'THE 120 DAYS OF SODOM' 
by The Marquis de Sade
Translated by Austryn Wainhouse and Richard Seaver 
 

INTRODUCTION 
     The extensive wars wherewith Louis XIV was burdened during his reign, 
while draining the State's treasury and exhausting the substance of the 
people, none the less contained the secret that led to the prosperity of a 
swarm of those bloodsuckers who are always on the watch for public 
calamities, which, instead of appeasing, they promote or invent so as, 
precisely, to be able to profit from them the more advantageously. The end 
of this so very sublime reign was perhaps one of the periods in the history 
of the French Empire when one saw the emergence of the greatest number of 
these mysterious fortunes whose origins are as obscure as the lust and 
debauchery that accompany them. It was toward the close of this period, and 
not long before the Regent sought, by means of the famous tribunal which 
goes under the name of the Chambre de Justice, to flush this multitude of 
traffickers, that four of them conceived the idea for the singular revels 
whereof we are going to give an account. One must not suppose that it was 
exclusively the low-born and vulgar sort which did this swindling; 
gentlemen of the highest note led the pack. The Duc de Blangis and his 
brother the Bishop of X***, each of whom had thuswise amassed immense 
fortunes, are in themselves solid proof that, like the others, the nobility 
neglected no opportunities to take this road to wealth. These two 
illustrious figures, through their pleasures and business closely 
associated with the celebrated Durcet and the President de Curval, were the 
first to hit upon the debauch we propose to chronicle, and having 
communicated the scheme to their two friends, all four agreed to assume the 
major roles in these unusual orgies. 
     For above six years these four libertines, kindred through their 
wealth and tastes, had thought to strengthen their ties by means of 
alliances in which debauchery had by far a heavier part than any of the 
other motives that ordinarily serve as a basis for such bonds. What they 
arranged was as follows: the Duc de Blangis, thrice a widower and sire of 
two daughters one wife had given him, having noticed that the President de 
Curval appeared interested in marrying the elder of these girls, despite 
the familiarities he knew perfectly well her father had indulged in with 
her, the Duc, I say, suddenly conceived the idea of a triple alliance. 
     "You want Julie for your wife," said he to Curval, "I give her to you 
unhesitatingly and put but one condition to the match: that you'll not be 
jealous when, although your wife, she continues to show me the same 
complaisance she always has in the past; what is more, I'd have you lend 
your voice to mine in persuading our good Durcet to give me his daughter 
Constance, for whom, I must confess, I have developed roughly the same 
feelings you have formed for Julie." 
     "But," said Curval, "you are surely aware that Durcet, just as 
libertine as you..." 
     "I know all that's to be known," the Duc rejoined. "In this age, and 
with our manner of thinking, is one halted by such things? do you think I 
seek a wife in order to have a mistress? I want a wife that my whims may be 
served, I want her to veil, to cover an infinite number of little secret 
debauches the cloak of marriage wonderfully conceals. In a word, I want her 
for the reasons you want my daughter - do you fancy I am ignorant of your 
object and desires? We libertines wed women to hold slaves: as wives they 
are rendered more submissive than mistresse, and you know the value we set 
upon despotism in the joys we pursue." 
     It was at this point Durcet entered. His two friends related their 
conversation and, delighted by an overture which promptly induced him to 
avow the sentiments he too had conceived for Adelaide, the President's, 
Durcet accepted the Duc as his son-in-law, provided he might become 
Curval's. The three marriages were speedily concluded, the dowries were 
immense, the wedding contracts identical. 
     No less culpable than his two colleagues, the President had admitted 
to Durcet, who betrayed no displeasure upon learning it, that he maintained 
a little clandestine commerce with his own daughter; the three fathers, 
each wishing not only to preserve his rights, but noticing here the 
possibility of extending them, commonly agreed that the three young ladies, 
bound to their husbands by goods and homes only, would not in body belong 
more to one than to any of them, and the severest punishments were 
prescribed for her who should take it into her head not to comply with any 
of the conditions whereunto she was subject. 
     They were on the eve of realizing their plan when the Bishop of X***, 
already closebound through pleasure shared with his brother's two friends, 
proposed contributing a fourth element to the alliance should the other 
three gentlemen consent to his participation in the affair. This element, 
the Duc's second daughter and hence the Bishop's niece, was already more 
thoroughly his property than was generally imagined. He had effected 
connections with his sister-in-law and the two brothers knew beyond all 
shadow of doubt that the existence of this maiden, who was called Aline, 
was far more accurately to be ascribed to the Bishop than to the Duc; the 
former who, from the time she left the cradle, had taken the girl into his 
keeping, had not, as one may well suppose, stood idle as the years brought 
her charms to flower. And so, upon this head, he was his colleagues' equal, 
and the article he offered to put on the market was in an equal degree 
damaged or degraded; but as Aline's attractions and tender youth outshone 
even those of her three companions, she was unhesitatingly made a part of 
the bargain. As had the other three, the Bishop yielded her up, but 
retained the rights to her use; and so each of our four characters thus 
found himself husband to four wives. Thus there resulted an arrangement 
which, for the reader's convenience, we shall recapitulate: 
     The Duc, Julie's father, became the husband of Constance, Durcet's 
daughter; 
     Durcet, Constance's father, became the husband of Adelaide, the 
President's daughter; 
     The President, Adelaide's father, became the husband of Julie, the 
Duc's elder daughter; 
     And the Bishop, Aline's uncle and father, became the husband of the 
other three females by ceding this same Aline to his friends, the while 
retaining the same rights over her. 
     It was at a superb estate of the Duc, situated in the Bourbonnais, 
that these happy matches were made, and I leave to the reader to fancy how 
they were consummated and in what orgies; obliged as we are to describe 
others, we shall forego the pleasure of picturing these. 
     Upon their return to Paris, our four friends' association became only 
the firmer; and as our next task is to make the reader familiar with them, 
before proceeding to individual and more searching developments, a few 
details of their lubricious arrangements will serve, it seems to me, to 
shed a preliminary light upon the character of these debauchees. 
     The society had created a common fund, which each of its members took 
his turn administering for six months; the sums, allocated for nothing but 
expenses in the interests of pleasure, were vast. Their excessive wealth 
put the most unusual things within their reach, and the reader ought not be 
surprised to hear that two million were annually disbursed to obtain good 
cheer and lust's satisfaction. 
     Four accomplished procuresses to recruit women, and a similar number 
of pimps to scout out men, had the sole duty to range both the capital and 
the provinces and bring back everything, in the one gender and in the 
other, that could best satisfy their sensuality's demands. Four supper 
parties were held regularly every week in four different country houses 
located at four extremities of Paris. At the first of these gatherings, the 
one exclusively given over to the pleasures of sodomy, only men were 
present; there would always be at hand sixteen young men, ranging in age 
from twenty to thirty, whose immense faculties permitted our four heroes, 
in feminine guise, to taste the most agreeable delights. The youths were 
selected solely upon the basis of the size of their member, and it almost 
became necessary that this superb limb be of such magnificence that it 
could never have penetrated any woman; this was an essential clause, and as 
naught was spared by way of expense, only very rarely would it fail to be 
fulfilled. But simultaneously to sample every pleasure, to these sixteen 
husbands was joined the same quantity of boys, much younger, whose purpose 
was to assume the office of women. These lads were from twelve to eighteen 
years old, and to be chosen for service each had to possess a freshness, a 
face, graces, charms, an air, an innocence, a candor which are far beyond 
what our brush could possibly paint. No woman was admitted to these 
masculine orgies, in the course of which everything of the lewdest invented 
in Sodom and Gomorrah was executed. 
     At the second supper were girls of superior class who, upon these 
occasions forced to give up their proud ostentation and the customary 
insolence of their bearing, were constrained, in return for their hire, to 
abandon themselves to the most irregular caprices, and often even to the 
outrages our libertines were pleased to inflict upon them. Twelve of these 
girls would appear, and as Paris could not have furnished a fresh supply of 
them as often as would have been necessary, these evenings were inters- 
persed with others at which were admitted, only in the same number as the 
well-bred ladies, women ranging from procuresses up through the class of 
officers' wives. There are above four or five thousand in Paris who belong 
to one or the other of the two latter classes and whom need or lust obliges 
to attend soirees of this kind; one has but to have good agents to find 
them, and our libertines, who were splendidly represented, would frequently 
come across miraculous specimens. But it was in vain one was honest or a 
decent woman, one had to submit everything: our Lordships' libertinage, of 
a variety that never brooks limits, would overwhelm with horrors and 
infamies whatever, whether by Nature or social convention, ought to have 
been exempt from such ordeals. Once one was there, one had to be ready for 
anything, and as our four villains had every taste that accompanies the 
lowest, most crapulous debauch, this fundamental acquiescence to their 
desires was not by any means a matter of inconsequence. 
     The guests at the third supper were the vilest, foulest creatures that 
can possibly be met with. To him who has some acquaintance with 
debauchery's extravagances, this refinement will appear wholly 
understandable; 'tis most voluptuous to wallow, so to speak, in filth with 
persons of this category; these exercises offer the completest abandon, the 
most monstrous intemperance, the most total abasement, and these pleasures, 
compared with those tasted the evening before, or with the distinguished 
individuals in whose company we have tasted them, have a way of lending a 
sharp spice to earlier activities. At these third suppers, debauch being 
more thorough, nothing was omitted that might render it complex and 
piquant. A hundred whores would appear in the course of six hours, and only 
too often something less than the full hundred would leave the games. But 
there is nothing to be gained by hurrying our story or by broaching 
subjects which can only receive adequate treatment in the sequel. 
     As for the fourth supper, it was reserved for young maids; only those 
between the ages of seven and fifteen were permitted. Their condition in 
life was of no importance, what counted was their looks: they had to be 
charming; as for their virginity, authentic evidence was required. Oh, 
incredible refinement of libertinage! It was not, assuredly, that they 
wished to pluck all those roses, and how indeed could they have done so? 
for those untouched flowers were always a score in number, and of our four 
libertines only two were capable of proceeding to the act, one of the 
remaining two, the financier, being absolutely incapable of an erection, 
and the Bishop being absolutely unable to take his pleasure save in a 
fashion which, yes, I agree, may dishonor a virgin but which, however, 
always leaves her perfectly intact. No matter; the twenty maiden-heads had 
to be there, and those which were not impaired by our quartet of masters 
became, before their eyes, the prey of certain of their valets just as 
depraved as they, whom they kept constantly at beck and call for more than 
one reason. 
     Apart from these four supper parties there was another, a secret and 
private one held every Friday, involving many fewer persons but surely 
costing a great deal more. The participants were restricted to four young 
and high-born damsels who, by means of strategy and money, had been 
abducted from their parents' homes. Our libertines' wives nearly always had 
a share in this debauch, and their extreme submissiveness, their docile 
attentions, their services made it more of a success each time. As for the 
genial atmosphere at these suppers, it goes without saying that even 
greater profusion than delicacy reigned there; not one of these meals cost 
less than ten thousand francs, and neighboring countries as well as all 
France were ransacked so that what was of the rarest and most exquisite 
might be assembled together. Fine and abundant wines and liqueurs were 
there, and even during the winter they had fruits of every season; in a 
word, one may be certain that the table of the world's greatest monarch was 
not dressed with as much luxury nor served with equal magnificence.  
     But now let us retrace our steps and do our best to portray one by one 
each of our four heroes - to describe each not in terms of the beautiful, 
not in a manner that would seduce or captivate the reader, but simply with 
the brush strokes of Nature which, despite all her disorder, is often 
sublime, indeed even when she is at her most depraved. For - and why not 
say so in passing - if crime lacks the kind of delicacy one finds in 
virtue, is not the former always more sublime, does it not unfailingly have 
a character of grandeur and sublimity which surpasses, and will always make 
it preferable to, the monotonous and lackluster charms of virtue? Will you 
protest the greater usefulness of this or of that, is it for us to scan 
Nature's laws, ours to determine whether, vice being just as necessary to 
Nature as is virtue, she perhaps does not implant in us, in equal quantity, 
the penchant for one or the other, depending upon her respective needs? But 
let us proceed. 
     The Duc de Blangis, at eighteen the master of an already colossal 
fortune which his later speculations much increased, experienced all the 
difficulties which descend like a cloud of locusts upon a rich and 
influental young man who need not deny himself anything; it almost always 
happens in such cases that the extent of one's vices, and one stints 
oneself that much less the more one has the means to procure oneself 
everything. Had the Duc received a few elementary qualities from Nature, 
they might possibly have counter-balanced the dangers which beset him in 
his position, but this curious mother, who sometimes seems to collaborate 
with chance in order that the latter may favor every vice she gives to 
those certain beings of whom she expects attentions very different from 
those virtue supposes, and this because she has just as much need of the 
one as of the other, Nature, I say, in destining Blangis for immense 
wealth, had meticulously endowed him with every impulse, every inspiration 
required for its abuse. Together with a tenebrous and very evil mind, she 
had accorded him a heart of flint and an utterly criminal soul, and these 
were accompanied by the disorders in tastes and irregularity of whim whence 
were born the dreadful libertinage to which the Duc was in no common 
measure addicted. Born treacherous, harsh, imperious, barbaric, selfish as 
lavish in the pursuit of pleasure as miserly when it were a question of 
useful spending, a liar, a gourmand, a drunk, a dastard, a sodomite, fond 
of incest, given to murdering, to arson, to theft, no, not a single virtue 
compensated that host of vices. Why, what am I saying! not only did he 
never so much as dream of a single virtue, he beheld them all with horror, 
and he was frequently heard to say that to be truly happy in this world a 
man ought not merely fling himself into every vice, but should never permit 
himself one virtue, and that it was not simply a matter of always doing 
evil, but also and above all of never doing good. 
"Oh, there are plenty of people," the Duc used to observe, "who never 
misbehave save when passion spurs them to ill; later, the fire gone out of 
them, their now calm spirit peacefully returns to the path of virtue and, 
thus passing their life going from strife to error and from error to 
remorse, they end their days in such a way there is no telling just what 
roles they have enacted on earth. Such persons," he would continue, "must 
surely be miserable: forever drifting, continually undecided, their entire 
life is spent detesting in the morning what they did the evening before. 
Certain to repent of the pleasures they taste, they take their delight in 
quaking, in such sort they become at once virtuous in crime and criminal in 
virtue. However,"our hero would add, "my more solid character is a stranger 
to these contradictions; I do my choosing without hesitation, and as I am 
always sure to find pleasure in the choice I make, never does regret arise 
to dull its charm. Firm in my principles because those I formed are sound 
and were formed very early, I always act in accordance with them; they have 
made me understand the emptiness and nullity of virtue; I hate virtue, and 
never will I be seen resorting to it. They have persuaded me that through 
vice alone is man capable of experiencing this moral and physical vibration 
which is the source of the most delicious voluptuousness; so I give myself 
over to vice. I was still very young when I learned to hold religion's 
fantasies in contempt, being perfectly convinced that the existence of a 
creator is a revolting absurdity in which not even children continue to 
believe. I have no need to thwart my inclinations in order to flatter some 
god; these instincts were given me by Nature, and it would be to irritate 
her were I to resist them; if she gave me bad ones, that is because they 
were necessary to her designs. I am in her hands but a machine which she 
runs as she likes, and not one of my crimes does not serve her: the more 
she urges me to commit them, the more of them she needs; I should be a fool 
to disobey her. Thus, nothing but the law stands in my way, but I defy the 
law, my gold and my prestige keep me well beyond reach of those vulgar 
instruments of repression which should be employed only upon the common 
sort." If one were to raise the objection that, nevertheless, all men 
possess ideas of the just and the unjust which can only be the product of 
Nature, since these notions are found in every people and even amongst the 
uncivilized, the Duc would reply affirmatively, saying that yes, those 
ideas have never been anything if not relative, that the stronger has 
always considered exceedingly just what the weaker regarded as flagrantly 
unjust, and that it takes no more than the mere reversal of their positions 
for each to be able to change his way of thinking too; whence the Duc would 
conclude that nothing is really just but what makes for pleasure, and what 
is unjust is the cause of pain; that in taking a hundred louis from a man's 
pocket, he was doing something very just for himself, although the victim 
of the robbery might have to regard the action with another eye; that all 
these notions therefore being very arbitrary, a fool he who would allow 
himself to become their thrall. It was by means of arguments in this kind 
the Duc used to justify his trans-gressions, and as he was a man of 
greatest possible wit, his arguments had a decisive ring. And so, modeling 
his conduct upon his philosophy, the Duc had, from his most tender youth, 
abandoned himself unrestrainedly to the most shameful extravagances, and to 
the most extraordinary ones. His father, having died young and, as I 
indicated, left him in control of a huge fortune, had however stipulated in 
his will that the young man's mother should, while she lived, be allowed to 
enjoy a large share of this legacy. Such a condition was not in displeasing 
Blangis: poison appearing to be the only way to avoid having to subscribe 
to this article, the knave straightway decided to make use of it. But this 
was the period when he was only making his first steps in a vicious career; 
not daring to act himself, he brought one of his sisters, with whom he was 
carrying on a criminal intrigue, to take charge of the execution, assuring 
her that if she were to succeed, he would see to it that she would be the 
beneficiary of that part of the fortune whereof death would deprive their 
mother. However, the young lady was horrified by this proposal, and the 
Duc, observing that this ill-confided secret was perhaps going to betray 
him, decided on the spot to extend his plans to include the sister he had 
hoped to have for an accomplice; he conducted both women to one of his 
properties whence the two unfortunate ones never returned. Nothing quite 
encourages as does one's first unpunished crime. This hurdle once cleared, 
an open field seemed to beckon to the Duc. Immediately any person 
whomsoever showed opposition to his desires, poison was employed forthwith. 
From necessary murders he soon passed to those of pure pleasure; he was 
captivated by that regrettable folly which causes us to find delight in the 
sufferings of others; he noticed that a violent commotion inflicted upon 
any kind of an adversary is answered by a vibrant thrill in our own nervous 
system; the effect of this vibration, arousing the animal spirits which 
flow within these nerves' con-cavities, obliges them to exert pressure on 
the erector nerves and to produce in accordance with this perturbation what 
is termed a lubricious sensation. Consequently, he set about committing 
thefts and murders in the name of debauchery and libertinage, just as 
someone else would be content, in order to inflame these same passions, to 
chase a whore or two. At the age of twenty-three, he and three of his 
companions in vice, whom he had indoctrinated with his philosophy, made up 
a party whose aim was to go out and stop a public coach on the highway, to 
rape the men among the travelers along with the women, to assassinate them 
afterward, to make off with their victims' money (the conspirators 
certainly had no need of this), and to be back that same night, all three 
of them, at the Opera Ball in order to have a sound alibi. This crime took 
place, ah, yes: two charming maids were violated and massacred in their 
mother's arms; to this was joined an endless list of other horrors, and no 
one dared suspect the Duc. Weary of the delightful wife his father had 
bestowed upon him before dying, the young Blangis wasted no time uniting 
her shade to his mother's, to his sister's, and to those of all his other 
victims. Why all this? to be able to marry a girl, wealthy, to be sure, but 
publicly dishonored and whom he knew full well was her brother's mistress. 
The person in question was the mother of Aline, one of the figures in our 
novel we mentioned above. This second wife, soon sacrificed like the first, 
gave way to a third, who followed hard on the heels of the second. It was 
rumored abroad that the Duc's huge construction was responsible for the 
undoing of all his wives, and as this gigantic tale corresponded in every 
point to its gigantic inspiration, the Duc let the opinion take root and 
veil the truth. That dreadful colossus did indeed make one think of 
Hercules or a centaur: Blangis stood five foot eleven inches tall, had 
limbs of great strength and energy, powerful sinews, elastic nerves, in 
addition to that a proud and masculine visage, great dark eyes, handsome 
black eyelashes, an aquiline nose, fine teeth, a quality of health and 
exuberance, broad shoulders, a heavy chest but a well-proportioned figure 
withal, splendid hips, superb buttocks, the handsomest leg in the world, an 
iron temperament, the strength of a horse, the member of a veritable mule, 
wondrously hirsute, blessed with the ability to eject its sperm any number 
of times within a given day and at will, even at the age of fifty, which 
was his age at the time, a virtually constant erection in this member whose 
dimensions were an exact eight inches for circumference and twelve for 
length over-all, and there you have the portrait of the Duc de Blangis, 
drawn as accurately as if you'd wielded the pencil yourself. But if this 
masterpiece of Nature was violent in its desires, what was it like, Great 
God! when crowned by drunken voluptuousness? 'Twas a man no longer, 'twas a 
raging tiger. Woe unto him who happened then to be serving its passions; 
frightful cries, atrocious blasphemies sprang from the Duc's swollen 
breast, flames seemed to dart from his eyes, he foamed at the mouth, he 
whinnied like a stallion, you'd have taken him for the very god of lust. 
Whatever then was his manner of having his pleasure, his hands necessarily 
strayed, roamed continually, and he had been more than once seen to 
strangle woman to death at the instant of his perfidious discharge. His 
presence of mind once restored, his frenzy was immediately replaced by the 
most complete indifference to the infamies wherewith he had just indulged 
himself, and of this indifference, of this kind of apathy, further sparks 
of lechery would be born almost at once. 
     In his youth, the Duc had been known to discharge as often as eighteen 
times a day, and that without appearing one jot more fatigued after the 
final than after the initial ejaculation. Seven or eight crises within the 
same interval still held no terrors for him, his half a century of years 
notwithstanding. For roughly twenty-five years he had accustomed himself to 
passive sodomy, and he withstood its assaults with the identical vigor 
characterized his manner of delivering them actively when, the very next 
moment, it pleased him to exchange roles. He had once wagered he could 
sustain fifty-five attacks in a day, and so he had. Furnished, as we have 
pointed out, with prodigious strength, he needed only one hand to violate a 
girl, and he had proved it upon several occasions. One day he boasted he 
could squeeze the life out of a horse with his legs; he mounted the beast, 
it collapsed at the instant he had predicted. His prowess at the table 
outshone, if that is possible, what he demonstrated upon the bed. There's 
no imagining what had come to be the quantity of the food he consumed. He 
regularly ate three meals a day, and they were all three exceedingly 
prolonged and exceedingly copious, and it was as nothing to him to toss 
down his usual ten bottles of Burgundy; he had drunk up to thirty, and 
needed but to be challenged and he would set out for the mark of fifty; but 
his intoxication taking on the tinge of his passions, and liqueurs or wines 
having heated his brain, he would wax furious, and they would be obliged to 
tie him down. And despite all that, would you believe it? a steadfast child 
might have hurled this giant into a panic; true indeed it is that the 
spirit often poorly corresponds with the fleshy sheath enveloping it: as 
soon as Blangis discovered he could no longer use his treachery or his 
deceit to make away with his enemy, he would become timid and cowardly, and 
the mere thought of even the mildest combat, but fought on equal terms, 
would have sent him fleeing to the ends of the earth. He had nevertheless, 
in keeping with custom, been in one or two campaigns, but had acquitted 
himself so disgracefully he had retired from the service at once. 
Justifying his turpitude with equal amounts of cleverness and effrontery, 
he loudly proclaimed that his poltroonery being nothing other than the 
desire to preserve himself, it were perfectly impossible for anyone in his 
right senses to condemn it for a fault. 
     Keep in mind the identical moral traits; next, adapt them to an entity 
from the physical point of view infinitely inferior to the one we just 
described; there you have the portrait of the Bishop of X***, the Duc de 
Blangis' brother. The same black soul, the same penchant for crime, the 
same contempt for religion, the same atheism, the same deception and 
cunning, a yet more supple and adroit mind, however, and more art in 
guiding his victims to their doom, but a slender figure, not heavy, no, a 
little thin body, wavering health, very delicate nerves, a greater 
fastidiousness in the pursuit of pleasure, mediocre prowess, a most 
ordinary member, even small, but deft, profoundly skilled in management, 
each time yielding so little that his incessantly inflamed imagination 
would render him capable of tasting delight quite as frequently as his 
brother; his sensations were of a remarkable acuteness, he would experience 
an irritation so prodigious he would often fall into a deep swoon upon 
discharging, and he almost always temporarily lost consciousness when doing 
so. 
     He was forty-five, had delicate features, rather attractive eyes but a 
foul mouth and ugly teeth, a hairless pallid body, a small but well-shaped 
ass, and a prick five inches around and six in length. An idolater of 
active and passive sodomy, but eminently of the latter, he spent his life 
having himself buggered, and this pleasure, which never requires much 
expense of energy, was best suited to the modesty of his means. We will 
speak of his other tastes in good time. With what regards those of the 
table, he carried them nearly as far as the Duc, but went about the matter 
with somewhat more sensuality. Monseigneur, no less a criminal than his 
elder brother, possessed characteristics which had doubtless permitted him 
to match the celebrated feats of the hero we painted a moment ago; we will 
content ourselves with citing one of them, 'twill be enough to make the 
reader see of what such a man may be capable, and what he was prepared and 
disposed to do, having done the following: 
     One of his friends, a man powerful and rich, had formerly had an 
intrigue with a young noblewoman who had borne him two children, a girl and 
a boy. He had, however, never been able to wed her, and the maiden had 
become another's wife. The unlucky girl's lover died while still young, but 
the owner howbeit of a tremendous fortune; having no kin to provide for, it 
occurred to him to bequeath all he had to the two ill-fated children his 
affair had produced. 
     On his deathbed, he made the Bishop privy to his intentions and 
entrusted him with these two immense endowments: he divided the sum, put 
them in two purses, and gave them to the Bishop, confiding the two orphans' 
education to this man of God and enlisting him to pass on to each what was 
to be his when they attained their majority. At the same time he enjoyed 
the prelate to invest his wards' funds, so that in the meantime they would 
double in size. He also affirmed that it was his design to leave his 
offsprings' mother in eternal ignorance of what he was doing for them, and 
he absolutely insisted that none of this should ever be mentioned to her. 
These arrangements concluded, the dying man closed his eyes, and 
Monseigneur found himself master of about a million in banknotes, and of 
two children. The scoundrel was not long deliberating his next step: the 
dying man had spoken to no one but him, the mother was to know nothing, the 
children were only four or five years old. He circulated the intelligence 
that his friend, upon expiring, had left his fortune to the poor; the 
rascal acquired it the same day. But to ruin those wretched children did 
not suffice; furnished with authority by their father, the Bishop - who 
never committed one crime without instantly conceiving another - had the 
children removed from the remote pension in which they were being brought 
up, and placed them under the roof of certain people in his hire, from the 
outset having resolved soon to make them serve his perfidious lust. He 
waited until they were thirteen; the little boy was the first to arrive at 
that age: the Bishop put him to use, bent him to all his debauches, and as 
he was extremely pretty, sported with him for a week. But the little girl 
fared less well: she reached the prescribed age, but was very ugly, a fact 
which had no mitigating effect upon the good Bishop's lubricious fury. His 
desires appeased, he feared lest these children, left alive, would someday 
discover something of the secret of their interests. Therefore, he 
conducted them to an estate belonging to his brother and, sure of 
recapturing, by means of a new crime, the sparks of lechery enjoyment had 
just caused him to lose, he immolated both of them to his ferocious 
passions, and accompanied their death with episodes so piquant and so cruel 
that his voluptuousness was reborn in the midst of the torments wherewith 
he beset them. The thing is, unhappily, only too well known: there is no 
libertine at least a little steeped in vice who is not aware of the great 
sway murder exerts over the senses, and how voluptuously it determines a 
discharge. And that is a general truth whereof it were well the reader be 
early advised before undertaking the perusal of a work which will surely 
attempt an ample development of this system. 
     Henceforth at ease in the face of whatever might transpire, 
Monseigneur returned to Paris to enjoy the fruit of his misdeeds, and 
without the least qualms about having counteracted the intentions of a man 
who, in his present situation, was in no state to derive either pain or 
pleasure therefrom. 
     The President de Curval was a pillar of society; almost sixty years of 
age, and worn by debauchery to a singular degree, he offered the eye not 
much more than a skeleton. He was tall, he was dry, thin, had two blue 
lusterless eyes, a livid and unwholesome mouth, a prominent chin, a long 
nose. Hairy as a satyr, flat-backed, with slack, drooping buttocks that 
rather resembled a pair of dirty rags flapping upon his upper thighs; the 
skin of those buttocks was, thanks to whipstrokes, so deadened and 
toughened that you could seize up a handful and knead it without his 
feeling a thing. In the center of it all there was displayed - no need to 
spread those cheeks - an immense orifice whose enormous diameter, odor, and 
color bore a closer resemblance to the depths of a well-freighted privy 
than to an asshole; and, crowning touch to these allurements, there was 
numbered among this sodomizing pig's little idiosyncrasies that of always 
leaving this particular part of himself in such a state of uncleanliness 
that one was at all times able to observe there a rim or pad a good two 
inches thick. Below a belly as wrinkled as it was livid and gummy, one 
perceived, within a forest of hairs, a tool which, in its erectile 
condition, might have been about eight inches long and seven around; but 
this condition had come to be the most rare and to procure it a furious 
sequence of things was the necessary preliminary. Nevertheless, the event 
occurred at least two or three times each week, and upon these occasions 
the President would glide into every hole to be found, indiscriminately, 
although that of a young lad's behind was infinitely the most precious to 
him. The head of the President's device was now at all times exposed, for 
he had had himself circumcised, a ceremony which largely facilitates 
enjoyment and to which all pleasure-loving persons ought to submit. But one 
of the purposes of the same operation is to keep this privity cleaner; 
nothing of the sort in Curval's case: this part of him was just as filthy 
as the other: this uncapped head, naturally quite thick to begin with, was 
thus made at least an inch ampler in circumference. Similarly untidy about 
all the rest of his person, the President, who furthermore had tastes at 
the very least as nasty as his appearance, had become a figure whose rather 
malodorous vicinity might not have succeeded in pleasing everyone. However, 
his colleagues were not at all of the sort to be scandalized by such 
trifles, and they simply avoided discussing the matter with him. Few 
mortals had been as free in their behavior or as debauches as the 
President; but, entirely jaded, absolutely besotted, all that remained to 
him was the depravation and lewd profligacy of libertinage. Above three 
hours of excess, and of the most outrageous excess, were needed before one 
could hope to inspire a voluptous reaction in him. As for his emission, 
although in Curval the phenomenon was far more frequent than erection, and 
could be observed once every day, it was, all the same, so difficult to 
obtain, or it never occurred save as an aftermath to things so strange and 
often so cruel or so unclean, that the agents of his pleasure not 
uncommonly renounced the struggle, fainting by the wayside, the which would 
give birth in him to a kind of lubricious anger and this, through its 
effects, would now and again triumph where his efforts had failed. Curval 
was to such a point mired down in the morass of vice and libertinage that 
it had become virtually impossible for him to think or speak of anything 
else. He unendingly had the most appalling expressions in his mouth, just 
as he had the vilest designs in his heart, and these with surpassing energy 
he mingled with blasphemies and imprecations supplied him by his true 
horror, a sentiment he shared with his companions, for everything that 
smacked of religion. This disorder of mind, yet further augmented by the 
almost continual intoxication in which he was fond of keeping himself, had 
during the past few years given him an air of imbecility and prostration 
which, he would declare, made for his most cherished delight. 
     Born as great a gourmand as a drunk, he alone was fit to keep abreast 
of the Duc, and in the course of this tale we will behold him to perform 
wonders which will no doubt astonish the most veteran eaters. 
     It had been ten years since Curval had ceased to discharge his 
judicial duties; it was not simply that he was no longer fit to carry them 
out, but I even believe that while he had been, he may have been asked to 
leave these matters alone for the rest of his life. 
     Curval had led a very libertine life, every sort of perversion was 
familiar to him, and those who knew him personally had the strong suspicion 
he owed his vast fortune to nothing other than two or three murders. 
However that may be, it is, in the light of the following story, highly 
probable that this variety of extravagance had the power to stir him 
deeply, and it is this adventure, which attracted some unfortunate 
publicity, that was responsible for his exclusion from the Court. We are 
going to relate the episode in order to give the reader an idea of his 
character. 
     There dwelled in the neighborhood of Curval's town house a miserable 
street porter who, the father of a charming little girl, was ridiculous 
enough to be a person of sensibility. Twenty messages of every kind had 
already arrived containing proposals relating to the poor fellow's 
daughter; he and his wife had remained unshaken despite this barrage aimed 
at their corruption, and Curval, the source of these embassies, only 
irritated by the growing number of refusals they had evoked, knew not what 
tack to take in order to get his hands upon the girl and to subject her to 
his libidinous caprices, until it struck to him that by simply having the 
father broken he would lead the daughter to his bed. The thing was as 
nicely conceived as executed. Two or three bullies in the President's pay 
intervened in the suit, and before the month was out, the wretched porter 
was enmeshed in an imaginary crime which seemed to have been committed at 
his door and which got him speedily lodged in one of the Conciergerie's 
dungeons. The President, as one would expect, soon took charge of the case, 
and, having no desire to permit it to drag on, arranged in the space of 
three days, thanks to his knavery and his gold, to have the unlucky porter 
condemned to be broken on the wheel, without the culprit ever having 
committed any crime but that of wishing to preserve his honor and safeguard 
his daughter's. 
     Meanwhile, the solicitations were renewed. The mother was brought in, 
it was explained to her that she alone had it in her power to save her 
husband, that if she were to satisfy the President, what could be clearer 
than that he would thereupon snatch her husband from the dreadful fate 
awaiting him. Further hesitation was impossible; the woman made inquiries; 
Curval knew perfectly well to whom she addressed herself, the counsels were 
his creatures, and they gave her unambiguous replies: she ought not waste a 
moment. The poor woman herself brought her daughter weeping to her judge's 
feet; the latter could not have been more liberal with his promises, nor 
have been less eager to keep his word. Not only did he fear lest, were he 
to deal honorably and spare the husband, the man might go and raise an 
uproar upon discovering the price that had been paid to save his life, but 
the scoundrel even found a further delight, a yet keener one, in arranging 
to have himself given what he wished without being obliged to make any 
return. 
     This thought led to others; numerous criminal possibilities entered 
his head, and their effect was to increase his perfidious lubricity. And 
this is how he set about the matter so as to put the maximum of infamy and 
piquancy into the scene: 
     His mansion stood facing a spot where criminals are sometimes executed 
in Paris, and as this particular offense had been committed in that quarter 
of the city, he won assurance the punishment would be meted out on this 
particular square. The wretch's wife and daughter arrived at the 
President's home at the appointed hour; all windows overlooking the square 
were well shuttered, so that, from the apartments where he amused himself 
with his victims, nothing at all could be seen of what was going on 
outside. Apprised of the exact minute of the execution, the rascal selected 
it for the deflowering of the little girl who was held in her mother's 
arms, and everything was so happily arranged that Curval discharged into 
the child's ass the moment her father expired. Instantly he'd completed his 
business, "Come have a look," quoth he, opening a window looking upon the 
square, "come see how well I've kept my bargain," and one of his two 
princesses saw her father, the other her husband, delivering up his soul to 
the headsman's steel. 
     Both collapsed in a faint, but Curval had provided for everything: 
this swoon was their agony, they'd both been poisoned, and nevermore opened 
their eyes. Notwithstanding the precautions he had taken to swathe the 
whole of this exploit in the most profound mystery, something did indeed 
transpire: nothing was known of the women's death, but there existed a 
lively suspicion he had been untruthful in connection with the husband's 
case. His motive was half-known, and his eventual retirement from the bench 
was the outcome. As of this moment, no longer having to maintain 
appearances, Curval flung himself into a new ocean of errors and crimes. He 
sent everywhere for victims to sacrifice to the perversity of his tastes. 
Through an atrocious refinement of cruelty, but one, however, very easily 
understood, the downtrodden classes were those upon which he most enjoyed 
hurling the effects of his raging perfidy. He had several minions who were 
abroad night and day, scouring attics and hovels, tracking down whatever of 
the most destitute misery might be able to provide, and under the pretext 
of dispensing aid, either he envenomed his catch - to give poison was one 
of his most delectable pastimes - or he lured it to his house and slew it 
upon the altar of his perverse preferences. Men, women, children: anything 
was fuel to his rage, and at its bidding he performed excesses which would 
have got his head between block and blade a thousand times over were it not 
for the silver he distributed and the esteem he enjoyed, factors whereby he 
was a thousand times protected. One may well imagine such a being had no 
more religion than his two confreres; he without doubt detested it as 
sovereignly as they, but in years past had done more to wither it in 
others, for, in the days when his mind had been sound, it had also been 
clever, and he had put it to good use writing against religion; he was the 
author of a several works whose influence had been prodigious, and these 
successes, always present in his memory, still constituted one of his 
dearest delights. 
     The more we multiply the objects of our enjoyments...(the portrait of 
Durcet) 
     (a) ...the years of a sickly childhood. 
     Durcet is fifty-three; he is small, short, broad, thickset; an 
agreeable, hearty face; a very white skin; his entire body, and principally 
his hips and buttocks, absolutely like a woman's; his ass is cool and 
fresh, chubby, firm, and dimpled, but excessively agape, owing to the habit 
of sodomy; his prick is extraordinarily small, 'tis scarcely two inches 
around, no more than four inches long; it has entirely ceased to stiffen; 
his discharges are rare and uneasy, far from abundant and always preceded 
by spasms which hurl him into a kind of furor which, in turn, conducts him 
to crime; he has a chest like a woman's, a sweet, pleasant voice and, when 
in society, the best-bred manners, although his mind is without question as 
depraved as his colleagues'; a schoolmate of the Duc, they still sport 
together every day, and one of Durcet's loftiest pleasures is to have his 
anus tickled by the Duc's enormous member. 
     And such, dear reader, are the four villains in whose company I am 
going to have you pass a few months. I have done my best to describe them; 
if, as I have wished, I have made you familiar with even their most secret 
depths, nothing in the tale of their various follies will astonish you. I 
have not been able to enter into minute detail with what regards their 
tastes - to have done so now would have been to impair the value and to 
harm the main scheme of this work. But as we move progressively along, you 
will have but to keep an attentive eye upon our heroes, and you'll have no 
trouble discerning their characteristic peccadillos and the particular type 
of voluptuous mania which best suits each of them. Roughly all we can say 
at the present time is that they were generally susceptible of an 
enthusiasm for sodomy, that the four of them had themselves buggered 
regularly, and that they all four worshiped behinds. 
     The Duc, however, relative to the immensity of his weapon and, 
doubtless, more through cruelty than from taste, still fucked cunts with 
the greatest pleasure. 
     So also did the President, but less frequently. 
     As for the Bishop, such was his supreme loathing for them the mere 
sight of one might have kept him limp for six months. He had never in all 
his life fucked but one, that belonging to his sister-in-law, and expressly 
to beget a child wherewith some day to procure himself the pleasures of 
incest; we have seen how well he succeeded. 
     As regards Durcet, he certainly idolized the ass with as much fervor 
as the Bishop, but his enjoyment of it was more accessory; his favorite 
attacks were directed toward a third sanctuary - this mystery will be 
unveiled in the sequel. But on with the portraits essential to the 
intelligence of this work, and let us now give our reader an idea of these 
worthy husbands' four wives. 
     What a contrast! Constance, the Duc's wife and the daughter of Durcet, 
was a tall woman, slender, lovely as a picture, and modeled as if the 
Graces had taken pleasure in embellishing her, but the elegance of her 
figure in no way detracted from her freshness, she was not for that the 
less plumpy fleshed, and the most delicious forms graced by a skin fairer 
than the lily, often induced one to suppose that, no, it had been Love 
itself who had undertaken her formation. Her face was a trifle long, her 
features wonderfully noble, more majesty than gentleness was in her look, 
more grandeur than subtlety. Her eyes were large, black, and full of fire; 
her mouth extremely small and ornamented by the finest teeth imaginable, 
she had a narrow, supple tongue, of the loveliest pink, and her breath was 
sweeter still than the scent of a rose. She was full-breasted, her bosom 
was buxom, fair as alabaster and as firm. Her back was turned in an 
extraordinary way, its lines sweeping deliciously down to the most 
artistically and the most precisely cleft ass Nature has produced in a long 
time. Nothing could have been more perfectly round, not very large, but 
firm, white, dimpled; and when it was opened, what used to peep out but the 
cleanest, most winsome, most delicate hole. A nuance of tenderest pink had 
shaded this ass, charming asylum of lubricity's sweetest pleasures, but, 
great God! it was not for long to preserve so many charms! Four or five 
attacks, and the Duc had spoiled all those graces, how quickly had they 
gone, and soon after her marriage Constance was become no more than the 
image of a beautiful lily wherefrom the tempest has of late stripped the 
petals away. Two round and perfectly molded thighs supported another 
temple, in all likehood less delicious, but, to inclined to worship there, 
offering so many allurements it would be in vain were my pen to strive to 
describe them. Constance was almost a virgin when the Duc married her, and 
her father, the only man who had known her, had, as they say, left that 
side of her perfectly intact. The most beautiful black hair - falling in 
natural curls to below her shoulders and, when one wished it thus, reaching 
down to the pretty fur, of the same color, which shaded that voluptuous 
little cunt - made for a further adornment I might have been guilty of 
omitting, and lent this angelic creature, aged about twenty-two, all the 
charms Nature is able to lavish upon a woman. To all these amenities 
Constance joined a fair and agreeable wit, a spirit somewhat more elevated 
than it ought to have been, considering the melancholy situation fate had 
awarded her, for thereby she was enabled to sense all its horrors and, 
doubtless, she would have been happier if furnished with less delicate 
perceptions. 
     Durcet, who had raised her more as if she were a courtesan than his 
daughter, and who had been much more concerned to give her talents than 
manners, had all the same never been able totally to destroy the principles 
of rectitude and of virtue it seemed Nature had been pleased to engrave in 
her heart. She had no formal religion, no one had ever mentioned such a 
thing to her, the exercise of a belief was not to be tolerated in her 
father's household, but all that had not blotted out this modesty, this 
natural humility which has nothing to do with theological chimeras, and 
which, when it dwells in an upright, decent, and sensitive soul, is very 
difficult to obliterate. Never had she stepped out of her father's house, 
and the scoundrel had forced her, beginning at the age of twelve, to serve 
his crapulous pleasures. She found a world of difference in those the Duc 
imbided with her, her body was noticeably altered by those formidable 
dimensions, and the day after the Duc had despoiled her of her maidenhead, 
sodomistically speaking, she had fallen dangerously ill. They believed her 
rectum had been irreparably damaged; but her youth, her health, and some 
salutary local remedies soon restored the use of that forbidden avenue to 
the Duc, and the luckless Constance, forced to accustom herself to this 
daily torture, and it was but one amongst others, entirely recovered and 
became adjusted to everything. 
     Adelaide, Durcet's wife and the daughter of the President, had a 
beauty which was perhaps superior to Constance's, but of an entirely 
different sort. She was twenty, small and slender, of an extremely slight 
and delicate build, of classic loveliness, had the finest blond hair to be 
seen. An interesting air, a look of sensibility distributed everywhere 
about her, and above all in her features, gave her the quality of a heroine 
in a romance. Her exceptionally large eyes were blue, they expressed at 
once tenderness and decency; two long but narrow and remarkably drawn 
eyebrows adorned a forehead not very high but of such noble charm one might 
have thought this were modesty's very temple. Her nose, thin, a little 
pinched at the top, descended to assume a semi-aquiline contour; her lips 
inclined toward the thin, were of a bright, ripe red; a little large, her 
mouth was the unique flaw in this celestial physiognomy, but when it 
opened, there shone thirty-two pearls Nature seemed to have sown amidst 
roses. Her neck was a shade long, attached in a singular way, through what 
one judged a natural habit, her head was ever so faintly bent toward her 
right shoulder, especially when she was listening; but with what grace did 
not this interesting attitude endow her! Her breasts were small, very 
round, very firm, well-elevated, but there was barely enough there to fill 
the hand. They were like two little apples a frolicking Cupid had fetched 
hither from his mother's garden. Her chest was a bit narrow, it was also a 
very delicate chest, her belly was satin smooth, a little blond mound not 
much garnished with hair served as peristyle to the temple in which Venus 
seemed to call out for an homage. This temple was narrow to such a point 
you could not insert a finger therein without eliciting a cry from 
Adelaide; nevertheless, two lustrums had revolved since the time when, 
thanks to the President, the poor child had ceased to be a virgin, either 
in that place or in the delicious part it remains for us to sketch. Oh, 
what were the attractions this second sanctuary possessed, what a flow in 
the line of her back, how magnificently were those buttocks cut, what 
whiteness there, and what dazzling rose blush! But all on all, it was on 
the small side. Delicate in all her lines, she was rather the sketch than 
the model of beauty, it seemed as though Nature had only wished to indicate 
in Adelaide what she had so majestically articulated in Constance. Peer 
into that appetizing behind, and lo! a rosebud would offer itself to your 
gaze, and it was in all its bloom and in the most tender pink Nature wished 
you to behold it; but narrow? tiny? it had only been at the price of 
infinite labors the President had navigated through those straits, and he 
had only renewed these assaults successfully two or three times. 
     Durcet, less exacting, gave her little affliction in this point, but, 
since becoming his wife, in exchange for how many other cruel 
complaisances, with what a quantity of other perilous submissions had she 
not been obliged to purchase this little kindness? And, furthermore, turned 
over to the four libertines, as by their mutual consent she was, how many 
other cruel ordeals had she not to undergo, both of the species Durcet 
spared her, and of every other. 
     Adelaide had the mind her face suggested, that is to say, an extremely 
romantic mind, solitary places were the ones she preferred, and once there, 
she would shed involuntary tears - tears to which we do not pay sufficient 
heed - tears apparently torn from Nature by foreboding. She was recently 
bereft of a friend, a girl she idolized, and this frightful loss constantly 
haunted her imagination. As she was thoroughly acquainted with her father, 
as she knew to what extents he carried his wild behavior, she was persuaded 
her young friend had fallen prey to the President's villainies, for he had 
never managed to induce the missing person to accord him certain 
privileges. The thing was not unlikely. Adelaide imagined the same would 
someday befall her; nor was that improbable. The President, in her regard, 
had not paid the same attention to the problem of religion Durcet had in 
the interests of Constance, no, he had allowed all that nonsense to be 
born, to be fomented, supposing that his writings and his discourses would 
easily destroy it. He was mistaken: religion is the nourishment upon which 
a soul such as Adelaide's feeds. In vain the President had preached, in 
vain he had made her read books, the young lady had remained a believer, 
and all these extravagances, which she did not share, which she hated, of 
which she was the victim, fell far short of disabusing her about illusions 
which continued to make for her life's happiness. She would go and hide 
herself to pray to God, she'd perform Christian duties on the sly, and was 
unfailingly and very severely punished, either by her father or her 
husband, when surprised in the act by the one or the other. 
     Adelaide patiently endured it all, fully convinced Heaven would 
someday reward her. Her character was as gentle as her spirit, and her 
benevolence, one of the virtues for which her father most detested her, 
went to the point of extreme. Curval, whom that vile class of the poverty-
stricken irritated, sought only to humiliate it, to further depress it, or 
to wring victims from it; his generous daughter, on the other hand, would 
have foregone her own necessities to procure them for the poor, and she had 
often been espied stealing off to take to the needy sums which were 
intended for her pleasures. Durcet and the President finally succeeded in 
scolding and pounding good manners into her, and in ridding her of this 
corrupt practice by withholding absolutely all means whereby she could 
resume it. Adelaide, having nothing left but her tears to bestow upon the 
poor, went none the less to sprinkle them upon their woes, and her 
powerless howbeit staunchly sensitive spirit was incapable of ceasing to be 
virtuous. One day she learned that some poor woman was to come to 
prostitute her daughter to the President because extreme need bade her do 
so; the enchanted old rake was already preparing himself for the kind of 
pleasure-taking he liked best. Adelaide had one of her dresses sold and 
immediately got the money put it in the mother's hands; by means of this 
small assistance and some sort of a sermon, she diverted the woman from the 
she was about to commit. Hearing of what she had done, the President 
proceeded to such violences with her - his daughter was not yet married at 
the time - that she was a fortnight abed; but all that was to no avail: 
nothing could put a stop to this gentle soul's tender impulses. 
     Julie, the President's wife, the Duc's elder daughter, would have 
eclipsed the two preceding women were it not for something which many 
behold as a capital defect, but which had perhaps in itself aroused 
Curval's passion for her, so true it is that the effects of passion are 
unpredictable, nay, inconceivable, and that their disorder, the outcome of 
disgust and satiety, can only be matched by their irregular flights. Julie 
was tall, well made although quite fat and fleshy, had the most lovely 
brown eyes in the world, a charming nose, striking and gracious features, 
the most beautiful chestnut brown hair, a fair body of the most appetizing 
fullness, an ass which might easily have served as model to the one 
Praxiteles sculpted, her cunt was hot, strait, and yielded as agreeable a 
sensation as such a locale ever may; her legs were handsome, her feet 
charming, but she had the worst-decked mouth, the foulest teeth, and was by 
habit so dirty in every other part of her body, and principally at the two 
temples of lubricity, that no other being, let me repeat it, no other being 
but the President, himself subject to the same shortcomings and 
unquestionably fond of them, nay, no one else, despite her allurements, 
could have put up with Julie. Curval, however, was mad about her; his most 
divine pleasures were gathered upon that stinking mouth, to kiss it plunged 
him into delirium, and as for her natural uncleanliness, far from rebuking 
her for it, to the contrary he encouraged her in it, and had finally got 
her accustomed to a perfect divorce from water. To these faults Julie added 
a few others, but they were surely less disagreeable: she was a vast eater, 
she had a leaning toward drunkenness, little virtue, and I believe that had 
she dared try it, whoredom would have held little by way of terror for her. 
Brought up by the Duc in a total abandon of principles and manners, she 
adopted a whore's philosophy, and she was probably an apt student of all 
its tenets; but, through yet another very curious effect of libertinage, it 
often happens that a woman who shares our faults pleases us a great deal 
less in our pleasures than one who is full of naught but virtues: the first 
resembles us, we scandalize her not; the other is terrified, and there is 
one very certain charm more. 
     Despite his proportions, the Duc had sported with his daughter, but he 
had had to wait until she was fifteen, and even so had not been able to 
prevent Julie from being considerably damaged by the adventure, indeed, so 
much so that, eager to marry her off, he had been forced to put a term to 
pleasure-taking of this variety and to be content with delights less 
dangerous for her, but at least as fatiguing. Julie gained little by 
gaining the President, whose prick, as we know, was exceedingly thick and, 
furthermore, however much she was dirty from neglect of herself, she could 
not in any wise keep up with a filthiness in debauch such as the one that 
distinguished the President, her beloved spouse. 
     Aline, Julie's younger sister and really the daughter of the Bishop, 
possessed habits and defects and a character very unlike her sister's. 
     She was the most youthful of the four, she had just become eighteen; 
she had a fetching, exuberantly healthy, and almost pert little 
countenance; a little turned-up nose; brown eyes full of expression and 
vivacity; a delicious mouth; a most shapely though somewhat tall figure, 
well-fleshed; the skin a bit dark but soft and fine; ass rather on the 
ample side but well-molded, a pair of the most voluptuous buttocks that 
ever a libertine eye may behold, the love mound brown-haired and pretty, 
the cunt a trifle low or, as they say, à l'anglaise, but as tight as one 
might wish, and when she was presented to the assembly she was thoroughly a 
maid. And she still was at the time the party we are to chronicle got under 
way, and we shall see in what manner her maidenhead was annihilated. As for 
the first fruits of her ass, the Bishop had been peacefully plucking them 
every day for the past eight years, but without, however, arousing in his 
dear daughter much of a taste for these exercises: she, despite her 
mischievous and randy air, only cooperated out of obedience and had never 
hinted that she shared the slightest pleasure in the infamies whose daily 
victim she was. The Bishop had left her in the most profound ignorance, 
scarcely did she know how to read or write, and she had absolutely no idea 
of religion's existence; her mind was natural, it was that of a child, she 
would give droll replies, she liked to play, she loved her sister a great 
deal, detested the Bishop out of all measure, and feared the Duc as she 
dreaded fire. On the wedding day, when she discovered herself naked and 
surrounded by the four men, she wept, and moreover did all that was asked 
of her, acting without pleasure as without ill-temper. She was sober, very 
clean, and having no other fault but that of laziness, nonchalance reigned 
in all her movements and doings and everywhere about her person, despite 
the liveliness announced by her bright eyes. She abhorred the President 
almost as much as she hated her uncle, and Durcet, who treated her with no 
excess of consideration, nevertheless seemed to be the only one for whom 
she appeared to have no repugnance. 
     These were the eight principal characters in whose company we are 
going to enable you to live, good reader. It is now time to divulge the 
object of singular pleasures that were proposed. 
     It is commonly accepted amongst authentic libertines that the 
sensations communicated by the organs of hearing are the most flattering 
and those impressions are the liveliest; as a consequence, our four 
villains, who were of a mind to have voluptuousness implant itself in the 
very core of their beings as deeply and as overwhelmingly as ever it could 
penetrate, had, to this end, devised something quite clever indeed. 
     It was this: after having immured themselves within everything that 
was best able to satisfy the senses through lust, after having established 
this situation, the plan was to have described to them, in the greatest 
detail and in due order, every one of debauchery's extravagances, all its 
divagations, all its ramifications, all its contingencies, all of what is 
termed in libertine language its passions. There is simply no conceiving 
the degree to which man varies them when his imagination grows inflamed; 
excessive may be the differences between men that is created by all their 
other manias, by all their other tastes, but in this case it is even more 
so, and he who should succeed in isolating and categorizing and detailing 
these follies would perhaps perform one of the most splendid labors which 
might be undertaken in the study of manners, and perhaps one of the most 
interesting. It would thus be a question of finding some individuals 
capable of providing an account of all these excesses, then of analyzing 
them, of extending them, of itemizing them, of graduating them, and of 
running a story through it all, to provide coherence and amusement. Such 
was the decision adopted. After innumerable inquiries and investigations, 
they located four women who had attained their prime - that was necessary, 
experience was the fundamental thing here - four women, I say, who, having 
spent their lives in the most furious debauchery, had reached the state 
where they could provide an exact account of all these matters; and, as 
care had been taken to select four endowed with a certain eloquence and a 
fitting turn of mind, after much discussion, recording, and arranging, all 
four were ready to insert, each into the adventures of her life, all the 
most extraordinary vagaries of debauch, and to do so in such an order and 
at such a pace that the first, for example, would work into the tale of her 
life's activities the one hundred and fifty simple passions and the least 
esoteric or most ordinary deviations; the second, within the same 
framework, an equal number of more unusual passions involving one or more 
men with one or several women; the third was also to introduce into her 
narration one hundred and fifty of the most criminal whimsies and those 
which most outrage the laws of both Nature and religion; and as all these 
excesses lead to murder and as these murders committed through libertinage 
are infinitely various and are just as numerous as the occasions upon which 
the libertine's inflamed imagination adopts different tortures, the fourth 
was to adorn the events of her life with a meticulous report upon one 
hundred and fifty assorted examples of them. In the meantime, our 
libertines, surrounded, as at the outset I indicated, by their wives and 
also by other objects in every kind, were to pay close heed, were to be 
mentally heated, and were to end by extinguishing, by means of either their 
wives or those various objects, the conflagration the storytellers were to 
have lit. There is surely nothing more voluptuous in this project than the 
luxurious manner whereby it was carried out, and they are both this manner 
and these several recitations which are to compose this work; wherewith, 
having said this much, I advise the overmodest to lay my book aside at once 
if he would not be scandalized, for 'tis already clear there's not much of 
the chaste in our plan, and we dare hold ourselves answerable in advance 
that there'll be still less in its execution. Insomuch as the four 
actresses we have been speaking of play a most essential role in these 
memoirs, we believe, even were we to have to beg the reader's forgiveness 
therefor, we should still feel obliged to describe them; they will narrate, 
they will act: such being the case, is it possible that they remain 
unknown? Banish all expectation of beauties portrayed, although there were 
doubtless in the plans provisions for employing these four creatures 
physically as well as morally; be that as it may, neither their charms nor 
their years were the deciding factors, but rather their minds and their 
experience only that counted, and with what regards the latter, our friends 
could not possibly have made better choices. 
     Madame Duclos was she to whom they entrusted the relating of the one 
hundred and fifty simple passions; the woman who went by this name was 
forty-eight years of age, still in fairly good condition and preserving the 
vestiges of beauty; she had very handsome eyes, an exceedingly fair skin, 
and one of the most splendid and plumpest asses that could ever favor your 
gaze; a mouth both clean and fresh, superb breasts, and pretty brown hair, 
a heavy figure but a noble one, and all the looks and tone of a brilliant 
whore. She had spent her life, as shall be observed, in places and under 
circumstances where indeed she had been obliged to study what she is going 
to relate, and to see her was to realize she must have gone to the task 
with wit and verve, with ease and interest. 
     Madame Champville was a tall woman about fifty, slender, well made, 
having the most voluptuous quality in her look and bearing; a faithful 
devotee of Sappho, she had that kind of expression even in her slightest 
movements, in her simplest gestures, in her least words. She had ruined 
herself for the sake of keeping girls and, had it not been for this 
predilection to which she generally sacrified everything she was able to 
earn abroad, she might have been comfortably well to do. For a long time 
she had been in public service, and during recent years had been making her 
way as an outfitter in her turn, but had confined herself to a limited 
practice, her clients being reliable rakehells of a certain age; never did 
she receive young men, and this prudent conduct was lucrative and did 
something to improve her affairs. She had been blond, but a more venerable 
tint, and that of wisdom, was beginning to color her hair; her eyes were 
still exceedingly attractive, blue, and they contained a most agreeable 
expressiveness. Her mouth was lovely, still fresh, missing no teeth as yet, 
she was flat-chested but had a belly which was good, but had never aroused 
envy, her mound was rather prominent, and her clitoris protruded three 
inches when well warmed; tickle this part of her and one was certain to see 
her fly into an ecstasy in no time, and especially if the service was 
rendered by a female. Her ass was very flabby and worn from use, entirely 
soft, wrinkled, withered, and so toughened by the libidinous customs she in 
recounting her history will explain to us, that one could do everything one 
wished without her feeling anything there. One strange and assuredly very 
rare thing, above all in Paris: she was as much a maid on this side as a 
girl emerging from a convent, and perhaps, had it not been for the accursed 
part she put to use with people who cared for nothing but the extraordinary 
and whom, consequently, that side pleased, perhaps, I say, had it not been 
for that part, this singular virginity might have perished with her. 
     Madame Martaine, a portly matron of fifty-two, very well preserved and 
very healthy and blessed with the biggest and most beautiful rump one could 
wish for, boasted the precise opposite by way of adventure. She had devoted 
her life to sodomitical debauch, and was so well familiarized therewith she 
tasted absolutely no joy save therefrom. A natural deformity (she had also 
been blessed with an obstruction) having prevented her from knowing any 
other, she had given herself over to this kind of pleasure, led to it both 
by her inability to do anything else and by early habit, in consideration 
of which she clung fast to this lubricity wherein 'twas declared she was 
yet delicious, ready to brave come what might, dreading nothing. The most 
monstrous engines were as naught to her, in fact such were the ones she 
preferred, and the sequel to these papers will perhaps reveal her still 
giving valorious fight beneath the standards of Sodom, as the most intrepid 
of buggresses. Her features were gracious enough, but signs of languor and 
of decline were beginning to mar her attractions, and but for the plumpness 
sustaining her yet, she might have been thought timeworn and frayed. 
     As for Madame Desgranges, she was vice and lust personified; tall, 
thin, fifty-six, ghostly pale and emaciated, dead dull eyes, dead lips, she 
offered an image of crime about to perish for lack of strength. She had 
once upon a time been brunette, there were some who even maintained she'd 
had a beautiful body; not long thereafter it had become a mere skeleton 
capable of inspiring nothing but disgust. Her ass, withered, worn, marked, 
torn, more resembled marbled paper than human skin, and its hole was so 
gaping, sprung, and rugose that the bulkiest machines could, without her 
knowing a thing, penetrate it dry. By way of crowning graces, this generous 
Cytherean athlete, wounded in several combats, was missing one nipple and 
three fingers. She limped, and was without six teeth and an eye. We may 
perhaps learn by what order of attacks she had been so mistreated; but one 
thing is certain: nothing she had suffered had induced her to mend her 
ways, and if her body was the picture of ugliness, her was the depository 
of all the most unheard of vices and crimes: an arsonist, a parricade, a 
sodomite, a tribade, a murderess, a poisoner, guilty of incest, of rape, of 
theft, of abortions, and of sacrileges, one might truthfully affirm that 
there is not a single crime in the world this villain had not committed 
herself, or had others commit for her. Her present calling was procuring; 
she was one of society's most heavily titled furnishers, and as to much 
experience she joined a more or less agreeable prattle, she had been chosen 
to fill the role of fourth storyteller, that is to say, the one in whose 
story the greatest number of infamies and horrors were to be combined. Who 
better than a creature who had performed them all could have played this 
part? 
     These women once found, and found in every article to be such as was 
desired, the friends turned their attentions to accessories. They had from 
the outset planned to surround themselves with a large number of lust-
inspiring objects of either sex, but when it was brought to their attention 
that the only setting in which this lubricious roister could conveniently 
be held was that same château in Switzerland belonging to Durcet, the one 
in which he had dispatched little Elvire, when, I say, it was remarked that 
this château of only moderate size would not be able to lodge so great a 
throng of inhabitants, and that, what was more, it might well prove unwise 
or dangerous to bring along such a host, the list of subjects was trimmed 
to thirty-two in all, the storytellers included: to wit: four of that 
class, eight young girls, eight young boys, eight men endowed with 
monstrous members, for the delights of passive sodomy, and four female 
servants. But thoroughness went into the recruiting of all that; a year was 
devoted to these details, an enormous amount of money too, and these are 
the measures they employed to obtain the most delicious specimens of all 
France could offer in the way of eight little girls: sixteen intelligent 
procuresses, each accompanied by two lieutenants, were sent into the 
sixteen major provinces of France, while a seventeeth was occupied with the 
same work in Paris only. Each of these outfitters was given a rendezvous at 
one of the Duc's estates on the outskirts of Paris, and all of them were to 
appear there, during the same week, exactly ten months after the date of 
their departure - this was the period they were given for searching. Each 
was to bring back nine subjects, which came to a total of one hundred and 
fifty-three girls, from which one hundred and fifty-three a choice of only 
eight was to be made. 
     The procuresses were instructed to emphasize high birth, virtuousness, 
and the most delicious visage possible; they were to conduct their 
researches so as to draw material chiefly from eminent families, and were 
not to hand over any girl without being able to prove that she had been 
forcibly abducted from either a convent housing pensionnaires of quality, 
or from the home of a family, and that a family of distinction. Whatever 
was not superior to the class of bourgeoisie, and what from these upper 
classes was not both very virtuous and wholly virgin and impeccably 
beautiful, would be refused without mercy; spies were posted to survey 
these women's proceedings and to supply the society with exhaustive and 
prompt reports of what they were doing. 
     For each suitable subject found, they were paid thirty thousand 
francs, the agents assuming all expenses. The costs were incredible. With 
respect to age, it was fixed at from twelve to fifteen; anything above or 
between was pitilessly rejected. At the same time, under identical 
circumstances, with the same means, at the same expense, seventeen ages of 
sodomy likewise scoured the capital and the provinces in search of little 
boys, and their rendezvous was set for a month after the selection of the 
girls. As for the young men whom we propose henceforth to designate as 
fuckers, the size of the member was the sole criterion: nothing under ten 
or eleven inches long by seven or eight around was acceptable. Eight men 
labored throughout the kingdom to supply this demand, and their rendezvous 
was scheduled to fall a month after the little boys'. While the story of 
how these selections were made and received is not our foremost concern, it 
might not be inappropriate at this point to insert a word on the subject in 
order to bring out yet a little more of our four heroes' genius; it seems 
to me that nothing which serves to enlarge the reader's understanding of 
these figures and to shed light upon a party as extraordinary as the one we 
are going to describe, can be judged irrelevant. 
     The time for the assembling of the little girls having arrived, 
everyone converged upon the Duc's estate. Some few procuresses having been 
unable to fill their quota of nine, some others having lost their charges 
en route, either by illness or flight, only one hundred and thirty of them 
were present at the rendezvous, but what charms, great God! never, I 
believe, have so many charms been seen gathered together in one place. 
Thirteen days were given over to this examination, and each day ten of them 
were inspected. The four friends gathered in a circle, and in its middle 
was placed the little girl, dressed as she had been seized; the procuress 
responsible for her capture recited her history. If something of the 
conditions of high birth or virtue were wanting, the inquiry went no 
deeper, the child was forthwith rejected, without appeal, and sent on her 
way, and the purveyor lost all that she had spent in connection with her. 
Next, having provided all the vital particulars, the procuress was asked to 
retire, and the child was interrogated in order to determine whether what 
had just been alleged were true. If all seemed well, the procuress was 
called in again, and she lifted the girl's skirts from behind, so as to 
expose her buttocks to the group; this was the first thing it wished to 
examine. The slightest defect in this part was grounds for immediate 
rejection; if on the contrary naught were amiss here, she was ordered to 
strip, or was stripped, and, naked, she passed and passed again, five or 
six times over, from one of our libertines to the other, she was turned 
about, she was turned the other way, she was fingered, she was handled, 
they sniffed, they spread, they peeped, they examined the state of the 
goods, was it new, was it used, but did all this coolly and without 
permitting the senses' illusion to upset any aspect of the examination. 
This done, the child was led away, and beside her name inscribed upon a 
ballot, the examiners wrote passed or failed and signed their names; these 
ballots were then dropped into a box, the voters refraining from 
communicating their opinions to one another; all the girls examined, the 
box was opened: in order to be accepted, a girl had to have our four 
friend's names in her favor. The absence of one name was enough to exclude 
her instantly and, in every instance, inexorably, as I have said: the 
unsuitable ones were kicked directly out, set at large, alone and without a 
guide, save when, as happened with perhaps a dozen, our liberines frolicked 
with them after the choices had been made and before turning them over to 
their procuresses. 
     This round resulted in the exclusion of fifty candidates, the other 
eighty were gone over afresh, but with much greater exactitude and 
severity; the least defect warranted instantaneous dismissal. One, lovely 
as the day, was weeded out because one of her teeth grew a shade higher 
from the gum than the rest; more than twenty others were refused because 
they were daughters of nothing better than bourgeois. Thirty were 
eliminated during this second round, hence only fifty were left. The 
friends resolved not to continue to the third round until having first 
being relieved of some fuck through these fifty aspirants' own ministry, 
this in order that the senses' perfect calm could insure saner and sounder 
choice. Each of the quartet encompassed himself by a team of twelve or 
thirteen children; members of each team adopted varying attitudes, teams 
were shifted, everything was brought off with such dexterity, there was, in 
a word, so much lubricity in the doing that sperm flow, temperatures 
subsided, and another thirty disappeared from the race. Twenty remained; 
that was still a dozen too many. Further expedients to procure calm were 
resorted to, every means wherefrom one would suppose disgust could be born 
was employed, but the twenty still remained, and how might one have 
subtracted from a number of creatures so wonderfully celestial you would 
have declared they were the very work of a divinity? Equal in beauty, 
something else had to discovered which could at least award eight of them 
some kind of superiority over the twelve others, and what the President 
then proposed was worthy indeed of all the disorder of his mind. That made 
no difference; the suggestion was accepted: it had to do with finding out 
which of them would best do something the chosen eight would be often 
called upon to do. Four days sufficed amply to decide this question, and at 
last twelve were given their leave, but not blankly as in the case of the 
others; they provided a week's complete and exhaustive amusement, then were 
put into the keeping of the procuresses who soon made a pretty penny from 
the prostitution of creatures as distinguished as these. As for the 
successful eight, they were installed in a convent to keep until the day of 
departure, and in order to reserve until the designated period the pleasure 
of enjoying them, the four colleagues did not touch them before then. 
     I'll not be so foolhardy as to attempt to describe these beauties: 
they were all of them superior in an equal degree: my brush strokes would 
necessarily be monotonous; I shall be content to give their names and to 
affirm that upon my word it is perfectly impossible to obtain an idea of 
such an assemblage of graces, of attractions, of perfections, and that had 
Nature wished to give Man an idea of what her greatest and wisest art can 
create, she would not have presented him with other models. 
     The first was named Augustine: she was fifteen, the daughter of a 
Languedoc baron, and had been kidnaped from a convent in Montpellier. 
     The second was named Fanny: she was the daughter of a counselor to the 
parliament of Brittany and had been abducted from her father's own château. 
     The third was named Zelmire: she was fifteen years old, she was the 
Comte de Terville's daughter, and he idolized her. He had taken her hunting 
with him on one of his estates in Beauce and, having left her alone in the 
forest for a moment, she had been pounced upon at once. She was only a 
child and, with a dowry of four hundred thousand francs, was the following 
year to have married a very great lord. It was she who most wept and 
grieved at the horror of her fate. 
     The fourth was named Sophie: she was fourteen and was the daughter of 
a rather well-to-do gentleman who lived on his estate in Berry. She had 
been seized while on a walk with her mother, who, seeking to defend her, 
was flung into a river, where she expired before her daughter's eyes. 
     The fifth was named Colombe: she was from Paris, the child of a 
counselor to Parliament; she was thirteen and had been kidnaped while 
returning in the evening to her convent with a governess, after leaving a 
children's ball. The governess had been stabbed to death. 
     The sixth was named Hebe: she was just twelve, the daughter of a 
cavalry captain, a nobleman who lived in Orleans. The youngster had been 
enticed and carried away from the convent where she was being brought up; 
two nuns had been bought. You could not hope to find anything more 
seductive or sweeter. 
     The seventh was named Rosette: she was thirteen and was the child of 
the Lieutenant-General of Chalon-sur-Saône. Her father had just died, she 
was with her mother in the countryside near the city, and was captured 
within sight of her relatives by agents disguised as thieves. 
     The last was named Mimi or Michette: she was twelve, she was the 
daughter of the Marquis de Senanges and had been kidnaped on her father's 
estate in the Bourbonnais while on a carriage drive which she had been 
allowed to take with two or three women from the château. The women were 
murdered. It will be remarked that the preparations for these revels cost 
much money and many crimes; to such people, treasure means exceedingly 
little, and as for crime, one was then living in an age when it was not by 
any means probed and punished the way it is nowadays. Hence everything 
succeeded, and so prettily that, the inquests amounting to virtually 
nothing at all, our libertines were never troubled by consequences. 
     The time drew nigh for the examination of the little boys. Easier to 
obtain, their number was greater. The pimps produced one hundred and fifty 
of them, and it will surely be no exaggeration if I affirm that they at 
least equaled the little girls, as much in their innocence, and their 
elevated rank. Thirty thousand francs were paid for each of them, the same 
sum given for the girls, but the entrepreneurs risked nothing, because this 
game being more delicate and far more to the taste of our epicures, it had 
been decided that no one would be put in danger of losing his expenses, 
that while the lads with whom it was impossible to come to terms would be 
rejected, as they would be put to some use they would also be paid for. 
     Their examination was conducted like that of the girls, ten were 
verified each day, but with the very wise precaution which had been a 
little too much neglected with the girls, with the precaution, I say, of 
always preceding the examination by a discharge arranged with the aid of 
the ten who were under present scrutiny. The others were half of a mind to 
bar the President from the ceremony, they were wary of the depravation of 
his tastes; they had feared, in the selection of the girls, being made the 
dupes of his accursed predilection for infamy and degradation: he promised 
to keep himself in check, and if he kept his word, it is unlikely he did so 
without difficulty, for when once a damaged or diseased imagination becomes 
accustomed to these species of outrages against good taste and Nature, 
outrages which so deliciously flatter it, it is no easy matter to restore 
such a person to the path of righteousness: it seems as if the desire to 
satisfy his longing displaces reason in his judgements. Scorning what is 
truly beautiful, no longer cherishing but what is frightful, desire's 
pronouncements correspond to its criteria, and the return to truer 
sentiments would appear to him to be a wrong done those principles whence 
he should be most sorry to stray. One hundred hopefuls were found 
unanimously approved when the initial seances were over, and these 
decisions had to be five times reconsidered in order to arrive at the small 
group alone to be accepted. Thrice in succession fifty survived the 
balloting, and then, to reduce that number to the stipulated eight, the 
jurors were compelled to resort to unusual measures in order somehow to 
lessen the appeal of idols still glamorous despite everything they had been 
able to do to them. The idea occurred to them to dress the boys as girls: 
twenty-five were eliminated by this trick which, lending to a sex they 
worshiped the garb of one to which they had become indifferent, depreciated 
their value and ruined almost all the illusion. But nothing could alter the 
voting on the twenty-five that were left. 'Twas all in vain, in vain they 
spattered their fuck about, in vain they wrote their names upon the ballots 
at the same moment they discharged, in vain they put to use the expedient 
adopted with the little girls, the twenty-five proved irreducible every 
time, and at last they agreed to have them draw lots. Here are the names 
they gave the lucky ones who remained, their age, their birth, and a word 
or two about their adventures; their portraits? I cry off: Cupid's own 
features were surely no more delicate, and the models Albani sought from 
which to choose traits for his divine angels must certainly have been 
inferior by far. 
     Zelamir was thirteen years old: he was the only son of a gentleman out 
of Poitou who had been bringing him up with the greatest care. Escorted by 
a single domestic, he had been sent to Poitiers to visit a kinsman; our 
rogues ambushed them, slew the domestic, and made off with the child. 
     Cupidon was the same age: he had been a pupil in a school at La 
Flèche, and was the son of a gentleman dwelling in the vicinity of that 
town. A trap was laid for the boy, he was kidnaped while on an outing the 
students used to take on Sundays. He was the prettiest pupil in the entire 
collège. 
     Narcisse was twelve; he was a Knight of Malta. He had been abducted in 
Rouen, where his father filled an honorable post compatible with his 
nobility; the boy was en route to the Collège de Louis-le-Grand at Paris, 
he was waylaid and seized while on the road. 
     Zephyr, the most delicious of the eight, it being supposed that their 
excessive beauty might allow the possibility of a choice, was from Paris; 
he was pursuing his studies there, in a famous pension. His father, a 
ranking officer, did all in his power to get his son back, and failed; 
money had seduced the headmaster of the school, who delivered seven 
specimens, of whom six were refused. Zephyr had set the Duc's head to 
spinning, and the latter protested that were it to have cost a million to 
bugger the boy he would have paid it in cash on the spot. He reserved to 
himself the lad's initiation, and it was generally granted him. O tender 
and delicate child, what disproportion and what a dreadful fate were in 
store for you! 
     Celadon was the son of a magistrate of Nancy; he was captured at 
Luneville, whither he had gone to visit his aunt. He had just attained his 
fourteenth year. In this case a girl was used to bait the trap. Celadon and 
she were introduced, the little wench drew him into the snare by feigning 
love for him; he was negligently chaperoned, the stroke was successful. 
     Adonis was fifteen; he was ravished at Plessis, where he was enrolled 
in school. He was the son of a judge of the assize courts who raised a 
great hue and cry, but all to no avail, the capture had been so nicely 
planned no one knew a thing about it. Curval, who had been mad about the 
child for two years, had made his acquaintance at his father's house, and 
it was he who had supplied the means and information necessary to debauch 
him. The others were greatly surprised to find such sensible good taste in 
a head so depraved as Curval's, and he, most proud, profited from the event 
to show his colleagues that, as was plainly to be seen, he still could 
boast a sometimes fine palate. The child recognized him and fell to 
weeping, but the President consoled him with the assurance it would be to 
him would befall the deflowering, and while uttering these comforting 
words, he wobbled his enormous engine against those frail little buttocks. 
Curval asked the assembly for the boy; his request was unopposed. 
     Hyacinthe was fourteen years old; he was the son of a retired officer 
living in a small city in Champagne. He adored hunting and was taken while 
afield, his father having been so imprudent as to allow him to set out 
alone. 
     Giton was twelve; he was kidnaped at Versailles from amidst of the 
page boys at the King's stables. He was the son of a man of consequence 
from the Nivernais, who not six months prior had brought him to Versailles. 
He was very simply abducted while walking alone on the avenue de Saint-
Cloud. He became the Bishop's passion, and to the Bishop was the prize 
decreed. 
     Those, thus, were the masculine deities our libertines prepared for 
their lubricity; we will see in due time and place the use to which they 
were put. One hundred and forty-two subjects remained, but whereas there 
had been much trifling over the eight, there was none with this game: not 
one of the defeated candidates was dismissed until he had served some 
purpose. 
     Our libertines spent a month with them at the Duc's château. As they 
were on the eve of setting forth, as all the practical arrangements were 
completed, the company had little else to do but amuse itself until the day 
of departure. When at last they were thoroughly fed up with their sport, 
they fell upon a pleasant means for disposing of what had provided it: that 
was to sell the boys to a Turkish pirate, a scheme whereby no trace of them 
would be left and a part of the costs would be recovered. They were sent in 
small groups to a place near Monaco, the Turk came to get them and lead 
them off into slavery, doubtless a dreadful fate, but one whereby, none the 
less, our four villains were hugely entertained. 
     And now came the moment of choosing the fuckers. Those of this class 
who failed to meet the standards were the cause of no embarrasment; being 
mature and reasonable men, it was enough to pay them for their trouble, 
their traveling expenses, and send them home. The eight experts who had 
contracted to furnish the fuckers had, furthermore, many fewer obstacles to 
surmount, since the specifications were by and large concrete and the 
conditions made no difference at all. Thus it was fifty came to the 
rendezvous; from amongst the twenty biggest, the eight youngest and most 
attractive were singled out, and since in the sequel mention will almost 
never be made save of the four biggest of the eight, I shall restrict 
myself to naming these. 
     Hercule, with a body hewn in the image of the god whose name he had 
been given, was twenty-six years of age and was endowed with a member eight 
and one-quarter inches around by thirteen long. Nothing more beautiful nor 
more majestic has ever been seen; this tool was almost always upright, and 
with only eight discharges, so tests revealed, it could fill a pint measure 
to the brim. Hercule was also very gentle, very sweet, and had an 
interesting countenance. 
     Antinoüs, so named because, like Hadrian's favourite, he had, together 
with the world's prettiest prick, its most voluptuous ass, and that 
exceedingly rare. Antinoüs wielded a device measuring eight inches in 
circumference and twelve in length. He was thirty and had a face worthy of 
his other features. 
     Bum-Cleaver lugged a club so amusingly shaped it was nearly impossible 
for him to perform an embuggery without splitting the ass, whence came the 
name he bore. The head of his prick resembled the heart of an ox, it was 
eight and three-eights inches around; behind it, the shaft measured only 
eight, but was crooked and had such a curve it neatly tore the anus when 
penetrating it, and this quality, very precious to libertines as jaded as 
ours, had made him singularly sought after. 
     Invictus, so named because, no matter what he did, his erection was 
perpetual, was furnished with an engine eleven inches long and seven and 
fifteen-sixteenths inches around. Greater ones, who had difficulty 
stiffening, had been turned away to make room for him who, regardless of 
the quantity of discharges he produced in a day, rose heavenward at the 
slightest touch. 
     The other four were of about the same dimensions and the same shape. 
The forty-two rejected candidates provided a fortnight's entertainment and, 
after the friends had put them through their paces and worn them to the 
bone, they were well rewarded and bidden adieu. 
     Nothing now remained but the choice of the four ladies-in-waiting, and 
this final stage was without doubt the most picturesque. The President was 
not the only one whose tastes were depraved; his three friends, and 
especially Durcet, were indeed a little tainted by his accursed, crapulous, 
and debauched mania which causes one to find a greater, more piquant 
attraction in an old, disgusting, and filthy object than in what Nature has 
fashioned most divinely. Explaining this fancy would probably be difficult, 
but it exists in many people; Nature's disorder carries with it a kind of 
sting which operates upon the high-keyed sort with perhaps as much and even 
more force than do her most regular beauties; it has been proven, moreover, 
that when one's prick is aloft, it is horror, villainy, the appalling, that 
pleases; well, where are they more emphatically present than in a vitiated 
object? If 'tis the filthy thing which pleases in the lubricious act, then 
certainly the more filthy the thing, the more it should please, and it is 
surely much filthier in the corrupted than in the intact and perfect 
object. 
     No, as to that there's no doubt. Furthermore, beauty belongs to the 
sphere of the simple, the ordinary, whilst ugliness is something 
extraordinary, and there is no question but that every ardent imagination 
prefers in lubricity the extraordinary to the commonplace. Beauty, health 
never strike one save in a simple way; ugliness, degradation deal a far 
stouter blow, the commotion they create is much stronger, the resultant 
agitation must hence be more lively; in the light of all this, there should 
be no cause for astonishment in the fact that an immense crowd of people 
prefer to take their pleasure with an aged, ugly, and even stinking crone 
and will refuse a fresh and pretty girl, no more reason to be astonished by 
that, I say, than at a man who for his promenades prefers the mountains' 
arid and rugged terrain to the monotonous pathways of the plains. All these 
matters depend upon our tastes in this connection than it is in our power 
to alter the form of our bodies. 
     Be that as it may, such, as I have said, was the dominating taste of 
the President and, to tell the truth, the taste which came near to 
predominating in his three confreres, for when it came to choosing female 
servants, their views were identical, and we are about to see from this 
choice that its making bespoke the constitutional disorder and depraviation 
to which we have just alluded. 
     The most painstaking search was initiated in Paris; the four creatures 
needed were finally located; however loathsome may be their portraits, the 
reader will none the less permit me to draw them: that I do so is essential 
to that aspect of manners the elucidation of which is one of the principal 
aims of this work. 
     Marie was the name of the first one; she had been servant of a 
notorious brigand quite recently put to death on the wheel, whipping and 
branding had been her penalty. She was fifty-eight years old, had almost no 
hair left, her nose stood askew, her eyes were dull and rheumy, her mouth 
large and filled with her thirty-two teeth, yes, they were all there, but 
all were yellow as sulphur; she was tall, raw-boned, having whelped 
fourteen children, all fourteen of whom, said she, she'd strangled from 
fear they'd turn out ne'er-do-wells. Her belly rippled like the waves of 
the sea, and one of her buttocks was devoured by an abscess. 
     The second was known as Louison; she was sixty, stunted, hunchbacked, 
blind in one eye, and lame, but she had a fine ass for her age and her skin 
was still in fairly good repair. She was as wicked as the devil and forever 
ready to commit any horror and every extravagance one could possibly demand 
of her. 
     Therèse was sixty-two; she was tall, thin, looked like a skeleton, not 
a hair was left on her head, not a tooth in her mouth, and from this 
opening in her body she exhaled an odor capable of flooring any bystander. 
Her ass was peppered with wounds, and her buttocks were so prodigiously 
slack one could have furled the skin around a walking stick; the hole in 
this splendid ass resembled the crater of a volcano what for width, and for 
aroma the pit of a privy; in all her life, Therèse declared, she had never 
once wiped her ass, whence we have proof positive that the shit of her 
infancy yet clung there. As for her vagina, it was the receptacle of 
everything ungodly, of every horror, a veritable sepulcher whose fetidity 
was enough to make you faint away. She had one twisted arm and limped in 
one leg. 
     The fourth was called Fanchon; six times she had been hanged in 
effigy, and not a crime exists in this world she had not committed. She was 
sixty-nine, she was flat-nosed, short, and heavy; she squinted, had almost 
no forehead, had nothing but two old teeth in her stinking maw, and they 
were ready to fall out, an erysipelas blazed all over her ass and 
hemorrhoids the size of your fist hung from her anus, a frightful chancre 
consumed her vagina, and one of her thighs had been entirely burned. She 
was dead drunk three-quarters of the year, and in that condition, her 
stomach being very weak, she vomited over everything. Despite the batch fo 
hemorrhoids adorning it, her asshole was naturally so large that all 
unawares she blew driblets and farts and often more besides. Apart from 
acting as servants in the luxurious recreation palace the four friends had 
in mind, these women were also to lend a hand at all the convocations and 
render all the lubricious services and ministrations that might be required 
of them. 
     As soon as all these matters had been decided and the summer having 
already begun, they turned their thoughts to the transporting of the 
various objects which were, during the four months' sojourn on Durcet's 
estate, to render its inhabitation comfortable and agreeable. A vast store 
of furniture and mirrors, of viands and wines and liqueurs of all kinds 
were ordered borne thither, workmen were sent there, and little by little 
the numerous subjects were conducted to the château where Durcet, who had 
gone ahead, received, lodged, and established them as they arrived. 
     But the moment has come to give the reader a description of the 
renowned temple appointed for so many luxurious sacrifices throughout the 
projected four-month season. He will observe with what great care they had 
chosen a remote and isolated retreat, as if silence, distance, and 
stillness were libertinage's potent vehicles, and as if everything which 
through these qualities instills a religious terror in the senses had 
necessarily and evidently to bestow additional charm upon lust. We are 
going to picture this retreat not as once it was, but in the state of 
embellishment and yet more perfect solitude that resulted from our four 
friends' efforts. 
     To reach the place one had first to get to Basel; at that city you 
crossed the Rhine, beyond which the road became steadily narrower until you 
had to abandon your carriage. Soon afterward you entered the Black Forest, 
you plunged about fifteen leagues into it, ascended a difficult, tortuous 
road that, without a guide, would be absolutely impracticable. By and by 
you caught sight of a sinister and mean hamlet of charcoal burners and 
gamekeepers; there began the territory Durcet owned, and the hamlet was 
his; as this little village's population was composed almost entirely of 
thieves or smugglers, Durcet easily befriended it, and his first order to 
the inhabitants was expressly to enjoin them under no circumstances to 
allow anyone whomsoever to pass on toward the château after the 1st of 
November, the date by which the entire society was to be assembled in it. 
He distributed weapons to his faithful vassals, granted them certain 
privileges they had been long soliciting, and the barrier was lowered. That 
done, and the gates tightly sealed, one will see by the following 
description how difficult of access was Silling, the name Durcet's châteu 
bore. 
     Having passed the village, you begin to scale a mountain almost as 
high as the Saint-Bernard and infinitely more difficult to ascend, for the 
only way to reach the summit is by foot; not that the route is forbidden to 
pack mules, but such are the precipices which everywhere border the one so 
very narrow path that must be followed, that you run the greatest danger if 
you ride; six of the mules used to transport supplies and food perished, 
taking with them two laborers who had though to mount astride them. Five 
full hours are required to reach the top of the mountain, and there you 
come upon another extraordinary feature which, owing to the precautions 
that had been taken, became a new barrier so insurmountable that none but 
birds might have overcome it: the topographical accident we refer to is a 
crevice above sixty yards wide which splits the crest into northern and 
southern parts, with the result that, after having climbed up the mountain, 
it is impossible, without great skill, to go back down it. Durcet had 
united these two parts, between which a precipice fell to the depth of a 
thousand feet and more, by a fine wooden bridge which was destroyed 
immediately the last of the crew had arrived, and from this moment on, all 
possibility of communicating with the Château of Silling ceased. For, cross 
the bridge and you come down into a little plain about four acres in area; 
the plain is surrounded on all sides by sheer crags rising to the clouds, 
crags which envelop the plain within a faultless screen. The passage known 
as the bridge path is hence the only one by which you may descend into or 
communicate with the little plain; the bridge removed or destroyed, there 
is not on this earth a single being, of no matter what species you may 
imagine, capable of gaining this small plot of level land. 
     And it is in the center of this flat space so well surrounded, so 
solidly protected, that one finds Durcet's château. Yet another wall, 
thirty feet high, girds it; beyond the wall a moat filled with water and 
exceedingly deep defends a last tall and winding enclosure; a low and 
strait postern finally leads into the great inner court around which all 
the living quarters are built, and they are very capacious, very well 
furnished thanks to the arrangements latterly concluded; one discovers a 
long gallery on the first floor. I would have it remarked that the 
description I am about to give of the apartments corresponds not to what in 
former times they may have been, but to the manner in which they had just 
been rearranged and distributed in accordance with our libertines' common 
conception. From the gallery you moved into a very attractive dining hall 
provided with buffets shaped like towers which, communicating with the 
kitchen, made it possible to serve the company its food hot, promptly, and 
without the help of any waiters. From this dining hall, hung in tapestries, 
warmed by heating devices, furnished with ottomans, with excellent 
armchairs, and with everything which could make it both comfortable and 
pleasing to the eye, you passed into a large living room or salon, simple, 
plain, but exceedingly warm and equipped with the very best furniture; 
adjacent to this room was an assembly chamber intended for the 
storytellers' narrations. This was, so to speak, the lists for the 
projected jousts, the seat of the lubricious conclaves, and as it had been 
decorated accordingly, it merits something by way of a special description. 
     Its shape was semicircular; set into the curving wall were four niches 
whose surfaces were faced with large mirrors, and each was provided with an 
excellent ottoman; these four recesses were so constructed that each faced 
the center of the circle; the diameter was formed by a throne, raised four 
feet above the floor and with its back to the flat wall, and it was 
intended for the storyteller; in this position she was not only well before 
the four niches intended for her auditors, but, the circle being small, was 
close enough to them to insure their hearing every word she said, for she 
was placed like an actor in a theater, and the audience in their niches 
found themselves situated as if observing a spectacle in an amphitheater. 
Steps led down from the throne, upon them were to sit the objects of 
debauchery brought in to soothe any sensory irritation provoked by the 
recitals; these several tiers, like the throne, were upholstered in black 
velvet edged with gold fringe, and the niches were furnished with similar 
and likewise enriched material, but in color dark blue. At the back of each 
niche was a little door leading into an adjoining closet which was to be 
used at times when, having summoned the desired subject from the steps, one 
preferred not to execute before everyone the delight for whose execution 
one had summoned that subject. These closets were provided with couches and 
with all the other furnishing required for every kind of impurity. On 
either side of the central throne an isolated column rose to the ceiling; 
these two columns were designed to support the subject in whom some 
misconduct might merit correction. All the instruments necessary to meting 
it out hung from hooks attached to the columns, and this imposing sight 
served to maintain the subordination so indispensable to parties of this 
nature, a subordination whence is born almost all the charm of the 
voluptuousness in persecutors' souls. 
     One could walk from this semicircular room directly to a chamber which 
formed the end of this part of the living quarters. This chamber was a kind 
of boudoir, it was soundproof and secluded, but very warm within, very dark 
during the day, and its purpose was for private interviews and secluded 
contests, or for certain other secret delights which will be unveiled in 
the sequel. To reach the other wing, one had to retrace one's footsteps, 
and once in the gallery, at the end of which an exceedingly handsome chapel 
was visible, one entered the opposite wing which completed the circuit of 
the inner courtyard. You discovered a splendid antechamber adjoined by four 
superb apartments, each having a boudoir and wash cabinets; splendid 
Turkish beds canopied in three-colored damask with matching furniture 
adorned these suites whose boudoirs offered everything and more of the most 
sensual that lubricity might fancy. These four units, exceptionally well-
heated and comfortable, were intended for the four colleagues, who were 
perfectly lodged therein. In that the protocols stipulated that their wives 
were to occupy the same quarters, no separate space was set aside for them. 
     Upstairs, the second story contained about the same number of 
apartments, but they were otherwise divided; you first came upon, to one 
side, a vast room bordered by eight niches, each having a little bed - 
these were the girls' quarters, and beside them were two small chambers for 
the old women who were to have charge of them. Further along, a pair of 
pretty rooms had been set aside for two of the storytellers. Now turning 
about and going in the other direction, you found a similar eight-niched 
room for the little boys; by it were two rooms for the duennas appointed to 
supervise them; and beyond these were two more rooms, also alike, for the 
two storytellers. Eight cheerful rooms, as fine as anything you have yet 
seen, formed the eight fuckers' quarter, although these individuals were 
destined to do very little sleeping in their own beds. Below, on the ground 
floor, were the kitchens and, near them, six small chambers for the six 
persons to whom the preparation of food had been confided; amongst them 
were three cooks renowned for their art; they were all females, women 
having been preferred for a pleasure outing like this one, and I believe 
the decision was just. The cooks were assisted by three robust young 
scullery maids, but none of the kitchen staff was to appear at the revels, 
that was not its purpose, and if the rules imposed in this connection were 
violated, 'tis merely because libertinage stops at nothing, and the true 
way of extending and multiplying one's desires is to attempt to impose 
checks upon them. One of these three underlings was to look after the 
numerous livestock which had been fetched to the château - with the 
exception of the four aged ladies who were meant for household duties, 
there were no domestics save for these three cooks and their seconds. But 
depravity, cruelty, disgust, infamy, all those passions anticipated or 
experienced, had erected another locality whereof it is a matter of urgency 
that we give the sketch, for the laws essential to the proper unfolding of 
our tale demand that we depict it with thoroughness now. 
     A fatal stone there was which, cunningly made, could be raised from 
below the step of the altar in the little Christian temple we discerned 
from the gallery; beneath that stone one beheld a spiral stairway, very 
narrow and very steep, whose three hundred steps could convey you down into 
the bowels of the earth, to a kind of vaulted dungeon, closed by triple 
doors of iron, and in which was displayed everything the cruelest art and 
the most refined barbarity could invent of the most atrocious, as much for 
gripping one with terror as for proceeding to horrors. And there below, 
what tranquillity! to what degree might not the villain be reassured who 
brought his victim there! What had he to fear? He was out of France, in a 
safe province, in the depths of an uninhabitable forest, within this forest 
in a redoubt which, owing to the measures he had taken, only the birds of 
the air could approach, and he was in the depth of the earth's entrails. 
Woe, a hundred times woe to the unlucky creature who in the midst of such 
abandonment were to find himself at the mercy of a villain lawless and 
without religion, whom crime amused, and whose only interest lay in his 
passions, who heeded naught, had nothing to obey but the imperious decrees 
of his perfidious lusts. I know not what will transpire in that nether 
place, but this I may say without doing our tale a disservice, that when a 
description of the dungeon was given the Duc, he reacted by discharging 
three times in succession. 
     Everything being ready at last, everything perfectly disposed, the 
subjects installed, the Duc, the Bishop, Curval, and their wives, with the 
four second-ranking fuckers in their train, set off (Durcet and his wife, 
together with all the rest, having arrived beforehand, as we have 
previously noted), and not without infinite difficulty, finally reached the 
château on the evening of the 29th of October. Immediately they crossed it, 
Durcet had the bridge cut. But that was not all: having inspected the 
place, the Duc decided that, since all the provisions were within the 
fortress, and since therefore they had no need to leave it, it were 
necessary, in order to forestall external attack, which was little dreaded, 
and escapes from within, the possibilities of which were less unlikely, it 
were necessary, I say, to have walled shut all the gates, all the passages 
whereby the château might be penetrated, and absolutely to enclose 
themselves inside their retreat as within a besieged citadel, without 
leaving the least entrance to an enemy, the least egress to a deserter. The 
recommendation was put into effect, they barricaded themselves to such an 
extent there was no longer any trace left of where the exits had been; and 
then they settled down comfortably inside. 
     After the provisions we have just cited had been taken, the two days 
still remaining before the 1st of November were devoted to resting the 
subjects, that they might make a fresh appearance at the scenes of 
debauchery soon to begin, and during this interval the four friends labored 
over a code of laws which, as soon as it was brought to perfection and 
signed, was promulgated to those concerned. Before advancing to the matter, 
it is essential that these articles of government be made known to the 
reader who, after the exact description we have given him of everything, 
will now have no more to do than follow the story, lightly and 
voluptuously, his mind impeded by nothing, his memory embarrassed by no 
unexpected intrusions. 
STATUTES
     The company shall rise every day at ten o'clock in the morning, at 
which time the four fuckers who have not been in duty during the night 
shall come to pay the friends a visit and shall each bring a little boy; 
they shall pass from one bedchamber to another, successively. They shall 
perform as bidden by the friends' likings and desires, but during the 
preliminaries the little boys shall serve only as a tempting prospect, for 
it has been decided and planned that the eight maidenheads of the little 
girls' cunts shall remain intact until the month of December, and their 
asses shall likewise remain in bond, as shall the asses of the eight little 
boys, until the month of January, at which times the respective seals shall 
be broken, and this in order to allow voluptuousness to become irritated by 
the augmentation of a desire incessantly inflamed and never satisfied, a 
state which must necessarily lead to that certain lascivious fury the 
friends shall strive to provoke, considering it one of lubricity's most 
highly delectable situations. 
     At eleven o'clock, the friends shall repair to the quarters appointed 
for the little girls. In that place will be served breakfast consisting of 
chocolate, or of roasts cooked in Spanish wine, or of other appropriate 
restoratives. This breakfast shall be served by the eight little girls, 
naked, aided by the two elders, Marie and Louison, assigned to the seraglio 
of girls, the other two elders being assigned to that of the boys. If, 
during this breakfast, the friends are moved to commit impudicities with 
the little girls, before or after, the latter shall lend themselves 
thereunto with the resignation prescribed to them, and wherein they shall 
not be found wanting without severe punishment being the consequence. But 
it is agreed that at this hour there shall be undertaken no secret or 
private exercises, and that if a moment's wantonizing be desired, it shall 
be conducted openly and before the public present at the morning meal. 
     These little girls shall adopt the general custom of kneeling at all 
times whenever they see or meet a friend, and they shall remain thus until 
told to stand; they, the wives, and the elders shall alone be subject to 
these regulations, wherefrom the others are dispensed, but everyone shall 
be bound never to address the friends save as my Lord. 
     Before leaving the girls' apartments, that one of the friends who is 
invested with the month's stewardship (it being intended that for the space 
of a month one friend shall be in general supervision of everything, each 
friend acceding to the office in his turn and in the following order: 
Durcet during November, the Bishop during December, the President during 
January, the Duc during February), he, then, who is the month's presiding 
officer, before leaving the girls' quarters, shall inspect them all, to 
determine whether they are in the state wherein they have been instructed 
to maintain themselves, whereof the elders shall be each morning apprised 
and which will be determined by the need that exists for them to keep in 
such and such a state. 
     As it is strictly forbidden to relieve oneself anywhere save in the 
chapel, which has been outfitted and intended for this purpose, and 
forbidden to go there without individial and special permission, the which 
shall be often refused, and for good reason, the month's presiding officer 
shall scrupulously examine, immediately after breakfast, all the girls' 
water closets, and in the case of a contravention discovered in the one 
above-designated place or in the other, the delinquent shall be condemned 
to suffer the penalty of death. 
     The friends shall move from there into the little boys' apartments in 
order to perform the same inspections and similarly to pronounce capital 
punishment against offenders. The four little boys who have not been that 
morning with the friends, shall now receive them when they enter their 
chamber and shall untrouser themselves before them, the other four shall 
remain standing in attention, awaiting the orders which are given them. 
Messieurs may or may not indulge in lewd byplay with the four they have not 
until now seen during the day, but whatever they do shall be done publicly; 
no intimate commerce shall be held at this hour. 
     At one o'clock, those of the girls or the boys, of mature and of young 
years, who have obtained permission to satisfy urgent needs, that is to 
say, the heavier sort, and this permission shall never be put most 
sparingly accorded, and at the most to a third of the subjects, those, we 
repeat, shall betake themselves to the chapel where everything has been 
artistically arranged for the voluptuous delights falling under this head. 
In this place they will find the four friends who shall wait for them until 
two o'clock and never any longer, and who shall distribute and adjust them 
as they judge proper to the delights of this order which they may be moved 
to taste. 
     From two to three the first two tables shall be served: they shall 
dine simultaneously, one in the girls' large apartment, the other in that 
of the young boys: the three kitchen servants shall serve these two tables. 
At the first shall sit the eight little girls and the four elders; at the 
second the four wives, the eight little boys, and the four storytellers. 
During their meal, Messieurs will be pleased to gather in the living room 
where they will chat together until three o'clock. Just before this hour, 
the eight fuckers shall make their appearance here, as well clothed and as 
well adorned as it is in their power to be. 
     At three shall be served the masters' dinner, and the honor to be 
present there shall be enjoyed by none but the eight fuckers; this meal 
shall be served by the four wives, entirely naked, aided by the four 
elders, clad as sorceresses; to the latter shall fall the task of bringing 
the plates from the towers into which the servants, on the other side, 
shall have put them, and the plates shall be handed to wives, who shall 
deposit them on the table. The eight fuckers, in the course of the dinner, 
will be at liberty to handle and touch the unclothed bodies of the wives in 
whatever manner and to whatever extent they please, without the said wives 
being permitted to refuse or defend themselves; the fuckers will even be 
able to go to the point of employing insults and of thickening their sticks 
by apostrophizing them with all the invectives they may see fit to 
pronounce. 
     The friends shall rise from the table at five, at which time these 
Messieurs only (the fuckers shall retire until the hour of general 
assembly), these Messieurs only, I say, shall pass into the salon, where 
two little boys and two little girls, who shall be changed daily, shall, in 
a state of nudity, serve them coffee and liqueur; nor shall it be at this 
point in the day's activities Messieurs shall permit themselves diversions 
which might enervate them; conversation shall be limited to simple jesting. 
     Shortly before six o'clock, the four children who have been serving, 
shall withdraw and go promptly to dress themselves. At exactly six, 
Messieurs shall pass into the assembly chamber heretofore described. They 
shall each of them repair to their respective alcoves, and the following 
distribution shall be observed by the others: upon the throne shall be the 
storyteller, the tiers below the throne shall be occupied by the sixteen 
children, so arranged that four of them, that is to say, two girls and two 
boys, shall be situated directly opposite each niche; each niche shall have 
before it a like quatrain; this quatrain shall be specially allocated to 
the niche before which it is placed, the niches alongside being excluded 
from making any claims upon it, and these quatrains shall be diversified 
each day, never shall the same niche have the same quatrain. Each child in 
each quatrain shall have one end of a chain of artificial flowers secured 
to his arm, the other end of the chain leading to the niche, so that when 
the niche's proprietor wishes any given child in his quatrain, he has but 
to tug the garland, and the child shall come running and fling himself at 
the master's feet. 
     Above the quatrain shall be situate an elder, attached to the 
quatrain, and responsive to the orders of the chief of that quatrain's 
niche. 
     The three storytellers who are not on active service as raconteurs 
during the month shall be seated upon a bench at the foot of the throne, 
assigned to no one but yet ready to do anyone's bidding. The four fuckers 
appointed to spend the night with the friends may be absent from the 
assembly; they shall be in their rooms, busy grooming themselves for the 
coming night, at which time great feats shall be regularly expected of 
them. With respect to the four others, they shall be each one at the feet 
of one of the friends, who shall be in his niche and upon his couch beside 
that one of the wives whose turn it is to be with any given husband. This 
wife shall be at all times naked, the fucker shall wear a closefitting 
singlet and shorts of taffeta, pink in color, the month's storyteller shall 
be attired as an elegant courtesan, as shall be her three companions, the 
little boys and the little girls of the quatrains shall always be 
differently and splendidly costumed, one quatrain in Asiatic style, one in 
Spanish, another in Turkish garb, a fourth in Greek, and on the following 
day otherwise; but all these costumes shall be of taffeta or of lawn; at no 
time shall the lower half of the body be discomfited by any raiment, and 
the removal of a pin shall suffice to bare it completely. 
     As for the elders, they shall alternately interpret the Graeae, nuns, 
fairies, sorceresses, and upon occasion, widows. The doors to the closets 
contiguous to the niches shall be kept at a warm temperature by stoves, and 
shall be garnished with all the appurtenances required for various 
debauches. Four candles shall burn in each of the closets, and fifty in the 
auditorium. 
     Punctually at six o'clock, the storyteller shall begin her story, 
which the friends may interrupt at any point and as frequently as they 
please; this narration shall last until ten o'clock in the evening, and 
during this time, as its object is to inflame the imagination, every 
lubricity will be permitted, save however for those which might be 
prejudicial to the approved schedule of deflowerings, which shall be at all 
times rigorously observed; apart from this, Messieurs may do what they like 
with their fucker, wife, quatrain, quatrain elder, and even with the 
storytellers if this whim move them, and that either in their niche or in 
the adjacent closet. The narration shall be suspended for as long as the 
pleasures of him whose needs interrupt it continue, and when he shall have 
done and be sated, the tale shall be resumed. 
     The evening meal shall be served at ten. The wives, the storytellers, 
and the eight little girls shall without delay proceed to dine by 
themselves, women never being admitted to the men's supper, and the friends 
shall sup with the four fuckers not scheduled for night duty, and with four 
little boys. Aided by the elders, the four other boys shall serve. 
     The evening meal concluded, Messieurs shall pass into the salon for 
the celebration of what are to be called the orgies. Everyone shall convene 
there, both those who have supped apart and those who have supped with the 
friends, the four fuckers chosen for the night's service being excepted. 
     The salon shall be heated to an unusual temperature, and illuminated 
by chandeliers. All present shall be naked: storytellers, wives, little 
girls, little boys, elders, fuckers, friends, everything shall be pell-
mell, everyone shall be sprawled on the floor and, after the example of 
animals, shall change, shall commingle, entwine, couple incestuously, 
adulterously, sodomistically, deflowerings being at all times banned, the 
company shall give itself over to every excess and to every debauch which 
may best warm the mind. When 'tis time for these deflowerings, it shall be 
at this moment and in these circumstances that those operations shall be 
performed, and once a child shall be initiate, it shall be available for 
every enjoyment, in all manners and at all times. 
     The orgies shall cease at precisely two in the morning, the four 
fuckers designated for nocturnal exercise shall come, in elegant undress, 
to lead away each of them the friend wherewith he is to bed, each friend 
shall be provided also with one of the wives or with a deflowered subject, 
when deflowered subjects there be, or with a storyteller, or with an elder 
to pass the night 'twixt her and his fucker, and all this according to his 
disposition, whereunto but one clause is put, that he submit himself to 
prudent arrangements whence it may result that each friend varies his 
companions every night, or is able so to do. 
     Such shall be the daily order of procedure. In addition, each week of 
the seventeen prescribed as the period of the sojourn at the château shall 
be marked by a festival. There shall be, first of all, marriages, full 
particulars relating to which shall be made available in due time and 
place. But as the first of these matches shall be made between the youngest 
of the children, who are not able to consummate them, they will in no wise 
disturb the schedule established for the deflorations. Marriages between 
adults being all post-defloratory, their consummation will damage nothing 
since, in acting, the friends shall be enjoying only what has been enjoyed 
already. 
     The four elders, to be held answerable for the behavior of their four 
children, shall, when it is faulty, report it to the month's presiding 
officer, and each Saturday there shall take place a common meting out of 
punishments, at the time of the orgies. An exact list of accumulating 
delinquencies shall be kept until then. 
     With what regards misbehavior on the part of the storytellers, their 
punishments shall be one-half that of the children, because their talents 
are to some purpose, and talent must always be respected. As for errors in 
the conduct of the wives, they shall always be rewarded by punishment 
double that given the children. 
     Should any subject in some way refuse anything demanded of him, even 
when incapacitated or when that thing is impossible, he shall be punished 
with utmost severity; 'tis for him to provide, for him to discover ways and 
means. 
     The least display of mirth, or the least evidence given of disrespect 
or lack of submission during the debauch activities, shall be esteemed one 
of the gravest of faults and shall be one of the most cruelly punished. 
     Any man taken flagrante delicto with a woman shall punished by the 
loss of a limb when authorization to enjoy this woman has not hitherto been 
granted him. 
    The slightest religious act on the part of any subject, whomsoever he 
be, whatsoever be that act, shall be punished by death. 
     Messieurs are expressly enjoined at all gatherings to employ none but 
the most lascivious language, remarks indicative of the greatest 
debauchery, expressions of the filthiest, the most harsh, and the most 
blasphemous. 
     The name of God shall never be uttered save when accompanied by 
invectives or imprecations, and thus qualified it shall be repeated as 
often as possible. 
     With respect to their tone, it shall at all times be exceedingly 
brutal, exceedingly harsh, and exceedingly imperious when addressing the 
wives and the little girls, but wheedling, whorish, and depraved when 
addressing the men whom the friends, by adopting with them the role of 
women, should regard as their husbands. 
     Any friend who fails to comply with any one of these articles, or who 
may take it into his head to act in accordance with a single glimmer of 
common sense or moderation and above all to spend a single day without 
retiring dead drunk to bed, shall be fined ten thousand francs. 
     Whenever a friend experiences the need to relieve himself heavily, a 
woman from that class he considers fitting shall be obliged to accompany 
him, to attend to those duties he shall during this activity indicate to 
her. 
     No subject, whether male or female, shall be allowed to fulfill duties 
of cleanliness whatsoever they may be, and above all those consequent upon 
the heavy need relieved, without express permission from the month's 
presiding officer, and if it be refused him, and if despite that refusal he 
surrender to this need, his punishment shall be of the very rudest. 
     The four wives shall have no prerogatives of any kind over the other 
women; on the contrary, they shall at all times be treated with a maximum 
of rigor and inhumanity, and they shall be frequently employed upon the 
vilest and most painful enterprises, such as for example the cleaning of 
the private and common privies established in the chapel. These privies 
shall be emptied only once every week, but always by them, and they shall 
be severely punished if they resist the work or accomplish it poorly. 
     Should a subject attempt evasion while the assembly is sitting, he 
shall be punished by death instantly, whomsoever he be. 
     The cooks and their assistants shall be respected, and those of the 
friends who violate this article shall pay a fine of one thousand gold 
louis. With regard to these fines, they shall all be specially employed, 
upon the return to France, for the initial expenses incidental to a new 
party, either in this same kind, or in another. 
     These affairs being settled and these regulations published on the 
30th, the Duc spent the morning of the 31st inspecting everything, having 
the statutes repeated aloud, and scrupulously examining the premises to see 
whether they were susceptible to assault or favorable to escape. 
     Having concluded that one would have to have wings or the devil's 
powers to get out or in, he reported his findings to the society and 
devoted the evening to haranguing the women. By his order they were all 
convoked in the auditorium, and having mounted that kind of tribune or 
throne intended for the storyteller, here more or less is the speech he 
delivered to them: 
     "Feeble, enfettered creatures destined solely for our pleasures, I 
trust you have not deluded yourselves into supposing that the equally 
absolute and ridiculous ascendancy given you in the outside world would be 
accorded you in this place; a thousand times more subjugated than would be 
slaves, you must expect naught but humiliation, and obedience is that one 
virtue whose use I recommend to you: it and no other befits your present 
state. Above all, do not take it into your heads to rely in the least upon 
your charms; we are utterly indifferent to those snares and, you may depend 
on it, such bait will fail with us. Ceaselessly bear in mind that we will 
make use of you all, but that not a single one of you need beguile herself 
into imagining that she is able to inspire any feeling of pity in us. 
Roused in fury against the altars that have been able to snatch from us 
some few grains of incense, our pride and our libertinage shatter them as 
soon as the illusion has satisfied our senses, and contempt almost always 
followed by hatred instantly assumes the pre-eminence hitherto occupied by 
our imagination. What, furthermore, might you offer that we do not know by 
heart already? what will you tender us that we shall not grind beneath our 
heels, often at the very moment delirium transports us? 
     "Useless to conceal it from you: your service will be arduous, it will 
be painful and rigorous, and the slightest delinquencies will be requited 
immediately with corporal and afflicting punishments; hence, I must 
recommend to you prompt exactness, submissiveness, and a total self-
abnegation that you be enabled to heed naught but our desires; let them be 
your only laws, fly to do their bidding, anticipate them, cause them to be 
born. Not that you have much to gain by this conduct, but simply because, 
by not observing it, you will have a great deal to lose. 
     "Give a thought to your circumstances, think what you are, what we 
are, and may these reflections cause you to quake - you are beyond the 
borders of France in the depths of an uninhabitable forest, high amongst 
naked mountains; the paths that brought you here were destroyed behind you 
as you advanced along them. You are enclosed in an impregnable citadel; no 
one on earth knows you are here; you are beyond the reach of your friends, 
of your kin: insofar as the world is concerned, you are already dead, and 
if yet you breathe, 'tis by our pleasure, and for it only. And what are the 
persons to whom you are now subordinated? Beings of a profound and 
recognized criminality, who have no god but their lubricity, no laws but 
their depravity, no care but for their debauch, godless, unprincipled, 
unbelieving profligates, of whom the least criminal is soiled by more 
infamies than you could number, and in whose eyes the life of a woman - 
what do I say, the life of a woman? the lives of all women who dwell on the 
face of the earth, are as insignificant as the crushing of a fly. There 
will, doubtless, be few you, without the flutter of an eyelash lend 
yourselves to them all, and faced with whatever it may be, show patience, 
submission, and courage. If unhappily, some amongst you succumb to our 
passions' intemperance, let her adjust bravely to her fate: we are not 
going to exist forever in this world, and the most fortunate thing that can 
befall a woman is to die young. Our ordinances have been read to you: they 
are very wise and well-designed for your safety and for our pleasures; obey 
them blindly, and expect the worst from us should we be irritated by your 
misbehavior. Several amongst you have ties with us, I know, and perhaps 
they embolden you, and perhaps you hope for indulgence on this account; you 
would be most gravely mistaken were you to put much store by them: no blood 
attachment is sacred in the view of people like ourselves, and the more 
they seem so to you, the more their rupture will stimulate the perversity 
in our spirits. Daughters, wives, it is to you, then, I address myself at 
present: expect us to grant you no prerogative, you are herewith advised 
that you will be treated with an even greater severity than the others, and 
that specifically to point out to you with what scorn we view the bonds 
whereby you perhaps think us constrained. 
     "Moreover, do not simply wait for us to specify the orders we would 
have you execute: a gesture, a glance, often simply one of our internal 
feelings will announce our desire, and you will be as harshly punished for 
not having divined it as you would be were you, after having been notified, 
to ignore that desire or flout it. It is up to you to interpret our 
movements, our glances, our gestures, to interpret our expressions, and 
above all not to be mistaken as to our desires. Let us suppose, for 
example, this desire were to see a particular part of your body and that, 
through clumsiness, you were to exhibit some other - you appreciate to what 
extent such contempt would be upsetting to our imaginations, and you are 
aware of all that one risks by chilling the mind of a libertine who, let us 
presume, is expecting an ass for his discharge, and to whom some fool 
presents a cunt. 
     "By and large, offer your fronts very little to our sight; remember 
that this loathsome part, which only the alienation of her wits could have 
permitted Nature to create, is always the one we find most repugnant. And 
relative to your ass itself, there are precautions to observe: not only 
would you be well-advised, upon presenting it, to hide the odious lair 
which accompanies it, but it behooves you to avoid the display, at certain 
moments, of an ass in that certain state wherein other folk desire always 
to find it; you probably understand me; and furthermore, the four duennas 
will furnish you later on with instructions which will complete the 
explanation of everything. 
     "In short: shudder, tremble, anticipate, obey - and with all that, if 
you are not very fortunate, perhaps you will not be completely miserable. 
No intrigues amongst you, no alliances, none of that ridiculous friendship 
between the girls which, by softening the heart in one sense, in another 
renders it both more ill-tempered and less well-disposed to the one and 
simple humiliation to which you are fated by us; consider that it is not at 
all as human beings we behold you, but exclusively as animals one feeds in 
return for their services, and which one withers with blows when they 
refuse to be put to use. 
     "You have seen with what stringency you are forbidden anything 
resembling any act of religion whatsoever. I warn you: few crimes will be 
more severely punished than this one. It is only too well known that in 
your midst there are yet a few fools unable to bring themselves to abjure 
this infamous God and abhor his worship; I would have you know that these 
imbeciles will be scrupulously examined, and there is no extremity they 
will not suffer who are so unlucky as to be taken in the act. Let them be 
persuaded, these stupid creatures, let them henceforth be convinced that in 
all the world there are not twenty persons today who cling to this mad 
notion of God's existence, and that the religion he invokes is nothing but 
a fable ludicrously invented by cheats and impostors, whose interest in 
deceiving us is only too clear at the present time. In fine, decide for 
yourselves: were there a God and were this God to have any power, would he 
permit the virtue which honors him, and which you profess, to be sacrified 
to vice and libertinage as it is going to be? Would this all-powerful God 
permit a feeble creature like myself, who would, face to face with him, be 
as a mite in the eyes of an elephant, would he, I say, permit this feeble 
creature to insult him, to flout him, to defy him, to challenge him, to 
offend him as I do, wantonly, at my own sweet will, at every instant of the 
day?" 
     This little sermon concluded, the Duc descended from the chair and, 
with the exception of the four elders and the four narrators, who knew very 
well they were there as sacrificers and priestesses rather than as victims, 
except for those eight individuals, I say, everyone burst into tears, and 
the Duc, not much touched by the scene, left those enacting it to 
conjecture, jabber, and complain to each other, in perfect certainty the 
eight spies would render a thorough report of everything: and off he went 
to spend the night with Hercule, the member of the troupe of fuckers who 
had become his most intimate favorite in the capacity of a lover, little 
Zephyr still having, as a mistress, the first place in his heart. In that 
upon the following morning everything was to begin, the mechanism was to 
start functioning, everyone accordingly completed final arrangements, went 
soundly to sleep, and on the morrow at the stroke of ten, the curtain rose 
upon a scene of libertinage which was to continue unimpeded, in strict 
compliance with prescription, until and including the 28th day of February. 
     And now, friend-reader, you must prepare your heart and your mind for 
the most impure tale that has ever been told since our world began, a book 
the likes of which are met with neither amongst the ancients nor amongst us 
moderns. Fancy, now, that all pleasure-taking either sanctioned by good 
manners or enjoyned by that fool you speak of incessantly, of whom you know 
nothing and whom you call Nature; fancy, I say, that all these modes of 
taking pleasure will be expressly excluded from this anthology, of that 
whenever peradventure you do indeed encounter them here, they will always 
be accompanied by some crime or colored by some infamy. 
     Many of the extravagances you are about to see illustrated will 
doubtless displease you, yes, I am well aware of it, but there are amongst 
them a few which will warm you to the point of costing you some fuck, and 
that, reader, is all we ask of you; if we have not said everything, 
analyzed everything, tax us not with partiality, for you cannot expect us 
to have guessed what suits you best. Rather, it is up to you to take what 
you please and leave the rest alone, another reader will do the same, and 
little by little, everyone will find himself satisfied. It is the story of 
the magnificent banquet: six hundred different plates offer themselves to 
your appetite; are you going to eat them all? No, surely not, but this 
prodigious variety enlarges the bounds of your choice and, delighted by 
this increase of possibilities, it surely never occurs to you to scold the 
Amphitryon who regales you. Do likewise here: choose and let lie the rest 
without declaiming against that rest simply because it does not have the 
power to please you. Consider that it will enchant someone else, and be a 
philosopher. 
     As for the diversity, it is authentic, you may be sure of it; study 
closely that passion which to your first consideration seems perfectly to 
resemble another, and you will see that a difference does exist and that, 
however slightly it may be, it possesses precisely that refinement, that 
touch which distinguishes and characterizes the kind of libertinage 
wherewith we are here involved. 
     We have, moreover, blended these six hundred passions into the 
storytellers' narratives. That is one more thing whereof the reader were 
well to have foreknowledge: it would have been too monotonous to catalogue 
them one by one outside the body of the story. But as some reader not much 
learned in these matters might perhaps confuse the designated passions with 
the adventure or simple event in the narrator's life, each of these 
passions has been carefully distinguished by a marginal notation: a line, 
above which is the title that may be given the passion. This mark indicates 
the exact place where the account of the passions begins, and the end of 
the paragraph always indicates where it finishes. 
     But as numerous personages participate in a drama of this kind, 
notwithstanding the care we have taken in this introduction to describe and 
designate each one... we shall provide an index which will contain the name 
and age of every actor, together with a brief sketch of them all; so that 
should the reader, as he moves along, encounter what seems to him an 
unfamiliar figure, he will have merely to turn back to this index, and if 
this little aid to his memory suffice not, to the more thorough portraits 
given earlier. 
THE ROMANCE OF THE SCHOOL FOR LIBERTINAGE

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
     The Duc de Blangis, fifty, built like a satyr, endowed with a 
monstrous member and prodigious strength; he may be regarded as the 
depository of every vice and every crime. He has killed his mother, his 
sister, and three of his wives. 
     The Bishop of X*** is his brother; forty-five years old, more slender 
and more delicate than the Duc; a nasty mouth. He is deceitful, adroit, a 
faithful sectary of sodomy, active and passive, he has an absolute contempt 
for all other kinds of pleasure, he has brought about the cruel deaths of 
the two children whose sizable fortune was left in trust with him; he is a 
nervous type, so sensitive he nearly swoons upon discharging. 
     The President de Curval, sixty; a tall, thin, lank man, with sunken, 
dead eyes, an unhealthy mouth, the walking image of low license and 
libertinage, frightfully dirty about his body and attaching voluptuousness 
thereto. He has been circumcised, his erection is rare and difficult, it 
does take place however, and he ejaculates almost every day. His tastes 
induce him to prefer men; all the same, he has no scorn for a maid. For 
singularities in his tastes, he has a fondness for old age and whatever is 
kin to him in filthiness. He is endowed with a member practically as thick 
as the Duc's. In late years he has seemed as though unstrung by debauchery, 
and he drinks a great deal. He owes his fortune solely to murders and is 
nominally guilty of one, a dreadful one, whose details are contained in his 
biography previously given. When discharging, he experiences a sort of 
lubricious rage; it drives him to cruel deeds. 
     Durcet, banker, fifty-three, a great friend of the Duc, and his 
schoolmate; he is short, squat, and chubby, but his body looks healthy, 
pretty, and lair. He has the figure of a woman and all a woman's tastes: by 
his little firmness deprived from giving women pleasure, he has imitated 
that sex and has himself fucked at any time of day or night. He is also 
rather fond of a good mouthing, 'tis the only expedient which is able to 
afford him an agent's pleasures. His pleasures are his only gods, and he is 
constantly prepared to sacrify everything to them. He is clever, adroit, 
and has committed a profusion of crimes; he poisoned his mother, his wife, 
and her niece in order to assure his inheritance. His spirit is stoical, 
stalwart his heart, and absolutely insensible to pity. He no longer 
stiffens, his ejaculations are most rare; his instants of crisis are 
preceded by a kind of spasm which hurls him into a lubricious fury 
dangerous for those who are serving his passions. 
     Constance, the Duc's wife, Durcet's daughter; twenty-two years of age, 
she is a Roman beauty, with more majesty than finesse, plump, but well-
constructed, a superb body, a unique ass, a model ass, hair and eyes very 
dark. She is not without brains or wit, and but too well senses the horror 
of her fate. A great fund of native virtue nothing has been able to 
destroy. 
     Adelaide, Durcet's wife, the President's daughter; a pretty little 
object, she is twenty, blond, very tender eyes of a lovely, animated blue, 
she has about her everything of the romantic heroine. A long, well-attached 
neck, her one defect is her mouth, which is a shade large. Small breasts 
and a little ass, but all that, though delicate, is fair and well-molded. A 
mind given to fantasy, a tender heart, excessively virtuous and believing; 
she secretly performs her Christian duties. 
     Julie, the President's wife, elder daughter of the Duc; she is twenty-
four, fat, fleshy, with fine brown eyes, a pretty nose, striking and 
agreeable features, but an appalling mouth. She has little virtue and even 
pronounced tendencies to uncleanliness, alcoholism, gluttony, and whoredom. 
Her husband loves her for her defective mouth; this singularity appeals to 
the President's tastes. She has never been given either principles or 
religion. 
     Aline, her younger sister, supposed daughter of the Duc, really one of 
the Duc's wives and the Bishop's child; she is eighteen, has a very 
agreeable and fetching countenance, abounding health, brown eyes, an 
upturned nose, a mischievous air although she is profoundly indolent and 
lazy. She seems as yet to have no temperament and most sincerely detests 
all the infamies she is victim of. The Bishop baptized her behind at the 
age of ten. She has been left in crass ignorance, knows neither how to read 
nor write, she abhors the Bishop and greatly fears the Duc. She is much 
attached to her sister, is sober and tidy, speaks oddly and like a child; 
her ass is charming. 
     Duclos, the first storyteller; forty-eight, preserves her looks, is in 
good physical health, has the finest ass to be seen. Brunette, full figure, 
very well fleshed. 
     Champville is fifty; she is slender, well made, has lascivious eyes, 
she is a tribade, and everything about her proclaims it. Her present trade 
is pimping. She was once fair-haired, has pretty eyes, is long in the 
clitoris and ticklish in that part, has an ass much worn from service, but 
is none the less untupped in that place. 
     Martaine is fifty-two; she's a procuress too, a matronly dame, hale 
and hearty; inner obstructions have prevented her from ever knowing any but 
Sodom's delights, for which indeed she seems to have been specially 
created, for, her age notwithstanding, she has the world's noblest ass; it 
is both broad and big and so habituated to introductions that she can 
accommodate the weightiest engines without the flutter of an eyelash. She 
has pretty features still, but they are beginning to fade. 
     Desgranges is fifty-six; she is even now the greatest villain who has 
ever lived; she is tall, slender, pale, and was once dark-haired, she is 
crime's personification. Her withered ass resembles marbled paper, or 
parchment, and its orifice is immense. She is one-dugged, is missing three 
fingers and six teeth, fructus belli. There exists not a single crime she 
has not perpetrated or engineered, her prattle is pleasing to the ear, she 
has wit, and is currently one of the outfitters most highly respected by 
society. 
     Marie, the first of the duennas, is the youngest at fifty-eight; she 
has been whipped and branded, and was a servant to thieves. Her eyes are 
lackluster and running, her nose crooked, her teeth yellow, one buttock's 
gnawed by an abscess. She has borne and killed fourteen children. 
     Louison, the second duenna, is sixty; she is small, lame, one-eyed, 
and hunchbacked, but for all that she has yet a very pretty ass. She is 
always ready for crime and is extremely wicked. She and Marie are appointed 
as governesses to the girls, and the two following to the boys. 
     Therèse, aged sixty-two, looks like a skeleton, has no hair, no teeth, 
a stinking mouth, an ass seamed with scars, its hole is of excessively 
generous diameter. Filthy and fetid to an atrocious degree; she has a 
twisted arm, and she limps. 
     Fanchon, sixty-nine years old, has been six times hanged in effigy and 
has perpetrated every crime under the sun; she squints, is flat-nosed, 
short, heavy, has no forehead, two teeth only. An erysipelas covers her 
ass, a bunch of hemorrhoids hangs from her hole, a chancre is eating her 
womb, she has a burnt thigh, and a cancer gnaws her breast. She is 
constantly drunk and vomits, farts, and shits here, there, and everywhere 
all the time, and all unawares she is doing it. 
HAREM OF LITTLE GIRLS
     Augustine, daughter of a Languedoc baron, fifteen years old, alert and 
pretty little face. 
     Fanny, daughter of a Breton counselor, fourteen, a sweet and tender 
air. 
     Zelmire, daughter of the Comte de Terville, seigneur of Beauce, 
fifteen, a noble look and a very sensitive soul. 
     Sophie, daughter of a gentleman from Berry, charming features, 
fourteen years. 
     Colombe, daughter of a counselor to the Parliament of Paris, thirteen 
years old, exuberant health. 
     Hebe, daughter of an Orleans officer, a very libertine air, charming 
eyes, she is twelve. 
     Rosette and Michette, both look like lovely virgins. The first is 
thirteen and is the daughter of a Chalon-sur-Saône officer, the other is 
twelve and is a daughter of the Marquis de Senanges; she was abducted from 
her father's estate in Bourbonnais. 
     Their figures, the rest of their features and chiefly their asses are 
beyond all description. They were chosen from amongst one hundred and 
fifty. 
HAREM OF LITTLE BOYS
     Zelamir, thirteen, son of a Poitou squire. 
     Cupidon, same age, son of a gentleman from near La Flèche. 
     Narcisse, twelve, son of a nobleman situated in Rouen, Knight of 
Malta. 
     Zephyr, fifteen, son of a general living in Paris. He is destined for 
the Duc. 
     Celadon, son of a Nancy magistrate. He is fourteen. 
     Adonis, son of a judge of a Paris assize court; fifteen, destined for 
Curval. 
     Hyacinthe, fourteen, son of a retired officer dwelling in Champagne. 
     Giton, page to the King, twelve, son of a gentleman from the 
Nivernais. 
     No pen is capable of representing the graces, the features, and the 
charms of these eight children superior also to all the tongue is empowered 
to say, and chosen, as you know, from amongst a very large number. 
EIGHT FUCKERS
     Hercule, twenty-six, very pretty, but also a very mean character, the 
Duc's favorite; his prick measures eight and one-quarter inches around and 
thirteen in length. Plentiful discharge. 
     Antinoüs is thirty. A fine specimen of a man, his prick is eight 
inches around and twelve inches long. 
     Bum-Cleaver, twenty-eight years old, has the look of a satyr; his 
majestic prick is bent saber fashion, its head, or glans, is enormous, it 
is eight and three-eighths inches in circumference and the shaft eight in 
length. A fine curve to this majestic prick. 
     Invictus is twenty-five, he is exceedingly ugly, but healthy and 
vigorous; the great favorite of Curval, he is continually aroused, and his 
prick is seven and fifteen-sixteenths inches around by eleven inches long. 
     The four others measure from nine to ten and fifteen-sixteenths inches 
long, by from seven and a half and five-eights inches around, and they are 
from twenty-five to thirty years of age. 




PART THE FIRST 
THE 150 SIMPLE PASSIONS, OR THOSE BELONGING TO THE FIRST CLASS, COMPOSING 
THE THIRTY DAYS OF NOVEMBER PASSED IN HEARING THE NARRATION OF MADAME 
DUCLOS; INTERSPERSED AMONGST WHICH ARE THE SCANDALOUS DOINGS AT THE CHÂTEAU 
DURING THAT MONTH; ALL BEING SET DOWN IN THE FORM OF A JOURNAL. 
 
THE FIRST DAY 
     The company rose the 1st of November at ten o'clock in the morning, as 
was specified in the statutes which Messieurs had mutually sworn faithfully 
to observe in every particular. The four fuckers who had not shared the 
friends' couches, at their waking hour brought Zephyr to the Duc, Adonis to 
Curval, Narcisse to Durcet, and Zelamir to the Bishop. All four children 
were very timid, even more awkward, but, encouraged by their guides, they 
very nicely carried out their tasks, and the Duc discharged. His three 
colleagues, more reserved and less prodigal with their fuck, had as much of 
it deposited in them as did the Duc, but distributed none of their own. 
     At eleven o'clock they passed into the women's quarters where the 
eight young sultanas appeared naked, and in this state served chocolate, 
aided and directed by Marie and Louison, who presided over this seraglio. 
There was a great deal of handling and colling, and the eight poor girls, 
wretched little victims of the most blatant lubricity, blushed, hid behind 
their hands, sought to protect their charms, and immediately displayed 
everything as soon as they observed that their modesty irritated and 
annoyed their masters. The Duc rose up like a shot and measured his 
engine's circumference against Michette's slender little waist: their 
difference did not exceed three inches. Durcet, the month's preseding 
officer, conducted the prescribed examinations and made the necessary 
searches; Hebe and Colombe were found to have lapsed, their punishment was 
pronounced at once and fixed for the following Saturday at orgy hour. They 
wept. No one was moved. 
     They proceeded to the boys' apartments. The four who had not appeared 
that morning, namely Cupidon, Celadon, Hyacinthe and Giton, bared their 
behinds in accordance with orders, and the sight provided an instant's 
amusement. Curval kissed them all on the mouth, and the Bishop spent a 
moment frigging their pricks while the Duc and Durcet were doing something 
else. The inspections were completed, no misconduct was discovered. 
     At one o'clock Messieurs betook themselves to the chapel where, as you 
know, the sanitary conveniences were installed. The calculation of 
requirements for the coming soiree having led to the refusal of a good 
number of requests, only Constance, Duclos, Augustine, Sophie, Zelamir, 
Cupidon, and Louison appeared; all the others had asked permission and had 
been instructed to hold back until evening. Our four friends, ranged around 
the same specially constructed seat, had these seven subjects take their 
seat one after another, and then retired when they had enough of this 
spectacle. They descended to the salon where, while the women dined, they 
gossiped and tattled until the time came for them to be served their meal. 
Each of the four friends placed himself between two fuckers, pursuant to 
the imposed rule that barred all women from their table, and the four naked 
wives, aided by the elders costumed as the Graeae, served them the most 
magnificent and the most succulent dinner it were possible to concoct. No 
one more delicate, more skilled than the cooks they had brought with them, 
and they were so well paid and so lavishly provided that everything could 
not fail to be a brilliant success. As the midday fare was to be less heavy 
than the evening meal, they were restricted to four superb courses, each 
composed of twelve plates. Burgundy wine arrived with the hors d'ouvres, 
Bordeaux was served with the entrees, champagne with the roasts, Hermitage 
accompanied the entrements, Tokay and madeira were served with dessert. 
     Spirits rose little by little; the fuckers, whom the friends had 
granted every liberty with their wives, treated them somewhat untenderly. 
Constance was even a bit knocked about, rather beaten for having dawdled 
over bringing a dish to Hercule who, seeing himself well advanced in the 
Duc's good graces, fancied he might carry insolence to the point of 
drubbing and molesting his wife; the Duc thought this very amusing. Curval, 
in an ugly humor by the time dessert arrived, flung a plate at his wife's 
face, and it might have clove her head in two had she not ducked. Spying 
one of his neighbors stiffen, Durcet, though they were still at table, 
promptly unbuttoned his breeches and presented his ass. The neighbor drove 
his weapon home; the operation once concluded, they fell to drinking again 
as if nothing had happened. The Duc soon imitated his old friend's little 
infamy and wagered that, enormous as Invictus' prick might be, he could 
calmly down three bottles of wine while lying embuggered upon it. What 
effortlessness, what ease, what detachment in libertinage! He won what he 
had staked, and as they were not drunk on an empty stomach, as those three 
bottles fell upon at least fifteen others, the Duc's head began gently to 
swim. The first object upon which his eye alighted was his wife, weeping 
over the abuse she had sustained from Hercule, and this sight so inspired 
the Duc he lost not an instant doing to her things too excessive for us to 
describe as yet. The reader will notice how hampered we are in these 
beginnings, and how stumbling are our efforts to give a coherent account of 
these matters; we trust he will forgive us for leaving the curtain drawn 
over a considerable number of little details. We promise it will be raised 
later on. 
     Our champions finally made their way into the salon, where new 
pleasures and further delights were awaiting them. Coffee and liqueurs were 
distributed by a charming quartet made up of Adonis and Hyacinthe, two 
appealing little boys, and two pretty maids, Zelmire and Fanny. Therèse, 
one of the duennas, supervised them, for it was decreed that wherever two 
or more children were gathered, a duenna was to be on hand. Our four 
libertines, half-drunk but none the less resolved to abide their laws, 
contended themselves with kisses, fingerings, but their libertine 
intelligence knew how to season these mild activities with all the 
refinements of debauch and lubricity. It was thought for a moment that the 
Bishop was going to have to surrender his fuck in exchange for the 
extraordinary things he was wringing from Hyacinthe, while Zelmire frigged 
him. His nerves were already aquiver, an impending crisis was beginning to 
take possession of his entire being, but he checked himself, the tempting 
objects ready to triumph over his senses were sent spinning and, knowing 
there was yet a full day's work ahead of him, the Bishop saved his best for 
the evening. Six different kinds of liqueur were drunk, three kinds of 
coffee, and the hour sounding at last, the two couples withdrew to dress. 
     Our friends took a fifteen minute nap, then moved into the throne 
room, the place where the auditors were to listen to the narrations. The 
friends took their places upon their couches, the Duc having his beloved 
Hercule at his feet, near him, naked, Adelaide, Durcet's wife and the 
President's daughter, and for quatrain opposite him, and linked to his 
niche by a chain of flowers, as has been explained, Zephyr, Giton, 
Augustine, and Sophie costumed as shepherds, supervised by Louison as an 
old peasant woman playing the role of their mother. 
     At Curval's feet was Invictus, upon his couch lay Constance, the Duc's 
wife and Durcet's daughter, and for quatrain four little Spaniards, each 
sex dressed in its costume and as elegantly as possible: they were Adonis, 
Celadon, Fanny, and Zelmire; Fanchon clad as a duenna, watched over them. 
     The Bishop had Antinoüs at his feet, his niece Julie on his couch, and 
four little almost naked savages for quatrain. The boys: Cupidon and 
Narcisse; the girls: Hebe and Rosette; an old Amazon, interpreted by 
Therèse, was in charge of them. 
     Durcet had Bum-Cleaver for fucker, near him reclined Aline, daughter 
of the Bishop, and in front of him were four little sultanas, the boys 
being dressed as girls, and this refinement to the last degree emphasized 
the enchanting visages of Zelamir, Hyacinthe, Colombe, and Michette. An old 
Arab slave, portrayed by Marie, presided over this quatrain. 
     The three storytellers, magnificently dressed as upper-class Parisian 
courtesans, were seated below the throne upon a couch, and Madame Duclos, 
the month's narrator, in very scanty and very elegant attire, well rouged 
and heavily bejeweled, having taken her place on the stage, thus began the 
story of what had occurred in her life, into which account she was, with 
all pertinent details, to insert the first one hundred and fifty passions 
designated by the title of simple passions: 
     'Tis no slight undertaking, Messieurs, to attempt to express oneself 
before a circle such as yours. Accustomed to all of the most subtle and 
most delicate that letters produce, how, one may wonder, will you be able 
to bear the ill-shaped periods and uncouth images of a humble creature like 
myself who has received no other education than the one supplied her by 
libertinage. But your indulgence reassures me; you ask for naught but the 
natural and true, and I dare say what of these I shall provide you will 
merit your attention. 
     My mother was twenty-five when she brought me into the world, and I 
was her second child; the first was also a daughter, by six years my elder. 
My mother's birth was not distinguished. She had been early bereft of both 
her father and mother, and as her parents had dwelled near the Recollet 
monastery in Paris, when she found herself an orphan, abandoned and without 
any resources, she obtained permission from these good fathers to come and 
ask for alms in their church. But as she had some youth and health, she 
soon attracted their notice, and gradually mounted from the church below to 
the rooms above, whence she soon descended with child. It was as a 
consequence of one such adventure my sister saw the light, and it is more 
likely that my own birth might rightly be ascribed to no other cause. 
     However, content with my mother's docility and seeing how she did make 
the community to prosper and flourish, the good fathers rewarded her works 
by granting her what might be earned from the rental of seats in their 
church; my mother no sooner obtained this post than, with her superior's 
leave, she married one of the house's water carriers who straightway, 
without the least repugnance, adopted my sister and me. 
     Born into the Church, I dwelled so to speak more in the House of God 
than in our own; I helped my mother arrange the chairs, I seconded the 
sacristans in their various operations, I would have said Mass had that 
been necessary, although I had not yet attained my fifth year. 
     One day, returning from my holy occupations, my sister asked me 
whether I had yet encountered Father Laurent.... 
     I said I had not. 
     "Well, look out," said she, "he's on the watch for you, I know he is, 
he wants to show you what he showed me. Don't run away, look him straight 
in the eye without being afraid, he won't touch you, but he'll show you 
something very funny, and if you let him do it he'll pay you a lot. There 
are more than fifteen of us around here whom he's shown it to. That's what 
he likes best, and he's given a present to us all." 
     You may well imagine, Messieurs, that nothing more was needed, not 
only to keep me from fleeing Father Laurent, but to induce me to seek him 
out; at that age the voice of modesty is a whisper at best, and its silence 
until the time one has left the tutelage of Nature is certain proof, is it 
not, that this factitious sentiment is far less the product of that 
original mother's training than it is the fruit of education? I flew 
instantly to the church, and as I was crossing a little court located 
between the entrance of the churchyard and the monastery, I bumped squarely 
into Father Laurent. He was a monk about forty, with a very handsome face. 
He stopped me. 
     "Whither are you going, Francon?" he asked. 
     "To arrange the chairs, Father." 
     "Never fear, never fear, your mother will attend to them," said he. 
"Come, come along with me," and he drew me toward a sequestered chamber 
hard by the place. "I am going to show you something you have never seen." 
     I follow him, we enter, he shuts the door and, having posted me 
directly opposite him: 
     "Well, Francon," says he, pulling a monstrous prick from his drawers, 
an instrument which nearly toppled me with fright; "tell me," he continues, 
frigging himself, "have you ever seen anything to equal it?... that's what 
they call a prick, my little one, yes, a prick... it's used for fucking, 
and what you're going to see, what's going to flow out of it in a moment or 
two, is the seed wherefrom you were created. I've shown it to your sister, 
I've shown it to all the little girls of your age, lend a hand, help it 
along, help get it out, do as your sister does, she's got it out of me 
twenty times or more.... I show them my prick, and then what do you suppose 
I do? I squirt the fuck in their face.... That's my passion, my child, I 
have no other... and you're about to behold it." 
     And at the same time I felt myself completely drenched in a white 
spray, it soaked me from head to foot, some drops of it had leapt even into 
my eyes, for my little head just came to the height of his fly. However, 
Laurent was gesticulating. "Ah! the pretty fuck, the dear fuck I am 
losing," he cried, "why, look at you! You're covered with it." And 
gradually regaining control of himself, he calmly put his tool away and 
decamped, slipping twenty sous into my hand and suggesting that I bring him 
any little companions I might happen to have. 
     As you may readily fancy, I could not have been more eager to run and 
tell everything to my sister; she wiped me dry, taking the greatest care to 
overlook none of the spots, and she who had enabled me to earn my little 
fortune did not fail to demand half of my wages. Instructed by this 
example, I did not fail, in the hope of a similar division of the spoils, 
to round up as many little girls for Father Laurent as I could find. But 
having brought him one with whom he was already familiar, he turned her 
away, the while giving me three sous by way of encouragement. 
     "I never see the same one twice, my child," he told me, "bring me some 
I don't know, never any of those who say they've already had dealings with 
me." 
     I managed more successfully; in the space of three months, I 
introduced Father Laurent to more than twenty new girls, with whom, for the 
sake of his pleasure, he employed the identical proceedings he had with me. 
Together with the stipulation that they be strangers to him, there was 
another relative for age, and it appeared to be of infinite importance: he 
had no use for anything younger than four or older than seven. And my 
little fortune could not have been faring better when my sister, noticing 
that I was encroaching upon her domain, threatened to divulge everything to 
my mother if I did not put a stop to this splendid commerce; I had to give 
up Father Laurent. 
     However, my functions continued to keep me in the neighborhood of the 
monastery; the same day I reached the age of seven I encountered a new 
lover whose preferred caprice, although very childish, was nevertheless 
somewhat more serious. This one was named Father Louis, he was older than 
Laurent, and had some unidentifiable quality in his bearing that was a 
great deal more libertine. He sidled up to me at the door of the church as 
I was entering it, and made me promise to come up to his room. At first I 
advanced a few objections, but once he had assured me that three years ago 
my sister had come for a visit and that he received little girls of my age 
every day, I went with him. Scarcely were we in his cell when he closed and 
bolted the door and, having poured some elixir into a goblet, made me 
swallow it and then two more copious measures too. This preparatory step 
taken, the reverend, more affectionate than his confrere, fell to kissing 
me and, chattering all the while, he untied my apron and, raising my skirt 
to my bodice, he laid hands, despite my faint strugglings, upon all the 
anterior parts he had just brought to light; and after having thoroughly 
fingered and considered them, he inquired of me whether I did not desire to 
piss. Singularly driven to this need by the strong dose he had a few 
moments earlier had me drink, I assured him the urge to do so was as 
powerful as ever it could be, but that I did not want to satisfy it in 
front of him. 
     "Oh, my goodness, do! Why yes, my little rascal," quoth the bawdy 
fellow, "by God yes, you'll piss in my presence and, what's worse, you'll 
piss upon me. Here it is," he went on, plucking his prick from his 
breeches, "here's the tool you're going to moisten, just piss on it a 
little." 
     And thereupon he lifted me up and set me on two chairs, one foot on 
one chair, the other foot on the other, he moved the chairs apart as far as 
was possible, then bade me squat. Holding me in this posture, he placed a 
container beneath me, established himself on a little stool about as high 
as the pot; his engine was in his hand, directly under my cunt. One of his 
hands supporting my haunches, he frigged himself with the other, and my 
mouth being at a level with his, he kissed it. 
     "Off you go, my little one, piss," cried he, "flood my prick with that 
enchanting liquid whose hot outpouring exerts such a sway over my senses. 
Piss, my heart, care not but to piss and try to inundate my fuck." 
     Louis became animated, excited himself, it was easy to see that this 
unusual operation was the one which all his senses most cherished; the 
sweetest, gentlest ecstasy crowned that very moment when the liquids 
wherewith he had swollen my stomach, gushed most abundantly out of me, and 
we simultaneously filled the same pot, he with fuck, I with urine. The 
exercise concluded, Louis delivered roughly the same speech to me I had 
heard from Laurent, he wished to make a procuress of his little whore, and 
this time, caring precious little for my sister's threats, I boldly guided 
every child I knew to dear Louis. He had every one of them do the same 
thing, and as he experienced no compunction upon seeing any one of them a 
second or third time, and as he always gave me separate payment, which had 
nothing to do with the additional fee I extracted from my little comrades, 
before six months had passed I found myself with a tidy little sum which 
was entirely my own; I had only to conceal knowledge of it from my sister. 
     "Duclos," the President interrupted at this point, "we have, I 
believe, advised you that your narrations must be decorated with the most 
numerous and searching details; the precise way and extent to which we may 
judge how the passion you describe relates to human manners and man's 
character is determined by your willingness to disguise no circumstance; 
and, what is more, the least circumstance is apt to have an immense 
influence upon the procuring of that kind of sensory irritation we expect 
from your stories." 
     "Yes, my Lord," Duclos replied, "I have been advised to omit no detail 
and to enter into the most minute particulars whenever they serve to shed 
light upon the human personality, or upon the species of passion; have I 
neglected something in connection with this one?" 
     "You have," said the President; "I have not the faintest notion of 
your second monk's prick, nor any idea of its discharge. In addition, did 
he frig your cunt, pray tell, and did he have you dandle his device? You 
see what I mean by neglected details." 
     "Your pardon, my Lord," said Duclos, "I shall repair these present 
mistakes and avoid them in the future. Father Louis possessed a very 
ordinary member, greater in its length than it was around and in general of 
a most common shape and turn; indeed, I do recall that he stiffened rather 
poorly and that it was not until the crisis arrived he took on a little 
firmness. No, he did not frig my cunt, he was content to enlarge it with 
his fingers as much as possible, so as to give free issue to the urine. He 
brought his prick very close two or three times, and his discharge was 
rapid, intense, and brief; nothing came from his mouth but the words: 'Ah, 
fuck! piss, my child, piss the pretty fountain, piss, d'ye hear, piss away, 
don't you see me come?' And, while saying that, he intermittently sprinkled 
kisses on my mouth. They were not excessively libertine." 
     "That's it, Duclos," said Durcet, "the President was right; I could 
not visualize a thing on the basis of your first telling, but now I have 
your man well in view." 
     "One moment, Duclos," said the Bishop, upon seeing that she was about 
to proceed. "I have on my own account a need rather more pressing than to 
piss, it's had me in its grip for an age and I have the feeling it's got to 
go." 
     So saying he drew Narcisse to his alcove. Fire leapt from the 
prelate's eyes, his prick stood up against his belly, foam flecked his 
lips, it was confined fuck that wished absolutely to escape and which could 
not be liberated save by violent means. He dragged his niece and the little 
boy into his closet. Everything came to a pause; a discharge was regarded 
as something far too portentous not to suspend everything the moment 
someone was about to produce one; all was to concur to make it delicious. 
But upon this occasion Nature's will did not correspond with the Bishop's 
wishes, and several minutes after having retired to the closet, he emerged 
from it, furious, in the same state of erection and, addressing himself to 
Durcet, presiding officer for November: 
     "Put that odd little fellow down for some punishment on Saturday," he 
said, flinging the child ten feet away from him, "and make it severe, if 
you please." 
     It was apparent that the boy had not been able to satisfy Monseigneur, 
and Julie whispered in her father's ear what had happened. 
     "Well, by God, then take another," cried the Duc, "choose something 
from one of our quatrains if nothing in yours suits you." 
     "Ah, my satisfaction now would be far beyond the damned little that 
would have been sufficient a moment ago," said the prelate. "You know to 
what we are led by a thwarted desire; I'd prefer to restrain myself, but no 
undue leniency with that poor little fool ," he continued, "that's what I 
recommend..." 
     "But be at ease, my dear Bishop," said Durcet, "I promise you he'll 
get a good scolding, 'tis a fine idea to provide the others with an 
example. I'm sorry to see you in such a state; try something else; have 
yourself fucked." 
     "Monseigneur," spoke up Martaine, "I feel myself greatly disposed to 
satisfy you, were Your Excellency to wish it..." 
     "No, no, Christ, no!" the Bishop cried, "don't you know that there are 
a thousand occasions when one does not want a woman's asshole? I'll 
wait...let Duclos continue, I'll get rid of it tonight, I'll have to find 
the one I want. Proceed, Duclos." 
     And the friends having laughed right heartily at the Bishop's 
libertine frankness- "there are a thousand occasions when one does not want 
a woman's asshole"- the storyteller resumed in these terms: 
It was not long after I had attained the age of seven that one day, 
following my custom of bringing one of my little comrades to Louis, I found 
another monk with him in his cell. As that had never happened before, I was 
surprised and wanted to leave, but Louis having reassured us, my little 
friend and I went boldly in. 
     "Well there, Geoffrey," Louis said to his companion, pushing me toward 
him, "did I not tell you that she was nice?" 
     "Why yes indeed, she is," said Geoffrey, taking me upon his knees and 
giving me a kiss. "How old are you, my little one?" 
     "Seven, Father." 
     "Just fifty years younger than I," said the good father, kissing me 
anew. 
     And during this little dialogue, the sirup was being prepared and, as 
it was customary, each of us swallowed three big glasses of it, but, as it 
was not customary for me to drink when I brought Louis a toy, because he 
only expected a sprinkling from the girl I brought, because I did not 
usually stay for the ceremony but used to leave at once, for all these 
reasons I was astonished by their actions, and in a tone of the most naive 
innocence I inquired: 
     "And why do you have me drink, good Father? do you want me to piss?" 
     "To be sure, we do, my child," quoth Geoffrey, who still had me 
squeezed between his thighs and whose hands were already straying over my 
front, "yes, you're to piss, and the adventure is to take place with me; it 
will be, perhaps, a little different from the other one you experienced 
here. Come into my cell, let's leave Father Louis with your little friend, 
and let's get to business ourselves; we'll return when all our needs are 
satisfied." 
     We left; before going, Louis told me in a whisper to be very obliging 
with his friend, and said I'd not regret it if I were. Geoffrey's cell was 
not far from Louis', and we reached it without being seen. No sooner inside 
than Geoffrey, having barricaded the door, told me to get rid of my skirts. 
I obeyed, he himself pulled my shift above my navel and, having seated me 
on the edge of his bed, he spread my thighs as wide as it were possible, at 
the same time thrusting me back in such a way my belly came into full view 
and my weight rested entirely upon the base of my spine. He besought me to 
keep in that position and to begin to piss immediately he gave one of my 
thighs a little slap with his hand. Then, scrutinizing me for a moment in 
this attitude, with one hand he separated the lips of my cunt, with the 
other he unbuttoned his breeches and with quick and energetic movements 
began to shake a dark, stunted little member which seemed not much inclined 
to respond to what was required of it. To give it some encouragement, our 
man set about doing his duty and proceeded to his chosen custom, the one 
which procured him the greatest possible titillation - down he went on his 
knees, I say, between my legs, spent another instant peering into the 
little orifice I presented to his eye, several times applied his mouth to 
it, between his teeth muttering certain luxurious phrases I cannot remember 
because at the time I did not understand them, and continued to agitate 
that sullen little member, which, though fearfully bullied, did not budge. 
Finally, he sealed his lips to those of my cunt, I received the signal, and 
instantly draining what my bladder contained into the gentleman's mouth, I 
flooded him with a stream of urine he swallowed as fast as I launched it 
into his gullet. Whereupon his member unfurled, and its proudly lifted head 
throbbed against one of my thighs: I felt it bravely spray his debilitated 
manhood's sterile issue. Everything had been so well managed he swallowed 
the final drops at the same moment his prick, confused by his victory, wept 
bloody tears over it. Trembling in every limbs, Geoffrey got to his feet, 
and I observed that he no longer had for his idol, once the incense had 
been extinguished, the same religious fervor he had while delirium, 
inflaming his homage, still sustained its glory: he rather abruptly gave me 
twelve sous, opened the door without asking me, as had the others, to bring 
him girls (he was evidently furnished by someone else) and, pointing the 
way to his friend's cell, told me to go there, said that he was in a hurry, 
that he had his offices to perform, that he could not conduct me himself, 
and then shut his door without affording me the chance to answer him. 
     "Oh yes indeed!" said the Duc, "unnumbered are they who absolutely 
cannot bear the instant when the illusion is shattered. It seems as if 
one's pride suffers when one lets a woman see one in such a state of 
feebleness, and disgust would appear to be the result of the discomfiture 
one experiences at such moments." 
     "No," said Curval, whom Adonis, kneeling, was frigging, and whose 
hands were wandering over Zelmire, "no, my friend, pride has nothing to do 
with it, but the object which is in the profoundest sense devoid of all 
value save the one our lust endows it with, that object, I say, shows 
itself for what in truth it is once our lubricity has subsided. The more 
violent has been the irritation the more this object is stripped of its 
attraction when this irritation ceases to sustain it, just as we are more 
or less fatigued after greater or lesser exertion, and this aversion we 
thereupon sense is nothing but the sentiment of a glutted soul whereunto 
happiness is displeasing because happiness has just wearied it." 
     "But from this aversion, all the same," spoke up Durcet, "is often 
born a plan for revenge, whose fatal consequences have often been 
observed." 
     "Yes, but that's another matter," Curval replied, "and as the 
aftermath of these recitals will perhaps afford us examples of what you're 
saying, let's not anticipate through dissertations what will be naturally 
produced of itself." 
     "President, be frank," said Durcet: "on the verge of running amuck 
yourself, I believe that at the present moment you prefer to prepare 
yourself to feel how one enjoys than to discuss how one becomes disgusted." 
     "Why, not at all, not a bit of it," said Curval, "I am as cool as 
ice... To be sure, yes," he continued, kissing Adonis' lips, "this child is 
charming... but he's not to be fucked; I know of nothing worse than your 
damnable regulations... one must reduce oneself to things... to things... 
Go on, Duclos, go on, continue, for I have the feeling I might perpetrate 
something foolish, and I want my illusion to remain intact at least until I 
go to bed." 
     The President, perceiving his engine beginning to rebel, sent the two 
children back to their posts and, lying down beside Constance, who, pretty 
as she was, doubtless failed to stimulate him as much, he a second time 
besought Duclos to resume her story; she did at once, as follows: 
     I rejoined my little comrade. Louis had been serviced; not very well 
pleased, we both left the monastery, I almost resolved not to return again. 
Geoffrey's tone had wounded my little pride, and without probing further to 
determine the origins of my displeasure, I liked neither its apparent cause 
nor its consequences. However, it had been written in my destiny that I was 
to have yet a few more adventures in that pious retreat, and the example of 
my sister, who had, so she told me, done business with fourteen of its 
inhabitants, was to convince me that I was still far from the end of my 
tour. Three months after this last episode, I became aware of overtures 
being made to me by another one of these reverend fathers, this one a man 
of about sixty. He invented every kind of ruse to lure me to his room; one 
of them succeeded, so well in fact that one fine Sunday morning I found 
myself there, without knowing why or how it had happened. The old rascal, 
known as Father Henri, shut and locked the door as soon as I had crossed 
the threshold, and embraced me with exceeding warmth. 
     "Ah, little imp!" cried he, transported with joy, "I've got you now, 
you'll not escape me this time, ha!" 
     The weather was extremely cold at the time, my little nose was running 
as children's usually do in the winter; I drew out a handkerchief. 
     "What's this? What's this? Be careful there," warned Henri, "I'm the 
one who'll attend to that operation, my sweet." 
     And having stretched me out upon his bed with my head a little to one 
side, he sat down next to me and raised my head upon his lap. He peered 
avidly at me, his eyes seemed ready to devour the secretion oozing from my 
nose. "Oh, the pretty little snotface," said he, beginning to pant, "how 
I'm going to suck her." Therewith bending down over me, and taking my nose 
in his mouth, not only did he devour all the mucus between my nose and 
mouth, but he even lewdly darted the tip of his tongue into each of my 
nostrils, one after the other, and with such cleverness he provoked two or 
three sneezes which redoubled the flow he desired and was consuming so 
hungrily. But ask me for no details bearing upon this fellow, Messieurs, 
nothing appeared, and whether because he did nothing, or because he did it 
all in his drawers, there was nothing to be seen, and amidst the multitude 
of his kisses and lecherous lickings there was nothing outstanding which 
might have denoted an ecstasy, and consequently it is my opinion that he 
did not discharge. All my clothes were in place, even his hands stayed 
still, and I give you my word that this old libertine's fantasy might be 
performed upon the world's most respectable and least initiated girl 
without her being able to suppose there was anything lewd in it at all. 
     But the same could not be said of the one that chance presented to my 
consideration the same day I turned nine years old. Father Etienne, that 
was the libertine's name, had several times asked my sister to bring me to 
him, and she had got me to promise to go alone, for she was unwilling to 
accompany me, fearing lest my mother, who already scented something in the 
wind, might find out; well, I was planning to pay him a visit when, one 
day, I ran directly into him in a corner of the church, near the sacristy. 
His manner was so gracious, he argued so persuasively that he had no need 
to drag me away by main force. Father Etienne was about forty, a healthy, 
robust, strapping fellow. We were no sooner closeted together than he asked 
whether I knew how to frig a prick. 
     "Alas!" said I, blushing to the ears, "I don't even know what you're 
talking about." 
     "Well then I'll explain, my chit," said he, bestowing heartfelt kisses 
upon my mouth and eyes, "my unique pleasure in this world is to educate 
little girls, and the lessons I give are so excellent they prove 
unforgettable. Begin by removing your skirts, for if I am to teach you how 
you must proceed in order to give me pleasure, 'tis only fair that at the 
same time I teach you what to do in order to receive it, and that lesson 
cannot be a success if anything hinders us. Here we go. We shall begin with 
you. What you behold down here," said he, placing his hand on my mound, "is 
called a cunt, and this is what you must do in order to awaken very 
felicitous sensations in it. With one finger - one will do - lightly rub 
this little protuberance you feel here. It, by the way, is called the 
clitoris." 
     I followed instructions. 
     "There, you see, that way, my little one, while one hand is busy 
there, let one finger of your other hand gradually work its way into this 
delicious crack...." 
     He adjusted my hands. 
     "That's the way, yes... Well! Don't you feel anything?" he asked, 
keeping me to my task. 
     "No, Father, I truly don't," I answered most naively. 
     "Ah, that's because you are still too young, but two years from now 
you'll see the pleasures it gives." 
     "Wait," I interrupted, "I think something's happening." 
     And with all imaginable vigor I rubbed the places he had pointed 
out.... Yes, sure enough, a few faint titillations convinced me that what 
I'd begun was worth continuing, and the extensive use I have made ever 
since of this relief-providing exercise has more than once persuaded me of 
my master's competence. 
     "And now 'tis my turn," said Etienne, "for your pleasures arouse my 
desires, and I simply must share them, my angel. Here we are; take this," 
he said, inviting me to grip a tool so monstrous my two little hands were 
scarce able to close around it, "take this, my child, 'tis called a prick, 
and this movement here," he went on, guiding my wrists in rapid jerks, 
"this action is called frigging. Thus, by means of this action you frig my 
prick. Go to it, my child, put all your strength to it. The more rapid and 
persistent your movements, the more you will hasten a moment which, believe 
me, I cherish. But bear one essential thing in mind," he added, all the 
while directing my flying hands, "be careful at all times to keep the tip 
uncovered. Never allow this skin, we call it the prepuce, to cover it over; 
were this prepuce to happen to cover this part, which we call the glans, 
all my pleasure would vanish. That's it; we're shortly going to see 
something, my little one," my teacher continued, "watch me do on you what 
you did on me." 
     And pressing himself against my chest as he spoke and as I kept in 
motion, he placed his hands so adroitly, he wriggled his fingers with such 
high art that pleasure rose at last to grip me, and it is without a shadow 
of a doubt to him I owe my initiation. And then, my head reeling, I 
abandoned my task, and the reverend, not yet ready to complete it, 
consented to forget his pleasure for a moment in order to devote himself 
exclusively to cultivating mine; and when he had caused me to taste it all, 
he had me resume the work my ecstasy had obliged me to interrupt, and very 
expressly enjoined me to keep my mind strictly on what I was about and to 
care for naught but him. I did so with all my soul. It was only just: I 
surely owed him my thanks. I went so merrily to work, and I observed all 
his instructions so faithfully that the monster, vanquished by such rapid 
vibrations, finally spewed forth all its rage and covered me with its 
venom. Thereupon Etienne seemed to go out of his mind, borne aloft in the 
most voluptuous delirium; ardently he kissed my mouth, he fondled and 
frigged my cunt, and the wildness in his speech still more emphatically 
declared his disorder. Gross expressions, mingling with others of the most 
endearing sort, characterized this transport, which lasted quite a while, 
and whence at last the gallant Etienne, so unlike his piss-swallowing 
colleague, emerged to tell me that I was charming, that he greatly hoped I 
would come back to see him, and that he would treat me every time as he was 
going to now: pressing a silver coin into my hand, he conducted me back to 
the place he had brought me from and left me wonderstruck, thrilled and 
enchanted with this latest good fortune. Feeling much better about the 
monastery, I decided to return to it often in the future, persuaded that 
the more I advanced in age, the more agreeable adventures I would meet with 
there. But destiny called me elsewhere; more important events awaited me in 
a new world, and upon returning to my house I learned news which was soon 
to sober the elation produced in me by the happy outcome of my latest 
experience. 
     Here a bell was heard struck in the salon; it announced supper. 
Whereupon Duclos, generally applauded for the auspicious little beginnings 
she had made, descended from the stage, and, after having made a few 
adjustments to repair the disorder all four of them seemed to be in, the 
friends turned their thoughts to new pleasures and hastened to find out 
what Comus held in store for them. 
     This meal was to be served by the eight little girls, naked. Having 
been wise enough to leave the auditorium a few minutes early, they stood 
ready the moment the masters entered these fresh surroundings. The table 
companions were to be twenty in number: the libertine quartet, the eight 
fuckers, the eight little boys. But, still furious with Narcisse, the 
Bishop wished to veto his presence at the banquet, and as it was perfectly 
natural that they make allowances for one another's whims and observe a 
mutual tolerance, no one raised his voice to contest the sentence, and the 
poor little simpleton was confined alone in a dark closet to await that 
stage in the orgies when perhaps Monseigneur might be inclined to make 
friends with him again. The wives and the storytellers, dining apart, had 
concluded their meal in great haste in order to be ready for the orgies, 
the elders directed the movements of the eight little girls, and dinner was 
begun. 
     This meal, much heavier than the one which had been eaten earlier in 
the day, was served with far greater opulence and splendor. I began with a 
shellfish soup and hors d'oeuvres composed of twenty dishes; twenty entrees 
came on next, and soon gave way to another twenty lighter entrees made up 
entirely of breasts of chicken, of assorted game prepared in every possible 
way. This was offset by a serving of roasts; everything of the rarest 
imaginable was brought on. Next arrived some cold pastry, soon afterward 
twenty-six entremets of every description and form. The table was cleared, 
and what had just been removed was replaced by a whole array of cold and 
hot sugared pastries. Dessert finally appeared: a prodigious number and 
variety of fruits, though the season was winter, then ices, chocolate, and 
the liqueurs which were taken at table. As for the wines, they varied with 
each service: Burgundy accompanied the first; two kinds of Italian wine 
came with the second and third; Rhine wine with the fourth; with the fifth, 
Rhône wines; sparkling champagne with the sixth; two kinds of Greek wine 
with the other two courses. Spirits were prodigiously roused, for, as 
distinct from lunch, one was not granted permission during dinner to take 
the waitresses to task, or with that same severity; these creatures, being 
the very quintessence of what the company had to offer, had to be treated 
rather more sparingly but, on the other hand, the friends indulged in a 
furious round of impurities with them. 
     Half-drunk, the Duc said he would not touch another drop, from now it 
was Zelmire's urine or nothing, and he drained two large glasses of it 
which he obtained by having the child climb upon the table and squat over 
his plate. "Why, there's nothing to drinking weak young piss," said Curval 
and, calling Fanchon to him: "Come hither, venerable bitch, I'd slake my 
thirst at the very source." And thrusting his head between the old crone's 
legs, he greedily sucked up the impure floods of poisonous urine she darted 
into his stomach. And now their words grew heated, they argued various 
philosophical problems and considered several questions relating to 
manners; I leave it to the reader to imagine the purity of those discourses 
and the loftiness of their moralizing. The Duc undertook an encomium of 
libertinage, and proved that it was natural, and that the more numerous 
were its extravagances, the better they served the creator of us all. His 
opinion was generally acclaimed, enthusiastically applauded, and they rose 
to go and put into practice the doctrines which had just been established. 
Everything was ready in the orgy salon: the women were there, already 
naked, lying upon piles of pillows on the floor, strewn promiscuously 
amongst the young catamites who had hastened away from table a little after 
dessert. Our friends reeled in; two elders undressed them, and they fell 
upon the flock like wolves assailing a sheepfold. The Bishop, whose 
passions had been cruelly irritated by the obstacles they had encountered 
of late, laid hands on Antinoüs' sublime ass while Hercule skewered him, 
and vanquished by this latest sensation and by the important and doubtless 
so much desired service Antinoüs was rendering him, he finally spat out 
streams of semen so hard driven and so pungent he swooned in ecstasy. 
Bacchus' wiles had spellbound senses glutted from excess, numbed from 
luxury; our hero passed from his faint to a sleep so profound he had to be 
carried to his bed. The Duc was having a marvelous time. Curval, 
recollecting what Martaine had offered the Bishop, stuffed her while he got 
his own ass stoppered. A thousand other horrors, a thousand other infamies 
accompanied and succeeded those, and our three indomitable champions - for 
the Bishop no longer was of this world - our valorous athletes, I say, 
escorted by the four night-toiling fuckers who had not been at the revels 
but who now came to fetch them, retired with the same wives who had shared 
their couches during the story time. Luckless victims of their brutality, 
upon whom it is only too likely they showered more outrages than caresses 
and who, it is equally probable, inspired in them more disgust than 
pleasure. . . . 
     Such were the events that transpired on the first day. 




THE SECOND DAY
    The company rose at the customary hour. The Bishop, entirely recovered 
from his excess, and who, waking at four in the morning, was deeply shocked 
to find they had let him go to bed unaccompanied, had summoned Julie and 
his fucker for the night to come and occupy their posts. They answered the 
call instantly, and in their arms the libertine plunged back into the thick 
of new impurities. 
    When, in keeping with regulations, breakfast had been taken in the 
girls' quarters, Durcet went on his rounds, and, notwithstanding all the 
arguments he heard, further delinquencies appeared to his eyes. Michette 
was guilty of one kind of fault and Augustine, whom Curval had ordered to 
keep herself throughout the day in a certain state, was found in the 
absolutely opposite state; she declared she had forgotten, made a hundred 
apologies, and promised it would not happen again, but the quadrumvirate 
was inexorable, and both names were inscribed on the list of punishments to 
be executed come the first Saturday. 
     Highly dissatisfied with all these little girls' ineptness in the art 
of masturbation, annoyed by the effects of this awkwardness with which he 
had been obliged to put up the previous evening, Durcet proposed that one 
hour in the morning be set aside for giving them lessons, and that the 
friends take turns rising an hour early, the exercise period being set from 
nine until ten - one friend would rise at nine every morning, I say, to 
participate in the training. It was decided that the supervisor would be 
seated comfortably in a chair in the middle of the harem and that each 
little girl, led forth and guided by Duclos, the best frigger in the 
castle, would demonstrate upon the friend, would direct the little girl's 
hand, her motion, would explain the intricacies of tempo, how much and how 
little speed was required and how that depended on the patient's condition, 
would also explain what attitudes and postures were most conducive to the 
operation's success; furthermore, punishments were fixed for her who at the 
end of a fortnight, despite the lessons, should fail of perfect proficiency 
in this art. It was emphasized to the little girls that, pursuant to the 
good ecclesiastic's doctrines, the glans was to be kept uncovered at all 
times, and that the hand not in action was meanwhile continually to be 
employed exciting the adjacent areas, this in keeping with the particular 
fancy of the patient. 
    The financier's proposal pleased everyone; Duclos was informed, she 
accepted her appointment, and that same day she set up a frigging dummy 
upon which, in their spare time, the little girls could exercise their 
wrists and maintain the necessary degrees of agility and suppleness. 
Hercule was given the same instructorship in the boys' chamber; they being, 
as always, more skilled in this technique than the girls, because in the 
case of boys it is merely a question of doing for others what they do unto 
themselves, a week was ample time to turn them into the most delicious 
corps of friggers you could ever hope to meet with. On this particular 
morning, not one of them was found at fault, and Narcisse's behavior of the 
previous day having brought about the refusal of all permissions, the 
chapel was empty save for Duclos, a pair of fuckers, Julie, Therèse, 
Cupidon, and Zelmire. Curval was stiff as a ramrod, Adonis had inspired an 
astonishingly high temperature in him when, that morning, he had visited 
the boys, and it was generally thought he would erupt while watching 
Therèse and the two fuckers manage their affairs; but he kept a grip upon 
himself. 
    The midday meal was the usual affair, but the President, having drunk a 
singular amount and frolicked about even more while eating, became inflamed 
all over again when coffee was served by Augustine and Michette, Zelamir 
and Cupidon, directed by old Fanchon, whom out of whimsy they had commanded 
to be as naked as the children. From this contrast Curval's new lubricious 
furor was born, and he gave himself over to some choice extravagances at 
the expense of Zelamir and the duenna; this riotous conduct finally cost 
him his fuck. 
    The Duc, pike aloft, closed in upon Augustine; he brayed, he swore, he 
waxed unreasonable, and the poor little thing, all atremble, retreated like 
a dove before the bird of prey ready to pounce upon it. He limited himself, 
however, to a few libertine kisses, and was content to give her an 
introductory lesson in advance of the ones she was to begin the following 
morning. The two others, less animated, having already started their naps, 
our two champions imitated them, and the quartet did not wake until six 
o'clock, the hour when the storytelling began in the throne room. 
    All the previous day's quatrains had been altered with respect to both 
subjects and dress, and our friends had these couch companions: the Duc 
shared his niche with Aline, the Bishop's daughter and consequently his own 
niece; beside the Bishop lay his sister-in-law, Constance, the Duc's wife 
and Durcet's daughter; Durcet was with Julie, the Duc's daughter, the 
President's wife; that he might be roused from sleep and roused to more, 
Curval had with him Adelaide, Durcet's wife, one of the creatures in this 
world it gave him the greatest pleasure to tease because of her virtue and 
her piety. He opened up with a few scurrile jests and low pranks, and 
having ordered her throughout the seance to maintain a posture that sorted 
well with his tastes, but which the poor woman found very tiresome to 
maintain, he threatened her with all his anger might produce were she to 
budge or give him a moment's inconvenience. Everything being ready, Duclos 
ascended the platform and resumed her narration in this wise: 
    Three days having elapsed since my mother had appeared at the house, 
her husband, far more uneasy about his belongings and his money than about 
her, took it into his head to enter her room, where it was their custom to 
hide their most precious possessions; and what was his astonishment when, 
instead of what he was seeking, he found nothing but a note, written by my 
mother, advising him to make the best of his loss because, having decided 
to leave him forever, and having no money of her own, she had been forced 
to take all she had been able to make off with. As for the rest, he was to 
blame himself and his hard use of her for her departure and for her having 
left him with two daughters who were, however, certainly worth as much as 
and possibly more than what she had removed. But the old gaffer was far 
from judging equal what now he had and what he had just lost, and the 
dismissal he graciously gave us, together with the request we not even 
sleep in the house that night, was convincing evidence some discrepancy 
existed between his way of reckoning and my mother's. 
    Not much afflicted by a compliment which gave us full liberty to launch 
forth unimpeded into the little mode of life that was beginning to please 
us so much, my sister and I thought only to collect our few belongings and 
to bid as swift a farewell to our dear stepfather as he had seen fit to bid 
us. Without the loss of a minute, we withdrew, and while waiting to decide 
how best to come to grips with our new destinies, we took lodgings in a 
small room in the neighborhood. Our first thoughts turned to what might be 
our mother's fate and whereabouts; we had not the least doubt but that she 
had gone to the monastery, having decided to live secretly with some 
father, or that she was being kept somewhere in the vicinity, and this was 
the opinion we held, without being unduly concerned, when a friar from the 
monastery brought us a note that bore out our conjectures. The substance of 
the note was that we would be very well advised, immediately night had 
fallen, to come to the monastery and speak to the Father Superior, who was 
the note's author; he would wait for us in the church until ten o'clock and 
would lead us to the place presently occupied by our mother, whose actual 
happiness and peace he would gladly have us share. He very energetically 
urged us not to fail to come, and above all to conceal our movements with 
all possible care; for it was essential our stepfather know nothing of what 
was being done in behalf of both our mother and ourselves. My sister, 
fifteen years old at the time and hence more clever and more reasonable 
than I, who was but nine, after having dismissed the bearer of the letter 
and given him the reply that she would ponder its contents, admitted she 
found all these maneuvers very peculiar indeed. 
    "Francon," says she, "let's not go. There's something wrong with it. If 
this were an honest proposal, why wouldn't Mother have either added a few 
words or made some kind of sign. Father Adrien, her best friend, left there 
almost three years ago, and since then she's only dropped in at the 
monastery while passing by, and hasn't had any other regular intrigue 
there. What would have led her to choose this place for hiding? The Father 
Superior isn't her lover and never has been. I know, it's true she has 
amused him two or three times, but he's not the man to lose his head over a 
woman for that slender reason: he's even more inconstant and brutal to 
women once his caprice is satisfied. And so why would he have taken such an 
interest in our mother? There's something queer about it, I tell you. I 
never liked that old Superior; he's wicked and harsh, and he's a brute. 
Once he got me into his room, there were three more of them there, and 
after what happened to me then I swore I'd never set foot in the place 
again. If you take my advice, you'll leave all those nasty monks alone. 
There's no reason why I shouldn't tell you so now, Francon, I have an 
acquaintance, a good friend, I dare say; her name is Madame Guerin, I've 
been going to her place for the past two years, and in all that time not 
one week has gone by without her arranging something nice for me. But none 
of those six-penny fucks like the ones at the monastery; I get at least 
three crowns from every one. Here, there's proof of it," my sister 
continued, showing me a purse containing more than ten louis, "you can see 
I'm able to make my own way in the world. Well, my advice to you is to do 
what I do. Guerin will take you on, I'm sure of it, she got a glimpse of 
you a week ago when she came to fetch me for a party, and she told me to 
make you a proposal, and she said that, young as you are, she'd always find 
some way of placing you. Do like me, I tell you, and we'll be well off in 
no time. Now, that's all I've got to say to you; I'll pay your expenses for 
tonight, but from then on don't count on me, little sister. Each for 
himself in this world. That's what I say. I've earned that money with my 
body and my fingers, do the same yourself. And if you have any qualms, go 
talk it over with the devil, but don't come looking for me; well, I've told 
what I think, and I'll tell you now that I'd sooner stick my tongue two 
feet out than give you even a glass of water for nothing. As for Mother, I 
don't care what's happened to her, as a matter of fact, even if it's the 
worst I'm perfectly delighted, and all I hope is that the whore is far 
enough away so I'll never see her again for the rest of my life. I know all 
the things she did to prevent me from getting anywhere in the trade, and 
all the while she was giving me that fine advice, the bitch was doing 
things three times worse. So, may the devil take her and above all not 
bring her back, that's all I care." 
    Not having, to tell you the truth, a heart more tender, nor a soul much 
more generous than my sister's, it was in all good faith I echoed the 
invectives wherewith she pilloried that excellent mother, and thanking my 
sister for the helpful words she promised to speak in my behalf, I in my 
turn promised to follow her to this woman's house and, once I had been 
adopted, to put an end to my reliance on her. As for refusing to go to the 
monastery, we were fully agreed. 
    "If indeed she is happy, so much the better for her," I commented, "and 
in that case we can look out for our own welfare without having to go and 
submit to the same fate. And if it is a trap they're setting for us, we've 
got to avoid it." 
    Whereupon my sister embraced me. 
    "Splendid," said she, "I see you're a good girl. Don't worry, we're 
going to make a fortune. I'm pretty, so are you; we'll earn as much as we 
want, my chit, but don't become attached to anyone, remember that. One 
today, another tomorrow, you've got to be a whore, a whore in body and 
soul. As for myself," she went on, "I'm one now, such as you see me, and 
there isn't any confessional, or priest, or counsel, or threat that could 
ruin things for me. By Jesus, I'd go show my ass on the sidewalk as calmly 
and coolly as I'd drink a glass of wine. Imitate me, Francon, be amenable 
and you can get anything out of men; the trade's a little hard in the 
beginning, but you'll get along and things get better. So many men, so many 
tastes. At first you've got to expect it, one of them wants one thing, 
another wants something else. But that doesn't matter, you're there to 
please and give them service; the customer is always right. It doesn't take 
long, and then the money's in your pocket." 
    I admit I was amazed to hear such wild remarks from a girl so young, 
who had always seemed to me so decent. But as my heart beat in harmony with 
the spirits of what she said, I let her know at once that I was not only 
disposed to duplicate all her actions, but even prepared to go a great deal 
further if necessary. Delighted with me, she fell to embracing me again, 
and as it was growing late, we sent out for a chicken and some good wine 
and supped and slept together, having decided to present ourselves the very 
next morning at the establishment of Madame Guerin and to ask her to 
include us amongst her pensionnaires. 
     It was during that supper my sister taught me all I still did not know 
about libertinage. She showed herself naked to me, and I can warrant that 
she was one of the prettiest creatures there was in Paris at the time: the 
fairest of skin, the most agreeable plumpness, yet the most supple and 
intriguing figure, the loveliest blue eyes, and all the rest 
correspondingly fine. I also learned for how long Guerin had been promoting 
her interests, and with what great pleasure she procured her clients who, 
never tired of her, asked for her constantly. No sooner were we in bed than 
it occurred to us we had managed very badly in failing to give the Father 
Superior a reply, for our negligence might annoy him, and while we remained 
in this quarter of town it was important to humor him at least. But what 
was to be done? Eleven o'clock had struck; we resolved to let things take 
their course. 
     The adventure probably meant a great deal to the Superior, we 
supposed, and hence it was not difficult to surmise that he was laboring 
more in his own behalf than in that of the alleged happiness he had 
mentioned in his communication; at any rate, midnight had just sounded when 
we heard a soft knocking at our door. It was the Superior himself; he had 
been waiting for us, said he, since two in the afternoon, we should at 
least have given him a response, and, seating himself at our bedside, he 
informed us that our mother had decided to spend the rest of her days in a 
little secret apartment they had at the monastery and in which she was 
having the world's most cheerful time, improved by the company of all the 
house's bigwigs who would drop in to spend half the day with her and with 
another young woman, our mother's companion; it was simply up to us to come 
and increase the number, but, in that we were a little too young to stay on 
permanently, he would only contract us to a three-year's stint, at the end 
of which he swore we would be granted our freedom and a thousand crowns 
apiece; he added that he had been charged by our mother to assure us that 
we would be doing her a great kindness were we to come to share her 
solitude. 
    "Father," my sister said most imprudently, "we thank you for your 
proposal. But at our age we have no inclination to have ourselves locked up 
in a cloister in order to be whores for priests, we've had enough of that 
already." 
    The Superior renewed his arguments, he spoke with a heat and energy 
which illustrated his powerful desire to have the thing succeed; finally 
observing that it was destined to fail, he hurled himself almost in a fury 
upon my sister. 
    "Very well, little whore," he cried, "at least satisfy me once again 
before I take my leave." 
     And unbuttoning his breeches, he got astride her; she offered no 
resistance, persuaded that by allowing him to have his way she'd be rid of 
him all the sooner. And the smutty fellow, pinning her between his knees, 
began to brandish and then to abuse a tough and rather stout engine, 
advancing it to within a quarter of an inch of my sister's face. 
    "Pretty face," he gasped, "pretty little whore's face, how I'll soak it 
in my fuck, by sweet Jesus!" 
    And therewith the sluices opened, the sperm flew out, and the entirety 
of my sister's face, especially her nose and mouth, were covered with 
evidence of our visitor's libertinage, whose passion might not have been so 
cheaply satisfied had his design in coming to us met with success. More 
complacent now, the man of God's only thoughts were of escape; after having 
flung a crown upon the table and relit his lantern: 
    "You little fools, you are little tramps," he told us. "You are ruining 
your chances in this world; may Heaven punish your folly by causing you to 
fall on evil days, and may I have the pleasure of seeing you in misery; 
that would be my revenge, that is what I wish you." 
    My sister, busy wiping her face, paid him back his stupidities in kind, 
and, our door shutting behind the Superior, we spent the remainder of the 
night in peace. 
    "You've just seen one of his favorite stunts," said my sister. "He's 
mad about discharging in girls' faces. If he only confined himself to 
that... but the scoundrel has a good many other eccentricities, and some of 
them are so dangerous that I do indeed fear..." 
    But my sister was sleepy, she dozed off without completing her 
sentence, and the morrow bringing fresh adventures with it, we gave no more 
thought to that one. 
    We were up early; having prettied ourselves as much as possible, we set 
out for Madame Guerin's. That heroine lived in the rue Soli, in a very neat 
ground-floor apartment she shared with six tall young ladies between the 
ages of sixteen and twenty-two, all in splendid health, all very pretty. 
But, Messieurs, you will be so kind as to allow me to postpone giving their 
descriptions until the proper moment in my story arrives. Delighted by the 
project which brought my sister to her for a long stay, Madame Guerin 
greeted us cordially and with the greatest pleasure showed us our rooms. 
    "Young as you may find this child to be," my sister said as she 
introduced me, "she will serve you well, I guarantee it. She is mild-
tempered, thoughtful, has a very good character, and the soul of a 
thoroughgoing whore. You must have a number of old lechers amongst your 
acquaintances who are fond of children; well this is just what they're 
looking for... put her to work." 
    Turning in my direction, Guerin asked me if I was willing to undertake 
anything. 
     "Yes, Madame," I answered with something of an indignant air, and it 
pleased her, "anything provided it pays." 
     We were introduced to our new companions, who already knew my sister 
very well and our of friendship for her promised to look after me. We all 
sat down to dine together, and such, in a few words, Messieurs, was how I 
became installed in my first brothel. 
     I was not to remain long unemployed; that same evening, an old 
businessman arrived wrapped up in a cloak; Guerin selected him for my first 
customer and arranged the match. 
     "Ah, this time," said she to the old libertine, leading me forth, "if 
it's still hairless you like them, Monsieur Duclos, you'll be delighted 
with the article, or your money back. Not a hair on her body." 
     "Indeed," said the old original, peering down at me, "it looks like a 
child, yes indeed. How old are you, little one?" 
     "Nine, Monsieur." 
     "Nine years old! ... Well, well! that's how I like them, Madame 
Guerin, that's how I like them, you know. I'd take them even younger if you 
had any around. Why, bless my soul, they're ready as soon as they're 
weaned." 
     And laughing good-naturedly at his remarks, Guerin withdrew, leaving 
us alone together. Then the old libertine came up and kissed me upon the 
mouth two or three times. With one of his hands guiding mine, he had me 
pull from his fly a little device that could not have been more limp; 
continuing to act more or less in silence, he untied my skirts, lay me upon 
the couch with my blouse raised high upon my chest, mounted astride my 
thighs which he had separated as far as possible; with one hand he pried 
open my little cunt while the other put all his strength into manipulating 
his meager machine. "Ah, pretty little bird," he said as he agitated 
himself and emitted sighs of pleasure, "ah, how I'd tame you if I were 
still able to, but I can't anymore. There's no remedy for it, in four 
year's time this bugger of a prick will have ceased to get stiff. Open up, 
open up, my dearest, spread your legs." And finally after fifteen minutes 
of struggle, I observed my man to sigh and pant with greater energy. A few 
oaths lent strength to his expression, and I felt the area surrounding my 
cunt inundated with the hot, scummy seed which the rascal, unable to shoot 
it inside, was attempting to tamp down with his fingertips. 
     He had no sooner done so than he was gone like a flash of lightning, 
and I was still cleaning myself when my gallant passed out on the door and 
into the street. And so it was I came, Messieurs, to be named Duclos; the 
tradition in this house was for each girl to adopt the name of her 
firstcomer. I obeyed the custom. 
     "One moment there," said the Duc. "I delayed interrupting you until 
you came to a pause; you are at one now. Would you provide further 
information upon two matters: first, have you ever had any news of your 
mother, have you ever discovered what became of her? Secondly, was there 
any cause for the antipathy you and your sister had for her, or would you 
say these feelings were naturally inculcate in you both? This relates to 
the problem of the human heart, and 'tis upon that we are concentrating our 
major efforts." 
     "My Lord," Duclos replied, "neither my sister nor I have ever heard 
the slightest word from that woman." 
     "Excellent," said the Duc, "in that case it's all very clear, wouldn't 
you say so, Durcet?" 
     "Incontestably," answered the banker. "Not a shadow of a doubt, and 
you are very fortunate you did not put your foot in that one. Neither of 
you would ever have got out." 
     "'Tis incredible," Curval commented, "what headway that mania has made 
with public." 
     "Why, no; after all, there's nothing more delicious," the Bishop 
replied. 
     "And the second point?" asked the Duc, addressing the storyteller. 
     "As for the second point, my Lord, that is to say, as for the reason 
for our antipathy, I'm afraid I should be hard pressed to account for it, 
but it was so violent in our two hearts that we both made the avowal that 
we would in all probability and very easily have poisoned her had we not 
managed, as it turned out, to be rid of her by other means. Our aversion 
had reached the ultimate degree of intensity, and as nothing overt occurred 
to give rise to it, I should judge it most likely that this sentiment was 
inspired in us by Nature." 
     "What doubt of it can there be?" said the Duc. "It happens every day 
that she implants the most violent inclination to commit what mortals call 
crimes, and had you poisoned her twenty times over, this act would never 
have been anything but the result of the penchant for crime Nature put in 
you, a penchant she wishes to draw your attention by endowing you with such 
a powerful hostility. It is madness to suppose one owes something to one's 
mother. And upon what, then, would gratitude be based? is one to be 
thankful that she discharged when someone once fucked her? That would 
suffice, to be sure. As for myself, I see therein naught but grounds for 
hatred and scorn. Does that mother of ours give us happiness in giving us 
life? ...Hardly. She casts us into a world beset with dangers, and once in 
it, 'tis for us to manage as best we can. I distinctly recall that, long 
ago, I had a mother who aroused in me much the same sentiments Duclos felt 
for hers: I abhorred her. As soon as I was in a position to do so, I 
dispatched her into the next world; may she roast there; never in my life 
have I tasted a keener delight than the one I knew when she closed her eyes 
for the last time." 
     At this point dreadful sobs were heard to come from one of the 
quatrains. It proved to be the Duc's; upon closer examination it was 
discovered that young Sophie had burst into tears. Provided with a heart 
unlike those villains', their conversation had brought to mind the 
cherished memory of her who had given her life, and who had perished in an 
effort to protect her while she was being abducted; this cruel vision 
offered itself to her tender imagination, a flood of tears ensued. 
     "Ah, by God, now!" said the Duc, "that's splendid. It's for mama 
you're crying, is it, my little snotface? Come here, come along, let me 
comfort you." 
     And the libertine, warmed by what had been happening, by these words 
of his, and by the effects they produced, displayed a thunderous prick 
which was apparently speeding toward a discharge. Marie, the quatrain's 
duenna, led the child forward all the same. Her tears flowed abundantly 
down her cheeks, the novice's dress she was wearing that day seemed to lend 
yet more charm to the sorrow which embellished her looks: it was impossible 
for a creature to be lovelier. 
     "By the Holy Bugger," quoth the Duc, springing up like one gone out of 
his mind, "what a pretty mouthful we have here. I'm going to do what Duclos 
has just described... smear some fuck on her cunt... Undress her." 
     And everyone silently awaited the issue of this little skirmish. 
     "Oh! my Lord, my Lord!" cried Sophie, casting herself at the Duc's 
feet, "at least respect my sorrow, I groan for my mother's fate, she was 
dear to me, she died defending me, I shall never see her again. Have pity 
upon my tears, grant me this one evening of respite." 
     "Why, fuck my eyes!" the Duc exclaimed, fondling his heaventhreatening 
prick, "I'd never have believed this scene could be so voluptuous. Off with 
her clothes, I tell you to take them off," he roared at Marie, "she should 
already be naked." 
     And Aline, lying upon the Duc's couch, shed warm tears, so did 
Adelaide, who was heard to utter a moan in Curval's alcove; the latter, in 
no wise partaking of that lovely creature's grief, violently scolded his 
playmate for having shifted from the position he had commanded her to keep, 
and, that done, turned an appreciative gaze upon the delicious scene whose 
outcome interested him exceedingly. 
     Sophie's clothes are removed without the faintest regard for her 
feelings, she is placed in the posture Duclos has just described, the Duc 
announces that he is about to discharge. But how is the thing to be done? 
What Duclos has just related had been performed by a man virtually 
incapable of an erection, and he had been able to direct his flabby prick's 
discharge wherever he wished. Such was not the case here: the threatful 
head of the Duc's engine had not the least inclination to lower the awful 
stare whereby it seemed bent on cowing heaven; it appeared necessary, so to 
speak, to place the child on high. No one knew what to do, and the more 
obstacles were encountered, the more the enraged Duc fumed and blasphemed. 
Desgranges finally came to the rescue; nothing that pertained to 
libertinage was unknown to that sage old dame. She caught up the child and 
set her so skillfully upon her knees that, whatever the stance the Duc 
might adopt, the end of his prick was sure to nudge her vagina. Two 
servants came up to hold Sophie's legs, and had it been her deflowering 
hour, never might she have displayed the merchandise to better advantage. 
But there was yet more to attend to: a clever hand was needed to cause the 
torrent to leap its banks and to direct the flood fairly to its 
destination. Blangis had no desire to entrust so important a matter to an 
untutored child. 
     "Take Julie," Durcet suggested, "she'll suit you; she's beginning to 
frig like an angel." 
     "Bah," muttered the Duc, "I know the clumsy bitch. And she knows her 
father. No, she'd be panic-stricken, she'd fumble it." 
     "Upon my soul, I do recommend a boy for the job," said Curval; "why 
not Hercule? His wrist is like a whip." 
     "I won't have anyone but Duclos," the Duc answered, "she's the best of 
our friggers, allow her to quit her post for a moment or two." 
     Duclos steps forward, beaming with pride to have been accorded so 
distinguished a preference. She rolls her sleeve to the elbow and grasps 
the nobleman's enormous instrument, she sets to rattling that spear, keeps 
the foreskin snapped broadly back, she moves it with such art, she agitates 
it by means of strokes so swift and simultaneously so perfectly attuned to 
the state she observes her patient to be in, that the bomb finally explodes 
upon the very hole it is to cover, inundating it. The Duc shrieks, swears, 
storms. Duclos is disconcerted not in the least, she gauges her movements 
by the degree of pleasure they produce. Antinoüs, properly situated for 
this function, delicately works the sperm into the vagina as proportionally 
it flows from the spigot, and the Duc, vanquished by the most delicious 
sensations, dying from joy, sees grow gradually slack, between his 
frigger's fingers, that high-spirited, mettlesome member whose ardor has 
just been so powerfully communicated to the rest of himself. He flings 
himself back upon his sofa, Duclos strides back to her throne, the child 
wipes herself, is consoled, and regains her quatrain, and the recital 
continues, leaving the spectators convinced of a truth wherewith, I 
believe, they have already been penetrated for a long time: that the idea 
of crime is able always to ignite the senses and lead us to lubricity. 
    I was greatly surprised, said Duclos, taking up the thread of her 
narrative, to see all my companions laugh when I returned, and ask me if I 
had wiped myself, and say a thousand other things which proved they knew 
perfectly well what had just happened. I was not long left in my quandary; 
leading me into a room adjacent to the one in which the parties ordinarily 
took place and in which a short while before I had been at work, my sister 
showed me a hole to see everything that transpired there. She told me that 
the young ladies found it diverting to watch what men did to their 
colleagues; I could come and do some spying whenever I wished, provided 
there was not someone already at the hole. For it not infrequently 
occurred, said she, that this respectable hole had a part in mysteries 
which would be disclosed to me later on. The week was not out before I took 
advantage of my opportunities: one morning someone came and asked for a 
girl named Rosalie, one of the most lovely blondes it were possible to 
behold; I was curious to see what was to be done to her. I hid myself and 
witnessed the following scene. 
    The man with whom she had to cope was no older than twenty-six or 
thirty. Immediately she entered, he had her sit down on a very high stool 
used especially for this ceremony. As soon as she was settled, he removed 
all her combs and hairpins and down all the way to the floor floated in a 
cloud the superb golden hair that adorned Rosalie's head. He drew a comb 
from his pocket, combed her hair, took handfuls of it, tangled it, kissed 
it, everything he did was accompanied by remarks praising the beauty of 
that hair in which he took such a keen and exclusive interest. At last, 
from out of his trousers he pulled a smart little prick, already quite 
stiff, and he promptly enveloped it in his Dulcinea's hair; once well 
wrapped, he began to fondle his dart and discharged, at the same time 
passing his other arm around Rosalie's neck and applying his lips to her 
mouth. He extricated his defunct engine, I saw that my companion's hair was 
matted with glistening fuck; she cleaned it, put it up again, and our 
lovers separated. 
    A month later, someone came in quest of my sister; this personage, I 
was told by the others, merited observing, for he had a most baroque 
specialty. He was a man of about fifty. Straightway he entered, without any 
preamble, without a caress, he exhibited his behind to my sister, who knew 
her part to perfection; he has her take her place on the bed, he backs 
toward her, she seizes that flaccid and wrinkled old ass, drives her five 
fingers into the orifice, and begins to struggle and battle and worry it 
with such force the bed creaks. Be that as it may, without bringing 
anything else to light, our man wriggles, twitches, follows my sister's 
movements, lends himself luxuriously to this fearful abuse, cries he is 
coming, comes, and affirms this is the greatest of all pleasures. He had 
indeed taken a furious buffeting, my sister was in a sweat; but what mild 
stuff! what lack of imagination! 
    Although the gentleman with whom I had to do not long afterward was 
hardly more difficult to satisfy, he at least seemed more voluptuous and, 
in my view, his mania had more of the libertine tincture. He was a heavy-
set man of about forty-five, short, sturdy, but energetic and hearty. Never 
having met a person with his predilection, my first act, as soon as we were 
alone together, was to hoist my skirts to the navel: a dog confronted by a 
hickory stick could not have looked more unhappy: "Good God, dearie, let's 
not have any of your cunt, please put it away." So saying, he snatched down 
my skirts even more hastily than I had raised them. "These poor little 
whores," he mumbled, screwing up his face in a pout, "never have anything 
but cunts to show you. I may not be able to discharge this evening, thanks 
to that exhibition... unless I can succeed in getting the accursed image of 
that cunt out of my head." Whereupon he turned me about and methodically 
raised my petticoats from behind. Guiding me himself, and keeping my skirts 
raised at all times, he moved me about in order to observe how my buttocks 
bounced when I walked, and then he had me approach the bed, upon which he 
had me lie belly down. Next, with the most scrupulous attention he examined 
my ass, with one hand screening his eyes to avoid any glimpse of my cunt 
whereof, it appeared, he was in mortal terror. At last, having warned me to 
do all in my power to conceal that unworthy (I employ his expression) part 
from his sight, he brought both hands to bear on my ass and manipulated it 
lewdly and at length: he opened it, he closed it again, spread and squeezed 
it, sometimes he applied his mouth to it, and once or twice I even felt him 
press his lips to the hole; but he still had not touched himself, nothing 
could be discerned. None the less, he must have felt hidden pressures mount 
and readied himself for the denouement of his little ritual. "Lie down," he 
told me, tossing a few pillows on the floor, "yes, down there, that's it, 
that will do... with your legs well spread, the ass a shade higher, and the 
hole stretched as wide open as it will go; come now, wider still," he 
continued, noticing my docility. And then, taking a stool and placing it 
between my legs, he sat down in such a way that his prick, which he now 
dragged from his breeches and began to vibrate, was as it were at a level 
with the hole upon which he was to offer a libation. His movements now grew 
more rapid, with one hand he frigged himself, with the other he separated 
my buttocks, and a few adulatory commendations seasoned with a quantity of 
hard language constituted his speech. "Ah, bugger the Almighty, here 'tis, 
the lovely ass," he cried, "the sweet little hole, and how I'm going to wet 
it." He kept his word. I felt myself soaked; his ecstasy seemed to 
annihilate the libertine. Ah, how true it is that the homage rendered at 
this temple is always more ardent than the incense which is burned at the 
other; and my worshipper left after promising to return to see me again, 
for he averred I satisfied his desires very well. He did indeed come back 
the next day, but was untrue to me, his inconstancy led him to my sister's 
asshole; I observed them, saw everything: every aspect of the rite was 
absolutely the same, and my sister lent herself to it with the same good 
will. 
    "Did your sister have a handsome ass?" Durcet inquired. 
    "You may judge by one fact, my Lord," Duclos replied. "A famous painter 
commissioned to do a Venus with a magnificent behind asked her the 
following year to be his model after having, he said, consulted every 
procuress in Paris without finding anything to equal her." 
    "Well now, since she was fifteen and since we have a few girls of the 
same age here, compare her ass," the financier continued, "with some of the 
asses you see in this room." 
    Duclos' eyes came to rest upon Zelmire, and she told Durcet that it 
would be impossible, not only with respect to the ass, but even with 
respect to the face, to find anyone who bore a closer resemblance to her 
sister. 
    "In that case," said Durcet, "come here, Zelmire, present your cheeks." 
    She did indeed belong to his quatrain; the charming girl approached all 
atremble. She was placed at the foot of the couch, made to lie upon her 
belly, her rump was raised by means of cushions, the little hole was in 
plain sight. The lecher's prick begins to rise, he falls to kissing and 
fondling what lies under his nose. He orders Julie to frig him, she sets to 
work, his hands stray hither and yon, snatching at divers objects, lust 
heats his brain, under Julie's voluptuous treatment his little prick looks 
as if it were about to stiffen, the lecher swears, the fuck flows, and the 
bell sounds for dinner. 
    As the same profusion reigned at every meal, to have described one is 
to have described them all; but as almost everyone had discharged, there 
was a general need to recuperate strength, and therefore the friends drank 
a great deal at this supper. Zelmire, to whom they gave the sobriquet of 
Duclos' sister, was to an uncommon degree regaled during the subsequent 
orgies, and everyone simply had to kiss her ass. The Bishop left a puddle 
of fuck thereon, the three others restiffened over it, and they went to bed 
as they had the night before, that is to say, each with the wife he had had 
upon his couch, and with one of the four fuckers who had not appeared since 
the midday meal. 




THE THIRD DAY
    The Duc was abroad at nine o'clock. 'Twas he who volunteered to be the 
first to lend a hand in the lessons Duclos was to administer to the little 
girls. He installed himself in an armchair and for one long hour submitted 
to various fondlings, masturbations, pollutions, and to a wide variety of 
tricks performed by each of those little ones who, throughout it all, were 
guided and supervised by their mistress; and as may be readily imagined, 
his spirited temperament was furiously aroused by the ceremony. He was 
obliged to make unbelievable efforts to preserve his fuck from loss, but, 
more or less in control of himself, he managed to contain himself and 
returned to his friends in triumph, boasting that he'd just weathered an 
assault he defied any one of them to beat off as phlegmatically. That 
brought on considerable wagering, the stakes were high, a fine of fifty 
louis was ultimately imposed upon whoever discharged during the lessons. 
    Instead of taking breakfast and conducting searches, this morning was 
employed in drawing up a program for the seventeen orgies planned for the 
end of each week, in this way definitively to fix the dates of the 
deflowerings now that, after having become better acquainted with the 
subjects than they had been previously, they were able to pass legislation. 
In that this timetable in the most decisive manner regulated all the 
operations to be executed during the campaign, we have deemed it necessary 
to provide the reader with a copy: it seems to us that, once he has perused 
it and familiarized himself with the subjects' several destinies, he will 
be able to take a keener interest in their individual persons. 
SCHEDULE OF WORKS TO BE ACCOMPLISHED 
DURING THE REMAINDER OF THE PARTY
    On the 7th of November, at which time the first week will have drawn a 
close, Messieurs shall proceed in the morning to the marriage of Michette 
and Giton, and those two wedded individuals, whose age forbids them from 
conjoining, as is true in the cases of three following couples, shall be 
separated on their marriage night, for to closet them together would be as 
futile as this ridiculous ceremony which will serve only to create 
diversion during the day. That same evening, punishments which have 
accumulated and been entered on the list kept by the month's presiding 
officer shall be meted out. 
    On the 14th, Messieurs shall in the same way effect the marriage of 
Narcisse and Hebe, with the same clauses as those cited above. 
    On the 21st, in the same way, Colombe and Zelamir shall be married. 
    On the 28th, Cupidon and Rosette. 
    On the 4th of December, Champville's narrations having prepared the way 
for the following enterprises, the Duc shall deflower Fanny. 
    On the 5th, the said Fanny shall be wedded to Hyacinthe who, in the 
presence of the company assembled, shall take his pleasure with his young 
wife. In such will consist the fifth week's festival, and the corrections 
shall take place in the evening as usual, because the marriages shall be 
celebrated in the morning. 
    On the 8th, Curval shall deflower Michette. 
    On the 11th, the Duc shall deflower Sophie. 
    On the 12th, to celebrate the sixth week's festival, Sophie shall be 
married to Celadon, and the clauses cited for the above-mentioned marriage 
shall be made to apply to this one; this shall not be repeated for those to 
follow. 
    On the 15th, Curval shall deflower Hebe. 
    On the 18th, the Duc shall deflower Zelmire, and on the 19th, in order 
to celebrate the seventh week's festival, Adonis shall marry Zelmire. 
    On the 20th, Curval shall deflower Colombe. 
    On the 25th, Christmas Day, the Duc shall deflower Augustine, and on 
the 26th, for the eighth week's festival, Zephyr shall marry Augustine. 
    On the 29th, Curval shall deflower Rosette, and all the foregoing 
arrangements have been made to insure that Curval, less well membered than 
the Duc, be provided with more youthful girls. 
    On the 1st of January, the first day of the year and one upon which 
Martaine's newly begun narration will influence imaginations to consider 
new pleasures, the sodomistic deflorations shall be inaugurated, and shall 
proceed in the following order: 
    On the 1st of January, the Duc shall sound Hebe's ass. 
    On the 2nd, in celebration of the ninth week, Hebe, having been plumbed 
fore by Curval, from behind by the Duc, shall be turned over to Hercule, 
who, before the company assembled, shall employ her for purposes to be 
specified upon the occasion. 
    On the 4th, Curval shall embugger Zelamir. 
    On the 6th, the Duc shall embugger Michette; on the 9th, in celebration 
of the tenth week's festival, the said Michette, who will have been 
deflowered fore by Curval, and whose ass will have been tried by the Duc, 
shall be turned over to Bum-Cleaver, that he may enjoy her, etc., etc. 
    On the 11th, the Bishop shall sodomize Cupidon. 
    On the 13th, Curval shall sodomize Zelmire. 
    On the 15th, the Bishop shall sodomize Colombe. 
    On the 16th, for the eleventh week's festival, Colombe, whose cunt will 
have been deflowered by Curval, her ass by the Bishop, shall be turned over 
to Antinoüs, who shall enjoy her, etc. 
    On the 17th, the Duc shall embugger Giton. 
    On the 19th, Curval shall embugger Sophie. 
    On the 21st, the Bishop shall embugger Narcisse. 
    On the 22nd, the Duc shall embugger Rosette. 
    On the 23rd, for the twelfth week's festival, Rosette shall be turned 
over to Invictus. 
    On the 25th, Curval shall march into Augustine's behind. 
    On the 28th, the Bishop shall enter Fanny's. 
    On the 30th, for the thirteenth week's festival, the Duc shall take 
Hercule for his husband and Zephyr for his wife, and the marriage shall be 
both accomplished and consummated before the eyes of everyone, as shall be 
the three others which follow. 
    On the 6th of February, for the fourteenth week's festival, Bum-Cleaver 
shall become Curval's husband, Adonis his wife. 
    On the 13th of February, for the fifteenth week's festival, Antinoüs 
shall be made husband to the Bishop, to him shall Celadon be made a wife. 
    On the 20th of February, for the sixteenth week's festival, Invictus 
shall as a husband be wedded to Durcet, Hyacinthe as a wife. 
    As for the festival of the seventeeth week, due to fall on the 27th of 
February, upon the eve of the narrations' conclusion, it shall be 
celebrated by sacrifices for which Messieurs reserve themselves in petto 
the choice of victims. 
    These arrangements provide for the obliteration of all maidenheads by 
the 30th of January, with the exception of those of the four young boys 
whom Messieurs are to marry as wives, and whom they are eager to preserve 
intact until their weddings, in order that their amusement be made to last 
until the end of the party. 
    As the objects are progressively depucelated, they shall the place of 
the wives upon the couches at storytelling time, and, at nighttime, they 
shall lie with Messieurs, alternately, and at Messieurs' choice, together 
with the last four fairies Messieurs will take to themselves as wives 
during the final month. 
    From the moment a girl or a depucelated boy shall have replaced a wife 
upon the couch, the said wife shall be repudiated. From this moment onward, 
she shall be in general discredit, and shall be ranked lower than the 
servants. 
    With regard to Hebe, aged twelve, Michette, aged twelve, Colombe, aged 
thirteen, and Rosette, aged thirteen, as progressively they are surrendered 
to the fuckers and exercised by the latter, they too shall fall into 
discredit, shall henceforth be used for none but harsh and brutal purposes, 
shall rank with the repudiated wives, and shall be treated with utmost 
rigor. And as of the 24th of January, all four of them will have descended 
to the same inferior level. 
    This schedule affirms that unto the Duc shall fall nine celages: the 
first encuntments of Fanny, Sophie, Zelmire, Augustine, the original 
embuggeries of Hebe, Michette, Giton, Rosette, and Zephyr. 
    Unto Curval shall fall the cunt-pucelages of Michette, Hebe, Colombe, 
Rosette, the ass-pucelages of Zelamir, Zelmire, Sophie, Augustine, and 
Adonis, being in all nine deflorations. 
    Unto Durcet, who does not fuck at all, is reserved the ass-pucelage of 
Hyacinthe, who in the capacity of a wife shall be wedded to him. 
    And unto the Bishop, who fucks naught but asses, are reserved the 
sodomistical depucelations of Cupidon, of Colombe, of Narcisse, of Fanny, 
and of Celadon. 
    The entire day having been spent preparing this program and chatting 
about it, and no one having been found at fault, all went uneventfully 
ahead, the storytelling hour arrived; everyone took his place, the 
illustrious Duclos mounted the stage. She proceeded in this wise: 
    A young man, whose mania, although not in my opinion very libertine, is 
none the less curious enough, appeared at Madame Guerin's shortly after the 
adventure I spoke of yesterday. He had to have a young and healthy wet 
nurse; he suckled the good woman's teat and leaked his seed over her thighs 
while gorging himself on her milk. His prick struck me as paltry and mean, 
all his person rather puny, and his discharge was as mild as his 
proceedings were benign. 
    Another one appeared in the same room the next day; his mania will 
doubtless prove more entertaining to you. He insisted upon having his woman 
enveloped in a sheet so that her face and breast would be entirely hidden 
from him, the single part of her body he wanted to see, and which had to be 
of the highest degree of excellence, was her ass, all the rest meant 
nothing to him, and he assured Madame Guerin that a glimpse of anything 
else would anger him exceedingly. Guerin had a woman brought in from the 
outside: she was ugly to the point of bitterness and almost fifty years 
old, but her buttocks were molded like those of Venus, nothing more 
beautiful could ever bewitch one's gaze. 
    I was eager to see this operation; the old duenna, well wrapped up, was 
told at once to lie belly down on the edge of the bed. Our libertine, a man 
of about thirty and who seemed to me a gentleman of the cloth, lifts her 
skirts above her loins, is thrilled by what greets his eyes and flatters 
his tastes. He touches, he spreads this superb breech, showers passionate 
kisses upon it, and, his imagination fired by what he supposes rather than 
by what he would actually have seen had the woman been unveiled and even 
had she been attractive, he fancies he is holding commerce with Aphrodite 
herself, and at the end of a fairly brief career, his engine hardens thanks 
to the jerks and jolts, and unlooses a warm rain over the ensemble of the 
sublime ass exposed to his view. His discharge was sharp and impetuous. He 
was seated facing the adored idol; one of his hands opened it while with 
the other he polluted it, and he cried ten times in succession: "Ah, what a 
beautiful ass! Ah, what a delight to drown such an ass in fuck!" He rose 
when done, and left without indicating the least desire to find out with 
whom he had been dealing. 
    A young abbot called for my sister a short time afterward. He was 
youthful and handsome, but one could scarcely discern his prick, so minute 
and soft it was. He stretched his almost naked partner on a couch, knelt 
down between her thighs, supporting her buttocks with both hands, with one 
of them tickling the pretty little hole in her behind. Meanwhile, he 
conveyed his mouth to my sister's cunt. He tickled its clitoris with his 
tongue, and managed so cunningly, so harmoniously synchronized the two 
activities, that within the space of three minutes he had plunged her into 
a delirium; I saw her head toss about, her eyes begin to roll, and heard 
the rascal cry: "Ah, my dear Reverend Father, you're slaying me with 
pleasure!" 
    The abbot's custom was simply to swallow the liquid his libertine 
dexterity made flow; and this he did not now fail to do, shaking himself 
the while, agitating himself as he bore down upon my sister: I saw him 
spatter indubitable evidence of his virility upon the floor. My turn came 
the next day, and I believe I can assure you, Messieurs, that it was one of 
the sweetest operations to which in all my life I have ever been exposed: 
that scoundrel of an abbot had my first fruits, and it was into his mouth I 
shed my first fuck. More eager than my sister to give him pleasure in 
return for what he had caused me, I unthinkingly seized his drooping prick, 
and my little hand replied to what his mouth had made me feel with such 
delight. 
    The Duc could not prevent himself from interrupting at this point. To a 
remarkable degree excited by the pollutions he had undergone that same 
morning, he had an idea that this species of lubric sport executed with the 
fascinating Augustine, whose sparkling, roguish eyes announced the most 
precocious temperament, would deliver him of a charge of fuck that was 
stinging his balls in a dreadful way. She was a member of his quatrain, he 
found her likeable, she was destined to be deflowered by him, he summoned 
her. On this particular evening she had a kerchief tied round her head, was 
clad in peasant guise, and seemed charming beneath that costume. The duenna 
hoisted her skirts and established her in the posture Duclos had 
represented. The Duc first of all lay hands on her buttocks, knelt, brought 
a finger to the anus and lightly titillated its rim, seized up the clitoris 
this amiable child already had in considerable growth, and sucked it. The 
people of Languedoc are high-spirited, they say, and Augustine proved them 
right; fire leapt into her pretty eyes, she sighed and panted and moaned, 
her thighs rose mechanically, and the Duc was pleased to sip a gush of 
young fuck which in all likelihood had never flowed before. 
    But joy is seldom succeeded by joy. There are libertines so hardened in 
vice that the simpler, the more delicate and banal be the thing they do, 
the less effect it has upon their execrable minds. Of their number our 
beloved Duc was one, he swallowed that delicious child's sperm without his 
own contriving to flow; all present beheld the moment arrive, for no one is 
more illogical than a libertine, the moment appeared at hand, I say, when 
he would blame his unresponse upon the poor little wretch who, all a dither 
at having yielded to Nature, was hiding her face in her hands and 
struggling to get free and return to her place. 
    "Get me another one," thundered the Duc, casting furious glances at 
Augustine, "I'll suck every last one of them if that's required to lose my 
fuck." 
    Zelmire, the second girl in his quatrain, was brought to the fore, she 
too was the Duc's by escheat. Though equal in years to Augustine, the grief 
for her plight robbed her of the power to taste a pleasure which, who 
knows, had it not been for that, Nature might have allowed her to relish. 
Up rose her skirts, up above two little thighs whiter than alabaster, a 
chubby little mons veneris hove into view, it was upholstered by a fluffy 
down just beginning to appear. She is adjusted, obliged to yield, she obeys 
automatically, but sweat, strain, suck though he does, nothing happens to 
the Duc. Fifteen minutes of this and he rises in a fury, and, flinging 
himself into his closet with Hercule and Narcisse: 
    "Ah, by fuck!" he roars. "It's very clear to me that's not the game I'm 
hunting" - 'tis to the two little girls he alludes - "and that I'll only 
have a fair shot at this." 
    It is not known to what excesses he surrendered himself, but ere an 
instant had passed screams and shouts declared he had carried the day, and 
proved that boys are always the far more certain implements to a discharge 
than the most adorable girls. In the meantime, the Bishop had likewise 
enchambered himself with Giton, Zelamir, and Invictus, and the outbursts 
which accompanied his discharge having struck the assembly's ears, the two 
brothers, who had probably resorted to similar expedients, returned, more 
calmly to listen to the rest of the story our heroine took up again in 
these terms: 
    Nigh unto two years passed by during which time no one of particular 
interest arrived at Madame Guerin's; the gentleman who called either had 
tastes too ordinary to warrant description, or had tastes analogous to 
those I have already described; and then one day I was told to prepare 
myself, and above all to wash out my mouth. A heavy, thickset man of about 
fifty stood beside the mistress of the house. 
    "Well, there she is," said Madame. "She's only twelve, Monsieur, just 
as clean and tidy as if she'd come this morning out of her mother's belly, 
and you can take my word for that." 
    The customer inspects me, has me open my mouth, he examines my teeth, 
sniffs my breath, and evidently satisfied that all is in order, he goes 
with me into the sanctuary intended for pleasure. We sit down face to face 
and very near to one another. No one could be more solemn than my gallant 
nor more phlegmatic. He stares coldly at me, then appraises me with 
narrowed eyes, I have no idea where all this is leading when, finally 
breaking his silence, he bids me collect a mouthful of saliva. I obey, and 
as soon as he fancies my mouth must be full, he throws himself upon my 
neck, passionately puts his arm around my head, thereby immobilizing it, 
and gluing his lips to my mouth, he pumps, sucks, eagerly swallows all the 
bewitching fluid I have collected, and it seems enough to put him in an 
overwhelming ecstasy. He sucks my tongue into his mouth with identical 
fervor, and when he senses it is dry, perceives my mouth is empty, he 
commands me to repeat the operation. He reiterates his, then I do, then he 
does, and so on eight or ten times over. 
    He sucked up my saliva with such furious avidity it discomfited my 
chest and lungs. I thought that at least a few sparks of pleasure were 
going to climax his transports; I was mistaken. His apathy, whence he 
emerged only brief instants during his most intense suckings, compassed him 
again immediately he had drained me, and when at last I told him I could do 
no more, he fell to eyeing me distantly, to staring at me as he had at the 
beginning, then got up without a word, paid Guerin, and left. 
    "Ah, God's prick and balls!" cried Curval, "I'm happier than he, for 
I'm coming." 
    Everyone raised his head, everyone saw the dear President doing to 
Julie, his wife, whom that day he had for couch companion, the same thing 
Duclos had just been relating. That this passion appealed admirably to his 
tastes was generally well known; Julie by and large procured him abundant 
pleasure in this manner, Duclos had no doubt done less well by her gallant. 
But that was in all likelihood his own fault; failing to appreciate what 
certain mouths, in certain conditions, may offer, he got nothing from 
Duclos', whereas the President obtained satisfaction from Julie's. 
    A month later, said Duclos, who had been invited to continue, I had 
dealings with a sucker who assailed what one might term the same fort but 
from an entirely different angle. This latter was an elderly abbot who, 
after having previously kissed and caressed my bum for above half an hour, 
introduced his tongue into its hole, made it penetrate deep, dart to left 
and right, turn this way, turn that way, all with such surpassing art I 
thought I felt it drive nigh to the depths of my entrails. But this abbot 
of mine, much less phlegmatic, as he used one hand to spread my buttocks, 
used the other to frig himself very voluptuously, and as he discharged he 
drew my anus to his face with such violence and tickled it so lubriciously 
that my ecstasy coincided with his. When he was finished, he spent another 
moment scrutinizing my buttocks, staring at that hole he'd just reamed 
wider, and couldn't prevent himself from gluing his mouth to it one last 
time; then he hastened off, assuring me he would be back frequently, would 
ask for me, and that he was most content with my ass. He kept his promise, 
and for six months he came to visit me three or four times a week, 
regularly performing the same operation to which I became so thoroughly 
accustomed that each time he executed his little project, I all but expired 
with delight - an aspect of the rite about which he appeared to care very 
little, for, as best I could judge, he had no inclination to find out 
whether or no my work pleased me; that did not seem to matter to him. And 
indeed, who can tell? Men are extraordinary indeed; had he known of it, my 
pleasure might even have displeased him. 
    And now Durcet, whom the story had inflamed, like the old priest was 
moved to suck some asshole or other, but would not have a girl's. He called 
for Hyacinthe, who of them all pleased him the most. He placed the little 
chap, kissed his ass, frigged his prick and sucked it. By the nervous 
shuddering of his body, by the spasm which ordinarily heralded his 
discharge, it was thought the evil little anchovy that Aline was thumping 
and pulling as best she could, was finally going to disgorge its seed, but 
no, the financier was penurious when it came to parting with his fuck, he 
simply could not, or would not, stiffen. It occurs to them all that his 
object ought to be changed, Celadon is substituted for Hyacinthe, but all's 
at a standstill, not the least improvement is apparent. The opportune 
tolling of a bell announcing supper saves the banker's honor. 
    "Why," says he, laughing with his confreres, "it's not my fault, you 
saw I was about to win a victory; this damned supper will have to delay it. 
Well, by God, let's go and have a fling at the table, I'll return all the 
more ardent to Cupid's tourney after having been crowned by Bacchus." 
    The evening meal was equally succulent and gay, quite as lubricious as 
ever, and was followed by orgies in the course of which an abundance of 
little infamies were perpetrated. Many were the mouths sucked and the 
asses, but one of the most engaging drolleries of all was the game in which 
they hid the face and chest of each little girl and gambled upon 
recognizing her on the basis of a study of her ass. The Duc was 
occasionally misled, but not so the others, for they were too well 
accustomed to the use of the bum. The friends retired for the night, and 
the morrow brought further and new pleasures, and a few reflections. 




THE FOURTH DAY
    Being full eager to be able to distinguish immediately which of the 
youngsters in either sex was, in a depucelatory sense, to belong to each of 
their number, the friends decided to have them wear, regardless of their 
costume and, in that other extreme, even when undressed, a hair ribbon, 
which would indicate of whom the individual child was the property. Colors 
were thereupon chosen: the Duc adopted pink and green: whosoever should 
wear a pink ribbon to the fore, would be his by the cunt; similarly, 
whosoever wore a green ribbon to the rear, would be his by the ass. And so 
Fanny, Zelmire, Sophie, and Augustine straightway affixed a pink ribbon on 
one side of their coiffures; Rosette, Hebe, Michette, Giton, and Zephyr 
attached a green favor to their hair where it fell toward the neck, this 
clue attesting the rights of the Duc enjoyed to their asses. 
    Curval chose black for the front, yellow for the rear; thus Michette, 
Hebe, Colombe, and Rosette were in future constantly to wear a black ribbon 
forward; Sophie, Zelmire, Augustine, Zelamir, and Adonis pinned a yellow 
one above their nape. 
    Durcet identified his Hyacinthe with a lilac ribbon hanging to the 
rear, and the Bishop, who owned title to but five assholes to be deflowered 
sodomistically, ordered Cupidon, Narcisse, Celadon, Colombe, and Fanny to 
wear a violet one in the rear. 
    Never, regardless of the subject's posture, chore, or dress, were these 
ribbons to be neglected or improperly worn, and so it was that by this 
simple arrangement each friend was always able to tell at a glance what 
property was his, and in what way. 
    Curval, who had passed the night with Constance, had bitter complaints 
to lodge against her in the morning. It was not entirely clear what lay at 
the root of the trouble, nor what precisely the trouble was; so little is 
needed to displease a libertine. But there was more than enough to the 
thing to cause him to have her listed for Saturday punishment, and he was 
formulating charges when that lovely creature declared that she was 
pregnant; Curval, apart from her husband the only one whom it was possible 
to suspect as the agent in this affair, had effected no carnal juncture 
with her save at the beginning of this party, that is to say, four days 
previously. Our libertines were gladdened by these tidings, seeing in the 
event much possibility of clandestine delight, and the Duc exulted over 
this stroke of fortune. In any event, the declaration earned her exemption 
from the punishment she would otherwise have had to undergo in return for 
having displeased Curval. She was to be spared: they preferred to leave the 
fruits on the branch to ripen, a gravid woman diverted them, and what they 
promised themselves for later on even more lewdly entertained their 
perfidious imaginations. Constance was dispensed from service at table, 
from chastisements, and from a few other little odds and ends the 
accomplishment of which her state no longer rendered voluptuous to observe, 
but she was still obliged to appear upon the couches and until further 
orders to share bed of whoever wished to choose her for the night. 
    It was Durcet who, that morning, contributed his presence to the 
pollution exercises, and as his prick was extraordinarily small, he gave 
the pupils rather more a problem than had been posed by the Duc's massive 
construction. However, they fell earnestly to work. But the little banker, 
who had been plying a woman's trade all night long, could never bear a 
man's. He was adamant, intractable, and the skill of these eight charming 
students combined with that of their deft instructress was unable, when all 
was said and done, even to get him to raise his nose. He left the classroom 
in triumph, and as impotence always provokes that kind of mood called a 
teasing one in the idiom of libertinage, his inspections were astonishingly 
severe. Rosette amongst the girls, Zelamir amongst the boys were the 
victims of his thoroughness: one was not as she had been told to be - this 
enigma will be explained - the other, unfortunately, had rid himself of 
what he had been ordered to keep. 
    Those present at the public latrines were only seven in number: Duclos, 
Marie, Aline, and Fanny, two second-class fuckers, and Giton, Curval, who 
did considerable stiffening that day, grew very excited over Duclos. 
Dinner, at which his conduct and remarks were very libertine indeed, calmed 
him not one whit, and the coffee served by Colombe, Sophie, Zephyr, and his 
dear friend Adonis, set his brain all afire. He laid hands on this selfsame 
Adonis, tumbled him onto a sofa, and while spewing forth oaths slid his 
enormous member between the lad's thighs (approaching him from behind), and 
as that outsized tool protruded a fair six inches beyond, he commanded 
Adonis vigorously to frig what emerged, and himself set to frigging the boy 
above the morsel of flesh upon which Adonis was spitted. Meanwhile, he 
presented the assembly with an ass no less filthy than broad, whose impure 
orifice began to exert a potent attraction upon the Duc. Seeing this ass 
within reach, he trained his vivacious prick on the hole while continuing 
to suck Zephyr's mouth, an operation he had begun before this new idea had 
occurred to him. 
    Curval, who had not been expecting such an attack, emitted blasphemous 
paeans of joy. He danced with delight, spread himself wider, braced 
himself; at the same instant, the fresh young fuck of the charming boy he 
was frigging started to drip out upon the enormous head of his own aroused 
instrument. That warm fuck he feels wetting him, the reiterated blows of 
the Duc who is also beginning to discharge, it all quickens his warrior's 
soul, the weapon is primed, off goes the gun, floods of foamy sperm splash 
against Durcet's ass, for the banker has just posted himself there within 
easy range lest, says he, something be wasted, and Durcet's plump white 
buttocks are submerged beneath a spellbinding liquor he would have by far 
preferred as a rinse for his bowels. 
    Nor was the Bishop idle; he was one after the other sucking clean the 
divine assholes of Colombe and Sophie. But doubtless fatigued by some 
nocturnal exercise, he showed not one spark of life, and like all other 
libertines rendered unjust by caprice and disgust, he lashed out furiously 
against these two delicious children, blaming them for the only too well 
merited shortcomings of his debilitated frame. Messieurs nap for a few 
minutes; then 'tis story-telling time, and in they troop to listen to the 
amiable Duclos, who resumes her tale in the following manner: 
    There had been a few changes in Madame Guerin's house, said our 
heroine. Two very pretty girls had just found dupes who were only too 
willing to keep them and whom they deceived just the way we all do. To fill 
the gaps in the ranks, our dear mother had scouted around and set her 
sights upon a rue Saint-Denis tavern-keeper's daughter, thirteen years old 
and one of the most fetching creatures in all the wide world. But the 
little lady, quite as well-behaved as she was pious, was successfully 
resisting all enticements when Guerin, having one day employed the 
cleverest stratagem to lure her to her house, immediately put her in the 
hands of the unusual person whose mania I propose to describe next. He was 
an ecclesiastic of fifty-five or fifty-six, but so youthful and vigorous 
you'd have thought him under forty. No man in Europe had such a singular 
talent for drawing young girls into vice, and as it was his one art, 
developed to a sublime degree, he had turned it into his one and only 
pleasure. The whole of his fleshy delight consisted in extirpating 
childhood prejudices and unnatural terrors, in cultivating scorn for 
virtue, in decking vice in the most dazzling colors. He neglected nothing: 
seductive images, flattering promises, delicious examples, he would press 
everything into service, everything would be brilliantly manipulated, his 
artistry being faultlessly attuned to the child's age and cast of mind, and 
never did he miss the mark. Granted a mere two hours of conversation, he 
was sure to make a whore of the best-behaved and most reasonable little 
girl; for thirty years he had been conducting his missionary labors in 
Paris, and, he had once assured Madame Guerin, who counted herself one of 
his best friends, he had to his credit more than ten thousand girls whom he 
had personally seduced and plunged into libertinage. He rendered similar 
services to at least fifteen procuresses, and whenever he was not coping 
with a particular problem at someone else's behest, he was busy doing 
research for its own sake and for his professional pleasure, energetically 
corrupting whatever he came across and then packing it off to his 
outfitters. Now, the most extraordinary aspect of the entire thing, and the 
one which, Messieurs, prompts me to cite the example of this uncommon 
idividual, was that he never enjoyed the fruit of his labors. He would 
encloset himself alone with the child, but, despite his vast understanding, 
his mind's agility, his eloquent persuasiveness, he used always to emerge 
from conference greatly inflamed. One could be perfectly certain the 
operation irritated his senses, but it was impossible to discover where or 
when or how he satisfied them. Closest scrutiny had never revealed anything 
but a prodigious blaze in his stare when once he had concluded his 
speeches, a few twitching movements of his hand upon the front of his 
breeches, within which one could tell there was a definite erection, 
produced by the diabolic work he was doing; but that was all. 
    He came to the house, was accorded a private interview with the young 
barmaid, I watched the proceedings: the consultation was prolonged, the 
seducer's language was amazingly pathetic, the child wept, got hot, seemed 
to enter into a kind of enthusiastic fit; it was at this moment the 
orator's eyes flamed brightest, and it was now we remarked the gestures in 
the neighborhood of his fly. Not long afterward, he rose, the child 
stretched forth her arms as if seeking to embrace him, he kissed her in a 
grave and fatherly manner, without any trace of lechery. He left, and three 
hours later the little girl arrived with her baggage at Madame Guerin's. 
    "And the man?" asked the Duc. 
    "He disappeared once his sermon was over," Duclos replied. 
    "Without coming back to see the results of his work?" 
    "No, my Lord, there was no doubt in his mind. He had never once 
failed." 
    "Now there is a most extraordinary personage," Curval admitted. "What 
does your Grace make of it?" 
    "I suspect," the Duc answered, "that the seduction provided all the 
heat necessary and that he discharged in his breeches." 
    "No," quoth the Bishop, "I think you underestimate the man: all this 
was simply by way of preparation for his debauches, and upon leaving I 
wager he went off to consummate greater ones." 
    "Greater ones?" cried Durcet. "And what more delicious, more voluptuous 
delight could one hope to procure oneself, than that of enjoying the objest 
one creates?"     "I have it!" spoke up the Duc, "I dare say I've found him 
out: all this, just as you say, was merely preparatory in character, 
corrupting girls would heat his imagination, the off he'd go to dip his 
tool in boys. . . . I'll wager he was a bugger, yes, 'tis plain." 
    Duclos was asked whether she had any evidence to support that 
conjecture, and did he or did he not also seduce little boys? Our narrator 
replied that she had no proof of the thing, and despite the Duc's 
exceedingly likely allegation, everyone remained more or less in suspense 
as to the character of that strange preacher; after it had been unanimously 
agreed that his mania was truly delicious, but that one had either to 
consummate the work or do worse afterward, Duclos went on with her story: 
    The day after the arrival of our young novice, who was named Henriette, 
there came to the establishment an eccentric old lecher who put us both, 
Henriette and I, to work at the same time. This latest libertine had no 
other pleasure than that of observing through a hole all the voluptuous 
activities transpiring in an adjoining room, he adored spying on them, thus 
found in others' pleasures the divine aliment of his own lubricity. He was 
installed in the room I mentioned to you, the same one to which I and my 
companions often repaired for the diversion of watching libertines in 
action. I was assigned the task of amusing him while he looked through the 
hole, and young Henriette entered the arena together with the asshole-
sucker I described you yesterday. The management considered that rascal's 
very voluptuous antics just the kind of spectacle my onlooker would relish, 
and in order better to arouse the actor, and in order that he render the 
scene yet more lascivious and more agreeable to see, he was told he was 
being given an apprentice and that it was with him she was to make her 
debut. The little barmaid's air of modesty and childishness speedily 
convinced him of it; and so he was as hot and as lewd in his nasty stunts 
as 'twere possible to be; nothing could have been further from his mind 
than that he was being observed. As for my old buck, his eye glued to the 
hole, one hand on my bum, the other on his prick, which he gently agitated, 
he seemed to be keeping the progress of his ecstasy abreast the one he was 
watching. "Ah, what a sight!" he said now and again; "what a fine ass that 
little girl has, and how well that bugger in there is tonguing it." At 
last, Henriette's lover having discharged, mine folded me in his arms and, 
after a moment's kissing, he turned me over, fondled, kissed, lewdly licked 
my behind, and squirted evidence of his virility over my cheeks. 
    "While frigging himself?" the Duc asked. 
    "Yes, my Lord," answered Duclos, "and frigging a prick whose incredible 
littleness, I assure you, isn't worth the bother describing." 
    The gentleman with whom I had to do next, Duclos continued, would not 
perhaps deserve to be included in my report were it not for one element, a 
rather unusual one, I should say, which distinguished his otherwise quite 
routine pleasures, and this little circumstance will illustrate to what 
point libertinage is able to degrade all a man's feelings of modesty, 
virtue and decorum. This person did not want to see; he wished to be seen. 
Knowing that men exist whose whim it is to spy upon the pleasure-takings of 
others, he bade Guerin find him one such fellow, conceal him, and said he 
would enact a drama for him. Guerin at once got in touch with the man I had 
entertained a few days previously behind the partition, and without telling 
him that the performer he was about to see knew that he was going to be 
seen - this would have interfered with his passion's fulfillment - she gave 
him to believe he was to observe a very arcane mystery indeed. 
    The inspector and my sister were put in the room with the hole, the 
actor and I went into the other one. He was a young man about twenty-eight 
years old, handsome and strong. Informed of the hole's location, he not too 
pointedly moved to where he could be perfectly viewed and had me take my 
place beside him. I frigged him. When his prick held a good slope, he got 
to his feet, exhibited his tool to the inspector, turned around, displayed 
his ass, raised my skirts and showed my mine, knelt before me, teased my 
anus with the tip of his nose, spread heartily, displayed everything with 
as much thoroughness as delight, and discharged by frigging himself, the 
while keeping my hinder skirts high and my ass squarely opposite the spy 
hole, in such wise that he who stood posted on the other side of the wall 
simultaneously beheld, at this decisive moment, both my bum and my lover's 
wrathful device. If the latter was in seventh heaven, God knows what was 
going on in the next room; my sister later told me she had had a madman on 
her back who had sworn he'd never had as fine a time as this, and after 
that her buttocks had been washed by a tide no less fierce than the one 
that had burst over mine. 
    "If that young man of yours truly had a good prick and pretty ass," 
Durcet opinioned, "there was ample in the situation to provoke a generous 
discharge." 
    "It must then have been delicious," returned Duclos, "for his engine 
was very long, quite thick, and his ass as soft, as sweetly plump, as 
attractively formed as the god of love's." 
    "Did you spread his cheeks?" the Bishop inquired. "Did you show his 
vent to the inspector?" 
    "Yes, your Lordship," said Duclos, "he displayed mine, I displayed his, 
he presented it with incomparable suggestiveness." 
    "I've been witness to a dozen such scenes," Durcet announced, "which 
have cost me a fortune in fuck; there is nothing more delicious to see or 
do. I refer to both: for it is just as pleasant to spy upon someone as to 
want to be observed." 
    Another individual, with approximately the same tastes, Duclos went on, 
took me to the Tuileries some few months later. He wanted me to accost men 
and frig them six inches from his face while he hid under a pile of folding 
chairs; and after I had frigged seven or eight passers-by, he settled 
himself upon a bench by one of the most frequented of the paths, lifted my 
skirts from behind, and displayed my ass to all and sundry, put his prick 
in the air and ordered me to frig it well within view of half of Paris, the 
which, although it was night, created such a scandal that by the time he 
most cynically unleashed his fuck, more than ten people had gathered around 
us, and we were obliged to dash away to avoid being publicly covered with 
shame. 
    When I related this adventure to Guerin, she laughed approvingly and 
said she had once known a man in Lyon (where panders enter into the trade 
at an early age), a man, I say, whose mania was certainly just as unusual. 
He would disguise himself as a public mercury, himself fetch in visitors to 
dally with the two girls he paid and maintained for no other purpose, then 
he would conceal himself in a corner to watch his client go to work; the 
girl, whose hire depended upon her skill in these moments, would guide the 
libertine she had in her arms and unfailingly give her employer a view of 
his prick and ass, the sight of which constituted the one pleasure that 
agreed with our false pimp's palate, the one that was able to loosen his 
fuck. 
    Duclos having brought her recital to an early conclusion that evening, 
the time that remained until supper was devoted to a few choice 
lubricities, and as the example of the cynic had fired their four daring 
brains, the friends did not isolate themselves in their closets, but 
disported within clear view each of the other. The Duc had Duclos strip off 
her clothes, had her bend and lean upon the back of a chair and commanded 
Desgranges to frig him upon her comrade's buttocks, in such wise that the 
head of his prick might graze Duclos' asshole with each stroke. To that one 
was added a number of other episodes which the proper presentation of our 
material forbids us from disclosing at this stage; but the fact remains 
that the chronicler's inferior vent was completely sprayed and that the 
Duc, handsomely served and entirely surrounded, discharged to the tune of 
bellowings and shouts which indicated to what a point his mind has been 
stimulated. Curval had himself fucked, the Bishop and Durcet for their part 
did passing strange things with both sexes; then supper was served. 
    After it, dances were held: the sixteen youngsters, the four fuckers, 
and the four wives were able to perform three quadrilles, but all the 
participants at the ball were naked, and our roues, indolently reclining 
upon sofas, were deliciously amused by all the different beauties one after 
another offered them by the divers attitudes the dancers were obliged to 
strike. Messieurs had the storytellers at their side, and these ladies 
manualized them rapidly or slowly, depending upon the pleasure they were 
experiencing; but, somewhat fatigued by the day's frolickings, no one 
discharged, and each went to bed to acquire the strength needed for all the 
following day's new infamies. 




THE FIFTH DAY
    That morning it was Curval's duty to lend his presence at the academy 
of masturbation, and as the little girls were beginning to make tangible 
progress, he was hard put to resist the multiplying thumps and jerks and 
the variegated but universally lubricious postures of these eight charming 
little maids. Wishing to keep his weapon charged, he withdrew without 
firing it, lunch was announced, and at table the friends decreed that 
Messieurs' four young lovers, to wit: Zephyr, the Duc's favorite; Adonis, 
beloved of Curval; Hyacinthe, friend to Durcet; and Celadon, unto whom the 
Bishop was plighted, were henceforth to be admitted to all meals, would 
dine beside their lovers in whose bedchambers they were, as well, regularly 
to sleep, a favor they would share with the wives and the fuckers; the 
which eliminated a ceremony customarily performed, as the reader is aware, 
every morning, this ceremony consisting in the fetching of the four lads by 
the four off-duty fuckers. They were now to come of their own accord, and 
when from now on Messieurs were to pass into the little boys' chambers, 
they were to be received, in accordance with prescribed regulation, by the 
remaining four only. 
    The Duc, who for the past two or three days had been head over heels in 
love with Duclos, whose ass he found superb and language pleasing, demanded 
that she also sleep in his bedroom, and this precedent having been 
established, Curval similarly introduced Fanchon, of whom he was 
passionately fond, into his. The two others decided to wait yet a little 
longer before deciding who was to fill this fourth post of privilege in 
their chambers. 
    It was that same morning ruled that the four young lovers who had just 
been chosen would have by way of ordinary dress, whenever they were not 
obliged to wear characterizing costumes, as when formed in quatrains, would 
have, I say, the clothing and style I am going to describe: it was a little 
jerkin, tight-fitting, of light cloth, tailored like a Prussian uniform 
with a slit tail, but much shorter, scarcely reaching to halfway down the 
thigh; this jacket, like all uniforms buttoned across the chest and at the 
vent, was of pink satin lined with white taffeta, the cuffs and trim were 
white satin, underneath was to be worn a kind of short vest or waistcoat, 
also of white satin, and the breeches were to match; but these breeches 
were provided with a heart-shaped rear flap under which one could slip 
one's hand and grasp the ass without the slightest difficulty; the flap was 
held up by a ribbon tied in a big bow, and when one wished to have the 
child completely exposed in this part, one had merely to undo the bow, 
which was of the color selected by the friend to whom the pucelage 
belonged. Their hair, carelessly arranged so that a few curls fell to 
either side, floated absolutely free behind, and was simply knotted by a 
ribbon of the appropriate color. A highly-scented powder, in color between 
gray and pink, tinted their hairdress, their eyebrows were carefully 
plucked and emphasized by black pencil, a light touch of rouge applied to 
the cheeks, all this heightened their natural beauty; their heads were 
never covered, black silk stockings brocaded in rose covered their legs, 
they were agreeably shod in gray slippers attached by a pink bow. A cream-
colored gauze cravat, very voluptuously tied, blended prettily with a 
little lace ruffle; when the four of them were clad in this style, you may 
rest assured that nothing in all the world was as charming to behold as 
these little fellows. 
    Immediately they were granted their new privileges, a few others were 
abolished: all permissions, of the kind they had upon occasion been 
accorded in the morning, were absolutely refused now, but they were given 
all the rights over the wives the fuckers enjoyed: they could maltreat the 
women as they saw fit and not only at mealtime, no, but at any time of the 
day, all the time, if they chose, and they could be confident that in any 
dispute arising 'twixt the wives and themselves, their side would be heard 
with sympathy. 
    These matters attended to, the usual searches were conducted; the 
lovely Fanny, whom Curval had ordered to be in such and such a state, was 
found in the contrary one (the sequel will provide elucidation of this 
obscure point) : her name was set down in the punishment ledger. Amongst 
the young gentlemen, Giton had done what he had been forbidden to do; down 
went his name. After the chapel functions had been completed by the very 
few subjects who were on hand to execute them, the friends went to dinner. 
    This was the first meal at which the four lovers joined the friends at 
table. They took their places, each sitting to the right of the friend who 
doted upon him, the friend's favorite fucker being seated to the friend's 
left. These four additional guests lent a further charm to the meal; they 
were all four very gentle, very sweet, and were beginning to accommodate 
themselves very well to the general tone of the household. The Bishop, in 
the liveliest spirits that day, kissed Celadon virtually without 
interruption throughout the course of the meal, and as that child was a 
member of the quartet chosen to hand around the coffee, he left table a 
little before dessert. When Monseigneur, who had worked himself into a 
splendid sweat over the boy, saw him entirely naked in the salon, he lost 
all self-control. 
    "By Jesus!" he cried, his face purple, "since I cannot tup his ass, I 
can at least do what Curval did to his bardash yesterday." 
    And so saying he seized the good-natured little rascal, laid him on his 
belly, and slipped his prick between his thighs. The libertine was lost in 
the clouds, his weapon's hair rubbed the cute little hole he would fain 
have perforated: one of his hands fondled this delicious little cupid's 
buttocks, with the other he frigged Celadon's prick. What was more, he 
glued his mouth to the lovely child's, pumped the air from his lungs, 
swallowed his saliva. In order to excite his brother, the Duc created a 
libertine spectacle by placing himself in front of the Bishop and 
proceeding to lick out the asshole of Cupidon, the other of the two boys 
serving coffee that day. Curval moved to within close range and had himself 
frigged by Michette, and Durcet offered the prelate the sight of Rosette's 
widespread buttocks. Everyone toiled to procure him the ecstasy to which he 
plainly asprired; it occurred, his nerves trembled, his teeth chattered, 
his eyes shone, he would have been a terrifying object for anyone save 
those three who knew full well the terrible effects joy had upon that man 
of God. The fuck finally broke forth and flowed over Cupidon's buttocks, 
for that quick-witted little aide had at the last moment wriggled his way 
beneath his comrade so as to receive the treasure which might otherwise 
have gone entirely to waste. 
    The storytelling hour came, they readied themselves. By an unusual 
stroke of circumstance, all the fathers found their daughters beside them 
on their couches. But Messieurs were not alarmed. Duclos began to speak. 
    In that you have not required me, Messieurs, to give you an exact day 
by day account of everything that happened to me at Madame Guerin's 
establishment, but simply to relate the more out of the ordinary events 
which highlighted some of those days, I shall omit mention of several not 
very interesting episodes dating from my childhood, for they would be 
naught but tedious repetitions of what you have heard already. And so I 
shall tell you that I had just reached the age of sixteen, not without 
having acquired a wealth of experience in my metier, when it fell to my lot 
to have a libertine whose daily caprice merits to be cited. He was a sober, 
very grave judge of nearly fifty years, a man who, if one is to believe 
Madame Guerin, who told me she had known him for many years, regularly 
exercised every morning the whimsicality wherewith I shall entertain you. 
His ordinary pimp had reached the age of retirement and recommended that 
the judge put himself in our dear mother's hands; this was his first call 
at the house, and he began with me. 
    He stationed himself, alone, in the room with the spy hole, I entered 
the other with a hod carrier, a Savoyard, I believe; well, he was a common 
fellow, but a healthy strapping one: those qualifications were enough for 
the judge, who cared nothing for age or looks. I was, within clear view and 
as near as possible to the hole, to frig my honest churl, who knew what was 
expected of him and reckoned this a very pretty way indeed to earn his 
supper. After having unreservedly complied with all the instructions the 
good judge had given me, after having done all my sweet country buck could 
desire of me, I had him discharge into a porcelain dish, and having wrung 
the last drop from his prick, I dashed into the adjoining room. My man is 
awaiting me in an ecstasy, he pounces upon the dish, swallows the hot fuck, 
his own erupts; with one hand I encourage his ejaculation, with the other I 
collect in my hand every precious dram that falls and, between jets, 
quickly raising my hand to the old prankster's mouth, with great dexterity 
and nimbleness I see to it that he swallows his own fuck quite as fast as 
he squirts it out. 
    That was all there was to it; no fingerings, no kisses, he didn't even 
lift my skirts, and rising from his chair with just as much aplomb as a 
moment before he had been aroused, he took his cane and left, saying that I 
frigged very skillfully, so he considered, and that I had very well grasped 
his character. A new workman was brought in the next day, for they had to 
be changed daily, as had the women. My sister operated for him, he left 
content, returned again on the morrow, and during my entire stay at Madame 
Guerin's I never saw a single day go by without him arriving punctually at 
nine, and never did he raise a single skirt, although he was ministered by 
some charming girls. 
    "Had he any inclination to see the commoner's ass?" Curval wanted to 
know. 
    "He had indeed, Monsieur le President," Duclos replied. "While amusing 
the man whose fuck he ate, one had to take great care to turn him this way 
and that, and the man had also to turn the girl around in every direction." 
    "Well, now," said Curval, "that makes sense. But for that I'd not have 
understood a thing." 
    Shortly afterward, continued Duclos, the harem's strength was increased 
by the arrival of a girl of about thirty, attractive enough, but with hair 
as red as Judas'. At first we though she was a new recruit, but no, she 
quickly disabused us by explaining that she had come for only one party. 
The man for whom this latest heroine was intended soon arrived also: he was 
an important financier of prepossessing appearance, and his singularity of 
taste, since the girl set aside for him would doubtless not have been 
wanted by anyone else, this singularity, I say, gave me the greatest desire 
to observe them come to grips. No sooner had they entered the room than the 
girl removed every stitch of her clothing and displayed a very fair and 
very plump body. 
    "Very well, be off, jump about, skip," said the financier, "you know 
perfectly well I like them in a sweat." 
    And thereupon the redhead falls to cutting capers, running around the 
room, leaping like a young goat, and our man keeps his eye fixed on her 
while he frigs himself; these activities continued a great while and there 
was no telling to what they were leading. When the girl was swimming in 
perspiration, she approached the libertine, raised an arm, and had him 
smell her armpit where the sweat was dripping from every hair. 
    "Ah, that's it, that's it!" cried the tycoon, staring with furious 
approval at that sticky arm she held a centimeter from his nose, "what an 
odor! ravishing!" 
    Then slipping to his knees before her, he sniffed the interior of her 
vagina, inhaling deeply, and then breathed in the scent emergent from her 
asshole, but he returned constantly to her armpits, whether because those 
parts flattered him the most, or because he found the bouquet superior, it 
was always there his mouth and nose betook themselves with the greatest 
fervor. At last a rather lengthy but not very thick device, a device he had 
been buffeting in vain for about an hour, decided to wake and have a look 
about. The girl takes her place, the financier comes up from behind and 
lodges his anchovy under her armpit, she squeezes her arm, exerting what I 
judged must have been a powerful grip; meanwhile, her posture enables the 
gentleman to enjoy the sight and odor of her other armpit, he lays hands on 
it, buries his snout under it and discharges while licking, while devouring 
this part which affords him such delight. 
    "And the creature had to have red hair?" asked the Bishop. "That was a 
sine qua non?" 
    "Absolutely," Duclos replied. "Those women, as you are not unaware, 
Monseigneur, exude an infinitely more violent underarm aroma, and his sense 
of smell once stung, no question of it, by ripe odors, his pleasure organs 
would be aroused at once." 
    "Of course," the Bishop agreed. "But, by God, it seems to me I'd have 
preferred smelling that woman's asshole to sniffing under her arms." 
    "Ah, ha!" spoke up Curval, "there is much to be said in favor of the 
one and the other, and let me assure you that if you'll but give the arms a 
try, you'll find them perfectly delicious." 
    "Which is to say, I take it," said the Bishop, "that Monsieur le 
President finds that stew to his taste?" 
    "Why yes, I've sampled it," Curval replied, "and apart from a few 
occasions when I added other episodes to that one, I protest to you that 
all by itself it has always been able to get some fuck out of me." 
    "Oh yes, those episodes, I fancy what they were," the Bishop broke in, 
"you smelled the ass . . ." 
    "One moment there," interrupted the Duc. "Don't oblige him to make his 
confession, Monseigneur, he'd tell us things we are not yet to hear; go on, 
Duclos, don't let these chatterers encroach upon your domain." 
    I recall the period, our narrator resumed, when for more than six weeks 
Guerin absolutely forbade my sister to wash, requiring her, on the 
contrary, to keep herself in the rankest and most impure state she could 
contrive to be in; we had no inkling of the Madame's designs until one day 
there arrived a grog-blossomed old rake who, in a half-drunken and most 
uncouth tone, asked Guerin whether the whore was ready. "Oh, my goodness, 
you may be sure she is," Guerin replied. They are brought together, put in 
the room, I fly to the hole; scarcely am I there than I see my naked sister 
astride a capacious bidet filled with champagne and there is our man, armed 
with a great sponge, busily washing her and carefully recovering every bit 
of dirt that rolls from her body. 
    It had been so long since she had cleaned any part of herself, for she 
had been strictly ordered not to wipe her behind, that the wine immediately 
took on a brown and dirty hue, and probably an odor which could not have 
been very agreeable. But the more the wine became corrupted by the filth 
streaming into it, the more delighted our libertine grew. He sipped a 
little, found it exquisite, provided himself with a glass and, filling it 
to the brim six or seven times, he downed the putrid and disgusting wine in 
which he'd just finished washing a body laden for so long with impurities. 
When he had drunk his fill, he seized my sister, laid her down flat upon 
the bed, and upon her buttocks and well-opened hole, spewed floods of 
immodest semen brought to a boil by the unclean details of his unpleasant 
mania. 
    But another visitor, a far nastier one, was time and again to attract 
my regard. We had in the house one of those women who are called street 
scouts or trotters, to employ the bordello term, and whose function is to 
run abroad night and day and dig up new recruits. Over forty years old, 
this creature had, as well as very faded charms which had never been very 
winning, the dreadful defect that consists in stinking feet. And such, no 
other, was the fair sort whereof the Marquis de L*** was enamored. He 
arrives, Dame Louise - for such was her name - is introduced to him, he 
finds her superb, and once he has conducted her into the pleasure 
sanctuary, "Pray remove your shoes," says he. Louise, who had been 
explicitly enjoined to wear the same stockings and slippers for a month, 
offers the Marquis a foot that would have made a man of less fine 
discrimination puke straight off; but, as I say, that foot's very filth and 
nauseous quality was precisely what our nobleman cherished most. He catches 
it up, kisses it with fervor, with his mouth he spreads each toe, one after 
the other, with his tongue he gathers from each space, and gathers with 
incomparable enthusiasm, the blackish and fetid scum Nature deposits there 
and which, with a little encouragement, easily increases by itself. Not 
only does he draw this unmentionable stuff into his mouth, but he swallows 
it, savors it, and the fuck he loses while frigging himself stands as 
unequivocal proof of the excessive pleasure he takes in this fare. 
    " 'Tis beyond me," was the Bishop's simple comment. 
    "Then I suppose I'd best explain it to you," Curval said. 
    "What? You've a taste for that?" 
    "Observe," the President replied. 
    The others rose, came from their niches, surrounded him, and beheld 
that peerless libertine, in whom were met all the tastes of the most 
crapulous lewdness, embrace the indescribable foot tendered him by Fanchon, 
that aged and foul servant we described earlier. Curval was in half a swoon 
as he sucked. 
    "There's nothing to be wondered at there," said Durcet, "one need but 
be mildly jaded, and all these infamies assume a richer meaning: satiety 
inspires them in the libertinage which executes them unhesitatingly. One 
grows tired of the commonplace, the imagination becomes vexed, and the 
slenderness of our means, the weakness of our faculties, the corruption of 
our souls leads us to these abominations." 
    Such must surely have been the case, Duclos went on, with the elderly 
General C***, one of Guerin's most reliable clients. The women he required 
had to be damaged either by Nature, by libertinage, or by the effects of 
the law; in a word, he accepted none who were not one-eyed or blind, lame, 
hunchbacked, legless cripples, or missing an arm or two, or toothless, or 
mutilated in their limbs, or whipped and branded or clearly marked by some 
other act of justice, and they always had to be of the ripest old age. 
    At the scene I witnessed he had been given a woman of about fifty, 
bearing the brand of a public thief, and who was, in addition, missing an 
eye. That double degradation figured as a treasure in his view. He closeted 
himself with her, had her strip away her clothes, ecstatically kissed the 
indubitable signs of crime on her shoulders, ardently sucked each ridge and 
furrow of those scars he called honorably won. That accomplished, he 
transferred his avid attentions to her asshole, he spread open her 
buttocks, appreciatively kissed the withered hole they defended, sucked it 
for what seemed an age, and then planting himself astride the old girl's 
back, he rubbed his prick on the wounds that attested the triumph of 
justice, and as he rubbed, he praised her for having gone down in exemplary 
defeat; and then, bending over her bum, he showered further kisses upon the 
altar at which he had rendered such a lengthy homage, and squirted an 
abundance of fuck upon the inspiring marks which had so fired his own 
warrior's spirit. 
    "Oh, by God!" cried Curval, whose brain was in a lubricious ferment 
that day, "look my friends, behold by the sign of this risen prick what a 
flame that passion described ignites in me." 
    And calling out to Desgranges: 
    "Hither, impure buggress," he continued in the same strain, "come, you 
who so resemble what we have just heard described; come, beget me the same 
pleasure the general got by her." 
    Desgranges approaches. Durcet, his friend in these excesses, helps the 
President strip her. She raises a few objections at first; they are the 
more certain and pursue their way, scolding her for wishing to hide 
something whereby she may be cherished all the more by the society. Her 
branded back comes to light at last, and there are a "T" and a "P" which 
affirm that she has twice undergone the dishonoring ordeal whose vestiges 
nevertheless completely ignite our libertines' impudicious urges. 
    The rest of that worn and wasted body - that ass of parchment or 
ancient leather, that ample, noxious hole glistening in its center, this 
mutilated tit, those three vanished fingers, this short leg that causes her 
limp, that mouth destitute of teeth - everything combines to stimulate our 
libertine pair. Durcet sucks her from in front, Curval posteriorly, and 
even though objects of the greatest beauty and in the best condition are 
there before their eyes and ready to brave anything in order to satisfy the 
least of their desires, even so it is with what Nature and villainy have 
dishonored, have withered, it is with the filthiest and least appetizing 
object our two rakes, presently beside themselves, are about to taste the 
most delicious pleasures. . . . Ah, now give me your explanation of man - 
here are two men who seem as if they were disputing what is nigh to a 
cadaver, like two savage mastiffs wrangling over a corpse; here, I say, we 
have two eminent citizens who, after having given themselves over to the 
foulest excesses, finally erupt their fuck, and notwithstanding the 
exhaustion caused by these feats, would very possibly go on to perform 
other ones of the same crapulous and infamous kind, and perform them 
without an instant's delay, were it not for the supper bell announcing 
other pleasures well worth their consideration. 
    The President, made desperate by his loss of fuck, and who in such 
cases could never be revived save by excessive feeding and swilling, flew 
to work and stuffed himself like a pig. Adonis frigged Invictus and gave 
him some fuck to drink, but hardly content with this latest outrage, which 
had been executed at once, Curval rose, said his imagination proposed a few 
rather more delicious stunts, and without further explanation, led Fanchon, 
Adonis, and Hercule away with him to the further boudoir and did not 
reappear until the orgies; but then conducted himself so brilliantly that 
he was again able to commit a thousand fresh horrors, each more 
extraordinary than the other, but not, we regret, to be described to the 
reader, or rather not yet, for the structure of our tale obliges us to 
defer them. 
    And then to bed. Curval, the unfathomable Curval to whom that night the 
divine Adelaide, his daughter, befell, Curval, who could have spent a most 
delightful night with her, was found the next morning squirming over the 
body of the disgusting Fanchon, with whom he had performed additional 
abominations all night long, whilst Adonis and Adelaide, driven from his 
couch, were, one of them, in a little bed far away, and the other lying on 
a mattress upon the floor. 




THE SIXTH DAY
    It was Monseigneur's turn to assist at the masturbations; he presented 
himself. Had Duclos' disciples been males, Monseigneur would probably not 
have been able to resist them. But a little crack below the navel was a 
frightful blemish in his eyes, and had the Graces themselves encircled him, 
once he had caught sight of that imperfection nothing more would have been 
needed to calm him. And so he put up an indomitable defense, I even believe 
his prick remained limp, and the operations were continued. 
    Nothing could be plainer than that Messieurs were extremely eager to 
find fault with the eight little girls so as to procure themselves the 
following day, which was the fatal Saturday of retribution, so as, I say, 
at this time to procure themselves the pleasure of punishing all eight. 
They had six already on the list; the sweet and beautiful Zelmire made the 
seventh; did she in all good faith really merit correction? or was it 
simply that the pleasure of inflicting the proposed penalty won out in a 
struggle with strict equity? we leave the question to be decided by the 
wise Durcet's conscience; our task is simply to record events. One very 
fair dame further swelled the miscreants' ranks: 'twas the gentle Adelaide. 
Durcet, her husband, appeared anxious to set an example by pardoning less 
in her than in the others, and it was he himself she happened to 
disappoint. He had led her to a certain place where the services she had 
been forced to render him, after certain of his functions, were something 
less than absolutely clean or palatable; not everyone is as depraved as 
Curval, and although Adelaide was his daughter, she had none of his tastes. 
She may have balked. Or she may have managed poorly. Or, again, it might 
only have been some teasing on Durcet's part. Whatever the cause, she was 
inscribed upon the punishment list, to the vast satisfaction of nearly all 
concerned. 
    The examination of the boys' quarters having unearthed nothing, the 
friends moved on to the arcane pleasures of the chapel, pleasures all the 
more piquant and all the more extraordinary in that even those who besought 
permission to come and procure them, were usually refused admittance. 
Constance, two subaltern fuckers, and Michette were the only ones to attend 
that morning's party. 
    At dinner, Zephyr, of whom they were becoming prouder every day, what 
for the charms which seemed more and more to embellish him and the 
voluntary libertinage wherein he was making great strides, Zephyr, I say, 
insulted Constance who, although no longer a waitress, nevertheless always 
appeared at the midday meal. He called her a baby-maker and struck her 
several blows in the belly to teach her, said he, to lay eggs with her 
lover, then he kissed the Duc, caressed him, gave his prick a few 
affectionate tugs, and managed so successfully to fire that hero's brain 
that Blangis swore the afternoon would not pass without his moistening 
Zephyr with fuck; and the little rascal nagged the Duc, daring him to do it 
at once. As Zephyr was to serve coffee, he left at dessert time and 
reappeared naked with the Duc's cup. Instantly they were settled in the 
salon, the Duc, very animated, began with one or two smutty remarks; then 
sucked the child's mouth and prick, set him on a chair, his ass at the 
level of his mouth, and earnestly pumped at his hole for fifteen minutes. 
His prick rebelled at last, dressed its lofty head, and the Duc saw very 
clearly that the homage required some incense after all. However, their 
contract forbade everything save the expedient employed the day before; the 
Duc resolved therefore to emulate his associates. He had Zephyr crouch on a 
sofa, drove his engine between the lad's thighs, but what had befallen 
Curval happened also to the Duc: his device protruded half a foot beyond. 
    "You'd best do as I did," Curval advised, "frig the child against your 
prick, water your glans with his fuck." 
    But the Duc found it more pleasant to impale two at the same time. He 
besought his brother to fit Augustine in place, her buttocks were pressed 
flush against Zephyr's thighs and the Duc, thus simultaneously fucking a 
boy and a girl, as it were, to put yet a little more of the lubricious into 
the thing, frigged Zephyr's prick on the pretty, round and fair buttocks of 
Augustine, and soaked them with that child-fuck which, as may easily be 
imagined, was mightily warmed by such treatment and soon spattered 
abundantly out. 
    Curval, who found the general perspective very inviting, and who spied 
the Duc's ass, open wide and fairly yawning for a prick - as does the ass 
of every bugger at those instants his prick is up - Curval, I say, drew up 
to repay him in kind for what he had received the previous evening, and the 
dear Duc no sooner felt the voluptuous joltings occasioned by this 
intromission, than his fuck, taking wing at almost the same time Zephyr's 
departed him, splashed the lower edges of the temple whose columns Zephyr 
was wetting. But Curval did not discharge, and withdrawing his proud and 
mettlesome engine from the Duc's bum, he menaced the Bishop, who was 
likewise frigging himself between Giton's thighs, threatening to make him 
undergo the fate the Duc had just experienced. The Bishop hurls a 
challenge, 'tis accepted, battle is joined, the Bishop is embuggered and, 
between the thighs of the pretty child he is caressing, goes on deliciously 
to lose a draught of libertine fuck most deliciously wheedled out of him. 
However, a benevolent spectator to it all, Durcet, having no one but Hebe 
and the duenna to attend to his needs, and although nearly dead drunk, was 
by no means wasting his opportunities and was quietly perpetrating infamies 
the proper time has not yet come to disclose. But calm finally descended 
over the field, the warriors slumbered, and woke again at six, the hour 
when Duclos' gifted tongue was to lay the foundation for new pleasures. 
    The quatrains that evening featured certain sexual changes: that is to 
say, all the girls were costumed as sailors, the little boys as tarts; the 
effect was ravishing, nothing quickens lust like this voluptuous little 
reversal; adorable to find in a little boy what causes him to resemble a 
girl, and the girl is far more interesting when for the sake of pleasing 
she borrows the sex one would like her to have. Each friend had his wife on 
his couch that day; they exchanged congratulations upon that very religious 
arrangement, and everyone being ready to listen, Duclos resumed her lewd 
stories. 
    There was, at Madame Guerin's, a certain girl of about thirty, blond, 
rather heavy-set, but unusually fair and healthy; her name was Aurore, she 
had a charming mouth, fine teeth, and a voluptuous tongue, but - and who 
would believe such a thing? - whether because of a faulty education, or 
owing to a weak stomach, from that adorable mouth there used constantly, 
incessantly to erupt prodigious quantities of wind, and above all after she 
had eaten a heartly meal, she was capable, for the space of an hour, of 
blowing a stream of belches powerful enought to turn a windmill. But they 
are right who declare no fault exists that is not a little appreciated by 
someone, and our fine lass, thanks to this one, had one of the most ardent 
suitors: he was a learned and grave professor of Scholasticism at the 
Sorbonne who, tired of wasting his time proving the existence of God in his 
school, would sometimes come to our brothel to convince himself of the 
existence of his dear God's creatures. He would send prior notice of his 
intended arrival, and Aurore would feed like one dying of hunger. Curious 
to see that pious colloquy, I fly to the spy hole: my lovers greet one 
another, I observe a few preliminary caresses all directed upon the mouth, 
then most delicately our rhetor seats his companion in a chair, seats 
himself opposite her and, taking her hands, deposits his relics between 
them, sad old vestiges they were, in the most deplorable state. 
    "Act," he enjoins her, "act, my lovely one. Act; you know by what means 
I may be drawn from this languid condition, I beg you to adopt them with 
all dispatch, for I feel myself pressed mightily to proceed." 
    With one hand she fondles the doctor's flabby tool, with the other she 
draws his head to hers, glues her lips to his mouth and in no time at all 
she has, one after another, shot sixty great belches down his gullet. 
Impossible to represent the ecstasy of this servant of God; he was in the 
clouds, he inhaled, he swallowed everything that came his way, you'd have 
thought the very idea of losing the least puff of air would have distressed 
him, and whilst all this was going on, his hands roamed inquiringly over my 
colleague's breasts and under her petticoat, but these fingerings were no 
more than episodic; the unique and capital object was that mouth 
overwhelming him with sighs and digestive rumblings. His prick finally 
enlarged by the voluptuous vibrations the ceremony caused to be born in 
him, he discharged into my companion's hand, and ran off to deliver a 
lecture, protesting as he went that never had he enjoyed himself more. 
    Some time after this, a rather more extraordinary man came to the house 
with a particular problem in mind, and it well deserves to be mentioned in 
this catalogue of natural wonders. Guerin had, that day, urged me to eat, 
had all but forced me to eat as copiously as, not long before, I had seen 
Aurora dine. Guerin took care to have me served everything she knew I liked 
best, and having forewarned me, as we rose from table, of everything I 
should have to do for the elderly libertine with whom she intended to match 
me, she had me swallow down three grains of emetic dissolved in a glass of 
warm water. The old sinner arrived, he was a brothel-hound I had seen 
dozens of times before without bothering to find out what he came to do. He 
embraces me, drives a dirty and disgusting tongue into my mouth, and the 
action of the emetic I'd drunk is complemented by his stinking breath. He 
sees my stomach's about to rise, he's in ecstasy. "Courage, dearie," he 
cries, "be brave, never fear, I don't propose to lose a drop of it." Being 
foreadvised of all he expects of me, I seat him on the couch, lay his head 
to rest on the edge of it; his thighs are separated, I unbutton his 
breeches, drag out a slack, stunted instrument that betrays no sign of 
stiffening, I shake, squeeze, pull it, he opens his mouth: all the while 
frigging him, all the while receiving the touches of his impudicious hands 
which stray over my buttocks, at point-blank I launch into his mouth the 
imperfectly digested dinner that vomitive has fetched up from my stomach. 
Our man is beside himself, he rolls his eyes, pants, bolts down the spew, 
goes to my lips to seek more of the impure ejaculation that intoxicates 
him, he does not indeed miss a drop, and when it seems to him the operation 
is in danger of ending, he provokes a repetition of it by dexterously 
inserting his appalling tongue into my mouth, and his prick, that prick 
I've scarcely been able to touch because of my convulsive retchings, that 
prick doubtless warmed by nothing but such infamies, grows purple, rises up 
of itself, and weeps into my fingers the unsuspected proof of the 
impressions these foul activities have made upon it. 
    "Ah, by God's balls," said Curval, "that's a very delicious passion 
indeed, but none the less susceptible of improvement." 
    "And how?" asked Durcet in a voice broken by signs of lubricity. 
    "How?" Curval repeated, "why, by the choice of food and of partner." 
    "Partner? Oh, but of course. You'd prefer a Fanchon." 
    "To be sure!" 
    "And the food?" Durcet continued, while Adelaide frigged him. 
    "Food?" the President murmured, "why, I think I'd force her to give me 
back, and in the same manner, what I'd just introduced into her." 
    "That is to say," stammered the financier, beginning to lose all 
control of himself, "you'd spew into her mouth, she'd swallow and then have 
to blow it back at you?" 
    "Precisely." 
    And each rushing into his closet, the President with Fanchon, 
Augustine, and Zelamir; Durcet with Desgranges, Rosette, and Invictus: 
proceedings were halted for roughly thirty minutes. Then the two lechers 
returned. 
    "Ah," the Duc said chidingly to Curval, the first to reappear, "you've 
been up to some nastiness or other?" 
    "Ah, a little of this, a little of that," the President replied, "it's 
my life's happiness, you know. I've not much patience with mild or tidy 
pleasures." 
    "But I trust you were also purged of a little fuck?" 
    "Enough of that nonsense," the President said, "do you suppose everyone 
is like you, flinging fuck this way and that every six minutes? Why no, I 
leave those efforts and that unconscionable prodigality to you and to 
vigorous champions like Durcet," he went on, watching the financier stagger 
weakily from his closet. 
    "Yes," said Durcet, "yes, it's true, there was no resisting the girl. 
Desgranges is so filthy in word, deed, and body, she is so adroit, so 
suitable in every way . . ." 
    "Well, Duclos," the Duc said, "go on with your story, for if we don't 
quiet him down, the indiscreet little fellow will tell us everything he 
did, and never once consider what a dreadful breach of good manners it is 
to boast of the favors one has received from a pretty woman." 
    And Duclos obediently returned to her tale. 
    Since, said our chronicler, these gentlemen are so fond of that kind of 
drollery, I greatly regret they were unable to restrain their enthusiasism 
yet another minute, for the effects of what I have still to relate this 
evening might, it seems to me, have better found their mark. Precisely that 
which Monsieur le President declared to be lacking to the perfection of the 
passion I have just described was entirely present in the one that follows; 
what a pity, I repeat, that I was unable to get to it in time. The example 
of the elderly President de Saclanges affords, in every particular and word 
for word, all the singularity Monsieur de Curval appeared to desire. By way 
of a partner for him, Guerin had chosen the dean of our chapter: a tall, 
sturdy lass of about thirty-six, a great and chronic drunk, loutish, foul-
mouthed, rather a fishmonger's wife, although by no means unattractive; the 
good President arrives, they are served supper, both get blind drunk, both 
become unreasonable, one vomits in the other's mouth, the one swallows the 
stuff, then the other vomits into the mouth of the first, now he swallows, 
and so forth and so on, and they finally collapse into the supper's debris, 
that is to say, into the filth they've just splashed all over the floor. 
And then I am sent into the fray, for my co-worker has not an ounce of 
strength left, indeed she has lost consciousness. But this, however, is the 
crucial moment from the libertine's point of view: I find him prone, his 
prick straight and hard as a crowbar; I seize his instrument, the President 
stammers, swears, draws me to him, sucks my mouth, and discharges like a 
bull, the while twisting and turning and continuing to wallow in his 
ordure. 
    The same girl, somewhat later, participated in a drama which was surely 
not much less filthy; a monk of some consequence, who paid her very 
liberally, threw himself astride her belly after having spread and 
immobilized my companion's thighs by tying them to heavy articles of 
furniture. Several kinds of food were brought in and served the monk, who 
had the dainties placed on the girl's naked belly. The merry fellow then 
picks up the morsels he is to eat, and dips them one by one in his 
Dulcinea's open cunt, and only consumes them after they have been 
completely impregnated with the spices the vagina secretes. 
    "Ha!" cried the Bishop, "an entirely novel manner of dining." 
    "And one which wouldn't suit you, eh, my Lord?" said Duclos. 
    "By God's belly, no!" replied the man of the Church, "I'm not that fond 
of the cunt." 
    Very well, our storyteller replied, lend an ear to the item with which 
I am going to close this evening's narrations, I am persuaded it will amuse 
you more. 
    I had been with Madame Guerin for eight years - had just reached the 
age of seventeen - and during this period not a day had passed without my 
seeing a certain farmer-general arrive at the house every morning and be 
received with the warmest welcome. He was thought very highly of by the 
management; a man of roughly sixty, rotund, short, he resembled Monsieur 
Durcet in a good many points. Like Monsieur, he had an air of freshness and 
youth, and was also plump; he required a different girl every day, and 
those of the house were never used save in emergencies or when someone 
contracted abroad failed to meet her appointment. Monsieur Dupont, so was 
our financier called, was just as discriminating in his choice of girls as 
he was fastidious in his tastes, he simply would not have a whore to attend 
to his needs except in the rare and extreme cases I mentioned; he had to 
have, on the contrary, working women, shopgirls, especially milliners or 
seamstresses. Their age and coloring also had to meet specification: they 
had to be between fifteen and eighteen, neither more or less, and, most 
important of all, they needed to have a sweetly moldered ass, an ass so 
absolutely clean that the least blemish, a mere grain of matter clinging at 
the hole was sufficient grounds for rejection. When they were maids, he 
paid twice as much. 
    They had made plans for, and were that day actually expecting the 
arrival of, a young lacemaker of sixteen whose ass was generally acclaimed 
by connoisseurs as a true model of what an ass should be; Monsieur Dupont 
did not know the treasure that was to be offered him, and as it turned out 
the young lady had word sent that on this particular morning she was unable 
to leave her parents' house and that matters would have to proceed without 
her. Guerin, knowing Dupont had never set eyes on me, ordered me to dress 
in a shopgirl's costume at once, to go out, take a cab at the end of the 
street, and alight again at the brothel, all this fifteen minutes after 
Dupont entered the house; I was to play my role with care and pass myself 
for a milliner's apprentice. But the most important consideration of all 
was the anise water: I was to fill my stomach at once with half a quart of 
it, and directly afterward I was to drink the large glass of balsamic 
liqueur she gave me; you shall shortly learn for what its effect was 
intended. Everything went forward very smoothly; fortunately, we had been 
given several hours' notice, and in this time were able to make thorough 
preparations. I arrived at the house with a very silly air, I was presented 
to the financier who directly scrutinized me very closely, but as I was 
keeping a sharp eye on my conduct, he could discover nothing about my 
person which might contradict the story that had been invented for him. 
    "Is she a maid?" Dupont asks. 
    "Not in that place," says Guerin, pointing to my belly, "but I will 
answer for the other side." 
    And it was a most impudent lie she told. Little does it matter; our man 
believed her, and that alone was necessary. 
    "Lift your skirts, hurry it up," says Dupont. 
    And Guerin raises my skirts from behind, drawing me toward her as she 
does so and thus entirely exposing the temple at which the libertine 
performed his worship. He stares, for a moment he fingers my buttocks, he 
spreads them with both hands, and evidently satisfied, he announces that 
the ass is suitable for his purposes. Next, he asks me several questions 
relating to my age, my trade, and content with my feigned innocence and the 
look of having been born yesterday that I affect, he has me accompany him 
to his apartment, for there was one reserved exclusively for him at 
Guerin's: he did not like being observed while at work, he was certain not 
to be in this place. Both of us having entered, he carefully shuts and 
secures the door, considers me for a moment, then in a rather brutal 
fashion - brutality characterized him throughout the scene - he inquired me 
whether it were indeed true that I had never been fucked in the ass. As my 
role called for total ignorance of the meaning of such an expression, I had 
him repeat it, declared I still understood nothing, and when by means of 
the most unambigious gestures he conveyed what he wished to say, I replied, 
with a stimulated look fo fright and modesty, that I should be a very 
unhappy girl indeed if ever I had lent myself to such infamies. Whereupon 
he told me to remove my skirts, but only my skirts, and once I had obeyed 
him, leaving my blouse down to hide my front, he raised it above my 
buttocks to the height of my bodice; but while he was undressing me my 
neckerchief slipped down, revealing my breasts. He became incensed. 
    "Devil take those damned tits of yours," he cried; "who asked you for 
tits? That's what I can't bear about these creatures, every single impudent 
one of them is wild to show you her miserable bubs." 
    Hastening to cover them over, I approached him to beg his pardon, but 
observing that I was going to exhibit my cunt thanks to the posture I was 
about to assume, he lost his temper a second time: 
    "But, sweet Jesus! Can't you stay put?" he demanded, seizing my 
haunches and turning me so that there was no danger he would catch a 
glimpse of anything but my ass, "stay that way, fuck your eyes, I don't 
care any more of your cunt than I do for your chest, your ass is all you 
need with me." 
    So saying, he stood up and guided me to the edge of the bed upon which 
he installed me in such wise the upper half of my body rested on the bed, 
then, seating himself on a very low stool, he found himself situated 
between my wide-flung legs and his head on a level with my ass. He peers at 
me for another instant, then, deciding I am not yet adjusted as I ought to 
be, up he gets, fetches a cushion, fits it under my belly, thus arching my 
ass more sharply; he sits down again, examines, and goes about everything 
with the sangfroid and confidence of the seasoned and mature libertine. A 
moment passes, then he grasps my two buttocks, spreads them, poses his open 
mouth upon the hole, fastens his lips hermetically to it, and immediately, 
pursuant to the signal he gives me and in obedience to the considerable 
pressure that has built up within me, I unleash a booming fart, possibly 
the most explosive one he has received in all his life; it shoots down his 
gullet and he backs away, furious. 
    "What the devil!" he cries, "so you are so bold as to fart into my 
mouth, are you?" 
    And he straightway claps his mouth to my asshole again. 
    "Yes, Monsieur," I say as I release a second stifler, "that's how I 
deal with gentlemen who kiss my ass." 
    "Very well then! fart, if you must, you little rascal, since you can't 
help it, fart, I say, fart as hard as you like and as often as you can." 
    From this moment onward I cast off all restraint, nothing can express 
the urgency of my desire to give vent to the boisterous winds produced by 
the potion I had drunk earlier; our man is thrilled by them, he receives 
some in his mouth, the others in his nostrils. After fifteen minutes of 
this exercise, he lies down upon the couch, draws me to him, his nose still 
wedged between my buttocks, orders me to frig him and meanwhile to continue 
a ceremony which gives rise in him to such exquisite pleasures. I fart, I 
frig, I manipulate a slack little prick neither much longer nor much 
thicker than my finger, but by dint of buffets, jerks, and farts the 
instrument finally stiffens. The augmentation of our gentleman's pleasure, 
the critical instant's approach is announced by a new iniquity: it is now 
his tongue that provokes my farts, 'tis his tongue that, like a flail, 
darts deep into my anus in order to stir up the winds, 'tis against his 
tongue he wants me to blow those zephyrs, he becomes unreasonable, he is no 
longer in possession of his wits, 'tis clear, and his wretched little 
engine sadly sprinkles seven or eight drops of watery, brownish sperm upon 
my fingers; and now he is restored to his senses. But as his native 
brutality fomented his distraction, so now it replaces it at once, and he 
barely gives me enough time to readjust myself. He scolds, he mutters and 
swears, in one word he offers me the abhorrent image of vice that has 
slaked its thirst, and I am made the butt of that unthinking indelicacy 
which, once its glitter has paled, seeks to find revenge in scorn for the 
worshiped object that latterly captivated the senses. 
    "Now that's a man I prefer to all the others," said the Bishop. "And do 
you know if he had his little sixteen-year-old apprentice the next day?" 
    "Yes, Monseigneur, he did indeed, and the day after that a maid of 
fifteen far prettier yet. As few men used to pay as much, few were better 
served." 
    This passion having stimulated heads so well acquainted with that 
species of disorder, and having put them in mind of a taste they all 
relished. Messieurs simply could not bear waiting any longer to make use of 
it. Each of them plucked what windy fruits there were to be had, neglecting 
no likely sources, then supper arrived, with their gourmandizing pleasures 
they blended nearly all the infamies they had just heard described, the Duc 
got Fanchon tipsy and had the befuddled old thing vomit into his mouth, 
Durcet had the whole harem fart, and in the course of the evening swallowed 
at least threescore mouthfuls of unwholesome air. As for Curval, in whose 
brain all kinds of extravagances danced gaily, he declared he was moved to 
perform some solitary orgies and went off to the remote boudoir, 
accompanied by Fanchon, Marie, Desgranges, and thirty bottles of Champagne 
wine. Later on, all four had to be carried back into society, for they were 
discovered floating in a very tide of their own ordures, and the President 
was found asleep, his mouth fastened to that of Desgranges, who was still 
wearily retching into it. The three other friends aquitted themselves no 
less brilliantly, performing feats in like kind or somewhat different; they 
too had spent their orgy period drinking, they had got the little girls to 
fart, I truly haven't space to tell you all they did, and had it not been 
for Duclos, who coolly kept her wits about her, who when it was abandoned 
by the others assumed the government of the revels, preserved order, and 
put the merrymakers to bed, I repeat that had it not been for Duclos, it is 
very probable indeed that rosy-fingered Dawn, opening the gates of Apollo's 
palace, would have found them lying still plunged in their excrements, 
rather more after the example of swine than like heroes. 
    Needful only of rest, each lay by himself that night, and cradled in 
Morpheus' arms, recovered a little strength for the strenuous new day 
ahead. 




THE SEVENTH DAY
    The friends had ceased to participate in Duclos' nine o'clock lessons. 
Wearied from the night's riot, fearing, furthermore, lest some operation 
might result in loss of fuck at that very early hour, and esteeming, 
finally, that this ceremony was accelerating their indifference to joys and 
to objects whose interest and integrity it was surely to their advantage to 
preserve for a while, they agreed that instead of one of themselves, one of 
the fuckers would hereafter take his turn at the morning exercises. 
    The inspection and searches were conducted, only one little girl was 
wanting to make all eight of them eligible for correction, and she was the 
lovely and intriguing Sophie, a child accustomed to fulfilling all her 
duties; however ridiculous they may have seemed to her, she respected them 
none the less, but Durcet, who had earlier conferred with Louison, her 
governess, so artfully caused her to tumble into the snare that she was 
declared to be at fault and was as a consequence added to the fatal 
register. The sweet Aline, equally subjected to close scrutiny, was also 
judged guilty, and so it was that the evening's list contained mention of 
the eight little girls, four of the little boys, and two from among the 
wives. 
    These tasks accomplished, Messieurs concentrated their thoughts upon 
the marriage highlighting the festival that marked the end of the first 
week. No chapel permissions were granted that day, Monseigneur clad himself 
pontifically, they betook themselves to the altar. The Duc, representing 
the bride's father, and Curval, who represented the young groom's, led 
forth Michette and Giton. Both were extraordinarily arrayed in the most 
formal dress, but also reversedly, that is to say, the little boy was 
costumed as a girl, the little girl wore boy's clothes. We regret to say 
that the sequence we originally established for the treatment of our matter 
obliges us to postpone yet a little longer the pleasure the reader will 
doubtless take in learning the details of this religious ceremony; but the 
appropriate moment for disclosing them will surely arrive, and probably 
fairly soon. 
    Messieurs passed into the salon. It was while awaiting the hour of 
dinner our four libertines, encloseted with that charming little couple, 
had them remove their clothing, and obliged them mutually to perform 
everything in the sphere of matrimonial ritual their age permitted, with 
the single exception of the introduction of the virile member into the 
little girl's vagina, which introduction could perfectly well have been 
effected, for the boy stiffened very satisfactorily, but he was held in 
check in order that nothing might happen to spoil a flower destined for 
plucking by others. But, apart from that, they were allowed to finger and 
caress one another; young Michette polluted her little husband and Giton, 
aided by his masters, frigged his little wife as nicely as you please. 
However, they were both beginning to realize full well the bondage they 
were in, and this recognition prevented voluptuous joy, even that joy their 
young years permitted them to experience, from being born in their little 
hearts. 
    They dined, the bride and the groom assisted at the wedding feast, but 
at coffee, heads having waxed hot over them, they were stripped naked, as 
were Zelamir, Cupidon, Rosette, and Colombe, who were serving coffee. 
Thigh-fuckery having become fashionable at this time of day, Curval laid 
hands on the husband, the Duc captured his bride, and the two men enthighed 
the couple on the spot. The Bishop, who since coffee had been brought in 
had taken a liking to him, now fell ravenously upon the charming Zelamir's 
behind, which he tongued, sucked, and whence he elicited farts, and he soon 
managed to transpierce the little fellow in the same way, while Durcet 
committed his preferred little villainies upon Cupidon's charming behind. 
Our two principal athletes did not discharge; one of them soon had Rosette 
in his clutches, the other Colombe, they slipped their pricks between the 
children's legs and, just as they had with Michette and Giton, ordered them 
to frig, with their pretty little hands and in accordance with the 
instruction they had been receiving, those monstrous prick ends thrusting 
beyond their crotches and out into space; and while the youngsters toiled 
away, the libertines comfortably fingered their helpers' delicious, fresh 
little assholes. And still no fuck shed; Messieurs knew full well what 
delicious chores lay ahead that evening, they proceeded circumspectly. The 
young couple's privileges were abrogated, their marriage, although made in 
keeping with every formality, became no more than a jest; they each of them 
returned to their quatrains, and the company established itself in the 
auditorium. Duclos took up her story. 
    A man with more or less the same predilections as the financier whose 
exploits terminated yesterday evening's recital shall be the athlete whom, 
may it please your Lordships, today's shall begin. He was a crown attorney 
of some sixty years and not only were his eccentricities unusual, but for 
practicing them he would have none but women older than he. Guerin gave him 
one of her friends, an aged procuress whose withered buttocks bore a 
powerful likeness to a crumple of old parchment being used to keep tobacco 
moist. Such, notwithstanding, was to be the object employed for our 
libertine's offerings. He knelt down before that decrepit bum and kissed it 
lovingly; farts were blown up his nose, he waxed ecstatic, opened his 
mouth, the lady opened her vent, his tongue went enthusiastically in quest 
of the mellow winds soughing in that tunnel. He could not resist the 
delirium into which the operation was plunging him. From his breeches he 
has brought out an ancient, pale, shriveled little device, an object as 
ill-favored as the one he deifies. "Ah! Fart, my old sweetie, fart 
thoughtlessly, fart abundantly," he cries, frigging himself with all his 
strength. "Fart, my love, for only thy little farts will break the spell 
binding this slumbering prince." The procuress redoubles her efforts, and, 
drunk with joy, the libertine surrenders his burden: between his goddess' 
legs fall two or three unhappy droplets of the sperm responsible for the 
whole of his delight. 
    O terrible effect of example! Who would have believed it? At the very 
same instant, and quite as if they had received a signal, all four of our 
libertines individually summon the duennas of their quadrilles. They lay 
eager hands upon those foul and rammy asses, solicit farts, obtain them, 
and are fully prepared to be just as happy as the crown attorney, but 
restrain themselves, for they remember the pleasures awaiting them at the 
orgies; whereupon they dismiss each his Venus, and Duclos continues: 
    I shall lay little emphasis upon the following passions, said that 
amiable creature, for I realize that there are not many in your midst, 
Messieurs, who are its votaries; however, you have commanded me to tell 
everything, and I obey. A very young man, a young man with a very handsome 
face, used to find it vastly amusing to lick out my cunt once a month, and 
at a certain period. I would be lying on my back, my legs flung wide, he 
used to kneel in front of me and suck, with both hands lifting my flanks so 
as to bring my cunt to within easy reach. He swallowed both fuck and blood, 
for he managed so adroitly, worked with such good will, and was such a 
pretty lad I used to discharge. He would frig himself, would be in seventh 
heaven, nothing evidently could afford him so much pleasure, and the 
hottest, the most ardent discharge, performed while in action, used always 
to convince me of his high humor. The following day he would usually see 
Aurore, not long afterward it would be my sister, and in the course of the 
month he would pass us all in review, and he doubtless made the rounds of 
every other whorehouse in Paris at the same time. 
    But, Messieurs, I believe you will concur in my judgment when I say 
that the aforementioned caprice is no more singular than that of another 
gentleman, an old friend of Guerin, who had been furnishing him for years. 
She assured us that all his joy consisted in eating expelled ovulations and 
in lapping up miscarriages; he would be notified whenever a girl found 
herself in that case, he would rush to the house and swallow the embryo, 
half swooning with satisfaction. 
    "I knew that particular man," said Curval. "His existence and his 
tastes are as authentic as anything else in the world." 
    "Perhaps," said the Bishop. "And I know something just as certain as 
your man, and that is I'd not imitate him." 
    "And why, pray tell?" asked the President. "I am convinced it would 
produce a lively discharge, and were Constance to grant me her kind 
permission, for I hear she's gravid now, why, I can promise her I'll fetch 
Monsieur her son along before he's fully done, and I'll toss him off like a 
sardine." 
    "Oh, all the world knows your horror of pregnant women," cried 
Constance, "and everyone also knows you only got rid of Adelaide's mother 
because she conceived a second time, and if Julie were to take my advice, 
she'd be careful." 
    "Why yes, 'tis perfectly true that I am not fond of progeny," quoth 
Curval, "and that when the beast is laden it quickens a furious loathing in 
me, but to imagine I killed my wife on that account is to be gravely 
mistaken. Bitch that you are, get it into your head that I have no need of 
reasons in order to kill a woman, above all a bitch that, were she mine, 
I'd very surely keep from whelping." 
    Constance and Adelaide fell to weeping, and this brief dialogue 
revealed something of the secret hatred the President bore for the charming 
wife of the Duc who, for his part, very far from supporting her in 
discussion, replied to Curval, saying that he ought perfectly well to know 
that he, Blangis, was equally illdisposed to offspring, and that although 
Constance was pregnant, she had not yet given birth. And at this point 
Constance's tears flowed all the faster; she was on her father's couch, and 
Durcet, not taxing himself to comfort her, advised her daughter that if she 
did not cease her blubbering that instant, her state notwithstanding, he 
was going to boot her ass out of the auditorium. The hapless creature shed 
inwardly upon her heart the tears wherewith she was reproached, and was 
content to say: "Alas, Great God! very wretched am I, but 'tis my fate, I 
must endure it." Adelaide, who had also been weeping away on the Duc's 
couch and whose distress the Duc had been moving heaven and earth to 
increase, also managed to dry her tears, and this scene, somewhat tragical 
although very mirthful to our four libertines' villainous souls, ground to 
an end, and Duclos resumed her tale: 
    In Guerin's establishment there was a room most curiously constructed, 
and it was always used by one man. It had a double floor, and this narrow 
between-stories area, where there was only space enough to lie down, served 
to lodge the uncommon breed of libertine in the interests of whose passion 
I had regular employment. He would take a girl and, descending through a 
trap door, would lie down and arrange himself in such a manner his head was 
directly below a hole that had been bored in the floor above; the girl 
accompanying him had the single chore of frigging him, and I, located 
above, had simply to do the same thing for a second man. The hole, obscure 
and seemingly a natural flaw in the planks, remained uncovered as if 
through negligence, and I, acting at the behest of tidiness, eager to avoid 
spotting the floor, would while manualizing my man direct his fuck so that 
it fell through the hole and, consequently, upon the face of the gentleman 
below. It was all managed with such skill nothing seemed out of place, and 
the operation would be a success each time: at the moment the fuck frigged 
from the person above splashed upon the nose of the person being frigged 
below, the latter would unleash his own, and that was all there was to it. 
    However, the elderly dame I mentioned not long ago reappeared, but she 
was to be pitted against a different champion. This new one, a man of about 
fifty, had her remove her clothes and then licked out every orifice in her 
old corpse: ass, cunt, mouth, nostrils, armpits, ears, he omitted nothing, 
and with each sucking the rascal swallowed whatever he obtained. And he 
went further still, he had her chew slices of pastry which he would then 
have out of her mouth and into his, and swallow. He would have her keep 
mouthfuls of wine she had gargled or swished about, he would have them from 
her, and drink them too; and all the while his prick would be so furiously 
erected that the fuck seemed ready to fly all unaided. Finally he would 
sense the crucial instant's arrival and, hurling himself upon the crone, he 
would thrust his tongue at least six inches into her asshole and discharge 
like a madman. 
    "Ah, by God!" said Curval, "will you now say that youth and pretty 
looks are indispensable to an elicitation of fuck? Why, once again 'tis the 
filthy act that causes the greatest pleasure: and the filthier it be, the 
more voluptuously fuck is shed." 
    "Those are the piquant salts," Durcet concurred, "which as they are 
exhaled from the object serving our lust, enter us and irritate our animal 
spirits, put them in a commotion; well now, who is it doubts that 
everything derelict, maculate, or stinking secretes a greater quantity of 
these salts and hence has a greater capacity for stimulating and 
determining our discharge?"     This thesis was soberly discussed for a 
little while; as there was a quantity of work to be done after supper, it 
was served earlier than was customary, and at dessert the little girls, 
every one of them condemned to do penance, departed for the salon where 
they were to be corrected together with the four boys and the two wives who 
also lay under sentence. That made fourteen victims: the eight girls, whose 
names the reader knows, Adelaide and Aline, and four youths: Narcisse, 
Cupidon, Zelamir, and Giton. Already drunk with anticipation of the 
particular delight that was awaiting them and of which they were incredibly 
fond, they completed their intoxication by imbibing a prodigious amount of 
wine and liqueurs, and then removed to the salon where the patients were 
awaiting them, and such was Messieurs' common state, so besotted were they, 
in such lecherous fury did they enter, that there is surely no one in the 
wide world who would have wished to exchange places with those unlucky 
culprits. 
    Attendance at the orgies was that day confined to the delinquents and 
the four elders who were there as servants; everyone was naked, everyone 
trembled, everyone was weeping and wondering what to expect when the 
President, taking his seat in a tall armchair, bade Durcet announce the 
name of each criminal, and cite his offense. Durcet's face was as wrathful 
as his colleague's, he took up the register and undertook to read from it, 
but encountered difficulties and was unable to proceed; the Bishop came to 
his rescue, and although quite as drunk as the banker, held his wine with 
greater success and in a loud voice read one after the other the names of 
the guilty and their faults; and after each citation the President 
pronounced sentence in keeping with the physical faculties and age of the 
criminal, but the punishment decreed was in every instance severe all the 
same. This ceremony concluded, punishment was inflicted. We are in despair, 
for here we are once again forced by the design or our history to make a 
little detour: yes, we must for the time being omit describing those 
lubricious corrections, but our readers will not hold it against us; they 
appreciate our inability to give them complete satisfaction at the present 
moment; but they can be sure of it, their time will come. 
    The ceremony lasted a very long time. There were fourteen subjects to 
punish, and some very pleasant episodes interrupted the proceedings. No 
doubt of it, everything was delicious, for our scoundrels discharged, all 
four of them, and retired so weary, so drunk with wine and pleasure, that 
had it not been for the four fuckers who came to fetch them, they might not 
have reached their chambers where, despite all they had just accomplished, 
further lewd exploits were performed. 
    The Duc, who had Adelaide for his bed companion that night, did not 
want her. She had been one of the delinquents punished, and punished so 
well by him that he, having poured out every drop of his fuck in her honor, 
had no more need of her that evening and, relegating her to a mattress on 
the floor, he gave her place to Duclos, more firmly installed in his good 
graces than ever. 




THE EIGHTH DAY
    The previous day's examples having made a deep impression, no one was 
found, no one could be found wanting the next day. The lessons continued, 
they were executed upon the fuckers, and as the day produced no outstanding 
event until coffee, we will begin our account with that little rite. Coffee 
was served by Augustine, Zelmire, Narcisse, and Zephyr. The thigh-fuckeries 
began again, Curval laid hands on Zelmire, the Duc on Augustine, and after 
having admired and kissed their pretty buttocks which, I truly don't know 
why, that day possessed a charm, an attraction, a blush of vermilion the 
friends had not hitherto remarked, after, I say, our libertines had 
thoroughly kissed and caressed those exquisite little asses, farts were 
elicited from them; the Bishop, who had Narcisse in his grip, had already 
procured himself some, Zephyr's could be heard spluttering into Durcet's 
mouth - why not imitate them? Zelmire succeeded, but Augustine had striven 
with might and main, the Duc had threatened her with another Saturday 
martyrdom, with punishment as severe as what she had just suffered the day 
before, but strains and struggles, menaces and imprecations were all in 
vain, nothing emerged from the poor little creature, she was already in 
tears when a driblet at length appeared and satisfied the Duc who inhaled 
the aroma and, highly pleased with this mark of docility in the pretty 
child of whom he was so fond, he camped his enormous engine between her 
thighs, then withdrew it as he was about to discharge, and totally 
inundated her two buttocks. Curval had done the same to Zelmire, but the 
Bishop and Durcet contented themselves with what is known as the little 
goosing; later, their nap over, they passed into the auditorium, where the 
splendid Duclos, arrayed that day in everything that could most 
successfully cause an observer to forget her age, appeared even lovelier 
under the candlelight, and our libertines, grown very hot with much looking 
at her, were loath to allow her to ascend to the platform without first 
having her exhibit her buttocks to the assembly. 
    "A magnificent ass, upon my soul," said Curval. 
    "Oh, indeed, my friend," said Durcet, "I warrant there are few better 
to be seen." 
    These encomiums heard, our heroine lowered her skirts, took her seat, 
and resumed her story in such wise as the reader shall observe, if he be 
pleased to continue, which we advise that he do for the sake of his 
pleasure. 
    A reflection and an event were responsible, Messieurs, for the shift in 
battlefields; the digladiations I shall from now on relate were performed 
in other surroundings. The reflection was a most simple one: I remarked the 
lamentable condition of my purse, and straightway was set to thinking. I 
had been nine years at Madame Guerin's, and although, during that time, I 
had disbursed very little, I now found myself without even a hundred louis; 
that woman, extremely clever and never once deaf to the pleading of her own 
welfare, always found a way to pocket two-thirds of the house's receipts 
and to impose additional deductions upon the remainder. These practices 
displeased me and, subject to repeated solicitations from another 
procuress, Madame Fournier, who wanted nothing more than to have me settle 
down with her, and knowing that this Fournier received elderly debauchees 
of a higher tone and greater means than Guerin's clientele, I decided to 
take my leave of the one and throw in my lot with the other. As for the 
event which lent support to my ideas, it was the loss of my sister: I had 
grown very attached to her, and I could no longer remain in a house where 
everything reminded me of her but whence she was absent. 
    For nearly six months that dear sister had been receiving visits from a 
tall, dark, and silent man whose face I found exceedingly disagreeable. 
They would retire together, and I do not know how they passed their time, 
for never did my sister want to discuss what they did, and never did they 
cavort in a place where I could view their commerce. In any event, she came 
into my room one fine morning, embraced me, and said that her fortune was 
made, she was to be the mistress of the tall man I disliked, and I learned 
only that the deciding factor in her conquest was the beauty of her 
buttocks. And with that she gave me her address, settled her accounts with 
Guerin, gave each of us a farewell kiss, and left. You may be sure that I 
did not fail to go the indicated address, for I wished to see her. It was 
two days after her departure; I arrived, asked for my sister, and my 
request was answered by shrugs and blank expressions. I saw perfectly clear 
that my sister had been duped, for I could not imagine she would have 
deprived me of the pleasure of her company. When I related the thing to 
Guerin and complained of what had happened, a malign smile crept over her 
face. She refused to explain herself; hence I concluded she was embroiled 
in this mysterious adventure but did not want me to become involved in it. 
It all had a deep effect upon me and brought a swift end to my unresolve; 
as, Messieurs, I shall have no occasion to speak of that beloved sister in 
future, I may say now that, notwithstanding the inquiries I had made and 
the lengths to which I went to find her, I was never able to discover what 
had become of her. 
    "I dare say not," Desgranges observed, "for, twenty-four hours after 
having left you, she was no longer alive. No, she did not deceive you; 
rather, she was herself deceived. But, as you surmised, Guerin knew what 
was afoot." 
    "Merciful Heavens! what are you telling me?" cried Duclos. "Alas! 
though deprived of the sight of her, I still imagined she was alive." 
    "Most erroneously," Desgranges replied. "She told you the strict truth: 
it was indeed the beauty of her buttocks, the astonishing superiority of 
that memorable ass that procured her the adventure in which she flattered 
herself a fortune was to be earned, but wherein she gained death only." 
    "And the tall silent man?" Duclos asked. 
    "He was no more than the courtier in the story, he was working for 
another." 
    "Yet, I tell you, he saw her assiduously for six months." 
    "In order to deceive her," Desgranges answered; "but go on with your 
tale, these clarifications might prove tedious to their Lordships, and 
should they wish to hear more of the matter, they may rest assured the 
anecdote will figure in my depositions." 
    "And spare us any emotional demonstrations, Duclos," said the Duc 
dryly, upon noticing that it was all she could do to keep back a few 
involuntary tears, "we don't much care for regrets and grievings, you know; 
as a matter of fact, all the works of Nature could be blown to hell and 
we'd not emit so much as a sigh. Leave tears to idiots and children, and 
may they never soil the cheeks of a clearheaded, clear-thinking woman, the 
sort we esteem." 
    With these words, our heroine took herself in hand and resumed her 
narrative at once. 
    Owing to the two reasons I have just presented to your Lordships, I 
made up my mind to leave; Fournier offered me better accommodations, a far 
more interesting table, much more remunerative although more arduous work, 
an equal share in the receipts, and service charges. I went to her at once. 
At that time she occupied an entire house, and five pretty young girls 
composed her seraglio; I made the sixth. You will allow me to proceed again 
as earlier I did when describing Guerin's establishment: I will not portray 
my companions-at-arms until one by one they step into the arena. 
    On the morrow of my arrival, I was given a project, for Fournier ran a 
bustling house, people came and went all the time, each of us would often 
receive five or six clients in the space of a day; but I shall continue, as 
I have until now, to select none but those who, by dint of singularity or 
piquancy, are apt to arrest your attention. 
    The first man I welcomed in my new habitation was a disbursing 
official, aged about fifty. He had me kneel by the bed with my chin resting 
on its edge; he established himself on the bed, kneeling also, and above 
me. He frigged his prick squarely into my mouth, commanding me to keep it 
wide open; I lost not a drop, and the bawdy fellow was prodigiously amused 
by the contortions and efforts to vomit this disgusting mouthwash caused in 
me. 
    You will perhaps prefer me to group the four other adventures in this 
category I had at Madame Fournier´s, although you understand, Messieurs, 
that these encounters were separated in time. I am certain the telling will 
be far from displeasing to Monsieur Durcet, and perhaps very opportune, and 
for the rest of the evening he will most kindly permit me to entertain him 
with accounts of a passion for which he has enthusiasm, and which procured 
me the honor of making his acquaintance. 
    "What's this?" exclaimed Durcet; "you are going to have me play a role 
in your story?" 
    "With your gracious leave, my Lord," Duclos replied. "I shall simply 
advise Messieurs when I reach the point where you make your entrance." 
    "But my modesty . . . oh dear, oh dear! Before these little girls, do 
you mean you intend to disclose all my turpitudes to their innocent 
hearing?" 
    And everyone having chuckled over the financier's whimsical fears, 
Duclos resumed her narrative. 
    Another libertine, much older and in a different way digusting, 
succeeded the one I mentioned a moment ago, and came to give me a second 
representation of the same mania; he had me stretch out naked upon a bed, 
stretched out himself, his head to my toe, popped his prick in my mouth and 
his tongue in my cunt, and having adopted this attitude, bade me make 
return for the voluptuous titillations he declared his tongue was very 
certainly going to procure for me. I sucked as best I could; he had my 
pucelage, he licked, bubbled, splashed about and, without doubt, in all 
these maneuvers, labored infinitely more in his own behalf than in mine. 
Whatever may have been the truth, I felt nothing, and was exceedingly happy 
not to be horribly revolted by the whole affair; there ensued the roue's 
discharge, an operation which, in accordance with Fournier's earnest 
wishes, for she had given me foreknowledge of everything, an operation, I 
say, which I strove to make as lubricious as possible by sucking, by 
wringing the juice from his prick with my lips, by swishing it about in my 
mouth, and by running my hand over his buttocks and tickling his anus, 
which last detail, he indicated, pleased him very much, and which he 
performed on me in turn as best he could. . . . The business completed, our 
man beat his retreat, assuring Madame Fournier that never yet had he been 
outfitted with a girl who gave him more satisfaction than I. 
    Shortly after this latest of my exploits, an old witch of about seventy 
came to our house; I was curious to know what brought her to us, she seemed 
to have an expectant air, and, yes, I was told that she was awaiting a 
customer. Extremely eager to see to what purpose the old bag of bones was 
going to be put, I asked my companions whether there were not a room from 
which one might have a view of the bouts, as had been possible at Guerin's. 
One of my friends replied that indeed such facilities were available and 
led me to a chamber equipped with not one, but two holes; we took our 
posts, and this is what we saw and heard, for the wall was no more than a 
thin partition, and sound traversed it so easily we lost not a word. The 
old dame arrived first. She looked at herself in a mirror, primped, made 
adjustments, as if she fancied her charms were yet capable of conquering. A 
few minutes later, in walked this Chloë's Daphnis; he was sixty at the 
most, a tax commissioner, a man who was very comfortably well off and who 
preferred spending his money upon worn-out sluts, old trash like this, 
rather than upon pretty girls; and why? 'Twas a singularity of taste you 
say that you understand, Messieurs, and indeed you explain the thing 
admirably. He advances, surveying his Dulcinea; she makes him a bow of 
deepest respect. 
    "No nonsense, you old bitch," says the rake, "I don't care for elegant 
manners. Get out of your clothes. . . . But wait just one moment. Have you 
any teeth?" 
    "No, Sire, not a one is left in my head," quoth the lady, opening her 
foul old mouth. "See for yourself, may it please your Lordship." 
    Whereupon up steps his Lordship and, grasping her head, he deposits 
upon her lips one of the most passionate kisses I have seen in all my life; 
not merely did he kiss, but he sucked, he devoured, most amorously he 
darted his tongue far, far into that putrid gullet, and the dear old 
grandmother, of whom not so much had been made in many a long year, replied 
with a tenderness which . . . I should have much difficulty describing to 
you. 
    "Very well," said the official, "that will do. Off with your clothes." 
    Meanwhile, he too undoes his breeches and brings out a little dark and 
wrinkled member about which there is nothing at all that promises an early 
erection. However, the old girl is naked, and with unimaginable effrontery 
comes up to offer her lover the sight of an ancient, yellow, and shriveled 
body, dry, shapeless, and unfleshed, the full description whereof, 
irrespective of your particular fancies in such matters, would so fill you 
with horror it were better for me to say no more; but far from being 
disgusted, repelled, upset by what greets his eye, our libertine is 
positively enchanted; ecstatic, he seizes her, draws her to where he is 
seated in a chair, manualizes her while waiting for her to remove a last 
stitch of clothing, again darts his tongue into her mouth and, turning her 
around, for a moment pays his respects to the other side of the coin. I 
very distinctly saw him fondle her buttocks - but what am I saying? 
buttocks? rather, I saw him manipulate the two wrinkled rags which fell in 
waves and little ripples from her haunches and lay flapping on her thighs. 
Well, such as they were he drew them apart, voluptuously fastened his lips 
upon the infamous cloaca they enclosed, drove his tongue repeatedly 
thereinto, and while he sweated happily over this ruin, she struggled to 
give some firmness to the moribund device she was rattling. 
    "Let's get to the heart of the matter," said her beloved; "without my 
favorite stunts, all your attempts will be useless. You've been told?" 
    "Yes, Monsieur, I have been told." 
    "And you know you've got to swallow?" 
    "Yes, my dearie, I'll swallow, oh yes, my little cabbage, my pet, down 
it'll go, I'll devour every little drop my duckling makes." 
    And therewith the libertine deposits her on the bed, her head lying 
toward its foot, he straightway pops his limp engine between her gums, 
drives doughtily in up to the balls, wriggles about until, seizing his 
delight's legs and perching them upon his shoulders, his snout is nicely 
lodged between the old creature's buttocks. His tongue wanders deep into 
that exquisite hole; the honeybee going in quest of the rose's nectar sucks 
not more voluptuously; the lady sucks too, our hero begins to stir. "Ah, 
fuck!" he cries after a quarter of an hour of this libidinous calisthenic, 
"suck me, suck me, suck and swallow it, you filthy buggress, swallow, for 
it's coming, by Jesus' sweet face, it's coming, don't you feel it?" And 
flinging kisses here and there, scattering kisses upon everything in sight, 
thighs, vagina, buttocks, anus, everything gets licked, everything is 
sucked, the old bitch gulps, and the poor old wreck, who withdraws as slack 
a device as the one he inserted, and who has apparently discharged 
unerected, goes tottering out all ashamed of his transports, and as 
promptly as ever he can gains the door in order to avoid the sobering sight 
of the appalling object which has just seduced him in his weakness. 
    "And the old bitch?" inquired the Duc. 
    The old bitch coughed, spat, blew her nose, dressed with all possible 
dispatch, and left. 
    A few days later, the same companion thanks to whom I had been able to 
enjoy witnessing this scene had her turn. She was a blond girl of about 
sixteen, with the world's most interesting physiognomy; I eagerly seized 
the opportunity to see her at work. The man with whom she was to hold 
conference was at least as old as the tax commissioner. He had her kneel 
between his legs, immobilized her head by catching hold of her ears, and 
snapped into her startled mouth a prick which looked to me to be dirtier 
and more unappetizing than a rag left to soak in the gutter. Observing that 
frightful morsel approaching her clean healthy lips, my poor colleague was 
moved to back away, but it was not for nothing our gentleman held her like 
a spaniel by the ears. 
    "What the devil's this?" he muttered. "Are you going to be difficult?" 
    And threatening to summon Fournier, who had doubtless recommended the 
most conciliatory attitude to her, he triumphed over her hesitations. She 
opens her lips, retreats, opens them again and finally, gagging and 
spluttering, accepts into that sweetest of mouths that most infamous of 
relics; from this point onward, the villain's speech was exceedingly rude. 
    "Ah, you little slut!" he shouted in a rage, "you've got scruples, have 
you, about sucking the finest prick in France? You suppose, do you, that 
one's got to wash one's balls just for your sake? Well, fuck you, bitch: 
suck, do you hear? suck the sweetmeat." 
    Waxing very hot thanks to these sarcasms and the revulsion he noticed 
he was inspiring my companion, for true it is, Messieurs, that the loathing 
you quicken in us becomes the gadfly that arouses your pleasure, stings 
your lust; waxing most ardent, I say, the libertine plunged into an ecstasy 
and left in the poor girl's mouth the most definite evidence of his 
virility. Less complaisant than the old woman, she swallowed nothing, and 
far more revolted, a moment later she retched her stomach empty, and our 
libertine, readjusting himself without paying much attention to what she 
was about, laughed sneeringly between his teeth, amused by his 
libertinage's cruel consequences. 
    My turn came next. But more fortunate than my two predecessors, it was 
Cupid himself I was turned over, and after having satisfied him I was left 
with nothing but wonder to find tastes so peculiar in a young man so well 
framed to please. He arrives, he has me take off what I am wearing and lies 
down upon the bed, orders me to squat above his face and with my mouth 
proceed to try to wring a discharge from a very mediocre prick, for which 
however he has words of praise and whose fuck he entreats me to swallow as 
soon as I feel it flow. 
    "But don't waste the occasion to idleness," the little libertine added, 
"meanwhile, I'd have that cunt of yours flood urine into my mouth, I 
promise you I'll swallow it as you shall my fuck, and I'd be delighted to 
sniff a few farts from that splendid ass." 
    I fell to the task and simultaneously executed my three chores with 
such skill and grace that the little anchovy soon vomited all its fury into 
my mouth; I swallowed heartily, my Adonis likewise made short shrift of the 
piss that poured out of my crack and, while he drank, he inhaled the 
fragrance that a continual stream of farts bore to his nostrils. 
    "Forsooth, Mademoiselle," murmured Durcet, "you could surely have 
dispensed with disclosures that portray all my youthful childishness." 
    "Ha!" said the Duc with a merry laugh, "well indeed! You who scarcely 
dare look at a cunt today, do you mean to say you used to have 'em piss in 
the old days?" 
    "'Tis true," said Durcet, "I blush to admit it, for what could be more 
dreadful than to have such turpitudes upon one's conscience? Oh, I 
presently feel the heavy weight of remorse, my friend. . . . O delicious 
asses!" he exclaimed, in his enthusiasm kissing Sophie's which he had drawn 
close for a minute's fondling, "O divine asses! how I reproach myself for 
the incense I deprived you of! O delicious fundaments, I promise you an 
expiatory sacrifice, I swear upon your altars never again while I live to 
stray from the paths of rectitude." 
    And that splendid behind having heated him somewhat, the libertine 
placed the novice in what was doubtless an exceedingly indecent posture but 
one in which he was able, as has been seen above, to give his little 
anchovy to be sucked while sucking the tidiest, freshest, most voluptuous 
of asses. But Durcet, become now too blase, too surfeited with that 
pleasure, only very rarely found it invigorating; one could suck all one 
wished, he could do the same till his lips cracked, 'twas always the same: 
he would withdraw in the same collapsed state and, cursing and swearing at 
the girl, would regularly postpone until some happier moment the pleasures 
Nature denied him then. 
    Not everyone was so unfortunate; the Duc, who had passed into his 
closet with Zelamir, Bum-Cleaver, and Therèse, emitted shouts and bellows 
which attested to his happiness, and Colombe, hawking and spitting in great 
earnestness, left precious little doubt about the temple at which he had 
done his worshiping. As for the Bishop, reclining upon his couch in the 
most natural manner, Adelaide's buttocks pinching his nose and his prick in 
her mouth, he was in seventh heaven, for he was having a wealth of farts 
out of the young woman; Curval, in an extremely upright state, plugged 
Hebe's little mouth with his outsized stopper, and yielded up his fuck as 
he resorted to other stunts. 
    Mealtime arrived. The Duc wished to advance the thesis that if 
happiness consisted in the entire satisfaction of all the senses, it were 
difficult to be happier than were they. 
    "The remark is not a libertine's," said Durcet. "How can you be happy 
if you are able constantly to satisfy yourself? It is not in desire's 
consummation happiness consists, but in the desire itself, in hurdling the 
obstacles placed before what one wishes. Well, what is the perspective 
here? One needs but wish and one has. I swear to you," he continued, "that 
since my arrival here my fuck has not once flowed because of the objects I 
find about me in this castle. Every time, I have discharged over what is 
not here, what is absent from this place, and so it is," the financier 
declared, "that, according to my belief, there is one essential thing 
lacking to our happiness. It is the pleasure of comparison, a pleasure 
which can only be born of the sight of wretched persons, and here one sees 
none at all. It is from the sight of him who does not in the least enjoy 
what I enjoy, and who suffers, that comes the charm of being able to say to 
oneself: 'I am therefore happier than he.' Wherever men may be found equal, 
and where these differences do not exist, happiness shall never exist 
either: it is the story of the man who only knows full well what health is 
worth after he has been ill." 
    "In that case," said the Bishop, "you would maintain as a real source 
of pleasure the act of going and contemplating the tears of persons 
stricken by misery?" 
    "Most assuredly," Durcet replied. "In all the world there is perhaps no 
voluptuousness that more flatters the senses than the one you cite." 
    "What? You would not succor the lowly and wretched?" exclaimed the 
Bishop who took the most genuine delight in engaging Durcet to expetiate 
upon a question whose examination was so much to the taste of them all and 
upon which, they knew, the financier was able to deliver some very sound 
opinions. 
    "What is it you term succor?" Durcet responded. "For the voluptuousness 
I sense and which is the result of this sweet comparison of their condition 
with mine, would cease to exist were I to succor them: by extricating them 
from a state of wretchedness, I should cause them to taste an instant's 
happiness, thus destroying the distinction between them and myself, thus 
destroying all the pleasure afforded by comparison." 
    "Well then, following that," reasoned the Duc, "one should in one way 
or another, so as the better to establish that distinction indispensable to 
happiness, one should, I say, rather aggravate their plight." 
    "There is no doubting it," said Durcet, "and that explains the infamies 
of which I have been accused all my life. Those who are in perfect 
ignorance of my motives," the banker continued, "call me harsh, ferocious, 
barbaric, but, laughing at these divers denominations, I go merrily on; I 
cause, I dare say, what fools describe as atrocities, but thereby I have 
created pleasure-giving distinctions and have made many a delectable 
comparison." 
    "Come now," said the Duc, "confess, my dear fellow: admit that upon 
more than a score of occasions you have engineered the ruin of some poor 
folk, simply by that means to serve the perverse tastes you have just 
acknowledged." 
    "More than a score?" said Durcet. "More than ten score, my friend, and, 
without the slightest exaggeration, I could enumerate above four hundred 
families reduced to beggardom, a state in which they'd not now be 
languishing had it not been for me." 
    "And," said Curval, "I fancy you have profited from their ruin?" 
    "Why yes, that has very frequently been the case, but I must also 
confess that often enough I have acted not to gain, but purely to undo, at 
the behest of that certain wickedness which almost always awakens the 
organs of lubricity in me; my prick positively jumps when I do evil, in 
evil I discover precisely what is needed to stimulate in me all of 
pleasure's sensations, and I perform evil for that reason, for it alone, 
without any ulterior motive." 
    "Upon my soul," declared the President, "I own I fancy nothing better 
than that taste. When I was in Parliament I must have voted at least a 
hundred times to have some poor devil hanged; they were all innocent, you 
know, and I would never indulge in that little injustice without 
experiencing, deep within me, a most voluptuous titillation: no more was 
needed to inflame my balls, nothing used to heat them more certainly. You 
can imagine what I felt when I did worse." 
    "It is certain," said the Duc, whose brain was beginning to warm as he 
fingered Zephyr, "that crime has sufficient charm of itself to ignite all 
the senses, without one having to resort to any other expedient; no one 
understands better than I that enormities and malpractices, even those at 
the most extreme remove from libertine misbehavior, are quite as capable of 
inciting an erection as those which lie directly within the sphere of 
libertinage. The man who is addressing you at this very instant has owed 
spasms to stealing, murdering, committing arson, and he is perfectly sure 
that it is not the object of libertine intentions which fire us, but the 
idea of evil, and that consequently it is thanks only to evil and only in 
the name of evil one stiffens, not thanks to the object, and were this 
object to be divested of the power to cause us to do evil, our prick would 
droop, 'twould interet us no more." 
    "What could be more certain than that?" the Bishop demanded. "And 
thence is born another certitude: the greatest pleasure is derived from the 
most infamous source. The doctrine which must perpetually govern our 
conduct is this: the more pleasure you seek in the depths of crime, the 
more frightful the crime must be; as for myself, Messieurs," added the 
Bishop, "if I may be permitted to speak personally, I affirm that I have 
reached the point of no longer being susceptible of this sensation you have 
been discussing, of no longer experiencing it, I say, as a result of lesser 
or minor crimes, and if the one I perpetrate does not combine as much of 
the atrocious, of the base, of the vicious, of the deceitful, of the 
treacherous as may be possibly imagined, the sensation is not merely faint, 
there is no sensation at all." 
    "Very well," said Durcet, "is it possible to commit crimes such as 
these our minds yearn after, crimes like those you mention? For my part, I 
must declare that my imagination has always outdistanced my faculties; I 
lack the means to do what I would do, I have conceived of a thousand times 
more and better than I have done, and I have ever had complaint against 
Nature who, while giving me the desire to outrage her, has always deprived 
me of the means." 
    "There are," said Curval, "but two or three crimes to perform in this 
world, and they, once done, there's no more to be said; all the rest is 
inferior, you cease any longer to feel. Ah, how many times, by God, have I 
not longed to be able to assail the sun, snatch it out of the universe, 
make a general darkness, or use that star to burn the world! oh, that would 
be a crime, oh yes, and not a little misdemeanor such as are all the ones 
we perform who are limited in a whole year's time to metamorphosing a dozen 
creatures into lumps of clay." 
    Whereupon, their minds having waxed gay and hot, as two or three young 
girls had already had cause to remark, and their pricks beginning to rise, 
they left the table and went in search of pretty mouths, thereinto to pour 
the floods of that liquor whose too insistent throbbings promoted the 
utterance of so many horrors. That evening they confined themselves to 
mouth pleasures, but invented a hundred manners of varying them, and when 
they had run, all four of them, each a magnificent race, in a few hours of 
repose they sought to find the strength necessary to starting out afresh. 




THE NINTH DAY
    That morning Duclos expressed her opinion, saying she held it prudent 
either to offer the little girls new patients to replace the fuckers then 
being employed in the masturbation exercises, or to terminate their 
lessons, for she believed their education sufficiently advanced. Duclos 
very astutely pointed out that by continued use of the young men known by 
their title of fucker, there might result that species of intrigue 
Messieurs wished especially to prevent; moreover, she added, for such 
exercises these young men were worth nothing at all; since they were prone 
to discharge immediately after they were touched, their skittishness or 
incontinence ought certainly be better exploited, Messieurs' asses had only 
to lose if the program remained unchanged. It was therefore decided that 
the lessons would cease; they had generally succeeded, there were already 
amongst the little girls a few who frigged masterfully: Augustine, Sophie, 
and Colombe could easily have been matched, what for skill and nimbleness 
of wrist, against the capital's most famous friggers. Of them all, Zelmire 
was least adept: not that she lacked agility or that considerable science 
was not conspicious in all her motions, no, but it was her tender and 
melancholic character which stood in her way, she seemed unable to forget 
her sorrows, she was sad and pensive at all times. At that morning's 
breakfast inspection tour, her duenna affirmed she had the previous evening 
caught the child in a prayerful attitude, flagrantly on her knees before 
retiring; Zelmire was summoned, questioned, she was asked the subject of 
her prayers; she at first refused to answer, then, threats having been 
employed, she fell to weeping and admitted she had besought God to deliver 
her from the perils wherewith she was beset, and had above all prayed that 
help would come before her virginity were lost. The Duc thereupon declared 
she deserved to die, and made her read the articles which dealt 
specifically with this subject. 
    "Very well," she sighed, "kill me, at least the God I invoke shall have 
pity upon me, kill me before you dishonor me, and that soul I have devoted 
to Him will at least fly in purity to His breast. I shall be delivered of 
the torment of seeing and hearing so many horrors every day." 
    A reply wherein reigned such a quantity of virtue, of candid innocence, 
and of gracious amenity caused our libertines prodigiuosly to stiffen. 
There were voices that called out for her instantaneous depucelation, but 
the Duc, reminding his cohorts of the inviolable contract they had 
subscribed to, was content to propose - and his suggestion was unanimously 
approved - that she be condemned to punished very violently the following 
Saturday and that, in the meantime, she kneel and for fifteen minutes take 
into her mouth and suck each friend's prick, and that she be given by way 
of warning the assurance that, were she to repeat her error, it would 
decidedly cost her her life, for she would be judged and punished to the 
fullest extent of the law. The poor little thing crawled up to accomplish 
the first part of her penance, but the Duc, whom the ceremony had aroused, 
and who after having pronounced sentence had prodigiously fondled her ass, 
like the villain he was, shot all his boiling seed into that pretty little 
mouth, in so doing threatening to strangle her if she spat out a drop, and 
the poor little wretch swallowed it all, not without furious repugnances. 
The three others were similarly sucked one after the other, but yielded 
nothing, and after the usual visit to the boys' quarters and the excursion 
to the chapel, which that morning produced little because almost everyone 
had been refused permission to join the party, the meal was served, and 
then Messieurs entered the salon for coffee. 
    It was served by Fanny, Sophie, Hyacinthe, and Zelamir; Curval fancied 
he might thigh-fuck Hyacinthe, and obliged Sophie to post herself in such a 
way as to be able to suck that length of his prick which protruded beyond 
Hyacinthe's tightly squeezed legs. The scene was pleasant and inspiriting, 
he frigged the little chap he held hugged to his belly, and Hyacinthe 
discharged upon Sophie's face; the Duc, who owing to the dimensions of his 
prick was the only other one who could imitate this performance, likewise 
arranged himself with Zelamir and Fanny, but the lad had not yet reached 
the discharging age, and thus the nobleman had to do without the very 
agreeable episode Curval considered so enjoyable. After they had finished, 
Durcet and the Bishop took charge of the four children and had themselves 
sucked, but no one discharged, and after a brief nap, the company moved 
into the auditorium where, everyone having assumed his place, Duclos went 
on with her disclosures. 
    Before any other audience, said that amiable girl, I might shrink at 
broaching the subject of the narratives wherewith this entire week we shall 
be occupied, but however crapulous that subject, I am too well acquainted 
with your tastes, Messieurs, to be in any wise apprehensive. No, I believe 
you'll not be displeased; quite the contrary, I am convinced you will find 
my anecdotes agreeable. I ought however to advise you that you are about to 
hear of abominable, filthy goings on; but whose ears could be better made 
to appreciate them? your hearts love and desire them, hence I enter into 
the matter without further delay or ambages. 
    At Madame Fournier's we had a trusty old client who was known as 
Chevalier, I don't know why, or whence the title came; his custom was to 
pay us a visit every evening, and the little rite that we regularly 
performed with him was equally simple and bizarre: he would unbutton his 
breeches, and we were required to form a queue and one by one drop a turd 
in them. Once we had all done our duty, he would button up again and go off 
in great haste, taking that freight with him. While he was being supplied 
he would frig himself for an instant or two, but he was never seen to 
discharge, and no one knew where he went or what he did with his breechload 
of shit. 
    "Oh, by Jesus!" muttered Curval, who never heard anything he had not a 
desire to do on the spot, "I'll have someone shit in my breeches, and I'll 
keep the treasure the whole evening." 
    And ordering Louison to come render him that service, the old libertine 
provided the assembly with a full-blown dramatization of the whimsy whereof 
account had just been delivered. 
    "Well, go on," he said phlegmatically, nodding to Duclos and settling 
down on his couch again, "there's nothing to it, and I expect it will only 
be the lovely Aline, my charming companion for the afternoon, who'll find 
something inconvenient about it. As for myself, a pound of shit in the 
vicinity suits me perfectly." 
    And Duclos resumed her story. 
    Forewarned, said she, of all that was destined to take place at the 
home of the libertine to whom I was being sent, I dressed myself as a boy, 
and as I was only twenty, with pretty hair and a pretty face, that costume 
very well became me. Before leaving, I took care to do in my breeches what 
Monsieur le President has just had done for him in his. My man was awaiting 
me in bed, I approach him, he kisses me very lewdly two or three times, he 
tells me I'm the prettiest little boy he's ever set eyes upon, and while 
praising me he undertakes to unbutton my breeches. I put up a faint 
resistance with the single purpose of inflaming his desires all the more, 
he entreats me, urges me, he has his way, but how am I to describe to you 
the ecstasy that possesses him whe perceives the package I have brought 
along, and the colorful mess it has made of my two buttocks. 
    "Why, what's this?" cries he. "You've shit in your breeches, have you? 
But, my little rascal, 'tis very nasty, you know. How could you have done 
such a thing?" 
    And quick as a shot, holding me with my back turned to him and my 
breeches pulled down, he sets to frigging and rattling himself, presses 
against me, and spurts his fuck upon my beshitted behind, the while driving 
his tongue into my mouth. 
    "Do you mean to say," exclaimed the Duc, "he refrained from touching 
anything? Didn't he handle it?" 
    "No, your Lordship," Duclos made him answer, "I recount all that 
transpired, I conceal no detail; but have a little patience, Sire, and we 
will gradually reach more entertaining circumstances." 
    "Come," said one of my companions, "let's go watch a truly humorous 
fellow. He doesn't need a girl, he amuses himself all alone." 
    We repaired to the hole, having been informed that in the adjoining 
room, the one selected for his activities, there was a pierced chair and 
beneath it a chamber pot we had been busy filling for four days and in 
which there must have been at least a dozen large turds. Our man arrives. 
He was an elderly tax-farmer of about seventy years. He shuts the door, 
goes straight to the pot he knows to be brimming with the goodies he has 
ordered for his sport. He takes up the vessel and, seating himself in an 
armchair, passes a full hour gazing lovingly at all the treasure whereof he 
has been made the proprietor; he sniffs, inhales, he touches, he handles, 
seems to lift one turd out after another in order to contemplate them the 
better. Finally become ecstatic, from his fly he pulls a nasty old black 
rag which he shakes and beats with all his might; one hand frigs, the other 
burrows into the pot and scoops out handfuls of divine unction. He anoints 
his tool, but it remains as limp as before. There are moments, after all, 
when Nature is so stubborn that even the excesses we most delight in fail 
to awake a response. He did all in his power, and unavailingly, for nothing 
resulted or rose gloriously up, but by dint of abuse meted out by the same 
hand that had just been steeped in the ordure, the ejaculation occurred, he 
trembled, thrilled, fell backward, smelled, breathed deeply, rubbed his 
prick, and discharged upon the heap of shit which had just so inspired him. 
    Another gentleman dined with me one evening. We were alone together, 
and twelve large plates filled with the same meats were brought in and 
combined with the remnants of an earlier course. He sniffed these new 
dishes, sampled their aromas, and after he had finished eating, bade me 
frig him upon the one that had struck him as the most handsome. 
    A young crown attorney used to pay according to the number of enemas 
one was willing to receive at his hands; when I crossed swords with him, I 
agreed to accept seven, he administered them all himself; thus, seven times 
over had I to mount a little stepladder, while he, stationed underneath me, 
frigged himself until I spewed out over his prick the entire charge with 
which he had lubricated my bowels. 
    As may be readily imagined, the entire evening was devoted to unclean 
activities of roughly the same species that had been treated in story, and 
that Messieurs turned to this kind of sport will be all the more easily 
understood in the light of their general enthusiasm for this passion; it 
was of course Curval who carried matters the furthest, but his three 
colleagues were scarcely less infatuated with the novelties laid out before 
them. The little girls' eight steaming turds were arranged amidst the 
supper's dishes, and at the orgies the competition was doubtless even 
keener for those of the little boys; and thus ended the ninth day whose 
term they saw arrive with the greatest pleasure, for they had high 
expectations for the morrow, which was destined to provide them with more 
amply detailed anecdotes treating a subject they adored. 




THE TENTH DAY
(Remember to be more guarded in the beginning and more 
gradually to disclose what is to be clarified here.)
    The farther we advance, the more thoroughly we may inform the reader 
about certain facts we were obliged to no more than hint at in the earlier 
part of the story. We are able, for example, presently to advise him of the 
purpose of the morning visits and searches conducted in the children's 
quarters, the cause of their punishment when in the course of these 
inspections delinquents were found, and just what were the delights 
Messieurs tasted in the chapel: the subjects were expressly forbidden to go 
to the toilet or in any other place to move their bowels without individual 
and particular permission, this in order that there be held in reserve 
matters which could, as the occasion rose, be doled out to those who 
desired them. The visit served to determine whether anyone had neglected to 
comply with this order; the officer of the month carefully inspected all 
the chamber pots and other receptacles, and if he found any that were not 
empty, the subject concerned was immediately inscribed in the punishment 
register. However, provision had been made for those who could hold back no 
longer: they were, a little before the midday meal, to betake themselves to 
the chapel Messieurs had converted into a privy so designed that our 
libertines were able to enjoy the pleasure which the satisfaction of these 
pressing needs had the power to procure them, and the others, who had been 
allowed, or who had been able, to keep their loads, had the opportunity to 
be rid of them at some time or another during the day and in that manner 
which most pleased the friends, and above all in that particular manner 
upon which full details will subsequently be provided, for these details 
will compass all the manners of indulging in this voluptuous delight. 
    And there was yet another cause which led to the distribution of 
punishment, and it was the following one: what is called in France the 
bidet ceremony did not exactly please our friends; Curval, for example, 
could not bear to have the subjects with whom he came to grips wash 
themselves; Durcet's attitude was identical, and so it was that the one and 
the other would notify their duennas of the subjects with whom they planned 
to amuse themselves the next day, and these subjects were forbidden to 
wipe, rub, or wash themselves in any way and under any circumstances, and 
the two other friends, who did not share this abhorrance of tidiness and 
for whom dirt was not by any means essential, nevertheless concurred with 
Curval and Durcet, aided in maintaining and agreeable state of affairs, and 
it after having been told to be impure a subject took it into his head to 
be clean, he was straightway added to the fatal list. 
    That is what happened that morning to Colombe and Hebe; they had 
shitted during the previous night's orgies and, knowing that they were 
listed to serve coffee on the following day, Curval, who planned to amuse 
himself with both of them and who had even advised them that they would be 
expected to fart, had recommended that things be left just as they were. 
The children did nothing to themselves before going to bed. Inspection 
arrived, and Durcet, aware of the instructions Curval had given, was 
perfectly amazed to find them as neat as a pin; forgetfulness was the 
excuse they offered, but their names went down in the register 
nevertheless. 
    No chapel permissions were granted that morning. (We should like the 
reader to make a particular effort to remember what we mean by such an 
expression; this will dispense us from having to repeat our explanations.) 
Calculations of what would be required during the storytelling period 
forbade any prodigality until that time. 
    Upon this day the boys' masturbation lessons were suspended, for they 
had entirely served their purpose, and every one of the little lads frigged 
as expertly as the cleverest whore in Paris. Zephyr and Adonis led the pack 
in skill, speed, and deftness, and there are few pricks which would not 
ejaculate nigh to bleeding were they to be ministered by little hands as 
nimble and delicious as theirs. 
    Nothing worth citing occurred until coffee; it was served by Giton, 
Adonis, Colombe, and Hebe; these four children had, by way of preparation, 
been stuffed with every decoction which is best able to provoke winds, and 
Curval, who had proposed to be treated to farts, received a generous 
quantity of them. The Duc had himself sucked, or rather licked, by Giton, 
whose little mouth simply could not manage to engulf the enormous machine 
tendered him. Durcet performed some choice little horrors with Hebe, the 
Bishop thigh-fucked Colombe. Six o'clock sounded, they moved into the 
auditorium where, everyone having taken his post, Duclos began to recount 
what you shall read: 
    A new companion had very recently come to Madame Fournier's; owing to 
the role she is going to play in the account of the passion which follows, 
I believe I should give you at least a rough sketch of her. She was a young 
seamstress, debauched by the seducer I earlier mentioned having observed at 
Guerin's, and she also worked for Fournier. She was fourteen, had chestnut-
brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, the most voluptuous little face in all 
the world, skin lily white and satin smooth, very trimly made she was, 
although rather inclining to fleshiness, from which slight disadvantage 
there resulted the sweetest, cutest, the plumpest ass, the fairest, oh 
'twas possibly the finest ass in Paris. I was stationed at the hole in the 
partition and soon beheld the man who was to deflower her, for she was yet 
a maid on the other side, nothing could be plainer. Such a tidbit could 
only have been fed to someone very much beloved of the house: he was the 
venerable Abbe de Fierville, equally renowned for his wealth and his 
debauchery, and he had the gout to his very fingertips. He arrives swathed 
to the eyes in a mantle, installs himself in the chamber, examines all the 
equipment he is about to use, prepares everything, and then the little girl 
arrives; her name is Eugenie. Somewhat frightened by her first lover's 
grotesque face, she lowers her gaze and blushes. 
    "Come hither, come hither," says the libertine, "and show me your 
behind." 
    "Oh, Monsieur . . ." murmurs the shy little thing. 
    "Come, come," fumes the old roue, "nothing worse than these novices; 
she just can't imagine anyone should wish to look at an ass. Well, by the 
Saviour, get your damned skirts up." 
    And, stepping closer for fear of displeasing Fournier, whom she has 
promised to be very obedient, she finally pulls her skirt halfway up from 
behind. 
    "Higher, do you hear, higher," cries the pleasant old rascal. "Do you 
suppose I'm going to bother to do it myself?" 
    And in due time the beautiful ass is completely exposed. The man of God 
scrutinizes it, has her stand straight, has her bend forward, has her 
squeeze her legs tight together, has her separate them and, leaning her 
over the bed, spends a moment crudely, nay, uncouthly rubbing all his 
frontward privities, which he has brought to light and with which he now 
prods and pushes Eugenie's matchless bum, as if to electrify himself, as if 
to attract to himself some of that lovely child's essential heat. From this 
he passes to kisses, he falls to his knees in order to be more at his ease, 
and with both hands holding those superb buttocks as far apart as possible, 
both his tongue and lips rummage about in search of treasure. 
    "They're right," says he, "you do have a passably fine ass. Have you 
been shitting recently?" 
    "Just a little while ago, Father," the little one answers. "Madame had 
me do that before coming up." 
    "Why, that's nice . . . and so there's nothing left in your bowels," 
says the lecher. "Well, we're going to see." 
    And catching up the syringe, he fills it with milk, returns to behind 
his object, brandishes the nozzle, plunges it into the vent, and shoots out 
the fluid. Having been told what to expect, Eugenie submits to everything; 
no sooner is the remedy in her entrails than he lies down on the bed and 
orders Eugenie to come at once and straddle him. "Now," says he, "if you've 
got anything to do, have the kindness to do it in my mouth." The timid 
creature has taken her place as she has been told to do, she pushes, the 
libertine frigs himself, his mouth, sealed hermetically to her asshole, 
catches every drop of the precious liquid that leaps out of it. He swallows 
it all, giving evidence of the greatest scrupulousness in this matter, and 
just when he swills down the final mouthful, his fuck escapes and he is 
hurled into a delirium. But what is this strange mood, this cloud of 
loathing which, as in the case of almost every other libertine, comes to 
darken a mind whence the entire illusion has fled? Brutally casting the 
little girl far from him once he has done, the saintly man readjusts his 
cleric's garb, says that he has been cheated, deceived, for this child, he 
swears, had not priorly shitted, no, they'd lied, she'd come to him full of 
shit, and he'd swallowed half her turd, fie upon them. It is to be noted 
that Monsieur l'Abbe wanted milk only, not shit. He grumbles, he curses, he 
storms, says he won't pay, won't ever come back, says he'll be damned if 
he'll stir himself for little snotfaces like this one, and goes off 
shouting a thousand other invectives I'll surely have occasion to report to 
you in connection with another passion in which they play a major role 
rather than, as in this instance, a very subordinate one. 
    "Well, by God," Curval remarked, "there you have a very fastidious man 
who'll get upset over swallowing a little shit when there are I don't know 
how many who feast upon it." 
    "Patience, Sire, patience," said Duclos, "allow my recitals to succeed 
each other in the order you yourselves dictated and you shall see the 
superior libertines you allude to achieve wonders on the stage." 
    My turn came two days later. Instructions had been given me, and I 
stayed away from the water closet for thirty-six hours. My hero was an 
elderly ecclesiastic who served as chaplain to the King; like the 
aforementioned athlete he too was crippled with gout: he was only to be 
approached if one were naked, but one's front and breast had to be very 
thoroughly covered; much emphasis had been placed upon this latter article, 
and I had been warned that were he to catch the least glimpse of those 
parts, it would prove a heavy misfortune, I'd never be able to get him to 
discharge. I approach, he studies my behind with extreme attentiveness, 
asks my age, asks whether it is true I have a great urge to shit, inquires 
as to the kind of shit I ordinarily produce, is it soft? is it hard? and a 
thousand other questions the asking of which, it seems to me, has the 
effect of animating him, for, as he chatters away his prick gradually lifts 
its head and leans toward me. That prick, approximately four inches in 
length by two or three around, had, despite its brilliant sheen, something 
of so humble and so pitiful an air that one all but needed spectacles to be 
certain of its existence. Solicited by my man thus to do, I laid firm hands 
on it, and noticing that my motion were rather well irritating his desires, 
he made ready to consummate the sacrifice. 
    "But is it a truly authentic desire, my child," says he, "this desire 
to shit you mention? For I don't care to be deceived; come, let's see 
whether you do indeed have shit in your ass." 
    And so saying, he buries his right hand's longest finger in my 
fundament, while with his left hand he sustains the erection I have excited 
in his desire. That plummeting finger had no need to search far, the 
chaplain was swiftly persuaded I had, quite as I said, the sincerest wish 
to shit, and when his gropings contacted the object of our mutual concern, 
he flew into a perfect ecstasy: 
    "Ah, by God's belly," he cries, "she tells the truth, the chicken is 
about to lay, and I feel the egg." 
    Enchanted, the bawdy old priest passes a moment kissing my bum, and 
observing the haste I am in and that I shall soon be unable to restrain the 
insurgent turd, he has me climb aboard on apparatus quite similar to the 
one your Lordships have here in the chapel; once seated, my behind 
perfectly exposed to his view, I was able to lodge my complaint in a 
receptable located two or three inches from his nose. This apparatus had 
been built expressly for the chaplain, and he employed it frequently, for 
scarcely a day went by without him coming to Fournier's to assist in 
delivering either some girl attached to the house or some other from 
outside it. An armchair drawn close allowed him to observe the process from 
a point of vantage situated just below the ring supporting my ass. 
    When we had taken our positions upon our respective thrones, he ordered 
me to commence the operation. For prelude, I release a series of farts; he 
inhales them. The turd hoves into sight at last; he begins to pant. 
    "Shit, my little one, shit away, my angel," he cries, all afire. "Show 
me the turd coming forth out of your lovely ass." 
    And he aids the delivery, pressing his fingers about my anus, he 
facilitates the eruption; he frigs himself, he observes, he is drunk with 
lust, pleasure's excess finally transports him completely, he loses his 
head; his cries, his sighs, his fingerings, everything convinces me he is 
nearing the final stage and, turning my head toward him, I find I have 
judged correctly, for there is his miniature engine splattering a few drops 
of sperm into the same pot I have just filled. The chaplain left in a good 
humor, and even assured me he expected he would honor me with another 
visit, which promise I knew very well to be false, for it was common 
knowledge that he never saw the same girl twice. 
    "Well, I appreciate his feelings in the matter," declared the 
President, who was kissing Aline's ass. "One must be in our deplorable 
situation, one must be reduced to rack and ruin in order to be able to bear 
having the same ass shit twice." 
    "Monsieur le President," spoke up the Bishop, "there is a certain 
halting tone in your voice which leads me to suspect your prick is in the 
air." 
    "Tush," Curval replied, "I'm merely kissing the buttocks of 
Mademoiselle your daughter, who hasn't even the courtesy to let fly one 
wretched little fart." 
    "I am then enjoying better luck than you," the Bishop announced, "for 
Madame your wife, lo and behold! has just presented me with the most 
beautiful and the bulkiest turd. . . ." 
    "Silence, gentlemen, silence, I say!" came from the Duc, whose voice 
seemed muffled as if by something covering his head. "Silence, by Jesus! we 
are here to listen, not to act." 
    "Which is therefore to say, I take it, that you are doing nothing," 
inquired the Bishop, "and is it in order to listen that you are wallowing 
under three or four assholes?" 
    Well, you know, he's right. Go on, Duclos, it were wiser that we hear 
about foolish acts than commit them. We must save our strength." 
    And Duclos was on the point of resuming when they all heard the usual 
shouts and customary blasphemies that accompanied the Duc's discharges; 
surrounded by his quatrain, his fuck was escaping him as with Sophie, 
Zephyr, and Giton he performed countless little wantonries of a kind very 
analogous to those Duclos had been describing. 
    "Great God!" Curval exclaimed, "I can't tolerate these bad examples; 
there's nothing that makes me discharge like a discharge, and would you 
believe it? here's that little whore," he added, referring to Aline, "who 
only a moment ago could accomplish nothing at all and who is presently 
doing everything one could ask for . . . but no matter, I'll keep my grip. 
Ah, you bitch, shit away, shit your head off, it will get you nowhere, I 
don't intend to give up my seed." 
    "I see very well, Messieurs," said Duclos, "that after having perverted 
you it is my responsibility to restore you to reason, and to do so I am 
going to resume my story without waiting for your command." 
    "No, don't you do it," cried the Bishop, "I am not as continent as 
Monsieur le President, not I, my fuck's itching me, and it's got to be 
shed." 
    Wherewith, he was seen very publicly to perform things the structure of 
this very complex fiction prevents us from revealing at this stage, but 
things whose delightful influence very rapidly brought leaping forth the 
fuck whose mounting pressure had discomfited the Bishop's thrice-blessed 
balls. As for Durcet, absorbed in Therèse's ass, nothing was heard from 
him, and in all likelihood Nature refused him what she lavishly granted the 
others, for he was not as a rule mute when accorded her favors. Seeing that 
now at last calm had been restored, Duclos went on with her lubricious 
exploits. 
    A month later, I came to grips with a man whom one had almost to 
violate in order satisfactorily to carry out an operation somewhat akin to 
the one I related several minutes ago. I shit upon a dish, I bring it to 
him and thrust it under his nose while he sits in an armchair quietly 
reading a book, seemingly unaware of my presence. He looks up, falls to 
swearing, asks how the devil can the girl have the insolence to do such a 
thing in his presence, but all the same it's a queer turd she's got there, 
he contemplates it, handles it; I ask forgiveness for the liberty I have 
taken, he continues to mumble incoherencies at me, and then discharges with 
his eyes fixed on the morsel of shit; and in so doing he says he'll find me 
again someday, that sooner or later he'll see to it that I get what I 
deserve. 
    A fourth gentleman employed none but women of seventy or more in 
practices which were quite similar; I watched him enact his rite with an 
old creature who could not have been less than eighty. He was reclining 
upon a sofa, the matron was straddling him; she deposited her strange old 
package on his belly while frigging a wrinkled, shriveled prick which 
scarcely discharged at all. 
    At Fournier's establishment we had another curious article of 
furniture: a kind of toilet chair, provided with the usual hole and set 
against the wall; things were so arranged that a man could lie in such a 
way that while his body extended into the neighboring room, his shoulders 
passed through an opening and his head occupied the place usually reserved 
for the chamber pot. I had been appointed to the task, and kneeling between 
his legs, I sucked his prick as best I could throughout the operation. 
Well, this extraordinary ceremony consisted in having a workman, who was 
paid to act a part whose full consequences he neither knew nor divined; in 
having, I say, a man of the people enter the room containing the chair, 
climb upon it, and do his business squarely upon the face of the patient 
over whom I was toiling; but the shit bearer had absolutely to be a poor 
drudge fetched in from the humblest milieu, he had as well to be old and 
ugly, he was inspected before being put to work, and were he to lack any of 
these qualities, our libertine would have nothing to do with him. During 
all this, I saw nothing but heard rather a lot: the instant of collision 
was also that of my man's discharge, his fuck sprang down my throat the 
same moment the turd splashed upon his face, and when he emerged from 
beneath the chair and got to his feet, I saw by the state he was in that he 
had been handsomely served. By chance, after the exercise was over, I 
happened to meet the fellow who had performed so brilliantly; he was from 
the Auvergne, a good honest chap who earned his livelihood working with 
stonemasons; he seemed delighted to earn a crown by doing naught but 
ridding himself of what he would have had one way or another to expel from 
his bowels, and this little chore struck him as infinitely less arduous 
than carrying his hod. He was, what for his looks, quite dreadful to behold 
and must have been over forty. 
    "Faith," muttered Durcet, "I think that should do it." 
    And passing into his closet with the eldest of the fuckers, with 
Therèse and Desgranges, he was heard braying and whinnying some minutes 
later; he returned but was disinclined to inform the company of the precise 
nature of the excesses whereunto he had surrendered himself. 
    Supper was announced; it proved at least as libertine as ever, and 
after the meal, the four friends having been moved to spend the evening 
away from one another instead of frolicking together as they customarily 
did, the Duc went off to the boudoir at the end of the corridor, taking 
with him Hercule, Martaine, his daughter Julie, Zelmire, Hebe, Zelamir, 
Cupidon, and Marie. 
    Curval commandeered the auditorium, providing himself with what 
companionship Constance could afford him, for she fell to trembling every 
time she found herself with him, and he did exceedingly little to allay her 
fears; he also took Fanchon, Desgranges, Bum-Cleaver, Augustine, Fanny, 
Narcisse, and Zephyr. 
    The Bishop went into the drawing room with Duclos who, that evening, 
revenged herself upon the fickle Duc, who had led Martaine away from him; 
Aline, Invictus, Therèse, Sophie, the charming little Colombe, Celadon, and 
Adonis completed the prelate's entourage. 
    Durcet remained in the dining room. It was cleared, rugs and cushions 
were brought in and strewn all about. He encloseted himself, I say, with 
Adelaide, his beloved wife, with Antinoüs, Louison, Champville, Michette, 
Rosette, Hyacinthe, and Giton. 
    More the redoubling of lecherous appetites than any other reason had 
doubtless dictated this arrangement, for brains were heated to such a point 
that evening that it was unanimously agreed no one would go to bed; it was 
perfectly incredible what was achieved in each room by way of infamies and 
impurities. 
    Toward dawn, their Lordships decided to return to table, although they 
had taken abundant drink throughout the night; everyone trooped into the 
dining room, there was an indistinct, promiscuous pell-mell, the cooks were 
awakened and soon sent in scrambled eggs, toast, onion soup, and omelettes. 
Drinking was resumed, the company grew very merry, all save Constance who 
was plunged in inconsolable sadness. Curval's hatred was growing just as 
certainly as was her poor belly; she had that night during the orgies 
experienced the effects of his hostility, she had suffered everything but 
blows, for Messieurs had agreed to leave the pear to ripen; she had, I say, 
blows excepted, undergone every imaginable mistreatment; she though to 
complain to Durcet and to her husband, the Duc: they both bade her go to 
the devil and remarked that she must surely have been guilty of some fault 
which was hidden from their eyes, yes, surely, else how could she thus ever 
have displeased that most virtuous and most gentle of mortals; they wagged 
their heads and walked away. And then they all went to bed.