Sylvie raised up, took a whip, and coming to Maria, told her:
“Now darling, are you going to be good and play us a little tune on that piano?”
The girl stared at Sylvie who menacingly held 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'll 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 shaft pointed toward the ass. Already the anus was touching the immense looking pole. Sobbing, Maria leaned against that pole that slowly slid in her, distending the contracted asshole.
“No, no, not thaT! Oooh, I… OOOH!”
The lashes cracked again on the naked shoulders and the body slid down, little by little. One could hear the soft hissing of the flesh sliding swiftly on the greased pole as the dildo was absorbed slowly. The girls were gasping as if being fucked; they were caressing their own buttocks and their fingers were working into their assholes. They remembered sitting on that same stool.
And the pole slid, absorbed, disappeared; in a sigh of shame, but also of relief from Maria, the buttocks glued themselves to the wooden basis of the stool.
Then after a little while, Sylvie obliged her to move on the stool, to have the pole slide into her guts. She disimpaled her with one hard move and Maria had to 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 intrusion.
Then they freed the girl, and throwing her on the couch, Sylvie abandoned her to the caresses of the young girls. She was caught in an orgy of pleasure under expert tongues, her head tightly held between one of her colleague's legs. Monique, naked, offered herself to the sapphic caresses of Sylvie, while she was pressing her opulent buttocks.
Little by little all the girls went away, leaving Monique alone with Sylvie. She lifted Monique up, and bringing her to the stool, told her, without stopping her caresses on her:
“Try it 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 Sylvie's caress while impaled on the dildo, against which she was voluptuously rubbing herself. Her wonderful breasts, 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 brought its share of caresses, either from the lips of the pupils or the lips of Sylvie under her supple embrace, but also under the more and more habit forming domination of the lash. She now offered herself to Sylvie 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. Sylvie 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 present domination.
CHAPTER FIVE
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 herself, 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 lingered fondly on her belly and the satin-like skin of the inside of her thighs.
Life went as usual at Mrs. Merval's, 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 her the best caresses between her widely opened thighs. Sylvie once called for her, and after a passionate night made her scream her pleasure by introducing into her ass bigger and bigger nozzles, after vigorously 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 measurements and made some dresses for her. Sometime after, she received from Sylvie a box containing some lingerie, stockings and shoes, with a little note attached to it: “Meet me at my place tonight, nine p.m.”
Anxious and impatient at the same time, Monique thought that the day would never end.
The same evening she put on the clothes that were in the box. The mirror showed her the image of a sultry Monique, her shapely legs emphasized by the black silk stockings with very high heel shoes that accentuated the curve of her legs. Her thighs emerged from a pleated velvet skirt that opened right under the buttocks and looked like a lampshade. Her belly and her bottom were naked under it. A velvet bodice with long, puffed sleeves of the same color as the skirt, was covering her torso. It was slit from the neck to the belt where a string of stones (faked of course) was accentuating the slim waist and round hips. The opening in the bodice allowed a good view of the young girl's charms. One could see the deep valley that separated her breasts and their round and firm base. On her head a little black velvet cap lined with white swan feathers was posed over her fair and silky curls.
Monique put a little velvet mask over her eyes, and, anticipating what was to come, took the corridor that led to Mrs. Merval's apartments.
She welcomed Monique silently and introduced her in the lounge, dimly lit by one lamp in a corner. Monique was astounded. In front of her, three men were sitting on the sofa, and one of them was wearing a monk's frock. They all wore masks. Gallantly, they rose and bowed in front of her. Sylvie pushed her toward them. Monique gave Sylvie a long, inquiring look. Sylvie was dressed in a black, transparent negligee that daringly revealed her naked and muscled body, and her black, silk-dressed legs. Sylvie showed Monique the little table where the liquors were stored. She poured a glass for each of the guests and presented it on a gold tray. She sat in front of them, on a little stool, her thighs closed tight together. Because of the low level where she was sitting she had her knees at the same level as her breasts and her thighs, and a little bit of the flesh of her sex was displayed. She lowered her eyes, a little bit ashamed, but she could feel desire coming in her veins.
Sylvie came to her in a purr of her lace and a cloud of scent. She opened a little case and handed it to Monique.
“Look darling, what our friends were nice enough to bring for you.”
Monique looked into the little box and stood motionless; her eyes could not leave the things in the box. On a velvet tray were exposed a little whip with thin lashes, a stick, and three nozzles with different heads, made out of pink, hard rubber.
A voluptuous emotion crept into Monique's body. She blushed intently as Sylvie, already by her side, began unbuttoning the bodice and took one of Monique's breasts in her hand. When the voluminous globe appeared, a murmur of admiration from the guests saluted it. Soon after, the other breast was unveiled with its erected nipple. Monique was pushed towards the men and had to place herself in front of them. Immediately they kissed her teats and lifted the little skirt.