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[o-1968]

Ari Tells Zoe about Doutzen: Part Five

Zoe let out a small yelp when Ari pushed one of his fingers into her anus, as he said, “I had always enjoyed taking Doutzen here. Of course, she allowed it, but I knew she never enjoyed it; she said she found it humiliating. That made it better for me. He pushed deeper as Zoe squirmed. “What about you, Zoe? Do you like it when Axel takes you this way?” Zoe didn’t/couldn’t answer, so Ari said, “No matter, Continue with  your mouth.”

As she did, Ari continued to tell her about what Anne Marie had said. “Anne Marie had shown me a black dildo that was about 50 centimeters in length. She said we could use this as a type of cornu. That would certainly add to Doutzen’s agony while she is hanging on the cross. I asked her to explain, and she said that she would have a hole drilled in the upright post of the cross at a 45 degree angle. The hole would be large enough to accommodate a pole passing  thru it with the dildo attached to the end. She would ensure that Doutzen’s rectum was thoroughly lubricated so that the dildo could enter into her. With such a length she would be impaled on the dildo, it would remain in her even when she tried to pull herself up so that she could catch her breath. ‘The trick is to make sure that he hole is drilled at the proper height – about level with her hips when she is hanging completely. I really should measure her to make sure it’s done correctly.’ I replied, ‘Let’s go to her cell right now and do the measuring.’

“I Doutzen’s cell, I found her to be as defiant as ever. When Anne Marie  told her that I  intended to hang her on a cross, naked in front  of  an audience, Doutzen spat at us and  said, ‘I don’t care. Do it!’ Anne Marie then told Doutzen to lie on  the floor while she took out a measuring tape. When Doutzen asked why, Anne Marie told her. Doutzen’s face blanched, but still, she wouldn’t agree to let me be with  other women.

“ I hate to admit it, but I lost my  cool then. I was sure that when Anne Marie told her that not only would she be hung on a cross, but also impaled on a dildo, she would relent. But Doutzen was stubborn to the end. I turned to Anne Marie and  said, ‘After you measure her, tell all the valets, they make take her all night,  but with two caveats. Under no circumstances may  she be allowed to come. And I want her whipped on every inch of her body.’ Anne Marie said, ‘Of course, but I ask that we not do the crucifixion for a couple of  days. I would like to put the word out so that there will be an audience of the Masters and any guests that they may wish to bring. Besides, I think that being here in her cell, being abused and tormented by the valets, and knowing what is in store for her for a day or two will only add to her trauma.’ I thought for only a moment, before saying that I agreed.

“The next two days must have been pure hell for Doutzen. Her time was divided into being brutally used by the valets and being flogged by them. Anne Marie had  a camera set up in the dungeon cell, just like all the dungeon cells, so that I could watch. I watched her being  tied spread eagle so that she could be flogged on her sex and  lower belly, then her  breasts and buttocks. I watched the bruises and welts rise and redden. And Anne Marie put out the word that a spectacle would be taking place.”

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[o-1968]

Cecil and Faustine, Back Story

We have seen that a girl named Faustine is having lunch with a boy named Cecil who is the great nephew of old, fat  Cyril, a recurring character in our blog. But what do we really know about them? Perhaps a little of their back stories is appropriate.

Regular followers of this blog are familiar with Cyril Saint Claire, often referred to as ‘Old, fat Cyril.’ He is a Senior Master of the Society of Roissy, most senior in both age and time in the Society, having joined in the late 1950’s shortly after he emigrated from England  to France. Although he has a flat in the 15th arrondissement, he spends most of his time at the Chateau where he is usually inebriated on red wine. At over eighty years of age, he seldom has actual sex with the slaves but is a degenerate lecher still.  

Cecil Saint Claire is old Cyril’s great nephew, the grandson of Manfred Sait Claire, Cyril’s older brother and son of Leslie Sait Claire, a London banker. When we meet Cecil, he is in the summer after his second year at Oxford. Cecil is smart, but shy and rather nerdy. Leslie remembers old Cyril from his youth and recalls his own  father referring to Cyril as the family’s Black Sheep. ‘A scoundrel’ is how his own brother referred to him after one Christmas get-together. But Leslie thought his uncle was quite sophisticated, what with living in Paris and saying he belonged to some sort of secret society. Therefore, he thought it might be good for his son to spend some time with the old man. Leslie thought to himself, “Perhaps Uncle Cyril  can bring Cecil out of his shell.”

And then we have Faustine. She is a young -early twenties- Parisian who is a part time student at the Sorbonne, where she evidently had a couple of classes with Anais. Faustine fancies herself as somewhat of a nonconformist rebel against her bourgeois parents. She insisted on leaving her parents home and has her own apartment on the left Bank.

Faustine has a slender build, usually wearing jeans and a tattered sweatshirt without a bra. She has a round face with startling gray eyes and a short, boyish haircut for her dark brown hair. When she isn’t in school, Faustine works as a clerk in a shop that specialized in ‘Punk’ clothing.

Faustine met Cecil in a café where he was sitting eating a croissant. She tho7ght he looked nerdy, but cute and interesting. She made the first approach saying, “Is this seat taken?” This flustered Cecil who said, “Oh no. Please.”

That was almost a month ago. Things have progressed from there, with Faustine arranging to ‘accidently’ run into Cecil several times at the Café. Finally, he took the hint and asked her out after telling Cyril he had met a girl and wanted to take her somewhere that would impress her.

Old Cyril, devious as ever, had suggested he take her to Chateau Roissy,  the seat of the secret society he belonged to. He had told Cecil, “It’s quite exclusive. I will have to accompany you.” He paused, then, “Oh, and tell your young woman to dress nicely.”

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[o-1968]

A Dinner in Mons, Part Two

Gudrun, T.J.’s German secretary  had noticed the colonel seemed distracted the previous week, and after asking him why, she had learned that T.J. was trying to decide whether to accept his next assignment to the Defense Intelligence Agency in Washington or retire. “Those are my only two options,” he had told her. Hearing this and knowing that T.J. would be leaving NATO either way, Gudrun had invited him to dinner at her apartment in Ceuses. “I’ll fix you a good German meal and we can discuss things.”  She had learned in the past that the Colonel liked to discuss options with certain members of his staff before making decisions. And now with Chief Matthais retired and Paul back with the CIA, she felt that she was the only one T.J. would really open up with. Besides, Gudrun was almost sure she had a ‘crush’ on him. “I’ve been a widow for so long now. I wouldn’t mind a little seduction and a short fling; perhaps it would be good for both of us before the colonel leaves.”

On the street below, T.J. looked at his watch.  He thought, “It’s 5:58. Gudrun said to be here at 6 pm.” Then as he started across the street to her building door, his mind suddenly flashed back over twenty years ago. “I was a staff sergeant on my second enlistment. I had rotated back from peace keeping duty in Bosnia to Fort Jackson and was working as a range NCO. It was December and all the cadre was shepherding the troops in basic training home for Christmas leave. I noticed a group of young women, probably from a sorority at Columbia College, handing out coffee to the soldiers as they boarded their busses. I went over and asked one of them if she could spare a cup of coffee with an old soldier. She looked up at me with the prettiest, soft brown eyes and said, ’No. But I’d be happy to get a handsome young soldier a cup.’ And I was smitten.

“I asked her if she’d like to go dinner sometime, and was surprised when she quickly said yes. I kind of stuttered and said ‘Great. When would be a good time?’ Again I was surprised when she said, ‘I’m free all this coming  weekend. What about Saturday? Come by the Tri Delt house about 7. You pick the restaurant.’ Yet again, I kind of stuttered and said, ‘Great! See you then. Guess I’d better  get back to herding these young soldiers onto their busses.’ Then as I turned to go, she laughed and said, ‘Don’t you think we should tell each other our names? I’m Elizabeth Smith.’ I’m sure I blushed when I said, ‘Oh sorry. My name is Thomas James Grey, but everyone calls me T.J.’ She laughed again and said, “Okay, Sergeant T.J.’

“That Saturday evening, I had on my best cities and went to her sorority house. I remember driving to the campus and walking up to the door, just like now.” T.J. rang the bell on the door of Gudrun’s apartment, and a voice from within said, “Ein Moment, bitte.”

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[o-1968]

Ari Tells Zoe about Doutzen: Part Four

Ari continued to tell Zoe about Doutzen. “ I thought I had tried everything to break Doutzen’s resistance to me having multiple lovers. I told the valets to take her in any way they wanted – in any of her orifices. I had her whipped. Whipped on her ass, belly, thighs and sex until it was red, swollen and sore. Then left her in a cell with only straw on the floor. I humiliated her in every way, but still she was stubborn. Then after I spoke with Anne Marie and heard her talk about crucifixion as punishment, I went back to the cell where Doutzen was being held. I told her that I had spoken to Anne Marie about crucifying her. Of course, I intended to merely have Doutzen hung on a cross for a couple of hours to see how painful it is. I was sure that would bring her to her senses and she would accept the fact that she must share me with other women. I mean, after all, she surely knew that it is not in a man’s psyche to be monogamous. The male always wants to spread his seed. It’s what Nature intended.”

Zoe noticed that the bulge underneath the bed sheet, the bulge from Aries member had become harder and larger, so she pulled down the sheet and took his member in her tiny hand and brought it close to her lips.

As she did so, Ari continued, “But, no. That dumb bitch Doutzen, spit towards me and hissed. ‘Do your worst! Crucify me, if you want. At this point, I really don’t care. If agreeing to have my labia pierced so I can wear your insignia there and having my ass branded with your initials, to say nothing of the whippings and beatings doesn’t merit your total love, I no longer care. Do what you will!’

“Hearing this from a woman, a woman I had taken on cruises on my yacht, a woman I had bought diamond and gold jewelry for was too much ! Ungrateful bitch! I lost my temper. At that moment, I hated her! I wanted her to suffer, suffer greatly.”

Zoe thought to herself, “I must be an awful person, but I am becoming wet and aroused hearing how that poor woman was so terribly abused.“ She moved her mouth closer to Ari’s member and before placing her lips on it, breathed softly and said, “And then…”

As Zoe locked her lips on him and swirled her tongue around its head, Ari let out a soft moan and continued, “I went back to Anne Marie and told her I wanted Doutzen crucified but wanted a way to add to her suffering as she hung on the cross. Anne Marie smiled and said she had an idea. She went to a cabinet on her wall, opened it, and pulled out what looked like a dildo but was about  50 centimeters in length. It was black and made of some sort of material that had a slight flex to it. Anne Marie then asked me, ‘Are you familiar with the term cornu?’ I said, “No. Please explain.”

As Ari said this, he reached behind Zoe’s rear and pressed one of his large fingers into her anus.