Chapter 8

A drawn-out cry echoed in the confines of the room. Claudie Merval was panting as she looked at the martyred body spread-eagled naked on the bed. The wrists and ankles were tied to the four posters of the bed. The whole body was marked from what must have been a terrible flagellation. Claudie came closer and murmured: "Monique?"

The pain faded from the girl's eyes and she looked up in response. Claudie lavished her face and torso with kisses. "My little darling, you know I had to be extremely severe with you. I was obliged to make your body pay for the abominable pleasure you took with those brutes at the inn. Now you have been purified by pain.

Tomorrow you will become my 'wife' and I will teach you real love."

Her mouth crushed Monique's lips. Then Claudie slowly untied the body she had just tortured with the whip and the leather rod. She covered Monique with a blanket and wetted her lips and temples with a moist cloth.

Monique immediately sank into a deep, strength-reviving sleep.

Claudie Merval was residing at a friend's house for a short time while her apartment was being redecorated. The friend also was an adept at whipping. Completely obedient and passive, the woman had married a rich wine producer from the south of France. Her marital life had left her entirely unsatisfied and yearning for forbidden embraces and forbidden pursuits. She found both at Claudie Merval's chateau in Britain once every summer and would return bruised and battered but happy. Then her husband had died in a boating accident. She would have squandered her fortune and land, but for Selma, who had been asked by Claudie to attend to the despondent widow.

Selma had responded by sending a lawyer to visit the woman. He was carrying a letter of recommendation from Selma. Two hours later he left the residence, leaving behind a woman entirely satisfied, her buttocks red from the spanking she'd received. Every weekend since then he had returned to the house and exacted his fee for the professional advice he was giving the woman.

Later Selma came to visit and was overjoyed to find that her "student" had experienced a full financial recovery and had a new appreciation for life as well. The woman had been obliged to leave the house for several days because of pressing business concerns, but Selma remained there along with Claudie and had welcomed Monique upon her arrival. Monique's "purification" had followed not long afterward.

Claudie came to wake Monique up later in the evening. They took dinner together outside on the terrace along with Selma. They were served by Clara, the maid of the house, a young girl of about seventeen. She was small and of pleasant proportions, and under the rough material of her working clothes one could guess at her abundant charms.

Claudie was making light conversation, speaking about her life and the life of the woman who owned the house. Suddenly Clara came up to Monique and kissed her on the lips. Monique could feel the ardent and sharp little tongue darting past her lips and drilling into her mouth.

"Did you kiss my friend as you were supposed to do it?" asked Selma.

"Oh yes, madam," replied the serving girl as she withdrew.

Nothing more was said and the remainder of the evening passed uneventfully. Claudie went to bed and Monique went to her own room soon after. She undressed and was relieved to find that the marks of the whipping she'd received were already less visible.

Monique rose late the next morning. A shower calmed her burning flesh, though her cunt still ached where the tips of the cat-o'-nine-tails nipped her. She was also worried about what Claudie and Selma might have in store for her, though her misgivings competed with anticipation and desire.

During the day nothing special happened, but Claudie went to town to buy a white veil and white panties.

That night after dinner, they all trouped to Monique's room and began to assemble a stripper's outfit-a G- string, and pasties for her nipples. Claudie and Selma kept its purpose a secret from her. When Monique came down the next morning, she overheard Selma on the phone and guessed that she was talking about her. There was to be some sort of ceremony and she, Monique, was to be the principal actor.

Selma was inviting friends. From what she could hear and understand, the ceremony was to be a symbolic marriage. It sounded interesting enough; at least it appeared as though whips wouldn't play a part in the proceedings. When the evening came, Claudie, naked under a sheer dress that clung to her ripe curves like a second skin, entered Monique's room and helped her with her toilet. Later, a number of cars pulled up to the front gate.

Monique, looking out the window, counted six guests, all men. That was worrisome- in itself. Claudie appeared not long afterward and asked her to come downstairs. She also handed her a little mask to wear.

"You will keep this on to be introduced to my friends," she instructed. Claudie led her downstairs to the sitting room. Selma opened the doors and admitted them. It was dark inside, lit only by a pair of candelabra on the floor. The furnishings were sparse and very low to the floor.

Monique entered and looked around. The six men were also masked and wore tuxedos. Monique, half naked in her stripper's attire, looked even more desirable than ever. She was beginning to feel intrigued by the whole affair. She tried to cover her body with the veil, but already Selma was telling her:

"Do I have to whip you in order to make you a little more obedient?"

Monique looked into Claudie's eyes and found only desire and determination. The woman nodded and Monique let her hands drop. The veil fell with them, draping her body, revealing more than it concealed.

Monique could feel the eyes of the men converge on her belly and her heavy breasts.

"My bride..." intoned Selma, showing Monique around. As they paraded around the room, Monique tried to determine the age of the men, but with the masks she couldn't discern age or even more than the most general of features. They were all in decent physical condition, though. That much she could guess as they kissed her gloved hand. They were not very young for they all had grey hair at the temples at least.

Claudie was putting a strange record on the turntable as they finished their circuit of the room. The music was Oriental-the type one would hear at a belly dancer's cabaret. She turned to Monique and told her:

"It is the custom that the bride open the ball. So show us that you can dance..." And after designating seats to her friends, she directed Monique to the well-lit center of the floor. Monique understood what her friend was expecting of her. If these visitors were as important as she suspected they were, and could open the doors to opportunity for her, she would not leave any of them disappointed. She assumed the posture of a dancing girl and lifted her arms above her head. Then she began rippling her belly, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She transformed herself into the most voluptuous vision of exotic beauty that ever existed.

The excitement was having its effect on Monique as well. The fact that she was nearly naked in front of these strangers only heightened her sensuous desire and the thrill that burned inside her. She could feel their ardent gasps as she whirled near to them.

Suddenly Claudie called out to her: "What is the matter with you? Do you want to be whipped more severely?"

"No," sighed Monique. not understanding.

"Good. Then you must draw near to our friend Serge and let him unclasp the cloth that covers your bush."

Monique looked around the room, seeing the designated man already kneeling down with arms outstretched. Her moment of hesitation earned her a light swat across her buttocks with the whip that Selma suddenly was holding. She hurried towards the man.

"Open your thighs," ordered Claudie.

Swept up by an intensely voluptuous sensation, Monique stood trembling in front of the man with her thighs apart.

"More!"

Monique complied. She guessed that the man could now see the slit of her cunt where the little strings of her panties bit into her flesh. She felt the string being undone. Then the eager lips of the man were on her snatch, licking and biting.. .until Selma's whip cracked across his hands.

"Serge! I don't recall giving you permission..."

The man contritely returned to his seat, stopping along the way to kiss the tip of Claudie's shoe. Then Claudie herself came forward and removed the pasties from Monique's breasts.

"Now dance, Monique. Dance with the wild abandon I know you hide within you!"

Entirely naked, Monique improvised the most erotic gyrations that entered her head. She acted almost without thought, allowing her senses to assume control of her body. Her pussy seemed to be offered to an invisible lover as it twisted and contorted from the sinuousness of her movements. One single gesture would have been sufficient to release all these men and have them spurt their swollen loads. Even Claudie was watching with sheer lust etched on her face. Selma was nearly beside herself as she watched the exhibition contrived by her beloved. At the climax of the music, which she sensed was near, Monique bent backwards until her outstretched palms touched the floor. This offered her cunt fully to the eyes of her admirers. It was slightly yawning and damp, shining like a little shell fresh out of the sea. At a nod from Claudie, Selma came to her and took her in her arms, kissing her lips and caressing her body.

Then she led her to a sofa, telling her: "Now you have to do away with your spinster's life. I told you that I would have you, and would start you on a series of adventures that would remain with you when your body has long since lost its youthfulness. Obey me in all things now before these friends and I expect that you will never have to be whipped again in anger. Now I leave you to your last solitary caress...

Taking Monique's right hand, she placed it on the protruding mount. Monique realized that she was expected to diddle herself in front of all these people. She could see the eyes of all the men behind their masks, circling the bed, staring at her cunt.

Already Claudie was tapping her thighs with the lash. "I will count to three, you naughty child. One.. .two..."

"Not that," murmured Monique.

"Then...?"

Monique slowly opened her thighs wide, letting her legs fall on each side of the sofa. Her pussy was fully exposed, and under it, the brown puckered flower. Then lust seized her and with both hands she parted the lips of her cunt. They were all able to contemplate her innermost secrets-the conch-hued inner lips, the luscious mossing of hair, the already erect clitoris. Through half-closed eyelids Monique looked at Claudie and Selma and saw the adoration on their faces.

Then she closed her eyes, placed her arm folded in front of her face, and with her middle finger slowly began to masturbate. It slid between the grasping lips and sank up to the knuckle. Then it emerged shiny and wet before submerging again in a now-steady rhythm. Monique's breasts rose and fell as her breath quickened, her nipples drawing more and more erect with each stroke of the probing digit.

Selma watched the delightful show for a moment longer and then went to the closet. She found a double- ended dildo made of pink rubber that closely resembled the real thing. Selma quickly removed her clothes, exposing her own majestic tits and strong legs for the adoration of the onlookers. Then she introduced one end of the phallus into her slit and, carrying the length of the device, came towards Monique.

The men, leaning forward, had returned to their examination of Monique as she continued her exhibition.

They were hypnotized by the finger that was caressing and jiggling the erect clit. The engorged bud was so big now it looked like prick of a newborn baby. The men listened to the moans of the girl, aware that the spasms were approaching from the degree of her breathlessness. Muscles contracted, teeth clenched, she gave herself over to the masturbation, unaware of the lasciviousness of her posture, and uncaring. Each time she would open her eyes and glance at the eyes of the men, she would find in them an increase in their pleasure and her own.

Suddenly her orgasm exploded and she had a spasm. Mouth agape, she twisted her whole body on the bed, the finger still frantically working on and in her flesh. Then she doubled over from the extremity of her passion, and remained in that position until her breathing resumed some semblance of normalcy.

The men immediately began covering Monique's body with sensuous kisses. They didn't linger, however, because they were well aware of the presence of the whip and Selma's willingness to use it should they risk a gesture that was forbidden. When they straightened they pulled the bed to the middle of the room. Claudie came to Monique and told her: "Now come and receive the attentions of your spouse."

Selma was waiting, the dildo projecting from her hungry cunt. She came forward and climbed on the bed, positioning herself between Monique's bedewed thighs. She bent her head and began licking Monique along the inner portion of the thighs right up to where the legs meet the trunk. She lingered there, tonguing the warm mount, and planting her lips on Monique's slit. Then she began the most delicious suction that almost immediately had Monique screaming uncontrollably: "Yes...you. ..you are my master.. .now and always..."

Then Selma covered her with her body. Monique opened her legs widely and offered her cunt to the penetration of the dildo. Behind them the men were watching and Claudie was nodding her head in approval.

Selma guided the tool into Monique's slit. The huge pole penetrated slowly at first as Selma carefully fed it into the yawning crack. Monique uttered a soft cry at first, then her moaning was smothered under Selma's mouth.

The rubber cock was entirely in her cunt. Selma spread her knees fully so that her friends could see clearly all the details of the union. She slowly began fucking Monique with the dildo, assuring her own pleasure with each movement of her hips.

The rod was sliding in and out of its sheath. The head hardly appeared at the opening of either cunt before the whole length of the thing was back in both vulvas. Selma was now delirious with her knowledge that she was finally possessing Monique. Under the vibrations and contractions of her "wife's" cunt, she could feel the same repercussions in her own pussy. The pleasure grew steadily in both women, perfectly timed and simultaneous.

Then the spasms came and the two women fell across each other, while around them in a shower of jetting sperm the men were jerking each other off.

Monique sighed with contentment and brought her lips to Selma's quivering breasts. It had truly been a memorable summer, she reflected as she sucked the swelling nipples. But still her education felt incomplete. There had to be other experiences, other adventures waiting for her. She closed her eyes. Whatever and wherever they were, she would find them.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Selma, then bit down on the nipple in her mouth. It wrung a cry of pleasure and pain from the other woman's lips. Monique nodded and smiled. Perhaps it wouldn't even be long before the pupil became the teacher...

End