turn them into the most delicious
corps of friggers you could ever hope to meet with. On this particular
morning, not one of them was found at fault, and Narcisse's behavior of the
previous day having brought about the refusal of all permissions, the
chapel was empty save for Duclos, a pair of fuckers, Julie, TherΦse,
Cupidon, and Zelmire. Curval was stiff as a ramrod, Adonis had inspired an
astonishingly high temperature in him when, that morning, he had visited
the boys, and it was generally thought he would erupt while watching
TherΦse and the two fuckers manage their affairs; but he kept a grip upon
himself.
    The midday meal was the usual affair, but the President, having drunk a
singular amount and frolicked about even more while eating, became inflamed
all over again when coffee was served by Augustine and Michette, Zelamir
and Cupidon, directed by old Fanchon, whom out of whimsy they had commanded
to be as naked as the children. From this contrast Curval's new lubricious
furor was born, and he gave himself over to some choice extravagances at
the expense of Zelamir and the duenna; this riotous conduct finally cost
him his fuck.
    The Duc, pike aloft, closed in upon Augustine; he brayed, he swore, he
waxed unreasonable, and the poor little thing, all atremble, retreated like
a dove before the bird of prey ready to pounce upon it. He limited himself,
however, to a few libertine kisses, and was content to give her an
introductory lesson in advance of the ones she was to begin the following
morning. The two others, less animated, having already started their naps,
our two champions imitated them, and the quartet did not wake until six
o'clock, the hour when the storytelling began in the throne room.
    All the previous day's quatrains had been altered with respect to both
subjects and dress, and our friends had these couch companions: the Duc
shared his niche with Aline, the Bishop's daughter and consequently his own
niece; beside the Bishop lay his sister-in-law, Constance, the Duc's wife
and Durcet's daughter; Durcet was with Julie, the Duc's daughter, the
President's wife; that he might be roused from sleep and roused to more,
Curval had with him Adelaide, Durcet's wife, one of the creatures in this
world it gave him the greatest pleasure to tease because of her virtue and
her piety. He opened up with a few scurrile jests and low pranks, and
having ordered her throughout the seance to maintain a posture that sorted
well with his tastes, but which the poor woman found very tiresome to
maintain, he threatened her with all his anger might produce were she to
budge or give him a moment's inconvenience. Everything being ready, Duclos
ascended the platform and resumed her narration in this wise:
    Three days having elapsed since my mother had appeared at the house,
her husband, far more uneasy about his belongings and his money than about
her, took it into his head to enter her room, where it was their custom to
hide their most precious possessions; and what was his astonishment when,
instead of what he was seeking, he found nothing but a note, written by my
mother, advising him to make the best of his loss because, having decided
to leave him forever, and having no money of her own, she had been forced
to take all she had been able to make off with. As for the rest, he was to
blame himself and his hard use of her for her departure and for her having
left him with two daughters who were, however, certainly worth as much as
and possibly more than what she had removed. But the old gaffer was far
from judging equal what now he had and what he had just lost, and the
dismissal he graciously gave us, together with the request we not even
sleep in the house that night, was convincing evidence some discrepancy
existed between his way of reckoning and my mother's.
    Not much afflicted by a compliment which gave us full liberty to launch
forth unimpeded into the little mode of life that was beginning to please
us so much, my sister and I thought only to collect our few belongings and
to bid as swift a farewell to our dear stepfather as he had seen fit to bid
us. Without the loss of a minute, we withdrew, and while waiting to decide
how best to come to grips with our new destinies, we took lodgings in a
small room in the neighborhood. Our first thoughts turned to what might be
our mother's fate and whereabouts; we had not the least doubt but that she
had gone to the monastery, having decided to live secretly with some
father, or that she was being kept somewhere in the vicinity, and this was
the opinion we held, without being unduly concerned, when a friar from the
monastery brought us a note that bore out our conjectures. The substance of
the note was that we would be very well advised, immediately night had
fallen, to come to the monastery and speak to the Father Superior, who was
the note's author; he would wait for us in the church until ten o'clock and
would lead us to the place presently occupied by our mother, whose actual
happiness and peace he would gladly have us share. He very energetically
urged us not to fail to come, and above all to conceal our movements with
all possible care; for it was essential our stepfather know nothing of what
was being done in behalf of both our mother and ourselves. My sister,
fifteen years old at the time and hence more clever and more reasonable
than I, who was but nine, after having dismissed the bearer of the letter
and given him the reply that she would ponder its contents, admitted she
found all these maneuvers very peculiar indeed.
    "Francon," says she, "let's not go. There's something wrong with it. If
this were an honest proposal, why wouldn't Mother have either added a few
words or made some kind of sign. Father Adrien, her best friend, left there
almost three years ago, and since then she's only dropped in at the
monastery while passing by, and hasn't had any other regular intrigue
there. What would have led her to choose this place for hiding? The Father
Superior isn't her lover and never has been. I know, it's true she has
amused him two or three times, but he's not the man to lose his head over a
woman for that slender reason: he's even more inconstant and brutal to
women once his caprice is satisfied. And so why would he have taken such an
interest in our mother? There's something queer about it, I tell you. I
never liked that old Superior; he's wicked and harsh, and he's a brute.
Once he got me into his room, there were three more of them there, and
after what happened to me then I swore I'd never set foot in the place
again. If you take my advice, you'll leave all those nasty monks alone.
There's no reason why I shouldn't tell you so now, Francon, I have an
acquaintance, a good friend, I dare say; her name is Madame Guerin, I've
been going to her place for the past two years, and in all that time not
one week has gone by without her arranging something nice for me. But none
of those six-penny fucks like the ones at the monastery; I get at least
three crowns from every one. Here, there's proof of it," my sister
continued, showing me a purse containing more than ten louis, "you can see
I'm able to make my own way in the world. Well, my advice to you is to do
what I do. Guerin will take you on, I'm sure of it, she got a glimpse of
you a week ago when she came to fetch me for a party, and she told me to
make you a proposal, and she said that, young as you are, she'd always find
some way of placing you. Do like me, I tell you, and we'll be well off in
no time. Now, that's all I've got to say to you; I'll pay your expenses for
tonight, but from then on don't count on me, little sister. Each for
himself in this world. That's what I say. I've earned that money with my
body and my fingers, do the same yourself. And if you have any qualms, go
talk it over with the devil, but don't come looking for me; well, I've told
what I think, and I'll tell you now that I'd sooner stick my tongue two
feet out than give you even a glass of water for nothing. As for Mother, I
don't care what's happened to her, as a matter of fact, even if it's the
worst I'm perfectly delighted, and all I hope is that the whore is far
enough away so I'll never see her again for the rest of my life. I know all
the things she did to prevent me from getting anywhere in the trade, and
all the while she was giving me that fine advice, the bitch was doing
things three times worse. So, may the devil take her and above all not
bring her back, that's all I care."
    Not having, to tell you the truth, a heart more tender, nor a soul much
more generous than my sister's, it was in all good faith I echoed the
invectives wherewith she pilloried that excellent mother, and thanking my
sister for the helpful words she promised to speak in my behalf, I in my
turn promised to follow her to this woman's house and, once I had been
adopted, to put an end to my reliance on her. As for refusing to go to the
monastery, we were fully agreed.
    "If indeed she is happy, so much the better for her," I commented, "and
in that case we can look out for our own welfare without having to go and
submit to the same fate. And if it is a trap they're setting for us, we've
got to avoid it."
    Whereupon my sister embraced me.
    "Splendid," said she, "I see you're a good girl. Don't worry, we're
going to make a fortune. I'm pretty, so are you; we'll earn as much as we
want, my chit, but don't become attached to anyone, remember that. One
today, another tomorrow, you've got to be a whore, a whore in body and
soul. As for myself," she went on, "I'm one now, such as you see me, and
there isn't any confessional, or priest, or counsel, or threat that could
ruin things for me. By Jesus, I'd go show my ass on the sidewalk as calmly
and coolly as I'd drink a glass of wine. Imitate me, Francon, be amenable
and you can get anything out of men; the trade's a little hard in the
beginning, but you'll get along and things get better. So many men, so many
tastes. At first you've got to expect it, one of them wants one thing,
another wants something else. But that doesn't matter, you're there to
please and give them service; the customer is always right. It doesn't take
long, and then the money's in your pocket."
    I admit I was amazed to hear such wild remarks from a girl so young,
who had always seemed to me so decent. But as my heart beat in harmony with
the spirits of what she said, I let her know at once that I was not only
disposed to duplicate all her actions, but even prepared to go a great deal
further if necessary. Delighted with me, she fell to embracing me again,
and as it was growing late, we sent out for a chicken and some good wine
and supped and slept together, having decided to present ourselves the very
next morning at the establishment of Madame Guerin and to ask her to
include us amongst her pensionnaires.
     It was during that supper my sister taught me all I still did not know
about libertinage. She showed herself naked to me, and I can warrant that
she was one of the prettiest creatures there was in Paris at the time: the
fairest of skin, the most agreeable plumpness, yet the most supple and
intriguing figure, the loveliest blue eyes, and all the rest
correspondingly fine. I also learned for how long Guerin had been promoting
her interests, and with what great pleasure she procured her clients who,
never tired of her, asked for her constantly. No sooner were we in bed than
it occurred to us we had managed very badly in failing to give the Father
Superior a reply, for our negligence might annoy him, and while we remained
in this quarter of town it was important to humor him at least. But what
was to be done? Eleven o'clock had struck; we resolved to let things take
their course.
     The adventure probably meant a great deal to the Superior, we
supposed, and hence it was not difficult to surmise that he was laboring
more in his own behalf than in that of the alleged happiness he had
mentioned in his communication; at any rate, midnight had just sounded when
we heard a soft knocking at our door. It was the Superior himself; he had
been waiting for us, said he, since two in the afternoon, we should at
least have given him a response, and, seating himself at our bedside, he
informed us that our mother had decided to spend the rest of her days in a
little secret apartment they had at the monastery and in which she was
having the world's most cheerful time, improved by the company of all the
house's bigwigs who would drop in to spend half the day with her and with
another young woman, our mother's companion; it was simply up to us to come
and increase the number, but, in that we were a little too young to stay on
permanently, he would only contract us to a three-year's stint, at the end
of which he swore we would be granted our freedom and a thousand crowns
apiece; he added that he had been charged by our mother to assure us that
we would be doing her a great kindness were we to come to share her
solitude.
    "Father," my sister said most imprudently, "we thank you for your
proposal. But at our age we have no inclination to have ourselves locked up
in a cloister in order to be whores for priests, we've had enough of that
already."
    The Superior renewed his arguments, he spoke with a heat and energy
which illustrated his powerful desire to have the thing succeed; finally
observing that it was destined to fail, he hurled himself almost in a fury
upon my sister.
    "Very well, little whore," he cried, "at least satisfy me once again
before I take my leave."
     And unbuttoning his breeches, he got astride her; she offered no
resistance, persuaded that by allowing him to have his way she'd be rid of
him all the sooner. And the smutty fellow, pinning her between his knees,
began to brandish and then to abuse a tough and rather stout engine,
advancing it to within a quarter of an inch of my sister's face.
    "Pretty face," he gasped, "pretty little whore's face, how I'll soak it
in my fuck, by sweet Jesus!"
    And therewith the sluices opened, the sperm flew out, and the entirety
of my sister's face, especially her nose and mouth, were covered with
evidence of our visitor's libertinage, whose passion might not have been so
cheaply satisfied had his design in coming to us met with success. More
complacent now, the man of God's only thoughts were of escape; after having
flung a crown upon the table and relit his lantern:
    "You little fools, you are little tramps," he told us. "You are ruining
your chances in this world; may Heaven punish your folly by causing you to
fall on evil days, and may I have the pleasure of seeing you in misery;
that would be my revenge, that is what I wish you."
    My sister, busy wiping her face, paid him back his stupidities in kind,
and, our door shutting behind the Superior, we spent the remainder of the
night in peace.
    "You've just seen one of his favorite stunts," said my sister. "He's
mad about discharging in girls' faces. If he only confined himself to
that... but the scoundrel has a good many other eccentricities, and some of
them are so dangerous that I do indeed fear..."
    But my sister was sleepy, she dozed off without completing her
sentence, and the morrow bringing fresh adventures with it, we gave no more
thought to that one.
    We were up early; having prettied ourselves as much as possible, we set
out for Madame Guerin's. That heroine lived in the rue Soli, in a very neat
ground-floor apartment she shared with six tall young ladies between the
ages of sixteen and twenty-two, all in splendid health, all very pretty.
But, Messieurs, you will be so kind as to allow me to postpone giving their
descriptions until the proper moment in my story arrives. Delighted by the
project which brought my sister to her for a long stay, Madame Guerin
greeted us cordially and with the greatest pleasure showed us our rooms.
    "Young as you may find this child to be," my sister said as she
introduced me, "she will serve you well, I guarantee it. She is mild-
tempered, thoughtful, has a very good character, and the soul of a
thoroughgoing whore. You must have a number of old lechers amongst your
acquaintances who are fond of children; well this is just what they're
looking for... put her to work."
    Turning in my direction, Guerin asked me if I was willing to undertake
anything.
     "Yes, Madame," I answered with something of an indignant air, and it
pleased her, "anything provided it pays."
     We were introduced to our new companions, who already knew my sister
very well and our of friendship for her promised to look after me. We all
sat down to dine together, and such, in a few words, Messieurs, was how I
became installed in my first brothel.
     I was not to remain long unemployed; that same evening, an old
businessman arrived wrapped up in a cloak; Guerin selected him for my first
customer and arranged the match.
     "Ah, this time," said she to the old libertine, leading me forth, "if
it's still hairless you like them, Monsieur Duclos, you'll be delighted
with the article, or your money back. Not a hair on her body."
     "Indeed," said the old original, peering down at me, "it looks like a
child, yes indeed. How old are you, little one?"
     "Nine, Monsieur."
     "Nine years old! ... Well, well! that's how I like them, Madame
Guerin, that's how I like them, you know. I'd take them even younger if you
had any around. Why, bless my soul, they're ready as soon as they're
weaned."
     And laughing good-naturedly at his remarks, Guerin withdrew, leaving
us alone together. Then the old libertine came up and kissed me upon the
mouth two or three times. With one of his hands guiding mine, he had me
pull from his fly a little device that could not have been more limp;
continuing to act more or less in silence, he untied my skirts, lay me upon
the couch with my blouse raised high upon my chest, mounted astride my
thighs which he had separated as far as possible; with one hand he pried
open my little cunt while the other put all his strength into manipulating
his meager machine. "Ah, pretty little bird," he said as he agitated
himself and emitted sighs of pleasure, "ah, how I'd tame you if I were
still able to, but I can't anymore. There's no remedy for it, in four
year's time this bugger of a prick will have ceased to get stiff. Open up,
open up, my dearest, spread your legs." And finally after fifteen minutes
of struggle, I observed my man to sigh and pant with greater energy. A few
oaths lent strength to his expression, and I felt the area surrounding my
cunt inundated with the hot, scummy seed which the rascal, unable to shoot
it inside, was attempting to tamp down with his fingertips.
     He had no sooner done so than he was gone like a flash of lightning,
and I was still cleaning myself when my gallant passed out on the door and
into the street. And so it was I came, Messieurs, to be named Duclos; the
tradition in this house was for each girl to adopt the name of her
firstcomer. I obeyed the custom.
     "One moment there," said the Duc. "I delayed interrupting you until
you came to a pause; you are at one now. Would you provide further
information upon two matters: first, have you ever had any news of your
mother, have you ever discovered what became of her? Secondly, was there
any cause for the antipathy you and your sister had for her, or would you
say these feelings were naturally inculcate in you both? This relates to
the problem of the human heart, and 'tis upon that we are concentrating our
major efforts."
     "My Lord," Duclos replied, "neither my sister nor I have ever heard
the slightest word from that woman."
     "Excellent," said the Duc, "in that case it's all very clear, wouldn't
you say so, Durcet?"
     "Incontestably," answered the banker. "Not a shadow of a doubt, and
you are very fortunate you did not put your foot in that one. Neither of
you would ever have got out."
     "'Tis incredible," Curval commented, "what headway that mania has made
with public."
     "Why, no; after all, there's nothing more delicious," the Bishop
replied.
     "And the second point?" asked the Duc, addressing the storyteller.
     "As for the second point, my Lord, that is to say, as for the reason
for our antipathy, I'm afraid I should be hard pressed to account for it,
but it was so violent in our two hearts that we both made the avowal that
we would in all probability and very easily have poisoned her had we not
managed, as it turned out, to be rid of her by other means. Our aversion
had reached the ultimate degree of intensity, and as nothing overt occurred
to give rise to it, I should judge it most likely that this sentiment was
inspired in us by Nature."
     "What doubt of it can there be?" said the Duc. "It happens every day
that she implants the most violent inclination to commit what mortals call
crimes, and had you poisoned her twenty times over, this act would never
have been anything but the result of the penchant for crime Nature put in
you, a penchant she wishes to draw your attention by endowing you with such
a powerful hostility. It is madness to suppose one owes something to one's
mother. And upon what, then, would gratitude be based? is one to be
thankful that she discharged when someone once fucked her? That would
suffice, to be sure. As for myself, I see therein naught but grounds for
hatred and scorn. Does that mother of ours give us happiness in giving us
life? ...Hardly. She casts us into a world beset with dangers, and once in
it, 'tis for us to manage as best we can. I distinctly recall that, long
ago, I had a mother who aroused in me much the same sentiments Duclos felt
for hers: I abhorred her. As soon as I was in a position to do so, I
dispatched her into the next world; may she roast there; never in my life
have I tasted a keener delight than the one I knew when she closed her eyes
for the last time."
     At this point dreadful sobs were heard to come from one of the
quatrains. It proved to be the Duc's; upon closer examination it was
discovered that young Sophie had burst into tears. Provided with a heart
unlike those villains', their conversation had brought to mind the
cherished memory of her who had given her life, and who had perished in an
effort to protect her while she was being abducted; this cruel vision
offered itself to her tender imagination, a flood of tears ensued.
     "Ah, by God, now!" said the Duc, "that's splendid. It's for mama
you're crying, is it, my little snotface? Come here, come along, let me
comfort you."
     And the libertine, warmed by what had been happening, by these words
of his, and by the effects they produced, displayed a thunderous prick
which was apparently speeding toward a discharge. Marie, the quatrain's
duenna, led the child forward all the same. Her tears flowed abundantly
down her cheeks, the novice's dress she was wearing that day seemed to lend
yet more charm to the sorrow which embellished her looks: it was impossible
for a creature to be lovelier.
     "By the Holy Bugger," quoth the Duc, springing up like one gone out of
his mind, "what a pretty mouthful we have here. I'm going to do what Duclos
has just described... smear some fuck on her cunt... Undress her."
     And everyone silently awaited the issue of this little skirmish.
     "Oh! my Lord, my Lord!" cried Sophie, casting herself at the Duc's
feet, "at least respect my sorrow, I groan for my mother's fate, she was
dear to me, she died defending me, I shall never see her again. Have pity
upon my tears, grant me this one evening of respite."
     "Why, fuck my eyes!" the Duc exclaimed, fondling his heaventhreatening
prick, "I'd never have believed this scene could be so voluptuous. Off with
her clothes, I tell you to take them off," he roared at Marie, "she should
already be naked."
     And Aline, lying upon the Duc's couch, shed warm tears, so did
Adelaide, who was heard to utter a moan in Curval's alcove; the latter, in
no wise partaking of that lovely creature's grief, violently scolded his
playmate for having shifted from the position he had commanded her to keep,
and, that done, turned an appreciative gaze upon the delicious scene whose
outcome interested him exceedingly.
     Sophie's clothes are removed without the faintest regard for her
feelings, she is placed in the posture Duclos has just described, the Duc
announces that he is about to discharge. But how is the thing to be done?
What Duclos has just related had been performed by a man virtually
incapable of an erection, and he had been able to direct his flabby prick's
discharge wherever he wished. Such was not the case here: the threatful
head of the Duc's engine had not the least inclination to lower the awful
stare whereby it seemed bent on cowing heaven; it appeared necessary, so to
speak, to place the child on high. No one knew what to do, and the more
obstacles were encountered, the more the enraged Duc fumed and blasphemed.
Desgranges finally came to the rescue; nothing that pertained to
libertinage was unknown to that sage old dame. She caught up the child and
set her so skillfully upon her knees that, whatever the stance the Duc
might adopt, the end of his prick was sure to nudge her vagina. Two
servants came up to hold Sophie's legs, and had it been her deflowering
hour, never might she have displayed the merchandise to better advantage.
But there was yet more to attend to: a clever hand was needed to cause the
torrent to leap its banks and to direct the flood fairly to its
destination. Blangis had no desire to entrust so important a matter to an
untutored child.
     "Take Julie," Durcet suggested, "she'll suit you; she's beginning to
frig like an angel."
     "Bah," muttered the Duc, "I know the clumsy bitch. And she knows her
father. No, she'd be panic-stricken, she'd fumble it."
     "Upon my soul, I do recommend a boy for the job," said Curval; "why
not Hercule? His wrist is like a whip."
     "I won't have anyone but Duclos," the Duc answered, "she's the best of
our friggers, allow her to quit her post for a moment or two."
     Duclos steps forward, beaming with pride to have been accorded so
distinguished a preference. She rolls her sleeve to the elbow and grasps
the nobleman's enormous instrument, she sets to rattling that spear, keeps
the foreskin snapped broadly back, she moves it with such art, she agitates
it by means of strokes so swift and simultaneously so perfectly attuned to
the state she observes her patient to be in, that the bomb finally explodes
upon the very hole it is to cover, inundating it. The Duc shrieks, swears,
storms. Duclos is disconcerted not in the least, she gauges her movements
by the degree of pleasure they produce. Antinoⁿs, properly situated for
this function, delicately works the sperm into the vagina as proportionally
it flows from the spigot, and the Duc, vanquished by the most delicious
sensations, dying from joy, sees grow gradually slack, between his
frigger's fingers, that high-spirited, mettlesome member whose ardor has
just been so powerfully communicated to the rest of himself. He flings
himself back upon his sofa, Duclos strides back to her throne, the child
wipes herself, is consoled, and regains her quatrain, and the recital
continues, leaving the spectators convinced of a truth wherewith, I
believe, they have already been penetrated for a long time: that the idea
of crime is able always to ignite the senses and lead us to lubricity.
    I was greatly surprised, said Duclos, taking up the thread of her
narrative, to see all my companions laugh when I returned, and ask me if I
had wiped myself, and say a thousand other things which proved they knew
perfectly well what had just happened. I was not long left in my quandary;
leading me into a room adjacent to the one in which the parties ordinarily
took place and in which a short while before I had been at work, my sister
showed me a hole to see everything that transpired there. She told me that
the young ladies found it diverting to watch what men did to their
colleagues; I could come and do some spying whenever I wished, provided
there was not someone already at the hole. For it not infrequently
occurred, said she, that this respectable hole had a part in mysteries
which would be disclosed to me later on. The week was not out before I took
advantage of my opportunities: one morning someone came and asked for a
girl named Rosalie, one of the most lovely blondes it were possible to
behold; I was curious to see what was to be done to her. I hid myself and
witnessed the following scene.
    The man with whom she had to cope was no older than twenty-six or
thirty. Immediately she entered, he had her sit down on a very high stool
used especially for this ceremony. As soon as she was settled, he removed
all her combs and hairpins and down all the way to the floor floated in a
cloud the superb golden hair that adorned Rosalie's head. He drew a comb
from his pocket, combed her hair, took handfuls of it, tangled it, kissed
it, everything he did was accompanied by remarks praising the beauty of
that hair in which he took such a keen and exclusive interest. At last,
from out of his trousers he pulled a smart little prick, already quite
stiff, and he promptly enveloped it in his Dulcinea's hair; once well
wrapped, he began to fondle his dart and discharged, at the same time
passing his other arm around Rosalie's neck and applying his lips to her
mouth. He extricated his defunct engine, I saw that my companion's hair was
matted with glistening fuck; she cleaned it, put it up again, and our
lovers separated.
    A month later, someone came in quest of my sister; this personage, I
was told by the others, merited observing, for he had a most baroque
specialty. He was a man of about fifty. Straightway he entered, without any
preamble, without a caress, he exhibited his behind to my sister, who knew
her part to perfection; he has her take her place on the bed, he backs
toward her, she seizes that flaccid and wrinkled old ass, drives her five
fingers into the orifice, and begins to struggle and battle and worry it
with such force the bed creaks. Be that as it may, without bringing
anything else to light, our man wriggles, twitches, follows my sister's
movements, lends himself luxuriously to this fearful abuse, cries he is
coming, comes, and affirms this is the greatest of all pleasures. He had
indeed taken a furious buffeting, my sister was in a sweat; but what mild
stuff! what lack of imagination!
    Although the gentleman with whom I had to do not long afterward was
hardly more difficult to satisfy, he at least seemed more voluptuous and,
in my view, his mania had more of the libertine tincture. He was a heavy-
set man of about forty-five, short, sturdy, but energetic and hearty. Never
having met a person with his predilection, my first act, as soon as we were
alone together, was to hoist my skirts to the navel: a dog confronted by a
hickory stick could not have looked more unhappy: "Good God, dearie, let's
not have any of your cunt, please put it away." So saying, he snatched down
my skirts even more hastily than I had raised them. "These poor little
whores," he mumbled, screwing up his face in a pout, "never have anything
but cunts to show you. I may not be able to discharge this evening, thanks
to that exhibition... unless I can succeed in getting the accursed image of
that cunt out of my head." Whereupon he turned me about and methodically
raised my petticoats from behind. Guiding me himself, and keeping my skirts
raised at all times, he moved me about in order to observe how my buttocks
bounced when I walked, and then he had me approach the bed, upon which he
had me lie belly down. Next, with the most scrupulous attention he examined
my ass, with one hand screening his eyes to avoid any glimpse of my cunt
whereof, it appeared, he was in mortal terror. At last, having warned me to
do all in my power to conceal that unworthy (I employ his expression) part
from his sight, he brought both hands to bear on my ass and manipulated it
lewdly and at length: he opened it, he closed it again, spread and squeezed
it, sometimes he applied his mouth to it, and once or twice I even felt him
press his lips to the hole; but he still had not touched himself, nothing
could be discerned. None the less, he must have felt hidden pressures mount
and readied himself for the denouement of his little ritual. "Lie down," he
told me, tossing a few pillows on the floor, "yes, down there, that's it,
that will do... with your legs well spread, the ass a shade higher, and the
hole stretched as wide open as it will go; come now, wider still," he
continued, noticing my docility. And then, taking a stool and placing it
between my legs, he sat down in such a way that his prick, which he now
dragged from his breeches and began to vibrate, was as it were at a level
with the hole upon which he was to offer a libation. His movements now grew
more rapid, with one hand he frigged himself, with the other he separated
my buttocks, and a few adulatory commendations seasoned with a quantity of
hard language constituted his speech. "Ah, bugger the Almighty, here 'tis,
the lovely ass," he cried, "the sweet little hole, and how I'm going to wet
it." He kept his word. I felt myself soaked; his ecstasy seemed to
annihilate the libertine. Ah, how true it is that the homage rendered at
this temple is always more ardent than the incense which is burned at the
other; and my worshipper left after promising to return to see me again,
for he averred I satisfied his desires very well. He did indeed come back
the next day, but was untrue to me, his inconstancy led him to my sister's
asshole; I observed them, saw everything: every aspect of the rite was
absolutely the same, and my sister lent herself to it with the same good
will.
    "Did your sister have a handsome ass?" Durcet inquired.
    "You may judge by one fact, my Lord," Duclos replied. "A famous painter
commissioned to do a Venus with a magnificent behind asked her the
following year to be his model after having, he said, consulted every
procuress in Paris without finding anything to equal her."
    "Well now, since she was fifteen and since we have a few girls of the
same age here, compare her ass," the financier continued, "with some of the
asses you see in this room."
    Duclos' eyes came to rest upon Zelmire, and she told Durcet that it
would be impossible, not only with respect to the ass, but even with
respect to the face, to find anyone who bore a closer resemblance to her
sister.
    "In that case," said Durcet, "come here, Zelmire, present your cheeks."
    She did indeed belong to his quatrain; the charming girl approached all
atremble. She was placed at the foot of the couch, made to lie upon her
belly, her rump was raised by means of cushions, the little hole was in
plain sight. The lecher's prick begins to rise, he falls to kissing and
fondling what lies under his nose. He orders Julie to frig him, she sets to
work, his hands stray hither and yon, snatching at divers objects, lust
heats his brain, under Julie's voluptuous treatment his little prick looks
as if it were about to stiffen, the lecher swears, the fuck flows, and the
bell sounds for dinner.
    As the same profusion reigned at every meal, to have described one is
to have described them all; but as almost everyone had discharged, there
was a general need to recuperate strength, and therefore the friends drank
a great deal at this supper. Zelmire, to whom they gave the sobriquet of
Duclos' sister, was to an uncommon degree regaled during the subsequent
orgies, and everyone simply had to kiss her ass. The Bishop left a puddle
of fuck thereon, the three others restiffened over it, and they went to bed
as they had the night before, that is to say, each with the wife he had had
upon his couch, and with one of the four fuckers who had not appeared since
the midday meal.




THE THIRD DAY
    The Duc was abroad at nine o'clock. 'Twas he who volunteered to be the
first to lend a hand in the lessons Duclos was to administer to the little
girls. He installed himself in an armchair and for one long hour submitted
to various fondlings, masturbations, pollutions, and to a wide variety of
tricks performed by each of those little ones who, throughout it all, were
guided and supervised by their mistress; and as may be readily imagined,
his spirited temperament was furiously aroused by the ceremony. He was
obliged to make unbelievable efforts to preserve his fuck from loss, but,
more or less in control of himself, he managed to contain himself and
returned to his friends in triumph, boasting that he'd just weathered an
assault he defied any one of them to beat off as phlegmatically. That
brought on considerable wagering, the stakes were high, a fine of fifty
louis was ultimately imposed upon whoever discharged during the lessons.
    Instead of taking breakfast and conducting searches, this morning was
employed in drawing up a program for the seventeen orgies planned for the
end of each week, in this way definitively to fix the dates of the
deflowerings now that, after having become better acquainted with the
subjects than they had been previously, they were able to pass legislation.
In that this timetable in the most decisive manner regulated all the
operations to be executed during the campaign, we have deemed it necessary
to provide the reader with a copy: it seems to us that, once he has perused
it and familiarized himself with the subjects' several destinies, he will
be able to take a keener interest in their individual persons.
SCHEDULE OF WORKS TO BE ACCOMPLISHED
DURING THE REMAINDER OF THE PARTY
    On the 7th of November, at which time the first week will have drawn a
close, Messieurs shall proceed in the morning to the marriage of Michette
and Giton, and those two wedded individuals, whose age forbids them from
conjoining, as is true in the cases of three following couples, shall be
separated on their marriage night, for to closet them together would be as
futile as this ridiculous ceremony which will serve only to create
diversion during the day. That same evening, punishments which have
accumulated and been entered on the list kept by the month's presiding
officer shall be meted out.
    On the 14th, Messieurs shall in the same way effect the marriage of
Narcisse and Hebe, with the same clauses as those cited above.
    On the 21st, in the same way, Colombe and Zelamir shall be married.
    On the 28th, Cupidon and Rosette.
    On the 4th of December, Champville's narrations having prepared the way
for the following enterprises, the Duc shall deflower Fanny.
    On the 5th, the said Fanny shall be wedded to Hyacinthe who, in the
presence of the company assembled, shall take his pleasure with his young
wife. In such will consist the fifth week's festival, and the corrections
shall take place in the evening as usual, because the marriages shall be
celebrated in the morning.
    On the 8th, Curval shall deflower Michette.
    On the 11th, the Duc shall deflower Sophie.
    On the 12th, to celebrate the sixth week's festival, Sophie shall be
married to Celadon, and the clauses cited for the above-mentioned marriage
shall be made to apply to this one; this shall not be repeated for those to
follow.
    On the 15th, Curval shall deflower Hebe.
    On the 18th, the Duc shall deflower Zelmire, and on the 19th, in order
to celebrate the seventh week's festival, Adonis shall marry Zelmire.
    On the 20th, Curval shall deflower Colombe.
    On the 25th, Christmas Day, the Duc shall deflower Augustine, and on
the 26th, for the eighth week's festival, Zephyr shall marry Augustine.
    On the 29th, Curval shall deflower Rosette, and all the foregoing
arrangements have been made to insure that Curval, less well membered than
the Duc, be provided with more youthful girls.
    On the 1st of January, the first day of the year and one upon which
Martaine's newly begun narration will influence imaginations to consider
new pleasures, the sodomistic deflorations shall be inaugurated, and shall
proceed in the following order:
    On the 1st of January, the Duc shall sound Hebe's ass.
    On the 2nd, in celebration of the ninth week, Hebe, having been plumbed
fore by Curval, from behind by the Duc, shall be turned over to Hercule,
who, before the company assembled, shall employ her for purposes to be
specified upon the occasion.
    On the 4th, Curval shall embugger Zelamir.
    On the 6th, the Duc shall embugger Michette; on the 9th, in celebration
of the tenth week's festival, the said Michette, who will have been
deflowered fore by Curval, and whose ass will have been tried by the Duc,
shall be turned over to Bum-Cleaver, that he may enjoy her, etc., etc.
    On the 11th, the Bishop shall sodomize Cupidon.
    On the 13th, Curval shall sodomize Zelmire.
    On the 15th, the Bishop shall sodomize Colombe.
    On the 16th, for the eleventh week's festival, Colombe, whose cunt will
have been deflowered by Curval, her ass by the Bishop, shall be turned over
to Antinoⁿs, who shall enjoy her, etc.
    On the 17th, the Duc shall embugger Giton.
    On the 19th, Curval shall embugger Sophie.
    On the 21st, the Bishop shall embugger Narcisse.
    On the 22nd, the Duc shall embugger Rosette.
    On the 23rd, for the twelfth week's festival, Rosette shall be turned
over to Invictus.
    On the 25th, Curval shall march into Augustine's behind.
    On the 28th, the Bishop shall enter Fanny's.
    On the 30th, for the thirteenth week's festival, the Duc shall take
Hercule for his husband and Zephyr for his wife, and the marriage shall be
both accomplished and consummated before the eyes of everyone, as shall be
the three others which follow.
    On the 6th of February, for the fourteenth week's festival, Bum-Cleaver
shall become Curval's husband, Adonis his wife.
    On the 13th of February, for the fifteenth week's festival, Antinoⁿs
shall be made husband to the Bishop, to him shall Celadon be made a wife.
    On the 20th of February, for the sixteenth week's festival, Invictus
shall as a husband be wedded to Durcet, Hyacinthe as a wife.
    As for the festival of the seventeeth week, due to fall on the 27th of
February, upon the eve of the narrations' conclusion, it shall be
celebrated by sacrifices for which Messieurs reserve themselves in petto
the choice of victims.
    These arrangements provide for the obliteration of all maidenheads by
the 30th of January, with the exception of those of the four young boys
whom Messieurs are to marry as wives, and whom they are eager to preserve
intact until their weddings, in order that their amusement be made to last
until the end of the party.
    As the objects are progressively depucelated, they shall the place of
the wives upon the couches at storytelling time, and, at nighttime, they
shall lie with Messieurs, alternately, and at Messieurs' choice, together
with the last four fairies Messieurs will take to themselves as wives
during the final month.
    From the moment a girl or a depucelated boy shall have replaced a wife
upon the couch, the said wife shall be repudiated. From this moment onward,
she shall be in general discredit, and shall be ranked lower than the
servants.
    With regard to Hebe, aged twelve, Michette, aged twelve, Colombe, aged
thirteen, and Rosette, aged thirteen, as progressively they are surrendered
to the fuckers and exercised by the latter, they too shall fall into
discredit, shall henceforth be used for none but harsh and brutal purposes,
shall rank with the repudiated wives, and shall be treated with utmost
rigor. And as of the 24th of January, all four of them will have descended
to the same inferior level.
    This schedule affirms that unto the Duc shall fall nine celages: the
first encuntments of Fanny, Sophie, Zelmire, Augustine, the original
embuggeries of Hebe, Michette, Giton, Rosette, and Zephyr.
    Unto Curval shall fall the cunt-pucelages of Michette, Hebe, Colombe,
Rosette, the ass-pucelages of Zelamir, Zelmire, Sophie, Augustine, and
Adonis, being in all nine deflorations.
    Unto Durcet, who does not fuck at all, is reserved the ass-pucelage of
Hyacinthe, who in the capacity of a wife shall be wedded to him.
    And unto the Bishop, who fucks naught but asses, are reserved the
sodomistical depucelations of Cupidon, of Colombe, of Narcisse, of Fanny,
and of Celadon.
    The entire day having been spent preparing this program and chatting
about it, and no one having been found at fault, all went uneventfully
ahead, the storytelling hour arrived; everyone took his place, the
illustrious Duclos mounted the stage. She proceeded in this wise:
    A young man, whose mania, although not in my opinion very libertine, is
none the less curious enough, appeared at Madame Guerin's shortly after the
adventure I spoke of yesterday. He had to have a young and healthy wet
nurse; he suckled the good woman's teat and leaked his seed over her thighs
while gorging himself on her milk. His prick struck me as paltry and mean,
all his person rather puny, and his discharge was as mild as his
proceedings were benign.
    Another one appeared in the same room the next day; his mania will
doubtless prove more entertaining to you. He insisted upon having his woman
enveloped in a sheet so that her face and breast would be entirely hidden
from him, the single part of her body he wanted to see, and which had to be
of the highest degree of excellence, was her ass, all the rest meant
nothing to him, and he assured Madame Guerin that a glimpse of anything
else would anger him exceedingly. Guerin had a woman brought in from the
outside: she was ugly to the point of bitterness and almost fifty years
old, but her buttocks were molded like those of Venus, nothing more
beautiful could ever bewitch one's gaze.
    I was eager to see this operation; the old duenna, well wrapped up, was
told at once to lie belly down on the edge of the bed. Our libertine, a man
of about thirty and who seemed to me a gentleman of the cloth, lifts her
skirts above her loins, is thrilled by what greets his eyes and flatters
his tastes. He touches, he spreads this superb breech, showers passionate
kisses upon it, and, his imagination fired by what he supposes rather than
by what he would actually have seen had the woman been unveiled and even
had she been attractive, he fancies he is holding commerce with Aphrodite
herself, and at the end of a fairly brief career, his engine hardens thanks
to the jerks and jolts, and unlooses a warm rain over the ensemble of the
sublime ass exposed to his view. His discharge was sharp and impetuous. He
was seated facing the adored idol; one of his hands opened it while with
the other he polluted it, and he cried ten times in succession: "Ah, what a
beautiful ass! Ah, what a delight to drown such an ass in fuck!" He rose
when done, and left without indicating the least desire to find out with
whom he had been dealing.
    A young abbot called for my sister a short time afterward. He was
youthful and handsome, but one could scarcely discern his prick, so minute
and soft it was. He stretched his almost naked partner on a couch, knelt
down between her thighs, supporting her buttocks with both hands, with one
of them tickling the pretty little hole in her behind. Meanwhile, he
conveyed his mouth to my sister's cunt. He tickled its clitoris with his
tongue, and managed so cunningly, so harmoniously synchronized the two
activities, that within the space of three minutes he had plunged her into
a delirium; I saw her head toss about, her eyes begin to roll, and heard
the rascal cry: "Ah, my dear Reverend Father, you're slaying me with
pleasure!"
    The abbot's custom was simply to swallow the liquid his libertine
dexterity made flow; and this he did not now fail to do, shaking himself
the while, agitating himself as he bore down upon my sister: I saw him
spatter indubitable evidence of his virility upon the floor. My turn came
the next day, and I believe I can assure you, Messieurs, that it was one of
the sweetest operations to which in all my life I have ever been exposed:
that scoundrel of an abbot had my first fruits, and it was into his mouth I
shed my first fuck. More eager than my sister to give him pleasure in
return for what he had caused me, I unthinkingly seized his drooping prick,
and my little hand replied to what his mouth had made me feel with such
delight.
    The Duc could not prevent himself from interrupting at this point. To a
remarkable degree excited by the pollutions he had undergone that same
morning, he had an idea that this species of lubric sport executed with the
fascinating Augustine, whose sparkling, roguish eyes announced the most
precocious temperament, would deliver him of a charge of fuck that was
stinging his balls in a dreadful way. She was a member of his quatrain, he
found her likeable, she was destined to be deflowered by him, he summoned
her. On this particular evening she had a kerchief tied round her head, was
clad in peasant guise, and seemed charming beneath that costume. The duenna
hoisted her skirts and established her in the posture Duclos had
represented. The Duc first of all lay hands on her buttocks, knelt, brought
a finger to the anus and lightly titillated its rim, seized up the clitoris
this amiable child already had in considerable growth, and sucked it. The
people of Languedoc are high-spirited, they say, and Augustine proved them
right; fire leapt into her pretty eyes, she sighed and panted and moaned,
her thighs rose mechanically, and the Duc was pleased to sip a gush of
young fuck which in all likelihood had never flowed before.
    But joy is seldom succeeded by joy. There are libertines so hardened in
vice that the simpler, the more delicate and banal be the thing they do,
the less effect it has upon their execrable minds. Of their number our
beloved Duc was one, he swallowed that delicious child's sperm without his
own contriving to flow; all present beheld the moment arrive, for no one is
more illogical than a libertine, the moment appeared at hand, I say, when
he would blame his unresponse upon the poor little wretch who, all a dither
at having yielded to Nature, was hiding her face in her hands and
struggling to get free and return to her place.
    "Get me another one," thundered the Duc, casting furious glances at
Augustine, "I'll suck every last one of them if that's required to lose my
fuck."
    Zelmire, the second girl in his quatrain, was brought to the fore, she
too was the Duc's by escheat. Though equal in years to Augustine, the grief
for her plight robbed her of the power to taste a pleasure which, who
knows, had it not been for that, Nature might have allowed her to relish.
Up rose her skirts, up above two little thighs whiter than alabaster, a
chubby little mons veneris hove into view, it was upholstered by a fluffy
down just beginning to appear. She is adjusted, obliged to yield, she obeys
automatically, but sweat, strain, suck though he does, nothing happens to
the Duc. Fifteen minutes of this and he rises in a fury, and, flinging
himself into his closet with Hercule and Narcisse:
    "Ah, by fuck!" he roars. "It's very clear to me that's not the game I'm
hunting" - 'tis to the two little girls he alludes - "and that I'll only
have a fair shot at this."
    It is not known to what excesses he surrendered himself, but ere an
instant had passed screams and shouts declared he had carried the day, and
proved that boys are always the far more certain implements to a discharge
than the most adorable girls. In the meantime, the Bishop had likewise
enchambered himself with Giton, Zelamir, and Invictus, and the outbursts
which accompanied his discharge having struck the assembly's ears, the two
brothers, who had probably resorted to similar expedients, returned, more
calmly to listen to the rest of the story our heroine took up again in
these terms:
    Nigh unto two years passed by during which time no one of particular
interest arrived at Madame Guerin's; the gentleman who called either had
tastes too ordinary to warrant description, or had tastes analogous to
those I have already described; and then one day I was told to prepare
myself, and above all to wash out my mouth. A heavy, thickset man of about
fifty stood beside the mistress of the house.
    "Well, there she is," said Madame. "She's only twelve, Monsieur, just
as clean and tidy as if she'd come this morning out of her mother's belly,
and you can take my word for that."
    The customer inspects me, has me open my mouth, he examines my teeth,
sniffs my breath, and evidently satisfied that all is in order, he goes
with me into the sanctuary intended for pleasure. We sit down face to face
and very near to one another. No one could be more solemn than my gallant
nor more phlegmatic. He stares coldly at me, then appraises me with
narrowed eyes, I have no idea where all this is leading when, finally
breaking his silence, he bids me collect a mouthful of saliva. I obey, and
as soon as he fancies my mouth must be full, he throws himself upon my
neck, passionately puts his arm around my head, thereby immobilizing it,
and gluing his lips to my mouth, he pumps, sucks, eagerly swallows all the
bewitching fluid I have collected, and it seems enough to put him in an
overwhelming ecstasy. He sucks my tongue into his mouth with identical
fervor, and when he senses it is dry, perceives my mouth is empty, he
commands me to repeat the operation. He reiterates his, then I do, then he
does, and so on eight or ten times over.
    He sucked up my saliva with such furious avidity it discomfited my
chest and lungs. I thought that at least a few sparks of pleasure were
going to climax his transports; I was mistaken. His apathy, whence he
emerged only brief instants during his most intense suckings, compassed him
again immediately he had drained me, and when at last I told him I could do
no more, he fell to eyeing me distantly, to staring at me as he had at the
beginning, then got up without a word, paid Guerin, and left.
    "Ah, God's prick and balls!" cried Curval, "I'm happier than he, for
I'm coming."
    Everyone raised his head, everyone saw the dear President doing to
Julie, his wife, whom that day he had for couch companion, the same thing
Duclos had just been relating. That this passion appealed admirably to his
tastes was generally well known; Julie by and large procured him abundant
pleasure in this manner, Duclos had no doubt done less well by her gallant.
But that was in all likelihood his own fault; failing to appreciate what
certain mouths, in certain conditions, may offer, he got nothing from
Duclos', whereas the President obtained satisfaction from Julie's.
    A month later, said Duclos, who had been invited to continue, I had
dealings with a sucker who assailed what one might term the same fort but
from an entirely different angle. This latter was an elderly abbot who,
after having previously kissed and caressed my bum for above half an hour,
introduced his tongue into its hole, made it penetrate deep, dart to left
and right, turn this way, turn that way, all with such surpassing art I
thought I felt it drive nigh to the depths of my entrails. But this abbot
of mine, much less phlegmatic, as he used one hand to spread my buttocks,
used the other to frig himself very voluptuously, and as he discharged he
drew my anus to his face with such violence and tickled it so lubriciously
that my ecstasy coincided with his. When he was finished, he spent another
moment scrutinizing my buttocks, staring at that hole he'd just reamed
wider, and couldn't prevent himself from gluing his mouth to it one last
time; then he hastened off, assuring me he would be back frequently, would
ask for me, and that he was most content with my ass. He kept his promise,
and for six months he came to visit me three or four times a week,
regularly performing the same operation to which I became so thoroughly
accustomed that each time he executed his little project, I all but expired
with delight - an aspect of the rite about which he appeared to care very
little, for, as best I could judge, he had no inclination to find out
whether or no my work pleased me; that did not seem to matter to him. And
indeed, who can tell? Men are extraordinary indeed; had he known of it, my
pleasure might even have displeased him.
    And now Durcet, whom the story had inflamed, like the old priest was
moved to suck some asshole or other, but would not have a girl's. He called
for Hyacinthe, who of them all pleased him the most. He placed the little
chap, kissed his ass, frigged his prick and sucked it. By the nervous
shuddering of his body, by the spasm which ordinarily heralded his
discharge, it was thought the evil little anchovy that Aline was thumping
and pulling as best she could, was finally going to disgorge its seed, but
no, the financier was penurious when it came to parting with his fuck, he
simply could not, or would not, stiffen. It occurs to them all that his
object ought to be changed, Celadon is substituted for Hyacinthe, but all's
at a standstill, not the least improvement is apparent. The opportune
tolling of a bell announcing supper saves the banker's honor.
    "Why," says he, laughing with his confreres, "it's not my fault, you
saw I was about to win a victory; this damned supper will have to delay it.
Well, by God, let's go and have a fling at the table, I'll return all the
more ardent to Cupid's tourney after having been crowned by Bacchus."
    The evening meal was equally succulent and gay, quite as lubricious as
ever, and was followed by orgies in the course of which an abundance of
little infamies were perpetrated. Many were the mouths sucked and the
asses, but one of the most engaging drolleries of all was the game in which
they hid the face and chest of each little girl and gambled upon
recognizing her on the basis of a study of her ass. The Duc was
occasionally misled, but not so the others, for they were too well
accustomed to the use of the bum. The friends retired for the night, and
the morrow brought further and new pleasures, and a few reflections.




THE FOURTH DAY
    Being full eager to be able to distinguish immediately which of the
youngsters in either sex was, in a depucelatory sense, to belong to each of
their number, the friends decided to have them wear, regardless of their
costume and, in that other extreme, even when undressed, a hair ribbon,
which would indicate of whom the individual child was the property. Colors
were thereupon chosen: the Duc adopted pink and green: whosoever should
wear a pink ribbon to the fore, would be his by the cunt; similarly,
whosoever wore a green ribbon to the rear, would be his by the ass. And so
Fanny, Zelmire, Sophie, and Augustine straightway affixed a pink ribbon on
one side of their coiffures; Rosette, Hebe, Michette, Giton, and Zephyr
attached a green favor to their hair where it fell toward the neck, this
clue attesting the rights of the Duc enjoyed to their asses.
    Curval chose black for the front, yellow for the rear; thus Michette,
Hebe, Colombe, and Rosette were in future constantly to wear a black ribbon
forward; Sophie, Zelmire, Augustine, Zelamir, and Adonis pinned a yellow
one above their nape.
    Durcet identified his Hyacinthe with a lilac ribbon hanging to the
rear, and the Bishop, who owned title to but five assholes to be deflowered
sodomistically, ordered Cupidon, Narcisse, Celadon, Colombe, and Fanny to
wear a violet one in the rear.
    Never, regardless of the subject's posture, chore, or dress, were these
ribbons to be neglected or improperly worn, and so it was that by this
simple arrangement each friend was always able to tell at a glance what
property was his, and in what way.
    Curval, who had passed the night with Constance, had bitter complaints
to lodge against her in the morning. It was not entirely clear what lay at
the root of the trouble, nor what precisely the trouble was; so little is
needed to displease a libertine. But there was more than enough to the
thing to cause him to have her listed for Saturday punishment, and he was
formulating charges when that lovely creature declared that she was
pregnant; Curval, apart from her husband the only one whom it was possible
to suspect as the agent in this affair, had effected no carnal juncture
with her save at the beginning of this party, that is to say, four days
previously. Our libertines were gladdened by these tidings, seeing in the
event much possibility of clandestine delight, and the Duc exulted over
this stroke of fortune. In any event, the declaration earned her exemption
from the punishment she would otherwise have had to undergo in return for
having displeased Curval. She was to be spared: they preferred to leave the
fruits on the branch to ripen, a gravid woman diverted them, and what they
promised themselves for later on even more lewdly entertained their
perfidious imaginations. Constance was dispensed from service at table,
from chastisements, and from a few other little odds and ends the
accomplishment of which her state no longer rendered voluptuous to observe,
but she was still obliged to appear upon the couches and until further
orders to share bed of whoever wished to choose her for the night.
    It was Durcet who, that morning, contributed his presence to the
pollution exercises, and as his prick was extraordinarily small, he gave
the pupils rather more a problem than had been posed by the Duc's massive
construction. However, they fell earnestly to work. But the little banker,
who had been plying a woman's trade all night long, could never bear a
man's. He was adamant, intractable, and the skill of these eight charming
students combined with that of their deft instructress was unable, when all
was said and done, even to get him to raise his nose. He left the classroom
in triumph, and as impotence always provokes that kind of mood called a
teasing one in the idiom of libertinage, his inspections were astonishingly
severe. Rosette amongst the girls, Zelamir amongst the boys were the
victims of his thoroughness: one was not as she had been told to be - this
enigma will be explained - the other, unfortunately, had rid himself of
what he had been ordered to keep.
    Those present at the public latrines were only seven in number: Duclos,
Marie, Aline, and Fanny, two second-class fuckers, and Giton, Curval, who
did considerable stiffening that day, grew very excited over Duclos.
Dinner, at which his conduct and remarks were very libertine indeed, calmed
him not one whit, and the coffee served by Colombe, Sophie, Zephyr, and his
dear friend Adonis, set his brain all afire. He laid hands on this selfsame
Adonis, tumbled him onto a sofa, and while spewing forth oaths slid his
enormous member between the lad's thighs (approaching him from behind), and
as that outsized tool protruded a fair six inches beyond, he commanded
Adonis vigorously to frig what emerged, and himself set to frigging the boy
above the morsel of flesh upon which Adonis was spitted. Meanwhile, he
presented the assembly with an ass no less filthy than broad, whose impure
orifice began to exert a potent attraction upon the Duc. Seeing this ass
within reach, he trained his vivacious prick on the hole while continuing
to suck Zephyr's mouth, an operation he had begun before this new idea had
occurred to him.
    Curval, who had not been expecting such an attack, emitted blasphemous
paeans of joy. He danced with delight, spread himself wider, braced
himself; at the same instant, the fresh young fuck of the charming boy he
was frigging started to drip out upon the enormous head of his own aroused
instrument. That warm fuck he feels wetting him, the reiterated blows of
the Duc who is also beginning to discharge, it all quickens his warrior's
soul, the weapon is primed, off goes the gun, floods of foamy sperm splash
against Durcet's ass, for the banker has just posted himself there within
easy range lest, says he, something be wasted, and Durcet's plump white
buttocks are submerged beneath a spellbinding liquor he would have by far
preferred as a rinse for his bowels.
    Nor was the Bishop idle; he was one after the other sucking clean the
divine assholes of Colombe and Sophie. But doubtless fatigued by some
nocturnal exercise, he showed not one spark of life, and like all other
libertines rendered unjust by caprice and disgust, he lashed out furiously
against these two delicious children, blaming them for the only too well
merited shortcomings of his debilitated frame. Messieurs nap for a few
minutes; then 'tis story-telling time, and in they troop to listen to the
amiable Duclos, who resumes her tale in the following manner:
    There had been a few changes in Madame Guerin's house, said our
heroine. Two very pretty girls had just found dupes who were only too
willing to keep them and whom they deceived just the way we all do. To fill
the gaps in the ranks, our dear mother had scouted around and set her
sights upon a rue Saint-Denis tavern-keeper's daughter, thirteen years old
and one of the most fetching creatures in all the wide world. But the
little lady, quite as well-behaved as she was pious, was successfully
resisting all enticements when Guerin, having one day employed the
cleverest stratagem to lure her to her house, immediately put her in the
hands of the unusual person whose mania I propose to describe next. He was
an ecclesiastic of fifty-five or fifty-six, but so youthful and vigorous
you'd have thought him under forty. No man in Europe had such a singular
talent for drawing young girls into vice, and as it was his one art,
developed to a sublime degree, he had turned it into his one and only
pleasure. The whole of his fleshy delight consisted in extirpating
childhood prejudices and unnatural terrors, in cultivating scorn for
virtue, in decking vice in the most dazzling colors. He neglected nothing:
seductive images, flattering promises, delicious examples, he would press
everything into service, everything would be brilliantly manipulated, his
artistry being faultlessly attuned to the child's age and cast of mind, and
never did he miss the mark. Granted a mere two hours of conversation, he
was sure to make a whore of the best-behaved and most reasonable little
girl; for thirty years he had been conducting his missionary labors in
Paris, and, he had once assured Madame Guerin, who counted herself one of
his best friends, he had to his credit more than ten thousand girls whom he
had personally seduced and plunged into libertinage. He rendered similar
services to at least fifteen procuresses, and whenever he was not coping
with a particular problem at someone else's behest, he was busy doing
research for its own sake and for his professional pleasure, energetically
corrupting whatever he came across and then packing it off to his
outfitters. Now, the most extraordinary aspect of the entire thing, and the
one which, Messieurs, prompts me to cite the example of this uncommon
idividual, was that he never enjoyed the fruit of his labors. He would
encloset himself alone with the child, but, despite his vast understanding,
his mind's agility, his eloquent persuasiveness, he used always to emerge
from conference greatly inflamed. One could be perfectly certain the
operation irritated his senses, but it was impossible to discover where or
when or how he satisfied them. Closest scrutiny had never revealed anything
but a prodigious blaze in his stare when once he had concluded his
speeches, a few twitching movements of his hand upon the front of his
breeches, within which one could tell there was a definite erection,
produced by the diabolic work he was doing; but that was all.
    He came to the house, was accorded a private interview with the young
barmaid, I watched the proceedings: the consultation was prolonged, the
seducer's language was amazingly pathetic, the child wept, got hot, seemed
to enter into a kind of enthusiastic fit; it was at this moment the
orator's eyes flamed brightest, and it was now we remarked the gestures in
the neighborhood of his fly. Not long afterward, he rose, the child
stretched forth her arms as if seeking to embrace him, he kissed her in a
grave and fatherly manner, without any trace of lechery. He left, and three
hours later the little girl arrived with her baggage at Madame Guerin's.
    "And the man?" asked the Duc.
    "He disappeared once his sermon was over," Duclos replied.
    "Without coming back to see the results of his work?"
    "No, my Lord, there was no doubt in his mind. He had never once
failed."
    "Now there is a most extraordinary personage," Curval admitted. "What
does your Grace make of it?"
    "I suspect," the Duc answered, "that the seduction provided all the
heat necessary and that he discharged in his breeches."
    "No," quoth the Bishop, "I think you underestimate the man: all this
was simply by way of preparation for his debauches, and upon leaving I
wager he went off to consummate greater ones."
    "Greater ones?" cried Durcet. "And what more delicious, more voluptuous
delight could one hope to procure oneself, than that of enjoying the objest
one creates?"     "I have it!" spoke up the Duc, "I dare say I've found him
out: all this, just as you say, was merely preparatory in character,
corrupting girls would heat his imagination, the off he'd go to dip his
tool in boys. . . . I'll wager he was a bugger, yes, 'tis plain."
    Duclos was asked whether she had any evidence to support that
conjecture, and did he or did he not also seduce little boys? Our narrator
replied that she had no proof of the thing, and despite the Duc's
exceedingly likely allegation, everyone remained more or less in suspense
as to the character of that strange preacher; after it had been unanimously
agreed that his mania was truly delicious, but that one had either to
consummate the work or do worse afterward, Duclos went on with her story:
    The day after the arrival of our young novice, who was named Henriette,
there came to the establishment an eccentric old lecher who put us both,
Henriette and I, to work at the same time. This latest libertine had no
other pleasure than that of observing through a hole all the voluptuous
activities transpiring in an adjoining room, he adored spying on them, thus
found in others' pleasures the divine aliment of his own lubricity. He was
installed in the room I mentioned to you, the same one to which I and my
companions often repaired for the diversion of watching libertines in
action. I was assigned the task of amusing him while he looked through the
hole, and young Henriette entered the arena together with the asshole-
sucker I described you yesterday. The management considered that rascal's
very voluptuous antics just the kind of spectacle my onlooker would relish,
and in order better to arouse the actor, and in order that he render the
scene yet more lascivious and more agreeable to see, he was told he was
being given an apprentice and that it was with him she was to make her
debut. The little barmaid's air of modesty and childishness speedily
convinced him of it; and so he was as hot and as lewd in his nasty stunts
as 'twere possible to be; nothing could have been further from his mind
than that he was being observed. As for my old buck, his eye glued to the
hole, one hand on my bum, the other on his prick, which he gently agitated,
he seemed to be keeping the progress of his ecstasy abreast the one he was
watching. "Ah, what a sight!" he said now and again; "what a fine ass that
little girl has, and how well that bugger in there is tonguing it." At
last, Henriette's lover having discharged, mine folded me in his arms and,
after a moment's kissing, he turned me over, fondled, kissed, lewdly licked
my behind, and squirted evidence of his virility over my cheeks.
    "While frigging himself?" the Duc asked.
    "Yes, my Lord," answered Duclos, "and frigging a prick whose incredible
littleness, I assure you, isn't worth the bother describing."
    The gentleman with whom I had to do next, Duclos continued, would not
perhaps deserve to be included in my report were it not for one element, a
rather unusual one, I should say, which distinguished his otherwise quite
routine pleasures, and this little circumstance will illustrate to what
point libertinage is able to degrade all a man's feelings of modesty,
virtue and decorum. This person did not want to see; he wished to be seen.
Knowing that men exist whose whim it is to spy upon the pleasure-takings of
others, he bade Guerin find him one such fellow, conceal him, and said he
would enact a drama for him. Guerin at once got in touch with the man I had
entertained a few days previously behind the partition, and without telling
him that the performer he was about to see knew that he was going to be
seen - this would have interfered with his passion's fulfillment - she gave
him to believe he was to observe a very arcane mystery indeed.
    The inspector and my sister were put in the room with the hole, the
actor and I went into the other one. He was a young man about twenty-eight
years old, handsome and strong. Informed of the hole's location, he not too
pointedly moved to where he could be perfectly viewed and had me take my
place beside him. I frigged him. When his prick held a good slope, he got
to his feet, exhibited his tool to the inspector, turned around, displayed
his ass, raised my skirts and showed my mine, knelt before me, teased my
anus with the tip of his nose, spread heartily, displayed everything with
as much thoroughness as delight, and discharged by frigging himself, the
while keeping my hinder skirts high and my ass squarely opposite the spy
hole, in such wise that he who stood posted on the other side of the wall
simultaneously beheld, at this decisive moment, both my bum and my lover's
wrathful device. If the latter was in seventh heaven, God knows what was
going on in the next room; my sister later told me she had had a madman on
her back who had sworn he'd never had as fine a time as this, and after
that her buttocks had been washed by a tide no less fierce than the one
that had burst over mine.
    "If that young man of yours truly had a good prick and pretty ass,"
Durcet opinioned, "there was ample in the situation to provoke a generous
discharge."
    "It must then have been delicious," returned Duclos, "for his engine
was very long, quite thick, and his ass as soft, as sweetly plump, as
attractively formed as the god of love's."
    "Did you spread his cheeks?" the Bishop inquired. "Did you show his
vent to the inspector?"
    "Yes, your Lordship," said Duclos, "he displayed mine, I displayed his,
he presented it with incomparable suggestiveness."
    "I've been witness to a dozen such scenes," Durcet announced, "which
have cost me a fortune in fuck; there is nothing more delicious to see or
do. I refer to both: for it is just as pleasant to spy upon someone as to
want to be observed."
    Another individual, with approximately the same tastes, Duclos went on,
took me to the Tuileries some few months later. He wanted me to accost men
and frig them six inches from his face while he hid under a pile of folding
chairs; and after I had frigged seven or eight passers-by, he settled
himself upon a bench by one of the most frequented of the paths, lifted my
skirts from behind, and displayed my ass to all and sundry, put his prick
in the air and ordered me to frig it well within view of half of Paris, the
which, although it was night, created such a scandal that by the time he
most cynically unleashed his fuck, more than ten people had gathered around
us, and we were obliged to dash away to avoid being publicly covered with
shame.
    When I related this adventure to Guerin, she laughed approvingly and
said she had once known a man in Lyon (where panders enter into the trade
at an early age), a man, I say, whose mania was certainly just as unusual.
He would disguise himself as a public mercury, himself fetch in visitors to
dally with the two girls he paid and maintained for no other purpose, then
he would conceal himself in a corner to watch his client go to work; the
girl, whose hire depended upon her skill in these moments, would guide the
libertine she had in her arms and unfailingly give her employer a view of
his prick and ass, the sight of which constituted the one pleasure that
agreed with our false pimp's palate, the one that was able to loosen his
fuck.
    Duclos having brought her recital to an early conclusion that evening,
the time that remained until supper was devoted to a few choice
lubricities, and as the example of the cynic had fired their four daring
brains, the friends did not isolate themselves in their closets, but
disported within clear view each of the other. The Duc had Duclos strip off
her clothes, had her bend and lean upon the back of a chair and commanded
Desgranges to frig him upon her comrade's buttocks, in such wise that the
head of his prick might graze Duclos' asshole with each stroke. To that one
was added a number of other episodes which the proper presentation of our
material forbids us from disclosing at this stage; but the fact remains
that the chronicler's inferior vent was completely sprayed and that the
Duc, handsomely served and entirely surrounded, discharged to the tune of
bellowings and shouts which indicated to what a point his mind has been
stimulated. Curval had himself fucked, the Bishop and Durcet for their part
did passing strange things with both sexes; then supper was served.
    After it, dances were held: the sixteen youngsters, the four fuckers,
and the four wives were able to perform three quadrilles, but all the
participants at the ball were naked, and our roues, indolently reclining
upon sofas, were deliciously amused by all the different beauties one after
another offered them by the divers attitudes the dancers were obliged to
strike. Messieurs had the storytellers at their side, and these ladies
manualized them rapidly or slowly, depending upon the pleasure they were
experiencing; but, somewhat fatigued by the day's frolickings, no one
discharged, and each went to bed to acquire the strength needed for all the
following day's new infamies.




THE FIFTH DAY
    That morning it was Curval's duty to lend his presence at the academy
of masturbation, and as the little girls were beginning to make tangible
progress, he was hard put to resist the multiplying thumps and jerks and
the variegated but universally lubricious postures of these eight charming
little maids. Wishing to keep his weapon charged, he withdrew without
firing it, lunch was announced, and at table the friends decreed that
Messieurs' four young lovers, to wit: Zephyr, the Duc's favorite; Adonis,
beloved of Curval; Hyacinthe, friend to Durcet; and Celadon, unto whom the
Bishop was plighted, were henceforth to be admitted to all meals, would
dine beside their lovers in whose bedchambers they were, as well, regularly
to sleep, a favor they would share with the wives and the fuckers; the
which eliminated a ceremony customarily performed, as the reader is aware,
every morning, this ceremony consisting in the fetching of the four lads by
the four off-duty fuckers. They were now to come of their own accord, and
when from now on Messieurs were to pass into the little boys' chambers,
they were to be received, in accordance with prescribed regulation, by the
remaining four only.
    The Duc, who for the past two or three days had been head over heels in
love with Duclos, whose ass he found superb and language pleasing, demanded
that she also sleep in his bedroom, and this precedent having been
established, Curval similarly introduced Fanchon, of whom he was
passionately fond, into his. The two others decided to wait yet a little
longer before deciding who was to fill this fourth post of privilege in
their chambers.
    It was that same morning ruled that the four young lovers who had just
been chosen would have by way of ordinary dress, whenever they were not
obliged to wear characterizing costumes, as when formed in quatrains, would
have, I say, the clothing and style I am going to describe: it was a little
jerkin, tight-fitting, of light cloth, tailored like a Prussian uniform
with a slit tail, but much shorter, scarcely reaching to halfway down the
thigh; this jacket, like all uniforms buttoned across the chest and at the
vent, was of pink satin lined with white taffeta, the cuffs and trim were
white satin, underneath was to be worn a kind of short vest or waistcoat,
also of white satin, and the breeches were to match; but these breeches
were provided with a heart-shaped rear flap under which one could slip
one's hand and grasp the ass without the slightest difficulty; the flap was
held up by a ribbon tied in a big bow, and when one wished to have the
child completely exposed in this part, one had merely to undo the bow,
which was of the color selected by the friend to whom the pucelage
belonged. Their hair, carelessly arranged so that a few curls fell to
either side, floated absolutely free behind, and was simply knotted by a
ribbon of the appropriate color. A highly-scented powder, in color between
gray and pink, tinted their hairdress, their eyebrows were carefully
plucked and emphasized by black pencil, a light touch of rouge applied to
the cheeks, all this heightened their natural beauty; their heads were
never covered, black silk stockings brocaded in rose covered their legs,
they were agreeably shod in gray slippers attached by a pink bow. A cream-
colored gauze cravat, very voluptuously tied, blended prettily with a
little lace ruffle; when the four of them were clad in this style, you may
rest assured that nothing in all the world was as charming to behold as
these little fellows.
    Immediately they were granted their new privileges, a few others were
abolished: all permissions, of the kind they had upon occasion been
accorded in the morning, were absolutely refused now, but they were given
all the rights over the wives the fuckers enjoyed: they could maltreat the
women as they saw fit and not only at mealtime, no, but at any time of the
day, all the time, if they chose, and they could be confident that in any
dispute arising 'twixt the wives and themselves, their side would be heard
with sympathy.
    These matters attended to, the usual searches were conducted; the
lovely Fanny, whom Curval had ordered to be in such and such a state, was
found in the contrary one (the sequel will provide elucidation of this
obscure point) : her name was set down in the punishment ledger. Amongst
the young gentlemen, Giton had done what he had been forbidden to do; down
went his name. After the chapel functions had been completed by the very
few subjects who were on hand to execute them, the friends went to dinner.
    This was the first meal at which the four lovers joined the friends at
table. They took their places, each sitting to the right of the friend who
doted upon him, the friend's favorite fucker being seated to the friend's
left. These four additional guests lent a further charm to the meal; they
were all four very gentle, very sweet, and were beginning to accommodate
themselves very well to the general tone of the household. The Bishop, in
the liveliest spirits that day, kissed Celadon virtually without
interruption throughout the course of the meal, and as that child was a
member of the quartet chosen to hand around the coffee, he left table a
little before dessert. When Monseigneur, who had worked himself into a
splendid sweat over the boy, saw him entirely naked in the salon, he lost
all self-control.
    "By Jesus!" he cried, his face purple, "since I cannot tup his ass, I
can at least do what Curval did to his bardash yesterday."
    And so saying he seized the good-natured little rascal, laid him on his
belly, and slipped his prick between his thighs. The libertine was lost in
the clouds, his weapon's hair rubbed the cute little hole he would fain
have perforated: one of his hands fondled this delicious little cupid's
buttocks, with the other he frigged Celadon's prick. What was more, he
glued his mouth to the lovely child's, pumped the air from his lungs,
swallowed his saliva. In order to excite his brother, the Duc created a
libertine spectacle by placing himself in front of the Bishop and
proceeding to lick out the asshole of Cupidon, the other of the two boys
serving coffee that day. Curval moved to within close range and had himself
frigged by Michette, and Durcet offered the prelate the sight of Rosette's
widespread buttocks. Everyone toiled to procure him the ecstasy to which he
plainly asprired; it occurred, his nerves trembled, his teeth chattered,
his eyes shone, he would have been a terrifying object for anyone save
those three who knew full well the terrible effects joy had upon that man
of God. The fuck finally broke forth and flowed over Cupidon's buttocks,
for that quick-witted little aide had at the last moment wriggled his way
beneath his comrade so as to receive the treasure which might otherwise
have gone entirely to waste.
    The storytelling hour came, they readied themselves. By an unusual
stroke of circumstance, all the fathers found their daughters beside them
on their couches. But Messieurs were not alarmed. Duclos began to speak.
    In that you have not required me, Messieurs, to give you an exact day
by day account of everything that happened to me at Madame Guerin's
establishment, but simply to relate the more out of the ordinary events
which highlighted some of those days, I shall omit mention of several not
very interesting episodes dating from my childhood, for they would be
naught but tedious repetitions of what you have heard already. And so I
shall tell you that I had just reached the age of sixteen, not without
having acquired a wealth of experience in my metier, when it fell to my lot
to have a libertine whose daily caprice merits to be cited. He was a sober,
very grave judge of nearly fifty years, a man who, if one is to believe
Madame Guerin, who told me she had known him for many years, regularly
exercised every morning the whimsicality wherewith I shall entertain you.
His ordinary pimp had reached the age of retirement and recommended that
the judge put himself in our dear mother's hands; this was his first call
at the house, and he began with me.
    He stationed himself, alone, in the room with the spy hole, I entered
the other with a hod carrier, a Savoyard, I believe; well, he was a common
fellow, but a healthy strapping one: those qualifications were enough for
the judge, who cared nothing for age or looks. I was, within clear view and
as near as possible to the hole, to frig my honest churl, who knew what was
expected of him and reckoned this a very pretty way indeed to earn his
supper. After having unreservedly complied with all the instructions the
good judge had given me, after having done all my sweet country buck could
desire of me, I had him discharge into a porcelain dish, and having wrung
the last drop from his prick, I dashed into the adjoining room. My man is
awaiting me in an ecstasy, he pounces upon the dish, swallows the hot fuck,
his own erupts; with one hand I encourage his ejaculation, with the other I
collect in my hand every precious dram that falls and, between jets,
quickly raising my hand to the old prankster's mouth, with great dexterity
and nimbleness I see to it that he swallows his own fuck quite as fast as
he squirts it out.
    That was all there was to it; no fingerings, no kisses, he didn't even
lift my skirts, and rising from his chair with just as much aplomb as a
moment before he had been aroused, he took his cane and left, saying that I
frigged very skillfully, so he considered, and that I had very well grasped
his character. A new workman was brought in the next day, for they had to
be changed daily, as had the women. My sister operated for him, he left
content, returned again on the morrow, and during my entire stay at Madame
Guerin's I never saw a single day go by without him arriving punctually at
nine, and never did he raise a single skirt, although he was ministered by
some charming girls.
    "Had he any inclination to see the commoner's ass?" Curval wanted to
know.
    "He had indeed, Monsieur le President," Duclos replied. "While amusing
the man whose fuck he ate, one had to take great care to turn him this way
and that, and the man had also to turn the girl around in every direction."
    "Well, now," said Curval, "that makes sense. But for that I'd not have
understood a thing."
    Shortly afterward, continued Duclos, the harem's strength was increased
by the arrival of a girl of about thirty, attractive enough, but with hair
as red as Judas'. At first we though she was a new recruit, but no, she
quickly disabused us by explaining that she had come for only one party.
The man for whom this latest heroine was intended soon arrived also: he was
an important financier of prepossessing appearance, and his singularity of
taste, since the girl set aside for him would doubtless not have been
wanted by anyone else, this singularity, I say, gave me the greatest desire
to observe them come to grips. No sooner had they entered the room than the
girl removed every stitch of her clothing and displayed a very fair and
very plump body.
    "Very well, be off, jump about, skip," said the financier, "you know
perfectly well I like them in a sweat."
    And thereupon the redhead falls to cutting capers, running around the
room, leaping like a young goat, and our man keeps his eye fixed on her
while he frigs himself; these activities continued a great while and there
was no telling to what they were leading. When the girl was swimming in
perspiration, she approached the libertine, raised an arm, and had him
smell her armpit where the sweat was dripping from every hair.
    "Ah, that's it, that's it!" cried the tycoon, staring with furious
approval at that sticky arm she held a centimeter from his nose, "what an
odor! ravishing!"
    Then slipping to his knees before her, he sniffed the interior of her
vagina, inhaling deeply, and then breathed in the scent emergent from her
asshole, but he returned constantly to her armpits, whether because those
parts flattered him the most, or because he found the bouquet superior, it
was always there his mouth and nose betook themselves with the greatest
fervor. At last a rather lengthy but not very thick device, a device he had
been buffeting in vain for about an hour, decided to wake and have a look
about. The girl takes her place, the financier comes up from behind and
lodges his anchovy under her armpit, she squeezes her arm, exerting what I
judged must have been a powerful grip; meanwhile, her posture enables the
gentleman to enjoy the sight and odor of her other armpit, he lays hands on
it, buries his snout under it and discharges while licking, while devouring
this part which affords him such delight.
    "And the creature had to have red hair?" asked the Bishop. "That was a
sine qua non?"
    "Absolutely," Duclos replied. "Those women, as you are not unaware,
Monseigneur, exude an infinitely more violent underarm aroma, and his sense
of smell once stung, no question of it, by ripe odors, his pleasure organs
would be aroused at once."
    "Of course," the Bishop agreed. "But, by God, it seems to me I'd have
preferred smelling that woman's asshole to sniffing under her arms."
    "Ah, ha!" spoke up Curval, "there is much to be said in favor of the
one and the other, and let me assure you that if you'll but give the arms a
try, you'll find them perfectly delicious."
    "Which is to say, I take it," said the Bishop, "that Monsieur le
President finds that stew to his taste?"
    "Why yes, I've sampled it," Curval replied, "and apart from a few
occasions when I added other episodes to that one, I protest to you that
all by itself it has always been able to get some fuck out of me."
    "Oh yes, those episodes, I fancy what they were," the Bishop broke in,
"you smelled the ass . . ."
    "One moment there," interrupted the Duc. "Don't oblige him to make his
confession, Monseigneur, he'd tell us things we are not yet to hear; go on,
Duclos, don't let these chatterers encroach upon your domain."
    I recall the period, our narrator resumed, when for more than six weeks
Guerin absolutely forbade my sister to wash, requiring her, on the
contrary, to keep herself in the rankest and most impure state she could
contrive to be in; we had no inkling of the Madame's designs until one day
there arrived a grog-blossomed old rake who, in a half-drunken and most
uncouth tone, asked Guerin whether the whore was ready. "Oh, my goodness,
you may be sure she is," Guerin replied. They are brought together, put in
the room, I fly to the hole; scarcely am I there than I see my naked sister
astride a capacious bidet filled with champagne and there is our man, armed
with a great sponge, busily washing her and carefully recovering every bit
of dirt that rolls from her body.
    It had been so long since she had cleaned any part of herself, for she
had been strictly ordered not to wipe her behind, that the wine immediately
took on a brown and dirty hue, and probably an odor which could not have
been very agreeable. But the more the wine became corrupted by the filth
streaming into it, the more delighted our libertine grew. He sipped a
little, found it exquisite, provided himself with a glass and, filling it
to the brim six or seven times, he downed the putrid and disgusting wine in
which he'd just finished washing a body laden for so long with impurities.
When he had drunk his fill, he seized my sister, laid her down flat upon
the bed, and upon her buttocks and well-opened hole, spewed floods of
immodest semen brought to a boil by the unclean details of his unpleasant
mania.
    But another visitor, a far nastier one, was time and again to attract
my regard. We had in the house one of those women who are called street
scouts or trotters, to employ the bordello term, and whose function is to
run abroad night and day and dig up new recruits. Over forty years old,
this creature had, as well as very faded charms which had never been very
winning, the dreadful defect that consists in stinking feet. And such, no
other, was the fair sort whereof the Marquis de L*** was enamored. He
arrives, Dame Louise - for such was her name - is introduced to him, he
finds her superb, and once he has conducted her into the pleasure
sanctuary, "Pray remove your shoes," says he. Louise, who had been
explicitly enjoined to wear the same stockings and slippers for a month,
offers the Marquis a foot that would have made a man of less fine
discrimination puke straight off; but, as I say, that foot's very filth and
nauseous quality was precisely what our nobleman cherished most. He catches
it up, kisses it with fervor, with his mouth he spreads each toe, one after
the other, with his tongue he gathers from each space, and gathers with
incomparable enthusiasm, the blackish and fetid scum Nature deposits there
and which, with a little encouragement, easily increases by itself. Not
only does he draw this unmentionable stuff into his mouth, but he swallows
it, savors it, and the fuck he loses while frigging himself stands as
unequivocal proof of the excessive pleasure he takes in this fare.
    " 'Tis beyond me," was the Bishop's simple comment.
    "Then I suppose I'd best explain it to you," Curval said.
    "What? You've a taste for that?"
    "Observe," the President replied.
    The others rose, came from their niches, surrounded him, and beheld
that peerless libertine, in whom were met all the tastes of the most
crapulous lewdness, embrace the indescribable foot tendered him by Fanchon,
that aged and foul servant we described earlier. Curval was in half a swoon
as he sucked.
    "There's nothing to be wondered at there," said Durcet, "one need but
be mildly jaded, and all these infamies assume a richer meaning: satiety
inspires them in the libertinage which executes them unhesitatingly. One
grows tired of the commonplace, the imagination becomes vexed, and the
slenderness of our means, the weakness of our faculties, the corruption of
our souls leads us to these abominations."
    Such must surely have been the case, Duclos went on, with the elderly
General C***, one of Guerin's most reliable clients. The women he required
had to be damaged either by Nature, by libertinage, or by the effects of
the law; in a word, he accepted none who were not one-eyed or blind, lame,
hunchbacked, legless cripples, or missing an arm or two, or toothless, or
mutilated in their limbs, or whipped and branded or clearly marked by some
other act of justice, and they always had to be of the ripest old age.
    At the scene I witnessed he had been given a woman of about fifty,
bearing the brand of a public thief, and who was, in addition, missing an
eye. That double degradation figured as a treasure in his view. He closeted
himself with her, had her strip away her clothes, ecstatically kissed the
indubitable signs of crime on her shoulders, ardently sucked each ridge and
furrow of those scars he called honorably won. That accomplished, he
transferred his avid attentions to her asshole, he spread open her
buttocks, appreciatively kissed the withered hole they defended, sucked it
for what seemed an age, and then planting himself astride the old girl's
back, he rubbed his prick on the wounds that attested the triumph of
justice, and as he rubbed, he praised her for having gone down in exemplary
defeat; and then, bending over her bum, he showered further kisses upon the
altar at which he had rendered such a lengthy homage, and squirted an
abundance of fuck upon the inspiring marks which had so fired his own
warrior's spirit.
    "Oh, by God!" cried Curval, whose brain was in a lubricious ferment
that day, "look my friends, behold by the sign of this risen prick what a
flame that passion described ignites in me."
    And calling out to Desgranges:
    "Hither, impure buggress," he continued in the same strain, "come, you
who so resemble what we have just heard described; come, beget me the same
pleasure the general got by her."
    Desgranges approaches. Durcet, his friend in these excesses, helps the
President strip her. She raises a few objections at first; they are the
more certain and pursue their way, scolding her for wishing to hide
something whereby she may be cherished all the more by the society. Her
branded back comes to light at last, and there are a "T" and a "P" which
affirm that she has twice undergone the dishonoring ordeal whose vestiges
nevertheless completely ignite our libertines' impudicious urges.
    The rest of that worn and wasted body - that ass of parchment or
ancient leather, that ample, noxious hole glistening in its center, this
mutilated tit, those three vanished fingers, this short leg that causes her
limp, that mouth destitute of teeth - everything combines to stimulate our
libertine pair. Durcet sucks her from in front, Curval posteriorly, and
even though objects of the greatest beauty and in the best condition are
there before their eyes and ready to brave anything in order to satisfy the
least of their desires, even so it is with what Nature and villainy have
dishonored, have withered, it is with the filthiest and least appetizing
object our two rakes, presently beside themselves, are about to taste the
most delicious pleasures. . . . Ah, now give me your explanation of man -
here are two men who seem as if they were disputing what is nigh to a
cadaver, like two savage mastiffs wrangling over a corpse; here, I say, we
have two eminent citizens who, after having given themselves over to the
foulest excesses, finally erupt their fuck, and notwithstanding the
exhaustion caused by these feats, would very possibly go on to perform
other ones of the same crapulous and infamous kind, and perform them
without an instant's delay, were it not for the supper bell announcing
other pleasures well worth their consideration.
    The President, made desperate by his loss of fuck, and who in such
cases could never be revived save by excessive feeding and swilling, flew
to work and stuffed himself like a pig. Adonis frigged Invictus and gave
him some fuck to drink, but hardly content with this latest outrage, which
had been executed at once, Curval rose, said his imagination proposed a few
rather more delicious stunts, and without further explanation, led Fanchon,
Adonis, and Hercule away with him to the further boudoir and did not
reappear until the orgies; but then conducted himself so brilliantly that
he was again able to commit a thousand fresh horrors, each more
extraordinary than the other, but not, we regret, to be described to the
reader, or rather not yet, for the structure of our tale obliges us to
defer them.
    And then to bed. Curval, the unfathomable Curval to whom that night the
divine Adelaide, his daughter, befell, Curval, who could have spent a most
delightful night with her, was found the next morning squirming over the
body of the disgusting Fanchon, with whom he had performed additional
abominations all night long, whilst Adonis and Adelaide, driven from his
couch, were, one of them, in a little bed far away, and the other lying on
a mattress upon the floor.




THE SIXTH DAY
    It was Monseigneur's turn to assist at the masturbations; he presented
himself. Had Duclos' disciples been males, Monseigneur would probably not
have been able to resist them. But a little crack below the navel was a
frightful blemish in his eyes, and had the Graces themselves encircled him,
once he had caught sight of that imperfection nothing more would have been
needed to calm him. And so he put up an indomitable defense, I even believe
his prick remained limp, and the operations were continued.
    Nothing could be plainer than that Messieurs were extremely eager to
find fault with the eight little girls so as to procure themselves the
following day, which was the fatal Saturday of retribution, so as, I say,
at this time to procure themselves the pleasure of punishing all eight.
They had six already on the list; the sweet and beautiful Zelmire made the
seventh; did she in all good faith really merit correction? or was it
simply that the pleasure of inflicting the proposed penalty won out in a
struggle with strict equity? we leave the question to be decided by the
wise Durcet's conscience; our task is simply to record events. One very
fair dame further swelled the miscreants' ranks: 'twas the gentle Adelaide.
Durcet, her husband, appeared anxious to set an example by pardoning less
in her than in the others, and it was he himself she happened to
disappoint. He had led her to a certain place where the services she had
been forced to render him, after certain of his functions, were something
less than absolutely clean or palatable; not everyone is as depraved as
Curval, and although Adelaide was his daughter, she had none of his tastes.
She may have balked. Or she may have managed poorly. Or, again, it might
only have been some teasing on Durcet's part. Whatever the cause, she was
inscribed upon the punishment list, to the vast satisfaction of nearly all
concerned.
    The examination of the boys' quarters having unearthed nothing, the
friends moved on to the arcane pleasures of the chapel, pleasures all the
more piquant and all the more extraordinary in that even those who besought
permission to come and procure them, were usually refused admittance.
Constance, two subaltern fuckers, and Michette were the only ones to attend
that morning's party.
    At dinner, Zephyr, of whom they were becoming prouder every day, what
for the charms which seemed more and more to embellish him and the
voluntary libertinage wherein he was making great strides, Zephyr, I say,
insulted Constance who, although no longer a waitress, nevertheless always
appeared at the midday meal. He called her a baby-maker and struck her
several blows in the belly to teach her, said he, to lay eggs with her
lover, then he kissed the Duc, caressed him, gave his prick a few
affectionate tugs, and managed so successfully to fire that hero's brain
that Blangis swore the afternoon would not pass without his moistening
Zephyr with fuck; and the little rascal nagged the Duc, daring him to do it
at once. As Zephyr was to serve coffee, he left at dessert time and
reappeared naked with the Duc's cup. Instantly they were settled in the
salon, the Duc, very animated, began with one or two smutty remarks; then
sucked the child's mouth and prick, set him on a chair, his ass at the
level of his mouth, and earnestly pumped at his hole for fifteen minutes.
His prick rebelled at last, dressed its lofty head, and the Duc saw very
clearly that the homage required some incense after all. However, their
contract forbade everything save the expedient employed the day before; the
Duc resolved therefore to emulate his associates. He had Zephyr crouch on a
sofa, drove his engine between the lad's thighs, but what had befallen
Curval happened also to the Duc: his device protruded half a foot beyond.
    "You'd best do as I did," Curval advised, "frig the child against your
prick, water your glans with his fuck."
    But the Duc found it more pleasant to impale two at the same time. He
besought his brother to fit Augustine in place, her buttocks were pressed
flush against Zephyr's thighs and the Duc, thus simultaneously fucking a
boy and a girl, as it were, to put yet a little more of the lubricious into
the thing, frigged Zephyr's prick on the pretty, round and fair buttocks of
Augustine, and soaked them with that child-fuck which, as may easily be
imagined, was mightily warmed by such treatment and soon spattered
abundantly out.
    Curval, who found the general perspective very inviting, and who spied
the Duc's ass, open wide and fairly yawning for a prick - as does the ass
of every bugger at those instants his prick is up - Curval, I say, drew up
to repay him in kind for what he had received the previous evening, and the
dear Duc no sooner felt the voluptuous joltings occasioned by this
intromission, than his fuck, taking wing at almost the same time Zephyr's
departed him, splashed the lower edges of the temple whose columns Zephyr
was wetting. But Curval did not discharge, and withdrawing his proud and
mettlesome engine from the Duc's bum, he menaced the Bishop, who was
likewise frigging himself between Giton's thighs, threatening to make him
undergo the fate the Duc had just experienced. The Bishop hurls a
challenge, 'tis accepted, battle is joined, the Bishop is embuggered and,
between the thighs of the pretty child he is caressing, goes on deliciously
to lose a draught of libertine fuck most deliciously wheedled out of him.
However, a benevolent spectator to it all, Durcet, having no one but Hebe
and the duenna to attend to his needs, and although nearly dead drunk, was
by no means wasting his opportunities and was quietly perpetrating infamies
the proper time has not yet come to disclose. But calm finally descended
over the field, the warriors slumbered, and woke again at six, the hour
when Duclos' gifted tongue was to lay the foundation for new pleasures.
    The quatrains that evening featured certain sexual changes: that is to
say, all the girls were costumed as sailors, the little boys as tarts; the
effect was ravishing, nothing quickens lust like this voluptuous little
reversal; adorable to find in a little boy what causes him to resemble a
girl, and the girl is far more interesting when for the sake of pleasing
she borrows the sex one would like her to have. Each friend had his wife on
his couch that day; they exchanged congratulations upon that very religious
arrangement, and everyone being ready to listen, Duclos resumed her lewd
stories.
    There was, at Madame Guerin's, a certain girl of about thirty, blond,
rather heavy-set, but unusually fair and healthy; her name was Aurore, she
had a charming mouth, fine teeth, and a voluptuous tongue, but - and who
would believe such a thing? - whether because of a faulty education, or
owing to a weak stomach, from that adorable mouth there used constantly,
incessantly to erupt prodigious quantities of wind, and above all after she
had eaten a heartly meal, she was capable, for the space of an hour, of
blowing a stream of belches powerful enought to turn a windmill. But they
are right who declare no fault exists that is not a little appreciated by
someone, and our fine lass, thanks to this one, had one of the most ardent
suitors: he was a learned and grave professor of Scholasticism at the
Sorbonne who, tired of wasting his time proving the existence of God in his
school, would sometimes come to our brothel to convince himself of the
existence of his dear God's creatures. He would send prior notice of his
intended arrival, and Aurore would feed like one dying of hunger. Curious
to see that pious colloquy, I fly to the spy hole: my lovers greet one
another, I observe a few preliminary caresses all directed upon the mouth,
then most delicately our rhetor seats his companion in a chair, seats
himself opposite her and, taking her hands, deposits his relics between
them, sad old vestiges they were, in the most deplorable state.
    "Act," he enjoins her, "act, my lovely one. Act; you know by what means
I may be drawn from this languid condition, I beg you to adopt them with
all dispatch, for I feel myself pressed mightily to proceed."
    With one hand she fondles the doctor's flabby tool, with the other she
draws his head to hers, glues her lips to his mouth and in no time at all
she has, one after another, shot sixty great belches down his gullet.
Impossible to represent the ecstasy of this servant of God; he was in the
clouds, he inhaled, he swallowed everything that came his way, you'd have
thought the very idea of losing the least puff of air would have distressed
him, and whilst all this was going on, his hands roamed inquiringly over my
colleague's breasts and under her petticoat, but these fingerings were no
more than episodic; the unique and capital object was that mouth
overwhelming him with sighs and digestive rumblings. His prick finally
enlarged by the voluptuous vibrations the ceremony caused to be born in
him, he discharged into my companion's hand, and ran off to deliver a
lecture, protesting as he went that never had he enjoyed himself more.
    Some time after this, a rather more extraordinary man came to the house
with a particular problem in mind, and it well deserves to be mentioned in
this catalogue of natural wonders. Guerin had, that day, urged me to eat,
had all but forced me to eat as copiously as, not long before, I had seen
Aurora dine. Guerin took care to have me served everything she knew I liked
best, and having forewarned me, as we rose from table, of everything I
should have to do for the elderly libertine with whom she intended to match
me, she had me swallow down three grains of emetic dissolved in a glass of
warm water. The old sinner arrived, he was a brothel-hound I had seen
dozens of times before without bothering to find out what he came to do. He
embraces me, drives a dirty and disgusting tongue into my mouth, and the
action of the emetic I'd drunk is complemented by his stinking breath. He
sees my stomach's about to rise, he's in ecstasy. "Courage, dearie," he
cries, "be brave, never fear, I don't propose to lose a drop of it." Being
foreadvised of all he expects of me, I seat him on the couch, lay his head
to rest on the edge of it; his thighs are separated, I unbutton his
breeches, drag out a slack, stunted instrument that betrays no sign of
stiffening, I shake, squeeze, pull it, he opens his mouth: all the while
frigging him, all the while receiving the touches of his impudicious hands
which stray over my buttocks, at point-blank I launch into his mouth the
imperfectly digested dinner that vomitive has fetched up from my stomach.
Our man is beside himself, he rolls his eyes, pants, bolts down the spew,
goes to my lips to seek more of the impure ejaculation that intoxicates
him, he does not indeed miss a drop, and when it seems to him the operation
is in danger of ending, he provokes a repetition of it by dexterously
inserting his appalling tongue into my mouth, and his prick, that prick
I've scarcely been able to touch because of my convulsive retchings, that
prick doubtless warmed by nothing but such infamies, grows purple, rises up
of itself, and weeps into my fingers the unsuspected proof of the
impressions these foul activities have made upon it.
    "Ah, by God's balls," said Curval, "that's a very delicious passion
indeed, but none the less susceptible of improvement."
    "And how?" asked Durcet in a voice broken by signs of lubricity.
    "How?" Curval repeated, "why, by the choice of food and of partner."
    "Partner? Oh, but of course. You'd prefer a Fanchon."
    "To be sure!"
    "And the food?" Durcet continued, while Adelaide frigged him.
    "Food?" the President murmured, "why, I think I'd force her to give me
back, and in the same manner, what I'd just introduced into her."
    "That is to say," stammered the financier, beginning to lose all
control of himself, "you'd spew into her mouth, she'd swallow and then have
to blow it back at you?"
    "Precisely."
    And each rushing into his closet, the President with Fanchon,
Augustine, and Zelamir; Durcet with Desgranges, Rosette, and Invictus:
proceedings were halted for roughly thirty minutes. Then the two lechers
returned.
    "Ah," the Duc said chidingly to Curval, the first to reappear, "you've
been up to some nastiness or other?"
    "Ah, a little of this, a little of that," the President replied, "it's
my life's happiness, you know. I've not much patience with mild or tidy
pleasures."
    "But I trust you were also purged of a little fuck?"
    "Enough of that nonsense," the President said, "do you suppose everyone
is like you, flinging fuck this way and that every six minutes? Why no, I
leave those efforts and that unconscionable prodigality to you and to
vigorous champions like Durcet," he went on, watching the financier stagger
weakily from his closet.
    "Yes," said Durcet, "yes, it's true, there was no resisting the girl.
Desgranges is so filthy in word, deed, and body, she is so adroit, so
suitable in every way . . ."
    "Well, Duclos," the Duc said, "go on with your story, for if we don't
quiet him down, the indiscreet little fellow will tell us everything he
did, and never once consider what a dreadful breach of good manners it is
to boast of the favors one has received from a pretty woman."
    And Duclos obediently returned to her tale.
    Since, said our chronicler, these gentlemen are so fond of that kind of
drollery, I greatly regret they were unable to restrain their enthusiasism
yet another minute, for the effects of what I have still to relate this
evening might, it seems to me, have better found their mark. Precisely that
which Monsieur le President declared to be lacking to the perfection of the
passion I have just described was entirely present in the one that follows;
what a pity, I repeat, that I was unable to get to it in time. The example
of the elderly President de Saclanges affords, in every particular and word
for word, all the singularity Monsieur de Curval appeared to desire. By way
of a partner for him, Guerin had chosen the dean of our chapter: a tall,
sturdy lass of about thirty-six, a great and chronic drunk, loutish, foul-
mouthed, rather a fishmonger's wife, although by no means unattractive; the
good President arrives, they are served supper, both get blind drunk, both
become unreasonable, one vomits in the other's mouth, the one swallows the
stuff, then the other vomits into the mouth of the first, now he swallows,
and so forth and so on, and they finally collapse into the supper's debris,
that is to say, into the filth they've just splashed all over the floor.
And then I am sent into the fray, for my co-worker has not an ounce of
strength left, indeed she has lost consciousness. But this, however, is the
crucial moment from the libertine's point of view: I find him prone, his
prick straight and hard as a crowbar; I seize his instrument, the President
stammers, swears, draws me to him, sucks my mouth, and discharges like a
bull, the while twisting and turning and continuing to wallow in his
ordure.
    The same girl, somewhat later, participated in a drama which was surely
not much less filthy; a monk of some consequence, who paid her very
liberally, threw himself astride her belly after having spread and
immobilized my companion's thighs by tying them to heavy articles of
furniture. Several kinds of food were brought in and served the monk, who
had the dainties placed on the girl's naked belly. The merry fellow then
picks up the morsels he is to eat, and dips them one by one in his
Dulcinea's open cunt, and only consumes them after they have been
completely impregnated with the spices the vagina secretes.
    "Ha!" cried the Bishop, "an entirely novel manner of dining."
    "And one which wouldn't suit you, eh, my Lord?" said Duclos.
    "By God's belly, no!" replied the man of the Church, "I'm not that fond
of the cunt."
    Very well, our storyteller replied, lend an ear to the item with which
I am going to close this evening's narrations, I am persuaded it will amuse
you more.
    I had been with Madame Guerin for eight years - had just reached the
age of seventeen - and during this period not a day had passed without my
seeing a certain farmer-general arrive at the house every morning and be
received with the warmest welcome. He was thought very highly of by the
management; a man of roughly sixty, rotund, short, he resembled Monsieur
Durcet in a good many points. Like Monsieur, he had an air of freshness and
youth, and was also plump; he required a different girl every day, and
those of the house were never used save in emergencies or when someone
contracted abroad failed to meet her appointment. Monsieur Dupont, so was
our financier called, was just as discriminating in his choice of girls as
he was fastidious in his tastes, he simply would not have a whore to attend
to his needs except in the rare and extreme cases I mentioned; he had to
have, on the contrary, working women, shopgirls, especially milliners or
seamstresses. Their age and coloring also had to meet specification: they
had to be between fifteen and eighteen, neither more or less, and, most
important of all, they needed to have a sweetly moldered ass, an ass so
absolutely clean that the least blemish, a mere grain of matter clinging at
the hole was sufficient grounds for rejection. When they were maids, he
paid twice as much.
    They had made plans for, and were that day actually expecting the
arrival of, a young lacemaker of sixteen whose ass was generally acclaimed
by connoisseurs as a true model of what an ass should be; Monsieur Dupont
did not know the treasure that was to be offered him, and as it turned out
the young lady had word sent that on this particular morning she was unable
to leave her parents' house and that matters would have to proceed without
her. Guerin, knowing Dupont had never set eyes on me, ordered me to dress
in a shopgirl's costume at once, to go out, take a cab at the end of the
street, and alight again at the brothel, all this fifteen minutes after
Dupont entered the house; I was to play my role with care and pass myself
for a milliner's apprentice. But the most important consideration of all
was the anise water: I was to fill my stomach at once with half a quart of
it, and directly afterward I was to drink the large glass of balsamic
liqueur she gave me; you shall shortly learn for what its effect was
intended. Everything went forward very smoothly; fortunately, we had been
given several hours' notice, and in this time were able to make thorough
preparations. I arrived at the house with a very silly air, I was presented
to the financier who directly scrutinized me very closely, but as I was
keeping a sharp eye on my conduct, he could discover nothing about my
person which might contradict the story that had been invented for him.
    "Is she a maid?" Dupont asks.
    "Not in that place," says Guerin, pointing to my belly, "but I will
answer for the other side."
    And it was a most impudent lie she told. Little does it matter; our man
believed her, and that alone was necessary.
    "Lift your skirts, hurry it up," says Dupont.
    And Guerin raises my skirts from behind, drawing me toward her as she
does so and thus entirely exposing the temple at which the libertine
performed his worship. He stares, for a moment he fingers my buttocks, he
spreads them with both hands, and evidently satisfied, he announces that
the ass is suitable for his purposes. Next, he asks me several questions
relating to my age, my trade, and content with my feigned innocence and the
look of having been born yesterday that I affect, he has me accompany him
to his apartment, for there was one reserved exclusively for him at
Guerin's: he did not like being observed while at work, he was certain not
to be in this place. Both of us having entered, he carefully shuts and
secures the door, considers me for a moment, then in a rather brutal
fashion - brutality characterized him throughout the scene - he inquired me
whether it were indeed true that I had never been fucked in the ass. As my
role called for total ignorance of the meaning of such an expression, I had
him repeat it, declared I still understood nothing, and when by means of
the most unambigious gestures he conveyed what he wished to say, I replied,
with a stimulated look fo fright and modesty, that I should be a very
unhappy girl indeed if ever I had lent myself to such infamies. Whereupon
he told me to remove my skirts, but only my skirts, and once I had obeyed
him, leaving my blouse down to hide my front, he raised it above my
buttocks to the height of my bodice; but while he was undressing me my
neckerchief slipped down, revealing my breasts. He became incensed.
    "Devil take those damned tits of yours," he cried; "who asked you for
tits? That's what I can't bear about these creatures, every single impudent
one of them is wild to show you her miserable bubs."
    Hastening to cover them over, I approached him to beg his pardon, but
observing that I was going to exhibit my cunt thanks to the posture I was
about to assume, he lost his temper a second time:
    "But, sweet Jesus! Can't you stay put?" he demanded, seizing my
haunches and turning me so that there was no danger he would catch a
glimpse of anything but my ass, "stay that way, fuck your eyes, I don't
care any more of your cunt than I do for your chest, your ass is all you
need with me."
    So saying, he stood up and guided me to the edge of the bed upon which
he installed me in such wise the upper half of my body rested on the bed,
then, seating himself on a very low stool, he found himself situated
between my wide-flung legs and his head on a level with my ass. He peers at
me for another instant, then, deciding I am not yet adjusted as I ought to
be, up he gets, fetches a cushion, fits it under my belly, thus arching my
ass more sharply; he sits down again, examines, and goes about everything
with the sangfroid and confidence of the seasoned and mature libertine. A
moment passes, then he grasps my two buttocks, spreads them, poses his open
mouth upon the hole, fastens his lips hermetically to it, and immediately,
pursuant to the signal he gives me and in obedience to the considerable
pressure that has built up within me, I unleash a booming fart, possibly
the most explosive one he has received in all his life; it shoots down his
gullet and he backs away, furious.
    "What the devil!" he cries, "so you are so bold as to fart into my
mouth, are you?"
    And he straightway claps his mouth to my asshole again.
    "Yes, Monsieur," I say as I release a second stifler, "that's how I
deal with gentlemen who kiss my ass."
    "Very well then! fart, if you must, you little rascal, since you can't
help it, fart, I say, fart as hard as you like and as often as you can."
    From this moment onward I cast off all restraint, nothing can express
the urgency of my desire to give vent to the boisterous winds produced by
the potion I had drunk earlier; our man is thrilled by them, he receives
some in his mouth, the others in his nostrils. After fifteen minutes of
this exercise, he lies down upon the couch, draws me to him, his nose still
wedged between my buttocks, orders me to frig him and meanwhile to continue
a ceremony which gives rise in him to such exquisite pleasures. I fart, I
frig, I manipulate a slack little prick neither much longer nor much
thicker than my finger, but by dint of buffets, jerks, and farts the
instrument finally stiffens. The augmentation of our gentleman's pleasure,
the critical instant's approach is announced by a new iniquity: it is now
his tongue that provokes my farts, 'tis his tongue that, like a flail,
darts deep into my anus in order to stir up the winds, 'tis against his
tongue he wants me to blow those zephyrs, he becomes unreasonable, he is no
longer in possession of his wits, 'tis clear, and his wretched little
engine sadly sprinkles seven or eight drops of watery, brownish sperm upon
my fingers; and now he is restored to his senses. But as his native
brutality fomented his distraction, so now it replaces it at once, and he
barely gives me enough time to readjust myself. He scolds, he mutters and
swears, in one word he offers me the abhorrent image of vice that has
slaked its thirst, and I am made the butt of that unthinking indelicacy
which, once its glitter has paled, seeks to find revenge in scorn for the
worshiped object that latterly captivated the senses.
    "Now that's a man I prefer to all the others," said the Bishop. "And do
you know if he had his little sixteen-year-old apprentice the next day?"
    "Yes, Monseigneur, he did indeed, and the day after that a maid of
fifteen far prettier yet. As few men used to pay as much, few were better
served."
    This passion having stimulated heads so well acquainted with that
species of disorder, and having put them in mind of a taste they all
relished. Messieurs simply could not bear waiting any longer to make use of
it. Each of them plucked what windy fruits there were to be had, neglecting
no likely sources, then supper arrived, with their gourmandizing pleasures
they blended nearly all the infamies they had just heard described, the Duc
got Fanchon tipsy and had the befuddled old thing vomit into his mouth,
Durcet had the whole harem fart, and in the course of the evening swallowed
at least threescore mouthfuls of unwholesome air. As for Curval, in whose
brain all kinds of extravagances danced gaily, he declared he was moved to
perform some solitary orgies and went off to the remote boudoir,
accompanied by Fanchon, Marie, Desgranges, and thirty bottles of Champagne
wine. Later on, all four had to be carried back into society, for they were
discovered floating in a very tide of their own ordures, and the President
was found asleep, his mouth fastened to that of Desgranges, who was still
wearily retching into it. The three other friends aquitted themselves no
less brilliantly, performing feats in like kind or somewhat different; they
too had spent their orgy period drinking, they had got the little girls to
fart, I truly haven't space to tell you all they did, and had it not been
for Duclos, who coolly kept her wits about her, who when it was abandoned
by the others assumed the government of the revels, preserved order, and
put the merrymakers to bed, I repeat that had it not been for Duclos, it is
very probable indeed that rosy-fingered Dawn, opening the gates of Apollo's
palace, would have found them lying still plunged in their excrements,
rather more after the example of swine than like heroes.
    Needful only of rest, each lay by himself that night, and cradled in
Morpheus' arms, recovered a little strength for the strenuous new day
ahead.




THE SEVENTH DAY
    The friends had ceased to participate in Duclos' nine o'clock lessons.
Wearied from the night's riot, fearing, furthermore, lest some operation
might result in loss of fuck at that very early hour, and esteeming,
finally, that this ceremony was accelerating their indifference to joys and
to objects whose interest and integrity it was surely to their advantage to
preserve for a while, they agreed that instead of one of themselves, one of
the fuckers would hereafter take his turn at the morning exercises.
    The inspection and searches were conducted, only one little girl was
wanting to make all eight of them eligible for correction, and she was the
lovely and intriguing Sophie, a child accustomed to fulfilling all her
duties; however ridiculous they may have seemed to her, she respected them
none the less, but Durcet, who had earlier conferred with Louison, her
governess, so artfully caused her to tumble into the snare that she was
declared to be at fault and was as a consequence added to the fatal
register. The sweet Aline, equally subjected to close scrutiny, was also
judged guilty, and so it was that the evening's list contained mention of
the eight little girls, four of the little boys, and two from among the
wives.
    These tasks accomplished, Messieurs concentrated their thoughts upon
the marriage highlighting the festival that marked the end of the first
week. No chapel permissions were granted that day, Monseigneur clad himself
pontifically, they betook themselves to the altar. The Duc, representing
the bride's father, and Curval, who represented the young groom's, led
forth Michette and Giton. Both were extraordinarily arrayed in the most
formal dress, but also reversedly, that is to say, the little boy was
costumed as a girl, the little girl wore boy's clothes. We regret to say
that the sequence we originally established for the treatment of our matter
obliges us to postpone yet a little longer the pleasure the reader will
doubtless take in learning the details of this religious ceremony; but the
appropriate moment for disclosing them will surely arrive, and probably
fairly soon.
    Messieurs passed into the salon. It was while awaiting the hour of
dinner our four libertines, encloseted with that charming little couple,
had them remove their clothing, and obliged them mutually to perform
everything in the sphere of matrimonial ritual their age permitted, with
the single exception of the introduction of the virile member into the
little girl's vagina, which introduction could perfectly well have been
effected, for the boy stiffened very satisfactorily, but he was held in
check in order that nothing might happen to spoil a flower destined for
plucking by others. But, apart from that, they were allowed to finger and
caress one another; young Michette polluted her little husband and Giton,
aided by his masters, frigged his little wife as nicely as you please.
However, they were both beginning to realize full well the bondage they
were in, and this recognition prevented voluptuous joy, even that joy their
young years permitted them to experience, from being born in their little
hearts.
    They dined, the bride and the groom assisted at the wedding feast, but
at coffee, heads having waxed hot over them, they were stripped naked, as
were Zelamir, Cupidon, Rosette, and Colombe, who were serving coffee.
Thigh-fuckery having become fashionable at this time of day, Curval laid
hands on the husband, the Duc captured his bride, and the two men enthighed
the couple on the spot. The Bishop, who since coffee had been brought in
had taken a liking to him, now fell ravenously upon the charming Zelamir's
behind, which he tongued, sucked, and whence he elicited farts, and he soon
managed to transpierce the little fellow in the same way, while Durcet
committed his preferred little villainies upon Cupidon's charming behind.
Our two principal athletes did not discharge; one of them soon had Rosette
in his clutches, the other Colombe, they slipped their pricks between the
children's legs and, just as they had with Michette and Giton, ordered them
to frig, with their pretty little hands and in accordance with the
instruction they had been receiving, those monstrous prick ends thrusting
beyond their crotches and out into space; and while the youngsters toiled
away, the libertines comfortably fingered their helpers' delicious, fresh
little assholes. And still no fuck shed; Messieurs knew full well what
delicious chores lay ahead that evening, they proceeded circumspectly. The
young couple's privileges were abrogated, their marriage, although made in
keeping with every formality, became no more than a jest; they each of them
returned to their quatrains, and the company established itself in the
auditorium. Duclos took up her story.
    A man with more or less the same predilections as the financier whose
exploits terminated yesterday evening's recital shall be the athlete whom,
may it please your Lordships, today's shall begin. He was a crown attorney
of some sixty years and not only were his eccentricities unusual, but for
practicing them he would have none but women older than he. Guerin gave him
one of her friends, an aged procuress whose withered buttocks bore a
powerful likeness to a crumple of old parchment being used to keep tobacco
moist. Such, notwithstanding, was to be the object employed for our
libertine's offerings. He knelt down before that decrepit bum and kissed it
lovingly; farts were blown up his nose, he waxed ecstatic, opened his
mouth, the lady opened her vent, his tongue went enthusiastically in quest
of the mellow winds soughing in that tunnel. He could not resist the
delirium into which the operation was plunging him. From his breeches he
has brought out an ancient, pale, shriveled little device, an object as
ill-favored as the one he deifies. "Ah! Fart, my old sweetie, fart
thoughtlessly, fart abundantly," he cries, frigging himself with all his
strength. "Fart, my love, for only thy little farts will break the spell
binding this slumbering prince." The procuress redoubles her efforts, and,
drunk with joy, the libertine surrenders his burden: between his goddess'
legs fall two or three unhappy droplets of the sperm responsible for the
whole of his delight.
    O terrible effect of example! Who would have believed it? At the very
same instant, and quite as if they had received a signal, all four of our
libertines individually summon the duennas of their quadrilles. They lay
eager hands upon those foul and rammy asses, solicit farts, obtain them,
and are fully prepared to be just as happy as the crown attorney, but
restrain themselves, for they remember the pleasures awaiting them at the
orgies; whereupon they dismiss each his Venus, and Duclos continues:
    I shall lay little emphasis upon the following passions, said that
amiable creature, for I realize that there are not many in your midst,
Messieurs, who are its votaries; however, you have commanded me to tell
everything, and I obey. A very young man, a young man with a very handsome
face, used to find it vastly amusing to lick out my cunt once a month, and
at a certain period. I would be lying on my back, my legs flung wide, he
used to kneel in front of me and suck, with both hands lifting my flanks so
as to bring my cunt to within easy reach. He swallowed both fuck and blood,
for he managed so adroitly, worked with such good will, and was such a
pretty lad I used to discharge. He would frig himself, would be in seventh
heaven, nothing evidently could afford him so much pleasure, and the
hottest, the most ardent discharge, performed while in action, used always
to convince me of his high humor. The following day he would usually see
Aurore, not long afterward it would be my sister, and in the course of the
month he would pass us all in review, and he doubtless made the rounds of
every other whorehouse in Paris at the same time.
    But, Messieurs, I believe you will concur in my judgment when I say
that the aforementioned caprice is no more singular than that of another
gentleman, an old friend of Guerin, who had been furnishing him for years.
She assured us that all his joy consisted in eating expelled ovulations and
in lapping up miscarriages; he would be notified whenever a girl found
herself in that case, he would rush to the house and swallow the embryo,
half swooning with satisfaction.
    "I knew that particular man," said Curval. "His existence and his
tastes are as authentic as anything else in the world."
    "Perhaps," said the Bishop. "And I know something just as certain as
your man, and that is I'd not imitate him."
    "And why, pray tell?" asked the President. "I am convinced it would
produce a lively discharge, and were Constance to grant me her kind
permission, for I hear she's gravid now, why, I can promise her I'll fetch
Monsieur her son along before he's fully done, and I'll toss him off like a
sardine."
    "Oh, all the world knows your horror of pregnant women," cried
Constance, "and everyone also knows you only got rid of Adelaide's mother
because she conceived a second time, and if Julie were to take my advice,
she'd be careful."
    "Why yes, 'tis perfectly true that I am not fond of progeny," quoth
Curval, "and that when the beast is laden it quickens a furious loathing in
me, but to imagine I killed my wife on that account is to be gravely
mistaken. Bitch that you are, get it into your head that I have no need of
reasons in order to kill a woman, above all a bitch that, were she mine,
I'd very surely keep from whelping."
    Constance and Adelaide fell to weeping, and this brief dialogue
revealed something of the secret hatred the President bore for the charming
wife of the Duc who, for his part, very far from supporting her in
discussion, replied to Curval, saying that he ought perfectly well to know
that he, Blangis, was equally illdisposed to offspring, and that although
Constance was pregnant, she had not yet given birth. And at this point
Constance's tears flowed all the faster; she was on her father's couch, and
Durcet, not taxing himself to comfort her, advised her daughter that if she
did not cease her blubbering that instant, her state notwithstanding, he
was going to boot her ass out of the auditorium. The hapless creature shed
inwardly upon her heart the tears wherewith she was reproached, and was
content to say: "Alas, Great God! very wretched am I, but 'tis my fate, I
must endure it." Adelaide, who had also been weeping away on the Duc's
couch and whose distress the Duc had been moving heaven and earth to
increase, also managed to dry her tears, and this scene, somewhat tragical
although very mirthful to our four libertines' villainous souls, ground to
an end, and Duclos resumed her tale:
    In Guerin's establishment there was a room most curiously constructed,
and it was always used by one man. It had a double floor, and this narrow
between-stories area, where there was only space enough to lie down, served
to lodge the uncommon breed of libertine in the interests of whose passion
I had regular employment. He would take a girl and, descending through a
trap door, would lie down and arrange himself in such a manner his head was
directly below a hole that had been bored in the floor above; the girl
accompanying him had the single chore of frigging him, and I, located
above, had simply to do the same thing for a second man. The hole, obscure
and seemingly a natural flaw in the planks, remained uncovered as if
through negligence, and I, acting at the behest of tidiness, eager to avoid
spotting the floor, would while manualizing my man direct his fuck so that
it fell through the hole and, consequently, upon the face of the gentleman
below. It was all managed with such skill nothing seemed out of place, and
the operation would be a success each time: at the moment the fuck frigged
from the person above splashed upon the nose of the person being frigged
below, the latter would unleash his own, and that was all there was to it.
    However, the elderly dame I mentioned not long ago reappeared, but she
was to be pitted against a different champion. This new one, a man of about
fifty, had her remove her clothes and then licked out every orifice in her
old corpse: ass, cunt, mouth, nostrils, armpits, ears, he omitted nothing,
and with each sucking the rascal swallowed whatever he obtained. And he
went further still, he had her chew slices of pastry which he would then
have out of her mouth and into his, and swallow. He would have her keep
mouthfuls of wine she had gargled or swished about, he would have them from
her, and drink them too; and all the while his prick would be so furiously
erected that the fuck seemed ready to fly all unaided. Finally he would
sense the crucial instant's arrival and, hurling himself upon the crone, he
would thrust his tongue at least six inches into her asshole and discharge
like a madman.
    "Ah, by God!" said Curval, "will you now say that youth and pretty
looks are indispensable to an elicitation of fuck? Why, once again 'tis the
filthy act that causes the greatest pleasure: and the filthier it be, the
more voluptuously fuck is shed."
    "Those are the piquant salts," Durcet concurred, "which as they are
exhaled from the object serving our lust, enter us and irritate our animal
spirits, put them in a commotion; well now, who is it doubts that
everything derelict, maculate, or stinking secretes a greater quantity of
these salts and hence has a greater capacity for stimulating and
determining our discharge?"     This thesis was soberly discussed for a
little while; as there was a quantity of work to be done after supper, it
was served earlier than was customary, and at dessert the little girls,
every one of them condemned to do penance, departed for the salon where
they were to be corrected together with the four boys and the two wives who
also lay under sentence. That made fourteen victims: the eight girls, whose
names the reader knows, Adelaide and Aline, and four youths: Narcisse,
Cupidon, Zelamir, and Giton. Already drunk with anticipation of the
particular delight that was awaiting them and of which they were incredibly
fond, they completed their intoxication by imbibing a prodigious amount of
wine and liqueurs, and then removed to the salon where the patients were
awaiting them, and such was Messieurs' common state, so besotted were they,
in such lecherous fury did they enter, that there is surely no one in the
wide world who would have wished to exchange places with those unlucky
culprits.
    Attendance at the orgies was that day confined to the delinquents and
the four elders who were there as servants; everyone was naked, everyone
trembled, everyone was weeping and wondering what to expect when the
President, taking his seat in a tall armchair, bade Durcet announce the
name of each criminal, and cite his offense. Durcet's face was as wrathful
as his colleague's, he took up the register and undertook to read from it,
but encountered difficulties and was unable to proceed; the Bishop came to
his rescue, and although quite as drunk as the banker, held his wine with
greater success and in a loud voice read one after the other the names of
the guilty and their faults; and after each citation the President
pronounced sentence in keeping with the physical faculties and age of the
criminal, but the punishment decreed was in every instance severe all the
same. This ceremony concluded, punishment was inflicted. We are in despair,
for here we are once again forced by the design or our history to make a
little detour: yes, we must for the time being omit describing those
lubricious corrections, but our readers will not hold it against us; they
appreciate our inability to give them complete satisfaction at the present
moment; but they can be sure of it, their time will come.
    The ceremony lasted a very long time. There were fourteen subjects to
punish, and some very pleasant episodes interrupted the proceedings. No
doubt of it, everything was delicious, for our scoundrels discharged, all
four of them, and retired so weary, so drunk with wine and pleasure, that
had it not been for the four fuckers who came to fetch them, they might not
have reached their chambers where, despite all they had just accomplished,
further lewd exploits were performed.
    The Duc, who had Adelaide for his bed companion that night, did not
want her. She had been one of the delinquents punished, and punished so
well by him that he, having poured out every drop of his fuck in her honor,
had no more need of her that evening and, relegating her to a mattress on
the floor, he gave her place to Duclos, more firmly installed in his good
graces than ever.




THE EIGHTH DAY
    The previous day's examples having made a deep impression, no one was
found, no one could be found wanting the next day. The lessons continued,
they were executed upon the fuckers, and as the day produced no outstanding
event until coffee, we will begin our account with that little rite. Coffee
was served by Augustine, Zelmire, Narcisse, and Zephyr. The thigh-fuckeries
began again, Curval laid hands on Zelmire, the Duc on Augustine, and after
having admired and kissed their pretty buttocks which, I truly don't know
why, that day possessed a charm, an attraction, a blush of vermilion the
friends had not hitherto remarked, after, I say, our libertines had
thoroughly kissed and caressed those exquisite little asses, farts were
elicited from them; the Bishop, who had Narcisse in his grip, had already
procured himself some, Zephyr's could be heard spluttering into Durcet's
mouth - why not imitate them? Zelmire succeeded, but Augustine had striven
with might and main, the Duc had threatened her with another Saturday
martyrdom, with punishment as severe as what she had just suffered the day
before, but strains and struggles, menaces and imprecations were all in
vain, nothing emerged from the poor little creature, she was already in
tears when a driblet at length appeared and satisfied the Duc who inhaled
the aroma and, highly pleased with this mark of docility in the pretty
child of whom he was so fond, he camped his enormous engine between her
thighs, then withdrew it as he was about to discharge, and totally
inundated her two buttocks. Curval had done the same to Zelmire, but the
Bishop and Durcet contented themselves with what is known as the little
goosing; later, their nap over, they passed into the auditorium, where the
splendid Duclos, arrayed that day in everything that could most
successfully cause an observer to forget her age, appeared even lovelier
under the candlelight, and our libertines, grown very hot with much looking
at her, were loath to allow her to ascend to the platform without first
having her exhibit her buttocks to the assembly.
    "A magnificent ass, upon my soul," said Curval.
    "Oh, indeed, my friend," said Durcet, "I warrant there are few better
to be seen."
    These encomiums heard, our heroine lowered her skirts, took her seat,
and resumed her story in such wise as the reader shall observe, if he be
pleased to continue, which we advise that he do for the sake of his
pleasure.
    A reflection and an event were responsible, Messieurs, for the shift in
battlefields; the digladiations I shall from now on relate were performed
in other surroundings. The reflection was a most simple one: I remarked the
lamentable condition of my purse, and straightway was set to thinking. I
had been nine years at Madame Guerin's, and although, during that time, I
had disbursed very little, I now found myself without even a hundred louis;
that woman, extremely clever and never once deaf to the pleading of her own
welfare, always found a way to pocket two-thirds of the house's receipts
and to impose additional deductions upon the remainder. These practices
displeased me and, subject to repeated solicitations from another
procuress, Madame Fournier, who wanted nothing more than to have me settle
down with her, and knowing that this Fournier received elderly debauchees
of a higher tone and greater means than Guerin's clientele, I decided to
take my leave of the one and throw in my lot with the other. As for the
event which lent support to my ideas, it was the loss of my sister: I had
grown very attached to her, and I could no longer remain in a house where
everything reminded me of her but whence she was absent.
    For nearly six months that dear sister had been receiving visits from a
tall, dark, and silent man whose face I found exceedingly disagreeable.
They would retire together, and I do not know how they passed their time,
for never did my sister want to discuss what they did, and never did they
cavort in a place where I could view their commerce. In any event, she came
into my room one fine morning, embraced me, and said that her fortune was
made, she was to be the mistress of the tall man I disliked, and I learned
only that the deciding factor in her conquest was the beauty of her
buttocks. And with that she gave me her address, settled her accounts with
Guerin, gave each of us a farewell kiss, and left. You may be sure that I
did not fail to go the indicated address, for I wished to see her. It was
two days after her departure; I arrived, asked for my sister, and my
request was answered by shrugs and blank expressions. I saw perfectly clear
that my sister had been duped, for I could not imagine she would have
deprived me of the pleasure of her company. When I related the thing to
Guerin and complained of what had happened, a malign smile crept over her
face. She refused to explain herself; hence I concluded she was embroiled
in this mysterious adventure but did not want me to become involved in it.
It all had a deep effect upon me and brought a swift end to my unresolve;
as, Messieurs, I shall have no occasion to speak of that beloved sister in
future, I may say now that, notwithstanding the inquiries I had made and
the lengths to which I went to find her, I was never able to discover what
had become of her.
    "I dare say not," Desgranges observed, "for, twenty-four hours after
having left you, she was no longer alive. No, she did not deceive you;
rather, she was herself deceived. But, as you surmised, Guerin knew what
was afoot."
    "Merciful Heavens! what are you telling me?" cried Duclos. "Alas!
though deprived of the sight of her, I still imagined she was alive."
    "Most erroneously," Desgranges replied. "She told you the strict truth:
it was indeed the beauty of her buttocks, the astonishing superiority of
that memorable ass that procured her the adventure in which she flattered
herself a fortune was to be earned, but wherein she gained death only."
    "And the tall silent man?" Duclos asked.
    "He was no more than the courtier in the story, he was working for
another."
    "Yet, I tell you, he saw her assiduously for six months."
    "In order to deceive her," Desgranges answered; "but go on with your
tale, these clarifications might prove tedious to their Lordships, and
should they wish to hear more of the matter, they may rest assured the
anecdote will figure in my depositions."
    "And spare us any emotional demonstrations, Duclos," said the Duc
dryly, upon noticing that it was all she could do to keep back a few
involuntary tears, "we don't much care for regrets and grievings, you know;
as a matter of fact, all the works of Nature could be blown to hell and
we'd not emit so much as a sigh. Leave tears to idiots and children, and
may they never soil the cheeks of a clearheaded, clear-thinking woman, the
sort we esteem."
    With these words, our heroine took herself in hand and resumed her
narrative at once.
    Owing to the two reasons I have just presented to your Lordships, I
made up my mind to leave; Fournier offered me better accommodations, a far
more interesting table, much more remunerative although more arduous work,
an equal share in the receipts, and service charges. I went to her at once.
At that time she occupied an entire house, and five pretty young girls
composed her seraglio; I made the sixth. You will allow me to proceed again
as earlier I did when describing Guerin's establishment: I will not portray
my companions-at-arms until one by one they step into the arena.
    On the morrow of my arrival, I was given a project, for Fournier ran a
bustling house, people came and went all the time, each of us would often
receive five or six clients in the space of a day; but I shall continue, as
I have until now, to select none but those who, by dint of singularity or
piquancy, are apt to arrest your attention.
    The first man I welcomed in my new habitation was a disbursing
official, aged about fifty. He had me kneel by the bed with my chin resting
on its edge; he established himself on the bed, kneeling also, and above
me. He frigged his prick squarely into my mouth, commanding me to keep it
wide open; I lost not a drop, and the bawdy fellow was prodigiously amused
by the contortions and efforts to vomit this disgusting mouthwash caused in
me.
    You will perhaps prefer me to group the four other adventures in this
category I had at Madame Fournier┤s, although you understand, Messieurs,
that these encounters were separated in time. I am certain the telling will
be far from displeasing to Monsieur Durcet, and perhaps very opportune, and
for the rest of the evening he will most kindly permit me to entertain him
with accounts of a passion for which he has enthusiasm, and which procured
me the honor of making his acquaintance.
    "What's this?" exclaimed Durcet; "you are going to have me play a role
in your story?"
    "With your gracious leave, my Lord," Duclos replied. "I shall simply
advise Messieurs when I reach the point where you make your entrance."
    "But my modesty . . . oh dear, oh dear! Before these little girls, do
you mean you intend to disclose all my turpitudes to their innocent
hearing?"
    And everyone having chuckled over the financier's whimsical fears,
Duclos resumed her narrative.
    Another libertine, much older and in a different way digusting,
succeeded the one I mentioned a moment ago, and came to give me a second
representation of the same mania; he had me stretch out naked upon a bed,
stretched out himself, his head to my toe, popped his prick in my mouth and
his tongue in my cunt, and having adopted this attitude, bade me make
return for the voluptuous titillations he declared his tongue was very
certainly going to procure for me. I sucked as best I could; he had my
pucelage, he licked, bubbled, splashed about and, without doubt, in all
these maneuvers, labored infinitely more in his own behalf than in mine.
Whatever may have been the truth, I felt nothing, and was exceedingly happy
not to be horribly revolted by the whole affair; there ensued the roue's
discharge, an operation which, in accordance with Fournier's earnest
wishes, for she had given me foreknowledge of everything, an operation, I
say, which I strove to make as lubricious as possible by sucking, by
wringing the juice from his prick with my lips, by swishing it about in my
mouth, and by running my hand over his buttocks and tickling his anus,
which last detail, he indicated, pleased him very much, and which he
performed on me in turn as best he could. . . . The business completed, our
man beat his retreat, assuring Madame Fournier that never yet had he been
outfitted with a girl who gave him more satisfaction than I.
    Shortly after this latest of my exploits, an old witch of about seventy
came to our house; I was curious to know what brought her to us, she seemed
to have an expectant air, and, yes, I was told that she was awaiting a
customer. Extremely eager to see to what purpose the old bag of bones was
going to be put, I asked my companions whether there were not a room from
which one might have a view of the bouts, as had been possible at Guerin's.
One of my friends replied that indeed such facilities were available and
led me to a chamber equipped with not one, but two holes; we took our
posts, and this is what we saw and heard, for the wall was no more than a
thin partition, and sound traversed it so easily we lost not a word. The
old dame arrived first. She looked at herself in a mirror, primped, made
adjustments, as if she fancied her charms were yet capable of conquering. A
few minutes later, in walked this Chloδ's Daphnis; he was sixty at the
most, a tax commissioner, a man who was very comfortably well off and who
preferred spending his money upon worn-out sluts, old trash like this,
rather than upon pretty girls; and why? 'Twas a singularity of taste you
say that you understand, Messieurs, and indeed you explain the thing
admirably. He advances, surveying his Dulcinea; she makes him a bow of
deepest respect.
    "No nonsense, you old bitch," says the rake, "I don't care for elegant
manners. Get out of your clothes. . . . But wait just one moment. Have you
any teeth?"
    "No, Sire, not a one is left in my head," quoth the lady, opening her
foul old mouth. "See for yourself, may it please your Lordship."
    Whereupon up steps his Lordship and, grasping her head, he deposits
upon her lips one of the most passionate kisses I have seen in all my life;
not merely did he kiss, but he sucked, he devoured, most amorously he
darted his tongue far, far into that putrid gullet, and the dear old
grandmother, of whom not so much had been made in many a long year, replied
with a tenderness which . . . I should have much difficulty describing to
you.
    "Very well," said the official, "that will do. Off with your clothes."
    Meanwhile, he too undoes his breeches and brings out a little dark and
wrinkled member about which there is nothing at all that promises an early
erection. However, the old girl is naked, and with unimaginable effrontery
comes up to offer her lover the sight of an ancient, yellow, and shriveled
body, dry, shapeless, and unfleshed, the full description whereof,
irrespective of your particular fancies in such matters, would so fill you
with horror it were better for me to say no more; but far from being
disgusted, repelled, upset by what greets his eye, our libertine is
positively enchanted; ecstatic, he seizes her, draws her to where he is
seated in a chair, manualizes her while waiting for her to remove a last
stitch of clothing, again darts his tongue into her mouth and, turning her
around, for a moment pays his respects to the other side of the coin. I
very distinctly saw him fondle her buttocks - but what am I saying?
buttocks? rather, I saw him manipulate the two wrinkled rags which fell in
waves and little ripples from her haunches and lay flapping on her thighs.
Well, such as they were he drew them apart, voluptuously fastened his lips
upon the infamous cloaca they enclosed, drove his tongue repeatedly
thereinto, and while he sweated happily over this ruin, she struggled to
give some firmness to the moribund device she was rattling.
    "Let's get to the heart of the matter," said her beloved; "without my
favorite stunts, all your attempts will be useless. You've been told?"
    "Yes, Monsieur, I have been told."
    "And you know you've got to swallow?"
    "Yes, my dearie, I'll swallow, oh yes, my little cabbage, my pet, down
it'll go, I'll devour every little drop my duckling makes."
    And therewith the libertine deposits her on the bed, her head lying
toward its foot, he straightway pops his limp engine between her gums,
drives doughtily in up to the balls, wriggles about until, seizing his
delight's legs and perching them upon his shoulders, his snout is nicely
lodged between the old creature's buttocks. His tongue wanders deep into
that exquisite hole; the honeybee going in quest of the rose's nectar sucks
not more voluptuously; the lady sucks too, our hero begins to stir. "Ah,
fuck!" he cries after a quarter of an hour of this libidinous calisthenic,
"suck me, suck me, suck and swallow it, you filthy buggress, swallow, for
it's coming, by Jesus' sweet face, it's coming, don't you feel it?" And
flinging kisses here and there, scattering kisses upon everything in sight,
thighs, vagina, buttocks, anus, everything gets licked, everything is
sucked, the old bitch gulps, and the poor old wreck, who withdraws as slack
a device as the one he inserted, and who has apparently discharged
unerected, goes tottering out all ashamed of his transports, and as
promptly as ever he can gains the door in order to avoid the sobering sight
of the appalling object which has just seduced him in his weakness.
    "And the old bitch?" inquired the Duc.
    The old bitch coughed, spat, blew her nose, dressed with all possible
dispatch, and left.
    A few days later, the same companion thanks to whom I had been able to
enjoy witnessing this scene had her turn. She was a blond girl of about
sixteen, with the world's most interesting physiognomy; I eagerly seized
the opportunity to see her at work. The man with whom she was to hold
conference was at least as old as the tax commissioner. He had her kneel
between his legs, immobilized her head by catching hold of her ears, and
snapped into her startled mouth a prick which looked to me to be dirtier
and more unappetizing than a rag left to soak in the gutter. Observing that
frightful morsel approaching her clean healthy lips, my poor colleague was
moved to back away, but it was not for nothing our gentleman held her like
a spaniel by the ears.
    "What the devil's this?" he muttered. "Are you going to be difficult?"
    And threatening to summon Fournier, who had doubtless recommended the
most conciliatory attitude to her, he triumphed over her hesitations. She
opens her lips, retreats, opens them again and finally, gagging and
spluttering, accepts into that sweetest of mouths that most infamous of
relics; from this point onward, the villain's speech was exceedingly rude.
    "Ah, you little slut!" he shouted in a rage, "you've got scruples, have
you, about sucking the finest prick in France? You suppose, do you, that
one's got to wash one's balls just for your sake? Well, fuck you, bitch:
suck, do you hear? suck the sweetmeat."
    Waxing very hot thanks to these sarcasms and the revulsion he noticed
he was inspiring my companion, for true it is, Messieurs, that the loathing
you quicken in us becomes the gadfly that arouses your pleasure, stings
your lust; waxing most ardent, I say, the libertine plunged into an ecstasy
and left in the poor girl's mouth the most definite evidence of his
virility. Less complaisant than the old woman, she swallowed nothing, and
far more revolted, a moment later she retched her stomach empty, and our
libertine, readjusting himself without paying much attention to what she
was about, laughed sneeringly between his teeth, amused by his
libertinage's cruel consequences.
    My turn came next. But more fortunate than my two predecessors, it was
Cupid himself I was turned over, and after having satisfied him I was left
with nothing but wonder to find tastes so peculiar in a young man so well
framed to please. He arrives, he has me take off what I am wearing and lies
down upon the bed, orders me to squat above his face and with my mouth
proceed to try to wring a discharge from a very mediocre prick, for which
however he has words of praise and whose fuck he entreats me to swallow as
soon as I feel it flow.
    "But don't waste the occasion to idleness," the little libertine added,
"meanwhile, I'd have that cunt of yours flood urine into my mouth, I
promise you I'll swallow it as you shall my fuck, and I'd be delighted to
sniff a few farts from that splendid ass."
    I fell to the task and simultaneously executed my three chores with
such skill and grace that the little anchovy soon vomited all its fury into
my mouth; I swallowed heartily, my Adonis likewise made short shrift of the
piss that poured out of my crack and, while he drank, he inhaled the
fragrance that a continual stream of farts bore to his nostrils.
    "Forsooth, Mademoiselle," murmured Durcet, "you could surely have
dispensed with disclosures that portray all my youthful childishness."
    "Ha!" said the Duc with a merry laugh, "well indeed! You who scarcely
dare look at a cunt today, do you mean to say you used to have 'em piss in
the old days?"
    "'Tis true," said Durcet, "I blush to admit it, for what could be more
dreadful than to have such turpitudes upon one's conscience? Oh, I
presently feel the heavy weight of remorse, my friend. . . . O delicious
asses!" he exclaimed, in his enthusiasm kissing Sophie's which he had drawn
close for a minute's fondling, "O divine asses! how I reproach myself for
the incense I deprived you of! O delicious fundaments, I promise you an
expiatory sacrifice, I swear upon your altars never again while I live to
stray from the paths of rectitude."
    And that splendid behind having heated him somewhat, the libertine
placed the novice in what was doubtless an exceedingly indecent posture but
one in which he was able, as has been seen above, to give his little
anchovy to be sucked while sucking the tidiest, freshest, most voluptuous
of asses. But Durcet, become now too blase, too surfeited with that
pleasure, only very rarely found it invigorating; one could suck all one
wished, he could do the same till his lips cracked, 'twas always the same:
he would withdraw in the same collapsed state and, cursing and swearing at
the girl, would regularly postpone until some happier moment the pleasures
Nature denied him then.
    Not everyone was so unfortunate; the Duc, who had passed into his
closet with Zelamir, Bum-Cleaver, and TherΦse, emitted shouts and bellows
which attested to his happiness, and Colombe, hawking and spitting in great
earnestness, left precious little doubt about the temple at which he had
done his worshiping. As for the Bishop, reclining upon his couch in the
most natural manner, Adelaide's buttocks pinching his nose and his prick in
her mouth, he was in seventh heaven, for he was having a wealth of farts
out of the young woman; Curval, in an extremely upright state, plugged
Hebe's little mouth with his outsized stopper, and yielded up his fuck as
he resorted to other stunts.
    Mealtime arrived. The Duc wished to advance the thesis that if
happiness consisted in the entire satisfaction of all the senses, it were
difficult to be happier than were they.
    "The remark is not a libertine's," said Durcet. "How can you be happy
if you are able constantly to satisfy yourself? It is not in desire's
consummation happiness consists, but in the desire itself, in hurdling the
obstacles placed before what one wishes. Well, what is the perspective
here? One needs but wish and one has. I swear to you," he continued, "that
since my arrival here my fuck has not once flowed because of the objects I
find about me in this castle. Every time, I have discharged over what is
not here, what is absent from this place, and so it is," the financier
declared, "that, according to my belief, there is one essential thing
lacking to our happiness. It is the pleasure of comparison, a pleasure
which can only be born of the sight of wretched persons, and here one sees
none at all. It is from the sight of him who does not in the least enjoy
what I enjoy, and who suffers, that comes the charm of being able to say to
oneself: 'I am therefore happier than he.' Wherever men may be found equal,
and where these differences do not exist, happiness shall never exist
either: it is the story of the man who only knows full well what health is
worth after he has been ill."
    "In that case," said the Bishop, "you would maintain as a real source
of pleasure the act of going and contemplating the tears of persons
stricken by misery?"
    "Most assuredly," Durcet replied. "In all the world there is perhaps no
voluptuousness that more flatters the senses than the one you cite."
    "What? You would not succor the lowly and wretched?" exclaimed the
Bishop who took the most genuine delight in engaging Durcet to expetiate
upon a question whose examination was so much to the taste of them all and
upon which, they knew, the financier was able to deliver some very sound
opinions.
    "What is it you term succor?" Durcet responded. "For the voluptuousness
I sense and which is the result of this sweet comparison of their condition
with mine, would cease to exist were I to succor them: by extricating them
from a state of wretchedness, I should cause them to taste an instant's
happiness, thus destroying the distinction between them and myself, thus
destroying all the pleasure afforded by comparison."
    "Well then, following that," reasoned the Duc, "one should in one way
or another, so as the better to establish that distinction indispensable to
happiness, one should, I say, rather aggravate their plight."
    "There is no doubting it," said Durcet, "and that explains the infamies
of which I have been accused all my life. Those who are in perfect
ignorance of my motives," the banker continued, "call me harsh, ferocious,
barbaric, but, laughing at these divers denominations, I go merrily on; I
cause, I dare say, what fools describe as atrocities, but thereby I have
created pleasure-giving distinctions and have made many a delectable
comparison."
    "Come now," said the Duc, "confess, my dear fellow: admit that upon
more than a score of occasions you have engineered the ruin of some poor
folk, simply by that means to serve the perverse tastes you have just
acknowledged."
    "More than a score?" said Durcet. "More than ten score, my friend, and,
without the slightest exaggeration, I could enumerate above four hundred
families reduced to beggardom, a state in which they'd not now be
languishing had it not been for me."
    "And," said Curval, "I fancy you have profited from their ruin?"
    "Why yes, that has very frequently been the case, but I must also
confess that often enough I have acted not to gain, but purely to undo, at
the behest of that certain wickedness which almost always awakens the
organs of lubricity in me; my prick positively jumps when I do evil, in
evil I discover precisely what is needed to stimulate in me all of
pleasure's sensations, and I perform evil for that reason, for it alone,
without any ulterior motive."
    "Upon my soul," declared the President, "I own I fancy nothing better
than that taste. When I was in Parliament I must have voted at least a
hundred times to have some poor devil hanged; they were all innocent, you
know, and I would never indulge in that little injustice without
experiencing, deep within me, a most voluptuous titillation: no more was
needed to inflame my balls, nothing used to heat them more certainly. You
can imagine what I felt when I did worse."
    "It is certain," said the Duc, whose brain was beginning to warm as he
fingered Zephyr, "that crime has sufficient charm of itself to ignite all
the senses, without one having to resort to any other expedient; no one
understands better than I that enormities and malpractices, even those at
the most extreme remove from libertine misbehavior, are quite as capable of
inciting an erection as those which lie directly within the sphere of
libertinage. The man who is addressing you at this very instant has owed
spasms to stealing, murdering, committing arson, and he is perfectly sure
that it is not the object of libertine intentions which fire us, but the
idea of evil, and that consequently it is thanks only to evil and only in
the name of evil one stiffens, not thanks to the object, and were this
object to be divested of the power to cause us to do evil, our prick would
droop, 'twould interet us no more."
    "What could be more certain than that?" the Bishop demanded. "And
thence is born another certitude: the greatest pleasure is derived from the
most infamous source. The doctrine which must perpetually govern our
conduct is this: the more pleasure you seek in the depths of crime, the
more frightful the crime must be; as for myself, Messieurs," added the
Bishop, "if I may be permitted to speak personally, I affirm that I have
reached the point of no longer being susceptible of this sensation you have
been discussing, of no longer experiencing it, I say, as a result of lesser
or minor crimes, and if the one I perpetrate does not combine as much of
the atrocious, of the base, of the vicious, of the deceitful, of the
treacherous as may be possibly imagined, the sensation is not merely faint,
there is no sensation at all."
    "Very well," said Durcet, "is it possible to commit crimes such as
these our minds yearn after, crimes like those you mention? For my part, I
must declare that my imagination has always outdistanced my faculties; I
lack the means to do what I would do, I have conceived of a thousand times
more and better than I have done, and I have ever had complaint against
Nature who, while giving me the desire to outrage her, has always deprived
me of the means."
    "There are," said Curval, "but two or three crimes to perform in this
world, and they, once done, there's no more to be said; all the rest is
inferior, you cease any longer to feel. Ah, how many times, by God, have I
not longed to be able to assail the sun, snatch it out of the universe,
make a general darkness, or use that star to burn the world! oh, that would
be a crime, oh yes, and not a little misdemeanor such as are all the ones
we perform who are limited in a whole year's time to metamorphosing a dozen
creatures into lumps of clay."
    Whereupon, their minds having waxed gay and hot, as two or three young
girls had already had cause to remark, and their pricks beginning to rise,
they left the table and went in search of pretty mouths, thereinto to pour
the floods of that liquor whose too insistent throbbings promoted the
utterance of so many horrors. That evening they confined themselves to
mouth pleasures, but invented a hundred manners of varying them, and when
they had run, all four of them, each a magnificent race, in a few hours of
repose they sought to find the strength necessary to starting out afresh.




THE NINTH DAY
    That morning Duclos expressed her opinion, saying she held it prudent
either to offer the little girls new patients to replace the fuckers then
being employed in the masturbation exercises, or to terminate their
lessons, for she believed their education sufficiently advanced. Duclos
very astutely pointed out that by continued use of the young men known by
their title of fucker, there might result that species of intrigue
Messieurs wished especially to prevent; moreover, she added, for such
exercises these young men were worth nothing at all; since they were prone
to discharge immediately after they were touched, their skittishness or
incontinence ought certainly be better exploited, Messieurs' asses had only
to lose if the program remained unchanged. It was therefore decided that
the lessons would cease; they had generally succeeded, there were already
amongst the little girls a few who frigged masterfully: Augustine, Sophie,
and Colombe could easily have been matched, what for skill and nimbleness
of wrist, against the capital's most famous friggers. Of them all, Zelmire
was least adept: not that she lacked agility or that considerable science
was not conspicious in all her motions, no, but it was her tender and
melancholic character which stood in her way, she seemed unable to forget
her sorrows, she was sad and pensive at all times. At that morning's
breakfast inspection tour, her duenna affirmed she had the previous evening
caught the child in a prayerful attitude, flagrantly on her knees before
retiring; Zelmire was summoned, questioned, she was asked the subject of
her prayers; she at first refused to answer, then, threats having been
employed, she fell to weeping and admitted she had besought God to deliver
her from the perils wherewith she was beset, and had above all prayed that
help would come before her virginity were lost. The Duc thereupon declared
she deserved to die, and made her read the articles which dealt
specifically with this subject.
    "Very well," she sighed, "kill me, at least the God I invoke shall have
pity upon me, kill me before you dishonor me, and that soul I have devoted
to Him will at least fly in purity to His breast. I shall be delivered of
the torment of seeing and hearing so many horrors every day."
    A reply wherein reigned such a quantity of virtue, of candid innocence,
and of gracious amenity caused our libertines prodigiuosly to stiffen.
There were voices that called out for her instantaneous depucelation, but
the Duc, reminding his cohorts of the inviolable contract they had
subscribed to, was content to propose - and his suggestion was unanimously
approved - that she be condemned to punished very violently the following
Saturday and that, in the meantime, she kneel and for fifteen minutes take
into her mouth and suck each friend's prick, and that she be given by way
of warning the assurance that, were she to repeat her error, it would
decidedly cost her her life, for she would be judged and punished to the
fullest extent of the law. The poor little thing crawled up to accomplish
the first part of her penance, but the Duc, whom the ceremony had aroused,
and who after having pronounced sentence had prodigiously fondled her ass,
like the villain he was, shot all his boiling seed into that pretty little
mouth, in so doing threatening to strangle her if she spat out a drop, and
the poor little wretch swallowed it all, not without furious repugnances.
The three others were similarly sucked one after the other, but yielded
nothing, and after the usual visit to the boys' quarters and the excursion
to the chapel, which that morning produced little because almost everyone
had been refused permission to join the party, the meal was served, and
then Messieurs entered the salon for coffee.
    It was served by Fanny, Sophie, Hyacinthe, and Zelamir; Curval fancied
he might thigh-fuck Hyacinthe, and obliged Sophie to post herself in such a
way as to be able to suck that length of his prick which protruded beyond
Hyacinthe's tightly squeezed legs. The scene was pleasant and inspiriting,
he frigged the little chap he held hugged to his belly, and Hyacinthe
discharged upon Sophie's face; the Duc, who owing to the dimensions of his
prick was the only other one who could imitate this performance, likewise
arranged himself with Zelamir and Fanny, but the lad had not yet reached
the discharging age, and thus the nobleman had to do without the very
agreeable episode Curval considered so enjoyable. After they had finished,
Durcet and the Bishop took charge of the four children and had themselves
sucked, but no one discharged, and after a brief nap, the company moved
into the auditorium where, everyone having assumed his place, Duclos went
on with her disclosures.
    Before any other audience, said that amiable girl, I might shrink at
broaching the subject of the narratives wherewith this entire week we shall
be occupied, but however crapulous that subject, I am too well acquainted
with your tastes, Messieurs, to be in any wise apprehensive. No, I believe
you'll not be displeased; quite the contrary, I am convinced you will find
my anecdotes agreeable. I ought however to advise you that you are about to
hear of abominable, filthy goings on; but whose ears could be better made
to appreciate them? your hearts love and desire them, hence I enter into
the matter without further delay or ambages.
    At Madame Fournier's we had a trusty old client who was known as
Chevalier, I don't know why, or whence the title came; his custom was to
pay us a visit every evening, and the little rite that we regularly
performed with him was equally simple and bizarre: he would unbutton his
breeches, and we were required to form a queue and one by one drop a turd
in them. Once we had all done our duty, he would button up again and go off
in great haste, taking that freight with him. While he was being supplied
he would frig himself for an instant or two, but he was never seen to
discharge, and no one knew where he went or what he did with his breechload
of shit.
    "Oh, by Jesus!" muttered Curval, who never heard anything he had not a
desire to do on the spot, "I'll have someone shit in my breeches, and I'll
keep the treasure the whole evening."
    And ordering Louison to come render him that service, the old libertine
provided the assembly with a full-blown dramatization of the whimsy whereof
account had just been delivered.
    "Well, go on," he said phlegmatically, nodding to Duclos and settling
down on his couch again, "there's nothing to it, and I expect it will only
be the lovely Aline, my charming companion for the afternoon, who'll find
something inconvenient about it. As for myself, a pound of shit in the
vicinity suits me perfectly."
    And Duclos resumed her story.
    Forewarned, said she, of all that was destined to take place at the
home of the libertine to whom I was being sent, I dressed myself as a boy,
and as I was only twenty, with pretty hair and a pretty face, that costume
very well became me. Before leaving, I took care to do in my breeches what
Monsieur le President has just had done for him in his. My man was awaiting
me in bed, I approach him, he kisses me very lewdly two or three times, he
tells me I'm the prettiest little boy he's ever set eyes upon, and while
praising me he undertakes to unbutton my breeches. I put up a faint
resistance with the single purpose of inflaming his desires all the more,
he entreats me, urges me, he has his way, but how am I to describe to you
the ecstasy that possesses him whe perceives the package I have brought
along, and the colorful mess it has made of my two buttocks.
    "Why, what's this?" cries he. "You've shit in your breeches, have you?
But, my little rascal, 'tis very nasty, you know. How could you have done
such a thing?"
    And quick as a shot, holding me with my back turned to him and my
breeches pulled down, he sets to frigging and rattling himself, presses
against me, and spurts his fuck upon my beshitted behind, the while driving
his tongue into my mouth.
    "Do you mean to say," exclaimed the Duc, "he refrained from touching
anything? Didn't he handle it?"
    "No, your Lordship," Duclos made him answer, "I recount all that
transpired, I conceal no detail; but have a little patience, Sire, and we
will gradually reach more entertaining circumstances."
    "Come," said one of my companions, "let's go watch a truly humorous
fellow. He doesn't need a girl, he amuses himself all alone."
    We repaired to the hole, having been informed that in the adjoining
room, the one selected for his activities, there was a pierced chair and
beneath it a chamber pot we had been busy filling for four days and in
which there must have been at least a dozen large turds. Our man arrives.
He was an elderly tax-farmer of about seventy years. He shuts the door,
goes straight to the pot he knows to be brimming with the goodies he has
ordered for his sport. He takes up the vessel and, seating himself in an
armchair, passes a full hour gazing lovingly at all the treasure whereof he
has been made the proprietor; he sniffs, inhales, he touches, he handles,
seems to lift one turd out after another in order to contemplate them the
better. Finally become ecstatic, from his fly he pulls a nasty old black
rag which he shakes and beats with all his might; one hand frigs, the other
burrows into the pot and scoops out handfuls of divine unction. He anoints
his tool, but it remains as limp as before. There are moments, after all,
when Nature is so stubborn that even the excesses we most delight in fail
to awake a response. He did all in his power, and unavailingly, for nothing
resulted or rose gloriously up, but by dint of abuse meted out by the same
hand that had just been steeped in the ordure, the ejaculation occurred, he
trembled, thrilled, fell backward, smelled, breathed deeply, rubbed his
prick, and discharged upon the heap of shit which had just so inspired him.
    Another gentleman dined with me one evening. We were alone together,
and twelve large plates filled with the same meats were brought in and
combined with the remnants of an earlier course. He sniffed these new
dishes, sampled their aromas, and after he had finished eating, bade me
frig him upon the one that had struck him as the most handsome.
    A young crown attorney used to pay according to the number of enemas
one was willing to receive at his hands; when I crossed swords with him, I
agreed to accept seven, he administered them all himself; thus, seven times
over had I to mount a little stepladder, while he, stationed underneath me,
frigged himself until I spewed out over his prick the entire charge with
which he had lubricated my bowels.
    As may be readily imagined, the entire evening was devoted to unclean
activities of roughly the same species that had been treated in story, and
that Messieurs turned to this kind of sport will be all the more easily
understood in the light of their general enthusiasm for this passion; it
was of course Curval who carried matters the furthest, but his three
colleagues were scarcely less infatuated with the novelties laid out before
them. The little girls' eight steaming turds were arranged amidst the
supper's dishes, and at the orgies the competition was doubtless even
keener for those of the little boys; and thus ended the ninth day whose
term they saw arrive with the greatest pleasure, for they had high
expectations for the morrow, which was destined to provide them with more
amply detailed anecdotes treating a subject they adored.




THE TENTH DAY
(Remember to be more guarded in the beginning and more
gradually to disclose what is to be clarified here.)
    The farther we advance, the more thoroughly we may inform the reader
about certain facts we were obliged to no more than hint at in the earlier
part of the story. We are able, for example, presently to advise him of the
purpose of the morning visits and searches conducted in the children's
quarters, the cause of their punishment when in the course of these
inspections delinquents were found, and just what were the delights
Messieurs tasted in the chapel: the subjects were expressly forbidden to go
to the toilet or in any other place to move their bowels without individual
and particular permission, this in order that there be held in reserve
matters which could, as the occasion rose, be doled out to those who
desired them. The visit served to determine whether anyone had neglected to
comply with this order; the officer of the month carefully inspected all
the chamber pots and other receptacles, and if he found any that were not
empty, the subject concerned was immediately inscribed in the punishment
register. However, provision had been made for those who could hold back no
longer: they were, a little before the midday meal, to betake themselves to
the chapel Messieurs had converted into a privy so designed that our
libertines were able to enjoy the pleasure which the satisfaction of these
pressing needs had the power to procure them, and the others, who had been
allowed, or who had been able, to keep their loads, had the opportunity to
be rid of them at some time or another during the day and in that manner
which most pleased the friends, and above all in that particular manner
upon which full details will subsequently be provided, for these details
will compass all the manners of indulging in this voluptuous delight.
    And there was yet another cause which led to the distribution of
punishment, and it was the following one: what is called in France the
bidet ceremony did not exactly please our friends; Curval, for example,
could not bear to have the subjects with whom he came to grips wash
themselves; Durcet's attitude was identical, and so it was that the one and
the other would notify their duennas of the subjects with whom they planned
to amuse themselves the next day, and these subjects were forbidden to
wipe, rub, or wash themselves in any way and under any circumstances, and
the two other friends, who did not share this abhorrance of tidiness and
for whom dirt was not by any means essential, nevertheless concurred with
Curval and Durcet, aided in maintaining and agreeable state of affairs, and
it after having been told to be impure a subject took it into his head to
be clean, he was straightway added to the fatal list.
    That is what happened that morning to Colombe and Hebe; they had
shitted during the previous night's orgies and, knowing that they were
listed to serve coffee on the following day, Curval, who planned to amuse
himself with both of them and who had even advised them that they would be
expected to fart, had recommended that things be left just as they were.
The children did nothing to themselves before going to bed. Inspection
arrived, and Durcet, aware of the instructions Curval had given, was
perfectly amazed to find them as neat as a pin; forgetfulness was the
excuse they offered, but their names went down in the register
nevertheless.
    No chapel permissions were granted that morning. (We should like the
reader to make a particular effort to remember what we mean by such an
expression; this will dispense us from having to repeat our explanations.)
Calculations of what would be required during the storytelling period
forbade any prodigality until that time.
    Upon this day the boys' masturbation lessons were suspended, for they
had entirely served their purpose, and every one of the little lads frigged
as expertly as the cleverest whore in Paris. Zephyr and Adonis led the pack
in skill, speed, and deftness, and there are few pricks which would not
ejaculate nigh to bleeding were they to be ministered by little hands as
nimble and delicious as theirs.
    Nothing worth citing occurred until coffee; it was served by Giton,
Adonis, Colombe, and Hebe; these four children had, by way of preparation,
been stuffed with every decoction which is best able to provoke winds, and
Curval, who had proposed to be treated to farts, received a generous
quantity of them. The Duc had himself sucked, or rather licked, by Giton,
whose little mouth simply could not manage to engulf the enormous machine
tendered him. Durcet performed some choice little horrors with Hebe, the
Bishop thigh-fucked Colombe. Six o'clock sounded, they moved into the
auditorium where, everyone having taken his post, Duclos began to recount
what you shall read:
    A new companion had very recently come to Madame Fournier's; owing to
the role she is going to play in the account of the passion which follows,
I believe I should give you at least a rough sketch of her. She was a young
seamstress, debauched by the seducer I earlier mentioned having observed at
Guerin's, and she also worked for Fournier. She was fourteen, had chestnut-
brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, the most voluptuous little face in all
the world, skin lily white and satin smooth, very trimly made she was,
although rather inclining to fleshiness, from which slight disadvantage
there resulted the sweetest, cutest, the plumpest ass, the fairest, oh
'twas possibly the finest ass in Paris. I was stationed at the hole in the
partition and soon beheld the man who was to deflower her, for she was yet
a maid on the other side, nothing could be plainer. Such a tidbit could
only have been fed to someone very much beloved of the house: he was the
venerable Abbe de Fierville, equally renowned for his wealth and his
debauchery, and he had the gout to his very fingertips. He arrives swathed
to the eyes in a mantle, installs himself in the chamber, examines all the
equipment he is about to use, prepares everything, and then the little girl
arrives; her name is Eugenie. Somewhat frightened by her first lover's
grotesque face, she lowers her gaze and blushes.
    "Come hither, come hither," says the libertine, "and show me your
behind."
    "Oh, Monsieur . . ." murmurs the shy little thing.
    "Come, come," fumes the old roue, "nothing worse than these novices;
she just can't imagine anyone should wish to look at an ass. Well, by the
Saviour, get your damned skirts up."
    And, stepping closer for fear of displeasing Fournier, whom she has
promised to be very obedient, she finally pulls her skirt halfway up from
behind.
    "Higher, do you hear, higher," cries the pleasant old rascal. "Do you
suppose I'm going to bother to do it myself?"
    And in due time the beautiful ass is completely exposed. The man of God
scrutinizes it, has her stand straight, has her bend forward, has her
squeeze her legs tight together, has her separate them and, leaning her
over the bed, spends a moment crudely, nay, uncouthly rubbing all his
frontward privities, which he has brought to light and with which he now
prods and pushes Eugenie's matchless bum, as if to electrify himself, as if
to attract to himself some of that lovely child's essential heat. From this
he passes to kisses, he falls to his knees in order to be more at his ease,
and with both hands holding those superb buttocks as far apart as possible,
both his tongue and lips rummage about in search of treasure.
    "They're right," says he, "you do have a passably fine ass. Have you
been shitting recently?"
    "Just a little while ago, Father," the little one answers. "Madame had
me do that before coming up."
    "Why, that's nice . . . and so there's nothing left in your bowels,"
says the lecher. "Well, we're going to see."
    And catching up the syringe, he fills it with milk, returns to behind
his object, brandishes the nozzle, plunges it into the vent, and shoots out
the fluid. Having been told what to expect, Eugenie submits to everything;
no sooner is the remedy in her entrails than he lies down on the bed and
orders Eugenie to come at once and straddle him. "Now," says he, "if you've
got anything to do, have the kindness to do it in my mouth." The timid
creature has taken her place as she has been told to do, she pushes, the
libertine frigs himself, his mouth, sealed hermetically to her asshole,
catches every drop of the precious liquid that leaps out of it. He swallows
it all, giving evidence of the greatest scrupulousness in this matter, and
just when he swills down the final mouthful, his fuck escapes and he is
hurled into a delirium. But what is this strange mood, this cloud of
loathing which, as in the case of almost every other libertine, comes to
darken a mind whence the entire illusion has fled? Brutally casting the
little girl far from him once he has done, the saintly man readjusts his
cleric's garb, says that he has been cheated, deceived, for this child, he
swears, had not priorly shitted, no, they'd lied, she'd come to him full of
shit, and he'd swallowed half her turd, fie upon them. It is to be noted
that Monsieur l'Abbe wanted milk only, not shit. He grumbles, he curses, he
storms, says he won't pay, won't ever come back, says he'll be damned if
he'll stir himself for little snotfaces like this one, and goes off
shouting a thousand other invectives I'll surely have occasion to report to
you in connection with another passion in which they play a major role
rather than, as in this instance, a very subordinate one.
    "Well, by God," Curval remarked, "there you have a very fastidious man
who'll get upset over swallowing a little shit when there are I don't know
how many who feast upon it."
    "Patience, Sire, patience," said Duclos, "allow my recitals to succeed
each other in the order you yourselves dictated and you shall see the
superior libertines you allude to achieve wonders on the stage."
    My turn came two days later. Instructions had been given me, and I
stayed away from the water closet for thirty-six hours. My hero was an
elderly ecclesiastic who served as chaplain to the King; like the
aforementioned athlete he too was crippled with gout: he was only to be
approached if one were naked, but one's front and breast had to be very
thoroughly covered; much emphasis had been placed upon this latter article,
and I had been warned that were he to catch the least glimpse of those
parts, it would prove a heavy misfortune, I'd never be able to get him to
discharge. I approach, he studies my behind with extreme attentiveness,
asks my age, asks whether it is true I have a great urge to shit, inquires
as to the kind of shit I ordinarily produce, is it soft? is it hard? and a
thousand other questions the asking of which, it seems to me, has the
effect of animating him, for, as he chatters away his prick gradually lifts
its head and leans toward me. That prick, approximately four inches in
length by two or three around, had, despite its brilliant sheen, something
of so humble and so pitiful an air that one all but needed spectacles to be
certain of its existence. Solicited by my man thus to do, I laid firm hands
on it, and noticing that my motion were rather well irritating his desires,
he made ready to consummate the sacrifice.
    "But is it a truly authentic desire, my child," says he, "this desire
to shit you mention? For I don't care to be deceived; come, let's see
whether you do indeed have shit in your ass."
    And so saying, he buries his right hand's longest finger in my
fundament, while with his left hand he sustains the erection I have excited
in his desire. That plummeting finger had no need to search far, the
chaplain was swiftly persuaded I had, quite as I said, the sincerest wish
to shit, and when his gropings contacted the object of our mutual concern,
he flew into a perfect ecstasy:
    "Ah, by God's belly," he cries, "she tells the truth, the chicken is
about to lay, and I feel the egg."
    Enchanted, the bawdy old priest passes a moment kissing my bum, and
observing the haste I am in and that I shall soon be unable to restrain the
insurgent turd, he has me climb aboard on apparatus quite similar to the
one your Lordships have here in the chapel; once seated, my behind
perfectly exposed to his view, I was able to lodge my complaint in a
receptable located two or three inches from his nose. This apparatus had
been built expressly for the chaplain, and he employed it frequently, for
scarcely a day went by without him coming to Fournier's to assist in
delivering either some girl attached to the house or some other from
outside it. An armchair drawn close allowed him to observe the process from
a point of vantage situated just below the ring supporting my ass.
    When we had taken our positions upon our respective thrones, he ordered
me to commence the operation. For prelude, I release a series of farts; he
inhales them. The turd hoves into sight at last; he begins to pant.
    "Shit, my little one, shit away, my angel," he cries, all afire. "Show
me the turd coming forth out of your lovely ass."
    And he aids the delivery, pressing his fingers about my anus, he
facilitates the eruption; he frigs himself, he observes, he is drunk with
lust, pleasure's excess finally transports him completely, he loses his
head; his cries, his sighs, his fingerings, everything convinces me he is
nearing the final stage and, turning my head toward him, I find I have
judged correctly, for there is his miniature engine splattering a few drops
of sperm into the same pot I have just filled. The chaplain left in a good
humor, and even assured me he expected he would honor me with another
visit, which promise I knew very well to be false, for it was common
knowledge that he never saw the same girl twice.
    "Well, I appreciate his feelings in the matter," declared the
President, who was kissing Aline's ass. "One must be in our deplorable
situation, one must be reduced to rack and ruin in order to be able to bear
having the same ass shit twice."
    "Monsieur le President," spoke up the Bishop, "there is a certain
halting tone in your voice which leads me to suspect your prick is in the
air."
    "Tush," Curval replied, "I'm merely kissing the buttocks of
Mademoiselle your daughter, who hasn't even the courtesy to let fly one
wretched little fart."
    "I am then enjoying better luck than you," the Bishop announced, "for
Madame your wife, lo and behold! has just presented me with the most
beautiful and the bulkiest turd. . . ."
    "Silence, gentlemen, silence, I say!" came from the Duc, whose voice
seemed muffled as if by something covering his head. "Silence, by Jesus! we
are here to listen, not to act."
    "Which is therefore to say, I take it, that you are doing nothing,"
inquired the Bishop, "and is it in order to listen that you are wallowing
under three or four assholes?"
    Well, you know, he's right. Go on, Duclos, it were wiser that we hear
about foolish acts than commit them. We must save our strength."
    And Duclos was on the point of resuming when they all heard the usual
shouts and customary blasphemies that accompanied the Duc's discharges;
surrounded by his quatrain, his fuck was escaping him as with Sophie,
Zephyr, and Giton he performed countless little wantonries of a kind very
analogous to those Duclos had been describing.
    "Great God!" Curval exclaimed, "I can't tolerate these bad examples;
there's nothing that makes me discharge like a discharge, and would you
believe it? here's that little whore," he added, referring to Aline, "who
only a moment ago could accomplish nothing at all and who is presently
doing everything one could ask for . . . but no matter, I'll keep my grip.
Ah, you bitch, shit away, shit your head off, it will get you nowhere, I
don't intend to give up my seed."
    "I see very well, Messieurs," said Duclos, "that after having perverted
you it is my responsibility to restore you to reason, and to do so I am
going to resume my story without waiting for your command."
    "No, don't you do it," cried the Bishop, "I am not as continent as
Monsieur le President, not I, my fuck's itching me, and it's got to be
shed."
    Wherewith, he was seen very publicly to perform things the structure of
this very complex fiction prevents us from revealing at this stage, but
things whose delightful influence very rapidly brought leaping forth the
fuck whose mounting pressure had discomfited the Bishop's thrice-blessed
balls. As for Durcet, absorbed in TherΦse's ass, nothing was heard from
him, and in all likelihood Nature refused him what she lavishly granted the
others, for he was not as a rule mute when accorded her favors. Seeing that
now at last calm had been restored, Duclos went on with her lubricious
exploits.
    A month later, I came to grips with a man whom one had almost to
violate in order satisfactorily to carry out an operation somewhat akin to
the one I related several minutes ago. I shit upon a dish, I bring it to
him and thrust it under his nose while he sits in an armchair quietly
reading a book, seemingly unaware of my presence. He looks up, falls to
swearing, asks how the devil can the girl have the insolence to do such a
thing in his presence, but all the same it's a queer turd she's got there,
he contemplates it, handles it; I ask forgiveness for the liberty I have
taken, he continues to mumble incoherencies at me, and then discharges with
his eyes fixed on the morsel of shit; and in so doing he says he'll find me
again someday, that sooner or later he'll see to it that I get what I
deserve.
    A fourth gentleman employed none but women of seventy or more in
practices which were quite similar; I watched him enact his rite with an
old creature who could not have been less than eighty. He was reclining
upon a sofa, the matron was straddling him; she deposited her strange old
package on his belly while frigging a wrinkled, shriveled prick which
scarcely discharged at all.
    At Fournier's establishment we had another curious article of
furniture: a kind of toilet chair, provided with the usual hole and set
against the wall; things were so arranged that a man could lie in such a
way that while his body extended into the neighboring room, his shoulders
passed through an opening and his head occupied the place usually reserved
for the chamber pot. I had been appointed to the task, and kneeling between
his legs, I sucked his prick as best I could throughout the operation.
Well, this extraordinary ceremony consisted in having a workman, who was
paid to act a part whose full consequences he neither knew nor divined; in
having, I say, a man of the people enter the room containing the chair,
climb upon it, and do his business squarely upon the face of the patient
over whom I was toiling; but the shit bearer had absolutely to be a poor
drudge fetched in from the humblest milieu, he had as well to be old and
ugly, he was inspected before being put to work, and were he to lack any of
these qualities, our libertine would have nothing to do with him. During
all this, I saw nothing but heard rather a lot: the instant of collision
was also that of my man's discharge, his fuck sprang down my throat the
same moment the turd splashed upon his face, and when he emerged from
beneath the chair and got to his feet, I saw by the state he was in that he
had been handsomely served. By chance, after the exercise was over, I
happened to meet the fellow who had performed so brilliantly; he was from
the Auvergne, a good honest chap who earned his livelihood working with
stonemasons; he seemed delighted to earn a crown by doing naught but
ridding himself of what he would have had one way or another to expel from
his bowels, and this little chore struck him as infinitely less arduous
than carrying his hod. He was, what for his looks, quite dreadful to behold
and must have been over forty.
    "Faith," muttered Durcet, "I think that should do it."
    And passing into his closet with the eldest of the fuckers, with
TherΦse and Desgranges, he was heard braying and whinnying some minutes
later; he returned but was disinclined to inform the company of the precise
nature of the excesses whereunto he had surrendered himself.
    Supper was announced; it proved at least as libertine as ever, and
after the meal, the four friends having been moved to spend the evening
away from one another instead of frolicking together as they customarily
did, the Duc went off to the boudoir at the end of the corridor, taking
with him Hercule, Martaine, his daughter Julie, Zelmire, Hebe, Zelamir,
Cupidon, and Marie.
    Curval commandeered the auditorium, providing himself with what
companionship Constance could afford him, for she fell to trembling every
time she found herself with him, and he did exceedingly little to allay her
fears; he also took Fanchon, Desgranges, Bum-Cleaver, Augustine, Fanny,
Narcisse, and Zephyr.
    The Bishop went into the drawing room with Duclos who, that evening,
revenged herself upon the fickle Duc, who had led Martaine away from him;
Aline, Invictus, TherΦse, Sophie, the charming little Colombe, Celadon, and
Adonis completed the prelate's entourage.
    Durcet remained in the dining room. It was cleared, rugs and cushions
were brought in and strewn all about. He encloseted himself, I say, with
Adelaide, his beloved wife, with Antinoⁿs, Louison, Champville, Michette,
Rosette, Hyacinthe, and Giton.
    More the redoubling of lecherous appetites than any other reason had
doubtless dictated this arrangement, for brains were heated to such a point
that evening that it was unanimously agreed no one would go to bed; it was
perfectly incredible what was achieved in each room by way of infamies and
impurities.
    Toward dawn, their Lordships decided to return to table, although they
had taken abundant drink throughout the night; everyone trooped into the
dining room, there was an indistinct, promiscuous pell-mell, the cooks were
awakened and soon sent in scrambled eggs, toast, onion soup, and omelettes.
Drinking was resumed, the company grew very merry, all save Constance who
was plunged in inconsolable sadness. Curval's hatred was growing just as
certainly as was her poor belly; she had that night during the orgies
experienced the effects of his hostility, she had suffered everything but
blows, for Messieurs had agreed to leave the pear to ripen; she had, I say,
blows excepted, undergone every imaginable mistreatment; she though to
complain to Durcet and to her husband, the Duc: they both bade her go to
the devil and remarked that she must surely have been guilty of some fault
which was hidden from their eyes, yes, surely, else how could she thus ever
have displeased that most virtuous and most gentle of mortals; they wagged
their heads and walked away. And then they all went to bed.