“Enough… Oooh… Enough… Not There-Enough, enough…”
But Claudie did not seem to get tired. Finally she let the girl rest and caressed her softly. Then she took another whip that was made of a multitude of thin, round hard leather lashes. Behind the girl, stretched on her opened legs, she threw the whip from the ground to the ceiling, and the lashes went crashing on the half opened cunt, their ends hurting the velvety pubis… A shout, a desperate try to go away and the anguished woman held the hard biting of the lashes insinuating between the curled lips of her sex…
Pitiless, Claudie kept flogging with hard strokes the fragile and sweet flesh of those insides which only received soft caresses before… At each blow, the girl repulsed in the ropes, and undulated in the most lubric way in front of her colleagues… Each time the lashes were landing on the pubis that began to become of a dark pink color, and the erected clitoris, burning with pain, was emerging from the hot yawning lips of her cunt.
At last Claudie stopped the abominable flogging, and sitting down contemplated the heavily breathing annihilated girl.
At a signal she was released from the ropes that held her legs, and she could stand on her feet, already more at ease now that her thighs were closed again… But already Claudie was asking for the Piano stool. At the mere sight of the instrument, Maria's eyes filled with fear.
It was a wooden stool with a long screw could regulate its height… The saddle was very narrow, merely a circle of wood of about 8 inches of diameter, in its middle a huge screw was protruding… Margaret brought Claudie a case in which were a certain number of hardened rubber nozzles, with various shapes… She took one, about ten inches long, and 2 1/2 inches large, the extremity of which, olive shaped, was bigger. She gave it to Margaret who fixed it to the screw on the stool. She put Vaseline on the pal that was standing hard and erected, in the middle of the seat, shiny with grease. She put the stool behind the girl whose arms were still tied. The ropes that held Maria's wrists were unknotted, and immediately she put her hands at her breasts and caressed their red and painful extremities.
Claudie raised up, took a whip, and coming by Maria told her:
“Now darling, are you going to be good and play us a little tune on that piano?”
The girl stared at Claudie who was menacingly holding the whip over her head:
“Sit down… Immediately, on that pretty stool!”
A crack of the whip landed on the girl's belly, she bent down and hollered:
“Yes… Yes, I sit down… Enough, enough…”
Silence fell on the room, the girl opened her knees, bent her legs, held the sides of the stool with both hands…
“Hands off!.. And another blow fell on the reddened buttocks. Maria took her hands away and placed them on her trembling knees. She squatted slowly, while all the girls came behind her, closer, looking avidly at the keel pointed toward the ass. Already the anus was touching the immense looking pal… Sobbing, Maria leaned against that pole that slowly slid in her, distending the contracted ass-hole, the faked phallus was touching the pucked hole… “No… No… NOT THAT… Oooh… I… OOOH!” The lashes cracked again on the naked shoulders and the body slid, little by little… One, could hear the soft hissing of the flesh sliding swiftly on the greased pole… The dildo was absorbed slowly as by a greedy ghoul… The girls were gasping as if rutting, they were caressing their own buttocks and their fingers were insinuating in their ass-holes… They remembered sitting on that same stool…
And the pole slid, absorbed, disappeared, and in an admirative whisper, in a sigh of shame but also of relief from Maria, the buttocks came glued to the wooden basis of the stool… The girls were imagining monstrous possessions…
Then after a little while, Claudie obliged her to move on the stool, to have the pole sliding in her guts… She desimpaled her with one hard move and Maria had to, in a defeated cry, sit down again on the prick… But as the anus was used to the size of the tool, it accepted with more facility that new intromission.
Then they freed the girl, and throwing her on the couch Claudie abandoned her to the caresses of the young girls… Orgy of the pleasure under expert tongues, her head tightly held between one the her colleague's legs… Monique, naked, offered herself to the Saphic caresses of Claudie, while she was pressing her opulent buttocks.
Little by little all the girls went away, leaving Monique alone with Claudie. She lifted up Monique, and bringing her to the stool, told her, without stopping her caresses on her:
“Try it you too… For my pleasure… For me…”
And Monique, though she was oversatisfied with caresses opened her legs widely, bent over the slimy pole, put her anus, dampened by the many caresses that had taken place before, on the stake, and pushed with all her desire. She felt the velvety flesh of her insides distend softly, separate till it became painful, and with a last hoarse moan, she sat, her buttocks crashing against the wood, of the seat, completely penetrated by the hardened stem.
She had to bear Claudie's caress while impaled on the dildo against which she was voluptuously rubbing herself… Her wonderful breast sucked by the ardent mouth, were shivering smoothly, and finally, she came, with all her being, in a terrible spasm that left her panting, breathless, and still impaled…
And the days went by, each one bringing its share of caresses, either by the lips of the pupils, or by the lips of Claudie, under her supple embrace, but also under the more and more habit forming domination of the lash… She now offered herself to Claudie who got her used to harder contacts with the leather or the stick. But Monique, however, lacked something, she remembered the soft and yet painful contact of the male's flesh in the deepest of her body, and once again she wanted the Male. Claudie felt that she was at the adequate point of desire, and promised herself to enjoy that body as much as she loved to enjoy the bodies of those that she held under her lubric domination.
CHAPTER FOUR
MONK'S BUSINESS…
Monique stretched on her bed and got up… Her whole body was covered by a film of sweat. She poured herself some water, lukewarm she thought… She swallowed it with small gulps… She gave a look at the still silent park, but through the blades of the Venetian blinds no cool breeze was coming… She sat in a deep armchair, thighs wide apart, propped up against the arms of the chair… In the mirror facing her she contemplated her lubrically offered intimacy: the damp pink mouth deep in the fair hair, the thick lips, with the vagina slightly opened in their middle.
She inclined her head and yawned, and, with her eyes closed, went back in her memories while her fingers were lingeringly fondling her belly and the satin like skin of the inside of her thighs.
Life went as usual at Mrs. Merval, pleasantly with its equal share of lectures, of voluptuous nights, of perverse contacts, there was not one of the childish faces of her class (and often of the others…) that had not given the best caresses between her widely opened thighs. Claudie once called for her, and after a passionate night made her holler her pleasure by introducing in her ass bigger and bigger nozzles, after copiously whipping the consenting buttocks, with the sticks and the leather whip.
At the break of dawn, Monique returned to her room completely exhausted. The next day the pension's seamstress took her measures and made some dresses for her. Sometimes after she received from Claudie a box containing some lingerie, stocking and shoes, with a little note attached to it: “Meet me at my place tonight, nine p.m.”