"To work, Therese, revive us," says Cardoville; "you see the lamps are extinguished, they've got to be lit again."

 

While Julien enjoyed Cardoville and La Rose Saint-Florent, the two libertines² inclined over me and one after the other inserted their languishing³ instruments into my mouth; while I pumped one, I was obliged to go to the rescue of the other and pollute it with my hands, then I had to anoint the member itself and the adjacent parts with an alcoholic⁴ liquid I had been given; but I was not to limit myself to sucking, I had to revolve⁵ my tongue about the heads and I was required to nibble⁶ them with my teeth while my lips squeezed tightly about them. However, our two patients were being vigorously thumped⁸ and jolted⁹; Julien and La Rose shifted in order to increase the sensations produced by entrances and exits. When at length two or three homages had flowed into those impure¹⁰ temples I began to perceive a degree of firmness; although the elder of the two, Cardoville's was the first to manifest solidity; he swung his hand and with all the strength at his command slapped one of my titties: that was my reward. Saint-Florent was not far behind him; he repaid my efforts by nearly tearing one of my ears from my head. They backed away, reviewed the situation, and then warned me to prepare to receive the treatment I richly deserved. An analysis of these libertines' appalling¹¹ language allowed to me to conclude that vexations were about to descend¹² like a hailstorm upon me. To have besought¹³ mercy in the state to which they had just reduced me would have been to have further aroused them: and so they placed me, completely naked as I was, in the center of the circle they formed by all four drawing up chairs. I was obliged to parade from one to the next and to receive the penance¹⁴ each in his turn chose to order me to do; I had no more compassion¹⁵ from the youths than from the older men, but 'twas above all Cardoville who distinguished¹⁶ himself by refined teasings which Saint-Florent, cruel as he was, was unable to duplicate without an effort.

 

A brief respite¹⁷ succeeded these vicious orgies, I was given a few instants to catch my breath; I had been beaten black and blue, but what surprised me was that they doctored and healed the damage done me in less time than it had taken to inflict¹⁸ it, whereof not the slightest trace remained. The lubricities were resumed.

 

There were moments when all those bodies seemed to form but one and when Saint-Florent, lover and mistress, received copious¹⁹ quantities of what the impotent Cardoville doled²⁰ out with sparing economy: the next instant, no longer active but lending himself in every manner, both his mouth and hindquarters served as altars to frightful²¹ homages. Cardoville cannot resist such a profusion²² of libertine¹ scenes. Seeing his friend brilliantly elevated, he comes up to offer himself to Saint-Florent's lust²³, and the tradesman enjoys him; I sharpen the spears, I steer²⁴ them in the direction they are to thrust, and my exposed buttocks provide a perspective to the lubricity of some, a target for the bestiality of others. As all this wears on our two libertines become more circumspect²⁵, for considerable efforts are the price of reanimation; they emerge unscathed from their joustings and their new state is such to terrify me even more.

 

"Very well, La Rose," says Saint-Florent, "take the bitch; we'll tighten²⁶ her up: it's time for the stricturing."

 

I am not familiar with the expression: a cruel experiment soon reveals its meaning. La Rose seizes me, he places my flanks upon a small circular repentance²⁷ stool not a foot in diameter: once there, lacking any other support, my legs fall on one side, my head and arms on the other; my four limbs, stretched as far apart as possible, are tied to the floor; the executioner who is going to perform the stricturing catches up a long needle through whose eye he passes a stout²⁸ waxed thread, and with complete unconcern for either the blood he is to shed or the sufferings he is going to cause me, the monster, directly before the two colleagues whom the spectacle amuses, sews shut the entrance to the temple of Love; when finished, he turns me over, now my belly²⁹ rests upon the repentance stool; my limbs hang free, they are attached as before, and the indecent shrine³⁰ of Sodom is barricaded³¹ in the same manner: I do not speak of my agonies, Madame, you must yourself fancy what they were, I was on the verge³² of losing consciousness.

 

"Splendid, that's how I must have them," quoth Saint-Florent when I had been turned over again and was lying on my buttocks, and when, in this posture³³, he spied well within striking range the fortress³⁴ he wanted to invade. "Accustomed to reaping nothing but the first fruits, how, without this ceremony, should I be able to harvest any pleasures from this creature ?"

 

Saint-Florent had the most violent erection, they were currying³⁵ and drubbing his device to keep it rampant³⁶; grasping that pike, he advances: in order to excite him further, Julien enjoys Cardoville before his eyes; Saint-Florent opens the attack, maddened by the resistance he encounters, he presses ahead with incredible vigor⁷, the threads are strained, some snap. Hell's tortures are as naught³⁷ to mine; the keener my agonies, the more piquant³⁸ seem to be my tormenter's delights. At length, everything capitulates before his efforts, I am ripped asunder³⁹, the glittering dart⁴⁰ sinks to the ultimate depths, but Saint-Florent, anxious to husband his strength, merely touches bottom and withdraws; I am turned over; the same obstacles: the savage⁴¹ one scouts⁴² them as he stands heating his engine and with his ferocious⁴³ hands he molests⁴⁴ the environs in order to put the place in fit condition for assault. He presents himself, the natural smallness of the locale renders his campaign more arduous⁴⁵ to wage, my redoubtable⁴⁶ vanquisher⁴⁷ soon storms the gates, clears the entry; I am bleeding; but what does it matter to the conquering hero? Two vigorous heaves carry him into the sanctuary⁴⁸ and there the villain⁴⁹ consummates⁵⁰ a dreadful sacrifice whose racking pains I should not have been able to endure another second.#p#分页标题#e#

 

"My turn," cries up Cardoville, causing me to be untied⁵¹, "I'll have no tailoring done, but I'm going to place the dear girl upon a camping bed which should restore her circulation, and bring out all the warmth and mobility⁵² her temperament⁵³ or her virtue⁵⁴ refuse us."

 

Upon the spot La Rose opens a closet and draws out a cross made of gnarled, thorny⁵⁵, spiny⁵⁶ wood. 'Tis thereon the infamous⁵⁷ debauchee wishes to place me, but by means of what episode will he improve his cruel enjoyment⁵⁸? Before attaching me, Cardoville inserts into my behind a silver-colored ball the size of an egg; he lubricates it and drives it home: it disappears. Immediately it is in my body I feel it enlarge and begin to burn; without heeding⁵⁹ my complaints, I am lashed⁶⁰ securely to this thorn-studded frame; Cardoville penetrates⁶¹ as he fastens himself to me: he presses my back, my flanks, my buttocks on the protuberances upon which they are suspended. Julien fits himself into Cardoville; obliged to bear the weight of these two bodies, and having nothing to support myself upon but these accursed knots and knurs which gouge⁶² into my flesh, you may easily conceive what I suffered; the more I thrust up against those who press down upon me, the more I am driven upon the irregularities which stab and lacerate me. Meanwhile the terrible globe has worked its way deep into my bowels⁶³ and is cramping⁶⁴ them, burning them, tearing them; I scream again and again: no words exist which can describe what I am undergoing; all the same and all the while, my murderer frolics joyfully⁶⁵, his mouth glued to mine, he seems to inhale⁶⁶ my pain in order that it may magnify his pleasures: his intoxication⁶⁷ is not to be rendered; but, as in his friend's instance, he feels his forces about to desert him, and like Saint-Florent wants to taste everything before they are gone entirely⁶⁸. I am turned over again, am made to eject the ardent⁶⁹ sphere, and it is set to producing in the vagina itself, the same conflagration⁷⁰ it ignited in the place whence it has just been flushed; the ball enters, sears, scorches⁷¹ the matrix to its depths; I am not spared, they fasten me belly-down upon the perfidious⁷² cross, and far more delicate parts of me are exposed to molestation⁷³ by the thorny excrescences awaiting them. Cardoville penetrates into the forbidden passage; he perforates it while another enjoys him in similar wise: and at last delirium⁷⁴ holds my persecutor⁷⁵ in its grasp, his appalling shrieks⁷⁶ announce the crime's completion; I am inundated⁷⁷, then untied.

 

"Off you go, dear friends," Cardoville says to the pair of young men, "get your hands on this whore and amuse yourselves in whatever way your whims⁷⁸ advise: she's yours, we're done with her." The two youthful libertines seize me. While one entertains himself with the front, the other buries himself in the rear; they change places and change again; I am more gravely torn by their prodigious⁷⁹ thickness than I have been by Saint-Florent's artificial barricadings; both he and Cardoville toy with the young men while they occupy themselves with me. Saint-Florent sodomizes La Rose who deals in like manner with me, and Cardoville does as much to Julien who employs a more decent place to excite himself in me. I am the focal point of these execrable orgies, their absolute center and mainspring; La Rose and Julien have each four times done reverence⁸⁰ at my altars, whilst Cardoville and Saint-Florent, less vigorous or more enervated⁸¹, are content with one sacrifice offered to each of my lovers. And then the last measure of seed is sown by La Rose 'twas high time, for I was ready to swoon.

 

"My comrade has certainly hurt you, Therese," says Julien, "and I am going to repair all the damage." He picks up a flask⁸² of spirits and several times rubs all my wounds. The traces of my executioners' atrocities⁸³ vanish, but nothing assuages⁸⁴ my pain, and never had I experienced any as sharp.

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