"Great God!” I cried, “Is there anyone you don't know? But never mind-go ahead with your plans; I'm crazy to see the place!"
CHAPTER VIII
Well, my friend, I suppose by this time you have quite given me up as the worst person in the world, and I don't see how I can blame you if you have.
But if I have pictured myself to you as a wanton, it was but to prepare you for my further adventures; adventures which quite outshine any I have yet related.
With me it has always been a quest to seek something new and startling; something to stir the blood; that would raise the temperature; something to thrill one from head to toe-and I got it in Budapest!
As you undoubtedly know, it isn't such a long run between the two cities, and we made it that night, arriving at the prison in the early hours of dawn. Nina and Anna having made all the arrangements, we were royally received. An excellent breakfast, a few hours rest, and we were ready for the busiest day and night I have ever spent.
The prison itself wasn't much-just one of the many of its type found in older cities throughout Europe. Low, grimy, filth everywhere, it was a sight for Satan himself, and I guess he presides over it with consummate, if not extravagant, infinity.
It was enough to cause one to turn away, but the gaiety of my friends and their expectations of something unusual in the manner of this orgy led me on. And I'm not sorry, in a way, that I remained. True, the things I saw, nay, even took part in, the experience I gained as to the inner workings of the human mind, to say nothing of the delightful creature I found there and who was to become my maid, all compensated me, I believe.
The fourth member of our party, the one chosen by Anna and Nina to make the quartet, was a very beautiful and talented young woman by the name of Bernice, a young lady of Spanish extraction and known, like most famous women at that time, as “Madam"-Madam Bernice.
During the journey I had had a chance to study this woman, and the longer I was in her company the more I liked her. Raven black hair, a dark, olive complexion, beautiful features, well-formed and firm breasts, a small waist, full, rounded hips, thighs as round as the most perfect spheres, tapering calves and ankles, small, well-turned feet with unusually high arches-a mark of distinction in itself. Added to that she was unusually intelligent and liberal to a fault. I found myself delighting in her drollery and wit.
She was daring, too. Like my friend, the Russian countess, she had an almost unholy delight in appearing in public in the scantiest of dress. Stranger still, she was welcomed into the most wealthy and famed homes in both Pest and Budapest; wealthy dames thought it something of an honor to be seen in her company, and many of them-thousands, if you please-frequented her spacious home and indulged in their passions to the limit. I shall tell you much more of this a little later on.
I found that she had, on several occasions, visited the famous prison and was on excellent terms with the Russian warden. Indeed, I found that some of her prettiest girls were brought from this dreadful place, as were several young and handsome men, and of this I shall also have more to say a little later.
Our reception into the warden's office was an event I shall long remember. The warden was the nearest thing to a pig in human form I have ever seen outside a circus. The man weighed close to three hundred pounds-I was to feel his great weight before I left the den-like place. Like his famous sister, he sported the high cheekbones and the slanting, Mongolian eyes so common among the lower classes of Russians, while his nose was flat and broad and appeared as though a great slice had been taken from its base, leaving the great holes of his nostrils looking like miniature caves. Not a very pretty picture, one might say.
Moving one's vision further down the broad, flat face, one came to what was supposed to be a mouth, but which resembled a cave that housed a few long, yellow teeth. The chin, or what there was of it, wasn't much, and this was covered with a two-or three-day growth of light-yellow beard. His great head of corn-yellow hair was unkempt, and his eyes were set close together. All in all, his features did not instill in me much trust.
His shoulders were unusually broad, his body was massive, as were his belly and hips. His legs were like pillars, while his feet, encased in monstrous shoes, were things of dread. Add to this a profound hatred for water and soap, and you have what might prove to be a rather unique picture of the gentleman.
Believe it or not, my friend, the mere sight of this monster sickened me-yet, I was to know him much more intimately within a short time! Startling, isn't it?
Madam Bernice, however, didn't seem to dread him. Rushing up to him in the most unorthodox manner, she sprang into his waiting arms and kissed his froglike mouth with what appeared to be a frenzy of delight. Hanging about his great shoulders and smiling into his eyes, his great hands molding and pressing her bottom-cheeks through her thin dress, she cried, “Think of it darling! I leave a thousand of the most handsome and powerful men in Pest, ride most of the night on a stuffy old train just to be with you again! Just for the pleasure of having your wonderfully big cock again! Tell me you love me, Mike!"
"Sure I love you!” he cried, holding her out at arm's length as though she were but a doll. “And you'll get it, too! Get it as you've never got it before! And you, Anna, my angel!” he cried, dropping Bernice and taking Anna in his great hands and tossing her up in the air amid a flutter of flying skirts. “So little Anna has come back to be properly fucked! Ho! Ho! Well, like Bernice, the little half-black Spanish-nigger, you'll get it too!
"And you, Nina!” he said grasping the laughing girl in his soiled hands. “The most wonderful little bedfellow in the world! The little one who knows how to cuddle one between her pretty little thighs! Ho! Ho! The hottest little cunt in all creation! Ho! Ho!"
Then, as though I had been invisible until then, his pig-like eyes fell on me. “So!” he cried, pushing the others aside and rushing upon me like a crazed bull. “So this is the new beauty you were telling me about! Ho! Ho! Well, my darling, I'm going to make your trip worthwhile! I'm going to give you a dose of sperm that will still the very beating of your heart! I'll drown it! So I will!"
You think that dreadful, my friend? You think this quite the most unusual incident you have ever heard of? Then listen to this and judge for yourself just what sort of a man I found myself confronted with. Having finished with his description as to what I might expect, he tossed me up and astride his massive shoulders and hurried toward a stone-paved room where a great plank-like table was being prepared by a half-dozen girls from the women's section of the prison.
Guards, less gigantic than my warden, though no less cruel in both looks and demeanor, followed us, each carrying a kicking, squealing bundle of laughing, shouting femininity, namely Anna, Nina, and Bernice! Nina, seemingly gone mad with the spirit of the thing, literally tore the upper part of her bodice away, baring her breasts! “Look!” she screamed, leaning close and rubbing the erect nipples across the eager lips of her guard. “Aren't they beauties! Don't you love them! Suck them, you dog!"
Anna, held in the embrace of another guard-a fat little pig of a man-was suffering his kisses, one of his hands caressing her bottom-cheeks, the other probing into the cloth of her dress! “Fool!” she cried, snatching up her skirt that he might have unhindered use of his probing, searching hand. “That's no way to feel one's lover! Feel how slippery it is! All ready for your lovely cock!"
Bernice, more daring, perhaps, than the rest of us, broke away from her escort's embrace. Jumping upon the table, kicking bottles and glasses out of her way, she tore the clothes from her body! Waist, undervest, skirts and lacy drawers, all went by the board! Naked now, save her slippers and stockings, she broke into a most obscene dance!