Moving backwards, Barral contemplates his work, and says to the monk… Now it is your turn to inflict to that young child the last chastisement that she deserves… And he gives him the cat o'nine tails… Then raising his arm high over his head, the monk gives the bottom a hard fustigation and soon enough the result comes… She undulates in the most suggestive way. But Barral gets up, and gets a mirror that he places, slightly sideways, under the bridges legs. They can all contemplate then her most intimate parts offered and distended by the pose that she is obliged to endure… Pretty virgin's slit with the pink lips shaded by the public hair, slightly parting in the middle of her buttocks.
And while the whip caresses the bottom, reddening under the correction, the little mouth seems to open and implore in the language of virgin cunts, some mercy from her tormentors…
Little by little, the girl moans and cries, and at last hollers… But she resists quite well because it is not the first time that her buttocks are being chastised on that way but among the people present that day, the monk would be the only admitted to speak about it… and let us not be indiscreet…
The monk strikes across her buttocks, bringing the blood right under the skin.. The flesh is squeezed with a flat sound… The lashes whizz, and the lamps strangely enhance the massive and rotund bottom undulating under the whip.
In the mirror, the sex keeps its mute conversation… Its twisted mouth opening and closing convulsively…
The girl sighs, and the whip cracks on her tense skin… The ropes are squeaking, or maybe the wood of the timber supporting the girls tormented body…
But the monk realizes that the blood is going to come out of the hurt flesh… He stops tormenting the bottom, and in the sudden silence of the room are heard only the heavy breathing of the men, and the continuous moan of the hanging girl…
Barral, one by one, removes the needles from her breasts, he could not tell whether she expresses pleasure or merely gratitude when she looks at him. He caresses the palpitating breasts, and kisses the consenting mouth.
The monk separates them…
“Not yet my son… first, she sinner must confess all her sins, and repent. And Barral sees him take a long a supple rod and place himself behind the girl. He speaks to her:
“How many times did you touch your slit with your fingers?”
The young bride, taken aback, does not answer, but already the rod cracks on her flesh, between her legs, on the exacerbated pubis… The rest of the stick insinuates between the lips of the cunt… Another cry, another convulsion, and the flesh puppet moves in its ties…
“Then?” repeats the monk.
The girl is still hesitating, but the rod lands again between her legs.
“Enough… enough… I… well often.”
“Well, and this week?”
She hesitates, and then feels the stick insinuating between her legs… “Once…”
“When?”
“The day before yesterday…”
“Who else touched your sex?”
“No… nobody…”
“Liar… and once again the stick whistles in the air before crashing between the girl's legs, on the dampened pussy…”
“Yes, yes… other people…”
The stick caresses the cunt, softly… She capitulates… “Who?”
“You, and then the schoolteacher…”
“And a guy from the town, from last year… and my fiance…”
“And?”
“And some girls… On Sunday and?”
“That is all…”
“Liar!”
Once again the rod…
“Enough, Ooooh… enough, I will tell you everything…”
The monk tops hurting her… “Then?” '
“My future father in law…”
“Ah, now you admit it, little vicious… And in your ass? What nozzles did penetrate?”
He slaps the cunt, and in the mirror, Barral can see the rod that goes between the lips of her intimate mouth…
“Yes… I took some enema…”
“And big fat pricks too?”
She hesitates and the monk hurts her more violently… “Aouch… Yes… yes… my father in law…”
“Often?”
“More than once… and…”
“And?”
“And the schoolmaster… Twice.”
“And? is that really all?”
“Yes, I swear it… I swear…”
The young bride let her head drop on her chest… all her muscles aching under her weight.
“You bitch… hollered the monk… And you dared to refuse to me…”
He takes the cat o'nine tails, and with all his forces, hits her between her legs… They are watching the horrible flagellation of her intimates… The lashes are covering the fleshy and pulpy surface, freeing the flesh that reddens, and covering it again the next minute… As a puppet, the body twists in the ropes, and the girl hollers her pain her eyes wide open… The tip of the lashes crashes on her cunt, on her belly, and the monk hits with all his strength, furious to have been deprived and frustrated from that pleasure, to the benefit of a mere peasant…
At last, after a couple of more violent blows that left the girl motionless, he stopped.
The bride is unfastened, she is put on her back, on he bench, gaping, her thighs are lifted up her knees touching her belly, her thighs apart, and they all come to see that tortured flesh, and check her virginity… put a couple of ardent kisses on the burning cunt… Barral sucks at her more deeply, faster, and it gives her a strange sensation she cannot restrain a sigh of pleasure… Then he goes on, and little by little the spasm comes in the bride's belly… She gives herself up… abandons all resistance… Her belly moves, undulates… She contracts between the hands of the men that are holding her and finally, in a number of strange cries, she comes violently…
The men get naked, and Janine, through the disjointed panels can see the erected members, of different sizes… One by one, the bride, bending forwards, her legs apart must take in her mouth the flesh of the men… Suck at palpitating pricks… While the others are caressing either her burning ass, or the love button of her cunt.
The monk is the only one to let his sperm splurt in her throat, while he presses her sagging breasts… heavy under her chest.
Finally, they pulled her to one of the pillars where she was tied, hands on the ground maintained by two leather bracelets, her legs are attached similarly, by two leather bracelets and taken apart by a rope. The mirror is placed under her, she is at above 20 inches from the floor, and she is revealing under the lights of two oil lamps, her large distended bottom, and the slit of the sex.
Barral, his prick in full erection, stands behind her… His hands separate more completely the two globes of her buttocks, the head of his tool, reddened by the effort, is posed against the pucked mouth of her ass, opening the narrow passage. Barral breathes heavily the muscles of his thighs are bulging, contracted-Then he pushes violently with a hoarse cry… Another savage cry comes in the attic. The girl, her anus distended, feels the man's balls against her cunt, and the hairy belly glued to her ass… In her, the tool penetrated with one single thrust…
Nothing is heard but the gaping breath of the young bride, trying to recover her mind after that odious rape. Barral caresses her sides… Then he slowly moves his damp and hard flesh in her warm belly… The others, bending forward, are looking at the movement of the fleshy pole going in an out of her ass… Barral feels the contraction of the muscled little mouth around his tool… And once again Sodom is the master of pleasure… Barral frantically moves his prick… He feels pleasure come while bruising the warm intimity of the girl. She is gaping, and Barral feels his pleasure coming… he moderates his pace, and moves out of her… Then he digs into her again, in a brutal rape that has the girl panting and crying with pain again… She is crying and tears are rolling from her closed eyes… The prick, like a piston, goes in and out of the tender sheath deeper at each move. Once again, the sperm comes to the prick, and this time, Barral does not try to prevent its coming, and he let his burning sap splurt in her, while his fingers are dug in the flesh of her buttocks…