Louise realized what Claudine meant. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Not at all. But wait a minute," said Claudine, easing herself gently up and out of the bath. "Get dried now and come with me. I'll show you something."
In the bedroom, Claudine picked up the silvery whip and crossed to a wall closet. Louise noticed how reverently she handled the thing and understood just that much better. From the closet, where she laid the whip, Claudine brought out a wooden, intricately-carved casket. With loving care, she opened it slowly.
It revealed a sight that caused Louise involuntarily to catch her breath.
A tray flipped up and out and there, resting in satin niches, were at least a dozen perfectly-modeled penises. They were obviously penises and nothing else. There were pricks of all sizes, lengths and thicknesses, each in the color of actual flesh. Could they have been actual erections which had been amputated and preserved in erection by some witchery unknown to her?
As if divining her thoughts, Claudine smiled.
"Ever see anything like this?" she asked. "Rubber, all of them. But the cleverest set in the whole world, that I'll swear. They call them dildos. I had them made in Paris seven years ago."
Lovingly she drew one at random from its bed of satin. It was a fierce, thick phallus, not long but wicked in its volume, nevertheless.
"Look at this one," she said, handing it to Louise.
Louise felt the old spell of mesmerism in her as she took it from Claudine's fingers. To the touch it was as if it had been constructed of living sinew from the human body itself.
"Isn't it a beauty?" whispered Claudine.
Louise was quite speechless. As if she were reaching into some fabulous jewel box she took up first one, then another, of the phalluses, handling them with silent reverence as she studied and admired them.
Finally she looked up at Claudine.
"Dimly and long ago," she said softly, "from somewhere, I heard about these things. But I never saw a dildo until now. Not in all my life. Have you ever used them, Claudine?"
"Yes. This casket is a hangover – I suppose you could call it – of the age in which I was getting my experience. Capri and all that. But I don't often use these dildos."
Already Louise felt her cunt itching in its desire to contain one or even all of these penises. Ever since Rollo had masturbated her, on this weirdest of all evenings, she had felt heavy and sexually unsatisfied – thwarted in some way. Tonight she had given so much to so many, and had had so little herself.
"Do you know how to use them?" she breathed. Claudine smiled.
"Of course," she said, all feminine sympathy and understanding now. "But you can use them yourself, you know."
Louise felt herself shivering, in spite of the warmth of the lush summer evening. Goose pimples stood up all over her skin as, in imagination, she felt the different pricks sliding up her cunt.
"Let me try," she whispered.
"Go right ahead," invited Claudine, extending the tray to Louise.
As if in a trance, Louise pored over its contents. There they lay, pricks in all their glory and in all their infinite variety. There were fat, chubby pricks, long pricks – enormously long and thin as pencils almost-pricks with vast blue heads on them. One massive affair was as thick as it was improbably long and seemed to gleam as if it were alive, blue-veined and full of girth. Then a trio of phalluses similar in molding, differing only in an extra inch of length. Louise could imagine the purpose of this trio, and quivered as she thought about it. One of them was an enormous thing, the like of which Louise could never have imagined. She thought it must have been included in the set as a sort of ornament – a gross enlargement of what a penis could look like. It was a full twelve inches long, fashioned to proportion so that it lay in its satin bed looking for all the world as vast as a woman's forearm.
It struck terror into her as she drew it diffidently from the box. Even handling the monstrous thing was a fearsome experience, and she winced as she tried to imagine something as formidable as that piercing her vagina, which was throbbing now with the pain of continuous frustration.
Seeing her handle that massive organ, far and away the greatest of them all, Claudine dissuaded Louise with a knowing glance.
"I'd start on something smaller," she said.
With wooden movements, as if she were a puppet, Louise replaced the vast tool and chose another, a weapon merely eight inches in length. But it was a fiercely-girthed prick at that, fully five inches or more in circumference, so that her hand could not encompass it quite around.
"May I try this one?" she asked.
Claudine acquiesced, and Louise fell over the bed, thighs splayed apart so that her agitated twat was fully exposed.
Slowly, infinitely carefully, she brought the blued head of the instrument to the parted labia and then thrust down with it so that her cunt lips seemed to swallow at the rubber girth.
Her glazed eyes took in the look of almost slavering, lascivious delight on Claudine's face. Deliciously then, Louise withdrew the rubber penis from her hairy slit and offered the ersatz erection to Claudine.
"You do it for me," she asked shyly. "Take it, Claudine. Toss me off with the thing. Go on, I'm ready."
Claudine obeyed. Grasping the instrument by its scrotumless base, she slid the length of it back up Louise's lubricated twat – once, twice, three times – listening to the moans of pleasure coming from the supine girl.
"God, but it feels enormous and perfect! Ah, the sweet, lovable heft of it! Give it to me, Claudine, but slowly… drive it into me. Don't stop!"
Not ceasing her frigging with the artificial prick, Claudine bent forward and took Louise's left nipple into her lips, running her teeth smoothly around its areola. The sensation caused Louise's beginning tirade to expire into a whimper of pure bliss.
Cleverly Claudine titillated the other nipple between experienced fingertips, never stopping with the major source of pleasure which was sliding in and out of the juicy sheath between Louise's thighs. Then she whipped the prick out of Louise's cunt, withdrawing it on long strands of love juices.
"Ah, Christ! What are you doing, Claudine? Don't stop now, I beg of you!" came the impassioned cry. "What's happening?"
"Wait. I've got a new idea."
Swiftly, Claudine bent to the box of dildos and slid out yet another tray from the canteen. In this tray lay a series of straps and, seizing one set of these, Claudine began to strap the base of the biggest prick – the foot-long enormity which Louise had handled with such trepidation – into a cunningly-contrived socket in the leatherwork. Then she bound the whole thing about her own hips so that suddenly the naked-breasted woman took on the weird appearance of a female with the most enormous erection Louise had ever seen, jutting up and out from her crotch. It was an awesome incredible sight.
"It's quite unbelievable!" exclaimed Louise. She lay twisting and undulating upon the bed racked with desire.
"But it's true," said Claudine. "Wait till you find out."
In a flash, Louise realized what was about to happen. Claudine meant to fuck her with that enormous engine. Louise grew cold with sudden terror.
"My God! No!" she shuddered. "Not with that thing! Oh, no, Claudine."
"It shouldn't hurt," whispered Claudine reassuringly. "I've had it and I never felt a thing."
"But it's so massive!" cried Louise.
"More than any real penis anywhere in the world," agreed Claudine, advancing again upon Louise. "But you'll see, you'll be able to take it. I promise I won't hurt you."
"But I'm afraid, Claudine."
"I'll stop it, I promise you, the moment I feel it's too much for you. I won't hurt you. Won't you try?"
Kneeling now, Claudine presented the huge head of the dildo at the entrance to Louise's vagina. Louise lay, rigid with fear, unable to move a muscle to defend herself…